#“you should put yourself out there” ok well no one seems to give a shit about what i have to say. so.

[lighthouseas]

ok i am probably just on my period and overreacting but can people stop interrupting me whenever i talk.

[justagalwhowrites]

Take Care - A Dom!Joel Miller One Shot

Joel has a bad day at work so you give him something he can control: you.

Pairing: Dom!Joel Miller x Sub!Female Reader

Warnings: No Outbreak AU. Established relationship, husband and wife. Dom!Joel x Sub!Reader (light). Ages not really established but I picture them both late 30s/early 40s (Sarah is away at college and they are empty nesters.) Reader uses her safe word and Joel listens. Unprotected P in V sex. Oral sex, M receiving. Creampie. Sensory play. Overstimulation. Aftercare.

Length: 3.8k

A/N: I saw a TikTok about praising subs for using their safe word and decided Joel Miller would do exactly that. This is the same couple from the one shot Undone but can definitely be read independently.

Joel had had a shitty week at work. 

It had been stressful for a while, a project getting more and more behind schedule because shit just kept going wrong, all shit that he had no control over. Deliveries were late, one of the apprentice guys on another team fucked up, winds were too high one day to keep working. 

That day, it had all come to a head. The supplier fucked up their order, it started pouring rain at 10:30 in the morning, the contract holder decided to change the tile at the last second. He came home in a bad mood, still wet from the rain and desperate to feel like he was in control of something for a goddamn change. 

You seemed to sense it when he came in, poking your head out from your home office as he stomped to the kitchen. 

“Everything OK love?” You called at him. 

“Shit day,” he growled, yanking the fridge open so roughly that the glass jars in the door clattered against each other. He found a beer and cracked it open and knocked back damn near half the thing in one go. 

You came into the kitchen, frowning in your usual work from home uniform - yoga pants that made your ass look so fucking good and a v-neck t-shirt that seemed designed to drive him crazy - with your arms crossed over your chest, pressing your tits together like you were putting them on display. 

“What’s going on?” You frowned, looking him up and down. “Talk to me.” 

He quirked his jaw but did as you asked, ranting, raising his voice more than he was proud of when he was near you. But you just nodded along until he finally fell silent and took another sip of beer. 

“What can I do?” You asked gently. 

“I dunno,” he sighed. “Nothin’. Just need shit to work the way it’s supposed to for a minute, to actually be in control of one fucking thing so I don’t lose my goddamn mind. It’ll be fine, baby. Just gotta get through it.” 

“Well,” you shrugged, stepping closer to him. “Want to be in control of me?”  

He frowned a little. 

“Baby…” 

“I was just finishing up work for the day, anyway. I’ll be a good girl for you,” you smiled a little at him. “Do whatever you ask me to. If you want, of course.” 

His heart beat a little faster. Fuck, that sounded so, so good. Having you in every way he wanted, getting to know he was taking care of you, making things go just the way they should. He longed for that control. Maybe a little too much. 

“I dunno baby,” he sighed. “Might not be the best idea, I’m a little worked up right now. I don’t want to be too rough with you.” 

“You won’t be,” you reached up and trailed your fingers through his hair. “And even if you are, I have my safe word. If you think it would help, I want to do it. I want to take care of you, Joel.” 

He looked at you for a moment, into your soft, earnest eyes. 

“Promise you won’t push yourself too far?” He asked. You nodded eagerly. “Promise you’re offering because you want this, too?” 

“Yes sir,” you smiled, a little mischievously. 

Joel stood up a little straighter, setting his beer on the counter and taking your chin in his hand. 

“Then go to our room,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Get undressed and get ready for me.” 

“Yes sir,” you said again, slipping out of his hold and damn near skipping away. 

Joel palmed himself through his jeans, his cock already aching and leaking, a sense of peace settling into him at the thought of was waiting for him just down the hall. 

He downed the rest of his beer before going to find you, peeling his damp shirt off as he did. You’d done as he asked, sitting almost demurely in the middle of the bed he shared with you. You’d gotten out some of Joel’s favorite bondage gear and arranged it on the bed. He raised his eyebrows at you and you smiled proudly. 

“I know what sir likes.” 

He quirked his jaw, trying not to smile back. 

“Yes, you do,” he said. “Such a good girl for me.” 

He knew just what he wanted to do with you. He bound your wrists together over your head, attaching them to the headboard so he could have you on your back or your front before putting you in the spreader bar, opening you to him. The sight of your exposed pussy, dripping and waiting for him, made his mouth water. 

But he wasn’t done with you yet. 

He took out one more thing: the blindfold from your nightstand. 

Joel had always loved toying with your senses, seeing how much more intense your pleasure seemed when you were tensed and waiting for it but not knowing how you’d get it. But he’d never used a blindfold with this combination before. You’d always been free to move as you wanted or restrained by his command or tied completely to the bed. He’d never tried it where he could manipulate your body like this, move you in just the way he wanted so he could use you in just the way he wanted. 

You looked up at him from your position bound to the bed, your eyes a little wide as he held the blindfold. 

“Remember your colors?” He asked. 

“Yes sir.” 

“Remind me.” 

“Green, yellow, red,” you said obediently. 

“Good girl,” he said. “Right now?” 

“Green.” 

“Good,” he said. “Gonna put this on you and I’m gonna take over. You’re going to be mine. All mine. Understand?” 

“Yes,” you breathed. 

“Yes what.” 

“Yes sir,” you said. 

“Good girl,” he said and put the blindfold on you. He took a moment to look at you like this, all spread out for him, ripe and ready for the taking. The trust you had in him to be so vulnerable, the confidence you had to offer yourself so willingly made his heart ache. Fuck, he loved you. 

He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them slowly, as silently as he could, before freeing his cock. He stroked himself a few times, spreading his precome over his shaft as his eyes lingered on your breasts, trailing over the softness of your stomach to your bared pussy and spread thighs. Fuck, he was going to enjoy this. 

He kept working his cock with one hand as he reached out with the other, watching your face as he brought his fingertips ever so lightly to your wrist, just below where you were bound to the headboard. You gasped at the contact and he trailed his fingers slowly, lightly over the silk of your skin. He continued his path over the crook of your elbow, your arm, your chest, his fingers tracing the outline of your plush breast. But he took his fingers away before he reached your nipple, watching as it pebbled and hardened in anticipation of a touch he wasn’t going to give you. 

You whimpered when he stopped touching you and he smirked at that. 

“So needy already?” He asked. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you said, voice tight. “I just know how good you make me feel.” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Be my good girl and I’ll make you feel good. When I want you to feel good, I’ll make you feel good.” 

He explored your body like that for a while, his fingers getting close to your most sensitive parts, always stopping just short of giving you exactly what you wanted. But you were craving it more and more, he could tell from the tension in your body as he teased you and the way your pussy was fucking weeping for him, your slick making your spread skin glisten. 

“My baby need more?” He asked, standing at the foot of the bed, not touching you at all. 

“Yes,” you panted, squirming as best you could in your bonds. He moved up the bed while you did, silent as he could. “Yes, yes, please sir, I…” 

He took your head firmly in his grasp, making you gasp, and turned it so your mouth was facing him. 

“Open,” he ordered and you obeyed so fast he laughed a little at it as he guided his thick, hard cock to your lips. He pushed inside slow at first, giving you a moment to adjust so you wouldn’t accidentally bite him in shock, but then held your head in place and thrust in quick, all the way to the back of your throat. Your gasp was quieted by his intrusion and he felt you struggle to swallow him. He held himself there, buried in the wet heat of your mouth as you worked to contain him and then started fucking into you there, watching your lips wrap around his shaft, feeling you swallow around him to take him into your throat, your tongue pressing up against the underside of his shaft just the way you knew he liked. 

“There you go,” he praised, his grip on your head tightening. “Just like that, such a good girl for me.” 

His free hand moved to your breast and, when he pushed himself against the back of your throat and held himself there, he took that full, soft mound in his palm, your nipple firm against him as he squeezed and held you. You groaned at that, and he almost did, too, the vibration of your vocal chords and the heat of your mouth and the plush of your tit almost too much for him. 

Almost. 

But he wasn’t ready to come yet, even though filling your pretty throat with his spend sounded so fucking good in that moment as you sucked him. He pulled free of you and you coughed and sputtered, a trail of spit going from your lips to the head of his cock. 

“You’re too damn good at that,” he said, releasing your head and your breast, no part of him touching you anymore. “Color?” 

You panted for breath but didn’t answer. 

“Be a good girl,” he said. “And tell me your color.” 

“G-green,” you managed, chest heaving. 

“Good,” he said before moving quickly, quietly, to the other side of the bed, stopping at your waist. He jerked his cock, gathering your spit from his skin, and carefully aligned two fingers with your leaking entrance, being sure not to touch you anywhere else as he did. He watched your breathing ease, your head still turned toward where he’d just been standing. A false sense of security. But he’d control that, too. He thrust his fingers inside you, swift and hard, and your back arched and you gasped, your channel clenching tight around him. You looked around - as if you could see him, anyway - trying to figure out where he was standing. He helped you figure it out, pressing the heel of his hand into your clit while he took your nipple in his fingers, twisting and pulling just enough to make you whimper. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he worked himself as deep as he could reach, grinding against your clit as he scissored his fingers inside of you. “That what you like? You get off to someone else taking over this gorgeous fuckin’ body of yours, that it?” 

“Yes!” You cried out. You were trying to kick your legs but couldn’t manage it with the spreader bar and Joel smirked, loving what he could do to you. 

“Yes what.” 

“Yes sir!” You said quickly. “Yes sir, yes sir, I love it, fuck!” 

“Go ahead and come for me pretty girl,” he said. “Come for being so good for me.” 

You obeyed, throbbing and fluttering over his fingers, breaths frantic. 

Normally, he’d keep pushing you in an orgasm. Try to pull the strongest one from you he possibly could. Not this time. 

Right at your peak, he pulled his fingers free and he watched as your tight little hole grasped at nothing, leaking and desperate. You whimpered, your fists clenching, and you fidgeted as best you could but he’d taken that outlet away. You were pent up, needy, totally reliant on him and his touch to give you what you were aching for. 

Joel went to the foot of the bed and took the spreader bar in his hands, using it to flip you onto your stomach as your pussy was still fluttering and you cried out as he climbed on the bed between your open legs, grabbing your hips and pulling you into the position he wanted. He lined his cock up quickly and fucked into you hard and fast, bottoming out in your still orgasming cunt in one stroke. 

“Fuck,” he panted, buried totally inside of you as you struggled to get your bearings. He ran a hand up your back, planting it firmly between your shoulder blades to push you further into the mattress before running up to the small of your back. “So fuckin’ pretty, all open for me like this.” 

He started to fuck you then, moving inside you forcefully, savoring the way your body molded to his. You always took him so damn well, your channel so fucking tight and warm and soft and he knew just how to drive you higher, make you needier. 

Joel reached between your spread legs and toyed with your swollen clit and you cried out as he worked you there, bringing you closer and closer to another orgasm before easing his touch, pulling you back from the brink but leaving you even tighter around him. He did it again and again, pushing you further with every motion. The whole time, he was finding new places to touch you, tease you, never giving you a hint at what he was doing next, each new sensation a surprise to build your orgasm more and more.

“Love this tight little pussy,” he panted, driving into you again and again. “Always so good for me, just made to take this cock weren’t you?” 

You didn’t really respond, just giving a muffled little groan. Joel frowned, slowing his pace and relaxing his touch on your clit. 

“Baby,” he said, his voice tight. “You OK?” 

He looked to your hands, you fingers fumbling against themselves and he stopped moving, still inside you. 

“Honey,” he said. “Need a color.” 

Your voice was muffled and then he felt you move, lifting your torso just enough to turn your head. 

“Red,” you panted, voice wet. “Red, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” 

“Shit,” Joel said, pulling out of you gently but moving fast then. He freed your ankles quickly and delicately adjusted you so you were on your back, Your chest was heaving and your face was wet and you kept apologizing over and over. “I’m gonna take off the blindfold, close your eyes so it’s not too bright.” 

You nodded quickly and he gingerly pulled the blindfold off, the fabric wet with your tears. 

“Oh baby,” he said softly, freeing your wrists next and pulling you into his arms. You buried your face into his neck, trembling and crying against him. “You’re alright, it’s OK, I’ve got you.” 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped against him. “I really tried not to safe word, I…” 

“What?” He pulled away from you ever so slightly, just enough that he could see your tear-streaked face. 

“I thought I could take it but it was too much but I tried and…” 

“Baby,” he said gently, running his hand over you to cup the back of your head. “Don’t you dare apologize for using your safe word, you hear me?” 

Your eyes searched his and you sniffled, frowning. 

“But…” 

“I’m so proud of you for using it baby,” he said, watching you closely. “You did so good for me. I’m so proud of you for telling me when it was too much, so proud of you for not letting me push you too far. I’m sorry I did. We have the system we do for a reason, so we can explore and push limits and enjoy each other to the fullest but it only works if you use it when you need it. I never want to push you too far, honey, never. You did so good, using your safe word. You were so good for me.” 

“Yeah?” You sniffed. 

“Yeah,” he said, kissing by the corner of your eye, drying your tears with his lips. “So proud of you. So happy that I can call you mine.” 

You nuzzled closer to him, your breaths calmer and deeper now. 

“I was supposed to be taking care of you though,” you said, almost pouting. “I was trying to give you what you needed and I screwed it up.” 

“You didn’t screw up a damn thing,” he said, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “This is part of it, baby. You’re lettin’ me help you, letting me take care of you when you need it. This is something going the way it’s supposed to go - maybe not the me pushing you here part but the part where you told me it was too much? That’s us working how we’re supposed to. I needed something to work and it did. Understand?” 

You nodded into him, pressing yourself closer. He held you like that for a while, rocking you gently until your breaths had calmed and you weren’t crying anymore. You adjusted in his hold, fingers tracing over him, kissing his neck. He groaned a little at that. 

“I still want to take care of you, though,” you said, voice low and a little needy. 

“Don’t need to do that, baby,” he said, forcing himself to not grind his aching cock against you. 

“I know,” you said, pulling back from him. “But I want to. Will you let me, sir?” 

He smiled a little, searching your eyes, making sure you were really in a good place. 

“Alright, baby,” he said. “Take care of me.” 

You smiled and nudged him onto his back and he went where you guided him, grinning a little to himself as he watched you. How’d he get so lucky, having you all to himself? 

You stroked his cock, which quickly went from half-hard to fully erect, and you got this proud little look on your face as you did, as though he’d ever have a prayer of not being hard and needy for you. 

“Can I ride your cock?” You asked, still stroking him. “Please sir?”

“Fuck,” he said, something about you asking permission to be on top making his heart speed up. “Yeah, baby, yes you can.” 

“Thank you, sir,” you said, straddling him. You planted your hands on his chest for balance and eased yourself down onto his firm length and he groaned as he felt you make room for him inside yourself. You started slow, finding a rhythm and an angle that let you grind your clit down against his skin as you worked him before going harder, faster. His hands roamed over you, spreading over your thighs, running over your sides to your breasts, watching the place where he was disappearing into you. His climax was growing fast, already so close before the two of you had stopped before. It had been waiting just below the surface and you were expertly drawing it out of him with every stroke of your tight, wet heat. You felt just so fucking good inside, like you really had been made to take him. You made him come harder than anyone else he’d ever been with, made him more desperate and needy than anyone else ever had and, right now, you seemed bound and determined to make him fill you up. 

Your breaths got faster, needier and your back arched as your pussy got even tighter on him. 

“Fuck, you about to come for me?” He asked, having to clench his jaw to keep from coming himself in that moment. 

“Yes,” you whined. “Yes sir, if it’s OK, I need to come, please sir, please.” 

“Come for me,” he said, rocking his hips up into you and making you cry out. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

You obeyed, gasping “thank you” over and over as your channel throbbed so hard around him it almost hurt. Your hips stilled, holding him deep inside and he ground himself deeper, your orgasm triggering his own. He pulled your hips down on him, holding himself so deep inside you as he came, feeling you as close as he possibly could. 

You collapsed on him as your orgasm eased, panting for breath as you nuzzled into his chest, his cock still throbbing within you. He put his arms around you, holding your soft warmth close, breathing in the smell of your hair and skin tinged with sex as he did. 

“How are we doing, pretty girl?” He asked eventually, his hand tracing a slow, soothing pattern over your spine. 

“I’m good,” you said, voice light and airy and completely blissed out. He chuckled a little at that and you sat up ever so slightly from him. “How are you? That is the real question.” 

“Oh, I’m amazin’,” he smiled and kissed you lightly. 

“Better than when you got home?” You asked, hopeful. 

“So much better, baby,” he said, kissing your lips again before going to your cheek, your throat, tugging you closer again as his cock softened inside you. “Take such good care of me.” 

You hummed happily and kissed his chest. 

“Can I keep taking care of you?” You asked. 

“You feelin’ up for that?” He frowned, his hand stilling on your lower back. “Don’t want you pushing it.” 

“I know,” you said. “I had planned to cook tonight but I was thinking we can order dinner instead. Chinese? General Tso’s chicken and egg rolls and beer?” 

“Sounds amazing,” he gave you a squeeze. 

“Then we can watch Curtis and Viper IV,” you said, kissing his chest. “They just put it on Amazon. As long as you promise to cuddle me during, of course.” 

He laughed a little. 

“Good luck stopping me,” he said and you sat up from him a little, smiling down at him, making him stretch up to kiss you for a change. “Thank you, baby. Don’t know how I got so lucky with you.” 

“Back at ya,” you smiled and, as the two of you went to get cleaned up, Joel knew that the rest of his week was going to be better. After all, he had you.

[goldsbitch]

Right?

summary: Y/N is a photographer for McLaren F1 team. Hard working, goal oriented professional who would never put her career in jeopardy for some stupid crush, right?

That is until a photoshoot gets out of hand and there is no way to go but forward.

warning: swear words, male x female, angst

part 2

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You're a professional. Right? Always been, proud of your hard work and strong will. If you want something, you go and get it.

It's by no chance that you're standing exactly here - in the McLaren F1 paddock, in the middle of buzzing neatly organized and timed chaos prior to the start of the race. "Read the grid, feel the paddock" was a line burned to your memory by your first boss, now the Media head of Redbull. You've learned what each and every one of the people do, what their job entails, because one day, one day you want to be more than a photographer for the team's social media.

You're a professional. Had a dream and went for it, no matter the sacrifice or long hours. Always on the road, detached from your peers. Because your heart beats for this.

You'd never do anything to compromise your job. Right?

The hardest part to ignore is his scent. You can evert your eyes when he walks to the room like he owns it - and one would say he actually does, he is the team's no. 1 driver for god sake. His voice can almost be blocked out by focusing on a conversation with a different person or headphones if the situation allows. But his scent seems specifically tailored to messing with your ability to focus, so much sothat you've considered wearing a mask and pretending to be a super freak about germs.

Ironically, scents are hard to recall. And you would know, you've tried several times on lonely nights in hotel rooms, with the goal to make you finish just a little bit faster. A moment you'd really love to forget is standing in a perfume shop trying to figure out what is that magical formula. Because it can't be due to the fact that he is wearing it. Right?

However hard it is for you on the inside, one would never know of your tiny little crush from the outside. Always keeping it casual, with every photoshoot staying professional and holding it together.

It was Lando who had the idea to do more of an intimate (his words, not yours) photoshoot than usually, to spice up the feed, as he bluntly said during a casual PR catch up. This was the reason why you were standing here. In the middle of the forest, alone with a big camera and one light for the subject in question, your biggest crush in history. You were sure he was having a great time putting you outside your comfort zone, the cheeky fuck he was. But then again, he probably really did not give a shit.

"I can't focus if you'll keep looking at me like that," Lando stated like a spoiled child.

"Come again?" you asked, geniuenly confused.

He jumped around few times, as if he was about to run a marathon. "Show a little enthusiam, why so bleh today?"

"You're right, my mind went somewhere else."

"Oh, am I boring you? Well, that's bad. We should be promoting my merch here, but even the person paid to be here can't seem to be bothered!" His tone changed. He raised his eyebrows, challenging you to up your game.

You're a professional. No doubt about that.

Focus, get your head back. Your energy boosted up again, here we go! "Ok, Norris, back to work!" You're well aware that a great photo comes from the subjects ability to connect with the photographer. "You're right, this isn't working. Let's get into the car."

You both left the random wood spot and returned to his sports car that brought you here. "Sit on the driver's seat" you instructed.

"Oh, as if there is a different way this would go down."

"Come on, let's drive around. And be fast," not sure if you were incouraging him or yourself.

"Like the sound of that. Buckle up, otherwise you'll have blurry photos."

And with that he reversed back on the main road.

After about 15 minutes of driving back and forth with a casual drift on the turns, getting pictures of him driving in his new jacket and shades, the adrenaline levels were pretty up in both of you.

"Parked it up here" you instructed again, having him stop on a hill with a view on a city lights in the background. "These are amazing!" you said after a brief look on the photos.

Lando was curious as ever. "Show me!"

"No, you'll see them on the right time. Do you trust me?"

He licked his lips. "Surprise me?"

"Lean back."

You really got into the zone, already super excited for the pictures. They had everything, interesting lighting, composition and Lando was doing an exceptional job with his smiles. However, you knew it could give more.

"This is great Lando, truly great job! But let's do more and push it further, you ok?"

"Just tell me what to do." He looked like he was really enjoying the attention, but you tried to block any of these thoughts out.

"One thing photographers recommend is for the model to try and look into the lens as if you want to seduce it, capture those looking at the picture...It's for making models less focused on the camera and being more attractive..."

Lando pulled out his best smirk yet. "Oh, I'm not attractive enough to be your model now?"

"Come on. You know what I mean."

"Nah, I don't," he lied. "Elaborate, I'm just a simple driver."

Now you were getting annoyed. "Just imagine the lens is someone you want to, em, who you would like to"

"-Fuck?"

"Yes."

"As you wish." And as you asked he did.

He probably did it without much of a thought, but you were perfectly aware of how he fixed his posture, opened his lips a bit, moved his and got this look on as if he wanted to eat you - in the best way possible. This got you in the zone, striking one photo after another, moving your camera and getting closer to get the details, completely forgetting you were both there to shoot his new merch.

Battery low. You would have cursed yourself in that moment. Only you hardly had a second to think about this. When you put your camera down, you realized the nonexistent proximity between you and Lando. You were sitting above him on the back seat with him staring up to you.

You froze for a moment, knowing there is no battery left in the bag.

"Well that is us done for today," you focused on the camera. How on Earth can you be so stupid.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." You suddenly realized you were way, way to close to Lando. The damn scent, again.

"Damn, I like these kinds of photoshoots."

"Uhm, yeah." You did not want to move, but it was becoming socially unacceptable for you to be sitting on him for this long.

"Have you done this with Oscar?"

It's hard for you not to laugh at that thought. Every photoshoot with Oscar was a nightmare with the atmoshephere being so dry that everyone with an inch of taste had to tell from the photos immediately.

"Not yet," you said trying to preserve the facade. " But if these work out and the team likes them, we might recreate this with him?"

As if that was even remotely possible. You should move now. Why isn't he moving?

"Shame, thought it was our thing," his voice was becoming more raspy with every sentence.

And with that - you lost it.

"You still have the look." How is this sentence coming out of your mouth?

"What look?" he said, moving even closer to you.

"The models look."

"Remind me which one."

"The "Fuck Me Look"...But I'm not taking photos anymore."

"Interesting."

"Why?" You stopped breathing a while ago.

"Because I think you have it too."

part 2

[britany1997]

Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader who’s owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.

(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie…

AHHHHH Michael my love🥺 yes of course I can write this for you💕💕 hope you like it!

Poly! Lost boys & Michael x GN cutesy Reader

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, “I told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,” Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.

“If he doesn’t behave he’ll find himself on a different kind of leash.” Dwayne warned.

“Ooh Paul, hear that? you’re in trouble,” Marko singsonged.

“Yeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!” Paul yelled back as he ran.

Dwayne groaned.

David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michael’s neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.

“Stay close pet, don’t want you running off like those two,” David cooed at Michael.

Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of David’s grip, “I’m not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,” he paused, “and I’m not your pet either.”

David chuckled to himself, “whatever you wanna tell yourself love,” he said as he slid his arm around Michael’s waist, pulling him against his side.

He leaned in to whisper in Michael’s ear, “but I know you don’t mind what I call you when we’re at home. Maybe you’re just a house pet huh baby?”

Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink

“Stop it,” he whispered back nervously.

David pouted in reply, “thought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.”

Michael’s blush deepened, “can’t you keep it in your pants till we get home?”

David smirked, “what can I say, you’re irresistible.”

Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.

“HEY GUYS,” Paul’s booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.

“This better be good,” David grumbled.

Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.

Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop they’d never seen before.

As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. He’d swear he could already taste them.

He turned back to his boyfriends, “please, please, please can we go in and get something? I’ve been so good lately!” he begged.

Dwayne scoffed, “no you haven’t.”

Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, “please please please please,” Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.

Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. “David, what do you think? We got time before morning?”

David checked his watch, his arm still around Michael’s waist, “yeah we got time.”

“Yes!” Paul whisper-cheered to himself.

“Not so fast blondie,” David raised an eyebrow, “you got bakery money?”

Paul’s demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. “Michael?” he asked sweetly.

Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, “yes Paul?”

Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.

Michael laughed, “ok fine,” he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.

Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.

“I love you Michael!” Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.

Michael smiled and blushed, “I love you too Paul.”

Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michael’s five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.

Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. “C’mon, they need constant supervision,” he reminded David.

“Been tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.” David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.

As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.

Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human he’d ever seen (besides Michael of course).

You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.

As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paul’s persistent flirting.

“All these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,” Paul winked, leaning over the counter.

You blushed, “that’s so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?”

“Yeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, I’m not real liquid right now…” he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, “you take kisses?”

You smirked and laughed, “I take money.”

He mock-pouted, “that’s ok sugar, I was gonna give ‘em to you for free anyway.”

Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. “Sorry about him,” he said blushing.

Michael swiped the money from Paul’s back pocket and handed it to you, “for the sugar cookies,” he said, flustered.

“I’ll bring them right out,” you smiled.

Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.

“What the hell man?” Paul asked, “I was about to seal the deal!”

“Paul,” Dwayne interjected, “what did we say about kissing strangers?”

“It’s fun?” Paul guessed.

“Don’t do it.” Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.

Paul pouted.

You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.

“You all are the first customers I’ve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,” you blushed.

You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.

He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he sighed.

You giggled, “I sure hope that’s not true, you’d think you’d wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.”

It was taking all of Paul’s self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.

You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, “I love Sfogliatella! I haven’t been able to find them anywhere,” he told you.

“My grandma’s recipe,” you smiled, “I love them too, I haven’t really seen ‘em anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.”

Marko melted.

You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “Dark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,” you told him.

“For a richer flavor?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Exactly!” you beamed, “thought you’d like it.”

His lips turned up into a half-smile, “thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.

He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, “these are my favorite, how’d you know?” he furrowed his brow in confusion.

You shrugged, “call it baker’s intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.”

He blushed, “talk about a sixth sense,” he mumbled, “you really are the sweetest thing in here.”

Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had ‘stolen his line.’

David cleared his throat, “nothin for me love?” he raked his eyes over your form.

You laughed, “you just didn’t strike me as a sweets guy,” you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.

When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.

“Clever little thing aren’t you?” he flirted.

“I like to think so,” you winked.

David’s smile spread across his whole face, “well if you aren’t the cutest thing…” he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.

Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.

He frowned, “gotta get goin’ sweet but we’ll be back,” he promised, winking.

You bit your lip, “I hope so, I’m here every night.”

You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.

You couldn’t help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision you’d ever made.

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[sexydoffyman]

May I please request monster trio HC’s reacting to their sensitive fem!s/o (who’s sensitive to being yelled at) not only being yelled at by a complete stranger but being harassed by them? Basically just them stumbling upon the sight of their s/o being grabbed by the hair while being yelled at.

Also if possible to mention could you do pre time skip instead of post?

Hope it’s not too much for you<3

Have a great day:) (btw it’s completely ok if you decide not to do this since this is very specific)

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genre: fluff

characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Sanji

word count: 707

A/N: sorry Sanji is a little short. But really. No one really gives a shit.🦬

RORONOA ZORO

You were shopping for the crew when you accidentally dropped a can of beans on the ground.

You didn't think much of it and just went to pick it up.

You weren't even able to reach for it when some old man started yelling at you.

"That's why women belong in the kitchen!"

You looked at him with your heart racing.

You were scared, so you closed your eyes and put your hands in front of yourself just in case.

Fortunately, the idiot of a boyfriend you had stumbled into the shop because he got lost.

He was confused since Sanji was in the kitchen on their ship.

He came close to the man and leaned down.

"So if a woman is supposed to cook, then the man is supposed to fight, right?"

The man looked at him with an annoyed face. He wanted to scold the brat.

Unfortunately for the man, the only thing he saw was a fist right in front of his face.

He flinched and fell on the floor, but to his surprise, Zoros's fist didn't make contact with his face.

You were the one who stopped his punch from landing on the bastard's face.

Zoro laughed "Well look who just got saved by a woman." He said with a mocking grin on his face.

You thought that you did the right thing.

But apparently, the man didn't.

He grabbed your hair to pull you back.

Just in a second Zoro's sword almost cut the man's arm off.

He stopped when the man fell on his ass again. Trembling in fear.

Zoro took your hand and ran out with you. Not willing to pay for the food.

Zoro doesn't care to make a little mess in the town or a village you're in

He is warned by Nami that he will bring attention to the fact that pirates are in the town.

He will not hesitate to cut off some civilian's arms.RIP can of beans

MONKEY D. LUFFY

You were checking out some bars that the crew could hang out at until the log pose found a new island.

You walked into one bar, and immediately some drunken idiot started yelling at how you can't even properly close the door.

You apologized, but apparently, that wasn't enough.

The man walked in front of you and smirked.

"You think a bitch like you should even be here?" He said mockingly.

He grabbed your hair to pull you closer to his face, to which you let out a quiet whine.

He stopped as you both heard something unusual.

"NIKUUUUU"

The man stood there in confusion.

You, on the other hand, ducked, knowing what was coming.

Suddenly, Luffy came flying through the door knocking the man down in the process.

Not you, tho.

You ducked.

You ran beside him, looking uncomfortable.

"WHADUUUP" Luffy greeted you.

The man stood up. "I'm gonna kill both of you, you bastards!"

Luffy gave him a glance and said "How?"

To a normal person, it would seem as if he was trying to be rude. You knew that he was just confused.

The man threw a punch Luffy's way.

Luffy just stretched, scaring the shit out of him.

"Oh, he fell asleep... Oh well NIKUUUU"

SANJI

He was actually with you.

You think he would ever leave your side? Well, you thought wrong.

Sanji only looked away for a second.

Some rando laughed at you and slapped you in the face.

"Do you break all mirrors you look at?" He laughed at you.

As soon as Sanji heard that sentence leave the rando's mouth, his leg was in his face.

You didn't even have time to flinch at the slap. Sanji looked at you "Are you all okay, mademoiselle?"

The way his eyes softened with worry made you feel so relieved that he didn't let the man continue.

He grabbed your hand and took you to Robin, who was standing close by reading a book.

"Robin-chan, please stay with y/n for a while."

He ran off to beat that man's ass again.

He wouldn't let a man slapping a woman just slide that easily.

The man's face won't be the only thing that will not function after this encounter.

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Head Over Heels - Pete Mitchell x Reader

A/N: I've watched the OG so many times over the last month I felt inspired to write a little 1980s set piece for baby Mav. It's roughly set in 1983 (obvs. I wasn't born yet so I'm going purely off my obsession with 80s shit bare with me ok).

pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

warnings/content: fluff, set in the 1980s, Maverick hits on you in a bar while you're working, brief mention of Goose & Carole if you squint.

word count: 2.2k

“You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far, ‘cause you know it don't matter anyway…”

The sounds of Hall and Oates’ Rich Girl rang out from the jukebox that sat opposite from the bar, a few off-key voices attempting to sing the words in slurred tones, incoherent to anyone other than themselves. It was a typical Friday night, with a few people seated on the red vinyl booths that encircled the bar counter, empty beer glasses in front of them as they waited anxiously for a top up. 

You didn’t love your job here - you only did it to put yourself through school, and even then, it wasn’t as though you needed to - your parents had offered you financial assistance on more than one occasion, almost scandalized at the thought of their precious daughter working in a dive bar on weekends to put herself through college, but you were determined. You wanted to earn this degree on your own merit, without your parents holding the loan of a few thousand dollars over your head and without the feeling that you were some spoiled little rich kid that others should despise or envy. 

As you wiped a table clean in the far corner of the bar, you took note of two young men in bomber jackets coming through the entrance. The shorter of the two, a dark-haired man with intriguing eyes - were they hazel, blue or green? It was nearly impossible to tell. - laughed as he looked back to his friend, a tall blonde haired man with a mustache, who looked incredibly unimpressed about the choice of bar that his buddy had. You couldn’t say you blamed him - the food was decent, but that was about it. You weren’t exactly known for being the Ritz Carlton of dive bars. 

The two men sidled up to a booth, and you sighed to yourself, knowing that it meant they’d become your responsibility, whether they were aware of that fact or not. You finished cleaning the table off and retreated behind the bar to find two menus - not that they seemed like the type who were here for food - you knew the younger men that came in usually only came for one thing, cheap beer. You approached their table, plastering your customer service smile on your face as you sauntered over. You handed them each a menu and greeted them with your normally joyful voice, and you couldn’t help but feel like you came off as someone deranged for being so cheerful. 

“Hi! What can I get you both?”

“I’ll have whatever’s on tap, thanks,” the blonde replied with a polite head nod towards you. 

The brunette started eyeing you up, a grin plastered on his face as he took in the sight of you. Your outfit was hardly anything worth looking at, you thought to yourself. Fitted high-waisted jeans and a t-shirt with the restaurant’s logo emblazoned on the back, the baggier fitting shirt tucked into your jeans to accentuate the fact that, despite how the t-shirt might come off, you did in fact have hips. His grin was playful - not the kind you were used to from men who saw you at work. He didn’t give you the impression he was only interested in taking you to bed with him, although you weren’t entirely convinced that wasn’t his motive. His hazel eyes lit up as he looked at you, his thousand-watt grin almost distracting.

“What do you recommend? I’ve never been here before.” He charmed, still smiling up at you.

“Well, our wings are pretty popular, I personally like them dressed in Kansas City sauce, it’s a bit spicier but it’s not too overpowering, and for a drink, I usually go for a rye and coke, but if you’re more of a beer guy, I recommend pairing it with a Budweiser. You can never go wrong there.”

“Perfect, I’ll have that, please. With a side of coleslaw.”

“Alright, two beers, an order of KC wings and a side of coleslaw? You got it.”

You disappeared behind the counter with their order and returned a few moments later with their drinks in hand. The brunette was leaning in towards his friend, whispering in a hushed tone that you could barely make out, but it was evident that your presence wasn’t known. You set the drinks down on the table and both men sat straighter in their seats. The blonde one looked at you with a charming smile, the kind you’d give a teacher who’d walked in on you doing something you weren’t supposed to at school. He cleared his throat and laughed slightly as he took a sip of his drink before setting the glass down on the cardboard coaster you’d brought over. 

“I’m so sorry, but my friend here, he’s a little shy. He thinks you’re really pretty though. Not that I don’t, I’m just engaged.” The blonde babbled, seemingly nervous, as if he was afraid you’d throw his drink over him. 

“Does he? Why doesn’t he tell me so himself?” You teased, looking over to the brunette, who was now blushing and grinning like an absolute idiot - the most attractive idiot you’d ever seen.

“He is afraid of women. Sort of, anyways. I never say the right thing.” He explained matter of factly. 

His eyes squinted to read the name tag on your shirt, saying it slowly to make sure he was pronouncing it correctly before giving you another smile. “Beautiful name,” he added. 

“Well, now this seems unfair - you know my name but I don’t know yours.”

“Right! Right. I’m Maverick. This here’s my buddy, Goose.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, Navy callsigns. I’m Pete. He’s Nick.”

“Goose is fine,” the blonde interjected, shaking his head as he held up a hand to stop Pete from talking further, “Only my mom calls me Nick. And usually it’s if I’m in shit for something.”

“Nice to meet you, Pete. Goose.” 

You politely excused yourself from the table with a laugh before continuing with your other duties that night - waiting the few surrounding tables with  patrons, cleaning and restocking napkins and cutlery around the bar. You noticed at one point that Pete had approached the jukebox. He flipped through the available songs, selecting one seemingly at random, bringing Vacation by The Go-Gos to an abrupt end as his choice of song began playing. The opening bars of Making Love Out of Nothing At All by Air Supply began to fill the room, and Pete gave you a beaming grin as he retreated back to his seat. He began singing along to song with Goose, the two carrying on in an off-key harmonic ensemble that, admittedly, had you fighting the urge to sing along. 

As you approached the table once more, a playful smirk gracing your lips at Pete's rendition of the song, you couldn't deny the infectious energy he exuded. His performance, though not flawless, carried a certain charm that captivated your attention. As you deftly cleared away their empty dishes, Pete's gaze met yours once again, but this time with a smile that held a hint of mischief, a smile that could easily disarm even the most composed.

"Are you finishing up soon?" His voice was casual, but there was an underlying eagerness in his tone. Checking his watch briefly before locking eyes with you again, he continued, "I don’t have to be back on base until tomorrow morning. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do something after work."

You couldn't help but grin at his forwardness, though you made a show of feigning reluctance. "I don’t accept dates from guys who ask me out at my workplace," you teased, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

Pete's response was quick, his charm effortlessly slipping through the cracks of your defenses. "Ok, that’s understandable. What time are you off work?"

"In ten minutes," you replied, a mixture of amusement and surprise coloring your tone as you realized the clever loophole he had found in your earlier rejection.

"Perfect. I’ll meet you outside in ten."

True to his word, ten minutes later found you standing outside, Goose offering a polite wave as he departed. Pete's smile was infectious as he approached you, his demeanor exuding a newfound confidence. He gestured towards you, his grin widening as he spoke.

"You said no because I asked you out inside, but now?"

A playful glint danced in your eyes as you played along. "Now, I suppose I can say yes. You’re no longer a creepy guy asking me out at work."

"Exactly, now I’m a creepy guy asking you out outside of your work. Much better," he quipped, a chuckle escaping him as he extended his arm towards you.

You couldn't help but laugh at his remark, the tension between you dissipating as you fell into an easy banter. As he introduced himself, the warmth in his voice was palpable, and you found yourself drawn in despite your initial reservations.

Pete shook his head, a self-amused chuckle escaping him before he gallantly extended his arm towards you. His cheeks took on a charming shade of pink, adding a subtle glow to his already handsome features. It was then that the disparity in height between the two of you became apparent, your gaze meeting his from a slightly elevated position. A grin played at his lips as he ran a hand through his dark locks, his eyes squinting ever so slightly as he regarded you with a mix of earnestness and intrigue.

"Sorry, I’m relatively new to this," he confessed with a sheepish grin. "My success rate’s not the highest unless I’m in uniform, and even then."

"Uniform?" you echoed, curiosity lacing your tone.

Straightening up, Pete cleared his throat before executing a mock salute with a touch of playful flair. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Peter Mitchell, United States Naval Air Force, currently stationed over at North Island, just across the bay," he announced with a subtle gesture toward the distant island.

"Peter, huh?"

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Did you think my parents just put Pete on the birth certificate and called it a day?"

"Actually," you quipped back, "earlier before you clarified, I thought they put Maverick on there and called it a day - Pete didn’t seem like too far of a stretch."

"I suppose you’re right," he conceded with a grin. "I don’t think I’ve been called by my full name since school, and even then, it was back when Peter from The Brady Bunch was still cool. I liked it then, all the girls liked him anyways."

"I was more of a Greg girl, actually," you teased, raising an eyebrow in playful defiance as you pretended to inspect your manicure.

"Of course you were," he chuckled, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "You’re one of the first girls I’ve met to not care about the military thing. Most girls are all over that."

"It’s impressive, don’t get me wrong," you interjected with a shrug. "I’ve just dated military guys before."

"Have you?" Pete's interest was piqued, his gaze locked onto yours with a newfound curiosity.

"Well, one," you admitted. "My first boyfriend when I moved down to San Diego from Oakland."

"You’re from Oakland?! I’m from San Francisco!"

"Small world, isn't it?" Pete's eyes lit up with a spark of excitement, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he realized the unexpected connection between your hometowns. "I guess that makes us Bay Area neighbors, in a sense."

You couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a sense of warmth in the shared familiarity of your origins. "Seems like it," you agreed, the playful banter easing any remaining tension between you.

As the conversation flowed effortlessly between you, a comfortable silence settled, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the bustling pier. In that moment, standing on the threshold of possibility, you couldn't ignore the magnetic pull drawing you closer to Pete.

"So," he began, breaking the silence with a gentle tone, "any chance I could persuade you to show a newcomer around San Diego? I'm afraid my knowledge of the city is limited to the base and a few local hotspots."

The invitation hung in the air, laden with unspoken implications. With a playful glint in your eyes, you considered his request, allowing yourself to entertain the idea of exploring the city with him.

"I suppose I could be persuaded," you teased, a coy smile playing at the corners of your lips. "But only if you promise to keep up with this newfound charm of yours, Lieutenant Mitchell."

Pete's laughter echoed against the backdrop of the bay, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. "Consider it a deal, Miss Oakland," he replied, extending his arm once more in a silent invitation to embark on this newfound adventure together.

As you linked your arm with his, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air, the promise of new beginnings lingering on the horizon. With each step forward, you couldn't help but wonder where this unexpected encounter would lead, but one thing was certain: with Pete by your side, the journey promised to be anything but ordinary.

[dingodad]

Ok, so this has driven me crazy for the longest time. What the fuck happened to post retcon Japsersprite? The one we know is from pre retcon, since he was on John’s planet when he brought it into the void. Nothing was ever mentioned to happen to post retcon Jaspers, so where is he. I can’t believe Hussie forgot about him, he didn’t forget about the two Nannasprites. Did post retcon Jaspersprite just not exist? Maybe he died on LOWAS when Typheus blew it up, but there is no mention of that at all. I guess only Jade or the Nanna’s would know then, but nothing is ever said about it. Also is there a way to know if the Arquius that becomes lord English is the pre or post retcon version?

i'm gunna play good cop bad cop here cus there's an answer you don't want to hear and then there's a sort of interesting consolation prize answer at the end.

the answer you don't want to hear: it doesn't matter! :P i don't think this really needs explaining but the whole point of davepeta/jasprose's ultimate self spiels is that tying yourself in knots trying to figure out who's "pre-retcon" and who's "post-retcon" is, as they say, for the birds. john is john is john. hussie didn't "forget" that there are supposed to be two jaspersprites: while a story can occasionally get away with having two Daves or two Roses because Dave and Rose have interesting things to say to themselves, the fact that homestuck has even ONE character called jaspersprite simply strains the reader's ability to give a shit. there is the room nor the need for TWO jaspersprites, of all the damnedest things.

(there can be two nannasprites because two nannasprites are funny - but if there's one thing worse than creating the same CHARACTER twice, it's telling the same JOKE twice.)

the other answer is about sprites in particular. do you know why video game graphics used to be called "sprites"? i only thought to look this up just recently: it's because, like the fairies or spirits of folklore from which they get their name, they float above the background of the game world without interacting with it directly. this should form the basis for our understanding of homestuck's kernelsprite, as well, which borrows both from folklore and from computer programming. they are of course ghosts on a literal level, with spritely undead tails and the ability to pass through walls and physical barriers like they weren't there - but the way they interact with the story itself is similarly ethereal-and-or-ephemeral.

sprites appear at the whim of the heroes to serve a very particular purpose - which, you will notice, is exactly what davepeta says they're doing when they show up in hell - but then the moment that purpose is complete they might as well stop existing. dave- and jadesprite show up inexplicably on the battlefield as the reckoning begins: are they killing themselves now that their purposes are complete? where are all the lususprites, anyway; did they do the same thing? erisolsprite initially seems to indicate that he's going to fuck off and possibly explode like all the other sprites who hate themselves, but then just shows up again 200 pages later later at the convenience of the trickster arc. the same is true of all the sprites presumed-dead following the events of GAME OVER, who show up as-needed in the new timeline to form the next generation of redundant ghost freaks. this is simply how sprites operate. whether they're "alive" or "dead" at any given moment is the wrong way of looking at it - they're ghosts for goodness' sake!!

the fact that the story never tells us what happened to "that other jaspersprite" is supposed to make us think less about it, not more, because knowing where one of them is - the "ultimate" one, in fact - should be enough to put our minds at ease. but it also deliberately leaves the door open for another jaspersprite to show up if the story ever somehow, against all odds, finds a place to squeeze one in. which is again exactly what the plot point is currently doing with sprites like erisol, who for all intents and purposes was dead up until the moment page 666 started

[xo-adeline]

HEY ADELINEEEEE

i heard you were looking for kn8 and bllk requests >:)

to be honest i'll take anything related to sae or hoshina buuuttttt if we're talking specific fics/hcs

maybe hoshina with a medic partner :>

like uuuhh it takes place after his fight with kn10 and you're not allowed to treat him (from my knowledge, medics arent allowed to give proper treatment to relatives/close people) so you just sit there waiting for him to announce he's ok and then proceed to shout at him for being so reckless.

maybe i'm in love with hoshina, maybe i just want to shout at men 🤷🏻���♀️

HIIIII LUMI!! I'm so sorry this took so long, shit was happening and it wasn't fun! But no worries, after writing a bunch of stuff for AP Lang and Psychology I had some time to actually work on something I wanted to do and conjured this up!!

There was only one sound that echoed through out the waiting area of the medical wing. The clicking of your shoes on the ground as you paced around the open space. The white of the walls was becoming more unbearable then it normally was. Being stuck in rooms all day that are just covered in white could make anybody go crazy. However, you weren’t only seeing white at the time, but also red. Memories sparking in your mind of Hoshina fighting an identified Kaiju, by himself?! You knew he was crazy, but nothing like this. You realized that you had already been pacing for about 10 minutes and clearly it wasn’t helping anything, so you took a seat in one of the many available chairs until somebody, anybody could give you some information about the well being of your boyfriend. You wouldn’ve felt a lot better had the JAKDF let you do the procedure yourself, but due to the ‘unethicality’ of it. You weren’t allowed to. Since he could get to other doctors in time it wasn’t considered an ‘emergency’ that you would have to have broken that moral code. So the only thing left to do was wait. Keep waiting.. And waiting… You finally stood up after about 2 hours of waiting and just as you were about to ask one of the nurses sitting at the front about updates on his condition, or if his PPR report was already done and you could see it. Fate seemed to be on your side as you started your saunter up to the counter, trying not to seem desperate. The operating doors opened and out walked Hoshina. You were happy at first before you thought about it, walked?? What the hell is happening? The doctors and nurses were trying to keep him in the hospital cot, but knowing Hoshina he wouldn’t stay put. Within a couple seconds, he saw you standing close to the front counter and walked over towards you, a limp and bandages all over his body, but of course, he smiled and continued his way over towards you like it was nothing. As he made his way over you could only give him an unamused expression, he should’ve known you were gonna be pissed off at him. Getting in a fight with a kaiju that not even a single commander could take down? Overworking himself into overheating and then trying to take out the remaining yoju? And now walking when he should be taking it easy, and not listening to the doctors? He was in for an earful from you, and the second he realized you weren’t smiling when he (limped) walked out, he knew full well what was coming his way. The joyful smile he soon had now shifted into a sheepish grin, knowing that the second he was back in his room, he would not only get you having a stern talking to about making sure he took care of himself and listened to the doctor's orders. But also that you were gonna be so pissed off at him for taking on that Kaiju alone. It was only about 15 minutes later when you were done telling him off for his stupid actions, even if you knew all was done for the well-being of the other officers of the third division. The smile he once had faded to a small frown when he saw how upset you were at him, and to that, his first reaction was to just come up and back hug you. He knew when he was upset and you did that, it always made him feel better. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his. You knew that he was always a little reckless when it came to protecting people he cared about, even if it would one day come back and bite him in the ass, but you knew that with his talents, it would be a while before that day would ever come, and you just had to believe that all the times he told you he would be back before bed, were right…

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Ok everyone is on a shadow milk train so might as well submit a shadow milk thing....I can submit other stuff later.

Shadow milk x reader....after reader had a terrible nightmare and wakes up, upset...shadow milk can comfort em and cheer em up...aaaand possibly help them go back to sleep.

I should be doing my older requests but fuck it- I want some of this shit

I have no fucking idea if Shadow Milk even sleeps since his soul is locked away and all, but we'll just say he does.

Tw: mention of trauma, clown music

You wake up in the middle of the night, shaking slightly. What you had just gone through? Those memories, those terrible memories. They all kept repeating in your mind, stabbing you over and over again with the same blade of trauma. You feel movement beside you, a grumble coming the jester.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head to face you, his eyes less vibrant than they are in the daytime. He reached out to grab your hand, briefly glancing at it. "You're shaking again." He reached out his other arm to hold you close. His voice sounds a bit croaky from sleeping, but comforting compared to the screams of your nightmare.

"You're fine. You're no longer in that treacherous place, dearie. No one can give you a fright, except me. Your one and only clown." He poked a few jokes to lighten the mood, and it worked. A little. You feel yourself coming back to your body, no longer in that dream world. You put your head on his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

"Shadow Milk..." You mumble, still a bit lost in your thoughts.

"Shush. Don't waste your time thinking. Just remember I am here. You should focus on me instead." His words might seem mean or ignorant, but you could tell he meant well. He wants to be there for you. He wants to distract you from your mind of swirling agony.

He starts to lightly hum, and you immediately recognized it. It was The Entry of the Gladiators. The most iconic clown song on earth. You almost wanted to laugh. He holds your tighter, practically squishing you to his side.

"Go to sleep. We can clown around in the morning my dearest." He continues to hum the silly song, making it seem like it was a lullaby for you.

Perhaps it was. He is your clown after all. You feel weight on your eyes. You can't resist the pull of slumber. You fell asleep in silence, his crazy self now the topic of your mind.

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I wrote this in like 30 minutes so I apologize if it's a bit messy. But hey, having fun is more important.

I love how I try to make a softer post- which always ends in some form of shitpost.

If you don't what The Entry of the Gladiators is go search it up. I'm 100% sure you'll recognize the song.

(da da da-da-da da-da)

- Celina

[slayfics]

Hitoshi comforts you after a hard day.

500 words

Amazing art by @bythevay

[You]: Can I come up?

[Hitoshi]: Of course.

You swiftly left your dorm. The weight on your chest already lightening. It had been a shit day, and you needed some company.

“Everything alright?” Hitoshi asked as soon as he noticed the solemn look on your face. Usually, you’d greet him with a wide grin and sparkling eyes. But today your shoulders drooped and your attempt at a smile was a sad mask.

“Just been a long day,” you said stepping into his room.

Hitoshi sat on his bed and motioned for you to come over. Joining him you took notice of the soft music playing from his record player that doubled as a Bluetooth speaker. Hitoshi always seemed to have some music playing.

The balcony door opened allowed the gentle breeze to blow through the room. Already you felt calmer by the atmosphere.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked.

You let a sigh not knowing where to start, “I think I’m just exhausted.”

“Hm, I know what that’s like,” he commented.

“I’m sure you do, those eye bags don’t lie,” you retorted poking him with a teasing smile.

Hitoshi grinned at your teasing, “I’ll let that one go since you’re not feeling well,” he said happy to at least see you crack a genuine smile.

You paused a moment trying to get your thoughts together. “I think lately I’ve just been exhausted with being concerned with how everyone else feels and, I don’t feel like I get any of that same energy back.”

“Ouch, you need me to be more observant or something?” He asked.

“No, not you,” you said leaning into him. Hitoshi instinctively pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s hard trying to please everyone. I don’t want to upset anyone, but that seems impossible, and when I decide to do something for myself, I feel selfish. Someone’s feelings end up hurt, and it seems unavoidable."

“Because it is,” Hitoshi said bluntly.

“Ok wow, you’re great at advice,” you said sarcastically.

Hitoshi laughed, “Maybe but, hear me out. You can’t please everyone. It’s just a fact. So, you just make the best of what you can with your situation. The rest is an unavoidable consequence. It’ll work it self out eventually. And, you have a right to be selfish. No one is going to look out for you better than yourself. Don’t keep giving yourself away to everyone else.”

You sat processing his words for a moment leaning into his embrace, “Alright that was a lot better,” you admitted.

Hitoshi kissed the top of your head, “and stop putting everyone’s happiness in your hands. That’s not your responsibility. I think you need a good break, some time for yourself,” he suggested.

“Maybe I should be more like you and make all my best friends' cats,” you joked

“Oh, so this is how you repay me for comforting you, by making fun of me?” He said, squeezing you teasingly.

“Thank you Shinso," you said placing a kiss on his cheek.

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Parfum d’étoile - episode fourty-one

scaramouche x reader smau

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You weren’t late this time.

You were in front of your door gripping the fabric of your clothes in one hand and holding your phone in the other, waiting for him to text.

You turned your phone off then right back on to check the time.

3:32pm

Scaramouche’s classes ended at 3 and he texted you to let you know he’d stop by his dorm room to change but he was awfully long.

You started to think he might’ve stood you up and that you looked utterly stupid standing there.

As you started thinking that, he suddenly texted.

You could only see so much of the text on the notification that was displayed on your screen but you could read the words

‘Sorry, lots of things happened so I’m not…’

Your stomach dropped and you didn’t even want to read the rest of the text message but you were way too curious to not do so.

‘Sorry lots of things happened so i’m not gonna be able to pick u up rn but i’ll be there in less than 20 i swear’

You sighed in relief and your thumbs flew over your keyboard to text back.

´Dpn’t start a rext like tjat beo u scaref me… its finr tho i was gonba be late 2 neways.´

That was a lie.

´Good i feel less bad now’

He added a crying emoji at the end of his sentence, something out of character for him. You couldn’t tell if it was supposed to express relief or if he was making fun of you.

The cold air made your fingers shaky and it made it hard to type correctly but he didn’t seem to pay any mind to that.

You’ve been standing outside for almost 40 minutes now. The weather was awful and it even looked like rain would start pouring at any moment now. You felt like moving from your spot would be like giving up on him like standing in lines for something you’ve been waiting for all week and then chickening out and leaving your spot out of weakness but you got tired of standing there and sent him a text before even thinking about it.

‘Hey uh i’m not feeling that good laybe we should cancel ?’

You regretted it as soon as you sent it but he already read it so it was too late to unsend

‘? Are you sure??

You closed your phone as soon as you saw his reply, not wanting to answer or to face what you did but you realised he would see the read sign and that there was no getting out of this one.

‘Nvm i can manage haha!! I just need to take a pill i’ll be good’

You lied again.

Scaramouche replied almost immediately.

‘If you’re not feeling well we can do that another day i wouldn’t want to force you’

You clenched your jaw. You never understood his mood swing, how he could clown you one second then be the most caring person you’ve met the next it was almost annoying.

‘It’s okay!! I’m already ready anyways i wouldn’t want to waste a good outfit lmao’

Now it was your turn to use a crying emoji, still not sure of what it was supposed to express.

‘Ok :(‘

You chuckled at the frowny face. That too was out of character.

After ten minutes, there were still no sight of him.

You felt like every person that walked passed knew what situation you were in and were just pitying you and god it made you feel like shit.

Maybe waiting at home would’ve been smarter.

Just as you thought that a car you recognised pulled up.

You got up abruptly, opened the door in one swift movement and threw yourself on the passager seat without even looking at who was inside the vehicle.

You let yourself sink into the seat, sighing happily as the warm air hit your skin. And just as you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable you heard his voice

"Hey, so sorry i’m late i hope you didn’t have to wait for too long." Scaramouche said

You finally looked at him for the first time today

He was wearing black baggy pants but you couldn’t tell which top he decided to put on because of the coat covering it.

"It’s fine don’t worry. ‘Was just a bit cold."

"I have a jacket in the back, do you want to borrow it ?"

"Yeah i’d love to!"

He reached for the back seat without looking and pulled out a white jacket.

He handed it to you without a word and put his hand back on the steering wheel when you took it from his hands.

You put it on quickly and felt a tad bit disappointed when you recognise Kazuha’s signature cologne on it.

It wasn’t Scaramouche’s.

" So ? Where are we going ?" He said, finally breaking the silence

"Uhmm I’m not sure anymore… Do you want to go to the aquarium ?"

"Uh sure if that’s what you want"

"You don’t really seem enthusiastic."

"Fishes aren’t my thing to be honest, but if they’re yours…"

"What’s your thing then ?"

"I don’t know."

You let out a long sigh

"You’re not helping me ! Just pick a place and we’ll go !"

"You were the one that was supposed to plan it ! Why do I have to choose ?!"

God you forgot how annoying he could be.

"Ok, ok. What about the zoo ?"

"It’s like an hour drive, though…"

"The arcade ??"

"I don’t have any coins."

"The museum ?"

"It’s a bit boring isn’t it ?"

"Ok just kill yourself." You let out a sound that could only be described as a growl "where do you want to go ?"

"Anywhere is fine" he stopped the car engine realising that decided where to go was going to take longer than intended

"Anywhere is not fine ! You don’t like any of my suggestions."

"I mean, yeah they suck but if you want to go then we’ll go. Everything is fine if you’re here."

"Don’t try to romance me, asshole ! My suggestions are great !"

"I already went to all those places a thousand times so it’s not really interesting frankly."

You mumbled an almost inaudible ‘sorry rich boy’ before sighing for the thousandth time

"What about that library/coffee shop at the mall ? They opened like a week ago."

He turned to look at you so fast you thought he’d snap his neck

"They’re open?! Why didn’t you tell me that before ?! Let’s go !" He said restarting the car.

★

You took a seat at one of the few tables that were in place at the back of the library.

You hoped to use that face to face moment to talk to Scaramouche more before having to tell him that you like him even thought you don’t know him as much as you wish you did.

But that hope quickly died down when you saw that he did everything but stay in place.

He seemed to love books more than anything because he was going from aisle to aisle grabbing some of them so that he could read the back and either putting them back where they belong or nesting them under his arm.

After 20 minutes of that he sat down in front of you, pushed his cup aside and put down the 7 books he had picked up.

Some were novels, some were mangas, some were comics. The genre also seemed to be very different from one book to another.

"I’m so happy they restocked, i’m going to read all of them as fast as possible." He said, taking a sip of his coffee and making a funny face when he realised it was now lukewarm.

"So… you like books, eh ?" You laughed, not finding anything else to say to start a conversation

"Yeah, books are great."

"What’s your favourite ?"

He leaned even more into the backrest of his chair

"Uhm… if i had to say one it would probably be…"

He clicked his tongue not really knowing what to answer

"Oh ! The house of leaves is a super cool one ! I love it !" He exclaimed in a ‘obviously why didn’t i think of that one before’ voice.

"Oh really ? I never heard of it i should check it out."

"What’s your favourite ?"

"Uhm… I don’t really know"

He nodded.

If the entirety of the date was going to be this way, it was going to feel painfully awkward.

★

The walk back to the car was awkward as well even after the many attempts that both of you had at making conversation.

Scaramouche looked as good as ever even though he still didn’t discard of his coat and you were dying to see what was underneath and what kind of outfit he managed to pull together this time.

While in the parking lot, you noticed a few people staring at him and it almost made you feel proud.

"You feeling ok ?" He asked as soon as the car doors closed " you shouldn’t have forced yourself to come if you were feeling bad."

"I’m fine. It’s fine." You sighed "i’m fine."

"The more you say it the less i believe you." He laid his palm against your forehead "well, you don’t feel hot so that’s great." His hand traveled from your forehead to your cheek.

´If you keeps touching you like that, I might start feeling hot.´ you thought but didn’t dare to say out loud.

He looked at your eyes then your lips then your eyes again and you hoped to God he’d just kiss you but instead he took his hand off your face and rested his head back into the car seat headrest.

"So ? Where are we going next ?"

"Uhm…" you checked the time. It was already pushing 8pm "we could go eat."

"Sure that’s fine by me. Where ?"

"I’ll let you pick" you said trying to sound gentlemanly but knowing it was only because you had no idea what to pick and judging by his face, you didn’t fool him.

"We could go to a japanese restaurant."

"Don’t you already eat japanese at home ? It’s a bit boring for you isn’t it ?"

"It’s fine i haven’t had it in a while and i miss it. I’m doing this for me mostly."

You knew he was lying.

"I saw some leftovers when i went over, though ? If you want me to try it just say so." You teased

All he did was hum before starting the car engine."

★

Unlike what you expected, you weren’t face to face with him but instead sitting next to each other at a sushi bar.

"I haven’t had sushi in forever." You clapped your hands, excited for the huge free meal you were about to get.

"I could eat those forever, i’ll never get tired."

You downed the 4 makis you grabbed on the moving tray as soon as they were in front of you.

Before you could even grab something else, a green plate of three tempura was gently placed on top of the plate you just cleaned.

"Are you trying to shut me up ?"

"How’d you guess ?" He smirked half jokingly. "Try those next"

"If you insist !"

You took a bite out of it but before you could have a second one you suddenly felt like somebody was looking at you.

"What ? Were you planning on eating those or something ?" You didn’t have to stare back at him to know that it was his eyes that were gazing at you.

"No, no."

You took a second bite but almost choked when you felt his cold palm on your cheek.

You pulled away startled and uncomfortable by the sudden cold.

"What’s your deal, dude ?" You said, feeling your face heating up.

"Just checkin’ to see if you felt less warm than earlier."

"You said I didn’t feel warm at all earlier."

He looked away staring down at the plate of sushi he helped himself to previously

"Checking to see if it feel warmer then, i guess."

"God, you’ll be the death of me one day."

★

"You should take me out more often."

"Just so you can use me and drain my finances ? No way, i’m never doing this again."

You were leaning against the car, trying your best not to cough as the smoke from the cigarette Scaramouche lit made it’s way through your nostrils.

He seemed to noticed, telling you at least five time that if the smell was bothering you, he could open up the car and you could enjoy all the clean air you wanted but you so desperately wanted to stay close to him.

"Do you smoke a lot ?"

Scaramouche brought the cigarette to his lips, nestling it between them before inhale deeply. He brought it back to his side before releasing the breath he was holding, creating a cloud of fog in front of him.

He took so long to answer you thought he didn’t hear

"Not really. Tonight’s just a great night for a smoke." He finally said.

"How so ?"

He turned and glanced at you before looking up to the sky.

"The sun is setting, the sky is a mix of purple and orange, we’re in an empty parking lot talking about trivial stuff, it’s a friday night. It’s great for a smoke."

You giggled "When did you become so poetic ?"

He sat down, back against the driver’s side door and you did the same.

He put his cigarette out on the floor and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Are you tired ?" You asked, trying to stop your voice from cracking

"Yeah. Just a bit. Do you want to go anywhere else ?"

"No, not today."

Silence installed itself, a non awkward one this time. Only the sound of the wind let itself be heard and the few screams and giggles from the skatepark not too far.

"I love you, kuni."

He straightened up instantly

"What ?"

"I think I do ? Have feelings for you, I mean. I’m pretty certain."

"Wait… Huh ??"

You got up before he could even make sense of the situation

"Today was nice. I live not too far so i’ll walk. Thank you for driving me around." If you had the guts you would’ve kissed his forehead

You fled before he even had the chance to speak.

Extras !

• car seat headrest reference

• "erm i don’t like sushi 🤓☝️" WELL TOO BAD 👎👎

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Sukuna, funny, "You seem really thirsty, have you considered drinking water?"🌶️please🫶

Oh man, idk why but I really struggled with this one! I think it's cause I always get in my head and worry that you guys won't vibe with my comedy?? I don't know. BUT in the end, I'm happy with the result!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Ryomen Sukuna, and a reader that just wants to know peace

Sukuna leaned back in the natural hot springs, closing his eyes and letting the warm water relax his sore muscles. He hated it here. The hot water made the oppressive, muggy summer air even more suffocating, and the open nature of the hot springs left him vulnerable to attack. But supposedly, emphasis on supposedly, the water had a healing property. It was supposed to mend his wounds, give him more energy, a longer life, amazing head, or some shit like that. This water was supposed to be God's gift to man according to the village's religious radicals, but so far the only thing it was giving Sukuna was heat stroke. 

"Oh, I'm sorry My Lord, I didn't think you'd be here," a familiar voice said. Sukuna slowly opened his eyes and let a grin slip. Before him stood his favorite concubine. Maybe this spring could do good on one of its promises after all. "May I join you?" You asked.

"You may." Ryomen said, his eyes burning into you as you dropped your robe. Sukuna had seen your naked form countless times before, and every time excited him more than the last. You were beautiful, more breathtaking than any mere mortal had any right to be. And you were all his. Who wouldn't be excited about that? He watched your every movement like a hawk: the way you slowly lowered yourself into the water, how your chest puffed out when you went to stretch your shoulders, and the glimmer in your eye when you caught him staring. 

"Enjoying the show?" You asked. 

"Isn't that joke a little over done?" He asked back, tilting his head like a lost puppy. You couldn’t help but giggle. 

"Ok, fine then, be like that. I just won't banter with you anymore" you shrugged, playfully sticking your tongue out at him 

"You should put that tongue back in your mouth before I give you something to do with it." Sukuna warned, raising an eyebrow to prove the point. 

"I can't tell if that's a threat or an invention to be honest," you confessed, throwing his expression back at him. He shrugged in return. 

"I'm waiting to find out which one it is myself." He admitted

"Well keep waiting." You scoffed, "I'm here to get clean, not harassed by a pervert."

"Why not do both?" 

"Because I get enough of the latter at the temple I live at. The lord of the place is obsessed with me," you faux bragged, "every time he sees me he has to put his hands on me in some way, or his cock inside me."

"He sounds like a great guy." Sukuna grinned, "he has great taste in women, I bet he's smart too. And handsome and-"

"Deeply annoying." You cut him off before he could get too full of himself. "He's an arrogant bastard with zero control of his temper. Honestly, I'm shocked he hasn't killed me yet." To be fair, Sukuna was shocked he hadn't killed you yet too. He'd thought about it, countless times. Hell, he was thinking about it right now. But, something about you was too endearing to him for him to actually go through with the act.

“With a mouth like that, I’m shocked too. You must be a phenomenal lay.” In theory, that was Sukuna dolling out one of his rare compliments, though, the tone of voice had the edge of an insult to it. Not being really sure how to respond, you focused on your original goal: bathing and relaxing. You cupped your hands under the water, bringing it up and letting it flow over your head and limbs. You could feel scarlet eyes studying your body as you did so, watching the way spring trickled down the curves of your body. You looked over at the king of curses, and was positive that this is what a mouse felt like once an owl decided it was for dinner.

“You look thirsty!” You said, trying to take your nerve back, “Have you considered drinking any water?”

“No actually, I haven’t.” Sukuna said, swimming over to you. He brushed a lock of your wet hair behind your ear, sending cool shivers down your spine, “It’s a good idea though.”

“Thanks, I thought of it all by myself.” you beamed. He couldn’t help but smirk back as he took your hips in his hands, pulling you closer to him.

“Did you now?” he hummed, “Well in that case, I have to try it.” He picked you up under the water and rested you on his hips, prompting you to wrap your legs around him. You already weighed next to nothing to him, but thanks to the water you might as well have been made of air. His lips found your collar bone. He ran his tongue up your neck, lapping up the water that was dripping down it.

Which…was quite frankly unsanitary as hell, and definitely not recommended. But I mean, He was a curse so, what did he have to fear from doing that? Dying? Hardly. And besides, the little sounds you made as he left his mark on you made it worth it. You felt his teeth dig into you, right where your jaw met your neck, and felt the subsequent bruise bloom there. You tangled your fingers into his fluffy pink hair, tugging softly as you happily accepted his affections. He moved the two of you to the edge of the water, and laid you down on the bank, spreading your legs nice and pretty for him.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve been alone, “ Sukuna noted, placing a villainously gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I mean, we're technically not alone now,” You reminded him, never having been one to hold your tongue, “Anyone could walk up on us at any moment.”

“Good.” Sukuna chuckled, “I hope they do.” Before you could say anything smart, Ryomen ran his tongue along your slit and to your clit, sucking sharply at the bundle of nerves. You yelped in response, both hands finding his hair again as pleasure coursed through you. His mouth sent electric ripples of pleasure through you, turning you into putty in his hands. 

“Fu-fuck me..” You muttered softly, only for annoyance to fill you as he removed his head from in between your thighs. 

“Really, that fast?” He asked, attempting to move up your body. Key word, attempting as you very quickly pushed him back down.

“Oh no, you’re not done down there yet.”

“But you said-!”

“Get to work!” you demanded. Ryomen rolled his eyes, trying to hide his chuckle as he resettled in between your legs. Any other woman would have been slaughtered for such disrespect, but you knew you were special; and you had no intention of using that power for good. Ryomen worked quicker this time, licking his initials into your clit while two of his long fingers slipped inside you, quickly finding your g-spot. Molten heat pooled in your stomach with every movement from him, building up into an inferno of bliss and desire. 

“Fuck Ryo-!” You tried to warn him, but pleasure overtook you before you could, a volcano erupting inside of you spreading hellfire and ecstasy through every corner of your body. Your legs clamped down around Ryomens head, locking him in place. Not that he was complaining, he gladly ate you out though your climax, feeling the way your thighs trembled around his temples. You gushed into his mouth, filling his senses with nothing but you. Yea, he couldn't really breath super well, but that was fine with him. Really, what better way to die than in between the legs of a beautiful woman?

Before he could make peace with whatever higher power he was about to meet though, your legs went limp. Jagged breaths raked through your body, leaving you shaking like a leaf. You looked adorable like that, vulnerable and dazed from pleasure. He pulled you back into the water with him, bracing you on his hips. 

“Feel good, slut?” He asked, already positioning you over his cock. 

“So good..” You muttered, bracing yourself for what you knew was next, “You did a good job, like eight outta ten.”

“Well, you- wait, only eight?!” He was so genuinely offended by the number you had to laugh at him.

“That’s what I said,” You shrugged, “You’ve done better.”

“I’ll show you better,” He growled, lowering you into his thick cock. Your body tensed at the feeling, and the tight sound you let out was a little more than embarrassing. “Let's go for a perfect score this time.” He chuckled. You dug your nails deep into his shoulders as he nestled himself inside of you, stretching you to your very brink. No matter how many times you took Sukuna, it always felt like the first, and it always made you feel dizzy with pleasure. 

“You feel so fucking good,” He groaned, bucking his hips up into you, perfectly stroking your g-spot, “It’s almost like you were made to be my cocksleeve.” he set a punishing pace, using the water to help bounce you on him. It reawakened your previously fried nerves, making you feel alive with electricity. A coil started to quickly form in your stomach, your overly sensitive body treating every tingle it felt like an explosion. You moaned out his name. Or at least you were pretty sure you did. Honestly, your senses were kinda hazy right now, the only thing that felt real was the cock absolutely punishing your insides.

“You were a lot of talk before slut, what happened?” Sukuna mocked, “What happened? Nothing left to say.”

“Fuck you.” You moaned out.

“You are.” Sukuna noted. He could feel his own climax coming on fast. You were warm, and the way your cunt pulled him in made him feel feral. He had to do something quick, because he’d be damned if he came before you did. You screamed as you felt a warm tongue lap at your clit, the new stimulation sending you into overdrive. You looked down into the clear water to see he opened another mouth. It was an obscene display. 

“Enjoying the show?” Sukuna laughed. You growled as you bit down on his neck, which only added fuel to his fire. 

“You're gonna have to bite harder than that to leave a mark Y/n.” he said, punctuated with a particularly rough thrust. It sent you overboard, spiraling head first into bliss. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton and your blood felt like it was made of smoke. You felt light as wave after wave of euphoria overtook you, pulling you under the sea of endorphins.

Sukuna wasn’t far behind. The clenching of your cunt coupled with the way your teeth sank into him brought him over, cumming deep inside of you. He fucked you through both of your highs, drawing your pleasure out for every seconds he could. In the aftermath he leaned against the bank of the spring, holding you close to his chest while you regained the strength to walk back to the temple. 

“So how was that?” Suluna asked, running his claws through your hair. You laughed a bit and nodded.

“Nine out of ten.”

“Nine?!”

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Hiii!!

I was inspired by your "Sleeping in Seattle" idea and I totally thought about Johnny with a screenwriter SO. If you could write like a small thing (or a biggish sorta thing 🥺🫶) on it, I'd love to read it and eat it and hold it. Honestly I'm only thinking of him all but dragging the reader onto the set to help with the script and screenplays and such.

Anyway, I love your writing!!!! Thank you for reading this.

- Ronny

sunset boulevard

pairing: Johnny Cage x Screenwriter!Reader

summary: johnny drags you onto set with him, but not without ulterior motives

a/n: thought this would be a cute little fluff-y piece, tried to stay brief with it. but thank u ronny!

word count: 587

Ao3

Johnny is practically pulling you onto the lot, a wide smile plastered across his face. Your feet are dragging, trying to wave to the people you’re rapidly passing. He stops next to the craft table, grabbing water for both of you. You follow him as he makes his rounds, his usual charisma on display as he introduces you to everyone with a wide smile and plenty of praise. He seems proud just to stand next to you, holding you tight as he watches you talk to the director. It’s not like you’re unknown, it’s just that you’re not very social. Well, not as social as him. But talking only lasts so long, as it’s time to film again. This scene doesn’t need Johnny, as he stays next to you. But you can see his eyes lighting up, truly thrilled to be able to watch such incredible performances. You feel him leaning closer to you, whispering in your ear as softly as he can, “What do you think?” You nod, giving a small thumbs up. But he whispers again, trying to lead you to what he really wants, “What about the story? You know, from your professional opinion.” 

You scrunch your face up slightly, making a so-so motion with your hands. You can see the famous twinkle in his eyes, and you suddenly start to get worried. Which was the right feeling, as the second the scene is over, you’re gone, being pulled around again. You nearly crash into him, and he suddenly stops as he reaches his trailer, looking back at you happily. “Wait here!” He rushes inside, quickly returning with a large heavy script. “Here you go,” he nearly shoves it in your arms, the weight causing you to shift slightly. “You should give it a look,” he winks at you, arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Jonathan Carlton…” you look up at him, scolding tone. He puts his hands up, smile only growing wider. “Uh oh, the full name? I’m in trouble now. Sweetheart, I just think you’re absolutely brilliant. And I know that if you worked on this, it would go from cool to face-melting-ly awesome!”

His enthusiasm is intoxicating, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. He almost squeals, jumping towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek before pushing you into the trailer. He sits you down at the vanity, placing a pen down so you can edit. You wait for him to sit, but he stays standing above you, watching you intently. Knowing him, that won’t change soon. So you write, slashing words and rephrasing lines so it sounded like an actual person was saying them. Johnny chimes in occasionally, always in agreement with your changes. He almost cheers as you cut one specific line, loudly proclaiming, “I knew that line sucked! It always sounded so blocky and weird! Ugh, honey, you’re a genius.” You finally finish your work, letting out a sigh as you close the script. But it remained there for only a second later, as Johnny snatched it up, already in the doorway. “Wait here, ok? I’m gonna go give this to the director and tell him that you improved his movie tenfold. And when I get back, we’re talking salary, ok? Such beautiful prose deserves compensation.” He pauses shortly, smiling at you with pure joy, before leaving with a cry of, “I love you!” He’s gone, and you can hear him yelling excitedly as he goes, screaming out, “I told you it was a shit line, man!”

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well my left hand's free

JJ x F!Reader

Summary: JJ's been staying at your house for a bit, and you catch him doing something you definitely weren't supposed to see.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Masturbation, Smut

AN: In case y'all didn't know, the title track of OBX is kinda an innuendo on masturbating, and that's definitely not what inspired this fic. Also, OBX3 comes out tomorrow and I'm excited! Ok, bye!

You slipped out of bed to grab a glass of water. It was just passed midnight and you were sure everyone was asleep. The floor was cold against your bare feet and you wrapped your jumper tighter around you. It got cold on the beach, even in the summer.

You heard shuffling from your brother's room. It took you a second to remember that you'd put JJ up in your brother's room for the night.

You were walking home from work when you overheard JJ talking about needing a bed for the night. You considered yourself a friend of JJ's - more an acquaintance, but you sat next to him in half of your classes and let him cheat off your tests. Plus, he bought you new pens when he stole so many of yours that you ended up not having any left, and he invited you to every kegger personally. Yeah, you guys were friends. Your house was also closer to John B's than JJ's, and since your brother hadn't come back from college on the mainland yet, it seemed perfect.

JJ had tried to argue with you about it, saying that he didn't want to be in the way, but you were far too stubborn for him to even try to reason with you. "Plus, my parents aren't going to be home. They're going to dinner. It's their anniversary."

You walked past his room and went to the kitchen. You grabbed two glasses of water, given that JJ was up, and you softly padded back over to your brother's room.

You were knocked on the door with your elbow, holding a glass in each hand. "Shit." You heard him whisper through the door and then a loud thump as he fell off the bed.

"You good in there? JJ?"

You went to push the door open, but he yelled out quickly, "Wait, wait, wait. Give me a second."

You waited for a second before the door flung open. You were met with a flushed - and very shirtless - JJ. You shamelessly checked him out as he moved out of the way to let you in.

"Like what you see?" He smirked.

"You didn't need to go to all the lengths of taking your shirt off. It's not anything I haven't seen before." JJ raised his eyebrow at you, "Gym class, JJ, get your mind out of the gutter."

"Sorry." He muttered as you elbowed his chest, "I - um - sleep naked." He said, scratching the back of his neck, "Didn't think you were still up."

You shrugged, "Thought you might want some water. Heard you shuffling around." You handed him a glass of water, before walking over to the window, "You can open the window, by the way. My brother said it gets really hot in here sometimes."

"What are you doing up?" JJ said, taking a sip of water.

"Just making sure you're not having sex in my brother's bed. He'd kill me if he found out." JJ choked on the water. You looked at him, mischief glinting in your eyes, "I'm kidding." JJ smiled unconvincingly.

You walked out of the room, and JJ shut the door quickly behind you. You smirked at how easy it was to fluster JJ.

JJ sighed heavily when you walked out of the room. Shit. He'd almost been caught. His head had flown out of the gutter when you knocked and he'd fallen off the bed trying not to get caught with his hand on his dick. Just thought of sleeping in your house, with you less than 15 feet away, had his cock standing at attention. He downed the glass of water and grabbed the towel that you gave him, headed to the bathroom for a cold shower. Maybe that would stop his racing thoughts.

He forgot that you had told him about the faulty lock and that he should knock to make sure no one was inside. You were inside having a shower when you heard the door open. You shrieked, and tried to cover yourself with the curtain, except the curtains you had were practically sheer.

JJ's eyes dragged over your body before his mind caught up with him. He spun on his heel quickly and slammed the door shut behind him, quickly retreating to his bedroom. He threw himself face down on his bed, and groaned, head in his hands, cock somehow harder than before.

You stormed into his room, towel wrapped tightly around yourself, "I told you to knock!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't think anyone would be showering right now!" He said, refusing to face you.

"Well, it doesn't matter, just forget it ever happened." He groaned, "It's fine, JJ, you didn't see much."

"Yeah well, maybe that's the problem." He muttered under his breath.

You looked at him, stunned, "What?"

"Shit." He sat up to face you, trying to apologise and explain himself, but as his eyes met yours, you dropped the towel. His eyes went wide, drinking in everything he can. You crawled over to him, his legs widening as you settled between them, straddling his cock.

You gently pressed your lips to his, hoping you haven't massively misjudged the situation. But JJ's hands moved to rest on your ass as he kissed you harder. You broke away for air and pressed light kisses down his neck.

"As much as I'd love to have sex with you. I'd prefer if we didn't do it on my brother's bed." He chuckled into your neck, picking you up with ease. Weeks of working in the junkyard lifting scrap metal had definitely done JJ some favours.

He attached his lips to yours as he walked over, kicking open the door with his foot and carefully dropping you onto the bed. He shut the door and ripped off his t-shirt before re-attaching his lips to yours. He bit your lip gently, eliciting a low whine from you.

"Just like that pretty girl, keep making those pretty sounds for me." His fingers ran over your slit, caressing the clit as you bucked up against him, "Didn't know you were this dirty, acting so innocent in class. Makes me wanna fuck your brains out every time you bite your stupid pencil." The thought of that makes you smile.

JJ thrusted a finger into you without warning. You shrieked, grabbing his hand as a hot pain burst through you. He looked at you in concern as he retracted it quickly. You held on to his hand, not letting him move further away, as he lifted you up and into his arms.

"What's wrong?" He searched your face for any secrets that you were hiding from him.

"Just...hurt. Never done that before." JJ looked shocked. You were mortified.

You tried to crawl away from him, covering your body with your hands and trying to find some clothes.

"I'm sorry, baby," The nickname sent a hot flame straight to your core, "I didn't know." He came up behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, pulling you back to rest on his chest. "I'll be more gentle."

"You still wanna have sex?"

"Of course, I do, baby." He turned you around, eyes gazing into yours, filled with adoration. He leans down to kiss you again, but this kiss was different. The other kisses were fervent, lust-filled, driven by purpose. This one was slow, understanding, driven by trust and love. He carried you back to bed, lips never leaving yours. He trailed kisses down your throat, in between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. Each kiss made your back arch, the sensation completely unfamiliar to you.

"You ready?"

"Please, JJ. I swear to God, I need this so bad. Please, JJ, please, please... please." His head dove between your thighs, placing small kisses on your clit and slit. He let out a low groan at the sight of your glistening cunt, the hot air making you shiver. His tongue slipped between your folds, parting your pussy just for his view, pulling a loud moan out of you.

He delved further between your folds, tongue-fucking you as you writhed above him. He placed a hand on your stomach, keeping you in place as he continued his ministrations. JJ drank like a man starved, letting out moans every now and again. You couldn't believe it. There was no way JJ was truly enjoying what he was doing.

He sure acted like it though. His mouth attached to your clit, sucking harshly, as rutted into your bed. He moaned loudly before he pulled away. Arousal coated his face, and the sight alone made you want to combust. "You ready for more?" You could only nod.

He returned to your clit, tongue running over it, flicking it before sucking it again. He slid a finger into your now dripping pussy, and the intrusion felt much less painful now. His pace was slow, his finger pushing into you completely. He watched your face for any signs of discomfort, but all you could do was throw your head back and moan out loud in pleasure. The pad of his finger circled over the spongy patch at the top of your vagina. You bucked your hips up, eyes watering in pleasure.

"You like that?" He placed a gentle kiss on your clit, before he picked up the pace with his fingers. Your moans had become silent, mouth stuck in an 'O' shape. JJ rutted into your bed beneath you, speed picking up with his fingers.

"So close," you whispered, moans breaking through you. “JJ… feels so g-good JJ… oh shit… oh, JJ-” Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, a white-hot lightning strike bursting low in your stomach and shockwaves through your cunt. It made your ears ring, black spots covering your vision.

You felt JJ brushing the hair out of your face and kissing your forehead gently when you came around. His fingers were still pumping in you slowly as you rode out your high, "Just like that, baby girl, just like that. There you go, you did so well. So good for me, pretty baby." He pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined at the loss of fullness. It felt nice.

Your cum clung to his fingers, and brought the digits to his mouth to lick them all clean. You moaned lowly at the filth of his actions, pulling his lips to meet yours again.

He kissed you, but stopped you again, "I think that's enough for now. Got to let my favourite girl recover."

You blushed at the compliment, but looked at him confused, "What about you?"

"I kinda already took care of myself." He said, sheepishly. You looked down to see a wet patch on the front of his shorts.

You burst into laughter as JJ let out protests of, "Hey, it's not my fault you look so hot when you cum."

You clean yourself up with your towel as JJ changes your bedsheets, and then you find a pack of unused boxer shorts in your brother's drawer.

You throw the pack at JJ's head, and he creeps into the bathroom to clean himself up. You throw his boxers and his shorts into the washing machine, before heading back to your room. JJ comes in a few seconds later with a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink. Or you'll get dehydrated."

You smile and down the entire glass. JJ turns to leave, but you grab his hand. "Stay?"

"Tut tut tut. What will your parents say?"

"They don't have to know."

"Still I'd rather not get beat up by your dad." You pouted as he pressed a tender kiss on your lips, "I'll see you in the morning."

"In the morning."

[uglypastels]

hi hi! obsessed with your Sanji fic! i was wondering if you could do a sanji x f!reader where he takes good care of the reader during their time of the month? Like he made all the foods that are good for her and a treat to enjoy, while also giving massages and just whatever the reader needs? Thank you!

thank you so much for the request!! I tried not to refer to any period symptoms so technically this is more of a "gender neutral reader feeling sick" and can be read as any scenario. hope that's ok

no real warnings. i guess? just short fluff. not really proofread

If you didn't know better, you would think Sanji kept track of you, the way he knew exactly when to do and say what he needed to. You wouldn't even realise your own state yourself, only coming to terms with how badly you felt when he would be bringing you a hot cup of tea or cocoa or a large portion of the most comforting egg-fried rice. All without asking.

The truth was, he picked up on things. The smallest of details. The way your mood would change some days, or you would feel tired or sick. Maybe even without realising what the cause of it is at first. He just knew you didn't feel well and that he could be the one to help.

On days when you were particularly under the weather, and your legs wouldn't seem to work, he'd bring you your food to bed; all prepared on a little tray with a flower and all.

'Here you go,' he said, placing it over your lap with a proud smile.

'You really didn't need to do all this,' you sighed, looking at the feast he prepared, even though you only asked for a small snack.

'I know,' Sanji laughed, 'but I figured it wouldn't hurt to spoil you a little bit.' He put his hands in his pockets as you grabbed a fork to take your first bite, staying just long enough to see your reaction to the food to be able to leave, satisfied.

'Wait,' you stopped him, however. 'Could you stay maybe?' After feeling like shit the entire day, alone in your room, some company was well due.

'Uh, yeah, sure,' he hesitated before stepping closer to your bed. Rolling your eyes, you moved over in your bed, knowing that otherwise he would just act the gentleman and linger next to it.

But once in bed with you, he saw it as a free-for-all and immediately scooped you into his arms. His body wrapped itself around you, and instantly, you were comforted by the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his body, and the smell that caught onto his clothes from the kitchen.

'Were you baking something?' you asked.

'Maybe,' he'd grin, already knowing you were aware of exactly what he had been up to.

But sometimes, food just wasn't the answer to all of life's problems. Sometimes, you felt so bad that even the thought of eating something made you sick, and that definitely pulled Sanji out of his element. After all, he's the cook.

It won't mean he wouldn't try to make you feel as good as possible again. Perhaps by preparing a hot water bottle or reminding you to drink water and take some painkillers or any other medicine you'd need. He would distract the rest of the crew, who were oblivious to your current state, and give you a bit of breathing space if you felt overwhelmed by the chaos that was life on board the ship. He'd help you with your tasks on board and take the workload off your shoulders if you felt weak.

Then, in the evening, he'd sneak into your cabin just to check up on you, make sure you're comfortable, and ignore all your protests to fluff your pillows.

'C'mon, Sanj, you really don't need to do that,' you'd laugh.

'I know.' That's what he always said. Because he didn't care about what he should or shouldn't be doing.

All that mattered to him was you, and for you, he would do anything.

the end

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SNOW FALLS: DARK! AEMOND X OC/READER CHAPTER 31: The Hopes of Winter 18+ MDNI

🔷Summary: (for this chapter only) Aemond became your husband and now you are having his child. Helaena returns from her revenge at the North, and you expierence and learn to know the man you married all too well.

🔷Author's note: DARK dead DOVE DO NOT EAT OK

Wordcount :6092 

WARNINGS: Aemond is dark, Aegon and Aemond are woman-hating shits (calling rhae-rhae awful things) Birth, childbirth, blood, gore, children dying (not oc's second child!) and fucking, rawdogging and aemond being a asshole for 6000 words straight! FINAL ONE: This is my second darkest fic. BE WARRY!

You have endured a lot of pain. Both mental and physical. You have been tattood against your will feeling every bit, you lost your first born baby, you were stabbed, tortured, raped, defiled, enslaved and abused. Yet it all seems nothing to the pain that is childbirth. You are laying in your husband’s bed, your legs wide as you try to push out your child. Aemond is nearby still, but you can tell he is not with you. He keeps eying the skies for the return of his brother or his sister. It's been a while since Helaena left the castle on Dreamfyre, and according to spies she has headed North to burn the ancestral seat of House Stark and to avenge her child. She should be heading to Dragonstone, you think. Cregan is not innocent and deserves to suffer for what he did, but the real villain is at Dragonstone. You know so.  ‘’Any sign of your sister?’’ You ask between grunts and groans.

Aemond folds his hands on his back as he stiffly turns around, looking at you as you try to give birth to your child. He needs a split moment to think before he walks away from the window, and instead joins your side, grasping your hands so firmly. ‘’Don’t you dare think of that right now. You focus on our babe.’’ He tells you instead of answering your question. You give a nod.

The wetnurses and midwives do their best as you try to give birth but truth be told it's much more complicated than you imagined. And much more painful. You don't understand how anyone could ever endure such torture. You are close to giving up, and you only just started. ‘’My lady, you must push. This child needs to get out of your body.’’ The midwife known as Jayne speaks as she tries to help you. Aemond turns his head away respectfully to the window and you can’t help but feel this is all your fault somehow.

Helaena was furious with her own loss, but you talked with her which inspired her to get her dragon and to do something about it. You know from history books how well those stories end.

You hear your midwife scream in your ear and you can’t help but flinch. “Push, my lady, Push!” The midwife helps. You think back of your first child that also died. Of your family that endured the same fate. Of your mother who lied. Even of the pain Aemond caused you. And the pain you caused yourself.

You need to push.

In more than one way.

You need to stop being this weak girl. You need to grow up. You need to start living your life. You brace yourself and give a final big Push with an ungodly cry that could rival any warrior. You focus on a painting on the wall, the painting of the castle of Harrenhall as you finally hear the most precious, breakable, and wonderful sound you ever heard.

A baby crying followed by relieved sighs of the women in the room. The baby is plucked from your body and wrapped in silk green with gold blankets. You notice tiny dragons embroidered on the fabric. You reach out with your arms, eager to hold your bundle of joy. The midwives walk away with your baby instead, and they only have eye for Aemond from that moment on. Your smile dies, and you quickly cover your belly with your arms, hiding that you ever wanted to hold what is rightfully yours.

Aemond is standing as a guard nearby, his face unreadable and stoic until they put the baby in his arms. At first, he seems lost and confused with the crying creature in his arms. He even tries to put the child back in the arms of the lady who gave him the baby. But she simply steps out of reach and bows. “Congratulations, your royal highness. You have a healthy baby girl.” Aemond’s good eye blinks at the crying creature still swaddled in blankets.

A girl.

You think back of what Aemond once told you. How a girl would and should never inherit. How a girl is only good for alliances. How a girl's only value is to bring her husband children.

You expect him to scream in rage and to throw a tantrum and a vase or two or perhaps to kill the midwives for their failure.

You aren't quite prepared for what happens however. Aemond's lips begin to fall in a gentle smile as he softly and gently unravels the baby a bit so he may reach her head. He gives her a gentle kiss on her forehead. He speaks in high Valyrian and although you can't understand a word of what he says, you understand that he is praising her. He is happy with her despite her gender. You even dare say that you see his good eye become watery as he looks at the precious gift that the gods bestowed upon you both. You see a man that looked for his place in the world and that finally has found what he always wanted: A family. A true family that loves him no matter what.

‘’Is she healthy?’’ You ask, your voice still strained from the screaming you did. Jayne nods, and your worst fears vanish.

‘’As healthy as can be.’’ You cry of relief, of the pain and the stress of the situation. You did it. The baby is healthy.

Aemond walks to you, offering you the baby as he takes place next to you on the bed.  “I was just saying; I said she is as beautiful as her mother.” He kisses your sweaty forehead. You would have advised against that but its too late now. You take the baby from him, finally holding your child. Your baby.

And it's the most precious thing in the world to you. You understand why you suffered now. You understand it so well. To feel her heartbeat in your arms and to see her tiny hands and fingers. It's all so precious. So unlike this cold-blooded world. It feels as if you were drowning for years in sea, looking for your own wooden plank to hold, to survive. And now you have reached the shore.

“How are they both doing?” Aemond asks, to be certain. He knows they can't lie to him.

Jayne checks your bleedings one final time to make sure all is well before she informs Aemond. “Her Lady is doing well and so is the little Princess. I have never seen such a fierce baby, my prince.” She tells him with a chuckle.

You assume Aemond would hate her comment, as women aren’t supposed to be fierce. Women are submissive, women are mothers, not warriors. But instead he softly touches the cheeks of the baby with his finger, gently not to hurt her.  “She'll be a dragonrider for sure.” Aemond hums. “A fierce warrior.” He says, pride taking over. “She'll be like her father, and her ancestor. She'll be the terror of the skies and her enemies will weep blood.” Blood.

You remain with your child in bed as worry grows. Your mother told you she would soon be there. But what does that mean? A physical visit? You doubt Aemond would even let her set foot in the capital. Your husband notices your change of behavior. ‘’Everyone out.’’ He says, clapping his hands. ‘’I wish to be alone with my wife.’’ He adds, his voice taking a sinister tone when they don’t obey his command at first.

The crowd slowly walks to the doors and soon you and Aemond are alone with your baby. You place your head against his chest and let him hold you as you softly begin to exhale. ‘’I am worried.’’ You begin.

Aemond sighs, but admits that he feels the same. ‘’I am too. But that witch will have to wait. We first need to see how and what Helaena did.’’ You look at your baby, feeling guilty as Jaeheyres had just been found dead. Murdered at the hands of the senseless, cruel and unholy Black fraction of the Targaryens. Things you cannot think of right now, but things that haunt you all the same.

‘’What do you think of the name Sansa?’’ You ask, smiling. You were in love with that name long before you had met Aemond. The name is Northern and classic, beautiful and elegant. It is perfect for the young Princess.

But to think that Aemond would even like such a simple name, that was too much to ask. Aemond frowns as if you suggested something disgusting.  ‘’A Northern name? She’s a Targaryen.’’ He chuckles as if he finds your idea silly. ‘’She needs a powerful name, one that will introduce her before people meet her.’’ You wonder long about the answer.

He chuckles, plucking the child from your arms as you let out a confused whimper. He carries her to her crib, where a dragon egg awaits her. ‘’You don’t need to think of it alone, luckily. I will be here and my opinion counts too. Now, shall we go? I am sure we can give her to a wetnurse for now.’’ He is impatient to get rid of her. You can tell. But why?

You expected more time with the baby but you didn't protest. This is how ladies do it. How a princess consort does this apparently. You need to fight every impulse to cling to your child. To stay with her. To defend her from the evils in this world. Because you know better than most what the world does to kind and innocent creatures. It burns them until there is nothing left to burn. It eats out the soul of their bodies until no soul remains and it smashes dreams and kills hope. It's a cruel cruel world and for a moment you regret birthing your precious child because you know she will be just another challenge.

Not to you, obviously. 

But to your enemies.

And to Aemond's especially.

You dress in a green with golden dress and make your way downstairs to the throne room with your husband. He walks in front of you and you have trouble keeping up, as his legs are longer and he walks quicker. As you pass by servants and nobles they all nod to you and bow for Aemond.

When you enter the throne room, there is a chill of change in the air. King Aegon no longer inappropriately hangs on the iron throne, as you saw him many times before. He sits now, his crown properly on his head, no more tilted. And his expression haunts you. Jealousy and anger is written across his face, and nothing can erase that. He smiles at you, but you feel threatened regardless. 

Aemond greets Aegon formally and you do the same, barely looking into Aegon’s eyes, still mad that he wanted you, a pregnant woman, punished. Aegon’s neck snaps and you watch as he sits up, taking in your new gown. ‘’Finally dressing as if you are one of us, little Fox.’’ He uses Aemond’s nickname for you, but you aren’t happy with that. You aren't happy with something else either.

“As IF you are one of us.”

So that implies you aren't one of them at all. That you'll be nothing but a guest and a consort here. You read Aegon's attention in his eyes as he challenges you to speak to him, the King and your brother in law. You bow your head.

“Do we have news about Helaena?” You listen in subtly when Aemond begins this conversation. “Surely she is spotted somewhere. We have eyes and ears in all the Kingdoms. I can take Vhagar, we can look for her.’’ Vhagar, the dragon. It’s been years since you married him and you still pray for him everytime he climbs on that beast.

Aegon does not respond at first, toying with his rings and a small council ball made of a yellow stone. He keeps staring at you, at the ball but never says a word. ‘’Your Grace?’’ Aemond asks, trying to get his attention. But that does not do anything.

‘’I want them all dead.’’ His voice is barely a whisper, his eyes in a haunting state as he gazes at the ball in his hand. ‘’I need them all dead.’’ He continues, whispering still. Some nobles present share a look and you even see Lady Ereya chuckle at the display. You glare at her, finding it highly inappropriate not to mention dangerous.

Aegon rises from the throne suddenly, pulling the sword Blackfyre as he screams in pure rage and heartbreak, the way only a parent can. ‘’I want them all dead!’’ He screams, surprising you with his rage. Aemond subtly pushes you behind him, to protect you.

Aemond approaches the throne as Aegon covers his face with both his hands, dropping the council ball for just a brief moment. Aemond kneels to pick up the ball and hands it to his king. Aegon tries to take the ball back, his eyes wet with tears and his breath shaking. But Aemond does not let go of him just yet. Their eyes meet and you see the reflection of Aegon’s rage in Aemond’s eyes. ‘’We will feed that whore, the slut of dragonstone, and all her sniveling unworthy bastards to the dragons. We will make her name an insult, her legacy a mockery, and no one, no one will stand in our way. We will rain fire and blood down upon her, her bastards and that coward that she married. And that husband of hers, I want his head cut off and used as a drinking cup.’’ Aemond promises his king. Aegon nods, and you can tell he puts comfort out of those words, as he lets go of the council ball and holds onto Aemond instead. A touching display. You would almost forget that Aemond threatened to kill Aegon so few moons ago. 

Aemond’s words are morbid and full of hatred. He looks at you as if he promises you the same vow, to see the Queen and King of Dragonstone die for your unborn child. Aegon lets go first, adjusting himself back to the role at hand. The role of the King. ‘’To answer your question: I don’t know where she is. She is in the North. But the North, as your wife can confirm, is massive. Even a dragon cannot be spotted that easily. Never mind it’s enemy territory.’’ 

You can see the worry on Aemond’s face increase. ‘’If Rhaenyra sent someone down there, she could be in danger. What if Jace is there?’’ You remember meeting with Prince Jacaerys and Lord Stark in the tavern. And so does Aemond.

Aegon does not fear Jace or pretends to not fear him. He doubles over laughing despite his tears. ‘’Then I will celebrate two of my siblings becoming Kinslayers.’’ He says. “Helaena is like a chameleon. She can adjust and hide and cloak herself very well. I have been searching since the morning and it's evening now. I don't suspect we will find her until she wants to be found.”

The doors of the throne room are thrown open as a smaller lady approaches, her riding gown blackened with dried blood and ash. As she approaches the throne, men quickly bow, women curtsy and all lower their eyes as their Queen, their rightful queen walks past them. Aemond is the last one to bow to her, taking his distance so Aegon may greet his Queen. 

Helaena does not speak. Her face is blackened with ash of fire. Her once beautiful hair is now an ungodly mess, with streaks of blood in it. She united her hair messily with a bun, eager to get on her dragon to bring destruction and justice. 

There is nothing left of the Sweet princess, of the mother that she was. All of that is burned to ashes. She no longer cares about appearances. Not anymore.

Her eyes used to be full of life and sparkling, in a way. Now you see an emptiness no word could describe and no riches could fill. A void left by the loss of a child that has marked her forever. Helaena takes off her riding gloves and gives them to a nearby servant, ignoring the crowd watching her, judging her in silence. You feel as if you must say something, anything. 

Helaena’s enemies were untouchable, so she went after yours. She killed innocent Northerners because of you. She did so, for you. She has brought a bag with her, that she proudly empties in front of both her brothers. You watch as an unfamiliar head comes rolling out of the bag, staining the red keep tiles with blood, gore and shock. ‘’There was something waiting for me when I arrived in the North.’’ She reveals, her voice soft and still the same. ‘’But I took care of it. I thought it’d make a wonderful token for the Bitch Queen at Dragonstone.’’ You are looking at the serving head of a mere child, if you can even call him that. A child that had its whole life ahead of him. Barely six years old, if you had to guess. 

Aemond and Aegon do know who this is, and judging by the bloodied white streaks of hair that the child's head has, you assume that he must be related to them somehow. Aegon is at first disgusted, then overjoyed as he begins to chuckle. ‘’My wife! My lovely wife!’’ He grabs Helaena by her bloodied hands and gives her a kiss on her forehead. It is more the kind of kiss a brother would give his sister, not the way a husband would kiss a wife. Aemond has another reaction. 

‘’Where’s the rest of his body?’’ He asks, and you judge him and his siblings silently for these actions. ‘’We must be careful with what we do with the body, but I have a few ideas. We can send his limbs to Rhaenyra’s bannermen. Let her collect her son piece by piece.’’ 

That feels as if he slaps you across your face.

‘’Like what you did to my own family members?”’ You whisper, hurt by his description and eagerness. You feel your tears sting behind your lashes. Aemond tilts his head at you and waits for the tears to fall. You thought he had changed. You were wrong.

Helaena ignores your whispers as does Aemond. ‘’In the bag. I took it all with me. As all his toys he had at Winterfell. I left Rhaenyra a note as well.’’ She brags, grinning as the rest of the court watches in stunned silence.

You feel like you are going to throw up. Can’t they see this just as wrong as killing your own child, as killing Jaeheyres? No. They can’t. ‘’Who is this?’’ You ask, your voice soft.

Aemond gives the head of the child a soft kick, so you may see the massive cut on his neck. You are forced to watch it, as Aemond remains by your side, holding you. ‘’Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaenyra and Daemon, who killed your son, and my heir. Who killed the Crown prince-’’

‘’He was innocent!” You shout, breaking free from his grasp. ‘’He was a child! What crimes did he commit? Not his parents, but him?’’

Aemond does at first not meet your eye and sighs. ‘’I thought you understood the cost of war, Willa. I must say you disappoint me.’’ He says, as if this is somehow your fault. You huff, preparing yourself to leave this room at once. But he blocks your path right away, reminding you are in this now whether you like it or not.

‘’A son for a son they said.’’ Helaena pauses to glance at the head. ‘’Well I agree. A son for a son, indeed.’’ She empties the sack and toys, stuffed plushies covered in blood come out. Toys like dragons made of wood, and fabric, as well as seahorses, and eventually a small ring worth a fortune. Rhaenyra’s ring, you assume.

‘’How did you capture him?’’ You manage to ask, sickened by the sight of the decomposing stinking body. Worms crawl over his head, into his eye socket, and out of it with the same pace.

Helaena does not acknowledge you at first. She stares into the distance. ‘’I had to pretend I was his mother. I snuck into his bedchamber, prepared to behead him the same way they beheaded my son. The boy woke up, however.’’ You wonder if her own son did the same thing.

‘’And he looked into my eyes and said ‘’Mommy.’’ I never knew I could miss hearing that word from the mouth of a boy.’’ She shivers, her eyes watering. ‘’He thought I was Rhaenyra. He thought so, until I cut him open and silenced his screams with a pillow.’’ A horrible description for a horrible world.  What of the Northerns? Surely they noticed their guest missing?

‘’They put Viserys somewhere else, sadly.’’ She continues. You can tell she is relieved at that, however. She could not take another life. ‘’I took the bag, disguised myself as a servant and left Winterfell.’’ That does not explain why she is covered in blood and ash. 

She stops her eyes telling enough and too much. ‘’I left for King’s Landing after that. I burned seven villages when leaving. I burned seven-’’ She takes a shaky breath. ‘’I burned seven villages and none of it will bring back my son!’’ She covers her ears with her hands, her bloodstained hands as she takes the one after the other heartbreaking deep breath, almost a whimper. 

Helaena calms herself in a moment, understanding she must act now or mourn for the rest of her life. ‘’We must attack Dragonstone. Daemon has set out for Harrenhal." Aemond perks up by those words and you don’t like where this conversation is going. ‘’Vhagar, Sunfyre and Dreamfyre. Together we can do it.’’ She says.

They plan to kill the Queen.

You harbor no love for Rhaenyra, none at all.

But this feels like a mistake.

A deadly one.

Aemond is not that enthusiastic either. He knows better than most what that would be mean. He thought of this plan often too, you can tell. ‘’That is a risk. Not with Moondancer, Syrax, whatever reptile Jace flies and Rhaenys being there. We must wait for them to split so we can take them out, one by one.’’ A clever strategy.

Aegon is also doubting this new plan. “A dangerous plan. We must discuss this with the council first-” Helaena laughs in his face, getting closer to her husband and brother, lecturing him as if he is a little boy.

She snarls. “The same council that allowed my son to get murdered? I would rather jump out of a window!” You feel a sharp pain in your stomach and briefly double over. 

‘’May I be excused?’’ You asked, as the pain only increases and builds.

Aegon shakes his head. ‘’So you can write to your friends? No. You’ll stay.’’ You don’t want to write to anyone. You want to see your daughter and go to bed. ‘’How will-’’ Your cries interrupt the King’s words as you scream out in pain, clutching your stomach as blood comes pouring out of your gown again. You don’t understand. You had your baby.

Disgusted, the King backs away. Aemond forgets about his revenge for a brief moment and grabs your hands, worried. ‘’Someone get a maester! Now!’’ He yells at the servants and crowd. One of the noble ladies rushes to your side, her black locks dancing in your face as she kneels by your side.

‘’Take deep breaths, my Lady.’’ She whispers. ‘’You are having your afterbirth.’’ After what now? You look at Aemond as the lady begins to caress your belly with her mere fingers. It instantly feels…better somehow.

You back away, as you feel a familiar tingle in the air. The same tingle whenever your mother touched you or hugged you, held you or comforted you. This woman is a witch.

‘’Come, I think you want to go back to the bedroom.’’ Aemond lifts you and carries you with him as a sack of potatoes. You and him leave behind the smirking woman, who tilts her head at you and simply waves. Even though she does not say it.

You just know…

You will see her again.

—-

You are in bed again, holding your daughter and feeling much better. You are still mad at Aemond, however. “I am sorry.” He says. You nod, you hoped he would be. 

He continues, watching you nurse your baby and letting her feed at your breasts. “It's my fault, in truth. The wetnurses tell me that this is not an uncommon thing. They knew this was coming and wanted you here in this room so you could have it…properly and with dignity and I took that from you.” You sigh. You had hoped he would apologize for something else. But you know him too well to hope that.

So you ask a totally unrelated question. “Why does she scare you?” You tilt your baby’s head so she may see her father who keeps his distance from her.

Aemond chuckles, scoffing and denying it. ‘’I am not scared of a mere baby.’’ You lift your brows. He sighs, allowing himself to admit it.  “She makes me feel things. Things I don't understand. Things I can't understand.”

“Can't or want?” You ask sharply, done with his deflections and lies.

He sighs, sitting by your side at least.  “She makes me feel..vulnerable. She is another weakness. Another soul for me to protect. Another light to be snuffed out by enemies.” You hear him. You do. You are facing familiar fears. He is afraid he will lose her. You give him the baby.

And slowly his smile returns, as he holds her. ‘’Aemond, I know our relationship is far from perfect. And I know war is brewing all around us. But know this: I will do whatever is best for my child. You can deny us and forsake us and doom us but your responsibility for this child, to me, won’t vanish because of it. You will only look as a coward for it.’’

‘’Aren’t you scared?’’ He asks, genuinely.

You nod. You are. ‘’I am granted a gift, Aemond. I rather know her and lose her than not know her and lose her in another way entirely.’’

You see he needs another push. No, you feel he needs another push. “We will do this together.” You whisper caressing his locks. “You will be a great father. I know it.” You whisper. 

Aemond nods, and allows himself to sit back with the baby in his arms. He takes the baby blanket from her, showing it to you with a proud smile. “I had the servants work on it. The dragons are on just one side, if I may..”

He turns the blanket inside out so you may see the other side. Foxes. Little foxes in orange and white. You tear up. Your house colors and your sigil. “Our child should know her mother's house.” He whispers as he caresses your face. 

You nod speechless. One house, at least. Your father’s house. Your husband puts the blanket back around your baby and he seems more at ease. Still clumsy and nervous but more at ease. ‘’How about…Darya?’’ He asks. You at first are confused. Who is Darya? Until you see him nod at the baby.

‘’Darya?’’ You repeat, after him, testing the name as you look at the little one who is now peacefully napping in her father’s arms. ‘’I don’t know, Aemond.’’ Isn’t it too early to name this child?

‘’It means Queen in Valyrian.’’ He says. ‘’A well chosen name. And we can, if we must-’’ He takes a deep dramatic breath. ‘’Even spell it with a Y instead of the classic I if we must.’’ He looks at you expectedly, knowing he offers you a great gift.

You look at your baby. You know how well the Valyrians act to outsiders. You were a Northern, once perhaps. But that was before you married a Southern prince. ‘’No.’’ You say, surprising both him and yourself. ‘’I want her to have a proper Valyrian name. Daria is fine.’’ You kiss his cheek, confirming your choice and you aren’t sure who you are lying to. Him or yourself.

Aemond begins kissing you back, his kisses mirroring the hunger he feels inside. ‘’I wish to lay with you, and give you thousands of my children.’’ He whispers. ‘’But the maester said we had to be careful, my fox. So until we are certain, we must be contempt with kisses alone.’’ You wouldn’t lay with him anyway. He hurt you today. More than he seems to know.

—-

The next morning you are feeding Daria when there's a knock on your door. You didn’t bother to dress or to do your hair. ‘’In.’’ You say.

Dowager Queen Alicent finally enters your room, her eyes glued to the child in your arms. ‘’Look, it is your grandmother.’’ You say to Daria. ‘’You must say hello.’’ You hold out your child for Alicent to touch but she does not allow herself to come even near your child.

She is not here for good news. You are worried.

‘’Aemond told me you named her Daria.’’ You did.

‘’We did.’’ You say, correcting her. ‘’We named her together.’’ You smile recalling how happy you were last night.

Alicent is here for something else. She finally speaks, informing you of facts. ‘’Aemond is out today. Your daughter’s name day has been postponed.’’ You feel stress take over.

‘’Why?’’ You ask, paranoid. ‘’What has happened? Where is Aemond?’’

Alicent sighs. ‘’I don’t know how to tell you this, Willa.’’

‘’Tell me what?’’

‘’There has been a fire. At Wylde Crest.’’

Your heart sinks. Your home. ‘’The flames swallowed the gods' woods. And the people in the keep. Something locked the doors. They either burned to death or suffocated.’’ You cover your mouth to stop the sobs.

‘’My people…’’ You whisper to yourself.

Alicent joins you on the bed, rubbing your back. ‘’I know you feel a great responsibility to them. But you must think of yourself and your child now. Aemond is already investigating.’’ That is exactly what worries you.

—-

You later are walking past the small council chamber. You hear the voices of Aegon, Helaena, Alicent and Aemond. ‘’What did you tell her?’’ Aemond’s voice rings out. You know he speaks of you. You halt.

Alicent’s voice response is in anger. ‘’A lie.’’

‘’A lie? She must know the truth.’’ Aemond says. ‘’She must know what kind of people she offered refugee and housing.’’ He sounds so hateful. ‘’If you plan on exposing my crimes, at least add the proper motivation!’’

‘’People you killed, no?’’ Your blink confused at her words. He? Aemond?

Aemond’s voice becomes an annoyed growl. ‘’Yes, because they were traitors. I had the entire castle killed when we left for King’s Landing. But Willa does not know that. If she knows they were traitors, she understands.’’ How long ago did you leave? Moons ago. You sink to the floor, covering your mouth so they cannot hear you. You whimper as tears burst from your eyes. Aemond slaughtered your household, your friends and servants.

‘’And if she does not?’’ Alicent remarks. ‘’How long do you plan to keep it from her? Now that a survivor of your crimes has begun telling the horrors of what happened there-’’

She is interrupted by council members speaking. You focus on only Aemond’s voice. ‘’We have a child now. Willa must let go of her pity childhood feelings and now become a woman. She cannot afford to care about some stones with a roof anymore. She is a Princess. It is time she acts like one.’’ Your heart does not break because it can’t break any further. Yet you weep and stand up. ‘’And if she does not, I have no choice but to put her in her place, as any husband must do for his wife.’’

—

When Aemond returns it is storming.

‘’Why did you kill them exactly?’’ You ask the moment he has entered. You can see he knows what you are talking about. He sighs, expecting this conversation.

‘’They were a threat to the realm.’’ He says. You don’t believe that.

‘’Why did you kill them?’’ You ask again, less patient.

He growls, losing his temper. ‘’Because I wanted you here with me. Not there. You had to be separated from your home. One way or another.’’ There it is. He was worried you would leave him one day. That is why he destroyed your home. So you have no home to return to.

‘’You killed my friends.’’ You whisper, your eyes filled with hatred.

To that he laughs. ‘’What friends, Willa? They hated you the moment you became my wife. They helped those assassins get in and get away too. You never have been their lady.’’

You break, believing every word. For it the truth. What did they even do for you? You've never been a Northern girl. Not truly. And now you never will be. Aemond wraps his arms around you, hushing you. ‘’It is alright, Little Fox. I will never leave you. I will never not act in your best interests, no matter if you can’t see it yourself.’’ You don’t even try to break free anymore from his grip.

You allow him to kiss you, and kiss him back. You first take off his eyepatch. Then, you bend on the bed.   You don’t see it as punishment or hate. You need to feel things. Good things. Happy things, anything but the suffering. Aemond’s mouth sinks to your entrance as he begins sucking, pleasuring you orally as he pins your hands above your head. ‘’Going to fuck you, to show you how much I love you, little Fox.’’ He rasps. ‘’You’re going to be heard all the way in the North.’’ He adds, firing himself up. You are glad your daughter is with her nurse at the moment.

You consent by kissing his lips and taste yourself on his lips. You allow Aemond to bend you on your knees and to hold your hips as he slams his cock inside of you with a war cry, fucking you. ‘’Just as good as I remember.’’ He whispers, kissing your shoulders. Your moans become cries and your cries becomes screams as you finish with your husband fucking out his frustration on your body. 

You force him to take you harder, throwing back your hips as you reach the one after the other pleasure point and your breath quickens as you feel Aemond’s perfectly erected cock slam inside of you, pushing you to the limits. You claw at his hands that hold your hips as he fucks you savagely, certain you are pregnant again. ‘’Harder.’’ You hiss, wishing to be taken away from the misery.

Aemond happily obeys, fucking you so rough that you are sure there is blood on his member. He slides in faster and harder, and you can barely take it. It is too rough and too much but you want to feel better. ‘’Going to come, little fox.’’ He whispers in his strained voice and he grabs your back, pulling your body near him as if he is steering a pig in a stable. He slams inside of you again, groaning and grunting as he finishes with a satisfied little groan, filling you with warm seed.

You are now pinned under him and pleasured again, fucked and fingered as you try your best to come for him too. Your husband tries but your anger and disappointment is big. But eventually, by closing your eyes and pretending today was just a bad dream, you too come.

You feel better.

Aemond wraps his arms around your body, pulling you closer. ‘’If it counts, I am sorry. I am sorry you don’t have that sweet innocent man you always wanted. But you would be bored.’’ He kisses your forehead and then he goes to sleep. You allow yourself to fall with your heads in the pillows and stare at the ceiling. Hating yourself and him a bit more than you did before.

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A/N

Not them having hate sex-

I can't with these two.

Therapy is not strong enough we need something else xD

Special thanks to friend for the name Daria and the idea to Kill off little Aegon instead of Jace:)