#I call this one “skirt tax” in my head

[rupeenotruby]

Ta-da! Extra bonus for last part: [Here]

Yeah I was going to just give Legend a long skirt and have him ride side saddle but I thought that'd look weird without a full costume change. Also side saddle is way more awkward than you'd think but there is a special saddle that lets you do it more comfortably which Wild does not have(You could ride side saddle with out this saddle probably but I'd imagine it is really hard to do anything more than have the horse walk lest you fall off). Looks like this:

Also most people still wear some kind of pants even when in a skirt. The skirt is mostly aesthetic. Also that is a bandana not his hat. We're going full cowboy with this one.

Tried shading. Looks... Hmmmm... thats the sad fun thing about practicing v.v If it's going to get better it's often going to look bad. The nice thing is that if it does look bad you can brush it off as just practice >:}

[pepperyduck]

“office secrets” with kento nanami

this is part one of my kinktober event!

word count: 1.5k

warnings: nsfw, roleplaying (boss x employee), unprotected, p in v, finishing inside, sir kink hehe, "mister nanami" is used, established relationship!!!!, a little fluffy :3. (18+ mdni!)

notes: first kinktober fic pls enjoy! mwah. i'm making a separate taglist for these things, so lmk if you want to be added!

kinktober masterlist | masterlist

“mister nanami? are you free?” you squeak, knocking on the door of your boss’s office lightly.

“of course.” he replies, turning around in his leather office chair.

hips deliciously clad in an office skirt, shirt buttoned up just enough for a good eye of cleavage to be seen, you were a sight to see. nanami peeks over his reading glasses set atop his nose, dark eyes lingering on every curve of your figure. you couldn’t deny your attraction to your boss – he was delectable in a sense like no other man you’d met.

mister nanami was commonly fawned over by many of the girls in your office – with his perfect hair, chiseled jawline, and the overall composition of himself. a professional from the start. many of your peers found themselves frustrated with the way he never seemed to crack.

“i um—just came by to give you these,” you state, awkwardly smiling and holding up a manilla folder filled with seemingly important reports.

“ah,” he tuts in return, “going home for the weekend?”

“yes, sir,” you nod slightly, walking over and sitting the folder down on the chestnut desk.

“any plans? boyfriend taking you out?” nanami questions, opening up the reports and skimming through. his focus immediately turned to the papers, as if the question he asked wasn’t out of the blue for him.

“um, no…no, sir,” you make a confused face he doesn’t care to look at, “we broke up last week. sorry. don’t know why i said that.” you blurt and catch yourself. this peaks your boss’s interest, and he looks up at you over his glasses again.

“oh? sorry to hear that, dear.” nanami blankly consoles you, a sweet name rolling off his tongue naturally – though, he hadn’t ever called you that.

a silence you find awkward, and kento finds natural, fills the space between you. honestly, you understand why the girls you worked with always said there was a tension in the air every time he was one on one with them in his office. yet, unbothered as ever, nanami looks back down at the documents now laid across his desk.

“these are good, really good work. you got one calculation wrong though.” he beckons you over to behind his desk, rather than spinning the paper around for you to see.

so, you strut your way over to beside his chair, testing your luck when you decide to bend over and place your palms on his desk, arching your spine ever-so-slightly. positioned in an awkward pose, you try your best to focus your attention on the paper that held nanami’s attention. his words explaining how the wrong percentage was multiplied against … something ... wages … something … income and revenues ... maybe … taxes ...

oh, and his hand running over your waist.

a feathery light touch as he ran over the small of your back, mumbling something about how you just need to do it differently next time, it’s okay. you swallowed as you tried to ignore the contact, to no avail, because your head suspiciously creeped to look at nanami. his gaze caught yours only after long a few long moments, noticing your look of uncertainty. he gives you a comforting smile, only before uttering something awfully unprofessional,

“you want this, yeah?”

a small sentence, yet the meaning behind the four words dirtier than the dishes in your sink. something out of character for the noble man you had for a boss. it all lets you know he notices the lingering stares, the tension in the air every time he looked at you, the sheer longing that cumulated between you and your coworkers. and here you are, the seemingly unachievable task of sleeping with your boss laid out in front of you as if it was a four-course meal.

you eagerly nod your head, and as soon as that motion is completed mister nanami swiftly stands up, effectively locking you in between his huge frame and the wooden desk behind you. your body shuddered at the positioning, caught by surprise when he didn’t waste a second before leaning in to kiss you. he melted against your lips as if he never wanted anything more, a soft passion allowing him to let go.

it all happens so fast,

you throw your arms around his neck, and nanami is instantly splaying you over his desk, messing up all the papers you worked so hard on. you’re pulling up your skirt and taking off your panties while your boss hastily unbuckles his designer belt and unbuttons the slacks that had grown to be too tight around his raging hardened length.

nanami shudders when you – his pretty little office worker – wrap your hand around his stiff cock and lock your legs around his waist to pull him in closer. he leans over you, placing a hand on the desk beside your hair and using the other to cup your face and silence you with another kiss. the whimper you let out when kento finally pushes inside is simply exquisite. he’d pay to hear it again.

your boss groans at the feeling the further he goes, tight, wet walls squeezing around him so pleasurably, not giving him any room to pull back out. he stands up for a moment to compose himself — as well as linger in the image of you sprawled out on his desk, taking all of his inches so well — and he groans again when you rush to clumsily unbutton your shirt, gaining sight of the slutty lacy bra you hid so well under your clothes.

seemingly forbidden, but so damn enticing. mister nanami was sure he was on the way to hell as soon as he took you over his desk. all this was supposed to be wrong, but it all felt too good.

nimble fingers of nanami’s come to untie the printed tie around his neck, making haste to unbutton his own shirt — not bothering to discard the blazer on top — and show you his own torso, you swear he was sculpted by a god or something. your hands run over his chest before pulling him back in by his broad shoulders, locking mouths once more. then, he starts to move, sliding out for a quick second and sheathing himself back inside you, burying his way in your cunt until his pelvis was flush against yours. the whimper you let out is heavenly.

“o-oouuh, kento,”

you whimper his name so naturally, it almost drives him to the point of being feral — but mister nanami is no animal. the way he continues to handle you, though, proves to be on the contrary. his hands grip your waist tightly, securing you to the wood below as he begins a downright brutal pace, pistoning his hips ruthlessly into you.

you feel so good, so tight, the expectation set in his head for you has been ultimately blown out the water…because you just feel divine. nanami takes notice of your walls squeezing even more the second he brings an experienced thumb down to rub at your clit, swiping small circles over the bud.

his plush tip hits so deeply, kissing your cervix with every gyration he makes. with the combination of the sensations your boss is causing you to feel — you can sense your orgasm beginning to build earlier than expected. whimpering and crying his name, you tell mister nanami how good he makes you feel, how close you are; and it only makes him speed up his hips even more.

it’s like he already knows your body like the back of his hand.

“so close, sir—,” uttering that sweet name he adores so much, “can i—can i cum, please.” you beg, and nanami throws his head back at your pleas, all being music to his ears.

“mhmm, cum for me,” he groans in return, dropping his head to make vicious eye contact again. he’s all sweaty, his glasses almost falling off his nose, and in pure ecstasy. hunger sits obvious in his eyes as he looks at you, his intense gaze pushing you over the edge as you gush and cum all around him. without any words, nanami cums alongside you at the same time, grunting and groaning sweet praise as he fills you up to the brim.

after the both of you unravel, kento holds you against him for a while, keeping your body trapped underneath him.

“that really did it for you, huh?” you tease your husband a while later, after he had cleaned you up and took you to bed. you laid next to him as he read a book, shed of his work clothes and in something much comfier. “don’t tell me you’re going to actually start doing that.”

“no, dear,” kento cocks a brow at you, looking over the rims of his reading glasses, “but i did enjoy you playing the part.” he smiles as you lean up to kiss him and roll over turn the lamp on the bedside table off. even as you’re turned over, kento watches your figure, the small movements you make turning into sleeping,

thinking about when he’d get to do that again.

[angelpregdreams]

maggie the midwife 2

maggie the midwife (1) (2)

content: twin birth, fpreg

“Miss Maggie! Excuse me, Miss Maggie!”

Halfway down the small dirt path that led to her small cottage, Maggie heard someone call out for her. The voice was masculine and her brows furrowed in slight confusion when she saw a tall man in leathers jog up to her fence. She gave him a polite smile, “may I help you…?”

“Forgive me, ma'am - Quinn.” He introduced himself and stepped inside her gate, to which Maggie raised her brow. “I hope I'm not interrupting but my sister by marriage - she…her waters broke, and she sent me to find you. She's heavy with her twins and said you have been tending to her.” 

He spoke of Cecelia, a woman trapped in town as her husband went north to try and find work. She was heavily pregnant with twins and had been overdue for almost two weeks now. 

About time for them to arrive. 

“Ah, yes,” Maggie soothed quickly, to ease the poor man's mind. “I know your sister-by-marriage. Do I have a moment to collect my gear equipment or shall I send you to fetch it for me?”

The man paused, fully confused what she meant by that question and took several seconds before he shook his head. His dark hair bounced with the motion, and Maggie couldn’t help but stare as he finally came back to himself, which appeared to be confident. “You should have time, her water’s spilled minutes ago, she should be fine for a bit…right?”

His sheepishness returned and Maggie smiled, before turning back to the pathway towards her cottage. “Come then,” she called out behind her, “let me collect my things, then we can return to Cece.” 

Quinn followed behind her as she entered her home, politely standing outside until she asked for his help to carry her extra bag. Then he dutifully stepped up to take what she requested, eager to assist. He appeared almost puppy-like, and internally, Maggie found it very attractive. Her eyes diverted away from his frame just as he stepped back outside her home and turned to look at her expectantly.

“Do you have everything you need?” He asked, antsy that he had been away from his sister-by-marriage for several minutes now. 

Maggie nodded and shut the door behind her, “yes! Let’s make you an uncle, shall we?”

That made the tall man take on a lighter step, excited now, but knowing the rest of the night would likely tax his brother’s wife. Maggie noted his softer personality, while also donned in knight’s armor. It was a charming thing, a chivalrous knight with the brightness of a sunflower. Briefly she hoped he would linger with Cecelia, knowing she was alone without her husband near would have to be hard, perhaps Quinn would be a welcome comfort. And Maggie could admire him a bit longer. 

Cecelia’s home was tucked behind the main market, a bit hard to find as one had to wander deep into an alley, but Quinn walked there with familiarity when it failed Maggie, and they were in front of the small home. Quinn didn’t bother knocking, instead just stepping inside and calling out for Cece. Following behind him, Maggie slipped her smaller bag off of her shoulders and glanced around, trying to find the laboring woman.

It did not take long to locate her. Cecelia was sitting on an old armchair, her fingers digging into the arms as she moaned loudly in pain. Her skirts were hiked up onto her knees, still keeping some modesty, but her front laces were tugged at roughly, exposing one of her breasts. Maggie gave the woman a smile and placed her bag down next to Cecelia, asking Quinn to do the same with her other bag that had the clean linens. 

“How are you doing, Cece?” Maggie asked calmly and stepped around the two to enter the small kitchen. She found a basin of water and dipped her hands in, listening to Quinn come to Cecelia’s side, asking her again how she felt.

“I’m fine…” Cecelia said quietly, as she seemed to come down from her pain. She took the hand Quinn offered with a tired grin as Maggie came back into the room. Cecelia shifted in the chair, parting her knees slightly, and grimacing. 

“What’s wrong, mama?” The midwife came around to Cece’s front, kneeling in front of her and lifting the woman's skirts. 

“Nuh - just hurts…” Cece breathed, squeezing Quinn’s hand before looking up at him with wide eyes, “please, don’t leave…”

“Hush, girl, I won’t,” Quinn said without pause, getting on his knees next to the chair - politely trying to keep his eyes averted from where Maggie was now revealing the lower half of Cecelia. The midwife gave him a reassuring nod to encourage him to stay if the mother wished and pushed her skirts all the way up and guided her to lift a thigh, letting her have full view of her red folds. 

Cecelia was very swollen, her vagina bulging slightly as the first baby sat in her birth canal. Maggie was slightly surprised at the speed of the first’s descent but also was not sure when the pains started, simply when her waters broke. Quickly, and before another contraction happened, she pushed two fingers into the laboring woman, earning a gasp from Cece and an apologetic look from Maggie. Quinn’s eyes flicked over to Maggie and saw where her hand disappeared into, his cheeks turning pink slightly, before he looked away from both women.

“First is sitting low, honey,” the midwife commented, catching Quinn’s eyes before he averted his gaze, “have you felt the urge to push yet?”

A contraction took over Cecelia then, her body tensing and trying to curl into itself. She squeezed Quinn’s hand tightly and he visibly winced, but uttered not a sound as the woman in labor groaned loudly. With her fingers still buried in her charge’s vagina, she felt her walls tighten as her body rode the wave of pain. Maggie took deep breaths, trying to remind the woman to breathe. It worked, briefly. Cece huffed out harshly, before going immediately into another moan and Maggie felt the woman’s body tense - signaling her body pushing down on its own. 

Maggie opened her mouth to urge Cecelia to relax, but before she could speak, her fingers came into contact with a fleshy bulge. 

“Cece, dear - listen to me, how long have you been in labor?”

After several long seconds as the pain passed, she finally opened her eyes and quietly uttered, “about a day.”

“Gods, you’ve got to be kidding!” Quinn uttered, shaking his head slightly. Maggie gave him a soft look before pulling her hand free of Cecelia and dropping her gown back over her thighs.

“You are ready to start pushing, where do you want to deliver?” Maggie continued, not skipping a beat after his outburst. She had to get things moving so Cecelia could be as comfortable as possible, her body was ready to finish this quickly. 

Face now covered in sweat, the woman in labor grunted and shifted slightly to begin to stand, “The bed,” she muttered quietly. Instantly, Quinn was on his feet and sliding an arm around her waist, while Maggie grabbed a fistful of her gear and followed the other two to the woman's bed. Quinn placed her on the edge of the bed gently, taking his position next to her again without question. 

Cecelia groaned and sat back on the bed, her thighs spreading apart on their own as she began to push with the pain, urging her first deeper into her birth canal. 

“Good, just remember to breathe.” Maggie urged, tugging the woman's dress up and over her massive belly. It heaved with every breath Cece made, tensing as she pushed down instinctively. Next to them Quinn sputtered but thankfully said nothing. “Keep going, Cece, just like that.” 

“Ta-take this off…me.” Cecelia whined, tugging at her dress with her free hand. “Now!” 

Obliging, the midwife did as requested, letting Cece sit on the edge of the bed fully nude in her laboring form. Quinn, who was still quiet, turned bright red, but never left her side. It was admirable, Maggie thought to herself. 

“Oh, Gods! This is awful,” Cece continued groaning, her body pushing ever so slightly as the pain subsided then immediately returned. She cried out in slight shock and pushed down hard, her thighs spreading wide apart in an effort to give the emerging babe enough room. The instinct made her legs tremble, her body moving as if on its own accord. After a second, her free hand wrapped around the back of one of her thighs to pull it closer to her chest, screaming out in effort, “AHH!” 

“Good! Push, push,” the midwife continued to coo softly to Cece, smiling slightly as she watched the woman's dark pussy bulge even more outward. The head lodged itself between the woman's lips and Cece began to tremble, before she released the push, the head receding just a bit as she relaxed slightly. “That was so good, mama, another one of those and this baby will be crowning. You ready?” 

Cecelia gave Maggie a fierce glare, before gripping Quinn’s hand tightly, her face scrunching up as she bore down hard with her pain. Maggie's hand shot up to the woman's bulging lips, the head shooting out to almost a full crown. Slightly in awe at Cecelia’s determination and strength, Maggie didn't really notice the gush of fluid that leaked out around the baby's head. However, Quinn did not, his eyes lingering on what he was witnessing then trailing up Maggie’s arm, watching her as she assisted Cecelia in her delivery. His mouth dropped open slightly as he remained focused on the midwife between Cece’s legs on the floor. 

Her fingers spread around her charge’s stretched hole, applying a bit of pressure as the woman continued to push, oblivious to her husband's brother and his wandering amazement. 

After a few more pushes from Cecelia and no longer able to ignore his staring, Maggie's eyes flicked up to his, watching as he licked his lips looking at her. Her heart pounded in her chest and she was lost for a moment before she felt Cece push again, sobbing as she did so, the head stretching her straining and swollen folds as far as they could go. A cry of pained relief soon escaped the woman as the head lurched into Maggie's waiting hands, a very large puddle of fluid gushed over her fingers and onto the wooden floor. 

“Good, good job.” She uttered quietly, trying to ignore what she was suddenly thinking of while she was working. A bolt of shame hit her and she cleared her throat as if to clear her mind, “almost there, honey. I know you can do it.” 

Quinn seemed to catch on to what was happening and also returned to Cecelia’s side, his eyes now cast away from both women now. “You're close, it's almost over.” 

Nodding weakly, Cecelia pulled one thigh up and apart, and with the next pain pushed. She released a loud groan, pushing hard as the baby turned the remainder of the way and lurched into Maggie's arms, the baby instantly releasing a loud cry. Fluid dribbled out of the woman's swollen folds, but it went unnoticed by the women as Maggie smiled broadly and cried out, “you did it!” 

She quickly brought the child up to Cecelia’s chest, who just as swiftly wrapped herself around the crying infant, her own tears falling down her face. “The other one…” Cece trailed off with a sharp look of panic across her face. 

“Hey!” Maggie napped, watching the laboring woman begin to slip, “hey, Cece, you did it once, you can do it again. And it was so fast, it'll be alright.” 

The midwife had enough experience to say that was true enough most of the time. However, this was not like the others. Cecelia’s labor with the second continued for another hour. They trio worked and shifted every which way to spur on the second baby's arrival but it was trailing on. Cece had shifted to her hands and knees on the bed, rocking her hips as she moaned through her contractions. Now they were a never ending stream of tightness and pain, her body trembling even as Quinn tried to support her weight on his larger frame. Behind her, Maggie watched as the woman pushed, her opening bulging outward but never showing the head of the second twin. The first little one resting comfortable in a hand made crib near the bed, unbothered by its mother's plight. 

“I'm going to check where the babe sits, alright Cece?” Maggie asked, her hands on the woman's hips as she saw her release another push. Cecelia nodded weakly. 

Once again, she was close and the babe sat in her birth canal - that much Maggie could feel as soon as she pushed two fingers in. Her fingers bumped the wet head almost immediately but the progress was not happening as swiftly as the first. 

From his spot on the bed, helping rub Cecelia’s shoulders when she paused between pushes, Quinn gave Maggie a worried glance, his eyes lingering over where her hand disappeared before looking away. She was still staring at him when his grey eyes came back to her, this time giving her a sheepish smile. 

The midwife adjusted herself on the bed, his eyes getting harder to ignore the longer this went on and her body was alight at the attention. However, at this time, she had a job to do. Unable to really think of anything else, she met his gaze and mouthed the words, ‘focus now, talk later.’ Even as her body felt a thrum of excitement under his intense attention, she needed to focus as well. 

To his credit, Quinn nodded and continued his ministrations on Cecelia’s shoulders, which made Maggie look away and back at the weeping womanhood, a tiny sliver of the second baby's head now starting to spread the woman apart.

“It's too - nuhg - big!” Cecelia screamed as she finished her hard push. “Too big!” 

“I know, mama, this one is certainly bigger,” Maggie reassured her, her hand offering counter pressure around the pulsing heat between Cecelia’s legs. Her poor pussy was pink now, the taunt flesh pulled almost too tight around the crowning head, and Maggie knew it was taxing on the woman. “Keep pushing, I know you can do it.”

Crying, Cecelia obliged, her entire body shaking. She released a long moan and pushed down, her fingers digging into Quinn’s arms. “I-I…it's coming out!

“Yes, good girl! Push, push!” The midwife cheered on with a soft smile as she watched Cecelia’s pussy bulge even more outward, fully distended from her core. The head sat there for several long seconds, even after she released her push. That prompted her to cry out, even whimpering as she tried to immediately try to force the rest of the head from her. Maggie pressed her fingers around the head, Cecelia’s bulging folds pulsed under her hands, and she swore she could feel the woman’s flesh strain to its maximum. “Breathe, breathe, then push again.”

There was no indication that the woman heard her, but next to her Quinn rubbed her shoulders, coaxing her on with the promise it was almost over. Weeping overwhelmed tears, Cecelia sobbed and tried to take several deep breaths as instructed before gathering her strength to push once again. 

As if her resolve returned, Cecelia bore down hard, her hips jutting upward slightly at just the right angle to push against Maggie’s hand. It applied just enough pressure, along with Cece’s harsh push, the second baby erupted from her vagina, the body falling into Maggie’s waiting hands. 

Unable to contain her surprise, Maggie let out a chuckle and brought the babe up, rubbing its back firmly to urge it to cry. Which it did a split second later, the baby’s cry prompting the twin nearby to start sobbing. On the bed, shaking still from the effort, Cecelia laughed as well, rolling over onto her pillows and half leaning on Quinn. 

As the new uncle, Quinn looked over the moon, his eyes misted while looking at the newborn - watching as Maggie passed the newborn off to his sister-by-marriage. “They both sound so healthy,” he commented, sniffing slightly and looking at the filthy infant she held, “gods be good, you did amazing Cece.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

hello dear! need some angst with daemon really bad. maybe daemon makes his usually strong-willed wife cry during a fight? screaming too loud/saying smth too harsh/hurting the most vulnerable part or anything you wish.

your works are so gorgeous i'm literally in love. thank u in advance! take care!

I, Unfortunately, Love You Most

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You loved him. He was your husband. You wished nothing but clear skies and laughter for him, but he seemed to make it a point to be contrary, and now you've reached your limit.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Opens with allusions to sex, depictions of domestic violence, fem!reader, wife!reader, i hate daemon, misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: it really be the one you love that fucks you up the most. thank you for the req nonnie and for the sweet words. I am gorgeous aren't i? 🤩 ugh. why wouldn't you be in love with me? 🙄 Another day another angst. we love it here Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

"Daemon," I pant as I come undone all over him. Our faces were pressed together. My parted mouth was heaving heavily against his neck. For a moment, I relished his warmth, his feel against me, inside me. I felt the tension in my body roll off in more ways then one when I felt his grip on my thighs, underneath my hiked up skirt.

Daemon came back to me. He was finally back to being my-

"Get off," he quips, shoving me off where his hands were, "I have somewhere I have to be."

I barely have enough time get on my feet with his adamant actions to rid me from his lap.

I begin to fume.

He was just inside me, he fucking used me, and now he was so quick to tuck himself in his pants, as though he relieved himself in one of his whores. I scoffed to myself as I watched him tie his breeches.

I mean I clearly was his whore in his head-- except he married me, except I have never had anyone else but him, and so he was the reason why I was defiled at all.

Daemon's eyes dart to me as I stare at him with scorn. He narrows his eyes and steps forward, tilting his head down at my disheveled form. He reaches out for my skirt and flattens it. He presses a kiss on my jaw, "thank you for indulging me, my dear."

"Fuck you," I quip back, staring at him as he pulls away.

"Later," he states but has no humor in his tone.

I growl, as he walks towards the door. I grab a pillow and chuck it at him on his way out, "I HATE YOU!"

He is undeterred when the soft object hits his back. It seems as though it is my loud heaving and sobs that make him halt his actions.

Daemon looks over his shoulder. I rip at my hair as I crash down to the bed. My chest constricts, along with my throat. My tears are blurring my vision. I want to hurl myself out the window when I hear him call my name.

I feel him come up to me, and when he does, I rise to my feet and shove past him.

He grabs my arm, then the other, and forces me in front of him. His expression is tight, angry, and confused. Hatred burns brighter within me when he asks, "what's wrong?"

I let a guttural scream, thrashing in his clutch.

Daemon is obviously too strong for me to fight off. He screams my name back and asks me the same question again, but this time, with more harshness.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHAT'S WRONG?!" I burst.

"Clearly, I would not be asking you if I knew, bitch!" he rebuts, releasing me with a shove.

I reel back at his words. My breathing grows more taxed when I see that he as well is heaving. I lean into him, shaking my hands by the sides of my head when I scream again.

He tenses at this, face contorting in horror, "have you gone fucking insane?"

"YES!" I step forward and shove him, "BECAUSE OF YOU!" I shove him again.

I keep shoving him, over and over and over again, and he reels back at my violence. Daemon lets me take out my frustrations in him, just as how I let him just moments ago. When this fact dawns upon me, that I have been letting him use me because I wanted to soothe him, and yet here he was, spitting at my bones. My chest rises and falls in anger. It hinders my further movements.

"If you're quite done," Daemon states dryly, straightening himself up, "tell me what's gotten you so rabid."

I cannot believe what his words, his tone. I cannot believe the repulse written on his face. Tears stream down my cheeks as I glare at him, "just because you are devoid of emotion does not mean I do not hurt because of you," I seethe with venom, "husband!"

He narrows his eyes at me, "I hurt you?" he asks in disbelief.

"You just fucking USED ME!"

"You are my wife!" Daemon barks, stepping forward, point a finger to the ground, "I do with you what I see fit."

I pull back at his words, jaw slacked, heart broken. I shake my head rapidly, "so I'm no more than a gaping hole for your cock?"

"YOU ARE MY WIFE!" he steps forward, grabbing my face tightly.

I shove him away, but he does not budge. I hit him, much harder this time, and he squeezes my face forcefully because of it. I let out a pained whine and he pulls away, airing out the rest of his aggressions on the fucking furniture.

I cover my ears at the sound of crashing objects he throws and kicks down. I scream out his name, telling him to stop.

He does not. I don't think he can hear me.

And yet I scream out still, "I WANT TO FUCKING HELP YOU, DAEMON!"

Daemon throws one last vase to the floor, turning to me with a delirious look. I shudder and heave. I am practically vibrating in anger.

"You are so FUCKING insane and withdrawn," I start again, making Daemon's eye twitch. He storms towards me as I continue my rant, "that you don't even realize how your emotions have gotten the best of you lately."

He grabs me by the hair on the back of my head; in turn, I grab his collar. My face is forced up to look at him, but it does not hinder me from finishing, "do you not know that I want to fucking help you, you piece of shit?! That I care for you? That I bleed for you?!"

I pull him close to me as his grip on my hair loosens, "I know you have only ever learned to fuck your worries away, but you could at least have the decency to treat me like a human instead of a piece of flesh you own, purely to relieve yourself."

Daemon's eyes are watery, so much so that they fall down his face; he actually begins to cry.

I feel his arm shake as he pulls away from me.

My heart hurt for him, but I could not bear to make him whole, not today.

Suddenly, a pair of guards burst into the door.

I turn to them, shocked by the sudden appearance, but then quickly realize they were here because of our intense fight.

"Is everything alright, my princess?" the guard asks me, as Daemon did not even spare them a glance.

I shake my head, "we got into an argument," I sniffle and walk over, "it would be wise if you two simply went your way and turned a blind eye to this."

They take in my expression. I offer then a stoic look, "no one was hurt. It's all just the furniture."

A moment passes as they turn to each other. With one prompt nod to themselves and to me, they leave us be.

I decide to let them walk far enough before I leave the room myself.

[shichey97]

If Not For You (Hellcheer) pt 1

Eddie Munson hadn’t left Hawkins like he always planned, instead he went to a trade school after ‘86 and got his ASE certification. He found a small shop that was abandoned, paid the property taxes, and opened his business. He quickly became the best mechanic in Hawkins and thanks to his uncle managing the books he has been able to focus on fixing the cars.

However things weren't going smoothly due to Eddie having to make the appointments, leave time for walk-ins, etc. He needed help on that front so over dinner at Benny’s he asks about Wayne possibly hiring a person to make appointments. Wayne says of course and a few days later he calls Eddie into the office.

“The new hire is coming in soon. She’s a single mother and needs to bring her daughter with her for now. I set up a playpen for the girl.” Wayne says motioning to the corner behind the desk. “I expect you to be nice Eddie Munson.” he says firmly. “Wayne, I'm not going to ruin my business by being a jerk to whoever it is you hired.” He says sighing as he pours him some more coffee into his cup, “How old is the kid? I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“She’s 2. I’ve explained to her mom that she’ll need to keep her with her or in the playpen.” Wayne says and Eddie nods. “You have a customer.” He says pointing to the burgundy 1983 BMW 733i that just pulled in causing Eddie to take one final drink and set it down before walking out. Eddie is busy talking to none other than Steve Harrington to notice Chrissy walking into his shop with a blonde toddler on her hip and a baby bag on her shoulder.

“Wayne, I need to order a new camshaft for the Bmw 733i.” Eddie calls as he walks through the door stopping short when he sees Chrissy behind their little desk on the phone with a client writing something in a notebook and then she hangs up.

“Hey, Eddie.” She says nervously, “Your uncle hired me.. I hope that’s not a problem.” She nervously played with the hem of her skirt.

“It’s ok.” He says giving her a small smile before walking over and taking the phone dialing a number. He gets the part ordered and has Chrissy write down when it’ll be in. He hangs up and looks at her, “If you can stay a bit later I’ll tell you what I need you to do around here.” 

She nods, “I can stay later. It’s just me and Beth now so I don’t have any reason I can’t stay.” She says quietly and Eddie nods.

“Ok thank you.” he says before leaving back to the garage part of the shop. He explains that it’ll be a few days and that Steve is welcome to use the phone in the shop to call someone to pick him up. Then his appointment arrived so he parked the BMW and hung the keys up.

It’s 6 hours later when Eddie closes up shop and walks into the office as the last customer was leaving. He has oil and grease on him from the cars, but he looks happier than he ever had in school. Chrissy iss swaying side to side with her daughter who looked like she had just got done crying.

He washes up and sighs, “I’m hungry. Are you guys?” He asks, looking at Wayne and Chrissy. Wayne nods, but Chrissy shakes her head.

“I don’t have extra cash for anything but essentials.” she explains and both men look at her then each other.

“My treat.” Wayne says, straightening up and grabbing his keys. “Come on we’ll get Benny’s.” He says and Eddie hums with a nod.

“You really don’t have to feed me. I can make something at home. It’s no problem.” she argues and Wayne looks at her with a small smile.

“Miss Cunningham, you’re a part of us now so we’ll take care of you as we would each other.” he says and pats her shoulder “You’re not a problem at all.”

Chrissy nods and grabs her diaper bag following Wayne out of the shop leaving Eddie to lock everything up. He had just bought Wayne a new truck since his truck had crapped out on him. Eddie opened the door for Chrissy who crawled in and buckled her and her daughter in with a soft thank you.

Eddie climbed in the front and looked at Wayne, “Let’s stop by the general store really quick.” He says and he turns down the radio.

“So what are you going to need from me?” Chrissy asks nervously as she holds the little girl’s hands.

“I’m sure Uncle Wayne explained most of it, but I need you to make appointments and order parts.” He says looking at her. “You’ll handle the money and I’ll need to make you a cheat sheet for what are problems and what questions to ask the people who call in.” He says making a list of things he needed to do, causing his uncle to laugh slightly at his nephew’s antics.

“Eddie slow down a little bit. It was her first day, there's no need to cram everything into one day.” Wayne says after he caught the panicked look on Chrissy’s face.

“Right. I’m sorry. The second half was more for me, not you.” He says twisting to look at her again. He studied her face a moment before humming, “What’s your little girl’s name?” 

“Elizabeth.” She says quietly and smiles at her. “She’s two and my whole world.” Chrissy says it proudly as if being 21 with a 2 year old was the best thing to happen to her.

“I see. She’s adorable. She looks like you.” He says reaching back to offer his hand to the little girl who just stared at him with big blue eyes. He laughs and pulls his hand back as they get to the general store.

Everyone in town knew who the father was; The Cunninghams and the Carvers made a huge deal out of their families merging and becoming one when Chrissy and Jason got married in September of ‘86 when they were just 19. Eddie, being 2 years older, couldn’t imagine being married with a kid at 19 let alone now.

“Chrissy, can you come in with me?” Eddie asks as he gets out of the truck. He helps her out and Wayne comes around to take Elizabeth promising to take care of her.

Chrissy nods and follows Eddie in, “What did we stop here for?” she asks, looking up at the curly haired man. “Well if we’re going to be feeding you and Elizabeth at the weekly business dinner then we’ll need to get a carseat for the truck. I also want to get some things to keep at the office in case you run out.” He says looking at her.

“I plan on getting a babysitter once I have a steady income. I just need to bring her for a little bit.” She says looking down. “I just have to find someone who would be willing to do it.”

“Why don’t you try Steve Harrington? A friend of mine says he’s great with kids. I could talk to him for you. I know he’s in between jobs right now.” Eddie says looking at the car seats he looks so lost as he reads about the features and safety things. He picks out one that sounds really good and looks at Chrissy in question. “That’s really expensive, Eddie. We can get a cheaper one.” She says, sounding like she’s panicking a little bit. It’s obvious she’s already thinking of how to pay him back.

“Hey don’t worry about paying me back. I want to make sure the little one is safe and has what she needs.” He then turns red, “Not that you’re not doing a good job. I just remember my mom and uncle telling me that sometimes you can have everything you think you need and then something happens and you need something else that you don’t have.”

Chrissy nods slowly, “Ok…you don’t have too though. I know you need office space for the business.” “We have a closet that holds the coffee, filters, snacks, and personal things. We can just put her stuff there.” He says smiling softly. So they spend a good 20 minutes making sure to get Elizabeth everything that Chrissy may need while at work including fruits and veggie snacks.

Once they are done and back at the truck Eddie installs the car seat properly and smiles, “There we go.” he says and takes Elizabeth and sits her in the car seat buckling her in with a big smile and puffing his cheeks out. The little girl giggles and grabs a handful of his hair causing Eddie to squawk and grab her little hand gently. “Gotta let go of my hair, pretty girl.” he says as Chrissy works to untangle her hand from his curls.

She finally got it undone and the girl starts whining so Eddie smiles, “How about I sit back here by you?” he asks looking at Chrissy for her ok. Once she nodded he climbed in and sat by Elizabeth entertaining her while they drove to Benny’s and then they took Chrissy and the baby back to her house bidding her good night.

[dandelionpixels]

amy + jonah + reader

(platonic/familial)

ask: Omg you write for superstore!!!!!! Can I send in a request for it where R works at thr store, and Amy is a mother figure to them, and they're like sort of adopted into the Sousa family with them being an older sibling figure to Emma, and Jonah slowly becoming a fatherly type to R??

- It was only supposed to be a summer job, just something to kill time in between school. But you ended up there longer than you meant to, getting closer with all your coworkers.

- You kept to your own for a while, keeping your head down and working like you were supposed to.

The first real bonding you’d had at work was when a group of kids from school showed up in the store. You hadn’t exactly gotten along with them, and the concept of them knowing where you work was pretty awful. Desperately trying to skirt down the aisles to get the break room, you run smack into Amy restocking sparkling waters. The cases of water are stacked tall in the aisle and you duck behind them before you can feel embarrassed.

Amy barely gets out a, “Wh-“ before glances up to the end of the aisle. Knowing Emma’s reluctance to see anyone her age in public, Amy lets out a sigh and continues to casually stock water as you hide behind the pallet and wait for the group to leave. After a couple more minutes, she pulls out her walkie-talkie, “Dina, can you check the cameras for a group of high schoolers?” Dina launches into a rage-filled monologue as Amy tries to calm her down “No- Don’t- Do not call the police! It’s nothing.”

In another minute, Dina radios back, “They’re not here. Guess they escaped, it won’t happen again.” Amy rolls her eyes and waves you out from behind the pallet, “C’mon, someone needs to finish setting up the beach display.” Scurrying away nervously, you smile, “Thanks, won’t bother you again!”

- A couple days later, Glenn gives everyone a packet of paperwork at a staff meeting, regarding taxes for the next year. You stare blankly at the paper until Amy taps you gently on the shoulder, “Hey, it’s not as scary as it looks. I don’t think Glenn even knows these have to be mailed in.”

- On days that she notices you haven’t eaten anything, she always manages to have a granola bar on her to offer you.

- During days where you get assigned to freezer, there’s always a jacket shoved inside your locker. Amy plays dumb whenever you mention it, insisting she doesn’t play favorites.

One day, after an already difficult morning, Mateo slips on an orange peel and spills his entire iced coffee onto you, straw and all. Despite hurried reassurances that it’s fine and you’re not mad, you can feel your eyes prick with tears.

Mateo runs off and comes back pulling Amy behind him, gesturing up and down at your distressed state. Amy’s demeanor immediately flips into what the others call ‘mother hen’ and she waves Mateo away. Putting an arm around your shoulders, she pulls you into the bathroom, ignoring your insistence that it’s fine.

She only steps away to mumble something into the walkie, and within minutes, Cheyenne slips into the bathroom. She reveals three clean t-shirts with a grin, “I use my locker to store outfit changes.” She leaves them with you guys, hurrying back to cover the floor. Amy stands outside the bathroom while you change, and lets a small smile drift onto her face when you come out clearly feeling better.

- One day, you’re doing register and there’s a particularly obnoxious customer. Some man who’s furious that you can’t give him a refund even though he doesn’t have a receipt, the item, or his card. You stand there, trying to zone out while his voice gets increasingly loud. Suddenly, there’s someone else standing next to you. You turn to see Amy looking absolutely furious, pointing outside and explaing the refund policy. The man rolls his eyes and you turn to your other side to see Jonah trying his best to look equally intimidating, “Scram dude. No refunds without a receipt. Take it up with corporate.” The man mumbles some cuss words but leaves reluctantly.

Another day, Emma comes barreling into the store, eyes watery and clearly furious. You recognize her from the times she’s been in before, and walk over, “Hey, you alright?”

She shakes her head, “Where’s my mom?” You check your phone for the time and frown slightly, “She’s driving to one of the corporate offices to pick up more uniforms, I’m really sorry.” Emma groans, “Can you just tell her I need to talk to her.”

You nod, and then on second thought, gesture to the break room, “Do you want to sit and wait for her?” Emma nods reluctantly, “Yeah okay.”

When the two of you sit down, she wipes her eyes roughly, “I’m sorry- It’s stupid.” You smile softly, “It’s probably not stupid, and I’ve probably been there. Do you wanna talk about it?”

She shakes her head, but then starts to explain anyway. She’d got in some sort of fight with her friends, and she was clearly convinced they’d never talk to her again. She’d failed her chemistry test and forgotten her PE uniform and just generally had the day from hell. Like forty minutes later, Amy walks into the break room to see the two of you sitting on the couch, giggling about some boy in Emma’s class and eating snacks from the vending machine.

- During a staff trip to the nearby zoo that Glenn insisted would be fun, despite the 80 degree weather, you realize you left your wallet at home. Amy scoffs when you admit you can’t get lunch, and orders a meal for you, waving off your promises to pay her back.

- You can’t help but be bummed as everyone walks through the gift shop, picking up various shirts and memorabilia. When everyone gets to the parking lot, Jonah taps you on the shoulder and reveals a stuffed tiger he’d somehow bought without you noticing. Before you can react, Amy exclaims a loud, “Jonah!” and reveals an identical stuffed tiger that she shoves into your arms.

More and more, you get closer with the three of them. Carpooling to and from work, going to Emma’s birthday parties, going shopping with Jonah even though he doesnt really understand it, matching halloween costumes at the store. Gaining your own little family.

[alwaysxlarrie]

10 fav quotes from fics part 9 !!

it's a bit harder than i initially anticipated picking quotes for each post, especially when i've been compiling them for a year and i only do 10 quotes per post lol so big thank u to my bff @harruandlou for helping me w this one -- you're a gem n a half !!

“With, um, a small swirl of whipped cream,” Harry continues, desperate to stop talking, stop talking, oh my god, stop fucking talking. “Covered in um… a pinch of cinnamon?” -- @disgruntledkittenface

Louis smiles and oh. Oh that is not fucking fair. Because Harry is sat here hard and panting, Louis’s lips are glistening with spit because he’s just been sucking on Harry’s tits and his fingers are still massaging the head of his cock in a way that’s slowly turning him blind, and yet Louis’ smile scrunches his nose and creases his eyes and he looks absolutely, devastatingly adorable. — @zanniscaramouche

He does know. He knows what he is to Louis, and what he isn’t. He’s grateful for what he can get, and he’s in agony for all that he wishes he was. -- @loveislarryislove

Harry doesn't want to timidly look away again, as it only makes him seem more obvious, but he can’t not look away. Louis' gaze goes straight to his core, settles somewhere deep in his belly, and Harry really doesn't want to pop a boner in front of the entire class. -- @larrydoinglaundry

He’s been called a lot of compliments, many of them by Louis himself, but precious is a bit different, isn’t it? Softer, prettier, lovelier.-- @ohpleaselarry

Of course, Harry hadn’t worn any underwear. -- @suesheroll

Harry paused at the door for a moment and then spoke quietly, without turning around. “I’ve never worn a skirt before, sir.” -- @twopoppies

“Says the twink past his prime,” Louis rolled his eyes. -- @jaerie

He barely fought it, in fact, he might not have fought Louis’ alpha voice at all. He just basked in the way Louis’ eyes felt like they were burning his skin as he walked closer to him, his omega obeying as best as it could. -- @lululawrence

With another hand, Harry took a long sip of water, ice-cold shocking his mind back to the present. Calm down. Think about something else. Okay. Taxes, the weather, football, Louis, Louis's voice -- No, not Louis! -- @muldxr

[ino-takumas-baggy-sweater]

A Second Chance, A Father's Curse - Part 4 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

haha sorry it's a bit shorter than usual I've been really off my sleep schedule, it is 12.30am as i type this and i SHOULD be fixing my sleep schedule but i'm not bcuz i hate myself :)

Part 3 here

Warnings: Brief panic attacks, really shitty time skips because I'm bad at continuity, nothing else really (I promise this story will kick off soon)

Word Count: 3k

“Consequences be damned, we’re husband and wife now,” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple that makes the crowd erupt into cheers. A bright smile crosses your lips and you nestle into his side, waving out at the crowd with him, before your father nudges you to stand at the podium beside Gojo.

You take a breath, feeling the sorcerer’s energy channel at your throat as he amplifies your voice, “Dearest Iqorians!” You say, “My beloved people, you have been nothing but kind to me as I have grown within the palace walls, and I understand the newest addition to our family was unexpected and may cause a stir, but I hope you can find it in yourself to continue trusting us,” The crowd has fallen to a quiet murmur as you speak.

“Ryomen L/n is our new Prince, my husband, and I want him to feel welcomed here,” You take his hand and pull him up to stand beside you, “He bears the tattoos of the L/n clan, and if that isn’t enough for you to trust him as much as you trust me, then I don’t know how else to convince you. Trust me as your lady, as your princess, that this man will strive to protect anyone who calls Iqoria home and will be a valuable addition to our defense and strengthen our nation,”

The cheers have grown almost deafening and you take it as a good sign, “We look forward to serving you as Prince and Princess for the long future ahead!”

The speech has drained your energy and you allow yourself to be herded back inside where Ryomen presses a kiss to your lips for the first time since your wedding day. You nudge into his space and lean your head up, following his lead for a moment before he pulls back, “You looked sexy up there,” He smirks, causing a blush to flare up on your cheeks.

You poke him gently, “Ryomen!” You scold, “You never know who could be listening,” He shrugs, “You’re my wife, aren’t you? I’m allowed to compliment you if I please,” Your cheeks hurt from how much you’ve been smiling and you feel emotionally charged, “Well… then I appreciate it,” You nod with satisfaction.

He pulls you back to his chest and you nestle yourself under his chin, breathing softly in the open silence. There are no more words, at least not for today, and you both quietly make your way back to your rooms where a large lunch has been set out for you to share in peaceful private.

-

“Why can’t I go see him?” “He is the Crown Prince my dear, he is tired and they need time to themselves after the long session,” You bury your face against your mothers skirts, “But I want to see him!” You whine.

Your mother sighs softly, petting the back of your head as she crouches down to look into your watery eyes, “Oh my dear,” She murmurs, brushing your tears away with her thumbs, “I am sure he misses you dearly, but we must let him rest as long as he needs, it is a taxing process, one which you will have to endure one day as well,”

You shake your head indignantly, “Nuh uh! I won’t get married, boys are mean!” “And B/n?” She smiles, her eyes twinkling, and you stutter, “B-but he’s different!” She pulls you into a hug, “And one day you may find another man like your brother who is, as you say, different. You just have to keep your mind open,” You roll your eyes, “Yeah yeah, I know mother,”

“I heard you were looking for me?” A voice behind you makes you break away from your mother with a grin, “B/n!” You shout, racing to him and throwing yourself into his arms. He lifts you up and spins you around a little, making you giggle with delight until he sits you on his hip and supports your body, “Did you really miss me that much?”

You nod, clutching at the shirt he’s wearing, “Of course I did! Nobody else would play with me the way you do!” The age gap between the Crown Prince and his baby sister was around thirteen years due to health complications your mother experienced after a miscarriage brought her to deaths doorstep. You were the miracle baby that brought light back into her eyes and energy into her bones.

Forced to marry and have a child young after she took the throne at around 19, she demanded respect and anyone who went against her prior to her miscarriage at age 22 often suffered great consequences. Her husband, the King, was her greatest strength and her closest ally, never overshadowing her and never once making decisions unless she specifically entrusted them to him.

Your mother was 32 years old and still ruling with a kind heart and an iron will, but there were small fractures. She knew her son was lonely, she was afraid of failing him, of failing her kingdom, should she fail to produce another child. She spent most of her pregnancy hiding it from the people until the doctors were sure you would survive to term.

And then when you finally arrived, everything fell into place. Your mother encouraged a bond between the two of you from day one and you were almost inseparable. He was fiercely protective when you were finally allowed to be seen by the people and insisted that he carry you or hold your hand when you were nervous or overwhelmed.

“Well now, we must change that!” He smirks, “Come! We shall go and play out in the gardens, I’m sure mother would like her turn to rest,” You make a quick stop in the kitchen and down in the attendants houses to collect the children of maids and attendants living in the palace before gathering in the garden for a raucous game of tag.

Your brother looked strong and ethereal with his new tattoos, you found yourself distracted by them in the few weeks to come, and he let you trace the ones on his face with your gentle fingers when he came to read you stories to help you sleep. You never asked any questions, aside from one, “Did they hurt?”

He looked down to you in bed beside him, “They hurt a little, but don’t you worry, they prove that you’re strong and you’re part of the greatest kingdom in the world,” He took a knee beside your bed as you shifted to face him better, “I give you my word as an honorable man,” You smiled brightly, “Then maybe I shall get married someday, just so we can match!”

He smiled sadly, “You should marry for the love of your partner, not for your love of me,” He brushed hair from your face, “Dear sister I love you,” You clutched your hands together, looking away shyly, “I love you too, and I promise I won’t do it just for you,”

-

“Sister must you be so rash?” His voice called out behind you and you turned, your arms crossed, “You know they mean well,” He caught up to you and you turned back to the gardens, continuing your walk. “Will you not even speak to me?”

“What is there to say? Do I get a choice of husband? I thought I was allowed to marry for love and not politics, but apparently I was wrong,” You ranted, “Mother can be so frustrating at times,” You can see him move to comfort you but he backs down at the last moment.

“I know you’re angry and upset, but you mustn’t speak to her like that, you can just tell her no and she will listen, you are not yet an adult after all,” “And what is that supposed to mean?” You spat. “Just that you are not ready for that kind of marriage, I meant no offense,”

You finally backed down a bit, crossing your arms and sulking in front of your favourite rose bush. “Sister will you look at me?” You peeked out of the corner of your eye at your elder brother, the ring on his finger catching the sunlight and twinkling cheekily as if mocking your outburst.

“I hope you will apologise to mother, you must know she would not go through with it without your explicit consent,” You felt you should have been angered further by his insistence on an apology but instead you just felt weary. “I will ask her to apologise as well, just promise me you won’t stay mad?” You nodded, if only to placate his fears. You didn’t feel like apologizing at the time, but you might.

-

You gathered your skirts, racing through the halls until you reached the stables. A quick scan revealed nothing, but you soon found him, “Brother! Must you go? So close to her birthday?” You cried, breathless. He looks up at you from where he is adjusting his gauntlets, “I’m afraid so, my cursed energy will be more helpful out there than it will be cooped up in this stone cage,”

He smiled, it was lopsided and reminded you of a rabbit, “Do not worry, I will be back soon, these cowards are nothing but rats, ambushing defenseless people in the middle of the night,” With a frown you raced closer and wrapped your arms around him, a little awkwardly because of the armour he wore but that did not deter you, “Please be safe brother, I beg,”

“I will return to you, do not let your roses die while I am away, alright?” You knew he meant more than just the physical roses you cared for in your part of the garden. You’d always been his rose, and you nodded as you pulled back, hugging yourself tightly, “I won’t let them perish,” Your voice shook but you forced your head high, displaying nothing but confidence.

You believed in his abilities, you believed more than anything that your brother would survive because he always did. “Her gift is hidden in my closet, I am sure you know where to find it,” He winks. A twinge of fear in your heart once again twisted like a knife. His daughter would miss him, she would ask where her daddy was and you would have to assure her that he would return, that he was out protecting her from the evil that roamed the earth.

She would not understand, as you had once refused to, but you would be there for her if she needed you. You stayed at the gate protected by a pair of guards until you could no longer see the light from the torches the battalion carried, allowing yourself to be gently escorted back to your rooms and what restless sleep awaited you.

-

“Your highness! Princess Y/N!” A voice behind you makes you turn from your closet to face the maid who spoke, “Yes?” She’s out of breath from running and you can see there are tears on her cheeks, “M-mail for you,” She whimpers, holding out a letter. You’ve been preparing for a dinner with the few nobles of Iqoria and wanted an out, this might be your ticket.

However you’re reluctant, considering her obvious distress, but you decide you must take the letter from her hand and unfold it. The seal is already broken from someone inspecting it and you smooth it out on your dress momentarily, lifting it to your eyes.

Dearest sister,

Your dearest and bravest brother.

If this reaches you safely, then I’m afraid I am either not long for this world or already gone.

Do not let my efforts in the settlements be in vain, I hear your new husband is strong? How I wish I could have met him, Gojo tells me he is raucous and proud, his energy overwhelming. I knew you’d find someone to match your energy. If only you’d married him a few weeks earlier. My sister, how I wish I could see your smile one last time. How are Mother’s tapestries coming along? How are Father’s hunting dogs? How are your roses? Do you still walk through the gardens under the stars, awaiting my return? It’s been too long since I saw you last, I fear you will be just beside my lovely wife as the last things on my mind when everything fades. I wish I could continue to protect you from the darkness, but alas I have been bested. Take care of yourself for me, take care of our people. I suppose they’re your people now, your husband will help you lead them well. I will miss you forever.

The page is dotted with tears when you clutch it to your chest, letting out an unfiltered cry and falling to your knees. The cry evolves into something animalistic, a scream tears itself from your throat, and suddenly Ryomen and Geto are sprinting into the room, your husbands hands on your cheeks as you wail. The letter is almost beyond readable but Geto manages to pry it from your hands as Ryomen pulls you into his lap on the floor, rocking you back and forth and gently shushing you.

You grip at his shoulders, fistfuls of his shirt pressing into your palms as you gasp for air, “Someone call for her parents!” Geto orders and the same maid who delivered the letter is gone in an instant. “Oh my love,” Ryomen murmurs, brushing his hands through your hair and rubbing your back, “Please, I am here,”

You shake your head, “My brother,” You gasp, chest heaving, “The Crown Prince, he falls in battle!” You sob, your tears streaming as Ryomen stiffens. Realisation seems to hit the both of you simultaneously and you look up, suddenly devoid of the ability to cry. His wife and her daughter will remain a part of the family but as she married into the royal family she is no longer the Crown Princess.

“Hail… the Crown Prince and Princess of Iqoria,” Geto says slowly, as shocked as the pair of you are. “I…” Ryomen’s fingertips dig into your hips as he pulls you closer, tucking his face against your shoulder to hide from the maids remaining in the room, “I’m not ready for this,” He whispers, his voice shaky against your ear. Your hand shoots up to the back of his head and holds him there gently, you feel yourself breaking apart but you cannot allow yourself to grieve for what you’ve lost just yet.

“Ryomen L/n,” You murmur, “Crown Prince of the Iqorian kingdom,” “My father will come for me,” He whispers, “He never intended for this to happen, he would never let me be king, not in Khoccadia and not anywhere else,” His voice rises in panic and you gently shush him, shooing everyone out of the room.

Once alone his tears begin to fall and you rest your forehead to his, your own dripping into your lap and dampening your dress, “He has no authority here,” You say, your voice shaking with grief, “You are mine, and he will never harm you again, do you hear me?” His eyes are frantic and his breaths uneven, “Ryomen, do you hear me?”

“I was never meant to be king, he will come for me, he will do anything to prevent it! You have to let me go, I’m just putting you all in danger, please, you have to let me go!” He shifts underneath you and you struggle to keep him down for a moment, before drawing on your own cursed energy to send an unrefined wave of it at him. He gasps for breath and you plant yourself solidly on top of him, “Ryomen! Listen to me! I’m not letting you go back there on your own, you’ll be killed and I’ll never forgive myself!”

His eyes finally meet yours and you take his face between your palms, “Ryomen L/n, Iqoria is your home now, and if Iqoria needs you to be a king then you will step up by my side like I know you can, do you understand?” He nods, his lips thin and tightly pressed together, “Stay with me,” You murmur, your body and voice softening, “Please,”

“You… need me?” He murmurs, and you nod, tears slipping down your cheeks once more. You push forwards and bury your face against his chest, hands gripping him so tightly as you fear he might shove you off and walk away. “You need me,” He whispers, holding you tightly as the two of you gently fall apart in each other’s arms.

Your big brother… your big brother is gone. You just wish you could have one last time with him, you imagine all the things you would do if you knew he was going to die, but all you can seem to picture is the gardens. Stars stretching above you, love in the words unspoken and golden memories held in each precious twinkle.

The door to your room opens and your parents enter, their faces as crestfallen as yours as you peek over Ryomen’s shoulder, “Oh my darling,” Your mother sobs, stumbling to the floor by your side and burying her face against your shoulder. You reach for your mother, staying on Ryomen’s lap as you hold her close, “It was supposed to be just an ambush, what could have gone so wrong?” You whisper against her hair, feeling her body shake like a feather in the wind.

“None of that matters, it is all up to you now,” Your father murmurs, his hand on Ryomen’s back as he tries to stay strong for the three of you, “You will ascend to the throne within the year, your mother…” His words die but you know what he’s implying. Your mother and father will retire and you will step up in their place, just barely a month after marrying.

“Everything will be alright, for I will be your light,”

hope you enjoyed!

Part 5 here

[phanfictioncatalogue]

2k Word Fics Masterlist

and I'm still yours (ao3) - ShiwiSins (IetjeSiobhan)

Summary: There is something so damn sexy about a man who can take care of things. Who can take care of Dan.

Or: Phil does their taxes. Dan would rather he'd do him.

As You Please (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: In which Dan ruins the mood during sex. Except he doesn't.

basically he’s gay (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan posts his video and phil has a lot of feelings about it. they both do.

cat got your tongue? (ao3) - megiaolf

Summary: A near wholesome cat cafe au.

close your eyes, wish for me (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: In every universe, they are together. Also, there are werewolves.

endings are like beginnings (ao3) - wiccamoody

Summary: Dan wakes up in the post-coming out universe.

falling into lava (for a second, forever) (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Dan did a thing and Phil's so proud of him.

Feels Right (ao3) - philforscale

Summary: Dan proposes.

he's his mother's son after all (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan visits phil's family on mother's day whilst feeling depressed

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Dan is feeling insecure, so Phil decides to show him that he is perfect.

Kaleidoscope (ao3) - danisnotinteresting

Summary: A fan makes up a rumour about Dan which turns out to be true, he assumes Phil must of leaked this and becomes very distraught.

Little Black Box (ao3) - hygge

Summary: While packing up their apartment before they move into their new home, Dan finds something hiding in Phil's suitcase that makes him question what he wants out of their relationship.

melt your headaches, call it home (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Even if he tried, Phil couldn't really stop himself.

More than 2 and a half weeks (ao3) - natigail

Summary: The night before Dan leaves for the American leg of his tour, Phil pulled him into shooting a video and then he pulled him into his arms.

one night stand (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan meets a stranger in a bar during after one of his shows on the We're All Doomed tour.

Past Meeting the Present (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Discovery and discussion of past challenges

Phome is where the heart is (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan and phil go shopping at target while in Seattle for tit. they’re feeling festive for the season and a little sappy bc, well, duh 🧡

place your head on my beating heart (ao3) - lesbaurinkos (pluginbaby)

Summary: slow dances in the kitchen of the forever home

sensitive (ao3) - intoapuddle, jestbee

Summary: "Do you like it?" Phil asks again. He doesn't know why he wants to hear Dan say it, but he does.

"I like it," Dan nods, tipping his back to bare his neck to Phil's teeth.

Shuffle My Board (ao3) - danisnotonfire

Summary: What happens after a game of shuffleboard gets unbelievably horny? The winner gets to fuck the loser.

Talking to the Moon (ao3) - uptownsteve

Summary: After a risque photoshoot, Phil wants to show Dan just how beautiful he is

"that's what makeup is for!" (ao3) - latenightfanfic

Summary: dnp finally have a night alone to themselves in a hotel after a few drinks after being cooped up in a tour bus.

The Anniversary (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: It is fifteen years to the day since Dan's suicide attempt, and Phil endeavours to make the day as normal as possible.

The Box Under the Bed (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan is a guy with a plan but when his idea goes sour he finds other ways to pass the time.

Or how Dan found Phil's secret box and was caught red-handed.

The Masked Man (ao3) - cosmic_angel_writes

Summary: There’s many break ins going around town. Dan’s house might just be next.

the perfect first date (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Phil takes Dan out on his first date.

Together Like This (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Dan has always liked the idea of a sexy outfit in bed and Phil knows it

Twirling in Tulle (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan wears a skirt. Phil gets stupidly horny. Bon appetite.

Uncle Dan (ao3) - Ragopamplina

Summary: Dan is a Lester. He knows it, but still, he enjoys little reminders.

Want (ao3) - yoidnp

Summary: It was a rare night alone in a hotel room away from the confines of the tour bus. Dan and Phil discover a few things about each other.

welcome, love (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: coming out isn't easy, but it's a little less shit when you're surrounded with family

wheel of luck (ao3) - plasticheart

Summary: phil is an over caffeinated ra. dan plays the keyboard until the study rooms close.

wherever you stray i follow (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Dan brings Phil with him to therapy.

you drive me crazy when your hands start to wander (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: Phil has a surprise for Dan to show him how much he appreciated Dan’s Halloween costume

your love is my drug (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: Phil wakes up with a migraine.

[wordsbyarwen]

i said i would be focusing on my current WIPs but lol, apparently February is the month of "distract everyone with Greek myths set in Hell." this one features Tissaia as Hades and Yen as Persephone (without the kidnapping).

i haven't touched the beginning but i've never in my life had so many headcanons develop and crawl out of so few paragraphs while actively writing them, so this was fun! what started as "the mages are the gods and use avatars to appear to their followers" became "i bet Tissaia thinks this whole situation is Rita's fault" (spoiler: it is)

anyway here is a little 500 word taste of worldbuilding and snarky tissaia+rita. as a treat. mostly for me.

Tissaia shook off the mantle of Hades like a winter cloak, rolling out her shoulders and tipping her head sideways. Even as she diminished in stature, her neck gave a satisfying pop of releasing tension. When she opened her eyes again, the view was much more familiar.

She hated being six inches taller in her own house, hated the idea that things could look so different from the perspective of someone who stood a head higher. In the mortal realm it was all well and good to present herself as an imposing figure - how imposing depended on her audience, her mood, and the day of the week - but she would always prefer the body she was born into for the day-to-day affairs of her court.

Sinking wearily onto her throne, she rested her forehead in an open palm for a long few moments, eyes closed. She was exhausted, but there was work to do that was far more exhausting yet.

Well. Perhaps she couldn’t rightly call it work, but she was determined to resolve the mystery of the mortal in her house, and she had a very good idea of where to start.

Composing herself, Tissaia lowered both hands to curl her fingers loosely against the arms of her throne. Her blue eyes flashed with fire and lightning and, lifting her head, her voice shook the very foundations of her throne room.

“APHRODITE!”

When the echoes of her voice died away and the room fell silent, she waited for the span of several long breaths. Then, rolling her eyes, she spoke again, this time as if she were addressing someone at the back of the room, her eyes still gleaming with power. “Do not ignore me, you great Olympian slattern; your stench is all over her.”

“My, my. Impatient, melodramatic, and charming as ever. I have work to do too, you know.”

The voice of the woman who strolled into Tissaia’s periphery was dark and rich as loam, her skin like raw umber. She was a little taller than the version of Hades Tissaia wore in her own home, busty, and broad in shoulder and hip. Her lips, glossy and dark, were curled into a smile, and her hair was twisted into locs broader than Tissaia’s thumb and piled high atop her head in an intricate display.

Most gods chose a form and maintained it - sometimes the body they were born into, sometimes a preferred avatar. For some, transitioning was easier than others. Tissaia had always resisted change herself, found the act rather more taxing as a result.

But Aphrodite - Rita - had a face for every occasion and every audience, so many that Tissaia had forgotten what the woman rightly looked like. She supposed it didn’t matter.

The body she presented herself with today was one Tissaia had not seen in a while, but it was as lovely as any Rita had chosen and equally on display: bare arms, dramatic neckline, skirts that were sheer in places and barely opaque enough for modesty in others.

“What is it this time, then?” Tissaia asked as Rita moved to stand in front of her, hands on hips, expression smouldering. “Seducing pretty boys, or starting wars over pretty girls?”

[yourneighborhoodstalker]

Hidden Intimacy

Requested by: anika.jar on Instagram

Pairing: Shrek x Sonic, Sonic x Barack Obama Genre: crack, romance, angst, comedy. Summary: Shrek is heart-broken from what Sonic has done to him. WARNING: crack (nothing is serious at all), randomness, cheating(?), heartbreak, and many mentions of fecal matter.

It was a lovely, rainy day during the summer. Shrek was casually watering the plants outside… Even though it was raining. He was wearing absolutely, almost, nothing. So the rain droplets had travelled down his chest and to his chisled abs. The only thing keeping him from being completely exposed and vulnerable is the skirt he had put on for his lovely partner, Sonic.

He was humming the 3 Musketeers anthem while smoothly swaying his hips on beat. "bAbY cAlL mY pHonE tRyNa BlOw HeR TaX cHeCk. CALL ME A NYMPHO 'CAUSE I LIKE GOOD SEX-" Then a Koko Bandicooties plush toy from the typical MagDonal's Sad Meal was thrown at his beautiful right ear. His head flew to the left so far that his brains blew out.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He screams out and quickly gets up to gather the contents of his skull.

"SHUT THE FACK UP." His stupid, drunk, handsome neighbour, Fred Jones, yelled out at him through his window of his pink house.

"Oh! Hi Freddie!"

"Shut the halk up. You ain't no lover of mine."

"What about that ONE time in the janitor's closet at school 3500000000000 years ago-"

"That was a LONG time ago. Leave me the fack alone!"

Fred closes his window. From behind, as Shrek could see. there was Velma standing up and kissing Fred in the most nastiest way ever that Shrek could've thrown up on his newly grown tulips. "cough whore cough" He rolls his eyes and continues watering his plants.

He looks up and sighs in content. He smiles slightly and opens his mouth to taste the rain because who wouldn't? The scent of the rain smelled… off. He swished some rain water in his mouth and swallowed it. "… Oh. That's piss."

Shrek then heard a crash inside of his home due to his beautiful ears. He dropped his watering can and ran inside. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed the nearest kitchen tool he could lay his hands on; the tongs.

He hears more noises coming from upstairs, to which he proceeded to slowly, quietly, and carefully walk up the stairs. He held the tool up in caution. On the way up, he looks at the family pictures of his family.

There was him and Sonic. Happily smiling at the camera while standing on Lord Farquaad's grave. He sighs a bit, reminiscing about the good ol' days when Sonic didn't spend so much time at work.

They had their wedding in coolsville's graveyard where Lord Farquaad was buried after Shrek had ate him. Only his bones remained in the casket; they were as clean as Shrek's kitchen.

He remembers the romantic moment when Sonic and Shrek had pulled down their underwears and shit on his grave. The minister, Ryuk, had gathered the shit in his hands and mix them together, creating a bond, unbreakable.

"I announce you… Ogre and Hedgehog!" He announced, holding up into the sun to let it get blessed by their wonderful god, Mike Wazowski. The bright, green light illuminated onto the shit and slowly faded away, leaving it blessed and sparkly. Everyone- which was 3-5 people- clapped and cheered for them. Shrek and Sonic look at each other with such love in their eyes and dug their faces into the fecal matter.

Shrek sighed from the memory that he almost forgot that he might be potentially robbed! He snapped out of it and continued his travel. He saw the bedroom door slightly open. He gulped and slowly opened it to see… Sonic and BARACK OBAMA eating each other's biscuits over their tea table.

He gasped loudly, dropping the tongs. Sonic and Barack look up quickly and stand up. Sonic's cheeks have been flushed and Barack's tie is hung loosely around his neck. They were all speechless and just standing there, staring at each other in shock.

"Shrek! My dream machine!" Sonic exclaimed, putting his hands up. Shrek felt his heart pound against his chest that you could even see it.

"Squishy boo-boo on the choo choo… I can explain-"

"NO! You are with HIM?! Over OUR tea table?!"

Shrek screamed out, tears running down his round cheeks, glistening them. "WHAT HAPPENED TO US?! THIS IS OUR TABLE! You�� You…" Sonic rapidly shook his head in desperation.

"Shrek. Babycakes. NO!-"

"YOU FUCKING WHOOOOREEEEEEEEE!"

Sonic gasped and fell back at the very words that had came out of Shrek's mouth. He was so shocked that Sonic's dress flew off. "OMG Sonicky!" Barack exclaimed and tried to run to him to help him but then the chair had caught his pants and ripped it, making him fall and land hard with the loudest thud known to mankind.

"YOU FUCKING LIAR. YOU TRAITOR. Alexa, play Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo." There was a beep heard and then humming of a specific song was starting to play.

Sonic slowly sits up, holding his chest. "Shrekky… please… don't do this…" He croaked out

"G-Green guilty eyes and… little blue lies-" Shrek sobs out, kneeling down a bit and holding his chest. "Shrek…" Sonic whimpered out, weakly reaching out to him.

Suddenly, Shrek shoots up and roars loudly. It makes the chimney of the house fall off and it lands on Velma- who was sneaking out of Fred's dog door. She died.

Waterfalls of green tears cascade down Shrek's cheeks as he screams and cries. His eyes glow a bright yellow. "SHREK?!"

Barack groans as he slowly sits up. "Sonicky…" He moans out pathetically, clinging onto his leg. Sonic shakes him off and stands up, watching his husband in fear.

Shrek's chest then illuminates a green glow. A swampy odor begins to diffuse throughout the house. Sonic inahles deeply and sighs lovingly. "Shrek…" Barack sniffs and immediately faints due to how amazing it smells.

Shrek's screams turned high-pitched and he explodes into green glitter and sparkles. It was so bright Sonic could've sworn he was blinder than before.

"AHHH. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sonic screams, falling to his knees. He crawls over and gathers the glitter. "NOOOOOO HIS ASHES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BROWN!" He sobs and snorts it up in honour of his husband.

A bright yellow light comes from above. Sonic looks up, his tears drenching into his fur. In the light, he sees the face of the god, Mike Wazowski. "M-Master Mike Wazowski…?" He whimpers out, inhaling some of the glitter into his nose.

"Shrek shall be passed onto Hell until you die and you pass onto Hell and you guys can be homosexual lovebirds together and be reborn." He states in his holiness. "R-Really? You would do that?" Mike Wazowski nods his eye. "O-Okay… It's okay if I have some little Shrek in me, right? I accidentally-" He sniffs, wiping his nose. "-snorted him up." The holy god stays quiet. "Sure thing pal." The light backs up. "Bada-bing, bada-boom-boom-boom!" He exclaims and the light fills the house.

Sonic gasps. looking around. "I… I feel… I feel so light! I can feel it! I can feel it in my buss-" Then he fainted.

Sonic blinks his eyes open and sees white everywhere. "Oh Mike… It's so white here…" He mutters. "I know. Pretty racist place huh." Sonic lets out the smallest, cutest gasp that would put anyone in awe. He slowly turns and sees… "Shrekky…?"

[katierosedreams2]

The monster energy girl experience 

The Monster Energy Girl Experience! Enter to win a chance to get the dream of a lifetime! The Monster Energy Girls are looking to expand and be more inclusive! Win the chance to be flown out to Southern California to meet with the Monster Energy Girls! They will take you on an all expense paid shopping trip to improve your fit! Learn what it takes to be a monster girl as they take you on an all exclusive, all access pass trough their day getting ready for the opening motorcross event of the season! You’ll get to join them in viewing the event as well as joining them in a party after! But that’s just the beginning! You’ll be assigned mentorship from one of the girls, they will help from dating advice to taxes! They are there to help!....

I hardly read much more, skimming the ad for TMEGE. I saw they were looking for young adults entering college, had a flexible schedule, knew how to ride a motorcycle, was no taller then 5’6” and weighed no more than 110 pounds. You also must already have long hair, at least past the shoulders. I saw I had to submit a photo of myself in the smallest, tightest underwear I owned as well as all my measurements and sizes. I found this odd, but I still couldn’t believe my luck! 

I am just about to graduate high school and got accepted into college in Southern California! I also have no job yet, so there’s my flexible schedule! I learned how to ride a motorcycle when I turned 16. I was hoping it would make me seem more manly. 

That’s something I am quite self conscious about. I’m only 5’5” and I weigh only 98 pounds.  Needless to say, I’m a very skinny guy. I also feel like my body is also very feminine. I have small shoulders, a small waist, and large hips, giving me a perfect hourglass body type. My arms and legs are very skinny, and my whole body is completely hairless. And my butt is super big and perky! And to make things even worse, on my chest I have small “fat lumps” as my doctor calls them. I LOOK LIKE I HAVE SMALL BOOBS! Like an A or B cup! But the worst thing is I have a super small penis. I measured once, 1 inch flaccid. That was it. And my balls are as small as marbles.

The doctor said it was a hormonal imbalance. It is probably caused by my undeveloped testicles and high estrogen levels. He recommended medicine to try and fix it, but when I tried it they gave me awful head aches. I couldn’t even get out of bed! And made my stomach so upset I couldn't keep anything down. So I stopped taking them. The doctor said it might work itself out on its own, someday. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve only looked more and more like a girl with a micro dick. I hid my body as best I could with baggy clothes so the other kids wouldn’t know. But this still affected how I felt about myself and I never got the courage to date any of the girls. But I did get friend zoned by most of them. So much so, they would make me sit with them at lunch and go shopping with them. I’d got dragged to all the girly stores and get asked for my opinion on this skirt or top, or if that shade of makeup looked nice, were these nails too long, stuff like that. 

I never had any male friends, they all acted odd to me. Most were kind of mean, and sometimes I’d find boys just staring at me. At my face, or butt, or even my chest. They had this look like they wanted to eat me, or rip me to pieces. I'm not sure what they were thinking, but that’s the best way I can describe it. When I brought this up to my gal friends they said they had the same thing happen to them. This didn’t make me feel any better about myself. They also would comment on how pretty I was, how I would make a pretty girl. That’s why I grew my hair out, they pressured me into it. It was always on the longer side, but when I started high school, the girls decided I should grow it out, that I’d look better. Well, I wanted to get the girls, so if that’s what they thought looked better, then I would be dumb not to, right?!

Well, it didn’t help me get any girls, instead it just had me get more people who would confuse me as a girl, more then a guy. Even after I’d speak they wouldn’t know. I’d have to tell them I was a boy, to which they would look surprised and apologize. I was constantly humiliated. My mother tried to be supportive, but I never felt happy about my body. She suggested I look for things in Southern California that I could meet some people and maybe get some confidence. That’s how I stumbled on TMEGE! 

Well, like I said, I didn’t read all of the ad, I just read some of the things, and thought that this would be a great way to meet super hot girls that I'd get to party with! And even if I don’t get laid and finally lose my virginity, maybe I’ll get my first blow job or even first kiss! And they could help me meet other pretty girls too! Plus, I’d get to travel around the country, get paid, and be surrounded by beautiful women! So, of course, I registered for the contest. I never expected to hear back though.

Two days after my high school graduation, I got an email saying I was a finalist in the contest and that they would like to have a zoom call with me for a final interview! I couldn’t believe it! I scheduled my interview for later that day. I then spent the rest of the day cleaning my room.

 I was struggling to pick out what to wear. I didn’t have many clothes, most of them really hid my body, which is what I wanted. I picked my usual black briefs. They are a little small on me. Sometimes I feel like they look like panties, but mom said she isn’t made of money and can’t just buy me new underwear just because I don’t like mine. Then I picked a pair of baggy jeans I found thrifting. They fit me great, but I’ve just started to wonder if they are women’s pants. And then I picked a white baggy tee shirt and a brown hoodie. 

I looked in the mirror and saw my hair was a mess. I brushed it and styled it to make it look nice. I was almost out of time, so I couldn’t really change, but I felt like I just looked girly. This didn’t give me much hope for my interview. I sat down in front of my computer, checked how I looked, and waited for the zoom to start. 

Suddenly appeared these two beautiful blond women on my screen. They both looked like women every man would fantasize about. They both had long blond hair with big beautiful curlers. Their makeup done perfectly with dark smokey eye, long lashes, and big pink glossy lips. The kind that most would call dick sucking lips. My little dick started to get hard, a whole half inch more, and not even that hard. You can’t even notice it in my pants. They both had sexy white button-up tops with the top buttons undone to show their cleavage. They looked like secretaries in a porno. And right at the top of their cleavage hung a small necklace with a Monster Energy logo.

“Hi there!” They both spoke in unison with pretty voices. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I cleared my throat and tried to answer back with the same enthusiasm. “Hi there!” I heard my voice back in my headphones and was frightened at just how similar I sounded to them. “I’m Haley!” “And I’m Hollie! We are so excited to talk with you!” They both seemed so cheerful! “I’m so excited to talk with you! Thank you for this interview opportunity! I’ve never had an interview before so I’m a little nervous!” I tried to match their excitement. But I was feeling very nervous. I’m not even talking to these women in person, but they are still the most beautiful women I’ve ever even talked to! I couldn’t believe this was real! 

“Oh that’s ok sweetie! Just be yourself! After all, we are looking for someone who’s personality will fit in with the rest of the girls. So why don’t we just dive right in! First tell us a little bit about yourself, and why you registered to win this contest.” Haley’s bubbly cheerful voice was comforting and encouraged me to open up and be honest. 

“Well, my name is Jaycee and I’m 18 years old. I’ve just graduated high school and I’m going to be attending college in Southern California this fall. I’m going there for a communications degree. I signed up for this contest because I thought it might help me get out of my shell. I’m kinda of a shy person, and I haven’t had many friends, pretty much all of them are girls. They and my mom encouraged me to grow and become my true self when I went off to college. And a mentor ship with such lovely ladies and a chance to travel seemed like a great opportunity for that! Haha, also it said the winner would get a new wardrobe and we aren’t exactly well off, so new clothes would help! Most of mine are from good Will and my underwear is so small that it looks like panties!” I laughed nervously, why the hell did I say that?!

The ladies laughed in return. “Yes, the winner will be going on an all expenses paid shopping trip with all of us monster girls! One of the requirements we have here at Monster is a dress code of its employees. We will make sure you look the part! I’m also glad to see you’ll be going to school. We also require our employees to be educated individuals. We also see that you marked yes when we asked if you already knew how to ride a motorcycle?” Hollie replied with just as much cheerfulness as Haley. It was nice to see they had such high standards.

“Yes, I learned how to ride when I got my license at 16. It is a cheaper way to get around, and like I said, we don’t have a lot of money, so it’s been very helpful!” I smiled, still nervous about taking to such beautiful women. “Oh that’s great to hear! Tell us a little bit more about your social life.” Hollie continued. “Well, like I said, I haven’t exactly been a social butterfly, I’m a bit more of a wall flower. I just get a little nervous. My gal friends have been trying to help me overcome that, but I still feel like I have room for improvement!” I tried to sound positive about my situation. 

“And earlier you stated that all of your friends are girls. Is that correct? Also, what has your dating life been like?” Haley sounded a little less cheerful and a little more serious. I didn’t expect them to dig so much into my personal life. “Yes, that’s correct. Grown up all my friends have been girls. I don’t know why exactly. They just pulled me into their group when I was young, and I have just fit right in. So I never gave it much thought. As for my dating life, well, I'm friends with all the girls, so I have never dated anyone. I just struggled to get the courage to ask, I guess.” I was kind of sad about what I was saying. 

“So you’ve never dated anyone? Boy or girl?” Haley asked with a real questioning tone. “No, no one. I haven’t even kissed someone.” I don’t know why I even added that! This is not going to help my chances, but I felt like I should be honest. I did think it was weird they asked if I'd dated boys, but I didn’t think much of it. “That’s ok!” Haley replied cheerfully, almost excited to hear the news that I was a virgin. “Well Hollie and I are both really excited about your interview so far. However, we do have just one more thing to do. You see, we have a physical standard here at Monster and we need to know our girls can meet that standard. So if you would like to continue, we will need to ask that we see you in just your underwear. Your smallest and tightest is best please.” Her cheerfulness gone, replaced with seriousness. 

Girls? It she must have misspoken. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. This would be the most reviled I’ve ever been to another person and they happen to be the two prettiest girls I’ve ever seen!! “Oh, I understand. I actually happen to be wearing them. Just give me one second please.” My voice shaky. I slowly pushed my chair back and stood up so my whole body was in the frame of the camera. It was weird watching me undress as these two gorgeous women stared at me. They were clearly studying their screens as I removed my shirt.

My two small fat lumps looking even more like small boobs. My small shoulders and rib cage going down to my tiny waist. As I slid my pants down, I reviled my wide hips, completing my hourglass figure. My skinny but shapely legs showing my overall feminine looking body. I felt so nervous and self conscious about my body. My little dick shrunk in my black underwear so much it was hardly even there at all. As I stepped out of my pants I heard “Oh, pretty!” from Hollie. Having female friends my whole life, it wasn’t weird hearing a girl say that to me. I got that stuff all the time. Actually, come to think of it, I’ve only ever been told that I was pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, stuff like that. Even from my own mom.

“Ok, can you slowly turn around for us, pause for like thirty seconds with your back to us, and then slowly turn to face us again.” Haley instructed cheerfully. I was so nervous standing in my room in nothing but my underwear as these beautiful women judged me! I slowly turned as instructed and stopped with my back to my screen. “Wow what a bubble butt!” I heard Hollie comment. “Yeah, most women would kill for your butt sweetie!” Haley added. This didn’t make me feel much better. I slowly turned again facing the girls, hoping it wasn’t obvious how red from embarrassment I was. 

“Aw, just so pretty! You have nothing to be nervous about, hun! You're so cute and small! The girls will love you! I think you’ll fit right in!” Hollie said so sweetly “I agree! Why don’t you get dressed, we are going to mute ourselves and talk real quick.” Added Haley. I was so nervous I was shaking as I put my clothes back on. I sat down and saw them talking and smiling. Then I heard Haley speak. “Jaycee, how would you like to join us monster girls!?” Her excitement was obvious and contagious. I couldn’t believe it!! “Oh wow! Really?!” I was in shock! 

“YES GIRL!” Hollie’s excitement was just as contagious! Haley was excited but focused “Now we are emailing you a contract to sign right now! We’ll get you all sorted out and probably have you out here as soon as you can! Now we’ll supply lodging as well as wardrobe, so you don’t need to pack much of everything! Also, please confirm that your sizes are correct.” She was excited but got right to business. “Now I have a flight for tomorrow evening, would that work for you?” Hollie was a little more serious. “Um, I think so! Sorry I'm still in shock!” I could hardly get out.

“Great! I’ll book it!” Hollie smiled. “Ok Jaycee, it’s sent over, check your email!” Haley seemed so excited. “Oh that’s fast! Yep, I got it!” I checked quickly and briefly read the legal contract. I then typed in my name and hit submit. “Ok I signed it!” I was so excited! “Great! we’ll have you sign the actual documents as soon as you get here! I’ll email your flight info as well as all the other things you need. Welcome to The Monster Energy Girl Experience!” Haley spoke with a huge smile. Her soothing, seductive voice just filled me with excitement! I can’t believe I was going to get to be with these beautiful women!

“Oh wow!! I’m so excited! Thank you so much!” I could hardly contain myself! As soon as we said our goodbyes, I jumped around my room! I was just in shock! I felt like I had been dealt a bad hand in life being so small and girly looking, never dating any girls, and finishing high school still a virgin, but now all of that is going to change! I’m going to get to hang out and sleep with the monster energy girls and their friends for all of college!! I might be the luckiest guy to ever live! 

My mother was excited for me, a little confused as to why exactly they wanted me there. She didn’t understand why the monster girls would want a guy there, but she was happy I was happy. She offered to help me pack, but I knew I didn’t need to bring much. I packed a few changes of clothes, and my toiletries. I wasn’t sure what else I would need. I got an email from The Monster Energy Girls later that evening with complete information on my flight, who will be picking me up, where I’ll be going, and the address I’ll be staying at. 

I looked the place up on Google street view. I couldn’t believe it! It was this large hilltop mansion in NewPort that overlooked the ocean! It was so beautiful! It had a swimming pool and everything! I noticed in the email I was going to be living there with at least 2 hot girls! Wow, two smoking hot babes are going to be my roommates in a huge mansion that I don’t have to pay for!! This really is a dream come true!

I could hardly sleep that night. I laid there, excited to sleep. I was thinking about how beautiful those girls were. I couldn’t believe they were real! As I thought about them my small hand wanders down to my little dick, I was hard, well, as hard as I can get. It never really gets that hard, and only grows about a half inch more. Yep, I’m only a inch and a half at my biggest and hardly even hard. But that embarrassment didn’t stop me that night. I couldn’t believe it, I was going to get to loose my virginity to those girls! 

As I pictured their hair, lips, makeup, the outfits, they were just so sexy! I thought about them getting down on their knees and unbuttoning my pants, pulling down my underwear. Before I could even picture them doing anything more, after just a few seconds of my slim index finger and thumb lightly, hardly, moving up and down my dick, I came, dribbling a few drops of cum onto my tummy. My head exploded with ecstasy! I laid there naked, cum still on my hand and tummy, lightly holding my dick pinched between my two fingers as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I almost jumped out of bed when my alarm sounded. I was just filled with energy and excitement! I spent the morning getting the final things ready and texted my closest friend, Jessy, that I’d be leaving for Southern California today. She was surprised, and asked why I was leaving so soon. I told her all about the MEGE and sent her a link to the contest. “Oh wow! I’m surprised you applied to this! But I guess you’ve probably always been in your shell, I’m glad that this will be a chance for you to come out and finally be your true self! I’ll have to visit you when I move there near the end of summer! Can’t wait to see the new you girl!” I was so glad to see she was happy for me! Maybe after this my old friends won’t see me as just another girl in the group. Maybe they will finally see me as a guy! 

My mom drove me to the airport, she gave me a big hug and promised to visit before I started school! Also, if I could also send her the link to the contest, just so she could better explain to her friends and co-workers about what it was I’d be doing. I hugged her again and left to get on my flight. Security was easy with only my small carry-on bag of possessions. As I waited for my flight, I sent my mom the link. I also saw a text from an unknown number saying it was from Haley, that she would be waiting for me at the airport with Hollie and Kayla. I was very excited. I told them I was getting on the plane and couldn’t wait to see them!

After boarding, I put my phone on airplane mode, put on some headphones and relaxed for my flight to LAX. I woke up to the flight attendant gently rocking me. “Pardon me mis, but we are about to land, can you please put your chair up?” She spoke cheerfully. I hate to admit it, but I’ve gotten used to being mistaken as a girl, I can’t wait for this to stop! “Sure thing.” I spoke back kindly with a half smile, trying not to show that it still hurts to be mistaken as a girl. “You have such pretty hair! I hated to wake you, you looked just like a princess!” Her compliment intended to make me feel better, but just made it feel worse. “Oh, that’s so kind of you to say. You look beautiful too!” My mother told me not to correct people when they are being nice and to always compliment them in return. Once I get these hot monster girls I bet things will change, I thought.

As soon as we landed and I left the plane, I turned airplane mode off. I got a bunch of texts from my mother, they mostly look like emotional stuff. I also saw the messages from Haley telling me they were there and waiting for me by the baggage claim. I was too excited to meet them to look at what my mom had said. I’ll read it later.

I hurried to the baggage claim and there they were, three of the most beautiful women I had ever seen! They were all wearing different outfits, but all very sexy. Haley had a patent black four inch pump, her long smooth sexy legs hardly covered by a short leather pencil skirt. A white button up blouse, the top buttons undone so you could see her sexy cleavage. Her blouse was sheer enough that you could see her black lace push-up bra underneath. Around her neck and right about her cleavage was a necklace that had the Monster Energy logo on it. Her blond hair was up in a big high bun. She looked like a sexy secretary or librarian. 

Hollie was wearing 6inch platform pumps, her smooth bear legs also looking incredibly long under her short leather circle skirt. She had a white spaghetti strap crop top on that also showed off her great cleavage. Her hair was up in a high pony tail, with her shiny blond hair flowing down in big sexy curls. She too wore the same necklace. Her small, perfectly manicured hands gently holding a sign that said my name “Jaycee” in cute pink letters with hearts and kisses around it. It was pretty girly but I guess these are girly girls! 

Kayla was wearing 4 inch black leather thigh high boots. Showing off a small amount of her smooth legs before getting it to her very small, very tight, black leather shorts. She was also wearing a white crop top with one inch straps, her cleavage was also very visible. Her brown hair she wore down in big sexy curls. She also wore the same necklace and all three women had matching makeup. All had big ,sexy, DSL that were light pink and almost dripping with lip gloss. The kind of lips every guy would fantasize about. They had a dark smokey eye and long fake lashes. Their eyebrows arched to perfection. They were the stuff of fantasies. 

I saw them before they saw me. They made me stop dead in my tracks. My jaw dropped. At first I didn’t even notice it was them, then I saw their necklaces and couldn’t believe these goddesses were the girls I was going to be with! My dick getting as hard as I can, but not even noticeable in my pants. They then spotted me,”Jaycee!!” Hollie exclaimed! All the girls jumping with excitement, their boobs bouncing as they did. They ran over to me, their heels clicking loudly, drawing the attention of everyone near by. Their smiling perfect faces rushed at me as they surrounded me and stared hugging me. Their boobs almost in my face from the height of their heels, my arms wrapping around their tiny waist just above their leather clad butts. For that moment, I was in heaven. My dick hard, and desperate to cum.

“We are so happy to meet you!!” They all told me. “I’m so happy to meet you too! And to be here!” Our excitement hardly contained. “I’m Hollie!” She said with cheerfulness that just made you smile. “She's the flirt!” Kayla added, “It's true, I just can’t help myself!” Hollie said proudly. “I’m Haley, I’m so happy to have you be apart of our team!” Haley spoke with an excited and seductive voice. “She’s the boss.” Kayla added quickly. “I’m Kayla! I’m the fun one!” She laughed. “I’m Jaycee! I’m so excited about this opportunity!” I didn’t even try to hide my excitement. 

“Well, let’s head to the car! We have plenty of time to learn all about each other!” Haley suggested. We started to walk, two girls on my right and one on my left, before I knew it, they put their arms around my waist. I naturally, without thinking, did the same in return. There I had just landed in LA and I was walking out in a row of sexy women, yep, I got so lucky! 

We got into the car and I put my stuff in the back. I sat down with Haley in the back seat while Hollie drove. She pulled out her purse that they had kept in the car some papers and a pen. “Here’s your contract. When your ready, sign here, here, initial there, and then sign here.” She was so sweet. Without reading a thing, I signed it. “Great! You're now apart of the Monster Energy Girls Experience! So, what we are going to do is, we are first going to go to your new home! Hollie and Kayla live there. They all make great roommates, after all your getting my old room! You’ll love it! It’s a beautiful house. I lived there until they promoted me! I now live a short drive away in Huntington, I was able to get my own place.” She spoke so bubbly. 

“Oh that’s great! I can’t believe I’ll have such pretty roommates!” I just felt like everything just kept getting better! We talked and talked as we slowly made our way in the traffic. The girls were so sweet, cheerful, funny, smart, and sexy! It felt like a dream. 

Arriving at the house, I was even more surprised. It was even bigger and nicer than I thought. It was two stories, had modern architecture and had a huge garage for 8 cars! The front door was massive and it looked straight at the back wall, which was completely made of glass! It had a beautiful view of the ocean in the distance. The large living room was very simple and nicely decorated. A large L-shaped white leather couch, a small glass coffee table under a huge TV. It opened up further to a large space with a pool table by the back wall. The wall on your right was simple with glass stairs leading up to the second story. The kitchen was also large and very open. With the large dinning table in a very open space near the back wall.

The huge back glass wall was incredible, and had two glass doors, one on each side. There was a large fire pit, a BBQ, lots of lounge chairs, a large pool and a hot tub! As well as a in-ground trampoline on one side and a small patch of grass on the other. 

Heading up the glass stairs were six bedrooms! Even though only three of us living there. One was a girl who had just left Monster and the other two were guest rooms. Each very large, all with their own bathrooms with both a shower and separate bath! The walk in closets were huge! You could put hundreds of clothes and shoes in them! The four back rooms were all identical in layout and shared the same, full size, all glass wall as the downstairs! Each with its own door opening to a full-length balcony with some lounge chairs. This doesn’t leave much of any privacy for someone in their room and someone on the balcony, they can just walk right by and look in. But it does at least give you some privacy from most of the backyard below. 

The two guest rooms were in the front, each slightly smaller than the four in the back. There was also a small common space between them that also had a small TV as well as a small couch. The whole building was stunning, lightly decorated, and overall screamed wealth. It was beautiful. My room was the second to last room. I could hardly breathe as they took me through the house, and when they showed me my room I thought I might faint! This had all been so overwhelming! 

Entering my room, you walked down a small hallway and saw a huge bed off to the right, two small night stands on each side. A desk with a computer on it was on the other side, with a large TV above it. The bathroom and closet door were next to each other on the front wall, to your right, after the hallway. 

“Wow, I just can’t believe this is real!” I could hardly contain myself. This dream only kept getting better! “Isn’t it lovely?” Hollie spoke softly. “This was my old room. The sunsets are so stunning from here!” Haley said proudly. “I can’t wait to see it!” I really couldn’t believe this was happening to me! “And these beds are big enough for a few people!” Hollie said with a little wink in her eye. “It’s true! But Hollie would know all about that! She often has more than one boy toy over at a time!” Kayla laughed playfully. Hollie smiled and said, “Dont even act like I’m the only one that does that, Kayla!” looking at me and laughing, “We’ve all done it, at least a few times!”

“Don’t worry, the walls are pretty much sound proof.” Haley winked at me. “That way you won’t have to worry about being too loud when you have some people over!” She smiled flirtously. I can’t believe it! I get to live in this beautiful house with these beautiful, sexy, slutty girls! I’m going to get to fuck them so much!! I just blushed at her response and was glad my baggy pants made it so you couldn’t tell I was getting hard. 

Haley smiled, she could tell I was shy about that. After all, they knew I was a virgin. “So tonight we are going to take it easy, we have a big day for you tomorrow. I’m going to leave, and the girls will give you time to unpack what little you have, and familiarize yourself with the place. Then they will order whatever you’d like for dinner and just eat here and chill. I’ll be working out later with some of the other girls. If you’d like to join, just text me. How we look is an important part of our job, so exercise is an important part of our job too! We don’t care when you do it, just that you do. Tomorrow we will all meet up early, around 8 or so. You’ll get to meet most of everyone else then. Then it’s a long day of unpacking what clothes we have already got for you as well as some of your uniforms. Then we’ll all go to the salon, mani petit, some shopping to get more clothes and whatever else, and then dinner with some of the riders, executives, people like that. How does that sound? If you have any questions you can ask Hollie.” She spoke with such excitement!

“Wow, sounds like a busy but fun day! That sounds great! I ran track in high school, so I don’t mind exercise! This has all just been so incredible! Thank you so much! I feel like this is a fairytale! Like I’m a..” I paused for a second to think. “Princesses!? right!? I just can’t believe it either!” Hollie cheerfully added. I didn’t want to be rude, so I just agreed with her. After that, all the ladies left my room. 

I took my time to explore it, the bed was super comfortable. The computer looked nice and new, so did the TV. I walked into the closet. There must have been at least two hundred hangers! As you walked in there were drawers on the whole right wall, then lots of hanging space along the rest. Most had a top and bottom rack in the middle of the wall, so you could hang twice as much, but then there were some sections that took up both spaces for things like long coats, or I guess, since this was for ladies', long dresses too. Not that I would hang any of those. And then at the other side was a full-length mirror. All round the bottom, top, and with columns throughout were cubbies to put shoes in, enough for what looked like 50 shoes at least! I couldn’t believe it! I had the one pair on my feet. I had a few tee shirts, one extra hoody in addition to the one I was wearing. Two other pairs of pants, five pairs of socks and briefs. That was it. After putting them away, they took up so little room that the closet looked even bigger. My guess as to how many clothes this holds might be even more! Well it’s great that I don’t have to pay for any more clothes! I did notice in the back there were some very girly luggage and hand bags. Some of them had the Monster logo. I guess they were provided by Monster to the girls and Haley left them. Some were just normal, cute-looking purses. I’ll tell Haley about it tomorrow.

After I got unpacked, I met up with Hollie and Kayla to talk about what they wanted for dinner. We decided to have tacos delivered. As we sat on the couch watching the bachelor, eating and talking, I felt like I was with my old friends. Except, these girls are much prettier, and the view out the window is incredible. The girls were telling me all about themselves and the other girls. They kept saying they were so glad I was one of them now, and that I’d fit right in with the girls. And then Hollie said that I’m going to make such a great Monster Girl, I was a little confused, but she must have just misspoke.  

After dinner, we watched the show a little bit longer and gossiped some more. Then Haley texted that she was coming to pick us up to work out. I realized that I didn’t have any workout clothes. Both girls were so nice and offered to wear something they had, and that tomorrow we’ll make sure to pick me up my own. I didn’t really want to cross dress in front of these hot girls. I was hesitant and trying to be polite, but they were very insistent. Both girls dragged me up to the common area and left into their rooms and brought out several options. Leggings, crop tops, shorts, long sleeve tops, shoes, and sports bras even! 

They must just be playing around. They also really seemed like they wanted me to join them to work out. I didn’t want to disappoint them, but I also didn’t want to wear girls' clothes either! I’m self-conscious about my body looking girly enough. The last thing I need to do is dress like a girl too! I picked a white “baggy” long sleeve top, black “baggy” running shorts, and a pair of white running shoes with pink accents. I wasn’t even sure if it was going to fit me! I took them and told the girls I’d go try them on and left for my room. 

I laid them out on the bed. They looked like a super cute, trendy, girly work-out clothes. Maybe it won’t actually look that way on me I thought. I took off my clothes, folded them neatly and put them in the closet. I slipped the long sleeve on over my head. The sleeves didn’t make it all the way to my wrists, they stopped about 2 inches shy. They showed off just how small and dainty my hands are. The sleeves weren’t skin tight, but they were tighter than I thought they would be. As I pulled it over my head and pulled my long hair out of it, I felt my stomach was still kind of cold. I looked down. Great, it’s a cropped top. And because it was kind of loose, my fat lumps on my chest made it look like I had small breasts and the shirt hung away from my body.

I just hope the shorts were better. I slid them up my legs. I wish I had body hair so my legs looked manly! The shorts were snug on my hips and butt and gave me a small wedge. The waist band hugged my waist perfectly, they fit like a glove. They flared out a little bit at the bottom so you couldn’t even tell I had a penis under them. It showed off my hourglass figure. I put on my white no-show socks and put on the shoes. They fit perfectly. I was scared to look in the full-length mirror by the hall leading into my room. OH MY GOD!! I look exactly like a chick! There is no way I can let the sexy girls see me like this!! 

“Come on Jaycee! Let’s go! Wow, you look so cute!! I’m so glad my clothes fit you so well! Come on!” both girls barged into my room. I jumped as the door flew open, and just froze there as they spoke, clearly rushed to leave. They started off leveling me just standing there. I felt so humiliated. I didn’t want them to see me. I guess it is too late now. “COME ON!” Yelled Kayla from outside the door. I just grabbed my phone and wallet and ran. I can’t believe this is happening to me! Maybe I can still play this off. 

I hurried into the waiting car full of gorgeous women. Haley, Hollie, and Kayla looking stunning in their workout clothes. I got in the back and the car started off. “You look so cute! I’m so glad our stuff fits you! Here I grabbed you a jacket just incase you get cold after. We’re going to grab these great protein smoothies!” Kayla handed me her cropped leather jacket. I put it on my lap, trying to hide my girly legs. 

We arrived at the gym and Haley told us that the other girls weren’t going to be able to make it tonight. I was so relieved that none of the other girls were going to see me this way! Our workout was pretty normal, we worked glutes, than core, then I ran a few miles on the treadmill. It was pretty normal and the girls were mostly focused on the workouts. Afterwards, we left to go get this great protein shake. It was so good, and Kayla was right, I was a little cold. I just slipped her jacket over my shoulders, but didn’t put my arms through the sleeves. As we stood there waiting for our drinks, this tall, good looking guy got his drinks, turned around, looked right at me and said as he walked past “Sup baby girl, you lookin fine.” I just froze like a deer in head lights.

I was so embarrassed, I can’t believe this guy thought I was a girl! This is not going to help me sleep with these girls! The girls, of course, thought it was so funny, with teasing “oo he likes you!” and winks. So embarrassing! That’s the same stuff the girls back home would do. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything, just hoping they would forget about it, and that we could go back to the house and I could get out of these girls' clothes!

Fortunately, as soon as we got our drinks we left, and I felt some relief as I got into my room and out of those clothes! I put them nicely folded on the sink in the bathroom, and started the shower. I put my hair up in a bun and got in. It was warm and soothing and seemed to melt the stress of the last few hours. Of course, the only soaps there were obviously for girls. I picked the least feminine one I could, toasted vanilla. Still pretty girly. I got out, wrapped the towel around me, and walked to my closet for my pajamas. I looked at the huge empty closet, something seemed like it was missing. OH MY GOD, MY CLOTHES!!! They were gone! They were all gone!! HOW!?!

I was about to run out of my room, and saw my body in the mirror with just the towel around my waist and felt like I didn’t look good. My little fat lumps on my chest looked too much like boobs for my liking and I rewarped the towel around my chest, just like a girl would do. I rushed out the hall and down to Hollie's room. I knocked lightly on the door, hopping not to make a scene. She opened her door wearing this lacy sheer night gown and seemed a little confused to see me standing there in a towel. In another sercomstanc this would have been the beginning of a fantasy for me. 

“Is everything ok Jaycee?” A little bit of concern in her voice, she could see on my face I was panicked. “MY CLOTHES! THERE MISSING!” I was almost yelling, I could believe what was happened. “What? That’s odd.” Hollie spoke as she walked past me to my room to see for herself. I followed her to double check I hadn’t imagined it. We both looked in the closet, seeing no trace of my clothes. Hollie checked the hamper, empty. 

“OK, let me tell Haley. But first let me get you something to wear, sweetie.” She headed off to her room, her short sheer nightgown hardly covering the bottom of her butt, not that it mattered because you could see her panties through the gown. I sat on my bed, confused as to what was happening to me. A short while later, Hollie arrived. In her hands were a small thing of clothes and her phone in the other. “Here go put this on, I texted Haley. We’ll see what she thinks.” She seemed helpful and confident we could figure it out. I took the clothes and walked into the bathroom.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your TV while we wait? I was right in the middle of my show.” I heard her speak from the other room. “Sure!” I thoughtlessly replied. I was too worried about wearing what she brought me. In my hands were black lace panties, and a black sheer and lacy nightgown, similar to what she was wearing. “I hope you don’t mind what I got for you! I don’t wear many plane clothes, it’s easier to always look hot if that’s all you own!” Hollie yelled over the sound of the TV from the other room. My heart sank. Not more girly stuff. At least just she’ll see me in this obvious woman’s lingerie. I sighed and put it on. Looking in the mirror didn’t make me feel any better, there wasn’t a single masculine thing about myself. I looked so much like a girl in a sexy nighty and no make up, I even could trick myself! My small bump in my panties not even noticeable through the sheer flowy nighty. 

I had to leave some time. I finally walked out expecting to be laughed at, but she hardly even looked over at me, her attention on her show. “That fits you great!” She commented nicely. Before looking back at her show, she was laying on my bed, relaxing, I guess it wasn’t her clothes missing. I sat on the edge of the bed nervously waiting for Haley’s text. Finally When her phone went off I almost jumped to see the reply...

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Under the Heng Gate - Chapter 12

Chapter 12 : I’ve never seen such a good deal before.

Another heavy snowfall had just ceased. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a reflection of his face in the basin of cool water.

After putting down the small knife used for shaving his chin, Fu Ting touched his neck. The wound had hardened, scabbing over. He lowered his head, adjusted his military attire, and took a seat at his desk.

Someone outside the door took small steps into the room. He looked up. It wasn’t Qichi coming to change his dressing, but a servant bringing his breakfast. He glanced outside again. The sky had brightened for a while now, and he would usually have left for the camp by this time. Today, however, he was still here.

A slight smile tugged at his lips. It seemed he had grown accustomed to her presence, seeing her come every day to tend to his wounds. He chuckled inwardly at the thought. At this realization, he rose immediately to fetch his horsewhip.

As he stepped out of the rear courtyard, he ran into Luo Xiaoyi.

"Third Brother, don't leave yet," Luo Xiaoyi hurried over, reaching out to stop him. "I have some good news for you."

Fu Ting stopped in his tracks.

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Qichi had woken up late that day. Thinking the man must have already left, she walked to the study hall only to find the door open. Lifting her skirt slightly, she stepped inside, and the man immediately turned to look at her. Luo Xiaoyi stood beside him.

She glanced at them, then made a gesture to leave. "It seems you two have matters to discuss. I'll excuse myself," she said, turning away.

Luo Xiaoyi hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, you are my third brother’s person. There’s no need for you to leave. You can stay if you wish."

Qichi looked at Fu Ting, who stood there in his neatly fitted military attire, his eyes still on her, saying nothing. Taking this as his consent, she walked in.

As she passed by him, intentionally or not, she rose on tiptoe to check the wound on his neck. The most severe part had already developed new flesh, tinged red, clearly healing well. She thought to herself that he probably didn’t need her anymore and discreetly put away the new ointment she had brought.

He seemed to notice, turning his head slightly towards her. She had already taken two steps away, gathered the hem of her clothes, as she knelt at the woven mat.

Fu Ting turned to Luo Xiaoyi. Before he could ask anything, Luo Xiaoyi called out towards the door. One of his soldiers came in carrying a box, placed it on the table before exiting.

Fu Ting glanced at the box. "What is this?"

Luo Xiaoyi lifted the lid, presenting its contents. "Third Brother, take a look. It’s flying cash."

Fu Ting lowered his head to look. He reached in with a hand, flipping through the stack. It was indeed flying cash[1], and quite a thick stack at that. These were vouchers that could be exchanged for real silver. It wasn’t a small amount.

"Where did this come from?" he asked.

Luo Xiaoyi explained, "When the refugees outside the city caused trouble, many businesses were affected. I sent people to stabilize the situation and maintained order for several days. Now that their trade routes are clear, these merchants offered this flying cash voluntarily as military funds out of gratitude."

Fu Ting furrowed his brows but said nothing.

Seeing no immediate response, Luo Xiaoyi continued, "What’s on your mind, Third Brother? We badly need these funds to cover our deficits. Isn't this timely money?"

Fu Ting finally spoke, "I’ve never seen such a good deal before."

Merchants were profit-driven; why would they suddenly offer money voluntarily?

Luo Xiaoyi was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered, saying, "Consider it extra taxes. The situation in the north hasn't completely stabilized yet, and only these merchants have surplus money. Spending to bolster the military is a way to ensure their own safety. It’s a common sense act."

He glanced at his sister-in-law, internally grumbling. Of course there wouldn't be such good fortune. Thank goodness you married such a capable wife.

Qichi sat there, picking up an orange from a lacquered tray on the table. These oranges had been bought at a high price and shipped from the south just because Li Yan had a craving for them. She had even asked Xinlu to place some in the study hall, but the man had yet to touch one. She peeled the orange slowly, as if she hadn’t heard their conversation at all.

Fu Ting rested his hand on his waist, pacing slowly while staring at the box. His journey to this point had been forged through careful steps; he never trusted luck. Seeing such a huge stroke of luck lay before him, he couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

Luo Xiaoyi continued to observe his expression and glanced at his sister-in-law, who appeared genuinely uninterested in their conversation. With a resigned sigh, he said, "Anyway, I’ve already agreed to accept it. Whether you want it or not, there is nothing I can do."

Fu Ting’s face darkened. "Then why did you come to tell me?"

Luo Xiaoyi grinned, "You’re the Grand Protector. If I don’t tell you, who should I tell?"

He then turned to Qichi, "Sorry to make you laugh at me, Sister-in-law."

Qichi held a segment of orange between her fingers, raising her head. "I wasn’t really paying attention to what you were saying."

Luo Xiaoyi laughed, "Indeed, these military matters are quite dull. Don't worry about it, Sister-in-law. Just think of it as a jest between Third Brother and me."

After exchanging polite pleasantries, Luo Xiaoyi glanced at Fu Ting, "Talk to your wife, Third Brother. I’ll wait outside."

With that, he left, leaving the box behind.

Only then did Fu Ting turn his head back. She was still sitting there, peeling the orange, showing no sign of interest in their discussion. He thought perhaps it wasn’t wise to speak of military matters in her presence. If she learned about the situation in the military, what face would he have left?

Qichi pressed the orange segment to her lips but lowered it when she saw him looking at her. "I see your wound is healing well," she said.

Fu Ting touched his neck. "It has scabbed over."

She stood up, knowing he was about to leave. Walking up to him, she took the horsewhip from the side and tucked it into his belt.

Fu Ting lowered his head, watching as her hand slipped the horsewhip into his belt. The belt was tight, and she used both hands to push the whip in, her fingers pressing firmly against his waist. He caught the familiar scent of her hair, his eyes moving to the pale expanse of her neck.

"Then I suppose I don’t need to come every morning and evening anymore," she suddenly said.

Fu Ting realized she was still talking about the wound. The woman in front of him suddenly lifted her head, a hint of a smile in her eyes. "It seems like I've gotten used to it. I wonder if you have too."

He pressed his lips together, unsure how to respond under her gaze. Thinking back, it seemed he had indeed grown accustomed to it.

But she appeared unconcerned, removing her hands and saying, "Alright, off you go."

Fu Ting adjusted the horsewhip at his waist, feeling as if the soft, tender touch was still lingering there. Realizing he had been staring at her for too long, he finally moved his feet.

"Wait," Qichi called out to him.

Fu Ting turned back and saw her pointing at the box on the table. "Are you leaving the money behind?" she asked.

He walked over and picked it up, cradling it in one arm, and headed for the door. Before stepping out, he looked back at her. "Were you not paying attention to what we were saying?" he asked, echoing her earlier words.

Qichi met his gaze. He stood tall and handsome, his eyes darker and deeper than most,  and they were now fixed intently on her. She found herself momentarily lost, then averting her eyes, her fingers tugging at her sleeve. "Mm," she murmured.

Fu Ting knew from her averted face that she had heard everything clearly. With a faint smile playing on his lips, he fell silent for a moment before turning and leaving.

Outside the mansion, Luo Xiaoyi was already waiting there, holding the horse's reins, a troop of soldiers waiting in the distance. Fu Ting approached and took the reins from him. Luo Xiaoyi, rubbing his hands and blowing into them for warmth, joked, "What private conversation did you have with Sister-in-law that kept me waiting so long?"

What kind of private conversation is it if it can be said out loud? He tossed the box to Luo Xiaoyi, mounted his horse. Luo Xiaoyi caught it steadily and then got back to business. "To be honest, Third Brother, I've already sent people ahead to prepare the payroll. We're just waiting for the money in this box to make up the shortfall."

In other words, they needed to use the money in the box.

Fu Ting drew his horsewhip. "Next time, if you act before seeking permission, I'll have you beheaded," he threatened.

"Of course, there won't be a next time," Luo Xiaoyi quickly assured him. Then, he pulled out a cloth from his pocket, carefully wrapped the box, tied it to his chest, and mounted his horse. With a wave, he led the men off to exchange the flying cash for silver.

Inside, Qichi was already seated at her dressing table. It had been a long time since she had spent so much money. The last time she spent so much was years ago, helping her brother pay tribute to the imperial family. She held a ledger in one hand and a brush in the other, making several marks before closing it and handing it to Qiushuang.

Qiushuang, noticing the smile on her master's face, asked curiously, "Master, you’ve clearly spent so much money, yet you seem so happy. It's as if you've made a profit instead of spending money."

Qichi laughed softly. "It's worth the cost, naturally I'm happy."

Spending money on that man was always worth it. He's a general holding immense military power, though his current predicament was just a temporary setback. If money can solve the problem, why not spend it?

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Distributing the military payroll took quite some time. Luo Xiaoyi, having resolved a major issue, felt relieved. By evening, he shamelessly followed Fu Ting back to his residence to freeload food and drink. He thought to himself that having helped his sister-in-law with this task and aiding his third brother, he was undoubtedly a hero and deserved a good drink with his third brother tonight.

As they entered the mansion, they happened to meet Li Yan finishing his studies. The young lord, dressed in a brocade robe, emerged from the courtyard, carrying several books in his hands. Luo Xiaoyi couldn't pretend not to see him, so he clasped his fists and greeted him. "Young lord."

Li Yan glanced at him then shifted his gaze to the person behind him, calling out, "Uncle."

Fu Ting, having just handed his horse to a servant, turned and nodded at him.

Seeing his uncle like this again, Li Yan remembered his aunt saying this was how he always was. Unsure of what to say, he simply returned the greeting and left. Luo Xiaoyi, turning to Fu Ting, said, "Third Brother, this young lord is quite interesting. Despite me offending him, he never gives me the cold shoulder. It must be thanks to Sister-in-law's good teaching."

Fu Ting gave him a look, realizing he didn't know when Luo Xiaoyi had gotten so close to Li Qichi, calling her sister-in-law more frequently than anyone else. "He is a young lord after all," he replied.

Luo Xiaoyi, thinking far ahead, sighed, "If only Sister-in-law had reunited with you earlier, you'd likely have children running around by now. I might even be able to take them horse riding."

Fu Ting's thoughts flashed to the woman's snow-white neck and her soft hands. He thought to himself that they hadn't even been intimate, let alone have children. He threw his horsewhip to Luo Xiaoyi. "Go warm yourself by the fire," he said.

Luo Xiaoyi caught it and grinned sheepishly as he walked away.

Just as Luo Xiaoyi left, a servant came to report that a merchant had come to see General Luo. When he went to exchange the flying cash for silver during the day, he hadn't gotten the full amount and had left in haste. Now he was back to invite the general to retrieve the remainder.

Fu Ting thought for a moment and ordered the servant to bring his horse out again. He didn't call for Luo Xiaoyi; he decided to go himself.

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Luo Xiaoyi, meanwhile, had been warming himself by the fire for a long time, his stomach growling with hunger, yet his third brother still hadn't returned. Unable to wait any longer, he decided to go out and check. As he stepped outside, he bumped into Xinlu.

She said, "My master knows you're here and haven't eaten yet. She's already prepared food and will have it brought over soon."

Luo Xiaoyi felt grateful; his sister-in-law was indeed considerate. He increasingly felt that his third brother had married the right person.

Just as Xinlu was delivering the dishes, someone strode in. Luo Xiaoyi looked up, delighted. "Third Brother, you're just in time for dinner."

Fu Ting scanned the room, grabbed Luo Xiaoyi by the collar and dragged him outside. The servants were startled and quickly moved aside.

Luo Xiaoyi was equally startled, but didn't dare resist. His Third Brother was tall and strong, easily dragging him out. Once they reached the corridor, Fu Ting released him.

Luo Xiaoyi stood there, bewildered. "What's wrong, Third Brother?"

Fu Ting asked, "Where did the money come from?"

Luo Xiaoyi was taken aback. "I told you, from the merchants."

Fu Ting's voice turned cold. "Then why were so many flying cash vouchers deposited in the same private vault on the same day?"

Luo Xiaoyi knew he was in trouble. He hadn't expected Fu Ting to discover this. He had warned his sister-in-law that his third brother wasn't easy to deceive.

Fu Ting didn't waste words. "Choose one yourself, face the military stick[2] or tell the truth."

Notes: [1] 飞钱 (fēiqián): Flying cash, an ancient Chinese form of promissory note or voucher. [2] 领军棍 (lǐngjūn gùn): Military stick, used as a punishment tool in ancient Chinese militaries.

[orjange]

Chain Reaction

Rating: General Audiences Category: F/F Fandom: Ultraman Geed Language: English Ships: Toba Laiha/Aizaki Moa Characters: Toba Laiha, Aizaki Moa, Asakura Riku, Zena Tags: Compulsory Heterosexuality, Fluff, Minor Injuries Words: 3,198 No additional warnings.

This fic was part of the Tokusatsu Femslash Ficathon 2019, gifted to ao3 user Ozuttly!

Summary:

Moa realizes that her feelings for Laiha aren't those of jealousy after the two of them find themselves in quite the unusual circumstances.

Moa loves Riku, right? He's a guy, as well as one of the most important people in her life, so clearly it has to be love. That's what her friends in high school had told her anyway, after asking her about the boy she was sometimes seen with. They all had boyfriends, so it is only natural for Moa to like boys as well, isn't it?

But Riku doesn't make Moa's chest feel tight and doesn't make her stomach weird, like an ant's nest. Laiha does. She had interpreted this feeling as jealousy at first. Laiha is always around Riku, and all that. And Moa is in love with him, so she has to hate Laiha for taking him away from her.

The turning point comes when, one day, Moa finds herself daydreaming about Laiha's muscular body, her beautiful eyes, her soft-looking lips, her sharp tongue… The realization makes Moa feel hot and cold all over, her face flushed in embarrassment.

She has never really fantasized about someone this way, with the exception of perhaps famous athletes, which is probably normal - She stops her train of thought there, her phone ringing tirelessly as she rushes to pick it up. It’s work.

Being part of the Alien Investigation Bureau, it's her job to discreetly investigate extra-terrestrial crime in the city, not that it's rampant - humans commit several times as many crimes, of course - so Moa finds her job to be not nearly as taxing as what she imagines police work to be like. The general concern with alien crime on earth, is that humans will take these few incidents to represent the entirety of every extra-terrestrial society combined, when in reality quite the opposite is the case.

So, she is on her way to one of those missions when she comes across Laiha out of nowhere and of course Moa has to say hello, because that’s common courtesy, but she finds herself stuttering helplessly instead.

Laiha looks confused, one brow raised, her beautiful eyes squinting just a little bit. She is rightfully confused, Moa is the type to chatter endlessly, like a waterfall. This is clearly so unlike her. So Moa gets out her phone and points to it, her hands shaking. “I gotta go! My superior is calling!” She shouts and bolts off, surprisingly fast for someone in a suit skirt, Laiha notes.

Laiha stifles a snicker. “Her phone wasn’t even ringing.”

Well, that was quite embarrassing, Moa thinks, her heart-rate at an all-time high. She’s leaning against a wall, breathing heavily as she tries to calm herself down. It’s all fine, she tells herself, and realizes that her main concern is with Laiha’s impression of her. Which is odd, isn’t it? Quite odd. “What if she thinks I’m weird…” Moa says to the wall she’s propped up against. The wall doesn't answer. But then again, why does it even matter if Laiha thinks she’s weird? Not that Moa is never concerned about how other people think of her, but never this much. And she’s never failed so spectacularly at simply greeting an acquaintance. Moa is quite sociable overall, she rarely has trouble speaking to anyone, so why-

“Aizaki.”

Moa freezes. Mr. Zena’s voice. She slowly turns her head, immediately reminded of her original objective. She has a job to do. Oh god. She’s late. And where even is this place. She must’ve gotten lost. Oh no.

“Mr. Zena.” She says, clearly a bit intimidated by his sudden appearance, but not at all surprised that he managed to find her.

“You’re just on time.” He says, stone-faced as usual. He is so hard to read.

“No, no, I’m like ten minutes late! I’m so sorry Mr. Zena! I’m really so sorry!” She bows rapidly.

“I know, I was being sarcastic.” He is so hard to read.

“Fortunately, we still have more than enough time.”

Moa can feel herself relax a little. “The first good news of the day…” She murmurs. Zena points to their AIB car. “Let’s go.”

They arrive at a worn out and abandoned industrial building, weeds covering the ground and even some of the walls. All the windows are smashed, as is usual for these kinds of places. Behind the building, Moa can see the sun setting slowly, tinting everything orange. She is used to situations like this, in theory, but it’s still a little intimidating each time. She runs the facts through her head to prepare. According to intel from an informant, a group of rogue Dadas has their hideout here. They’ve committed various minor offenses from littering to petty theft, with their worst crime reportedly being the abduction of a pet cat, the disappearance of which was reported to the police a few days ago.

Overall they don’t really compare to other crime groups Moa has encountered in her work so far. In fact, she’s willing to say they’re more like a group of teenage delinquents. Though they would probably have her head for that. Dadas tend to be very particular and methodical about their random acts of criminal activity, as far as she knows. Intentional chaos, as Mr. Zena had once called it.

So, everything goes fine at first. They check their surroundings, find the Dadas, make sure they’re unarmed, that all of the members are accounted for and wait for the right moment to strike. Everything should go smoothly.

Moa and Zena are getting their guns ready, taking slow steps towards where the Dadas are sitting and chatting, and- And… And suddenly there’s a large log in Moa’s way. A log that she notices far too late. So, crying out in surprise, she falls face-forward onto a pile of rocks. She can hear loud voices and the shuffling of feet, then her vision goes dark.

She wakes up again on the backseats of the car, her head covered in bandages. She groans, rubbing her forehead. “Guh… My head…” It feels like her brain is trying to escape her skull, forcefully pressing against the bone. It takes her a second to remember what had happened. “Oh no.” She sits up rapidly, much to her head’s dismay. She hisses and closes her eyes, the pain shooting through her temples. To top it all off, she’s also feeling extremely dizzy.

“Aizaki?” Zena’s voice comes from the driver’s seat. Moa just kind of grunts in response, feeling too sluggish to speak.

“I’m driving you to the hospital.”

Moa nods, even though Zena can’t see her. “W-what about…The…”

“They got away.”

Moa grits her teeth. “I keep-… I keep…” She can’t help but tear up. “You could’ve… Left me…” She says without thinking.

“You’re more important.”

Moa can’t follow those words up with anything. Zena doesn’t lie. Zena is more responsible than her.

Riku visits her in the hospital with a bag of sweets. With Laiha apparently deciding to tag along as well, and Moa has never felt more embarrassed before. “I had no idea that being an insurance salesperson was such a dangerous profession…” Says Riku, concern in his voice.

“Riku… It’s just a minor concussion… And I just stumbled over a log of wood. Also - I’m getting discharged tomorrow…”

She dares not to meet Laiha’s eyes, fearing the awkwardness of it.

“Still - thank you for visiting me…” She holds up the bag of sweets. “I do love sweets."

Riku smiles, gesturing to the side. “Laiha helped pick them out!” Moa could swear that she could see Laiha elbowing Riku in the side from the corner of her eye.

She nods and turns to Laiha, awkwardly, and smiles. “Thank you, Laiha.”

Laiha looks a bit surprised. “…Sure.”

Moa melts just a little bit.

And she realizes that Riku's presence does not make her heart jump, or her palms sweaty. Laiha's does.

After getting released from the hospital again, Moa is fired up. Sure, she’s supposed to rest for a few more days, as strenuous activity could have negative consequences, but this isn’t the time to be worrying about minor things. The Dada delinquents are still on the loose, and it’s Moa’s fault. She’s not allowed to go back to work, at least not officially, so…

“That’s a horrible idea. Genuinely.” Laiha’s words bring tears to Moa’s eyes. “Maybe you hit your head harder than they thought?” She adds and takes another sip from her mango lassi.

“Laihaaa…” Moa cries. “You’re my only hope!! I need to catch them… It’s all my fault that they got away!”

“Listen, it’s not my job to take care of things like this. It’s-”

“…Mine…” Moa sighs and slumps back into her chair, her iced coffee untouched. She’s pouting.

Taking another sip from her mango lassi, Laiha musters Moa with an almost judgemental look. “Why are you asking me anyway? I thought you don’t like me.”

Moa sits up straight again. “That’s right! Wait I mean, I don’t not like you… Anyway you’re the strongest person I know. With the exception of Zena, but I obviously can’t ask him!”

Laiha raises both brows. “What about Riku.”

“First of all, he doesn’t know about AIB… Second of all…” Moa averts her eyes.

Laiha sighs and nods. “True. He can’t even lift 50 kilos.”

“…and you can!?” Moa’s eyes go wide and she finds herself staring at Laiha’s biceps. Again.

“Obviously.” Laiha’s muscles flex a little bit, perhaps subconsciously.

Moa turns red, and finally takes a sip of her iced coffee.

They meet up at night at a big tree just outside of town. Through some prior investigating, Moa has found out about the Dada delinquents’ new hiding place. An abandoned house in the woods, a few yards from here.

Moa almost cries when Laiha actually turns up at the specified time, originally unsure if the other was really willing to go through with this or not. She takes Laiha’s hands into hers and thanks her, from the bottom of her heart. Laiha sighs, though she’s wearing a smile on her face regardless. “We haven’t even started yet.”

“Right!” Moa lets go of Laiha’s hands and excitedly grabs a piece of paper from her pocket. On it was a drawing of sorts, a few lines of text and a bunch of arrows.

“Basically, the plan is as follows…”

-

“…And then you want me to call the AIB? I thought you’re one of them.”

Moa shakes her head. “I mean, I am, but… I am off-duty…” She points to her bandaged forehead. “In fact, what I am doing is pretty illegal. If they were to find out… -”

“You’d be out of a job.” Laiha sighs and rubs her temples. “Then, isn’t this a really bad idea?”

“Yes, but… But… But…” Moa is flailing her arms around, hoping it’ll get her point across. “It’s because of me! The other day a parrot was reported missing - I know it has to have been their work, and it’s all because I went and got myself injured!” The wound stings.

Laiha clicks her tongue. “Okay - I get it already.” She grabs a flashlight from her bag, “Let���s go.”

Moa beams, overjoyed, and takes out her own flashlight from her cargo pants. She shuffles closer to Laiha and grabs hold of her arm, only to get a slightly sour look in response.

"What! I don't want either of us to get lost… Who knows what's lurking in the woods at night! Boars, bears, tanuki… Kaiju?!"

"…Kaiju?"

“…You never know.”

"Alright, alright. Whatever. Let's go already."

Moa nods, smiling widely.

They have to take an untrodden path, as anything else may expose them to the Dadas prematurely. So every step they take is calculated, lest they step on dry wood and make too loud a noise. Or worse, stumble over something. Never again , Moa tells herself.

At some point, they'd switched over to simply holding hands, for practical reasons of course.

Moa is trying her hardest not to jump a little whenever a small animal rushes past them, or a crow screams from atop a tree. Her grip around Laiha's hand briefly tightens each time though.

Twenty minutes have passed by the time they finally see the abandoned house, soft light shining from its windows. They can hear loud chattering coming from the inside, it sounded almost like a fight, but when it comes to Dada aliens it could really be anything.

Moa clenches her fist in determination. “Don’t worry, Asahi-chan and Tsuru-chan, we’re coming to save you.” She whispers, her fist shaking a little.

“What?” Laiha raises a brow in confusion.

“Oh, that’s what the parrot and the cat are called… You know, the ones these bastards abducted? Didn’t I tell you…?”

Laiha sighs. “I remember it distantly…”

Moa unintentionally raises her voice a little bit. “I can’t believe you forg-” Her mouth is covered by Laiha’s hand instantly. “ Moa .” She whispers sharply, agitation in her voice, and nervously looks over to the house.

Moa’s eyes widen and she nods, shrinking into herself. “Sorry…” Her voice is almost inaudible. “We should get this over with.”

Nothing goes wrong this time. Laiha and Moa overwhelm the group easily, knocking some of them out, simply disarming others and tying them all up in a neat circle. It’s over in a second, their resistance being lacking at best. Only one of them gives them some trouble, knocking down Moa and delivering a considerable blow to Laiha’s head. Considerable, but not enough to knock her out by any means. She returns the favor tenfold, making him lose consciousness immediately.

Now, with all the Dada aliens tied up, they have a chance to really look around. It’s a mess, to put it nicely, trash and contraband littered on the floor. Everything, from paper plates to TVs, was to be found here. Most of it taken apart or at least thoroughly inspected. And - one room over - the kidnapped pets, alive and well.

The cat - Tsuru - is cowering in a corner, presumably startled by the loud noises. A few cat toys are strewn across the room.

Asahi the parrot is calmly sitting in it’s cage, it’s colorful feathers fluffed up and it’s eyes half-lidded. It must have been asleep.

Moa sighs in relief, the mess in the other room having briefly made her imagine the worst. She's unbelievably glad they're both fine. "We're lucky the cat didn't eat that bird, you know." Laiha says, leaning against a wall.

Moa nods and bends down to pick up one of the toys. She walks over to the cat - not too close, but close enough - and wiggles the toy around.

"Hey Tsuru-chan… Check out this cute mouse. You wanna come get it? You wanna come catch it?" Tsuru just stares, her eyes darting back and forth between the moving toy and Moa.

Laiha watches the display fondly, her head throbbing a little bit from the earlier beating. It will surely swell, but it's not like this is the first time this has happened to her. She can deal.

Things could've easily turned out far worse, they clearly got lucky.

Tsuru is now chasing after the toy, instinct and playfulness winning over her initial suspicions and fear. Then she catches it in mid-air and lets herself fall onto her back, toy in mouth. This makes both Moa and Laiha chuckle. They watch as Tsuru bites and claws and kicks at the toy in the most adorable manner.

Then Moa remembers what they came here for and she abruptly gets up, startling Tsuru a bit.

She walks over to Laiha and pulls a bit of a sad face. "We have to go." Laiha nods. "I'll call in at the AIB."

After finishing the anonymous call to the AIB while standing outside the house, Laiha looks over at Moa. "You ready?" She asks, holding out her hand for the other to take. Moa nods happily and accepts the offer.

-

"'…after an anonymous call to the headquarters of the AIB, a few agents were sent over to check out the the place reported to be housing criminals. Inside, they came across the group of Dada aliens responsible for a few cases of theft, trespassing, loitering and pet kidnapping. They were all tied together and sitting in the center of a large collection of contraband. Some of them were found to be unconscious, those who weren't refused to speak, and still do. In a back room they found, alive and well, a cat as well as a parrot. Both confirmed to be pets that were reported as missing this month.'" Moa reads from her smartphone.

"Why does your superior write like a news reporter?"

Moa laughs. "I think it's all the reference he has."

Laiha and Moa are at that café again, Laiha getting her usual mango lassi, and Moa her favorite iced coffee.

Moa continues. "'We believe this to be an act of unnecessary vigilante justice committed by humans…'"

Laiha rolls her eyes.

"'but, as the group of criminals decided against pressing charges, we probably won't pursue the matter any further.' And then he tells me not to overexert myself, that I'm still healing… I'm fine! My head only hurts four times a day now!"

"He's right, you know. All that critical thinking isn't good if you're recovering from a concussion."

Moa frowns. "Anyway, do you think he knows?"

"Yeah." Laiha says with a slight smile. "Definitely."

Then Moa invites Laiha to her house, and to Moa's surprise she actually says yes.

They mostly sit around and watch samurai movies while eating spaghetti and drinking mango lassi they made together. It's nice and relaxed and… Familial. But Moa still feels her heart jump when their hands brush against each other on accident, when Laiha just so much as looks at Moa, or when Moa finds herself staring, or when Laiha nods off on Moa's shoulder while they’re sitting on the couch… Laiha is so beautiful. Her eyelashes, her soft skin, her silky hair… When Laiha smiles at Moa, the sun rises at night.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Moa is head over heels.

Laiha wakes up and tiredly rubs her eyes, her head resting on something comfortable. It takes her a moment to realize the position she's in. Her heartbeat quickens, and she realizes that she doesn’t want to move away.

So instead she moves closer to Moa, who looks at her now, her face clearly flushed.

A smile on her lips, Laiha takes hold of Moa's hand, interlacing their fingers. Both of their hands are sweaty and it almost feels a little gross, but most of all it feels right . Maybe cheesy romcoms are right about some things in life.

Laiha allows herself to drift back to sleep again, her head still comfortably resting on Moa's shoulder.

Moa is happy like this, finally confident in her feelings for Laiha. Riku is her little brother, she knows this now, and that's all she feels for him. Laiha though, Laiha is different. Laiha is the one she wants to hold hands with, the one she wants to share kisses with, the one that makes her chest sting and her stomach fuzzy. She gives Laiha's hand a light squeeze, and soon she falls asleep as well. Comfortable, happy, satisfied.

[nityarawal]

2/1/23

Morning Songs

Sitting At The Point

Writing My Morning Songs

Hustling For A Home

Leaving Notes For

Neighbors

Loved Ones

You Got The View

Of Infinity

Licked By Fire

Protected By Trees

You Got The View

Of Eternity

Fire Skies

Baby

Need A Housesitter

Caretaker

Property Manager

Nanny Gratzia

My Children And I

Are Looking

Thankyou For The Love

Asked My Friend

To Check

On His Home

With His X Wife

Don't Want It

To Burn Down

Airbnb

He Rents

Off The Mountain

$1000 Month

And He Can't

Afford Gas

To Go Home

Many Didn't Get

Their Supplement

Checks Or

IRS

Tax Returns

Benefits

Cut By Middlemen

SSI

$800 A Month

50 Million

Living Below

The Poverty Line

SSI

Brags Hold

On The Line

For Days

Leaving You

Waiting For Months

Many Need Attys

To Get

Measly Benefits

Many Won't

Get Anything At All

As Lenders We Say

Don't Spend More

Than Half Your Income

My Dear

A Home for 60% Off

Tied Up On Social

Security Slavery

$320 For House Rental

Or $200 For A Room

A New Game Of

Monopoly

Or Quadruple

Disability

Churches Feed Us

State Bankrupts

Us

Feds Rape Our Kids

Chinese Detentions

Eastern European

Domestic Terrorism

USA Revolution

Underground

Silencing

Iran Brave

Shaking Veil

For Me

Asked Ma For Help

She Says Go To

Your Parents

Wasps Whitebread

Privileged Beds

We Stayed There

My Pedophile

Paid For Months

At The Raj

Forbidden Mistresses

Annual Spa Retreat

To Make Me Glow

Forbidden Love Stories

Shirodhara Oil

Treatments

And Last Year

Of MUM

BA Literature Program

He Raped Me

At Walter's

Video Games

World Records

Victorian Home

Cleansed By Najah

Like Iran For

Islamic Republic

Bled Out

By The Morning

Pill

Wally On the Phone

On Princess Diana's D-Day

Raj Hotel

Healed Me

Vastu

Annual Spa Visits

Sthapatya-Ved

Is It Enough

To Greenwash Ayurveda

For The Wealthy

In America

Closed In Covid

Too Selfish To Rent

Rooms

Karma Of The Rich

Choke Their Palaces

Castles

Businesses

Raj Why Can't We

Have A Home There

She Says I Say

Too Much

Don't Even Call Me

Gaslighting Like An Atty

I'll Call Wally

I'll Try

He Said He Smeared

Me To You

In A Blue Balled

Sheriff's Campaign

I Didn't Date

The President Elect

When He Lived

Above Me

Natural Law Party

Dr. John Hagelin

Sent Me Rose's

And Stalked Me

Left Messages

Sweet Nothings

Begged For My Time

I Held Out

For Buddha Boy

Told Him He Was

Lovely

But Not Right

Too Old

Lunch Mr. President

Wasn't It Enough

Why Your Physics Students

Harass Me

Sell Me On

The Black Market

$100 Thousand

For College

Wasn't It Enough

$100 Million For The Spiritual

Center

While I Was A

Nun

Nearly Snuffed

Natural Law Party

Campaigning

Wasn't It Enough

Independent Thinking

Writing

Why'd You Let

The Sex Cult

Take My Kids

Years On

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation 

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

***

Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks. 

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything. 

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives. 

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter. 

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?” 

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 

Then a sad look came across his face. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” 

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.”