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thesturniolos · 11 months ago

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guilty pleasures (part 1 )

m. sturniolo x reader

authors note: this picture is actually sickening, need him too bad 🤞

this is all creds to my bae @iheartchrissturniolo thanks for the idea hun < 3 (part 2 including your idea yet to come)

summary: matt has a bit of a crush on his best friend, he’s fantasising ;)

warnings: smut, swearing !!

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she looked heavenly by the pool today, irresistible to the point where my heart ached. i knew i couldn’t have her, i’ve only been reminding myself everyday for the past 6 years and it’s agonising.

the way the droplets of water fell off her golden skin, the bikini that accentuated her curves, oh so perfectly. and knowing i chose it for her was like the cherry on top of the cake. blue- my favourite colour - and hell she knew it when she bought it, she even told me. “i wonder why you picked this one” i remember her slight giggle after she said it, voice like silk, one that plays in my head at night.

she drags her hand through her hair, shaking it a little to get rid of the water, and boy do i wish it was me doing that. for me to be the one to look after her, to do the small things that weren’t so small to me. her eyes are closed and even though she’s been in the water, her makeup remained flawless - not that she needed it, she was absolutely gorgeous with and without.

she didn’t think this however, always telling me how she wishes she looked like anybody else. if she could only see what i see, just for a second, she’d never think that again. she’s better than any supermodel, the ‘prettiest of girls’ according to society weren’t a touch on her. plus, they didn’t come with her personality- she’s a real life angel and i’ve been blessed with even being in her presence.

i would spend every minute and every hour of my day telling her every little thing i love about her from the colour of her nails to the shape of her lips, i don’t care about the dents in her thighs or the stretch marks on her stomach, she’s perfect.

she’s walking closer to me with an arm outstretched, my eyes landing on the matching tattoo she has with me and i smile. i sometimes forget we had that done, which almost instantly brings me back to reality that she is and always will just be my best friend. i cannot afford to lose someone as special as her which is why i have to push those feelings to the side, as much as we want to be free.

her being so close to me and looking at me with those eyes, dark eyes that could mean so many things, made my cheeks blush the slightest red and i become desperate to hide this. what kind of friend blushes like a crazed guy in love when they look at them? it’s just a look, god.

“you got a towel?” there was that voice again, a voice i wish was in my ear forever. it wasn’t high - pitched nor was it deep, it was just in the middle, soothing. reminds me of the times where she held me whilst i cried, the bestest friend there is. reminds me of when she was so utterly drunk and slurring over her words, what was it again?

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“matt” she prods at my arm, waking me up.

“wassup” she frowns looking at my tired state, moving her hand to push hair out of my eyes.

“i’ve got a secret” i frown now, it’s 3am goddamn.

“what’s that”

“you promise you won’t tell anyone?” those little doe eyes drive me crazy, keep looking at me like that and i’ll have an accident.

“i promise” she leans in closer to my ear, her hot breath on my skin.

“i had a dream about you the other day” now i’ve piped up. i don’t care about the time or the sleep in my eyes, she fucking dreamt about me, i’m wide awake.

“oh yeah? good or bad?”

“depends”

“what’d you mean, depends?” once again, driving me crazy. she just knows how to do it.

“well, it depends how you take it.”

“go on.” i’m begging for this now, i need to know what the fuck happened, it’s killing me.

“well, we were doing something,” she twirls my hair in her hand, not looking me in the eyes yet all i can focus on is her and her words. “something best friends don’t do.”

“like what?”

“fucking.”

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held a chokehold over me. every night when i got in to bed i imagined her sleepy self, squirming about in her sheets to the idea of me pounding into her. suddenly i didn’t feel so bad about the hundreds of wet dreams i’ve had ‘bout her, we’re even.

but it only made me more delusional that we could actually be something. she was drunk and it was a dream, i was being dramatic if i thought it was actually something.

“yeah, it’s just there.” i say, pointing to the floor. she bends down to pick it up and i get the best sight of her boobs, pressed against the fabric of her bikini, pushed together ever so slightly. they looked so smooth, so pretty. something i just couldn’t take my eyes off..

“hello? matt?” she swipes her hand in front of my face and i’m so utterly embarrassed, knowing i’d been fixated on her tits. what an assy thing to do, how do i even begin to explain something like that?

“i- uh- i’m sorry! i wasn’t-“ she smiles at me and reaches out to scruff my hair, once again her boobs being directly in my face. is she doing this on purpose? because i’m about to cum in my pants.

“i take it you just really like your choice of bikini, hm?” she laughs, moving the towel to rest it on her hip as she turns around and struts off towards our house. she fucking knows what she does, not just to me but everyone.

i’ve been ignoring the poking in my pants for a while but it’s more prominent then ever now and i need to do something about it or i’m gonna come undone right here right now. it might be pervy but i quite literally cannot be around her when she’s close to naked, my mind travels to the dirtiest of places and to be honest, i’m careless.

if she’s going to act so calm about riling me up like that, then i’m gonna embrace the way she makes me feel. how she makes my cheeks hot and the wet patch that forms in my boxers when she whispers in my ear or now, shoving her boobs in my face.

praying that my jeans cover my painfully obvious hard-on, i quickly walk into the house, making a bee line for my bedroom, desperate to do something about what was happening in my pants.

“you okay, matt?” shes looking at me with a frown, the towel in her hair now as she begins to dry it, still wearing that flattering bikini that is just about to tip me over the edge.

“mhm, i- um, just need to do something.” i look around to see if my brothers are anywhere to be seen, something to distract me from this conversation, i so desperately need to get to that bedroom.

“oh? why’d you look so flustered?” she says with a smug, little smile.

“no reason. i just- i just need a second.” i go to walk away. as much as i would love to stay and talk, right now that is not what i need.

“need my help?”

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ellecdc · 9 months ago

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can i request angst with sirius 🥲 like where reader finds out he only dated her for a bet 🧍‍♀️my hyperfixation on this trope is sickening and i hope to hear mother elle’s take on this 🙏🩷

ughhhhh I think maybe you guys hate me??? what's with the angst, my loves? why are we doing this to me? Listen: I wrote your Sirius Black dating reader for a bet..............but I made it a miscommunication trope/hurt-comfort I'M SORRY I COULDN'T DO IT. I get angst, truly, but I didn't want Sirius to actually be mean to us 😢 hope this works for you 🫶

Sirius Black x fem!reader CW: perceived bullying, miscommunication trope, hurt/comfort

Sirius Black was many things. He was a wizard, he was an animagus, he was a disinherited heir to a Pureblood family, he was a Gryffindor, he was a flirt and a friend.

One thing Sirius Black was not was a coward.

“Then go ask her out.” Peter said plainly.

Sirius scoffed. “I will do no such thing.”

“Why not?” Remus asked with a smirk. “You like her, you can’t stop staring at her, and you find every excuse in the book to be in her vicinity other than ask her out.”

“I don’t understand what your hang up is.” James added. “You’ve never had a problem asking girls out before.”

“I don’t have any hang up’s, Prongsie. I’ve never had and still don’t have a problem asking girls out.”

“Good.” Remus jumped in quickly. “So go ask her out.”

“No.” Sirius said petulantly.

Peter’s expression grew into a mischievous smirk as he shared a knowing look with his two other friends. “Let’s make a bet then.”

This caught Sirius’ attention. “I’m listening.”

“If you don’t ask Y/N out on a date, you have to do my Astronomy homework for two weeks.” Peter offered.

Sirius scoffed. “I fail to see how this bet benefit’s me at all.”

“Well, ignoring the fact that you’d have a date with the girl of your dreams; if you do ask her out, I will do your Ancient Runes homework for two weeks.” Peter bargained.

Well…Sirius couldn’t deny that those stakes were pretty beneficial to him.

And he could really use the help in Ancient Runes.

“Petey, my boy. You’ve got yourself a deal.” He proclaimed with a smirk as he marched his way across the library to where you were sitting.

But by the time he got over to you…all words left his brain.

Why was this so difficult for him? He had a reputation as Hogwarts' Ladies Man. You were a lady – why couldn’t he talk to you!?

“Hello Sirius.” You greeted him warmly, putting the dumb sod out of his misery.

“Uhm, er, hi Y/N!” He returned awkwardly, grimacing at the delivery himself. You had the good graces just to smile at him, though. Gods he was a goner.

He heard snickering behind him from his friends and your eyes nervously darted over to the group.

“Uhm, was…was there something I could help you with?” You asked nervously, eyes moving between Sirius and his friends as you played nervously with the quill in your hands.

“Uhm, no. Well, yes actually, you see…I was wondering if perhaps you might want to maybe go to Hogsmeade with me, at some point. No pressure though…” He rambled, trailing off awkwardly and grimacing once again.

You chuckled nervously, but kept your eyes locked on his friends.

“Sirius, is…is this a prank?”

Sirius felt all colour drain from his face.

Oh gods. Between his awkwardness and his friends all giggling like schoolgirls behind him paired with the fact they are known for their mischief, you thought he was pranking you!?

“Oh gods. Y/N, no! No, ugh, I’ve really mucked this up.” He groaned as he slumped down into a chair beside you. “It’s just…the wankers” he said, motioning to said wankers behind him, “know I’ve been uncharacteristically nervous about asking you out for a while now. They’re just having a go at me.”

“Sirius Black? Nervous? To ask me out?” You scoffed. “Do you take me as a fool, Black?”

“No! No, Merlin, please, believe me – one date, okay? One date to prove I’m not the tosser I apparently look like right now.” He begged. Begged! Sirius Black had been diminished to begging.

He was never going to live this down.

You narrowed your eyes and surveyed Sirius’ form whilst Sirius fought the urge to shield himself from your piercing gaze. Your eyes flit over to his friends before decision seemed to paint your features.

“Fine.” You said, “one date at Hogsmeade, this weekend.”

The way you were speaking made it sound like a formal business transaction, but Sirius beamed at you feeling slightly bolder in the face of (reluctant) agreement on your part, standing from his chair.

“You won’t regret it! I’ll meet you in the courtyard, Saturday morning – 10 am!” He called as he walked backwards towards his friends, only stumbling into one stray chair on his way.

Sirius could tell you were fighting the urge to smile or laugh, and even though you would have been laughing at him, it still felt like a win in his books.

The Hogsmeade date was a success. In fact, you had to admit it was one of the best dates you’ve ever been on. You had been friendly enough with Sirius from your shared classes and such – but your interactions had never exceeded as much as a polite “hello” from either party. You always figured that was for the best – considering those who found themselves to be too familiar with the Marauders were often victims of their many pranks.

You only knew the Sirius Black that the rest of the school knew:

Mischief maker, Gryffindor, quidditch beater, flirt, a player, and anti-all-the-things-that-his-family-stood-for. Some of those things were bad, whilst others were good. But you had no idea that this Sirius Black existed.

The Sirius Black that was an amazing listener, who held doors open and pulled chairs out for you, who made you feel as though every word coming out of your mouth was the most fascinating thing he ever heard, who could make you laugh until your stomach hurt, who seemed to be able to fill any lull in the conversation with ease.

You hated to admit it, but…you sort of liked this Sirius Black.

After a nice day of window shopping, actual shopping, butterbeer’s and scenic strolls through the picturesque town, you made your way back to Hogwarts. Sirius bid you farewell by kissing your knuckles (you actually think you might have swooned a little bit) and asked if you’d be so inclined to make this a “regular thing.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” You tried to say noncommittally, though you were sure the grin on your face gave away your enthusiasm.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” He asked as he walked backwards towards his friends, face turning a little shy.

You couldn’t help but take the piss for it. “We live in the same castle, Black. I’m sure you’ll see me tomorrow.”

“Cheeky minx.” He called back, though his face remained soft as he shot a wink at you before turning towards his friends.

You started to head towards the castle but watched as Remus pat him on the back and James’ cheered at his friend’s reunion.

Before you got too far away, you overheard a part of their conversation. Remus asked if he had enjoyed himself, James asked if the two of you were going to do it again, but it was what you heard Peter say that made your heart drop to your stomach.

“So? Was the bet worth it, did you have a nice time?”

A bet…had a nice time, because of a bet?

He made a bet…he asked you out…because of a bet.

Stupid, stupid girl.

You knew better.

You felt sick, you felt foolish, you felt betrayed.

He really was a player; he really was a flirt. He made you feel so special today, and it was all just an act?

How could you be so naïve?

How could you have believed his whole “I’ve been so nervous to ask you out” bit. You’ve seen him at parties – you’ve seen him with other girls.

You were such an idiot.

Sirius had really enjoyed himself yesterday. He had to continuously wipe his hands on his jeans as they were clammy with nerves all day, but generally he felt he handled himself okay.

At least, as good as could be considering he’d completely lost the ability to keep his fucking cool around a pretty girl.

So, maybe he hadn’t been as smooth as he normally was. But he didn’t think he’d been so bad as to have elicited this reaction from you.

You barely spared him a glance as you marched past him in the Great Hall the following morning, shouldering him as you headed to sit with your friends.

You…you had enjoyed yourself yesterday, right? When the two of you parted, you’d actually expressed interest in seeing him again.

So, why were you ignoring him?

He figured perhaps you just hadn’t noticed him or mistaken him for someone else or some other such thing as he took his place at the Gryffindor table, but not before he spared one more glance at you.

You looked painfully dejected and one of your friends placed a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles. She was also glaring at Sirius.

What had he done?

He had gotten up to go over and ask you, but if he thought he had been intimidated to talk to you before – his intimidation was increased ten-fold at the withering glares your friends all cast at him.

He’d just have to find a chance to chat with you alone.

That chance never came, however, as you seemed to have an entourage escorting you to all of your classes that Monday.

But by the following evening, he couldn’t take it anymore – wouldn’t take it anymore. He’d had a nice time, dammit! And he wanted to enjoy time with you again!

“Are you lost, Black?” One of your friends goaded him as he approached your table in the library. He sucked in a steadying breath as he focused his sights on you. You, who sat unbelievably tense but still never lifted your head from your quill and notebook.

“Y/N? Could we talk for a moment?” He asked quietly.

“No.” Another friend answered for you.

As politely as he could – which was becoming increasingly difficult due to his frayed nerves – he addressed your friend. “With all due respect, Bones, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“No, you were talking to Y/N, right? Why? Did your friends make another bet with you?” She sneered.

Sirius felt his heart fall out of his arse.

He scoffed in disbelief. “You…you mean Pete’s bet?”

You laughed humourlessly and threw your quill down in front of you. “Why? Was there more than one bet, Black?” You spat, finally turning to face him. He was horrified to see your eyes were red and glassy – you were close to crying.

“No! No, Circe, I-”

“Oh good,” your friend said sarcastically, “there was only one bet. Guess that’s not so bad then.”

“Y/N, please, you have to listen I-”

“Whoa, what’s going on here?” James said as he moved towards Sirius, apparently only having just arrived in the library. Sirius was sort of horrified to notice that some of the surrounding students had turned in their chairs to witness the ultimate downfall of Sirius Black.

That’s right - fuck being formally and officially disowned by his family – this was the undoing of Sirius Orion Black.

“What’s going on is Y/N found out about your lot’s stupid bet.” Your friend announced. Sirius could feel James’ confused face beside him, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from your face as he watched a single tear roll down your cheek.

“Pete’s bet?” James asked dumbly.

“Yes! Yes, Pete’s bet!” Sirius shouted. He got down on his knees and kneeled in front of you, willing your eyes to him. You denied him the sight, but he supposed he sort of deserved as such. “Pete’s bet, Y/N, to finally get me to stop being a sodding coward and ask you out.” He offered, albeit much more quietly.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t mean to intrude but I can assure you that’s really all it was.” James offered with a pained grimace from where he stood behind Sirius’ crouched form. “We’d been so tired of him convincing us all to hang out in the sodding library just so he could stare at you and never do anything about it. Took us weeks to get him to even start saying hello to you.”

You looked at James, eyebrows furrowing which seemed to cause more tears to fall.

“That makes no sense. I’m not that scary.” You cried.

“No,” Sirius agreed, “you’re just that pretty. That special. That lovely and kind. You’re not scary but you were really intimidating. I was so afraid of botching the whole thing – looks like I kind of did that anyway, huh?”

You were finally looking at him, and Sirius relished in the sight of your eyes meeting his once again, even if they were filled with hurt and tears. He took your two hands in his and ran his thumbs along the backs of your knuckles.

“I begged you for one chance, Y/N. I have no problem begging you for a hundred more. I swear to you, one of these times I’ll get it right.” He promised.

You stared at him for a moment longer before laughing wetly. “Gods, I’m sorry for being so cold. I…I really thought-”

But he cut you off by shaking his head. “I think you were justified. I would have been hurt if I’d overheard that I’d only been asked out on account of a bet. But I promise, it was not malicious.”

You nodded in understanding and pulled on of your hands away from Sirius’ to wipe away the tear tracks on your face.

“Gods I feel so silly.”

“Let me make it up to you.” Sirius barked quickly. “Right now, come with me. Please?”

You looked at him confusedly for a moment before nodding your head and looking back to your friends. One of them still seemed slightly miffed, so conceded to letting him steal you away from them though she didn’t let you part without shooting him a few more withering glares.

No matter, Sirius would have time to win over your friends.

Right now, he was more worried about winning you over. And hopefully keeping you this time.

To start, he’d spend the rest of the night snuggled up to you under stolen blankets from the Gryffindor common room while the two of you watched the stars from the Astronomy tower.

Well, you watched the stars; he spent the evening watching admiring you.

He’d make sure you never felt like the butt of some joke ever again – not if he could help it.

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worldume · 5 months ago

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“wait! didn’t you hear..? ume-chan’s in a really bad mood..!”

“haah..?” sakura’s lip curled in an ugly expression— you know, that one he usually makes when he’s annoyed or not pleased by something? suo told him that if he makes it enough, it’ll get stuck and he won’t have to worry about making such expressions anymore. “why. but what does it even matter?”

“it’s just a bit odd to see, right..?” nirei whispered, leaning over with a look of curiosity on his face as he reaches for the little carton of white milk at the table. “i wonder what’s going on..”

“umemiya is typically so outgoing that it’s almost kind of sickening.” suo’s voice is as soothing as ever, offering a closed eyed smile as if he didn’t say something that could be considered mildly insulting— sugishita was asleep a couple desks behind luckily enough. “i’m sure whatever it is might be pretty serious.”

“oh! ume-chan and (name) are fighting.” kiryu chimes in, his white earbud now in hand. “you didn’t see in the group chat? it’s all the talk this morning~ ♪”

“really? figures we didn’t see! sakura overslept this morning and we had to shake him awake.” nirei said in a matter of fact kind of tone— suo nodded with a smile.

“don’t blame me!” sakura barks, looking away with the nastiest little pout on his face. “i’m here, aren’t i?”

“trouble in paradise, hm? ume seems experienced enough to handle a bump or two.. but maybe he did something to really make (name) mad? i can’t imagine what though, they’re both like rays of sunshine.”

“sakura..? why are you blushing?”

“shut the hell up!”

hiragi knew something was off that morning when umemiya walked onto the rooftop later than he usually does. he’s usually there earlier before anyone else. and today his radiant smile nowhere to be found and instead of his typical exuberant, over-the-top greetings, he offered a half-hearted nod before quickly taking a seat at one of the benches under the awning. weird, hiragi thought. very weird, and even more so that he hadn’t checked on his garden before doing anything else. hiragi notices the little things about his friend like how ume’s eyes seemed dim, as if weighed down by a burden— unusually into his phone. ume looked up and asked him for a favor.

when lunchtime came it was tsubakino who knew something was off when umemiya barely touched his lunch. he was normally the life of the party— ushering others to get their fill all while stuff his own face with mini sausages and spoonfuls of omurice. but umemiya’s silence was deafening at the table and it was painfully obvious that others were trying to overcompensate for the silence that’s usually filled in. umemiya’s absentmindedly pushing food around his plate, he’ll take a bite here and there— but again, he’s oddly engrossed in his phone. the rest of the members exchanged worried glances, this wasn’t like ume-chan at all.

poor sugishita. he’s stressed out— no, on the verge of having a complete meltdown by the time bofurin meets for an afternoon assembly. ume-chan has barely even said a hundred words today and he knows because he’s counted! sugi noticed how reserved ume seemed when he asked sugishita to take care of his gardening that day. he would have done that anyway, but the occasion just seemed.. strange. but ume never liked to assume anyone would anyone favors without being asked. hiragi’s making all the announcements at the assembly today, sugi noticed— and ume stood off to the side, arms crossed over his chest with a hardened but distant look on his face.

that evening sakura really got a taste of it for himself when he went looking for ume and couldn’t find at his usual spots. irritation is what sakura felt. not because he couldn’t find him, but because sakura was actually.. feeling.. some sort of.. interest or excitement about talking with ume! his brow twitched in agitation, fists balled up with a furious blush on his nose bridge and cheeks when he asked around. no one’s seen ume but sakura ends up stumbling upon him when entering a quiet little cafe he likes to go to at the end of town.

“ah. i said today, didn’t i.” ume knows, but it just completely slipped his mind. he told sakura he wantedto speak to him today. “i’m sorry, sakura. i’ve been thinking about a lot.”

“..whatever, don’t apologize..” sakura looked away, brows furrowed into a frown as he tried his best to hide the pink tint on his cheeks— a few seconds go by and he gets a glance in. oh yeah, this guy’s really fucked up about something. come to think out it, he looks like he didn’t sleep last night.

“what would you do if someone you loved didn’t want to speak to you?” the question is so sudden and catches the sweet boy beside him completely off guard.

“haaaaaah?!”

“i forgot you’re shy about these things.” a halfhearted chuckle escaped ume’s lips. “(name) and i.. we had a.. disagreement last night— she’s upset with me to say the least.”

“i don’t know much about.. girls or whatever but i do know when girls say they’re ‘fine’ or they ‘don’t want to talk to you’— means the opposite.” sakura mumbles— he’s talking but he’s busying himself with anything to try to avoid ume’s eyes, so he’s taken a sudden interest in the sugar holder. “she probably just wants to spend more time with you.. someone who cares a lot about someone else wouldn’t just say don’t talk to them unless they’re tryin’ to run ‘nd hide from the issue.”

so, that’s exactly what ume did when he found himself at your door step an hour later with all your favorite things: flowers, sweets, and a some hot takeout. when you opened the door you were greeted with his warm smile— an apologetic expression on his pretty features.

and when he asked to come in, you said yes.

#wind breaker #wdbr #hajime umemiya #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker x you #wdbr x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #hajime umemiya x reader #umemiya hajime #wdbr umemiya

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sordidmusings · 1 year ago

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Age Gap (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: for @soft-mafia since she wanted more age gap Buggy! Mostly bulleted like a headcanon but has two little drabbles sprinkled in cuz I couldn't help myself. I will be posting a continuation of this actually writing out the scene mentioned at the end, but I wanted to get this out now.

Word count: ~2.6 k

Warnings: obviously an age gap but the younger one is mentioned to be in their 20s, fem!reader, NSFW mentioned at the end, alcohol consumption, probably (hopefully) silly humor, the touch starved shows hardcore for a second there, tried my best to get Buggy right but you know how it be especially because he exists as an amalgam of LA and anime Buggy in my brain

Now come get y'all dopamine

I imagine you joined Buggy’s crew largely looking for that found family goodness then found out how much you’d never been taken care of and how much you craved it

One day while going through the different acts you were learning from the crew trying to find what stuck, you took a decent fall. Not the kind that breaks bones, but the kind where you just gotta lay there a sec and recalibrate how you got to this point

After some laughter (I mean come on it is a crew curated by Buggy and they could tell it wasn’t serious), the nearby crew surrounded you to check on you. While you were breathlessly saying you’re fine from your position on the floor, they parted to reveal the Captain coming to your side:

Buggy bent down to loom over you. The shadow he cast over your face was a welcome break from the bright overhead lights. You just wished that the way they haloed him didn’t make it so hard to see the laughter on his face.

“Good form! I think we could just throw you around to see you flail like that as your act - you’d be our finest comedy routine.” His voice was thick with sarcasm and giggles. However, his detached arms were gentle when they lifted you from the floor. They changed to posing outstretched with his hands on your shoulders and he walked into them to reattach. He looked you up and down before circling around you, all the while his hands were nudging you this way and that for his inspection. Once he was back at your front, he changed to brushing some dirt from your arms and shoulders. You didn’t speak for fear of interrupting this attention you were receiving from him. He seemed to suddenly snap to clarity anyway.

“RIGHT.” Vocal control? Who is she? Buggy doesn’t know her. “So either get better at what you’re doing or actually fall on purpose. Wouldn’t want you fucking up that money maker.” He was already walking away when one detached hand gave your cheek two brisk pats and he made himself scarce.

It was obvious to you and everyone else how much you ate up his attention. The soft look you were still giving the direction he went in was damn near sickening. It was then you understood your purpose here - becoming Buggy’s spoiled lapdog.

Luckily for you, that was also the moment Buggy realized how his body buzzed when he touched you and how he lit up when you looked up at him with pretty, wide eyes.

Unluckily, he also decided that being near you would lead down a dangerous route of him needing more and more of you and he was positive that he was just being some old creep over a pretty little thing like you.

This led to a game where Buggy would try to keep you at arm’s length while he battled both his own desire to be around you and your seemingly supernatural ability to just appear next to him at all times.

He wasn’t great at the arms distance thing even when he thought he was nailing it because nailing it to him was being in his natural space as the center of attention and only checking (immediately and desperately) that you were watching and approving of whatever he was doing. The way his head would always snap to you for your reaction was neither subtle nor discouraging to your rapidly growing infatuation.

You decided that orbiting his personal space wasn’t working well enough. Sure, he’d give you a hit of what you wanted with some fleeting touches and mostly disguised compliments but you needed more. Hurting yourself intentionally so that he would take care of you didn’t seem like a sustainable option, so you settled on playing his own game. Time to practice owning a room.

This could be a dangerous game to play. You were certain that blatantly taking the spotlight would just make him upset with you not that you’d mind him taking that out on you. You settled on more subtle things like spreading your attention more through the crew instead of mostly on him, being more focused and daring in your training, participating more in the many games that broke out when the alcohol did, and dressing a bit more intentionally (whether that’s flashier colors, eye-catching accessories, bold makeup, new or intricate hairstyles, etc.)

The boldest card you played was feeding more into any of the flirting you received.

He has a freak show, yes, but have you ever seen how fine circus performers are?? Full fun costumes are It and also the tasks they have to perform either help them get conventionally attractive bodies and/or the rizz that comes with performing feats (just look at the traction Fryboy has gained with women like damn why he kinda-). Due to that, you’re around attractive people all the time.

While the flirting is for the purpose of pushing Buggy’s buttons, you must admit that it wasn’t a hard habit to keep up and may help inflate your ego.

Your attempts have mixed results. Buggy’s desire to claim you grew but so did his insecurity

In his mind, you look more natural next to one of the younger lookers in his crew while he’s certain the pair of you must look ridiculous together. It’s this very insecurity that’s gonna make it necessary for you to bluntly and shamelessly throw yourself at him both repeatedly and with no room for questions:

You have no clue what else you can do to get through that thick skull of his. You’re on your knees, quite literally at that. You figured that kneeling in front of that circus throne while he’s laid himself all over it would be enough to break the man. Enough to break any man, really, but he’s still finding ways to deflect you.

Buggy nodded his head to a nearby open seat. “You know they made chairs to be comfortable and your dumb ass is on the floor. That drunk already?” he snorted. Maybe choosing to do this during one of the many celebrations (you think this one is for one week of no one pregaming for show runs. ironic.) was a bad idea. You had been banking on some drinks loosening up whatever was holding him back. It always made you snicker when you entertained the idea of it being from a sense of propriety. Checking in on the situation, you could see how all the chaos going on around you two made it easier for him to keep his eyes off of you and his ears unfocused. Earlier, you had counted it as a plus that working up a buzz would help you bulldoze through his stubbornness. You had forgotten that any alcohol in your system would make for the perfect excuse for him to write you off.

“I’ve barely started my third drink,” you started with a pout, “and I’d be ashamed if that’s enough to get me drunk after all the time spent on your crew.”

“Then you are just being stupid.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. Okay. Attention didn’t work. Compliments didn’t work. Kneeling didn’t work. Time for some big guns.

You shifted to the side so you’d be sitting towards your left hip with your bent legs beside you. Your drink found its way to your right hand but, most importantly, your chin found its way onto Buggy’s left knee. It brought you so close to where you’d really like to put yourself to work, and, man, was the temptation strong with the way his right leg was slung over the armrest of his seat. How did he expect you to stay away when he was serving himself up on a platter like this?

Buggy was definitely giving you his undivided attention now. His gaze was dark and slightly accusatory. The lighting matched with his makeup made him look more dangerous than usual. The nerves it sent through you might have had you back right off. Instead you held your ground because you saw his pulse hammer against his neck. You saw his throat bob as he swallowed. You saw his pink tongue contrast with red as he licked his lips and gave a shaky exhale.

While you were starting to settle into your bold move, Buggy was becoming more and more antsy. His grip on his glass became white-knuckled under his gloves, and he tried to give himself time to think by taking a huge gulp of his drink. Why did you have to look at him like that? So pleading? The angle from his lap made your lashes darken your eyes and it was impossible for him to keep the image of your hooded gaze about a foot closer to him out of his head. What did you want from him? You’d denied his accusations about money or intel so what the fuck could it be? Was this a game? Get in the pants of the Captain for preferential treatment and go back to whoever else you had in your palm on the crew to laugh about him falling for it?

You noticed his mood turning sour so you decided to interrupt whatever was tumbling around his head. “I think I could get much more comfy right here.” To prove a point, you dragged your chin to his inner thigh, right above his knee, and snuggled your cheek into his leg. His pants weren’t the softest against your skin but he was so addictingly warm through them. Your eyes briefly fluttered shut to enjoy the sensation before you looked back up at him and flirtatiously said, “I’m comfiest next to you.”

His hands itched with the need to grab you by the hair and force your face right where he needed you. Instead he scoffed at you. “Suuuuure. And why’s that, princess?”

“You make me smile,” you admitted immediately. His startled gaze met your lovesick one and you realized what you said and how quickly you said it. Too close to emotionally vulnerable; time to backtrack a touch. You want to get the role as his trophy before you even attempt to approach the title of Love of His Life. “You also said that you take care of your crew and I’m on your crew, right? So you’ll take care of me.”

The cheeky smile you spoke through melted him. An achingly deep sigh left him while his right hand detached from the arm to deposit his drink on the floor next to you. Quickly, it flew back to its limb. Both of your hearts pumped fire through your chests as he reached that hand out towards you. Buggy took his time stroking his fingers from your forehead into your hair. When his palm came down to join the gesture, you were very happy to realize that his hand was just as warm as the thigh still under your cheek. You shuffled closer so your legs squeezed in between his foot and the left leg of his throne. Buggy shuddered when he felt your fingertips graze the back of his calf and spread out like a star so you could grab it. Using your new grip, you snuggled more firmly into his leg and let yourself buzz off of getting this new touch from your Captain.

Ulterior motives be damned, Buggy couldn’t give them any credence when you looked so happy to sit at his feet and receive such a simple touch. He should probably laugh and call you a needy puppy to regain some control over the situation. Instead, he slipped his hand down the side of your head. He massaged his fingertips into the base of your skull and said, “I’ll take care of you, little star.”

Once he has accepted that you’re serious there will be jokes about the dynamic but do not be fooled - he can only dish it out and WILL spiral if he receives any type of comment about how much older he is (the word geriatric is punishable by death)

Sometimes the joke is him patronizingly treating you like a child (you almost socked him right there at the dinner table when some food came at your face with accompanying airplane noises)

Sometimes it’s calling you a gold digger (“then where’s my allowance, huh?” “OH so my gIFTS AREN’T ENOUGH FOR YOU NOW? YOU were the one ACTUALLY CRYING over me buying you that wonky ass stuffed seal with the lopsided face!!” “HIS NAME IS JERRY AND YOU WILL SHOW HIM SOME RESPECT”)

Sometimes it’s just dumb shit like pointing at the type of girl’s clothing store that has made a contract with God to own all the pinks and pastels the world has to offer before turning to you straight faced and asking if you want to stop in to look. Any way this man can think to goof, he will.

And it’s tooooootally a coping mechanism to process the fact that he’s nearly forty and dating a twenty-something and not at all because joking around with you has become one of his basic survival needs

The dynamic ends up helping both of y’all feel special - you have a hot, boisterous, spotlight-stealing pirate captain pampering (and then making a mess of) you while he gets a beautiful, capable, eye-catching young thing looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky

Nothing goes to Buggy’s head more than when you walk into a room full of people, attractive ones especially, and only see him.

He loves anything that makes it obvious to others that you are his, whether that's him draped over you, you draped over him, red stains on the back of your hands, your shoulders, your cheeks, your forehead, your neck, having his jolly roger on your outfit, having you in his hat or coat

This very much extends to him wanting anyone and everyone to overhear you in the bedroom. Everyone should know you're his and he's the only one who can make you feel so good

Don't worry, they'll also get the message that he's yours from all the moaning and praises

He gives you endless pet names but always comes back to “sweet stuff”, “sweets”, “princess”, “star”, “prima donna” (affectionate), “prima donna” (derogatory), and anything preceded by “little” (“little showstopper”, “little tease”, very rarely “little girl” if he feels especially like exerting power over you)

He prides himself on making you feel cared for and safe. Instead of feeling like a chore he has to do because he’s in the ‘older man’ role, he loves the way you preen under his attention and how you happily return the favor.

When in the Cross Guild Era, Buggy started going to all meetings with you by his side then on his thigh. It was a good defensive strategy because the other two seemed more hesitant to throttle him if you were in the way, but lets be real this man is also clingy and loves showing you off too.

At first he found it offensive that Mihawk and Croc were so disbelieving at the sight of you happily perched on your captain’s lap but then it made him the smuggest motherfucker when he would see their eyes trail over you knowing that they can only look and he can touch however he wants. This leads to him pushing until he hit your boundary at leaving very visible marks on you

One time he fucked you stupid right before a meeting so that you wouldn’t think about the bite mark surrounded by red makeup that kept playing peekaboo with your shirt collar (or the red smears between your thighs that showed whenever you shifted your legs)

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown #one piece #one piece x reader #buggy one piece #opla buggy #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #my writing #fem reader #afab reader #x reader

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st4rryrain · 1 month ago

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Infamous

(Logan Howlett x Reader)

Tags: smut, fluff, fem!reader, age gap, probably ooc, worst!logan, post-deadpool x wolverine, aftercare, return of egg the cat, no proof reading ‘cause I’m lazy

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: At your apartment, you decide to watch a movie with Logan. However, Logan thinks you’re more fascinating to look at than some movie. So, he wants to show you how much he thinks so.

A/N: Part 2 of Strawberry Lip Gloss! Also, um, so sorry for the long wait. I may or may not have gotten bad writers block.

Logan sat on your couch, taking in the new environment. Your apartment was small and had one bedroom. It was cozy, warm, and pretty; a nice way to end your first date. The white, round feline, Egg, went to Logan—sitting on the armrest beside him. Egg stared at him and flicked her tail. Logan couldn’t tell if he should think it’s cute or if he should be worried for his dear life.

“She’s just getting to know you.” You said from the kitchen.

Logan stared at the cat. The cat turned her head and side eyed Logan. “I feel like my soul is being judged…”

You were heard laughing as you entered the dark living room with the tv on—bowl of popcorn in hand.

“That’s definitely what’s going on.” You sat by Logan and Egg immediately walked over Logan’s lap to sit beside you.

“Oh so now she’s ignoring me?” Logan humorously scoffed with an eyebrow raised.

You grabbed the tv remote and turned to Egg. “I can’t keep defending you, girl.”

Logan put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in. “What movie do you wanna watch, sweetheart?”

You hummed as you browsed the streaming service, the gears turning in your head. What would be something Logan would also enjoy? You didn’t want him to bore him to death.

“Um… What about…” You scrolled through the catalog of movies and shows, nothing catching your eye.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to stress about this. Just choose whatever movie you want, baby.” Logan reassured you.

“Well, yeah, but… I want you to actually enjoy it too. Not just watch it because I picked it.”

Logan slightly grinned at your eagerness to please him.

“Do you like… cheesy romance?” You asked.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “How cheesy we talking?”

You looked at him, “Like… Disney cheesy.”

He thought about it for a moment.

“Sure, I’m up for it.”

You smiled and turned back to the tv, “Have you seen…” The cursor stopped on one poster. “Enchanted?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“You’re gonna hate it… probably…”

The movie was cheesy and sweet. It perfectly captured the late 2000’s and its campiness.

“She’s acting like it’s her first time seeing a man’s chest.” Logan said as he put some popcorn into his mouth.

“Give her a break. I’m sure living in a world that’s rated PG sucked. She didn’t even know the word ‘angry’.”

“Yeah, but she’s acting like a Victorian man seeing an ankle.”

You laughed, “You probably would act the same way.”

The tv illuminated your face and created a sparkle in your eye. Despite only seeing half of your face, Logan couldn’t help but admire your features. The way you looked at the tv, the way your eyes watched with fascination, and the way your lips moved as you munched on the popcorn. To think that he had tried brushing you off when you first met him was unfathomable. The fact that he almost never got the chance to experience sitting on your couch, watching a movie, and having his arm around you was almost sickening to him.

Egg hopped off the couch, taking Logan out of his trance.

“Baby?” He muttered.

You looked at him, “Yeah?”

“Nothing… I just wanted to see that pretty face.”

Logan catches the slight blush on your cheeks. The world around you seemed to disappear. He moved the bowl from your lap to your coffee table. One of his rough fingers brushed against your cheek.

“You’re such a sweet, pretty girl…” His hand cupped your cheek.

A warmth between your legs blossomed as he leaned in.

He smirked as your noses were only a few centimeters away. “So pretty… and all for me…” His voice was almost like a sweet coo.

You squeezed your thighs together.

“Ain’t that right, baby?”

Your breath hitched. “I… Yeah…”

Logan’s smirk widened. “My sweet angel...” His voice was dripping with lust and you quickly picked up on it.

He leaned in and captured your lips. His lips moved eagerly against yours, the kiss getting sloppier with every passing second.

“You wanna show me your bedroom, sweetheart?” Logan mumbled into the kiss.

You hummed a yes and got up, eagerly leading him into your moonlit room. Logan kicked the door closed as his large hands moved from your waist to grope your ass. Your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in closer.

You both stripped each other down to your underwear. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you off the floor. His mutant strength surprised you, causing a small yelp. He walked towards the bed to set you down. He sat you down on the edge of the bed.

“You’re so good to me, baby.” Logan whispered as he gently pushed you to lay down. He ravaged your body with kisses. One of his hands lifted you up while the other reached to unclip your bra. He practically tore it away as he peppered kisses down to your chest.

“Fuck… You’re perfect…” He muttered, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

You gasped out, “Logan…”

His mouth moved on one breast as his hand fondled the other. “Such a beautiful girl… You make such pretty sound, angel.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he put one of his knees between your legs and pushed it against your clothed cunt.

“Oh fuck…”

Logan smiled against your breast when he heard the vulgarity leave your lips. “That feel good, baby?”

“Mhm.” You could barely get out a sound as his knee began to move against your cunt.

“Oh, such a good girl. You’re making such beautiful sounds for me, sweetheart.” He cooed.

You whined as you felt his knee depart from your cunt. Logan got off you and gazed down for a moment. His eyes were clouded with hunger; a hunger only you could satisfy.

Logan got down on his knees and brought his head between your thighs. His kisses transitioned into soft bites the closer he got to your heat. His fingers hooked onto your panties.

“Can I take these off, my sweet angel?” He softly asked.

Logan saw you nod and pulled them off you. He felt a shockwave shoot through him at the view.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He said before he dove in.

You had always heard people talk about your world’s Wolverine being an animal in bed. It was likely a result from his many rendezvous as word spread in trickles. Now there you were in bed with him while he ate you out like his life depended on it. The most infamous rumor everyone heard had always been how he ate pussy like a monster. To your pleasant surprise, it applied to all Wolverine variants.

“O-Oh my god…!” You gasped out while you gripped his hair and the sheets.

If you didn’t know any better, you could have believed he was taking more pleasure from eating you out than you were.

Logan looked up at you while he snaked his hands from your thighs to find your hands. His large hands laced fingers with yours and he groaned when you squeezed.

You lifted your head a little bit to look down at him and the look in his eyes was almost enough to make you cum. His eyes were dark and were a window into the feral animal inside. The coil in your stomach began to tighten.

“L-Logan! Fuck! I’m close!” You whined, slightly, bucking your hips.

You could feel the smirk on his face against your dripping cunt. Your back arched as you threw your head back.

“Logan! O-Oh f-fuck! Fuck!” Your whines turned into cries of ecstasy as blissful nirvana washed over you.

Logan lapped for a bit longer, helping you ride out your high. Eventually, he departed from your poor pussy to get up on his two feet and lowered his briefs.

Your eyes slightly widened. “Oh fuck… You sure you’re gonna fit?”

Logan softly laughed as he climbed over you, caging you in his arms.

“It will, babe. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours, ‘kay?” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Let me take care of you…”

His tone was both sweet and sultry. It was more than enough to make your knees weak and cunt throb.

“Gonna take it slow.” He positioned himself at your slick folds. “Ready, angel?”

Your hands found their way to his biceps, gently holding them as you braced for contact. The eye contact with him as you nodded was intimate in its own way, almost as if you were telling him how you trusted him. Logan moved onto his forearms for support as he slowly started pushing into you. You whined slightly as you hooked your arms under his.

“I know, baby, I know… Just relax.” Logan kissed your temple.

You held onto him for dear life as he bottomed out. His small grunt as he filled you up entirely. Fuck, he was huge. Unreasonably huge. But he filled you up just right. He placed kisses on your head as he tested the waters and rocked his hips gently.

“Holy shit, you’re fucking tight.” He groaned out.

You whined, “You’re just fucking big.”

Logan chuckled softly. “That too.” He grunted as he twitched inside you, “Baby, can I go faster?”

You nodded, completely lost in the bliss of intimacy. Logan started to pick up the pace, making the bed creak slightly.

“O-Oh fuck… You’re so fucking hot.” Logan groaned out in response to your whimpers.

You clung onto him and gasped at each thrust.

Logan let out a small breathy laugh, “Enjoying yourself, babydoll?”

Your lips were pursed and eyes squeezed tight as you concentrated on the toe curling feeling. “Mhm.”

He shifted and stood up on his knees. He flipped you over, making you whined, “Why’d you do that? I was close to being close…”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh. “‘Close to being close’? Baby, trust me, this will get you there faster, okay?”

“Mhm.”

Logan helped put you on all fours to hold your hips.

“God had favorites when making you…” He hummed in appreciation.

Before you could react, Logan slipped into you.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned from the unexpected movement.

Logan leaned over, his chest against your back as he thrusted deeply.

“Who does this cunt belong to, sweetheart?” He whispered into your ear.

You were too busy drooling over the mind numbing fucking he was giving you to even respond. He grabbed your face with one of his calloused hands, tilting your head back to look up at him as he pounded into you.

“Answer my question. Who does this pretty pussy belong to?” His words were sharp and harsh.

You whined and struggled to focus your gaze up at him. “Y-You, Lo-Logan! Fuck!”

“Mhm?” He cooed, “You feel how deep I’m fucking you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a soft cry. Logan’s harsh grip on your jaw shook your head a little.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

You opened your eyes and locked eyes with him. He gave you a wolfish grin.

“Such. A. Good. Fucking. Girl.” He snapped his hips at each word, making you grip the sheets tightly.

“G-Gonna cum!” You cried out.

“Mhm? My angel’s gonna cum?” His cock twitched inside of you. “C’mon, princess. Give it to me.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and he shook your head again.

“Keep your eyes on me. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

Your gaze immediately returned to Logan like a dog obeying a command.

“Atta girl.” His thrusts were brutal and unforgiving. Both of you were sure you’d lose your ability to walk for who knows how long.

“C’mon, baby. Give it to me. Wanna feel that pretty cunt cum.” His voice was almost like an animalistic growl. “Gonna fill up this tight pussy. Gonna make you feel so good, honey.”

Your voice got caught in your throat as you reached your orgasm. It was only after you reached bliss that your cry escaped your mouth. Logan’s cock throbbed inside of you as he shoot his warm ribbons inside of you. His hips gave a last harsh snap as he buried himself deep into you.

“Yeah, just like that.” He grunted. “Such a good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”

Your body went limp from exhaustion and Logan helped by gently setting your upper body down, still buried deep in you. He leaned down to get close to your ear again. He brought a hand to brush hair out of your face.

“You okay, baby?” He softly asked.

You were a sweaty panting mess but was able to mutter out, “Mhm.”

Logan kissed your temple and caressed your arms. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. I hope I made you feel as good as you made me feel.”

The world felt confined to your bedroom, as if nothing else mattered. Your soft pants filled the room as he slipped out of you. He wrapped his arms around you and gently pulled you down to lay with him in his embrace. He kissed the back of your hair and rested his chin on your head. His large, calloused hand rubbed your thigh lovingly.

“I love you.” He muttered, breaking the comfortable silence.

You smiled like an idiot. “I love you too.”

#logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #logan howlett #wolverine #james logan howlett #james howlett #xmen x reader #x men fanfiction

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 7 months ago

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Angel Dust: “D’ya ever get a weird feelin’ about this place?”

Husk: “Yeah. Sweet an sickening. Like fucking syrup.”

Angel Dust: “NEVER fuck usin’ syrup UGH.”

Niffty: “I think the floor right under the second story banister railings feels weirdest! Almost bouncy when you SMASH into it!”

Angel Dust: “Not what I meant, NFT. It’s more like-”

SOMETHING: (blurs past the open door behind them)

Door: (...crreeeeks softly on it’s hinges...)

Them: (turns and stare)

Angel Dust: “…it’s like, a cold draft, innit?”

Husk: (spooked) (fur fluffed) “Cheap as fuck place. Run down.”

Niffty: “Prime roach real estate!”

Angel Dust: “Unsettlin’. The word I’m lookin’ for is, unsettlin’.”

EYES: (blink open and glow in the shadowy corner above them.)

Angel Dust: “Creepy, even.”

EYES: (rotate 360 degrees) (still staring)

Angel Dust: “I dunno. Don’t ya just get the shivers sometimes in here? Brr.” (shudders)

Husk: “Guess the eternal pep can be kinda fucked up from the owner. No one in hell is really that fucking happy all the fucking time.”

Niffty: “I AM!!!”

Husk: “No one who’s not fucking Niffty is that happy in hell.”

Niffty: “I LOVE it here. You only got to die ONCE back in the living world.”

Angel Dust: “Once should be enough for anyone, Niffters.”

Niffty: (giggling) “Not for me! Not when it's comes to eating spiders.”

Husk: “Oh FUCK that-”

Niffty: “Think the thing watching us right now also eats spiders?”

Husk: “…”

Angel Dust: “…”

EYES: (blink) (vanish)

The Three of Them: (turn and stare)

Angel Dust: “….Husker? Any room in ya bed for guy who doesn’t wanna be alone tonight?”

Husk: “Fuck no. Anyone tries getting in my room tonight is being served a motherfucking Molotov cocktail on the house.”

Angel Dust: “I can make it worth ya while. Tire us both out so’s maybe we can get some actual sleep.”

Husk: “You think I’m gonna fucking sleep?”

Niffty: “Sometimes I eat the spiders in my sleep…”

Husk: “Niffty, I need you fucking shut up talking in that creepy little girl voice.”

Niffty: “Okay! But whyyyy~?”

Husk: “THAT’S fucking WHY.”

Angel Dust: “-shh! SHH SHHHH! D’ya hear that!?”

Husk: “Wh- don’t fucking touch me-”

Angel Dust: (strangling him a little with holding) “Husk holy shit!”

Husk: (claws out) (super floofed) “What? WHAT??”

Niffty: “Ohhh…..”

Angel Dust: “It’s COMIN’!”

Niffty: “Nooo it’s naaaw-auuuught~”

Husk: “WELL WHICH THE FUCK IS IT-!?”

Niffty: “It’s Here~”

SOMETHING: (drops in from the open window)

Them: (SCREAM)

Vaggie: “Have you guys seen- Stop screaming it’s just me- have any of you seen Charlie around?”

Husk: “FUCK! FUCK!!!”

Angel Dust: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, MISS I CUNT USE THE FREAKING DOORS!”

Husk: “FUUUCK ME FUCK YOU FUCK ALL OF THIS-”

Niffty: “Aww.” (slumps) “Hi Vaggie….”

Vaggie: “Yeah hey… What’s got into you all?”

Angel Dust: “Into US? YoU-”

Niffty: “We’ve been terrified. It’s been fun!”

Husk: “YOUR FUCKING SHIT HOTEL IS FUCKING HAUNTED! Shit!”

Angel Dust: “You and ya rich girlfriend have hell’s worst unpaying guest creepin’ around, and ya wonder what’s up with US?!?!”

Vaggie: “Oh. So you have seen her.”

Niffty: “Ohhh…! It’s a her!”

Angel Dust: “HER WHO WHO HER YOU KNOW THE WHORE OF HAUNTING?”

Vaggie: “Sure. And don’t fucking call her that.”

Husk: “I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no no no fuck NO-”

Vaggie: (rolls eye)

Vaggie: “Sweetie? Can you stop with the friendship notes and come out now?”

Something: (from shadows) “I’m bi!”

Vaggie: (smiles) “Out in the open where they can see you, babe.”

Charlie: “Aww, Vaggieeee…” (slips out of shadows with notebook and pout) “You’re messing with the sterile observed conditions and data collection. They were bonding!”

Angel Dust: “TOOTS!?”

Husk: “Oh.. fuck… you.”

Vaggie: “They sure were clinging to each other at least.”

Husk: “Fuck you MORE I fucking wasn’t.”

Angel Dust: “TOOTS I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE!”

Vaggie: “Weren’t stopping him from climbing you like a tree though, were you?”

Charlie: “Sorry about that, Angel Dust. I just got so excited-”

Husk: “Get. Fucked.”

Vaggie: “My girlfriend takes care of that already thanks.”

Angel Dust: “EXCITED? To be stalkin’ a guy like he’s a freaking gazelle on a shitty nature doc that skips all the fucking an’ only shows the non-sexy rippin’ an tearin’ an eatin’ alive bits!?”

Charlie: “Well-”

Niffty: “Hi Charlie! Were you watching us like bugs in a bug trap? Right before they get SQUISHED?”

Charlie: “-um no. No I wasn’t-”

Niffty: “Awww why nooooooooot?”

Charlie: “I wasn’t... trying to?”

Husk: “Oh that’s not fucking terrifying to fucking hear.”

Angel Dust: “TRY HARDER NOT TO NEXT TIME! Ugh! I’m too shaky to even make a hardness pun- AND I think this gave me STRESS WRINKLES. I WORK WITH THIS FACE! Among other body parts- I cannot fucking AFFORD wrinkles, Charmeleon!”

Charlie: “Aw guys I’m sorry! I just saw you three chatting together and.” (waves notebook) “Y’know?”

Vaggie: “I know, babe.”

Angel Dust: “NO!?”

Husk: “Fuck. No.”

Niffty: “Nope! I would’ve gone STRAIGHT into hunt and kill mode!”

Husk: “Which is what it fucking FELT like you fucking did.”

Charlie: “Ooookay then, my bad. But! You all feel better now you know it was just me, right?”

Them: “….”

Charlie: “B- because you know I’d never actually hunt any of your through the halls of my hotel. Right?”

Them: “……”

Charlie: “…you, you guys know you’re safe here and I didn’t bring you here for some fucked up creepy personal murder torture reason… right…?”

Them: “……….”

Niffty: (raises hand) “I-”

Charlie: “NIFFTY THANK YOU!! See? She believes-”

Niffty: “I felt really GREAT thinking you were hunting me for sport! Can I go back to thinking that?”

Charlie: “-that, you, oh. No that’s-” (droops) “…sure … whatever makes you happy, Niffty.”

Niffty: “YAY FEAR!” (hugs Charlie’s knees) (skitters away)

Angel Dust: “Oh yippie. Getting’ high off my ass and blackin’ all this out from my memory will make ME happy.” (flounces off) “Sweet dreams, toots! I sure as hell won’t be havin’ ‘em!”

Charlie: “I’m sor-”

Husk: “Anyone fucking needs me, don’t.”

Charlie: “Husk, I really-”

Husk: (already gone)

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “….. fuck.”

Vaggie: “It’ll be fine.” (pats Charlie gently) “Don’t freak out about it. They’re just, shook up.”

Charlie: (tired) “Except Niffty.”

Vaggie: “Niffty’s uhhh, she seems like the exception to most things yeah.”

Charlie: “She likes being scared of me.”

Vaggie: “Well. Thrilled? By you? I mean she gets her kicks out of it, so…”

Charlie: “I don’t like being scary.”

Vaggie: “You’re not.”

Charlie: “I scared them.”

Vaggie: “Startled and creeped out a little. It’s not the same thing.”

Charlie: “Isn’t it? I’m- I hate that I'm-”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: “Vaggie.”

Vaggie: “You. Are. Not.”

Charlie: “But-”

Vaggie: (takes hand) “You’re a lot of things, Charlie Morningstar. Sometimes you’re a lot of those lot of things- which I love-”

Charlie: “Heh.”

Vaggie: “But being scary just by existing? Isn’t one of them. You can be you, all the way, the whole demon princess Charlie package- and not scare anyone. I promise."

Charlie: "Tell that to my ex..."

Vaggie: "I'll carve it into his stupid fucking skull- kidding! I'm kidding."

Charlie: "I'd believe that more if you hadn't already tried."

Vaggie: "Well believe me NOW when I'm trying to say- You can get scary when someone you love is hurt or threatened, sure. That's, not a bad thing. There's nothing about you that you need to hide to have people in your life. Living with you, every part of you, is great."

Charlie: "....."

Vaggie: "Charlie c'mon- I should know. If we’re talking observed data and stuff, I’ve already got three years of it. Right?”

Charlie: “…right.” (weak smile) “I did it again though, didn’t I?”

Vaggie: “What, the intensely following around someone you’ve invited into your home trying to figure out how to make them feel more comfortable without bothering them or spooking them, working hard not to let them see how you spend hours just staring at them, taking in every little detail you can, but staring so hard they can feel it on the back of their neck anyway?”

Charlie: “And you’re sure that’s not scary. Like at all.”

Vaggie: “I always thought is was cute. Intense and a kinda worrying sign of how alone you’d been, sure, but cute.”

Charlie: “Hmph.”

Vaggie: (leans up to smooch her) “And our hazbins will too. Just give ‘em time.”

Charlie: “Our hazbins?” (grins) “Our? Oh now THAT’S cute.” (opens book and scribbles note) “Today… Vaggie.. bonded with…”

Vaggie: “I did not.”

Charlie: “…OUR- underline underline add some hearts- hazbins!”

Vaggie: “Charlie I didn’t. I barely even spoke with them.”

Charlie: “You’re comparing them to your past self and making connections between you when we first met and them now, aren’t you. You’re empathizing with them! That’s bonding! That’s ADORABLE!!”

Vaggie: (sigh) “That’s my cue to drag you off to bed.”

Charlie: “You’re adorable~”

Vaggie: “Says the cute demon lady lovingly stalking her new friends.”

Charlie: “Do you think they’ll be friends with me? I mean I’m friends with them, but-”

Vaggie: “Charlie, they’ve met you. It’s inevitable.”

Charlie: “Heheh. Juuuust like this kiss~”

(smooch)

(smooch some more)

Vaggie: “Whoa there!” (chuckling) “Save it for the bed sweetie, or we’ll never get there.”

Charlie: (giggling) “Sorry. I’m not used to not having everything all to ourselves. And I suppose making out in the public areas wouldn’t be very polite, even in the middle of the night with no one around.”

Vaggie: “Probably. We’ve freaked them out enough for one day I think.”

Charlie: “There are definite downsides to having a hotel with actual other people living in it, huh….”

Vaggie: “Worth it?”

Charlie: “Mm. I hope so. I hope they’ll think so too.”

Vaggie: “They will, babe. They will.”

-Next Night-

-Alastor’s Radio Tower-

Alastor: (humming and happily prepping the next track for broadcast)

SOMETHING: (slowly rises up beyond the window behind him)

Alastor: (ears twitch) (adjust audio balance knob)

SOMETHING: (presses against window)

Window: (Distinctive flesh-dragging-across-glass sound)

Alastor: (stops)

SOMETHING: (fades into shadows)

Alastor: (turns)

Window: (has smudge mark on it)

Alastor: “….hmm…” (walks over) (wipes window) (smudge stays bc it’s on the outside) “Interesting...”

Alastor: (goes back to disc jockeying)

SOMETHING: (reaches up and drags finger through smudge mark)

Alastor: (stops and turns)

Alastor: “Ohoho? My my my, now isn’t THIS just droll! Who COULD have left a message here for me. On my own radio tower! Smudging my glass! (smirks and walks over) “Hmm? Something dire and THREATENING no doubt? Not something they will REGRET I am SURE ha ha ha!”

Alastor: (bends down to read) “It appears to say…”

Window: (smudge has the word ‘FRIENDS’ written through it)

Alastor: (snaps back upright) (stares) (steps back) (stares harder)

Alastor: “…how… amusing.”

Alastor: (goes back to control panel)

Alastor: “….”

Alastor: (relaxes) (picks up microphone and holds it casually at the ready)

Alastor: (reaches for a record-)

SOMETHING: (slips past window behind him)

Alastor: (turning) (Shrieking) “KKKKSSSSSSSSFKKKSST” (yeets record out through window)

Window: (shatters)

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “….hope that one wasn’t important, pendejo. It’s on the first floor now. In about a hundred pieces.”

Alastor: (lowering microphone) “Oh my dear I DO apologize!” (simpering) (Glowering) “Poor thing. Not hurt, are you? Not frightened at all I hope? Really I don’t know WHAT would have happened if I had happened to HIT you!”

Vaggie: “Me frightened? No.” (tosses cleaning rag over shoulder) “The scary little smudge is gone anyway, so I’m off. Bye.”

Alastor: “Oh delightful! You KNOW ABOUT-”

Vaggie: (gone)

Alastor: “……hmmmmmm….”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “She’s so hot when she’s all ‘doesn’t even blink when something almost would've decapitated her if she hadn’t casually leaned back’ isn’t she?”

Alastor: (shriek is broadcast all over Pentagram city, shattering the remaining windows in his radio tower)

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #vaggie #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #incorrect quotes #utter silliness #the new hotel residents getting used to living with the princess of hell #who isn't scary bc of the hell princess thing #but because #well #.....#charlie MEANS well....#she's very VERY passionate #about meaning well

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hoedamn-eron · 9 months ago

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shut up, kid

You awake to your first Mother’s Day with baby Bateman.

Warnings: Nathan is honestly the only warning you need. I suppose some hints of breastfeeding too (a fed baby is a happy baby, whether bottle or breast). Actually proofread for once, but probably still mistakes that I missed. Word count: 750 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This was written VERY last minute (by last minute, I mean at 9:30pm on Mother's Day in the UK 😂). Anyway, happy Mother’s Day to all the parents out there! 😊 I’ve recently been very broody and very Nathan oriented, so I created this mostly self-indulgent fic (loosely based on this post from a few weeks ago).

I struggle to write Nathan, I feel like I can't get his personalty, or his demeanour right, so please let me know if I can improve anywhere! I want to write more Nathan!

It was the sound of a loud, high-pitched, excited squeal, that woke you up.

“Hey,” came the voice of your boyfriend, sounding distant and muffled as the sweet caress of sleep called back to you. “I know we came to wake up your mom, but that’s not the way to do it. You want to deal with the dragon before she’s had her morning coffee? No? I fuckin’ thought not. Shut up, kid.”

“You shouldn’t swear at your son,” you muttered into your pillow, knowing now that sleep was just a distant memory.

“Ah, shit.”

You grin into the pillow before you look up, your eyes blurrily settling on your boyfriend, who had a mug of coffee in his left hand (in your favourite mug – one you got from a Blue Book convention back when you were in college, long before you met Nathan...Nathan hated it), and his other hand was occupied supporting your seven-month-old son, Silas, who was happily sitting on Nathan’s hip, still in his footsie pyjamas, chewing on his pointer finger. It was sickening how you carried the kid for nine months, and going through a 36-hour labour, sacrificing your body and your boobs (your nipples will never be the same again), for him to look exactly like Nathan.

You still love the bones off him anyway.

“Kid doesn’t know what I’m saying, it’s fine,” Nathan continues, coming over to you and holding out the mug. You take it, smiling up at Nathan as he leans down to you and presses a kiss against your lips, murmuring a ‘good morning’ to you before he straightens up.

He’s so hot. Even now, he’s just wearing some old sweatpants and a t-shirt (it even has a stain of old baby throw up, which you just couldn’t get out), but it’s the way he’s holding your son...it does things to you.

“Good morning,” you greeted back, taking a sip of your coffee. You nod at Silas as he continued to chew on his finger. “Lost another pacifier?”

“I don’t know what he does with them,” Nathan said, shaking his head, gesturing with now free his hand around the room. “Spend all my fuckin’ spare time trying to find that blue one that he refuses to nap without.”

“Language,” you tell him, take a sip of your coffee.

“Sorry,” he says, almost on autopilot. “I’ll request more for the chopper next week. Think 50 will be enough? Obviously fuckin’ not, he’ll lose them all within a week.”

You laugh as you shake your head at him before looking at Silas. “Is your dada silly?” you ask him in your most annoying baby voice.

The kid loves it. He smiles widely at you and kicks his legs in excitement.

“Anyway,” Nathan says, adjusting Silas in his grip as he looked back at you, evidently choosing to ignore your comment to your son. “Happy Mother’s Day, or whatever. I made you breakfast, your favourite. The kid had some, he loved it, so now we’ll probably have to make it for him every day. I’ll run you a bath and by the time you’re finished it should be ready. While you’re being a lazy ass in the tub and skirting your duties as a mother - “

You go to swat Nathan on the thigh, but he dodges you swiftly and carries on like he was never interrupted.

“Me and this one,” he nods to Silas. “Will work on some tummy time, see if we can start crawling today.”

“Not all kids start crawling at seven months.”

“Not all kids are mine.”

“Debatable, regarding all the sex you were having before we met.”

“You’re reaping all the benefits from ‘all that sex’.”

“You pig.”

“You love me.”

You do. God, you do. So much. But you’re not going to tell him that.

You take a gulp of your coffee, hiding your smile.

“Get your pretty ass out of bed,” Nathan said, already turning away from you, grabbing Silas around the tummy and tossing him lightly in the air and catching him, causing Silas to laugh that cute baby giggle he has that melts your heart. “Come and celebrate your first Mother’s Day.”

He leaves the room, and you laugh to yourself as you distinctly hear the sound of Nathan giving Silas a raspberry on his belly as he walks down the corridor, the squealing sound of laughter from your son following right after.

It sends a warm feeling of joy and happiness through you.

#nathan x reader #nathan bateman #nathan Bateman x reader #dad!nathan Bateman #nathan Bateman x f!reader #ex machina #oscar isaac #dad!nathan bateman x mom!reader

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alt-vera · 2 years ago

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I NEED MORE JOEL FICS PLSSS

— neon moon ⁀➷

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joel miller see’s a face he hasn’t seen in years. one he thought he’d never see again.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.9k | ❛ neon moon - brooks & dunn ❜

warnings: drinking. praise. oral (f!recieving). soft!joel miller. dom undertones. unprotected piv sex. age gap. mdni.

❝ i think of two young lovers, a-running wild and free, i close my eyes and sometimes see you in the shadows of this smoke filled room ❞

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JOEL HAD THOUGHT IT WAS JUST HIS IMAGINATION AT FIRST.

　It’d happened before. He’d a seen a girl with curly brown hair, and thought it was Sarah, but it was just his cruel imagination playing sickening tricks on him. This, though, this was no trick of the mind.

　There you were, sitting on a rugged barstool in the bar of Jackson. You were the last person Joel expected to see when he’d come to get a drink after a long day of labouring Jackson’s newest endeavours, but there you were. In the flesh and not even ten feet away from him.

　He cautiously approached you, as if in disbelief. You looked so much different from when Joel had knew you, just a young girl barely out of high school, a babysitter for his daughter, before the world was engulfed in flames.

　You sensed a strangely familiar presence burning holes into your back, and your head turned slowly to meet Joel’s gaze, your mouth falling agape before it inched into a smile.

　“Wow,” You breathed out, “Tommy wasn’t kidding. It really is you.”

　Your name left Joel’s lips in a tone of wariness, as if you were going to disappear within the smoke that surrounded the two of you, a grim phantom of his past receding into thin air. But you didn’t. You stayed in your seat, not moving a muscle as you stared at him, elation clouding your tired eyes.

　“What’re you doin’ here?” He asked. He didn’t mean for it to sound accusatory, but years of fighting for his life had hardened him into a shell of the man you knew. Still, your smile didn’t falter.

　“Tommy found me on patrol this morning, and recognized me. I’d been wandering for a few months, and they offered me a house and a teaching position once the schoolroom’s are built.”

　A teacher. That’s what you were going to go to college for before hell on earth struck. Joel had thought everyone’s dreams would’ve been broken after all these years, but here you were in front of him, achieving yours after an eternity of waiting.

　“He said that’s what you were helping to build, actually,” You continued, and your head tilted with a teasing air. “Guess even in an apocalypse, you can’t escape the contracting business, huh?”

　Joel couldn’t help himself as his lips upturned, and a faint chuckle grumbled within him. It felt so humane to be with someone he knew again, someone who knew the real him before the world calloused his personality.

　He took a seat beside you, a bottle of beer sliding in front of him. He took note of you, of how your body shifted more toward him, of how your fingers tapped softly on the hardwood bar top to the rhythm of the music spilling out of the jukebox in the corner.

　As the two of you talked, the sky grew darker and the moon reared it’s head through the windows of the bar. You tiptoed around the subject of Sarah, and Joel assumed that Tommy informed you of her demise. You were careful not to say her name as the two of you discussed the past.

　“I can’t believe you’re here,” Joel admitted after a few beers, the booze burning away his carefully built walls like fire licking a wooden fence.

　“Y’know, I looked for you before we left Texas,” He continued, voice growing sullen and quiet. You watched as his eyes sank into his drink, staring as if his eyes could melt the bottle surrounding his beer. “Couldn’t find ya.”

　“I got out of dodge as soon as the police started showing up on every corner of campus,” You replied softly, resting a reassuring hand on Joel’s forearm. You felt the muscle tense under your touch. “I didn’t know you’d come looking for me.”

　“Well, you were like family,” Joel said, and you swore you heard him mutter under his breath, “Probably still could be.”

　“Well i’m here now,” You said light-heartedly, attempting to steer the conversation away from such sad topics. The past was the past, and neither of you could change that.

　The more the two of you drank, the more it wore you down, and it began to feel like nothing had changed. As if you were still his daughters babysitter who left a plate of dinner for him stashed in the fridge every night, and he was the dad who’d change your oil and fix your jewellery box when the hinges rusted.

　“Y’know, i used to have such a crush on you,” You admitted with a drunken laugh, and you watched Joel’s eyes widen in skepticism.

　“I don’t know how,” Joel chuckled, “Every time you saw me i was sweaty and covered in sawdust. Probably stunk.”

　“Well, I like a working man,” You commented, taking another swig of your beer, and Joel noticed how you words were still in present tense. It wasn’t liked, it was like.

　Your eyes glanced to the clock on the wall, and you sighed, downing the rest of your nearly empty bottle. “I better get going,” You rose from your seat, and Joel mirrored your actions. “Early start tomorrow. Gotta start preparing lessons and a curriculum for the rascals.”

　“I’ll walk you home,” Joel offered, and you accepted his proposal with a gracious smile.

　It was summertime, and Joel was thankful for the cool night breeze to save from the heat of the day. It raised pleasant goosebumps on his skin, listening to the bugs rustling and singing in the grass.

　Joel couldn’t help how his eyes tracked you, the moon illuminating you in a spotlight, your body dancing through the beams as you walked towards the small house Tommy and Maria had put you up in.

　You stopped on your porch, and Joel stood close to you. Dangerous close. You breathed him in, and tipsy words left your lips before you could register what the hell you were saying.

　“You still smell the same,” You breathed, dulcet tone coating your words, “Sweat, and wood, and beer. That’s what i liked most about you.”

　“Liked?” Joel questioned, taking an indulgent step towards you. “By the way you were talkin’ earlier, it seems like you still have a thing for me.”

　“Maybe i do,” You whispered, and Joel’s calloused fingers came to dance along your jaw, tucking under your chin to gently lift your face up to look at him. Your face was ruddy with vulnerability and tipple.

　His lips met yours, coaxing and honeyed with lust. He pressed you up against the wall of your house, the solidness behind you pushing you closer to him until your chests were touching. His hands found your waist, one creeping down to cradle your ass through your jeans. You melted into him.

　No one was out this late, but still, you were new to town and didn’t want to chance earning a bad rep before you could even introduce yourself. “Inside,” You breathed, and your voice was euphonious to Joel’s ears.

　He craved this, he craved you, and the two of you barely made it up the stairs and into your bedroom before Joel was on top of you, fingers unbuttoning your jeans as he slid them down your legs.

　Positioned between your spread legs, his tongue licked a stripe through your underwear. You moaned, fingers weaving through his silvery hair as he chucked the barrier off and down your legs, licking again as his nose tickled your clit. He flexed his tongue, allowing it to enter you before curling it and allowing it to drag out of you and up to lap at your clit.

　“So sweet, baby,” He cooed, “Just like i knew you’d be.”

　He continued to fuck you with his tongue until you bucked against his face, stubble scratching the plushness of your thighs as you rode your high out against him.

　He chuckled as your hands left his hair to cover your face in embarrassment at your actions. He carefully peeled your fingers away from your face, smiling. “C’mon baby,” He flattered, “Let me see that pretty face. I haven’t seen it in s’long.”

　He rose from between your legs and crawled over you to straddle you, pressing velvety kisses to your cheek, peppering down your neck until they reached the hem of your tee. He peeled it off of you, unclipping your bra as well, kisses turning into soft licks and bites as he took one of your buds in his mouth.

　You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into your thigh as he continued his actions

　“Joel,” You mumbled, fingers tracing the bottom of his shirt. “Please, i need you.”

　Those simple yet enticing words were enough to have Joel kicking it into high gear, sloppily chucking his clothes onto your bedroom floor. He pumped his cock in his large hand, precum spilling into his palm as his sonorous voice spoke, “Are you ready, darlin’?”

　You nodded as his tip slipped between your folds, collecting the slick Joel had left there earlier. He tutted, “Words, baby. Use your words.”

　“I’m ready,” You replied wantonly, words being broken by strained breaths as he pushed himself inside you. Even with the prep, the stretch still caused an ache deep within your core as his head kissed your cervix, but you fought the pain and focused on the pleasure as he began slow thrusts up into you, hips meeting your own.

　A lewd moan left your mouth as Joel began to pick up speed, fingers coming to deftly circle your clit to guide you through your euphoria.

　“Wanted this for years,” Joel groaned, words spilling from his lips uncontrollably, “Knew it was wrong to want such a pretty, young thing, but you were so damn cute in your cutoffs, talkin’ about changing kids lives and all that.”

　His accent became thicker the more he fucked you and the closer he came to cumming.

　“Knew you’d be such a good girl,” He continued, and another pleasured moan graced his ears, “Just like ya are now. Takin’ me so well like this, lettin’ me fuck you after not seein’ me for so long.”

　His praises were the straw that broke the camels back as you clenched around him, swallowing him whole as you came.

　“Good,” He breathed out, fucking you into overstimulation, “So fuckin’ tight for me, baby.”

　You met his thrusts with shaking legs, and you felt his seed spill inside you, coating you and filling you, creating a creamy ring around Joel’s base as he fucked you until he physically couldn’t.

　With a shaky breath he pulled out of you, sweat beading along his hairline and sheerness covering both of your bodies. He rose from your bed, pulling on his boxers before disappearing into your house, coming back seconds later with a wet washcloth.

　He gently wiped the mess between your legs, trying not to laugh when you twitched from the friction against your overworked clit. He put the cloth on your bedside table, handing you your tee and watching you modestly pull it over your naked form.

　He laid beside you after that, pulling you into his arms and tenderly stroking your hair, pressing kisses to your temple.

　The neon moon peeked at the two of you through your bedroom windows, coating you both in it’s glistening beams as you stayed like that, holding each other and catching your breaths, unsure of what tribulations the next day would bring as the moon would eventually dance away.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 months ago

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I would love a first date with Johnny storm, maybe after he gets his powers and we know he is kinda a playboy but I feel like after his powers he would want to find someone who wants him for him, and I was thinking that fem reader would be Reid's or Ben's shy sister, who likes Johnny but doesn't think he would go for her cause he's dated models and she's scared that he would be using her cause of him being a past playboy. Maybe some soft smut at the end, him showering her in affection and love, and I would love to see how everyone on the team would react to Johnny actually settling down

.⋆｡Just Perfect｡⋆.

Johnny Storm x plus size reader

First dates are never perfect but maybe this one could be

Warnings: reader is Ben’s sister, fluff, insecurity, mention of Johnny’s past, use of the word whore (Johnny was one it’s ok), swearing, implied smut WC: 1.1k

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Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

6:53 pm and you were rethinking your whole outfit. The dress was the wrong colour, it hugged you in weird places. The heels didn’t quite match the material and your makeup was subpar at best. You cringed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “Fuck I can’t do it.” You turned to search for your phone but suddenly, the front door buzzer went off.

“No no no no. Why is he early?” You tripped over a rogue shirt, catching yourself on the bedroom door frame as the intercom crackled to life.

“Hey Baby Benny, you gonna let me in?” Your heart lurched at the sound of his croon, it was somehow still perfect even through the shitty speaker by your front door. “Oh wait, I know another way in. See you in a sec.”

You darted for your purse, the one that definitely was not date worthy but it was the only one you had. You snagged the small brass handle that connected the strap to the purse, only noticing too late that a screw dropped from where it should have been and onto the floor. And just as the (locked) door to your balcony swung open to reveal a still smouldering Johnny Storm, the bar holding the d-ring together fell apart and your purse and everything inside it tumbled over the side of the hall table, slamming to the floor with the sickening sound of glass shattering.

“And that would be my compact.” Unable to fight it anymore, your shoulders dropped as the tears began to well up. “I’m so stupid.”

“Hey, hey baby.” Johnny’s warm hands curled around your elbows in a gesture you knew was supposed to be comforting but instead, it made you flinch away from him. This whole thing was too good to be true and you were a fool to think otherwise.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to pull out of his arms but Johnny didn’t relent. “You are definitely not stupid. Your brother? Oh yeah he’s the dumbest rock I’ve ever met. But you are a beautiful genius.”

“No.” You whimpered though you stopped struggling against his embrace.

The charming smile he was known the world over for faded as his blue eyes grew darker. This was not the Johnny who had so playfully asked you on a date only a few days ago, this was something a lot more dangerous. Though his grip did not tighten, you dared not to move away.

“Johnny-“

“Baby.” He responded firmly. “Y/N. What’s going on? Do you not want to go on a date with me that badly?” Your heart dropped to your feet, never had you seen him so utterly distraught, so insecure. Johnny was confident, smooth- a playboy in the truest sense but now, he looked so small.

You had thought it was a joke at first, the way he slid up to you as you fiddled around with some of your brother’s tools with a sly smirk on his face. He got close, the heat of his body setting your own alight as he caged you against the kitchen table. “So whaddya say, go out with me?” There had been dozens of reasons to say no but in that moment, all you could do was say yes because this was the man who had stupidly captured your heart so long ago and you were powerless to say no.

Trembling hands pressed against his chest, not quite enough to force space between you but to feel the erratic beating of his heart beneath the thin (fire resistant) button up he wore. “You don’t know how much I wanted this. But everything is all wrong and I think it means that maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I’m not supposed to get you. I’m not-“

“Not what?” His hands fell to your hips and you almost caved.

“I know what I look like, I know who I am. I can’t compete with the supermodels and movie stars. I’m not the girl that gets the super hot superhero, that’s not how it works.”

“That’s a lot of supers.” He gently pulled you closer, your stomachs now pressed together and for a second, you swore you felt something hard against you but then Johnny continued. “You’re right,” you bit down on your lip as your eyes burned with tears once more, but he didn’t flinch, “because you are something better. Fuck baby, you are so outta my league.”

“No I’m not.” You tried to protest but you were quickly silenced by a gentle squeeze to your hips.

His lips curled into a smile you had never seen before, gentle and yet somehow still demanding. He was almost glowing under your undivided attention. “Yeah you are and everyone knows it. You should’ve seen my sister when I asked her where I should take you for our first date. She told me that I should be maxing out a credit card to spoil you rotten to make up for my and I quote ‘Johnny-ness’.”

Your fight began to wither away and the way he smiled at you made it very clear that he knew he was winning. “You are the most gorgeous, kind, incredible, sexy woman I’ve ever met and I know I’ve been a bit of a, how do I say this delicately?”

“Whore.” You finished for him.

“Yes, that. Thank you,” he scoffed, “but you make me want something so much more than just sex. I want you. I want the peaceful mornings where you make coffee while I cook breakfast. The nights in, just being around you, listening to your voice, holding you the way I’ve wanted to since the moment you showed up in that stupid hospital after the accident. And you may think that things have gone so wrong today but I got to see you and that makes this date just perfect.”

“You make everything perfect.” He concluded as he cupped your cheek, keeping your gaze firmly fixed on him.

“You’re sure?” Your voice wobbled.

“Never more sure of anything in my life.” The last word had barely left his mouth before you surged forwards and smashed your lips against his. His blue eyes widened and then he melted into the kiss matching your ferocity. You moaned as he tilted your head, encouraging you to part your lips.

“Fuck baby.” Your nails dug into his sides, desperately trying to both fill your lungs and keep kissing him, which Johnny was happy to oblige. “I wanted to treat you right, dinner and then maybe a kiss on the cheek but you’re making it fucking hard to keep my word.”

“Don’t care.” You muttered between pecks. “Wanna see why all those girls kept crawling back for more.” His hips rolled into you, letting you feel just how badly he wanted to show you.

“Whatever you want, baby. I wanna make this perfect for you.”

“You already have.” You said as you pulled him into your bedroom.

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I Knew Your Were Trouble When You Walked In 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, dry humping, violence, threats, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Come on, sweetheart. You’re not gonna lay on the couch all day, are you?” Pete stands above you as you hug a pillow.

A clammy sheen coats your body as your insides ache. As much as you want to scrape his touch off of you, it lingers. The humiliation is as boiling as the fever. Your body aches through and through. Your stomach is empty but sickened and your head just keeps pounding.

You whimper, “please.”

“Now, why are you acting like this when I just treated you all nice.” He bends over you and lowers his voice, “we both felt that.”

“No, please,” you croak and cover your head. “I... I need to call the clinic.”

“You’ll go in a few days for your next appointment. Let old Pete take care of you.” He hooks an arm under you and halls you up. You cry out at the agony. “What’re you being so pathetic for? I didn’t even ask you to suck it yet.”

You push on his chest as your legs shake under your weight. “You don’t...get it. I’m sick. I could die.”

“You’re not gonna die, sweetheart.” He grabs you by the chin and lets you dangle. “You’re going to learn your lesson.”

You whimper and latch onto him. You can barely stand. You haven’t felt like this in so long. You hate it. It reminds you of when you were helpless. When you were tied to a hospital bed and waiting for the end.

“Don’t you go crying. That doesn’t do nothing for anyone, does it? What you do is you say, ‘I’m sorry, Pete. I’ll be your good girl.’” He jerks you meanly.

You sniffle and flutter your lashes, “Pete. P-Pete. I’m sorry.” Your throat tightens around each syllable, “I’ll be a good... girl.”

“No, no, say it right.”

“I’ll... be your good girl.” You whine. “Please call the clinic, please.”

“Shhhh,” he snakes his hand around your neck and bends to hook his other arm around you. He scoops you up and the world tilts around you. “I got you, sweetheart. I got my good girl.”

He snickers and winks as he carries you across the apartment. You lean into him. You can’t do much else but let him do what he wants.

He takes you into the bedroom and lays you on the bed. You groan and melt into the mattress. He looms over you, hands on his hips, and tuts.

“See, I can be nice. I’m not even gonna make you do nothing. You can watch.”

You babble dumbly. You don’t understand. You can hardly think straight. Your head lolls as you watch him move around the room.

He goes to the dresser and pulls open the top drawer. You blink and stare as he reaches inside. He sifts around before plucking out a pair of your panties. He turns back and struts up to the bed, his other hand tugging at his pants.

He pulls his dick over the top of the fabric and wraps your panties around his length. You stammer senselessly as he pumps himself slowly. He moans into a snicker.

“I just gotta imagine how the real thing feels, huh? I don’t need you all dopey headed as I’m scrambling your guts.” He growls and speeds up, his breath harrying with his motion. “Just a little preview for my good girl.”

He strokes himself, his head poking out above the rumpled panties. Your eyes glaze and you turn your head up. He snarls and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He leans a knee on the bed as he keeps going.

He hisses and huffs. You feel the tension in his grip. He grunts and spasms, gritting his teeth as he leans over you.

“Open up, sweetheart.” He squeezes until your squeal and part your lips.

He pushes his tip against your mouth and twitches. He cums in a fit of tremours, his low voice droning around you. You nearly gag on the taste of him, just as nauseated by your own helplessness.

He slows and smears the slick mess around your lips with his swollen head. He shivers and cups his balls as he sighs. He lets you go and gently taps your cheek.

“See, I knew you could be good for me.”

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dumbkiri · 2 months ago

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ALT DREAMER OF YOU

This is an alternate 'Dreamer of You' series that is set after the first chapter. I had this vision of [Name] being so prideful of Daenerys and I had to make it all about her lmaoo also Helaena spoke up!

First part: 𝖉��𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚

8 𝔭𝔤𝔰

North. Go North.

[Name]’s eyes never left the enchanting fire that spoke to him. The translucent voice kept telling him the same thing for hours and he sat there listening to it. The crackle of the fire warmed his body and he moved his attention to his girls still sleeping on the bed.

Daenerys, in her sleep, wrapped herself around her mother and the two dragons bonded to his daughter found sleep on her pillow. Usually [Name] would be against dragons sleeping in their personal chambers, but Helaena reassured him that their children were guarded by their light.

Go. North.

The voice commanded again, never ceasing. Then [Name] sighed and picked up Hellfire from the table making his schedule inside his head. He walked over to his clothes to get dressed for the day and he gladly ditched the sickening green color the Hightower-Targaryens wore. Instead he wore the more traditional colors of his house; black and red.

As he got ready, [Name] accidentally woke up his daughter and she sat up in the bed with groggy eyes. It was only when he had Hellfire strapped to his waist did he notice Daenerys awake. His boots clicked against the floorboards as he made his way towards her with a gentle look,

“Are you an early bird now, Dany?”

She shook her head and rubbed her eyes with one hand, “Where are you going, father? Can I come with you?”

[Name] scooped her into his arms and he led her across the room where he already had hers and her mother’s clothes out on one of the couches. Since she woke up, he might as well dress her and take her with him to prepare for the trip to Dragonstone.

“Of course, you can come with me. Shall we get you dressed?”

“Yes please,” Daenerys giggled and awed at the pretty dark red gown tailored just for her with black accents in her father’s hands. She’s never worn these colors before, but after seeing her father wear them, it’s all she wanted to do. She couldn’t though because her grandmother insisted that green had always been her color. Little Daenerys disagrees wholeheartedly now, black and red were the colors she was born to wear.

[Name] dressed Daenerys rather quickly as his daughter stood there diligently in her spot. But the smile on his face knew that she loved these new colors she gets to wear. Alicent used to complain about getting Daenerys dressed because she never stood still. The reason had been because she wanted to wear the colors he wore, this brough a goofy smile on his face knowing his daughter really does follow in his footsteps.

He wished that his father witnessed his favorite grandchild wear these proud colors of House Targaryen. [Name] knew that Viserys would have this giant smile on his face and the hug he would give Daenerys would crush her little body with love.

“This dress is very pretty, father.”

[Name] snapped back into reality and he watched Daenerys twirl in her spot, admiring the black ruffles that fluffed out with the spin. He chuckled, then stood up to his full height with his hand outstretching for her small one, “Come now, we have a lot to do today, are you ready?”

Daenerys took her father’s hand and could feel his warmth penetrating through his gloves. Ever since her grandfather passed down Hellfire to her father, the warmth surrounding his body never cooled. She pictured him like a fire that always burned, no matter what it faced.

“I am.”

……

“Where is your brother now?” Alicent watched her daughter admiring the creatures she kept in cages with silence. Her eyes stayed on the stiff Helaena, afraid that if she actually looked around she would find [Name] standing in a corner of the room menacingly.

But his presence was not felt, this assured Alicent that she could have a conversation with her kind daughter. Helaena would forgive her for what happened last night.

“He went out to check on Balerion and Dreamfyre with Daenerys, he’ll be back shortly if you would like to apologize to him,” Helaena spoke and picked up a cage that housed a very fuzzy tarantula.

Alicent finally noticed the way her daughter was dressed. Helaena wore a black dress with material that represented black scales and black leggings underneath. Her braided hair showed off the red corset and the very bright red Targaryen sigil above her right breast. Clothes that had this embroidered sigil were clothing only [Name] had someone tailor for his family.

Helaena always looked good in green, yet here she stood with black and red tainting her beauty. [Name] did this on purpose, Alicent knows this for certain. Her son taunted her with notions of these colors that reminded her so much of Rhaenyra and Daemon…of Viserys.

“Are you?” Helaena moved her observant eyes to Alicent and her mother shook off the chills running down her arms.

“Am I, what?”

“You came here to talk to me about what you and…the Lord Commander were doing last night. I know an act like that, mother. [Name] and I engage in the activity almost every night.” Helaena said this with no hesitancy and it displeased the mother very much.

Alicent grimaced and said, “Helaena, I don’t need to know that. What you saw last night, you or the little ones should not have seen. I wanted to-”

“I forgive you, mother,” Helaena mumbled, holding her tears back, “but my husband is a different person. Usually he’s not so easily angered. He’s kind and loving, never raises his voice at me or his children. He is a family man, dedicated to protecting us and learning how to be a soldier and a father at the same time. [Name] doesn’t want to be like father, a man who sues for peace every time an enemy slights him or like his brothers, boys who demand for war every time something doesn’t go their way.”

“You’re right, he’s nothing like them,” Alicent muttered, her eyes downcasted, “[Name] came into this world with a defiant cry, louder than when Aegon came. He grew up following the shadow of Rhaenyra, even going so far as to protect her children during that incident. Your brother admired Rhaenyra whilst living up to her standards pretending that she was his mother, not me.”

Helaena set the cage with the arachnid in it gently back on the table. Her mother did not hear a single good thing she described [Name] to be. Her mother only heard how different he was from his brothers. [Name] took to Rhaenyra because he admired their older sister. Then he got along well with Lucerys and Jacaerys, this trio bringing joy to Viserys when he was still alive.

She imagined the way [Name] would speak to their mother right now. All of [Name]’s worries and defeats came to her mind, remembering the way he felt useless in this place. She felt bad for her husband and this was her moment to speak up for him because he wasn’t here to defend himself.

[Name] defended her many times in front of Lords and their wives, their brothers and subjects. When they made fun of her, he reminded them to watch their tongue or else they’d lose it. When they watched her for too long, he tells them that Balerion likes watching men on fire running around before he eats them. Some warnings came out with a subtle threat and some left just as is.

“You’re wrong,” Helaena pushed herself to protect her husband’s dignity as a Targaryen, “It wasn’t a shadow he chased after nor did he see a mother in Rhaenyra. What my husband admired about Rhaenyra was something Aegon, Aemond or himself couldn’t attain. [Name] follows her because he sees and knows her as the true heir to the Iron Throne. Our sister was meant to rule the Realm and you gave it to a drunk.”

“Helaena!” Alicent glared at her soft spoken daughter who for once, spoke her mind. Or was it [Name]’s words speaking through her? “You cannot speak about your brother like that, most of all your king. Has [Name] tainted your thoughts with false-”

“You’re not listening, mother,” Helaena huffed, “We know who was supposed to be the ruler of the Iron Throne, but you and grandfather took that away from her. Your son took her son’s life because he lost an eye to him years ago. We lost a son because of this infringement on her claim to the throne. What more do you want from him? From her? I will not stand here and listen to you put blame on him when it was you, all along. And…I forgive you.”

“Are you saying it’s my fault?” Alicent asked with a finger pointed at herself.

“Are you denying that it’s not, Alicent?”

Helaena and Alicent snapped their heads to the entrance of the room and standing there in all his glory was [Name] with a worn out Daenerys in his arms. Yes, he looked intimidating in his all black dragon rider clothing. Although holding Daenerys close to his chest made him look more like a doting father than the rider of the largest dragon.

“[Name], back so soon?” Alicent questioned, settling the glare onto Daenerys’ dress. It seems her son is making a statement with his whole family. Again, this color is associated with Rhaenyra’s side of the family and it made her question the motives of her son.

He mentioned in the council room that he would fly out to Dragonstone to see if Rhaenyra really put that order out; a son for a son. Maybe wearing black and red would ease Rhaenyra and the rest of the Blacks by wearing their house colors. Her son would fight on behalf of his own, but not accuse the wrong party. Most of his anger is towards her and Criston Cole, she made them a target for him.

“I’ve been out since dawn with Daenerys preparing the dragons for a long flight,” He closed the door behind him and walked in the room with an imposing presence. Her sons were all different from each other; Aegon walked with uncertainty, Aemond walked with a calculated stride and [Name] marched in with confidence. “I believe it’s a perfect time to come back and have something to eat with my family. Now then are you denying Helaena’s claim and if you are, I’m willing to listen.”

[Name] stopped in front of Helaena and pressed a kiss on her lips, greeting her with love then he led her to one of the couches. They were going to have a talk with their mother if she wanted to. Helaena felt another kiss, this time on her cheek, when she sat down and to her surprise, Daenerys greeted her so kindly. With this action, Helaena scooped her daughter out of her husband’s arms and cuddled with her giggling child.

“Know that your apology might just save Cole’s life. If you fail to please my family, your lover will be lit by Balerion’s fire and he’ll be eaten by Dreamfyre.”

[Name] turned his affectionate gaze towards his mother and it hardened into a steely stare. He watched her sit down across from his family and upright with a nod.

Her voice came out annoyed and accusingly, “Of course, you would come up with a punishment like that. Your Red God must be so proud of you.”

“Mocking my faith now?” [Name] grimly chuckled then leaned back into the sofa, his arm draping over Helaena’s shoulders, “He doesn’t need to hear your false praises towards your gods, he’s already found you guilty for many things. But you are my mother and I will try to find something good in you. It might surprise you that I didn’t come up with Cole’s punishment.”

Alicent casted a shocked stare at Helaena and the soft spoken woman shook her head.

“Neither did my wife, no. The one to come up with Cole’s punishment was Dany. She got the bright idea when we fed some sheep and fish to Balerion and Dreamfyre. Tell grandmother what you told me about the Lord Commander, Dany.”

All the attention landed on Daenerys and the little girl sat up in her mother’s lap. Daenerys smoothed her dress down then addressed Alicent, “Grandmother, we find the Lord Commander, Ser Criston Cole, guilty for abandoning his post. Relieving the rest of the Watch allowed ratcatchers to infiltrate our floors and murder my brother and cousin. Rhaegar declared that when our father catches them, he will burn them in the blackest hells…simply put Balerion will light them up.”

Daenerys gestured with her hand to make it a point that the little girl didn’t know if her grandmother understood what Rhaegar meant by a black hell. The black fire had been notable by all of the people in Westeros as only one dragon did that. Dany has not seen her grandmother approach a dragon at all, not the young ones either.

Even Moonlight, Nightmare and Frostfang made her uneasy and they were across the room perched by Viserys’ crib. So she really did not know if her grandmother knew that Balerion breathed black fire.

“Since Uncle Aegon already caught one of the men and we’re still looking for the ratcatcher, Ser Criston Cole has to answer for his abandonment.”

“Daenerys, Ser Criston Cole follows my orders and-” Alicent scooted upward on the sofa to address her granddaughter as softly as possible.

But Danerys wasn’t interested in this gentle talk. Her brother is dead and she wanted revenge just like her father. Truth be told, she can’t wait to see the ratcatcher and the Lord Commander burn.

“Dragons are very unique, grandmother. The way they interact with one another makes me very curious, so I started watching a particular pairing. As you know, I’ve been around Balerion and Dreamfyre many times more than my own dragons.”

Alicent caught how Daenerys said ‘dragons’ and not dragon. But she allowed this mistake completely oblivious to the way her son kept his prideful look on his daughter.

“Did you know that Dreamfyre likes to eat sheep and fish that Balerion burns up?” Daenerys gushed and tightened her hands on her dress, “I think it’s really cute! She refuses to eat anything that her mate hasn’t burned. Then this idea came to mind as a punishment to those who caused my brother’s death. What if we have Balerion burn the men and Dreamfyre can feast upon them? Father told me it was a grand idea.”

“I’m sure he did,” Alicent said with a disturbed expression on her face. “Yet I cannot allow you to punish Ser Criston Cole. He did not murder your brother or your cousin. He doesn’t deserve a punishment like that.”

“Grandmother, I don’t understand why you’re defending him,” Daenerys’ smile instantly turned into a frown. Her lilac eyes flashing a dangerous red and Alicent swore she saw a reflection of a flame inside the purple color. “Your grandsons are dead. Your love for the Lord Commander is blinding you to the justice we demand. Do you think that they would have died if there were guards outside our room? Would you still protect him if you saw what we witnessed?”

Alicent looked away from the unshed tears her granddaughter had in her eyes.

“We watched Rhaegar fight to protect his cousin. We heard them cutting off Jaehaerys head. I clung onto mother’s dress as she picked up Viserys from his crib then ran away with her and Aunt Jeyne. When I looked back into that room…I saw the light leave Rhaegar’s eyes. I want his declaration to be law, do you understand?”

Alicent had enough of her granddaughter speaking to her like this. Her smart remark left her lips in a flash, “Well it’s a good thing you are not a queen and that your father isn’t a king. We will follow Aegon’s orders and only one man will burn for the prince and your brother’s death; the ratcatcher.”

Dany, for the first time in her life, glared at her grandmother then hopped off the sofa. The little girl’s height matched Alicent’s sitting form and she said, “No, it’s a good thing father is close to Uncle Aegon. They’re brothers, first and foremost. Fortunately for us, you forget that. Ser Criston Cole will be known as Crispy Cole very soon and you will witness Rhaegar’s vision of the blackest hell.”

Daenerys left the three adults flabbergasted by her leave making her way to the baby dragons and her young brother.

Helaena moved her eyes upwards to look at [Name] and the man covered his smirk with his hand, holding back his laughter. He couldn’t believe Daenerys just talked to Alicent like that. If his father were here, Viserys would crumble and crack at the show Dany put on.

“Your daughter needs to learn how to respect her elders.” Alicent’s angered voice cut through the awkwardness. The parents of the young girl could tell their mother had been slighted and did not take well to the subtle threat that was said.

[Name] shook his head and removed his hand, “No, she said everything that needs no sugarcoating. You underestimate her intelligence and her ruthlessness, Alicent. I suggest you warn your sworn protector of his future because there is not a corner of the world that he could hide in. A black hell Rhaegar declared is a promise we intend to keep for his honor.”

“Father, come look!” Daenerys’ voice carried over to the adults and [Name] stood immediately. Daenerys deserved all his attention after telling his mother off. Plus he wanted to know where she got the ‘Crispy Cole’ nickname from. It was very clever on her part.

When [Name] disappeared from Helaena’s side, Alicent addressed her daughter wanting to know what Daenerys meant by ‘dragons’. “Your daughter mentioned that she’s been around Balerion and Dreamfyre more than her dragons. She only has one, what does she mean otherwise?”

Helaena gestured with a tilt of her head to get her mother witnessing a grand sight. Because her daughter truly was a different Targaryen in a good way. Daenerys will grow up demanding respect and leading powerful allies for her cause.

Following the action with her eyes, Alicent saw Daenerys talking in high valyrian to two hatchlings. One hatchling covered in all white scales with black undertones and black wings, climbed onto Daenerys’ shoulder. Then another hatchling colored in a dark red - almost black- scales and bright green eyes walked up onto Daenerys’ outstretched hand.

“Daenerys is a very powerful girl, her will has drawn in another dragon to her,” Helaena smiled at the scene playing out between her husband and daughter, “She holds a bond between Moonlight and Nightmare. For centuries, she will be known as Daenerys the Assertive; the daughter of [Name] Targaryen, the Black Rider.”

Alicent had no idea why Helaena gave her husband that nickname when he was already ‘the Dreaded’ after his dragon, The Black Dread. But little did the Dowager Queen know, [Name] was soon going to join the Blacks cause.

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bri-cheeses · 2 months ago

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| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 704 | Ngl this was definitely inspired by my own injuries which have had me stuck in the weight room for the past month | But we don’t need to talk about that |

The door to the weight room creaked as it was opened, revealing a familiar head of blond hair and blue eyes.

“You in here today too, Bee?” Evan asked, making his way over to where Barty had been busy rowing for the past ten minutes. Barty slowed in his motions.

“Yeah,” he responded. “Coach wanted to rest my ankle before tomorrow’s game. I’m assuming you’re stuck in here because of your shoulder?”

Evan sighed, some of his energy leaving his frame. “Pretty much. I tried to go out for practice, but he took one look at me and told me to turn back around. Something about how a dislocated shoulder is actually a big deal, or something. I wasn’t really listening.”

Barty made a sympathetic noise in the back of his throat. Being injured absolutely sucked.

“At least you’re here with me?” he offered in an attempt to make light of the situation, and Evan huffed a laugh and went about his workout a little less weary and defeated than he had been. Barty just smiled and resumed his rowing.

An hour later and Barty was back at the rowing machine after taking a stint on the bike, and Evan had decided it was a good idea to do some shoulder strengthening exercises. Which Barty was all for, because he definitely liked the idea of being able to prevent that sickening pop! and tortured expression that Evan had worn when his shoulder got wrenched out of its socket, but honestly, did he have to be doing that right now? Because as Barty’s gaze was once again pulled to his best friend, he couldn’t help but notice the bead of sweat rolling down Evan’s temple, or the fact that his arm muscles were looking positively delicious as he exercised, or that his cheeks were flushed in that lovely way Barty liked so much.

From the corner of his eye, Barty saw the screen on the rowing machine go dim. He’d evidently been staring at Evan too long and the lack of motion had paused the timer. But instead of trying to refocus his attention and begin again, he simply hooked the rowing handle back into place and stood, stepping over the bar where the seat sat in order to cross the room.

Evan didn’t even see him coming up behind him, and he startled as Barty wrapped his arms around Evan’s waist and pulled him into his chest.

“Hey,” Barty said, right next to Evan’s ear. The resulting shiver that went down Evan’s spine was enough to have Barty smiling to himself.

Still, that smile fell just slightly when he took in the way that Evan looked to the left and right, just to make sure that they were, in fact, alone.

“You scared me,” Evan murmured once he had surveyed their surroundings. He turned in Barty’s arms, locking eyes with Barty as he slid an arm around his neck. And what would Barty not give to just stay here in this moment, soaking up any and all extra time they got to themselves?

“Sorry,” said Barty, not sounding sorry at all. “I just couldn’t help it when you were standing here, looking all… like that.”

“Yeah?” asked Evan. His tongue wet his lips, and yet his gaze flicked somewhere behind Barty. Without having to look, Barty already knew what he was looking at.

“We’re out of sight of the door,” he said softly, having checked before he even dared to come over here. Even if someone looked through the small window in the door there was no way they would be able to see Evan and Barty in the corner, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Which was just as well, because he knew that Evan wouldn’t have leaned in and kissed him if there was even a small chance of them being found out.

As it was, however, Barty simply sighed softly and leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms tighter around Evan’s waist as if to never let him go.

And maybe someday, he would have the opportunity to do this without fear, to hold Evan and kiss him and love him out in the open like it should be.

Maybe someday.

#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #yes I am fed up with my injuries (plural) what can I say #at least u guys get microfics from it ig #rosekiller microfic #oh btw the sport I was envisioning them playing was football (the american kind) but u can feel free to imagine whatever sport you like #my microfics

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