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Isekaied reader trying to escape the villainess's fate

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For the first few days you quite literally thought this was some kind of lucid dream, being dissapointed in the morning when you woke up in the same opulent room. You wondered what happened to your body, were you in a coma right now? Chances were low, the truck directly hit you, but not impossible. Should you just follow the original storyline and then maybe go back to your world?

But honestly why would you do that? Screw the storyline and all the male leads that abandoned a person who they supposedly knew and trusted for some damsel in distress heroine. You should keep up the act of feeling ill for a little longer and maybe go to one of your family's estate in the countryside. Maybe bribe a physician or two, that might put your engagement with the duke's son on hold and avoid the saintess selection at all.

And if that won't work you should be ready to run away before everything comes crashing down. You didn't feel any responsability for the marquis family, after all they didn't hold any affection for the original owner of this body, throwing her out of the manor and erasing her name from the family registry based on rumors. That was the problem, her entire downfall was caused by rumors spread by the other nobles and misunderstandings with the heroine.

First of all you should get rid of her bodyguard Simon. He never really enjoyed his position anyway, preffering to work with the military force instead of following around some noble lady to tea parties and social gatherings. But he was a present from the villainess's sponsor, duke Price, it wouldn't look good to return him without a valid reason.

If you go to the countryside to recuperate from your illness then there's no need for someone of Simon's skill to be there. Reclusing yourself from the social life, gathering enough money to leave the country and after failing the saintess selection your engagement will be broken naturally and after that you could leave without a problem.

Bribing the physicians wasn't even that difficult, paired with some tinctures that elevated your pulse and gave the impression of a fever nobody doubted your symptoms. You even pretended to faint on the staircase just to really sell the act, which it worked, although your family seemed more worried if the bruises from your face might scar than the actual pain.

For some reason Simon was reluctant to leave your service, but in the end it wasn't up to him. An uninterested response from your fiance in the form of a letter about your departure and an unreliable promise to visit you when his duties will allow it. You wondered if the childhood friend would bother reaching out, but he was probably busy with the new wave of responsabilities after his brother's death.

Your departure was surprisingly easy and a little sad seeing the lack of care or interest from the male leads and the marquis family. You left with only a handfull of servants and enough jewelry to not be noticeable, but still plenty to sell for a pretty penny.

The countryside manor wasn't as opulent as the main estate, but it was still better than any of the apartments you've rented before ending up in this novel. You had no problem slipping outside without the staff noticing and given the fact that nobody recognized you it was easy to blend in with the crowd with the right clothes. Just as you were going out of the pawn shop you accidently bumped into someone:

"Oh, my apologies, it seems I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"There's no need to be so formal, my lady, we are betrothed after all."

The universe must have a sick sense of humour because standing in front of you was your fiance. The fiance that wasn't supposed to be here and with whom you hoped there was going to be only a brief encounter a few months later. If a head or two turned towards you when they heard a lady swear under her breath like a sailor, you didn't pay them any mind.

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Asking Ghost to pretend to be your boyfriend at the pub

There's this finance bro in the pub that just won't take a hint about leaving you alone despite all the clipped and uninterested answers and even outright refusing him for the third time when he offered to buy you a drink. Your friends are too busy flirting with a group of guys and neither the desperate messages or the telepathic distressed signals you tried sending don't seem to reach them.

So you excuse yourself to the bathroom, splashing some water on your face and waiting for a while in the hope that the guy left. Unfortunately, not only hasn't he left, but he's waiting right outside the bathroom. Who does something like that?

Being beyond pissed and a little scared you make a beeline to the biggest and most intimidating guy around. He even wears a mask, your stranger-danger senses are on high alert, but getting rid of the guy you hear calling after you is more important. The masked stranger lifts his eyes from his drink and the others at the table stop their discussion and turn around.

"Excuse me, could you pretend to be my boyfriend for a few minutes? There's this guy that won't leave me alone and..."

Without saying a thing the masked guy pulled you into his lap and the others at the table went back to their discussion seemingly unfazed about everything. The other guy seemed a little unsure, but some idiotic sense of throwing out any thought of self-preservation made him approach the group.

"Hey!" he said a little unsure.

"Is there a problem, mate?"

"I was talking to them..."

"But they don't look like they want to talk to you. Do you know him, love?"

The nickname takes you by surprise, only managing to shake your head from side to side. A little amused he takes a handfull of your hips:

"Gotta speak up, love. Otherwise the bloke won't get the message."

"No, I don't know him..."

"You heard them. Move along."

It seems like the guy has more to say but the intimidating looks from everyone at the table seem to discurage him and he finally leaves. Breathing a sight of relief you attempt to get off his lap but a strong arm stops you, a full sleeve peeking from underneath the black hoodie.

"Um... thank you..."

"The name's Simon."

"Thank you, Simon."

"Well, haven't you got yourself a pretty pet, lieutenant?" said the older man with the mutton chops, smiling at the way you squirmed in Simon's lap.

"I don't share, captain."

"Greedy bastard" murmurs the one with a mohawk looking between you and Simon.

Why did it seem like you walked yourself right into a den of wolves?

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Best friend Gaz sabotaging reader's relationships

First it was the guy from your class that asked you out to a movie, but then he stood you up. Unbeknowst to you Kyle looked through your phone and changed the date, deleted the messages and then blocked the guy's number for good measure. His face doesn't betray a thing as he brings the snacks for a movie marathon at his apartment to cheer you up.

Then it was your regular from the coffee shop that tried to ask for your number, but Gaz told you about how that guy had a criminal record. He used his connections to make it public and the guy stopped coming there when everybody found out. Gaz might have forgotten to mention that it was a case of self defense, but that didn't matter anymore now when he was stealing fries from your plate, laughing at your indignant expression.

Kyle who managed to gaslight you to fight with the boyfriend you started dating during one of his long deployments, saying how toxic he is to feel threatened about your friendship. He even made several fake profiles and slid into the guy's DMs and it didn't even took that long for him to reply back enthusiastically. Of course Kyle showed you everything and you broke up with your now ex over text.

Gaz takes you out in order to cheer you up and plans for the most picture perfect date. He gets your favourite flowers, compliments the way you dressed, opens all the doors and choses a beautiful restaurant with a sea view. Gaz who listens attentively, chiming in with juicy details here and there and looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Kyle that after driving you home is way too happy when you timidly invite him upstairs. Kyle that might have spend the night there, waking up with you in his arms as it should have been from the begining.

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Isekaied reader as the villaines in a novel and 141 romantic interests (teaser)

As all bad things come it happened while waiting for the bus, trying to balance with one hand the box with your things after getting fired. In the other hand was your phone reading the last chapter of your favourite webnovel, the heroine getting her happy ending with a harem of handsome men, while the villainess dies tragically, punished for trying to harm the protagonist.

Despite being a really enjoyable novel, you couldn't help but feel bad for the villainess. She was just a noble girl whose reputation was ruined when some baron's daughter took everything from her: the fiancé, her childhood friend, the knight and the duke that was her sponsor since her debutance. It was unfair that she had died so tragically, stripped by her title and beheaded in the public square for supposedly trying to poison the saintess. And the heroine just looked like some white lotus, always being helpless and never trying to explain any of the misunderstandings that caused the villainess to lose social support until her demise.

Just because she was the supposed saintess, without actually being proven that she had any divine power, but who would doubt the word of the temple? Anyway, now it was finally over, the jealous villainess died and the heroine got her happy ending.

Right at that moment you felt a hand pushing you from behind, not being able to catch yourself because of the heavy box you fell right under the tires of a moving truck. The impact was fast and the pain immediate, shocked passerbys were screaming for someone to call an ambulance but it was already too late and you soon succumbed to darkness.

Just as you thought that this was it, there was a voice that kept calling you to wake up:

"Please wake up, my lady!"

Just as you gasped for air, still feeling the pain from the accident, there was an unfamiliar face, a girl that didn't look older than 17 years old dressed in a rather old-fashioned maid costume was looking worriedly at you.

"I apologize, my lady, it seemed like you were in pain." she said with a trembling voice, as if waiting to be reprimanded for daring to speak.

"What year is this?"

"This is year 286 since Saint Cleonid blessed the empire."

You must be making a dissatisfied face because she quickly bowed her head, her hands visibly trembling.

"It's alright, please calm down."

Now the terrified expression was replaced with a confused one, at your request to leave you alone for a moment she was too happy to oblige. As soon as she left you hurried to the full lenght mirror, but the image was an unknown one, no, it was the face of the villainess from the novel you were reading before your death. And if what that maid said was true then you were exactly one year before the heroine of the story came to the capital.

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'50s housewife reader and husband John Price

cw: misogynistic and icky behaviour, condescending John Price, intention of babytrapping reader

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The sun was bright and early finding you in the kitchen making a hearthy breakfast, eggs and bacon sizzling in the pan and fresh orange juice already in glasses. John was sitting at the table reading the morning paper, enjoying his coffee exactly how he liked it, basking in the bliss of newlyweds life. The fresh smell of aftershave was still clinging to him, his grey suit pressed and ironed the night before paired with a dark tie were set upstairs on the bed.

Conversation was light, commenting about the church fundraiser next week and decorating your new house, John sharing some anecdotes from the golf club.

"I was thinking about getting a job at the school, with Ms Hopkins retiring in a few months it seems like a good opportunity." you said matter-of-factly, not noticing the way John's hands stilled, gripping the paper.

"There's no need for that, honey. We do well with my salary and we just moved, didn't you said you wanted to decorate our home?"

"It's true, but this would be helping the children of the community. I am qualified for the job after all."

"Indeed you are, but what about our family? It would be hard to care for that and a job."

"John, we just got married. I thought that we'll wait for a while before having children."

A displeased look passed over John's face, but he quickly masked it with a tight smile. He put the paper down, the chair scratched a little as he moved and patted his lap:

" Come here, sweetheart."

Embarassingly fast you get up and go to him. He pulls you on his lap, a hand on the back of your neck, not squeezing but holding firm as if scolding a pet. The dissaproving gaze from his eyes has guilt choking you from within, his hand absentmindedly graze over the edge of your floral skirt.

"Darling, I like to think that I was patient enough. We delayed our wedding in order for you to finish your studies and I happily supported that, but I thought we agreed we will concentrate on building a family after that."

The reminder of his financial support when even your parents refused to help makes your resolve meaker. He really was there for you and after all John is older, thoughts about building a family are important to him. As if sensing your discomfort his demeanour changes almost impercetibly, the hand from the nape going to your cheek, fingers lifting your chin to look him in the eye:

"I'm sorry, John. I didn't mean to upset you..."

"Shhh, it's alright sweetheart. Of course you didn't mean to. You're just feeling lonely, all by yourself in the house all day in a new neighbourhood. It seems that I've neglected you and that gave you such silly ideas."

"I'm not sure..."

"Aw, my poor wife, so lonely, should give you a baby to soothe you" John said with faux sympathy, the hand under your dress moving further up your thigh, his fingers grazing your underwear. Laughing meanly at the small gasp you let out.

"I have to go now, but we'll talk more about this little situation when I get back."

"But John..."

"Don't be impatient, darling. Or should I take you over my knee to teach you proper behaviour?"

You squirm at his words, hiding your burning face in his chest which only seems to amuse him further. He gives you a kiss on your forehead and gently lifts you off his lap. At the door he gives you one final kiss before putting his hat on and going to the car.

"I'll be home early so make sure dinner is ready, alright darling? And please wear that blue dress, you know how much I like the way it fits you."

You nod obediently, still a little flustered and as John's car leaves the driveway you go inside thinking about cooking the pot roast for dinner, it's John's favourite after all.

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Ghoap and surrogate reader part 5

A continuation to this

Masterlist

cw: unhealthy relationship dynamics, obsessive behaviour from everybody, babytrapping(?)

Days at the cottage passed away peacefully, waking up sore between two man with a lot of stamina left you laying helplessly in bed during the day, sleepy between the sheets that started to feel familiar.

Shortly after that weekend you woke up with all your things neatly packed in boxes brought by Simon and Johnny from the car. When asking them how they got inside your apartment and what about your lease, they just shrugged saying everything has been taken care of.

"But how did you get in? Shouldn't have waited a little longer before moving in?"

"You gave us the key, bonnie. And the moving was bound to happen anyway, better get it done early, don't want you running away."

You know for sure you didn't give them any keys, but arguing would go nowhere. And the way his smile tightened when joking about the running away was enough of an indicator about not trying it. You couldn't even if you wanted because where else would you go? Didn't have any money to afford rent and neither friends or family that could be of any help so truly they were your only option.

When they showed you the nursery the next day after you slept together for the first time, you didn't know how to feel. Never really entertaining the thought of motherhood until now because there wasn't a family for that child to belong to. But now it might be different, you just needed to squeeze yourself into the core of the family you could have with them. You would give them a baby and yourself.

You don't probe too much, not commenting on the way you haven't been outside their home for a while. How one of them would always stay behind while the other goes into the city for necessities. You have long abandoned the act of remembering what life before them used to look like, you just focused on fitting în with them and it wasn't even that hard. Johnny's humour paired with Simon's sarcasm made for entartaining moments. Deliberate touches and looks could convey more than simple words and day after day it felt like you gained another small part of their world.

So you try to carve a space for yourself, you're affectionate with both of them, easy banters with Johnny and silent but meaningful moments with Simon. Despite their careful watch, you still managed to snoop around a bit, looking through old family photos, Johnny's drawings and other belongings just to learn a little bit more. When finding Simon's diary you debated for a moment about reading it, but ultimately you decided against it, if all goes well he might soon be able to talk about his thoughts with you.

When meeting Price and Gaz you're the epithome of domestic bliss, twirling around in a floral sundress, make-up and hair made to look efortless. A whole feast of delicious food finished with homemade cake earned you those two's approval. Unbeknowst to you Simon and Johnny were watching your every move, with every smile directed at Price or giggling at Gaz's jokes their nails would dig in their palms a little more, a feeling of jealousy and possessiveness falling over them.

After both the sergeant and the captain left they were on you in seconds, both a little meaner with every love bite. A few hours you were peacefully sleeping between them, having been bathed by Johnny when it was hard to stand on trembling legs, feeling a little sore. Numerous purple and bite marks were blooming underneath Simon's way too big shirt for you, there were even handprints on your hips.

Somewhere along the way you start noticing the same desperation you feel reflected in their eyes too. The way Johnny's playfulness woul turn into deep talks about personal fears and anxieties. Simon on the other hand became more extroverted, the same person that usually wouldn't give anything other than a few grunts was now talking your ear off. And soon talks about the future included the three of you in years time, joking about the stone path Simon wants to build next summer and the glorious vegetable garden you and Johnny will grow.

And one morning everything finally flew into place. Excitedly walking out of the bathroom and making your way to the living room. Both Simon and Johnny moved their eyes from the tv to look at what you were holding. With a little thud you place the stick on the table, it takes a second for the two them to understand what is happening: there are two red lines on the stick. In that moment there were three satisfied smiles for the same reason: Now none of them would ever think of leaving the others.

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In the Time of Hollow Days

Chapter 5 An early winter

Part 4, masterlist

Despite Y/N's protests John started cleaning up the spare room, all her assurances that the couch would be fine fell on deaf ears. If it wasn't for his wound he would have probably insisted that she took his room, but she shot that down before he could even finish speaking.

It was a new rhytm of life, waking up on a slightly uncomfortable mattress, still better than camping, seeing John in pajama bottoms come out of his room scratching his belly, being mindful of the bandages that she would have to change soon. Taking for herself Simon's (a friend of John?) earl grey stash and enjoying the warm beverage while eating a piece of toast started to feel like a routine.

Thankfully there haven't been any incidents of home invasion, but John made a point to teach her how to use a firearm, arguing that it was better to avoid getting too close to those creatures in a fight. Despite that Y/N still slept with the bat at the foot of her bed, a way to ground herself back to reality when her nightmares would get too much.

John also wasn't spared of sleepless nights, more often than not seeing a ribbon of light under his door when she would go to the bathroom to wash away the tears and nigmares away. Sometimes for a second Y/N would think about knocking on the door, but as soon as her fist was a few centimeters from the wood the moment would pass and she was back in her room. It was unnerving that despite asking John for time, still not giving him a definite answer, she already started thinking about some of the things around as her own. And John seemed to pick up on that, spending way too much time in the wooden shed retouching or building new furniture for the room. When trying to tell him to slow down he just dismissed her worries saying it's good for him to keep his hands busy.

Part of Y/N wondered if that was the military man in him speaking, still having the need to protect, to be in complete control of his surroundings, or maybe just the thought of being needed again. Those seemed the type of thoughts a man like John would have, someone more at home on the battlefield than outside of it, someone clumsy in the civilian life.

She wondered if that was why he was trying to get her to stay, the duty of the soldier to protect vulnerable people, but that thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. She didn't want to be anyone's pity project, sure she could really use John's help, but it didn't feel like they were on equal grounds. For the moment he wouldn't throw her out as long as his wound needed time to heal, but what about after that?

As if sensing her thoughts John would come and pull her into the garden or towards the wood shed or to shooting lessons, distracting her for a while.

She still remembers the incredulous expression on his face when he asked her what she would have eaten if her rations were over and she answered squirrel stew. He wouldn't understand her vendetta against squirrels. Even now when foraging for berries and mushrooms in the forest under John's watchful eye, every sound of rustling leaves would make her flinch just to see one of those damn rodents gnawing on an acorn.

He kept his promise and her food rations remained untouched, still tucked safely in her backpack in the corner of her new room. Still unpacked, as if she was still waiting for him to change his mind when the winter came and throw her out. But he didn't, day after day she would wake up and go to sleep still in her room on the same bed which's headboard John built for her.

Her life started to feel almost domestic at that point, Y/N didn't know if that was a result of being able to grasp some sense of normalacy living here. If John noticed any of that, he didn't let it show, although his eyes always seemed to follow her when she entered his line of sight. A hand on her shoulder that sometimes lingered for a moment too long, the warmth in his smile making her feel like something more than a necessity.

One evening while listening to one of the songs from the record player she couldn't help but try to probe him a little:

"Why did you chose this place to retire?"

"Seemed convenient at the time, isolated enough to not be bothered, but still close enough to a city to get supplies."

"Does that mean you have a car? Why didn't you try going further from this place?"

"And go where? I don't know how much about the situation they told people on the news, but there were already thousands of infected cases from way before. They only made the information public when every hightech lab failed to find a cure."

"Would you ever consider leaving?"

"Only if the situation gets unmanageable here."

"And where would you go?"

"Pressuming that I can actually get there in one piece, there are some people from my old task force that should also have their own place deep in the mountains or forests. I believe they would help me, if they're still alive that is."

The last part was said with a bitter tone, something self-accusatory in his voice, like he was blaming himself for something that wasn't ready to be voiced out yet. Y/N didn't understand if John's hesitation came from a place of guilt or maybe a refusal to come to terms with reality. She wondered if his choice to stay rooted here, still so close to danger was perhaps a way for him to atone for his sins. Enable to stop herself she asked:

"Why does it sound like you blame yourself?"

"I'm not a good man, Y/N. And I've made my peace with that. Someone needs to get their hands dirty for the world to stay clean and for a long time I didn't mind doing that."

"What changed now?"

"I no longer see a world worth dying for in order to protect it."

His words make chills go down her spine, here it was again that same bitterness in his tone. Probing him for more details felt wrong, after all he didn't owe her an explanation. Right at that moment she saw a white layer on the window seal, small snowflakes dropping from the sky, a harsh wind making the windows rattle.

"It seems like winter is already here." said John matter-of-factly, looking more towards her than outside as if gauging her reaction.

"But it's still too early, it's barely november."

"You can predict a season based on the month anymore."

"I guess so... How bad is the snow up here?"

"Right now still manageable, but if the winds pick up and the snow keeps falling, you can be sure there won't be anymore visitors up here for a while."

That wasn't what worried Y/N at the moment. If what John said was true, and she didn't have a reason to not believe him, then that means she might get stuck here for a few months. The last two weeks were comfortable enough, but how far would John's generosity extend in these conditions? Should she just ask him directly? As to spare herself the pain and humiliation of being thrown out in the dead of winter?

"... John?"

"What's the matter, love?"

"I'm not sure what to do now...with the snow and all that."

He didn't say anything for a couple of agonizing seconds, surely he knew what she was asking about and it was finally time for her to actually go. Finally sparing her the wait, he spoke:

"Then I suppose you should make yourself cozy until spring."

And just like that he went back to his reading as if everything was decided and maybe in a way it was. Y/N made herself busy by peeling an apple, she couldn't eat the skin, something about the texture, the guilt of being called a picky eater or difficult to please following her well into the adulthood. Unbeknowst to her, John was gazing at her over the book cover debating about adding another lock to the door, just a precaution.

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Concubine reader spends the night in emperor Price's chambers

A continuation to this

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cw: smut from the halfway point, a little bit of angst for a second, yandere John Price at the end

John's chambers were deep within the palace, carefully guarded, there being even an antechamber for attendants as to not disturb the emperor in his private space. High ceilings with painted murals, open skies cracking with angels and divine light, around you on the walls frescoes and tapestries depicting mythological creatures from the farthest parts of the empire. The air around smelled like sandalwood and rosewater, in the center of the the room was a canopy bed draped with fine linens and embroided silk, a rich shade of purple was peeking in the glow of the lamps.

It was the type of luxury that even most nobles couldn't dream of, but more than personal greed it was a status symbol of the royal dynasty, a statement of absolute authority.

John slowly took your face in his hands, waking you up from your reverie, the look in his eyes making you aware of the vulnerable position you found yourself in. Wondering if that is what John's enemies see on the battlefield, the fire in his eyes to take down whatever is in the way to what he desires, to conquer and submit it to his will. Something darker appeared on his face for a moment, but it might have been a flicker of the lamps.

He holds you like he expects you to slip between his fingertips, hands helplessly grasping for something that was just there. There's tenderness in his eyes, a small smile in the corner of his lips, but there's also want and hunger. There is a beast barely restrained, jaws aching to pierce skin and to consume, it was almost frightening.

"Do you fear me, my lady?"

"Only a fool wouldn't fear the emperor, my lord."

"That is true, but even the emperor is just a man under the sky."

"But he doesn't get to live like any other man, he has a life beyond most people's imagination."

"Perhaps, but the cruelties of the world don't spare even those of royal blood. Life robs us all of something precious."

"What were you robbed of, my lord?".

You fear he's gonna say her name, his empress that died before an heir could have been born. You're thankful for the dim light that doesn't let you see her smile mocking you from a portrait.

"Although you're in my arms, your mind seems far away, my lady."

"I fear I might be an imperfect replacement for someone else. The thought of Your Majesty gazing at me hoping to see another's face wounds me."

"It seems I failed to properly convey my feelings. My lady, there is no other place I wish for you to be other than my heart. You are no one's replacement because there wasn't anyone like you until now."

His words touch something deep within you, a string that hasn't been played since your childlike mind could see the world as a place worth embracing. A time when its cruelties still seemed small enough to bear on your own.

This time you envelop your arms around him, squeezing in an effort to place him near your heart. John's fingers were drawing small circles on your back, sweet words whispered like promises and just like that your lips meet again, already getting familiar with each other.

Before long you feel the soft line of the bed underneath you. Eager fingers loosen and untie the laces of the bodice bringing it off, white chemise contrasting with the deep purple bedding. Your dress and petticoat pool at the foot of the bed near John's clothing. Scars cross over his chest like shooting stars across the sky, dark hairs slightly curled at ends tickling your palms.

John lays small kisses along your inner thigh, nimbling at the skin while he makes his way down, strong arms keeping your hips in place. Trying to squirm while his lips finally get to where they wanted to be for so long earns you a slap over your thigh, John ignoring the small gasp that comes out of your mouth:

"Behave yourself."

The commanding tone of his voice makes you still, glassy eyes peeking at John's head between your thighs, a warm tongue licking over. As a noble woman you had to present yourself as a virtous and pious lady, but in that moment a wave of ecstasy like nothing else overcomes your sense.

John's glistening beard tickels you when he kisses you just as hungry as before, tasting yourself on his tongue. An impatient hand grasps your breast, slowly massaging it and meanly twisting a nipple. A low chuckle makes its way out of John's throat at your words:

"You are a cruel man, my lord."

"Are you gonna keep calling me" my lord" even when I'm inside you?"

An indignat expression shows on your face which only amuses him further. There's something hard poking at your entrance, John's eyes pleading for you to let him in. You slightly flinch at the intrusion, soft coos whisperead in your ear, but you feel the strain in his voice. He drags you down his lenght, the feeling is a strange one, but not unpleasant. As he draws his hips back just to push them again, thrusting himself even deeper encouraged by your moans, another wave of pleasure comes over you. Despite your shaking and squirming John keeps your hips in place, thrusting a few more times until there's something warm spilling inside you.

"I hope I'll soon get to see you swelling up with my heir and many others to come. I wouldn't let you out of my sight, I wish I could keep you safely tucked in my chambers forever."

But you're too exhausted to hear John's promises, on the verge of a dream you watch his lips move, but don't understand his words as sleep engulfs you easily. John chuckles and tucks you in, a possesive hand over your womb, limbs tangled as the sun starts to slowly rise over the horizon.

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Innapropriate coworkers 141 headcanons

cw: workplace harassment, power imbalance

Price: your boss that calls you to his office for every little thing and that discussion could have totally been an e-mail. He chastises you every time you wear pants about proper workplace dresscode, which you know is bullshit because Johnny comes in a hoodie and jeans and nobody bats an eye. You're pretty sure he intentionally spilled his coffee, that is never to his liking, just to have you on your knees cleaning it up.

Ghost: your manager that alternates between not saying anything about your work or picking it apart and making you do overtime with only the two of you in the office. He refuses to do something about the broken AC and instead tells you to wear a shorter skirt. You're pretty sure he spend half of his workday looking at you over his computer instead of actually doing his work.

Soap: your colleague that you can't leave any food unattended near him. He would munch from your half eaten lunch while looking you in the eyes, will even lick the spoon for good measure. The only reason you don't go to HR for his double-meaning jokes is because he is the office clown and everybody would turn on you for not being able to take a joke and looking at his smug face he knows that too.

Gaz: your other colleague and at first glance the only actually nice one, until he catches you changing the paper in the printer room and apparently the only place he can wait is right behind you. He catches you between him and the printer, his breath on the back of your neck and an arm that traps you. Any complaints about his behaviour gets you dirty looks because how dare you say something bad about the pretty boy of the department. You're pretty sure he has a secret fanclub that he's aware of and will use it against you.

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stalker!König headcanons

stalker!König that sees you drawing a little kitten coffee art in order to perfect your skills and despite the fact that he knows you did that to the other three customers who ordered after him, he still likes to think it was special.

stalker!König who after that makes a point to come to the cafe every single day on his deployments, getting a seat at the table in the corner and watch you until the end of your shift. It kind of creeps you out but he tips you the cost of two coffes and rent is due so you don't say anything to your manager.

stalker!König that has an entire album of zoomed in or blurred photos of you made with shaky hands. He especially likes to look at them on long deployments, imagining you waiting for him, playing with the scrunchie he managed to snatch when it fell out of your tote bag.

stalker!König who starts following you home at night after your shift ends, as a safety measure he tells himself when seeing in which part of the city you live. He stands in front of the building waiting for a light to go on to see which apartment is yours.

stalker!König that starts leaving gifts at your front door and the initial excitement for a secret admirer is replaced with a sense of dread when the gifts start getting more expensive and personal, uncomfortably accurate notes noting on little moments from your day.

stalker!König that gets absolutely ecstatic when one day you make the first move to talk to him other than taking his order. Asking him in a tense voice if he could walk you home because you're scared someone is following you and he seems like the most intimidating person around. He waves off your offer of a week's worth of free coffees as thanks: "Dont worry about it, Schatz". You're too scared in the moment to notice how he doesn't ask for directions leading the way to your home.

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Overly nice neighbour Soap

Finally moving in a place on your own with no annoying roomates living dishes in the sink for days on end and pasive aggressive notes left on the fridge, seemed like a dream come true. And it really was for a while, unexpectedly finding yourself in a comunity with friendly neighbours, Johnny being probably the most eager to help and befriend anyone.

When he offered to help you move some of the boxes, he already picked them from your hands before you could even answer him. And if he lingered for a while after that looking around your new home, it was only fair that he was tired and offering him a cold beverage was the least you could do. You brushed off the torrent of questions about your life (some more appropriate than others) as his way of getting to know you, although there was an unmistakable smirk on his face when learning about you not being in a relationship.

And Johnny is really helpful, he really is, it's like he knows about every little problem with your home before you do. When the bathroom sink starts leaking he's eager to fix it, a hand în the pocket of his jeans fondling something. When the new bed arrives he insists on assembling it on his own, spending close to an hour in your bedroom. Upon entering the room you see that one of the drawers was slightly ajar, you must have forgotten to close it. Johnny makes a point to mown his lawn shirtless when you tend to the garden despite leaving it overgrown in the past.

He always has his blinds open so he knows every time you go out and all the packages you recieve. You're completely mortified when he gives your most recent package telling you about a good brand of batteries, winking at your dumbfounded face. Not daring to touch the small vibrator for a few days, but eventually caving in, he was right, that brand really lasted a while.

Johnny gets even touchier if that's possible, the hand from the shoulder slowly moving downwards, his jokes getting dirtier, boyishly winking as if you two shared some kind of secret. The problem is that you can't really complain without sounding insane. He is this friendly guy that everybody in the neighbourhood adores, an honourable military man, dependable and trustworthy and any word against him gets you dirty looks and offended gasps.

So you put with the relentless flirting and teasing, the touching that borders on being inappropriate and the fact that he seems to know than nobody would think anything bad about him. This is why when he very publicly asks you out on a date at some comunity event you can't say anything other than "yes" when there's a few dozens pair of eyes gauging for your reaction. The smile on Johnny's face is anything but reassuring, looking like he's finally done holding back.

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Meet-cute Ghost at a cafe

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Ghost that takes a look at reader profusely apologising after bumping into him and spilling their coffee on him and decides he really likes the way they're touching his chest while trying to wipe his shirt.

Ghost that brushes off your offer to pay for dry cleaning in favour of buying him another drink and unsurprisingly he choses an earl grey tea. Because you don't know how to act around strangers you start rambling away about the history of tea and the art of tea ceremony, even pulling out some articles and videos.

He doesn't really say much, but the way his eyes follow the shape of every word on your lips and encourage you to continue when you feel like blabbering and start apologising feels reassuring. Simon as he told you to call him offers to look after your things while you go to the bathroom.

While you hype yourself in front of the mirror, accumulating the courage to go back at the table and ask the behemoth of a man for his number, Simon slips a tip to the barista for making your coffee a little less hot and not putting the lid properly just as he asked.

When you come back, too caught up with nervousness while asking Simon for his number you don't notice his careful look at your fingers as you type in the password. After saying goodbye he takes a quick look at his phone, following the red dot on the screen showing the tracking device he planted in your backpack. After learning your routine perhaps he should take Riley on a walk in the park near your home.

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Concubine reader and emperor Price at the night market

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The night market is beautiful, the streets are decorated with paper lampions and there are food stalls at every corner. Stoping at one you buy yourself something delicious, John is looking at the juices dripping from the skewer and onto your hands:

"Is it good?"

"Would you like a taste?"

Something darker passes over his eyes, his smile a little tighter as his finger wipes the corner of your lips and then licks it while looking directly into your eyes:

"Tastes pretty good, might want more later"

At his comment you feel your cheeks getting warmer, looking everywhere but at John's face, missing his satisfied grin. He keeps a firm hand on the small of your back, carefully guiding you through the crowd of people, two guards discretely following close behind. In the square center near the fountain there's an old song playing, couples gently swaying to the music.

"Would you like a dance, my lady?"

"I haven't danced in a long time. I'm afraid I might step on your foot a couple of times, my lord"

"Then it will be good practice for the both of us"

He gently takes your hand in his, an arm around your waist, slowly dancing on the rhytm of the song, smiling from ear to ear when John spins you a couple of times. He regards you like a precious memory that he wants to hold to himself, bringing you even closer, head resting on his chest. As the song comes to an end and you try to step back a hand gently caresses your hair trying to bring you even closer:

"Stay like that for a little more"

You don't say anything but feel your heart skipping a beat as John's fingers lift your chin, pale blue eyes gazing with unmistakable hunger at your parted lips, jaw aching to pierce the skin of your neck. Just as he's about to do something colorful fireworks illuminate the sky, startling both of you for a moment. John catches himself, still holding you in his arms he lowers his head to your face opting for a kiss on the forehead. Still a little shaken you barely notice the world around you, slowly making your way back to the carriage. As you head back to the palace John takes your hand in his:

"It seems that my years on the battlefield made me forget proper etiquette. I hope I didn't offend you in any way, my lady."

"You didn't offend me in any way, my lord." you smile at him reasurelly.

"You wouldn't say that if you knew the thoughts that go through my mind every time I look at you"

"What kind of thoughts?"

"Thoughts that I could only whisper to you behind the closed door of my chambers"

At that the carriage rattles on the road almost throwing you in John's lap, his arms around you and before he can ask for permision you close the space between the two of you. Lips glide over each other, a warm tongue liking around your mouth, a finger pressing around your neck lingering near the pulse. The kiss grows sticky, an hairy arm runs down your spine. As you finally pull out, a string of saliva between the two of you and John is ready to go back in there, the carriage comes to a halt and voice from outside:

"We arrived at the palace, Your Majesty"

John helps you out of the carriage, not letting go of your hand for a moment. When a maid comes to led you to your room John sends her back:

"There's no need for that. The lady will spend the night in my chambers"

"As you wish, Your Majesty"

You make a point to not look neither the maids or the guards as John slowly guides you to his chambers.

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Alpha 141 headcanons

alpha!Price that gets a whiff of an omega's scent in the grocery store. Following it between aisles until he spots you in the chocolate section looking between two options, a slight crease between your eyebrows. You end up taking both and leaving to pay, after that John scoops up the rest from the shelf, after all he has to be prepared for his omega's first heat. He makes a well placed phone call and soon after looking at the parking lot footage he's got your car's license plate.

alpha!Soap that almost faceplants himself on the treadmill when omega reader gets on the stair climber near him. He grips the handles and makes an effort not to moan in public when looking at a bead of sweat falling down your neck near your cleary unmarked scent gland. He puts his best smile when asking the receptionist about your name feigning concern about some alpha bothering you. It's almost too easy to get your name and the dates of all the classes you booked in advance, already thinking how to play out your first encounter.

alpha!Ghost that lives next door, not really the talkative type, but you manage to get a few grunts out of him when seeing each other in the elevator. When your bathroom sink starts leaking and you can't get hold of a plumber he offers to help and although he was thankful for the cookies you baked for him, the pair of panties he managed to take from the laundry basket was the actual reward.

alpha!Gaz that approaches you in a cafe giving the wallet that you didn't even noticed you lost. He smells like citrus, his fingers touching yours when taking back the wallet, holding to it for a second too long. After you thank him and go on your way, he takes out his phone looking at the photo he took of your ID. Looking up your adress he already plans to bump into you in a few days, this time maybe convincing you to give him your number.

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Neighbour König- part 2

Days passed and with König's help the little house was starting to be livable again, even if König still looked comically huge in the small living space. You tried not to laugh the third time he hit his head at the entrance (you remember him calling your home of "inadequate dimensions").

Seeing him pouting in the corner with his shoulders hunched as to avoid hitting anything else pulled on your heartstrings. Getting on tiptoes you pull him closer and give him a quick kiss under his hood.

Remembering the first time he pulled his hood off and showed his bare face you start feeling your heart beating faster. It was then that he officially asked if he could be your boyfriend, watching his big blue eyes gazing pleadingly, fingers twitching nervously around the handmade cookie jar.

"For the cookies... I hope I can eat them with you from now on"

"I didn't know you were good at pottery"

"Just a hobby, ja, it helps me when I get nervous"

The image of him crouching over a ball of clay and carefully making it into something to gift you was an endearing one.

"Do I make you nervous König?"

"Ja, but in a good way"

You take the way too big cookie jar from his hands, admiring the work put into it:

"It's lovely, we should bake a batch together right now"

"Schatz..."

Taking his hand in yours and pulling him closer you ask:

"Will my boyfriend help me?"

A deep red makes its way from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, but the big smile streching across his face is what makes you kiss him right then and there.

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In the Time of Hollow Days

Chapter 4 An unexpected proposition

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Although Y/N didn't doubt John's coffee skills she was grateful when he put a mug of earl grey tea in front of her. He mumbled something about Simon killing him for taking his stash, but she wasn't sure what that was about and didn't want to probe. It was a strange feeling, having a meal other than a protein bar or something from a can and hearing John tell stories about his military days, being especially amused about the ones with someone called "Soap".

Y/N talked about her years in university, all the odd jobs she did in order to get by and how when her landlord didn't want to fix a leak under the sink she improvised with gum and duct tape. John looked amused and a little insulted when she insisted it actually worked...for a couple of days. The conversation flowed easily and when the plates were clear and the cups empty Y/N knew that it was time to go.

When they were right at the door a hissing sound was coming from outside, both of them stopped and carefully peered out the window. Outside there was a person, no, a creature in their final stages. They still try to talk and act like humans but they are incapable of speach and reason, making up with their speed and viciousness instead. How did it get there? Were there others? Was she gonna have to get through the forest that might be swarming with these creatures?

While these thoughts were flying through Y/N's head John put a hand on her shoulder and told her to get back upstairs and lock the door. He took his riffle and some amunition while the creature outside was violently banging on the door trying to get inside. Unsure of herself she quietly went upstairs while looking worriedly at John:

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yes, don't worry about it. It's not the first time one of those made their way to my home. It's only gonna take a minute. Ok?" He tried to smile reasurely at her. Y/N nodded and went back upstairs.

Immediately going to the window she could see John outside coming from behind the cabin, the creature didn't yet sensed him. In a swift motion he pulled the trigger and it all grew quite in a moment. Right then another two figures emerged from the forest, this was not good.

John seemed to think the same way, he aimed his riffle at them and managed to shoot one of them, but the other was faster. This was not good, despite John's warning she ran downstairs taking her bat and finding the open window through which he probably got out. She tried to keep her footsteps light, peering from behind the corner she saw John on the ground and the creature above him trying to bite, the riffle between it's teeth being the only thing stopping it from doing that.

Y/N gripped the bat and slowly approached the commotion, John saw her and before he could scream at her to go to safety she swung the bat at the creature's head. She hit it again and again remembering the first time she did the exact same thing so many months ago. Falling to her knees Y/N felt her head pounding, a firm hand touched her shoulder:

"Are you alright, love?"

She couldn't speak, her mouth filled with cotton but managed to give a nod. John was tracing small circles on her back, not saying anything but his presence was enough to soothe her nerves.

Managing to calm herself down she looked at the carnage around, the closest one had it's head beat up to a pulp, skull fully cracked and brains spilled on the ground with flies around the gooey substance. A curious thing that stood out were the small purplish masses in the remains of the skull. Was that the effect of the virus? She couldn't stand around the first and until recently her only kill, so it was hard to tell.

John seemed to catch her eyes:

"You've done a pretty dangerous thing, you know?"

"I guess so"

"Pretty stupid too"

"Is that your way of thanking me for saving your life?"

"You put yourself in danger."

"I've been in danger for a long time. If I didn't get rid of it now it would have found me anyway."

"Indeed, that seems to be the way things go nowdays."

"You sound like an old man" Y/N said giggling.

John looked at her almost offended, but he too broke into a laugh, right at that moment he slightly winced,a hand on his side.

"John what happened to you?"

"One of this bastards had a knife, I think he managed to nip me a little."

She never saw any of them ever being able to use weapons after turning. This was not a good predicament at all.

"You wasted all this time consoling me instead of telling me you were hurt?"

"Can you blame an old man wanting to see a pretty sight before going away?"

"John, this is not funny, we have to treat the wound immediately!"

Y/N helped John back up, pressing a rag against the wound and going back inside to the bathroom. She let him on the toilet seat and went through the cabinets looking for the first aid kit. Thankfully the wound wasn't that deep but it would need a few stiches. Although John was mostly silent, letting out just a few grunts when the needle pierced his skin, from the way he was closing his eyes tightly it definetely hurt.

"That was a really stupid thing to do"

"Throwing my words back at me, love?" he said amused.

Y/N ignored the pet name in favour of carefully bandaging around the tender skin.

"You said it happened before... the creatures getting here?"

"Only on time, a runaway from a group of survivors, poor bugger started turning before I could even greet him."

"Was that the first one you killed?"

"No, before leaving the military when negotiating a hostage situation one of them turned and attacked the rest. Before we put them down there were no hostages left to save"

"I see... that must have freaked you out"

"Usually people would say it was a difficult thing to witness"

"We encounter difficult things to witness every day, but people only pay attention when it starts affecting them. How do you feel? Can you stand up? "

As John was trying to get up a sharp pain surged through him, breathing a little heavily. Without meaning to he roughly grabbed Y/N's arm, catching himself when he heard a small gasp:

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you" He said looking guiltily at her, that pair of pale blue eyes staring pleadingly.

"You really do apologize a lot, John"

That seemed to calm him down, a small smile on his lips.

"As I said, it's a recent habit of mine"

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"Don't really have choice now, do I?"

Silence streched between the two of them for a few moments when suddenly John took her hand, grabbing it gently between his fingers and looked at her:

"I understand you might not like the idea, but please give it a thought. I am afraid to let you leave alone when the area surrounding us is more dangerous"

"What are you saying John?"

"There's another empty room upstairs used for storage. I could give it to you if you wish to remain here until the situation gets better."

"In exchange for what? Nobody is that generous without an ulterior motive, you know that too John"

"I understand your hesitation and ultimately it's your decision, but I hope I can persuade you to stay for at least a while longer to make sure that the forest is safe."

"Is that your only motive?"

"To be completely honest an extra pair of hands helping around to prepare for winter might be useful now that I am a little slow down"

"Can I think about it for a while?"

"Of course, love"

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Concubine reader gets harrased by the staff and emperor Price intervenes

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Sleep doesn't find you easy, the image of John's smile repeating in your mind again and again. The next morning the maids wake you up from a restless sleep, busy to get you ready for the day. Another letter from the emperor arrives after breakfast, he asks you to accompany him to visit the night market and see the lantern festival.

With the letter there is a wrapped gift and when opening it there is a poetry collection. On the first page in a penmaship that starts to feel familiar are the words: "This is a personal copy of one of my favourites, I hope you'll find as much joy reading it as I did. I annotated parts that reminded me of our pleasant discussions". Smiling you carefully caress the words and go read some of the poems in the garden under the willow tree.

When it's time to get ready to meet John you discover to your horror that almost all your dresses have been cut down or ripped, tatters of fabric on the floor. None of your maids looks you in the eye when questioning them. You would not be surprised to find some of your jewelry missing too. Just as you're feeling dejected an attendant from the main palace comes to pick you up, but stops in his tracks when seeing the mess of your room. He swiftly turns around without a word, probably going to inform John of you not being able to come. A group of concubines outside your chambers witness the scene with curious eyes, one of them snickering behind her fan.

As you try to pick up the pieces and see what could be salvaged, the maids going outside and not bothering to help you now, the door opens and John comes in. Maids and concubines alike scramble to greet him, it's been ages since he payed a visit to this place after all, but he only looks at you, a furious expression on his face. You quickly catch yourself and curtsy:

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"It seems someone managed to sneak into the lady's room and destroy some of her things" said the attendant from earlier.

"And where were the maids or guards when this happened?" John asked impantiently. The silence that followed was deafening, maids quickly dropping to their knees pleading for mercy and even the concubines were cowering in a corner.

John made his way towards you, a hand lifting your chin and the other on your shoulder. His expression morphed into something gentler, but the crease between his eyebrows was still there:

"Were you hurt?"

"No, Your Majesty, I got to my room after everything was over"

That seems to assure him, some of the tension in his shoulders visibly dropping. He keeps a hand on the small of your back, rubbing small circles.

"An investigation will be conducted tomorrow in order to catch the person who dared to do this. Any found accomplices from the staff will be fired immediately! "

"But Your Majesty..." one of the guards tries interjecting, but the look on John's face make him stop in his tracks.

"The rest of lady's belongings will be moved to an already prepared room in the main palace. I hope the staff will be suficiently careful this time as the value of any damaged or stolen items will be directly deducted from your pay"

That seemed to motivate them, the maids picking your belongings with great care and trembling hands. A carriage was already waiting outside, John gently taking your hand and helping you get in.

"I hope this unpleasant experience won't trouble you for too long"

"Thank you, Your Majesty. You've been too kind to me"

A finger gently caress your cheek, a smile on John's face as he brings your head to rest on his shoulder.

"I hope the night market and the celebrations will be to your liking"

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