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ceilidho · 5 months

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prompt: IKEA soap/reader fic. PART 4. (read 1, 2, 3) tags: dubcon; nsfw

You only realize after the fact that you may have miscalculated in thinking that this could be a one-time thing between the two of you.

After listening to Johnny bitch and moan during the Christmas party about having to take time off work to spend the holidays with his very religious family, you delude yourself into thinking you’ll finally be able to have some peace and quiet around the store. Not literally, of course. Working during the holidays is always a recipe for exhaustion—parents coming in at the last minute to demand toys that have long since sold out, fights breaking out in every other aisle as customers fight for the last palatable set of Christmas ornaments and boxed fruit cake.

You’re not delusional enough to think that work will be a piece of cake, but you are selfishly a little happy that you’ll finally get some time to breathe without Johnny hovering over your shoulder at all hours of your shift. Seasonal shoppers are as exhausting as always, but you get to sit alone in the breakroom with a cup of coffee in the morning right before your shift without someone staring at you or breathing into your personal bubble.

Johnny spends his entire time off blowing up your phone, sending you pictures of his childhood home, calling you during your breaks, and sending you weird videos that seem to have been filmed entirely in the dark where you can’t see or hear anything apart from some weird squeaks and one loud grunt at the very end of the video that sounds kind of like—you close the video.

You spend the first few days of January dreading his return. The day of is like a shock to your nervous system, the whole morning spent pouring coffee with a trembling hand.

“Hiya gorgeous,” he purrs when you clock in for your shift. You’re somewhat used to Johnny sneaking up behind you, so you don’t flinch this time when you feel the length of his body press up against you at the time clock.

“Johnny, it’s seven in the morning,” you mutter out through pursed lips, shoulders stiff when he puts his hands on them and digs his thumbs into the tender points of your back. You bite back a moan.

“Missed ye, kitten. Cannae believe I went a whole week without hearing you purr.”

He could’ve phrased that a thousand other ways, but he just had to choose the one that would make you wince. He digs his thumbs in again, trying to push the moan out of you, but you tamp it down. You hold back a shudder when he plants his nose onto the crown of your head and inhales, drawing your scent into his lungs.

“Where’ye assigned ta today? Jeff owes me a favour—gonna ask him if I can spend the day with ye so we can catch up.”

You go still when he drops a firm kiss to the side of your head. “I’m…not sure. I haven’t checked the schedule yet.” It’s a half-lie. You may not have checked the schedule yet, but you know from having briefly chatted with your manager this morning in the parking lot where you’ll be spending most of your day.

Still, it means that you get to shake off Johnny for a bit. “Lemme go check for ye, okay, hen? Stay here, a’right?”

You watch him jog off down the hall to the breakroom before finally leaving. It’ll be better for you if you’re gone before he comes back.

The first hour of your day is spent on softlines until Priya in jewellery randomly comes down with a chill and gets sent home early, forcing you to cover her section. Usually that wouldn’t be such a bad deal—it means you get to spend your shift helping people try on bracelets and rings, restocking the earring display, and leaning against the counter for hours at a time. It’s not a particularly busy station.

While you're assigned to the jewellery section though, Johnny pops out of nowhere as you're helping a customer contemplating a birthday ring for his fiancé. With the kind of confidence that you’ve come to expect from Johnny, he uses your hand to model some of the rings, but this time it feels oddly weirdly intense. When he slides the first ring onto your finger, you can feel the way he holds his breath, even shudders a bit. He presses himself right up against you behind the display counter, hardness pressing against your hip.

It doesn’t take long for your customer to leave. Johnny’s demeanour is off-putting, concerning even. You can’t fault the guy for being rightfully repulsed by the way Johnny crowds up against you like you’re alone together.

“What are you doing?” you hiss through your teeth.

“Cannae help it, hen. I ken ye wanna wait, but it jus’ makes me a bit emotional seein’ my girl wearing a ring I put on.”

He blinks down at you with big, blue eyes, the picture of innocence. You should’ve anticipated there being a danger in letting Johnny stew over that on his own. Of course he’d come to his own conclusions, even one as deranged as thinking of your hook up as a step towards dating. You can’t help but side eye him.

“We—we’re not a couple, Johnny.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Ye just let anybody eat you out in the supply closet then? S’that right?” It’s said rhetorically, like he knows the answer already. You flinch at the slight though.

“That was—” you cut yourself off to take a breath, an ache growing behind your forehead, “—that was a…it was a one-time thing. You can’t just act like we’re dating.”

His lips turn down in a pout, displeasure rippling across his face. You brace yourself for the inevitable argument, for shit to hit the fan, because obviously that’s what’s brewing under the surface. You brace yourself for worse too because when you happen to glance around, you realize how few people are actually milling around in the area.

Then, instead of losing his temper, Johnny’s eyes grow smoky, heavy-lidded, and the pout lifts into a lazy, playful grin. “A’right, kitty, no’ dating then. That’s fine wi’ me.”

This time it’s you that frowns, staring up at him dubiously. “…Really?” It feels too sudden, quicksilver. Johnny’s fiery by nature, short tempered on his best days and more likely to grit his teeth and bear the displeasure of not getting his way than happily giving into it. His sudden smile is at odds with the version of him that exists in your mind, furious at you for denying him.

Maybe you’ve got him all wrong.

The gleam in his eye betrays nothing, however. “I swear.” He leans closer to you then, fingers fiddling with the name tag pinned over your chest on your work vest, straightening it. “Doesnae mean we have ta give the rest up though. Ye liked what we did in the closet, right, hen?”

It feels like he’s sucked the air out of the room, as big as it is. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that.”

“Och, c’mon, kitty,” Johnny breathes, hunching just a little over and into your space, making the moment feel private, just the two of you. “Had to talk about it eventually. Did ye just expect that everything would go back to normal after ye let me eat ye out? Hey—” he catches you when you try to make a move to step away from him, wrapping a big hand around your wrist and tugging you closer to him, “—listen, kitty—it doesnae have to be anything serious, right? That’s what’s making ye all jumpy and nervous? I’ll lick your pussy, free of charge. Dinnae need any labels. How’s that sound, kitty? Dick on demand?”

It should repulse you. The way he speaks to you is crass, crude. His voice is hushed, haggard, fur stretched taut over stone—and yet, your hands tremble, just a little. It tempts you. Purring Scottish burr, lapis lazuli eyes, bristle cheeks that you still remember scraping up your inner thighs. He’s a package you can’t imagine sending back.

“You won’t get…you promise not to get weird about it?” you ask.

His smile curls up, impish. “Cross my heart, kitten.”

Maybe you’re delusional enough to think that you can have your cake and eat it too. There’s a voice in your head telling you to face the facts, but you disregard it as if you haven’t been working with Johnny for months. As if you aren’t aware of his penchant for saying or doing anything to get his way. It’s maybe naive of you.

All you know is that he smothers a laugh when you tell him you’ll think about it. Knows he’s got you right where he wants.

You don’t fight when he drags you into the single-stall bathroom towards the end of your shift, letting him position you in front of the mirror before sinking to his knees behind you. Forces you to watch the way you come apart on his tongue, not giving you his fingers until you beg him to, the whispered plea a hairsbreadth away from becoming a scream.

“Oh, did she miss me?” Johnny breathes, a happy laugh in his voice when he runs the broad side of his tongue over your entrance from the back. “Fuck, look at that. Winked at me ‘n everythin’. Hi darling, missed ye too.”

You don’t think you’ll ever be the same after hearing that come out of his mouth. You go hot all over again when you clench involuntarily, equal parts turned on and horrified. He sniggers before trying to cram his whole tongue up into you.

There’s a moment of panic when Johnny draws up behind you after making you come and you hear him undo his pants. There’s nowhere for you to go with your pants still looped around your ankles, underwear pulled all the way down as well. You hear yourself hiss a startled Johnny when he slots a fat cock between your thighs, staring dumbly at the reflection of him behind you. At your back, he seems massive, lean and trim but towering over you, broad.

He shushes you. “Dinnae be selfish, hen—gotta get mine too. Jus’ gonna fuck your thighs, dinnae fret.”

You squeak when he pushes your thighs together forcefully, dragging his cock over your folds to wet himself. Watching Johnny fuck is nothing like staring down at him when he eats you out. He pants harsh and ragged into the side of your head, nips at your ear. The glint in his eyes goes animalistic, vacant. Human desire recedes, subsumed into the animal part of his brain with the single-minded need to fuck.

The only thing keeping him from driving up into you, accidentally or not, is the way you keep your thighs pressed together. A warm, tight channel for him to push his cock into. Thick fingers dig into your waist, sure to leave bruises. You wince when lean hips pound against your backside, growing frantic as need overtakes him. You flirt at the edge of panic, certain that at any second, he’ll pull your thighs apart and nudge the head of his cock up into you.

“Jus’ like that, fuck,” he grunts. “Be a good little fuckin’ girl and jus’ let me—”

His tongue lolls out on a particularly rough thrust, hands groping over your belly and up to your chest, slipping his hand under your shirt and bra to pinch your nipple. He twists it mean, nasty, until you have no choice but to grunt through grit teeth, eyes watering. You feel like a doll meant for his pleasure, no choice but to grip the sides of the sink and let Johnny use you until he comes.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, eyes going half-lidded. “Love makin’ this pussy come. Love gettin’ her all messy and wet. Lettin’ me between your thighs even when I make ye nervous—fuck, ‘m gonna come, ‘m gonna—fuck, fuck, fuck—”

White come stripes the sink in front of you, thick and viscous. Paints the inside of your thighs as well when he drags his hips back until just the head of his cock sits nestled up against your sex. Hyperconscious of where it tags your inner lips, that there’s no barrier between the two of you, just come and skin.

The full body shake shocks you, a ripple from your heels to the top of your head.

His free hand grasps you by the hair when you try to slip away. “Ye gonna clean up your mess, baby?”

You glance back up at his reflection in the mirror, trying to suss him out. Shark-like eyes meet yours. Something you’ve seen in glances before finally staring back at you with full force. You reach for the paper towel dispenser with a shaking hand.

“Nah,” Johnny scolds, giving you a shake. “With your mouth.”

The command hangs in the air, no joke or laugh to undercut it. His eyes read serious to you, still dark. No leniency present in the blue.

You stare down at his come on the sink, slack-jawed. “You don’t seriously mean—”

“Jus’ kidding, silly,” he chuckles, giving a teasing bite to your earlobe and tugging. The tension in the air disperses. “Got ye, huh?”

You force a laugh. “Yeah…got me.”

#i cant believe this shit is at 10k and i still have another part to write #ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #soap x reader #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #soap x you #soap/reader #ikea soap

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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After Missions

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Plot: Miguel rarely let’s anyone in after missions. But he does make exceptions.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: Movie was amazing! I would say more but I’ll stop myself. I see a lot of fics for Miguel but there’s few SFW ones, that needs to changed. Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

“You sure you don’t need to get yourself checked out?”

“I’m fine.”

“I can literally see a gash on your side, Miguel.” Jess deadpans.

“I’m fine.”

“Is that all you know how to say?”

“No-yes-argh! Just leave me alone please.” Miguel widens his stride, entering his private space. Well, almost private space.

“I can call her.” Lyla and her uncanny ability to pop up despite not being called for.

“You will do no such thing.” Miguel winces as he takes a seat. Peeling off his suit, he groans as the gash looks at him with a nasty red smile. This was going to take a while.

Lyla shrugs, “Suit yourself boss.” Her hologram switches off quicker than usual and Miguel knows that she’s up to something. Not that he had the energy to care.

Using his left leg, Miguel pulls out the first aid kit with difficulty. The gash was just all in a day’s work, but that didn’t mean he looked forward to stitching it up after every mission. You always did it much better.

“So, are you even going to sleep tonight?”

Miguel sees you standing at the entrance and curses internally.

“One of these days, I’m going to shut Lyla down.” He mutters, loud enough for you to hear.

“It was Peter actually. Thank god because he knew you would be to stubborn to call for help.” Despite your jab at Miguel, you didn’t seem to bothered at how grumpy he was.

Sitting across him, you take the needle from Miguel’s hands. “You didn’t think of taking some painkillers before I don’t know- you try and sow yourself up?”

“I don’t need it.” Miguel grunts as you prepare to clean the wound. He hisses loudly as the cotton touches the raw skin.

“Sure tough guy, keep telling yourself that.” You chuckle. “Here, take these.” You pass him a couple of painkillers before getting to work.

Silence takes over as you steadily work on his wounds. Pursing your lips in concentration, you finish the last bit, cutting off the excess string.

“Done!” You stand up slowly to stretch your body. You stand beside Miguel who is still sitting down, tossing on a grey sweater. You run your fingers through his curly hair, giving Miguel a head pat.

“What are you doing?” Miguel doesn’t seem annoyed. In fact, he seemed more confused at your actions.

“A head pat. I thought that would be obvious. For a job well done. Usually the people that I stitch up are way more fidgety.” You mused. “Besides, isn’t it nice?”

Miguel’s about to tell you that he isn’t a domesticated animal but your fingers somehow work magic on his scalp. He finds himself automatically leaning into your touch, letting out a soft purr.

“Not a word to anyone about this.”

“As long as you come straight to me after missions.”

“Deal.”

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Afterword

“Did you guys see that! Miguel just smiled! Oh the world’s going to end soon.” Peter gasps dramatically as he paces up and down the room with a babbling Mayday.

“I knew our boss had some color to him! He’s not just multiverse business and all.” Pavitr grins. “Hobie come on, gimme my 10 bucks.”

“Damn it, I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to this. How was I supposed to know O’Hara had a soft side to him?” Hobie passes him a couple of bills.

“Alright guys, let’s get outta here before Miguel finds out.” Gwen ushers the group towards the exit before all four come to halt to see an unamused Miguel glaring at them.

“Oh shit.”

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Feel free to explore my other Miguel works here!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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How They Say They Love You

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Mihawk x GNReader

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Luffy

Words of Praise

• Luffy shows love by words of praise and also constant physical touch.

• The Goofy ADHD man loves to talk and praise you. Speaking about you like you were sent by the gods gift wrapped for him and that you are just perfect.

• Him speaking to you is also a act of love, chatting with you for hours on end since he can't get enough of it. It's truthfully really sweet and he will just like to hear you talk as well.

• "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! There you are! I had a crazy dream I wanted to tell you about!"

• He may not have the strongest attention spand but for you- He could listen to you all day.

Humming softly as you looked to him, giving him your undivided attention which made him smile.

- "Hey (Y/N)" Luffy whispered, wrapped around you as the two of you laid together on the deck of the ship and staring up at the stars above. His hands rubbing circles on your skin as you cuddled closer.

He had been chatting with you for the last hour, deciding a date on the deck of the shop would be nice- Getting Sanji to make the two of you a nice dinner and even some drinks. For you a cocktail while Luffy opted for milk.

"I just to let you know, I appreciate you in every way. I adore you. If something was to happen were we could never sail again, I just want you to know that I would very satisfied with it since I got time with you. I love you."

Zoro

Quality time and Listening

• Zoro adores you, but he is a rather stoic person when it comes to the romantic aspect of his emotions. So the way he shows his love for you is by quality and listening.

• As you chatter on he will calmly lay next to you listening to every word. If you want also giving back useful commentary to show how important what you're talking about is.

• He also shows it by actively wanting to be near you. While it doesn't seem like much at first Zoro will always place himself close to you, enjoying your presence above all else.

• He also likes taking you around to beautiful places so that the two of you can revel in it and just enjoy each other's time.

- You had been sitting in your quarters reading. You had a bad day and truthfully were trying to find a way to wind down. Rubbing your temple to try and ease off the frustration.

Already feeling better about the shit day You looked to Zoro, seeing his eyes focused on you as you spilled your heart. It made your heart flutter as you could see the way he looked at you- like you were the most important person in the world.

"(Y/N)- You're stressing" Zoro said suddently, surprising you by his sudden presence in your quarters. Walking over from the doorway he sat next to you calmly, Leaning back in his usual lax self.

"Sorry I just had a bad day" You mumbled, Zoro waving for you to speak about it. Which you gladly did- Beginning to rant about how Nami had annoyed you and venting.

Sanji

Cooking and PDA

• Sanji is a very romantic person at heart- He is big on showing love their very public displays of affection and also flexing his skills on you.

• Be prepared to be talking and suddently dipped into a passionate kiss infront of everyone before spun and left blushing, dazed and not knowing which direction you were in.

• "Well hello sweetheart~" He purrs out and wraps a hand around your waist and plants his palm of the flesh of your ass drawing a Squeak from you and smacking the man's arm for such a think. Drawing a loud laugh from him.

• This man can't get enough of you ❤️

• He also loves to use his cooking skills to show love. Be prepared to gain some extra love weight with this man around! From your favorite breakfast in bed- Suddently having a homemade candy kissed into your lips and more.

- You were in the shared room you had with Sanji, going through your supplies to be prepared for when you guys next docked and more then likely ran into trouble.

Usopp

So focused it wasn't until a firm smack to your behind drew you from this and you spun around red faced to see a Smiling Sanji-

"You're gonna leave a mark on of these days!" You whine, Sanji winking at you "I'll kiss it better then" He held up a beautiful slice of cake to you. You giggling at this and reaching forward to take a bite of the sweet dessert and hummed in delight.

Sanji stared at you, a smile on his lips as he kissed the back of your hand and caressed your cheek.

"I hope the dessert is sweet enough for you. Even if it pales in how sweet you are~"

Physical Affection

• Oh this man is a cuddler- Head over heals and wants a hug more then anything!! Maybe it was a lacking of physical touch growing up as he only got a handful of hugs from Kaya after his mother died- or that he just likes the way you feel. But Usopp is very physically affectionate

• This man leans on you, while he spouts nonsense he will subconsciously lean against you like you are his anchor

• Will want some cuddles at some point- Can't sleep without them after a while or can't sleep if you're not near by.

• Likes all forms of physical Intimacy, Holding hands, Hugs, Kisses, Massages, cuddles, sleeping together, 'Sleeping' Together ❤️ , and more. Just wants it all

• Will walk in to see you hard at work and immediately start to massage your back- "A little to the left" You groan out, Usopp chuckling at this and doing as you instructed with a proud smile.

- You'd taken a break. Tired from the long day of working on the ship, you leaned against the railings and stared out at the sea. Taking in the salty air and calm rocking of the boat.

Usopp hugged you tighter and tucked his face against your neck; His arms wrapping around your waist as his hands rubbed gently against your sides. He felt warm and so soft- his love practically pouring through in his hug which made you smile.

"You doing alright?" You hear Usopp say softly, covered in soot and smelling like gunpowder as he grinned at you. You nod and relax as you feel him wrap his arms around you.

"Just tired" You say softly and close your eyes to relax against the man.

Nami

Gift Giving

• Nami has a rough time with admitting feelings. Having been in a abusive situation for many years she can't show vulnerability easily and that includes romance- But she's so in love with you it conflicts.

• So Nami had found a way to show you the love you deserved while she slowly worked on herself. She studied you- Saw the things you liked and what made you smile and got things for you.

• Hiding them around in places only you would know about or directly handing them to you.

• Nami knows she is a work in progress. But hopes that her gift giving and slowly opening up to you just shows how much she cares.

• The two of you were sitting side by side- Holding hands which was new for Nami and just enjoying the moment. Nami shifting and holding up a wrapped box for you "This is for you-" She said shyly, You smiling and giving her hand a gentle squeeze and thanking her profusely

- Nami had left the day earlier- It had made you a bit sad however she had some errands to run for the Strawhats due to her natural skills in bartering and getting what she wanted.

You had walked into the bedroom to change for the evening, however saw flowers on the bed, your pajamas already laid out and some gift boxes on your side. A letter laid ontop of them- opening the letter quickly you smile at the words

"I love you (Y/N) I got these for you. I'll see you Tommorow morning I promise. ♡ Nami"

Buggy

Holding the letter close to you and feeling your heart flutter. You smile and open up her sweet gifts. There was your favorite animal in a stuffed toy form and a dessert that looked expensive and was just to your taste. You knew even if Nami had a hard time expressing herself but it was these moments that clearly took a lot of thought and care that truly showed her love.

Domestic and soft Intimacy

• Buggy is a egotistical brat- But he loves you more then he loves the sea. You are his stars, so he will show you love with his real self.

• His whole life is a performance, but with you it's the real deal. So you only get the real him in turn. Even if in public he is loud, rude and will pretend to treat you the same even if he seems to fail even infront of others.

• Gentle hugs, soft kisses, Holding you with a arm over your shoulder or a gentle hand rubbing your thigh.

• Also is oddly domestic-

• Whem you are sick he makes a nice soup for you- Sitting next to you and feeds you the homemade soup, measures out your medicine and makes sure you're hydrated. "Rest Doll- I'll take care of you.."

• Buggy acts almost like a house husband with you. Gentle, domestic and soft- The opposite of his Clown Persona.

- The two of you had woken up late, having not gone to bed early due to.. reasons 😳. So you guys were scrambling to get ready- Buggy buttoning your shirt while you fixed his hat and so on.

"Damn it I can't find my boots"

You hiss, searching desperately as Buggy helped look for you as well. Finding them with his stuff he carried them to you and gestures you to sit on the corner of the bed. Obediently you do, Buggy kneels and carefully slides the boot on each foot and starts to tie your laces.

You felt your cheeks warm at this- Buggy humming softly as he finished tying your shoe and smoothing out your bottoms of any invisible on your clothes. He looked up at you and you just saw the undying love in his ocean eyes, rubbing your leg for a second before standing to finish getting you ready.

Mihawk

Acts of Service and Gentle Touches

• Mihawk is a very VERY reserved man. Not one for open affection or truly any hard emotions at all. So while he does love you he has a incredibly unique way of showing it.

• The man sees acts of service as a way of love and so he does anything for you. All you have to do is ask and you shall receive- From cooking dinners, cleaning, being mindful of how you like things. This is how he shows love.

• As time progresses he will start adding little touches. Rubbing his hand over your arm, holding your hand- small things as he slowly works up to being more physically affectionate.

• Mihawk had kept you from a certain room for a while, after a week he lead you to it silently. You walk in and are blown away by what you see- There he has made you a personal studio for you to do your favorite hobbies. Have it be reading, writing, painting, sewing, gardening. It's for you- "I hope it's to your taste..."

- You had been in your study, setting up for your latest passion project. Looking around you spot an item you needed and groaned- realizing you'd placed it on the top shelf.

• He cares so much for you and it shows in his actions and the light touches he provides.

With one warm hand on you and the other grabbing the item. Feeling how gentle he was and so caring even for an item he cared little for- His golden gaze landing on you. "I can help more if you wish"

You had prepared to just climb the shelf- However like he could sense your bad choices Mihawk appeared. Arms crossed as he stared you down-

"What do you need?" He asked calmly, having you move away from the shelf and stepping forward.

"The purple one please" You chime cheerfully, Mihawk placing a hand on the small of your back to make sure you were safe before reaching to grab the needed jtem.

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koisuko · 1 month

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Hear me out, but how about a shy female reader who has been chosen as one of earthrealm's champions but Bihan doesn't see it due to her being short and shy, he makes a comment about it but is shocked when the reader gave a smartass response to his comment which peaks Bihan's curiosity about the reader?

Tw: none, shy reader, fem reader, no use of y/n

You lived a fairly reclusive life, hidden away in a densely forested area surrounded by high mountains. There were very few homes nearby with the nearest neighbor being 100 kilometers away. Just how you liked it, away from strangers in your cozy cabin. It was a paradise, a shy persons dream.

You sat on your brown sofa, the cushions so pillowy it nearly swallowed your petite frame. Beside you, your sole company in the isolation you live in, a small black cat. Soft purrs accompanied the crackle of the flames before you, your toes wiggling near the fireplace for warmth. A sigh left your lips, at the relaxation taking a hold. All the chores were done, you finished your reading, and you had gotten off your online job just an hour ago. You had nothing to do but relax. A hand stroked the silky black fur of your cat, the purrs a gentle lullaby. Your eyelids grew heavy, barely having the strength to fight the impending nap. Not that you wanted to, naps were your favorite thing after all.

One..two..three knocks on your front door jostled you from your drowsy state. A spike in anxiety hit, fear of who or what could be here. You never really had visitors, or many friends outside of your cat and family. There is no one you know to be visiting anytime soon, so who is it? Slowly, you approached the front door, a nervous expression on your face despite your best efforts to seem confident. Armed with nothing but your fists, you stood just inches from the wooden barrier. You knew how to fight, if it was necessary. A woman in the middle of no where needs her protection! You’d be damned if you unhooked the chain lock at the top of the door. You mustered up the courage to place a cautious hand on the door knob. Was it hot in here? You could feel the sweat begin to bead at the ridge of your brow. A sigh left your lips as the door slowly creaked open. On the other side we’re not one, but three large burly men. This is your end, isn’t it? “U-uh h-hello?” You squeaked out, earning a scoff from a man wearing blue. His face seemed molded into a permanent scowl, and his scrutinizing gaze locked on to what little of you peaked from behind the door. The first to speak, was a man with bright white eyes. “Greetings, I am Lord Liu Kang, God of fire, Protector of Earthrealm,” his voice was oddly calming, but not enough to block out the body guards beside him, “May we enter?” Enter? As if! His title seemed like something straight out of one of your novels. “M-may I ask what business you have here?” You cleared your throat, anything to rid the lump making it hard to speak. “N-no offense but..I think you have the wrong house.” Liu Kang’s bright orbs creased at the corners in a smile, “I assure you we are at the correct residents.”

Shit, you thought. A thick clump of saliva made its way down your throat, causing you to nearly choke on it. “We can talk outside, if you wish,” he added. Something about this man was…strange yet peaceful. What choice did you have? You puffed out your chest and unhooked the chain keeping these intruders outside. All within a split second, you swung the door open and readied yourself for a fight with a defensive position. Unfortunately, a pathetic squeak left your lips as soon as the door smacked the wall. The two men behind Liu Kang chuckled, one with a more lighthearted giggle, and the other a demeaning one. Liu Kang smiled once again, bowing his head respectfully. You straightened up with an awkward gulp so loud the birds outside could hear it, “I uh..sorry.” He shook his head, “it is understandable, your bravery is admirable.” That soothed your nerves just a bit, until, the man in blue spoke for the first time. “This is the chosen champion?” His lip curled into one of distaste as he eyed you down, “pathetic.” It was one thing to hate everything around you, but to insult you before seeing your skills was a whole new level. “Excuse me?” You crossed your arms, popping a hip out with a snarl, “you look like a mere boy with sticks for arms compared to the men I’ve fought!” He didn’t say a word, instead, he scoffed and averted his gaze elsewhere. Although, despite his initial burning expression, his eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly when looking at you. It was barely noticeable, but a spark flickered just behind that ice cold exterior.

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lesbianoms · 5 months

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Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years

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you gonna let me keep her?

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 1,713

warnings: swearing, brief smoking, billy being a flirty little shit

a/n: i can't get over the idea of billy having a cat, so here you go. i hope you like it!! <33 (would you look at that curl??!!)

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Tugging the key free from the ignition, you moved to pull up on the door handle, pushing it open. It was chilly out, the time of year where fall has just begun and it's getting darker a bit earlier, but some days are still warmer than others.

Billy let you drive the Camaro to work today, and you should've known that meant he was up to something. It wasn't something that happened often, although you did revel in the rare occasion that it did.

Sitting on the steps to the little home you shared, Billy snubbed out his cigarette when you started in his direction. He stood, walking to meet you.

"Hi," he said, before pressing his lips to yours once, twice. One more for good measure.

He pulled away, grasping for your hand. "Come with me. Gotta show you somethin,' okay?"

Billy took his keys from you, slipping them into the front pocket of his jeans. "Okay."

You tried not to be worried about whatever he was going to do, but it didn't work. Holding your hand, callouses rubbing against your palm, he led you slowly and quietly around to the side of the house.

He'd planted rosebushes there on a whim a while back, so you wondered if maybe that was where you were heading. "You gotta be quiet, okay baby?" Nodding your head at him, you only grew more nervous.

Billy crouched toward the end of the row of rosebushes, pulling you with him. Looking at him, there was a shift in his features—he looked soft, younger maybe. He pointed at a shallow sort of opening in the stems, and you lowered your head to look.

There was a kitten nestled in between the leaves and the brick of the house. It was small, and couldn't have been more than a few weeks old. Small enough that it most definitely still needed nursing. Your heart warmed at its calico fur, having always liked those colors.

It was mostly dark brown, with patches of black and white along with this warm caramel color. It was precious.

"How long's she been down here?" You looked up at Billy, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you as you knelt, dropping your bag on the grass beside you.

"I saw her out the window the other morning, but she's been here since yesterday. I thought mama would've come back for her, and I didn't wanna bother her. But I'm starting to think maybe she won't. She hasn't moved. What do you think, sweetheart?"

You'd had cats when you were younger, multiple, and had always loved it. Billy knew this, and that's presumably why he was asking.

You get down on your elbows, leaning in to look at her. She opened her eyes, blinking up at you slowly. They were the prettiest shade of blue. Kind of like Billy's. You stuck out your index finger, moving it towards her to see if you could gauge a reaction.

"Hi, baby. You okay in there?" She sniffed the tip of your finger, little nose scrunching and head bobbing in the process. You dared to graze your finger against her head, and she took to it, purring loud enough for Billy to hear and laugh.

Billy's hand found your back, rubbing up your spine. "Where's your mama gone, huh baby?" You ask, as if waiting for a response. She squeaks at you, not even a meow. "I see."

Billy was enamored by you, and slipped his hand under your shirt, rubbing the skin of your back now. You ran your finger under chin, drawing out a deeper purr. "I think we ought to leave her tonight. Wait just a little longer to see about mama. No dice, then we take her to the vet. We can bring a towel out, though. I'm not sure she's old enough for soft food, and I don't wanna chance messing up her tummy."

"I trust you," he said.

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True to plan, you'd tucked her in with a towel for the night, but she was still there the next day, and mama hadn't come.

You could tell that Billy was attached to her, but you weren't sure that keeping her was a good idea.

You'd called the vet that morning, and had an appointment set up to get her checked out. "How about I get her out, and you can hold her on the way? You can let me drive your car again."

Keen on sucking up in hopes you'd let him keep her, Billy agreed, and you now found yourself driving into town, Billy holding the kitten in his lap. She was sitting up, rubbing all over his hands, licking his fingers, meowing up a storm. Shit, you thought. She likes him too.

The vet took her back, and Billy took your hand, kissing over the back of it. "You gonna let me keep her, princess?"

He was giving you his very best, watery and pleading eyes.

"I don't know, Billy. I don't know if that's the right thing to do. We'd have to buy food, and the tech said she's got to be hand-fed for a while, and then a litter box, and if we ever went anywhere, someone would have to watch her."

None of this bothered Billy, but he could see it was worrying you. "Don't sweat it, baby. I'll feed her as often as I need to. And Max could watch her! She'd be a great aunt."

You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm sure she'd love that you're volunteering her for this. And please stop treating this cat like it's our child."

He laughed at you, almost maniacally.

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You'd agreed to keep her. There was no way in hell you were going to deny Billy of this. He looked over the fucking moon when you'd given him the okay, picking you up and spinning you around.

The two of you had decided that you didn't want kids, and this was the closest you were going to get.

"C'mon, Mal. Let's go find mama." Billy lifted the kitten up from her place on the couch, setting her high up on his chest heading off in search of you. "What do you think mama's doin' Mallory? Avoiding us?" He'd spent a week trying to choose a name, but finally settled, claiming that one felt right.

Billy found you washing dishes, even though you'd said you were just going to put a sweatshirt on. "Hey, mama."

You rolled your eyes, looking down at the soapy water your hands were buried in. "You can't keep callin' me that, Hargrove." You could feel his presence behind you, and could hear the purring of the guest he'd brought along with him.

"Why's that baby? 'Cause you like it?" Your cheeks burned, and you refused to look at him.

You did like it, actually. You couldn't get over how it sounded coming from his mouth, lazy and drawn out. And you were practically beaming considering it was because you were the "mother" of a fur ball rather than an actual human.

But really, you denied him because you were jealous. Mallory was taking Billy from you, and as much as you liked her, as sweet as she was, you were kind of hurt.

He'd spent hours hand-feeding her from a little milk bottle given to you by the veterinarian, picked out a little collar with a bell so he'd know where she'd run off to, bought her a tiny bed to put in your room.

The other night he'd been sprawled out on the couch, bare-chested, and she'd taken the spot on his chest that you wanted. You felt betrayed after she'd been so nice to you at first.

She sat on the counter while he brushed his teeth, on the rug while he showered, came barreling down the hall when he got home from work.

But you were happy that he was happy, glad that he had something to occupy his time, take care of and nourish. It was just the kind of thing he needed. But you couldn't help but feel as though a cat had stolen your boyfriend.

"No. I hate it," you told him, though he didn't believe you in the slightest.

Billy set the cat down, telling her to go play, which she did, sliding across the floor and attacking a mouse full of catnip. "Stoner," he mumbled, turning back to you where you were draining the water from the sink.

His hands found your sides. "You're avoiding me."

"Am not."

"Is it the cat?"

"No, Billy." You tried to move out of the kitchen, but he caught you and pressed you up against the counter, so you wiped your cold wet hands across his face.

"You little shit." He rubbed his cheeks across your face trying to get the water off, but also trying to make you laugh.

"Tell me what it is, baby." Billy kept touching you, rubbing his hands up your arms, over your neck, your back, trying to love on you and coax out an answer.

"I'm jealous of the cat," you tell him.

"I knew it." He kisses you then, firmly. "Don't gotta be, princess. I'll always love you more. Just don't let her hear that. Is it 'cause I've been givin' her so much attention?" You nodded your head, him copying the motion. "Yeah?"

"How about I let you feed her more often? I just get excited is all. You're a real good mama. We. Will. Be. The best. Kitty parents. Ever." He punctuated each word with a kiss, making you warm all over. "Deal?"

"Deal."

"'Mama' doesn't really bother you, does it? I kinda like it. It's kinda hot." You played with a curl hanging in between his eyebrows, ran your thumb over the slit in his right one.

"No. It's just fine." You said it like a whisper, making him smirk at you, run his tongue along his teeth.

"Good. Now c'mon, mama. Wanna lay down."

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Billy walked down the hall, and into the living room, spotting you on the couch with Mal on your chest. You caught his eye and shook your fist in victory.

He knew she'd win you over. They were very good accomplices.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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luvyeni · 1 year

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sooo we love a sub! jisung don’t we?? could write smth where he and the reader are best friends with benefits and one day, at a party, hannie is kinda upset because of girl so the reader tries to make him better by pulling him to dance ( (even tho she never liked that girl and always told jisung that she wasn’t good enough for him) so as the hours pass they get drunk so now they are very horny and there’s a obvious sexual tension between them, they’re dancing very close to each other, acting like there’s no one around them and the reader says something like “you know too well that i can make you feel way better than she did” making him even more horny (since he remembers all the things they already did and places they fucked) and now she has to help her best friend out :(( by making him feel like he never did pulling him to a random guest room in the house

ps.: you can make him very loud, vocal and whimpering mess

love your work btw!!

FORGET HER; HAN JISUNG

pairings. bestfriend!jisung x fem!reader

wc. 0.8k

warnings. sub!jisung/dom!mc titty-fucking, unprotected sex , mentions of face sitting, praising

i hope you like it 💓!

helping your bestfriend get over a girl

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seems like only 20 minutes ago you were pulling your bestfriend who you sometimes fuck to the dance floor , to stop him from pouting over the girl that he invited to the party his friends were throwing at their frat, the girl who was currently grinding her hips against some rando at the party , but now you're like 7 or 8 shots in , both of you look disheveled as you both dance , but jisung is trying not to cum from your words as you whisper dirty things in his ear.

"hannie." you purr into his ear , "why don't you just forget her , we both know i can fuck you better than she can." he whines into your neck. "p..please." grinding his hips into yours. "look at you getting so worked up over a few words , you want to get away baby, want me to take care of you?" you batted your eyelashes. "y..yes." you smiled taking him by the hand , guiding him upstairs to his room.

you pushed him down on his bed , sinking to your knees in front of him. "what do you want me to do sungie , it's all about you." you raked your hands up and down his thighs. "ta..take yo..your top off , pl..please" you reached for the end of your shirt , "good boy saying please." you lifted your shirt over your head , unbuckling your bra , letting your tits out , he groaned , you smirked knowing he loved your tits.

"you want to fuck my tit sungie?" he let out a whiny yes, you made him stand up , unbuckling his pants letting them fall to his ankles , cock straining against his underwear. "so hard." you pulled his underwear down , his cock hitting his stomach. "oh fuck ＿ , please let me fuck your tits , please." he sat back down begging , music to your ears.

"oh course sungie." you slotted yourself in between his legs , pushing your tits together , letting him slip his cock in between them. "s..shit." he moaned , "so..so soft." he bucked his hips up , your plush tits suffocating his cock , his head was so fuzzy. "are they sungie , you like my tits." he nodded , "sooo much."

you gathered a bunch of spit in your mouth , letting it fall onto the tip of his cock , he hissed as slid down his cock , onto your tits. "fu..fuck im gonna cum soon." he cried out. you lolled your tongue , giving his tip kitty licks , sending him over the edge. "go ahead sungie , cum whenever you want." he moaned , loud enough for people walking past to hear as he came , some landing on your face and tongue, most of it landing on your tits. "i..im sorry." his legs twitch , as you stroked his cock.

"are you?" you hummed. "couldn't control yourself." you squeezed the base of his cock , he whined. "i..i c..can't." he whined as you stroked him into overstimulation. "awe really , so then you don't want me to ride you , i thought you wanted me to make you feel better." you tilted your head , teasing him , he couldn't pass this up , he loved when you rode him. "i..i do ,, p..please ride me." he stuttered , he was a mess.

you let his cock go , it was red but still hard. "get all the way on the bed." you took your skirt and panties off , smirking as you watched his scramble all the on the bed. "look at you , so eager , so cute." you teased climbing on the bed , straddling on his legs. "＿ , pl..please no teasing." he whined as you grabbed his cock , stroking it , hovering over his tip. "okay i won't tease sungie."

you sunk down on him , letting out a sigh as he filled you up. "su..sungie you're so big." jisung was losing his mind already as you began to rock your hips back and forth. "pl..please faster." you bounced on his , he was moaning so loud , you sure a few people downstairs could hear despite the music.

"yo..you're so wet , fuck i can't , im gonna cum." he groaned. "hold it." you moaned , your hand coming up to his throat squeezing his throat as you rode his cock.

"wh..what, i..i can't." he breathed , so you slowed down. "n..no please." he begged. "you worked me up too sungie , grinding against me , whining so pretty in my ear , don't you think i should get to cum too." he moaned , "y..you can sit on my face , y..ou like that right? p..please let me cum." he begged , but you ignored his words.

"my pretty sungie , you're mine right?" you've never called him yours before , he loved the thought of being yours , but it just made him want to cum even more. "answer me." you stopped completely. "y..yes , im..im yours, only yours , please let me cum." the tears were coming falling down his face. "such a good boy sungie , no one can fuck you like this , make you a mess , go ahead and cum baby." his legs twitched as he came , bucking his hips up into , triggering your own orgasm as you both came together , riding out each other's high.

he calmed down , and you grabbed his jaw , pulling him into a kiss.

"forget that girl , you're mine now."

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Seekers of Soul

[Chapter 53]

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After a tense conversation in the cafeteria, Nia and Tobias make plans with Team Evergreen for a team-up mission.

Conversation bubbles up naturally between Team Scarlet and Team Shellshock as they head down the Lexym Tree in search of food. Nia is delighted when Tobias even joins the conversation of his own volition, bantering with Xander about nearly taking him down with dragon rage during their joint training session. When the group stops by the nursery to grab Xander’s siblings to join them, the shinx cubs tackle first Xander and then Tobias with shrieks of excitement, rubbing their faces against the two with loud purrs.

On the cafeteria floor, Xander’s team splits off to the far end of the room to join the other food line, calling that they’ll grab a table. Nia and Tobias enter the closer line, picking up trays and stepping into the queue behind a weasel-like Pokemon balancing on two paws. Her long fur is tan with streaks of darker brown, and her blue eyes are sharp. The Pokemon scowls at Nia as she gets into line, muzzle twitching, before looking forward again.

Nia tries not to let the brief look bother her, but lowers her voice as Tobias plots how to beat Kry the next time the two of them spar. As the two of them chat, the line slowly moves, Nia holding out her tray to accept food from the grass type behind the counter. She hasn’t noticed the fiery chicken Pokemon working as a chef since the first time she ate here. Maybe they were just working here temporarily? Tobias is still the only fire type she sees regularly around the Haven.

The humanoid Pokemon behind the counter today has olives in her hair (or maybe they are her hair?), and plops two large spoonfuls of something onto Nia’s tray. Usually, Nia doesn’t even question the guild’s meals anymore since the cooking is always delicious, but the food today throws her. Rice, paired with what looks like veggies or berries in an orange-brown sauce.

“Is this…curry?” Nia whispers, just loud enough for Tobias to hear. She pulls her tray closer to eye it. The rich smell of the sauce makes her mouth water.

Tobias squints at his own serving, then shrugs. “Dunno. Smells good.”

Nia hums, fascinated, and shuffles sideways to keep up with the line. “Any idea what it’s made of? The smell kind of reminds me of—"

She’s so distracted that she bumps into the weasel Pokemon in front of her.

Before she can apologize, the weasel bares her teeth in a snarl. “Watch it!”

Nia jumps back a step, startled by the animosity in the other Pokemon’s voice. “S-Sorry! Sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. I wasn’t paying attention—”

“Clearly!”

“Sorry! I was just, um. I’ll be sure to look out better in the future so I don’t bump into anyone. I mean, I wasn’t trying to right now, of course, but—"

“Just watch where you’re walking, human.”

Human. While Nia is long since used to eager Pokemon running up to ask if she really used to be human, this feels…different. This feels like Ghatha. Like Fort Asra. Maybe there’s a reason why this Pokemon seemed to drop into a foul mood as soon as Nia stepped into line.

“Lay off,” Tobias says, tuning into the conversation. “She already apologized.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, wisp!”

There’s a notable drop in volume from the voices around them.

…Wisp?

Tobias’ expression darkens further. “Oh, so it’s gonna be like that. You really want—"

“I-I’ll be more careful!” Nia cuts in, ready for this conversation to be over. “I’m really sorry again.”

“Stop apologizing!” Tobias hisses. “You didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Her being here is wrong,” the weasel snaps. “And if you’re really sorry you’ll go back where you came from and leave us alone.”

Nia takes another panicked step back, nearly toppling both her and Tobias.

“That’s it,” Tobias says, a bit louder. He shoves his tray towards Nia. “Nia, hold my tray.”

“What?! No!”

She doesn’t want this to escalate. Already Nia can hear the quiet murmurs around them growing louder, can feel a tension building in the air as the weasel’s striped fur spikes. So Nia panics and backs out of line, pulling Tobias with her despite his protests. They’re only missing dessert, anyways.

Even if that is her favorite.

The weasel snorts something that sounds suspiciously like coward before continuing forward in line like nothing happened. Nia's eyes stay glued to the weasel’s back as she moves away. Her heart beats loud and nervous in her ears.

She…wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t ready to for that kind of hostility in the guild. Sure, it was from someone who clearly wanted a fight, but still. The weasel had decided that Nia being human was enough to make her a target. That because she's human, she's allowed to be a target.

Nia thought it was safe here.

They've ran into scared Pokemon taking their fear out on humans a couple of times now, namely in Ghatha and Asra. But not here, where everyone has been neutral towards her humanity at worst. She heard August, she knows the sentiment has been spreading, but…

It isn’t even our fault, Nia thinks, hollowly. Now that she’s talked to Giratina, now that she knows it isn’t anything the humans have done, knows that their displacement is just an unfortunate side-effect of the dimension’s borders breaking down, the accusations hurt even more. They aren’t doing anything wrong. They’re just existing. Trying to fit in and find somewhere to belong until they can go home.

Nia sniffs, blinking back tears. Her throat is tight. She stares down at her tray and the cooling curry. She isn’t so hungry anymore.

Tobias, who had been grumbling insults at the weasel’s back, turns to Nia. “C’mon, you can’t take anything that idiot says to heart. She was a jerk to both of us so she probably walks around everywhere with that terrible attitude.”

That does remind Nia of a beat in the conversation that had confused her more than it had upset her.

She frowns at Tobias. “You mean when she called you…wisp? Is that bad?”

Tobias' expression twists. “Maybe don’t say that too loud. It doesn’t bother me anymore, but it’s, uh…kind of an insult for fire types. Like…saying that we’re so weak our fire got snuffed out.”

Nia’s eyes widen. “That’s horrible! B-But Azami calls you Spitfire. And Andyn calls you flame-brain and stuff—are those..?”

Tobias snorts a laugh and shakes his head. “Nah, those are fine.”

Nia knows she looks as unsure as she feels. Tobias elaborates.

“Seriously, Nia. You’d know if they were actually insulting me. It’s more…playful than that, I guess? They poke at me being a fire type, sure, but they aren’t really implying anything…bad with it.”

“Flame-brain doesn’t sound very nice.”

“Neither does ‘kindling,’ but Arceus themself will not stop me from calling your stupid deerling friend that. It’s not any worse than us just calling each other dummy. Wisp just has…a different tone to it.”

Nia slowly nods, brow knitting. So it’s something about the social context that makes it different. Makes one worse than the others. She supposes human slang is equally confusing, if she really thinks about it.

“C’mon,” Tobias says with a jerk of his head. “We still need to eat.”

Nia takes a breath and nods. Not like they can do much about the weasel right now anyways. They could go tell Maggie or August, she supposes, and August did say long ago to let him know if anyone gave her trouble, but…

“Should we tell August about this?” Nia asks.

Tobias shakes his head immediately. “No. August means well, but all that would do is make that linoone angrier. Much as I’d love to set her stupid pelt on fire, we don’t need to be dealing with a fight on top of everything else.”

“But he could tell her to stop, right?”

“Trust me. When I was younger, telling only made them get better at doing stuff like this quietly.”

And isn’t that a loaded statement. Nia stares at Tobias for a moment, suddenly far more upset about how easily he brushes off any insults thrown his way. It speaks of practice.

She thinks of his aura earlier, of how desperately he wanted to hide it away from her, afraid she would hate him. Does he even realize how much his isolation from the rest of the guild these past eight years has affected how he sees himself?

Tobias raises a brow at her, so Nia gives a weak smile and gestures for him to lead the way. She’d been so excited to come down here to eat with everyone, and now it feels like her heart is hanging heavy in her chest. But they might as well join their friends.

Tobias takes the lead and Nia trails after the charmander to the table, where Xander’s team and the shinx kids are already sitting with their food, talking as they eat. Tobias moves around the table to sit by Laine, giving the cub a noogie as he sits that makes her shriek and duck away.

Nia heads for the empty spot on the closer side, next to Felix. The wartortle is seated oddly on the wooden bench, one short leg thrown over it so he’s perched sideways as if he’d been about to get up. He meets Nia’s gaze as she approaches, his usual jovial expression subdued.

Felix leans closer as she sits, brow furrowed. “You all right?”

Nia blinks, surprised. Is it that obvious that she’s still upset?

“Heard what happened in line,” Felix whispers. His fluffy ears wiggle. “These aren’t just for show. So. You okay?”

The concern make Nia smile a bit more genuinely, some of the tightness wound up in her gut loosening. There may be rude people even here in the guild, but at least there are also sweethearts like Felix.

“I’m all right,” she murmurs. “Thanks for checking in. It just…caught me off-guard, you know? I’m used to the guild being a place I don’t need to worry about that. It’s getting worse, I guess.”

Felix returns her smile, though there’s a crook to his brow that belies his lingering worry. “Well, let us know if anyone starts giving you trouble. Xander and I would be happy to put them in their place—" He winks. “—and I have a feeling we could do it a bit more subtly than your partner.”

Nia laughs and nods. Felix turns back to his food, but Nia sees him send Tobias a covert look, as if to check on the charmander while knowing he wouldn’t want to be fussed over. Nia smiles, warmed by the concern, as she starts picking at her meal—the curry is good, even if it takes her a moment to get used to the soft texture.

Soon enough, both Nia and Tobias are swept into the conversation at the table. Kry is slamming a fist against the wood, the fraxure arguing that yache berries are objectively better than nanab berries, and Avery is fighting an uphill battle against her. The kirlia offers up well-worded reasoning for why nanab berries are superior, but Kry shoots down each argument with counterpoints of, “But they’re pink!” and “They taste like rotten river water!”

Avery stops pointing out that those are subjective opinions after the fourth rebuttal, changing strategies instead to point out the physical benefits of each berry. Xander gives Kry a scolding look (that she promptly ignores) after the third table-rattling slam of her fist, and the shinx cubs laugh and laugh as Felix jumps in to suggest mago berries are actually the best choice, making both Avery and Kry turn to him with offended expressions.

Throughout the lively debate, Nia glances at Tobias to try checking in on him. He seems all right, although Nia can’t help noticing that he isn’t using his flames to cook his berries like he sometimes does. Maybe he just isn’t feeling like cooked berries today, or maybe that Pokemon’s comment got to him more than he wanted to admit.

Eventually, Felix moves the conversation on to regaling both the shinx kids and Nia and Tobias with the daring tale of Team Shellshock’s latest dungeon crawl. Nia has a feeling a few embellishments were made to make their team sound extra cool—Xander rolling his eyes and Kry’s snort all but confirm it—but she enjoys it all the same.

“I wish we could go exploring already,” Laine sighs when the story is done.

“We’ll be a team soon too!” Luca says, little paws on the table so he can stand up in his seat. “Me ‘n you, Lainey!”

“Oh? What about Leor?” Avery asks.

As all eyes turn to the shyest shinx cub, Leor squeaks and huddles down on the bench, wide gold eyes peering over the table.

“He’s gonna be a medic,” Luca says, chin tilted proudly.

“Like Fen!” Laine adds.

Xander looks as surprised about this news as Nia is, leaning down to meet his younger brother's eyes. “This true?”

Leor looks nervous, but glances over at Tobias before giving the barest nod.

Xander grins, one giant paw squeezing the cub closer. “That’s great, Lee! You would be a fantastic medic.”

“Really?” Leor asks, looking unsure.

“Of course! You three can do whatever you set your minds to. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your brother.”

Luca and Laine cheer while Leor leans into Xander’s side. The luxio purrs and nuzzles the top of his little brother’s head.

It’s a sweet moment, but Nia can see the instant Leor’s eyes crack open and he registers most of the table watching the exchange. He squeaks and wriggles free of Xander’s hold. Xander laughs and lets him go, and the cub almost tumbles himself right off the bench.

“Leor’s gonna train under Fen, and Laine and I are gonna make a Seekers team together!” Luca says, little tail lashing. “Team Thunderspark! And we’re gonna be stronger than any other team!”

“Even ours?” Felix goads, grinning.

“Duh!” Laine says. “You’re a water type! You won’t stand a chance!”

Felix laughs, then tilts his head towards Kry. “True, but our team’s also got the meanest ‘mon this side of the continent.”

Kry looks torn between taking that as a compliment and an insult, and eventually just flicks a piece of rice at the wartortle as punishment.

“You’re going to be great Seekers,” Xander agrees, popping a berry into his mouth. “When you’re old enough.”

Laine and Luca whine in unison, the latter plopping his chin down onto his tray.

“Do we have to wait that long? We’re already strong!” Laine protests.

“Yeah! We should be able to make our own decisions by now,” Luca grumbles, batting a berry around his tray.

“Those are the rules,” Xander says, giving them both a stern look. “It’s only a few more years. If you two can stay out of trouble and stop tormenting poor Arlo, that is.”

The kids groan again, and Nia bites back a smile as she chews. Xander is sweet with his siblings. Sometimes he acts more like a father to them than a brother, but Nia supposes that’s to be expected, between how they were brought here and raised in the nursery their whole lives, plus Xander’s protective nature. It reminds her of her own brother, in a bittersweet way.

Nia feels lighter by the time they finish eating and part ways with Xander’s team. Both Avery and Xander give her a hug before leaving, and Felix offers a fist bump and an easy grin. Kry lightly smacks Nia’s legs with her tail as she passes, and outright punches Tobias in the arm. He glares at her back, but Nia thinks the exchange is a friendly one, somehow.

After the stressful morning talking to Maggie and August, aura training with Val, and the moment in the cafeteria—not to mention the exhaustion still present from their journey—Nia is ready for a nap when they finally make it back to their room. Tobias starts unpacking their bag and taking inventory of their items, so Nia forces herself to write back to Hazel before crashing. She thanks the raichu for the offered discount on a human bed, but explains that they’re pretty busy right now and need to save on money. She’ll absolutely be buying one in the future, though! She also mentions meeting up with Beck and asks her to tell the floatzel and his crew hi.

By the time Nia is finished, her letter sealed up and placed back into the mailbox with the flag up, she's practically asleep on her feet. Tobias has moved over to the window, leafy curtain pulled high to let fresh air and sunlight flood the room. He’s propped against the wall and framed by blue sky, guitar in hand as he starts plucking at scales.

Nia yawns. “I’m gonna take a nap.”

Tobias spares her a glance. “I’ll wake you for supper.”

Nia hums her thanks and moves to their nests to flop down, wiggling to get comfortable on the bed of moss and straw. It’s soft enough, not scratchy at all with her fur as a barrier, and her muscles relax.

Quiet falls over the room, save for Tobias’ playing and the whistle of the wind. A gust blows directly through the window and skims over Nia’s side, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. It’s a little chilly, with fall in full swing and winter fast approaching. Over the past few weeks, even sleeping outside hasn’t been a problem, but…well. Usually Tobias is sleeping at her side, and he gives off heat like a little campfire.

Whining, Nia picks up her head and looks at Tobias, squinting against the bright light of the window. Normally she would be more hesitant about being so needy, but she’s tired and she’s cold so she pushes herself to her feet and stumbles over to him, rubbing her arms. It’s even chillier by the window with the wind wrapping around her.

Tobias stops his playing, looking up.

Nia shifts on her feet. Her brain is mushy with fatigue and tantalizing snatches of sleep. All she manages to say is, “Cold.”

Tobias snorts. He glances at the window. “Want me to close the curtain?”

He doesn’t sound upset about the prospect, but Nia can guess that he likes the chill of the breeze combined with the heat of the sun. His orange scales glow in the light, like embers. Even with her fur, Nia just isn’t built to stay warm like a fire type is.

Nia’s mouth presses into a line. “Can I just sleep by you?”

Tobias blinks, and a flush rises to his cheeks. They usually sleep next to each other nowadays, and Nia hasn’t made it a secret that she enjoys the warmth he puts off, but she admittedly doesn’t usually…ask. Out loud. Somehow putting it into words does make it sound more embarrassing.

But she’s tired, dang it!

After a moment, Tobias wordlessly flicks his tail over to make room. Nia doesn’t let herself hesitate before sinking into the empty spot, curling heavily into his side. Immediately, heat seeps into her fur to warm her up.

“Sure, just make yourself comfy,” Tobias grumbles, no bite to his voice even as she accidentally elbows him in the ribs.

Finally, she settles, melted against his side with a happy hum. It’s like falling asleep cuddling a heater. Even lying closer to the window, she’s immediately warmer.

“Why don’t you guys use blankets?” She mumbles. “We had blankets in Asra. I miss blankets.”

Tobias snorts. “We do use blankets. We just keep them in storage until the end of fall when they’re actually needed.”

Nia picks up her head to give Tobias a despairing look. “I could’ve had blankets this whole time?!”

Tobias visibly bites back a smile. Jerk. “We’ll get you a blanket later if you’re that upset about it, you big baby. I didn’t realize it was a problem.”

“Stupid warm fire types,” Nia gripes, flopping back against Tobias. She’s absolutely getting herself a blanket. For now, Tobias’ heat will suffice.

Slowly, sleep washes over her brain like bathwater, soothing and inviting. Before she slips under completely, she hears Tobias start playing his guitar again, shifting his posture just enough to accommodate her. The cords he picks at are slow and gentle.

She’s asleep in seconds.

She feels like she’s only been asleep for seconds when the door to their room slams open with a bang. A harsh note from the guitar follows, as well as a yell of, “Nia!”

Nia bolts up. She blinks away the haze of sleep, cringing at the late-afternoon sunlight painting their room in bright tones and deep shadows. She must’ve been asleep longer than she thought.

“Ever hear of knocking?” Tobias hisses.

Nia rubs at her eyes, following his voice to look at the doorway, where Andyn, Ezra and Jaz are frozen in the middle of what looks like a grand entrance. The sneasel and stufful seem remorseful despite their comically stiff poses. The deerling, on the other hand, seems strangely flustered, gaze flicking from Nia to Tobias.

“Sorry,” Jaz finally says. “Are we, uh…interrupting?”

“Nia was asleep, you idiots,” Tobias says, sitting back and clutching his guitar close.

Nia yawns. “‘S okay. I shouldn’t nap too long or I won’t sleep tonight.”

The trio that makes up team Evergreen still seem oddly hesitant to enter the room. Nia laughs at the shy behavior and waves them in.

Finally, slowly, they do, sitting down in front of the window as well and getting comfortable.

Ezra’s ruby eyes land on Tobias’ guitar and stay there, going wide. “Whoa, you play guitar?!”

“No,” Tobias lies, removing the instrument from his lap and tucking it behind himself.

“Aw, c’mon!”

“I think it’s great to have a hobby outside of Seeker duties,” Jaz says, meeting Tobias’ sour expression with a smile.

Andyn just looks weirded out, although Nia can’t tell if it’s from the idea of Tobias playing an instrument or something to do with how she keeps looking suspiciously between Nia and Tobias.

Tobias crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Ezra and Jaz turn to Andyn. The deerling jolts. With a stomp of her delicate hoof, she says, “Right! Since someone didn’t even bother to tell us she was back—honestly, Nia, I had to find out from Kry of all ‘mon—we decided we’d come see you instead!”

“We haven’t even been back a day,” Tobias huffs.

Nia shrugs with an apologetic smile. “I figured you'd still be on a mission."

Andyn narrows her eyes, then lifts her nose into the air with a dainty hmph. “Fine. You’re forgiven.”

“Forgiven?” Tobias says, annoyed. “For what? Not checking in? You’re not our mom.”

Andyn gives him an acidic look. “That attitude is why Nia is forgiven and you are not.”

“You have to be trying to pick a fight. Is Kry kicking your tail on the daily not enough for you, you masochistic little—"

Nia claps her hands together with a single sharp sound. “No fighting until I’m awake enough to deal with it!”

Her voice is firm, but she’s more amused than irritated now that she knows Tobias enjoys the bickering on some level. Andyn has to enjoy it too, considering how often she instigates.

“We didn’t come here for Andyn to pick a fight, believe it or not,” Jaz sighs.

“We wanted to see you as soon as you got back!” Ezra adds. “I feel like you two travel a lot more than most low-level Seekers.”

There’s a question in that sentence, subtle enough to decide whether they want to answer it or not. And for a moment, Nia wants to share everything, just like she wanted to with Xander and Avery in the training hall. It would take some weight off her shoulders, to be able to vent about it. To get her friends’ reassurances.

But those same fears hold Nia back. She doesn’t want to be the reason these three lose that playful spark of adventure they bring to every room they enter. She doesn’t want them to feel weighed down as heavily as she does every time she recalls Giratina’s words.

So Nia just smiles and says, “I-I like getting to see more of the Pokemon world, that's all. You know, since I’m not very familiar with it.”

Which isn’t strictly untrue, but the words still leave a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Are you planning on heading out again soon?” Jaz asks, either not catching onto the half-truth or choosing not to call her out.

Andyn sticks her lip out in a pout and drops her ears, giving Nia the most pitiful baby deer expression possible. Oh no. She’s like Bambi but even sadder. How can you be sadder than Bambi?

“We are,” Tobias says, totally unaffected by the face. “We plan to stick around for a few days and do some missions. Then we’re heading back east.”

Andyn’s pout drops for a genuinely worried expression. “Ghatha again?”

Ezra shifts uncomfortably. “Didn’t you two get caught up in that fire last time you were there?”

“Not Ghatha,” Nia says. “We’re going to find Will. The yamask I told you about? We’re hoping he can help us with something. Um. Human stuff.”

Andyn’s gaze slides to Tobias, as if expecting him to protest. He’s too busy glancing over his shoulder to notice, probably debating whether or not to get his guitar back out even with their current company. Nia knows he’s been trying to get comfortable with the basics again and he hates leaving things unfinished.

“Safe travels,” Jaz finally says. “Especially over the sea. The winds have been rough lately.”

“What hasn’t been rough lately?” Andyn groans. “The world’s unhappy and she’s letting us know it.”

Nia swallows against the lump in her throat. “We'll be careful. But enough about us! What’s going on with you three? What have you been up to?”

Ezra sighs. “We've been even busier than usual. Since more and more disasters and dungeons are popping up, it feels like we're constantly on the go.”

Nia gives the sneasel a sympathetic look.

“We’re racking up Seeker points, though,” Ezra adds with a grin. “And cash.”

“We would have more than enough points to reach C-rank if we could just get another team mission finished,” Jaz says, her dark little eyes trained on Andyn.

The deerling looks away, frowning.

“Oh!” Ezra sits up, feathery red ear flicking. “Right! Remember what we talked about last time you were home? While you’re around, you guys should do a team-up mission with us! I know you’re only E-Rank, but you still need both of your team-ups, right?”

“D-Rank, actually,” Tobias corrects, smug.

“What?!” Andyn’s jaw drops, outraged. “You’re already D-rank? How?!”

“Got an upgrade from the second-in-command in Ghatha,” Tobias says, clearly enjoying every second of this exchange. “For helping in the fire.”

Andyn glares at him, looking like she wants to snap something rude. Then her gaze flicks to Nia and she backs down, huffing.

“Well, congratulations then,” Jaz says, giving her teammate an amused glance. “That’s impressive, considering how recently you formed your team.”

“This means you definitely need to do a team-up with us!” Ezra says, leaning forward. “Since we’re the same rank now we don’t need to worry about trying to find a mission ranked somewhere in the middle!”

“We do need to do our team-up missions at some point,” Tobias grumbles, clearly reluctant. “Cordelia wasn’t impressed by our rank and most other ‘mon won’t be either. We need to keep rising so we don’t get turned away from anything important.”

“Awesome!” Ezra says. “We could—"

“I didn’t say we’d do it with you,” Tobias growls.

“Yeah, Ez,” Andyn agrees. “I mean…technically they’re D-rank but they’re still pretty new, so—"

Uh-oh.

Tobias straightens up at Nia’s side. “You think we can’t keep up with you?”

Andyn scoffs. “I didn’t say that, but if you’re thinking it—"

“You didn’t say it but you sure meant it—"

“Stop,” Nia and Jaz say at the same time, exasperated. Tobias and Andyn shut their mouths.

“Are you really worried we won’t be able to carry our weight?” Nia asks, a little hurt. “I know we’re new, but we are still the same rank as you guys.”

Not to mention Nia and Tobias been through a lot more than most other Seekers their rank. At least from what Tobias has said.

Ezra and Jaz look to Andyn, clearly the one taking issue with the idea. The deerling winces, posture uncharacteristically small.

“It’s not…I do want you there, but it’s just…”

Ezra speaks up. “Andyn’s parents are a bit, uh…tough on her. High expectations. If we ever mess up a mission, then…”

All three members of Team Evergreen shudder.

Nia blinks at them, surprised. “Your…parents?” Honestly, Nia had never given them any thought before.

Andyn nods, looking miserable but trying to hide it. “Yeah. They’re great, really! Just, um. They’re really high-rank Seekers so they kind of expect me to uphold their legacy, you know?”

“Who are your parents?” Tobias asks, brow furrowed. “I’ve been here eight years and I don’t think I’ve ever seen them.”

“You have,” Andyn sighs. “Just…not often. And probably not, um. With me. They’re both sawsbuck so they kind of blend in with all the grass types. They’re Team Sequoia.”

The name doesn’t ring any bells for Nia, but Tobias’ brows lift. He almost looks impressed.

“Yeah,” Ezra laughs. “Big prints to fill. They’re pretty strict, too, so we have to make sure we do our missions well or Andyn gets an earful. Sometimes all of us get it.”

Andyn shoots Ezra a look that clearly says to shut up, so he does.

“That…seems like a lot of pressure,” Nia murmurs, doubly glad now that she didn’t tell Andyn anything about Giratina or the dying world. The deerling clearly doesn’t need more things to worry about.

Andyn suddenly seems to register the gloomy atmosphere and Nia’s concerned expression, because she sits up with a strained laugh. “Sure, but it’s really cool, too! Everyone knows my mom and dad since they’re such amazing Seekers.”

Nia frowns.

“But since they’re so great and they expect me to be great too,” Andyn adds. “That means you two have to keep up with us if you’re going to join us on a mission. Got it?”

Nia wants to push, but Andyn is clearly trying to move the conversation along, so eventually she just nods. Tobias rolls his eyes and finally pulls the guitar out to settle in his lap again, but he doesn’t argue. He refuses to look up from his tuning as he asks, “What kind of things do you even do for a team-up mission?”

“Pretty much anything,” Jaz answers. “At least for D to C rank. It can be dungeon work, cleanup, construction, escort missions, foraging, even guild tasks. As long as both teams do the mission together, it counts.”

Tobias gives her a doubtful look. “That seems...”

“Too easy?” Ezra laughs. “That’s what I said. But I guess they save combat missions as a team-up requirement for B to A rank. This is just getting teams used to working with other ‘mon they usually don’t.”

“That makes sense,” Nia says, purposefully not looking at Tobias as he starts plucking at the guitar strings in a scale. Ezra didn’t get the memo and is watching Tobias’ hands like a transfixed cat, his claws twitching like he wants to try it too. “What kind of mission should we do, then?”

“Easier missions would be, well. Easier. But my parents wouldn’t be impressed.”

Something about that sentiment rubs Nia the wrong way, but she doesn’t interrupt as Andyn goes on.

“And a dungeon would look good but that’s a bit of a risk if we aren’t already familiar with each other’s fighting styles. I don’t trust flame-brain here not to char me to a crisp.”

Tobias stops playing long enough to shoot Andyn a glare.

“So something in the middle,” Nia surmises.

“I guess that would work,” Andyn hedges.

“One average mission will be fine, Anne,” Jaz says. “We don’t need to take on the most difficult mission on the board every single day. Even with your parents.”

Andyn visibly stops herself from retorting, probably with something sharp. She sighs. “Fine. Just don’t be late! Meet us at the job boards at dawn, okay?”

Nia snorts. “I wish I could make Tobias sleep in past dawn. He’s a morning person.”

Ezra’s face screws up. “Gross. So is Andyn. Must be a grass and fire-type thing.”

Andyn and Tobias look disgruntled about being on the same side of something for once. Nia laughs.

With their plan in place, Team Evergreen heads out soon after for an early supper. Nia, now wide awake but not yet hungry enough to eat, turns to Tobias with her best puppy dog eyes.

“What?”

“Blankets?” She says, hopeful.

Tobias seems unimpressed by her pleading expression, but after a moment he sighs and puts his guitar aside to get up. “Fine, fine. Come on. We’ll have to go down to storage to pick ‘em up.”

Nia cheers and hurries to follow him out of the room. They're only halfway down the hall when a thought occurs to her, and she steps up to his side to better see his face.

“Hey, storage is on a lower floor, right? Could we stop stop by the archives on the way back? I bet they have some music books you could check out."

Tobias has been figuring out the basics of his guitar-playing pretty quickly, and she can only imagine he'll want to move on to more actual melodies soon. He just looks so content when he plays that she can't help wanting to encourage the renewed hobby, even with the world teetering on the brink of destruction. Maybe especially because of that. She wants to make sure he takes the time to check out some books before they have to leave again.

Tobias looks thoughtful at the suggestion. Hesitant, but definitely interested. "We could.”

Nia beams.

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That night, Nia wakes to the ground rumbling beneath her.

For a split-second, she thinks she’s back in Asra, the desert town cracking like broken porcelain beneath her and bringing buildings down with it. She scrambles to free herself from the net of her blanket. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Tobias doing the same from the wild movement of his tail flame.

But no—the sliver of moonlight peeking out from the bottom of the curtain isn’t right. The room smells of forest instead of dusty desert. The sound is different, too—a distant rumble, a loud creaking, muted cries of alarm from next door that are higher than Granite and Takeo’s voices.

It takes Nia a few seconds while her brain rattles around inside her skull to realize that they’re at the guild, in the Lexym Tree. It takes a beat longer for her to register that the slowing vibrations are, however, still an earthquake.

Slowly, so slowly it’s hard to tell if it has actually stopped, the earthquake stills. Nia, heart racing, looks wide-eyed at Tobias. The charmander stares back in the dim light of his tail, brow furrowed and expression cautious.

“You okay?” He whispers.

She nods. “You?”

“Yeah.”

Voices start up, quietly, in the hall. Wordlessly, Nia and Tobias stumble to unsteady feet and poke their heads out the door.

Many of the Seekers who live on the floor are standing in the hallway, talking to one another. Some have shaken expressions, while others just look quietly concerned. Nia picks out a few sentences amidst the babble.

“—earthquakes now. I thought the winds were bad enough. How—"

“Do you think there’ll be any aftershocks? What if some ‘mon were down in the tunnels? I don’t—”

“—I’ll be all right. Just scared me, mostly. Terran bumped his head but—"

“What if they get worse? I can’t—"

Nia tunes out the conversations then, everyone else’s nerves and uncertainty only piling onto her own. It looks like in this hall at least there weren’t any serious injuries, but what about everywhere else?

“What should we do?” Nia whispers to Tobias. “Seekers…help, right? Are we supposed to go check on everyone?”

“I don’t know,” Tobias admits. “Nothing like this has happened at the guild before. At least that I can remember.”

The reminder of the increasing number of natural disasters makes Nia’s stomach sink. The linoone’s words from earlier echo in her head. It’s not her fault. It’s not any of the humans’ fault.

(But the other Pokemon don’t know that, do they?)

“Can we go check on Xander and Andyn’s teams?” Nia whispers. “A-And maybe Maggie?”

She won’t be able to sleep if they don’t.

Tobias nods, then leads the way out the door and down the hall. Nia can’t tell if she’s imagining the way some of the other Pokemon send her wary looks as they spot her. She steps closer to Tobias regardless.

Thankfully, everyone seems to be physically fine, save for Felix startling himself right into Team Shellshock's cabinet and knocking off some knick-knacks. The rest of Xander’s team—down one luxio after he ran off to check on his siblings—is unusually quiet and pensive. Andyn, Ezra and Jaz seem equally rattled, trying to cover up their unease with light tones and jokes that fall painfully flat. The tight hug and comforting smile Maggie gives Nia and Tobias helps a little, but not enough.

Eventually, Nia and Tobias try to get a few more hours of sleep before dawn. Their floor of lower-level Seekers was assured by Verene a few minutes prior that the higher ranking ‘mon would take care of checking on the Haven for now. Lower ranks will take the dawn shift.

Nia almost wishes they were asked to head out now. She can’t seem to get her mind to settle despite the exhaustion tugging at her fur and the soft warmth of the blanket around her. From the way Tobias shifts throughout the night at her side, she doesn’t think he gets much rest either.

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon #deerling #sneasel #stufful #pmd seekers of soul #tesha writes #tesha draws #team evergreen

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teaandransacking · 1 year

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I loved your lockwood x reader smut. Could you possibly do another one where anthony is being really needy and loud and the reader is teasing him about it?

There are NOT enough lockwood x reader spicy fics so it would be great if‘d give it a go.

Btw you’re very talented

Thanks so much!

I did stray a bit from the brief but I hope you like this.

Wrecked

Words: 997 ~ Content: heavy petting, allusions to sex, curse words

a/n: I feel like a little gremlin in this Lockwood pit, but I don't want to be thrown a ladder. Maybe ever.

There’s no fucking privacy in this house.

Usually, you don’t mind. It’s fun and comforting, normally, for you, George, Lucy and Lockwood to live in each other’s pockets, always eating three meals a day together, doing laundry together, watching films together.

But sometimes, especially since you and Lockwood confessed your feelings for each other, you just want to have the house to yourself.

To do things you really can’t do in close proximity to the others.

So, when some eccentric billionaire on the South Bank throws a party in his mansion and Flo invites you all to watch the fireworks from the bank of the Thames, you and Lockwood politely decline.

George gives you the side-eye. Lucy says, “Probably best that we’re out. I don’t want to hear what you’re going to get up to.”

The day seems to drag until finally, the clock creeps around to six, and Lucy and George leave in a flurry of goodbyes and the clunking of boots and coats being dragged on.

Lockwood closes the door and leans his back against it, his gaze finding yours. “At last.”

You waste no time, grasping the open edges of his hoodie and dragging him into you. Your mouths meet and it feels like forever since you’ve kissed, properly, without worrying about being interrupted by one of your housemates or a call from Inspector Barnes or a request to dispatch a haunting.

“I feel like it’s been forever since I had you alone,” you agree.

His arms come around you and then slide down to your hips, settling you against him, and it’s clear that his body has gone from 0 to 60 in a heartbeat.

“You’re keen,” you purr against his mouth.

“Darling, you have no idea, he says huskily. “Bedroom, if you please. As distracting as the thought of bending you over a stair is-”

“You’ve thought about that?”

He gestures to the window above the door. “Do you remember that day last week? It was early afternoon. Sunny. You came down the stairs just as I got home. The sunshine hit your hair just so…” He strokes his fingers through the strands “..and I was transfixed. I’m used to seeing you in the dark, and you’re beautiful, but in the daylight….” He swallows and kisses your forehead. “You’re unforgettable.”

Emotion surges inside you at his sentimentality. It’s one of the things you love about him. He’s been through so much, but he still loves with his whole heart, has still opened himself to Lucy and George and you, even though it must be scary to do so.

“Stop. I can barely handle how gorgeous your voice is. When you’re saying stuff like that, I can’t think.”

His mouth drops to your cheek, and his hand in your hair moves to cup the back of your neck. “Maybe I like it when you can’t think straight. Maybe I want you wrecked.”

Oh, God.

The mouth on this man is going to destroy you.

“Bed, bed, bed,” you chant, tugging his hoodie and walking backwards until your heels meet the stairs.

“No backwards walking,” Lockwood admonishes softly. “I want you there in one piece.”

You reluctantly turn, taking his hand, and you rush up the stairs, fingers tangled together, like excited children running towards a playground.

By unspoken agreement you go to Lockwood’s room (it’s closer). You both reach the bed and then you push him down on it, and he looks up at you breathlessly, like you’re his beginning and end. Like you’re everything, and in that moment you look into his big brown eyes and you think you can see his soul.

“Please,” he murmurs. “Please, touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

“Promise you won’t shut up?” you smile, lying down beside him.

“Promise that I won’t?” he asks, softly, flashing that megawatt grin.

You trail your index finger from his collarbone down to his belly button and watch as his breath hitches.

“Promise that you won’t,” you repeat. “We’re alone for the first time in bloody ages, and the way you were last time…” You trace your finger along the waistband of his jeans. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

A rosy flush creeps up his neck. “I was loud.”

“I loved it.” You resume your exploration, taking your finger on the path delineated by the zipper of his jeans,

He bucks under you. “Please.”

His voice gets like this when he’s needy - half an octave lower, huskier. His pupils get lust blown, his cheeks get just a little pink, and he’s even more beautiful like this. He might have teased you earlier about wanting you wrecked, but it’s he who is now, spread out like an offering, primed to blow at your touch and your touch alone.

You pull the zipper down. “Use your words.”

“Please touch me,” he keens, and his hands are balled into fists at his sides, and he’s struggling for control.

You watch his face as you gently part the slit in his boxers and free him out, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip as you palm him greedily.

“Oh, fuck yes. Do that. Please.”

His eyes flutter closed. He really does have that whole long-lashes-high-cheekbone thing going on, and it does it for you in a big way.

You take your time pleasuring him, your gaze on his face, drinking up all his lip-biting and uttered curses and best of all, his needy pleas, and for the rest of the evening, you completely and thoroughly rock his world.

Turnabout is fair play, though, and in the morning, he makes good on his promise to absolutely wreck you.

You don’t make it downstairs for breakfast.

#lockwood and co fanfiction #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x female reader

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ticklygiggles · 7 months

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Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 26 - Thunder

Arataki Itto x Gorou

A/N: I'm not quite sure, but I think this is the first time I'm writing ittorou? I hope you enjoy this lovely Faaaabiii ❤️

Itto could hear the soft whimpers under the blankets. It was hard to believe that the brave Gorou was shaking from the thunder outside, but the general had explained to him a long time ago that the noise was unbearable for his ears. The sound, about ten times louder than for a normal ear.

Itto knew that Gorou hated him seeing him like this, but neither of them thought that a short trip to the City of Freedom would end with terrible weather with thunder making the room where they were staying vibrate, or maybe it was just Gorou shaking in fear?

"I'm sorry," he mumbled under the blankets and Itto gasped.

"Why do you say sorry?! You didn't do anything wrong, Gorou! Maybe I should be the one saying sorry," Itto said sheepishly, his big hand resting against Gorou's back. ""I was the one who proposed making this trip after all."

"Don't be silly, how could we know the weather- eek!"

"Eek!"

Both men froze. Gorou's head popped from under the blanket and looked at his partner with curious, yet teary eyes.

"Why did you make that sound?"

Itto giggled, his cheeks a little blushy. "Well, when you held on to me, it kind of tickled my side, here, you see?" He explained, pointing at his bare torso, a spot real close to his ribs.

Gorou looked at him perplexed before he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Honestly, your shriek was so loud I barely heard the thunder."

They giggled, but suddenly both gasped and looked at each other with wide eyes.

"You can tickle me to not hear the thunders!"

Gorou laughed, but when another thunder started to purr in the sky, his hands quickly latched to Itto's ribs and the oni threw his head back with loud laughter.

"W-Wahahahait- ahahahack! I wahahahasn't reheheady!"

Itto squeaked, trying to keep his arms glued to his sides to let Gorou tickle him freely, but gah! It was so so hard. Gorou already knew his ribs were so ticklish and so, he knew exactly how to tickle him to make him shriek with laughter.

But, even though Itto already felt tears of laughter clinging to his lashes and he was snorting as Gorou pressed his thumbs deep into the spaces between his highest ribs, he was glad his boisterous laughter was enough to make Gorou ignore the loud thundering outside, but he himself thought his laughter was way too loud and somehow felt a little embarrassed.

"How are you this ticklish?" Gorou asked tenderly as Itto threw his head back when Gorou's fingers sneaked under his arms, tickling his armpits. "Is this a disease?"

"DOHOHON'T tehehease mehehehe!"

"Why not? Does it tickle more?"

"IT DOHOHOES! G-GOHOHOROU!"

Gorou laughed, "if it tickles so bad, why are you raising your arms?"

If Itto wanted Gorou to forget about the storm completely, then he was more than determined to expose himself as much as possible… even when he was snorting and shrieking like crazy.

"You are so weird, Itto," Gorou said fondly, but his fingers barely took a rest as he tickled Itto more and more. "But I guess you're being more than helpful right now, I can't even hear my own thoughts."

That made Itto laugh harder and his arms went down a little, but he held himself up very well. He wanted to say something, at least let Gorou know that he was glad he was being of help, but his laughter barely let him utter a single word, so he simply nodded, laughing and shrieking and snorting as he patiently waited for the storm to fade away so his beautiful partner could stop suffering.

He could handle a little bit of tickling, besides… it was really fun!

#miya&mia's Tickletober #Tickletober 2023 #Tickletober #ittorou #arataki itto #gorou #genshin Impact #ticklish!Itto #genshin Impact tickling #tickle fic #mia's things

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klaustozier · 1 year

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competition ; arisu, chishiya

SUMMARY: "you can moan all you want, i want him to hear." (and that's the only thing you need to know)

warnings: jealous!arisu x jealous!chishiya x fem!reader, ownership kink, degradation kink, slapping, spanking, praise kink, breeding kink, choking, threeway, petnames, they are jealous of each other, cumdump, brat behavior, creampie, toys, overstimulation

word count: 2.9k

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

people requested more of arisu and chishiya, so here it is.

enjoy!

The doorbell rang, drawing Arisu's attention and yours. They were making popcorn so they could watch a movie together as they had agreed, but the doorbell ringing left them both confused. You weren't waiting for no one else, it was supposed to be a little date between you both..

Upon opening the door, your little eyes widened, "Chishiya?"

He smiled, "Hi!", he exclaimed excitedly, "Have you made us popcorn already?"

"For us?"

"Yeah, we were supposed to see 'Friday the 13th' today", he explained, looking slightly confused.

"We agreed tomorrow", you confessed softly.

"Tomorrow?", he grabbed his cell phone in a hurry seeing the messages they had exchanged, "I'm sorry", he laughed, "I swore it was today, I think I was excited to come."

"It's okay, Chishiya…", you smiled, trying your best to end the conversation so neither Arisu nor Chishiya could see each other.

"Good thing I live in the building, just go down the stairs and-", his smile disappeared instantly, seeing Arisu appear behind you, with the popcorn bucket in the brunette's hand, eyebrow raised.

The two weren't enemies, they were acquaintances with mutual friends and had a good college policy until they both realized that they both wanted you.

"Oh…", said Chishiya.

"Want to watch a movie with us, Chishiya?", teased Arisu.

"Why not? Isn't it right?", asked Chishiya, clearly irritated, "Is it okay if I stay?", he asked you, but you didn't even have time to answer, he just entered the house.

"Of course…", you said, not wanting a fight, the three of you could just watch the movie, no problem.

Well, that even after about fifteen minutes into the movie.

Chishiya took his hand to your thigh, squeezing your skin shamelessly. You were between them chatting about the movie calmly, the two answered it, but they didn't talk to each other. When the blonde did that, you tried to remain calm and quiet so Arisu wouldn't notice.

You'd already hooked up and fucked them both, but that didn't mean you'd already told each other about it. But it also didn't mean you hadn't thought about what it would be like to come between the two of them and get fucked until you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer.

You tried to pull Chishiya's hand away which only made him move his hand further up your thigh, his pinky trying to infiltrate the inside of your shorts.

And of course Arisu saw it. His hand went to your hair, stroking. No one was doing anything else and you already felt your pussy throbbing at the thought of someone doing something. The haunted puppet from "Dead Silence", was on the screen when the brunette pulled your face towards his.

"Arisu", you whispered, wanting to try to stop him, but without any strength to do so.

"Be quiet, he won't even notice", he whispered back before kissing you.

You tried to stay still, your toes curling as your mouth was dominated, your tongue rubbing against his while still feeling his big hand on your thigh. You were hoping Chishiya wasn't noticing it, that he wasn't hearing your purr while being kissed, that the movie was loud enough and drowning out everything.

And even if he wasn't noticing, Chishiya could see the movement, so he just waited for Arisu to finish his antics.

You were released, only to take a deep breath for a second and feel a large hand pass over your shoulder and squeeze your breast.

"Chishiya", you whispered, looking at him, who smiled at you victoriously.

"You can moan all you want, I want him to hear."

And he kissed you. His hand grabbed your breast while the other went to your neck squeezing it while rubbing his tongue on yours. You tried to stay in place, tried to maintain your posture, but the blonde man was stronger than you, so when he started to push you towards Arisu, you couldn't contain his strength.

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt the brunette's arm against your back. Chishiya ended the kiss with a peck, his hands still holding your neck and breast.

"Oh, Arisu", said the blonde, smiling evilly, "I forgot you were there… I'm sorry… I'll let you watch your movie…"

Chishiya pulled you in and gave you a quick peck, making you purr, your pussy throbbing at the thought of the two of them fighting over you and kissing you all night.

"You wanna continue to be hilarious, Shutaro?", asked the brunette, "Want to compete now?"

"You started it, Ryohei", Chishiya replied, "You're angry at me like you don't know she is all mine."

"Fucking shit, how unbearable you are", Arisu slid his fingers through your hair, Chishiya's hand on your neck had already released you, "You know who you belong to her sir."

"Oh, so you call him 'sir', princess?", Chishiya asked, and you nodded, making him smile and slap you across the face, "Answer me right."

The two could fight all night, but they were just as horny as you were.

"Yes, I call him 'sir', master", you agreed.

Chishiya laughed victoriously, "And she knows who her master is."

"Do you two want me to get out?", you asked, teasing them, "You guys are bickering like you're fucking horny for each other. If you want, I'll let you fuck here, I'll stay in my room waiting."

The two laughed and looked at each other, "We have to shut you the fuck up", Chishiya said.

"It's the first time I agree with something you say", agreed the brunette.

Arisu grabbed your face and pushed you against the couch, the movie kept playing, completely forgotten, "Now repeat what you were saying."

You smiled, "You guys can fuck here on my couch since you guys are so horny for each other."

The brunette slapped you across the face, making you moan, another slap was given on your face, "You want to get spanked, don't you, princess?"

"Please, sir", you nodded, your shirt being lifted above your breasts by Chishiya, who smiled to see that you had nothing underneath.

"Are you at least wearing panties, baby girl?", asked the older one.

You laughed softly, "No, master."

Chishiya smirked, "Oh… so you were ready to skip the movie and ride on this asshole's cock?"

"I was… and I would do the same when you came tomorrow, I would skip the movie to ride on your cock…"

"So you were going to use us for fun and enjoyment, baby girl?", asked the blonde.

"Are you good for something else?", teased you.

You groaned as you received a slap across the face from each of them.

"Fuck, how rude of you", growled Chishiya.

"And whose fault is it?", you teased once again knowing what you would receive and whimpering, receiving another slap from each one, your face already red with the hits.

"Take her shorts off", ordered Chishiya, "she'll be sorry for everything she said."

Arisu promptly complied as Chishiya took your shirt off of you. Your legs were moved apart by Arisu who was standing in front of the sofa, the only thing that lit up the room was the TV, but I could see that your pussy was wet.

"Fuck", the brunette took his hand to your pussy and slid his fingers through the wetness, sinking three of them into your entrance, without any difficulty, "Always all losen ue, right, baby girl?"

"Only for you, sir."

"What about me?", asked Chishiya, his hands cupping your breasts.

You groaned, hips rolling, your head bouncing back against the couch, "You can fuck off, master."

Chishiya laughed, grabbing your neck, "Stupid slut", he growled, his face going down to your breasts, sucking them while his hand was still holding your delicate neck and Arisu was fucking your pussy relentlessly.

You whined and whimpered, totally belonging to them. Arisu kissed you as his fingers did a wonderful job of opening you up.

Without any warning, the brunette pulled his fingers out of you, only to sink them into your mouth and let you suck them. The two of them watched in silence as you enjoyed yourself with Arisu's fingers, licking and sucking your fingers in a pornographic way.

"Slut", whispered Arisu.

"I want you lying with your stomach on the sofa armrest", Chishiya said.

"Yes, master", you got up promptly obeying.

"What do we do with her?", asked Arisu.

"We use you as a cumdump", he shrugged as if he didn't care, "Fuck her and get her full of cum and leave."

"You're not as stupid as I thought you would be", informed Arisu.

Chishiya stood up smiling, "I'm glad we're agreeing, Arisu", the dark haired man stood behind you, "If you don't mind, I want to fuck your pussy first."

"Of course not, my newest best friend", he teased, pulling you by the hair, making you look at him, "Are you ready to get full of cum, love?"

"Yes, sir."

The brunette smiled, giving you a peck, opening his pants at the same time as Chishiya. Even though it wasn't arranged, both men sank their cocks into you at the same time, you moaned loudly, your throat being invaded by Arisu's cock while Chishiya's cock sank fully inside you, his balls gently bumping against your pussy.

And they started moving, without any dissent, being extremely rude and that's what you wanted, they both knew what you liked. Your body moved at their will, feeling like a doll in their hands, their little toy.

When it was just the two of you, you didn't piss them off so much, and they did whatever you wanted, they didn't want to show they were better than anyone else, but at the moment it wasn't just fucking you, they were showing the other who you belonged to, not even the clothes had been taken off, just pulled their cocks out to fuck you.

"Arisu, do me a favor?", Chishiya asked calling Arisu's attention, who was constantly fucking your mouth, holding your hair tightly, "In the shelf drawer…"

"There's a vibrator. I'll get it for you", completed the brunette wanting to show that he knew what he was talking about by letting go of your hair, leaving you panting lying on the sofa while your pussy was still being fucked.

"Did you tell him that you have a hidden toy?", asked the blonde.

"All the men who fuck me know about it", you teased, wanting to piss him off more than anything else, he slapped you on the ass receiving the small black dildo afterwards.

Chishiya turned it on and positioned it on your clit, "Hold it, little slut", he urged, his hand quickly being replaced, "do the other guys who fuck you know you like to have your ass fucked until it's all loose?"

You whined, Arisu slammed his cock on your tongue, "They know, master… and they fuck me better than you…", the brunette laughed while Chishiya slapped you on the ass, "You laugh like you're better."

Arisu grabbed your hair and forced you to look at him, slapping you hard in the face, "You're begging to walk on a limp and spend a few days without being able to speak, aren't you, whore?"

"Yes, Mr. Ryohei, I want the world at my work to know that I was fucked well."

"You are nothing but a cheap whore, my god, I would be ashamed to be you."

You just ignored him, moaning for Chishiya, your pussy pulsing hard, the vibrator working against your clit as your pussy was punished.

You barely had time to breathe, your mouth was once again invaded, Arisu's large cock destroying your throat at will. You had already thanked the heavens that they both had a lot of stamina and managed to spend a lot of time fucking you without coming, but you could feel the orgasm taking over your body and the two were just sweating from the effort and moaning in such an amazing way.

"Put that vibrator back in your pussy now", ordered Chishiya when you put the toy down so you could hold out a little longer without coming. You moaned in protest, mouth completely occupied, receiving a slap, "Leave the vibrator in your fucking pussy, goddammit, don't discuss with me."

You obeyed whimpering. It didn't take long for the orgasm to destroy you, your body wanting to fall on the couch, but you were held by the waist and hair and were continuously fucked while you whimpered feeling all the stimuli getting more powerful over you.

You didn't even know how much time had passed, your eyes were teary, your mouth was completely drooling and your pussy was begging for five minutes of rest, but you wouldn't have that.

"Such a fucking good pussy", Chishiya growled, his voice hoarse as he let himself cum inside you, his cum filling you up.

His and Arisu's moans along with the cum inside you, made you cum once more, your body shaking, begging for rest, your legs couldn't support themselves anymore, they were hanging on the couch. A smacking slap was delivered to your ass as you once again lowered the vibrator and promptly placed it back in your pussy, almost crying at the vibration on your sensitive clit.

"Come on, Arisu", called Chishiya, "your turn."

Your mouth was finally abandoned, your jaw hurt from being open for so long involving that thick cock. Your hair was released briefly, your head dropped onto the couch.

The brunette got behind you and squeezed your ass, opening it, watching the completely wet pussy, the delicate legs trembling.

"You're already dripping…", he commented softly.

"Sir… fuck me too", you asked.

He slapped you on the ass, "And how do you say it?"

"Please, fucking jerk."

He chuckled and slapped you on the ass again, "Slut."

Chishiya knelt down on the couch and pulled your face up, letting his cock fall against your face, "Clean it properly, baby girl."

You nodded, your eyes completely teary, your mouth again set to work, you licked gently until you were put to blow him, your mouth begging for a break.

The pause was delayed when you felt Arisu's cock invade you in a single thrust and you could only moan, feeling the taste of your cum and Chishiya's mix on your lips.

The brunette moaned, holding your waist tightly, thrusting without any mercy. When you let out a desperate cry, Chishiya looked at you.

"Does your mouth hurt, little slut?", he asked, you nodded, your face contorted.

Sighing in relief when your mouth was abandoned, you relaxed into the couch. The blonde pulled you against his body, making you hug him, your ass thrust in the direction of Arisu, who continued his service, without any mercy.

"Her little face hurts", Chishiya commented, quietly.

Arisu leaned towards them, kissed your shoulder, "You have to train your little mouth more, baby girl."

"Yes", agreed Chishiya, "I'll train your little mouth later, okay, baby?"

"I can train you too", agreed Arisu.

"Just not at the same time", you remarked, a bit lost, making them laugh.

Chishiya took your face and gave you a peck, "Cute."

Arisu continued to fuck your pussy while Chishiya kissed you gently to relax your little face.

For the third time, you came, your pussy crushing Arisu, not holding another orgasm, leaving him one stroke away from cumming, and that's how he did it, he sank his cock into your pussy, hugging your waist, your body trembling slightly as he let his own cum mix with Chishiya's inside you.

"You can turn off the vibrator, baby girl", whispered Arisu.

You sighed in relief letting go of Chishiya's lips, dropping the vibrator on the couch without any discernment, you just wanted a moment of peace.

The two men grabbed you and sat you down on the couch between them, stroking your hair and giving you little kisses on your cheeks and neck as you tried to come back to yourself and calm down.

"You weren't going to fill me with cum and leave?", you asked, "Are you both getting soft now?"

The two chuckled, "Such an ungrateful slut", mumbled Arisu.

"I'm just kidding", you said, receiving a peck from each one, "I'm glad you got along", he commented, "To loosen me up, you became best friends, right?"

Again, they laughed, "Exactly", agreed Chishiya.

"When are you two going to fuck so I can watch?"

The two looked at each other, "We can do it now", Chishiya said with a shrug.

Arisu nodded, "If I have a glass of water with you now too."

You laughed, "No, I need to be in my right state of mind to watch."

"We can do it another day then", said Arisu.

"Ok."

"And the movie huh?", Chishiya asked looking at the TV, seeing the credits roll, "I don't know about you two, but I loved it."

The two laughed. After the two men took care of you, they went back to the movie where things started to go south so they could watch it for real, a few kisses were stolen here and there, but they managed to watch the movie without major problems.

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hiwelcometothemonstersancturary · 9 days

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I think that the whole gang, if put into a seemingly inescapable situation, would want to go out together like the toys prepare to do in the furnace scene of Toy Story 3.

Anon why did you do this to me... Now I have to write this.

Goodbye, forever this time

Warnings: Major angst, major character death, unhappy ending, everyone dies in the end, gore, blood, fire, explosions. Notes: Not canon to Poppy Worldwide! That AU has a happy ending.

So, this was it.

This was how they would die.

Dogday wasn't expecting things to go like this. Not after everything they went through, not after all the work they put into their new lives, not after finally escaping that nightmare. He had a taste of freedom and the Sun to look up to every morning. He could take long walks in the woods, could say hello to every single one of the friends he thought had died. He had everything.

And now, his mother was dead, his father was gone, and they had nowhere else to run.

He stared at his bloody hands. The last thing Angel told him was to live. Not survive, live. "You are everything I have", they choked on their own blood. "So please, try to live without me".

"This is it", Dogday muttered, still feeling the ghost of his parent holding his hand. "No way out".

"Quit whining", Long Legs groaned, spread on a corner, trembling and now without one of her legs. How ironic. "This can't be it".

"But it is".

He had to control his tone so he wouldn't break down in tears. At any moment, the fire would find them, and once it did, it would be over. And if it wasn't the fire, then it would be Pierre.

"What did mom tell you?", Marie added. They all heard it. It was a stupid, stupid rethorical question. Dogday took a step towards her:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Think of a way out of this! We can't let them down again!"

"Mom is dead!"

"I saw that, do you think I'm blind?"

"Quit it, you two!"

Dogday lowered his ears. Kissy and Poppy were hugging each other, the tiny doll, now partially broken, speaking up only loud enough for the group to hear.

"Please", she cleaned her own tears. "Please, just stop".

"I'm sorry", he muttered. "It's just..."

He could still hear Elliot throwing them away from the room that started the fire, using whatever was left of his strenght to end Sawyer's life once and for all.

Dogday felt a hug. He closed his eyes, feeling Catnap purr. "I'm sorry".

The feline held him closer. Dogday sobbed. The fire was getting closer as well.

He heard a sigh; Marie then hugged him. Her way of apologizing, he knew it, and that was the only reason he was still able to reciprocate the hug.

Then, the others joined. The entire family of 88, now 86, soon enough to be 0. They smelt like ash and dried blood, just like before Angel found them.

Dogday wanted to scream, but he couldn't. Not like this, not in this situation. So when they all stopped hugging each other, he merely pressed his head against Catnap's, holding him close, and watched in silence as a scream echoed in the background.

"It's Pierre", Craftycorn muttered. "I-it's him", she hid her face, Huggy trying to comfort her. "What should we do...?"

Delight got up.

"Mother told us to live", she spoke up. "So let's do that one more time, shall we? When he comes over there, he will be weak enough for us to kill him. And then, we can dance one last time".

"We will pass out before the fire is able to do much damage", Bubba muttered. "This may be for the best".

The other critters agreed. And, although a bit later, the others nodded along.

Dogday pretended Angel was still alive for them. He tried to wipe Catnap's tears, but only left their mother's blood on his face.

"I love you", the orange dog was able to whisper.

"I love you too", the other whispered back.

They were robbed of everything once again. But this time, at least this one time, they wouldn't die alone in a dark and empty factory, but a burning laboratory next to each other.

Maybe things were meant to be this way. Maybe they were never meant to live. Maybe this was what took Angel's life.

"Goodbye".

#poppy playtime #poppy worldwide #save everyone au #catnap #dogday #smiling critters #the smiling critters #ppt poppy #kissy missy #huggy wuggy #bubba bubbaphant #miss delight #mommy long legs #the angel #the prototype #experiment 1006 #garca writing

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there's so personal about sir nikolai :')

Sir Nikolai Rapunzel AU where he starts off all nobility/duty (or seeking redemption?? Reward?? Pre-knighting Nikolai promised knighthood if he returns with the princess?) but you become friends over time only for the trappings of knight/princess to lock in once the adventure is over

this one’s gonna be LOOOOOOOOONG my friend

You’d been kidnapped almost a year ago by some no-good noble that wouldn’t take refusal for an answer. He hasn’t touched you, thank god, but he was delusional enough to think that locking you in a tower would win you over. Stockholm Syndrome? Really???

But you were treated fairly well inside your captivity. You had a gorgeous view, paints, dozens of books, fine clothing, and almost daily new foods and treats were brought to you by an unseen servant that simply left it inside of your room.

There was a door, you knew, in your room that led to the hall. To the stairs that you could escape out of. But you’d become too lazy to try and open it anymore. That shit was impenetrable, and you had a feeling the door at the end of the stairs would be equally so.

Knights had come and gone trying to free you, trying to bring themselves glory. Some even, some men, were not yet knights but had been told they’d be knighted if they managed to bring you back home.

And oh god, they failed miserably every time.

Today, though.

Today you’re minding you’re own business when you hear a male voice call out to you from below. You give the window a bombastic side eye and ignore him, returning to your book. But he tries again, the dumb fucker.

“Your Highness!” He calls and you frown. “Princess!”

“Saints save me.” You grumble and stand, moving to the window. When you look down you see a blond man—handsome enough, more so than the others—and he’s got on a rather nice suit of armor. You almost snort—so he’s a peacock, then. “You can go now! I didn’t order any packages!”

“I’m here to save you!” He calls back and this time you do snort, smirking as you prop a hand on your chin and peer down at him.

“By all means, Sir.” You tell him, and he shakes his head.

“Just Nikolai! I’m not a knight, yet.”

“Oh?” You purr. “Yet? How presumptuous of you. And I’m sure you think saving me will grant this wish?”

“I know it will!” He grins and even here you can see the cocky smile on his face. “Sorry you had to wait for me so long, Your Highness.”

You scoff and move away from the window, absently hearing some shuffling occurring down below. Uncharacteristically annoyed you move to your basket of rolls on the dining table and pick one up before moving back to the window. Aiming, looking at his bent head as he examines the wall of your tower, you lob the roll down at him. It smacks him on the head and he jumps, earning a loud, almost witchy cackle from you.

“Alright.” He says, picking up the roll and tossing it up an inch or two in the air before catching it. “I see how it is.”

“Goodbye!” You call down sweetly, then go back inside, ready for your book.

Then you freeze.

Your body goes utterly still when you hear a sharp pinging noise hit the tower, then another, then another, the sounds getting closer every time. You’re still staring at the ground in mute surprise when you hear his grunt of exertion and then he’s in the tower, hauling himself over the window.

“Right, well.” He says, and you’re slightly surprised he doesn’t sound very out of breath. Your eyes slide very slowly to his and he gives you a casual smile. In his hands are two arrows. Arrows. He scaled the wall with—

“Are you mad?” You ask and he raises a blond brow. You move towards him and are not even sure why but you examine him fully with your eyes, as if looking for some kind of clue. He’s even more attractive in person and towers several inches over you. “You scaled a fifty foot tower in a full suit of armor with arrows?”

He pauses for a moment.

“Are you impressed?”

“Oh my god.” You exclaim and he has the audacity to laugh. Then you back up when he moves forward. “Ohhhh no. I’m not going anywhere with a crazy person. You’re raving mad. At least one of the men that tried and failed brought some rope to—HEY—!”

“Who says I didn’t bring rope?” He asks but you’re hearing him behind you and from above. Because this lunatic just threw you over one shoulder like a sack of potato’s.

“No no no, hey! Put me down! I’m not going anywhere with—wait I’m scared of heights don’t—”

“Don’t worry, princess.”

About five minutes later after much thrashing and screeching like a cat, he somehow managed to tie a rope to the windowsill, you still over his shoulder, and climb back down the tower. After your feet are on stable ground you wobble a bit, eyes wide and your mind stunned. He rolls his shoulders back and stretches, letting out an obnoxious yawn.

“Well.” He says. Casually. “I think thanks are in order.”

Your eyes slide so slowly to his you wonder if you’re going to start twitching. Then you lunge.

PART TWO COMING UP

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #wattpad #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #fluff #knight nikolai #knight nikolai lantsov #tangled #rapunzel

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quinloki · 10 months

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: fem!reader Character: Killer Kink: #2 Praise Kink Prompt: #13 "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Gift Giver: @thenotsofantasticlifestory

Summary: Killer takes care of you - and the rest of the crew - so much, that now it's time to take care of him.

Content Notes: reader giving oral, hand job, praising, soft fem dom,

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Your teeth nipped gently along the inside of Killer’s thighs. The first mate was laid across the short length of his bed, feet on the floor, legs open with you between them, hands over his mask, panting underneath of it.

You had requested some of his time, and he was certain he knew you meant intimately, but he hadn’t expected to be on the receiving end. Your first few sweet words of command and praise had almost broken his brain and he’d dumbly let himself be led to his current position.

“You’re so sweet, my love.” You coo softly, licking along his balls and hearing him hiss in shuddering breath. “Don’t hold back. I’m going to take care of you. All you need to do is cum until you’re begging me to stop.”

The snaps on Killer’s mask release as your tongue slides wetly up his twitching shaft, and he tosses it aside weakly. Your fingers wrap around his stiff flesh, slicking him with your saliva as you continue to lick and moan against him.

“Fffffuck.” He growls, head thrown back as his hips buck a little, hands tangled in the sheets when salty precum begins to bubble up at his tip.

“Awww, be a good boy for me,” you pout a little, tongue lapping up the fluid before you sucked the tip. “Don’t hold back. Just relax and cum for me.” You purr the words, letting one hand wander over his skin as you lick, nip and suck him off, pumping his base and shaft with the other hand, delighting in every twitch and tense grunt. “You deserve to feel good.”

“Hnnngh-shit!” Killer swears, as his hips buck, and he cums all over your hand. You pause for a second, surprised by the sudden orgasm, but recover quickly, cleaning him up with your mouth and teasing his twitching dick with your fingers as his hands go over his face and he devolves into a puddle of shivering moans and gasps.

“That was hot.” You muse, licking and rubbing life into his softening shaft. You felt it twitch in your hands and you grin. “My dear massacre soldier, you have quite the praise-.”

“Don’t.” Killer says gruffly. “Don’t say it out loud.” You can see he’s flushed down to his shoulders.

“Aw, I love it. I’m not going to tell anyone else.” You purr, standing up and catching his gaze for a second before you lean down and start deep throating him. His hips nearly come up off the bed as his feet tense from the sudden pleasure.

“(Y-Y/N)!” As close as you think Killer gets to squeaking, his voice nearly cracks as his fingers end up in your hair. You sweep the strands together, and wrap his fingers around the messy mass, letting him help keep your hair out of the way as you continued to pleasure him.

You hum positively, taking him so deeply that you’re wiggling your nose in his pubic hair and you can hear him swearing, hand tightening in your hair. You let him pull you up, letting the messy line of drool connect you to his tip for a moment, watching him mouth a swear at the sight.

Wiping your face, you crawl over top of him straddling his waist, as his thick, calloused hands rest easily on your waist.

“You’re spoiling me, little one.” He muses as you shift your hips and tease his hardening length with your ass.

“Hardly.” You scoff, shifting back a little more and sliding him against the hot and needy wetness between your thighs. “I’ve barely even begun to give you all the pleasures you deserve.” You coo, kissing his chest while his hands wandered over your back.

“Just relax, Kill,” You murmur, shifting up enough to trail your tongue along his collar bone and up his neck. Killer’s appreciation rumbled against your stomach as you moved up enough to press your lips against his. So softly at first, licking along the lines of painted lips before kissing him roughly.

His hands grip your ass and squeeze as you both take a moment to enjoy the sweet pleasures of one another’s mouths. His kisses were savory, almost like his cooking, lingering in your senses to assure you that you were sated. Warm and filling, and no matter how often you kissed him, you never tired of it.

“I’m going to take proper care of you.” You promise him, wriggling back down toward his hips, trailing lazy kisses against his skin as you adjusted.

“What if I get used to this?” He prompts, giving you a rare, crooked grin. He almost looks like Kid when he does it, but it’s far sexier on Killer’s lips. “I could become a needy brat.”

“Then I’ll just have to fuck the brat out of you.” You retort, biting your lower lip a little as you rut your clit against his shaft. “Now, be a good boy, and let me do this.”

“As you wish, I am commanded.” He replies, voice heavy as you shift, and he watches you slowly take him in.

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#birthday request event #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #killer one piece #Thank you so much for this gift - I had a great time writing it.#I stopped where I did because I was quite certain it was going to turn into 2-3k words and I didn't want to let it get away from me XD #I hope you enjoy it as much as I did ♥

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its-actually-minicika · 1 year

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Brotherly Affection (18+)

Quick drabble set in the "Yule Ball" AU - Part 1 - Part 2;;

This is a repost, since it wouldn't show in the tags the first time :")

Pairing(s): Aemond x Reader, Aegon x Reader - both implied;

Warnings: strong language, possessive Targaryens, allusions to sex;

Author's Note: based on this series of headcanons about your life at Hogwarts;

In a weird twist of fate, Aegon finds himself in the predicament of loving you. And as bad as it sounds, he will do anything to make you feel the same way.

Even if he has to fight with his own brother.

Aemond's jaw tightened in disgust.

There his brother was, holding onto her by the waist, scraping at her soft flesh with his dirty fingers.

He had to admit, Aegon had one-upped him. It was he who was supposed to ask you to spend Christmas with his him and his fucked up family. It was he who was supposed to be dancing with you now.

And yet there he stood. Gawking at the pair like a hawk, a caged bear, wholly ignoring Daeron's persisting attempts in starting a conversation.

A small giggle from her makes him want to get up from his seat and pluck out Aegon's eyes. He grips his knee tighter, and positions his body in such a way, that his good side is exposed to their pending interaction.

"The food is ready, Mistress." The meek voice of a kitchen elf cuts through the jazzy music that Helaena put on display.

"Thank you, Hooky. You may bring it over." His mother saves the day, smiling sweetly at her children and guest, gesturing them to take a seat at the table.

Before Aegon can make any other gesture towards his (Y/N), Aemond gets up from his seat near the fireplace, and pulls out a chair for her, right next to his own.

Brother clashes with brother - the elder throws Aemond a dissatisfied smile, eliciting a small hum from the perturber.

The food is served, and (Y/N) turns her attention to the grumpy old Vhagar, who suddenly appears - seemingly out of nowhere - and jumps straight into the girl's lap.

A small smile tugs at the corners of Aemond's lips.

"She's really fond of you." He remarks, softer than she'd expect, though still loud enough to grab Aegon's attention. The boy's deep voice grazes her ears in a deliciously blissful way, leaving goose-bumps in their wake.

(Y/N) can almost swear she feels his breath on her exposed skin, upon hearing him mutter, "Though, I suppose that was to be expected - given she is my cat. Like calls to like."

A familiar warmth spreads through her body, but before she can reply, Aegon's voice cuts in.

"(Y/N), after dinner is over, you should let me introduce you to Sunfyre." He muses with a wide smirk, locking eyes in between her and Aemond. "He's less tedious company than Vhagar."

The girl's eyebrows raise in slight surprise, but she smiles and nods quickly at his proposition.

"I didn't know you had a pet, Aegon!" She tuts with her melodic voice, eliciting a small snicker from the man of the hour.

"Oh, Sunfyre is not a pet."

Confusion etches on her face, which greatly pleases a brother and irritates the next.

Aegon shakes his head again, lowering his eyes to glance at the fermented wine resting in his cup.

Taking one swing of it, emptying it's contents before Alicent can register and chastise him, the eldest Targaryen licks his lips. "He can purr like a cat, but that's as far as his similarities with Vhagar go."

With her eyebrows furrowed in a twist, (Y/N) leans back on her chair, looking at Aemond with a questioning look.

"Aegon, that is enough for now - let us say our prayer, in thanks to the Seven for the food in front of us. You may take (Y/N) for a flight later." Alicent intervenes sharply, putting an end to his playful riddle.

"You'll see." Aegon assures her with a cheeky whisper, while clasping his hands together for the traditional prayer.

"And since you're in a mood for flying, you should take your siblings with you, as well." Their mother adds with her eyes closed, earning a loud groan from her eldest son and a pleased hum from Aemond.

"Mother, Sunfyre doesn't have the capacity to hold so many people." He tries to wiggle his way out of the unpleasant affair.

"Aegon." Alicent warns, putting an end to the conversation.

"Hey, mum, it's okay." Daeron interjects while giving a wink to his brother. "Helaena and I actually had plans to photograph those Pixie Faeries in our garden."

Helaena nods softly at their mother, and Alicent sighes.

"I'd love to go, brother, thank you." Aemond interjects with a defying look, quirking his head to the side.

If Aegon wanted war, he would give it to him.

"You hate it when I use Sunfyre, brother. It's too muggle-esque for you." Aegon clicks his tongue at Aemond, leaning onto the creme wall of his room for support. "What the hell are you playing at?"

"l could easily ask you the same thing." Aemond asserts calmly, "If you think for a second that l'd let you be alone with her, in a car, you're sorely mistaken."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aegon snarls through gritted teeth, approaching his sibling slowly.

"You know full well." Aemond retorts with a wild glimmer in his eye. "You had enough fun by playing the jester tonight. I won't let you breathe in her presence more than you already did."

"I'm sorry, who are you to make her decisions for her? She looked more than happy to go alone with me."

"Don't flatter yourself. She didn't know what that entailed. She still doesn't, yet." Aemond accentuates his every word, straightening his back to look downwards at his brother. "She'll be more than thankful that I tagged along"

Aegon chuckles through a short exhale, measuring his brother disdainfully with his eyes. "Get off your high horse, brother, it's exhausting." He snarls at Aemond, trailing his eyes over his form. "As if you don't get it wet every night to the thought of her – " He ducks away from Aemond's attempt to grab him.

"(Y/N) may be oblivious, but I see the way you look at her; and a load more than that." Aegon says with a wide smile, savoring the way his brother's eyes widened momentarily.

"Hey, tell me, Aemond: why do you always go to the guest room she sleeps in at night?" He wets his lips and frowns at him in a feigned confusion. "Do you just sit there and jack off over her?"

His words make Aemond snap. Before any of them can register what's going on, the taller Targaryen grabs his brother by the collar and pushes him against the wall. He prepares to do a lot more than that, but a sweet, melodic voice calls out to them through the closed door.

"Aemond, Aegon? Are you guys coming?"

Aegon raises his hands in mock surrender, shrugging his shoulders at Aemond's deep scowl.

"Oh, you have no idea." He muses in reply, whispering the words to his brother's face, and wiggling away from his grasp.

"Sorry to make you wait, Princess." His mellow voice echoes into the long corridor, as he struts closer to the girl's side.

For the second time that night, Aemond is left to fume by himself.

"This is Sunfyre?! Oh my God, Aegon, that's insane!" (Y/N)'s elated voice breaks through the heavy silence the brothers established on their walk to the garage.

She sprints past them, and circles the golden car twice, before finally letting out a low whistle. "It's amazing." She confirms with her cheeks ablaze.

Aegon's lips part in a low chuckle, and he clicks his tongue arrogantly. "You haven't seen anything yet."

He makes his way towards the front right seat, opening the car door and bowing his head respectfully. "Fair lady..." He purrs expectantly, waiting for (Y/N) to get in.

She lets out a small huff at the nickname, and rolls her eyes playfully.

Once she reaches the car herself, the girl stops and chews on her lower lip. "Are you sure we should drive tonight? You and I both had a little wine."

"Barely a glass!" Aegon defends his sobriety with a hand over his chest. "And in any case, we won't be driving on the highway, Princess."

"I haven't drank anything." Aemond's deep voice cuts into the night, raising an expectant brow at his brother. "I can drive you both."

"Absolutely not." Came Aegon's curt reply, not even a heartbeat later. He shakes his head adamantly, and places his hand on the small of (Y/N)'s back, encouraging the girl to get in the car with a boyish smile.

"You would really put (Y/N) in danger because you want to impress her with your questionable driving?" Aemond approached the two in three wide steps, placing his hands atop the girl's shoulders. "Just get in the back seat and put your pride aside for the night."

"How about you quit trying to fuck up our fun? How's that for an answer?"

"Boys." (Y/N)'s voice falls on deaf ears. She feels wildly uncomfortable, stuck in between two men who, for one reason or another, were openly comparing dick sizes in their own accord.

"What the fuck is your problem." Aemond demands more so than asks, reaching to place (Y/N) behind his back, and bring her further away from Aegon.

"My problem is that you've spent this whole night antagonizing me. You really get a kick out of it, don't you?"

Aemond lets out a rumbling laugh, and sneers at his brother aggressively.

"Ever the spoiled first son, thinking everything that happens around you is about you." He remarks dryly and buries his fingers into (Y/N)'s flesh unknowingly.

"You little --"

"Boys!" The girl tries again, this time successfully twisting herself away from Aemond's cold hands.

Her decided shout echoes throughout the night, and both Targaryens turn to her as if burned by wild fire.

"(Y/N)..." Aemond's soft tone is laced with worry and guilt, and he slowly extends his arm out to grab her hand and bruising shoulder, reaching for comfort.

"Princess..." Aegon mutters in his own right a second later, biting his inner cheek and moving from one foot to the next.

"Look, I have no idea what kind of fight you guys had, but I suggest you sort it out amongst yourselves, without putting me in the middle of it."

Having said that, (Y/N) turned swiftly on her feet and started walking back towards the opulent Targaryen mansion.

".. This is all your fault, you know."

"Sod off, Aegon."

The rest of the night was spent in painful silence.

Although Alicent could tell something had happened between her two eldest sons, she didn't dare ask or demand them to do anything.

Instead, she settled on giving them a warning look, pointing at the guestroom (Y/N) was to reside in until the next day.

"Play nice and apologize to the poor girl. She barely said a thing before excusing herself to go to bed, and she was with the two of you mere hours ago."

Aegon sulked into his armchair, while Aemond ran his eyes over the languid fireplace, wearing a tight expression.

Their mother kissed both of them goodnight, and departed to the master bedroom, with Daeron and Helaena fast on her footsteps.

"Don't stay up too late now." She instructed them sternly, although with lingering softness in her eyes.

Left completely alone, the two wavered on talking, until Aemond let out a strained breath. "Come." He uttered dryly, without sparing his brother a glance. "She's our friend."

Groaning in frustration, Aegon rose up to his feet, and slowly approached the door to (Y/N)'s room.

The two knocked and waited politely, until a muffled 'Come in!' was heard from the inside.

The two Targaryens went through the door at the same time, bumping shoulders in their wake, coughing nervously at (YIN)'s tired form.

Her eyes were locked in between the two of them, traveling from one face to the other, waiting with her arms crossed to her chest.

"We.." Aegon began after a long pause.

"We wanted to apologize for making you uncomfortable today. Believe us, it wasn't at all our intention."

"Yeah. What he said" Aegon added awkwardly, pouting slightly at her neutral expression.

It took three, maybe four seconds for the girl to shake her head and let out a long sigh. When she got up from the bed, (Y/N) was smiling sweetly at the two of them, running a hand through her hair as she spoke.

"Thank you for the apology, Aemond, Aegon. It's quite alright. I'm... not mad at you or anything."

"You're not?" Aegon asks with eyes widened out of proportion.

"No, of course not! I'm just.. worried about you two, I guess." She shrugs her shoulders in an attempt to pause and think on her next words. "I've never seen you bicker like that. It's very unlike you."

Aemond sighs, while Aegon swallows thickly.

"You're family. It sucks to see you so put up against each other."

(Y/N)'s mouth presses into a fine line, and she shifts her weight from one leg to the next.

"Is... is there something I can do to help you guys?"

"No." Aemond asserts decidedly, while taking her hands in his. "This... is something between me and Aegon to figure out."

"Yeah.. We don't want to... put you on the spot like that." The eldest Targaryen adds through knitted brows.

"Mm, we'll be fine." Aemond hums in agreement, running his thumb over the girl's knuckles. "Did I bruise your shoulder?" He whispers to her softly, before gently massaging her wrist with his long fingers.

"No. Don't worry about it, Aem." She hushes right back, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Well." Aegon declares loudly, eliciting a growl from Aemond, "Now that this whole thing is over, we should probably let you rest."

Aemond throws (Y/N) one last dejected loo, before slipping his hands away from hers, instantly missing their warmth.

"Rest up. I'll see you tomorrow." He promises her with a hazy look in his eyes.

"Ēdrugon sȳrī, gevie." Aegon sighs as well, offering her a playful smirk.

Noticing her curious expression, Aegon adds, "Ēdrugon sȳrī means 'sleep well'."

"And gevie?" (Y/N) asks impatiently.

To that, Aegon simply raises his eyebrows at her. He turns on his heel and winks over his shoulder, smiling like a carbon copy of the Cheshire Cat.

"Pay him no mind." Aemond accentuates with a feathered touch over her cheek. "Good night."

"Good night..."

As the two brothers walk up the stairs and turn for their respective rooms, Aemond pauses in his ascent.

"I hope you know I'll never let you have her."

Aegon smiles wistfully to himself, but doesn't bother to turn around.

"Then it's a good thing that that's not up to you."

The younger Targaryen scoffs, and clenches his jaw tightly.

"You will never touch her."

Aegon shrugs and pouts his lips in taciturn amusement.

"And neither will you."

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