#they got tired of not being in control so they made their own company

[xiax]

#"will you eat me out?"

;feat. xiao, diluc, + itto/afab!reader

;cw. cunnilingus

a/n. i like comfortable intimacy don't look at me

all characters presumed to be 18+. minors do not interact.

! XIAO

you both got home late from a commission, getting caught in a thunderstorm and effectively getting soaked to the bone.

the second you both stepped into his room at the inn, you began stripping yourselves of your wet clothes.

xiao plopped on the bed, folding his arms under his head as he relaxed. you paused you toweling of your skin to gaze at him.

he was still nude, strong muscles flexing with every minute movement he made. the position of his arms made his biceps flex and you found yourself clenching your thighs together.

"hey, xiao...?" you ask, approaching him carefully.

he peeked a single eye open to glare at you, though it held no heat to it.

"i was just wondering," you climbed onto the bed beside him, jostling him a bit, "will you eat me out?"

he heaves a sigh and you can't help but grin. because even though he acts like it's an annoying request, the way his cock twitches lets you know that he thinks anything but that.

in a flash, he has you pinned beneath him and he's carefully slinking down your body, tossing your legs over his shoulders before absolutely devouring you.

he keeps his heated glare focused on your face when he dips his tongue down to your entrance, prodding at it until your hips jolt st the feeling. he ferociously suckles your clit, lapping at the bud and positively drooling all over your cunt.

you're a mess within seconds, squirming and crying out while you tug recklessly at his hair.

"oh! xiao!" you cry, not caring about how lewd you sound, "that feels so good! you're so good!"

"shut up," he snaps, but his cheeks flush red under your praise.

he doesn't give you a chance to tease him, however, because he's swallowing your swollen clit into his hot mouth again.

the sounds of him eating you out is wet and lewd, loud squelching and his heated gasps for air every time he needs breath.

he's diligent in the way he works you to orgasm, salivating at the mere prospect of having your sweet, creamy cum fill his mouth. his cock is throbbing, painfully hard but you requested him to eat you out and he was going to finish you before he even thought about his own selfish pleasure.

he moaned, a sympathetic sound that he had no control over, as your back arched, chanting that you were cumming and thanking him so prettily for getting you there.

he was on top of you in seconds, desperately sinking his cock into you. his reward for being so good to you.

! DILUC

you knew he was working, shut away behind the heavy wooden door scribbling away at his paperwork. he had been so busy lately, leaving the winery at the crack of dawn to go to town and coming back late at night to do some paperwork before crashing into bed while you were sound asleep.

you missed him more than you could articulate.

you missed his company, his voice, his touch.

you were frustrated, a heated ache settling in the core of your tummy as you imagined your handsome lover just next door. so close yet...he wasn't there with you.

you whined into your pillow, petulantly kicking your feet against the mattress as you tried to rationalize your needs to yourself.

was it fair to disturb him simply because you wanted him to touch you? what if he rejected you? you weren't sure if you could handle that embarrassment. but maybe you could convince him to take a break and indulge you a little bit!

you knocked a couple times upon his office door before opening it when he called for you to enter.

he was sitting in his chair, hair tied up in a messy high ponytail and his jacket discarded on the back of his chair, leaving him in the short sleeved shirt he wore beneath it.

you closed the door behind you and approached his desk, glancing down to see he was signing some papers.

"do you need something?" he asked, voice blunt but not unkind.

he sounded tired, maybe even a little bored.

"i just..." you feel your cheeks flush as you remember exactly why you were in here, "i just...wanted to check on you...?"

his pretty, red eyes flicked up, peering at you from under his heavy bangs, "is that all?"

diluc was far too perceptive for his own good. no matter how much you tried to hide your true intentions, he always managed to figure out what it is you wanted most.

"is something bothering you?" he asked, finally setting his pen down.

"n-not really..." you respond, fidgeting with one of the little knickknacks that sat on his desk.

he sat back in his chair, making it creak under the shift in weight, "come here."

you obediently round the desk until you come to stand right beside him. a single gloved hand winds around your waist, slipping under the back of your shirt to rub your back soothingly.

but really all it does it make you crave for him to touch you without the barrier there.

"you can tell me anything, you know that, right?" he asked, his concern more evident in the way he furrows his brows and frowns.

you whine, knowing you can't keep it in anymore.

"i-i just..." you flush and clear your throat, "w-will you eat me out?"

his eyes widen for a fraction of a second before a blush settles in his cheeks. but he doesn't even hesitate in pushing his chair back away from the desk and moving everything important out of the way.

"yeah, yeah, i can do that baby," he smiles, patting the empty spot on the desk, "been neglecting you lately, haven't i?"

"mhm," you whine as you settle into the spot made for you.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart," he coos, pushing the hem of the oversized shirt you stole from him up.

if he noticed how completely dripping wet you were, he didn't comment on it. instead, he just tugged your panties down and spread your legs.

the sight of your lover between your thighs had your heart racing.

"please, diluc," you beg so sweetly that it brings a smile to his face.

he dips down immediately, tongue sliding between your folds to find your clit. you keen, head faking back at the intoxicating feeling of him making you feel good after so long without it.

"oh!" you cry, hand tangling itself in his ponytail, tugging slightly to direct his tongue to the right spot you needed, "there!"

he grunted, eyes slipping closed before flicking his tongue over the sensitive little bud until you legs twitched over his shoulders.

"so good!" you cry, moaning unabashedly as your lover ate you out so well, "please, i'm so close!"

at that, he quickly sealed his lips over the bud, moaning when you harshly yank his hair. you topple over the edge embarrassingly soon, nothing but a trembling, twitchy mess on his expensive desk.

he releases your pulsing clit with a little pop and wipes his mouth with the back of his gloved hand.

"that was fast," he muses, grinning at the sight of you so messed up just from him suckling on your clit, "would you like more?"

"what about your work?" you whimper, letting him tug you to your feet.

"i can finish it later. let's go."

! ITTO

itto had a habit of being a tease. but it wasn't conscious he was just...touchy! his love language was physical touch. but unfortunately for you, you were always completely heart eyes for him that any measly touch from him had you skin setting ablaze.

a brief brush against your back as he scooted past you, cupping your hip when you reached to grab something high, lips against your neck in a display of fleeting affection — it all steadily got you to your breaking point.

the sight of your teary eyes had him jumping to his feet immediately. eyes wide and hands flailing desperately as he assessed your body for any injuries.

"what's wrong!?" he cried fretting desperately over you as you sniffle.

"itto...?" you whimper, "w-will you please eat me out?"

he freezes at your request, a thousand thoughts popping into his head.

"i-is that all?" he sighs, slumping against you, "i thought something was wrong!"

"you've been teasing me all day!" you whine, wrapping a trembling hand in his hair, forcing him to his knees. he easily let you, already feeling his cock twitching to life at the sight of you so desperate for him, "you've been mean!"

"ah...i didn't realize, little one," he coos, smoothing his hands up your thighs, talented fingers easily stripping your lower half, "i'll make it up to you just like you want."

the position wasn't ideal but he couldn't deny that having you over him, holding your shirt out of the way and staring down at him as he slowly licked your needy little cunt, was doing something to him.

his tongue swirled over your clit, long nails biting into your hips as he held your steady when you swayed at the pleasurable feeling of his hot mouth.

he was messy, letting your slick soak his face and letting his drool drip down onto the floor. but neither of you cared, all you cared about was using his tongue to get yourself off. and he was more than willing to offer it.

holding his tongue out, all you could see were the whites of his eyes as you ground against him. your clit was hard and pulsing as his slid along the wide expanse of his tongue.

you were so grateful for that oni tongue — it felt better than anything you could ever imagine.

startlingly soon, you were cumming. he held you steady, practically panting as he tongues your clit to help you though your high.

but if he thought you were done, he was sorely mistaken. because before your orgasm could even come to an end, you were resuming humping yourself against his face, crying and gasping as you overstimulated yourself into stupidity.

you were a dream after his own heart.

@xiax // do not modify or repost

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao smut #xiao x reader #diluc smut #diluc x reader #itto smut #itto x reader

[faraway-archive]

Favorite Secretary

Yan!CEO x GN (secretary) Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption

AN; Sorry for any mistakes, and no plot- smut :p

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Gasping for air as you grasp his desk as he keeps fucking you. Trying to keep your moans down as his cock fits perfectly into your hole, as if it was made for him and that just made him more feral. He wants to hear more of you, if only you didn't have to be quite while he fucks you brainless. Every time both of you have sex he is very happy about ruining your career, he did everything in his power to make sure you only work with him. That you are under his control. He made sure you got rejected and blacklisted from working anywhere else but his company. Even better that you are his secretary, it helps to make sure you are closer to him than before.

He keeps ramming into you and grabs your waist tightly, making sure you don't fall onto his desk. He wants to make sure you feel his dick inside of you, at some point he pulls you up and makes you sit on his dick. Opening up your legs and just starts ramming his dick into your hole, you lost it and moaned loudly. You can't help it, his dick feels good as he keeps going in and out, it doesn't help that he is taller and buffer to. He has all that muscle and it wasn't for show, it's something that he can use to his advantage.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. You love taking my cock right? Panting like crazy, grabbing my arm as if that can stop me from being in your tight hole."

You couldn't say anything but moan. His dick is too good, too good for you to mumble anything but a slight 'yes'. Grabbing his arms as he goes into you, begging to cum. You can't help it- his dick is too good for you to keep it in longer and you just need to let it go. You can't think straight anymore besides his dick. You hate it, you wish that you didn't have to come to this life. If only you didn't get blacklisted from the job site, you could have been anywhere else. But on the other hand you can't deny, this job is good and it helps keep you afloat in the current world. If only your CEO wasn't so.... obsessed with you, but I guess that comes with the job.

"I will only cum if you beg for it." "Please let me cum! Let me, please please," You kept blabbing, unable to make coherent sentences or thoughts. His dick is too much for you. "Cum then, since you're desperate enough for my dick."

As soon as you came, he still kept going. At this point you felt overwhelmed and your legs shake violently. Soon after he came inside of you- no warning as you feel his cum inside of you. Gasping as he slowly pulls his dick out, watching his cum drip out of your hole.

"Good.. you did so well. I'm proud of my little secretary, taking my dick well. But you did moan loudly... ah well that's another time. Good job." Smiling as he helps clean you up, dressing you in your outfit and watching you struggle to leave his office as if nothing happened.

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Below this is old writing, I didn't like the way it was heading so yeah, didn't feel like deleted it LOL

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ You always kept quiet and did your own things. Wondering why the CEO would make you be his own secretary, didn't he have one before? You wonder what happened to them. Shaking your head you continued your job, scheduling meetings, responding to emails, all sorts of boring but important tasks. While in the mists of your task, Lux, the CEO called you to his office. That's weird, he never called you to his office unless it was an emergency. Aka you fucked up. Gulping, you finished up sending the last email and began to walk up to his office.

While you were walking up to his office, Lux was eagerly waiting for you. He has done so much to get you to be this close, just a bit more and you will be his. He was able to mess up your life to the point to where you now depend on this job to survive. He was getting tired of his old sectary anyways, but you. You were appealing to him. Something about you appealed to his taste, you were someone so pure, kind-hearted, something that he mostly lacked. You touched his heart when he first saw you in that small café. He was going to pass that until he heard your voice, and than he saw you. You captivated his attention. He just had to have you. To make you his. He smiles as he eagerly waited for you, he just can't wait to make you his. No matter what.

You made it to his office, standing in front of it you softly knocked. Hearing a muffled 'come in' you opened the door. Lux. The CEO sitting in his desk, smiling at you and gesturing to come closer to his desk. You do, very shakily. When you arrived at his desk, he stands up and walks towards you, Lux towering over you as he slowly leans in to your face. You slowly back away from him until your back hits his desk.

Glancing up at him he smirks, one of his hands holds the back of your hair and yanks it. Making you look at his ceiling and felt his breath on your neck. Kissing your neck as his other hand travels down into your pants. Gasping as he quickly unbottles your pants and watching it slide down.

#✒ fx's writing #my ocs #gn reader #male yandere #smut #x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere ceo #yandere lemons #tw yandere #yandere boss #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere smut #yandere nsft

[xmalereader]

Simon Riley x Hybrid! Male Reader

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Authors Note: I’m back! I want to start off by saying thank you everyone for being patient with me and for 8k followers! I know this shot isn’t long and pretty short, but I will be working on more soon. Unfortunately, at this time I am in my Hybrid era phase for some reason ( ◠‿◠ ) sooo don’t judge me. Also the beautiful artwork below belongs to @ave661 all credit goes to them please follow them because their work is amazing!

Summary: Simon finally gets to retire and get the peace that he finally needs in life, only for Laswell to convince him to take home a hybrid companion back home as company.

Warnings: Fluff, simple plot, hybrid dog reader, Simon is a softy, nightmares, mentions of service dog, military, history, short story, animal features and characteristics.

Word Count: 1.3K

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Simon wasn’t one for retirement.

His whole life he thought that he would be protecting people until the day that he is shot dead in the field.

Only to end up retiring.

He wasn’t retiring because of his age, no. He was retiring for being tired of having to see so much pain and bloodshed, seeing it when he was only a child and going into adulthood something that he never stopped hearing or seeing in his life. He reached a point where he no longer wanted to deal with this blood shed and finally be able to sit back without having to worry about someone trying to kill him.

When Simon made the decision of leaving the special forces he knew it was the right choice that he ended up surprising Price. The same man that he met when he first joined the military, befriending the older man and trusting him with his life. He expected Price to reject his retirement request only for the man to give him his approval on the spot, knowing Simon well enough to know that he needed this break. This peace in his life.

When news spread that ‘Ghost’ was officially retiring it shocked the whole base to know that the most dangerous and intimidating man that the know will be leaving his military life behind for something normal. Price had helped him find a remote place for him to stay in the meantime until he decided to either leave and find somewhere else to call home or perhaps stay at the small house that Price was able to find him.

Simon thought that it would be an easy start until Laswell recommended that he get himself a ‘service dog’ or a ‘companion’ to keep him company. He was against the idea of having someone or something living in the same place as him and so soon, but Laswell had insisted to give it a try in order to have some company around in case he ever felt too isolated from society. Which he later caves into Laswells offer and agrees to have a companion of his own.

Simon expected someone that Laswell and Price knew that had the balls to stay with him until he got adjusted to having a normal life, only to come face to face with a very rare and calm German Shepherd Hybrid.

Simon had heard about Hybrids co existing with society, living their lives hiding from the others due to them being so different from others. It wasn’t until laws were established back in 2010 for Hybrids to be able to live a life like humans; getting jobs, owning homes and property along with getting an education. That didn’t mean that they were entirely free.

Hybrids still had their own set of strict rules. Any hybrid who showed signs of aggression towards a human would be locked away, still keeping them in check for years knowing that they didn’t have total control of their own biology, but after years the laws changed either getting harsher or lighter for them to cope with, reaching a point where hybrids were reaching extinction.

Many were taken, sold to black markets, slavery, or even used for their unique features caused many to go into hiding again or to slowly die off. Very few were protected, but in the end they all died.

The hybrid that Simon took with him wasn’t like the ones that he would see in public.

He was quiet and respectful of his boundaries, never doing anything that Simon didn’t like. He was technically a ‘service dog’ from what Laswell said, trained by her own special team and her wife in order to have Y/n help soldiers with trauma or perhaps those who feared being alone and in need of a friend.

Expect Simons situation was different, Y/n wasn’t just there to keep him company for a short period of time. Instead he was their permanently.

It took Simon some time to adjust to the hybrids existence whenever he woke up in the mornings only to come downstairs to see the hybrid cooking him breakfast other times he would find him outside tending to the ruined gardens, keeping himself busy while Simon focused on his own thing.

The two didn’t really converse with each other until two months into living together. It was the night that Y/n was woken up by the sound of Simons thrashing and heavy breathing that alerted him to rush into Simon’s room. He can smell the sweat and anxiety off of him along with hearing his soft murmurs, clearly showing signs of a nightmare.

When Y/n first met Simon he promised the man that he wouldn’t do anything he didn’t like and kept well to his promise until now. His own instincts were going off and couldn’t stand to the side and watch the man deal with his nightmare. So, he did the only thing he knew what to do.

Y/n had crawled into Simons bed, lying down in the empty spot next to him and moving himself closer to the bigger man, head against his chest as his ears lower in worry when he hears how fast his heart is beating. “Simon…” He whispers in a soft tone, glancing up at the man in distraught. “I’m here Simon, you’re not alone.” He adds on, keeping his head against his chest while his tail brushed up against his hip, causing a small gasp to escape his lips when he feels Simons hand take hold of his tail in his sleep. The soft fur on his tail quickly relaxing the man as his heavy breathing decreases.

The hybrid ears perk up as he listens to his heart beat, hearing it slow down to a proper rate. He stays in this position for the rest of the night without another nightmare occurring.

When Simon woke up that morning he was shocked to find Y/n in bed with him, curled up close to his chest. The warmth of the others mans body heat brings him a sense of comfort, instead of getting out of bed and waking up the hybrid he instead stays in bed a little longer, watching the other man sleep against him.

Simon hated the idea of having company for his first few weeks of retirement, but after getting used to Y/n’s presences in his life their are current things that Simon had grown adjusted to in his every day life. The smell of breakfast being made every morning by the hybrid became a familiar routine, finding the man on his hands and knees while he tends to the backyard digging up a few holes in order to plant new flowers or perhaps some fruit.

Simon favorite part of their day together was sitting outside on the porch as they watched the horizon. Simon would notice the way that Y/n’s ears would twitch as he listens to his surroundings taking in the familiar noise that he hears every morning. The way that his tail would wag whenever he sees kids running down the street with their bikes or scooters in hand, hearing as they would argue with each other and laugh.

The image alone brought a small smile to Simons lips.

Their bonded deepened with time to the point that the two were having regular day to day conversations. Y/n was no longer the closed off and shy hybrid that would be cautious when speaking with Simon and instead became someone who wasn’t afraid to speak up for himself or to be selfish every once an while.

Simon could say that he was grateful for Laswell convincing him to bring Y/n into his life, having him as a company whenever he came home or when the two would go out to run some simple errands, granting Simon the domestic life that he craved for whenever he was on missions and he finally has it

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[hotnbloodied]

I know you will probably ignore this but can you try doing Yan farmer x hero reader? (I guess an iskei trip or whatever idk I just wanna know if you could try and build with this idea)

I would never ignore a request, if I couldn't do it I'd let you know! But thank you so much for your request it was very fun to do! I hope that you enjoy~ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yan!Farmer X Isekai'd Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

TW: implied non-con, obsessive personality, controlling behavior, toxic relationships.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

It’s been a month since you found yourself in a world very much like the mmorpg game you used to play back when you were on earth. The first week was extremely rough, in the first three days you were in a frenzy trying to get your wearabouts about you. A couple of knights found you and were actually pretty helpful in guiding you to the church where the nuns made sure you were fed and taken care of. On your calmer day you decided you wanted to try something and called out the menu aloud. You almost jumped when the all too familiar screen popped up in front of you, the only thing missing was the option to ‘quit game’. The next chance that you got you asked one of the nuns how you could go about being an adventurer.

Here you were getting the hang of your class, who knew that combat in real life would be harder than it would be in a game. Monsters were actually terrifying and being in the wild sucked but at least you weren’t relying on other people to get by now.

You might have been getting too comfortable though because while taking on a quest to get rid of some monsters terrorizing some local fields you all but reached your limit, you were tired and wounded but the request was done and you just needed to report back to the guild now but you passed out.

You woke with a jolt. You thought the knights found you and took you to the church again but after looking at your surroundings that didn’t seem to be the case since it looked like a quaint cabin. You also noticed you were bandaged up really well. The door creaked open and in came a person you never saw before. “Oh you’re awake! That’s good.” “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude,” you told them. He shook his head, “It’s the least I can do after you helped clear our fields of monsters.” “Ah, I need to report back to the adventurer’s guild.” “You’re not in any condition to move! You need rest.” “I’m okay, I need to collect my money after all.” “Then, let me come with you.” Seeing no harm in that you allowed him to come with you. “I’m Mikha by the way!” The two of you exchange greetings and names. “Wow so you’ve only been an adventurer for a month? What made you want to be one?” “Change of pace I guess.”

After finishing the business at the adventurer's guild you were about to say your goodbyes with Mikha but he invited you to dinner and you couldn’t pass up free food. Back at his home you helped however you could in the kitchen but since everything was so primitive compared to your original world you were slow in learning. Over dinner you two talked about life, his parents died when he was young and he had to learn to take care of the farm from a young age in order to survive. He talked about how nice it was to have dinner with someone after being alone for so long. “Have you never thought about finding a spouse?” You asked. “I have, it’s just so hard when you have to tend the farm all the time.” The night ended with Mikha insisting that you spend the night there, which you agreed to since it’s better than camping out or spending money at an inn again.

A couple more months went by and you basically made yourself at home with Mikha. Even though he insisted that you paid with your company you still gave him money for his hospitality. All seemed to be going well until you informed Mikha that you were leaving this part of the continent to broaden your horizons of the world. “Mikha, are you okay? You dropped your food.” “I- I’m fine, when are you leaving?” “It’s going to take me a month to prepare so I’m not going any time soon.” “I’m going to miss you…” “I’ll miss you too! I’ll definitely try to write to you when I can.” Mikha lost his appetite, he thought everything was going good between the two of you, he thought he could convince you to stop adventuring someday and the two of you would settle down and start a family together. Was this really how it was going to end? No, he won’t allow it.

Your preparations were coming along and you were getting more and more excited about your journey. You couldn’t help but notice that Mikha seemed to have gotten quieter and just overall seemed to be more on edge. When you asked him what was wrong he’d vehemently tell you nothing was wrong.

Finally, the night before your journey arrived and Mihka had prepared more food than usual as a celebratory feast. You two ate and drank to your heart's content and Mihka even seemed like he was back to his cheerful self. After cleaning up, you went to go get a good night's rest but in the middle of the night you felt something burning in your core. You were extremely turned on and it was to a point where it was near uncomfortable. You squeezed your legs together, you tried to breathe it out and you even tried to relieve yourself but nothing was working. You didn’t even notice the knocking on your door until Mikha walked in to ask what was wrong. “Stay away from me!” You warned him, “I’m not in my right mind!” Mikha didn’t listen and because of that you jumped him and used him to your heart's content.

The next morning you were ashamed of yourself, you saw the marks and bruises you gave him from the night before. You were on your knees, crying and sobbing for forgiveness. He seemed like an angel when he pulled you in for a hug and told you everything is going to be okay but you’d need to take responsibility. You kissed your future dreams goodbye and eventually the two of you married and took care of the farm together. Mikha was just glad that you agreed to take responsibility so easily, but in case you ever tried to leave him, he would tell you about the succubus mark that was implanted on the two of you that night meant that no matter who else you decided to be with your lust wouldn’t have been satisfied by anyone except him.

#lovesick #yandere #yandere male #obsessive yandere #obsessive love #obsession #male yandere #male yandere x reader #gender neautral reader #gn reader #yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere blog #yandere boy #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #x y/n #y/n #isekai #tw noncon #yandere writer #yandere core

[whyareyouhere66]

Showering with Dallas [HC] ⚠️also not smut⚠️

I did this with Sodapop, and @audreyissocool requested I do one with Dally as well, so- 

Dallas Winston x GN Reader 

◘ He’d made jokes about you showering with him multiple times before it actually happened.

◘ As he pulls off his shirt, he’d look at you and put up the offer for probably the hundredth time.

◘ “Care to join me?” Followed by a “C‘mon, make my day sweetheart.” Something like that, even if he wasn’t entirely serious. 

◘ One day, you take up the offer. 

◘ When you first peel back the curtain, and step in to join him- he’s a bit startled. But it only takes a moment for that to be replaced with a grin. 

◘ He’ll say some cheesy shit like “isn’t it my lucky day?” while he wraps his arms around you. It kind of became normal, after that- your showers became shared. 

◘ Likes to be very touchy in the shower, often admiring you with a small grin. Loves to have his hands around your waist, resting in your shoulders, etc.

◘ Sometimes in the mornings, if you’re in a rush, it’s more chaotic. 

◘ Dallas reaching over you to grab the shampoo, you stepping around him to get the most water, etc. Sometimes he’ll tease you about it, making jokes about “well what’s the rush?” 

◘ But if you guys are showering at night, it’s more relaxed and slow.

◘ Dallas might very likely be drunk, so you could have to take more control with washing his hair as well as your own. 

◘ And he just lets you, most of the time. 

◘ Sometimes he might say “I can wash my own hair-“ and take control for a minute. But, on the other hand, he doesn’t mind when you’re the one touching him, doing his hair, holding his face. 

◘ During his rough days, though, he’s especially less touchy.

◘ Washes his own hair, won’t touch you. It’s on those days that you tend to let him shower alone, which both of you are fine with. He’ll catch up with you later, holding you closer in bed. He’s just more quiet.

◘ If it’s you having a rough day, you might prefer his company in the shower. He’ll stand with you, do his usual remarks or talking, he won’t treat you significantly different. He acts normal, asks you what’s wrong and if you answer, you answer. If you don’t, you don’t.

◘ Or, maybe you’re like him, and prefer to be alone. In that case, your rough days and his are very similar in this context.

◘ He gets in the way sometimes, leaning on you while you’re just trying to wash your hair. 

◘ He’s not helpful at all, isn’t really trying to be either. He can wash himself and then he’s all yours- you’re still using the shampoo? Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care.

◘ It becomes something he longs for. Say he’s out somewhere, and he’s just tired, people are annoying him, he wants to go home. He wants to go home to you, see you, just chill out a bit. 

◘ Around the gang, he didn’t really bring it up. He loved it, but didn’t care to go off and brag to Two or Steve about it. 

◘ They didn’t even know until he brought it up once, when the gang was teasing Steve about something with Evie. 

◘ In short, he told them they were being stupid. Two asked him if “he’d ever been that intimate with Y/n.” Dally just rolled his eyes.

◘ “me and Y/n shower together, Two, get with the program.”

◘ So yeah, pretty nonchalant, that’s how the gang found out.

◘ And he sort of likes it that way, having his own things in the relationship just meant for the two of you. 

That’s all I’ve got for you today 🤠 Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed <3

#dallas winston x reader #Dallas Winston x gender neutral reader #Dallas winston #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #66 recs&replies

[viathecloset]

Taehyung and jungkook's relationship is overlooked by 90% of the fandom solely because they are so controlled by the narrative of the fandom/company that they cannot quite accept that anything outside is even a remote possibility. Ive been more of a quiet observer for years now [my sister's an army since 2015] and I've seen the boys, moreover I know how marketing and kpop works. It's quite evident if u observe close enough of the pattern on how this group of seven guys who genuinely love music is marketed you would understand to what extent you're being brainwashed. Im not talking about this like a conspiracy theorist. It's quite simple and right infront of you. Yall refuse to accept it that's all.

1. There are a certain set of stories that are made to be told by them, over and over again. Even if it disturbs them or they are bored. E.g: 2018 disbandment story, vmin dumpling incident, jikook rain fight/tokyo trip, mind you there are many things that happend between people who lived together for 10+ yrs but if it cuts the flow of events you are made to believe happened you aren't gonna hear from it, ever.

2. Like stories there are dynamics that each pair is supposed to portray Taegi as annoying/annoyed duo, taejin/jikook as flirty HS boyfriends, namseok/taekook the awkward old friends and no matter how much the relationships change or evolve you won't see it cuz again, it won't FIT the narrative that has already been shown.

3. Like relationships there are characteristics that thankfully some members chose to break out of during their solo era: hoseok always being sunshine and loud ( he's quite serious and very dedicated infact ), jungkook being that muscle dude who only knows how to follow his Hyungs ( he's very independent and has a lot of targets he wants to achieve individually, he's very thoughtful and organized) and Taehyung being WEIRD and weak ( he's extremely intelligent and super strong he's strategic and disciplined)

4. This brings us to the whole Taekook narrative, the fact that they've been seen so much during solo era yet people had the audacity to still call them distant and awkward solely cuz it wasn't via company but through Taehyung's ig or jungkook mentioning him in interviews etc. I think it's needless to say they aren't comfortable being touchy and showy on camera for content, hell if they were to shoot everytime Taehyung and jungkook hangout there would he enough CONTENT till 2067. They're supportive of eo and have a very big shared friend circle, when jungkook went missing for almost 2 months we got to know Taehyung was the one he was with.

5. The thing is everyone [ including my own sister ] thinks that Taehyung is being desperate or such whenever he mentions Taehyung cuz a. Yall have actually led jokers run so fucking rampant that everytime the man mentions him actually doing something you're ready to throw him under the bus and call him a liar or such. b. Im not saying jungkook isn't close to anyone else but when he isn't working or shooting content and just wants to be himself the one you saw him most was around Taehyung and yes it matters. In the name of hating shippers yall have not only dissed the quite frankly PRIVATE bond they seem to share but went as far as dissing Taehyung himself cuz of the extreme level of manipulation yall are under.

Ik imma find armys [jikookers ]under this sooner or later calling me names but to be honest I'm sick and tired of yall dissing very real people and their very real human relationships solely based off the content yall are made to believe is 100% candid. Go touch grass, get friends, go date, don't obsess over them for a while then come back and try seeing it from a neutral perspective.

#taekook #taehyung #jungkook #bts #tumbler #opinion #fandom ships

[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.15

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

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“It’s currently 9:45 pm, we have a code 245, there’s been a stabbing. Female, age 24, Name; Ellie Williams”

8:00 AM

Ellie had been having a shitty past two weeks, ever since the fight at Joel’s. Part of her longed for your forgiveness, she’d worn her heart on her sleeve, tried to reconcile with you and it all went down the drain because she couldn’t control her anger. She knew a sincere apology would earn her your forgiveness, but she couldn’t bare facing you at the moment.

Sat on the alfresco, basking in the fresh spring air, Ellie sat nursing a warm latte. The backyard that once housed Lila’s playhouse and the swing-set that she and JJ had played tirelessly on, were now gone. The vast lawn only being home to a few stray lawn chairs and the unused barbecue. It was only recently that Ellie had realised how lonely she was. Without Lila here for most of the week, the only company she had was her own, and that was her biggest fear, being alone.

Immediately thoughts of nostalgia flooded her brain, the first time you and her had set up a slip and slide during a hot summer day for Lila to cool off on. The vigorous get togethers you and Dina would put together during the holidays, The time she’d built Lila’s crib in this very backyard with Joel’s help. It was all too much and yet not enough. She yearned for that back, it was all she wanted, no matter how long it would take. Her brain kept repeating the words “Atone, Atone, Atone.”

11:45 AM

“Ellie, look at this shit.” Vic hands her his phone, showing her some meme that usually she’d crack up at. Instead she just glanced at it, let out a fake chuckle and shifted her focus back to the movie that was playing on Vic’s television. Having known her since college, Vic knew her reaction was fake. From the corner of her eye she could spy him placing his phone down and turning to her with a questioning face.

“Alright, what’s with you, you’ve been sulking ever since you got here?” She looks at him in annoyance, who was he to be pestering her?

“I’m fine man, just tired.” She wastes no time turning her attention back to the television, having had enough of the short conversation.

“Els, as much as I’d like to believe that, I don’t. Just telling me what’s wrong?” Vic and Ellie’s friendship had always been the same since freshman year of college. They never got emotional or sappy with each other, they were just those kinds of friends who enjoyed hanging together and most times it was in comfortable silence. So to see Vic so concerned for her made Ellie feel weird. Maybe she did have people on her side, maybe she wasn’t all alone.

“I’ve just been thinking man. I’ve been feeling really alone lately and I” she pauses, taking a breath as a lump forms in her throat. “I just miss my family, I want them back so bad Vic” She didn’t know why she felt so emotional all of a sudden, but she broke down into tears, something unusual for her. Vic didn’t know what to do, so instead he enveloped her in an awkward but warm embrace.

“You’re not alone Ellie, you’ve still got them. No matter what happens you’ll always have them”

2:30 PM

After her heart to heart with Vic, Ellie decided she couldn’t let herself loose the only people she loved. She knew the only way to end these feelings of isolation was to make an effort to spend more time with her loved ones. So the first thing she did was call Joel, asking if he was free. He was taken by surprise, as the two of them didn’t spend as much one on one time together as they used to. So when she suggested they go fishing, he was on his feet getting the gear together in no time.

“How you been, ain’t heard from you since that fiasco at my party?” Joel says, as he prepares his rod and bait. Ellie doing the same with her’s, letting out a subtle sigh and turning to him. The two of them were sat on quite uncomfortable camping chairs.

“I’ve been feeling pretty shitty, Y/n won’t talk to me, she’s still mad.”

“She got a right to be, your lil show was stupid and immature, you’re real lucky Lila was asleep”

“I know, and I feel bad about it.”

“So toughen up, apologise.” He stands up, casting his rod and then looks back at her expectantly, she doesn’t know what to say but just nods. She lifts from her chair and walks over to where he’s standing, casting her rod as well.

“I’m sorry Joel, I know I fucked up your party, I shouldn’t have acted that way” He turns to look at her and shakes his head with a smile.

“Honestly if you’d been fighting anybody else I would’ve been happy, just not under the circumstances that you did. It was sorta entertaining” He lets out a deep chuckle and Ellie laughs, shaking her head.

“I’m so telling Y/n” Ellie smirks as she nudges Joel with her shoulder, causing him to groan and do the same to her.

“Don’t you fucking dare”

5:30 PM

Joels living room looked the same as it always did, dvd’s from years ago lined up on the bottom shelf of the tv stand, brown sofa’s with plaid cushions and a few candles that were surely gifts from you and Lila. A game of basketball played as he and Ellie sat nursing beers and reminiscing.

“You remember your first drink, you spit out my most expensive whiskey?” Joel places his glass on the side table and laughs.

“I hate to break it to you man, but that wasn’t my first drink.” Ellie lifts up the glass of beer, waiting for his reaction to the news.

“What’dya mean that wasn’t your first drink? It was your 21st birthday.” He turns to her, eyes narrowed in curiosity.

“Joel do you really think when I was going to my friends birthday’s in high school I was just drinking pop and juice? You do realise I had my first proper drink in like 10th grade” Ellie can’t help but laugh at his shocked reaction, he truly couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I can’t believe you”

“Get over it dude, it was like 8 years ago,. Plus I turned out pretty okay don’t you think?”

“You wait till its Lila, you little dipshit, then you’ll know how it feels” Ellies face sinks at the thought of her precious girl going anywhere near alcohol, parties, men or women. Joel takes in the angered look on her face and smirks, taking her reaction as his revenge.

7:45 PM

Ellie was currently pushing her trolley around the store, in search for things she wanted to get Lila for her easter basket. The two of you weren’t raising her to be religious, but you weren’t opposed to letting her enjoy the fun aspects of holidays like easter, Christmas, etc. Seeing as easter was approaching, Ellie wanted to go all out for her little girl. Anything purple that had to do with easter she’d throw into the cart, knowing that was Lila’s favourite colour. She couldn’t wait to see the smile on her baby’s face when she saw the basket full of goodies.

Another part of her was excited that you’d be spending easer together as a family, along with Dina, Jesse and JJ. She’d take that as her chance to apologise for what she’d done at Joel’s party. Atone for her mistakes and assure you that she would be willing to respect your relationship with Abby if it meant she’d have a shot at getting you back.

“Hey, Jesse” She had one arm pushing the shopping cart and the other holding her phone to her ear as she waited for his response, glancing around the isles filled with Easter themed decor.

“Hey Els, you at the store right now?” Though she and Dina’s relationship never recovered after the separation, she was still quite close with Jesse. Seeing as he was the only one who was civil towards her despite her mistakes.

“Yeah, picking the shit for the hunt up right now?”

“Sounds good, I know you have Lila tomorrow, would you mind have JJ over, he’s been pestering me about it all day long.”

“Yeah man, sure”

8:20 PM

After leaving the store with a trolley filled to the brim, Ellie was ready to get home and pass out. She’d had a long day and Lila would be coming round early morning, not to mention she’d be looking after two noisy and energetic kids instead of one. As she made her way down her street she was intrigued to see two random cars she hadn’t ever seen before, parked by the curb. Ignoring them, she got the three large shopping bags, from the trunk and made her way into the house.

“Hey Ellie” She’s startled by the voice and immediately recognises it, she reaches to find the light switch. Once the hallway is lit by the bright yellow light she’s met with the familiar blonde from her past, stood in her hallway with a knife clutched tightly to her side . Immediately she drops the bags onto the floor and steps forward. She thanked the God’s that Lila was with you tonight, or else she would’ve died right here.

“Amelia, what the fuck are you doing here? You know I could call the police, right?” Ellie stands with her arms by her sides, fists clenched in anger. If she hadn’t been such an idiot this woman would’ve never ruined her and your lives. She wished that in some way she could go back in time and change all of this, relive the day she got tangled up with this psychopath and steer clear of her at all costs.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it, have you missed me?” Amelia comes closer to Ellie, by this point they’re no more than a few inches away from each other. The only thing Ellie can focus on is the large knife she was holding. Dressed in head to toe black, with a pair of black gloves. Ellie prayed to god that if she was going to die tonight it wouldn’t be you and Lila who came in and found her body.

“It’s been two fucking years Amelia, why do you still care about this, how the fuck did you even get in here?” Ellie is now yelling, looking down at the blonde with fury tainted in her eyes.

“I don’t care Ellie, I told you you’d regret the day you rejected me and I wasn’t lying. Anyways, I have people who will do anything for me, getting a key to your weak door was easy.”

“What the fuck do you want, you have 2 minutes or I’m calling the police, this is breaking and entering as well as trespassing” Amelia is now face to face with Ellie causing the auburn haired girl to recline back in disgust.

“I want you Els, that’s all I’ve ever wanted” The look of raging delirium in her eyes sends shivers down Ellies spine. Amelia reaches forwards enveloping her in a wanting kissing her. Ellie thinks this may be a chance for her to restrain the crazy bitch and then call the police while she’s distracted. She’s however taken aback when she hears a groan and then sees blood pooling on her shirt. Her whole body runs cold, Amelia talking a step back and smirking at the knife that was currently plunged into Ellie’s stomach.

“But I want revenge more”

Ellie hadn’t realised that she’d been stabbed until Amelia had retracted and said those words. She fell to the ground her head crashing against the hard wood floors with a loud ‘thump’. Meanwhile Amelia was laughing maniacally as Ellie slowly became taken by dizziness, her eyes blurring and her ears beginning to ring. She wasn’t afraid of death necessarily, she was just afraid of what the outcomes entailed. She was afraid you’d come here tomorrow morning, to drop off Lila and the two of you would find her dead body laying in the doorway, lifeless. She was afraid Joel would have to live with the knowledge he’d lost the only two daughters he’d ever had. Most importantly she was afraid she’d go out without having earned atonement for all the hurt she had caused. So as she slowly drifted out of consciousness the only thing in her mind were the words “Atone, Atone, Atone, Atone” repeating themselves like a mantra.

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[oliversrarebooks]

Riana's Determination

This is a Rare Bookseller AU based off @sowhumpshaped 's OC Riana and her story Perfect. What if the Maestro finally had his perfect thrall...?

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tw: mind control, body control, violence, the Maestro fucking dies

Circumstances had forced their hands.

It wasn't that Lily didn't want her sire dead, far from it. She hated him, hated the horrific punishments he made her inflict on herself, hated how he would invade her mind without warning, and especially hated the simpering coward she became in his presence. She wanted him dusted more than she wanted anything else in the world.

But because she was that coward deep down, she'd rather live with the devil she knew and understood than risk yet another failed attempt to kill the Maestro, ending in yet more punishment and pain. At least this way, she could enjoy Miriam's company while it lasted, try to carve out a bit of happiness in hell...

But circumstances had forced their hands. Circumstances in the form of the Maestro's new favorite toy.

Riana had come to him willingly, so he said, and Lily would have found that impossible to believe if she hadn't observed the girl herself. She was a piano prodigy, superior even to Lex, and what's more, she took to all of her sire's punishments with nary a complaint. No, she almost seemed to welcome them, to believe with all of her heart that suffering was the greatest of teachers.

Just like him.

Lily watched her from the shadows, flitting around the music room, her steps poised and perfectly silent, her skin littered with bruises and marks from his crop. Despite her sickly looks, she performed her chores with brutal efficiency and precision.

She was, unfortunately, perfect.

The Maestro was absolutely planning on siring her, there was no question of that. No question that he would prefer this flawless porcelain doll to Lily, who could never please him for long no matter how hard she tried to earn his approval or at least a reprieve. 

He would sire her as soon as he thought she was ready, which could be years from now and could be tomorrow. He'd gain a no doubt powerful vampire with undying loyalty. The slim chance of killing their sire would collapse into nothing once his obedient little minion got a taste of power, and Lex and Lily's hopes and dreams would all be dashed, if they were even allowed to live.

So that's why it had to be now, their last attempt at freedom. Lily had filled her pockets with the stakes she had stolen from hunters, said her goodbyes to Miriam, and closed up her manor.

Lily had the easier part in all of this: to ensure that Riana was out of the way, lest she come to her master's aid. She had been given that job while Lex and Fitz handled the far more difficult task because her talents lay in enthrallment, and certainly not because of how cowardly she became around her sire.

When Riana's back was turned, she dashed in, covered her mouth firmly with one hand, and grabbed her around the waist with the other. "Quiet," she spoke in the thrall's ear, pouring every drop of her power into it. "Be quiet, be still."

Riana was not being quiet or still. She was kicking and thrashing as hard as she could, and if Lily didn't have her vampiric strength, she would have easily been overpowered by Riana's sheer desperation. 

"Quiet," Lily commanded with her own desperation. If she couldn't do this one thing, then she didn't deserve to go back home safe. "You're tired, Riana. So tired. So sleepy. You're just going to go to sleep."

Riana's struggles intensified as soon as she realized what Lily was trying to do, but after the initial surprise, they began to grow weaker. 

"So sleepy." Lily was approaching this with zero finesse or subtlety, trading technique for speed and power. "Stop fighting. Go to sleep. Go to sleep, Riana, deep, deep sleep..."

Her eyelids fluttered, her head pitched forward, and Lily's hopes rose, before she shook awake again and resumed her fight and her muffled screaming. But it was a moment of weakness, one that Lily could press.

"You're so tired, aren't you, Riana? So tired all the time... so, so tired... so sleepy..."

She shook her head as if to deny it, but Lily knew better. Lily could see the dark bags under her eyes, the result of her master's brutal tutelage. She knew it all too well. Lily and Lex bore the same marks, all these years later, still unable to sleep well.

"When's the last time you slept, Riana?" asked Lily, knowing she couldn't answer. "Aren't you just so sleepy? Don't you just want to curl up warm and safe in bed and go to sleep?"

"Mmm," she protested through Lily's hand. But she was barely moving now, her eyes going glassy. Despite the threat she posed, she was still only human, and still as susceptible to Lily's voice as any human. 

"That's right, it's been so long since you've had a good night's sleep. You need it, don't you? Your body is calling out for sleep, your eyes beginning to close, and your mind can't resist. You're falling asleep now. Falling asleep... falling deep, deep asleep..."

Truthfully, she was putting up a surprising amount of fight for a seemingly ordinary human who was already desperately sleep deprived. No doubt she knew what was about to transpire, realized that if the plot against her master succeeded, her life with the Maestro was over. They were both fighting for their hearts and minds and souls, so to speak, and truthfully, Riana's will was probably stronger than Lily's. Unfortunately for Riana, this was not remotely a fair fight. Lily was making sure to end it before it ever could be.

"Sleep, deep sleep, peaceful dreams now," said Lily, who was running her hands through the now motionless Riana's hair. She was far more agreeable now that she was fast asleep, Lily supposed, and not playing the part of the shadow at her sire's heels, agreeing with everything he said, accepting her horrific punishments without complaint...

...earning his approval in a way that even Lily never could manage.

The sound of commotion down the hallway stirred Lily out of her thoughts and back to reality. All of this would be for nothing if Lex and Fitz didn't succeed at their task. She flung the sleeping girl over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ran to the parlor, where she saw...

They had failed.

Fitz was on the ground, screaming, barely holding off a crying, hysterical Lex. The stake was just inches away from his heart -- the stake Lex was holding, was being forced to drive closer -- their sire almost smiling as he bore witness to the scene he created -- their wrists both trembling, tears pouring down their faces --

"No!"

Lily tossed Riana to the side to rush to where the struggle was taking place, even knowing she'd be caught in the same web Lex was trapped in and make things worse --

For a moment, the Maestro's concentration broke as he saw Riana hit the floor, waking and crying out in pain.

For just a moment.

A moment just long enough for Lex to leap to his feet and drive the stake where it truly belonged.

And for just a moment, the Maestro hung in midair, looking shocked in a way he never had.

The hysterical screaming. That was Riana. The hysterical laughter. That was Fitz. The slow collapse onto her knees. Oh, that was her.

She was free. No, she couldn't be. It must be a dream. But there was his corpse, the corpse he had always been, on the floor, already starting to dust from the wound in his chest. Returning to dust as though he'd never existed, leaving behind the gaping wound in the space where Lily's heart should be.

It was over. It couldn't possibly be over. But it was over.

Lex had picked up Fitz off the ground and was swinging him around. They were both laughing now. Riana was crawling on the floor towards the rapidly decaying remnants of her master, screaming as though she were the one with a stake driven through her heart.

Lily stood up, noticing that a few of the Maestro's other thralls were gathering at the door. They must have felt the enchantment lifting. Their minds were forever altered, and most of them would never recover even if skilled humans devoted themselves to rescuing these poor souls, but at least part of their cruel master's influence evaporated along with his corpse.

It wasn't over yet, because these people were her responsibility, now. The best she could do for them would be to give them a soft landing, enthrall them in gentle and pleasant ways, wash out what memories she could, try to place them with the kinder vampires she knew. She wasn't normally this sentimental, preferring to keep her distance from the thralls she created, but this was different. She'd been here once, in this very mansion, in their shoes.

She was responsible for all of them, and that included the woman sobbing on the ground. "Riana..."

She stopped sobbing. She turned. And the look she gave Lily made her instinctively step back from the cold expression of hatred on her face.

Somehow, she looked just like him.

"Hey, Lil," said Lex, tearing his eyes away from Fitz. "What are we going to do with her?"

Erase her -- that had been Lily's initial plan. Erase her mind and sell her to a vampire in a different city, one who would keep her chained in some basement, somewhere where she'd never be found. But as her eyes bore into Lily, she knew that that wouldn't be enough to quiet her fears. Riana was devoted in a way that had nothing to do with enthrallment. She carried a determination that allowed her to survive every one of her master's punishments and ask for more, and she was absolutely willing to bring that determination to bear for one purpose now. Revenge.

"We have to kill her."

Lex looked surprised. Riana did not. 

"Are you sure? I thought you'd erase her mind..."

"We'll never be safe, even if I erase her and have her chained in a dungeon," said Lily. "If my spell, or her bonds, or her new master falters even slightly, she'll find the fault and escape, and then she'll come for us."

"You truly think so? We agreed to not kill any of the thralls --"

Fitz put his hand on Lex's shoulder. "She's right."

"You too? Well --"

Silver. Blood. Pain.

Lily should have seen it coming. One moment she was standing and discussing the thrall's fate with Lex, and the next moment Riana was upon her, her former master's silver knife clutched tightly in her hand.

As the pain flared through her stomach, Lily at least was grateful that the choice had been made for her.

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[deyisacherry]

Striked by Stars — (DCA -Sun & Moon- x Reader. Cyberpunk AU)

(title might change)

[Just an idea. Possible Chapter 1]

Your foot taps the floor anxiously, you stare at your tired reflection in the vending machine's glass, waiting for the damn thing to work once and for all. Finally, it makes an almost hopeful sound, while you notice how the food package begins to move forward.

You can already imagine the sweet flavor of the cake, satisfying the hunger you have endured for at least 38 hours.

... Yeah, it's not easy to get something to eat in this city. Or anywhere really.

Your illusion is shattered when the package jams just before it's dropped, and the neon lights go out followed by a stupid, pathetic noise.

You kick the huge "box" angrily, without even getting a shake efficient enough to get your snack out of there... dinner? Whatever.

And of course, the great multimillion-dollar company in charge of creating most of the technology in your district had to make sure that the glass was resistant to prevent theft. That's why it was still here, and also why it barely worked. You suspect you're not the only person who's kicked this thing.

You curse every living thing left and give the device one last blow, before turning to leave the alley and walk towards your vehicle.

Wonderful. Another couple of hours you'll have to go without feeding.

Hell, sometimes you wish you were one of those Sentinel robots just so you wouldn't have to worry about eating. Of course, that was the only reason. The thought of becoming a robotic slave with no life decisions of your own made you nauseous.

You had no choice but to go all the way to the west of town to negotiate with some probably bitter and greedy guy. At least you would get some of the leftovers that are still in good condition.

You got so busy planning something that you didn't notice the constant noise coming from the direction of where you left your motorcycle. A worrying crash startles you and you step back before crossing the corner, pressing your back to the wall as your hand travels to the gun in your jacket.

You listen carefully, avoiding anything that could give you away.

Some bastard trying to steal your vehicle? A Sentinel they sent to annoy you? Did you get so careless that someone followed you?

Well, you better get out there and get rid of the problem before it gets rid of you.

You approach the corner very carefully, and activate the recognition scanner in your glasses, turning your head slowly.

Your hand grips the gun firmly when you see movement, away from your bike, thankfully, but closer to you than you'd like.

It takes you a while to make out the figure. A being with almost human characteristics, staggering as it tries to get up. It fell down, that caused the noise. But there are metallic sounds, machinery causing almost silent grinding noises. He's not human. But it's not a Sentinel either.

The being raises its head and you hide better. It doesn't notice you. You look at it closely and... it's a robot. Not one you've seen before, but definitely not one you should fear, or attack.

Its white orbs seem to scan its surroundings with confusion, or perhaps weariness. It doesn't take your "baby" into account and you sigh in relief knowing that you won't have to kick any more metal.

You study it more closely, while analyzing the information that your glasses give you. Humanoid figure, clearly thinner than ordinary. Probably tall if you weren't looking at it half lying on the ground. Yellow casings. A kind of sun rays around its head. A thematic robot, it seems. Definitely with artificial intelligence, it's not controlled by anyone. Half of its face resembles a crescent and...

It belongs to Fazbear. That's what the data says.

But... "Entertainment"? They stopped using that term a few years ago. "Fazbear Enterprises" is how they call themselves now.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You know many robots were created by them. Mostly animatronics.

You feel like you should be wary. You have no security knowing by whom it was created.

But...

It looks exhausted. Afraid. Something clearly isn't working with it, and getting up seems like a big stretch right now.

Your hand holds the gun doubtfully. You shouldn't let your guard down anyway, so you stay alert. You clench your lips and fist, thinking of what to do.

You're starving, you can get in your vehicle right away and drive off to try a bite of whatever.

. . .

“Hey.” You speak firmly and as clearly as you can as you emerge from your hiding place, making sure it doesn't see you as a weak human, just in case. The sun-like robot looks up at you, and flinches, recoiling or rather crawling backwards at your presence. Its eyes open in some panic and its mouth that seems not to be able to open showing its teeth in a tense expression.

You raise an eyebrow at its reaction, but given its condition it doesn't surprise you. The information you receive when analyzing it with the glasses doesn't seem to be anything to worry about, yet...

"Who are you? What are you doing in this place?”

The robot doesn't speak, it just watches you and you start to get annoyed. You think you see its rays contract and come out at a rate that resembles breathing. Suddenly, its body tenses in a sharp sound, and it turns its head slightly to the side.

You narrow your eyes and frown. “What's wrong with you?”

You scan your surroundings, but you don't see or hear anything. It seems like you've become less of a threat to it just now.

“...Hey, I'm talking to y-”

The robot gets up with a speed that you don't know where it came from, and takes you tightly in its arms. Not enough to hurt you, but enough so you can't break free. And boy does that make you angry. You can't draw your weapon properly, and there's nothing to kick that will "hurt" it or make it fall. It carries you as if you weighed no more than a feather. You begin to curse and flail violently, until it covers your mouth with its hand. You expected a cold, metallic texture, but it's... Soft? Silicone... And why the hell is this robot so warm?

It moves from where you were in a hurry, you can hear its machinery more clearly. Of course you haven't stopped trying to free yourself or screaming under its hand.

When they reach an unlit alley, your glasses flash, detecting an approaching threat.

Damn, a trap, a fucking trap. You should have known. How dumb, how-

The robot presses you to its body and shrinks into a corner of the alley, allowing you to put your feet on the ground. You could take advantage of the situation to get away more easily and make it scrap once and for all, but...

You hear a Sentinel pass by. The sound of its thrusters becoming clearer and louder as it advances. Your detector would not have alerted you in time. You would have had to fight off guard, and probably come away with injuries, or worse.

The darkness of the place that surrounds you is enough to hide you. Your eyes open intently to the other side, maintaining at least a little hope that the devilish machine will continue on its way. Luckily, you know when it's tracking a target. That nasty, blinding purple light isn't on. Seconds pass tortuously slowly, and then it's gone, until your radar can no longer detect it.

You feel your body relax, and you breathe out in relief, closing your eyes for a moment.

The silicone hands carefully move away from your mouth and body, and you regain your anger at the surprise of the moment, turning sharply and pushing the robot against the cement wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you insane?!” You blurt out in an angry whisper, just in case the thing could still hear you. “Why the hell did you do that?!”

The robot looks at you in panic, without moving. Its white optics seem to flicker nervously. It does its best not to touch you at all, both hands raised on either side of its head in a show of surrender.

Its silence makes you start to think that perhaps it doesn't speak, or its voice box is damaged. But... it probably just doesn't have the courage to talk.

As you study its fearful expression better, and the slightly scraped or dirty state of its faceplate and rays, you grimace. You release him and lean back.

... It just saved your life.

You don't understand why, but it did it.

And, damn, you still have enough honor to recognize an act like that towards you. Not everyone is that way these days.

Everyone tries to see for themselves. Even in the resistance. Someone less is just that... one more who didn't get lucky.

You clench your jaw, sighing deeply. You run a hand over your face, looking away. Your recent reaction wasn't the best on this one.

This robot saved you even though it wasn't in the best condition, and you perfectly noticed the fear it feels for the Sentinels.

While it does come from Fazbear... it doesn't seem to want to be related or involved with them. You look at it again, and it doesn't seem to be carrying any kind of weapon. The plates on its arms only look like maintenance accesses.

You soften your expression and hold out your hand towards it. The robot shrinks in fear, its rays retract and you understand that it's a way of expressing its emotions. Your mouth twists once more, your fingers gathering in sorrow. You drop your hand to your side awkwardly.

“... Hey, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to talk to you like that. You don't deserve to be treated that way after what you did for me…” You speak softly, watching as it slowly relaxes himself and also drops its arms tiredly.

It continues looking at you despite everything, it doesn't lower its head, nor does it look away. Or well... so it seems. You don't see pupils in its eyes.

Its rays extend smoothly, and you notice how they rotate very gently, just like a windmill. A small smile appears on your lips at that. It must mean it has calmed down now.

You breathe in and adjust your clothes without much effort. “Uh…” Your hand grabs your glasses and pushes them up, letting them rest on your head. "Thank you." You tell it calmly, not trying to approach it again. You understand that it may still be in a state of shock. “You could... you could have just left. Run, and leave me there… Wow, you could've just taken my motorcycle and run away.” You chuckle tiredly. “But you didn't... Thank you.”

The robot's rays make a quick turn to the opposite side, and you think you see him change his tense expression for a very slight smile just like yours.

You take that as an acceptance of your apology and gratitude, and you feel a little better.

A little, because... Now what? You're still hungry, and you're still planning on going for food. But leaving it here... just like that, would be low of you.

Actions, this is how you should show real appreciation for something so important.

“... Do you talk?” You ask simply, not knowing if you were tactful or not when doing so.

The robot takes a few seconds and nods. Oh, well... so it was just afraid to talk. Well done, you metaphorically "cut out its tongue" by being so defensive.

“Were you going somewhere?... You don't look... Well- you look...” You try to choose the best words, twirling your hand in the air. You click your tongue, straight to the point. “Do you need a ride? Anything?"

Another few seconds of silence. It seems to hesitate, and this time it lowers its head a little.

“… Uhm- You don't have to answer if you don't want to… I'm just trying to-”

“The underground shelters.” Finally it... he answers you, and this time you stay silent, waiting for him to continue. “I must... get to the underground shelters.” He says, his voice soft and slightly interrupted by static. His voice box, in fact, does sound a little defective.

Oh...

“... Whoa, to the- to the other side of town, huh?” The robot nods, almost ashamed.

You and him internally recognize that in his conditions he wouldn't have gotten there on his own.

“Well…” You put your hand in one of the pockets of your jacket, and show him a small control, shaking it slightly. “You're in luck. I’m going to the west too.” You say with a friendly smile, tilting your head.

He mimics you, his head leaning to the same side as yours. Or maybe he's just confused to get your help back.

Either way, you have a feeling this robot was designed to entertain.

His confused expression changes to a cheerful one, his eyes turning animatedly into crescents.

"Thank you..." He tells you softly.

“It's the least I can do.” You say lifting your shoulders simply.

The robot stands up shakily. Not out of fear, but out of the clear weakness of his metal body. You inevitably approach him quickly and help him remain stable. He doesn't flinch, or push you away. He looks down at you with a tired smile. Doesn't he have any batteries that need to be recharged as well? You start to wonder how long he's been sneaking around the city to get to his destination.

“Do you have a name… a- nickname, or something?” You question, letting him place one of his arms on your shoulders.

The robot nods once more. His expression seems a little out of it, as if he was thinking about something else. Like he's remembering. “Sun.”

You sigh with a smile at the obvious coincidence, and adjust his arm tightly over your shoulders, your free arm wrapping around his torso firmly. You tell him your name confidently, and he looks at you, spinning his rays once more. You laugh softly and gently pat his forearm.

With your free hand, you lower your glasses onto your face again, just to make sure you don't run into any more inconveniences. The radar tells you that you're safe, and you sigh heavily. Good, because your stomach is starting to kill you.

You may have had a very small glimmer of regret when helping the robot walk to your motorcycle. Even if he's just leaning on you, putting his arm around your shoulders, he's heavy as hell. Envy growing in your chest as you remember how he picked you up like it was nothing a moment ago. And he was tall, very tall. If he wasn't hunched over, you would barely reach halfway up his torso.

But, leaving him here with the excuse that he was too heavy, would be beyond rude of you.

It's not like you wanted to either. You were serious when you offered to help him.

You both reach where your "baby" was left. Intact, without having been of importance to the Sentinel, and that takes a great weight off your shoulders...

Bad inside joke.

You let him hold on to the vehicle while you get on, so he can stay upright, and also keep your motorcycle stable. You settle into your seat and then turn to look at him, motioning with your head to tell him to get in too, while you start putting on your helmet.

Hesitantly, his eyes flicker a few times and then you see him physically relax, as if sighing. He climbs up and takes a seat behind you, avoiding as much as possible to touch you, you deduce. It's fair. You've just met, in a not-so-pleasant situation, and it's completely normal for him to be nervous or uncomfortable.

You remember how he flinched when you extended your hand to him.

When you saw the fear in his body language, the brief thought that perhaps he was attacked or mistreated crossed your mind.

You don't like that.

It is true that you prefer to go on your own in general, but it doesn't mean that you don't feel complete rejection of the injustices towards the innocent beings that survive in these times.

This robot is one of those beings. Your doubts are scarce.

Your hand turns the accelerator and causes the angelic sound of your motorcycle ready to go. You feel and see from the mirror how Sun stirs uneasily at this. He clearly hasn't been in a vehicle like this before, and that makes him even more nervous.

Another clue is how his hands hold tightly on the edges of the seat, on either side of his legs.

"Hey." You catch his attention and he raises his concerned gaze from the ground to you. “You're not going to fall, don't worry. "I know how to handle this old beauty, okay?" You tell him in a comforting tone, before lowering the front shield of your helmet and directing your gaze forward. “Ready to go for a ride, 'Sun'?” You ask out loud within the safety of the helmet.

He shrinks slightly in his place, his rays retracting again, in that anxious gesture.

You don't wait for an answer. Using the accelerator again, and with complete naturalness, you step on the pedal to start, leaving the solar robot silent of any thought he had wanted to express.

You had already gotten used to the small push generated by the start, so much so that you no longer even noticed it. But Sun... Sun gripped his hands on the fabric of your jacket, on both sides of your torso.

You laugh softly, barely noticeable because of the wind crashing against your body, your amused smile being blocked by the dark visor covering your face.

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[marvelmaniac2000]

Summary:  Loki finally catches you time slipping after you guys break up. Little does he know the different lives you guys could have shared.

Characters: Loki x (Reader (Y/N) Mobius, Sylvie

Subject: Fingering, foreplay, french kissing, angst reader, dominant Loki, makeup sex,  Loki season 2 (non spoiler smut) , 18+ ONLY,

Intercourse, doggy style, slow burn emotional sex, 

Words:1.4k 

 (I wish I could watch Loki again for the first time. I love the aesthetic. It’s probably the only MCU show I’m able to keep up with at the moment. Everything else is not on my agenda lately to be written about.) Wrote this late at night tired af 🤡

   You TemPad back into the TVA with burning red eyes trying to hold back the tears. There was nothing in your mind that mattered but some sheer solitude away from loki. He completely messed up your life. He was just a regular variant that needed to be controlled. What made him seem like he was any different from the rest? Maybe you were the weaker link in the TVA that he was able to manipulate the most. 

   You stood in the middle of the TVA main monitor before striding down the hall toward a vacant interrogation room. You slumped down in the chair and exhaled. Loki was under Mobius' responsibility and couldn’t run off without knowing his where abouts at all times. This was your chance to disconnect from whatever was happening. Mobius warned you many times before to stay away from him but you couldn’t help wondering what made this man think he was different from the rest of the variants at the TVA. Every flirtatious moment, slight touch and seductive gazed sent major shivers down your spine when he was even near you. Loki was helping you guys track down the unknown variant but little did you know that the same viarant apparently named “Sylvie” was something of his own new desire. 

    You heard a slight presence from somewhere in the dark room. “I told you, didn't I? Mobius lingered from behind. “Please leave me alone in my own thoughts for a second before you rub it in my face” “Nahhh I think this is all too good of a moment to pass up” Mobius slid his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, just think about it for a sec…the guy fell for a female version of himself.. That isn’t someone worth gloating about... trust me” Mobius stood across from the table. “Well you know you can't help who you fall in love with” you whispered. “That doesn’t exist here. You had a job to do, and you preferred to be selfish and cause more timelines to branch out. I hope you’re happy” 

  “You and I both know that wasn’t the plan” you retorted. 

 “None of this was (Y/N)!.. “ He scoffed. Now you are a part of a case that I do not want my own friend involved in. It just became personal and more difficult, so I hope I won’t have to prune you.” 

   “Don’t worry. you won’t” you flipped your TemPad open and vanished.  

.............................

  “I care about you Sylvie and quite honestly I did at one point wanted to be with you but I don’t really like you in that way .” Loki reached out for Sylvie sitting down. “Look it doesn’t not matter what I think, the TVA is in complete shambles and that’s really the only thing that makes me happy at the moment.” 

  Loki looked up at Sylvie’s face and noticed a glimpse of hurt. “I think you’re a pain in the ass,” he chuckled. “Why? You got what you wanted but do you realize it won’t include you if there isn't a timeline to begin with?”

 Sylvie slid down off of the truck. “ I meant every last word. Now excuse me, I’ll like to enjoy my peace.” With a brush against Loki’s shoulder, Sylvie walked back into the restaurant. 

   Loki pinched his nose. His patience was running thin with everyone. For the love of god, he loved both you and Sylvie but only he couldn’t go back to the godly way of juggling several women at once. All he could think about was you right now and being wrapped up in your sheer company. Maybe he should just let Sylvie be alone for a while, he was sure she would be okay for the “time” being. First, he needed to find you and make sure you were not going to disappear from the end of time. 

    The gentle breeze swept your face as you inhaled the beautiful air from outside. You watched from across the street an amazing white picket fence house with a red truck parked right outside the garage. You moved your hands in your pocket and watched your variant self with a yoga mat and gigantic hand bag in the other. Also resting between your ear and shoulder was your phone talking extremely loud to whatever person there was. Just look at you, you did a sly smile to yourself and felt the sheer joy of seeing not only a different version of yourself but the most regular you but with Loki in it too. There he went trying to walk to the mailbox looking at maybe letters? Bills? Who knows. But it made you happy. Your variant self drove off in a hurry and waved Loki bye in the process. You wondered what it would be like to meet this version of him. Would he still look at you the same? Touch you? Or would he come off as a weird delusional variant? It wouldn’t hurt to try to see. Before you could take another step closer a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into another dimension. 

   You lunged toward an unknown bedroom. You turned to meet Loki’s gaze staring right at you. 

“Why?’ That’s all you could spit out. “I’m pretty sure I’m the last person you need to talk to save the universe? Am I not correct?”  

  “Listen, I can explain” Loki gently closed the gap between you too. “I don’t need to hear your lies” you didn’t even want to look at his face.

“(Y/N) please I love you” he took your hands into his and gave you those big pleading eyes.

“What about Sylvie? Isn’t she more important?” You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Just a friend my dearest” he brushed your hot cheek with his thumb. Oh how much you missed his touch. 

 “I’ll prove it to you” he slowly pressed his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth and let him take the lead. “I’ve always loved you and only you” he kissed the crook of your neck and sucked on the area that made you squirm. Your hands roamed between his loose strands of raven black hair. You gasped, making your grip harder around his shoulders. You backed away and slipped off your TVA jacket and pulled your shirt off.

“May I?” Loki gestured toward your pants and gently undid your buttons. He locked his lips onto yours wanting access with his tongue. You hummed letting him dance around your mouth. His hands pulled your pants down leaving you with nothing but bare lace panties. Loki let fingers slip into your bare wetness. You bite your lip watching him dance his fingers around your clit in slow strokes.

“Oh how much I’ve wanted to pleasure you” Loki soft fingers builded up the milky white wetness of your flower while you cry out in moans into his ear.

“Loki” you whispered, grinding your hips to his hand. His pace quickened while he devoured your neck with his wet tongue. Your fingers scratched his jacket wanting more of him inside.

“Please” you breathed. Loki pulled his fingers away and sucked his fingers clean of your juices.

“Lay down” he gently gestured you toward the bed.

“I want you on your hands and knees dear” You do as you were told and kneel with your bare ass in the air.  You hear the sound of a belt buckle before Loki adjusted your hips toward his entrance. You gently hitched your breath feeling him tease his tip inside your wet dripping folds.

“Are you ready my love?” he bent over nibbling at your ear. Moaning while you feel him fill you up.

‘Y-yes” you breathed. Loki smirked, ready to make you his. 

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[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

Assuming the "mass hypnosis" theory doesn't play out, I have my own theory on how the Vees will try to take over Hell, or at least Pentagram City. Angelic steel made weapons have been presented as the strongest and most powerful weapons in the Hellaverse, and we know that Vox runs a company that's always making technological breakthroughs. Maybe Vox will salvage what little bit of the steel he can find and build an army of angelic drones/warbots. He can either use these machines to wage war on the other Overlords or sell them to gangs and crime lords throughout the city to cause chaos for the Overlords in his stead that he can use to further the common demon's dependence on the Vees resources. Plus, I just KNOW that he'd make an angelic superweapon specifically to kill Alastor (maybe his own holy mech suit with a battle axe like the one Adam used just to rub salt in the wound).

It's a little bit of an over-the-top theory, but I think the possibility is there.

Also, if you get tired of me sending you my theories and questions nonstop, just tell me you're tired of me and I'll give you breathing room.

Greetings.

I'm not tired of them at all. Quite the contrary. I'm more merely bewildered to be approached by them is all. But I in fact, quite enjoy the topics of discussions. It also brought somethings to my attention I haven't stop to considered before. I enjoy your thoughts and theories as well.

For those reading and unaware this is a follow up question from :

I think Vox creating a mecha would be hilarious. I don't think it will happen, but I can also see when everything else fails, Vox will use it as a trump card and it be so over the top that it just comical. For whatever reason, it gets destroyed quickly. Funnier if the Vees were "blasted off agaiiiiin" like team rocket.

But your idea of combining Angelitic steel to Vox machines is not far fetched at all and not something I thought of. In fact, it was already hinted at in the show.

Vox at the time was pretty much making shit up in front of paparazzi but I think he general pulls all nighters to solve the design/program on whatever product he promise and make them actually happen. He promised Angelic security to his consumers. He already figured out that he needed the angelic steel for it because he quickly demanded to his assist to cancel all meetings of the day but get Carmine on the books.

So, I assume he did actually have that meeting and bought a bulk of steel from her already. He has the material already since after episode 2....which is roughly 6 months Vox got to experiment with before extermination day.

Now, he was making defense system, but as the saying go, a best defence is a good offence. He can easily tweak his products and redesign them to be more oppressive offensive task force he can control. Or even more sinister, have his consumer buy the defense system but have them turn around against them once they solde enough.

Carmilla probably be beyond piss that her steel supply is used for to oppress and also against her as well. She may be a overlord but she vibing she actually cares the state of Hell and the city. The balance and order of things. She's a true uncorrupted politician.

Even if Voxtech Angelic warmachines doesnt come into fruition, I have no doubt that Vox does not carry an angelic blade or gun with the angelic bullets as a precaution. Especially after witnessing Alastor defeat and that alone would put ideas in his head about being able be to similarly wound Alasor himself.

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[strongsassysexysloane]

What You Deserve

Sum: Things get complicated when a case turns into a weekend away. Alcohol is consumed and flirtatious comments leads to...

⚠️ - Sex is mentioned, alcohol consumption, drinking, teasing.. nothing too salacious... yet.

It was always a shame that when you got a case in such a beautiful city, you never got to see the nice side of it. Especially when the hotel was actually decent for a change with a wonderful swimming pool. The team had wrapped up the case quicker than usual and the hotel had the rooms booked for another few days, the only problem was the Agency. They were always the problem.

“What is the point of having our own private jet if we can’t keep it for a few more days and enjoy a well deserved weekend off?” You’d been trying to reason with the higher ups for almost an hour now. Emily tried first, company money and time, they insisted and then you tried. You didn’t have enough pull as Emily did but you were more persistent.

Annoyingly so.

‘We need the jet back in-‘

“Why? It is this team’s personal jet. Who needs it back, when we are all here? We would be using the same amount of fuel..”

Emily was on her third tequila sunrise watching you with amusement. The others had dispersed around the bar, dancing or chatting with the locals. She had hung back to keep you under control but that was before she started drinking half an hour ago.

There was no more arguing with you.

‘It has been over an hour. I don’t know the time where you are, but I want to go home. Have the jet for two more days, fine. You can explain it on the budget next month.’

You smirked and Emily was shocked. “Oh I don’t have to deal with the budget, thanks.” And you hung up, much to Emily’s now new frustration.

“What about the bud-get?!” She was the one having to fill out those reports and give lengthy reasonings about where and why they used their budget.

You shrugged, “This will be put up for questioning next budget review I guess.” Your amusement growing more and more as Emily’s dwindled.

“Those meetings are already hell… This better be worth it.” She grumbled, sipping her drink.

“Just think –“ You paused, she glared at you over the glass. “- Or don’t, that works too.” You held up your hands and backed away, heading for the bar.

You informed the team that you’d secured the weekend for everyone to stay at the hotel. Only issue was you were bunked with Emily for another two nights. That wasn’t really a big issue. There were thankfully two beds to your saving grace but still being in a confined space with her for long periods of time was testing your will power. Not to mention her short sleep shorts.

Usually you managed to bunk with Reid or JJ but this time they got their own rooms and Emily made the call to take one for the team… Meaning bunking with you. Much to everyone’s amusement bar your own. Night one was fine, you were too tired to care. Now you were on night five and alcohol was involved, your will powerful was absolutely drained and Emily was drunk.

When you made it back to the table Emily and JJ were sitting at, you could see more empty glasses which meant she was onto her fifth cocktail.

“Think it’s time to cut you off.” You laughed at her instant frown. “Ok, stand up without swaying and hop on one leg.”

She instantly got up but JJ held on, her hand gripping her shoulder for balance. “This isn’t fair.”

You laughed watching her struggle to lift one foot even with JJ helping her. “Sit down Em.” You sighed, shaking your head.

.. >< ..

The night carried on. To Emily’s delight you didn’t cut her off which was your mistake. Now you were the one helping her walk back to the room. Her feet tripping over themselves which made it extremely difficult to walk let alone stand.

“You’re such a light weight.” You chuckled as she stumbled and leant more on you. “Jesus.” Her arm wrapping around your waist for a second to gain balance.

“Hey. Girls gotta let loose - once in a while.” She hiccupped and regained some balance, removing her hand from your waist.

Thankfully, you reached the room and got her inside and onto the bed. Her drunken smile watching you move around room. The heavy lifting was over, although now you had the task of helping her out of her clothes before she passed out. You handed her a glass of water and she drank it. Your mind going a million miles an hour, you weren’t far off being drunk yourself.

“You’re good at this.” She mumbled, giggled when your fingers tickled the bottom of her feet taking off her shoes. “Not asking permission before you undress me…” She quirked an eyebrow with a smirk. Even wasted Emily could pull off that look.

The thoughts running through your head weren’t innocent when she looked at you like that from this position on your knees in front of her. “Please, I’d be far more seductive undressing you if sex was on the table.” Your eyes slammed closed, and you wanted to hit your head against a brick wall.

“Who said it wasn’t.” She snickered. Not at all regretting flirting with you when you looked like this.

This woman was going to be the death of you. “Do you want help or not?” You looked up at her, legs hanging off the end of the bed where you plopped her, hair a mess, shirt twisted but somehow, she was still the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

“Is sex on the table if I say yes or no?”

“Emily.” You warned and she sighed.

“You’re no fun when drunk. Yes, can I please have help, don’t think I can stand up without it.” She laughed, attempting to stand up but she couldn’t get the momentum. “Nope.”

“Here.” You grabbed her hand and with a bit of momentum on her part, you managed to stand her up. Her hand fell from yours and rested on your waist. “Don’t.” Her hand didn’t listen, it went on exploring and snuck under your top. It took all your will power not to moan at the touch.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t-“ Something must’ve clicked in her drunken brain because she instantly retracted her hand from your skin. She shook her head, trying to shake away the thoughts, the alcohol was melting away her walls and rules.

“Hey,-“ You were soft, your hand coming up to cup her cheek and draw her eyes back to you. “Let me help you, then I’ll get you another glass of water and tuck you in.” You threw in a wink and a smile to calm her beating heart and it worked. It didn’t help your racing heart after her touch and how she was looking at you, but she needed help right now and your feelings took a back seat for now.

There was a quick nod and you proceeded to unbutton her shirt and take it off then you helped her undo her trousers. Nothing was said between you, both of you silent and breathy controlling your impure thoughts. You’d never get the image of her in her underwear out of your head and you didn’t want to.

She sat back down on the bed and curled up under the covers.

“I’ll be right back.” You brushed her hair out of her face and swore you heard her purr at the touch.

The bathroom was a saving grace, you took a minute to settle your nerves. Undressing Emily took all your will power, touching her skin was intoxicating and you worked quick as not to wonder. She didn’t seem to mind but then in her state she did put sex on the table. You shook your head and filled up a glass of water for her.

She passed out almost right away after you tucked her in. You made sure she drank the water before falling asleep then you got ready for bed. It was late so sleep came easy but your dreams had you squirming.

The sun didn’t wake you but the sound of someone puking did. Your eyes flickered open and there it was again. Last night quickly came back to you and you shot out of bed. “Em!”

“Don’t come in here!” She quickly flicked the door and it slammed shut in your face.

“Come on. I can hold your hair up at least.”

“No!” She yelled before throwing up again. “Why didn’t you stop me from drinking?!” She coughed and flushed the toilet. Her head hadn’t felt this bad since her late teen years.

You shook your head and leant back against the wall. “Oh gee, like I could stop you, I suggested it five drinks in. You had other ideas.” There was the tap and you heard her brushing her teeth so you walked back to bed. “You’re cut off from drinking for the rest of the weekend though.” You grumbled and flopped back into bed, your head wasn’t feeling that great either.

“Excuse me?” Her hands were on her hips as your rolled over to look. “Did you suddenly become miss boss over night?”

“Fine, drink. Go sleep in Morgan’s room, he might take you up on the sex offer you so readily gave out to me last night.” Your words did the exact thing they intended, she blanched.

Her hands fell from her sides, one came up to cradle her forehead. “I didn’t... did I? You’re screwing with me, right?”

“Pretty sure you were the one wanting to be screwed...” You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation and before coffee too.

She walked over to your bed. “I’m sorry I di- I’m sorry.”

The fact that she stopped herself from retracting the statement had you perplexed, and you rolled over onto your side. Thankfully you had the sheet pulled up over your waist because her hand came out and rested on your hip.

“Thank you for being my saviour.” Her thumb rubbed circles over the sheet.

“Always, now is sex still on the table or is that just a drunk Emily thing?” You got a shove for that and you both laughed. “Drunk Emily. Got it.” Two could play at the teasing game.

She shook her head and walked back over to her bed. “You’re something else.” Her back was to you so she could hide the massive blush all over her face. “Might rest up a bit before showing my face at breakfast.”

“It’s only early, go back to sleep. I’ll wake you before breakfast is over.”

You set your alarm to wake you both up later, thankfully, because you drifted back into your dreams. Dreams where Emily made good on her drunken wishes. The beeping woke you up before it got really good, and you groaned.

An amused Emily was perched on her elbow looking at you. “Good dream?”

Her amused smirk gave away that she’d woken up before the alarm and heard you in your sleep. The blush started to heat up your cheeks. “Might’ve been.” You sheepishly looked away from her daring gaze and hopped out of bed. “Breakfast time.”

“Oh, I took the liberty of ordering us room service, I hope you don’t mind.”

You just shrugged, yawning as you walked to the bathroom and away from her inquisitive gaze.

“Got time for a quickie if you get back in bed.”

You almost walked into the bathroom door at her words.

She must’ve heard the oomph sound because you could hear her laugh before she clarified. “A quick nap.”

“Yeah sure, that’s what you meant.” Sexually frustrated you was beginning to show, “You had your chance.” You said as you turned on the tap and splashed your face, trying to wake up quicker.

There was shuffling from the room. “Was thinking after breakfast we could go down to the pool. Morgan texted and said him and JJ were hitting the bar later –“

“No bar!”

She chuckled, “Oh there will be bar but no tequila, I think I’ve finally learnt my lesson with that one.” She watched you as you padded around the room, looking anywhere but at her. The fact that she’d woken up at the first alarm you’d set but quickly hit snooze and stayed awake to hear you moan her name had her legs twitching. Plus, the memories from last night were flooding back, the look you gave her had her wishing she hadn’t been that intoxicated and followed through.

You grabbed your clothes for the day, opting to put your bikini on underneath to save time later. As you were getting changed and thinking of anything to get your mind of Emily in bed, the room service arrived. It smelt amazing. Emily was perched at the small table with two plates of everything you could want from the buffet.

“This looks amazing.”

“I’m hoping it’ll settle my raging hangover.” She chomped on a hashbrown.

Breakfast was spent in silence, both of you were too hungry to carry any further banter. Although you could feel her eyes on you. A text notification broke the silence and it was Penelope wondering where you two were. They were already pool side. Another text came through and it was of Morgan sipping a drink in the pool. If you were straight that would be a site to see but it did nothing for you.

“Guess I better slip into something for the pool.” She winked as she hopped up from the table.

You prayed she had her back turned before the blush tinged your face as your brain was going ballistic with images of Emily in a bikini although your brain didn’t need to imagine for too long.

A few minutes later she walked out of the bathroom in just a red bikini and the beach towel wrapped around her waist. Why was it always red?

“You coming?”

You realised you had been staring for far too long and she had a very amused smirk on her face. “Be right down.” You needed a moment to cool off but even that wouldn’t happen.

She was in the pool by the time you got down and sat beside Penelope. “I think I need a drink.” You grumbled to an amused Garcia. Your eyes hadn’t left Emily’s body as she ducked underwater.

“Morgan, get Y/N a strong drink!” She shouted from her seat over to Morgan at the bar. He just smirked in response and relayed your order to the bartender. “Best way to cure a hangover, keep drinking.”

Before you could get the relief of alcohol, Emily popped up at the pools edge. “Don’t make me get out and pull you in.”

Your brain went fuzzy before Penelope shoved your shoulder. “Go. She’ll make us both wet.”

You wanted to punch the cute blonde for that remark but thankfully Morgan handed you your drink before anyone could do anything.

“Don’t think I wont push you in with a drink in hand.”

“Come on, shes practically begging you. If only I got that sort of attention from-“

“Hey!” Garcia shoved Morgan.

“Sorry baby girl.” He grinned and kissed her forehead.

You took a long swig of your drink and stood up, unwrapping the towel from around your waist. It took all your will power to avoid Emily’s eyes as you walked up to the pool. You could feel her eyes on you as you walked around and found the steps.

Was it to delay the process and for her to check you out? Absolutely.

You had no idea where this confidence was coming from but you held onto it, diving under the water and going up the opposite end to where she was.

“She’s playing dirty. I knew I liked her.” Morgan chuckled and got a raised eyebrow from Emily. “Oh, she’s all yours. I know better.” He smirked, watching Emily swim towards you. “This could be trouble."

Pen just grinned. “They deserve each other.”

They laughed and continued to not so subtly watch this play out. “I’m so glad we got the weekend off.” Derek smirked.

. . . . . . . . .

Let me know what you think, unsure how quickly updates will come. Most of it is written just needs to be edited. I dislike editing so comments and positivity will help ;)

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[monimccoythings]

Wedding Crashers Part 2

Wow this last few weeks have been absolutely insane. Got a job, had to swap cities, had to install a router, had to work a lot and came back tired but more or less satisfied, thank goodness I had this ready otherwise I would still be writing lol.

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As far as you expected a hostage situation to go, this wasn't entirely torture. Yeah, your 'chambers' were a tiny room that reeked of humidity and had a dirty mattress carelessly thrown into the ground with a worn out blanket; but it could be worse, right?

As Arlong himself had said, he was not going to maintain some human on his ship for free, so until your family and husband-to-be payed, you would have to earn your sustenance. Thankfully, your chores were basically all related to cleaning, cooking, and some maintenance jobs. However, you soon found how hard it was to do your tasks with a wedding dress, and in a couple of days there was barely anything left of the radiant and pristine white dress that you came with. You had decided to rip it knee length for better mobility, since the lowest part kept getting stuck in nails and getting dirty.

It was a bit awkward sharing a ship with a fishman crew that seemed to entirely hate your guts, but with time they started to tolerate your presence on the ship more and more. You even managed to befriend some of them and have some sort of cordial relationship with the others.

The only one that was a though nut to crack was Arlong. That fishman seemed to be impossible to read, there are times when he will be mocking you for not having received the impossibly high payment he had set; and then he suddenly would be curiously watching you accross the room, in deep thought. He terrified and confused you at the same time.

There was one memorable time you had been on top of a ladder, just trying to clean some dust when your feet had slipped. You could have cracked open your skull had not a pair of strong arms caught you. Arlong's.

"Careful, princess. I'm starting to think you are not worth what I asked for in exchange." His eyes were shining with barely contained fury, his pupils had turned into thin slits like a tiger. He unceremoniously dropped you on the hard wooden floor and stormed out of the room.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

Arlong knew that the price he had set for you was way too high. But what could he say? He liked money and power, and whoever called him out on it could suck his dick. However, what he didn't like was not being in control.

Your presence in that ship was supposed to be temporary, once the deal was fulflled he would let you go and hopefully never see you again. He hadn't intended for it to be that long. Seems like your family's greed surpassed even his own.

And thanks to that, you had slowly carved your way into the crew's hearts. Despite your human condition, many of them seemed to enjoy your company, some even considering you a friend.

And much to his shame, he couldn't say he was completely immune to you. He had to admit that for a human, you were kinda attractive. When he saw you for the first time in that dress, his first thought was that you looked like a princess from some fairytale Fishmen parents told their children.

It was not only your delicate appearence but also your dedication and care to the tasks you were assigned. Without complain, not even once. Just doing it even if it greatly hurt your pride. He had to confess that he had stood in the shadows quietly observing you way too many times.

Sometimes, when you made use of what little free time you had you just sat on a secluded place of the ship, just watching the flow of the waves in complete silence. due to the position you were sitting, the dress would occasionally rise up, revealing some tantalizing flesh constrained by a garter that he had fantasized many times of ripping off with his teeth. Those thoughts were ocassionaly met with fits of fury at his own weaknesses.

Like that time you fell off the ladder and nearly killed yourself. He told himself that the anger he was feeling was because he didn't want the goods damaged and not because you could have seriously hurt yourself. Why you were up there escaped him, you weren't even assigned to that room that day, how carelessly of you to put yourself in a stupidly dangerous situation.

Poseidon, help him. He needed you out of this ship before he went crazy.

#arlong #arlong x reader #one piece x reader

[sandwichfordinner]

Saw your requests where open so can I request Luca,Naib,Andrew,Norton,Demi,and Emma (separately) having a female s/o who is protective and loving towards Memory(the little girl) becoming a mother figure to the little girl

I don’t know if you meant romantically or platonically… I guess you meant romantically

had to remove norton cause it was too much characters for me

Luca , Naib , Andrew , Demi and Emma with a FEM!! s/o who acts like a mother figure towards Memory

Luca

His heart melts when he sees you taking care of the others.

Especially children.

He can only imagine , when you both get married and have your own kid you will be taking such a good care as you did with Memory. But who knows when will this happen.

He sometimes joins you from time to time to keep you and Memory company.

He even shows Memory how his machines work. (She tries to act like it’s interesting to her)

He has only 1 toy made from him and it’s a jumping little frog with a controller. She really liked it though , and when Luca showed her how it works she started jumping up and down excitedly and giggling , which made Luca chuckle.

And Luca gave it to her as a gift.

Naib

He’s not found with kids.

Not even a big fan of them.

But seeing you taking care of her makes him smile , but when you both make an eye contact he immediately looks the other way with a blank face.

,,Naib , darling? Is there something wrong?’’

,,It’s nothing.’’

,,Hm. Hey Memory let’s keep mister Naib some company?’’

,,But mister Naib is a little bit scary…’’ she pulled your pants/dress.

,,Don’t worry! At first he seems grumpy and scary but if you talk and play with him he will like you!’’

,,Hmmm okay!’’

As you went where he was sitting , you gave him a surprise kiss , but he didn’t flinch because he heard your steps.

,,Naib! Mind if we stay with you?’’ You smiled at him.

He sighed. ,,Sure , I don’t.’’

,,Mister Naib , want to play princess and prince with me?? Here I have my Orphy doll but pretend that he is the prince and I will have this doll with the dress!’’ She placed her doll on his hands.

,,Oh I umm.. what am I supposed to do?..’’

,,You have to say something romantically to the princess, if he doesn’t they won’t get married!’’

,,Oh geez, alright..’’

You chuckled, seeing them play dolls together was a cute sign.

Andrew

He loves you so much, such an angel taking care for a little child.

He really likes seeing you being the mother figure.

Such kindness showing to the little kid.

He can’t say anything about kids. He doesn’t like the loud , bratty and disrespectful kids. He likes the respectful , calm and kind kids (not romantically).

,,Hey Memory?’’

,,Yea?’’

You picked a flower and handed it to Memory.

,,Give this to Andrew, say it’s from me and you.’’ You smiled at her.

She nodded happily and took the flower from your hand.

She went up to Andrew who was sitting on a bench - tired from all this work.

,,For.. me?’’ He said embarrassed.

,,Mhm! It’s from me and Y/N , they also said that they really love you and you are doing an amazing job!’’

His breath hitched and looked at you flustered. You waved at him and giggled. He quickly looked away blushing furiously.

,,I uhm.. she really.. said that??’’

Memory nodded.

,,Yes! But now I have to go to take care of my doll , bye mister Andrew!’’ She hugged his leg and went off.

,,So?’’ ,,His face is red! I don’t really know why , maybe it’s because I said that you love him and he was doing such a great jo-‘’

,,Wait wait Memory? You said what??!’’ You said flustered.

,,Oh! So that’s why his face was red! Yours too now!’’

Suddenly someone spoke.

,,Hey uh Y/N?..’’

It was Andrew.

,,Do you.. Really meant it?’’ He said quietly, avoiding eye contact.

With a blushed face you started stuttering.

,,W-well! I uhm , yes! Yes I do!’’ You finally confessed.

You both stayed silent , both of your faces red.

Memory was looking the both of you confused but later she spoke.

,,Kiss already!’’ She said annoyed and went off.

Both of your eyes widened and your faces got more redder.

…

…

,,I uhm.. Do you like me back..?’’ You said nervously. Geez that was awkward.

He started tearing up, remembering what Memory said to him when she handed him the flower.

,,Oh please don’t c-cry! Im sorry , I’m so sorry-‘’

,,N-no it’s not that…’’

You stopped panicking and looked at him confused.

,,It’s just.. I.. I don’t really remember someone praising me for doing such a good job lately.. I think it has been years..’’

He started to hiccup.

,,I’m s-sorry’’

You looked at him sadly.

,,Aw Andrew , it’s not a big deal. You’re a really hardworking person.’’

He flinched when you hugged him tightly.

,,….’’he was blushing and didn’t know what to say or do.

,,Yipee! You both love each other!’’ Memory said happily.

,,Memory!’’

Demi

Thinks you’re a total sweetheart

Loves spending time with the both of you

Since Demi wears lipstick, Memory wanted to try some too

After non stop begging to put some lipstick, Demi finally gave up and said ,,Fine , get your little butt here and choose a colour.’’

She chose the same one Demi wears

,,Okay Memory , stay still..’’ Demi said focused

,,YN YN!! Look!! I look pretty right???’’

,,Yeah you do…’’

Makes lemonade for Memory.

Or any kind non alcoholic drinks.

Memory likes mostly apple juice.

She thinks it’s the best drink that lives in this planet.

Memory is her little assistant and helps her making drinks.

,,Memory dont drink that..’’

,,Memory thats enough, wait I said that’s enough!’’

It’s a mess..

Emma

Honestly the both of you will make great mothers.

Emma is really careful with what she is doing with kids.

Okay I lied not really.

It’s ‘not really’ because sometimes she does dumb things, and forgets Memory is here.

Like that one time she was showing her how to make fire.

Dumb isn’t it?

And Annie just gave Memory a new toy to play with and went to the fire on accident. She tripped near to the fire when Emma went for some water.

The moment she was back she saw Memory , sobbing in front of the fire place where the doll burned.

She won’t forget that moment.

But sometimes they have really cute moments.

Like planting!

The little girl isn’t a big fan of making herself dirty, but the most interesting part for her is when a bee appears for pollen , or when a butterfly appears. She likes some insects. But she hates the spiders and other creepy insects.

When she sees a spider she screams for dear help.

Comes to you crying telling you to kill it.

,,Y/NNN!! T-there’s a spider at miss Woods garden! Please kill it !! It’s eating the little bugs! I just made home for them *sobs*’’

When you both got out to see the spider you can see Emma using a stick moving it somewhere.

,,Why didn’t you kill it?!’’ Memory said terrified.

,,Well I let the spider live because it’s like us! They eat too, they can’t starve to death, so they eat little insects to keep going.’’

,,B-but the spider ate my citizens!!’’

,,Don’t worry sweet pie. There will appear new ones pretty soon! There are a lot of insects around here.’’

She patted her head.

,,O-okay..’’

The three of you went to search for more to make her happy.

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[the-fluff-piece]

hi !! could you do 20 - sexy - smoker !! i love him and never see enough of him :,)

Hello Anon,

I have to agree, we never see enough of him! And he is trying so hard with letting his tits hang out and being grumpy.

I hope this story is close to what you meant - unless you meant that you meet your ex together with Smoker,(I realize some prompts are not clear) in which case you can just write another request, I have ideas for that, too!

I know I am taking forever for the Event but I swear I will write every single story 🤩 eventually.

This is part of the milestone Follower event

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I forgot I missed you

You're part of the Marine and serve in a different company than Smoker. Your relationship with him was short, bur surely memorable. Eventually, you ended it because he was so busy hunting the straw hat.

Now you're one big marine conference - and run into him!

Fuck, it's my ex - and he's smoking hot

Sometimes, a break up is the absolute logical thing to do - and you did it. You just couldn't remember why right at this moment. Smoker had you pinned underneath him on the couch of your hotel room, his mouth was greedily kissing your neck, sucking and licking at your skin as he moaned. His gloved hands were holding you, as if he could make you his again by keeping you in his arms. Doubt has taken you over as soon as his gaze fixated on you and demanded an answer.

You met again, the first time after the break up, on a marine conference on a beautiful island. Both you and him had to sit by the debates - and his eyes had devoured you the whole day.

When you went back to your room, he was behind you. You didn't mind, he would never hurt you, not even if he felt betrayed. You had hoped you could talk about everything, get some closure, but all he wanted to know was if you had a new guy. It had only taken a drink and Smoker's initiative to turn you into the panting puddle of goo that couldn't even remember her own name anymore.

There hasn't been anyone else - who could measure up to this man? Even now, looking down on his handsome face as his mouth was caressing your collarbone, you couldn't believe anyone could make you feel like this. His body was pressing down heavily on you and his deep grunts echoed in the small room.

"Why?" He asked again, propping himself up on one hand. Your mind could hardly process the question as he took your hand in his and began kissing it. "Missed you so much" He whispered into your palm. "It hurt so much" the obvious pain in his voice made you flinch and sucked you back into the moment.

"I missed you, too." You answered.

"Than why" his brown eyes looked at you, searching for a clue.

"I missed you all the time..." You told him, "even when we were a couple. You were always out, hunting. Always away. I never saw you. I was so tired of waiting." Your voice broke as you saw the shame in his eyes.

"I brought this over myself, didn't I." He conceded and kissed your forehead. "I just..I have my duties!" He tried to defended himself, knowing well that he hunted pirates with an obsession no one had ordered.

Enough talk, he would make this night count, somehow get you back.

"Just...one last time" He asked.

"One last time" You told him, knowing that both of you would never be satisfied. In that moment, you couldn't care less as he began to remind you again why you had agreed to a long distsnce, secret relstionship with a high-ranking officer. He was so controlled when he was the marine soldier Smoker, but when he was alone with you, he turned soft, hungry for your love and attention.

His longing was obvious in every touch and every word. It hurt you, too, that he'd be gone again, hunting pirates and saving the world, as soon as this conference was over.

The chaos of love, desire and longing turned to sadness the next morning when you watched him get ready for the day. It would be the last time you saw his muscular back as he got dressed, the last time to see him style his hair in the mirror. When he brushed his silver hair to the side he caught your gaze in the reflection and smiled at you.

"Don't look so upset" He told you kindly.

"Aren't you at least a bit sad? The conference ends today. Tonight we'll be on ships to opposite sides of the world." You answered, indeed upset at how relaxed he seemed. Did he overstate his feelings yesterday?

"Have faith" He said mysteriously as he threw on his jacket. He sat down next to you on the bed and removed his glove to touch your cheek with his fingertips and kiss you goodbye.

Faith in what? You wanted to ask him, but when he was this secretive from the beginning, he wouldn't talk.

You could barely hold yourself upright as you sat there, listening to the slow torture that was Kizaru's speech, fighting exhaustion. You barely slept. You could think of little else than how Smoker held you in his arms and told you he'd never let you go again.

Finally, after what felt like an endless day, the conference ended, everyone was flocking to their ships, ready to get home. You didn't even catch a glimpse of Smoker's white coat when all the officers made their way to their ships. Eventually, you also moved towards the docks were transport back to the east blue waited, when admiral Kizaru called you into his temporary Office.

He was a strange man who could supposedly kick with the speed of light - but talked like a snail on sleeping pills.

"Ah, Ms y/n, sit down, I have new orders for you. You are getting transfered" his mouth chewed out the words as if he had to think about every one of them very carefully.

"Sir?" You asked, confused. Why a transfer?

"Dear Ms, I am not sure what you did...." He sucked in air ridiculously slowly "but it was requested that you join..." He paused like a moderator reading the winner from a card, "the grand line's G-5." He ended and folded his hands.

"You're to report at dock 12 in 30 minutes. Dismissed." He turned back to his paperwork, signalling that you are to leave now.

Saluting, you left the room. The stress of having to talk to one of those admirals and on top to one who's speech pattern can only be described as nerve wrecking was driving your blood pressure up, making your ears ring.

You're getting transferred...to G-5?

As ordered, you sought out dock 12, where a ship of ragged looking men was waiting. They were wearing their uniforms far away from any regulation you knew and were infamous for their cruelty and bad behavior. It was strange to see a pink coat among them - Captain Tashigi was trying, and failing, to get them to load the ship according to standard procedure.

"No, not there! Don't throw that!" Her meek voice could not be heard among the general chatter and you only understood her as you got closer.

"Captain?" You made your presence known.

"Ah! Y/n!" She blushed and lost her composure entirely. She didn't work well with the knowledge about your connection to her direct superior and mentor.

"You uhm you came to see Smoker?" She asked, looking everywhere but in your eyes.

"Not exactly..." You tell as you hand her the slip with your new orders.

Her eyes went wide.

"Ah, our newest addition!" Smoker's booming voice could be heard clearly through the cacophony of screaming soldiers.

"Y/n will support our efforts with her skills" He informed an absolutely dysfunctional Tashigi.

"I trust that we will work well together" He announced in the most official tone - that was only betrayed by his wide, happy grin. A sight his men probably didn't see often, a few creates fell as they stared and tried to make sense of it all.

"Get back to work you lazy idiots!" He bellowed, immediately getting them under control.

"Let's get to marine base G-5, your new home" He said and and turned around, leading you up the ramp to the deck.

So I hope you liked it!

I am always happy about comments and likes and reblogs, they keep me motivated

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[colderdrafts]

4: Hunkering down

Underground visitor, gn reader x monster (male drider). Sfw. Previous Next

The storm rages for three days.

Three days pass like this, generally using each other's company to pass the time while waiting for the storm to subside. Dren has showed you a way to keep track by climbing up a tunnel just outside the sleeping room. It rests just under the boulders in the rocky formation you saw the first day, and the spaces between the heavy rocks provides a small window to the outside. It's a bit claustrophobic staring out from under the ground, but the unmistakable sound of howling wind, snapping tree branches and heavy rain tells of how brutal it still is outside.

So Dren shows you different areas inside the tunnel system. One tunnel leads through a crack in a rocky formation and opens into a cave full of odd blue crystals that glint pleasantly in the light of the lantern.

One leads into another underground stream that ends in a small beautiful lake, gentle sounds of water dripping in from somewhere deeper in the rocky formations.

Another, closer to the living room, Dren tells you, appears to be a small library with books neatly sorted on 'shelves' - outcroppings in the dirt walls. He spends some time during your walks lighting up tunnels between the rooms you most likely will frequent, so that you can find your way to them.

You spend some time in the library, but you find, to your disappointment, you can't read any of the tomes in there - the lettering is foreign to you. Lucky for you, Dren is more than willing to teach you should you decide to learn.

Dren tells you about his life here, and his habits of hunting and setting traps, apparently self-taught. He explains that drider offspring tend to leave the nest pretty quickly after the first few ‘molts’, lest siblings get tired of each other and go on the attack. He still fidgets whenever he’s sitting still, and when you ask him about it he merely shrugs, mumbling something of how keeping his hands busy is grounding.

He also talks about his offspring, all ‘broods’, and how he has taken care of them. Apparently, eggs are laid late summer, and they do their first molt sometime come spring. He fiercely guards them until then. He doesn’t tell you where they are in the system, and you don’t ask.

He tells you of other ‘common-folk’, inhabitants of this world that come in all shapes and sizes, furry, scaly, big and small – monsters, is what you’d call what he describes, though here they’re as regular as you are back in your own world.

He tells you of magic; difficult to control and unpredictable, something not to be trifled with. Only a very select few tap into its power, often with dire consequences. He surmises it may have somehow caused you being here, though he has no idea how.

On the second night you wake with a start after a nightmare - darkness had pulled you into an abyss in which you couldn't breathe, claws gripping at your skin, pressure like being pulled into the deep sea. After awakening, the momentary confusion of the pitch blackness nearly made you panic, until Dren, resting in the hole above you, had called out and asked if you were alright. You could hear him climbing down the wall to sit in front of you, gently talking to you until you had calmed down.

His presence and reassurances had an immediate soothing effect on you that you can't really explain. For some reason, his company right then put you at ease, with no trouble going back to sleep whatsoever.

The morning after that you had sat in comfortable silence during breakfast, content to just be where you are – and judging from the warm expression on his face, Dren is just as content having you there.

You’re not sure how it happened so fast you’ve grown accustomed to looking at him, considering how foreign this all is to you. But it doesn’t phase you when his lower body moves on it’s own accord, or when it quietly chitters, or when he simply climbs the walls to get from one point to another. You’ve gotten used to the feeling of stray strings of web sometimes caressing your face, or stuck to your clothes. At one point you’ve had a full conversation with Dren hanging upside down on the ceiling high above, refueling a lantern, whilst just sitting at the stream at the edge of the water. You've almost forgotten how all of this is supposed to be foreign and odd to you.

On the third day you're on your way back to the living room after having collected some water from the stream – a part of the daily routine here, you’ve learned. This trip is easier, though by now you’ve had a taste of how mind-boggling huge this cave really is.

You try and ask Dren how he navigates, but he tells you he genuinely can’t give you a straight answer. He just ‘knows’.

“But rest assured, if you’re ever lost and need help, just run your fingers through the spaces between the patterns. I’ll come find you,” he says, adjusting the waterskin that's dangling from his shoulder.

He tries to be reassuring, but you must admit it’s a bit disappointing there’s not some trick to help you tell which way to go.

Or, there is, but he doesn't want to share with the class. Maybe it’s a lie, maybe it’s a spider thing. Who knows.

While it's been a surprisingly pleasant few days, all things considered, some part of your more logical brain still questions your situation. For one, staying in pure darkness for this long is taking a toll on you. The artificial lights of the lantern does not do wonders for you, and you miss a gust of fresh air. It’s somewhat stuffy down here, and you have a feeling your circadian rhythm isn’t having fun without sunlight to guide it.

While you are comfortable in Dren's company, there’s still small thread of distrust running through your body, given his more grim actions in life, and his cursory attitude towards it. On top of this, he still hasn’t shown you a way to leave the cave, should you want to.

Not that you have asked, as you fear the response.

But you checked this morning, and know for a fact the storm has finally passed, and you're pretty sure he knows it too – though none of you have mentioned it yet. And once again your logical minds reminds you you’ll have to go back out there eventually if you want to figure out a way home.

Dren’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“If you ever want to go somewhere, just ask,” he smiles, and turns to continue the walk.

“Could you show me back outside?” you ask him directly.

He stops and looks back at you. Your grip on the lantern tightens just a little bit.

It’s a confrontation you’ve been avoiding for a while now.

Since he just now promised to show you the way, this could be a time to try and hold him to that. The response to this is also a determining factor in what the situation here truly is. Are you a guest, or something else?

“Yes,” Dren says easily, dropping the waterskin and turning fully around to go in the opposite direction. “This way.”

Oh.

Well, that was easier than you had feared. You feel your chest deflate just a little bit as you fall into step next to him.

"The sun should be up now anyway," Dren says, glancing at you. You can’t tell if he’s noticed your tension earlier, but if he did, he doesn't mention it. "I'd understand if you miss the daylight."

You nod. "Yeah. Don't get me wrong, it's cozy down here, but I kinda need some fresh air."

"Cozy," Dren repeats with a chuckle. "I'm glad you think so."

It's a long trek back toward the outside, but, as promised, soon enough you spot the opening with sunshine rushing in from outside and a pleasant gust of fresh air caresses your skin.

You try not to think too hard on the immense relief associated with the feeling.

You turn off the lantern and carefully set it aside at the entrance, and step out into the light. The pleasant warmth quickly spreads over your skin, contrasting the cool autumn air. You close your eyes and lean your face toward the sun to better soak in it. You breathe in deeply, realizing how stale things had been down in the dark.

You hear footsteps and glance toward the cave opening where Dren is standing in the shade, observing you with a soft expression, mouth curled into a gentle smile.

"What?" you prod, somewhat flustered from being stared at.

"You definitely needed that," he chuckles, and steps out of the dark, momentarily shielding his eyes from the blaring sun and stepping in place. "Ugh. I definitely do not."

You snort. "You're already adjusting."

"Seems so."

He looks different in the daylight. More detailed, somehow. He has several scars running down the side of his abdomen and side of his torso that are a lot more noticeable now. Third leg on his right side is the tiniest bit shorter than the others. The black carapace of his lower body seems to almost absorb the light that hits it. When he finally removes his hands from his face, you notice a few stray freckles on the pale skin.

"Storm really did a number on this place," Dren notes, avoiding your gaze by glancing around the forest area.

Most noticeable are several trees that have fallen, and are laying haphazardly around. Broken branches and fallen leaves litter the muddied ground, and while the sun is doing its part, everything is still quite wet. While the storm has passed, the clear signs of its destructive journey remains.

"I'm grateful I didn't have to stay out here while all of that was going on," you say, nodding at the cave. “Thank you.”

"Of course," Dren says.

Silence hangs in the air for a bit. You hadn't thought too far ahead with what you wanted to do after finding your way back outside. It feels like this is a natural place to say goodbye and continue your journey in figuring out where you are and how to get back - yet you find yourself at an impasse, as that means leaving behind your only known source of shelter in this strange new world.

You're foreign here. You don't know the rules, or anything of what you could possibly meet. You have no resources, and you're apparently 'rare', guaranteed to raise suspicion and/or attract attention.

On the other hand, you'll never find your way back home if you hide in a cave all day.

"Since the storm has finally passed us by," Dren says, as if sensing your thoughts. He pauses. "I'm assuming you want to find a way back to your own world?"

You nod, and sigh. "I should, but I don't even know where to start. This is all so new."

Dren frowns. "I am.. hesitant, to let you venture out on your own," he starts, but then shakes his head. "No, I am vehemently against it. Unfortunately, the solutions to your predicament most likely lies elsewhere. I'd go with you, but-"

"Your children," you finish for him. "I completely understand. I would never ask you anything that would put them in harms way."

He smiles sadly. "I know."

There's sort of an awkward pause where you both think about what to do.

Dren's the first to speak up again. "I'm not an expert in magic at all, but if it's magic that got you here, magic should be able to show you the way back. There may be resources to find somewhere. You could go ask around the marketplace as a start. Someone who knows better than I may have some answers."

"It's worth a shot," you agree, though the thought of venturing unprepared into foreign territory and interact with a bunch of people you know nothing off sends a spike of anxiety through your body. You steel yourself. "Is there anything I should avoid doing? I don't want to attract too much attention to myself."

Dren sighs. "You will attract attention no matter how you conduct yourself, I'm afraid." He grits his teeth, his hands fidgeting. "Don't let anyone know you're a sentry acting alone, though. That's a recipe for disaster." He looks at you intently. "Don't just avoid answering questions. I want you to lie."

The sudden seriousness of his tone catches you a bit off guard. What could you meet out there that makes him so anxious to see you go? It must be important, so you nod mutely. "Anything else?"

"You won't get answers for free. You'll need something to trade. If you don't want to barter for value, offer something for the same thing."

You give him an odd look. "Offer a what for a what now?"

"Something for the same thing. It's a simple rule. You gain something for trading in the same thing in turn. You want a book, you give them one in turn. You want a piece of fruit, you hand them another. You get to ask a question - but so do they," he warns. "Be careful when trading knowledge. You don't want the wrong person to know the wrong thing about you."

"Duly noted," you mutter.

Half an hour later you're somewhat ready to head out toward the marketplace. Dren has managed to scrounge up an old satchel, containing your now dry home-clothes, a flask of cave-water and a small knife. He has also provided you with a black cloak to keep warm, as your jacket might be a tad too obvious.

You're back at the entrance to the cave in the noon sunlight, and Dren paces nervously as he watches you prepare to leave, his lower body chittering with anxious energy. You look him over.

"Buddy, you're making me nervous with all that fiddling," you comment, pulling the satchel over your shoulder.

Dren huffs, and tries and fails to stay still. It's like his lower body has a mind of its own. "I'll try to get a hold of myself. Apologies."

"You're really a worry-wart, aren't you?"

You grin, but it's mostly to convince yourself there's nothing to be worried about. You're just going to go do a little shopping. No biggie.

"You have no idea," Dren mutters. "Do you remember the path I told you?"

"Yep. All memorized."

"Good."

Another moment of silence. You reach you hand out to him to shake. "Well, uh. Thanks for everything. I don't think I'd still be around hadn't you stepped in."

He leans down a bit and carefully clasps your wrist, mindful not to prickle your skin with his claws. You had expected a handshake, but you suppose this is customary here, so you quickly adjust and grab his wrist in turn. There's something prickling under your skin at the contact, a very faint but pleasant warmth in his palm that gently travels up your arm. It almost makes you want to step closer.

"You're most welcome. I hope I made up for my poor behavior when we first met," Dren jests, and releases you, taking the sensation with him.

"Water under the bridge," you say, shaking off the feeling.

He smiles, but it doesn't really reach his eyes. "Please be careful out there."

“I will.”

You go to turn away, but stop yourself. Why is it difficult to just walk away? You don't owe each other anything, yet something in you doesn't want to leave it like this. You glance back at him somewhat awkwardly.

“Dren, if this turns out to be a goose chase and I don’t find anything – is it okay if I return-”

“YES,” he practically yells, and laughs heartily.

His outburst finally pops whatever awkward bubble you’ve found yourselves in, and you immediately laugh with him.

Dren covers his face with his hands and utters a frustrated groan. He stares at you through his fingers. “Of course you can! Blue moons, you set this up like a tearful goodbye forever!”

“I did?!” you protest. “You’re prepping me like I’m going into a battlefield I’ll never return from! How should I know?”

Dren spends a few seconds collecting himself, as his laugh settles into a wistful smile. “Well. It never hurts to be prepared,” he says, though his eyes turn a little dim. “And – it’s not too far off, is it?”

You breathe out. You suppose it isn’t. If you do indeed find an immediate solution or need to move on to somewhere else quickly to get back home, this might be the last time you see him. Ever.

You don’t know why that makes your chest feel a little heavy.

You smile at him, contend to know you have at least somewhere to return to, and turn to walk away. “I’ll see you around, Dren.”

“Don’t make those kinds of promises. I might just hold you to them,” he says.

With that, you finally set out on the path through post-storm destruction, mindful not to trip over anything or slip in the mud. The further you walk the unfamiliar path through the forest, the more the strange heaviness settles in your chest. Go back. It’s not safe out here.

Why is this so difficult?

The autumn air is crisp, the sun is in your back, and you're absolutely terrified.

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