#but i had to pack em all in this clear bag

[mymp3]

Miku Expo time!! Packed the minnuis

#kind of hard to see them #but i had to pack em all in this clear bag #I'll update y'all!!! gonna go have fun now!

[shotmrmiller]

simon's many things. a retired fighter, for one. he hung his mma gloves a few of years ago with the excuse of getting older. he still sticks around, though— sitting in the front, so close to the hexagonal cage that his knees can touch the steel, occasionally gesturing price over to hand him a crinkled wad of cash.

gambling's illegal, you know.

thought you were a medic not a cop, pet.

a veterinarian.

good thing we're all dogs here, then.

he's also a bit unhinged, or so price says. you had pressed your tongue against the back of your teeth to keep from asking him if the hits simon's taken to the side of the head knocked a few things loose or if he was simply born that way. you'd be thoroughly unsurprised by the latter.

seen 'em take a man out with one ferocious hit— dislocated his jaw and retired him all in one second— all over cigarettes.

what, did they guy like steal them or something?

no. the prize for the winner of their fight was that pack of smokes.

incredible. (that's insane.)

he's also unrepentantly forward and a bit of a pervert, to boot. no explanation is needed.

lemme take ya out, love—

don't call me that.

and wear a pretty dress with heels. bet you'd look real good in—

stop talking, simon.

and now, you're about to find out that he's also, apparently, magnanimous.

a friday night's hustle and bustle has come and gone, as has the crowd that was in there earlier to watch a fight. the air smells of cheap alcohol and even cheaper cologne. the lighting inside is dim, casting a dull, almost sickly glow over wooden stands and the bloodied arena. the floor, once dry concrete, was now mud-slicked; drinks, urine, and spilled blood staining the surface. betting slips stick to your sneakers as you walk. (trudge, more like.)

with your worn medical supply bag around your shoulder, you tiredly head towards price's office whose metal door is being held open by an old barstool, and gently rap your knuckles on the frame. "i'm leaving, john."

he looks up at you, soft blue eyes crinkling over his glasses as he smiles. "sounds good, love. see ya later. want me to walk you out?"

always the gentleman. "no, i'm alright. i'm sure simon's out there waiting for me any—"

the metal entrance door slams open then, causing you to jump at the startling noise. you whip your head around and a resigned groan escapes your lips. it's simon and he's got bruised company. very bruised.

there's never any rest for the wicked.

"who's that?" john calls from behind you. "he lost?"

the guy whose arm is slung around simon's shoulders looks relatively young. thick, straight eyebrows, a swollen broken nose, and thin blood-crusted lips. the last time you saw a mohawk on someone, it'd been in the early 00s.

"somewhat but it's a good thing i found 'em," simon grunts. his eyes flash over to you. "can ya patch him up f'me, love? i'll go on tha' date you've been beggin' me for."

you ignore simon as you approach them both and tip the guy's head up with your fingers under his chin. searching in your front pocket, you tell him to look at you. "open your eyes as best you can, alright?"

his eyes are like sparkling blue gems— bright like the sky on a clear summer's day. he winces at the blinding white light emitting from the flashlight. "tha' necessary, lass? ah'm not seein' double, if tha's what ye lookin' fer."

he gives a pained grunt before simon tells him to stand still. "my girl here's the medic and what she says goes. clear?"

"crystal, sir." purple bruises are blooming like dark flowers around his left eye and right cheekbone, and the blood that oozed from his split lip long coagulated. his nose, however, continues to languidly drip crimson.

"not the worst break i've seen," you mutter.

the pair shuffle behind you quietly as you head toward the dedicated medical room. the sharp, clinical scent of antiseptic wafts through the air as the door swings open.

"sit, please," you gesture to the well-worn chair in the corner.

black latex gloves squeak in protest as you slide them on. "wanna tell me what's going on, simon? i'm not gonna fix the nose of a wanted murderer, am i?"

simon chuckles under his breath. "no. unlucky bloke chose to mug the wrong person. johnny here is real good at fightin', though, for someone with no real proper trainin'. figured i could give him a way to earn his money instead of stealin' it off of hard-workin' folk."

you hum and press your thumbs as gently as you can where the nasal fracture is. johnny hisses sharply and grips your wrist tightly. "easy. i barely touched it." you quickly tap the back of his hand with your knuckles. "let go, please. last thing i need is you tensing and breaking my arm."

he slackens his fingers and sits on both of his hands. "sorry, lass. ah'd never hurt a bonnie lass like ye. say, how'd ye even end up in the bowels of the city?"

his talking re-opened the cut on his upper lip, blood streaking his teeth pink. "i'm a charity case, just like you, i reckon."

johnny means to continue the conversation, but you take advantage of his distracted mind and push to the left, the sickening crunch of cartilage follows the adjustment. he curls in on himself and lets out a guttural noise that bounces off the white walls. "i'd be sorry but..." you trail off with a casual shrug.

pulling a clean rag from a basket nearby, you order johnny to sit up straight. "look up for me." he leans his head back, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "hold this there," he squeezes his eyes shut when you firmly press the rag under his nose, "you'll stop bleeding soon enough."

you swivel on your stool, turning your attention to simon who's been silently watching you work by the door. "any injuries on you?"

he pulls his balaclava up, revealing a blonde stubble and scarred lips. "i got an injury right," he points at his mouth, "here tha' you can kiss—"

"stop talking, simon."

johnny's laughter emerges from behind the crimson-stained cloth.

--

this is the first time you've ever seen simon in the ring.

simon, even while 'retired', fights with a viciousness that borders on primal. his snarl— a ravenous wolf's— bare crooked teeth that hunger for victory, for dominance.

even when he's merely teaching johnny how to survive in this subterranean battleground.

"there's no room for mercy, soap!" he bellows. his eyes are sharp as blades, holding an edge of madness. he charges forward with fists like sledgehammers, delivering blow after punishing blow; johnny's body paying the price for his mistakes.

pain is the currency in that pit of despair, laswell had once said.

simon is a beast in human skin, ferocity incarnate...and you don't remember the last time you were this aroused by such a brute display. if this is what he looks like now, after years of being the spectator and not the spectacle, you can only imagine him in the zenith of his strength, his power.

heat licks up your cheeks at the mere thought.

he looks like he was born and bred to fight. his crib must've been the stained mat he's dancing on, his lullabies the sound of fists making contact, forcing flesh to yield. his broad back bears the weight of history— jagged flesh that stretches taut with each swing.

"fight smart! rules dissolve once tha' bell tolls, mate. many come here for glory, others come for an escape but some--" simon ducks the undisciplined punch johnny throws and gives him a ruthless jab to the ribs once then another to the side of his cut jaw.

johnny falls like a tree that's been cut at the trunk, the sound his body makes on impact with the canvas echoing in the empty basement. his breathing comes in ragged bursts, sweat and trickles of blood mingling on his face. simon kneels next to him, grunting as he goes down. "some are only here for their next meal and those are the most dangerous."

he is in his element, all bruised flesh and bloodied nose.

oh no. johnny's nose is bleeding too. "simon!" his head snaps to you when you scream, eyes wide and unfettered. "i just fixed his nose, you dolt!" his expression softens then— furrowed brows and taut lips relax.

"he'll be alrigh'. even my nose whistles when i breathe," he remarks.

simpleton. nothing but fighting and gambling in that big head of his. "that doesn't mean that it's okay to break bones i mended a few days ago." you keep your eyes fixed on johnny, ignoring the way the heat that's radiating from simon's sweat-slick body seeps into your chilled skin. "why he call you soap, anyway? good at cleaning dishes?"

he slurs a little, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. "'cuz ah'm a shlippery bashtard."

you bite on your tongue, hoping that his slurring is because he's still mildly dazed from the punch and not something worse.

"wha' about me, love? i've got a beaten face too, y'know." you look at him then, narrowing your eyes as you take his bare face in. the bridge of his nose is pretty swollen, and you can see the onset of bruising already happening. it's also freely dribbling blood.

"shit, let me go get my medbag."

he hooks his fingers around the loops of your jeans, keeping you in place. "'fraid of a little blood, are ya? i think you'd look real good with me on you."

a jolt of arousal shoots up your spine unbidden, blooming desire, focus wavering. your breath catches and pupils dilate as they lock with his rich, brown ones.

"oi, get a room, aye?" johnny's hoarse voice snaps you back to the present, your thunderous heartbeat ebbing away like a tide from shore.

"whenever you want, sweetheart," simon purred. the lump lodged in your throat makes it hard to respond. "get the bag 'fore i bleed out. price will have my head if i drop dead on his mat."

you blink and scramble away on shaky legs and weak knees.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader

[sttoru]

I was listening to 7 rings earlier and saw that post and my head immediately went to older bf suguru or satoru 😋

why not both hehe

tags; older bf!satoru/suguru x female reader (seperately). age gap (reader early 20’s, them early 30’s). suggestive. cult leader suguru yum. reader is depicted as innocent. nicknames ‘princess, sweetheart’.

GOJO SATORU

“satoru, are you. . sure? i mean it’s a lot of money and stuff,” you pout at your lover as he sits down on the comfortable chair in front of the fitting rooms. you’ve tried out a couple things by now—all which satoru has approved of. he recommends you to buy them all, but you’d feel guilty for agreeing. it’ll cost him a fortune.

satoru chuckles and leans back, manspreading with his hands limply resting on his thighs. he looks you up and down without an ounce of shame, “mhm. i’m completely serious when i’m telling ya to get ‘em all, princess.”

your shopping bags are piling up more and more. satoru bought you all the things you said you liked. or if he thinks a piece of clothing suits you nicely, he takes the initiative to buy it. the older man doesn’t look twice when handing the employee his black card.

“c’mere,” satoru gestures for you to come closer once the employee leaves to pack your purchases. he pulls you onto his lap the moment you’re close enough.

his hands run up and down your curves—feeling up the material of the dress you’re currently wearing. the sorcerer cannot wait until you’re home with him. he’ll have you give him a special fashion show with all the pretty lingerie he bought you.

satoru grins at the thought. your little squirms and whines of being ‘too sensitive’ makes him want to tease you even more. he doesn’t care if he’s in public or if anyone sees you; you’re all he focuses on.

“i jus’ wanna spoil my sweet girl—take care of her like she deserves,” the white-haired sorcerer whispers. a lingering kiss on your shoulder makes your breath hitch. he chuckles at your adorable reaction.

satoru holds you down on his thighs, hands firmly placed on your waist whilst he leaves kisses on your exposed skin. he’s got all the money and time in the world—all which he’s spending on his lovely girl.

“everything is yours. tell me what you want and i’ll buy it for you, baby. there’s no limit, ‘kay?”

GETO SUGURU

gentle fingers play with the strands of your hair. you lean into the touch, not really caring that people are staring right at you and your lover.

“your hair looks gorgeous like this, sweetheart,” suguru smiles sweetly. his legs are trapping you against him. your back and his chest touch—your head leaning on his shoulder. he’s completely got you under his spell with the way he’s holding you.

suguru had given you his card earlier and told you to spend it however you see fit. he would have gone shopping with you, though he unfortunately has to help a couple people who swear that they’re cursed.

he was still busy when you returned from your little trip. you didn’t want to bother him when he was working, but suguru excitedly invited you into the room once he spotted you. he wasted no time settling you on his lap and asking you all about your recent purchases.

“s-sir, could you please respond?” the shaky voice of a man snaps you out of your bubble. your gaze moves towards the poor citizen who’s groveling before suguru, the clear presence of a curse gnawing at his back.

suguru’s sweet attitude drops the moment that lowlife interrupted his time with you. his eyes darken and his grip on your hand tightens, showing just how much he’s holding back from murdering that man in cold blood.

he doesn’t want to scare you—no, he’d never kill someone in front of your eyes. he doesn’t want to taint your innocence like that.

“silence,” suguru’s sharp voice causes the man to shriek before he quiets down. a second passes before you feel your lover’s hand on your jaw, guiding your face back to his. the tender look in his eyes and the soft smile on his lips instantly returns.

suguru’s other hand slowly traces the diamond necklace around your neck, “where were we again. . . ah, yes—tell me what else you got, darling. i want to hear it all.”

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x you #gojo x you #geto x you #jjk fluff

[mydearzero]

Come As You Are | J.M. x Reader

PART 2 TO GUN SHOW

MASTERLIST

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You and Joel have a run in with a Clicker and he's not amused by the way you handled the situation. Your dad doesn't know what happened, but forces you to fix things between you and Joel. He might just have to teach you a lesson, you'll have to show him you're as tough you think you are.

Warnings: dadbsf!Joel, fem!Reader, age gap, smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), NO Y/N, cockwarming, praise kink, degradation, dacryphilia, rough sex, creampie, choking, talk about contraceptives, angry & mean Joel - If I missed any warnings please tell me!

4.8K words

The pharmacy's windows were broken years ago. Moss had begun growing over the shards of glass left in the frame. Your mind flashed back to the early days after the breakout. The shared panic felt throughout the entirety of society strangely brought everybody together, and goods and supplies were distributed equally, to an extent. Only in the beginning, though.

Either way, it meant there wasn't much left on the shelves as Joel and you made your way inside the building. Joel took the lead, gun loaded and pointed, but his finger was not on the trigger. When everything seemed to be in the clear, Joel walked in without sparing you a second glance. You knew to follow him at all times, but his silence spoke a thousand words.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected. Joel hadn’t spoken to you, not since last night. Hushed tones exchanged with your father upon his return were the only glimpses you could catch of his voice. You came to a silent, mutual agreement to go into a nearby pharmacy to get the needed supplies the morning after.

You scoped out the pharmacy, looking for anything that could prove itself useful while you were there anyways. Pregnancy tests might be on that list, you realized, stuffing more than you could need in your bag. Wouldn't hurt to take a couple when you got back to the house, just to be sure. You also took two cans of deodorant discarded behind a fallen rack. 

After finally finding the product you'd come for, the stupid Plan B, you took two pills and swallowed them dry. You stuffed the remaining pack in your bag, turning to Joel to suggest leaving. 

His eyes darted over to you quickly at your sudden movement. You raised your hands in defence and gave a tight smile, lips pressed together awkwardly. 

"You find 'em?"

Those were the first words Joel spoke to you, finally acknowledging your presence. You nodded and let him know you'd already taken two, for good measure. He nodded and walked down another aisle, presumably looking for left-over medical supplies. 

You did the same, walking in the opposite direction of where Joel had gone. You scanned the shelves, where nothing much but dust remained. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a neglected box of condoms. You scoffed inwardly. Could've used those a day earlier. Should've taken them last time you were here. 

You looked around for Joel, seeing the back of his head stick out a couple of isles over. When you were confident he wasn't looking, you slowly put your bag on the floor and sank to your knees, condoms in hand. You reached for the zipper and tried opening it quietly so as not to alert Joel. You put the condoms next to the tests and reached to close your bag. Just as you were about to zip it, you heard a different, rattling noise in the distance. 

"Did you hear that?" You asked as your head whipped to look at the origin of the noise. It must've come from outside. Your hand was still on the zipper, ears straining to try and catch what you'd heard. You realized your mistake the second the words left your mouth. You might've grown slightly paranoid in the last few years, but there was no denying you recognized that sound. 

A Clicker. 

You zipped your bag as silently as you could and put it around your shoulders, getting yourself off the floor with the support of the shelf. Your eyes immediately met Joel's, who already had a finger to his lips, eyes warning. 

Shut up and stay there. 

Adrenaline coursed through your veins. Every fibre of your body yelled at you to run. Your feet were rooted to the floor, eyes glued on Joel. You watched as he inched forward, trying to get a look at where the Clicker was. When he didn't see it, he beckoned you over. 

You watched the floor for any obstacles that would alert the Clicker of your presence when you crept over to Joel. You knew if it heard you, even for a millisecond, it wouldn't stop searching until it found and killed you. Joel watched as you approached him painstakingly slowly. He pointed in the distance, and you followed his finger, seeing the stray Clicker near a few stores down the street. 

Joel must've decided it was far enough out of range to be able to hold a hushed conversation. "The second we get behind it, I want you to leg it. No hesitation, no turning around. Am I clear?" 

You nodded, but that didn't satisfy Joel. 

"I said. Am. I. Clear?" 

"Crystal." 

"Attagirl. Now follow me." 

You followed close behind Joel as he made his way out of the store in the most unobtrusive way. You felt your heart beat out of your chest. You could feel it beating all the way from your toes to your eardrums, and if you didn't know any better, you might've been scared it would've alerted the Clicker with how loud it was. You took ragged breaths in time with your steps, hoping to limit the intervals of potential sound. 

When you were parallel to the Clicker, Joel turned to you. It was on the other side of the street, but there wasn't anything but his broad form shielding you from the creature. He motioned for you to keep walking, and you were going to, really, you were. But the second he started making his way over to the Clicker, you knew you couldn't just leave him behind and run as you'd promised. 

You walked a few feet to ensure you were behind the Clicker, whose attention was on a songbird perched on the lamppost nearby. You watched as Joel walked within killing range. At moments like these, you were glad he was able to think on his feet, gun already loaded to the max and off the safety. 

He didn't dare to take his eyes off the Clicker now that he was this close, but he knew you hadn't run. You could see it in his posture, he was frustrated. You weren't going to hear the end of this, but you couldn't just leave him and not know whether he survived until he walked through the door unharmed. 

The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. A rat walked by your feet aimlessly, squeaking. Your eyes widened as the Clicker screeched and turned its attention in your general direction. Joel made the mistake of turning around, meeting your panicked stare. The Clicker prowled towards him, and he acted quickly, firing at it. It didn't seem to do much but slow it down. 

When the Clicker came too close to Joel, you saw him panic for a split second. Your mind seemed to switch to survival mode, and you moved on autopilot. You rushed to get a can of deodorant out of your bag. You fished a lighter from your pocket and proceeded to scream at the top of your lungs. The Clicker whipped its head in your direction, shrieked and ran over to you, dashing straight past Joel. 

The man in question had a dreadful expression. You sprayed the deodorant and clicked the lighter in one fluid movement, igniting the Clicker. Your face was red-hot with the heat radiating from the beast engulfed in flames. Loud screeches and howls escaped the creature as it stumbled away from the both of you, burning alive. You watched with a slack jaw as Joel regained his composure and shot at it for good measure. When it stopped moving, he turned to you.

"What the hell was that? I explicitly told you to fucking run!" He growled. You'd never seen him this angry. Seriously? He was mad at you after you'd saved his ass? He didn't give you a chance to speak as he grabbed you by the collar and pulled you close so he was right in your face.  

Joel's jaw was clenched, the muscles in his neck straining as he struggled to stay composed. His eyes searched your face for any regret and responsibility. You looked into his enraged eyes before letting your gaze flicker to his lips. He sighed at the action, shutting his eyes tight and taking a few deep breaths before harshly releasing his grip on your clothes. You all but fell at his feet, scrambling your belongings together as he stalked towards the car you'd parked around the corner. 

His silent treatment returned when he drove back to the secluded house. He watched you, though. It'd been years since you'd been inside a proper, working car. He might be furious with you, but he too could appreciate the small, quiet delights life still brought. Witnessing you enjoying the soothing hum of the engine was enough. 

He pushed a cassette into the player and twisted the volume knob, filling the car with soft tunes for the remainder of your drive through the vast and empty countryside. You watched the horizon as the sun began to set. Just like that, another day seemed to have passed in a flash. 

When you returned, your dad had already begun cooking a late dinner. He asked how your run went, and you'd shrugged. Your dad didn't usually let you come with him, making you promise to lock down the house and have a gun by your side at all times. He was just glad to see you come home seemingly unscathed. Joel didn't mention the Clicker, probably for the better. As far as your dad knew, you'd gone to check the pharmacy for any leftover supplies, and that was all. You left it up to Joel to tell your dad whether you'd actually found something useful besides contraceptives. 

You ate dinner in more silence. You missed the sound of cars driving down the street, kids yelling, and loud music from your neighbour's high school band. Yet the one thing you wanted to fill the void was Joel's voice, telling you everything was going to be okay and that you did the right thing.                                                                               

Joel went to take a quick shower while you and your dad cleaned the kitchen. You heard him walk down the hall, coming into the kitchen. You made the mistake of taking your eyes off your task, washing the dishes, to look at him. You didn't care he was glaring at you, obviously still ticked off. He looked amazing with the droplets of his wet hair dripping down. 

He grabbed a can of beer and made his way to the living room. When the sound of his body dropping on the couch was heard, your dad turned to you with a stern gaze. 

"Look, I don't know what happened, but you need to talk to Joel. I'm gonna finish some maps for tomorrow and head to bed, but if things haven't been talked out by morning, there will be consequences. G'night." Your dad spoke, not leaving it up for discussion. He walked down the hall and shut his door, ending the conversation. You groaned, running your hands over your face in exasperation. 

You contemplated just heading to bed and leaving Joel to brood. You sighed when you thought about how upset your dad would be if you didn't fix things. Why did you have to be the responsible adult in this situation? Couldn't Joel try and fix things? Was this what his visible sour mood was about? To force you to take responsibility for something that wasn't even a problem in the first place? Fine. If he wanted to do things this way, then this way they would go. 

You put away the last of the dishes, giving yourself a few seconds to mentally prepare before heading into the living room to confront Joel. You watched his slouched form on the couch, eyes closed and head hung back. When you didn't say anything, he opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you heard your dad, no?" He grumbled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. It was almost unbelievable you'd almost considered apologising a few seconds ago. Joel clearly still felt like he was in the right. 

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, kid. You need to learn your place. That stunt you pulled this morning? You could've died." Joel pointed at you angrily. 

"This all could've been avoided if you kept it in your pants." You crossed your arms and poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue, awaiting his reaction. You knew the comment was crossing the line. You understood where he was coming from, but if he was going to be unreasonable, so were you. 

The silence that felt like a century was interrupted when Joel's eyes finally met yours.

"Sit down." 

You moved to sit next to him on the couch, but he tutted and gave a pointed look at his thigh. You searched his face for any emotion, whether it be lust or anger, but you found neither. He looked amused, even if only the twinkle in his eye gave it away. Your feet were rooted to the carpet. 

Joel sighed and leaned forward. Before you could react, he'd pulled you towards him, making you tumble forward and land on his lap. You let out a yelp of surprise, but Joel was quick to cover your mouth with his hand. 

"I can see why your dad wants you to learn how to shoot a gun. You're helpless and weak." He whispered in your ear as you got settled on his thighs. You grabbed his wrist with both hands to get his hand off your mouth.  

"I'm not weak." You finally spat when you'd pried his fingers off your lips. "Do you think I could've survived all these years if I were weak? Did I or did I not kill that Clicker?" You challenged, looking down at him from your position. The respect you had for the man you used to admire was slowly trickling down the drain. You cursed inwardly when you recognized the familiar warm feeling bubble in your stomach.

Joel looked at you with an expression you couldn't read, as usual. His brows were furrowed. "Y'think you're so tough, huh?" 

You didn't answer his mocking question. Your lips stayed pressed together as you held his gaze. You refused to give in to the rising tension. 

"Fine, don't talk. But you know I'm right. Y'wanna prove you're so tough? Fight me off then." He suggested. Your eyebrows furrowed, and he undoubtedly gained joy from your bewilderment. 

His hands clasped your wrists and pulled your arms apart. You struggled against his grip, but it was futile. You tried pushing your body away from him, tried standing up, but nothing seemed to work. His elbows held your legs down, digging into your thighs, hands still holding your wrists. Even when he was the one with his back against the couch, you were the one trapped. He saw the defeat in your eyes and smirked. He gave you a few more seconds to trash around before sushing you derogatorily. You stilled in his grip.  

"That's what I thought." He groaned. He leaned back and repositioned your legs to straddle him properly. Your heart was racing at the implication. He was so set on never talking about it again, yet here you were, back in an incriminating position. Joel released one of your wrists, adding it to his grip, now holding both wrists with one hand. The other went up to caress the back of your head, slowly pulling you to his chest. You felt his breath on your neck, and your eyes fluttered in anticipation. 

"Here's what's g'n happen. You're gonna be a good girl for me and stay real still and quiet. Think y'can manage that?" He questioned, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You nodded frantically, in disbelief. 

He released your wrists, moving his hands between your bodies to undo his belt. You placed your hands on his shoulders, awaiting his actions. He was making moves to take off his jeans but struggled to get them off with you in his lap. 

"Take yours off, too." You hurried off him to make quick work of your jeans. He got rid of the layers separating your lower bodies and yanked you back onto him. 

While normally he would've prepared you before shoving inside, he felt that you didn't deserve it. You hadn't noticed how hard he was before, but once he was sheathed inside, it was hard to ignore. You yelped at the sudden intrusion. Joel from last night had been careful, too careful, maybe, to make sure you were okay. You thought back to the condoms still hidden away in your bag. Was it bad that you felt like not having mentioned them before was a good thing? 

You brought your hands to his chest and made moves to start grinding your hips against his, but Joel grabbed your waist harshly. You looked at him with furrowed brows. Did he not want you to start moving? 

"You're gonna sit here, on my cock, and you're gonna listen to me for once in your fucking life," Joel whispered. You stared at him in disbelief. He was gonna lecture you while his dick was inside you? 

"What you did this morning, that can't happen again, you hear me?" He smacked your ass lightly. Soft enough to not make much noise, hard enough to sting. You nodded, but it wasn't enough. 

"Yes, Joel. No, Joel. Sorry, Joel. That's how you reply. No nodding or shaking your head, understood?" He grabbed your chin firmly. You went to nod again, but the hand on your chin stopped you in your tracks. 

"Yes, Joel." 

"Good girl. Now we're gonna try again. This morning, never again. Agreed?" He didn't let go of your chin when he asked the question, but his other hand started rubbing the inside of your thigh.

"Yes, Joel. Won't let it happen again." You writhed in his lap, trying to subtly gain some friction, movement, anything to better feel his cock inside you. 

"Sit. Still. You don't get to move, don't get to cum, not until I say you can. You're gonna learn to listen to me." His face was vicious. He was still livid. It made you clench around him. Joel chuckled darkly at this. 

"You're un-fucking-believable, y'know that? Clenching around me like a little slut like that." His tone was nothing but derogatory. The degrading nickname only made it worse, but you had a feeling Joel already knew that.

"Joel, please." You whined, begging him to let you move. He shook his head and leaned back into the couch, waiting for you to shut up. You quickly got the hint, and a wicked smile spread over his face.  

"No matter the situation. You do as I say, understood, kid? I don't care if it's as stupid as me telling you to eat chicken instead of steak. What I say goes." Joel laid out the rules, and you nodded. You couldn't help but find it hot. The way he wanted to take care of you, keep you safe. You'd give up all autonomy if it meant pleasing him. 

"What'd I just fuckin' say about nodding? Repeat after me. You do as I say. What I say goes. No questions asked." Another light slap found its way to your ass. You had to bite your lip to keep another cry from escaping. 

"I do as you say. What you say goes. No questions asked." You repeated with a trembling voice.  

"Good girl. Now, remember what I said. You're gonna sit still and stay quiet." Joel demanded before lifting the bottom of your shirt over your head. You sat still as a statue, letting him explore your now fully naked figure. Joel watched you try to hold yourself in. 

When he flicked your nipples, you had to hold your hand over your mouth to obtain from making any noise. He toyed around with your breasts for a bit, sucking on your nipples as you tried to sit still. When his hand trailed downward, you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation. 

"Eyes on me," Joel demanded. You took an unsteady breath and opened your eyes, meeting his darkened eyes. His gaze didn't leave yours as he cupped your mound. He revelled as you fought your body's urge to buck your hips against his palm. He felt you squeezing around him when he slowly applied pressure to your clit. You struggled to keep your eyes open, wanting nothing more than to close them and throw your head back. 

You felt yourself get wetter around him, slowly soaking his cock and lap. You saw the mischievous glint in his eye before he suddenly bucked his hips just once. You moaned loudly, and Joel had had enough. He placed his free hand on your neck, fingers wrapping tightly and slowly cutting off your air supply. 

"I thought I told you to be fuckin' quiet." He growled as he leaned forward to spit the words in your face quietly. You couldn't form any words, brain short-circuiting with one hand around your neck, the other on your clit. Joel scoffed. 

"Desperate whore" He whispered under his breath. He threw you off his lap and onto your back on the couch. Your head hit the armrest forcefully, making the room spin. Joel didn't give you time to recover, hovering over you and shoving his cock back inside. He wrapped his hand back around your throat. 

"You're gonna shut up and take my cock. You better not make any fuckin' noise or your dad will come to see what a little slut his daughter is. Wouldn't want that, would you? Have your dad see his best friend fuck your cute little pussy?" Joel rambled in your ear when he finally started moving his hips. 

You placed your hands around his wrist. Not to take it off your neck, but to have some leverage as Joel pounded you further and further into the cushions of the couch. 

Joel looked lost in pleasure. The new position had his head poke at the best spot inside of you repeatedly. You had to find a solution, or you were gonna start screaming. 

"Joel," you stammered. You could hardly breathe. Joel's pistoning hips didn't still as he acknowledged your inquiring tone. A suppressed moan left you as you mustered up enough air to continue your request. 

"Kiss me, please." You begged hopelessly. He complied, tugging you forward by your neck and planting his lips on yours with a grunt. It was a mess of tongue and teeth, but it was enough to shut you up. The wet noises of his balls slapping against your cunt were audible over your haggard gasps. Low grunts came from Joel's chest as he focused on chasing the pleasure. 

He took his mouth off yours, probably for the better. You were starting to become overwhelmed, all your senses filled with Joel. Every thrust of his cock hit the right spot inside you, sending tingles up your spine. You felt your tits bounce to the rhythm of his movements. Strained moans were strangled in your throat as you refused to let them out. 

You felt the coil in your stomach wind up faster than you'd anticipated. Joel noticed too, as you clenched around him impossibly tight. He groaned as his grip on your neck tightened. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. 

"Relax, baby. You're not coming yet. Not until I say so." He sneered.  

"Please, Joel. Can't. S'too much. Please." You whimpered. Tears started to form in your eyes at the mere thought of having to hold back. He dared to laugh at your desperation. A single tear ran down the side of your face as you felt yourself nearing the edge. 

"God, look at you. Fuckin' cryin' on my cock." Your mind went numb at his words, tears rolling freely from your eyes. You tried to hold back everything. Your moans, your orgasm. But not your tears. Joel seemed to appreciate it, pumping even harder. 

"So pretty, cryin' for me. Listenin' to me so good. Takin' my cock so well. Doin' what I tell you to. So good 'n quiet, just for me." Joel blabbered. Choked whines rose in your chest at his words. 

You felt yourself come closer and closer. You wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. One of Joel's hands reached down between your bodies and made contact with your clit, rubbing around it hastily.

"Cum for me," Joel grunted. His hand finally moved away from your throat, but before you could inhale deeply, it slapped over your mouth. He'd anticipated your body's reaction before it happened. The rush of air filling your lungs, combined with his fingers rubbing your clit and cock pounding away, was enough to finally send you over the edge. 

Your back arched off the couch as you wailed ferally against Joel's hand. It could only do so much to dampen the noise. Joel kept pumping inside you mercilessly. 

The feeling of you coming around him drove him crazy. Desperate for his own release, he was relentless with his thrusts. He wiped a few stray tears from your cheek when you'd quietened. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna come. You took the Plan B, right? In your bag? Tell me you took 'em with you." Joel was desperate for your answer. You nodded and Joel growled, landing a smack against your tit. 

"Yes or no?" He pounded against your most sensitive spot over and over, awaiting a verbal answer. Though you were too sensitive and overstimulated, you could feel another orgasm creeping up at lightning speed.

"Yes, took them. They're in my bag. Also brought condoms." You replied deliriously. You gasped for air when Joel got confirmation he was safe to come inside again. Against your better judgement, you were glad you'd forgotten about the condoms. 

"Fuckin' slut. Told you we couldn't do this again. Wanted me to fuck you so bad you brought fuckin' condoms." Joel groaned. You hoped your dad was asleep by now because Joel was disregarding his own rule. His grunts increased in volume, and you felt your stomach tighten again. 

"Had condoms and still let me fuck you raw. Knew better. Know I'm gonna cum inside. Fill you up. Such a little whore for my cum." Joel was hysterical now, desperate to cum himself. 

"Know you have another one in store for me, baby. C'mon, be a good girl. Come on my cock." He increased the speed of his thrusts, angling his hips and pressing a hand to your lower stomach. Your hands found their way to his biceps, nails scratching the skin as you latched onto him. 

"Shit, gonna come. Gonna fill- fuck- fuckin' hell, so pretty, so good for me." His thrusts faltered as he throbbed inside you, filling you with his spend. The sensation was enough to give you your second orgasm, milking all the cum from his cock as you squeezed around him. Your vision went white. 

You were sure you blacked out for a minute. Joel was whispering to you, stroking the side of your face until you came to. He pulled out of you carefully, knowing you'd probably be overstimulated and sore. 

You expected him to give the whole 'We can't do this again, talk about it and I'll kill you' talk again, but he didn't. Instead, he told you he was sorry for being so rough on you. He walked to the bathroom and got a washcloth with warm water, wiping you down carefully. 

"I'm sorry for being so harsh. Know you tried to do what you thought was best. But please, in the future, run. I can handle myself, and I'm not trying to be mean when I say I'm not sure you can. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died for my sake, baby girl." Joel finally spoke. 

You pecked his lips softly and told him you understood. "Know that it works the other way around, too, Joel. I don't wanna see you die, especially not if it's to protect me." 

Joel tucked you into bed before going to sleep on the couch. 

The next morning, the tension was no longer present. Your dad noticed and seemed glad the two of you had made up. 

'If only he knew' you thought, swallowing a tiny white pill with some water just out of his view. 

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ᶻz feat. toge + itadori + megumi !!

jjk && college tropes

☓ silly little college au's // insp from @k9wa my spinkle spoingle pumpkin pie's tr version

ᶻz・toge inumaki

⠀ ⬤ as the best damn tutor you’ve ever had

inumaki almost snickers when you all but throw your forehead against the table in the library, practically defeated by your ‘intro to anatomy and physiology' assignments. despite your clear distress, he taps the top of your head for your attention. with a huff, you barely sit up, chin resting on the polished wood with an angry red mark forming on your forehead. 

he points to the work again, typing out on his laptop to make it easier to explain. 

‘It’s easy once you realize the nervous system can be broken down to two different parts - the central nervous system and the peripheral nervous system.’

reading that makes you want to puke. 

“the way you typed that makes you sound like a dictionary.” you grimace. 

he smiles, one that has you flushing and looking away when he taps the hardcover textbook sitting open in front of him. you can hardly see it from the way you’re sitting, but just barely you’re able to make out highlighted text. the definition of nervous systems screaming at you in bright blue ink. 

“that feels like cheating when you explain it in just a slightly different way than the book.” you kick at his chair leg, but there’s no real intent to harm him in any way. he only hums, typing. 

‘It’s not cheating. I’m just using my resources.’

“using ‘em to make me look stupid,” you grumble, sitting up only to slump forward again with your head in your hands, “i’m hopeless, inumaki! i’m never gonna pass this stupid class and get my stupid degree.” 

you’re complaining just to complain at this point, too overwhelmed with too many classes and assignments and other things in life to do to really be so stressed over something you could easily have done in half an hour if you just stopped whining. 

if inumaki cares to unbox all that stress, he makes no move to show it, only typing away and nudging your foot when you don’t look up to read what he’s said. 

‘Let’s take a break and go to that cafe you like, then we can work through every assignment together.’ 

okay, maybe he does show it a little. 

“what about your assignments? i promised i’d help you make that diorama for your psychology class-” 

he’s waving you off while packing his bag, waiting to put his laptop away so you can still communicate. 

‘We’ll do it tomorrow. It’s not due for another two weeks.’ 

you puff out your cheeks, eyeing him. “you sure?” 

he sends you a thumbs up and that smile that leaves you practically melting in your chair, and that’s enough to encourage you to pack your stuff with a small grumble. 

“fine, but i’m buying.” 

you pull your wallet from your bag just to have it on hand, but he snatches it with a swiftness you never knew he had, sticking his tongue out at you and keeping it out of your reach when you swipe for it again. he shakes his head when you pout, shoving it into his jacket pocket and taking out his own to wave in front of you. like he’s taunting you, despite him being the only real loser for having to spend money on the both of you. 

“you’re no fair inumaki, how am i supposed to pay you back for tutoring me and buying me coffee?” 

he pulls out his phone to his notes app, typing for a second before facing it towards you. 

‘Maybe going on a date with me would be enough?’

you feel yourself flush, shoving his phone away as if that’d get rid of it, “o-okay, yeah, that sounds good. that sounds nice.” 

he smiles, offering you his hand to carry your bag for you, but takes it for himself when you don’t pass it over. then he’s grabbing your own hand, bold in his own way, to pull you out of the library when you’re still too surprised by his declaration to do any of it yourself.

ᶻz・yuji itadori 

⠀ ⬤ as the worst classmate to work on a project with

you felt doomed the second the words left your professors lips. 

“itadori and (y/n), you’ll be paired for the end of the semester presentation. what you’ll be graded on is in the syllabus, and . . . that should be it for pairings. class is dismissed.” 

your professor closes the book in his hand and everyone in the class begins to disperse, but you feel frozen at your desk with your head in your hands. 

fifty percent of your grade sits woven into this presentation, and you’ve been  paired with the one person in class you didn’t want. even megumi would’ve been better! at least you know he’d do his part! 

someone taps your desk, and you jump, looking at whoever saw it fit to disrupt your clear mental breakdown. 

“hi!” your presentation partner smiles down at you, cheerful and happy and god you hate to say attractive, “looks like we’re partners!” 

“yeah!” you force a smile, shoving your notebook into your bag with a little more hostility than necessary, “let me get your number and we can talk about the details of the assignment-” 

you flinch when he thrusts his phone in front of you, and it leaves him smiling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “sorry, ‘m not used to doing projects without megumi or nobara. i’ll do my best to help you!” 

the way he says it sounds so genuine, you almost feel bad for judging him so harshly. almost, if not for the warnings your friends in other classes told you about him and his group. that they’d do the barest minimum of work, questioned everything the other wrote, and all but argue over each slide in simple presentations. still, the way he looks at you reminds you of a puppy, cute and nonthreatening. you’ll take his promise with a grain of salt. 

you offer a real smile to match his, “it’s okay, we’ll work on it together.” and take his phone to enter your number, sending yourself a text so you can save it. 

and he does make due on his promise. hell, he’s done more than you when it comes to adding slides, and you only have to fact check him a handful of times! it’s honestly such a shock, practically gaping when you opened the slides for the first time to see it was almost done before you’d even had a chance to add anything yourself. 

still, you do your part, and you have a respectable presentation finished almost two months before it’s even due! 

you invite itadori out for ice cream to celebrate. he joins you only five minutes after you’ve been waiting, and the two of you stroll around campus to find a nice place to relax after you’ve acquired your goods. 

“i have to admit something.” he says when a nice silence washes over the two of you, ice cream long gone. you sit up from your lying position in the grass you’d settled in. itadori has that same sheepish look from when he’d greeted you officially for the first time, hand rubbing the back of his neck and smiling. 

“oh god, what is it.” he winces at your sudden dramatics, afraid you’ll actually be upset for what he’s about to spill to you. 

“i . . . didn’t do the whole presentation on my own.” he looks down, dejected and waiting for your barrage of insults he’s sure you’ll throw his way. 

“well yeah, i helped.” you say as if stating the obvious. which is partly true, he guesses, but not what he’s getting at. 

“no i- oh god, this is embarrassing to admit. i wanted to impress you so i had one of my friends help me put together a super cool presentation so you’d like me.” he flushes at the confession, leaving out the fact that he had to pay maki an embarrassing amount of money to help him. 

and he expects you to berate him, or ask him why he’d do something so stupid, but instead the air is filled with your laughter. 

“you didn’t have to do all that to impress me.” you say when you’re dwindled down to giggles, “you’re a pretty cool guy, i think i would’ve folded if you just asked me out.” 

his blush spreads to his chest, but his smile only grows, “i wish i knew that before i gave away all the credits on my food card.” 

ᶻz・megumi fushigiro

⠀ ⬤ as your favorite person to skip class with

you get the text while walking to your literature course, almost missing it to avoid being late. 

want 2 hang?

you stop dead in your tracks, offering half-hearted apologies when you realize you’re in other people’s way in order to reply. 

i have class. 

he should know you do, given the fact that you shared your schedule with him and even tried to sync some overlapping classes together, with the hopes that you’d get to hang out in between certain times. 

me 2. wanna get lunch?

you almost laugh, shaking your head to no one in particular. you are ahead in the course, and you rarely miss days for this class anyways. what’s the real harm in skipping just once? 

sure, meet u in the cafeteria? 

u know it. 

with a hum, you turn on your heel in the opposite direction, fingers crossed that your dear friend megumi would be willing to pay for your meal using his dad’s credit card. 

you spot him fairly easily once entering the cafeteria, sitting at the table you normally eat at, and greet him with a smile. 

“hey.” you sit down, placing your bag to your side and taking out your wallet with a hum. 

“hi,” he pushes one of the three items he has towards you, and you pause when you realize he’s already gotten you food. your favorite, no less, “how were your other classes today?” 

“you’re too good to me, megumi,” you almost drool, saying a quick thanks before diving into the meal, “they were okay, mostly just reviewing old stuff.” 

you pause for a second, eyeing him, “isn’t the class you’re skipping the only one you have today?” 

he nods, too busy eating his own food to reply. 

“what was the point of even coming today?” you laugh, flicking a packet of silverware at him, “why didn’t you just wait til’ after class? we could’ve eaten then.”

he shrugs, swallowing what’s in his mouth, “cafeteria would’ve been closed by then.” 

he says it like it’s the most obvious answer in the world, and you can’t stop the giggles that pass your lips, instead covering your mouth with your hand as if that’d hide them. 

“we could’ve gone somewhere off campus, now both of us are gonna be behind.” 

megumi seems unbothered at this, but you’re sure he has someone in class to grab notes from. probably itadori, if he promises to take him out to eat sometime during the week. still, he takes a moment to reply to instead enjoy the food he’s eating. 

“if i did, we wouldn’t get to hang out for as long.” 

you roll your eyes, deciding to not bring up how the two of you spend literally every other day together, “we still could’ve hung out after class, feels like a waste that you came here for one thing and didn’t even go to it.” 

“‘s’not a waste if i’m hanging out with you.” he says casually, taking another bite. 

you’d almost blush if not for the fact he has ketchup smeared against the side of his lip. it makes you smile, reaching over with a napkin to wipe it off his face and he hums at the familiarity. you’re glad the class you skipped is your last for the day, knowing megumi means knowing he’d easily convince you to forgo any others you might’ve had in favor of spending time with him. 

he must pick up on the idea of you having a soft spot for him, because he takes each minute of your time in stride. deciding the hangout shouldn’t end at just lunch, he persuades you to join him at his dorm - it really didn’t take much from him, the offer of watching a movie with snacks provided leaving prettily from his lips being all you really need to say yes, and the day ends with you curled up beside him on his bed, ignoring the way itadori gushes at the two of you together in favor of watching the movie from megumi’s laptop.

#salmon rowe #inumaki toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #toge x reader #inumaki x reader #itadori yuji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuji x reader #itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk

[shujohajohaminnie]

His Pretty Cheerleader

Pairing: Lee Know x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Fluffy 

Word Count: 4122

Summary: What happens when you come to find out the man you’ve had a crush on for the longest time also shares those same feelings for you? 

Afab!reader, Profanity, Pet names(Baby, Goodgirl,) Use of daddy, Drugs, Alcohol, Corruption kink, Raw sex (Wrap it before you tap it).

As smart as you are, you are also very clueless. Well… Lee Know wouldn’t put it in that way. “She’s just innocent” he defended you. “She’s a ditz” “So?” “So… you like 'em dumb?” Changbin mocked packing up his bag. “Shut up, can you help me or not” “How am I supposed to help you?” “I don’t know you're dating her friend!” “And tell Michelle what ‘Hey Lee Know wants to fuck Y/n you think you can help him out'… do you know how protective Michelle is over her… not only can I mess up what I got going on with Michelle, she can actually kill me” “You scared of your girl” I.N mocked his teammate. “Shut up man she’s scary” “GUYS BEFORE YOU GO HOME REMEMBER YOU NEED TO GET YOUR PICTURES TAKEN FOR THE YEARBOOK” The coach reminded them earning groans and complaints because they did in fact forget. 

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You quickly got up putting away your notes from the meeting, It had already ran a little later than you expected. You needed to get home quickly before you made Michelle even more mad for prolonging her horror movie marathon. “Y/n?” “Yes?” You looked up from your bag to your teacher. “I need to talk to you really quick” “What’s up” “Jisung just called he won’t be able to make it for the photoshoot tonight” “Oh no is he okay?” “Yeah yeah it’s just a slight cold… but the reason I’m telling you this is because I need you to cover for him… It’s too late of a notice to reschedule” “Oh um sure… what was he supposed to shoot” “The football team” “Oh… uh you know what I don’t think I’ll be able to make it after all, I have this thing that I have to go to right now” “Y/n please” “Isn’t there anyone else that could do it?” “No… no one else is as good as you and Jisung are so please” “Sure… but I really do have to run afterwards” “It’s fine… I’ll edit the pictures tomorrow morning… the studio’s open just leave the SD card on my desk before you take off” “Yes sir” 

Great, you’ve been told various times by Michelle that you can be too nice when it comes to saying no to people. You could say no, You have said no to classmates but saying no to a teacher felt so wrong. “I thought Han was going to take the pictures” Changbin asked, walking into the studio with the rest of the team behind him. “Oh yeah uh he called in sick so I’m gonna be covering for him.” And there he was Lee Minho, the football team's captain, also the guy you’ve had a crush on since the fourth grade when he helped you off the floor after tripping on your own feet. You’ve had classes with him ever since but couldn’t muster up the courage to say more than two words to him. “You sure it’s not obvious” You’d constantly ask your best friend double checking to see if your crush was that noticeable. “It's only obvious to me 'cause I already know” she’d comfort you. “I’m kinda in a rush… I promised my friend I’d watch scary movies with her so I’ll be quick” “You like scary movies?” You locked eyes with him, you had the answer to his question but the words wouldn’t leave your lips, So you simply shook your head. “N-No but it is October” 

“Do you wanna look at them?” You asked, beginning to pack up. “We should really go” One of the boys spoke out leading the group out of the studio. “ You smiled waving at the group as they picked up their stuff and left. You began to pack up for the night ready for the wrath that would be bestowed upon you for being this late. “Uh hem” he cleared his throat causing you to jump in place. “Je-sus… you scared me-” you paused, turning around to see Minho staring at you from the entrance of the studio. “C-can I help you” “On second thought could I see the pictures” “Yeah sure just give me a second” You quickly took out the SD card walking over to the computer signing in and pulling up his individual shot. “It still needs to be edited… Mr.Yoon will edit them tom-” “No they look good what are you talking about” “You think?” “Yeah” he smiled sitting down in the chair next to you. “Can I” He motioned over to the mouse. You nodded quickly sliding the mouse to him, your fingers brushing against each other. He didn’t seem to notice, scrolling through the pictures smiling to himself. 

“You’re really good… you've been doing this since sixth grade right” “Yeah… how did you-” “Well I’ve seen you at my games with your camera and press pass for the past five years so it’s safe to say that I’ve noticed… although I haven’t seen you at my games lately” “Yeah…I’m not a photographer anymore. I’m an editor… which basically means I could do all positions… in-in yearbook I mean” He laughed, shaking his head at your words. “What is that for by the way” “What?” “The press pass” “Oh it basically lets me into the game for free” “Oh so what you’re saying is that you wouldn’t pay to watch me win” “No No I’m just-” “I’m just messing with you… but you know our girlfriends get in for free too right” “Yeah I noticed when Michelle would go in free to watch Changbin” “They’re cute together” “They really are” “We could be cuter” “I’m sorry?” He placed his hands on your cheek pulling you closer to him. He slowly kissed your lips causing you to freeze in place. The Lee Minho was kissing you. “You okay?” he pulled away, caressing your hand. “I needa go” You whispered, grabbing your bag and rushing out of the studio. “Y/N… Y/N ARE YOU OKAY” Changbin called out behind you, but you couldn’t respond your mind going a million miles per minute. 

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Lee Know of course knew of your crush on him, because going against your friends' words it was obvious. He didn’t mind, because what you didn't know was that he too had developed a crush towards you. Ever since you helped him pass his English class in the eighth grade. Most of his tutors in the past made him feel like an idiot for not understanding the lectures, but not you, you never made him feel dumb. You simply made him feel comfortable. With said crush on you, something else harbored as the years went on. He had thoughts, thoughts about you. Thoughts of his head between your thighs making you scream out his name for everyone to hear. Thoughts of corrupting that little head of yours. These thoughts were only stronger this year seeing you in the school's short uniform skirts drove his mind insane every single time. The way that you’d cluelessly bend over to grab anything your clumsy ass would drop, not knowing you were showing Lee Know half of your ass in the process. He was lucky to get seated next to you this year in math, the feeling of your bare thighs brushing up against his every single time you moved in your seat. He wanted you, he didn’t care if you were in the middle of class. If he could have it his way he’d bend you over your desk and fuck you for everyone to see that you were his and only his.

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You breathed out pressing your back against the door of your bedroom catching the attention of your best friend.“Fucking Fin- uh- lee you took forever I almost sent the police out to look for-...Y/n are you okay” “Nuh-uh… Lee Minho and I kissed” You blinked rapidly hearing the words come from your mouth made the situation even more real. “What the fuck happened at this meeting” “No it wasn’t at the meeting” “What I’m confused” You sighed dropping your stuff onto your bed and laying face down on your pillow screaming loudly. “What happened” “Mr. Yoon told me that Han wasn’t going to be able to make it cause he got sick… and since it was last minute he wasn’t able to reschedule the group that Han was supposed to take pictures for… so I had to cover” “I’m not understanding what this has to do with Lee Know” “The group Han was going to take pictures of… was the football team”  “Oh” “Yeah and so I took their pictures and they left… or so I thought, as I’m packing up Minho asks if he could see the pictures so I showed them to him… we start talking then he kissed me” “Did you kiss back” “No” you sighed throwing your head back against your bed frame, disappointment filling your body.“WHY” “I DON’T KNOW I PANICKED” “You think he likes you?” “NO” “NO?! He literally kissed you” “UGH I DON’T KNOW” You yelled screaming into your pillow again. “Y/n it’s okay… everyone has had a bad first kiss…it’s okay” Michelle whispered, rubbing her hand up and down your leg soothingly. “You gonna talk to him tomorrow?” “No” You groaned rolling over to lay in her lap. “Why not?” “I just wanna go to sleep, hopefully this is all just a bad dream” “We don’t kiss our crushes in our nightmares hon” “What do I do Michelle?” “Go to sleep I'll spend the night and we'll figure it out tomorrow” 

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Your way of figuring it out? Run away from the problem entirely. You looked around making sure the ‘problem’ wasn’t around. You quickly unlocked your locker, grabbing the textbooks for your next class. “If I didn’t know any better I'd say you’re avoiding me” Minho smirked, leaning against the locker next to yours. “I’m not… I was uh late” “I saw you at breakfast” “Yeah I had to go to the studio” “During class?” “Mhmm yeah, duty calls” “Okay… What are you doing tomorrow” “Studying” “Ditch it… I’m having a party at mine for my birthday” “A cake and balloons party” You asked, closing your locker looking at him. “You’re cute… It's a shots and keg costume party” “I can’t” “You can” “What about your parents?” “What about them” “What are they gonna say” “They’re out of town” “Minho I-” “Call me Lee Know… Minho’s too… formal” he smiled, taking your phone, getting your phone number and texting you. “I’ll text you the address” “I-” “Come… for me” “I’ll try” “I’ll see you there” he smirked, kissing your cheek and walking away” Crap. 

“Hey Michy did you hear about Minho’s party” “Yeah Changbin was telling me about it… wait why you asking?” “He invited me” “He what” “He stopped by my locker and told me about it” “So you guys talked” “Well not intentionally I was avoiding him… I even missed math class” “So are you gonna go” “I don’t wanna” “Come on y/n you kind of have to go… if Lee Know invited you personally he definitely wants you there” “I don’t know I really have to study for my test on next Friday” “Come on you gotta go out… it’s senior year we have to celebrate” “We also need to make sure we pass senior year…plus I don’t even have a costume” “Well find something” 

And something we found, with the last-minute plans we were both left with the most basic choice. “You don’t think maybe this is a little too short?” You asked pulling down your white silk dress for the fifth time yet. “You look beautiful don’t worry about it” “Maybe we should go back to mine and change” “Y/n I promise you, it's fine you look great”. It really wasn’t too short, the silk nightgown that you had chosen made it mid-thigh, the school's uniform was weirdly shorter but it was the top portion you were unsure about. It had lace on the top portion with very thin straps, because of said thin strap you had no other choice but to go braless. “Can you see anything?” “No you can’t see a thing” Michelle comforted you, opening the car door for you. You finally arrived, you had that unsettling feeling as you walked up the steps to his house. Looking around you noticed the cups and bodies littering his front porch. “Maybe this is a bad idea” You turned around trying to walk back only for Michelle to pull you back. “We’ll stay for an hour… if you still wanna go home after that I’ll drive you myself… okay” "Okay" you nodded, turning around and ringing the doorbell. 

“Uh, Y/n what are you doing?” “Ringing the doorbell?”“You don’t ring the doorbell” Michelle laughed passing you and grabbing the door knob. “You just walk in” She opened the door revealing half of your class dancing around to the music blaring through the speakers. Red solo cups with alcohol in hand. “You made it” Minho smiled wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “What are baby” “I'm an angel” “Yeah you are” “and Michy's a dark angel” you smiled, taking Michelle's hand while Lee Know walked you through the crowd. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring you a gift.”You smiled pitifully “Don’t sweat it… You can make it up to me later… you look really good by the way”  he smirked leading the both of you to the kitchen where the island was decorated with various bottles of liquor. Surrounding the drinks were both of your close friends. “Guys Y/n… Y/n the guys” “Hyung we already know each other” Changbin laughed wrapping his arms around Michelle. “Fucking dumbass” Seungmin added punching Lee Knows shoulder. “How much have you had to drink” “Not much” “If not much is 8 shots then he’s right” “Minho” “I thought I told you to call me Lee Know” “Sorry force of habit” “Either that or daddy” “I think I’m going to stick to Lee Know” You smiled accepting the cup Seunngmin was handing you. “This is water right” “Nope that would be Soju” “Oh I don’t drink” “Do it for me” Lee Know smiled helping the cup to your lips. You slowly downed the drink feeling an unfamiliar sting in the back of your throat. This was too new. 

“Y/n do you wanna a hit” Felix asked, passing you the rolled blunt. You shook your head passing it to I.N who was sitting next to you. You were all currently trying to fit on Lee Know’s couch passing a blunt amongst the group. Michelle was on Changbin’s lap, I.N in the middle with Felix on his lap. You on Lee Know’s, and Seungmin laying on the back part of where the couch and wall met. Hyunjin lost somewhere in the crowd dancing with a drunked out Han, “You’ve never done this baby?” Lee Know smiled, placing the joint in between the lips inhaling the drugs into his system. He breathed out the smoke into your face. “I thought you guys weren’t allowed to do any of this stuff because of football” You asked looking at your friends “I do whatever I want. Whoever I want” Lee Know whispered moving your face to look at him “… whenever I want” His eyes darkened as he placed one hand on your thigh slowly trailing upwards. You unknowingly opened your legs wider for him. “You wanna try some baby?” he motioned over to the drug. “I’ve never” “It's okay princess I’m here… open those pretty lips for me” he instructed, You parted your lips allowing him to place the joint in between your lips. “Now do exactly what I say okay… You need to inhale” You inhaled “Hold it… Hold it y/n… hold it” You locked eyes with him as you felt the smoke begin to cloud your lungs. You began to cough, feeling the worlds around you begin to grow loopy. “How do you feel” “More” “More?” “More” you whispered, grabbing it from between his fingers. You didn’t know what was making you feel higher, the weed or you being here in Lee Know’s lap with his hands between your thighs. 

He was already corrupting you… he felt himself grow hard under you. The thought that he was already ruining you. He needed you. Now. 

“You wanna go upstairs?” “To do what” “You know what” He whispered against your ear kissing your neck softly. You nodded, not being able to form any words whatsoever. He led you upstairs slowly. Your head rushing at the thought of what would happen as soon as you two were alone. He opened his bedroom door leading you in. “This is my room” “Not bad” “Not bad?” “Well, I don’t really know what a guy's room is supposed to look like” You whispered sitting on his bed.

Oh you poor thing.

“Did I tell you how good you look” “Yeah when I walked in” Your breath hitched at the feeling of his lips grazing the skin of your neck. “Well, you do… You look so fucking good” He whispered kissing and sucking on your neck surely leaving marks to remind you later that this really happened. “Minho” “What did I say?” he groaned, laying you down. “L-Lee Know” “Hmm?” “I’ve never uh-” “It’s okay baby… I’ll just have to be gentle with you” He kissed down your neck stopping right above your chest. “You sure you wanna do this”. You nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him. He slowly peeled the straps of the costume down exposing your bare chest to him. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” “Mhmm”

Lee Know smiled at the reaction he had on you, all he was doing was just kissing you and you were already clenching your thighs together moving slightly for some friction. He parted his lips slightly around your right nipple, swirling his tongue around slowly while his hand rolled the left one between his fingers. You moaned, quickly bringing your hand up to your mouth to muffle your sounds. “It’s okay… they can’t hear you… you can be as loud as you want”. That was all the conformation you needed. Moving your hand to let out the most pornographic moan as you felt Lee Knows free hand reach down to your sopping cunt. “You’re so wet for me already… you dirty little girl… you really wanted this huh” “Mhmm” “Say it” “Yes” “Yes what” “Yes daddy” You moaned, your hand grabbing his forearm as he began to draw little circles on your clit over your wet panties. “T-take them off… please” “Well I usually don’t take orders” He laughed slipping off your underwear “But since you asked nicely” He continued his motions on your bud. You were still incredibly high, the both of you were. You swear the room was spinning as he circled your clit. “What do you want princess… tell daddy what you want” “Y-Your mouth” “Where baby” “He- here” You motioned to you cunt. Of course he knew what you meant but he needed to hear you. 

He took his time taking in the image of your dripping pussy. It glistened with your wetness. You were so beautiful like this. It was even better than he ever imagined. He kissed you softly, licking your juices off his lips. You tasted better than he thought. “Lee know please” “Shhh shhh… it’s okay baby I’m not going anywhere” He whispered, spreading your lips to see you… all of you. The sight itself was enough to make him cum on the spot, but he had to hold it, hold it for you. He licked a long stipe from your entrance to your clit. Without warning he used his tongue to mirror the motions he was doing with his fingers on your clit. You moaned arching your back at the bliss X ten you were feeling due to the drugs. “I’m gonna finger you okay… needa stretch you out for me” He pulled away looking at you, you nodded quickly closing your eyes preparing yourself for him. Now you’ve fingered yourself before but that was nothing compared to Lee Know’s fingers. He started off slowly inserting just one going at a slow pace while he sucked on your clit. He moaned against your cunt sending vibrations right through you driving you absolutely insane. He put in another going at a faster speed. “FUCK LEE KNOW” You yelled gripping his hair feeling a knot in your stomach. “I think I’m gonna come” “Let it go baby… cum on my face princess” His words were enough you did as instructed letting go on his fingers. You were a mess, his mess. “Still with me baby?” he asked, licking every single drop that seeped from your entrance. “Mhmm” you smiled, pulling him closer to connect your lips to his. He pulled off his pants aligning himself at your entrance pulling away from your kiss. He wanted to see you. He wanted to see the innocence leave your eyes. Slowly he sank into you, watching as your face contorted into a mix of both pleasure and pain. “It’s gonna hurt… just give it a second okay” He whispered, brushing some of your hair out of your face. “Tell me when okay” “M’kay” you mumbled searching for his hand grabbing his finger as you adjusted around him. 

You began to thrust your hips against him, a tell-tale that you were ready. “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop okay” “M’kay” you nodded your other hand wrapping around his arm. He began to thrust slowly in and out of you, careful to not hurt you, but the moans that were spewing out of you were a sign that he was not. “Fuck you’re so tight” He groaned shutting his eyes at the feeling of you around him. This was definitely better than he ever imagined. His speed increased intentionally going at the pace of the music blaring downstairs. He was hitting that special spot with each thrust drawing you closer and closer. This moment felt euphoric to the both of you. You swear you felt your body rising off the bed the closer you got your second orgasm. Time didn’t feel real, nothing did. “I’m gonna cum” You moaned, your nails digging into his arm. He felt the pain but couldn’t care less, you could draw blood for all he cared. “Cum for me baby… cum for me” You hugged him pulling his body closer to yours. You scratched at his back as you tightened around him cumming at the sounds of his grunts and groans at your ear. He kissed your neck, the feeling of you tightening around him throwing him over the edge. He pulled out quickly cumming on your costume. “Fuckkkk” he groaned, laying down next to you. 

The both of you laid in silence catching your breath. “You okay?” you smiled turning to look over at him. He was already looking at you worried that he overdid it and hurt you. “I’m more than okay” You whispered intertwining your fingers. “Can I tell you something” He asked, worried of how'd you react. “Hmmm?” “I like you… a lot” “You do” “Mhmm” “Why didn’t you tell me anything” “I tried… last year in Science class… I tossed you a note… you grabbed it and gave it back to me and said” “I think you dropped this” you finished his sentence cringing at your own stupidity. “Yeah” “Yeah I’m an idiot” “No you’re just oblivious” “That too” you laughed looking down. “I like you too” “I know” “You do?” “It was obvious” he laughed pulling you close to him. “Lee Know” “Yeah?” “my costume… it's ruined” you whispered feeling bad about bringing it up. “It’s okay princess… I’ll give you my Jersey… so you can dress up as my cheerleader” 

Let's just pretend I didn't post this a day after Lee Knows birthday, but I do have bad news… I have to go camping this weekend so there's a high possibility I won't be able to post. I should have wifi but if I can't i'll just post the day after I come back. 

#skz fanfic #skz scenarios #skz x you #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #lee know #lee know smut

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Read Part II

Characters: Negan x Alexandrian F!Reader, Maggie, Gabriel, Elijah

Summary: Negan and you were split from the rest of the group, and when he decides the mission is a lost cause, a fight ensues. Set in the events of S11 E5.

Word Count: 3.5K+

Warnings: NSFW - Rough vaginal sex, spitting, mild choking, very mild blood play, hate fuck, dom Negan, mortal enemies, humiliation, xtra DILFy S11 Negan, filthiest shit I've ever written tbh

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, I needed to write some Negan angst. And I'm tempted to write a part two? 😫

Negan trailed behind you as you pushed open the door to the place you knew the group would attempt to regroup at, your gun raised vigilantly in order to scan your surroundings. When you saw nothing of concern you slipped your pistol back into your holster, settling down a little knowing you'd have to spend a considerable amount of time here. Until the sound of a familiar voice put tension in the air.

"So, what? We hang around here with our fingers up our asses just hoping that the others are alive, letting those assholes catch up to us?" Negan broke the silence, and you already hoped he had never said anything in the first place.

You, Negan, Maggie, Alden, Gabriel, Daryl and whoever else may be left had been split, and unfortunately, you ended up with Negan. You'd ended up taking the same cover in a fire fight, and he pulled you with him when the two of you made a run for it.

"I'm not abandoning my friends, but I wouldn't expect you to understand that." You bit back, glaring at him with cold narrowed eyes.

Alike Maggie, you'd never really forgiven Negan for what he did that one dark night, taking two of your family like that. Abraham and Glenn were good men, more than that, and they didn't deserve to be put down in that way. It made you sick to have to visually reflect upon it, so much of that night was a blur, yet vivid in the worst of parts.

"You know what, yeah, I don't. We've got some supplies, and we don't even know if the others are alive, why not take the win now? Get ahead of those shitdicks, and not wait around here to die like sitting ducks for people that are probably already dead."

What was left of your patience thinned out and crumbled, for it was never really all that durable when it came to Negan anyway.

"Just shut up! Fuck you, Negan. They're alive, and they'll be coming here, and we're gonna wait for them whether you like it or not. So sit, down." The venom in your words couldn't be anymore potent, clear as day as you snapped and raised your voice at him.

You caught him clenching his jaw, suppressing the urge to turn this into a screaming match, and it fell silent again. Having figured the matter had been resolved or somewhat stifled you headed over to your bag and sifted through your things, making sure you still had all of your belongings, until you heard shuffling. When you looked up to investigate the source of the sound Negan was packing, gathering his bags and some of the supplies that we'd scavenged. Things people had risked and lost their lives for.

"What do you think you're doing?" You began to interrogate him, approaching him to stand with your arms crossed against your chest completely stand-offish.

"I'm leaving." He answered bluntly, a short response meant to minimise your frustration, but it only worsened.

"Not with those supplies." You reaffirmed just as bluntly, leading Negan to sigh in response.

"I'm taking 'em back to Alexandria." Negan replied plainly, every offhanded response from him fuelling the fire of your rage more and more.

"You don't just get to cop out like this, there are responsibilities. This mission isn't over."

There was no guarantee that those supplies would make it back to Alexandria in his hands, and you wouldn't let his self-pitiful attitude go unnoticed.

"It is for me."

For him, for him? It was always about what Negan needed, what Negan wanted. What about what your people wanted, what Alexandria needs? His selfish tendencies were the final step in urging you over breaking point, and so you succumbed to your irritation, albeit in a very high school way. You snatched the handle of the bag he was holding from his hand and tossed it aside, giving him a hard shove that sent him stumbling back a few steps. He responded rather hastily by seizing your forearms, attempting to dissuade you from attacking him any further. You only thrashed against his grip, grunting your frustration inbetween your attempts to pull your arms from his hold. With all the momentum the two of you began to turn, heading in an entirely different direction as Negan furrowed his brows and attempted to snap you of it.

"Stop it!" Negan belted out, his gravelly voice booming from having raised his voice at you.

It didn't deter you though, and you continued to struggle until you eventually freed yourself, slamming your hands hard against his chest and leaving him attempting to find balanced footing again. With the force of that final push a space had formed between the two of you, both of you cautious as to whether one or the other would be the first to close it, to continue fighting one another. But you did neither, just stared at one another. That dark look in his eye was swirling again, a murderous stare that you knew all too well, and you were sure you were doing the same. You were panting from loss of breath due to how much energy you had just expended, but Negan stood untempered. Negan was the first to move, beginning a slow approach that had you stepping back from him further and further. Though he moved in small steps distance was closing fast, and you felt the internal panic when you felt a hard solid wall press up against your back, having backed yourself into the hypothetical corner.

"Shit." You muttered quietly, Negan taking his final few steps until he was directly opposite you, your chest practically pressed against his. He said nothing, and his stare remained unintelligible, simply looming over you without one word.

"Fuck you." Unashamed you made one last dig at him, and alarmingly enough, Negan smiled at you.

"If it'd shut you up for good, happily." He spoke lowly, his husky words right by your ear.

The response from him so sincere and unabashed you could feel your blood boiling, and you settled with the first thing that came to mind. Gathering some of the saliva in your mouth you parted your lips slightly and then quickly closed them, spitting right in his face. He groaned as he felt the wetness hit his cheek, reaching up and wiping his face dry with the back of his fingerless gloves, never once breaking eye contact with you. To your misfortune the saliva you'd kindly deposited onto his face was not enough to humiliate him entirely, but had some of the desired effect you had wanted. Negan looked riled, though he had tried to remain complacent the faint squint of his eyes gave him away, and the subtle clench to his jaw as he stared you down. Wordlessly, he flattened his palms against the wall either side of your head, entrapping you in the position you'd incidentally put yourself in.

"Open your mouth." Negan demanded bitterly, and you felt your cheeks fill with heat, utterly stupefied by what he had just asked you to do.

"Hell no." You bit back, earning a dangerous warning stare from Negan.

"Open your damn mouth."

You stared at him firm in your decision not to, and he waited a few moments before realising you wouldn't budge, and decided to handle you accordingly. With unanticipated rapid movements one of the palms Negan had flattened against the wall he'd snatched back and used to grip your jaw, applying pressure at the sides so hard and in such a way it began to force your mouth open. Forcibly Negan parted your lips, and you whined against his pressurised touch, restrained into anticipating his next move. Gathering the fluids best he could Negan brought all of his spit to the front of his tongue and leaned in enough to the point where he knew it would land on your tongue, spitting hard into your open mouth. You coughed a little from the shock of Negan's spit flying into your mouth, some of it escaping down your throat, only earning an approving chuckle from him.

"You liked that, didn't you, me spitting in your pretty little mouth? Be honest with me, I'll know if you're not."

The fact that Negan had recognised the shift in your expression before you even knew yourself startled you, like he could see through any deception or emotions you may have. Disturbingly enough, you'd enjoyed it to some extent. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from having taken out some of your frustrations on him, and spitting in his face after telling him to go fuck himself, but other feelings had began to surface. Urges that you couldn't quite distinguish.

"In your dreams." You remonstrated, not quite as firmly as you had hoped when you sounded it out in your head.

Negan grinned in response to your obvious dismay of the way that being manhandled by him made you feel, coming to terms with his own enjoyment of treating you like this.

"Oh don't worry, you're a goddamn nightmare."

Negan slammed his lips against yours, and it was like a floodgate had been opened, emotions and chemical reactions amongst other things consuming you entirely. You moved your lips back against his, attempting to keep up with the roughness. His stubble skimmed across your skin as you decided to nip his lip a little, drawing blood and causing him to groan into your mouth.

"Shit, should've known you'd be a freaky one." Negan commented as he swiped his thumb across his lip, gathering some of the blood there and smearing it across your own.

You kissed again, a hard and rough movement of one another's mouths, smearing his blood across both of your lips. In hungry movements Negan began to gather the fabric of your shirt in his hands, putting adequate tension on the material before yanking it hard. You gasped as you felt cool air hit your skin, he'd ripped your damn shirt open, the buttons flying onto the ground beneath you and pinging against the wood floor to reveal your tight fitting tank top underneath.

"Negan!" You exasperated, swatting him on the arm from the shock of what he had done.

He only snickered from having exposed you in such a way, closing his hand around the wrist of the hand you'd used to swat him with a firm grip and slamming it back against the wall, your knuckles faintly stinging from the impact of the collision.

"Oh c'mon, you can have mine." Negan suggested, not giving you time to respond as you felt his lips again.

Negan's fingers hooked in the hem of your tank top and began to hike the fabric up, pulling back momentarily only to help yank the top over your head. He threw it carelessly onto the floor, and you decided to return the favour. Unlike him, you unbuttoned his wrinkled blue shirt from bottom to top. Meticulously sliding your fingers beneath the material at the top of his shoulders and pushing it down his arms. The moment his shirt had gathered at his wrists you reached around and pulled from the back, tossing it into an area somewhere around yours. The moments to come were spent removing your clothes as fast as you could, a desire brewing deep within your body, a vile way to feel for him. It made you sick. With your panties dangling loosely around one of your ankles, your tank top hiked up your chest just enough to expose your breasts, Negan hoisted you up. He'd discarded the light grey tshirt he wore beneath his blue one, chest now bare to expose his generously hairy chest and the beaded necklace hanging just below his collarbone. With hands gripping the skin beneath your thighs he wedged himself in the space between them, using the way he'd mushed you between the wall and himself to support you whilst he worked at the zipper of his jeans, pushing it down until it came slack at his calves. He was left in nothing but boxers.

"I've always wondered what you looked like beneath those clothes, and your body is smokin'." Negan knew that subtle tease would piss you off, and you responded by glaring at him, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

"Don't speak, at least not right now, just fuck me. Hopefully you can prove useful for once." You rebuked, and Negan raised his brows to feign offense.

"Ohh is that so? We'll see about that."

During your back and forth snapping he'd pushed his boxers down and lined himself up with you, slamming upward without warning. His hands returned to the underside of your thighs whilst you cried out in pain, him not even bothering to ease you into it. He didn't wait for you to adjust either, moving his hips as he groaned from the feeling of being inside you. The pain eased off rather fluidly, and you were left with the most reprehensible satisfaction. Negan ground into you, totally unbridled thrusts that had you whining so pathetically you were sure you'd attract a horde, or be heard for miles.

"That's what I fucking thought, do you like this baby? You like being used huh?"

Overwhelmed with your conflicting feelings for him you unwrapped one of your arms from his neck and slapped him, a harsh hit that had Negan grumbling from the sharp pain in his cheek. He groaned and took one of his hands from your thigh, placing it on your throat with the faintest pressure, it was more an injunction.

"Keep your hands to yourself or I'll tie 'em, do you want me to stop?"

You were quick to admonish him from stopping, a hint of desperation in your tone that had you realise you were damn near begging him not to.

"No no, Negan don't stop. Please..."

He grinned at your plead, his half lidded eyes haughty with arrogance. He'd leaned forward now, his forehead tipped against yours whilst his hand remained around your throat, noses brushing as you exchanged air panting hot breath into one another's mouths. This was filthy, sinful even. The dirty feeling of being so full, full of him, the pleasure he filled you with subduing you into this breathy mess. You couldn't think about anything other than his hard and fast thrusts, your hips connecting with every unconstrained movement. The group could return at any moment, walk in on Negan bottoming you out against the wall of an abandoned house, but you weren't entirely sure either of you cared. To finally give each other something worth giving, to put all the burning hatred and distaste you had for one another to use was addicting. Intoxicating.

"Holy shit." You fell into a string of curses, your one way of vocalising the feeling of knotting in your abdomen, trembles working their way through your legs.

Fuelled by your approaching release you moved your hands down from the nape of his neck to the back of his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin and clawing your way down his back making Negan grit his teeth. Negan was agonisingly close too, his face buried in the crook of your neck and occasionally sucking marks into the skin there. When he knew he was about to tip you over the edge he moved his head back, his face coming back to lie in front of yours again. Strands of hair had fallen from his impromptu slick, cascading over his sweat beaded skin and leaving him totally disheveled. Knowing that you caused this, made him look like that was a confidence boost to say the least, and it only helped to fuel your impending orgasm. Frantically the hand he'd left resting against your throat moved up to hold your jaw, less harshly than he had before, but firm. He was holding your head to leave you with no choice but to face him directly, meeting his eye with the utmost devout attention.

"That's it baby, I wanna see you, I want to remember how you looked when I gave you the best fucking of your life." He murmured, mesmerised by the look of pleasure etched across your features.

Unsurprisingly you came undone, wholly ruined as one of the most intense orgasms you had ever felt ripped through you. Your mewls filled the room, and you squeezed your eyes shut, head aching to tip back but unable to due to his touch. He watched with unashamed inclination, basking in it as he reached his own release. With appropriate haste he removed himself from you and emptied his release onto the floor, coarse groans joining your own faded whimpers. Subsequently riding out both of your vehement highs you remained holding one another. Your legs wrapped loosely around his waist and your hair messy, the rise and fall of your chest as your breathing stabilised becoming gradually softer. Your head was resting against his chest, and he started running his fingers through your hair, wordlessly sharing this earnest moment with one another. Every part of you still hated him, wanted to hurt him for all the pain he'd caused you and the people you cared for, but you could see through your own blinding hatred for the first time in years. The feeling was only temporary, but you savored it for what you could. To be at peace.

"We need to get dressed, can you help me?" You were faintly embarrassed to ask, but your legs were still too shaky to stand on unsupported, and the adrenaline hadn't subsided much either.

"Alright." He whispered, planting a meek kiss at the top of your head.

Neither of you thought too much of it, and Negan helped you dress presentable again. He rolled your tank top down your body and helped slip his blue shirt on you, buttoning a few of the buttons and practically resembling the way he usually wore it. Then he guided your panties back up your legs and hauled your jeans up past your thighs, your palms resting against his shoulders as he bent down to assist you in order to allow you the support you needed to maintain balance. By time he'd helped you dress you were feeling a little better, doing your best to ignore the sure soreness you'd feel in your crotch soon enough. Negan pulled his pants and boxers up from his ankles, pulling his grey tee over his head and dusting off any dust and residue it'd gathered from the floor. His arms were exposed now, but it'd have to do until you found something else for you to cover up with. He was the one who caused this issue in the first place, so rightly he paid the consequences. Now fully dressed you stood opposite one another, gazing in an untold way that only the two of you would ever know the reason behind, and the door opened. Startled you turned to watch the door and had your hand readied over your pistol, Negan too readily raising his crowbar. Relieved both of you lowered your weapons and wary demeanours when Maggie and Elijah supporting a worse for wear Gabriel walked through the door, and you sighed, a smile spreading across your face. You hurried over and threw your arms around Maggie, which she more than happily returned.

"You made it." Maggie leaned back to get a good look at you, sharing a moment with you whilst Gabriel closed the door behind them.

When she noticed the change of shirt, most noticeably the fact that you were wearing Negan's, she glanced over at him, looking back and forth between the two of you.

"What the hell happened to you two?" Maggie exclaimed, both intrigued and concerned.

You opened your mouth to speak and stumbled over your words a little, causing Negan to chime in.

"One of those reaper assholes got the jump on her, and her shirt got messed up. I gave her mine." Negan explained from the other side of the room, the two of you exchanging glances as you silently thanked him for his excuse.

It wasn't a total lie, but he had bent the truth, that was for sure. There had been a tussle with a reaper in question, but you won it indefinitely, and you took cover as a gunshot flew past your head just afterwards. That's when your paths had crossed. Maggie nodded and held your face in her hands, your eyebrow and cheek had gotten busted, and Negan was worse for wear too. You supposed a rough fuck after the chaos you and Negan had gotten out of wasn't the brightest idea, your bones achy and brittle now.

"Let's rest up a little, gather our strength." She suggested and you nodded in agreement.

Maggie went on to explain to you the both fates and unknown whereabouts of the others scattered in the surrounding area, and how those presumably alive were still out there. And so you spoke simply, a sincere suggestion that you were sure everybody but Negan shared a desire to uphold.

"So we wait."

You briefly turned to look at Negan, and you could see how his eyes were faintly narrowed with his disapproval of the idea, but you could care less. And he knew you did too. You were back at each other's throats again, and you couldn't have loved it more.

#the walking dead negan #negan x y/n #negan x you #twd negan #negan smith #here's negan #negan fic #negan smut #the walking dead #negan twd #twd fanfiction #twd fic #the walking dead fanfiction #jeffrey dean morgan

[russosafehaven]

Something’s There

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Content: Fluff, Education Support Reader, Soft!Billy, Career day but Frank and Maria are both busy to Billy comes in for Jr instead

Warnings: None

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @judig92 @snowkestrel

~

Hands filled the air as Mr Russo spoke. You admired the man, what he had became from years of hardship. Questions from the kids came out from every which way. He was the uncle of one of your students, Junior, and it was clear that the boy adored him. As he spoke about his time in the system and how it formed his goals you wished for an ounce of his determination. As Billy finished up the bell rang out and the students all fell silent.

“Alright, that’s class you’re all welcome to leave”

Students packed up and Junior had walked up to you before he left. You smiled quietly giving him some money for lunch as you always did. It wasn’t like Maria and Frank didn’t give him any, but some students stole it from him routinely and the higher ups did nothing. Claiming it was just boys being boys. So you gave him some each day, the young boy being to noble to tell his parents.

“You should ask my Uncle Billy out, I saw how you were looking at him”

With that the boy walked off with his bag in tow. All the parents and caregivers who had come in had now left, yet Billy hadn’t. Your eyes met with his as he walked over to your desk. A small clutter of papers, packed lunch and small trinkets from your students decorating the wood.

“What can I help you with Mr Russo?”

You tried to keep your eyes off of him, not wanting to overstep. He was your students uncle, not a piece of meat. No matter how delectable he looked.

“Is it normal for teachers to pay their students?”

He smiled and you rolled your eyes at his tone. Gesturing to a chair Billy took a seat. Dragging your lunch over to you, you opened it. Digging in while thinking of what to say.

“Junior’s been getting bullied by some kids. I’ve told the principal but he hasn’t done anything, so when his lunch money gets stolen I give him some. He’s a sweet kid, smart, creative. He’s going places. I’ve tried to tell him to tell his parents but he’s stubborn. Tells me that he can handle it. It’s not a lie that he can but I’m just worried it’s going to advance. There’s only so much I can do to help out but because he’s not in imminent physical danger I could lose my job if I go directly to his parents”

You dropped your fork and let out a heavy sigh. It was only a year ago you were teaching his older sister, Lisa, before she went to high school. So now he doesn’t have the protection from a sibling.

“I’ll see if I can talk to him. His dads mighty stubborn as well”

You smiled and he leaned back in his chair. The room was large enough for around 25 students as well as the teacher and yourself. The teachers desk was in the centre front while you were off to the left. You helped run most classes like this as the teacher, Mr Orson, didn’t like it.

“Well I’ve met his mother and she’s a saint, so I’d be concerned if it was from her”

You laughed quietly and Billy responded. Not a fake pity laugh, but a genuine one. A smile crossed your face as you looked at him.

“So how’d you get into the education support line of work?”

The door creaked open and you saw Junior poke his head through. When he saw Billy he gave you a thumbs up and left.

“One of my foster parents was an ES member, she used to take me to volunteer with her. I loved it, helping the younger kids. Killer leg workout too with all the laminating I do. In all honesty I struggled pretty severely when I was a teenager. Helping the kids made me feel happy and content. So I decided to follow in her path. Now I’m here, subject to the misogyny in the workspace but I’ve got my kids and I love ‘em”

He nods as you talk. As you take another bite of you lunch he spots something in your desk, picking it up to examine it. It’s a little army figure that Junior had given you. A sniper to be exact.

“Huh, Junior’s missing one of his snipers”

The statement from Billy causes you to snort. Instantly you apologise but Billy’s laughing at you.

“It’s actually Junior’s. He uh, gave it to me after I had gotten mugged. Told me the sniper would protect me no matter where I was, just like his uncle protected his dad overseas. Gotta say meeting you it makes a lot more sense”

He places the finger down and faces it towards you. You pick it up and roll it around in your hands a few times. Billy looks at you with dark eyes, watching as you place it back down. Leaning back in your chair comfortably.

“Do you want to get a drink with me?”

You choke on your food and he retracts his statement. Quickly you shut down any hesitations. Trying to gain your breath back before you say anything.

“No no no it’s okay. It was just unexpected and when Junior came for his lunch money he actually told me I should go on a date with you”

As you speak Billy stands up, walking over to the door and opening it. Behind the door stands a flustered Junior. He walks in, realising he’s been caught. You shake your head as he comes to sit down in the sit Billy once was.

“Mind explaining?”

Billy asks, leaning against your desk. Junior fidgets around before answering. Neither you or Billy are mad and it’s evident. The kids comfortable with both of you, he knows you well and he knows he isn’t in trouble. You’re both just wondering why he’s done this.

“Well my Uncle Billy is always alone and I thought maybe if he had someone he’d feel less sad. Plus it’d be really cool if you were my aunt so I may have asked my ma and pa to say they were busy so that Uncle Billy could come in. It obviously worked you two seem comfortable around each other”

Billy claps him on the back and you’re left open jawed. You knew Junior was intelligent, you’d seen it before. Not only in academics but his social capabilities. To know that you’re meeting with the attractive CEO had been masterminded by an 11 year old left you shocked.

“I’ll say this kid, you’re definitely your fathers son”

The three of you sat for the rest of the lunch break chatting. Junior was happy to be with his favourite ES member and his favourite Uncle. With every anecdote shared you found yourself longing to be apart of their lives, more than just an acquaintance and superior.

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #the punisher imagine #billy russo fluff #the punisher #x reader

[ventingfanfics]

Best Date Ever (Shuri x Reader)

Maybe engineering wasn’t Shuri’s only talent. She was also decent at acting. Every time you two were around each other, she managed to keep her cool, despite internally squealing. Riri, Okoye, M’Baku, and Nakia were the only ones aware of her true feelings. And they teased her accordingly. You recently started working at the lab as a paid internship while you went to school. According to Shuri’s sources, you were a player. Okay, so not officially. You were very charming and easy to get along which garnered a lot of suitors. There was only one person, however, who had your interest. 

“Hey princess, I like your kicks,” You said. It was getting late, which explained why many of the staff were proceeding to leave the lab. You were in no rush. Sometimes you didn’t mind staying late if it meant tomorrow would be easier for you. Plus, it meant you got to spend more time with Shuri. “You should let me borrow them.”

“I don’t think we wear the same size,” Shuri replied.

“Where’d you get ‘em from? Maybe we can go to the store and you can help me find a pair.”

“I got these online.”

Anyone else would probably be a little annoyed, but you just grinned. “Doesn’t mean I have to. Come on, Shuri, put me on. Where do you get your fashions? Unless you design them all.”

“Pretty much,” she said with a smirk and gestured around at some of her creations. 

You pretended to think, though you did wonder the answer to your next question. “What would it take to get you to design some gear for me?”

Shuri cracked a smile, and you mentally fist-pumped. She controlled her laugh. “Let’s see…maybe not being an intern.”

“Ouch. Ice Princess it is, then, huh?”

She folded her arms, looking you up and down, as if saying “and what about it?”

You sighed. “Well, that was unsuccessful.”

Shuri laughed and watched as you packed up your bag. Unbeknownst to you, the look in her eyes became longing. You looked up, ready to say bye, and you saw her quickly avert her eyes. She cleared her throat. 

You raised an eyebrow and looked on, amused. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow…”

“Mhm. You will.”

“Tomorrow’s a long time, though. Why are you rolling your eyes? I mean it, Shuri.”

“I know you tell all the girls this.”

“No, just the ones I’m attracted to. And there’s only one person occupying that space.”

Shuri’s heart raced at the boldness of your words and gaze. You stepped close to her and she stiffened like a board, except for her trembling hands. 

“What’s wrong, pretty?” You asked, concerned.

She refused to look at you, but you stopped that by grasping her jaw. 

“N-nothing,” she answered, solemnly peering at you. 

“Doesn’t seem like nothing, princess.” You separated from her only to sit on her desk and sit her in between your legs.

She blushed. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Yes, you are.”

She battled a smile, meanwhile you happily showed yours with ease. She sighed, leaning back against you, which made your heart swell. You wanted to hold this moment. The two of you stayed like this until she thought someone was coming. At that, she budged and went around to her desk, busying herself.

You laughed lowly, shaking your head at the engineer. “Princess, you’re grown.”

She gave you a look. “Duh, Y/N.”

“So, why did you scramble away like you got caught stealing?”

“Maybe if you didn’t have the reputation you have, I would be more relaxed,” she said in defense. 

“And what reputation is that?” You asked, though you were sure you knew the answer. You had suspected that some kind of fear was holding Shuri back. You just weren’t sure what the fear stemmed from.

“Really, Y/N? You’re going to sit there and pretend you don’t know people call you a player.”

“So that makes it true?”

Cat got her tongue.

“I just don’t want to get hurt,” she admitted quietly. Even though you were offended, you wanted to hug her right now. You knew she’d been through a lot. Her heart was probably in a very fragile state. “But that doesn’t mean I should judge you without getting to know you.”

You smiled. “Does that mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

~~

Shuri laughed when your destination turned out to be a sneaker store. 

“I promise this is a small part of the date,” You told her. 

She didn’t say anything, just amusedly walked inside the store, looking around. You were amazed at how quickly she found the very pair of sneakers you were interested in. They were a nice replica of Shuri’s pair, though she had made her own customizations. 

“Try them on,” she said and waited for you to do so. You felt warm at her treating you like you were her child, asking you how they fit and if they were comfortable. “Do you like them?”

You confirmed that you did and she nodded, walking off to go pay for them despite your protests. 

“What do you say?” She asked teasingly as you left the store. 

“Thank you, princess.”

“You welcome. Mine are still better, though.” 

Next, you took her to a tattoo parlor. She had recently mentioned at the lab that she was planning to get another tattoo. By the widening of her eye and parted lips, you knew she was surprised that you knew. 

You encouraged her to squeeze your hand. She insisted that it was no thang. She would go on to squeeze your hand, however, reasoning that she was rusty because it had “been a while.” 

“Are you gonna get one?” She asked, smiling.

You told her you’d think about it. “It’s not about me tonight,” You said in her ear and you could see a big smile spread on her face. 

When you arrived a fondue restaurant, Shuri failed to contain a giggle. 

“Why do you keep laughing, woman? Are you trying to crush my ego?”

Shuri’s amusement turned into a side-eye. “First of all, Y/N, no one should have that kind of power over you. And second, I’m laughing because I feel like a kid again.” She smiled.

“I get it.” 

She kissed your cheek and pulled you to follow the usher who led you both to your table. Dinner was a hit and not just because of the food. Shuri wasn’t just beauty and brains, she was easy to talk to and banter with. You decided you could probably talk to her all night and truly not get bored.

“What was your first impression of me?” You asked. 

“Oh,” she said and you both shared a soft laugh. She stared at you deeply. “I thought you were…hmm…” She stroked her jaw. 

“You thought I was a player, apparently.”

“No, you right, I did. But I thought you were nice, smart, and a baddie.”

You smiled widely. “Oh, I’m a baddie?”

She conveniently sipped her drink. 

“I thought you were all of those things…and…” You paused for dramatic effect.

“And?” She pressed.

“A little stuck-up. Just a smidge.” You made the gesture with your thumb and pointer. “At least towards me. But I like it.”

She rolled her eyes. “I am not stuck-up, Y/N.”

“Just a little smidgington. Come on, you know you’re sassy.”

“I disagree, I’m just clever.”

“That too. You’re all of those things, and I’m not mad. You have every right to be, with your fine princessy ass.”

She struggled not to laugh. “Y/N!” 

You chortled, pleased with her reaction as she held her stomach, doing the silent kind of cracking up. She got up and sat next to you, grabbing your face. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Hopefully something…nah, let me stop.” You held off from saying something inappropriate. Shuri was flustered as it was, though she clearly entertained by it. 

“What do you want to do to me?” You questioned softly. Oh, you thought, noticing her stare harden. And before you knew it, she tightened her grip, kissing you firmly. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, leaning her forehead to yours. She didn’t mean to kiss you roughly. She wanted you to like her kiss. You opted to encourage her physically. You stroked her forearm before softly and slowly molding your lips together once more. Craving more, Shuri leaned closer to you, enabling you to feel her body warmth. Your name never sounded better, courtesy of her mouth. “Y/N…”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, kissing her neck. She looked so blissed out. It was beautiful. 

She gripped your thigh as if for relief. Her breathing picked up when your neck kisses progressed into sucks. You marveled at her sensitivity, which was also surely heightened by being in a public place. You wanted her so bad you didn’t care. But you could’t have y’all go out like that. She whined a little when you ended your efforts to give her a love bite. 

“Sssh, we can continue this at my place, if you want, only if you want to,” You assured her. You meant this, too. It was up to her to decide if she wanted to proceed. You wanted her to be completely sure. 

After fighting over who would pay the bill, you both agreed to split the check. You don’t know what came over Shuri, but when you reached the car, she restrained your wrists, launching another make out session.

This was the best date ever.

#shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri imagine #shuri x woc!reader #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri x you

[leggerefiore]

cw: April Fools, implied poly (Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader),

You stared at the twin that stood in front of you with heavy scrutinisation. The uniform may have been one of a dark coat, cap, and shoes, but you felt suspicious that the answer was not so clear. A running prank for those two always reared its head on the first of every April. You were determined to call them out and prove yourself as able to see through their ruse. It should have been easy. You were more than intimately familiar with both of the twins' behaviour, after all.

The Subway Boss's eyes landed on you as he held his clipboard in his hands. Some paperwork was on it alongside a memo. That seemed like Ingo enough. You focused on what hand was then holding the clipboard. His right. Narrowing your eyes, you felt more convinced. Emmet was left-handed. It would be more natural for him to hold a board in that hand. He sighed and shook his head. “Dearest, whatever are you doing?” The question hung in the air.

“… I was thinking of visiting a bakery,” you tried, “Do you want to join me on your lunch break? They also sell sandwiches.”

The Subway Boss agreed.

~

You observed carefully as he examined the sandwiches closely. His hand drifted between a few, but you could not see his face. You wondered if his eye drifted to the sweets at all. Eventually, he seemed to settle on one and picked it up. You were unable to read it as he quickly let it be packed into the bag. Could it have been a jam one? You needed to know. Ingo would go for something either spicy or healthy, while Emmet would go something sweet or savoury.

You could tell that he intended to eat it later and wanted to just the rest of his break with you. His manner of speaking and even his stride seemed Ingo's own. It did not seem possible, however. The slip-up with the clipboard made you feel certain. Grasping his hand, you had an idea.

The office was mostly empty as you slipped inside with him. Food was just placed on the desk before you pulled him in for a deep kiss. His lips moved against yours perfectly, a sense of familiarity and knowledge apparent. Arms even unconsciously locked around your waist. The kiss lasted for but a moment. The Subway Boss's hands suddenly pushed you away, looking away, flustered. You blinked.

Oh. That was not an Emmet reaction at all.

“D-dearest,” he stuttered as he readjusted his tie, “… I can't during a shift.” That was precisely what Ingo would say.

Yet… You still were not convinced. He still kissed back originally.

“… You grabbed a strawberry jam sandwich, didn't you!” you told him, “Nice try, Em, but you can't fool me.”

You nearly felt ready to jump out of your skin when his face suddenly twisted into a smile. His eyes were lidded as he placed a finger to his lips.

“Verrry good, darling,” he nodded, “… Mmm. You deserve a reward, yep!”

You were now aware of how this lunch break was going to go.

(Emmet demanded to know what gave him away in the aftermath.)

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima

[biteforblood]

[ SKINCARE HCS #1 ] the shaw pack.

✶ notes : gn!reader, domestic silly fluff, 1.0k

angel + david

i feel like people expect david to not have a skincare routine outside of like splashing water on his face and calling it good. and, like…yeah, he’s done that, but! i think those people are respectfully wong

one, that’s more asher than david. and two, though his routine isn’t as…extensive as milo’s is, david still has somewhat of a process, short and simple as it may be

he’s got face wash that angel helped pick out specifically for his skin; one that won’t irritate or dry his face out, isn’t an uncomfortable texture or feeling, and isn’t too pricey. they also helped him find a light lotion to put on afterwards on the off chance his skin still does kind of dry out because i feel like he has kinda sensitive skin

sometimes, when he’s too tired, he’ll let them apply both the face wash and lotion for him and only grumble a little bit ( if not doze off because his day was so long and their touch is so nice and gentle and— hm? no, he’s awake )

with a bit of pleading and wearing down, angel can convince him some nights to do a nose strip or face mask with them. now, getting him to take pictures with the strip or face mask on is a whole different and much harder story

whenever they can manage to, angel does cute poses while david mostly furrows his brows and pouts frowns, then they’ll add cute and stickers over top. they don’t really posts or share any of the photos — partially because he’s prefer they don’t, but also because they like to have it as something for just their eyes only

and before you ask, no, he will not be putting on a fluffy animal headband, there is no budging him. angel would have to physically fight this literal wolf of a man; it’s either a black hair tie, plain headband, or his hair is down and in the way, but absolutely no fluffy animal headband……unless they pout hard enough, then maybe

baaabe + asher

like i said above, asher is the one who splashes his face a few times with tap water, pats dry with a hand towel, then calls it good. and baaabe is lowkey appalled cause…sir??? no???

what’s kind of funny about it is his skin is relatively clear despite doing absolutely nothing to keep it clean and moisturized ( hand over your non-existent routine and secrets, pet ‘em in the bag, right now )

another hc of mine that makes it even funnier is i also like to hc that asher had really bad cystic acme when he was younger, which you can see scars from if ya look close enough. he still does get some acne on his face — along with his back and shoulders — but it’s not nearly as severe

despite his complete lack of any skincare at all, he will gladly plop down on top of the countertop or toilet and watch baaabe do theirs. he’ll hand them whatever it is they need — wash, cream or lotion, towel, wipe, face mask, pore strip, it is in their hand without even having to ask or reach for it, asher is on it

he’s talking the whole time about anything and everything under the sun. it could be about either of their work or coworkers, it could be his all time favorite topic of gossip, it could be plans for tomorrow or the upcoming week, doesn’t matter what, he’s talking

unlike david who has to be lovingly forced to wear a fluffy animal headband, asher is the one who not only puts it on willingly, but bought both himself and baaabe ones to wear, you can decide what color and animal it is, he would literally wear any of them :)

sweetheart + milo ( + aggro )

milo is the one who has the twenty step skincare routine /hj

and, honestly, not just hum, but sweetheart too. like angel did for david, milo was with sweetheart through every step of the process : what to buy, what products to use, what steps to do in what order, literally every. single. step

despite how complex it is for them to do, this is sweetheart and his way to relax after a long day, this is how they wind down before bed. it’s not just because it’s cleaning off the dirt and sweat and exhaustion, it’s also the tender and domesticity of it ( same goes for showers, but that’s not our focus )

yet another couple who loves to do each other routines for…well…each other. similarly, on the days that are especially draining, they’ll shorten it down to the arguably most important steps — quick wash, pat dry with a soft towel, some lotion. and if on the rare occasion that is too much, then they’ll do a face mask and call it good for the night

now, when it comes to the fluffy animal headband, i feel like milo is 50 / 50 on it. he’s got tons pf headbands and hair ties and whatnot to keep his hair back, and, yes, one of them is a fluffy animal headband, but unless sweetheart wears theirs, he likely won’t choose it out of all the other options

i can’t decide if they have all the bottles and jars and rollers and whatnot spread out on the countertop or stored equally as nicely away in a medicine cabinet

because the first allows the funny thought of someone going to use the master bathroom ( cause you know these two have a master + guest bathroom ) and seeing all of it and being like :O

that, and aggro hopping onto the countertop of which he knows he should not be on and pawing at everything, only for one of them to fix it, only for aggro to then again mess with it

speaking of aggro, that little stinker loves to sit in the bathroom with milo and sweetheart to watch them do their routines before bed. when he’s particularly impatient or tired, he’ll rub against their legs, meowing and crying for them to hurry it up already

© biteforblood. please do not translate, repost, or redistribute in any way on any platform.

#[ ✶ . blood loss ] #[ ✶ . time with a shifter ] #redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted baaabe #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted shaw pack

[sequinsmile-x]

Waiting Room - Chapter 4

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered. 

Emily's life changes forever when her parents are killed. Aaron just needs a job after his marriage breaks down and he answers an ad for a private security guard. If only the young woman he'd been hired to look after wasn't entirely resistant to his presence.

A Young Hotchniss AU

-x-

Hi friends!!

I am genuinely blown away by the reaction to this fic - thank you so so much!! I really hope you like this chapter, and as always please let me know what you think!

Final chapter will be up in the next day or so!

-x-

Warnings: Full list of warnings on the Master List

Words: 3k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“I’m bored.” 

Aaron smiles as he looks at her across the table, raising his eyebrow at her, “We’ve been here 20 minutes. And you’re the one who wanted to come here to study.” 

She groans, leaning back in her chair, “Because I thought if I spent any more time in the home office I’d go insane,” she scrunches her nose up, “The security cam feeds annoy me.” 

His smile only gets wider, her distaste for the security cameras, and the televisions set up in the office that had once been her father's, something she had made very clear, “Really? You never mentioned it.” 

She glares at him playfully and shakes her head, her eyes drifting back down to her books in front of her, “Careful, otherwise I might get too into all of this studying and not have any time for personal fun later.” 

He smirks, “Please sweetheart, you’re incorrigible,” he says, leaning in closer his hand just skimming past hers, a satisfied smile flitting across his face as she shivers from the barely their touch, “You enjoy the personal fun just as much as I do.” 

She laughs and shakes her head, her mouth open to respond, but she’s stopped, frozen in place as her eyes meet familiar ones across the library, icy blue and stark. 

Eyes that had haunted her for years. 

Everything disappears. The smell of Aaron’s cologne and the old books on the table between them is replaced with gunfire and the metallic scent of blood. She clenches her fists, hoping that the feel of her nails digging into her palms will bring her back to herself, but it doesn’t. She goes numb, fear spreading through her blood like ice, freezing her from the inside out. 

“Em?” 

She jumps as Aaron touches her hand, pulling her back to herself, forcing a shuddering breath from her lungs. She blinks, and the man is gone, disappearing behind the other people walking around the library. It’s overwhelming, everything loud as her senses kick back in, her chest full of fear, making it hard to breathe. 

“We need to go.” She breathes out, standing up, her hands shaking as she gathers her books and laptop. 

Any concern that Aaron may have had when he saw her freeze, a type of fear in her eyes he’d only seen once when she’d woken up from a nightmare on the night that changed their relationship forever, increases when he sees how panicked she is. He stands up and stops her frantic movements, his hands on her shoulders as he forces her to look at him. 

“What’s going on?” He asks, cupping her cheek, his thumb delicate against her skin. She swallows thickly and bites her lip, looking around to see if anyone is watching them and she shakes her head. 

“Can we please just go?” She asks desperately, a tension in her voice he doesn’t think he’s ever heard before, “I’ll tell you in the car.” 

He fights against all his instincts as he nods, briefly looking around them as he tries to figure out what she’s seen, “Okay,” he says, smiling softly at her as he leans forward and kisses her forehead, “I’ll pack this up for you.” 

She flashes him a smile and steps closer to him, not wanting any space between them as he finishes packing up her bag for her. She’s grateful that he moves quickly, swinging her bag over his shoulder as he leads her out of the library, crowding her against his side, the tension in her body still evident. 

She’s in the car the second he unlocks it, sinking into the passenger seat as she tries to breathe, her hand pressed firmly against her sternum as she tries to calm herself down, her eyes screwed closed. She doesn’t even hear the door open as Aaron climbs in, only aware he’s joined her when he places his hand on her thigh, the familiar weight of his palm enough to calm her just a little. 

“I saw him in the library,” she says, clearing her throat as her voice shakes.

“Who?” He asks, squeezing her leg, “Who did you see?” 

She opens her eyes and looks at him, grateful when he doesn’t acknowledge the tear that slips down her cheek.

“The man who killed my parents.” 

___

Aaron calls Derek the moment they make it back to the house. 

Emily is on edge, her thumbnail in between her teeth when Derek arrives to talk to them. His familiarity with Aaron makes her curious as Aaron leads them all to the living room. 

“I had the tech team look at CCTV from the library, and cross-matched it with images from the night your parents were killed,” Derek says as he sits down opposite them, his eyes fixed on how Emily grabs Aaron’s hand, something she does without thinking. He pulls a picture out of his pocket and slips it over the coffee table between them, and her eyes go wide, “We believe this is the man you saw in the library today?”

Emily nods, her heart in her stomach as she stares at the photo, “Yes, that’s him.” 

“This name is Ian Doyle,” Derek says, and she looks back up at him, furrowing her brows as he carries on explaining, as if he hadn’t just given her the name of the man who had haunted her dreams for years, “He’s a mid-level dealer in illegal weapons,” Derek looks back and forth between Emily and Aaron, “Our conclusion right now is that your parents were targeted because of their stance on tightening gun laws.” 

“There were two men there that night,” Emily says, biting the inside of her cheek, “What about the other guy?”

“He was likely one of Doyle’s men,” Derek answers, “He rarely works alone.” 

Aaron glances at Emily, his heart aching at the look on her face, the devastation painted across her features as if her old wounds had just been torn open, a cavity in her abdomen as she struggled to breathe. 

“How did no one ever put it together before?” Aaron asks, looking over at Derek, his thumb skating back and forth over the heel of Emily’s hand, “And what about the flowers?” 

“I’ve checked his file,” Derek says, shrugging, “He’s got a flair for the dramatic, likes to taunt victims and family members,” he sighs, “And nothing sticks to this guy. Officially, according to records, he wasn’t even in the country when your parents were shot,” he looks at Aaron, “It’s helpful to have had the head start from when you called a few weeks ago, it means we could get ahead of this.” 

Aaron’s breath catches in his throat as Emily tenses next to him, her gaze burning into the side of his face as she turns to look at him. He clears his throat and stands up, offering his hand out to Derek, “Thank you for coming to explain everything, Derek, I’ll call if anything else happens.” 

Derek narrows his eyes curiously at the sudden change in atmosphere, his friend’s clear attempt to get rid of him quickly, but then he sees the look on Emily’s face, the barely contained fury, and he stands up, shaking Aaron’s hand. 

“I’ll check in tomorrow,” he says, smiling tightly at his friend before he leaves the sound of the front door closing a few seconds later echoes throughout the house. 

Aaron stands still, his back to Emily, as the silence around them becomes suffocating. It’s only a few seconds before she speaks, but it feels like a lifetime.

“What did he mean when he said you called a few weeks ago?” 

He turns to look at her and he sighs at the look on her face, her eyes hard in a way they hadn’t been since they first met. He steps towards her, ready to sit next to her again, but she stands up, her arms crossed over her chest as she puts space between them. 

“I…” he drifts off, clearing his throat as he tries to gather himself, still blown away by her ability to fluster him in a way no one else had ever been able to do so before, “I asked him to look into your parent’s case a few weeks ago,” he says, clenching his hands at his sides so he doesn’t reach out for her, something he’s sure will make this worse, “I was just trying to help.” 

“I didn’t ask for your help,” she says, not fully understanding the anger burning her from the inside out, the betrayal making her skin itch, “This has nothing to do with you.” 

“Nothing to do with me…” he says, scoffing as he trails off, shaking his head as he steps closer, “Emily, you’re stuck in place. Frozen. You told me yourself you feel like you’re still in that goddamn alley. I was trying to help as your-”

“As my what?” She asks, cutting him off fiercely, “My fuck buddy? My employee? The guy who was hired to stop this exact thing from happening.” 

He feels fury bubbling in his stomach at how she degrades whatever it was they had between them, “Don’t do that. It’s more than that, and you know it.” 

She shakes her head at him, stepping closer and pointing at him, her finger so close it comes into contact with his chest, “You don’t get to make these decisions for me,” she says, clenching her teeth, “I’ve spent my whole life having people make decisions for me,” she scoffs and shakes her head, “Dave even hired you without talking to me,” she presses her lips together and shakes her head, “I trusted you.” 

She leaves before he can say anything else, running up the stairs to her bedroom, ignoring him as he calls after her. She locks her bedroom door behind her, hoping he’ll take it as a hint to leave her alone. She sits on the edge of the bed and leans forward, her elbows on her knees as she blows out a breath, painful as it shudders out of her chest. 

“Damn it,” she mutters to herself, wiping tears from her cheeks as she shakes her head. Everything had gone south so quickly, her life once again torn out from under her just as she was back on even footing. 

She sits there until the sun sets, listening as Aaron walks around the house, finally heading into a room she knows is the home office, the squeak of the door an immediate giveaway. She gets changed for bed, her pjyamas and everything smelling like Aaron, the scent of him seemingly imprinted on everything. 

She hugs the pillow that had become his to her chest, burying her face in it, hoping it can trick her brain into letting her relax enough to sleep, something she hadn’t done without him by her side since that first night. 

___

She wakes up to the sound of a gunshot. 

At first, she thinks she’s dreaming, that she was on the tail-end of a nightmare she’d had so many times it had almost become comforting, an old friend she wasn’t sure what she’d do without. 

She hadn’t slept well. She was frustratingly used to Aaron sleeping next to her, to his warm and heavy arm over her as he curled behind her, his broad chest to her back. He’d made her feel safe for the first time in years and it had nothing to do with what he’d been hired for. She was still angry at him, furious about what felt like a violation of her trust, but she also knew he was a good man. He’d proven himself time and time again in the time she’d known him. 

Anything he did, however misguided, she knew he did it for her. 

She’s thinking about seeking him out. About going to his room, sneaking into bed next to him and falling back asleep. She could figure out the rest in the morning, think about what to say to him, how to move forward with this complicated thing they’d built around themselves.

She hears a crash down the hall, the sound of glass hitting the ground, forcing her to sit up in bed. 

She thinks of the gunshot again, how it had sounded different to normal. The usual echo as it reverberated around the alley missing, the grunt of her father as he was hit - the last sound he ever made. 

She hadn’t been dreaming. Someone was in the house. 

She scrambles out of bed, any last remnants of sleep immediately pushed away. She all but stumbles to the door and she stops, giving herself a moment to breathe in, to try and calm herself so she can stay as quiet as possible. 

Her hand doesn’t shake as she reaches for the door handle, a sense of determination she hadn’t felt in years sparking under her skin, the feeling of irritation that someone was doing this, that they were still doing this to her, overtaking any fear. She slips out of her room and keeps close to the wall in the hallway, grateful for once that her parents had chosen solid dark colours throughout the house, creating shadows that were her friends for once, not her captors.

She presses herself against the wall tightly when she hears footsteps receding, getting quieter as they move away. They weren’t Aaron’s familiar ones and fear climbs up her throat again before she swallows it back down.

She needed to make it to Aaron’s room. 

She doesn’t make it there. 

She covers her mouth to smother a gasp as she turns the corner, the sight of Aaron crumpled on the ground in front of the home office making her freeze in place. He was clutching his side, the blood on the floor next to him visible even in the low light. She walks over as quickly as she can without making much noise, settling on the ground next to him, her hand gentle on his cheek. She’s grateful when she can see he’s breathing, albeit laboured, and she smiles shakily at him when he looks at her. 

“He’s here,” he says, his voice ragged, rough as he tries to hide how much pain he’s in, his breath catching in his chest, his entire body on fire. “I saw him on the cameras,” he says, an apology edging into his voice and she shakes her head, shushing him, “I tried to-”

“It’s okay,” she says, smiling in a way she hopes is reassuring, “Can you stand up?”

He shakes his head, and he barely hides a grunt as he reaches for his gun, pressing it into her hand, “I told him your room is on the other side of the house I bought you some time but not much. You have to go.” 

She frowns, furrowing her brow together as she shakes her head, “No, I can’t leave you here.” 

He places his hand over hers on his cheek, squeezing tightly, “You have to. I can’t move, or at least not in a way that wouldn’t slow you down-”

“Aaron-”

“Go,” he says firmly, his hand tight around hers, “The police are on the way, I tripped the silent alarm. Just get out of here, sweetheart. And take the gun,” he offers her a half smile, “Good thing I taught you how to shoot.” 

She hates it. She doesn’t want to leave him here, not when he was hurt, his blood sticky on the ground beneath her knees, glueing her pyjama pants to her skin. She’s going to argue with him again, tell him they can get him out, that she’d carry him down the damn stairs if she had to, but then she hears a noise down the hall and he squeezes her hand tightly, with more strength that she thought he’d have, and she knows she has to go. She looks at him, her lips pressed together as everything she’d spent months not knowing how to say lodges itself in her chest. For a moment she almost says it, almost lets the three words she’d been denying were true for weeks free, but she stops herself. 

She’d tell him later. When they were both safe. 

She leans forward and stamps a fierce kiss against his lips, smiling tightly when she pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against his, “Don’t die on me. I’d be really pissed.” 

He huffs out a chuckle and it hurts, makes his entire body seize as she shushes him. He nods, “I’ll do my best,” he says, not wanting to make a promise he can’t keep. He smiles at her, leaning forward to stamp a kiss against her lips so he stops himself from saying he loves her, knowing now wasn’t the time, and then he pulls back, “Go.” 

She nods and she stands up, her grasp tight on the gun he’d pressed into her hand as she walks away as quietly as she can. He nods at her when she looks back, a look on his face that he hopes is reassuring before she disappears from view. 

The house is quiet as he sits there, his palm sticky with his own blood as every breath feels like a knife to his chest. A repeated blow that taunted him, stole the breath from his lungs. All he can hear is his own laboured breathing, his attempts to hear anything else failing. 

He starts to feel sleepy, his eyes drifting shut as the edges of his vision start to blur, his head fuzzy as he fails to shake it off. He’s about to give in, the pull of sleep too strong to ignore, but then he’s pulled out of it by a single gunshot that rings throughout the house. 

-x-

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Creeksbrey Palace | Umbrage, SimDonia | 4 Days Before the Wedding

Grayson: Wow, you look beautiful!

Olivia: You think so? It's not... too much?

Grayson: Not at all. It only makes me want to punch every guy who's gonna see you a little bit.

Olivia laughs: Thanks, this outfit was your cousins' idea. I had to... modify it a bit.

Grayson: Ahh, makes sense. Well, I think you look great. I am one lucky groom.

Olivia: And I'm the luckiest bride! So, have you found out where your brother's taking you?

Grayson: Nope and I'm terrified.

Olivia laughs: Why?

Grayson: Because you know my brother. I say I want to do something lowkey, but lowkey for him is renting out half the club instead of the whole thing.

Gianni: Pshh. You couldn't hang at the clubs I attend, big bro.

Grayson: And... I'm sure I wouldn't want to.

Jennifer: Trust me, his clubbing days are long gone, anyway.

Gianni: Mhm. Dude, are you ready to go or what?

Grayson: I mean, I guess? You didn't give me much to go on. "Dress down and clear the next two days" is all your text said.

Gianni: And that's all you need to know. Leave the rest up to your best man.

Grayson: That's what I'm afraid of...

Olivia: You're going to take good care of my fiancé, right?

Gianni: Of course, Olivia! You can count on me. I will bring this man right back to you in one piece all ready to walk down that alter! You look great, by the way. Very bridal.

Olivia: Thanks. Am I sensing sarcasm?

Gianni: No, not at all. You're sensing nothing but upcoming responsible fun to be had.

Olivia: Okay... I'm trusting you, Gianni. Should we get going, Jennifer?

Jennifer: Let's do it!

Gianni: Have a good time, beautiful. Don't hurt 'em to hard in that dress.

Jennifer laughs: I'll try. You have fun, too, babe.

Olivia: Text me when you get there. Try to have a good time, okay?

Grayson: I'll try. You too, baby. Love you.

Olivia: Love you, too!

Gianni: Dude, tell me you're ready for an epic bachelor weekend.

Grayson: If I say yes, can I get a hint at least?

Gianni: Fine.

Grayson: Then, yes, I'm ready.

Gianni: Good, because your bags are already packed and loaded. We've got a drive ahead, my friend. There's your hint. Let's go.

Grayson: Alright, still scared, but intrigued. Let's go.

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Dog Days Are Over

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“It’s weird, dontcha think?” Rocket asked softly. “Can’t remember the last time it felt so good around here.”

“Yes.” Nebula paused, then looked down at her lap. “I hope…you are feeling it, too.”

--

Rocket was trying to process a lot all at once, and it sort of felt like his head was going to explode. Everything was the same and different all at once. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with it all.

While walking around aimlessly, he found Gamora waiting in the hangar for the Ravagers to arrive, lacing up her boots. He knew she’d probably prefer if he just kept walking and left her alone, but if he were being honest, he knew he’d regret saying nothing before she left. Huffing a sigh, he stopped, not too close to her but not too far.

“Hey. Cool shoes you got there.”

She looked up, her hair framing her face, the face that had once belonged to someone he called a friend, but not anymore. Much to his surprise, instead of ignoring him, she cleared her throat and finished tying her laces, then sat back to look at him. “Thanks. How are you feeling?”

“Me? Oh. I’m great. Yeah. Feels like things are settlin’, y’know?” He wasn’t sure if he really believed it himself, but he had to at least try. She nodded.

“That’s good.”

They regarded each other for a moment, and Rocket had to try really hard not to reminisce. God, he felt like Quill. He looked away, shaking his head. “Look, uh…I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. You didn’t have to help me and you did. So…thanks.”

Perhaps as surprised as he was that he had thanked her, she blinked and looked away, shrugging a shoulder. It seemed like she wasn’t going to respond until she looked down at her lap. “I’m…glad you made it,” she said softly, belatedly meeting his gaze. “You have a lot of people that care about you.”

He felt his eyes prick, and he had to avert his gaze to hide it. “Yeah, well. I ain’t done with the galaxy yet.” When he forced himself to look back at her, she was watching him curiously. “I know you found a place with the Ravagers, but you’ll always have a home here, too. Just, uh…just wanted to put that out there.”

Gamora seemed surprised by that. A slight smile pulled at her lips. “I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you.”

“All right. Safe travels, and all that. Don’t let any of ‘em kill each other.”

Through a chuckle, she shook her head. “No promises.”

That reminded him of the Gamora he knew. He gave her one more smile, turning to go as he watched Nebula and Peter approach. Before they could see him, he walked away, hoping that he’d see her again someday.

***

Not for the first time in his life, Rocket was relieved to hear quiet humming coming from down the hall. Attaching the Zune to his hip, he walked slowly and quietly toward the source, resisting the urge to hum along to the tune that was being sung in favor of keeping the quiet for a few moments longer.

Carefully, he moved to stand in the doorway, leaning against it, watching Peter pack up his things. His back was to the door as he crumpled up some shirts and threw them into a bag, his head bopping. His humming was quiet this time, under his breath like he didn’t want to disturb anyone.

Rocket detached the Zune from his hip, holding it up, and finally broke the quiet with a smile on his face. “Don’t ya think you’d like ‘Do You Realize’ better with the actual music?”

Peter jumped, whirling around with a hand over his heart. “Jesus! You scared me.”

“Obviously. Look at your face. You got that dumb expression on it again.” He stepped forward, holding the Zune out to him. Maybe not in the mood to debate it, or deciding it wasn’t worth it to get offended over that comment, Peter took the device, noticing that Rocket had already queued up the song he’d been humming. The corner of his mouth twitched upward as he pressed play, letting the song play quietly as he tossed it onto his bed.

“…You okay?”

The question caught Rocket off guard. He scoffed, looking away for a moment. Physically, he’d recovered completely. Everything else, he wasn’t quite sure - but it wasn’t like he was about to admit all that to Peter Quill of all people. “Yeah. I’m good. Never thought I’d be takin’ care of a dozen baby raccoons, though.”

Peter snorted, folding a shirt up against his chest. “I’m so glad you’ve finally realized what you are.”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Star Munch. I still won’t answer to it when it comes from you.”

“And I won’t answer to Star Munch.”

Though there was usually some kind of hostility in this type of teasing, it wasn’t present right now. Rocket rubbed the back of his neck, deciding to voice the real reason he’d come to Peter’s room. A small grin pulled at his lips as he crossed his arms, leaning sideways against the doorframe, using his ability to be annoying as a cover for really wanting to know the answer. “So, I heard from Nebula that you called me your best friend.”

“What?” Peter’s brows knitted together, and he seemed to be trying to hide the embarrassment from his expression. Unfortunately for him, his face grew reddish and he waved his hand dismissively, the way he always did when he was lying. “Psh. You know how Nebula is. Always…joking around.”

Rocket raised a brow at him. Peter sighed, his shoulders sagging.

“Yeah. Okay, I did. I had no idea what to do with myself when I thought you…I mean, you probably would have been fine if I hadn’t been drinking again, and…” Peter turned away to face his bed, releasing a quiet, shaky sigh. “I’m sorry, Rocket.”

Suddenly, Rocket felt a lump form in his throat, and he swallowed it down. “Don’t beat yourself up about that, Quill. It ain’t your fault. Adam kicked all our asses. You coulda gotten hurt, too.”

Running a hand through his hair, Peter turned around slowly. “It’s why I gotta go,” he said softly, his eyes shining. “I need to move on.”

“I know.” He did, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt that he was leaving. “Your grandpa’s gonna be one lucky son of a bitch to have you home.”

Peter smiled slightly, releasing the tension that had been building up in his shoulders. He sat on the edge of his bed carefully, patting the place next to him. Rocket rolled his eyes but moved forward anyway, hopping up to sit beside him.

For a moment, they sat quietly, listening to the Zune. A sense of comfort and familiarity washed over them, but Rocket felt like he should break it.

“Hey, for the record,” he said, staring down at his lap, “you’re my best friend, too.”

Peter didn’t respond, and Rocket couldn’t bring himself to look up, but he slowly felt an arm come to rest around his shoulders. Rocket leaned his head against Peter’s arm gently, and they sat there for a while, listening.

And the next morning, when Rocket woke up in Peter’s bed by himself, he found the Zune had been left behind for him.

***

“So, I hear you’re an Abilisk whisperer now.”

Mantis whirled around, her eyes as wide as saucers. “Rocket!” She gave him a sheepish smile, looking between the three creatures she had just been talking to. “Not a whisperer. I just calmed their fears. I wanted them to know we would not hurt them.”

Chuckling a little, Rocket stepped closer, lifting a hand to shield his eyes as he stared upward. “Sounds like a whisperer to me.” His gaze slid from the Abilisk to Mantis, who was looking at him curiously. “You almost ready to go?”

“Yes. I am almost finished. I will find these three a proper home and see some of the galaxy with nobody telling me what to do. I think it will be fun.” She drew herself up, like she was trying to convince herself. “And someday, I will come back.”

“…I’m happy for ya. Really.”

What he didn’t say was how much he was going to miss her, her positivity and her kindness, her absolute unabashed love for others. He was learning that he really didn’t like change, but who was he to tell anyone what to do?

Mantis smiled, this time more genuinely, and knelt down on the dirt so they could be eye level. Usually that would piss him off, but he had something of a soft spot for her. She was just so innocent, he couldn’t possibly stay mad at her.

“Thank you. I know it will not be easy, but I have to go.” Her gaze drifted toward Drax for a moment, who was busy being surrounded by a group of children. Rocket followed her gaze, then looked back toward her, knowing that if anyone was going to take her departure really hard, it would be him. They were close, like how Rocket and Groot were close.

“This ain’t goodbye, y’know. We’ll see each other again. You just gotta make sure the big idiot knows that before you go.” He paused. “I hope you find what you’re lookin’ for, Mantis, and I hope you find it fast. You better come home as soon as you’re done.”

Mantis blinked, her eyes shining, then broke into a smile. She leaned forward, pulling him into a gentle embrace, light enough that he would be able to pull away if he wanted. And maybe any other day he would have, but today, he lifted his arms slowly to return the hug. As he did so, she tightened it a little.

“I am so glad you are okay,” she whispered in his ear. “I will be back before you know it.”

They held each other for just a moment before he pulled away, waving a hand dismissively. “All right, all right. Get on with it. Don’t wanna keep your dirty pets waiting.”

She gasped, standing up to look around at her Abelisks. “They are not dirty!”

“Oh, yeah? That one’s got a mud spot the size of one of Drax’s turds.”

Mantis looked over at the creature in question, then pulled a face. “Okay. Maybe they are a little dirty. I will find some place to bathe them.”

“Good.” Rocket chuckled, then stepped back, giving her a final wave. She returned it as Drax began approaching, and Rocket took that opportunity to excuse himself - but he still watched from a distance as they said goodbye, and watched her walk away until he couldn’t see her anymore.

Her return couldn’t come soon enough.

***

In the dead of night, when things should have been quiet and he couldn’t sleep, Rocket could hear soft crying. He almost wanted to ignore it, knowing that if it were him, he’d want to be left alone, but it wasn’t him. Maybe someone needed something. Maybe, as the captain, that was his job.

Pushing himself out of bed, he walked toward the source of the noise, finding it coming from Drax’s room. A soft light filtered into the hall from the room, and now that he was closer, Rocket could hear quiet murmuring over the crying. Curiously, he peeked his head inside.

Sitting on the bed was Drax, and in his lap was a small girl, one of the children that the High Evolutionary created. Tears streamed down her face but she stared, transfixed, at Drax, who was singing something quietly to her and rubbing her back. Even Rocket found himself somewhat relaxed listening to Drax’s uncharacteristically quiet and soothing voice, and eventually the child’s eyes closed, and she leaned against Drax’s chest. He held her there for a moment as he finished his song, and when she didn’t wake, he carefully stood up with her in his arms.

There, he noticed Rocket. He blinked, and Rocket blinked back, giving him a shrug. Drax smiled slightly and left the room, heading down the hall toward some of the children’s rooms. Rocket waited where he was, knowing that Drax was probably going to tuck the kid in.

A moment later, when he returned, Rocket followed him into his room. Drax seemed just a little sheepish as he sat on his bed. “You heard that?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Drax shook his head. Awkward silence filled the room for a moment before he continued. “She had a bad dream, and came to me.” There was a mix of emotion on his face, and Rocket couldn’t quite place any of them. “Sorry for waking you up.”

Frowning a little, Rocket shook his head. “Nah, I was up anyhow.” He wasn’t quite sure what to do now. Should he just leave? Perhaps he would have, but Drax’s expression resembled a kicked puppy. He shifted his weight. This was not the Drax he knew, and he didn’t like it. “You, uh, you okay? You’re kinda freakin’ me out with that look on your face.”

“I am fine.” He paused, then looked down. “I…I haven’t been a father in a very long time. It’s strange. I don’t know if I remember how to do it. They all remind me of my daughter.”

Rocket eyed him, then scoffed. “Well, you got nothin’ to worry about. Those kids love you. You’re doing a great job. Your dead kid’s proud of you somewhere.”

Leaning his elbows on his knees, Drax sighed softly. “Thank you.”

He didn’t seem convinced. Rocket frowned, moving closer. “Drax, that kid chose to come to you when she was upset. If that doesn’t prove you’re doing good, nothing will, you idiot.” Drax blinked, the words seemingly sinking in slowly. Rocket noticed the shadows beneath his eyes then, and he spoke before really thinking. “You don’t look good.”

“I have not been sleeping well,” Drax admitted. “The kids are great. I’m really happy, but…I miss Quill and Mantis.”

Rocket huffed a sigh, scratching the back of his head. “I do, too. But they had to go, and we had to stay. These kids need you more than anyone else. They never had a dad before, and you can be that for them.” He knew he would have liked something like that when he escaped, but he wouldn’t say that out loud.

“Wow…” Drax’s brows furrowed. “When you talk like that, you sound like a real captain.”

“That’s because I am, jackass.” Despite the comeback, his voice was gentle. “Now go to bed, will ya? You’ll be useless if you’re tired.”

Drax watched him, slowly laying down. “I will not be useless. Even tired, my mind is sharp and my body is strong. I would still be able to vanquish any…any living threat that…that…comes our…way…”

While he spoke, his eyes fluttered closed, the last word punctuated by quiet snores. Rocket rolled his eyes fondly, moving forward to pull the blanket up over his bare chest.

“Good night, you green moron.”

***

While an Earth, Wind, & Fire song played over the speakers, Rocket handed some food down to the baby raccoons from where he sat on the staircase. The babies let out excited squeaks as they bumbled all over each other to get to the food. Rocket couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Take it easy, ya furry idiots. There’s enough for all of ya.”

They didn’t ever seem to understand what he was saying, but that didn’t stop them from absolutely adoring him - and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel the same about them. This was the life he and his friends should have been given, and he was happy to provide them with it, albeit the feeling being somewhat bittersweet.

Each of the babies having some piece, they calmed down enough to eat their food and stop climbing all over each other. He wondered if he really had been this small before. He must have been.

“I have no idea how you haven’t lost any of them yet.”

A familiar voice appeared above him, so he looked up, finding Nebula standing there with her hand on her hip. He huffed a sigh, not bothering to hide his slight grin. “I’m the best frickin’ caretaker they got. The kids helped me name ‘em, and it surprisingly makes it easier to keep ‘em straight.”

Nebula exhaled in the way that Rocket knew was her version of a laugh, and stepped carefully over to sit beside him on the stairs. The raccoons’ happy chewing was the only sound for a moment as they looked out at Knowhere. Nearby, children giggled as they played one of their made up games. Groot and Adam were helping rebuild the destruction that had befell the planet, putting up some of the redone signs. Kraglin and Cosmo napped together against one of the nearby pillars. The music played softly, the air completely still and peaceful.

“It’s weird, dontcha think?” Rocket asked softly. “Can’t remember the last time it felt so good around here.”

“Yes.” Nebula paused, then looked down at her lap. “I hope…you are feeling it, too.”

That surprised him. Glancing toward her, he took in her expression - it was nearly blank, the way it often was, besides the way her jaw was clenched. He raised a brow. “What brought this on? Never pegged you to be the emotional type.”

“I’m not.” She huffed, meeting his eyes. “It’s just…I never knew how similar we were.” Nebula was not one to shy away from saying what had happened to her while Rocket was. Now that part of him that he had hidden was made very well known to his friends. Before he could even think of what to say, she continued. “I am the happiest I’ve ever been,” she admitted. “Taking care of the kids, being here with you and the others, it makes me feel like I have a purpose other than what Thanos wanted from me.”

Rocket thought about the crazed look in the High Evolutionary’s eyes, the one he noticed more often the older he got. He sighed softly as he glanced down at the baby raccoons, who were now running around and playing with each other, thinking about the long five years he’d spent with only Nebula as his company thanks to the Blip. Perhaps if it were anyone else, he wouldn’t entertain this type of conversation, but with her, he was comfortable. “Yeah. Me too.”

After another moment of quiet, Nebula glanced down in surprise, finding one of the babies had stepped its front paws onto her boot, looking up at her curiously. Its nose twitched, like it wanted to be closer. Rocket chuckled.

“Looks like Stripes likes ya.”

“Stripes?” she repeated, frowning. Perhaps she thought if she stared at the animal long enough it would give up, but it didn’t. Relenting with a heavy sigh, she bent down and scooped the raccoon into her arms, where it happily squeaked and nestled in close. “I don’t know how you tell them apart.”

Shrugging, Rocket’s gaze swept across all of the babies, each of them with slightly different personalities and ways of showing affection. He smiled. “Must be luck.”

She hesitated, then smiled, too. “Yeah. Sure.”

They sat shoulder to shoulder for a long while after that, just taking in the peace and enjoying each other’s company. The way Rocket saw it, two rejects finding comfort and family in the galaxy. He was more grateful for it that he could verbalize.

***

The gunshot rang through the metal halls, but the only sound he could hear after the fact was his own screaming. His vision blurred with tears, soon turning everything red. Tackling the High Evolutionary, he hit and scratched and didn’t relent, wanting to kill him, wanting him to feel the pain that he felt, wanting to stop him from hurting anyone ever again -

Rocket lurched up from his mattress, having to swallow the bile that threatened to rise up his throat. His claws were outstretched, stopped by a thick branch that kept his arms by his side. Through blurry eyes, he looked beside his bed and found Groot sitting there, eyes wide and full of concern.

“You were screaming,” Groot managed, looking upset. “I thought you were going to hurt yourself.” To anyone else, of course, it would just sound as if he were saying I Am Groot, but Rocket knew him better than anyone else.

He cleared his throat, trying to calm his racing heart. “I’m fine, you big lug, get your arm offa me.”

Somewhat hesitantly, Groot removed the branch from Rocket’s chest and instead moved to sit on the end of the bed, twiddling his thumbs. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He didn’t like how it made him feel, how the rage had almost caused him to take that life in cold blood, as terrible as that life had been. He didn’t like hearing the sound of the gun, the sound that Lylla had made when she hit the floor, the sound of his own screams. He didn’t like to remember that it was his fault that Floor and Teefs had died.

Awkward silence was the response for a moment before Groot spoke up again. “Rocket,” he murmured, “it’s okay to not be okay.”

Rocket’s heart lurched. Without realizing it, his voice broke. “Whaddya mean? Of course it’s okay. Why wouldn’t it be okay? Who said it wasn’t okay?” Gently, Groot’s arm extended, and with a thin finger, he wiped a tear from Rocket’s cheek, who hadn't even noticed he’d been crying. A shiver ran down his back and he closed his eyes, leaning into his friend’s touch. “I’m sorry, Groot. I’m a mess.”

“No.” He shook his head, retracting his hand. “You are strong. You are kind. You are our captain . You are…my hero. You always have been.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing. “What happened to you was not your fault.”

Something broke deep inside him. After all this time, after everything he’d ever done, Groot still thought so highly of him. Tears flowed freely, and Rocket squeezed his eyes shut, biting his tongue to keep from making some inhuman noise. Groot pulled him close, and Rocket leaned against him, feeling like Groot was trying to put him back together again with his embrace. They sat there until Rocket’s chest stopped heaving.

Quietly, he pulled away, utterly exhausted and trying to regain some kind of composure. “Thanks. Sorry I got your trunk wet.”

Groot chuckled a little, shaking his head dismissively. After a moment, he moved to stand. “I’ll let you go back to sleep.”

“Wait.” He almost cringed at the suddenness of the word, but sighed instead. “Wouldja stay here just a little longer?”

Smiling slightly, Groot nodded and sat back against the wall. Rocket moved to lean against his arm, stretching out his legs in front of him. The quiet whir of the lights outside and Groot’s steady breathing soothed him more than he would have liked to admit.

“Hey…I love you, you know.” The words were quietly mumbled, the way Groot often did, and Rocket glanced up, feeling his heart burst.

He hid his smile by curling into him further, closing his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too, you big idiot. Now go to sleep.”

Both of them fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

#mcu #marvel #guardians of the galaxy #gotg 3 #rocket raccoon #gamora #peter quill #mantis #drax the destroyer #nebula #groot #I fucking love this raccoon so much #and they all do too <3 #my post #my writing #agoldengalaxy

[julemmaes]

Made You Breakfast

A/N: this is so random, I wrote it in like twenty minutes so I'm sorry if it's shit

Cassian slapped Gwyn's hand as she reached for one of the toasted slices of bread.

The woman gasped dramatically, bringing it to her chest. "What did you do that for?"

“Those are not for you," he looked at her pointedly.

Emerie scoffed in her coffee, scrolling through her phone.

Gwyn pouted. “But I’m hungry. And I want a toast now.”

“Do I look like I care?” He asked, not even sparing her a glance as he stirred the milk in the takeaway cup, “I think you’re adult enough to prepare your breakfast yourself. Aren’t you?”

Someone snorted as they entered the way-too-small kitchen the five of them shared in the even smaller apartment in downtown Velaris.

Cassian glared at Azriel, but his friend didn’t give any indication that he felt threatened. Instead, he leveled him an equally bothered expression.

“Don’t pick on my girl.” As he said it, he passed his girlfriend, brushing a kiss to her head.

Gwyn beamed at that and squared her shoulders. “Yeah, don’t pick on his girl—or I’ll beat your ass.”

Cassian barked a laugh and this time it wasn’t Azriel or Gwyn that reprimanded him, but Emerie.

“Don’t laugh at my girl, you dickhead.”

Gwyn started cackling at his offended puff, but they let it go. And silence fell over them as they all settled in their daily morning routine, where everyone did their own thing and minded their own business.

They heard Nesta curse loudly in the shower and Emerie smirked, not taking her eyes off the screen, amused at their friend’s despair.

Cassian rolled his shoulders back, wanting so desperately to do more than just make her breakfast, but he knew if he even dared to breathe in her direction, she’d have him by the balls in under a second.

The bathroom’s door slammed against the wall as she ran from one room to the other, damning every object in her path. Damning the fucking jeans that just wouldn’t come on. The sock that wasn’t turning inside out. The shoe, the coat. Everything was going the wrong way, apparently.

And all Cassian really wanted to do was sweep her in his arms and hold her until she felt like everything wasn’t falling apart anymore.

Her alarm hadn’t gone off for some reason and now she was running late for the most important exam of her university career.

He swiftly packed her toasts and made sure her cup was sealed correctly. She didn’t need coffee spilling everywhere in her bag.

Nesta entered the kitchen twirling like a tornado. She slammed into Cassian’s side and he thrust his arms out to stop her from tumbling down. She looked up at him and her cheeks reddened even more, she apologized quickly and then went to Emerie, snatching the coffee from her hands.

“Hey!”

Nesta didn’t mind her friend, just chugged the scorching hot beverage and slammed the thing down, making everyone wince.

“Fucking hell, Em, a little sugar never killed nobody,” she grimaced and shook her head, as if to get rid of the nasty flavor. Emerie glared at her, her hands still in the air. Nesta scrunched her nose, bringing her fingers to her mouth and then planting them to her cheek.

Cassian felt stupidly jealous of that.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make you coffee for a week.”

Emerie huffed and shrugged. “You’re good, now go.”

In the barely three months they had all lived together, they’d lived through many of these moments. Nobody was shocked or surprised anymore.

Before Nesta could flee the scene, Cassian edged to the door, lifting her cup and food and she almost slammed into him again.

Her eyes widened and her jaw slacked as she took in what was in front of her. She glanced up at him.

He suddenly felt really self-conscious. He cleared his throat, “I made you breakfast.”

Nesta gaped like a dying fish. She slowly took the things from his hands and blinked.

“Thanks, Cassian,” a voice bellowed from behind her. “I really appreciate you making me breakfast.”

Nesta scowled and turned to Gwyn.

The redhead was smiling knowingly, but she raised her hands in defense, “I was just trying to help. Since you’re running late and seemed stuck.”

As if the switch turned on again, Nesta perked up and cursed.

Cassian moved out of the way and let her through. She started rummaging in the bowl where they kept all the keys and takeaway menus, and she cursed again.

“Where are they, gods.”

“You used them last, you should know,” Azriel offered—uselessly—from his seat. Gwyn was now perched on his lap, sipping her tea calmly, and she nodded, as if agreeing with him.

“I know,” Nesta replied, an edge to her voice.

Cassian didn’t think twice before moving into action. He went up to her and slipped on his boots, getting his jacket on and taking his keys.

“What are you doing?” She asked, carrying on her hunt, but keeping an eye on him.

“I’m driving you,” he threw the door open and pointed outside. When she stood still, awestruck at his offer, he sighed and lunged for her, kindly taking her from her elbow and pulling her outside. He didn’t bother saying goodbye to the others, but they screamed their good lucks at Nesta before they were out.

They ran down the stairs and into the small garage. He passed her one of his helmets and she silently put it on. Her fingers were slightly trembling, and he took over.

He gently tilted her chin up and he bent down to see better as he fastened the strap for her.

By the time they were both straddling his motorbike and her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, he was out of breath.

Cassian could hear her talking animatedly under her breath, probably repeating the subject’s topics before the exam, so he didn’t try to start a conversation.

He’d never really had any chances of spending his time with her, just the two of them, and this was probably the third time they did. Not that he’d asked her out and she’d yes, anyway. This was all a casualty.

He’d take anything the universe was willing to give him.

As soon as they got to the campus, Nesta leaped off the bike and started running towards the gates. Cassian started laughing as he parked and then took off after her.

“Nesta!” He screamed. “Nesta, the helmet!”

She stopped abruptly, trying to take it off herself. When she couldn’t, she started running back to him. “Help! Quick! I gotta go!”

She was fidgeting so bad with her feet, ready to bolt again, that they couldn’t help but laugh as he promptly unfastened her helmet.

As soon as she was free she started running again, screaming at him her thanks over her shoulder.

Cassian’s smile was hurting his face as he screamed back, “you’re very welcome!”

Nesta halted at that, her hand clutching the doors handle.

He heard her mutter, “Fuck.”

He was shocked to see her run—towards him. He walked in her direction, meeting her halfway.

“What? Did you forget anything at home?” Before she could reply he went on. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll go home and get it for you, you get inside.”

And then she shocked him into silence. She gripped his shirt’s collar and pulled him down, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

And then she was gone.

Cassian stood there for a good ten minutes, staring at the doors she’d just disappeared behind, mindless of the fact that he was wearing his very loose pyjamas and a too-thin t-shirt that did little to nothing to actually protect him from the cold.

And then he smiled.

And he didn’t stop smiling the entire way back. Not even when the others started picking on him. Not even when Azriel told him to get it together. Or when Emerie admitted to breaking his favorite plate.

Nothing could have made his smile fall.

Nothing.

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[antlereed]

Troubling

some precampaign, pre-truly knowing each other, laudna and imogen stuff!

Laudna doesn’t know how to heal. It was never truly a concern before. Her body knits itself back together no matter how fatal the injury. Learned that the hard way, after a cleric sent her fleeing into the jungles and nearly onto the blade of their sword-wielding friend. That had been difficult to escape from, though she had managed with some tricky darkness and a quick climb up the limbs of a too-tall tree. She could probably manage it better now, with her newly earned friend and her sweet-toothed charm. Imogen groans beside her, likely hearing the shift of Laudna’s thoughts, which makes the situation resituate itself in her mind.

The blade hadn’t punctured deep, at least from Laudnas less than professional eye. The blood made it difficult, stymied and pooling under the yellow scarf that she was pressing against the wound. Imogen groans again, eyes flickering open briefly before her bag floats, unsteadily, across the camp to land in a lump beside them.

“Y’handy with a needle and thread?” Imogen’s voice is pained, her right hand clumsy as it digs through the rough-worn pack. Glass and metal clink together as she pulls a metal canteen out, the cork getting popped out easily.

“I embroidered this shirt and dress, stitching you up shouldn’t be too much trouble.” Laudna watches as Imogen nudges the hand putting pressure on the wound away, the scarf along with it as Imogen tears the rest of her shirt off of the wound. Her stomach flexes as she takes a deep breath. It’s a distracting display of vitality, which means Laudna misses the next words from Imogen. She just watches as Imogen pours a healthy amount of liquid onto the cut, hissing hard through the pain, before grunting and jutting her chin toward their unfortunate dinner guest.

“Clerics usually have some bandages on ‘em, and I got needle and thread in my pack if you wanna use that. I’ll take care’a cleanin’ this if you wanna get that stuff all ready?” Imogen’s voice, while laced thick with pain, is clear and commanding, sending Laudna automatically to her feet to root through the spattered pouches of the dwarf. Bandages found, she walks on her knees back to Imogens side, hand already pulling free a length of her own red thread.

“Nonsense, this thread has served me well for patching up both my clothes and myself from time to time. Plus I think red rather suits your skin, don’t you think?”

#antlered talk #my writing #astoriacolumnstaircase #i think laudna having to patch imogen up is always so fun #even though it usually means that imogen ends up stabbed or otherwise injured #but as someone who has been stabbed: having a goth chick bandage you up homoerotically usually makes you forget the pain