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Games in the library 18+ MDNI

Aemond x reader (Tutor/gamer au) Fluffish and also smuttish

Tags: smut, library fucking, public sex and nerdy gamer references.

Cool devider credits: saradika

🔷Summary: Your GPA is tanking and you need help. Luckily there is the grumpy antisocial Aemond to help you out.

🔷Author's note: Based on tutor aus but I made my own spin on it.

🔷Wordcount :7324

🔷Warnings: Au universe, smut, desk fucking, p in v, dom/sub, reader x aemond, fluff, gamer references, cozy gamer gf and shoot-em-up bf (found something else? Let me know)

There have been quite a few storms lately, causing more rain and making the world a little gloomy. You don’t mind, however. You have always been a fan of rain. Unlike today, where it’s an extra reminder how much you rather spent inside, cooped up with a good game with a warm cup of hot chocolate, not running around your campus with your bag above your head, as if life depends on it.

You are relieved when you make it inside, in the beautiful library that was built long before you began this study. You notice a silver-haired boy with a missing eye sitting in the corner of the room, with his math books in front of him, impatiently glaring around, unaware you are already there. “Hi!” you enthusiastically say, placing your Starbucks coffee cup and handbag on the table in the big messy library you just entered. It’s a saturday so most students would not want to be found death here at this time.

You have a reason to be here, sadly. You are failing math, falling behind more and more on the subject. So your professor, Borros assigned you a very unwillingly tutor, Aemond Targaryen. He sighed when Borros suggested he should tutor you, even going as far to say that there is no use in tutoring someone who does not want to learn. There is truth in that, but the issue is not that you don’t want to learn. It’s something else.

Aemond glares at your cup before standing up and checking the time on his expensive smartwatch. “Why are you late?” Great. You were afraid of not getting here in time, seems like your Starbucks trip took a little longer than you had planned out.

You take out your phone. You are exactly 5 minutes late. There was a big line in front of Starbucks. And you forget you had tutoring today, to begin with. “I—uhm—forgot the time.” You lie.

He looks at your Starbucks cup accusingly. If it had feelings, the cup would feel attacked, perhaps even insulted, before it would hop off the large wooden table and into a nearby trashcan, ending itself. You would gladly follow it in the rabbit hole trashcan. “I’m sacrificing my free Saturday for you. The least you could do is get here on time.” There is always a bit of a gruff, Gringe-like edge to his voice as if someone just stole his presents and he is pissed.

You huff. He acts so high and mighty, and yet you know there is nothing personal about this. He does not help you because he is some godly angel. He helps you to get points. This is not a charity project for him, or a social project this is cold selfishness and part of his plan to become the best student of your class, likely a step 4 in his 10 plan step to world domination.

You smile sweetly when adjusting your ponytail. “You aren’t sacrificing anything. You get points and the chance to become Borros’s TA.’’ You tell him, dangling his reward in front of him as if it’s a carrot, just in case he thought about bailing.

He dreams of that position for some reason, though you can’t for the love of the gods figure out why. Perhaps for status, power, future learning references or just to get close to Borros? Your teacher had hinted that if he could somehow get you to improve your grades, there might be a chance he would become his teacher's assistant. That was enough to sway Aemond into teaching you.

Aemond briefly pushes his gold-rimmed glasses back on his nose, smirking at you. You feel a little nervous under his gaze. “Correct. That means that I decide how this lesson will proceed.’’

His cryptic description makes your mind wander back to the familiar gutter you have come to know so well. You make a mental note to stop reading dark romance books with tutors for a while.

You ignore him. That makes him eager to get your attention back. “No calls, no texts—for the next hour, you are at my mercy.” Sweet gods.

His soft pink lips briefly smack before breaking into a grin that sends shivers down your spine. You are thankful for the small bolero that covers your dress.

Aemond is a huge nerd. Kinda cute, but he doesn’t know how innuendos work. And he is certainly not aiming his innuendos at you.

“Okay. So, you’re like good at math, right?’’ you ask, a little insecure. You are worried he might not actually teach you anything at all, though he is smart, his hands almost always scorching through the air as though Borros is personally offending him with his questions. He reads advanced math books whenever you and your girlfriends hang out in the library, shooting glares whenever you are too loud, giggling or gossiping.

He seems insulted that you think so lowly of him.”’I’m the best in our class.” You never really kept eye on who is the best of the class, and you do not really ever cared. Who cares, as long as you keep up your GPA it is all fine.

But you are not dumb, you need to keep him as your friend for now. At least your ally. Your accomplice? You don’t know. You think you would be all the way at the bottom. ‘’Impressive.’’ You say, but you can’t bother to meet his eye before taking a sip of your very delicious pumpkin spice late.

His head tilts slightly when he narrows his eyes suspiciously, reading you as a open book. He huffs. “I can tell you don’t give a damn. Take out your notebooks, study books and whatever else you might need. It is time we start.” Whatever else you might need? You feel dread and anxiety fill your chest as you become aware of your thoughts traveling already far away from the lesson.

He brought an adorable little digital clock, that he puts on the table gently, before turning it on, exactly 120 minutes. He really does not want to be here a second longer than he has to be.

You faithfully take out your notebooks decorated with Sanrio stickers, Pokémon stickers and panda stickers, as well as your textbook, and your collection of Hello Kitty gel pens. You put it all out for him to see, flicking the textbook open in front of you.

Aemond stands up, briefly looking over your handwriting in your notebook. He wets his lips before speaking. “Good girl.”

You roll your eyes.

He gets up from the chair across the table, walking to the empty seat next to you. He sits down, glancing at some of your previous sums, together with little drabbles and doodles. “So—what do you have problems with?”

You can feel the warmth of his body and smell the fabric softener he uses on his clothes. He probably does his own laundry.

This will be a long hour. You sigh, before summing it up. “Addition and subtraction, analog time, multiplication and division…’’ And you forget dozens of other things.

Anything and everything that involves numbers. You have been that way since a kid, throwing tantrums whenever you were forced to do math or make a puzzle. Your brain blacks out whenever you are forced to make a sum, and after a while your brain is just completely fried.

He wrinkles his nose, thinking. “So, everything?’’ he summarizes dryly.

You nod. “Yep.”

His good eye slightly widens. “I can do this,” he mutters, to himself more than to you. He taps on an empty page of your notebook with his fingers.

‘’Write down ‘twenty-five plus eighty-seven’.”

You obey, faithfully writing the sum down in your notebook with your favorite Hello Kitty glitter pens.

Aemond looks at the pen with a sigh, bending over your notebook to see what you wrote down. His brows furrow.

You try your best to focus on his voice and his words rather than the fact that he sits so close to you and smells like fresh strawberries.

‘’Alright. Next, write down ‘one hundred and fifty-nine plus ninety-four’.” Again, you write it down as best as you can, in a reasonably readable handwriting. You hear him curse under his breath, exhaling.

“Five hundred and thirty-two plus six hundred and fifty-six..”

You write a bit faster, messing up a few of the numbers in the process. You are glad you are starting with the addition sums, as they come the easiest to you.

“Lastly, three hundred and fifty-five plus four hundred and sixty-six.’’ He looks at your sums. With one glance at his face, you can tell you’ve already fucked it up. “I said ‘one hundred and ninety-five’, but you’ve written down ‘one hundred and fifty-nine’. I said ‘six hundred-and-sixty-five’, but you wrote down ‘six hundred and fifty-six’.”

Great. He must think you are doing it on purpose. Embarrassed, you quickly scratch out the numbers you wrote down before sighing, cursing yourself for thinking this was going to solve anything.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he wonders. “Do you even want my help?” The nerve of this man.

“What do you think?” you snap, placing the cap back on your Hello Kitty gel pens. “You think you’re my first tutor? You think you’re the first who’s tried to help me? I’ve done all of this before, but none of it matters. Nothing will stick anyway.”

Your voice becomes squeaky. You blink rapidly to avoid ruining your mascara. He must think you are so stupid. You are. So, so stupid.

Aemond looks over your work again, sighing and rubbing his face. “No,” he murmurs quietly. “You turn them around. Some of the numbers.”

That has been an issue since you were introduced to numbers. That and the bigger they get, the bigger the chance you mess it up.

“No shit,” you huff, searching your handbag for your tissues. You find them buried under your perfume bottle and use them to wipe at your eyes.

His feet move under the table, briefly touching yours.

“Don’t get mean. Just making an observation.’’ He scratches behind his ear. “What do you mean, ‘nothing will stick’?”

Great. He will piss himself with laughter when he hears this.

You’d rather not tell him, or anyone, really. It is embarrassing. You are a twenty-two-year-old girl who can’t divide the simplest numbers and, without a digital clock, you’d get nowhere on time. You wouldn’t even know the time. People can and have taken advantage of that just to bully you. “It’s complicated,” you say.

His usual gruff voice softens. “Alright. So, tell me.”

What is the harm? you wonder. Who is he even going to tell?

“I’ve got a non-verbal learning disorder,” you mumble. There. He knows.

“What?” he asks, a little too loud for your liking. Even if he had whispered, it would have been too loud. There is no one here, yet you are worried somehow someone heard.

You growl back, “Non-verbal learning disorder. NLD.”

It is a little less common than dyslexia—a lot less common, actually. You have heard that dyscalculia and NLD is a very common combination. That might be the reason you are so horrible at math. Part of your brain just refuses to understand it, which frustrates you, which makes you upset, and all that means you’d very much rather not do math at all.

Aemond becomes very quiet before admitting something you never thought you’d hear. “I’ve never heard of that.”

Where could he have, though? He is very clearly a math expert, not a learning disorder expert.

You look at your polished pink nails with gold glitter.

“Hm. Not surprised. You are perfect after all, aren’t you?” you ask.

He becomes grumpy and unbearable, as you become mad and perhaps jealous that he is so perfectly fine and normal, and boring. “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Aemond takes out his phone. You thought they were ‘forbidden’. Didn’t he say so earlier? You glare, insulted. You have a social life, after all, and the world suddenly seems far more beautiful than it had been before you began your suffering here.

“So, are you telling me you don’t know how late it is now?” He shoves a Wikipedia page in your face. He looked it up.

You take out your phone. “Of course I do. It’s fifteen-thirty.”

You don’t say the correct time. You say ‘fifteen-thirty’. Fifteen thirty. Not half over past something, am or pm bullshit. You say it how it is. It’s fifteen-thirty.

Aemond draws a clock in your notebook. You quite like the way he uses your Hello Kitty gel pen for it. “And in analog time, that would be?” He wonders, his voice trailing off when his one remaining good eye glances at you.

You shake your head as he draws two hands on the clock, and multiple numbers. “Oh, no one cares about those lame old clocks,” you smoothly lie, and it is part of the truth.

No one uses those old lame clocks anymore. Everyone and their mother has a cellphone. Why bother reading a clock if you have a cellphone? And in your case—why bother reading a language your brain seems to not understand anyway?

Aemond sighs, reading you easily. He scratches the clock out. “You can’t read them, can you?” He asks after he has scratched them out. You can either deny it or lie about it but why waste energy and time?

This man is too observant.

“I know that the big one up means ‘twelve’,” you say with a little smile, very proud that one thing did decided to stick.

You can see it on his face—it’s becoming more and more clear that you don’t need a tutor. You need a miracle.

He blurts out a question. “How did you even leave high school?” he asks. You don’t think he meant to hurt you, but he still does.

“How did you lose your eye?” you ask, lashing out.

Aemond sits up a little straighter. “That’s quite a personal question—”

You smile back, still furious and hiding your displeasure by ripping your nails. “Exactly.” you groan.

“Fine,” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I’m impressed, if anything.’’

Fake sympathy. Yeah.

This is a waste of time, you didn’t learn years ago, why would you learn it now? Why did you even came here to begin with? A little voice reminds you of just why you came over. “You don’t need to lie to me. I know I’m stupid,” you mutter when playing with your bracelet.

Aemond grabs your wrist, letting go almost the second his skin touches yours. “You’re not stupid. I know you can be very clever and an absolute pain in the ass when you want to be.” He grins. “Just… not with numbers.” He closes your notebook.

“Really?”

You know you are clever on other fronts. It’s just difficult to believe you aren’t stupid when you see how advanced your peers and friends are and you still struggle over middle school math.

He nods. “Yeah. I remember for a while in History and Language that you were a threat to my position as best student.’’

You’d liked History for a while, it’s true. You were good at it—that is, until you got a social life and it became an afterthought. What might have happened if you had stayed on that path?

You don’t understand why he wants to be the best. “I mean, you are already first in math, aren’t you?”

He should not push for perfection as much as he does.

He shrugs. “I don’t care. I have to be the best in everything.” It sounds empty. You might not be the only one with problems.

You try telling him what you think. “That’s a little… unhealthy.”

He snaps at you, suddenly scowling. “Well, I don’t have a rich daddy to pay my way into school.”

Ah. That is his issue with you. He thinks you’re a rich little girl that has a daddy that pays for everything.

You stare at your pink nails, briefly ripping at them before speaking. “I don’t either. Mine died when I was two. I have a stepfather, but he’s too busy fucking my mom and arranging vacations to Dorne for the two of them to bother with me.’’

Aemond’s chest sinks a little, regret written across his face. “I’m sorry.”

He sounds sincere. And, just like that, you realize your math session has turned into a therapy session.

You laugh despite your sadness. “Look at me, trauma-dumping all over you. Sorry.”

You open your notebook at the same moment that Aemond grabs your fingers.

“I think you’ve earned a break.” He awkwardly lets go of you again.

That’s fast. “We haven’t solved a single sum,” you say. “I mean, we can solve one. I think this one is doable…”

You look at your crossed-out sums. Oh, yeah. That happened.

His silver-haired head nods up and down, but he does not answer at first, staring at your nails. “Perhaps not. But we have discovered why you have issues with this. Go take a break. That’s an order.”

He cheekily smirks at you, causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Perhaps not butterflies—perhaps just straight-up lust. You want to pull this guy in by his sweater and give him a good tumble.

You lick your lips. ‘’Yeah? What will you do if I don’t, sir?’’

He leans in a little closer, his eye flickering to your ruler lying untouched on the table. “Let’s just say… you wouldn’t like to find out.’’

Aemond takes a bottle of water from his bag and a sandwich while you grab a hot chocolate from the machine in the library and a freshly baked muffin from your bag.

You eat your muffin and then take out your Nintendo Switch bag, starting the device up for a brief moment of relaxation. You play Animal Crossing for a few minutes, forgetting the world around you as you’re sucked into your peaceful little island.

Aemond is very silent as well, staring mostly at you.

“I’ve got one too.” You are sucked out of your island and back into reality.

‘’Huh?’’ He nods to the switch.

He means a Switch. You didn’t think he would be into games. You think he would be too busy studying, really.

“What game are you playing?” he asks, tilting his head, coming a little closer so he can see for himself, almost touching your skin in the process as he clumsily bumps into you. ‘’Sorry.’’ He murmurs.

“A very intense one,” you comment as a compilation happens on your screen. You want to restore your island from desertcore to cottagecore and right now, one of your villagers has decided to be a menace.

On Aemond’s lips grows an almost dreamy smile as he stares at you playing on your Switch. “Oh—like Xenoblades? Zelda? Hades?”

You’ve heard of all three, but haven’t played them. They are not games you think you would like. They sound difficult, full of combat, full of puzzles and full of realisation that you are stupid. So you stay far, far away from them.

“Animal Crossing!” You turn your Switch so he can see your former desert island as you turn it back into a cute aesthetic-worthy village.

He tries to blink, but he only has one eye so it looks a little awkward. “That is your definition of ‘intense’?”

It can be. It can be so intense you rage-quit. Some of these animals have no manners—you’ve certainly bullied a fair few off your island.

“You try terraforming your island when a lazy villager sits in the way!” You point with your finger to the panda cub that sits in the way, right where you want to plant a bush. “That’s Chester, and right now he’s making my life hell—”

The panda, or Chester, enjoys a sandwich while smiling at your avatar, unaware of the misery he is

causing.

“That panda is?” Aemond asks, confused. “The panda is the issue? Can’t you tell him to move?”

That would be so helpful. But, unfortunately, no—that is not an option.

You nod, turning your Switch back to you. “He just won’t leave. I can hit him with a net, but he would hate me,” you mutter. “Pushing him is useless. He’s, like, glued to this spot.”

Aemond smiles to himself. “Perhaps he is saying we should return to studying.” Chester would say that, the menace. He has not given you his photo either, the bear knows too much.

“He says to me that I can have five more minutes,” you say, smiling and blinking your eyes innocently.

He sighs deeply, exhaling before putting his arm under his head, watching you terraform around your island. “Cute.” He sits up straight, blushing and quickly pointing to your Switch, decorated with stickers from Stardew Valley. “I meant, uh, the stickers.” He quickly mutters, and you can’t hide your own smile.

The stickers are cute, but you can’t help but wonder if he wasn’t talking about something else. “Thanks, they’re from Stardew Valley.”

“I heard that game—” Whatever Aemond would say next would forever be a mystery. He is rudely interrupted by your fan dumping all over him, telling him the plot, the main features, and your personal opinion of the game in the world-wide record of 4 minutes as you ramble. “You’re kinda supposed to help this town flourish by bringing crops you grow, artisan stuff, to this community center. You can also romance and have children and have a pet. There is like magic too, but I wish it was more fleshed out-’’ You shut up quickly. You put your switch down.

He nods, but you can tell you are losing his interest.

“You can slay monsters, too,” you blurt out. “And you have different swords, weapons and stuff. Sorry. I kinda ramble.”

“I like it. It’s cute when you ramble.’’ Damn it. You feel your cheeks redden. Aemond watches the rain outside, before asking another question about Stardew Valley. ‘’Can I kill my spouse?” he asks as a follow up.

You know the modding community is very active, but they are like about dogs and cat breeds, about teleportation hacks and making portraits better. Not about you know, full-blown murder. “No…”

He frowns as if that surprises him. “Is there warfare? Can I take other people’s farms? Is there a princess for me to save?” No, no, and no.

You understand you two play different games.

“No, not really. It does have multiplayer, though.”

Aemond’s scoffing little smirk returns but it does not meet his hurt and very glossy eye. “I’m kinda a loner.” He laughs but there is a hidden sadness there. A sadness you relate too all too well.

“I am, too,” you say.

“You have dozens of friends.” You can still have friends and be alone.

He refers to the girls that you hang out with. Are they friends? You don’t hang out aside from the weekend. You can’t call them, if something has happened to you, and they definitely don’t know you game or have NLD.

“Yes,” you say, “but…none of them game, I guess? Like, in that way, I’m alone. And I don’t make friends easily. Not everyone likes the games I play. Some wouldn’t even call it gaming. So, what kind of games do you like to play?”

He suddenly becomes interested in his very well cared for nails, and you know you hit a weak spot.

“Crusader Kings II, Zelda, Hades, Xenoblades and shooters.” He tells you. ‘’Mostly single-players.’’

You don’t know Crusader kings, but judging by the name, you do not have a cute farm at day and a run a witchy cozy coven at night. “The bloody ones.”

He snaps his head to you, smirking a bit.

‘’Zelda is not bloody.’’ Before he looks at your hair and your lipstick. ‘’I think you actually like it, if you gave it a chance.’’ He says. ‘’I mean, there is dozens of npcs to talk to, a wonderful open world, and ingredients to forage and outfits to collect and to find. In a way, it is Stardew Valley but without the Valley.’’

He definitely heard about Stardew Valley before. ‘’You know a lot about Stardew.’’

He nods. ‘’My sister, Helaena, she plays it a lot. I wouldn’t know how to play it, however.’’ He confesses, slightly tilting his hands. ‘’It’s beyond me how you get anything done with a time limit and a stamina bar.’’

You smile, and you never thought you would in his company. ‘’Describe the story. Of that Zelda game.’’

He needs some time to think before telling you the main story. ‘’You see, with an adventure game that’s…that would defeat the purpose of playing. So: You are a hero, named Link. After 100 years, you awake in a shrine, and you hear a voice, and you need to save the kingdom and the princess.’’ It sounds very …male-written and male-aimed. You aren’t sure Zelda is for you.

You have another problem with it too.

‘’That sounds horrible. Imagine waking up from your nap, and suddenly you got to save the world.’’

At first he is confused but the moment he knows you are joking, he laughs, a very delightful sweet and welcoming sound. ‘’It starts very locked, but there’s so much you can do in the game, in my honest opinion it's one of their best entries in the series. There’s cooking, horses-’’ Horses? There are horses? And cooking? ‘’There is combat, but you learn quickly, at least I did. The monsters are actually clever, and in the beginning, its best to avoid them until you get decent weapons.’’ You aren’t sure. Combat? The monsters in the skull cave of Stardew Valley regularly kick your ass. ‘’There are puzzles too-’’ That is where you draw the line. No puzzles.

‘’Hell no. I hate puzzles.’’ You did as a kid, and still as an adult you can’t figure out how some people enjoy putting together these images, made up of 1,000 pieces and when they finish it, they destroy it too. Like what is the point? And it does not help you can never figure out where to start.

‘’I know.’’ That catches you off guard. Aemond does not pressure you into it. He simply accepts it. ‘’But they are fun. We can solve most problems in multiple ways. You can’t fuck this up, if you are scared of that. Even if you die, you can restart as many times as you like. And no one is going to call you stupid for it.’’ He promises you, when leaning in a little closer, touching your face gently.

‘’Not even you?’’ You ask, for confirmation, not sure why you care but you hate for him to laugh at you for doing something very rookie.

He shakes his head. ‘’No. It took me a lot of time to get the hang of it too, if you must know.’’ So he is not as perfect as he pretends to be. ‘’I already told you: I don’t think you are stupid.’’

You lean in a little closer to him, staring at his soft pink lips. You make your voice as dry as possible. ‘’What if I call ‘’Link’’ ‘’Zelda?’’ You ask him with a cheeky grin. Nothing annoys Zelda fans more than that.

He grins back, but has faith in you. ‘’I know you won’t.’’ That is true. You know that the Princess is called ‘’Zelda’’ but the person you play as is called ‘’Link.’’ To confuse the two would be like calling JojaMart Pierre’s general store.

‘’But what if I do?’’ You ask, getting a little cheeky. ‘’Hm? Sir?’’ You ask, pushing his buttons a little more as you grin.

He needs to make an effort to hide his smirk, quietly muttering when eyeing the stickers on your switch. ‘’Don’t push me, we are alone after all, and I’m very bored.’’ He murmurs, sending a shiver down your spine when his voice gets that rough edgy little dark edge.

‘’Are you …Interested?’’ You ask, surprised.

He lifts his head, a bit insulted. ‘’You think I would not avoid you like the plague if I wasn’t?’’

All this time you thought he hated you, but he had a crush on you. ‘’I thought you hated me! That I annoyed you!’

He blushes, quickly cleaning his glasses for some reason. ‘’No, I just don’t like it when I can’t control my feelings. Like I become very different around you.’’ You noticed. He puts walls around himself.

‘’You become a little angry bird or a Goomba.’’ You know for sure he knows what a Goomba is, and you know it as well. They are the adorable little creatures from Mario games that try to murder Mario and look grumpy.

He chuckles, mortified by your description.

‘’Please, no, gods, not a Goomba.’’

You do find the courage to tell him your final thoughts, before flipping your notebook again, picking up where you left with the sums. ‘’If it helps, you are kinda cute too, Aemond.’’ You tell him, and you mean it. ‘’Not that I’m into Goombas, but..Yeah. You’re cute.’’ You tell him.

He nods, absently before he becomes serious again. ‘’Did you ever try motivational tutor lessons?’’ Motivational what?

‘’What uhm do you mean?’’ You ask, a little lost.

He shrugs, smiling. ‘’Well, people are more likely to succeed if there is a reward for them in it.’’ You notice him biting down at his lips, avoiding your eyes.

‘’And uhm, what would my reward be?’’ You ask your body to betray you within mere seconds as you think of how he will reward you. You, on the couch on top of him when fucking him-

He grins, when slowly touching your legs, going to the space between your legs, to where your dress ends. ‘’Whatever you like,’’ he purrs softly in your ear. ‘’ A cup of coffee, a donut…’’

You nod, a little disappointed and curse your dirty mind. That man is a saint for trying with you. Aemond reaches out to grab something close to your textbook and your eyes follow his fingers. ‘’People are likely to succeed more if they are disciplined too.’’ He is just teasing you, you tell your very dirty minded mind.

You know he will make you stand in the corner or perhaps take your phone away. ‘’And what would my punishment be?’’ You ask, dryly when you copy the sums from the textbook.

Aemond sighs. ‘’I won’t do anything you don’t consent to, that is the first lesson.’’ You were taking a sip of your cold coffee and nearly spat it out, all over your textbook as your cheeks burned with interest.

‘’But if you are into a little motivation, I guess I can show you another use for this pretty ruler.’’ He mutters, tapping with the ruler against the palm of his hand. You notice he has excellent self-control. This will be fun.

Yet you are surprised, that the red sweater glass-wearing sniveling little best of the class into BDSM. ‘’You’re into Kink?’’ You ask, your voice is a bit strangled.

‘’That’s not an answer, little brat.’’

He totally is. Gods, just your luck, stuck with Aemond Targaryen who is secretly into brat taming. Whatever sums you wanted to make, will certainly get fucked up now.

‘’Do you expect me to really learn better?’’ You hope he understands that your brain is just not a regular brain. It won’t magically solve things now that you are motivated.

Aemond shakes his head. ‘’I kinda don’t. But it’s alright, love. I won’t get upset with you. Not really, at least.’’ He tells you with a grin. ‘’But I won’t lay a finger on you until I get your consent.’’ Such a gentleman.

‘’Fine, you’re free to touch me.’’

On his lips, grows a dangerous smirk as he grins, before sitting next to you. ‘’What is the square root of 48?’’ He puts his left hand on your knee and slowly makes his way to your thigh…

Fuck. ‘’Uhm, 4.’’ You blurt out. It is a gamble but you don’t care.

Aemond chuckles before tsking as a disapproving teacher, before grinning and telling you the correct answer. ‘’That would be 6.’’ You growl, a little angry you didn’t know it. But he softly murmurs in your ear, when his hands go over your body. ‘’Take off your coat.’’ He tells you coldy.

You let out a little squeak. He grins, adding softly. ‘’Again, if you want to, of course.’’

‘’I want you to strip too.’’ You tell him after you have taken your coat off.

He chuckles, thinking you can’t defeat him. That you don’t know his weakness. But he told you, earlier today without him realizing so. ‘’You can ask me questions but I know a lot more about math-’’

You interrupt him, smiling.

‘’What year did the Titanic sink?’’

Aemond gawks at you, before thinking deeply. It is a random event that did kill people, but it had no major consequences. ‘’1910?’’ He guesses. You grin.

‘’1912, take off your shoes.’’ You tell him.

‘’Fuck.’’ he murmurs, but obeys. ‘’If I go with the train at 9:20, and the train takes half an hour-'’ No way you will get that one, so you take your dress off, zipping your zipper down and exposing your black bra and matching knickers. Aemond’s breath catches slightly, exhaling when his pupils enlarge.‘’Good girl.’’ That is enough to worsen your arousal and to harden your nippels. Aemond watches as it happens, a pleased contemptuous smile on his lips.

‘’Tell me, little Brat. Darwin’s father has four children, Red, orange, yellow and-’’ It is a pattern question. A clear question. Red orange yellow are colors represented in the rainbow. ‘’Green?’’ The moment you said it, you repeat the question silently before growling.

‘’No! "It's Darwin!” You grow out.

He chuckles. ‘’You can keep your pretty knickers and bra on. I want you to sit on my lap.’’ You sit down on his lap, making sure to rub him a tiny bit in the process, to make him wild. He groans in your ear when forcing your ass down. ‘’Such a naughty little brat. And so wet for me too.’’ He murmurs in your ear when his fingers smoothly slide in your knickers, before toying with your folds, touching before inspecting your wetness. You twist on his lap, trying to force the finger to move deeper, harder, and rougher. Aemond pulls you tightly to his chest to avoid you moving at all.

You enjoy his control more than you should. ‘’Fuck…’’ You quietly mutter. He muses happily to himself as you squirm and twist on his lap.

‘’So tense, are we shy, little brat?’’ He is toying with you, torturing you.

‘’Aemond, please.’’ You beg, helplessly as he begins to fuck your body with his fingers, and you happily fuck his hands, clenching yourself whenever you are allowed.

You need to find release soon, and he knows it very well judging by his smirk. ‘’I’m afraid I won't listen to that name. You will call me Sir or you will refrain from speaking at all.’’ He says, and your fucked up little brain enjoys it too much.

That is so hot. He has an authority kink. ‘’Fuck!’’

He grins, as he takes a stance behind you.

‘’I’m afraid I can’t allow such crass words.’’

Oh shit. You feel your heart race and your stomach flutter with lust and butterflies and your curious mind wanders. ‘’Aemond…’’ He grabs you briefly by the throat, but he does not make it hurtful. He raises a brow.

You look at your shoes.

‘’I meant, Sir…’’ Your face is pressed down against the wood of the table, before Aemond growls.

‘’Nothing will save you now, little brat. You are all mine.’’

He grabs the ruler and your cheeks are spanked first with his fingers before he moves on to the iron ruler, hitting your cheeks with precision but hard enough for you to like it. You squirm on the desk, certain you leave a trail of wetness as Aemond uses the ruler on both your ass cheeks, finding a torturous rhythm. And yet you like it. You want it to happen again, you want to brat. ‘’Fuck,’’ you cry out as three of his fingers enter your pussy. His left hand is feeling you up, when his right continues to punish you for your sins. ‘’Sir, sir please!’ You moan.

‘’Are you sorry?’’ He asks, between fucking you on the desk with his hand and spanking you. You nod, furiously. He sighs, letting go of you and his fingers leave your spent wet cunt. ‘’Good. Don’t be naughty again or I will punish you again.’’ He warns you. You want to brat. And you want to brat so hard that he will punish you with his cock this time.

You bring your own fingers to your entrance but before that you can shove them in, Aemond has grabbed your wrist, painfully twisting it. ‘’Seems like someone can’t behave herself.’’ You nod, furiously as if you regret it deeply. Aemond sighs. ‘’Pull my pants down for me.’’ He tells you, and you inwardly cheer. You get to work, unbuttoning his jeans for him and pulling them down first, before staring at his boxers which barely hide his erected cock.

You pull his boxers down too, freeing his cock as the red swollen tip is pushed in your face, with clear precum on the edge. ‘’Get on the desk.’’ He tells you. ‘’Bent over it, the way I know you want to.’’ You know what he means very well, and you obey, bending over the desk so he could take you on it.

He sighs before grabbing one of your hands and wrapping your fingers around his cock. ‘’Make me go wild, and I’ll fuck your little needy pussy.’’ You obey, your back turned to him as you try to please him with your fingers rubbing his head and his balls.

You are bended, and Aemond opens your legs roughly and sharply, before going inside of you with his cock, filling you all the way with his length as you silently whisper. Aemond starts to trust and you become lightheaded and carried away on your pleasure. He fits so well. ‘’Sir,’’ you weakly mutter as he fucks you on the table, your book and hello kitty gel pens still present. Aemond grunts as an animal before grabbing the ruler, smacking your cunt this time, causing you to cry out in pleasure. ‘’Sir!’’ You repeat your own cry, before slamming your hips against his own, begging him to finish you. ‘’Please!’’

‘’Such a needy cunny. I’m going to come inside of you, little Princess. You are going to tell all your little whore friends about this, that you got fucked by a man in the library, used as a glorified slave. You will tell them how red and throbbing your little pussy was, and you will not tell anyone it was me. Is that understood, or do you need me to fucking explain it another way?’’ You understand, but you would love another explanation because it sounds so dirty.

‘’Another way. I’m pretty stupid.’’

He glares as if he disagrees with that.

‘’Very well.’’

Aemond grabs you by your hips again, fucking you.

‘’’N-no, Aemond, I have a party tonight-’’ You tell him, begging him to be a bit gentle.

He groans. ‘’I don’t care. Fuck your parties.’’

He did not get invited.

‘’Nhn!’’ You cry out as his cock cruelly fucks you, not giving a damn about your warnings.

Aemond’s lips briefly kiss your sweaty forehead.

‘’Delicious, such a good cunny.’’ He murmurs, rubbing your cunt until blood sticks to his fingers. You need a little push. Just one tiny push. ‘’And now, you will come for me, my slut. When I tell you, you will come all over my cock, soaking me.’’ You nod, bracing yourself.

Aemond fucks you harder and faster and it becomes difficult to hold your orgasm in. You need to release it, you need to find a release fast. ‘’Sir, please.’’ You beg, helpless. He grins, spanking your needy pussy.

‘’I know, but try to show some self-respect, my little brat.’’

You wordlessly wail. He sighs, before impaling you thoroughly and resting his hands on your hips. He whispers in your ear. ‘’Come.’’ You obey, freed from a prisoner and let go when you two fuck each other roughly, your muscles hurting from the rough fucking on the desk. And finally, you come all over his cock, just as he promised you would. He takes you two more times after that, bringing you close to two other orgasms, before denying those two. You are taken without warning and lose your control, coming all over him, earning you a spanking and a rough fucking before he comes inside of you as well, with a lot of curse words and grunts.

‘’Fuck, Y/N.’’ He murmurs, in your ear. You put your underwear and bra back on. The timer ends, revealing that two whole hours have passed. Aemond dresses himself quickly too, looking at your messy hair and glassy eyes.

You become aware of the feelings and the urge to run far away from them. ‘’I have to go.’’ You tell him.

Aemond stops you, gently and you know he has become himself again, dropping the dom-act.

‘’No. You seem to know some things about Kink, but after playing with my ladies, I give them aftercare. You deserve a bagel, or a donut, or fuck it, another Starbucks if you want. If we were at my place, I’d prepare a bath for you or give you a message.’’ He rambles on. ‘’Let me buy you something nice for your lunch, and at least walk you home.’’ He asks, no, begs. Your face melts at his sweet manners.

You put your stuff in your back, as Aemond zips up your dress for you, careful to avoid your hairs. He has done this before. You wonder how many times and with who. ‘’She is judging us.’’ He suddenly whispers, nodding to your hello kitty gel pen.

After two hours he has become just as mad as you have. ‘’She knows too much, I might drown her into my Starbucks later.’’ You tell him.

He does not approve of that idea.

‘’That would be sad and torture.’’

‘’Fine, I’ll just…put her in my pencil case.’’ You do as you promise him, putting the gel pens in your pencil case.

‘’That’s it, good girl.’’

He winks before following you to Starbucks.

‘’Hey, uhm Aemond?”’ You ask after you are waiting for your order. Aemond looks around a little amazed. He has never been here before, calling it a capitalistic hell.

‘’Yeah?’’ his hands nervously play with his rings. He can be so adorably shy.

‘’What are you doing tonight?’’ You wonder, hoping you don’t regret this. As in, he does not say no.

‘’Not much, I might actually play Zelda. Why?’’ He wonders.

‘’Want to come to this party with me?’’ You blurt out with a smile.

a/nthank you for reading let me know what you think. there might be a part 2 but i havent decided yet.

The eh creatures above the a/n are goombas.

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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This is so silly, but I watch Sesame Street with my kids these days and thought about Eddie being one of the first artists adapting his lyrics to be numbers and colors!

The first thing to pop into my head after reading this prompt is Eddie, age 25, sitting on a stoop next to Oscar the Grouch and I love it.

The second thing to pop into my head is Corroded Coffin, in all their heavy metal glory, playing a rock n roll version of the rubber ducky song on toy instruments. Gareth uses Oscar’s trashcan as a drum and at the end of the song, he comes out of the trashcan like, “Hey, someone’s livin’ here.”

I think Eddie would absolutely jump at the opportunity to be on the show because (1) he was a Sesame Street kid and understands it’s importance, (2) thinks it’d be hilarious and piss off a lot of conservatives (his favorite hobby), (3) Steve is a second-grade teacher and he shows this show to his kids on rainy days, and (4) he fucking loves Big Bird.

As predicted, the episode gets quite a bit of backlash even though the whole theme of it was about not judging people based on what they look like and that there is good in everybody. There were even a few years where PBS took the episode out of rotation after receiving so many complaints.

When asked about it in an interview, Eddie says, “Hey, before we were devil-worshiping Satanists, we worshipped the bird.”

Many years later when Eddie is thrust back into the spotlight by being a dork on a social media app, he’s asked to go back onto the show. They do an episode about epilepsy and Eddie causes a whole different controversy by mentioning that his husband from his same-sex marriage is epileptic.

#I haven’t watched Sesame Street since I was a kid but Eddie feels like a big bird guy #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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gojos-thot-patrol · 9 months

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Ryomen Sukuna, funny, “Oh, fuck, you’re a demon, aren’t you?!”

I like to think that Sukuna hates being called a demon on principal, so I quite enjoy this one lmao. this one is pretty cannon divergent as it, straight up breaks the rules of curses in jjk but...eh, I'm here for fun lmaoo.

Now Presenting...

starring: Ryomen Sukuna, who is Not A Demon, I'm telling you!!!

You weren’t sure of a lot of things in this world. You weren’t sure about what you wanted from life, or where it would take you. You weren't sure if you were reaching your full potential to find your true purpose, or if you even had one. You really weren’t sure how to do your taxes. But you were absolutely positive about one thing: Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t human. Probably. You didn’t really have any strong evidence to prove your theory, and you didn’t really know the details of what he would be if not human. But, it really did not make any sense for him to be human.

Those were the thoughts going through your head as you sipped your drink and watched him. This fight was going a little too easy for him. You would think that a four on one fight would go in favor of the four, but not with Ryomen. When Brad (at least he looked like a Brad) bumped into you, Sukuna was eager to fight. When Brad called the Kyles (at least they all looked like Kyles) to his side, Sukuna was down right giddy. Now, it had been awhile since you last checked, but as far as you knew, most mortal beings weren’t absolutely stoked to be outnumbered in a fight.

You watched from a safe distance as an audience formed around the fight, the back yard of this house party turning into a no rules MMA match. You saw how his arms flexed as he slammed one of the Kyles head into Brads, the blood shooting out of the victims noses from the impact. You noticed he was holding back. He was making sure no one saw him turn their skulls into cherry pie filling, least the cops get called. But what mortal man had the strength to smash someones head into red mist with their bare hands?

Brad collapsed to his knees after the attack, and with the pack leader down the other Kyles had no direction. Wanting to keep their blood firmly in their bodies, they scattered, like roaches when the kitchen light comes on. Only there was only two of them left, so it was fairly easy for Ryomen to grab one of the men and throw him into the other. The group of drunkards cheered at the brutal display of violence, but you couldn't help but wonder how he had moved to grab them that fast. Almost as if he had super speed.

Once the job was clearly done, he jogged over to you, laughing with other party goers as they congratulated him on a job well done. “Hey, we gotta go,” He said, wrapping his arm around you while you finished your drink, “One of those assholes are for sure going to call their daddy to have em sue.” He joked. You nodded, throwing your cup into one of the outdoor trashcans. This wasn’t your scene anyway, you greatly preferred concerts- like the ones you actually met Ryomen at. But you came to these parties for him, and he came to them for the promise of violence that came with them. Or, maybe violence just followed Sukuna around. Either way.

“Yea, this place smells like piss and cheetos,” You said as you followed him out, “Kinda what I’d imagine a Call of Duty lobby would smell like in real life.”

“Makes sense, I’ve heard like four people talk about the “party ratio,” this place is full of incels.” He agreed.

“Why did we come here again?” You questioned as the two of you walked out of the house.

“Free booze and free entertainment.” He grinned. The two of you walked to your car, but he got in the drivers seat. Which, yea fair, you were pretty slozzled at this point. You got in the front and handed him your keys. The two of you drove around with the windows down for awhile, no doubt to try and sober you up. It was quiet, but not awkwardly so. Don’t Fear the Reaper played softly on the radio, and you felt a strange peace.

You looked at Ryomen, hair blowing in the wind while he smoked out of the window, singing along softly to the old song. There was something so strangely beautiful about him. His sharp face tattoos accentuating his sharp features, his muscular form highlighted gorgeously by moonlight. His (you’d like it noted for the record: supernaturally) red eyes looked almost gentle in the dim light. He looked at you and flashed you a breathtakingly sharp grin.

“What?” He asked with a giggle too soft to come from him. He had almost a weird..glamor to him. Something that you had only read about in cheesy early 2000s paranormal romance novels. You know the ones, derivative Twilight knock offs focusing on shapeshifters and demi-gods, angels and-

Oh Motherfucker!

“Oh, fuck You’re a demon, aren’t you?!” You accused, sitting straighter in your seat. It wiped the grin off his face only to very quickly replace it with a look of confusion.

“What?” He asked, this time with less playful mirth and more genuine confusion, and maybe a little bit of offense for a little bit of spite.

“You’re a demon!” You yelled again, “You’re super fast, super strong, super hot-”

“Thanks.” He interrupted,

“You’re a demon!” You shouted louder this time.

“I’m not a demon Y/n.” He scoffed taking a drag from his cigarette, “Demons follow a judeo-christian definition of religion, which is not real,” he rolled his eyes, “The concept of angels and demons, heaven and hell, it’s about as real as the concept of the easter bunny or inflation. It’s something entirely made up by humans for humans to make their lives harder and have an excuse to feel better than other humans. It’s not actually A thing.”

“Then what are you?!” You demanded, “You keep calling us humans, implying you’re not, so what are you!”

“I’m a curse.” He said it as if it was obvious, like he thought you knew. It kinda stunned you. You didn't expect to get a confession that easy. “I’m the King of Curses to be specific.” Ok, the pride and smugness he said that with definitely implied it should mean something to you. It didn’t.

“Is that like, being the lord of the flies?” You asked.

“No, I’m not a fucking demon!” He growled in frustration, “Those aren’t real, I’m a curse!”

“Well then, what’s a curse?”

“A curse is a spiritual being that’s essentially made entirely out of negative emotions. Fear, loss, loneliness, anger, all of it comes together to make us.” He explained quickly, as if it was all common sense.

“....So a demon?” You clarified. He hit his head on the steering wheel, one quick hit, before regaining his composure.

“No, not a demon.”

“It sounds like a demon.”

“Well it’s not!”

“Well whats the difference?”

“I’m real!” He snapped, finishing his cigarette and throwing it out the window. Which, fucking ick, that's littering.

“I don’t know man, that's kind of a weak difference,” You pointed out, “That's like saying that cake isn’t real because I made a sweet, fluffy, chocolate flavored bread covered with icing. Like, you can call it bread all you want, it’s still cake.” You argued, trying to point out the flaws in his argument.

“Cake is fundamentally different from bread, Y/n” He laughed to keep from crashing the car. Why did he keep you around again?

“Then what is the fundamental difference between demons and curses?! And don’t say religion, demons are found in countless religions and mythologies, Oni’s have been around way longer than christianity!” You demanded, pointing a finger at him with wide eyes so he knew you were serious.

“The fundamental difference is…it’s-” Oh shit, he was actually struggling to find a solid answer. “It’s different okay!”

“Aww, baby, do you not want to admit you’re a demon?” You cooed, leaning in and pursing your lips at him in mock pity. He white knuckle gripped your steering wheel and refused to look at you.

“Talk to me in that tone of voice again and I’ll show you what a demon is.” He warned, low and dark. It sent a chill down your spine, sending your inner prey animal into an anxious tizzy. That deep primordial panic couldn’t distract you from the fact you won though.

“Ha! So you admit it! You are a demon!” You laughed.

“I didn’t admit anything!” He snapped.

“Yes you did, yes you did! How are you going to show me a demon if you’re not one, checkmate Atheist!” You sang between fits of giggles.

“You are the one person in the world that would keep fighting me after I threaten them, do you know that?” He sighed, shaking his head. He remembered why he kept you around. You were the only person left with the balls to challenge him.

“So you admit you’re a demon?” You asked, wanting the gold metal. He groaned.

“Yes! Fine! Sure! Whatever! In your incredibly small human experience and definitions, I suppose I could be considered something akin to a demon, I fucking guess! Are you happy now?! Is this what you want?!” He yelled. You grinned and nodded.

“Yea, that’s all I wanted. We can drop it now.” You shrugged, relaxing into your seat again.

“Thank you, Jesus fuck,” Sukuna grumbled, using the opportunity of a stop sign to light another cigarette before driving again. There was a tense quite that fell over the car. For all of 2 minuets before you broke it.

“Can we go to What-a-burger?” You asked.

“Oh yea, I’m already on the way there.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #demon!sukuna #demon sukuna #demon sukuna x reader #nobody likes you when you're 23

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pyeonghongrie · 6 months

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Bubblegum Bitch

Summary: The pink-glittered "bubblegum bitch" named Hongjoong thinks he runs the school with his pretty mini skirts and cute crop-tops. He picks on the wrong guy and up biting off more than he can chew, or rather, swallow.

Characters/Pairing(s): Sub!Brat!Hongjoong x Mean Dom!Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, Crack

AUs/Trope info: Highschool!AU (They are legal adults), Mean Girls!AU, Bully/Victim to lovers

Word Count: 2,470

Warnings: mentions of bullying, feminization (sorta), calling hongjoong's chest "tits" or "boobs", hongjoong has nipple piercings

Rating: 18+

A/N: Banner by @kwanisms, smut warnings under the cut, MDNI istfg

Smut Warnings: dacryphilia, anal, oral (reader receiving), hongjoong being a fuckin BRAT, hair pulling, face fucking, unprotected sex, degradation, small dick hongjoong, creampie (this tag will make sense later)

You sat there in shock as the ice-cold americano ran down you hair and face, staining your shirt and sending chills throughout your body. Hongjoong stood behind you, holding the now empty Starbucks cup over your head, perfectly manicured nails digging into the plastic as a scowl mixed with a smirk carved into his pretty face.

Gasps could be heard from throughout the cafeteria, Hongjoong was pissed and he needed to do something about it, and it just so happened that you were the closest "nerd" in his vicinity.

"Oops, sorry. You looked like the trashcan." He said in this shrilly, forced giggle. The giggle still felt chillier than the ice stuck in your hair as he proceeded to throw the cup at your head. Walking away after he didn't get the reaction he wanted out of you.

He turns to leave the cafeteria, hips swaying that made his pink skirt swish as his heels clacked on the tile floor.

Your friend, Seonghwa, turned to check on you, "Are you okay? I didn't expect him to take that out on you." he says with genuine concern.

"No, I'm fine. He's just a bitch and that's nothing new." You finally found your voice, picking the ice from your hair and dropping them down on your food tray.

"I don't think we should go to that party tonight, Hongjoong's gonna be there and I'd rather not be around him for a while." Seonghwa said, He wasn't really the party, or the Hongjoong liker type, so this suggestion didn't really surprise you.

"Nah, this doesn't bother me. I be drunk anyways." You say, shrugging off your jacket and patting yourself dry with some tissues.

"Whatever man, I'm staying out of this one." He says, standing up to get you more tissues.

The day was uneventful after that, a few of your classmates came to check up on you, but other than that, nothing much happened for the rest of the day.

Okay, maybe Seonghwa had the right idea of not going to this party.

Not only did the alcohol already run out by the second hour, but the place was way too crowded even to enjoy the dancing. You just opted to camp out in one of the spare bedrooms to take a nap, luckily, you found one that wasn't occupied and you went in immediately.

Sitting down on the bed, you let your back hit it as you exhale, throwing your arm over your eyes in an attempt to calm the raging headache that you're experiencing.

You hear the door swing open, the loud music from downstairs spilling into the room as someone entered, it seems they had the same idea as you.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know someone was here- you?!" Hongjoong said with a shriek, his face laced with pure horror as he realized who was in the room with him.

"Oh shut the fuck up Hongjoong, I came here to take a nap. Don't get your panties in a twist." You say, pinching your nose and rolling over onto your back, burying your face in the pillow.

You hear Hongjoong shifting uncomfortably where he stood, he wanted to leave but he didn't want to show his face outside after people started throwing up downstairs.

He sighs, and you hear him walking towards you as you feel the bed dip, "Scoot over." He pushes you slightly, making room for himself. "This is so degrading, sharing a bed with you." He mumbles, mostly to himself.

"Yeah, whatever." You say, slightly muffled by the pillow, just as you are about to drift off you feel Hongjoong poking your side, "Entertain me, I'm bored."

You raise your head to look at him, the single lamp behind his head making a halo around his blonde hair, he's wearing a graphic tee with his signature pleated skirt and fishnets, heavy boots that end just below his kneecap, and finishing silver jewelry. He looks amazing, as usual.

"Do I look like a fucking clown to you? Entertain yourself." Still, he's getting on your last nerves, no matter how pretty he is all you feel is distaste for the blonde next to you.

"Since when were you hot?" Hongjoong blurts out suddenly, shifting in his sitting position to straighten his back. Horror ran across his face as the weight of what he said sank down on him.

"Oh?" This piqued your interest, and rolling over onto your back again, "You're not bad yourself, but you know that already, you don't dress like a slut and not know it."

Degradation, nobody has ever degraded Hongjoong in the way that you were doing right now, it was hot. His face flushes, running a hand through his blonde hair, "Oh, that's..." his train of thought stops there, the room suddenly becoming too hot for him.

"What? Don't tell me you're into that?" You say degradingly, his face gets redder, a pout forming on his lips, the gloss on his lips catching the soft glow of the lamp.

He clears his throat, ripping his eyes away from you. “Oh fuck off I’m not into that shit” he grumbles shifting his body so that his back was facing you. You raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure about that?" You say, propping yourself up onto your elbows to face him, admiring the view.

"I'm sure." He says, his back still facing you.

"You don't sound so sure." You drag the word out, a hand trailing down your body, "You're lying." Your fingers brushed the hem of his panties he was wearing a pair of bubble pink panties, a comfy pair of cotton.

"What the fuck would I be lying about?" He says, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Your lil kink," You say, your fingers brushing under his skirt, a gasp escaped his lips and his face flushed pink.

"Stop talking, you're pulling shit out of your ass." He said in a sharp tone, though, the way he leans back into your touch betrays his outward aversion.

"I don't think I will. after all the slut asked me to entertain him" You lay back down on the bed, your eyes staring at the ceiling, you hear him sigh, and turn his head to face you.

"What the hell are you up to? You know that you'd lose everything if everyone found out about any of this." He says, his face still flushed with pink.

"Then no one has to know." You say, your cock twitches at your own words.

"Fuck." He says, biting his lip, and turning to face you. "You know, you're a damn cunt for being so convincing," he says, eyeing the tent in your jeans with a lust that wasn't there before.

"It's not my fault you're a needy slut." You say, sitting up fully, Hongjoong groans at this, crawling up the bed to straddle you.

"Yeah I'm a slut, I would've slept with you already if you weren't a fucking nerd." He said, sitting directly on your tent, his weight on your crotch made you throw your head back with a moan.

"What changed now?" You asked, grabbing onto the fabric of his skirt as he continued to not-so-subtly grind down on you.

"Oh you know," he started, already breathless, "didn't know you had that mouth to you." Placing a hand on your stomach. You smirk condescendingly at him, holding his hips down while you thrust up once, pressing your hard-on to his crotch.

You flip his skirt up, finding a small wet patch on his panties, his cock pressing against the thin fabric to get your attention. “Well, there’s more that my mouth could do,” you said as your eyes met his again, opting to grab the back of his neck to pull him into a searing kiss, he let out a muffled whimper as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, small hands holding onto your shirt.

You grip the hair behind his head, forcefully pulling him off your face. You watch as the string of saliva that connected you breaks, Hongjoong looks dazed, he is just recovering from the shock of that kiss. “But I’d rather see what yours could do.”

You push him off of you and onto his back, his frame bouncing slightly at the impact, he lets out a gasp. You crawl towards him, taking only a moment to undo your belt and jeans. Hongjoong finally gets a good look at your cock as you take it out of your boxers. Stroking your cock, you say, “Y’know, I don’t think you deserve this.” Hongjoong’s eyes widened at the thought, his eyes glazing over with a desperate mist, “But you can let me fuck your face and I’ll think about letting you hop on this dick.”

Almost immediately, Hongjoong opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out whining and moaning followed after, “Aw, at the end of the day you are just a cock-hungry whore.” You say condescendingly, pushing your cock into his mouth with a grunt, holding his head down by his hair.

Hongjoong’s eyes roll to the back of his head, mascara running down his face as he lets you fuck it. Perfect lipgloss smearing on his cheeks makes him look more fucked out than he actually was, but nevertheless, his head is pleasantly empty.

“What? Anything to say to me now?” You laugh at the state of the boy under you, struggling to take your cock down his throat as he tries to speak, but obviously fails, this strokes your ego even more, having this much power over your tormenter. His muffles and whines send vibrations through your cock, and your grip on his hair tightens as you fuck his throat faster, his mascara stopped running down his face on account that it ran out, now replaced with a stream of clear tears wetting his cheeks.

You were close, but you didn’t want this to end just yet. You grab his hair, pulling him off your cock, he takes in big gulps of air, “Stop pulling my hair you ass.” He said, his voice hoarse from the rough usage of his throat, the string of saliva connecting his lips and your cock breaking from his snarky words.

“I would if you weren’t so into it, you’re damn near cumming in your panties babygirl.” You tug on his hair again to add insult to injury.

You hold his hips, hands slipping under his skirt to pull down his panties. After taking it off him, you hold up the article of clothing in front of his face, “Look, you soaked this tiny thing.” You say before stuffing the pair into his mouth, “I like you better when you shut the fuck up.”

Flipping his skirt up, you can't help but chuckle a little at the sight before you. “Is this how you get away with these slutty outfits you got going on? Tiny, useless cock. You were made to take it, weren’t you? Whore.” His response was muffled by the panties in his mouth, his hands gripping the sheets below him. You flip his crop-top over his tits, seeing shiny silver on them, you take this as an opportunity to suck and pull on them, his sensitive nipples wending more pre-cum to his cute cock.

“You say that you hate me, but you’re under me, taking everything I give you.” You say, licking stripes onto his chest, “You hate me, but you want me so badly, you talk so much shit but as soon as I fight back you’re showing this cute hole to me.”

“This is mine now, I’m gonna fuck the mean out of you until you’re just an empty-headed cockslut, just for me.” Hongjoong’s eyes rolled back, cumming untouched just by your words, he was shaking, whining, and moaning into the fabric gagging him as he sobbed from the intense pleasure.

“If you think I’m done with you, you’re so fucking wrong.” You gripped his small cock, stroking him, Hongjoong started cringing in overstimulation, squirming into the sheets as you continued to milk him for his worth. You collect some of his cum, rubbing your fingers together to coat them with it. You head towards his puckering hole, rubbing the slick onto the hole before pushing one finger in.

“Gotta open you up for my big cock, you need to take everything I give you, it’s the least you could do after disturbing what was supposed to be my nap.” Hongjoong let out a muffled moan, nodding in agreement with you. For every thrust of your finger, he lets out a squeal of a moan, back arching off the bed with the creek of the springs protesting under his weight.

You add another finger, the pair of panties falling out of Hongjoong’s mouth with how wide he opened them, “Oh god! Don’t stop, please, fuck!” he writhed, hips bucking up to meet your fingers, them hitting just the spot that made Hongjoong delirious, “Fuck, fuck, fuck me!”

Panting heavily, he says, “Fuck, just give me your cock, I want it, I need it, I need to cum from your cock, please!” Hongjoong says in desperation, too far gone to realize half the words he said were senseless babbles.

“Fuck, yeah, you want my cock? You’ll get it.” Taking your fingers out of him, stroking your cock with your still wet fingers while he lifts his hips up to present his hole to you, stretched out and ready for you, you take your cock and line it up with his hole, slowly pushing in with little resistance.

“Fuck! M’so full, fuck me pleasepleaseplease-” He’s practically drunk at this point, you start to thrust at a steady pace, Hongjoong’s tongue sticking out from his head being pleasantly empty, moans freely spill from his lips, much like the fact that he’s also drooling at the moment.

He’s so tight, squeezing your cock like he was just asking to get filled, the look on Hongjoong’s fucked-out face demanded that you stuff him full of your cum, and you know what? Who are you to deny him?

Skin slapping on skin, wet shlucking noises, and Hongjoong’s high-pitched whining made it incredibly obvious what was happening in the room to people outside, “Mmfuck! M’gonna cum m’gonna cum m’gonna cum-” Hongjoong chanted, your name left his lips like a mantra, a prayer, even, as he came all over his skirt and your jeans for the second time tonight.

The image of Hongjoong’s fucked out face was enough to send you over the edge, hips stilling flush against his as you spill your seed in his inviting hole.

Both of you try to catch your breath, a silence only accompanied by heavy breathing before Hongjoong breaks it. “Give me your number, I’m gonna need this dick for weeks.”

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Worse Different

Tangerine x GN!reader

Summary: after completing a mission you and Tangerine have a talk (honestly I had no idea what to do with this summary, but I promise it's good)

Tags/Warnings: fluff, first kiss, mentions of nightmares and little bit of insomnia, language, mentions of dead bodies, mostly fluff

A/N: I have no idea what this is supposed to be but i got the idea from a HC list by @lemonadetangerinejuice saying that Lemon and Tangerine would hate energy drinks. Things just sort of happened from there, but I honestly love how it turned out!

You were standing in the door of the warehouse, both of you leaning on one side of the opening. It was a fairly big door seeing as forklift trucks had to pass through it sometimes.

You and Tangerine were send out on a job to kill someone, apparently someone was not very kind with grudges. It was nothing knew, nothing the two of you couldn't handle, so you were done in less then an hour. The only thing you had to do now was get rid of him and some collateral damage.

But before you did that Tangerine said he needed a cigarette, a moment to unwind if you will.

As he put the cig between his lips he heard the opening of a can of soda. He turned around to face you, watching as you downed almost a whole can of Red Bull in one go. "You actually drink that shit?"

"Yeah.. what's it to you?"

"D'ya know how bad that is for ya?" He had never liked energy drinks, they tasted like piss and the only time he ever drank them was when he absolutely needed to, but even that barely happened.

"Did you look at what's hanging between your lips right now?" You pointed out.

"That's different." He states.

You scoff at him. "If anything it's worse different."

"At least I'm not pouring tons of sugar and who knows what else down my fuckin' throat." He accused you as he lit his cigarette, putting the lighter back into his pocket.

"Yeah well how else am I supposed to stay awake?"

"There's this thing called sleeping, love." Tangerine took another drag of his cig, slowly blowing the smoke up into the air.

"Do you sleep?"

Silence falls between the two of you. You got him. You down the rest of the drink, throwing the can in the trashcan behind you.

"That's what I thought. I don't need you judging my unhealthy habits while you're still smoking a pack per day."

"I don't-" Tangerine starts, but before he could even finish his sentence, claiming not to smoke so much when he damn well knew he did, you cut him off by raising you eyebrow at him. This was an argument he knew he wouldn't win.

He took another drag of his cigarette before throwing it own the ground, stomping it out with his, way too fancy for this job, dress shoes.

"So what makes it that you can't sleep then, huh?"

You weren't sure where Tangerine's sudden interest in you came from. And maybe it was this moment in which the two of you stood peacefully on the dock looking out on the water or the fact that you've had a crush on the British man for a while now, but you didn't quite feel like telling him to fuck off.

"Bit of everything I guess." You didn't need to elaborate for Tangerine to understand. "You?"

Most of the people in their business dealt with the same sleeping problems. Nightmares, paranoia and insomnia were the most common ones. Though he had never seen Lemon have those problems, once his brother was down there was no waking him up. Tangerine envied that ability more often then not.

He himself was mostly plagued by nightmares these days. He can't remember a single night where he had more than 4 hours of unbroken sleep since Tokyo. Most of them ending with him waking up in cold sweat, grasping at his neck to make sure he's not bleeding out. He wouldn't even try to back to sleep after that, usually just staring out on London from his balcony, cigarette between his fingers.

He hasn't even told Lemon about it, although he's pretty sure his brother has his suspicions. However for some reason he told you.

"Mostly nightmares."

You settled into a comfortable silence, letting your thoughts take over. There wasn't really much else to say about it, it came with the job and you would just have to live with that. You knew what you signed up for.

Your eyes trailed from the water to the sky, the sun reflected onto the water as it was slowly setting. It had been raining all week so this was a welcome change.

"You ever think it would be easier if you had someone?" Tangerine's voice was unusually soft as he turned to face you again.

"If I had someone?" You gave him a skeptical look, not really understanding what he was getting at.

"Yeah, ya know like eh.. fuck-" Tangerine had never been especially good with words. You could almost hear him internally beating himself up about it.

"Hey, what is it?" You stood up straight from leaning against the door and made your way over to him.

"Never mind, 's stupid."

"You can tell me." At that he finally looked at you. There was this vulnerability in his eyes, you'd never seen before.

"Don't you ever feel lonely?"

You were taken aback a little bit. The two of you talked about a lot of things, but never about your feelings.

"All the time,-" you chuckled as if it wasn't plaguing you almost every night. "-but that's the job I guess." You shrugged.

"What if you didn't have to be?"

His clear blue eyes stared directly into yours, he was dead serious but everything short of intimidating. There was this admiration in his eyes. Longing for something neither of you ever thought you could have. That's when you finally clocked it.

Oh.

Apparently it took you too long to answer as you could see his mouth moving again. It took you a few seconds to come back from your thoughts and actually understand what he was on about.

"-just forget it, 's stu-" he didn't have time to finish as you cut him off, quite literally grabbing his face and pulling his lips onto your own. Tangerine was stunned by the sudden movement and before he could kiss you back you had already broken it off again.

For a second you were both just standing there, staring at one another. Then a slight smile appeared on Tangerine's face, the first genuine one you had ever seen on him, bringing forth your own.

This time it was Tangerine who closed the distance, cupping your face as he brought your lips together again. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tongue made his way into your mouth. His lips tasted like a mix of nicotine and the blood from his earlier split lip. This combined with the strong smell of his cologne made you addicted to him in less then a second.

The kiss was hungry but gentle as you explored each other's mouths for the first time, that same confidence he always wore carried over into the way he kissed you. You could tell he had been wanting to do this for a long time, but then again so had you.

The kiss had felt way too short when Tangerine already started to pull away. He didn't let go of your face as he looked into your eyes, smirk plastered onto his face.

You leaned forward with the intention to kiss him again, needing more from him. But as you leaned in his hand left your cheek and covered your mouth. You looked up at him in confusion.

"As much as I loved kissing you, I'm not doin' it again until you wash that disgusting taste of Red Bull out of your mouth, love."

With that he turned back to the warehouse, leaving you outside with a defeated look on your face.

"Chop chop, we got bodies to dispose of."

Finally you followed him back into the warehouse. As you were bagging up the mangled bodies you couldn't help but wanting to go home as fast as possible. You'd brush your teeth for an hour if you had to, just to taste him again.

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xoxo-sarah · 11 months

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Getaway Car

↝a/n: y'all voted! Set in Season 3.

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x FEM!reader

↝ warning: angst, not proofread, Billy is mentioned, mention of alcohol, physical abuse, inappropriate comments about reader, talk about cheating, breakup

↝⎙ 6.6.23

"maybe later, pretty boy."

You winked at Steve across the counter, before walking towards the door, ice scream in hand.

"Woah." He turned around, looking at a wide-eyed Robin.

"What?"

"Mr. y/l/n would beat you to pulp if he knew you were flirting with his daughter." Your father was a very intimidating guy, an ex-sheriff, actually. Rumor has it that he beat a guy so much that he got fired, and that offered up a spot for Hopper to take the duty of Sheriff. The guy never seemed to have a smile on his face.

"Relax, it was just a little harmless banter, Buckley."

"Yeah? Tell that to her boyfriend."

Steve's eyebrows furrowed, following Robin's finger when she pointed towards the glass windows.

You stood in front of Billy Hargrove, kissing his cheek after giving him his ice cream. "You've got to be kidding me."

The guy sweeps in, takes Steve's spot in popularity, insults his-then-girlfriend, and now has the girl Steve has had his eye on since he could remember. Steve hated that guy.

They both watched as Billy shrugged you off, taking a few licks of his icecream before throwing it in the trashcan.

Yep, hate that guy.

•••••

"Y/n?" Steve had seen someone walking down the side of the road, raining pouring down, causing him to stop when he got close enough to notice the jacket.

You turned your head the other way, sniffling before fixing your posture, rain soaking you. "Y/n, what are you doing? Get in the car."

The car slowed right beside you, Steve trying to look at you and the road. "C'mon, y/l/n." But you never stopped. Steve parked the car fully, jumping out and jogging around the car. He stood in front of you, not letting you past. The rain soaked his hair, falling into his eyelashes and down his cheeks. "You're gonna get sick."

You spilled apology after apology as you sat in his passenger seat. "I'm getting your seat wet." You whined, buckling.

Steve chuckled, "so am I- it's fine."

Silence laid on the car as if it was a thick blanket.

Steve turned onto your road, stopping when you had an outburst. "No! Uh, I don't wanna go home." Steve stared at your side profile for a few seconds before pulling into a driveway and turning back.

"My house? I can fix food." It would be a lie to say you weren't hungry, especially when Steve had heard your stomach growl when you first got in the car.

There wasn't much more talking on the way to his house.

Steve turned at your gasp, seeing you in his dry shirt and sweatpants, he didn't even notice the can in your hands. Farrah Fawcett hairspray. "My mom uses this." He ignored the playful smirk on your face, turning back to the microwave.

He brought the pate over to the table after it was done, hissing as his finger skimmed the bottom of the plate. "Watch it, it's hot."

"I wonder why."

"Sorry I only had day old pizza. I don't know how to cook." There was that sweet smile that Steve could look at for the rest of his life.

"It's good."

•••••

"Are you kidding?" Steve stared at Robin, who just told him about the fight she had seen you and Billy have in the parking lot at school. "Why'd she get back in the car?" After hearing how he yelled at you, calling you all kinds of name, Steve hated how you still got in the car, letting him drive you back to his place probably.

Speaking of the devil.

You strolled in, a smile gracing your face as you made eye contact with the boy. Robin knocked on the table with her knuckles a few times before smiling, "regular?" After you nodded she was off, leaving you two to chat. "So-"

"So." Your eyes widened at his flat, cold tone.

"Who pissed in your Cheerios?" His eyes glanced all over your face, down your neck. He saw the bruise- the hickey.

He scoffed, looking at his hands before looking back up. "What are you doing?" He saw how you were confused, not knowing how to respond. "He's a dick. Leave him."

Now knowing what was going on, you took a step back, smile falling. "Don't start."

"He yelled at you- no man should ever raise their voice, especially at you."

"It's not you business, okay?!" The other people in the shop turned, just as Robin walked back over. You took the ice cream, slamming money on the counter before walking out. Steve watched you, a frown plastered on his face.

A sudden hit at the back of his head made him yelp, staring Robin down. "Stupid." Robin rolled her eyes before going to get the next person's order.

•••••

"He just stood there. No emotion whatsoever." You rolled your eyes, looking up as more tears rolled down your cheeks. It wasn't a surprise that Billy had been fucking another girl. It still hurts to see how it effected you. He wasn't cruel enough to tell you 'i told you so'. He simply pushed the bowl of ice cream closer. You turned, looking at him teary-eyed. "I should've listened I just... I loved him."

The air got caught in Steve's throat. He swallowed as more tears fell.

His hand raised, his fingers gliding across your soft cheek, wiping the tears away.

As his hand dropped, he looked back at your eyes, seeing their doe-like innocence looking back at him. "Make me forget I ever looked at him."

"What?" He wasn't sure if he heard you right, with the people around the booth and the fact your voice was nearly a whisper.

"Please, Steve. Make me forget him."

•••••

"What? We're just over?!"

Steve's head shot up, seeing you walking fast towards his car, Billy right behind you. "You cheated, William! You don't get to be mad at me!" Steve got out of the car as you turned around, poking Billy's chest with almost every word. "I told you that I didn't like how she looked at you. I told you how she made me feel ugly compared to her! You just brushed it off, making me feel stupid."

Unknown to them, you had seen how your father acted, seeing the same sign in Billy. But you didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to seem as weak and stupid as your mother felt the first time her husband had cheated.

"Get off my dick, woman! Maybe if you weren't all over me all the time, I wouldn't have felt so suffocated." As Billy's hand went to your shoulder to push you back, Steve was behind you, hand going to your sides to help keep your balance.

"hey, chill out, man." Steve's nostrils flared, glaring at the mullet wearing dick. Billy looked between the two of you, before chuckling.

"Really? Harrington?" He scoffed before turning around. "Whatever," he walked a few steps away before continuing. "Bitch." Before Steve could go after him, your hand was in his, leading him back to the car. Before you knew it, the car was steamed up and the two of you were panting through a heavy makeout.

•••••

"Y/n, she just dropped something off. I swear." You couldn't help the doubts that clouded your mind. Nancy was pretty. They had a past. You weren't completely crazy for waiting for the signs. Were you?

"I don't know if I can do this." Steve stopped talking, staring at you.

"No. Y/n, look, I promise. Baby, please." He knew thoughts were racing through you mind, not stopping for anything no matter how much you wanted them to.

Steve reached forward, taking your hands in his. "I'm not him, okay." You knew he meant Billy but you thought of your dad. How little he made your mom feel, how he would gaslight her into thinking she was crazy after knowing he would go out, staying late into the night with another woman.

"Prove it."

"What?" He was confused for a second, just looking at your face. But you never elaborated. Before he knew it, he fell down to his knees, kissing your belly before raising your shirt. "I love you." He muttered against the skin under your belly button.

•••••

It was the moments where you wore the biggest, brightest smile that Steve knew he was doing something right. He'd do anything, give anything to always have you smiling like you were now. Wind blowing through your hair as you watched the trees blur by. "You're so beautiful." You turned, a blush painting your cheeks at his random comment.

"Eyes on the road, Harrington." He reached over, laying a hand on your thigh before squeezing it. He would never understand how anyone would want to hurt you, emotionally or physically. He thought back to the time he had taken you to your house to get some more clothes to spend the night. You had told him to stay in the car as you ran in, saying you'd only be a minute. He watched the door for you, and seen you open the door, going to step out before you quickly turned around, face dropping before a hand pulled your hair, pulling you back to the house. The door shut by the time Steve was out of the car, running to the porch. He had run straight in, seeing your hand standing over you, tears running down your face as you stood hunkering down. Steve had quickly gathered you up when you dad went to get another drink, his breath already reeking of alcohol. Steve never wanted you to go back.

•••••

Ignore him. Just ignore him. Steve kept having to remind himself, a taunting Billy at the end of the aisle. "She was the best ass I've ever had, honestly." One of Billy's buddies had cackled at that, not really knowing exactly that Billy had seen Steve and just wanted to rile the man up. "Yeah, Y/L/N's a special one, I'll tell you that."

"Why don't you keep her name out of your mouth, huh, Hargrove?" He dropped the bag of chips back on the shelf, turning to glare.

Billy laughed, stepping closer. "Tell me," he stepped even closer, shoulders squared. His voice was quiet as he got in Steve's face. "Has she screamed my name yet?"

"Steven!" You gasped, seeing the bruise forming around his eye when he stepped through the door.

"I didn't know getting a bag of chips would be this dangerous." Steve dryly chuckled as you tried to lighten the mood and held an icepack to his eye.

"What happened?" He knew you. He knew how you would react to hearing what happen. He knew how you'd blame yourself, being hard on yourself when it wasn't your fault. But he couldn't bring himself to lie to you. Your hands stopped playing with his hair as he told you, watching your face drop.

•••••

"I can't do this anymore."

Steve knew you could, knew you wanted to. He knew you were lying. It was so sudden, Steve wondered what had happened in such a short time. You two were just cuddling, naked bodies under his covers. And now you sat beside him in his car, tears threatening to escape. "Steve, I want to break up."

"What happened?" He glanced up at the house, your house. Your father wasn't supposed to be home, his truck wasn't in the drive way. He couldn't of been here to tell you to end things. Everything was fine, atleast it was in Steve's mind.

"I just don't see us working out." You lied through your teeth, Steve could tell. You hadn't looked him in the eye since you sat in his seat. He reached over, grabbing your hand like he had so many times through your relationship, it felt as if they fit right in each other- like a puzzle piece.

"I don't believe you."

"Damnit, Steve!" You threw your hands up, dropping his hand as Steve flinched at your outburst. "I don't want to be with you, why can't you just let me break up with you." Before he could respond, you were getting out of the car, slamming the door before running up to your house and slamming the front door.

Steve just say there, not knowing what to do.

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decolonize-the-left · 1 year

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Happy 2nd The-Right-Literally-Stromed-The-Capitol-And-Dems-Still-Won't-Stop-Platforming-Them-In-Elections Anniversary!!!

Let's place a bet, yeah?

I bet your lives that the person dems tries to pit themselves against for the presidential election in 2024 is gonna be some Ted Cruz/Ben Carson/Trump-esque right-wing Trashcan that Dems will think is too extreme to be an actual contender in a presidential race.

And I bet it's another close call because Dems refuse to see that the gap that made them different from Republicans is only for show at this point.

And I bet after the last couple election cycles that things go absolutely fucking left for all of us because now we All know the right is willing to storm the capitol meanwhile anyone short of being a straight up leftist can't decide if breaking a window at protest is a justifiable action in response to police literally murdering people in broad daylight on a regular basis.

So like. Yeah.

Super in love with the concept that despite knowing all this and despite the fact that leftists and progressives have pointed this out Year After Year that Democrats and liberals will STILL try and gaslight all of us into thinking it's just coincidence that they keep platforming harmful bigots and it's just Coincidence that They happen to be the only ones who can save us every election. And the rise in right-wing ideology DEFINITELY doesn't have anything to do with democrats literally advertising it to people (who otherwise would've supported a MUCH more conservative and center-right candidate....who could've beat a democrat).

.......but yeah vote blue. The party literally platforming and advertising extremists aren't extremists themselves. Definitely not. They're definitely taking Super Normal and Acceptable measures to keep themselves in power keep people in the USA safe. Platforming extremists and spreading right wing ideology is what good, compassionate people do. As long as the ends justify the means right? As long as it's for the greater good, right?

For the record.... Republicans are PISSED about this. And I understand that as Democrats and liberals you have an impulsive need to be happy about that. I get it. Republicans suck. You know what sucks more? Nazis. White supremacists. Even Republicans know that. They don't want Dems platforming them. Let me say that again. Even Republicans know how harmful and fucked up this tactic is.

And maybe the rising numbers of white supremacists and bigots don't pose a threat to you, but they do pose a Literal increasing threat to minorities who have to deal with and face them on a daily basis, a reality politicians and privileged liberals forget because it's not Your reality.

I can assure you I'd rather have a conservative republican who Doesn't increase the amount of people who want me dead sitting in office than to have a democrat in office who chose to risk MY life and safety for a seat that they won't even use to protect me (after THEY created more hateful violence around me) knowing full well they'll do the same thing in another 2 years.

I really don't want to be right but if I am, you can bet your ass I'm gonna drag this post out of the fucking depths to reblog during the campaigns. And it's not an election year or election cycle right now either so don't give me that "you're just a psyop/Republican/Russian plant" bullshit. I'm a minority of Several communities and as such I'm a fucking target for hate like this. I'm allowed to critique the people who intentionally INCREASE the number of people who want people like me dead.

Like you all can say a lot about Republicans but Republicans aren't the ones spreading right wing propaganda on primetime TV. Democrats are. And it's not even a secret. They don't even deny it. Y'all just don't wanna think about the implications of what that means for You as someone who supports Democrats. So you pretend it's fucking normal. An acceptable risk.

It's not, you freaks.

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sribbles-drabbles · 1 year

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Hey it’s me again. Can you write about Trey , Malleus, Leona, Vill , Floyd and Jade partner getting there period or getting a hour long bloody nose and have their partners brothers either be Azul and Epel.

Hey!! Thanks for the request!! Unfortunately, I don’t write for the TWST Minors, so I’m going to skip over the Tweels.

Trey, Malleus, Leona, Vil, and Cater x heavy bleeder!GN! Reader

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♣️Trey♣️

Oh no-

Are you ok??? Your face-

He’s so concerned that you, Ace, and Deuce did something stupid and possibly pissed the wrong person off.

When you told him the only thing you fought was a door…and you lost…he’s relived but also more concerned and ever that he can’t leave you out of his sights for a SECOND

Makes you food that’s high in iron and some of your favorite sweets for desert, he doesn’t know how much blood you lost, but still a good idea to keep your iron and sugar high

Even if your totally fine he’ll tell you to lay down

He’s just a concerned man. He’s SO stressed.

Honestly one of the least panicked, but still concerned for your general health.

“No, you’re staying here, and you’re gonna like it. Ace and Deuce’s dumb ideas can wait, you’re mine for now.”

💚Malleus💚

He starts SOBBING

Smells blood, and thinks your dying

“Ch-Child of MAN I’M SORRY FOR INJURING YOU-”

You’ll have to go get Lilia and both sit down Malleus to explain a menstrual cycle

Once he learns what it is? Oh boy.

He’s so curious and will ask you all the uncomfortable questions. All about pregnancy, and such.

He’s also even more princely when you’re in your period, because he sees it as a challenge to prove that he’ll be an excellent husband in the future.

Chocolate? Gotchu. Need him to take notes for you on a particularly rough day? He’s there even if he isn’t IN THAT CLASS-

In short, he’s GREAT

“It was no trouble my dear, honestly. It’s my honor to be of service to you, as it allows me to show you all my love.”

🦁Leona🦁

Rip u ig

Smells the blood a mile away, whether you be in the bathroom or simply cuddling next to him while during that time of the month

Honestly I think his instincts would make him alot more clingy. Sent of blood either means a partner in heat or someone who’s injured or ill

Thus any of those things make him want to keep you stationary and to himself

He orders Ruggie to get you anything you want, and demands you nap with him more often, especially if you had a bloody nose and lost a-lot of blood

Stand up too fast and are about to go down? Leona catches you, grumbles about, it then moves on.

Very possessive during this time. Ruggie and Grim and such are fine to be around you, but not people like Jack, Ace, or Deuce.

“Lay your ass down before you pass out again. You hit the floor, and i’m leaving you there to your own devices, you here me herbivore?”

🍎Vil🍎

You’re getting blood all over the floor—

NO DON’T USE YOUR SLEEVE TO STOP YOUR NOSE FROM BLEEDING THAT ONLY ANGERS HIM MORE—

Will lead you to the bathroom, have you strip and stand in the shower.

Then gives you tissue to stop the bleeding as you sit in the base of the shower.

Once your done, he’s making you shower as he washes your clothes and makes sure Rook got the stain out of whatever you bled on.

Much more understanding of menstrual blood, and will give you a diet high in iron and sugars.

Definitely that bitch who has your cycle mapped out on his phone, and has your perfect diet and routine planned for it.

“Make sure you eat all of it. I portioned it perfectly to give you all of the nutrients and minerals you need, especially with all that blood-loss.”

♦️Cater♦️

Concern-

You GOOD fam????

That’s alot of red….

And now he’s puking.

I hc Cater is kinda squeamish. But not in the “i’m gonna pass out even at the site of fake blood” kinda way, more like the “i’m gonna hurl only if I see and SMELL real blood” kinda way.

Like it’s the iron smell that REALLY gets him. And he’ll stay conscious…he’ll just have his head in a trashcan as he tosses up breakfast.

He tries to help, he REALLY DOES but like, t just makes him feel so ill.

So if you’re prone to bloody noses, maybe…give him fair warning and turn to your friends while bleeding.

Absolutely sweetie with aftercare though!! Much like Trey, he’ll brings you snacks and stuff if you needed it.

Much better with menstrual bleeding, as he has to elder sisters, and he can’t see or smell that blood.

“Hey babe…I..OH MY SEVEN-I…I GOTTA GO-”

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mxthxbot · 5 months

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The Twin’s Return

“Seriously? You’re still doing these?” Mason said, ripping the blunt out of Mateo’s fingers and throwing it. The wolf growling suddenly, eyes flashing a bright green and the older hissed. Mateo let out a huff, dropping his body back down to the seat.

“Fuck man… Whats up your ass, but basing on how bitchy you’re being absolutely nothing.”

“Mateo!” Mason laughed, the wolf only laughed while getting up from his seat to grab the bag of jerky. “Are you not worried? We were gone for so long…”

“You actually care about these idiots? All they do is run around and yap!”

“Sounds like someone I know…”

“Watch it Sonnie. You took out Fenrir’s blend, you know he’s gonna be pissed.” Mason rolled his eyes, leaning against the island counter they had in their kitchen. “You know I hate that nickname… and stop talking about yourself in third person, it’s so childish.”

Mateo laughed, finishing the bag of jerky and crumbling the back before throwing it to the trashcan. “And don’t think I don’t know about the fights you’ve been causing Mateo. We were supposed to lie low, we’re on the hunt-“

“Bleh, they deserved it. I’m gonna go see our sister~”

“Really?”

“Or my new smokin buddy. Since someone decided to crush my smokes…”

@livealittleoc-cb @raiden-oc

#mason♾️#mateo🐺

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areyousanta · 3 months

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The contrast of Roy in a trashcan and Link in a bucket;

Roy pissed someone Riza off and was thrown in there.

Link is there for ✨Enrichment ✨

#stfusanta #this was in my head the whole time i was drawing it tbh #both link and roy pics #i had the link idea before i made roys #i should make myself stickers of them both

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deatheatet · 5 months

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So, everybody. Z-Dog x Walker One-shot won the poll so here it is

-Zhang's POV-

Z-Dog was standing with me when the rest of the squad was supposed to wake up. I know it botheres her that neither Mansk nor Walker were in our group,that she had to wait longer.Z had been chewing on the inside of her mouth for nearly twenty minutes. I made a mental note to tell the Colonel to get Z some gum,force if he had to. Z never realized she was doing it,so I nudged her with my elbow and she looked at me

"Hell was that for?"Z asked

"Your chewing your cheek"I told her. She hissed,still weird knowing we hiss like cats now, and cursed.

"Goddamn it! What the f-" She cut her swearing off with a pissed look. I remember her say something about it being subconscious I think. Well if she didn't get any gum at least Ja might be able to do something,or keep a bunch of extra packs on him like when we were human When it came time for the next group of our squad to wake up,Me, Z-Dog and Fike were there so no one pulled another Colonel,woke up and went to swinging when they see blue. Next group was Mansk,Warren,Walker,Ja and Prager.Z-dog went to Mansk first. I helped out Warren, people actually thought we were a couple as humans,but we're both straight as Lyle's sniper shots. Well,Warren was bi,so was I,we just preferred women. After Z-Dog heard Walker grumble a little and shoved the scientists away Snarling "Get that fuckin light outta her goddamn eyes"

-Walkers Pov-

My eyes fluttered open and i blinked away some blurriness,and saw an avatar.... She looked familiar till "Hey there Baby. glad to see ya woke up" My ears shot up in recognition, fuckin great,that means I'm Blue...and dead. It was... Was it really,Z... the answer was yes,once I saw the tattoos, always with the fuckin tattoos.

"Z?" I asked, Christ my voice was fucked up, sounds like I choked a little to much.

"Good mornin Sleeping Beauty" Z smiled,it all fell back in place so easy. Our normal teasing,our jokes and everything. "Still sexy,even in blue baby" Z said winking at me when I raised up,and realized that my fuckin ass was showing because of the Fucking gown those damn science pukes put me in. "Funny, asshole"I retorted grinning a little.

After a couple hours and the Colonel's briefing,he must have been good to make a joke dispite having woken up swinging at his squad. Everything pretty much was the same for all of us,We were just taller,bluer and had tails with fangs. Wasn't much fun goin to the gym when we got so fuckin exhausted after only a couple hours,used to be we could go for damn near a day. Didn't matter, Colonel was assigning bunk mates now anyway,no doubt everyone would end up with their favorite team mate. Meaning Fike and I will be bunking, hopefully.

-Z-Dogs POV -

"Alright,all ya shut yer traps" Colonel said,his way of announcing bunk pairings were coming.

"All right so unfortunately,(he grumbles mid sentence "They stupidly forgot there's fuckin 12 of us") We all gotta bunk with someone,but i ain't bunkin with nobody,so there'll be three of ya sharin a room." of course,but I know he just wants some real time to be alone,He had asked bout Paz and the kid not long after waking up..Paz was KIA and no one knows what happened to the kid, wether he stayed,was killed, sent back to earth... Nothing. I got real pissed when I heard they didn't try to watch on the kid,still am actually. Doesn't matter,(It does) Any-Ah shit.

-3rd person POV-

Z spit blood into a trashcan, Quaritch looked at her. 'Remind them damn science pukes to get her some gum' Quaritch thought to himself. Either way he announced "Lyle and Mansk are sharing"

-Walkers Pov-

Ah,Mansk and Lyle. Means Z and I are probably bunking,thank God. I love Fike,he's my best friend,but Z helps with a lot. The list went on after.

Mansk & Lyle

Zhang & Warren

Prager & Ja

Me & Z

Fike,Brown & Lopez,then the Colonel on his own. I'm glad Fike's with Brown and Lopez,yeah they fight a lot but their both close with him. And Brown is a good thing because when Sean has a freak out he usually needs someone to hold him,Brown is his first option. He likes him more than friends but won't admit it because Brown seems straight as an arrow. Hell poor Sean forgets over half of our asses are all bi. The only real straight ones are Colonel,Lyle,Mansk,and Lopez. Ja and Prager honestly give me mixed signals on which one they are.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Thank God. I love Mansk but I wanna talk to Walker about some stuff.

After some more working out it was Lights out. There were bunks in the room,not bunk beds thank God. Walker was in the shower when I got there so I just put on some sweats and took my shirt off. So now I was in my sports bra and my sweats, honestly more modest than how I slept as a human. I was checking out a holo pad when Walker finished her shower.

-Walkers POV-

I finished my shower and dried off. I put on some shorts and my sports bra, basically a sleep version of my regular outfit. Either way I'm to damn tired for anything so I head out and Z's on the bed messing with a holo pad, probably trying to find a movie to watch. "Hey Z" my voice sounds weird,it's just. God I don't know how to explain it.

"Hey" Z responded, looking up at me. God,we spent so many nights together as humans why is it so weird being alone now in these bodies.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Walker looked nervous, can't blame her. No predicting these new bodies but it was something else,I can tell. She's shifting around and she won't look at me,and the tail gives it away.

"Hey, Maria?"

-Walkers POV-

"Hey Maria?"

My head snaps over,Z never calls me Maria like I never call her Alicia, unless it was when we were Fucking,well then we only said each other's first names when we were making love. If we were Fucking...eh I don't wanna mention what we called each other.

"What's wrong,Sweet girl?" Z asked turning my face to her and gently holding her hand to my cheek once I sat down on the bed. I sighed "Sort of. I'm happy we're together but..." I felt blood rush to my face,the second I said this I wasn't living it down

#miles quaritch #paz socorro #miles socorro #lyle wainfleet #recom squad #walker #zindarsk #recom mansk #recom lopez #Recom Warren #recom zhang #recom fike #recom prager #Recom Ja #recom brown #Recombinant Squad

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Famous Last Words

Summary:

When Atsumu's scent makes Sakusa present, he's more than happy to help with the rut that follows.

Ao3 Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Sakusa Kiyoomi, Omega Miya Atsumu, True Mates, Presenting, Rutting, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Rimming, Accidental Edging, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink, mild strength kink, Miya Atsumu is a Little Shit, Knotting

Notes:

For SakuAtsu Omegaverse Week 2023!

Trope: Fated Mates

Infuriating.

The blonde was absolutely infuriating.

That was the only word Sakusa could use to describe the annoying as hell setter talking his ear off.

He couldn't deny he was drawn to him, however, and that somehow pissed him off more.

"Oi! Omi-Omi! Are ya even listenin' ta me?" Atsumu huffs as he waves a hand in front of the spiker's ever-grumpy face.

'Unfortunately.' Sakusa thinks, scowling harder when he notices himself once again praising something Miya does.

This time, it was Atsumu respecting his space by waving the arm simply in his field of vision rather than right in his face. Sakusa had only had to mention his disdain for germs once, and the setter had immediately adjusted his entire way of interacting with the spiker to respect this without making a big deal about it.

"I'm listening." Is what he sighs instead.

"Just checkin'." Atsumu grins before he continues complaining about something his twin did.

Sakusa opens his mouth to make a snippy comment about a certain part, but he's cut off by an alarm sounding on the blonde's phone.

"Ah, hold on, Omi-Omi. I gotta change my patches." Atsumu huffs, taking his backpack off to shuffle through it. "Do ya know where there's a bathroom in this school? I normally just change 'em wherever, but I doubt ya wanna smell me."

Sakusa tilts his head in confusion before it clicks what the setter's talking about. "You presented already?" He asks, finally noticing the barely there color difference on the blonde's neck.

"A few months ago, yea- there they are!" Atsumu holds up the box triumphantly. "Scent's still kinda all over, so I've been tryin' ta be consistent. Especially here at a trainin' camp."

Sakusa nods, adjusting his mask. "Very responsible." He hums, glancing around the halls and realizing they might actually be lost in the school. Shit. "Well I don't know where the bathrooms are, or where we are for that matter, but I haven't presented yet if you want to just change them." He shrugs, not knowing these would be his famous last words.

Atsumu looks around himself with a frown before cursing. "Shit. Yeah, I'll just go ahead an' change 'em then call 'Samu ta get someone ta find us." He decides as he walks over to a trashcan to prop his phone up to use as a mirror and starts peeling one of his patches off in the camera. "Thanks fer bein' cool about it, Omi-Omi."

"Of course." Sakusa nods as he pulls out his own phone to call Komori for help. "It's just biology. …Come o-Ah. Miya and I went wandering the school a bit and think we're lost. Can you- sorry it's the mask, let me just- better?" He sighs as he pulls his mask down. "Anyway, can you-"

He's cut off again as pain shoots through his body and he falls to the ground when his sigh fills his senses with star anise and pomegranate with a hint of blueberry muffins that makes his head spin as he screams.

{Kiyo? Kiyo?! What happened?!}

He can distantly hear Komori panicking through his dropped phone, but he can't focus enough to respond.

"Omi-Omi? Shit! Hey, what's wro-" Atsumu doesn't get to finish as he gasps and gets hit with the strong scent of oranges and clean linen and he whines, having to fight his omega to not drop to the floor himself. "Fu-" He pulls his still sweaty shirt up to breathe in his own scent and focus. "Fuck, Omi-Omi, I think yer presentin'."

Sakusa just groans in response, forcing his arm to point at his phone. "Mo-to-ya…" He growls, coughing at the sound since his vocal cords are working on adjusting for it.

{Kiyo!}

"Right, yeah." Atsumu nods, panicking as he creeps around what he can tell is a new alpha to carefully get the phone away. "Komori?" He checks, putting the phone on speaker.

{Fucking finally! Wait? Atsumu? Shit, what the hell is going on? Is Kiyo okay?}

"Technically..." Atsumu frowns, looking around to get an idea of where to send someone. "He's presentin'. I think I see beakers in one a' the classrooms if ya could send some help?"

{He's what?! Shit! Uh, hey, dude! Where are the science rooms? Be there in a few Atsumu!}

"Hurry!" Atsumu pleads, whining when Sakusa makes another pained noise.

{He hasn't been showing any symptoms. What the hell were you two doing that could have triggered it?}

"Nothin'! We were just shit talkin' an' my alarm went off ta change my scent patches so he told me ta just go ahead an' change 'em, an' then was suddenly on the flo-Oh my god, I made him present." Atsumu realizes as his brain screeches to a halt.

He made him present! All that pining and flirting at camps, and all he had to do was exist to win the spiker over. God, he hopes Omi is willing to at least give him a shot. It's not every day you find your Fated Ma-

{Shit! Listen, Atsumu. I know he can be a bit of a prickly asshole, but I promise he's not that bad once you get to know-}

"Omi-Omi's my Fated Mate!" Atsumu cheers, completely ignoring Komori trying to apologize for his cousin's less-than-stellar personality.

{And of course, you're fine with this.} Komori laughs through the phone. {Whatever. Just scent him a bunch. It'll help with the pain of his body basically overhauling itself with steroids all of a sudden.}

"Right." Atsumu nods into the phone, grinning like an idiot as he drops to the floor and scoots closer to the new alpha still curled into something resembling fetal position. "Hey, Omi-Omi? I need ta get closer. Is that, okay?"

Sakusa just groans but eventually manages to bite out a snarled, "Please…"

Atsumu wastes no further time gathering the slightly taller alpha into his lap so his nose can be next to his main gland. It takes seconds for Sakusa to relax.

"Better?" Atsumu whispers as they hear footsteps running toward them.

"Much." Sakusa sighs, suddenly exhausted. "Guess you're finally getting my number, huh?"

Atsumu grins. "Finally! I thought I was gonna have ta start harassin' yer cousin fer it!"

"I would have killed him and blocked you." Sakusa scoffs before growling when Atsumu pretends to pull away in offense. " Mine ."

"Yep, definitely an alpha." Atsumu snorts, entirely unintimidated by the little display and in fact, snickering at what has to be a little pout on the spiker's face. "Oh, yer adorable."

"Fuck off, Miya." Sakusa huffs despite making no move to move himself.

"Ya can call me some forma Atsumu, ya know." Atsumu sighs before smirking. "An' at least court me first, damn."

This is how Komori finds his cousin red-faced, sitting in Atsumu's lap and muttering obscenities.

"You guys, okay?" Komori asks in worry as one of the athletic trainers walks up to them to check on Sakusa's condition.

"What the hell, scrub?! The fuck made ya think it was a good idea ta just wander off in an unknown school an' change yer patches in fronta someone when yer scent's still settlin'? Are ya tryna get attacked?" 'Samu growls from right behind Komori with Suna peeking out from behind him.

Atsumu opens his mouth to defend himself but ends up having to focus on his scent so Sakusa will stop snarling at his brother. "Oi! Play nice. I know yer grumpy, but ya probably shouldn't pick fights with future in-laws." Atsumu scolds, laughing when Sakusa goes back to hiding his face in his neck at the implications of in-laws.

"Shut up." Sakusa slurs against his neck, head feeling fuzzy the longer he breathes in the omega scent. "Smell good."

Atsumu purrs at the praise as he takes advantage of still having the Alpha's unlocked phone to exchange numbers. "Yer probably getting' sent home now, but I gave ya my number so we can talk lat-Oi! I need ta breathe!"

"Stay." Is all Sakusa mutters as he growls at his cousin for trying to help move him.

"If ya behave an' let 'em take care a' ya, I can see about comin' up ta help ya with yer first rut whenever that happens, but ya need ta let 'em check ya first." Atsumu huffs with a roll of his eyes. "Come on, where's the prickly asshole I was just shit-talkin' 'Samu with a few minutes ago, huh?" He smirks as his twin starts griping at him.

Sakusa pulls back enough to straight up pout at him. "Hurts…your scent helps."

"It's designed ta, yeah." Atsumu sighs, leaning back to take his shirt off. "Alphas always talk such a big game about not needin' scents, but a little bitta presentin' brings 'em right back ta pups, huh?" The setter teases, grinning when it gets him Omi's signature scowl. "There's my, Omi-Omi."

"You're a pain." Sakusa huffs, even as he clings to the offered shirt.

"An' yer stuck with me." Atsumu snickers before wincing. "If ya'll have me a'course?"

"The horror." Sakusa deadpans with none of his usual bite. In fact, Atsumu thinks he spots some mischief in dark eyes as the alpha starts leveling out from the first wave of hormones. "Help me up so they can get me home, will you?"

"A'course!" Atsumu grins, scrambling to comply as he gets Sakusa off his lap and up onto still-shaky legs. "Please text me when ya get home. I put my number in yer phone just now?"

Sakusa looks outwardly uncomfortable at having to interact, but he understands why the omega is so worried, and holy shit he can smell his concern. He can smell a lot now actually. Yeah, there are entirely too many people in this hallway now and the scents are starting to make him nauseous.

"Wait, shit, Omi, where's yer mask?" Atsumu frowns, looking around and picking it off the floor. "Ya probably don't want this one anymore?"

The thought of the number of germs on the floor is not helping his discomfort.

"Lucky fer ya, I put a few spares in my bag after one got ruined the last camp." Atsumu grins proudly before Sakusa even has a chance to start squirming as he goes to fish it out of his backpack. They're even in a ziplock bag.

Good omega. Perfect mate. A voice drifts through Sakusa's head, making him jolt. It sounds like him, but deeper with a slight rumble.

'That must be my alpha then.' Sakusa thinks to himself as he gratefully takes a mask.

"Thank you, Miya." Sakusa sighs in relief once it's on his face before frowning when he realizes it makes it harder to smell the scent clinging to the omega's shirt and makes the headache start returning.

His brow must pinch because Atsumu frowns before holding out his hand. "Here. Give it back for a sec."

Sakusa's honestly too exhausted to argue so just does as requested, jumping in shock again when the sight of Atsumu running it over his scent glands makes a rumble start in his chest. He relaxes fairly quickly having it on his face again though.

"Better, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu asks softly as though aware of the migraine trying to form behind the new alpha's eyes.

"Much." Sakusa nods sleepily, accepting the help this time when Komori comes over to start leading him away. "I'll talk to you later…Atsumu."

If he smiles behind his mask when Atsumu starts excitedly talking his twin's ear off about Sakusa using his name, well, Atsumu doesn't need to know that.

~~~

Sakusa, in all his emotionally constipated glory, spends the first several days of his presentation ignoring any and all contact from Atsumu until the omega's scent is gone from his shit and he starts getting restless again.

Thankfully for both, Atsumu can be patient when it's important so had drawn back from his initial spam of messages to just a few around meal times to make sure Sakusa is taking care of himself and gently remind the alpha he was there.

It's on the fourth day when Sakusa has been approved to return to school and receives a good morning text that he finally responds.

Miya: [Good mornin Omi-Omi~! How ya feelin?]

Sakusa sighs as he thinks for a moment before typing out his response.

[Good morning, Miya. I've been cleared to go back to school so I'm getting ready.]

He returns to making sure he has everything and is heading out the door when Atsumu texts again.

Miya: [Back to Miya? :( Oh well Ill win ya over yet! >:) Thats awesome though! Let me know if ya need anything k?]

Another sigh for the dramatics even through text, but he can't help a small smile behind his mask at the omega caring about him.

[Thank you.]

It's quiet for a while after that as he assumes they both make it to school and settle into their routines. He's still not allowed to play yet due to his body and scent needing to settle so actually Atsumu might have hit the showers after morning practice, but that's no concern of Sakusa's as he has to remind his concerned teammates about personal space for the first time in a while.

"I am fine! Back off!" Sakusa finally growls when a concerned first year gets way too close for his comfort.

"Alright, guys, that's enough!" Komori laughs as he swoops in to save his cousin. "I told you guys he was fine so let's give him some space before someone gets hurt. For all we know there might actually be some bite to all that bark now and I know I definitely don't want to find out."

This does the job of alleviating the sudden tension as the team laughs and Komori takes the opportunity to steer Sakusa to class. "See ya later!"

"God, I fucking hate this." Sakusa groans when Komori asks how he's doing once they're out of earshot. "Think my parents will allow homeschooling this time?"

Komori snorts at his cousin's dramatics. "You wouldn't be able to play volleyball with us even if they did." He reminds the currently skittish alpha. "It'll even out after your rut in the next week or two."

"Hopefully it's sooner rather than later." Sakusa huffs as he adjusts his mask. "Being around people is horrible enough."

"I know, I know." Komori sighs. "Even I hated it when I presented. Too many scents and being a normally touchy person definitely came to bite me in the ass when every little touch made my skin crawl." He makes a face at the memory before smiling again. "Heat sucked until I met 'Samu and Rin again, but outside of it was better at least."

The mention of Atsumu's twin makes Sakusa frown as he remembers his own predicament. "So, I really have no choice but to call Miya, huh?"

Komori looks at him with a pitying smile. "I mean you could spend the first one alone, but your alpha's gonna put you through hell for it. Might mess with hormones too. I don't know if it being a Fated presentation makes it any different since we all presented between meetings instead of someone triggering the others…or me at least. Rin's a beta though so his was just suddenly having a faint lemon-lime scent when 'Samu got back to school so yeah I wasn't triggered into it so have no clue."

Sakusa's brow pinches as his frown deepens. "Great."

"Come on, Kiyo, he's not that bad, is he?" Komori frowns in concern.

"Yes…no…I was just getting to the 'This person might be tolerable' stage, and now I'm suddenly stuck with him." Sakusa scowls. "I think I have the right to be less than thrilled. At least he stopped spamming me, but I still don't know how to deal with him suddenly being so casual and… attentive."

Komori hums in thought. "I don't think he was ever formal with you, to begin with, Kiyo? Didn't he start calling you Omi-Omi like 10 minutes into meeting you? And he literally had masks ready and sealed in prep for seeing you again." A shrug. "I think he might just be like that."

Sakusa knows his cousin has a point, but it still feels different somehow. "Still…"

"I'm not trying to dismiss you or anything, but it's probably genuinely hormones this time." Komori tries. "Just talk to him? The worst that can happen with him is he's a smart ass, and shit-talking strangers from the corner is your favorite bonding activity so it'll be perfect really." He laughs as he holds the door to the next wing open.

This just gets him glared at as Sakusa's scent sours. "You're first on that list." He mutters before speed-walking away from his laughing cousin.

Jerk.

He did start actually responding to the setter's texts though and was horrified to find himself looking forward to texting the omega.

He was an asshole for sure but he was also—and he will take this discovery to his grave— funny .

This was a disaster.

And it was only made worse when he started getting pre-rut symptoms and knew he was running out of time to ask.

He hadn't even had a chance to properly court the omega unless you count the occasional 'This made me think of you' meme and TokTik being sent which Sakusa definitely didn't.

When he started losing control of his fangs dropping, however, he knew he was out of time.

[So Miya…]

Miya: [Atsumu Omi-Omi!]

[So Miya.]

Miya: [Ugh! Yer an ass. Whats up?]

Sakusa tries multiple times to type a message but nothing feels right for how to ask this.

Atsumu must get tired of watching the typing bubble.

Miya: [Ya okay? Did yer rut start or somethin'?]

Sakusa sighs.

[Not YET.]

Miya: [Pre then?]

[Yeah.]

Atsumu types something and deletes it several times.

[You okay?]

More typing and deleting until finally Atsumu apparently gives up.

Miya: [UGH]

Miya: [ sent a link ]

Sakusa frowns, opening the TokTik before his face flames red at the 'Send this to someone you want to spend a heat/rut with' video.

Dammit. Why didn't he think of that?

And how long had Atsumu been waiting to send that to just have it ready?

Just to be a pain in the ass, Sakusa sends it right back.

Atsumu responds with a key smash that makes Sakusa snort.

[Your place or mine? I have the house to myself for the next week and a half.]

Miya: [Let me turn in a school form and I can be up there tomorrow night if not the next morning!]

Sakusa relaxes as he sees an opportunity to tease the omega.

[Eager aren't we?]

Miya: [I have been flirtin' with ya since first year's trainin' camp! Sue me!]

[…Wait you were *actually* flirting?]

Miya: [God it’s a good thing yer pretty]

Sakusa frowns even as his cheeks flush. He just sends a middle-finger emoji in response before considering something.

[Do you have enough for the train ticket?]

Miya: [Uhhh hold on]

Miya: [Im not C6in' Childe this round but yeah]

Sakusa assumes that's from the video game Miya was talking about last week as he considers something.

[What's your LINE?]

Miya: [Omi-kun. I can pay fer it.]

[And I have an allowance I don't go out enough to use. I'm also the one needing help. Your LINE.]

Sakusa sighs as Atsumu relents and sends him his user before the alpha sends him enough for the ticket and some food.

Miya: [Uhhh, ya sent too much]

[Get yourself food too.]

Miya: [Omi-Omi!]

[Have you seriously not searched my family name yet?]

Miya: [I wanted ta get ta know ya 🥺Hold on]

Sakusa sighs, staring at the ceiling as he waits.

Miya: [Ah yer parents are rich. Are they okay with ya usin' money like this?]

Sakusa blinks, having not expected a response like that.

[It's my allowance and they're leaving me alone for a reason.]

Miya: […Fine. Thank ya then.]

Sakusa just sends a thumbs-up before they return to talking about random shit and complaining about their respective relatives being gross on the phone. Sakusa doesn't know when he falls asleep, but there's certainly less dread suffocating him the following day even if his rut symptoms still are.

~~~

"Omi-Omi!" Atsumu grins when Sakusa opens the door almost 24 hours later. He had wanted to pick the omega up at the station, but neither wanted to risk his rut starting in public so Atsumu understood.

"Thank you again for coming." Sakusa hums, stepping out of the way for the setter to enter and closing the door behind him.

"A'course. Ya asked an' I'm more than happy ta help." Atsumu shrugs as he switches to the house slippers he's directed to. "An' ya don't have ta be so formal."

"This is just how I talk." Sakusa sighs as he leads the other further into the house.

"Ya sure 'bout that, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu smirks. "I've heard ya be a real asshole sometimes."

"Shut up, Miya." Sakusa huffs.

"There he is." Atsumu sighs a lot more fondly, unknowingly creating a conflict in Sakusa. "Do ya want me ta take a shower or anythin' before I enter yer den?"

Sakusa is shocked to realize he didn't even think of that for once but is incredibly grateful to Atsumu for suggesting it on his own. "If you would. It's right here, and my room is the door at the end on the left. Did you eat?"

"Ya sent me money ta." Atsumu nods, tilting his head with a smirk. "Why? Plannin' ta cook fer me?"

Sakusa shakes his head. "Was going to order takeout if not. I already ate."

"Ah, then nope. All good here." Atsumu shrugs before slipping past Sakusa into the bathroom. "See ya in a bit, Omi-Omi…Clothes orrrr?"

Sakusa starts making his way to his room to hide his blush from the blonde. "Up to you. I took a suppressant so I wouldn't jump you but that should be wearing off within the hour."

This means he also misses how Atsumu's ears flush at the mention of jumping him. "Cool, well, uh, just bang on the door I guess if it wears off early an' I'll hurry up?"

They waste no further time separating to have their own little breakdowns before Atsumu hurries to clean up so he can knock on Sakusa's bedroom now.

"Come in." Sakusa sighs, putting down his phone where he was watching videos to distract himself from his aching fangs and already throbbing cock.

"Realized I fergot body wash," Atsumu says apologetically as he enters the alpha's room in just a towel with his bag in hand. "Hope ya don't mind I borrowed some of yers?"

Sakusa sighs again just to be an ass as he sits up. "It's fine. As long as you're clea- Fuck, Miya." He straight up moans when the omega's scent finally hits him and the addition of his body wash smells like he already claimed him. "Shit, stay over there if you want any sort of conversation first. I will lose it if you get in arms' reach right now."

This time Sakusa gets to watch the blush reach halfway down the setter's chest. " Really don't mind, huh?"

"Shut up." Sakusa growls, wincing at the harsh sound. "Shit, sor-"

"Where do ya want me, Omi-kun?" Atsumu asks before Sakusa can start apologizing.

A rumble starts in Sakusa's throat as dark eyes trail down the setter's figure, but he forces himself to think. "Questions first. Birth control?"

"Check." Atsumu nods, holding up his arm and poking at a little bump on his bicep where Sakusa assumes an implant is. "I'm guessin' ya'll still wanna use condoms though?"

Sakusa nods. "More of a precaution in case my alpha tries to be an idiot. …biting?"

Atsumu flushes darker. "Only if yer okay with it. If ya end up not being able ta stand me though, we can just get it broken."

A growl rips itself from Sakusa's throat, surprising them both as Sakusa feels his face heat in mortification. "…I think it's fine."

Atsumu blinks a few times but ends up snorting. "Apparently!"

Sakusa just scowls at him before holding out a hand. "Shut up. That was all I had so if you don't have any questions, I'd like to get started while I'm still coherent."

"Way ta make this feel like a business deal." Atsumu snickers as he approaches the alpha. "Ya good with me bitin' back?"

Sakusa just furrows his brow in confusion at the question. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Some alphas are still weird about omegas having an equal claim," Atsumu explains with a roll of his eyes before grinning. "Knew ya weren't a complete knothead."

Sakusa just continues being confused, unaware this was even still an issue in this day and age since his father and sister both wore their bites with pride. "…People are weird." He finally decides.

Atsumu laughs at the spiker's deduction. "Definitely." He agrees as his knees bump Sakusa's. "So?"

Sakusa sighs, letting his body relax with the omega's scent before looking the setter over.

"You can drop the towel if you want." He figures that's probably a good place to start and he lets out a pleased chuff when the omega complies.

"Like what ya see, Omi-Omi?" Atsumu smirks cheekily.

"Get down here." Sakusa growls, hands locking on strong hips to guide the setter to sit in his lap so he can kiss him. "Pretty omega."

Atsumu's not used to such delicate compliments with his physique and is even more eager to kiss Sakusa back if for no other reason than to hide his blush. "Not too bad yerself." He does manage to snicker before gasping when a big hand squeezes his ass.

"I'm gonna have fun fucking the sass out of you, aren't I?" Sakusa smirks between kisses, using another gasp to lick into the setter's mouth and make him melt.

Atsumu makes a sort of whining noise, never one for being silent, but unable to get a word in being kissed like he is.

"Omiii~" He manages to whine when they break for air, but even he can tell how desperate it sounds already. He may be acting cocky, but he only presented a few months ago so is just as lost in most of this as the alpha. "Don't be a tease!"

Sakusa just raises an amused eyebrow and smirk before starting to make his way down Atsumu's neck to suck hard on the omega's main scent gland and groans at the taste at the same time Atsumu moans. "Better?" He slurs, quickly realizing that may have been a bad idea when he suddenly feels drunk on it. "Fuck, you taste good."

"Omi~" Atsumu whimpers, barring his neck for more.

Despite his recent discovery, Sakusa doesn't need to be told twice and starts thoroughly biting and sucking on the setter's neck to feel him squirm in his lap. The omega whimpers and moans above him, but it's nothing compared to the sound he makes when Sakusa pulls his hair to get at a spot.

He wonders what other noises he can get as he uses his athlete strength and Atsumu being distracted to flip them so he has Atsumu under him on the bed and can start trailing down to his chest. Listening to his alpha leads him down to the omega's chest to start biting and sucking at his nipples and rumbles when the setter moans and arches off the bed.

He's sensitive. That voice in his head observes. It's pleased.

Sakusa has to agree as he continues his actions to make Atsumu moan and squirm. By the time he starts moving down, shifting reveals a wet spot on the bed and the rumbling gets louder when Sakusa realizes it's slick.

"So wet already?" Sakusa marvels, tweaking a nipple meanly to watch Atsumu's cock twitch and the wet spot grow.

"Yer mouth. Shit, Omi." Atsumu whines as he tries to hide his face behind his arm.

Sakusa smirks proudly, letting him hide for now as he uses wide shoulders to bully his way between strong thighs. His alpha demands a taste despite the danger his head is in between those thighs, but he's gotta admit he's curious.

One taste has him ravenous .

"Fuck, 'Tsumu." Sakusa groans, not even realizing the nickname as he lifts thighs off the bed to rest on his shoulders so he can feast. "You taste fucking amazing."

Atsumu just whines needily at the nickname while trying to close his legs in embarrassment. "Omi-Omi!"

"Shhh, omega. Let me take care of you." Sakusa rumbles, voice sounding much closer to the one in his head as his rut settles in and his alpha starts taking over.

Any further embarrassed protests are drowned out as Sakusa starts licking and sucking at the omega's slick, getting him absolutely soaked until he can work his tongue in and moan at the taste. It's not long after that his fingers start joining on instinct.

Atsumu, meanwhile, is clinging to the sheets as Sakusa eats him out like a man starving. He's not sure if he's been this wet since his heat, and doesn't have the brain cells to dwell on it as long fingers threaten to tear his sanity out of him with his fast-approaching orgasm. "O-mi~!"

Sakusa growls between his thighs, not noticing how close the omega is, just knows the amount of slick is getting heavier the more he works the setter open and gods he wants to drown in.

"Omiii~ Cl-Close! Please!" Atsumu manages to force out. "Yer cock! Please!"

Another low growl mixes with a deep rumble as dark eyes manage to lock with gold before the alpha surges forward to lock lips with Atsumu once more who moans at being able to taste himself on the spiker's lips even if he whines when the suddenly absent stimulation takes his orgasm with it.

"Fuck, 'Tsumu." Sakusa finally manages to growl when Atsumu cries out and he finally realizes he had started rutting their cocks together. "Want my cock, baby? My knot?" Each question is punctuated with another eager kiss as Sakusa wraps his hand around himself to guide himself to the omega's leaking hole. "Fuck you full of pups? Fill you 'til you're leaking so much cum you can't even roll over without it spilling out?"

Atsumu moans lewdly, cock jumping at the thought, but knowing Sakusa will probably give him an earful if he finds out Atsumu let himself be fucked raw while still in his right mind.

"Con-fuck, Omi-Condom. Ya wanted a condom." He manages to whine despite what seems to be Sakusa's best efforts to distract him.

Sakusa snarls, but when strong thighs actually manage to shut him out, he switches to just scowling as he grabs the rubber like it personally offended him. "Fine!"

"Good, alpha." Atsumu purrs to help soothe the alpha's irritation before throwing his head back with a moan when Sakusa starts sinking in. "Fuck! Big! So big, Alpha!"

This manages to get Sakusa back to rumbling instead of growling as he works himself inside inch by inch until he's seated fully inside.

Thankfully for Atsumu's sanity, he has enough sense to wait until Atsumu whines.

"Move…please~" He whimpers before moaning again when Sakusa starts pulling out and nearly screaming when he slams back in. "Omi-Omi!"

Sakusa starts a fast and hard pace that has Atsumu moaning like a whore, so sensitive from the accidental edging that he feels like he could cry it feels so good.

"Please! Fuck! Omi, yer cock! Fuck! So good! Yer knot, Omi, pleeease~!" Atsumu moans as he clings to the sheets, doing his best to contribute but quickly resigning himself to being used as a fleshlight as he's fucked.

Sakusa snarls, bracing himself with his hands on either side of the omega's head to fuck into him like he plans to actually fuck the soul out of him.

"Perfect. So perfect. Good, omega. Taking my cock so well." Sakusa growls in Atsumu's ear as he mouths at his scent gland. "Gonna look so pretty stuck on my knot."

Atsumu keens, head thrown back to give the alpha easier access to his mating glands. "Alpha, pleaseee !" He whines, hand drifting down to start jerking himself off only to sob when Sakusa pins his hands with a snarl.

"You cum on my knot or not at all," Sakusa warns with a ferocity he would question later. Right now, he was just appreciating how the threat made Atsumu shiver and moan.

"Fuck, please!" Atsumu pleads desperately, the breath knocked out of him with every hit to his prostate that has his toes curling. "Alpha! Omi! Fuck, please! Cum, wanna cum, please let me cum, pleaseeee~!" His muscles strain as he pulls against the hand pinning his wrists to the bed and he moans when Sakusa barely even strains to keep him down.

"You can cum whenever you want," Sakusa smirks in a way that spells danger for the omega's sanity. "But it's going to be on my knot or I'm not stopping."

Atsumu lets out a surprised moan, cock jumping like it's trying to cum from the thought alone. "Omiii~!"

Sakusa curses at how the setter clenches around him and ends up squeezing the top of his knot. "Fuck." He growls, speeding up and thrusting harder as the omega's slick starts letting his knot in to make Atsumu moan louder. "So good. So tight. Such a perfect little cocksleeve. Good little omega. Perfect for my knot. Squeezing around me so tight. Want my knot, baby? Want me to stuff you full of cum and plug you up, little omega? Make sure you're leaking for hours and feel me for days ."

Neither has noticed just how much their scents have gone out of control, but they're both absolutely drunk on each other as Atsumu cries and moans, begging for his alpha's knot, and Sakusa snarls and bites, rutting into his omega like he plans to break him.

"Omi-Omi!" Atsumu cries as Sakusa's knot finally locks into place and his fangs sink deep into Atsumu's mating gland. Even if Sakusa got sick of him and decided to have it broken one day, there was no way that mark wouldn't still remain and the knowledge and hormones finally sends Atsumu careening over the edge with a shout.

Sakusa's pretty sure he blacks out or something because one second he's snarling absolute filth in Atsumu's ear as his knot locks him in place, and the next, a mixture of star anise, pomegranate, and blueberry muffins is exploding in his mouth as he fills the condom. He chooses to ignore his alpha howling about not filling the omega directly.

This is made easier by Atsumu biting him back the second he's given enough room to do so and Sakusa's cock throbs with the endorphin rush it brings with it.

Why the fuck would any alpha turn this down? He's not sure he's ever cum harder in his life!

"Fuck, 'Tsumu~" Sakusa groans when he finally lets Atsumu's neck go and his arms try to give out.

Atsumu purrs happily as he laps at the shallower bite left by his smaller omegan fangs, pleased to see that it would definitely leave a mark. "Feelin' better for a bit, Omi-Omi?" He slurs, definitely still drunk on the alpha's scent.

"Yeah." Sakusa pants, trying to reach for the towel Atsumu dropped without tugging his knot so he can cuddle his omega. "Shit that was a lot."

"Yer tellin' me, can ya feel how much is in that condom?" Atsumu snorts, clenching just to tease the alpha and moaning when Sakusa jerks. "Shit."

Sakusa hisses at the stimulation to his already sensitive knot and smacks Atsumu lightly with the towel. "Stop that. I can't tell if I'll die or fuck you again if you do that and the answer will probably be both if I try to go right away." He huffs as he wipes off the omega's cum from between them so he can pull the snickering brat close to lay more comfortably on their side. "Shut up."

"I'm in complete agreement, but yer cute when yer grumpy." Atsumu chuckles, nuzzling close to smother Sakusa in their combining scents.

Sakusa raises an eyes brow as he pulls back to look at the setter. "Most say I'm always grumpy."

"Exactly!" Atsumu nods, laughing when a blush spreads across Sakusa's face and the alpha tries to push him away. "Omiiii~"

"Nope! Shut up! I want a divorce!" Sakusa scoffs, looking for a pillow to thump the omega with.

"At least court me first!" Atsumu laughs, catching the pillow as it comes.

"I decided to talk to you for an extended period of time." Sakusa scoffs. "I think that's enough."

"Hmmm," Atsumu hums, pulling the pouting alpha closer to kiss him, "True. That might as well be a marriage proposal in Omi-nese."

"Omi-ne-Oh my god, I hate you." Sakusa groans into the pillow he holds to his face instead. "Get off my knot and out of my house."

"Nah, I think I'm fine here." The setter smirks as he grinds down on the knot still locking him in place and snickering at the moaned growl he gets.

"Miya…" Sakusa growls in warning, eyes filled with fire peaking around the pillow.

"Awww, noooo~" Atsumu whines, grinding down again. "What happened to 'Tsumu?"

"I'm trying to not go feral. Stop that before I fuck you stupid." Sakusa's already returning the pillow to the side.

"Hmm?" Atsumu hums questioningly, his smirk growing as he moves his hips just right so that he can see the alpha's control snap in real-time. "I don't know if yer knot's that good, Omi-Omi." There's a challenge in his eyes. "My heat aides could probably do bett-"

A snarl rips through the air as Atsumu's pinned to the mattress once more.

Come morning, he would still look far too cocky for someone who needs to be carried around the house, and Sakusa will die before he admits that he wouldn't have it any other way.

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Yours to Tame--Ch. 6

A/N: Please be careful, my loves. There’s some heavy stuff mentioned in this one. Trigger warning: past abuse.

Chapter 6: After Rampage

My stomach dropped and twisted as the scent of vomit wafted up from the trashcan between my knees. Every beat of my heart shoved pain through my whole body. The back of my head throbbed. My hair felt sticky.

“Hey,” a voice said right by my ear. I wanted to turn toward it, but just the thought of moving made me heave. “Did you hit your head in the ring?”

The more the voice spoke, the more I began to recognize it. Bryan Danielson moved into my peripheral vision, crouching beside me. His rough hand rested gently on my knee.

Another wave of nausea rushed through me. My jaw clenched. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I mumbled, doing my best to keep my mouth shut. The lie burned more than the vomit in my throat.

Bryan twisted, yelling over his shoulder. “Somebody get medical. Now!”

The volume vibrated through my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I hurled into the trash.

***

Bryan’s blood practically boiled with rage. He knew for a fact that Morgan hadn’t hurt herself in the ring. Deeb was as safe as they came. In all the years he’d known Serena Deeb—as a trainer and performer—no one had been injured working with her. Not even a bruise that was out of the ordinary for a wrestler. The fact that Morgan lied about how it happened made Bryan both sick and desperate to commit murder.

“Knox,” he whispered, “I was watching your match.”

He felt her tense up. Her face went pale white. Sweat stuck out on Morgan’s brow. He watched her jaw clench as she tried to stop herself from throwing up again.

“Don’t,” she mumbled through her teeth. “Don’t push it. Please.”

“Bullshit don’t push it,” Bryan responded. His voice came out far louder and rougher than he intended. She winced, the sound clearly hurting her ears.

He dropped his tone to a whisper. “Serena Deeb has never hurt anyone in the ring. Ever.”

Morgan sucked in a deep breath through her nose. “I fucked up.”

Bryan shook his head. “I was watching, Morgan. The whole thing.” He paused, giving her time to make sense of what he meant. He knew well from experience that a concussion made everything fuzzy and hard to focus. “I should have stopped you from even going out there. I should have had Tony say something.”

The sound of medical—it had taken them long enough—rushing over cut off anything more either of them might have said.

***

When medical showed up, the only thing running through my head was that Sammy was going to be pissed. Like I was definitely going to be wrestling hurt next week kind of pissed. Need to do my own makeup kind of pissed. Taped up in different gear kind of pissed.

I could sense Bryan still standing nearby as one of the trainers looked me over. Bryan held out his hand to her, showing sticky blood drying his fingers. He pointed to the back of my head. She shone a light into my eyes.

All Hell broke loose.

Someone held a pack of gauze against the back of my head. I hissed as the pain nearly made me pass out. A bag got thrust under my chin right before I vomited. They strapped me into a neck brace, moved me tentatively to a backboard.

Behind me, just out of view, someone barked, “You know goddamn well you shouldn’t have moved her, Danielson! You should have gotten Sampson immediately.”

I jostled with every step the trainers took, sucking in one deep breath after another to try to keep conscious. The pain ran like lightning from my head down my spine, through every nerve in my entire body. The world was blurred around the edges. My eyes fluttered and rolled back.

***

Bryan watched the trainers wheel Morgan away, a sick feeling settling deep in his guts. He took a few steps forward as if he intended on following them, but stopped before he’d gotten very far. After all, it was already going to be difficult to explain why he’d come running out to ringside when her match ended. Providing a reason for him to follow her to the hospital would be next to impossible.

“What the actual fuck!”

He whipped his head around just in time to see Anna Jay sprinting toward the retreating cluster of medical personnel. It looked like she’d thrown a hoodie on over her gear and ran out of the locker room at breakneck speed.

She pivoted on her right foot, turning to face him. She kept running smoothly backward as she pointed an angry finger at him. “You’re going to explain yourself, buddy.”

***

The next time I opened my eyes, I was practically blinded by the obnoxiously bright overhead lights. My head was splitting open. For a moment, it felt like I was about to pass out again.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Anna’s voice cut through the fog, jostling me awake. “Look alive, Knox.”

I blinked over and over again. “Turn off the fucking lights,” I whined.

She laughed. I knew the sound of it. Relief. Hearing it threw me for a loop. It took a moment for me to catch my breath. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut and listened as she walked across the room to turn off the overhead lights. I felt the dimness as it settled over me.

“So,” Anna said as she took up residence in the chair beside my bed. The legs squeaked against the linoleum floor, screeching out the sound of nails on a chalkboard. “What happened?”

I drew in a deep breath as I braced for the nausea that I was certain would creep over me any moment. When it didn’t come, I realized they’d given me something. Something to reduce the throbbing of my brain behind my eyes and the steady crawl of vomit up my throat. I was grateful.

“I fucked up and hit my head in the ring.”

It was the same lie I’d told Bryan Danielson. We barely knew each other and he didn’t believe me. Anna and I had been friends for years. I don’t know why I’d even bothered.

“Okay,” she replied, drawing out the word until I thought she’d never stop. “Now tell me what really happened.”

Despite the anti-nausea medication, my stomach turned upside down. I was sure I was going to puke everywhere.

“You know what happened,” I whispered as shame burned like acid through my veins. I wanted to crawl into a ball, to hide and never come back out again.

Anna’s fingers wrapped around mine and squeezed gently. There was a deep, quiet sort of strength in her grip that pulled me toward a feeling of safety. I tried to gather strength from her, taking my time to draw one breath after another until I felt the nausea start to roll away.

The edge of the bed dipped beneath her weight as she perched near my hip. “Come stay with me. Morgan… he’s going to kill you. You know he could. He will.”

I swallowed hard, clenching my teeth so hard that I was sure they would crack. Forcing my eyes closed, I turned my head away from her. Everything in me screamed that she was right. That I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sammy Guevara could kill me—whether he wanted to or not.

***

Bryan stood in Dusty and stared down the hallway toward where they’d taken Morgan for what felt like hours. He stayed there until the sound of squeaking gurney wheels and hushed, anxious voices faded away. The echo of emergency sirens had long since disappeared into quiet.

“Hey, Bry!” The voice reverberated along the concrete walls, bouncing back to thunder against his ears. Snapping fingers appeared in his vision. When he finally got control of his own thoughts, he blinked and looked toward the owner of the fingers.

“Are you going to stand there while they break down the set around you?” Moxley asked, sarcasm lacing his words. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Bryan took a breath, feeling it burn down his throat and push his lungs against his ribs with agonizing pressure. “They took Knox to the hospital.”

“Oh, shit.”

Without another word, Moxley hooked his arm around Bryan’s neck and steered him firmly down the corridor toward the locker room they shared. He slammed the door behind them in the hope that it would startle Bryan out of the stupor he had fallen into. Instead, he just stood there staring at the wall with unfocused eyes.

Moxley snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face. “Hey! Focus!” When snapping didn’t work, he hauled off and gave Bryan a pair of open-handed shots across either side of his jaw. “Goddamnit, get a grip.”

Bryan barely registered the shots to the face, but his eyes finally met Moxley’s. They cleared just enough. “I shouldn’t have let her go out there. I watched her walk out there and knew she wasn’t right.”

“Huh?”

“She was stumbling. I knew something looked off when she went up the steps. I should have stopped her.”

Moxley shoved him back onto a chair and crouched in front of him. “First, that’s not your job. Second, what happened?”

Sucking in a breath, Bryan put his head in his hands. “Morgan had blood on the back of her head. She was stumbling, eyes unfocused. She had a concussion before she ever went out there to get in the ring.” His jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. “It was fresh blood, Mox. Not like it had come from the match with Deeb. I watched that match and she didn’t hit her head. But earlier…”

“Spit it out, Danielson.”

“I heard Sammy screaming at her. I’d swear that I heard her hit the wall. He shoved her against it,” Bryan said quietly. “He did something to her, Mox. He hurt her.”

Moxley glared at Bryan even though he was practically looking right through him.

***

For a moment, Moxley felt as if he were going to vomit. He already hated Guevara on principle, but it seemed like he had a new sort of disgust and rage building inside him. The thought of Sammy’s smug face made him want to punch through the wall.

“I’m going to rip his spine out through his dick,” he snarled.

That was enough to make Bryan grin just a little. “I’ll hold him down.”

***

I drifted in and out of consciousness. The lights flickered on and off as nurses took my vitals and replaced my IVs. Every time I woke up enough to process anything, I could only register the pain that sliced through my head with every heartbeat. At the slightest sound of discomfort, Anna practically jumped up from the chair by my bed. She’d taken up residence there, curled up under a hospital-issue blanket still in her gear from the show.

A thundering sound broke the quiet. I jerked up, my head spinning so hard that I had to hold onto the bed railing to keep from puking or passing out or both. The door slammed against the wall. Light from the hallway spilled into the room, framing Sammy’s form in the doorway.

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