#with that im gone by i was just snooping over here

[drakrite]

Real ones remember when I spoke about Raihan's family crest which was that of lilies of the valley+ dragon + shield combo so now I give u the thought of a family lullaby that's been passed down from child to child

#* ( headcanons ) . #mobile #with that im gone by i was just snooping over here #bye*

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hi, I just saw your request with Leo and Reader where Jason walks in on the two of them in compromising situations, so I was wondering if you can do the same thing, just that this time is Jason and Reader and she is Percy sister, I think it would be very interesting

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ The Two Times Percy Nearly Caught Them, And The One Time He Did

content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader warning: language, sexual allusions but a bit of stretch author's note: i feel like jason is ooc but i think he should be allowed to be fun. break that romanness from him and what do you get?? a child who just wants to have fun GODDAMN IT-

percy jackson can be obvious. we know this. but, let's just see how obvious, shall we?

i. the welcome home committee

percy was finally coming back to camp after a brutally year at school. he wanted nothing more than to curl up with annabeth and waste the summer away. oh, and i guess to see his sister too. kidding, kidding, he's counting down the seconds to see his baby sister again. he was bounding up the steps of cabin three, only halting as he thought he heard two voices. he frowned and his face scrunched up, leading him to lean his ear close to the door.

"...percy's gonna be here soon." he heard y/n say, though he missed the first part of her sentence.

"i've got time," a voice replied with a laugh and percy knew he should be able to pinpoint it, but he just couldn't place it.

"that's what you think and then im gonna be without a shirt and percy's gonna swing the door open and -"

"you worry too much. just go with the flow," the voice joked once more and percy could feel the name of the person just on the tip of his tongue. thinking he'd be able to catch them, percy instantly swung the door wide open and glared over at his sister's side of the cabin.

"percy?! you're back early!! oh my gods, look at you!!" she cheered, instantly leaping from her bed and pulling percy into a tight hug. percy kissed the top of her head as she pulled him into a hug, his eyes glaring all around as he tried to see if someone was hiding under her bed or behind some curtains. once he was sure there was no one, he pulled back and began to unpack

"i could have sworn i heard two voices as i walked in," percy started, glancing over his shoulder as he put a pillow on his bed. instantly, she pointed over to where her laptop was, some movie playing. without a second thought, percy's shoulder's relaxed and he smiled brightly at his little sister.

"alrighty, then. i'll leave you to it, gotta see the misses," percy joked as he left the cabin, a pep in his step now that he was certain there were no guys snooping around his little sister.

y/n peeked out the cabin, making sure percy was going to stay gone, before looking up at the roof of the cabin, where jason was floating with a smirk.

"you're quite proud of yourself up there, huh?"

"what can i say, i'm fast on my feet!" jason cheered only to come crashing to the ground after a spirt of water splashed against his face. he looked up at the daughter of poseidon, now, who was glaring down at him.

"out?" jason assumed

"OBVIOUSLY!"

ii. capture the lips - er - flag

chiron had, recently, been placing rules on capture the flag. athena and poseidon weren't allowed to be on the same teams anymore, as percy and annabeth would just end up fighting each other. no more than two cabins of the big there were allowed to be on the same team, due to unfair advantages. normally, that wouldn't be a probably as nico didn't like to play. but, since getting with will, he's grown out of his shell and said he would play in the next game with the apollo cabin. which had already teamed up with the poseidon cabin. so that meant the zeus cabin (jason. it's just jason) was with athena. to say he was disappointed was more than a lie, as he would typically use this time to drag y/n off to make out in the woods until it was over. not this time though, as jason had to suit up in a different colored armor than y/n, pouting the whole way.

then y/n marched past him, following after percy, as her shoulder's collided with jasons. she apologized and offered him a quick wink from under her helmet before chasing after her brother once more. jason looked down at his hand, noticing that a note had been shoved into it.

meet me at the creek

ps you look cute in red, does great things for your ass

jason couldn't help but smile at the note, shoving it into his jean pockets and pretending to listen to whatever orders annabeth was giving, knowing he wouldn't follow a single order from her. there was one girl in jason's life that he listened to and if she told him to go to the creek, flag be damned he'd be at that creek.

she was a vision in bronze and jason had her pinned against a tree within seconds of seeing her. both of their swords had been stabbed into the ground and helmets were tossed to the nearest location. jason had her face cupped between his hands, his lips firmly pressed against hers. then they heard footsteps, rapid, followed by shouts of protest. without much thought, y/n grabbed jason's wrist and flipped him over your shoulder, sending them both sprawling across the ground as though they were in the middle of a fight. jason groaned as he was winded on the ground, glaring over at the girl. she then produced a dagger and held it agaisnt his throat as the other campers scrambled past, will cheering as he and nico dragged the flag across the creek. once certain no one was looking, you pulled your knife away from jason's neck and helped him up.

"that was what you thought of? break my back?" jason groaned, stretching as he stood.

"you'd know all about breaking backs, huh?" y/n taunted with a smirk and jason laughed, shaking his head as he picked up both their words.

"funny."

"careful, might fall in love with me."

"might? it's far too late for me," jason teased, but you could hear the seriousness in his voice. you smiled at him, leaning up to press your lips against his once more until you heard percy's voice calling for you. your eyes widened in panic and you quickly shoved jason to the ground before pulling your sword out and shoving the point of it to his throat.

"y/n! y/n! there you are- hey, good job taking care of jason! my sister kick your ass or what?" percy taunted as he threw an arm over his sister's shoulders with a wide smile. jason groaned on the ground, glaring over at the girl who offered him a sheepish smile

"something like that," he huffed.

iii. the cabin one curse

percy had just wanted to hang out with jason. his best roman bud. he didn't think anything about the fact that his sister had been missing for the whole day, or the fact that he actually hadn't seen much of jason that day either. it wasn't on his mind as you bounded up the stairs of cabin one and swung the door wide open.

"hey, superman, wanna hang out-" percy called but as he took in the sight before him, the words died in his throat. his sweet baby sister, straddle the lap of his one of his best friends. his eyes instantly sharpened on jason, who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"you're dead, grace."

"wait- wait- c'mon man, let's talk this out like civilized people," jason all but begged, rapidly removing y/n from his lap and jumping up, holding his hands out to percy like he was a feral beast.

"civilized? you wanna talk about civilized?! someone civilized wouldn't put their hands on my sister!" percy bite back, circling jason like a shark.

"she started it!" jason blurted like a child.

"pussy!" y/n shouted from jason's bed, jumping to her feet and joining her brother in the circling of the son of jupiter.

"she's not denying it!" added jason and percy halted, turning to his sister with narrowed eyes. the girl instantly shrunk, holding her hands up as a sign of innocence.

"...you didn't," percy huffed, instantly pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, "i gave you specific instructions."

"no, no. you told me not to flirty with jason. we've definitely done more than flirty-" y/n replied easily before her eyes widened as she realized her mistake. she jolted forwards, grabbing hold of jason's wrist and dragging him out of the cabin. percy came running after them, chasing them as they weaved around camp.

"THATS IT! IM KILLING BOTH OF YOU!"

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #jason grace #jason grace x reader

[dckweed]

NEXT THING YOU KNOW, gator tillman

in which gator tillman and his arranged bride figure out life and each other and what a real relationship means to them.

warnings: mentions and depictions of abuse, mentions of bruises, arranged marriages, romance, humor, dead parents, slow burn relationship (not completely but not not), basically we know the tillman men are asswipes so i 100% see Roy forcing gator into this kind of situation for money for his militia, eventual smut with kinks such as thigh riding, gun play, choking, spanking, lots of marking and possible spit play.

okay don't ask how i got this out so fast, im literally so fuckin obsesessed with this series right now.

series masterlist here, series playlist here.

PART THREE: the weekend

thursday.

“What in the hell did you put me up to?” Gator’s voice rings out across the barn a couple of hours later. You wince, hearing the anger swirling under the tense tone as his footsteps thunk closer to you across the wooden floor. You’re still facing Bubbles, trying to get her untacked but it’s not easy when you don’t have a step ladder, you didn’t check if there was one in the trailer when you left and you didn’t feel right going snooping around the Tillman barn, afraid it might get you in trouble. 

“It’s just a few days,” You roll your eyes, grateful that he can’t see you because something tells you that the Tillman didn’t take kindly to bratty behavior like eye rolling. Not married yet or not, you were pretty much belonged to Gator now in the eyes of society in Stark County, nobody would bat an eye if he reprimanded you for it. “And i put us up to it, genius.” 

“Well gee, Pearl, you could have fuckin’ consulted me first, dontcha think?” He’s right next you in the stall now, his much larger hands moving yours out of the way as he could actually see over the top of your horse to undo all of her stuff. “Why the hell would i want to spend my weekend babysitting my sisters?” 

You scoff, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. You roll your eyes again and you know he sees you as his eyes narrow. “Ya know what asshole, you’re fuckin’ right!” You say, not going to put up with any of his damn attitude. “I shoulda slid right off my horse, left your daddy right out there in the field and come find you just to ask if it was okay.” He opens his mouth to retaliate, or maybe to tell you off for cursing at him or getting cross with him. “I may be younger than you but i’m still an adult, Gator, i’m gonna be your wife not your fuckin’ kid, don’t ever expect me to wait and ask your fuckin’ permission to do shit unless it’s necessary. That isn’t how this is goin’ to work.” 

He doesn’t say anything but pulls the saddle off of the horse with a huff and you turn on your heel, leading her out of the stall and out to the trailer. Gator stands in the stall for a moment after you’ve gone, listening to the clip clop of the horses hooves as you guys go. He closes his eyes for a second, readjusting the weight of your heavy ass saddle before guiltily following you along. You weren’t wrong, he was being an asshole. He hated being wrong, and he hated apologizing even more but he couldn’t let you go around stomping your feet and being mad at him all damn weekend, something told him that probably wasn’t in his best interest. And besides, he did actually feel bad for snapping at you like that, you didn’t deserve it. He did like seeing you get all riled up like that though, the storm that started brewing in your eyes..it was a nice change from your normally friendly and people pleasing personality. He liked that you obviously knew how to stand up for yourself too.  

The door of the trailer was open by the time he had finally meandered his way out of the barn, and he can hear you getting the horse settled into it. He makes quick work of putting the saddle into the back of your Jeep, closing the door and making his way to the trailer. He watches you, one arm braced against the metal door as his eyes follow your movements. You pat your horse on her long nose and then turn around, hands on your hips as you step down onto the ground of the driveway. 

You’re staring up at him expectantly, chewing your plump bottom lip with your hands on your hips. It took all the will power he never knew he had not to put his thumb on your fucking mouth, stopping you from what you surely couldn’t have realized was a surprisingly sinful act. He licks his chapped lips, looking off to the side before sighing. “I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole.” He says quietly, brown eyes searching your face for any sort of reaction. “I shouldn’t have snapped at ya like that..” 

Your face softens and something close to a smile graces the corners of your mouth as you push his chest lightly, your hands no longer defensively on your hips. “Apology accepted.” You say, meaning it. You had forgiven him the moment you had snapped at him too, you knew he was just as new to this whole situation as you were, you guys were still learning one another, that wasn’t any excuse to be yelling at each other but it was a reason to never let it happen again without at least trying to talk first. “But i’m not sorry for snappin’ back at you. You deserved it.” 

He laughs, a genuine, hearty sound coming from his throat and brings a hand up to muss your hair as he helps you close up and lock the trailer. “Alright..suppose we better go get that lunch you were talkin’ about earlier and then go pack up your stuff for the weekend.” The sun was fully up now, and even though it was only nine thirty in the morning, and he had all of an hour and a half of sleep under his belt, he was ready for lunch with you, and he was ready to get his dad and his wife out of the fuckin’ house so he could maybe relax just a little bit, maybe get a few more hours of sleep..

After a small squabble about who’s going to drive the Jeep you’re pulling up to the curb of Gator’s favorite diner in town, and he’s letting out a breath of relieved air as he steps foot on the ground. 

“Oh stop bein’ so dramatic!” You laugh walking side by side with him up to the door of the busy diner. He had spent the whole ten minute drive with one hand braced on the back of your seat and the other braced on the dash, telling you to slow down or to not hit your brakes so damn hard or to stop taking corners so fast and sharp with a damn horse trailer attached to you. You rolled your eyes after every comment, but found them more and more endearing as you heard the actual fear in his voice. That wasn’t the first time a boy had been scared to be in your passenger seat before. 

“Stop bein’ such a bad fuckin’ driver!” He retaliates, brown eyes wide as he holds open the door of the diner for you, you cackle and duck under his arm, breathing in his cologne and the smell of that damn fruity ass vape that he keeps puffing on. “You’re a menace to the road, Pearl, i swear!” 

He hears you mocking him and pushes the back of your head gently as the two of you find an empty space in the busy restaurant, a booth in the back corner next to windows where the light shines in. He insists on taking the side of the booth that faces the rest of the diner, wanting to have a good view of any potential danger (though he doesn't tell you that). 

A friendly waitress sidles up to the table as the two of you settle, you giggling after he mutters something more about your driving. “Mornin’ Gator, miss.” She says, nodding at the two of you. She’s plump and motherly, her hair brown and curly. You can tell from the smile on her face that she clearly knows the boy across the table from you. “Coffee for you, hon?” 

“Yes Ma’am,” Gator nods, one of the friendliest looks you’d seen in your whole short time of knowing him on his face as he looked up at her, his brown eyes filled with warmth you hadn’t seen towards anyone before. “And..i’m feeling lunchy today, how about a patty melt and fries, please?” You realized he must come here pretty often if the waitress knew his coffee order, and he didn’t need a menu to order. 

“You got it Gator,” She says warmly, turning to you next. “And for your..friend?” 

“Fiance, actually.” He says before you have the chance to speak, you’re stunned for a moment and so is the woman. This is the first time anyone outside of your families and the people directly involved with the wedding planning had been told that you guys were technically engaged, your face flushes as the realization and the weight of the title actually being out in the open for the first time. 

You can tell that she wants to ask more questions by the furrow in her brow and the hesitation before she clears her throat, but she thankfully doesn’t pry any farther. “And for your fiance?” 

You give a sheepish smile, that quickly turns to a deep rooted frown when the friendly woman tells you that they don’t stock flavored coffee creamers, or serve iced coffee. “Dr. Pepper then,” You say, the smile returning back to your face as Gator makes a mental note to stop by the local coffee shop for you on the way back to the Augastine ranch. “And I’ll do chicken tenders, with fries please!” 

She gives a smile and says she’ll be back soon, as soon as she gone Gator cracks up laughing at you. “What?” You pout, and he only shakes his head at you, causing your pout to deepen. “It’s not nice to laugh at people, is there dirt on my face? Gator!” The way you whined his name struck a different kind of chord in him and he quickly stopped laughing, shaking his head as he situated himself in his seat. 

He knew most men would have found the whining annoying but it was clear you didn’t do it on purpose, and it sent a tingle down his spine when you said his name like that. “Flavored coffee creamer?” You roll your eyes and kick him under the table, which only makes him laugh more. 

You had to admit, you liked how young and happy it made his face look when he laughed, and you wished he would do more of it. 

A couple of hours tick by as the two of you sit in your cozy little booth in the diner, eating and bickering and laughing at each other as customers come and go around you. He was sweet in his own rugged, rough way, your own personal diamond in the rough. You didn’t mind, it just meant you could have fun chipping away at him and softening him up around the edges. The more you got to know him over the past week, the more you started to think that maybe this marriage thing wouldn’t be so horrible. You could both learn to love each other over the years, and who knows, maybe you would fall in love in the way that all those people in the movies did. You had always wanted a silver screen romance..

Gator pays for the both of you before you can even dig your credit card out of your stupid little purse, which causes you to pout. “Hey, I was the one that asked you to come eat!” You argued and boy just sighs, giving you a pointed look that clearly said to shut the fuck up. You pout but don’t push on the matter, letting him steal the Jeep keys off of the table top as you slide off of your fluffy, overstuffed bench. 

“Alright, lets go pick up your stuff for the weekend and drop your trailer off,” He had work tonight again and he was hoping to get a couple extra hours of sleep in before his father left. The nights were always longer when he was tired, but he wasn’t going to complain. Gator loved his job. 

You follow him through the crowded diner, staying right underfoot. You hadn’t realized before but people were staring at the two of you, it made your cheeks flush when eyes bored into you as you walked and nervously, you grab onto the back of his shirt. He stiffens beneath your touch, and cranes his neck to look at you, eyebrows furrowed under the brim of his hat. “People are staring.” You whisper, he purses his lips and looks around before shrugging as you get closer to the door. “Why are they staring?” You weren’t used to attention like that, and you were afraid that somehow it would get back to Boyd that you were here with Gator and you would somehow get in trouble for it, fiance or not. 

“Because i’m the Sheriff’s son, and this is the first time i’ve been out in public with my fiance.” He says, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. “Sherry probably went and spread the word while we were eating, it’s no big deal Pearlie, the whole town was gonna find out one way or another.” He pushes the door of the diner open with one hand, and with the other he grabs your hand off the back of his shirt, using his grip to push you in front of him out the door. 

“I figured they would have done an announcement in the paper or somethin’ by now.” You mutter, hands in your pockets as you walk side by side to the jeep with him. You don’t argue when he opens the passenger side door for you, but you do give him a shit eating grin as you step up onto the running boards to climb in. 

“Yeah, well, they’re probably leaving that up to us too.” He mutters as he closes your door and quickly walks around the front end. You thought it was rather sweet of him, opening the doors for you, but you wouldn’t say anything, you didn’t want to freak him out. He wastes no time in pulling away from the diner, casually driving your car with one hand while the other rested on the gear shift on the center console. 

You studied his hand, how much bigger than the gear shift knob it was, you could barely fit your own around it but his smothered it, leaving no trace of it under his palm. His thick fingers tensing and untensing around it, as if he were squeezing it like a stress ball. You bite your lip, looking up as the car comes to a stop and he throws it in park. “What are we doing?” You ask, noticing him lifting his ass out of the seat out of the corner of his eye, shoving his hand in his pocket. 

“You ask a lot of questions, you know?” He quips, grabbing a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet holding it out towards you. You simply stare at it, and then lift your big ass, curious eyes to stare at him. He sighs, sagging against the seat. “Go in and get your damned flavored coffee, felt bad they didn’t have it at the diner..” 

You feel your cheeks start to flush, and though you were tempted to argue and tell him he didn’t need to stop, you felt yourself unbuckling your seatbelt because that was just too damn sweet. You start to get out of the car, grabbing your purse when he clicks his tongue at you, shoving his hand at you again. You decide it’s best not to argue, you don’t want to annoy him anymore than you clearly already do without meaning to, you take it, using the grip on his hand to pull him across the console. You kiss his cheek sweetly, pulling away with a smile. “Thank you..” You say, turning and jumping from the Jeep as quickly as you could without hurting yourself. 

Gator is stunned by the show of affection, his neck flushed red from the interaction. He shakes his head, fighting back the smile on his face by putting his vape to his mouth as he watches you happily skip into the fucking coffee shop. “She’s gonna be the death of me..” He grumbles to himself, running a hand down his face after breathing out the fruity flavored vape that he filled his lungs with. 

You’re grateful that he’s with you when you go home because you can sense Boyd’s mood before you can see him, the house is still and quiet, the girls off at school for the day, the nanny is not needed until this afternoon. You walk through the front door with Gator laughing about the way he had narrowly avoided a hoof to his head when he was walking with Bubbles, you giggle at him as he exaggerates the scene that you had had your back turned to, shaking your head as you start for the stairs. 

“Where have you been?” His voice is cold and sends a shiver down your spine. You stop in your tracks, one hand on the bannister and turn to face him. You don’t dare look at him, but you put a complacent smile on your face nonetheless. You can feel Gator behind you, his hands sliding into his pockets much like they were on the first time he had been to your so-called home. 

“I was on that ride with Roy,” You say, calling Gator’s father by his name, he tenses behind you at the mention of the man, and you’re tempted to glance up at him and offer him a comforting smile. “And we got to talking about the wedding and what not and how i would like his girls to be in it, and he thought it would be a great idea,” You’re starting to babble, and you begin to worry that your words aren’t making any sense because of the way that his face changes. “So now Gator and I are here to pack up a bag for me because we’re going to be watching his sisters while their parents are gone for the weekend..” 

“We stopped and got an early lunch first,” Gator steps in, you feel his hand on your lower back and it brings a sense of calmness to you for some strange reason. “She was hungry..sorry, i shoulda had her call you or somethin’ didn’t mean to make you worry, Sir..” 

Boyd is quiet for a long beat, his jaw ticking like it does when he’s angry and trying not to show it. You swallow back your fear knowing that you’re safe with Gator here. 

“When will you be back?” He narrows his cold eyes at you, they hold no emotion other than the contempt that you know he feels for you, and that makes you nervous for what you’ll endure when you come home Monday afternoon, but grateful for the time you’ll have away. 

“I’ll be back Monday afternoon, after his parents come home.” You say, tired of the conversation and no longer wanting to be involved. You turn and start heading up the stairs, knocking Gator’s hand from your back as you leave without being dismissed, something you’re sure you’ll hear about next week. “See you then.” 

Gator is quick to follow behind, giving your step father a friendly smile as he clambers up the stairs behind you. “What was that all about?” He asks in a hushed voice as he follows onto the second floor landing. 

You shake your head and walk past your sisters’ room and farther on to yours, locking the door behind you. You don’t notice the way Gator’s eyebrows pinch when he notices you’ve barricaded yourselves in the room by locking it. 

“He’s an asshole.” Is all you say, shrugging off the encounter before heading to your closet to find your suitcase. 

When you come out you see Gator with his hands in his pockets again, looking around your bedroom, the one area of the house that was completely and utterly you. Pink and red accents, white frilly lace..teddy bears and fluffy pillows and blankets..the room was so..you. He had gotten his attention caught to a smattering of photo frames on your big white dresser, all of them held you in them, smiling that big beautiful smile of yours (sometimes it would be reaching your eyes, lighting them up happily, but most times it wasn’t), all of them held different people, your sisters mostly, and whom he assumed was a friend from school, a tall brunette with killer legs in a bikini with her arms around you. There was another guy in the photo too that he tried not to be jealous of, but he had his arm around your waist and was grinning down at the two of you as you guys stood on a dock in front of a boat. He loved how happy you looked there in that moment, like your mind wasn’t laden with such heavy burdens like planning a wedding you were legally bound to, or dealing with a clearly tense situation with your step father. His favorite picture though, was one of you and an older woman, your mama, he assumed. You were laughing in the photo a mess of birthday cake frosting smeared across your cheek and some pink tinsel in your hair. The silver balloons behind you said ‘15’. 

“That’s my mama..” You said, sliding up behind him. He jumps, slightly scared. “That’s the only picture i have left of her..Boyd has all the rest, wont let me see ‘em. I think they’re up in the attic somewhere.” You sniff a little, trying not to cry as you turn away, hands on your hips. “Right, lets get this stuff together.” 

After about an hour or so you’ve stuffed the whole suitcase with more clothes than you really need for an entire weekend, Gator had lightened the mood by teasing you when you tried to hide your panties and bras as you packed them, telling you it’s not like he hadn’t seen any before, and he would be seeing yours for the foreseeable future, and then making you laugh at his genuine confusion at your array of shampoos and body washes in the your shower. 

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re one of those 3 in 1 off the shelf at the grocery store kinda guys..” You laugh, looking at him looking at the four different bottles of soaps in his hands. “Please tell me you use something that costs more than ten dollars on your hair! It’s too pretty not to use cheap crap!” You hadn’t really meant to call his hair pretty out loud, but it really was pretty, you couldn’t deny it.

He doesn’t mention it though and instead looks up at you bewildered. “Are you tellin’ me you spent more than twenty dollars on all this crap combined?” He asks, completely in awe. “Oh my god Pearlie, please tell me you’re not gonna be breakin’ my bank on fuckin’ shampoo- it’s shampoo!” 

The two of you burst out in laughter after a moment and you deemed it best not to tell him how much you spent on hair care quite yet, afraid that he would have an aneurysm if you did. He’s gentlemanly enough to help you carry the suitcase back out to the Jeep. 

He even carries it into his daddy’s house for you, and up the stairs where he shows you his bedroom. He tosses the case unceremoniously onto his bed, where it bounces. You look around for a moment, eyebrows raised as you take in the scenery. It was messier than you had imagined, but it smelled so much like him and his damn vape that you couldn’t help but to take a deep breath of air. The room wasn’t too big, and his queen sized bed took up most of the space, the rest of it littered with his clothes on the floor and posters on the wall..you noticed some trophies on a shelf that you would have to ask about later. 

“It’s not much, and it’s usually not so messy..” He says, you think he might be a little embarrassed by the red flush of his cheeks. “I’m sorry you have to sleep in here with me, but it’s better than the couch or crashing on the floor in the girls’ room..” 

“I don’t mind, Gator..” You say, giving him a little smile as you turn to face him. “It’s a fuckin’ pig stye though.” You laugh and he follows suit, nodding along with you. You had a pretty good idea of what you would be doing to keep yourself busy while Jessica and Maude were at school tomorrow, or until they would come home this afternoon. 

The rest of the early afternoon was spent with Karen giving you a run down of the girls’ schedules and how to feed them and dress them. Something about the woman irritated you to your core, maybe it was the way she clearly held nothing but disdain for her step son, or maybe it as the way that she spoke to you like you were stupid and couldn’t possibly be capable of taking care of her children, either way, it made your eye start to twitch the more you thought about it. 

You were grateful when Roy seemed to have finally had enough of hanging around after he had dutifully packed their bags into his old chevy and got a little snappy with his wife, who quickly scurried out of the door. He gave you a friendly squeezed of your shoulder, his giant hand engulfing your shoulder, before mentioning something to Gator in hushed tones that seemed to only upset the boy as his voice turned tense and cold and his back stiffened like it did earlier in the day. 

The house was quiet once the door shut, creepily quiet once the old Chevy had meandered it’s way out of the gates of the house and down the road of the ranch. You stood in the doorway of the kitchen, not quite sure what to do with yourself as you kept your eyes on your fiance. He’s watching out the windows next to the door, his back muscles still tense. You wondered if he would be upset with you if you asked what his father had said, if you asked if he was okay. You decide against it though. “Gator?” You ask, your voice soft, small and quiet. He hums in response, hands on his hips as he glances back at you. “Shouldn’t we go pick up the girls?” You noticed it was nearing time for school for your own sisters  to be out, and while Gator’s went to a private christian school you figured they probably had the same start and out times as your sisters’ school. “It’s almost three..” 

“Yeah..” He runs a hand down his face, clearing his throat. “Yeah, let’s get going.” 

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[punishedcrow]

OKAY YALL MAJOR RESIDENT LOVER SPOILERS HERE IM THEORIZING

So far I've done the Cassandra, Donna and Bela routes. This order is important. I've started with Cassandra because I continued on my demo save and so far everything seemed normal with some hints of mystery here and there, but I didn't get too much out of the romance objective and yes I save scummed a lot so I know a little about Cassandra's bad ending, but haven't gone fully through with it, I've just had the scene with her where she's all creepy.

I knew I'd have to solve mysteries, but in a game where you start over and over again, how would the secrets I found matter? THATS WHERE DONNA'S PLAYTHROUGH COMES IN. AGAIN, MAJOR SPOILERS!!!

So her route was full of secrets I didn't pry on. I save scummed a couple times, but since I loved Donna so much, I didn't even go too much further to know what happened on the bad choices. Only on her playthrough, characters star mentioning "rounds" and "next time" and Donna talks about not letting this happen again. MC is really important to Mother Miranda and the whole purpose of the game is for you to find out why. I've found some stuff at Cassandra's playthrough by sneaking in the third floor, but that didn't give me much clues. On Donnas route I've looked at some stuff and went back to a save when she absolutely hated it, but it didn't trigger a "secret found" prompt.

Donna knows about Miranda's plans and her capabilities, but she seems to have some power too bc Miranda didn't pressure her as much as you'd think. Like she straight up fucking turns of Bela's heart with magic (I told you there's spoilers) as punishment, but she's just "boogey woogey imma scare you" with Donna. What is Donna capable of? I need to know, maybe on another playthrough with her where I snoop around and try as many options as possible? I need to know, specially because she knows.

And this is why the developers of this game are geniuses bc Dona FUCKING REMEMBERS MC. At Bela's playthrough, when you go to her flower shop, she blushes when greeting you. Donna does NOT act like that at first glance on her playthrough. And it happened right after, on this order. WHY THE HELL WOULD SHE ACT LIKE THAT IF SHE DIDN'T REMEMBER??? And it explains a lot why she was so jealous and possessive on her route. She knew she'd be seeing you with a bunch of other people over and over until eventually you came back to her (?). And also, even though Cassandra is flirty with everyone, she flirted with MC a lot at Donna's playthrough, when I still had a couple of Cassandra's saves registered. And at Bela's route, when I met Donna, I still had a couple of saves from the second playthrough. But none from Cassandra, since it had all been overwritten already and she didn't flirt with MC at all on Bela's playthrough, without her saves.

What I can deduce from the story I've seen so far is that the only Dimitrescu kid that has a hint of what's happening at this school is Bela, since she's been fucking cursed by Miranda. Donna knows because she's Miranda's "daughter" and Alcina's sister, who also knows about all the cult shit. But I cannot confirm if their remembrance is truly coded in the game. It probably is, because that is the point of this doki doki literature club time loop plotline. Like of course that's the plot line, come on, that's what's most fun about it.

Miranda wants something from MC, so imma leave her for last.

I've also noticed that Angie has been drinking more and more, specially on the third playthrough, after Donna, who's her aunt/mother. It almost felt like she was depressed everything was happening again and Donna would be depressed again (not the case apparently), so she got depressed too.

My game plan now is Dani, Angie, Alcina and Miranda. Let's see how this goes. After all that I'll mess around with Donna's route and others to see some bad endings with the creepy sprites like Cassandra covered in blood and zombie Bela killing my ass, that truly caught me off guard btw.

Oh and I'm really loving this game. The descriptions, the way it's written, it's all so well thought out to me. It's sensible, it's relatable, it's honestly quite captivating tbh. I love all those women and I don't feel like any of them are my super favorites, but maybe Donna bc I've always loved the character since I played RE Village. They're all so different and interesting that I like them all in different ways.

Honestly, I have no conclusion for this, but I know MC is important for some kind of ritual Miranda's cult is doing. What could it be? How does it connect to the time loop?

#resident lover #resident lover spoilers #SPOILER WARNING #3am posting #3am insanity #bastardcore #chaoscore #lesbian #maybe when im less sleepy i come bsck to conclude this #edit: i've come back and made this make more sense lol

[softtcurse]

Pretty Girl

synopsis: your relationship with jack was complicated to say the least. A fuck buddy venture yet a sour taste fell into your mouth at the thought of him. But you can’t help but want something more from someone who’s not willing to give you the same.

Passin' around

You blacken your body

No conversation

To ease up your mind

And nobody sings

To see the outside of it

“His name is Jack, he’s really sweet. Urban told me about him a couple of times!” Your bestfriend Ree assured you. “And I mean obviously you know who he is girl. Let’s not fuck around with ourselves he’s like THE IT man right now” She grinned and you walked with her with a slight roll of your eyes. Dating wasn’t in your vision at the moment, and although you appreciated her wanting to be the one to set you up with Mr. Right, you just didn’t see that coming your way anytime soon.

“Ree Im not really up to the club scene right now, I just want to go home and lay down” You whined and watched as the plethora of clothes around you fell onto the ground. She was pulling out every piece of clothing she could out of your closet to see which one you would be wearing.

“Please!? It’ll be so fun I promise! If you start hating it then we’ll leave. You know I’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable”

With a heavy sigh and a nod of your head. You promptly grabbed the dress she was holding up to you and agreed.

You did need to get out of the house and start being yourself again after all.

Your eyes snapped open. You look down. A sigh leaving your lips. Your thighs were patterned with bruises, a hiss escaping your lips when you traced them with your finger tips. You were again reminded of all the things Jack and you did the night previously. The way he had grabbed you, turned you on your back to look at your face while he fucked you. Jack Harlow could be sweet on you when he wanted too. One of the many reason why you didn’t like him.

You looked to your side and saw no sign of him. Thinking he was probably gone again just like all those other nights for the last couple of months.

“Well” you hummed and got yourself off of the bed. Wincing when the soreness in your core made its way evident. Your top long thrown in an empty chair on the corner of the room. When he had tugged it off your body.

Your panties ripped on the side of the bed on the ground. Internally you felt at war with yourself. How the fuck do you keep allowing yourself to keep doing this?

As you maneuvered your way to get some clothes on you paused. A sound of your kitchen came, a couple pots moving around and you heard some cups shift too. You weren’t stupid and you knew exactly who it was. Snatching a robe from your close you quickly tied it around you waist. Tracking downstairs you didn’t even notice that you had left your phone.

The sweet smell of coffee as well as the sizzling sound of bacon hit your senses.

As well as the sound of a very familiar voice.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in 30 minutes, I just gotta finish something here real quick” You hear peeked the corner and there he was. 6’3 dressed in some sweat pants and a t shirt he had left at your house a few days before. Washed, since you had done some laundry and accidentally tossed it in with your own clothes.

Accidentally was becoming a word you were all too familiar with nowadays.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But you couldn’t help it.

Watching as he played the food. A smirk on his lips as he talk to whoever was on the other line.

“Yeah, yeah. I gotta go now though. Alright bye”

He clicked his screen and ended the call.

“You done over there spying?” Jack asked. Bringing a piece of bacon to his lips but yet he didn’t look at you.

You jumped. A flush of heat hit your cheeks at being caught snooping. Fuck.

You straightened your back and crossed your arms over your chest. Rolling your eyes and clearing your throat.

“Snooping? It’s my house” You walked into the kitchen fully. Your legs being hit by the cool breeze as he had a window cracked open.

He hummed and chewed. His eyes locking with yours. You fought the urge to look away. “What are you even still doing here Jack?”

You sat down on the stool where your island countertop was. A plate slid towards you. Bacon, eggs, toast, and some mixed fruit. Your stomach was basically begging you to eat. “What am I still doing here? Can’t a guy just make a pretty girl some breakfast without there being a motive?” Jack whispered into your ear. His hand touching your back. A shock of what felt like electricity ran through your back.

A sarcastic laugh escaped your lips.

Pretty girl

You were so used to that nickname falling off his lips. Smooth like butter and thick like the finest honey you’ve ever tasted.

“I just assumed you had another side piece to get to” You shrugged and picked up your fork. Brining s piece of egg to your lips and chewing slowly. You could smell his expensive cologne lingering on his skin even with all the shuffling and moving around you both did last night. His chain that had been previously hovering over your face as he fucked you into the mattress now sat obediently on the material of his t shirt.

“So what if I do? You’re not my girlfriend” He snapped at you suddenly.

A silence fell over you two.

Once again you were reminded why you didn’t like Jack Harlow.

You scanned his face for any sign of regret and you found none. Of course not. A permanent smirk on his features, almost as if he knew that it would get to you.

“You’re right I’m not, and I don’t want to be. Dealing with you 24/7, with your ways and not knowing what other bitch you could possibly fucking is not something I want to be drawn into” You dropped your fork harshly onto your plate. A loud clink from contact.

“Get the fuck out of my house”

“With pleasure pretty girl, see you next time”

///

Two days had passed and you’ve only occasionally exchanged text with Jack back and fourth. A little phone sex thrown into the mix. Your vibrator just wasn’t enough sometimes, and even though you didn’t like Jack he was there for whenever you needed a release. He was more than willing actually.

“He keeps asking about you, you know?” Ree mentioned over brunch. Your peach and mango cocktail sitting cold in front of you. A few sips down and you knew you were in it.

“Yeah as I’m sure he asks about a bunch of the girls he fucks in a daily basis” You snort back a laugh and shake your head.

“I haven’t seen other girls at the shows I go with Urban too, who knows? Maybe you’re just different him him?” You watched your friend grin and shrug. Taking a sip of her own drink while she watched your face contort into confusion. You quickly had shrugged that aside. There was no way Jack Harlow liked you. The feeling was mutual.

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

Nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

Nobody's hiding it

A VIP lanyard around your neck and your satin baby blue dress fitting perfectly around your body. You had gotten some heels for an event you had been invited to a month or two prior and you hadn’t ended up going. Who were you to waste a nice pair of heels? So you decide to wear them tonight for Jack’s final show of his tour. Come Home The Kids Miss Yo. You loved the album, you let his ego grow when you told him how much you loved it too.

As you were getting checked in by security you noticed a few fans off in the distance waving at you and shouting your name. You were only associated to Jack by Ree and Urban. You had been put on some blogs as well as some fan accounts whenever you were seen with him which you tried to keep very minimal, as minimal as you could, really. You offered them a small smile and wave. The very tall security guard nodding his head and leading you to the back of the venue. A private hallway leading down to where Jack would surely be. Hopefully Ree and Urban too.

“He’ll be in that room right there” The guard nodded at you. He looked very professional and his demeanor was nothing more than that.

“Thanks I appreciate it” You released a breath You didn’t even know you were holding. The heel of the man’s shoes clicked and before you knew it he was rounding the corner and disappeared. You could hear the echoes of the people talking from outside even from where you were. It just showed the amount of people waiting to see a piece of him. They adored him, Jack had a charm to him that was undeniable and even if you didn’t like him you could admit that.

You walked towards the dressing room door. Your hand turning the knob slowly.

“I missed you so much baby, god it’s been so long since I’ve seen you heard a whiney voice.

“I know pretty girl” the all too familiar voice with the all too familiar nickname. You didn’t know why it felt like utter poison escaping his lips. You could practically see his lips move as he said those two words.

Your teeth clenched. Your throat closed up and for a moment you felt as if all the air had been punched from your lungs.

“Am I going to see you tonight?”

“Mhm, I’ll tell one of my guys to bring you back to the bus so we can go up to the hotel room”

A loud squeal from the woman and a couple of kissing sounds fell into the air.

You had never felt so humiliated in your life.

Fuck Jack Harlow.

Your mind felt so numb you didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching you.

“Hey YN? You good?” You looked up. Urban. He looked genuinely concerned. Something you had been needing from someone in your life that wasn’t Ree.

“I’m okay” You whimpered out.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong? You want me to get Ree-“

“No no, please don’t. Please don’t” You begged him. Your eyes felt heavy. A couple ton of weights holding onto your eyelid. You were stopping yourself from being a mess to a man who you knew yet felt so much like a stranger to this point.

Your senses were so heightened up to this point. You heard the door click open.

“What’s going on here?”

Jack.

“YN’s not feeling good” Urban spoke for you. Looking in between you and Jack. Not knowing if that was the right thing to say. You looked in the mix between utterly pissed and utterly sick.

“What?” Jack’s hand placed under your arm. You immediately moved it out of his grasp.

“Don’t fucking touch me ever again. Don’t you text me, don’t ask for me, don’t even look at my shit ever again. Do you understand me?” You spared his feelings not one bit. Your gaze turned to his. If looks could kill Jack wouldn’t be standing where he was right now. You knew that for a fact.

“What the fuck are you going on about? What’s wrong with you?” Jacks laugh was bitter. It left a sour taste in your mouth. You should’ve known. Everything was a joke to him.

“YOURE WHATS FUCKING WRONG WITH ME” You yelled at him. “YOU JACK, ITS ALWAYS FUCKING YOU.”

You read his face and he seemed to be shocked. Sure you two had your plenty of arguments, they never came down to yelling. It was more jabs and sly remarks. Then you two would fuck it out like you always did. This felt so much more different, and he didn’t know why the pit of his stomach sank.

“Woah, calm the fuck down-“

“NO! FUCK YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?!” You felt embarrassed and ashamed, more so knowing that his girlfriend for the night. Was in the dressing room hearing you get humiliated, they probably both got off of the fact that you were so stupid to even come here.

Your finger was pointed directly at his chest.

“You sit and send me a whole fucking VIP badge to come see you, you ask my fucking bestfriend about me as if you give a damn about me and then I come here like a fucking idiot knowing I despise your guts and hear you talking about making plans to fuck someone else after your show is over?” You try to dissect what you knew to be true. It sounded like you were explaining it to him but it was more so for yourself. You were trying to understand what the whole point of it was.

“Ermm, I think I��m just gonna-“ Urban felt extremely uncomfortable with the situation, and in any other scenario you would have felt bad but he was guilty by association.

Jacks laugh radiated the empty hallways and your ears. You were overdosed with distain at this point.

“So you’re tripping because I invited you to my show- which by the way it was just because my bestfriend is dating your fucking bestfriend so I felt like I needed to” Ouch. “And because I’m not fucking you tonight? Come on pretty girl, you can have me tomorrow night. I promise”

Oh you wanted to punch his so fucking bad.

“You don’t get to decide who I fuck, we’re not dating. I don’t want to date you or anyone for that matter, so if you feel the same then why are you up my ass about it? Stop acting like you’re fucking in love with me or something”

You hated the fact that his words hit harder than they usually would. You didn’t know why. You knew this.

“I’m glad we got that out of the way. Next time you decide to humiliate me then do it in-front of a bigger audience. That’ll do you more good.” You turned to Urban, hearing Jack scoff behind you.

“Please don’t tell Ree. Please” You asked. “She’ll worry about me and I don’t want her to waste her time doing that anymore”

“Umm, yeah no worries YN. I’m sorry” Urban apologetically looked at you. You didn’t know what he was apologizing for. Was he sorry because he knew? Or because of his friend’s actions? You didn’t care anymore.

“Yeah thanks” You mumbled and walked away. Ripping the VIP lanyard around your neck and tossing it on the ground. It left a slight sting on your skin.

One more reason to not like him, and you were okay with that.

///

Your emotions had been pent up over the last week or so. You managed to find the urge to block Jack on everything you would. Even on tik tok. Just to get your point across that you truly wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Urban had kept his end of the bargain and hadn’t told Ree anything. You knew she’d end up finding Jack and possibly fighting up if she found out. Not that you couldn’t deal with it yourself but she was very protective over you and it wouldn’t end up pretty.

“I’m doing this for her, I’m doing this for her” You kept mumbling to yourself. Outside of the restaurant, squeezing your fights and acting like everything was fine and well. The most you could do. Lying to Ree wasn’t something you liked doing, but when she had asked why you didn’t arrive at the show you had made some bullshit excuse that you had fallen sick due to some food you ate. That was enough for you to cover up that whole night.

“YN I know you don’t like him but please just try to get along with him for me? Please?” Your bestfriend Ree begged you. Her hands enclasped and in a rayed position because at this point that’s what she felt like. Holding on to her sanity that you would be in a room with Jack for a couple of hours.

Unknown to her, you were trying the hardest you could. Only the universe knows how much it took out of you to get dressed and stand being in a room with him.

“Ree I don’t know how to tell you that I don’t want to be around him! He’s a condescending asshole and he equally doesn’t like me so why the fuck does it matter?” You pouted your lips. You looked too fucking good tonight to waste an outfit. You had just been informed by Ree that Jack was making an appearance at her birthday dinner. Urban being her boyfriend he was bound to be there and you knew that. But that didn’t make you any less pissed.

“Why are you acting like that?” Ree looked at you and smirked. Crossing her arms.

“You’re acting like yall haven’t been fucking like you’re in heat for the past couple of weeks” She shrugged.

“Shhhh! Way to reveal my darkest secrets” You felt heat creep up on your cheeks and you moved a piece of your hair behind your ear.

Ree tugged you along. You obliged. A sign escaped your lips. She was so lucky you loved her.

So, so so lucky

As soon as you walked in your eyes narrowed down to the man you dreaded to see. You hadn’t spoken or even texted him in nearly a week. Which was a record for you. You folded so quickly for him sometimes it was ridiculous. Not to be mistaken with your distain for him because you really didn’t like him. Now more than ever.

You swore it

As soon as his eyes looked at yours. A stupid grin appeared on your face. Ree had long left your side and ran to Urban. Who awaited her with bags of gifts and a sweet grin. His arms awaiting her too.

“What’s with the face?” Jack asked you. Bringing a drink up to his lips. There were a lot of your friends at the table where you guys would be having Fee’s birthday dinner. Even a few members of PG who you haven’t really met yet.

“The face?”

“Mhm, you look mad” Well not shit. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“I’m not mad. You being here is just an inconvenience for me”

“Oooo I see” Fuck he looked so good. His curls sitting perfectly on his head. His blue new balance track suit fitted perfectly too.

“You thought I wasn’t gonna come huh?” He had leaned down to whisper into your ear. A shudder fell on your spine.

“Pretty girl, not so smart”

“Don’t call me that”

“Why not? You loved it when I would hold your hands behind your back while I fucked you senseless and called you that”

You wanted to squeeze your legs shut. It had been a minute since you’ve gotten any. That was purely because you couldn’t bring yourself to out yourself into another situationship, that and you didn’t want to sleep with a random one night stand.

Open your mind

Filled it with bullshit

Locked up your heart

Without even knowing it

It must be a sign

The days that we're living in

“I’d rather not be associated with the other women you have attached to your name. Thanks”

“Listen if it’s about-“

“No, I don’t want to talk about it. I told you I was done and I meant it.”

Jack’s face visibly fell. You could see the way his jaw clenched and you almost felt bad for him.

“I just want to explain myself a little more, so I don’t look like the most awful person to you.”

“It’s a little too late for that don’t you think?” You offered him a sad smile. “I can pretend that we get along for the sake of our friends. But as far as you and I are concerned. There’s no us Jack. There will never be and you’ve made that quite clear.”

“You can’t blame this all on me, you don’t like me either” Jack stopped you as you were beginning to walk away to take your seat.

“No Jack I didn’t, but maybe for just a second I was changing my mind”

“I’m sorry”

You paused. A shaky sigh escaped your lips.

“I didn’t touch her. I haven’t touched anyone since we started…doing whatever we were doing.” His hand came around your wrist. Pulling you closer to him. Not intimately but just enough so it was only the two of you in your own little bubble. Everyone else was distracted and that was a good thing for the both of you.

“Can we go back to my car and talk about it? Please?”

You gulped. Looking around, Ree who smiled at your and gave you a thumbs up. A guilty pit fell to your stomach. You would have to tell her the truth sooner or later. You then turned to Jack and nodded.

“Quickly.”

It only took 5 minutes for you to go outside and get inside his car. The black tinted windows giving you some sort of comfort. Jack had opened and closed the door for you. He always did, but it was especially intimate in the way his hand fell to the small of your back to make sure you got in just fine.

You kept having to remind yourself that he wasn’t your boyfriend. You two weren’t talking.

He was just Jack Harlow. Someone he’d always been in your life.

You watched him get in. Your eyes darted towards the dashboard once he got in comfortably. His fingers tapping against the steering wheel. Although you two had no intention of going anywhere.

“I didn’t fuck her”

“I know, you told me”

“I feel like you don’t believe”

“Why does it matter what I believe?”

Jack laughed. Not in a condescending way like he usually would. A guilty laugh.

“I care what you think…”

It was your turn to laugh now.

“Did I come here to listen to you tell jokes?”

“I’m being serious. What I said was stupid and I know it was. Trust me, I got a scolding from Urban for what I said.”

You sighed throwing your head back and closing your eyes. Your lashes hitting your cheeks. You kept your hands on your lap.

“You still kissed her Jack. You still….you still called her what you called me. Maybe it’s stupid, but it hurt. I don’t know why so don’t ask.” You stopped him. You knew that would be a question.

“It’s not stupid, I wasn’t thinking. I guess I just….I don’t know. That’s the only time I called her that.”

“Who was she?”

“Do I have to answer that?” Jack cautiously asked. He was expecting you to punch him in the mouth as soon as you saw him in the restaurant. But the way you kept yourself restrained made him even more nervous.

“You dont have to,but I’d appreciate it” You mumbled. His hand inched closed to yours before finally his hand was on top of yours.

“Some girl I used to mess around with back in Louisville, before I moved to Atlanta” He gripped your hand softly. You knew he was being genuine.

“Okay, I believe you” You assured him.

His hand inched closer to your thigh. You let him.

“I missed you”

“Did you?”

He smacked his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“You know I did, come here” He patted his lap. You were more than happy to obliged.

You managed to shift over with ease. Your head hitting the roof a little before you were settled in his lap. His hands immediately cupping your cheeks and bringing you down to kiss him. Your lips entangled in a messy make out session. His large hands beginning to run down your back and at the curve of your ass. Lifting the material of your dress. You had a flimsy pair of panties on.

Your arms wrapped around his head. Pushing his mouth closed to yours. It was getting warmer and warmer by the minute. Fuck, you needed this.

“You want me to fuck you good?” Jack mumbled against your lips. Your nude and brown ombré lipstick getting smudged against his lips.

“Mhm, please fuck me good” You begged.

Jack smirked and nodded. Who was he to deny you?

“Lift your hips up for me pretty girl” You lifted your hips and let him pull his sweats down. You could feel how hard he was through them and even more when his boxers exposed how needy he was for you. Your right hand leaned down and you cupped his dick through his briefs. Earning a very loud groan from the back of Jack’a throat.

Pushing down his briefs his hard dick slapped his abdomen. You licked your lips and started pumping him while he worked on pushing your panties aside.

“Slide in slowly pretty girl, take your time” Jack instructed your. His eyes squeezing shut when you sunk down in his length. Your shaky moans and whimpers directly on his ear. His hands placed themselves on your waist- well one in your waist, the other on your throat.

At that point your eyes were filled with lust, glazed over with pure need that you were getting your drug of Jack Harlow. Nothing else really mattered in that moment. You knew that was part of your problem.

“Oh fuck!” You tossed your head back. Starting to rotate your hips. The dirty sounded of his skin hitting yours felt so sinful. Every inch of him inside of you, you could feel every vein. He was your own real life Adonis.

“Yeah that’s it pretty girl. Fuck your self on my dick. Take what you need from me you dirty bitch” Jack o panted through clenched teeth. His lips finding your neck yet again. Sinking on your delicate skin which would 100% leave a bruise on the spots.

You felt your legs quiver. Her hands desperately reaching to grab onto his hair.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You yelled. Messy and sloppy thrusts being reciprocated by Jack.

“Cum for me baby, I’m gonna come inside of you okay? Can I please do that?” Jack asked you. Which you nodded. You were on birth control anyways.

It didn’t take much longer for your climax to come. For Jack to release himself inside of you. For your eyes it glaze over as you stared into his eyes. Pressing your lips with his again.

“Let’s go back to my place?” Jack asked you.

“Okay”

///

Beep

Beep

Beep

Jack lazily reached over to grab his phone. His eyes being hit by the harsh sun immediately. In his mind he cussed himself out for not investing in black out curtains. His hair messy from the activities from the previous night. All he could think about was taking you out to eat some syrupy waffles and a cup of hot tea. Fuck he could really use some.

“Baby can you close the blinds for me please?” Jack muttered. Reaching over to touch the side of the bed you always laid on. Only to find cold covers.

He assumed for a second that you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth or maybe even taking a shower. However he didn’t hear the faucet or the shower running.

“YN?”

Nothing.

Jack sat up rubbing his eyes. His bare chest being hit by the cool air.

Your clothes were gone, your phone was gone. It was as if there was no trace of you to begin with. If it wasn’t for the lingering smell of your perfume Jack would’ve thought he was going crazy.

Snatching his phone frustratedly off the covers he was quick to unlock it and open his contacts. His finger hovering over your name on his phone.

pretty girl 💓

Hesitantly he clicked on it.

“Please leave your voice mail box for-“

It was finally your turn to leave.

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

Nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

#jack harlow fic #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfic

[sainz-leclerc]

okay i’m currently catching up on your masterlist rn bc i missed so many and i think we all need a part two to this when reader goes over to his house 👀

Gotcha bean 😘

You ranged the Leclerc’s home doorbell , you hands shaking a bit from anticipation. Charles had in fact been right . You did forget your English textbook at his house and you needed it for your homework so here you were.

Opening the door , im view come Arthur , Charles’s younger brother.

Leaning on the doorway , the young Leclerc smiles at you “Hiya Y/n , what can I help you with ?”

Smiling at the , in your opinion much more pleasant Leclerc’s brother , you said “Hi Arthur. Is Charles by any chance at home ? I forgot my textbook here the other day and I need it back”

“ He’s currently out at the store but you’re welcome to wait” Arthur offered.

You took this as your chance “Oh no need , I’ll just grab it from his room and be on my way”

He moved from the door way and motioned for you to enter the house “help yourself. i’ll be in my room if you need me” and with that he was gone.

Making your way up to Charles’s room , you open the door to find notebooks opened , papers thrown across the room and pens everywhere.

How he managed to score such high grades in all this mess you could never understand.

Looking around the room for your textbook you spot a picture frame on his desk.

In the picture , there were you and him from sophomore year when you both became valedictorian seeing as you two were the best of your class.

Both of you were hugging each other , smiling genuine smiles at the camera. You remember that day like it was yesterday.

Your mums were the one who made you two hug as to congratulate the other but the smiles were true from both of you.

“Snooping sweetheart ?” You heard a deep voice ask.

Turning around , you are met with Charles. He was wearing a black zip up hoodie over a white cotton shirt that hugged his chest. He had a pair of matching black sweatpants on and his hair was disheveled from the wind out.

Straighting up , you looked him straight in the eyes. “I’m just looking for my textbook”

Smiling , Charles entered the room , closing and locking the door behind him.

He moved over to his desk chair , sitting down and picking up your book from under the desk.

When you went to reach it , the monegasque snatched your hand and pulled you into his lap.

You sudden squeal was muffled by his lips on your. Charles kissed you hungrily , his mouth eating up yours.

Pulling away from him to catch your breath , he puts down the book and places his hand on your waist “Ride me”

Complying , you sat up to remove your pants and underwear then straddled his hips. Charles pulled out his cock and you sunk on it.

Once again , you moan was muffled by his lips “Quiet sweets , my brothers are home” he winked at you.

After adjusting to his size , you began rocking your hips , creating a steady rhythm.

Charles cock his that one spot in you , making you see stars. One of his hands came down and started playing with your clit.

When you were close to release , he took over , planting his feet on the floor and beginning to thrusts upwards.

At that you came undone , muffling your own moan into his neck.

Soon enough , he came right after you , a string of curses exiting his mouth.

You two remained like that for a second , just soaking up the quietness before Charles spoke up “stay for dinner ? my mum misses ‘that pretty valedictorian girl from last year’” he teased , sending you a wink

Smirking , you kissed his lips teasingly “your mum thinks I’m pretty ?”

“Don’t let it go to your head sweetheart”

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles marc herve perceval leclerc #charles lechair #formula 1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 drabble #imagines #blurbs #f1 #oneshots #writing #f1 smut #f1 fluff #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #enzo ferrari #ferrari f1 #scuderia ferrari #f1 ferrari #cl16 #monaco #sainz leclerc drabble

[thatwildnya]

Chapter 3: RIP Crowley's Wallet-

Wild: i was feeling really good about this chapter so have another! Malleus and Sebek have come to stay with MC too now. this one is shorter than the previous two but i promise chapter 4 is longer! also please ignore the catboy

Nya: IM SO PROUD OF MY BABY HES GAINING CONFIDENCE EVERYONE PRAISE HIM

tw: none

chitters: of course we had to figure out a way to include the ramshackle ghostly uncles and grim

Malleus: dragon (who could've guessed?)

Sebek: deinosuchus (prehistoric crocodile that had dinos for lunch)

“That should be everything, if something goes wrong just give us a call.” The man tips his cap as he and his team leave. Now everything was up and running, you no longer had to go over to the neighbors to borrow their outlets to charge your phone or their microwave because you were not going to use the fireplace to heat up a can of soup like your uncle had said you should. Though you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t miss it completely, those three ghostly white neighbors were very sweet old men. They always sent you back home with homemade food and desserts and loved when you stayed a few hours to keep them company. They would talk your ear off about the old days and invite you to play the Mintendo 46.

And the lil gray kitten they had would snuggle with you if you gave him tuna. He could be a little shit but was a sweetheart the majority of the time. Occasionally he’d pop up in your yard for some loving. Jack and Deuce were particularly fond of him, they would play hide and seek or curl up for a nap in the sun.

You had always tried not to stay long, not wanting to leave Lilia and the kids alone for long periods of time, but they just looked so sad whenever you declined. You monster how could you. Usually you ended up giving in. At least they sent a bunch of food home with you each time you stayed, especially after finding out you had four centaurs to care for.

“They’re gone!” you yell as soon the maintenance team drives out of sight.

“No need to shout little one, we’re right here.” Lilia laughs as you jump from his breath on your neck. You glare at him as he floats in the air, Silver asleep in his arms while Deuce and Jack had their arms wrapped around his neck. You still weren’t used to him being so quiet. In his bigger form it was way easier to notice him, the house would creak anytime he moved. Actually you preferred that. Stay big even if the floor breaks.

He dropped down next to you, crouching down so the younger two could drop to the floor safely. Jack and Deuce immediately ran off to explore the house in full. Before you wouldn’t let them explore any further than you had seen, worried they might get into something they shouldn’t. But your uncle had called in a cleaning service, saying he was too kind to let you clean everything by yourself. All you had to do was do a quick snoop to see if there was anything dangerous. 

You called after them to be careful and to not touch anything. A crash answered you. For the love of the skies above did they not know how to be careful?

Before you could go after them, they came sprinting back. Their eyes were big and scared as they jumped into your arms, visibly shaken. What could have frightened them so badly?

“Ah, Malleus is back.” Lilia said with a smile, his ears flicking. “I’ll introduce you, come come!”

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And here you thought Lilia was intimidating.

You had to tilt your neck back at an awkward angle to look at his face. Malleus was another fae centaur, a dragon one. One of the rarest breeds. The horns on his head were inches away from hitting the ceiling at his full height. His bright green eyes gazed down at you, unblinking.

“Malleus, this is the owner of the mansion.” his gaze shifted away from you to Lilia, or more precisely the ID necklace around his neck.

“You let them collar you?” Lilia chuckled, “surprised? They’ve proven worthy of being my master, nothing more nothing less.” Malleus reached out to run a finger over the green ID gem in the center of the choker.

“Are you gonna stay for dinner?” you spoke up, “I’m about to start making it. If you’re staying I’ll need to make more.” thinking about how much this big guy ate made you groan internally, ingredients were running low already.

Malleus turns his gaze back to you, looking surprised.

“... What?” he leans down further, getting close enough for you to see black scales decorating the crown of his head hidden by hair. His hair tickled your face. “Are you not afraid?”

“I was born a magicless human in a world where magic can kill a whole continent of people in a millisecond. The only thing I’m scared of is the little rat man in my head that gives me intrusive thoughts.” you deadpan. The only reason you haven’t acted on those thoughts was your spiteful nature. You run on nothing but spite, caffeine, and like three hours of sleep a day. You don’t fear god, god fears you.

Your answer is so bizarre it redures him speechless. For like, seven seconds. Then he’s laughing. Standing up straight (dear lord you hope he’s done growing Lilia hits his head every so often but he doesn’t have horns that will leave a mark so it's okay), he puts his hands on his hips.

“You intrigue me, human. I shall allow you to collar me as well.”

Seven help you it was going to cost a small fortune to feed him.

“I hope Sebek will also agree to taking you as a master.” wait I’m sorry who now.

An angry hiss was heard from behind your new pet. A crocodile (yes an actual gator he has stubby legs not long ones like Deuce) centaur with green hair poked his head from behind Malleus’ back. He glared at you with bright yellowish green peepers, his scaly tail lashing about angrily. Your uncle was going to hate you. A lot.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst au #wild's writing #twst centaur au #twst silver #twst lilia #twst deuce #twst jack #twst malleus #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #deuce spade #jack howl #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst drabble #in case it wasn't clear lilia is still by far the biggest in his true form

[hannahhook7744]

Isle Representative Group Chat!;

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Usernames: Captain/Theeleganthannahhook= Hannah Hook, adoptive daughter of Zarina the pirate fairy and Captain Hook. livelaughfuckyou= Zee Snoops, daughter of Madame Medusa and Mr. Snoops. theisleshottestprince= Lucas ‘Luke’ Tremaine-Westergaard, son of Prince Hans Westergaard and Drizella Tremaine. Gothbitch= Darcy Aoratos, daughter of Hades and Narissa. thegoddessoffear= Skia Aoratos, daughter of Persephone and Hades. Dashadowman= John Facilier, son of Ursula and Dr. Facilier. Clever= Kailani ‘Clever’ Athanasiou, daughter of Ursula and Dr. Facilier. Flamingkaratemaster= Treycor Fae-Aoratos, son of Maleficent and Hades. Princess Peach= Peachy Gothel, daughter of Mother Gothel and Captain Flynn. Yellow devil= Remi de Vil, son of Cruella de Vil. Gothmermaid= River Le Beak, son of Lord Fathom and Beatrice Le Beak. WarriorBri= Shan Bri, daughter of Shan Yu. Thescarletking= Aaron King.  Redbitch= Anna King.

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Chapter 4: Murderous Plots.

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Trigger Warnings: swearing, slight abuse of power, homicidal thoughts and actions, petty behavior, self neglect, unhealthy coping mechanisms, threats of violence, etc.

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[Hannah and Zee’s Private Chat]

5/07/2024 at 5:20 AM.

Captain: How grounded do you think I'd be if I were to murder CJ?

livelaughfuckyou: not at all if we hide the body good enough

Captain: Let's hope we can hide the body then because if she doesn't stop spamming me I will kill her. 

livelaughfuckyou: wuts she saying

Captain:

Captain: She's been at this for 20 minutes.

livelaughfuckyou: lmfao

livelaughfuckyou: sorry h but you gotta admire the commitment

Captain: Do you wanna know why she spammed me?

livelaughfuckyou: lol do tell

Captain: All she wanted to do was say hi. FUCKING HI.

Captain: SHE SENT JUST MY NAME OVER FORTY TIMES JUST TO SAY HI!

livelaughfuckyou: HA!

livelaughfuckyou: i am once again complimenting your sisters ability to commit to the bit

Captain:

Captain: 

Captain: 😑. 

5/07/2024 at 5:40 AM.

Captain: Well, unrelated but here's your schedule this week. 

livelaughfuckyou: BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO

livelaughfuckyou: YOULL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH ILL TELL YOU THAT

[Seen]. 

livelaughfuckyou: YOU GOT ME WORKING WITH GASTON FROLLO AND CLAYTON

[Seen]. 

livelaughfuckyou: AND YOU HAVE ME BABYSITTING WITH PEACHY

livelaughfuckyou: AND CLEANING WITH ANNA

livelaughfuckyou: thats it im leaving for good this time

[Seen]. 

livelaughfuckyou: i mean it! im gone motherfucker!

[Seen]. 

livelaughfuckyou: ill go join CJs crew. how do you like them apples

Captain: What crew?

Captain: Also have fun being woken up at 3am and not getting any benefits or say in what you do. 

livelaughfuckyou: are she freddie and zevon not a crew

Captain: Nope. 

Captain: Freddie and Zevon refuse to be pirates.

Captain: Cj doesn't even have a ship. She has a rowboat.

Captain: And as someone who shared a bed with her for six years, trust me. You do not want to try and sleep in the rowboat with her. 

Captain: Idk even know WHY she likes sleeping in the rowboat. She practically has the rooms in the flat above Hook's inlet to herself since everyone else has rooms elsewhere but noooo. 

livelaughfuckyou: fuck u

[Seen]. 

5/07/2024 at 5:50 AM.

livelaughfuckyou: stop leaving me on FUCKING red

livelaughfuckyou: *read.

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[Anna and Zee’s Private Chat]

5/07/2024 at 10:20 AM.

Redbitch: Why are we on cleaning duty again?

livelaughfuckyou: dont ask me bitch ask hannah

Redbitch: Everyone knows that Hannah only puts you on cleaning duty she's mad. 

Redbitch: So what did you do? Because I certainly didn't do anything recently.

livelaughfuckyou: I AINT DONE SHIT

livelaughfuckyou: HANNAHS JUST BEING A BEEACH

Redbitch: Uh huh. That's what they all say…

livelaughfuckyou: she cant take a joke! AND she put me on babysitting duty

Redbitch: Did you side with CJ over something recently?

livelaughfuckyou: ……….yeag………

Redbitch: Boo you whore.

Redbitch: CJ has been spamming her daily. 

Redbitch: Also Beast keeps sending Heroes to talk to her.

Redbitch: And Harry broke his contract with Dragonbreath again. 

Redbitch: Oh. And someone put the spider guard from Dragon Hall in her room this morning. I still don't know how you didn't wake up for that. 

livelaughfuckyou: i sleep like a dead guy anna

livelaughfuckyou: and its HANNAhs own dam fault that beast keeps bugging her

livelaughfuckyou: shes the one who wanted to be the island repre-whatever

Redbitch: Yeah but Beastie Boy could just choke on his pride already and send his fucking kid over  to talk to her already.

Redbitch: Also when was the last time you saw Hannah sleep, or eat/drink something? Just out of curiosity…

livelaughfuckyou: bro u think i pay attention to that kind of thing

Redbitch: Well, fuck. 

Redbitch: I'll ask around. Hopefully it was today and not… last week or something. 

livelaughfuckyou: it could go either way with hannah. maybe lukie or skia made her eat sumthin

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[Zee, Aaron, and Anna’s Group Chat]

5/07/2024 at 10:50 AM.

Redbitch: GODS DAMN IT. 

livelaughfuckyou: ooo boy. wat

Redbitch: I asked around. Skia and Luke and River have not seen her do any of those three things or just relax at all.

Redbitch: Also I somehow made Hannah mad, because guess what else I have to do other than cleaning?

livelaughfuckyou: wut

Redbitch: I have to rewrite your parents’ contracts.

Redbitch: As well as Frollo and Gaston’s. 

Redbitch: Oh and I have to do the same for Harry's contract with Cruella de Vil and Mal!

Redbitch: FML. 

livelaughfuckyou: lmafo

livelaughfuckyou: if u wanna make hannah even MORE mad

livelaughfuckyou: we can tie her down and force her to take a “me” day

Redbitch:  Do you wanna die?

Redbitch: Because I don't.

livelaughfuckyou: dangerous question to ask an isle kid lol

Thescarletking: Y'all are so fucked lol. 

Redbitch: AARON HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU IN THIS CHAT. 

livelaughfuckyou: anna why is your brother in this chat

Thescarletking: This is our private group chat, numbnuts.

livelaughfuckyou: wait WHY AM I IN A GC WITH ANY OF YOU FOOLS

Thescarletking: Cause we like biting.

Thescarletking: *bitching together. Not my fault you forgot this was a three person chat. 

Redbitch: It kind of is. You never reply to anyone.

Redbitch: Except Gunner but you're too far into the closet to admit that. 

livelaughfuckyou: OOOOOOOOO SNAP

Thescarletking: Says the diva who put a note in Howiee’s locker telling him to ‘get out of my school’ when you were eight because of a crush you still aren't over.

livelaughfuckyou: OOOOOOOO DOUBLE SNAP

Redbitch: You wanna come say that to my face?

Thescarletking: Nope because I believe you two have some cleaning to do. (:

livelaughfuckyou: ok this is about me now its not funny anymore

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[The Stormbringer Crew Group Chat]. 

5/12/2024 at  1:00 PM.

Captain: PETER PAN!

livelaughfuckyou: wat r u yammering about now

Captain: BEAST SENT FUCKING PETER PAN TO TALK TO ME. 

livelaughfuckyou: SERIOUSLY

Captain: YES AND HE SENT TIGER LILY AND HER HUSBAND, LAMPWICK, YESTERDAY. 

Captain: AND HE SENT TINKERBELL THE DAY BEFORE THAT. 

Captain: I'M GONNA FUCKING CASTRATE HIM!

Princess Peach: What did Peter Pan say to you?

Captain: Oh he actually said he thought I was in the right to say no to Beast's demands. 

Captain: But I'm absolutely pissed that Beast keeps sending people to talk to me except for the one person I am actually willing to talk to!

Captain: I FUCKING WANT TO SPEAK TO THE ACTUAL KING. 

Captain: You know. The dude who actually wants us in Auradon. Instead of the people who kept us as an afterthought for twenty fucking years. 

thegoddessoffear: Have you considered just…saying no until you get to speak with ben?

Captain: I keep saying no! 

Captain: THEY JUST WON'T STOP COMING BACK. THEY'RE LIKE TERMITS!

thegoddessoffear: Remember when CJ ignored you for a week straight? Do that. Just pretend they aren’t there lol

Captain: I've tried that. They just refuse to leave until I speak to them. 

livelaughfuckyou: do u want me to kill them for you hannah

Captain: I'd rather you didn't. I don't want us or the kids to get executed. 

livelaughfuckyou: damn it

Princess Peach: ANYWAY, why don’t we all brainstorm some ideas for solving this problem 🙂

Captain: Good idea peachy. 

Captain: @everyone, meet at the ship in exactly an hour if you can. 

Captain: Also! 

Captain: Aren't they the cutest?

Princess Peach: AWWWWW <3

livelaughfuckyou: barf

Captain: 😑. 

livelaughfuckyou: plz dont put me on cleaning duty again cap plz i love you

Captain: 😁. 

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook and co #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook #fanfiction #chat fic #etc

[heresmyfiddlestick]

i long for the days of shot-by-shot breakdowns of any new trailer, and since im not on twitter (where this has undeniably already happened) im doing it myself here

why is nobody talking about hebe harrison

so the trailer starts with a silly mini trailer. we'll see all of these shots later on and i'll talk about them more then. tenteen looks around bewildered (best guess: special #1 The Star Beast

donna surrenders (best guess: special #2 Wild Blue Yonder)

avengers tower/UNIT flies the tardis around on a helicopter (an anniversary tradition? (best guess: special #3 The Giggle)

explosions in a front hallway (best guess: special #1 The Star Beast)

peekaboo (best guess: special #1 The Star Beast - we'll get to why later)

and then the title card.

we start, in earnest, with a stock footage shot of London at night, which RTD has made reference to in recent DWMs. this is the opening shot of special #1 The Star Beast

then we get Donna, talking to her mum, "Sometimes I think there's something missing. Like I had something lovely..." - this is clearly immediately post-End of Time Donna, no memories of her travels with the Doctor, so special #1 The Star Beast

intercut with the Doctor snooping around a busted up, industrial area. importantly, he's alone. without knowing exactly how Liberation of the Daleks is going to end, i think it's safe to assume the guy is travelling alone at the start of these specials, so this shot (and the ones that follow) is from special #1 The Star Beast

Donna continues, "... and it's gone." over a shot of her with different hair and top. the colours look close enough to the other Star Beast shots to have me think this is the same episode, but it's tough to say. it also seems like the trailer is going chronologically, which would mean this is from special #1. the music, voiceover, and her *emphatic blink* might indicate this is *the moment she remembers* but with that i'll cease putting on my clown makeup.

back to Donna in the kitchen, "I lie in bed thinking... what have I lost?" intercut with this creepazoid, who is definitely investigating Beep the Meep's spaceship construction. this is probably the same sequence as the jumping-through-the-hole shot above. this is where we get our peekaboo shot again. buddy is definitely looking at a nasty Meep warship being constructed. jury is still out on whether he remembers this exact thing happening back when he had curls and a scarf...

switch POV, time for Tenteen's Story. this is all for sure still in special #1 The Star Beast. he lands the tardis (i share RTD's enthusiasm that it's 13's exterior!!!) and jolts out of it (unexpected landing? does he recognize Beep's distress signal? is he thinking about all the melty daleks he just left behind?)

he begins to infodump (to whom?), "I've got this friend, Donna Noble..." and we get these two complementary shots: Dr. Who turns somewhat tentatively toward a stack of boxes, and Donna and Rose are in the same area, carrying boxes (shopping? moving? looks like rolls of tissue paper and bubble wrap in Donna's box) - for consistency's sake, i note this is all still part of special #1 The Star Beast

("I had to wipe her memory to save her life") as if the infodump wasn't enough, we have some shots of ten, the parthenogenesis, DoctorDonna, and one of the worst things to ever happen on this show. in case you forgot... (i wonder if and sincerely hope that we don't get these flashbacks in the episode itself)

and now we get context for where and to whom Tenteen is saying all this: he's sitting, wearing a new version of ten's "brainy specs" (can you hear me rolling my eyes?), saying, "if she remembers me, she will die" to...

HEBE HARRISON!

Hebe is a companion of the Sixth Doctor, whose adventures have hitherto only been on audio with Big Finish, and whose departure from the tardis has not yet been described (as far as i know), since stories with her only began to be published in May 2022. she's a 21st-century lady, though. she is also (according to the Tardis Wiki) the first companion that uses a wheelchair. this is very exciting for me (big finish brain rot) though i have not listened to any of Hebe's stories. Hebe was on the tardis with Mel too, which may be a fun coincidence or very relevant for next series!

what does Hebe think of this Doctor who is so much older and very different to the one she travelled with? how did they even meet up? where the heck are they? idk but im downloading Water Worlds right now

okay moving on

Doctor: "So what happens next? A spaceship crashes right in front of her, it's like she's drawing us in" over shots of that same busy market from before, Rose looking excited, and the Meep's spaceship burning through the atmosphere over a WeWork. I'll also note that the Doctor says "drawing *us* in" - meaning Hebe and him? is there some cosmic stuff happening to throw companions, Doctors, and other aliens in front of Donna's path to revive the DoctorDonna? who would do that? why? what's clear from this dialogue is that the conversation with Hebe takes place after the scene in the market with the spaceship crash landing. if i' m right about the snooping scenes' place in the original comic's narrative, they'll come after the Wrarth Warrior fight below

(Beep: "ah!" Donna: "what the hell?!") Donna discovers Beep the Meep hiding among (Rose's?) stuffed animals in their shed. i have to say i like the decision to make Beep's fur white, though personally the blue fur colour is what i think of when i think of The Most High

Tenteen in a residential neighbourhood with soldiers nearby (this is the first shot in the trailer of the Wrarth Warrior battle). is the Doc with the soldiers? is he following the Wrarth on his own? i'm curious to see how they adapt the comic story, since it seems like Rose follows a bit of a different path than Sharon

namely because her mum seems to find out about the Meep before the Doctor does (Donna: "we've got a bloody martian in the shed!")

cont in a reblog

#doctor who #doctor who trailer #dw spoilers #doctor who trailer analysis #hebe harrison #big finish #beep the meep #wrarth warriors #celestial toymaker #donna noble #14th doctor #rose noble #sylvia noble #kate lethbridge stewart

[rzyraffek]

Slashers witam autistic s/o

Because guess who just got diagnosed👁👁

S/o has they/them pronouns! Request are open!

Billy and Stu would be such chaotic duo! Like Stu constantly forgets that s/o doesnt like loud noises and Billy whacks him everytime he acidently yells. But Stu isnt that bad cuz he loves all them hyperfixations! If s/o loves bugs he will lisen them rant about bugs for hours, if they are hyperfixated on cars he 100% will let them Snoop around his car engine (even if s/o is planing On planting bomb isnside he doesnt care). They both may crack few Jokes about autism but only if they know s/o is comfortable with it

Micheal is 100% on spectrum anyways. He respects boundaries(at first maybe nah, but its not like he was planing a healthy relationship from start) if s/o hates light? Hes fine in darkness! Tv or music is too loud? Well silence doesnt bother him anyways! My man was in asylum before human rights where a thing,those places have a lot of People with huge needs if it comes to overstymulation and ig he already kinda knows how it works? Hes been there for long time :( if s/o collects stuff for example rocks he will give them the shiniest the most stunning rocks he could find

Brahms My men would be so curious about them! He already meets new people rarley! He never met somone on the spectrum! He is a bit too over the moon, no clue what he was expecting. But im sure he hes some hopefully with not outdated info books! Anything that can overstimulate them is g o n e . too bright? Good thing we have thicc curtains! Some food just looks and feels terrible? Just call Malcolm or brahms will .It's very quiet here but if its too quiet he has some Old music discs! You both can dance together! Also he finds s/o stims kinda cute

Billy Lenz has no clue what it is and how it works BUT he memorises patterns that make s/o uncomfy. Like if he knows that something bothers them its litteraly gone. Yeah he doesnt connect dots and just thinks that they are quirky and a bit sensitive (he never read book in his entire life)

Yautja kinda same to Billy-he never heard of autism so he just figured that s/o act like that bcs of their funky personality (which is great). He found some muting headphes for them while he was on earth and he can easly change lighting on the ship! Also if s/o has hyperfixation on anything like history biology geography languages he is going to sit and lisen to it ALL especially about biology of earth Animals! He even takes notes lol

[idkelly]

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• Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me

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The casino was a safe space, for (Yn) at least, because it was her favorite skill—gambling and playing with predictions and percentages. She was known for it, and everyone knew her hands always pulled the best cards in the game.

Yes, the new Mexico casino was nothing like the one back home in Mexico, but business is business. Walking in, she didn’t grab any attention, which was better for her sake at the moment.

Only her father and brothers knew of her existence right now, plus Mike and a few others. but to the outside world, the new family was long gone from the public’s eye.

She hummed along to the music as she made her way to the back office, opening the door slowly, "Pa?"

“Hola bonita," as always, a cigarette was between his fingers and a book was spread in front of him. The lights were pretty dim, and the doctor told him it was better for his eyesight.

"I found him."

"Varga?"

"Hmm, when’s the next step?"

 "Tomorrow"

It was perfect. The plan and her needs were aligned. Her car needed a checkup, and she herself needed to check up on someone.

She found herself at the front desk of Ignacio's dad's workshop, and she was quite surprised he had some good business going despite his age.

 “Hola," the old man greeted her as soon as he heard the bell ring.

 "Hola.  ¿Cómo estás?" 

"Welcome. How can I help you?" He switched to English so fast, do I really look that white-washed?

"I was hoping to get a checkup on my car."

He nodded and turned to the back, where he yelled his son's name, telling him to go up front.

(Yn) couldn’t help but smile when she saw the look on his face when he recognized her; his steps slowed for a second as he gathered his thoughts as to what she was doing here.

The man brought his son only to be a translator between the two; therefore, Yn  didn’t need to show her ability to speak Spanish.

 In the middle of talking, the dad was called back in. with an apologetic look, he said, "I'm sorry, Senorita. My son will help you, okay?" and with that, he walked off.

 "How’d you find me?"

 (Yn) scoffed, looking to the side, though she could feel Ignacio's stare burn holes through her skull.

"Why are you here?"

"I can't get my car checked out now?."

 The man kisses his teeth in annoyance. What the hell was she doing here? "We both know you’re not here just for that."

 "Well, a little birdie told me that not only you’re a drug dealer, you’re also a card thief. I mean, shit, if you wanted some, I would’ve given you my Pokemon collection; it’s very exclusive."

 If someone were to animate the view from (Yn)’s eyes, they would’ve drawn steam out of Ignacio's ears.

 "I'm just saying you underestimated how big of an idiot you were. He went to the police for those cards, and now they’re snooping around."

 "Sounds like you have a problem, young lady," he said, taking a step back, ready to leave.

 "First of all, it’s an us problem; second of all, I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he continued along his way until she stopped him dead in his tracks.

 "Are you really not that scared of Tuco Salamanca?"

 And there he is again, right in front of Yn, with his hands crossed over his chest.

 "I know you don’t play ball, so to speak, and Tuco finds out about your little side business. I think we both know the end to that."

 "Who are you?" he finally asked; that question had been on his mind for the whole day yesterday.

 "Me? I'm nobody," same dumb smile she always uses.

 "To put an end to this before it even starts, you give me the baseball cards, 10,000 in cash, and you net roughly $60,000."

 Ignacio chuckled then went back to his serious face, "And how exactly does that work?"

 (Yn) stayed quiet for a bit, saying, "Before I continue, you really have amazing eyelashes, im jealous."

Well, that took him by surprise; he didn’t show it obviously, but still, it startled him. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by her continuing her speech.

He was impressed by her plan, and more so by her way of convincing him so easily to take part in it.

What stood out about her to him was the way she held eye contact; sure, it was common in the business to establish power and shit, But with her, it was almost more to get even with whoever she was looking at. He couldn’t put a finger on how he felt about it, her.

(Yn) wasn’t there when the final deal was happening, but Mike was, and she told him about the plan as she dropped him off near where he worked; it wasn't hard to find that one either.

The rest of the day she spent at the casino with her brothers; her father was now back home. The place was her brother's, where she was carrying out her business, which was her casino back in Mexico.

Here, the family was invisible, though; it wasn’t common knowledge who owned this place.

After a few hours, Yn  finally decided to head back home to her cat and maybe watch a movie while cuddling. The woman’s schedule was really, really empty; she could do as she pleased day and night.

As she unlocked the door, she could hear her cat calling her through the kitchen, but instead of coming to her, she had to fully realize who was sitting down on her sofa.

hard eyes.

 "Do you want coffee or tea?" she said as she kicked off her shoes and walked over to the kitchen.

 "Is this really your response to finding a stranger in your home?"

 "A stranger is someone you don’t know."

 A scoff could be heard, along with footsteps indicating he followed her to where she was; to his surprise, she was already making dinner, pasta, he presumed. with two plates set on the table.

 Was she serious? "Well, I don’t know you."

"So you willingly barged into a stranger's home, pretty clever," she laughed. "Did you follow me?"

“No, I dug a bit and found you," she couldn’t help but laugh more at his attempt.”I noticed the van that was following me yesterday, plus, if you dug around about me, you wouldn’t be here."

"Why are you here, anyway?" she said as she filled up the two plates with salsa and set the remaining in the middle if either of them had wanted seconds.

 He sat down, examining the dish. It was nicely made and fairly appetizing, especially after a long day of work. On the other side of the table, she sat leaning over to him, and there it is,  her stare.

 "Why do you do that?"

 "Do what?"

 "Stare"

"Does it bother you?"

 It was definitely a no, but he couldn’t say that, and on the other hand, he couldn’t say yes either.

 "Does Tuco not pay you enough so you make money on the side?" With that, Ignacio let out a big sigh and set his utensils aside.

 "The problem isn’t my salary or anything; Tuco is a ticking time bomb; he didn’t mind putting a bullet between a guy’s eyes just because he got a weird look from him, let alone me."

 "Your face has good bone structure; keep it that way," she said as she slipped the pasta into her mouth again. He didn’t know if these were compliments or not; she didn’t say them in a flirtatious manner, definitely more like she stated facts from a powerpoint presentation.

 After a moment of silence, he said, "Your cooking is amazing; where’d you learn it from?" She could tell he liked it by how he was devouring what was presented in front of him.

"My father’s an amazing cook, but I was the only one who got his talent; my two brothers

They learned to gamble from me instead."

 So she does have a family. Though she was an orphan or something.

"gamble?"

"Yes! My favorite hobby is real. I could do it for hours, plus I know all the tricks."

"okay show me sumn' "

 "I’m in a good mood today, so I'll  show you a few."

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and jokes. (Yn) gave the guy a lesson on games and cheats while his eyes filled with interest in what she was showing him, but either way, they both knew the night had to come to an end.

As Ignacio was at the door, ready to step out, he looked back to the woman who had greeted him goodbye a few seconds earlier, sitting on her couch peacefully petting her cat while watching TV. He really forgot why he came here in the first place.

Yn'’s mind filled with what she could do now to avoid her boredom, but as soon as she received a certain voice call from a specific person, she knew the next few days were going to be eventful.

She watched as Krazy-8 walked out of that door looking like his legs were about to give out at any given moment, yet he was sure fast enough to drive away in his vehicle. giving Yn her moment to shine.

She dresses nicely for the occasion for once, letting her hair down and doing her makeup, just taking care of herself before this whole shitshow goes down.

Parking her car next to Tuco’s and purposely bumping into it a little bit was the easy part; now she has to go in and embrace what’s going to happen.

Tuco was already staring at her in disbelief; he definitely saw what happened through the big classroom window, looking absolutely furious, while Nacho turned around after a few seconds and did his heart drop— is she everywhere?

"Hey!" She heard Tuco call out when she walked by their table to the register, but she pretended she didn’t hear them.

"Hello! Um.. can I get the number four, please, on the go?" She said this while smiling to the man before her, who went to work right away in order to avoid the scene that was about to happen.

"Yo chica, hey," she felt a hand guide her to turn around as she was met by none other than Tuco, who stood beside him, Ignacio. "You just hit my car."

"Huh? I hit your car?" Tuce chuckled at Varga. This bitch’s acting dumb.

"See, that car that you parked your piece of shit next to?" That’s mine, and you’ve just run into it."

"Oh well, I guess I could’ve and I didn’t notice, so my apologies, sir," she smiled and turned around, collecting her order and mumbling a small thank you before rushing out.

She could hear Tuco yelling not to get away from him, but the altercation needed to happen outside.

"Don’t you walk away from me!" Ay, puta!"

All the talking was done by the salamanca, while Varga stayed awfully quiet. Even Tuco noticed a slight change in demeanor on his end.

"You see that! You did that!" he said, pointing to the tiniest dent known to mankind.

"That’ll buff right out, now if you’ll excuse me—

As she was getting ready to open her car door, she felt a hand grab her by the shoulder and swing her all the way around, face to face with Tuco.

"You’re not leaving until you pay for this."

"If money is all you need, I've got great insurance."

Once again, with his hand that’s still glued to her, he shakes her to stop talking that nonsense.

"I ain’t messing around with no insurance, bitch, cash."

"Listen, I've barely got cash on me, so if you just give me your information, I’ll send it to you through insurance."

Thud.  Now (Yn) was sandwiched between Tuco salamanca and a wall; her head began to hurt already; maybe doing this herself was a bad idea, but she knew Mike would follow up with the deal, and she couldn’t let that happen; it won’t help her in the long run, and she needed all the salamanca alive.

So she'd have a black eye from one of them—not a big deal.

"You’re pretty, but a pretty awful liar." "I saw your wallet earlier; you've got plenty."

"That’s for my rent; it’s due today, and I can’t— ugh

Tuco’s ring was sure to leave a mark on Yn'’s cheek. Her head is already spinning. Why do I do this to myself?

"Just give him the money." This time it was Ignacio who spoke; no emotions were displayed, though his voice was almost like a whisper.

(Yn) looked at him and then forward to meet the loco eyes of Tuco Salamanca. she chuckled.

"I ain’t giving you shit."

The police sirens could be heard coming this way. "It’s time to bounce," Ignacio said, but his partner didn’t budge; instead, he ordered Nacho to leave and let him finish this business.

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Anarchy- Negan x Reader

⊹ Part 3 to Souvenir ⊹ (part 2 here)  ⊹

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: Sex, sex, amd more raw, filthy, smut. Oral fem receiving. Little bit of bloodplay (if you can even considerate as that)

Word Count: 7.2k (OOPS)

Summary: Negan finally gives you what you want, and finally comes to his senses. 

It had now been hours that had gone by and I was still waiting tirelessly in Negan's room. The sun had set and it was now approaching one o’clock. I had mixed up my own drink while he was away, just from other stuff on the cart, so I was feeling delightful. I had managed to get a nice buzz, or at least that's what I would say to him knowing im well into tipsy. I was once again sitting in bed and thinking about the insane but enticing man I'd been getting to know. I had been so lost in all of the technicalities of this I hadn't really stopped to think about how I was feeling in the whole thing. I didn't know what made the girls suspect I fancied Negan when that was just, not true in the slightest. He was really good in bed and that was about it. Yes sometimes his words would leave me speechless or the way he would kiss me could leave butterflies in my stomach, but I also had to make a deal with him in order to leave this place. I took the last sip of my drink, filling the cup with water this time and setting it on the nightstand. I walked slowly over to the window and looked out at the quiet community, everyone turned in for the night. I couldn't help an eerie feeling brush over me as I thought about what could be keeping Negan out this long. Especially with the rest of the people silent in their homes, if he was out with people or having a meeting surely there would still be lights on. 

I let out a sigh and tore myself away from the window before deciding to snoop around some more. I looked in a few bedside drawers the most suspicious thing being a few vintage playboys which I honestly found pretty erotic, although crass. I went into the bathroom, shocked I had never really gotten a good look at it before. The shower was huge and as soon as my eyes laid upon it I knew I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I had never showered in a bathroom this nice in my entire life and who knew if I'd ever get the chance again. I peaked my head out of the bathroom to listen for any noise and then went to turn the water on. Negan had it really good, the bathroom filling with steam at the almost boiling hot water as I began to brush out my hair and then take off my dress. I prodded around in my lingerie as I grabbed a towel and hung it next to the shower. I couldn't help but check out the window once again, looking around for any sign of Negan's return. I frowned when I still saw nothing and made my way towards the bathroom again, stopping to switch on his record player, allowing whatever album was on to fill the room softly. I smiled at the peaceful setting and imagined Negan probably doing something similar on nights he decides to spend alone, which isn't often of course. I lightly ran my hands over my hips, admiring my frame in the mirror. Rarely was I able to appreciate my figure but I never failed to feel more like a woman than when I danced around half naked before a shower. 

The alcohol ran through me sweetly, heightening my senses and allowing me to feel no shame in practically prancing to the music. As I enjoyed the Billy Idol vinyl that sang out a smile rose to my face and I let out a laugh. I decided it had been enough time spent messing around and I went to take off my undergarments but stopped when I heard the familiar sound of the heavy bedroom door opening and being slammed shut. I grabbed my chest at the sound and grew afraid he would be upset with what he was coming back to. I heard him muttering something before I slowly arose from the bathroom and he turned his gaze to me. I frowned when I saw his appearance, he was covered in blood and sweat, and was red in the face. “Negan what happened?” I asked softly as I shut off the music and walked back over to him. “People dont fucking understand how to listen thats what happened.” he scoffed, walking past me to take off his jacket and throw it on the couch. “Are you okay?” I asked, not really sure what to say or where the blood came from, though I was guessing most of it wasn't his. 

He rubbed over his face, smearing some of the remaining wet crimson fluid from his cheek. “No, I'm not too happy right now, what are you doing?” he asked, looking over at me and looking me up and down. I gestured to the shower and he nodded. I moved to pour him a glass of whiskey without saying a thing and brought it over to him. He looked down at me standing before him with the glass and smiled. “I didn't even have to ask.” he remarked with a heavy breath as he began to calm down and I smiled, shrugging. He took the glass and just drank it as if it was a shot and my lips parted, “Okay.” I laughed and he set it down on the end table. “Look at you, making yourself comfortable hmm?” he lifted some hair off my shoulder before allowing it to fall back in place, his long fingers barely grazing along my skin. He raised a still hand to brush my cheek and I felt my heart beat slow down. I felt a bit of the blood paint onto my skin and he ignored the fact as he looked into my eyes and then over my chest. “I got tired of waiting.” I muttered and his dimples emerged on his cheeks as he went to slide the straps of my bra off my shoulders. I grabbed his hand softly and looked up at him with an unsure smile, “I think you need to clean up first.” I looked him over and he followed my gaze, “What? Cant handle a little blood princess? Would've never thought that’d stop you.” he laughed and I shook my head in disagreement. “Not when its blood from who knows how many people you just got done torturing.” I felt a little regret traveling through my body when I realized it wasn't really a necessary comment that I'd just spat out. The drinks, overall exhaustion, and the state of the man, had led me to drop my filter a smidge and release the snarky phrase. He tilted his head and leaned away slightly. I looked between his eyes, allowing the guilt to show slightly in mine to convince him I was maybe just tired. 

“Is that how it's gonna be tonight?” he went ahead and asked, the playfulness pulling away from his voice as he stared me down waiting for me to answer. Instead I crossed my arms and looked down and my feet, not sure what to say. “Some people were trying to get in. Just trust me that I did what I had to do.” he added and I just nodded. I understood somewhat, but I also knew there was more to the story he wasn't telling me, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to hear about it. We also hardly spoke as is, usually communicating in our obnoxious remarks unless we were asking each other rare personal questions. Other than that our mouths are usually preoccupied with other activities… I looked up at him and he was trying to give a convincing sympathetic smile. After a brief silence I reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly began to lift it up, revealing his sweaty, slightly blood stained stomach and then chest. I felt a small smile creep onto my face at the slow reveal of the light chest hair that faded and trailed down his body. He welcomed my actions and helped me finish pulling it off, he took off his belt and jeans as well and moved to take off my bra. This time I didnt stop him and let out a small giggle at the feeling of his scruff against my stomach as he kissed it quickly while he removed my underwear. When he came back up I finally grabbed around his neck, ignoring the dried dark red blood that trailed across his face and down his neck as I kissed him. He smiled into my lips before grabbing my head gently as well and kissing me with just as much desire.

 We had both been waiting all day long to have one another and now that we had no interruptions we took our time and had fun. He reached down and picked me up so he could keep his lips interlocked with mine. I wrapped my legs around him and he walked to the still running shower, setting me down in front of it and taking off his boxers. I smiled at the view and he just shook his head, smacking my ass and ushering me to get in. I followed the direction and stepped into the hot stream of water, Negan following behind and shutting the glass door. When we had both finally looked at one another I smiled to ease the awkward tension that rose between us. I looked to my right and saw a washcloth and some soap, grabbing the cloth and getting it wet. Negan quickly shampooed his hair as I prepared the washcloth with the body wash and watched as the red tinted water trickled down his chest and shoulders. “Like what you see?” he teased and I rolled my eyes before reaching up to scrub the blood off of him. I gently ran the washcloth over his chest, around his neck, and then his face. 

When I got to his cheek and began gingerly wiping the blood from his forehead and temple, I tried my best to resist eye contact. I could feel his dark eyes on me and I slowed my movements as I reached the last bit on his chin and processed what I had just done. I nervously snapped my eyes up to his, the look in them only confirming my fears as he stared in silence at the moment. I hadn't realized how thick the air grew while I was lost in my foolish mezmorized trance. It was too intimate of an action for our special situation and we both realized the minute we locked eyes. I pulled my hand away and he just watched me. I cleared my throat before handing him the cloth to move and wash my own hair. We continued the shower like normal, trying to forget about the odd little interaction and get on with our night. While he was busy rinsing himself off I watched the movement of his arms and chest under the water. The growing heat in my core finally got to the point where I couldn't ignore it any longer, I ran a light hand down my stomach and to my clit, rubbing small circles. He finally opened his eyes and I smiled letting out a small moan for his benefit. He watched me for a moment before reaching towards me, I grew excited but instead he shut off the water and then ripped my hand from my center giving me a glare. I couldn't help but want him more, giving him a lust filled glance, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. 

He followed me out and did the same. I could feel the need growing in me and could see his length hardening as he looked over the curve of my behind as I dried my legs. We both poorly dried the rest of ourselves, throwing the towels on the counter and walking up to each other. I went to kiss him but he pulled back and I frowned, leaning in again but he continued teasing me. He walked around me and into the bedroom, grabbing his empty glass from the table and filling it up. While he was occupied for the moment, I brushed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. I suddenly felt self-conscious of my openly nude form despite Negan posing the same a few feet behind me. I ignored the nagging in my head and looked into the mirror. Negan was smirking as he took a sip from his glass, his dark eyes were drawn to my body but he just looked me over before walking to the couch. My mind was racing as I pulled myself together and walked over to him, I could feel the space around us shrink as I grew closer and my heart began to speed up. I didn't know why I was getting so nervous but I also couldn't find it in me to just take a breath and relax. He was sitting in the same spot he had chosen earlier, I guess that was where he usually resided, probably beckoning his wives to do the same as me. 

“Figured we would pick up where we left off.” he muttered in a syrupy-sweet voice that allowed me to feel a little more at ease. I switched the record on once again, starting it over and turning it up so a nice melody flowed through the tense air, and hopefully would block out some noises. I sat down, ignoring the strange feeling of my completely bare ass on his equally bare lap. He laughed, putting the glass to his lips to bite the rim between his teeth and quickly grab my hips, pulling my thigh over his lap, he brought me down to straddle him. I gasped at the new feeling of his hard cock between my legs and he grabbed the glass from his mouth and took a sip before setting it on the table. “You didn't pour me a drink?” I pointed out and he looked up into my eyes before scoffing, “That's because I know you have already had some little girl.” I looked away and he nodded his head and let out a small laugh. I couldn't help the small smile that grew as I just played it cool and attempted to change the subject. I had been here a week and Negan does spend a lot of time with me but it never failed to rattle me when he would just know things. Although it very well could be im just not good at hiding it, or I happened to leave something out that told him of my little cocktails.

 I slightly rolled my hips, grinding my damp core against him which rewarded me with a small grunt from the man. I loosely wrapped my arms over his shoulders and smiled down at him, slowly drifting over him back and forth, taking my time to tease the man. He let out a frustrated groan and threw his head back. “Fuck princess you gotta stop being a goddamn prude.” he complained as he forcefully grabbed my hips and held me still, pulling his hips down for a moment. “Get on your knees.” he ordered, looking me in the eyes and releasing his grip on my waist. “I am anything but a prude.” I went to kneel for him and he got ready but I stopped when I rested a shaky hand on his knee. I stood up straight again and smiled. I wanted nothing more than to have Negan destroy me right now after having waited all day, no stress release, but I also realized the slight power our deal gave me that I don't think either of us had considered. “What?” he asked, annoyed and hesitant. His smile had faded and he was now just eager to get on with the act which only made me enjoy this moment more. 

“Only if you beg for it baby.” I taunted and I saw his eyes shift from annoyed to slightly aggravated. “You’re fucking with me?” he laughed, trying to give me a chance to retreat but I just shook my head. He ran a hand over his face and I went to gently pull his shoulders up so he was sitting forward. He looked at me and then allowed his eyes to trail down my chest as I got closer. Soon I felt his large fingers brush up my ass and over my lower back, pulling me forward so he could kiss my chest but avoided my nipples. I lightly tugged at his hair and I could feel the sarcastic grin against my breasts, suddenly he pulled back and stood up all in one quick motion. I was slightly startled but he just stared at me with dark eyes and an evil grin. He reached up and gripped my jaw in his hand, pulling me to his face and kissing me. The faint taste of whiskey on his tongue was a favorite of mine and I moaned into the kiss as he slid his hand down to my neck and held it gently. “No more fucking games tonight.” was all he said, but he towered over me, ever so gently squeezing my neck, and staring into my eyes with a pathetic glare. 

His voice was serious but soft, however a chill went up my back and I felt the slight rush of fear run through my veins like shards of glass as his thumb brushed against the soft skin of my throat. “Yes Sir.” I nodded with a small grin, rubbing my thighs together to ease the ache that took over deep in my stomach. I could feel he enjoyed the look of me under his hand, squirming, and clueless of what was to come. He pressed a more gentle kiss to my lips, allowing me to enjoy the tenderness for a moment, almost as if it was the last innocent one of the night. Once satisfied he pulled away and switched our positions, grabbing my hips and spinning me to face the couch. I made a guess as to what he was expecting and placed my knees on the cushions, leaning my elbows on the back and popping out my ass to him. “Yeah you know what to do.” he scrutinized and I looked back at him with a glare. He placed a light smack to my ass and I smiled. Rough hands ran over my legs and I felt him press the tip of his large cock against my entrance and I held my breath as I waited for him to continue. “You know something darling,” he began with a scoff and I rolled my eyes, temptation was taking over and I just needed him to stop with the games, I didn't know how Negan was able to resist and keep his lust from driving his actions, instead of just taking me as soon as I got in position like id have assumed he would. “What?” I asked with an attitude I will admit, turning to look back at him with a bored expression. He went to speak and met my inattentive gaze and I noticed his stance shift in response to my tone, letting his smile fade for a moment. Before I could even attempt to give a lighthearted grin he pushed into me completely, bottoming out, I gripped the back of the couch, “Ahhh! Negan!” I screamed, looking at him in an overwhelming state of shock at the pain and growing pleasure I felt. His thick cock stretched my walls as I tried to relax and adjust around it. His cheeks dented as a large smile appeared and he watched my face shift expressions from his work. 

“I was going to say you may actually have a shot at winning our bet, but instead,” he pushed even further, if possible, “I'll say, I have been enjoying your company so much… that I may discard of our deal all together.” he let out with a heavy breath as he got used to my tight cunt around him and I also let out a grunt in response to his comment. “What do you mean?” I asked softly, still trying to get used to the tip of his cock being damn-near pressed against my cervix, it also didn't help he kept teasing with little short thrusts, barely moving and only running his thick length against the ridges of my walls in a vulgar movement that caused my jaw to drop slightly. He laughed and grabbed my waist with tight fingers, I only hoped there would be marks as usual that are always a fun reminder of our lewd interactions. “Yeah I think i'll just keep you to myself.” he said casually as he slowly began to pull in and out of me, moving his hips allowing one hand to run over my body. He grazed it over my ass and up my back, grabbing my ponytail and giving a small tug. “What do you think of that sweetheart?” he insisted, keeping my hair gripped in his fist and his hips moving in a slow comfortable pace. I didn't know how to answer because I was still in a distracted haze. I wanted to go home yes, but he didn't seem to care and I knew it wouldn't take much for him to dispose of me if needed, or even house me as a prisoner should it come to that. But if my assumptions were right, than so were his and he knew I was smart enough to find my way out of things need be. 

He hummed and placed another smack to my ass, beginning to speed up his thrusts. “Yes- fuck okay fine. I'll stay.” I deplored in a more sensual tone than I intended and he grinned. I wasn't done however, pressing my hips back into him so that he was all the way inside me again, I propped myself up from leaning on the couch, “I have a few conditions.” his hands went to grip my hips again and he nodded at me, “You can be a big girl and talk through it.” he encouraged me. I didn't argue and let out a small whine as he pulled out and pushed in again at a spiteful speed. “I wanna be able to visit home.” he continued with a bit more focus, going in speed with his slow breathing, trying his best not to just speed up and destroy me, spreading his cum inside and then going to bed without another word. But it was now an unspoken agreement to make this round a well-deserved one. He stayed silent at my request before letting out a small grunt and then shaking his head. “What? Why not?” I whined, only being able to keep my head up for a few seconds, sending him a glare and then falling forward again. I could feel him deep in my core almost as if in my stomach, but he was going so soft and steady as we bargained. “Because you wont come back.” he snapped. I could almost hear a bit of resentment and fear in his voice, like he was genuinely afraid of his assumptions coming true. I was able to snap out of my erogenous daze when I caught onto the eerie and yet slightly heart-warming tone. Call it fucked up, I almost felt bad for him, but I liked seeing, or hearing, him weak. It reminded me he does indeed have the vulnerable side we all often hold back. It just takes a lot of effort to get him to release even a single remark. 

It was now my turn to stay silent as he continued with strategic and angled thrusts. I let out a small moan but I was still hung up on my answer. It wasn't true, what he thinks I'm going to do. I would come back, foolish as anyone else may see it. And my next thought was only going to lead me to a train of others, but I followed it as it swarmed my head because I caught a glimpse of it upon the interruptions from the man behind me. I knew it was still early and I barely knew anything of the man, but I almost felt as if Negan was the only one who would understand my outlook on this life. Like he was the only person that would just say ‘fuck it’ with me and do something stupid or brave. I was at that point now, I had been surviving life even before the apocalypse. I had handled the already tainted world before it rotted down to what it is now, and so I wasn't still wasting time to achieve the dreams my old self had. 

Not that I had many, I had really only enjoyed a few things before everything happened, those being the typical drugs, parties, the occasional hookup, and well now that I think about it, that was it. Then again I was still fresh out of high school when it all started, hadn't really formed too many dreams yet besides the standard ones, a good career and maybe even a partner and family somewhere down the line. But I had also never really planned ahead, I coasted. Figured i'd happen down the normal path of life or I’d die young, never did I imagine this current reality however. But either way Negan seemed to have a similar outlook, and although I don't know the cause of his jaded personality, I got the impression in the end he just wanted to try and have a somewhat joyful life for the rest of his days-- even if he wasn't really going about it the right way at the moment. That was the other thing, could I get him to change? Or would he be the same and i'll end up bitter for not choosing differently. He had potential I could see, but were we both just too far fucked to even make it work at this point? I let out a small sigh as I struggled to think as well as focus on the pleasure Negan was inflicting. I had almost forgotten about what we were currently doing, getting lost in my head and blanking out completely.

I shook my head, “No,” finally responding to him after however many minutes crept by while I was out of it. “-no I wouldn't do that.” I reassured him. I tried to sound as genuine as possible considering I indeed meant it. He furrowed his brows, the grip he had on my hips lightening up as he processed my soft and sweet words, a rare occasion on my end. I looked back over my shoulder and he was staring at me, he stopped slowly in me when we locked eyes. He was observing my expression and I knew he was trying to figure out if I was being honest with him. I looked down and then forward again with a sigh, “I want to go home, but I also..” I let out shaky breath before I continued, not sure how he would react, “But I also like being here with you.” After a brief silence I felt the need to justify my response some more, “I would come back-- because I would want to, and that's how it should be Negan.” We both went silent and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was too afraid he would be furious at my statement. And I was now on the opposite side of my plan, almost afraid he would see i'm not what he wants, and now that it's gone this far he would kill me. I felt him pull out of me and I felt my breath hitch. I still didnt turn around yet but began to lean up slowly. I was now assuming I had killed the mood completely and he was just going to kick me out or something of the sorts. 

However, I let my breathing continue, shaky and hoarse, as I felt the familiar scratch of his warm and rough hands slide up my waist and pull me back off the couch. He turned me to face him and I looked into his eyes with fearful ones. My soft gaze flicked around his face and began searching for so much as a smirk or raise of his brow to allow myself to breathe. For a moment I thought I caught a glimpse of hope in his own eyes as he met mine. We stood sharing the air between us and tainting it with paranoia and remnants of lust. “Is that really how you feel?” he finally asked, his dimples threatening to appear with a smirk as he waited for my answer. “Yes.” I answered with confidence, but still as endearing as possible. He looked between my eyes that reflected the soft light of the fire and he had a small smile lift the corners of his lips. He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek, “Okay.” He agreed with little hesitation and my eyes lit up like stars at the revelation, my cheeks also flushed a light pink as well and I gave a small grin. “Really?” I clarified, just in case he tried to change his mind again. Although I think we both knew we were too smart to ever truly escape each other. He nodded and I finally felt the weight leave my chest and waves of relief ran through me. “Then what are you waiting for?” I teased and he scoffed, pulling me in for a haste kiss. 

It was even more passionate and sensual now that we had the agreement settled and we could focus on pleasing one another. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he quickly took advantage and reached for my thighs to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around him out of habit and he began kissing down my neck as we walked to the bed. I let out a little laugh when the scruff of his beard tickled and scratched my neck. He continued sucking marks on my neck, taking time to leave several dark ones as he laid me down and then pulled away. He smiled at the slowly developing red bruises and he brushed back the messy hairs that escaped my pony tail, I propped myself up so I was sitting and smiled, “You want to fuck my face again, Sir?” I teased with a bit of sarcasm in the inquiry but with fluttering lashes for the flirty affect. He laughed and reached up to brush and tug my bottom lip with his thumb, “No not tonight sweetie, lay back down and open your legs.” He ordered, the laugh disappearing and his expression shifting with his patience that was draining by the second. 

I obviously did as I was told, practically giving myself whiplash from the speed I draped my back on the soft mattress and looked him dead in the eyes as I slowly spread my legs apart. His eyes darkened and he kneeled on the bed, propping himself up between my legs and gently tracing along my thighs with his fingers. I felt goosebumps follow his trail and he admired the glistening of my damp cunt, all a response to his behavior of course. This was his favorite kind of power to have and he almost always stopped to admire the effect his pride-driven actions had. I sighed as he rubbed down my thighs and up my waist. “Ugh- Negan please! I've been waiting all day.” I whined looking at the clock as it approached three in the morning. He seemed to get a kick out of my misery-- the sadistic bastard, but of course deep down I trusted it would always be worth it. “Put a sock in it baby.” he mocked, smacking the side of my ass and I let out a pleased hum while he leaned down and approached my center. I tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling, too nervous to watch him as he kissed around my core. And suddenly I was being reminded of who exactly was between my legs at the moment and my heart began to thump in my ears. I finally felt him flick his tongue through my folds and brush over my clit. I held back a reaction and he continued taking his time with his craft. I had no doubt Negan was a pro at this, he had shown his level of skill in other ways as well, so I wasn't surprised. 

The bold man wrapped his hands around my thighs and gripped them, his large fingers indenting the skin beneath them and surely leaving bruises overlapping the currently fading ones. I sucked in a breath as he suddenly sped up his actions and ran his tongue around my clit. I finally looked down at him as my hand traveled to his hair and he pulled back to flash a smirk before returning to my eager heat. I arched my back as he sucked on my clit and slid a hand down to tease my entrance with a finger. He took his time in warming me up with slow and thoughtful movements of his tongue, eventually easing two fingers followed by a lewd moan leaving my lips. He curled his fingers up and brushed against my walls, just barely poking at my g-spot as he teased and smirked between my legs. I moaned again, pulling his hair for encouragement and biting my tongue to keep from barrating him with pathetic pleas to finally be fucked. It was my way of learning to enjoy the little things, is what I said to convince myself to hold on a little longer. 

I felt his tongue press harder onto my clit, he used the very tip to perfectly torment my nerve. I squirmed harder than I had been at the new feeling, it was more stimulating and almost felt hot. His saliva mixed with my own lubricant was shining alongside my inner thighs, and I could see the faint warm glow of the fireplace being cast across the room and highlighting the wet spot along my legs and his arms. I also looked at him, and caught the light hitting the faint glisten of sweat on his forehead as well as his almost luminescent skin from the initial wave of lust that summoned our bodies natural coolant. I jerked beneath him when he didn't take a break and instead pulled his fingers back and then pushed them farther in. I gasped and my thighs instinctively closed around him. My hand laced through his dark, faintly-graying hair and tugged harshly. He stopped his tongue and I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized squeezed shut and I quickly, but reluctantly moved my legs apart again before he could remove his fingers and do it himself. “Thank you babydoll, you’re doing so good, I can feel you wanting more.” he praised with a smile and leaned forward, using his other hand to pull me up gently by my throat, catching me halfway in a kiss. He sucked in a breath as I tried to catch mine. The praise allowed a peachy blush to grace my cheeks and I was thanking heavens he was able to read me in this moment, hoping it meant he wouldnt continue this insanely pleasurable agony. 

After a few minutes of him allowing my orgasm to build up, and then denying me I let out a rather pathetic moan. “Negan please will you fuck me now?” I asked and he pulled his fingers out and leaned up. I propped myself up on my elbows and waited for his response as he just smiled and caught his breath. He gestured with his fingers to flip and I caught on before he spoke, moving to my hands and knees. “You know how I want it baby.” he quipped and I felt heat as well as some butterflies spiral in my chest at the comment and I smiled. He really was the whole package if you took away his tyrannous streak-- but like I said we will probably both be dead in five, or ten years… twenty if we’re lucky. He must have noticed my distraction cause he tugged on my hair and grabbed my hips with force, a moan escaping before I could apologize for my boring behavior. I laughed and just leaned back to kiss him before pushing his hand down between us. He gave into the kiss for a moment more and then traced his other hand gingerly up my spine and lightly pushed me away and back down on my hands. His other guided himself into me once again, and as soon as he pushed in fully he began rough thrusts, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of me around him again first before he couldn't convince himself to hold back a second longer. 

I let out a moan as my back arched into him and his rough hands gripped into my hips and ran up to squeeze my breasts. He picked up the speed of his thrusts when he began to play with my nipples. I let out another more lustful moan in hopes he would continue his hard thrusts. “Fuck- Negan you feel so good.” I finally spat out, not being able to hold back the compliment that would surely stroke the man's ego or inspire more sarcastic remarks. He instead grunted, “Im gonna have a hard time lasting much longer, you feel fucking fantastic princess.” I felt my orgasm begin to approach at his comment and he quickly caught on, a hand quickly took place to rub circles around my clit and I let out a cry as I arched my back and he thrusted faster, “Go ahead and cum, it won't be the last sweetheart.” I didn't hesitate to allow the myself to collapse into an orgasm, cumming around Negan's cock and threatening to fall into the bed if not for his arm around my stomach. 

I allowed myself to be lost in the haze, but Negan continued on, slowing down slightly but only pushing in deeper. “Ugh! Fuck!” I yelled as he hit deep in my gut and my eyes rolled back. I pushed my hips back onto him, bouncing myself back slightly desperate for a second releases I could feel building again. He hissed and held me still letting out a curse and mumbling to wait. I moaned impatiently and he gave a smack to my ass to tie me over while he slowly began to thrust again. I felt my orgasm approach faster and I moved my hips again, this time he didn't stop me and I threw my head back, “Im gonna cum again Negan.” He went to slow down again but I couldn't hold back and rode out the second wave, smirking as I looked back at him and he shook his head. “Give me one more.” was all he said and I felt his hand continue to rub harsher circles around my sensitive bud and I whined. “I'm gonna need a sec” I breathed out heavily and he continued with slow, soft thrusts. “I think you can do it now baby.” he grunted as he sped up again, his hand on my clit rubbing at the same pace and his other hand creeping up to wrap in my hair and tug. “I-mm Negan! I can't-” I complained more but he continued and I moaned louder. I could feel another slow orgasm approaching. It would be good but I knew I would probably be practically knocked out after due to rate it took to get here. 

He went deeper again and found my weak spot, shoving into it without resistance and then allowing me to fall forward on my elbows. The new angle caused us both to moan and he sped up again. I could feel him twitch as I squeezed around him and rutted my hips back to chase the third wave. “Come on Y/n I know you can do it.” Negan encouraged with slight sarcasm. I let out a moan into the sheets and gripped them tight as I felt the intense wave rush over me but almost barely satisfy me. I moaned loud, turning away from the mattress so he could hear it more. “Fuck Im gonna cum soon.” he grunted and I took in a few breaths before offering to swallow his seed but he insisted on playing this out and finishing deep in me. I wasn't opposed of course and moaned as he continued to thrust into me with tantalizing force. I couldn't feel my legs and could see bruises forming on my hips. I smiled and he gripped my breast and fucked me harder as he came. “Mgh- Fuck!” his back leaned over me as thrusted in deep and rode out his own orgasm. 

I frowned when he pulled out but could feel him drip out of me, he used two fingers to swipe up his cum and held it to my lips. I obedeiently sucked it off his fingers and he smiled. His eyes sparkled in the firelight and we both leaned in for a kiss. I layed back and he went to lay beside me, our lips meeting again as I leaned on his chest and he took over the kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips and then his teeth biting my bottom lip. It surprised me but I smiled and deepened the kiss. After a few minutes I pulled back with a red face and laid my head to his chest as I yawned. “Its fucking late.” was all I mumbled out and he nodded not even bothering to look at the clock. “Are you sure you wanna stay with me?” he asked, pulling me out of my sleepy haze and I opened my eyes to look at him, I nodded with a small smile, “Of course. I think we both know you cant get me to do anything I don't wanna.” he nodded in agreement and gripped my jaw to kiss me, “That's true. I just wanted to make sure th-” I stopped him by shoving my fingers over his lips, I shushed him and smiled. “Please, can we just go to bed?” my eyes could barely stay open and he smiled under my hand before nodding. “Fine. You really are something else y’know that doll?” I mumbled an agreement before drifting off into sleep, Negan following close behind. I didn't know if we were actually going to last as long as I hoped, but I knew it would at least be a damn good time. 

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The Prince of Thieves: My Heart Breaks For You

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Warnings: Fantasy-esque prison, mention of death, mention of flogging/whipping/public humiliation, grief, angst, deceiving a loved one

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Word count: 2139 || Approx reading time: 9 mins

My Heart Breaks For You

Teaser: He must be alarmed, panicking even, as I stand trembling before him, wondering if I can keep my composure enough to tell him what I witnessed at the prison with even a mite of dignity. Breathe. I need to breathe. My shuddering breath, it seems, is the only thing over which I have control right now. Everything else is slipping out of my grasp. Will: gone, and now hurt. Runners: arrested and even dying. Jamie: cracking apart day by day.

Colette

I stumble away from the prison walls. Numbness engulfs my entire body, and not just because of the wind that blows brittle, rust-coloured leaves from the trees and bites into my skin with sharp, icy teeth.

I should have known coming here was a bad idea. A foolhardy idea, and dangerous to boot. But what choice did I have? By this morning, the marketplace was already buzzing with the news: yet again, a wicked thief had targeted one of the finest families in town, and the constables had carted away yet another burglar in chains under the cloak of midnight. It didn’t take me long to learn that it was the Smiths who summoned the constabulary in the night, or to surmise that it was yet another of our runners who’d been arrested—this time, a girl I’d hand-picked for the job.

That girl, that runner—what name did I give her? Robin?—now facing conviction or, if recent events are a portent of what’s coming, execution.

Frustration fueled each wary step as I cut through the crowd toward the jailhouse, leaving Geoff to his own information-gathering under the guise of shopping. I only went snooping near the prison to look for new signage, to see if the constables planned to hang the girl, too. I didn’t expect to see anything happening within the prison-yard’s walls.

A restless crowd—babbling excitedly and gathering near the gates—drew me closer despite my apprehension, more than just macabre curiosity pulling me into the throng.

Not daring to ask anyone what was going on, I snaked through the crowd to get as close to the wrought-iron fence as my courage—and good sense—permitted. Titters, mocking laughter, and jeering calls swelled around me at the grim scene being performed at the jail yard’s whipping post.

“See what happens when you think you’re too good to follow the law?”

“Make sure it hurts!”

“Make ’im bleed!”

Now, I close my eyes against the memory, wishing I could forget every moment of the sick pantomime that played out there.

Exactly what prompted the second act of the constables’ horrid performance, I’m still unsure of—something involving Will’s temper and caustic tongue, I’m sure of it—but I’ll never be able to unsee the stripes that awful man painted across his back. Or the way his limp body hit the ground when they were done with him.

“Spider?”

I don’t know where Geoff came from, or how I’ve made it back to the marketplace, or how many times he had to say my name before I heard it.

“What is it?”

He must be alarmed, panicking even, as I stand trembling before him, wondering if I can keep my composure enough to tell him what I witnessed at the prison with even a mite of dignity. Breathe. I need to breathe. My shuddering breath, it seems, is the only thing over which I have control right now. Everything else is slipping out of my grasp. Will: gone, and now hurt. Runners: arrested and even dying. Jamie: cracking apart day by day.

“Spider? You sick?”

“No. Yes. No.” I force back the tears that are battling viciously to escape, determined to be the victor. “How am I going to tell him?”

Geoff stiffens. “Who? What?”

Although I want nothing more than to spill the whole wretched story, I wait. “We should keep moving.” Standing still offers too many opportunities for nosy people to overhear…the last thing we need right now.

He walks stiffly with his hands at his sides, a crude mockery of the soldiers and constables who hunt us every day. His face is unreadable to anyone else who might try to discern any emotion in his gaze, but I know him well enough to see the tension lurking there. Swallowing a fresh batch of tears—get back, you fuckers—I suck in a deep breath. Geoff is a good listener, and except for perhaps Will, he knows Jamie better than anyone. He’ll have some idea of what to do.

I launch into the story—how I snuck into the crowd just in time to see Will being disciplined in front of everyone, how that evil constable picked some girl and made her count each strike, how Will fucked himself over even more by mouthing off—even though I couldn’t fully hear what he said, it was quite clear what was happening—and subsequently getting flogged with the cat-o’-nine-tails.

Geoff is silent as he listens, his eyes fixed upon the road in front of us. As my words die out, I watch his hands curl into fists, the only hint he’s heard a single thing I’ve said. And that he’s fucking pissed about it.

“Bastards,” he growls. “Every single one of them.”

Icy rain is falling now, sharp jabs of freezing fucking water pricking into my face and hands. I adjust the hood of my cloak, pulling it farther over my face as I watch the drops splatter against the ground. The smell of rain is usually so comforting, but here in the thick of the city, all I can smell is wet wool and misery. “I have to tell him, right?”

Only the raindrops answer at first as Geoff considers. “He’ll…want to know Fox is still alive.”

Turning my face away, I wipe my eyes. “It might kill him.”

“It won’t.”

“But it might.”

“But it won’t.” Geoff tilts his head toward the sky, apparently unbothered by the frigid water pelting him in the face. “Don’t go into detail.”

“I can’t lie,” I whisper. “Not to him.” Another thought strikes me. “And…that crowd… So many were there, watching. Enjoying it. People—they’ll talk. He might hear about it anyway.”

With a shake of his head, he says, “You don’t have to lie. Tell him you saw Fox, and if he asks for more, tell him he was shooting off his mouth and he got whipped and leave it at that.” Geoff forces out each word through gritted teeth, and even though I know he isn’t directing his anger at me, I flinch anyway.

Perhaps he notices, for when he speaks again, his voice holds a touch more gentleness, his ire reined in. “It’ll fuck with him no matter what you say, Spider. Don’t put those pictures in his head, too.”

Perhaps he’s right.

Thankfully, thankfully, Jamie is where we left him—at the table, now littered with coins he’s organized into neat stacks. He sits dividing those meagre funds, all we have left, into care packages. The clink of coins mingles with the patter of rain against the roof and window, another sound that typically brings me solace but today makes me want to cover my ears and scream. When he speaks, he doesn’t look up from his counting. “What news?”

The question, which should be so very simple, pierces me like a blade. “Well, hello to you, too, Alpha.” Desperate. Forced. That’s how I sound. Can he tell I’m trying too hard to seem normal? Jamie glances at me for a moment, his suspicion piqued, but he continues his task.

“Constabulary caught another runner,” I say. Already, my heart is trembling. I fear that if I speak too carelessly and say the wrong thing, I may fall into a chasm whose bottom I cannot see—and that Jamie will tumble down with me. “The girl at the Smith house.”

That freezes him mid-count. “Another one.” It isn’t a question; rather, it is a dull repetition. Flat and emotionless.

In response, I nod, though he isn’t really looking at me. Shadows, born fluid and slippery from the guttering fire, dance on the walls and across his face. “I… I told her. To get out. The day of the execution, I passed a message and told her to scarper.” When I look down, I see the dirt caught beneath my fingernails, the stains on my skin from gripping a rusty wrought-iron bar too tightly. “I told her to be careful. I guess it wasn’t enough.”

Geoff murmurs a response from where he’s grinding tea leaves with the mortar and pestle, and I remember only then that I didn’t tell either of them I slipped a note to the runner that day. “That was stupid, Spider. And reckless.”

“I know.” At the time, I thought it was the right thing to do. Now, I’m not so sure. What if she rushed because I frightened her into running off too hastily? If the constables hang her too, will her death weigh on my conscience?

Jamie swallows. Thinks. Stares. What he says, when he opens his mouth, meeting my gaze at long last, makes my eyes burn. “We should go, shouldn’t we? It’s time. Really time.”

We’ve discussed it before: Leaving our little home here in the city, the place we scraped up funds for and have worked so goddamn hard to keep. We all knew, from the moment we learned that man was to be hanged, that this day would come, yet none of us could bear to take the leap.

Jamie’s declaration stings. But he’s looking at me like he needs me to answer, needs to know he’s making the right call. “Yes. It is.” I train my gaze on the bookshelf. Most of those volumes are stolen, and most of them by me, but they are treasured nonetheless. Deserting them is going to hurt as much as leaving behind the memories we made here.

“Call off every job,” Jamie says. “Break communication with every runner. No more drops. Every runner for themselves.” One look at our limited stack of care packages has him squeezing his eyes shut, as if he can hide that his eyes are filling with tears. “It’s too dangerous now. For us. For all of them.”

Geoff abandons his tea-making and stands behind Jamie, laying his hands on his shoulders. Our gentle giant, always there when the alpha wolf needs him.

“We’ll deliver what’s left,” he says gently. “We’ll get them out tomorrow. Then we’ll go.”

Jamie can’t see it, but I can, when Geoff meets my eyes and ever so slightly shakes his head. No, he is saying. I was wrong. His gaze is wide, almost frightened. It is not a look I have seen him wear often. Not now. Not tonight.

Perhaps Jamie can sense something, though, because he looks up at me. His hazel eyes, darker than Will’s but similar enough to identify them as brothers if you know what to look for, are grieving—but still suspicious. “Any other news?”

Again, Geoff shakes his head.

I can’t lie. Not to him, I said earlier. In my mind, the conversation I know I must have with Jamie flows easily; my voice is calm and collected, soothing and comforting. I went… I went by the prison. To look for signs, to see if they’ll hang her too. That’s how I would start. Jamie would nod, patiently waiting, and I would go on, I didn’t see any signs, so…not yet, anyway.

No hanging? he would ask, and I’d shake my head. Relief would burst across his features for the briefest moment, and then he’d bring his mask of emotionlessness right back. He would look into my face, though, deep and thoughtful as ever, and he would see the truth seeping through. He would sense it enough to ask the right question. You didn’t see any signs. What did you see there, Spider?

Perhaps Geoff and I are cowards.

“I didn’t see any signs for a hanging.” This is the test, then—if Jamie Wardrew can really read my face the way I’m terrified he can. “Guess she’s not up for execution.” Yet.

Jamie waits.

“That’s all,” I say, heading for the mortar and pestle. “Hare, if you’re going to make tea, at least finish the job.” The scrape of cast-iron rustles the air as I hang the kettle over the fire.

“Sorry, Spider.”

The lie festers under my skin. How could we—How could I do this to him?

Forgive me, Jamie. It is ludicrous that Geoff is apologizing to me over a contrived conflict over tea leaves, when the person who deserves the apology is sitting at our table with his world falling apart more than he even realizes. Forgive me, Will. He wouldn’t like us to deceive his brother. But he wouldn’t want to see Jamie heartbroken, either.

Forgive me, both of you. I glance over at Geoff, but he’s not looking at me anymore—too tangled up in embracing Jamie, leaving me to stand alone by the rain-splattered window, mired in guilt. To gasp for breath and scrabble for freedom, because the threads of our merciful lie are coiled around my neck like strangling vines.

No, not like vines.

Like a noose.

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Untitled, 2022 (unfinished)

1599 words, written by me lol metal.bubble

PG rated: cursing only, non romantic, astro canon compliant..

Jinjin POV - about MyungBin

Set as they prepared for/filmed for AstroScope concert/movie

Wanted to share bc these feeling were eating me alive. Hope other arohas may understand...

SUMMARY: Jinjin has to find and diffuse an irrationally angry moonbin just days before they're set to do their stargazer: AstroScope concert. why does he feel like this wouldn't br happening if MJ was still here..?

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"Fuck this.."

Jinwoo sighed as he shoved a forgotten stage prop back into its place.

Exasperated, he pushed his long fringe out of his eyes and off his forehead. Where the fuck was Bin...

Jinwoo power walked through one dark backstage hallway after another, opening doors, and snooping in dark corners. Where the fuck did that lunatic sneak away to? This venue was only so big, but the leader wasn't picking up any sort of trail.

Moments ago, Jinwoo was rehearsing his solo stage for their first concert without Myungjun. Things were going great. They were practically running ahead of schedule. Jinwoo was so confident in his solo stage rehearsals too. He was riding cloud 9, and didnt have time for Bin to be a fucking buzzkill like this.

Jinwoo hadnt been off the mainstage for 20 seconds before he got a text from one of the stage managers that read:

"Binsan emergency, assistant required in the practice room :("

Shit.. that could mean only one thing: Bin had pushed Sanha too hard. Again... Why the fuck couldnt Bin control his whack-ass behavior? Was it really too much to ask??

Yes. Yes it definitely was. And Jinwoo knew it too. Bin had never had to go this long without his emotional support blanket of their oldest member: Myungjun.

Their eldest member served as a magnet that pulled Bin out of his natural path of introvertedness. Its like Myungjun had some sort of legit spell over the kid. If Myungjun laughed, Bin would laugh. If Myungjun saw Bin starting to clam up or get angry, he somehow always knew exactly how to pull Bin out of it. Jinwoo felt guilty now for relying on the older boy so much when it came to Bin and Bin's emotions.

Myungjun had only been gone a few days before Jinwoo began to notice Bin changing. It started with some mild self isolation. Bin would stay way past the time they were scheduled to leave practice sessions. Saying he just wanted to keep his mind busy. Myungjun was usually the one who forces Bin to come back with them to the dorm. Myungjun just seemed to cast a spell on Bin, and Bin would listen.

The recent sleepless nights had turned into Bin developing an anxiety-driven aggression towards the other members. Practices had started to regularly derail as Bin kept stopping to harass Sanha and Dongmin over every single misstep they made.

Dongmin had been handling it the best. It took an army to actually set off the prince of tranquility's anger. And Dongmin could clearly see that Bins behavior wasnt normal, so he managed to put up with it. But Sanha.. Sanha on the other hand had begun to crack.

At first the maknae had been willing to fix anything Bin pointed out, as he usually respected and trusted anything Bin said to him regarding performances. But Jinwoo watched as confusion and anger began to build in Sanha's eyes with every angry/anoxioustghtdhhth in we vbe hg insult Bin threw at him. Bin had never critiqued Sanha to the point of belittling him so harshly. Jinwoo had deescalated many tense moments as Sanha began to push back at Bin's needless over critiquing and micromanaging.

Unfourtunalty, just a week prior, the two had gotten inches away from an all out fist fight.

Jinwoo had tried talking to Bin. But Bin's anxiety got the best of him.

**Bout a week ago**

"Why did you bring ME out here hyung?? That SHITHEAD is the reason im so angry! We ALL see him fucking up nearly every choreo!! I know im not crazy.. im not just seeing things!! Right?? Tell me you see it too?

"No one said you are crazy. But Bin, you gott-.."

"NO! If i dont FIX all these FUCKUPS before the filming day, we're ALL gonna look like SHIT. You guys are NOT TRYING HARD ENOUGH! Especially fucking Sanha. That.. that fucking talentless... Godddd"

Bin punched the hallway wall closest to him and kicked an unlucky, stray chair that happened to be in the hallway at the wrong time. It loudly flew half way down the hall. Bin looked like he was about to hyperventilate.

"Bin.. Bin... Bin look at me! Fuck, please breath and stop insulting Sanha. You are NOT helping anything by bitching like this and getting so angry. Do you understand me??"

"Why are YOU not as angry as i am?

Bin voice started to shake.

Your the LEADER GODDAMMIT.. i.. i-"

Jinwoo could see the breaking point closing in. He had to calm this mother fucker down.. and he hadda do it now.

"Bin.. please. Lets do those breathing practices we used to do, remember? The slow ones?"

Jinwoo grabbed Bins hands in his and held as tightly as he could. Bins hands were shaking too. His emotions were completely out of control.

Bin started to take a massively slow and unstable deep breath.

"Yes Bin, thats right. Push all the air out before breathing in. Come on, get it all out. Close your eyes"

Bin submitted and forced his eyes shut, as tears began to leak from the corners.

"Ok, now lets slowly start to let that air back in. Dont rush it, its not going anywhere. Slowly.. thats good. Ok now keep going till you fill those lungs entirely."

Jinwoo watched Bins chest slowly inflate with mild hitching and shaking.

"Thank you Bin. You're doing so well. Do you wanna keep going?"

Bin took two more shaky deep breaths.

"No. I think im fine now. But..."

Bin opened his eyes and looked down the hall at the chair.

"I think i need to go home for today. I cant go back in there. It'll happen again. I dont know why i cant turn off how horrible i feel and how nervous i am. And... I hate that im doing this. But when the anger comes, its impossible to stop."

Jinwoo pulled Bin into a hug. Bin let out a small sob as he leaned down to bury his face into the leaders shoulder.

"Its ok Bin, you can go home and try to relax. We have many more days to practice."

"Im sorry hyung. Im so sorry."

"Thank you for calming down Bin. I wish i was as good as Myungjun at cheering you up, but im trying my best"

Jinwoo let out a small chuckle.

Bin released their hug and faced the older boy

"What?"

Jinwoo then realized he said that out loud. Fuck... He definitely had never actually said anything about that theory to Bin before this moment. Mega foot in ass move there.

"Oh... Sorry. I just.. have noticed over the years that Myungjun seems to be able to.. idk, um.. he's just better at.. like..."

Bin looked so legitimately confused.

"Better at what hyung?"

Jinwoo rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Goddamn, you know! He just tells you to do something and you do it, but its all good things that make you seem happier. Like i never noticed how much he keeps you from isolating urself untill he wasnt here. Or how he seems to be able to instantly reverse you when you get mad or sad. And i feel stupid for never seeing it before. But i mean.. think about it. When did you start to feel so anxious and angry all the time? Cuz it seems like it started after Myungjun left."

"The fuck..?"

Bin paused and looked deep in thought for a moment. Jinwoo saw the lights going on in Bins head. Bins cheeks even began to flush a bit.

"Damn hyung.. ur right! I started to feel really shitty after he left. Goddammit.."

"I mean.. hey - don't get embarrassed, its only something I've thought recently."

"Do you think... Does everyone know??"

"Bin.. no, literally i just thought this and haven't even said it out loud till right now. So no, i dont think everyone thinks that. And besides.. its not like it's a bad thing."

"But hyung.. like.. why? Why am i doing this? Why cant i get it.. why cant i fucking NOT get angry without HIM??"

Jinwoo could sense Bin working himself up again.

"Bin. Its normal to have new and different feelings when someones routine is drastically changed. Not having Myungjun is a big change. We all are having to adjust to him not being here. He is a huge presence."

Jinwoo put his hand on Bin's shoulder.

"Why don't you head home and.. idk.. text him? I think it might make you feel a little better, right?"

Bin flushed harder and looked down.

"Ok hyung... Ur right. I'll.."

Bin let out a heavy sigh.

"... I'll try to text him"

**Back to present**

Jinwoo wondered if Bin followed thru with that now. He'd have to ask whenever he found him.

He continued to run through the venue hallways, looking for Bin.

He had arrived too late to the practice room braul to stop the fight Bin and Sanha had moments ago. Only the stage mamager and backup dancers were left when he slid in. Sanha was taken care of nearby with Minhyuk, but Bin had fled the scene entirely. And now Jinwoo was tasked with finding him.

Aparently, it was the same old same old. Bin flipping out on the younger for not living up to some irrational standard set by Bin's anxiety. And it had escalated to the two throwing water bottles and other objects at each other and any poor soul around them.

He felt sweat on his forehead... Damn. This was entirely too much

#astro #moonbin #Myungjun #myungbin #astro fanfic

[poppy-metal]

"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex. 

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me. 

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is. 

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much. 

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?” 

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move” 

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No” 

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway” 

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class” 

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’ 

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all. 

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you. 

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option. 

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you. 

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours. 

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again. 

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was. 

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there. 

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn. 

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green. 

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves- 

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes. 

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for. 

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you. 

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in. 

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it. 

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen. 

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.  

Oh god. Oh no. 

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief. 

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one. 

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now. 

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when- 

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it. 

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell. 

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat” 

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today. 

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..” 

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too. 

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed. 

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at. 

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet. 

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?” 

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them. 

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed. 

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!” 

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling. 

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving. 

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level. 

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you���re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps. 

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if. 

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so. 

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#poppy speaks #my writing #deku smut #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya smut #bully!reader #izuku smut #midoriya izuku smut

[idy-ll-ique]

a manny and a pedi

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader

genre: fluff, mild angst

warnings: lil bit of violence

requested: by @maximeevansblog

Its almost mine birthday so, a one with Steve, it is the readers birtday and steve is taking the reader to the hair and nail salon, and that night he has a suprise party for the reader and he is nervous that she wont like his gift but she loves his gift

word count: ~1.3k

summary: it was supposed to be "y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?" it was supposed to be romantic. why, then, did it become "that's my fiancée, you fucking asshole!" "your... your what?"

author's note: hiya peeps! okay firstly, happy birthday @maximeevansblog ! hope you have a wonderful birthday! also, im sorry if i changed your prompt a tiny bit, i hope you still like it. enjoy!

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"Hey lover boy, what—"

"Oh Jesus Christ, Barnes!" Steve exclaimed, startled. Bucky laughed and clapped him on the back once. "What are you doing here, are you spying?" he teased his best friend, peeking past him to look into the room outside which he found Steve standing. Y/N was inside the room, talking to a guy while holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

"Y/N?! Your own girlfriend, Rogers?" Bucky admonished harshly in a whisper, pulling Steve away from the door. "It's not— I trust her completely, honest! It's the guy she's talking to, Manny. I swear to God he's trying to steal her from me—"

"Nobody is stealing me, Rogers, Manny's just a friend! No ulterior motives, he has already promised like a thousand times," Steve heard behind him and whirled around to see Y/N standing there with a smirk, an eyebrow raised. "You taking snooping lessons from Barnes now?" he muttered, "I know babe, I just—"

"Just nothing, Stevie, be happy! It's my birthday!" she laughed and gave him a tight hug, burrowing into his arms. To be honest, Y/N knew about Manny's intentions and Steve was right to worry; he flirted with her all the time, even when she insisted she was dating the ex-Captain America. But she knew better than to worry Steve.

He soothingly rubbed her back, swatting Bucky's hand away when he tried to run his fingers through her hair. "Stop it, that's my girlfriend," he pouted and both Bucky and Y/N burst out laughing. "She's like a sister; jeez, Rogers, tone it down a little bit," Bucky sighed and waved at the couple, walking away.

Steve and Y/N decided to go back to their room. They had been in a relationship for around 4 years now, and they weren't planning on stopping, ever. The only time Y/N would become Steve's ex-girlfriend was when she became his wife. Which he hoped she'd become soon, since he had a special birthday planned for her.

First, he was going to take her to a hair salon, then a manicure and pedicure, and finally, a picnic under the stars. There, he was finally going to pop the question: Y/N, will you marry me? After his retirement, that was all he wanted. A stable life; a wife, kids, maybe some pets. He was even ready to be a trophy husband, as Y/N was still in the Avengers Initiative.

"Steve? Steve!" He snapped out of his thoughts and gave Y/N a sheepish smile. "Sorry, pumpkin, lost in thoughts. So, uh, the flowers look nice," he stammered, looking everywhere but at the flowers which Y/N was putting in a vase. "Oh hush Rogers, you don't have to pretend to like them for me, I get it. I was just like that with you, you know?"

It was true, in the beginning of their relationship Y/N was what Steve was now. Jealous, overprotective, obsessed… somewhere along the line the roles were reversed. "I know, honey, I'm sorry… they're a birthday gift, I should be happy for you." He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"It's fine. So, I've received everyone's gift but yours, where is it?" she grinned coyly, reaching up to cup his cheek. Steve smirked against her skin and spun her around, bringing them back chest to chest. "In my pants," he whispered seductively. A few seconds passed and both of them burst out laughing.

"I swear to God, Stevie, if that's your only gift I'm gonna be really disappointed." Steve pouted and leaned forward to give her a sweet kiss. "First of all, ouch," he began, "And second, no that's not the only gift. I have a really fun day planned for us, you up for it?" Y/N's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly, jumping into his arms. "Aw, Steve, I love you so much!"

"I love you too, princess. Now for the first gift—"

"Ste— oh…"

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"I. Look. Freaking. Amazing!"

Steve smiled softly as Y/N admired herself in the mirror. They had just returned from the mani-pedi session, and Y/N was feeling the most refreshed she had in years. She had also gotten a fantastic new hairstyle, complete with a different hair colour. Y/N was feeling like a new person, all thanks to Steve. She turned to him with a huge smile.

"Words cannot express how much I love you," she began, giving him a tight hug, "But numbers can. 1 million out of 10!" Steve laughed at her excitement, gently playing with her hair as he held her close. "But the best part awaits: the picnic! We still have a few hours to go, maybe I can go some for training?"

"Sure, and I'm going to take some pictures and post them to all my social media sites! Oh my God, this is fantastic—" Steve laughed at Y/N's squeals and left the room, feeling giddier and happier than he was in the morning. You see, Steve was kind of nervous the whole day. First, it was because of Manny, second, he was worried she wouldn't like his gifts and third, will she say yes?

Two out of the three concerns were gone. It was the pesky last one that ran through his mind the whole time he was in the gym. After an hour, Steve decided to go back to their room to relax for a while under the Air Conditioner; he didn't want to be a smelly, sweaty mess on the most important night of his life.

As he was walking towards their room, though, Steve happened to bump into Y/N. And… Manny. Manny took one step forward, Y/N took a step back. One step forward, one step back as Y/N held her hands out in front of her, protecting herself. Without even bothering to know the full story, Steve rushed over and punched Manny straight on the nose.

He fell back with a groan as Y/N gasped, covering her mouth. "That's my fiancée, you fucking asshole! Have some respect for other people's relationships, she said no, no means no!" he yelled, so loud that a few others came over to check on them. Bucky, Sam, Peter, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Bruce and Natasha, all stood a few feet away, watching with wide eyes.

Y/N's head snapped towards Steve when he called her his fiancée. "Your… your what?" she whispered, and Steve finally realized what he had blurted out. Shit. "I… I was going to ask you tonight at the picnic— it was supposed to be romantic, damn it Manny, you ruined—" His speech was cut short as Y/N immediately took him in her arms, kissing him deeply.

"Yes, Steve, I will marry you," she mumbled with a small, teary smile that Steve mimicked as he brought her in for another kiss. They only stopped when they heard the massive applause coming from the others. "Congratulations, you guys, this is brilliant news! Who's the best man?" Sam hollered.

Steve hugged Y/N closer, wiping his tears off with a chuckle. "Well, I was thinking—"

"I'll be honored," Sam grinned, scowling when Bucky smacked him across the head. "He was going to ask me," Bucky sneered and Steve rolled his eyes. "If you keep bickering like that, I'll ask Bruce," he snarked and Bruce laughed as both Bucky and Sam quieted instantly. "Where's the fucking ring, Rogers, there's no proposal without a ring!"

"The ring is in the bedroom, I was training and that's no place for a precious jewel," Steve answered and Y/N smiled into his arms, burrowing her face further into his chest.

"Yes, the hair salon was great. The mani and pedi— not that Manny, Steve— was also great. But this, by far, was the best birthday present I got today," she whispered to him. "What about the sex? Am I becoming an old man now—" Y/N pushed Steve with a disgusted look on her face as everyone else gagged and groaned. "Rogers, it was a sweet moment!"

"Sorry, sorry, couldn't help myself, it just came— there it is again!"

"Blergh, fuck you, man!"

"I deserved it."

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