#and I dunno if it was intentional or not but the eyes turning more red when she was distressed was a nice visual touch

[ubtendo]

Throwing up violently

DREAMER PART 3!

(Spoilers for episode 5! While it's oc-centric, the plot of the episode exposes everything)

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[sky-is-the-limit]

I dunno about you but drunk sex slays and the thought of it with one out of the big red dead four (John Arthur Charles or Javier) just makes me 🌊💦💧

Thank you anon for this:))))))))))

WC: 5,117 words.

P: Arthur,John,Javier and Charles x F!Reader

CW: public sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, cowgirl

𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳:

You sat by the crackling campfire, the night draped around you like a comforting blanket, waiting patiently for Arthur to return from his outing with Lenny.

As the minutes stretched into hours, the quiet of the night was suddenly shattered by the sound of husky laughter and stumbling footsteps approaching the camp.

Arthur stumbled into view, his usually composed demeanor replaced by a boisterous energy, his laughter ringing out into the night. You watched as he stumbled towards you, his movements unsteady and his words slurred with intoxication.

"Hey there, sweetheart!" He exclaimed, his voice louder than usual, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he approached you, his arms outstretched in an exaggerated gesture of affection.

"Arthur.." You greeted him with a chuckle, reaching out to steady him as he stumbled forward. "You're drunk."

He grinned at you, his usual charm amplified by the alcohol coursing through his veins. "Just a bit," He admitted with a laugh, his words slurring together slightly. "But I missed you, darlin'."

As Arthur held you in his drunken embrace, he leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear and he whispered, "Come with me, I want to show you something."

Curiosity piqued, you allowed him to lead you away from the camp, the darkness of the trees enveloping you like a cloak. With each step, his intoxicating scent of whiskey and cheap cologne hung in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest.

Finally, he stopped, the trees providing enough secrecy around you. Before you could protest or question his intentions, Arthur pressed you against a sturdy tree trunk, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.

His embrace was fervent and urgent, fueled by the fire of his drunken desire. His hands roamed eagerly over your body, his touch electric against your skin as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your lips.

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And that was how you found yourself, dangerously close to getting caught by the rest of the gang, pressed firmly against the rough bark of a tree, stripped naked to his mercy.

The stretch was breathtaking, every centimeter of his length sending electrifying waves of pleasure through you as he pounded away relentlessly. With each rapid thrust, Arthur grunted huskily, his teeth clenched together in sheer determination. His eyes remained fixated on your bouncing form, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"Arthur-" You gasped, your breath coming in ragged bursts, heat flooding your body.

In that moment, every sensation overwhelmed you, yet you yearned for more. There was nothing in this world, in that moment, more important than Arthur Morgan, thrusting into you with an intensity that felt like a primal need with your leg wrapped around his defined torso and his large palms roaming the curves of your body.

''Beautiful-'' He whispered between pants, his voice a husky echo against your skin as he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to your quivering flesh.

''You are mine.'' With a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine, he enveloped one hardened nipple in his mouth, drawing it between his lips with a hunger that left you trembling. His tongue danced with an almost predatory insistence, claiming you entirely in a way that left you powerless to resist.

With each of his forceful thrusts, you reciprocated with equal intensity, your nails digging into his forearms with a ferocity that threatened to break skin, and your teeth grazing against his lips as you captured his mouth in a hungry kiss when he turned his face towards you.

''Please- Arthur, please!'' You knew you were babbling, but the overwhelming sensation coursing through your veins left you unable to form coherent words.

''Quiet, sweetheart. You don’t want anyone to catch us, do you?'' Arthur's voice was low, sending shivers down your spine as you struggled to maintain composure amidst the overwhelming waves of lust. His words ignited a fire within you, the intensity of his gaze leaving you feeling dizzy with desire.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to focus on just breathing. With each movement of his hips, Arthur's rhythm intensified, the sensation bordering on maddening as he drove himself deeper into you.

''Can you be quiet for me?'' He whispered, his hand moving from your mouth to rest gently on your lower back. You nodded in response, your teeth sinking into your lip as you fought to stifle the moans threatening to escape your lips.

Your body started to shake uncontrollably, tremors coursing through every fiber of your being. With each passing moment, the sensation intensified, rendering your legs numb and leaving every muscle sore and cramped. Even the slightest movement sent waves of soreness rippling through you, threatening to overwhelm your senses.

Despite the haze of alcohol, he remained attentive to your every move, his hands a steady anchor that kept you upright. With a firm grip, he ensured you didn't falter or lose balance, his eyes never wavering from your features as he sought to understand your every emotion.

Hot tears welled in your eyes, a mixture of pleasure and intense emotion that threatened to spill over with each hard motion of his body. Arthur was so deep, so incredibly deep inside of you that it felt as though he was reaching places untouched, bringing pleasure straight to your soul.

Your muscles twitched and spasmed in time with his relentless thrusts, the rhythm of your bodies syncing perfectly as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Each moan that escaped your lips was met with the wet fabric of his shirt, the sound muffled but unmistakable in the heat of the moment.

"Good girl," Arthur murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, a rare smirk gracing his lips, a sight reserved only for moments like these, fueled by the intoxicating effects of alcohol. ''Good fucking girl.'

The pressure building inside of you reached its breaking point, shattering your senses. In that moment, you clung to Arthur desperately, pulling at his hair and digging your nails into his skin as if he were your lifeline.

Open-mouthed cries of pleasure escaped your throat, the intensity of your orgasm too powerful to be contained. Arthur cursed under his breath, his focus solely on maintaining his movements long enough to ride out the wave of your climax.

He could feel you gushing wetness, squirting on his cock and leaking down both of your thighs. He wasn’t strong enough to resist the pleasure that came with the realization that he’d made you spasm so hard your body couldn’t control itself. He followed, pumping his cum deep inside of you while your folds squeezed the life out of him.

Time seemed to stand still as you clung to each other, reluctant to let go of the moment. When Arthur finally pulled away slightly, you whimpered, clinging to him tighter, craving the comfort and reassurance that only he could provide.

''I know, sweetheart. I know." Arthur's voice was soft and comforting as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He could sense the weight of your emotions, knowing that you must be feeling overwhelmed in that moment.

"You did so good.'' He murmured, his hand gently rubbing your back in soothing circles.

𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯:

As you slipped out of your dress, the fabric cascading around your ankles, you felt the weight of the day lifting from your shoulders. The dim light of the lantern cast shadows across the canvas walls of your tent, creating a cozy sanctuary amidst the chaos of the gang outside, singing songs around the fire.

With each button undone, you reveled in the sensation of freedom, relishing the cool air against your skin as you prepared to settle for bed. The soft rustle of fabric echoed in the silence as you reached for your nightgown, a familiar routine that brought a sense of comfort to the end of another long day.

But just as you were about to slip into the warmth of your nightclothes, the tent flap suddenly stirred, and there he was, John. His usually rugged features were contorted with jealousy, his eyes clouded with the haze of alcohol as he stumbled into the tent.

"John?" You exclaimed, surprise and frustration warring within you as you struggled to comprehend his state. "What are you doing here?"

He ignored your question, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of desire and accusation. "You've been spending too much time with Javier!" He slurred, his words heavy with bitterness as he collapsed onto the ground beside you, his drunkenness palpable.

You sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for him even as irritation prickled at the edges of your patience. "John, I told you. Javier is teaching me how to play guitar. There's nothing between us."

But he wasn't listening, lost in his own insecurities and doubts. With a pout that bordered on childish, he reached out to you, his fingers brushing against your skin in a clumsy attempt at affection.

"I wanna teach you something, too.." He murmured, his voice low and husky, his lips trailing along the curve of your neck as he spoke.

You shivered at the sensation, the heat of his touch sending a thrill racing down your spine. Despite the lingering frustration of his outburst of jealousy, you found yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull of his gaze, drawn to him with an intensity that left you breathless.

"What do you want to teach me?" You whispered, your voice barely more than a soft sigh as you surrendered to the hunger that burned within you.

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You couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Javier. His presence close to you eventually led you sinking down on your knees as your jealous lover stood before you. It was as if the flames of his possessiveness ignited a primal need within him, driving him to assert his dominance and claim you as his own.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, you drank in the taste of his precum, reveling in the salty sensation as it danced across your taste buds before John rested his large, calloused hands upon your hair, gently guiding your movements with a firm touch.

His eyes were half-lidded, heavy with want, as you worked your magic, eliciting a drawn-out, staticky moan from deep within his chest.

You flattened your tongue more efficiently, eager to please him, to elicit even the slightest tremor of pleasure from his lips.

For a fleeting moment, a sensation of blazing heat washed over the back of your throat as you released him, lowering your head to place a tender kiss at the base of John's throbbing cock.

As your tongue darted out to caress the prominent vein, tracing its path with delicate precision, he struggled to contain the building pressure threatening to erupt within him.

A loud groan escaped John's lips as he lifted his hips slightly, urging you to take him deeper into your mouth. The unexpected motion caught you off guard and you fought against the instinct to gag, your body instinctively adjusting to accommodate him even as tears welled up in your eyes and began to trickle down your flushed cheeks.

''That's my girl-'' He murmured, his voice hoarsed as he tightened his grip on your hair and with a quick thrust, followed by a sharp gasp, he was sheathed fully in your throat.

You desperately tried not to gag as he continued to exert himself, pulling out of your mouth just to slam his length back in you again. He was using you, like a toy to release his pent-up sexual tension and unreasonable jealousy, and you could not have been more aroused.

"These lips belong to me, understand?" He grunted, punctuating his declaration with another forceful thrust into your throat.

The once defiant man now emitted sounds you had never heard before, a mix of a squeal and a moan, interspersed with gasps for air. You reached out to cup his balls through the fabric of his pants, feeling his member twitch under your tongue.

John drooled, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes tightly shut, his breath heavy, like music to your ears.

But what struck you most was the absence of his usual smirk, instead, a slight frown adorned his face as he gasped with each thrust into the recesses of your throat. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was close to release.

Profanities and shameless moans filled the quiet of the night, ensuring that the rest of the gang members close by would hear. John pulled your hair rather harshly, evidently losing control as he maneuvered your head just the way he desired.

The vibrations of your unfiltered sounds spread throughout his sensitive length, further enhancing the tingling pleasure he was feeling.

Without pause, he continued to fuck your throat with each jerk of your head, thrusting his cock down your throat just as he brought your head down to swallow him whole. Your lewd gags were the most beautiful sounds, and even more so, the thick pools of your saliva that connected your mouth to his length, the most beautiful sight.

The ache between your legs pulsed with each passing moment, the next breath that left your lungs rolling out in a trembling whine. Your skin felt as if it wanted to fly off your body into the next star system, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

Without warning, he pushed even deeper, and you understood immediately why. His orgasm ripped through him, eliciting another prolonged groan of satisfaction as his essence coated the back of your throat.

As he finally relented, leaving a strand of saliva and semen bridging your lips, he held his still pulsating member against your face, releasing one final burst that streaked across your forehead and hair.

You gazed at John in absolute awe, your senses still reeling from him soring both your lips and throat as he gradually descended from his euphoric state.

His eyes met yours, a smoldering intensity that made your breath catch in your throat and as he looked down at you, still kneeling before him, he reached out to caress your cheek, his touch gentle. His fingers, coated with remnants of his pleasure, traced delicate, wet patterns along your skin.

You watched, transfixed, as he brought his slickened finger to your lips, wordlessly offering it to you. Without hesitation, you parted your lips, tasting the tang of his salty essence as you obediently licked his finger clean.

Then, with a teasing spark in his eyes, he spoke arrogantly, his words dripping with playful suggestion. "Now go say hi to Javier for me. He'll get the message."

''Fuck you, Marston.'' As you rose to your feet, defiance burned in your eyes, though a hint of shyness tinged your voice.

''Your wish is my command, madam.'' Before you could fully process his words or reach out to him, he moved with unexpected swiftness, seizing your face in his hands and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

𝘑𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳:

You laid on the plush bed, draped in your silky nightgown, the warmth of the crackling fire beside you seeping into your skin.

As you basked in the warmth, Javier's lips began to trail soft, tender kisses along the expanse of your thighs. Each touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.

The lingering scent of whiskey and cigarettes clung to him, a testament to the indulgence he had partaken in at the hotel bar downstairs earlier that evening.

Despite his intoxication, Javier worshipped your body with a reverence that left you breathless. With every caress, every kiss, he took his time, exploring every inch of your skin as if it were a sacred temple to be cherished. His adoration was palpable, his actions speaking volumes of his devotion to you.

"Déjame probarte, mi amor. Por favor-" With each tender kiss, his drunken need for you intensified, his movements becoming more urgent.

(t: let me taste you, my love, please-)

You chuckled softly as you looked into his eyes, noticing the signs of intoxication lingering in his gaze.

"You're drunk, Javi.." You remarked with a playful smile, gently teasing him as you tried to reason with him. "Maybe we should just go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

But he simply shook his head, his determination evident even in his inebriated state. "I'm not drunk," he protested with a lopsided grin, his words slurring slightly as he leaned closer to you. "Solo estoy disfrutando el momento contigo."

(t: I just want to enjoy this moment with you.'')

Despite not understanding a single word, the melodic rhythm of his speech sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but admire the way his lips formed each syllable, the passion and intensity in every word.

Lost in the moment, you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, savoring the softness beneath your touch.

''Quiero comerte entera, cariño-''

(t: I want to eat you whole, darling-)

Eventually, unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you gently interrupted him, your voice barely above a whisper. "Javi, can you translate that for me?"

Instead of obliging, he simply chuckled, his eyes glistening with mischief as he leaned in closer to your body.

"Let me show you, instead." He murmured, his voice husky as he spoke.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, he reached for the hem of your nightgown, lifting it slowly until it pooled around your stomach.

''Maybe we shouldn't..'' Your breath caught in your throat as you whispered, the words escaping your lips barely audible.

He just snickered, his laughter a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine, and whatever protest or remark you were going to make died down as the tip of his tongue nudged at your clit.

Your breath hitched in anticipation as you leaned back against the soft pillows, your heart pounding rapidly to the sudden touch. With trembling hands, you eagerly shuffled your legs further apart, offering him better access to your throbbing core.

You felt Javier's face burying itself between your thighs, the rough texture of his skin sending electric pulses of pleasure through your body.

The flat of his tongue started to give little kitten licks up and down your folds, each stroke sending waves of sensation coursing through you, always ending on a tantalizing drag against your sensitive pearl.

"Javi-" A little whimper escaped you, hushed and whining, as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

His amber eyes bore into yours as you swore you could feel him smirk against you, his silent amusement adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations.

''Oh god-'' Another chaste kiss to your clit elicited a gasping breath from you, your idle hand tightening its grip in his messy black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you encouraged him to continue.

You noticed a subtle change in Javier’s movements, a newfound urgency and dedication as he worshipped your body with his mouth.

Your juices began to coat his chin as he held onto your squirming hips, his eagerness showing in the way he practically pulled you down onto his face. With each suck and lick to your clit, he drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy, his ministrations becoming more fervent and desperate.

More keens and moans spilled from your lips as a graze of teeth sent bolts of pleasure through you, the sensation causing you to grind down onto his mouth in a fervour of need.

''Preciosa- fuck-'' There was a humming sound as Javier groaned beneath you, his own arousal taking over as he pleasured you.

A fog of a different kind of intoxication thickened in your mind, clouding your thoughts as you lost yourself in the throes of his lips.

With a certain tilt of your head, you caught sight of Javier jerking off his cock while he continued to devour you, his eyes half-lidded with desire as his tight fist worked up and down his length. The sight of him, slick with pre-cum fluids and swollen with the need to orgasm, only added to your own desperation for release.

The more ferociously he licked your pussy, the harder he stroked himself, his cock leaking slick from that swollen, reddened tip.

Slowly, Javier's middle finger pressed against you, the anticipation causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With a gentle but firm pressure, it slipped inside, encountering little resistance as it delved deeper. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp of pleasure, your body instinctively arching towards him as he filled you.

As his finger bottomed out inside you, a low moan escaped your lips, the sound muffled by the New pressure. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your arousal pooling at the point where his finger met your core.

Javier could sense the subtle changes in your body, the way your cunt fluttered and pulsed around his finger. He reveled in the feeling of you, the way you squeezed him tight, every ridge inside your plush walls a testament to your desire. With each gentle thrust of his finger, he explored the depths of your pleasure, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

He seemed to understand exactly how your body worked, his touch deliberate and calculated as he curled his finger just barely, sending you closer to your climax with each motion.

With a deft flick of his digit, he found your sweetest spot, and he didn't hesitate to exploit it. The sensation was electric, a symphony of pleasure that left you gasping for air. Again and again, he brushed against that sensitive area, each stroke consuming you whole.

You were on the brink of coming undone, your body thrumming with anticipation as Javier's touch sent ripples of pleasure cascading through you. But just as you felt yourself on the cusp, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you stunned and breathless.

Shock was displayed all over your features as Javier chuckled softly, his amusement evident all over his face.

And then, with a gentle but deliberate movement, Javier closed the distance between you, his eyes locked with yours as his hands roamed over your body.

''You're going to finish with me inside you, amor.''

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴:

As you walked towards the tranquil lake, away from the loud celebration of the gang's successful mission, the ethereal glow of the bright moon above casted a shimmering path across the water. The night air was crisp and cool against your skin, offering a welcome respite from the warmth of the fire.

Finding a secluded spot by the water's edge, you sat down and dipped your fingers into the cool, refreshing liquid, splashing it onto your face and shoulders in an attempt to wash away the remnants of the long day but before you could repeat the gesture, a pair of strong, familiar hands settled on your hips, sending a shiver down your spine.

Giggling, you turned to find Charles standing behind you, his breath heavy with the scent of whiskey. Despite his usual resilience to alcohol, it was clear that tonight's celebration had gotten the better of him. He had accepted Sean's challenge to see who could drink the most, and it seemed he had emerged on the losing end.

''Mhm, Charles-'' A whimper escaped your lips as his lips trailed along your skin with a newfound hunger, his breath hot against your neck.

Even in his inebriated state, Charles remained relatively quiet, his usual reticence undisturbed by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

However, there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor as his breath grew louder and heavier against your skin. With each kiss, his tongue teased and tantalized, promising the emergence of vivid purple marks on your skin in the morning.

A sudden gasp escaped your lips as he stumbled backwards, pulling you along with him. With a surprising agility, he managed to find purchase on a tree log, his body sinking onto it as he settled into a seated position with you straddling his thighs.

''Mm, need you, angel.'' Charles cooed softly, his touch tender as he rested his palm under your jaw. With a deft movement, he brought your face closer to his, his intent clear as he sought to capture the perfect view of your dazed eyes.

''Anything for my man.'' You whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath as you cradled his face in your hands

Wordlessly, you moved with anticipation, your hands trembling slightly as you slid down the waistband of his pants. As you did, you felt the warmth radiating from his clothed cock, the heat passing along your cheeks in a tantalizing wave.

With each inch of fabric you peeled away, the excitement grew even more as the cotton material finally wrapped around his muscular thighs.

A low hiss escaped Charles' lips as the brief contact of cold air brushed against his freed cock, causing it to spring to life with eager anticipation. The sound of it slapping heavily against his bruised stomach filled the air, echoing in the stillness of the night as the voices of your fellow gang members seemed to fade in the distance.

He was huge, his length extending well beyond his navel and the thickness of it easily comparable to your wrist.

With delicate precision, you used your fingertips to guide the hard length of him to your entrance, feeling the anticipation building with each passing moment.

As you started to sink down, the bulbous head of his cock dipped into the flesh of your labia, the pressure forcing the meaty lips to spread for him.

''Oh, my-'' A faltering breath escaped your lips as you sucked it in, a desperate attempt to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensation.

The lack of good preparation made the penetration a slow and deliberate process, each inch of him breaching your body with torturous slowness. Despite it all, the searing burn that accompanied his entry, only made you bask in the intensity of the sensation, your senses consumed by the pleasure of it all.

He breached your body one agonizing fraction at a time, the pressure just giving the right amount of painful as he pushed deeper inside you.

Finally, the glans of his cock popped through the first barrier, a primal moan escaping your lips as you stilled above him. With a newfound determination, you bore down on him again, the unbidden sound of your whimpers like music to his ears.

''You feel so-, so good-''Charles responded with a deep, rumbling noise, the barely coherent words reverberating through the air only to fuel your need to please him even more.

You choked on a disgruntled squawk as he lifted his hips, forcing himself another inch or so inside you. The sudden movement caught you off guard, causing you to sway above him, the tension in your loins doubling and threatening to overwhelm you.

''Mhm-'' Groaning deep in the back of your throat, you haltingly pivoted your hips, up, down, up and down.

Each movement a deliberate effort to loosen your passage and coat him in more arousal. With each motion, you felt the tension in your body ease, the sensation of him sliding against your inner walls igniting a fire within you.

As you started to lower yourself again, just a brief moment later, the penetration came easier, Charles' cock slipping effortlessly against your slickened walls until you were fully seated on his lap. With a heady sigh of pleasure, you tossed your head back, the sensation overwhelming your senses.

Taking advantage of your exposed vulnerability, Charles seized the opportunity to squeeze your breast in a tight grip, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.

''Look at you-'' He breathed, his voice heavy with adoration. ''So lovely when you’re enjoying yourself like this.''

Your whole body heaved and lurched at his praise, every single muscle in your shuddering frame locking up as you clamped down on him so hard it physically hurt.

A primal scream tore from your throat, echoing into the night sky as pure, unadulterated bliss rushed in to swarm your senses, completely overriding the faint discomfort of being stretched to the absolute limit.

In response to your climax, Charles groaned, his own pleasure evident as he let you ride out the waves of your ecstasy on his excitedly jumping cock. His hands grasped at your sides, fingers digging into the love handles he found there, holding onto you as if you were a lifeline in the midst of a storm.

Like a wild beast, you clawed at his flesh, your nails leaving red marks in their wake as you desperately sought release. His arms, shoulders, chest, anything you could reach became a canvas for your frenzied need as you bucked and spasmed throughout the throes of your ecstasy.

It was the sporadic squeezing of your cunt that finally milked the orgasm right out of him. You felt him stiffen beneath you, a grunt escaping his tightly clenched teeth as he violently twitched inside your body.

The abrupt pressure on your sweet spot had you seeing stars, your breath hitching as you swayed unsteadily on top of him, both of you lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

It took you a prolonged moment to start coming down from the blinding rush of endorphins, your senses still swimming in the aftermath of ecstasy. Each breath came short and quick, the air feeling heavy against your chest as you struggled to regain your composure.

Your skin was sticky with sweat and it effectively glued you to him, making even the simple act of lifting your head a taxing effort.

As you laid there, basking in the warmth of his embrace, you became aware of Charles gently petting your head, his touch a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves.

His fingers traced delicate patterns through your hair, smoothing down the unruly strands with a tenderness that brought a smile to your lips.

"Should I go thank Sean for this?" You murmured tiredly, the words slipping from your lips in a hazy whisper.

In response, Charles mumbled softly, his voice laced with warmth and affection, "Mhm, funny if you think that I'm gonna let you go anytime soon." The words were spoken with a hint of playfulness, the alcohol clearly waking him up instead of the opposite.

[lis-likes-fics]

All Time High

Pairing: stoner!Hobie Brown x stoner!Reader Word Count: 3.1k words Prompt: High Sex Warnings: NSFW, smut, drug/weed use, smoking, high sex, brief nipple play, fingering, brief handjob, creampie, aftercare, swearing... A/N: Yeah, so I started this while I was high. It was really fun. Finished it with the worse migraine none to man. It was not really fun. But anyway, it's done! I know February is over but I'm going to try to finish most of the prompts before I end the event. Thank you and enjoy!

“Dunno why you keep doin’ that if ya just gonna keep coughin’, luv.”

You turn to Hobie, your vision of him hazy with the tears in your eyes. Smoke swirls around your head and makes the tips of your ears tingle. You're not having a pleasant time as your lungs seize with every heaving cough.

You desperately grab a bottle of water, opening it and forcing water over your throat to ease the sting. Though he laughs, Hobie’s hand strokes a small line along your bare thigh, his thumb tracing circles into your skin. Eventually, you calm down and your eyes are clear enough to see him through.

“Thanks so much for your help,” you gasp.

He's unfazed, watching you with red eyes and a large grin as he laughs. “My pleasure, darlin’.”

You set the blunt on the tray on his bedside table. You throw a leg over his lap, settling on top of his sweatpants. You place your hands on his bare chest, stroking curious fingers over the muscle you find.

You dip down slowly, catching his lips with a content sigh. His hands settle on your hips, gently squeezing the fat of your thighs with his own hum. You're both melting into the other, your touches grabby and unfocused. Your lips are less concerned with kissing and more concerned of feeling as much of the other as physically possible.

Your whole body is tingling, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You're so eager, you're both rocking together as you each seek the other out.

Hobie’s mouth presses to the curve of your jaw, moving farther down until he's mouthing at your throat. You let him, lifting your chin to allow him the space he needs.

He raises a hand beneath the oversized shirt you'd stolen from him, caressing your skin with a hum. You sigh breathily, every sensation a million times better as his thumb catches your nipple.

“Hobes,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He smirks up at you. “What is it, luv? Talk to me.”

“Need you,” you murmur, rolling your hips slowly in his lap. He grunts lightly, letting his head fall back a bit as his thumb continues to stroke gentle circles over your nipple.

You huff gently, every flick of his finger deepening the need in your belly. “Fuck, baby,” he hums. “Keep goin’. Just like that f’me.”

He wraps his lips around your nipple, licking and sucking at it and humming appreciatively to himself when he hears your moans. He's so much taller than you that his back bends strangely just to be able to reach your breasts.

You arch into him, your hips still rolling. You can feel him hardening beneath you. The stiffness in his sweatpants pokes against you and creates the perfect source of friction as you channel your clit down onto it. You grind your hips down on him, listening to his groans and reveling in the pleasure.

You feel like glitter; your body tingles all over, glimmering with a feeling you don't think you'll ever get out.

Your mind is pulled away from its wandering when you feel his hand slipping into your panties. The warmth of his fingers press against your wet folds, rubbing at your clit briefly before pushing farther back and sinking inside of you.

You shudder, your lips split to allow shallow breaths to pass through. You clench around his fingers, long and curling as you huff. You're whining, grinding your hips down into his palm as you let your breath waver.

“Fuck, Hobie,” you moan, enjoying the delightful stretch his fingers provide. He thrusts them in and out of you, deep but slow and almost lazy. His red eyes watch you intently, mesmerized by the sight of your pinched brows and parted lips.

“Yeah, baby, there ya go. Ride my hand just like that, filthy girl.” His lips latch onto your other nipple, grunting as the tip of his tongue teases it. Your hands grip his shoulders, using him for support as his fingers make it impossible to stay still.

“Oh, god, please don't stop,” you huff, feeling everything becoming increasingly fuzzy as you feel your body getting light. You feel like you're brimming with light, bursting at the seams with brightness and yet pleasantly hollowed out of any sensation all the same.

The pads of his fingers stroke a spongy part inside of you that makes your breath hitch and moans fall freely from your throat. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

You dip your hand into his sweatpants, fishing out his cock and pumping it in your fist in long, slow strokes. His hips lift up into your hand, a broken moan slipping out and rumbling in his chest. Your fingers wrap around him, squeezing lightly at the thickness you've grown to adore.

Precum leaks from his tip and onto your fingers, making each tug of his cock more fluid, more smooth. His brows pinch together, his lips parted slightly. As you lean in to catch his lips, you moan at the feeling of his lip piercing chilling against your skin. Your mouths are dry from the weed, but that doesn't deter either of you from the desire budding within yourselves to keep tasting the other.

He uses his free hand to remove his pants from his legs, kicking them off and sitting back down. “You ready for me, luv? Y’feel ready.” He nips at your neck, flicking his tongue out over your skin.

“Yeah. ‘M ready,” you nod, still nudging your hips in time with his hand. You whine when he pulls them out of you, eliciting his own chuckle.

“C'mon, sweet thing.” He holds you to his chest, lifting you up enough to guide the head of his cock to your pussy. He rubs it through your folds, encouraging them apart until he's able to sink you down on him.

You hold your breath, your eyes shut as you feel the way he slowly presses inside of you. It fills you up bit by bit until you're flush in his lap. You let out a shuddering breath, your hands at his chest as you sit there, relishing, savoring.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, watching you with lidded eyes. “Y’feel so good, luv.”

You let out a short breath through your parted lips. Your pussy flutters around him as you slowly move your hips in slow, deep grinds. There isn't a lot of movement—there doesn't have to be. You keep him as deep as you can, whimpering every time the blunt head of his cock rubs against that lovely, deep spot inside of you that makes you weak. It becomes a repetitive, almost desperate pursuit to just feel that, as much as possible, as deeply as possible. You need it to fill every crevice of your being until you're limp with it.

“H-Hobie, right there.” Your fingers curl around his shoulders, pressing into the muscle. He moans at the feeling, the pads of your fingers digging into the spots on his shoulders that releases tension he forgets he holds there.

His hands tighten on your waist, just to have something to hold as you continue to grind on him. It feels good, amazing. You could be here forever, savoring every single movement of your hips, every crease of his brows, every curve of his lips, every little sound that slips from the both of you into the sluggish, dopey air between you.

Your hips become more insistent, but you don't change any technique. Though you move a little faster, you keep rolling your hips back and forth on his lap. You're both rocking together, huffing and moaning into the other as the feelings just keep dragging on into this wonderful coiling in your belly.

“Oh, god. Feels so good, baby,” you coo, leaning in to kiss at his neck, your teeth scraping gently at the skin with an appreciative touch. “You're amazing.”

He's too dazed to make any jokes of any nature. The feeling of your hips is numbing his already numbing brain. “Shit, I love you, darlin’.”

The words seep into your skin like honey, make you feel smooth and rich and so, so nice. You smile, leaning forward some more to wrap your arms around him. You lift your hips a little, sinking back down on him and gasping lightly at the new pleasure you find. It cuts off your response, overcoming your fuzzy brain with a new sensation and a new goal to chase it.

You lift your hips again, dropping down a little rougher and continuing the movements until you're breathless. “Oh, Hobie–” You whine.

His grip on your waist tightens, just the flex of his fingers digging into your flesh. He moves his hands down to your hips, following the movements of your eager body up and down on him as his sounds mix with yours. “Keep goin’, sweets. Just like that, yeah.”

You dip down, meeting his lips again in an eager kiss. You breathe him in like you would a joint, deep breaths pulling into your lungs and lingering there as you dip your tongue past his lips to taste him.

In your mind, your movements become faster and faster. In your kind, there's a frenzy of pleasure that's swirling and building as you search it out with desperate grinds of your hips and heightened moans and grabbing hands, when really, it's an irregular rock of your hips, almost lethargic but so needy as you seek out any amount of pleasure that you can find.

You reach over to the nightstand, retrieving the blunt once more. You take a long drag from it, letting the smoke circulate through your lungs with dazed eyes. Hobie raises one hand to cradle the side of your head, bringing you down to join your lips again. You blow the smoke out slowly into his waiting mouth as he breathes it in ardently.

Smoke swirls around the both of you, out of his nose to entwine elegantly around your heads. Your vision continues to be softened around the edges, reduced to a pleasant fuzziness that makes the pleasure that much more enticing.

“C’mere, baby,” he says, his voice sticky with both affection and a fond fatigue. He wraps his strong arms around you, pulls you flush against his body. You feel as he shifts the both of you to lay you on your back, leaning over you like a pretty behemoth.

You stare up at him with droopy eyes that kiss in the corner, your smiles sticky with fondness. You trace your fingers dazedly around the edges of his lips and his nose and his eyebrows. He stares at you with red eyes that looks like he's gazing at precious gemstones.

“How're you feelin’, precious? Y’feel good?” He dips down to kiss the corner of your lips. You giggle lightly, nodding up at him happily.

“Feel really good. Love you, baby,” you coo, lifting your head to meet him in another kiss. He hums, chuckling as he accepts it in earnest.

“Gonna make you feel even better, yeah? How's that sound, babe? You want that?” He says it so close to your ear, in this deep and rumbling purr. You shudder, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and pulling him in as you crave his touch and all the pleasure he has to give you.

“Yeah. Want that, want you, Hobie-honey,” you murmur. Your fingers just keep brushing along his jawline, feeling the heat of his skin and relishing it.

He chuckles, trying not to dissolve under your touch as he presses his lips to the apples of your cheek. “I got you, lovely. You just stay right there and moan for me, yeah?” You nod sluggishly, happy to do whatever he wants.

Hobie steadied himself, one hand on the mattress beside your head and the other resting at your hip. When he thrusts inside of you once more, deep inside to feel how well you envelope him, you moan in surprise. With the numb pleasure of your earlier position, the wonderful feeling of having him close, having him deep inside, just feeling him pressing into you, you'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have it the other way around.

He pulls back a bit to thrust back inside, and you lose breath at the pleasure that explodes all around you. He quickly builds pace, much better at bringing focus in this state than you are with his heightened abilities.

You wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so your foreheads meet. He's muttering something you're not quite hearing, too dazed and fuzzy to pay attention beyond the steady thrusts of his hips. You grab onto his arm to steady yourself, throwing your head back against the mattress to moan and gasp as he takes it as an opportunity to kiss and suck at your neck.

“Fuck, Hobie. Please don’t stop,” you gasp.

“Why would I do that, eh?” he smiles, breathless and as happy as you. “When you feel so good. When you're feelin’ so good.” He kisses your neck, down to your collarbone with a deep hum. “I got you, sweetie. You know I got you.”

The sounds filling the room are nothing if not lewd. The smacking of his hips into you, the wet sounds of each drag of his cock, your whimpers and moans, his breaths that are bordering on moans of his own. It swirls and swirls until it's all turning into more pleasure in your brain. You're fuzzy with it, in mind and body. You grasp onto him for dear life and continue to get high off him.

When he presses his finger to your clit and rubs in quick, measured circles, you're done for. You whine as you relish in the pleasure, holding onto him as he holds onto you. Every flex of his fingers, every snap of his hips, every brush of his pelvis flush against your own, it's clouding your brain in more and more lust until you cannot possibly think to focus on anything.

“I'm gonna cum,” you gasp, like a revelation. It hits you out of nowhere, but you welcome it with enthusiasm. “Don't stop, Hobie. I'm gonna cum for you.”

“Yeah, that's right,” he breathes, moving quicker, deeper. He's on the verge, spurred on by your pleasure, by your eager cunt. “Come on, luv. I got you, I got you.”

The coil tightens in your belly, more and more and more until you can't stand it. You breathe in until you can't anymore, the edges of your vision going white. He listens to the pitch of your moans rise higher and higher.

Your back arches off the bed when you cum. Your breath had been so deep before, that it's let out in a series of short huffs that tremble in your lungs and make you dizzy. “H-Hobie,” you gasp, grasping onto him for dear life. “Oh, fuck. Oh, my god.” You're babbling something, but your mind is too hazy to make out any of the words.

Your pussy flutters around him, clenching and squeezing as you cum undone beneath him. His name falling from your lips swarms his brain and sets him over the edge, like a call he has no choice but to answer as he breathes you in, tastes the sweat in your skin. He thrusts as deep inside of you as he can, carried away by the feeling of your warmth as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you so close that you're not sure there's any distance left to be crossed. He pulls you close like he's trying to align your atoms, match them like perfect puzzle pieces so that you phase into each other and finally become one.

“O-oh, shit, luv.” He cum inside of you with an almost choked sound, his brows pinching together as he wraps his body around yours. Your sounds mix in the air in a loving symphony, riding out your highs to their fullest extent, only emphasized by the high in your system. It's indescribable, but so amazingly wonderful.

When you eventually float down from the cloud you'd gotten lost in, you lay back against the mattress with a body heavy as bricks. Everything is fuzzy around the edges. Your toes and your fingertips tingle like pop rocks, and you feel like you're going to fall asleep at any moment now.

Hobie pulls out of you, kissing every inch of your face as he whispers little words of praise and affirmation and really anything he can think of into your skin. He kisses your cheeks and your lips and your eyelids and the tip of your nose. He kisses the spot just below your ear, your collarbone, your throat, down to the valley of your breasts. None of it is inherently sexual in the slightest manner. He kisses you like he's worshipping you. He kisses you like you're meant to be praised for your perfection. The chill of his piercing makes you shudder.

Your hands smooth lazily over his body, over any skin you can find without having to move from your spot. Your eyelids are heavy, sticky with each slow blink. Your mouth is incredibly dry. He hears when you smack, the discomfort from the lack of hydration settling into your tongue.

“Water.”

He chuckles, already reaching for it as he sits you up enough to help you drink. You do, eagerly. He has to slow you down before you end up choking on that, too.

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, pulling it away and setting it down. He kisses you again, this time swiftly but still so loving.

He grabs some tissues to clean you up with, taking his time to take care. Then he's scooping you up in his arms and laying on his back and plopping you down on top of him. He's much bigger than you and much stronger than you, and you've gotten over the whole “I don't want to put all my weight on you” a long time ago. You lay on him like an oversized teddy, curling up and nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a deep breath.

“I love you, Hobie,” you whisper, kissing him gently.

He hums deep in his chest, a smile curling his lips. “Love you, too, darlin’ girl.” His hand strokes your back in a gentle, loving pattern. It feels so perfect, and it's so easy to fall asleep on top of him.

“That's cute,” he mumbles, glancing at you with a tiny chuckle.

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Sero hanta x fem reader, it’s after the war and UA decided to do a family day and everyone finds out that hanta has a girlfriend and twins who birthday just so happened to be during the war.

Taped Together

The war had left scars—on their bodies, their hearts, and the world they once knew. But life had a way of moving forward, and UA had decided to host a Family Day to remind everyone that despite everything, they still had something worth fighting for.

You had been hesitant to come, not because you didn’t want to, but because no one knew about you. Not even Sero’s closest friends. It wasn’t intentional; your relationship had just been something private—something safe. And then, when the war started, you had been forced to stay in hiding, pregnant.

A small hand tugging at your hoodie brought you back to the present. Looking down, you met your son’s big brown eyes, the spitting image of his father, from the toothy grin to the messy mop of dark hair. His twin sister, standing at your other side, squeezed your fingers excitedly.

"Mama, do you think Daddy's gonna be surprised?" she asked, bouncing on her heels.

You smiled. "Oh, sweetheart, he's gonna lose his mind."

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The moment you walked onto UA’s campus, you felt the stares. The other Pro Heroes, former students, and faculty were scattered across the field, laughing, talking, introducing their families. But as you stepped closer, hand-in-hand with your children, the conversation around you began to die down.

And then—

"No fucking way."

A very familiar voice cut through the crowd. You looked up just in time to see Bakugo’s jaw drop, his usually sharp red eyes comically wide. Mina, Kaminari, and Kirishima weren’t any better, looking back and forth between you and the two identical mini-Seros standing beside you.

"Oi, Sero! What the hell, man?!" Kaminari shouted, waving his arms wildly.

At the sound of his name, Sero turned around—and froze.

It was almost funny how dramatically his face shifted. From casual confusion to pure disbelief, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to process what he was seeing.

His gaze flickered from you, to the kids, back to you, back to the kids—then he inhaled sharply.

"No."

You bit back a laugh. "Yes."

"No."

"Yes, babe."

"NO, NO, NO—"

Before he could spiral into another round of stunned denial, his daughter bolted forward, tiny arms outstretched.

"DADDY!!"

Sero barely had time to react before she launched herself at him, tape instinctively shooting out to steady her before she crashed into his chest. His arms snapped around her, holding tight, almost like he was afraid to let go.

His son ran up next, a little more hesitant, but Sero grabbed him just as fiercely, pressing kisses into his messy hair, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"You’re real, right?" Sero finally choked out, pulling back slightly to cup their little faces, scanning every feature as if trying to burn the moment into his memory.

"We’re real!" his daughter giggled. "Mommy brought us!"

At that, Sero’s head snapped up, locking eyes with you again. And suddenly, he was moving, pulling you in—one arm wrapped around your waist, the other still holding his children close.

"You’re really here." His voice cracked, forehead pressing against yours.

You smiled softly. "I’m sorry it took so long."

He laughed wetly, kissing you hard before pulling back to study your face.

"Don’t be sorry," he whispered. "You brought them to me. That’s all that matters."

—

"So let me get this straight." Mina finally spoke after a long silence. "You—you had twins? During the war?? And you didn’t tell anyone?!"

Sero, still cradling both of his children, sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh… surprise?"

Kaminari looked offended. "We could’ve been Uncle Kami and Aunt Mina this whole time, and you kept it from us??"

Bakugo crossed his arms. "Dumbass."

Kirishima, always the supportive one, grinned brightly. "I dunno, man. I think it makes sense. Sero’s always been good at keeping things together."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"KIRISHIMA, GET OUT."

[rozhliena]

mc x mammon

you construct intricate rituals in order to touch the skin of the avatar of greed, ambiguous season but i would venture it's still during s1 of the original game, mostly just palavering about the gaze nothing actually occurs

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

"Don't you get eyestrain?" you ask Mammon, tilting your head as you sink back into the pillows on your bed. "With the sunglasses." It isn't bright in your room, the lights set just shy of their dimmest mode as you get ready to go to bed, and neither is his D.D.D.'s brightness set high. But he wears them all the time anyway, even in the evening. "Or are your eyes just sensitive?"

From where he's leaning at the side of your bed, frantically tapping some blinking lights on his D.D.D., Mammon shakes his head. "Nah, my eyes are fine," he says. "I just like the look of 'em."

A fair, if somewhat odd, assessment. You can't say you dislike the look, either, which has grown as familiar as the sight of him in your room — you're actually not sure why he's here today. It just seems like a given, some routine you've fallen into. There are two toothbrushes in the bathroom connecting to the bedroom, and there is a hamper in the corner for clothes that aren't yours, though they never seem to make it into the basket without your help, and the extra hangers in your wardrobe have lately been put into use more often than not. It's not exactly normal, you know that, but it comes so naturally.

"Are you gambling on mobile games again?" you ask, reaching over to pluck the sunglasses off his face, wondering if you should feel amusement or concern at the fact that he hadn't reacted to the motion at all. But maybe that's natural to him, too. You look at the orange-tinted lenses curiously. "You probably shouldn't, you know."

"I'm gonna win this one, serious, y'know, statistically and shit — "

When you put the sunglasses on, they're slightly large on your face, and they really aren't special aside from being from a Devildom designer brand that sounds suspiciously similar to the human world's Gucci. A typical pair of polarized sunglasses. You sigh, pulling them off. You lean over to place them back on Mammon's face, slightly askew. "Still losing?" You know he is; he's already out of in-game currency. Sure enough, the lights on the animated slot machine go red.

"Hey! You jinxed me!" he complains, adjusting the crooked sunglasses as the plaintive whine of a loser's trombone plays from his phone's speakers, but he turns off the game and stretches across your bed. His eyes peek out above the tinted lenses of his sunglasses, toward you. Like he's expecting something. You wonder if he's even aware of the way he looks at you sometimes, so intently it seems to go right through to the back of your neck.

"What's up," you say.

His gaze shifts, lands on the second hamper in the room, half-filled with his clothes by someone who isn't him. He's thanked you for it before, but you wonder what he actually thinks about the entire thing. "I dunno. Just lookin'." At this angle, you can only make out the blue in his eyes.

You sit up. "Are demon eyes different from human eyes? Like, in terms of biology."

Mammon looks at you, a little incredulously, and then laughs. "Man, how the hell would I know that? I ain't a nerd like Satan."

You shrug, moving so you're facing him properly. "I don't know. But can I check?"

He grimaces, but he's already folding up his sunglasses and hooking them into the collar of his shirt. "Like, you're not gonna poke 'em or anything, right? Would you even know the difference between, y'know, human and demon eyes?"

"Maybe. I don't know." When you moved just now, your hand brushed against his, where below the knuckles is the faded smudge of a stamp he'd had to get at one of Beel's games. Identical to one on your own hand. The game itself hadn't been particularly intriguing, and what you remember more than anything else is that it had been cold that day. You and he had to huddle up together beneath a blanket, and Mammon's bony elbows poked into your ribs to such an extent that you wondered if it wasn't less comfortable in the blanket than outside of it. But when he turned to you, smiling sheepishly, looking at you the way he does, warmth bloomed in your chest and you couldn't even feel the ache over it.

Mammon looks at you the way he does and shrugs. "Whatever. All yours."

There's no way to make this seem normal, you know that. When you take his face in your hands you don't think too much about how easily his face fits against your palms as you angle his head toward the light. His cheeks are warm. He doesn't resist at all. "Don't close your eyes so I can look at your pupils."

It's not an order, but Mammon goes along with it anyway, though his eyes tremble a little, avoiding your gaze, when you lean in to inspect.

When the light hits them, the pupils constrict like they would in any other eye. Whenever Mammon looks over his sunglasses, his eyes are like the bright blue sky of the human world above a sea of sand, but up this close, they're entirely normal. The same pupils, irises, sclerae. Tear ducts. The delicate blood vessels along the white of the eye. Eyelashes, to keep out debris. It's almost disappointing. The only distinction anyone could make between his eyes and those of a human's is that his irises are unnaturally vivid and possess two colors, but even then, there are some humans with those same traits.

"I can't tell the difference," you admit. "They look like any other set of eyes."

The set in question flicks to yours, narrowing slightly. "Hey, just 'cause I'm being generous doesn't mean you can go lumpin' me in with everyone else." He reaches up, his hand finding purchase at one of your wrists like he's going to wrench you away from him, but he just keeps it there. "I'm the Great Mammon, y'know?" The warmth bleeds into your skin.

"I know that," you say softly, still not thinking. "Hey, close your eyes." Again, it's not an order, no force behind the words, but again Mammon obliges. His eyelashes are so light they're almost transparent. You brush the pad of your thumb over the thin skin of the eyelid, over the light oily sheen there. His closed eyes quiver beneath your touch.

"Does eyeshadow give you trouble?" you ask. "Because of your eyelids."

"Lil bit," he says. "When I do gigs I gotta prime 'em and carry those blotting things. But hey, I always end up lookin' good, yeah?" His mouth turns up in a contagious grin.

"You do." It comes out of your mouth so easily. His cheeks go warm at the admission, but he doesn't say anything this time. He's letting you feel around his eyes like it's nothing, and you think, maybe there isn't any real difference between demons and humans, after all. Eyes or otherwise. You let your fingers trace along his face to under the chin, angling his head upward. During the game, you had reached down to one of his arms and squeezed, not because it accomplished anything for heat, but because it was instinctual, like scratching an itch, or like blinking.

Your faces are so close. Kissing Mammon would be so simple — twist of the wrist, tilt of the head. You'd land his lips in one try; it would come naturally, and his mouth would be soft and warm. You wonder if he would let you kiss him.

Mammon's eyes flutter open. His grasp on your wrist tightens slightly. You can feel his breath on your face. Your own breath catches in your throat. "What're you doing?" he whispers.

"Just looking," you whisper back. He doesn't let go.

[jinx-xxed]

Broken Bones

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A/N; Just a quick thing because I couldn’t get this scene out of my head 🤕 also an important note; when it says the rifle can fold think Caitlyn Kiramman’s gun from Arcane S1 because I think it was so cool and I’m obsessed with that mechanic 🙏

Summary; Some new guys think it’s a good idea to try and threaten you.

Content; Harassment, vague threats of sexual assault, you’re an inventor/mechanic, your weapon is a rifle, blood and injury, (subtle) protective Wriothesley

Wc; 2k

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You blow out a breath, leaning back from your work. The metal on the pipe glows red hot before beginning to cool, securely welded in place. Another successful pipe swap finished, which means this sector of the Fortress is done and you can cross it off your long list.

You hang in the air, suspended high above the ground by harnesses and ropes. It’s a new thing you tested out in order to reach the higher piping and mechanics within the Fortress, and it’s been working beautifully. Wriothesley nearly had a heart attack when he first saw you suspended hundreds of feet in the air, but you assured him you were fine. It turned out to be fun once you got used to it, sitting above everything else in the Fortress and getting lost in your work. You secure your blow torch to your belt, lifting your goggles to properly inspect the welding. You run your gloves along the pipe, testing its stability and making sure everything will hold.

You tasked yourself with replacing a bunch of the major piping within the Fortress, finding it would provide better energy conservation and also faster energy transfers. Wriothesley was all for it, letting you take the lead on the project and trusting your judgement. You have two more areas left to complete, each one taking about a day to finish.

Once satisfied with your inspection, you begin to lower yourself to the floor by loosening the ropes and using your feet on the wall to control your speed. You hit the metal safely, a soft breath escaping you with relief. You’re always just a little paranoid that a rope will snap and leave you to splat on the floor like a bug.

You start detangling yourself from all your equipment, placing your tools carefully in your bag and undoing the harness. You finally wriggle out of it when you hear footsteps behind you. You turn, expecting to find Wriothesley coming to inspect your work but instead see three unfamiliar, male faces. You instantly straighten, brows furrowing slightly. This area of the Fortress is mostly empty and unused; they have no reason to be in these tunnels.

“Can I help you, sirs?” You ask, voice holding a cold bite to it. You don’t recognize any of them so you can only assume they’re fairly new inmates. Their eyes are unfriendly, their expressions unreadable. They’re all taller than you, with only one seeming to have decent muscle mass.

The one at the head of the pack shrugs, sniffing. “Dunno, maybe. Are you the one that’s real buddy-buddy with His Grace?” The way he says Wriothesley’s title is mocking and it instantly lets you know what their intentions are.

“I hear they’re more than just buddies.” The second one snickers.

The first nods, a slimy smirk on his face. “Right, right. She’s his plaything, huh? You’re too cute to be with a stupid bastard like him.”

You glower as they continue to get closer. “Do you actually need something or did you come here just to be fucking weird?”

“You could probably give us something, yeah. We want benefits, princess, and you’re gonna get ‘em for us from your manwhore.” He continues. They’re fully in your space now with your back an inch from the wall and them pacing around you like sharks. “Better meals, days off from the factory, coupons. Maybe even some time with you, huh?” The other two chuckle along with him.

His eyes and uneven teeth glint in the dim lighting. “Life’s too hard down here for newbies like us. Surely you can find it in your heart to agree. All you gotta do is ask, princess. And if you don’t…” He shrugs again, considering the alternative. You catch the glint of a knife on the second one and you wonder where in the hell he got that. The guards should’ve frisked him, they should’ve caught it. Although, when you take another look, it seems to be a piece of rusty old metal sharpened into something deadly and stuck onto a piece of wood. Hell, it might even be a chunk from the pipes you’d been taking out.

“If you can’t handle simple prison life then you’re just massive wimps. Wriothesley is more than gracious in his rule down here and you should be grateful he gives scum like you anything at all.” You snap, glaring harshly. “Although don’t count on having anything left after this.”

The main guy scoffs in disbelief. “Oh, please. I can see His Grace hasn’t done anything about your mouth yet. Guess you need a real man to do that, right? Should we send you back with something to remember us by?”

He reaches towards you. He makes to grab your wrist, to pin you against the wall and do whatever he wants.

He never gets the chance. Not before there’s a resounding, sickening crack through the metal tunnel and he’s laid flat on the floor. You hold your rifle backwards in your hands, having just slammed the steel butt of it into the guy’s jaw hard enough to break bone. It had been folded and attached to the back of your belt, ready to come out at a moments notice. You press your lips together as you bring it down again directly on his nose, blood spurting from the pure, angry force behind it as he gives you a nice scream.

You flip your rifle in your hands and shoot it all in one smooth motion, the makeshift knife then flying out of the second man’s hand. You point the barrel at the other two, your eyes ablaze as they look at you with true fear, their hands going up. You motion from the one on the floor to the others. “Take your piece of shit friend and leave. Don’t let me ever catch you trying this again.”

They oblige, quickly forcing the one up while his shattered nose bleeds profusely down his front and he groans. Your gun follows them the entire time, your finger resting on the trigger. They leave in a panic, muttering something like “crazy bitch” as they do.

Once they’re out of sight and you can no longer hear their footsteps, you release a shuddering breath. You didn’t realize how bad your hands were shaking until now, and it makes you clutch your gun a little tighter. You’re surprised it’s taken this long for someone down here to try and use you to get at Wriothesley, honestly. You suppose the newbies haven’t been taught to fear you just as much as the Duke yet.

You swallow thickly, folding your rifle and putting it safely back on your belt. You quickly stuff the rest of your tools into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and hurrying out of the tunnel. You do your best to ignore the blood spatter on the floor and on the toe of your boot.

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You flinch when there’s a knock on the door of your office. It startles you out of the trance you’d been in, engrossing yourself with the newest project on your work table. You don’t even need to get up to see who it is because the door opens anyway, revealing Wriothesley. He promptly shuts it again after stepping into your office. You pause your music and lift your goggles, looking at him expectantly.

He leans against the side of your table, arms crossed over his wide chest. “Heard you shattered someone’s nose today?” He asks lightheartedly, the corners of his lips upturned.

You sigh through your nose, shutting your eyes briefly. You knew he’d find out sooner rather than later, which is why you’d been hiding out in your work shop. “I know I shouldn’t have. I took it too far, I’m sorry-“

The amusement immediately drops from Wriothesley’s face, his brows furrowing. He laughs in disbelief. “What? No, no, that’s not what this is. I don’t give two shits about those guys. I think you should’ve shot them, honestly.” He spits. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, then looking at you earnestly. “I just want to know if you’re okay.”

You nod. “Yes, I’m fine. They didn’t touch me. They just threatened me.”

He hums in thought. “What happened down there? I want to hear it from you, not those idiot fuckers that cried wolf when I paid a visit to the infirmary.”

“Well, I was doing work on the pipes and I had just finished when I heard someone coming into the tunnel. I thought it was you at first, but I saw them instead. I didn’t recognize them so I figured they were new. They were aware of my relationship with you and decided to try to use me to get you to give them benefits, like better Welfare meals and coupons and stuff. They tried to put me against the wall and the one tried to grab me and that’s when I broke his nose.” You explain. “Oh, and the bigger one had some kind of makeshift knife. Don’t know where he got it or how he made it but I shot it out of his hand.”

Wriothesley stares at the wall, hand idly placed over his mouth, thinking things over in his mind. Theres a long pause before he finally shakes his head, a frustrated sigh leaving him. “I had a feeling those three would be trouble.” He mumbles before looking at you. “You did good, sweetheart. I’m glad you protected yourself. I’m sorry you had to deal with that bullshit.” One of his hands cups your cheek, the familiar cold of his rings soothing.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” You say, leaning into his touch as his thumb rubs back and forth across your skin.

“You say that, but it is, technically.” He responds, remorse glistening in his eyes. No matter what you tell him, you know he’ll blame himself for whatever trouble befalls you in the Fortress. He thinks that since it’s his domain, he should be able to control what happens entirely—but nobody’s that powerful, especially in a land of criminals. “From now on, I’m sending a guard with you when you work on the pipes.” You start to protest but he cuts you off. “It’ll make me feel better. I know you can handle yourself but I’d rather avoid it coming to that if we can.”

“Fine, I guess.” You mutter and he smirks, leaning down to kiss your pouty lips.

He pulls away but just barely, your faces inches apart as he studies you to the point it makes you squirm. “Why didn’t you come to me?” He asks at last.

You fidget with your hands, debating your answer. “I just… I don’t know.. I guess- I guess I just thought it wasn’t a big enough deal. I’d handled it… somewhat.”

He straightens with a huff, hands resting leisurely on his hips and looking down at you. It vaguely makes you feel like a child getting scolded. “Anything’s a big deal when it concerns you. Next time come to me, alright? I need to know about these things, and I’d rather hear it from you than from some lowlifes. Agreed?”

You nod in defeat. “Agreed.”

“Good. Now, it’s late and you’ve had a long day, so you should go back to our room and get some sleep, hm?” He says, tilting your head up with a gentle hold on your chin. “I have some business to take care of but I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

You narrow your eyes at him, having a feeling you know what “business” he means but he merely smiles at you, always refusing to show his hand, even when it’s you. He walks back to his office with you, stopping at the door to give you a kiss on your forehead before you go your separate ways.

Those three men are about to have a very, very bad night.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 4,988 Pairing: Negan Smith x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, after the war, Negan is imprisoned Warnings: language, innuendo (duh, it's Negan), injury, fear and anxiety, frightening scenarios Summary: Returning after the run, Daryl gives Negan a talking to and things between Negan and the reader seem like they may have changed. A/N: oh shit, oh sHIT, OH SHIT Previous part

“Well, here we are again,” you sighed, tugging open the door of Negan’s cell.

“Home, sweet home,” he quipped, staring inside. He rubbed a hand over his short hair briefly, hesitating only for a moment before he stepped inside and turned to stand in the space where the door would soon close. “Can’t exactly say I’m glad to be back.”

You had your own mixed feelings again as you shut the door and the thunk of the heavy metal latch slid into place, securely locking him inside. What would be required for him to truly earn the next step of more freedom? He’d stayed when he could have run. Surely that was something, but uncertainty churned in your stomach. You paused, one of your hands coming to grip one of the bars. You could almost taste the tension like smoke in the air. “I—I just wanted to say—”

“—that you had a fucking amazing time out there with me and you’re completely heartbroken to see it end?” he interrupted, smiling at you. “Oh, and you regret not jumpin’ my bones while you had the chance, of course.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help smiling a little yourself. “I wanted to say thank you. I’m fully aware that the entire situation could’ve been—you could’ve made it much worse. You could’ve left. Hell, you could’ve probably killed me if you wanted to…”

Negan’s expression grew serious. “Like I said before, I don’t want to hurt you. And I have no intention of doing so.”

“Negan, if it came down to me or your freedom—”

“I wouldn’t,” he said strongly. “I already chose to stay, didn’t I? I’m—not even entirely sure why myself,” he laughed dryly. “Might regret that when I’m staring at these same four fuckin’ walls again in a few minutes.”

You felt your cheeks warm with an inexplicable flush again and you had to break the gaze between the two of you. “Well,” you said, dropping your grip on the bar, “thank you, Negan.”

He couldn’t help smiling when you said his name and he leaned forward on the bars now himself at the same moment you drew back. “Have I told you that I love the sound of my name leaving your lips, darlin’? Say it again,” he grinned. “I’m gonna imagine all kinds of scenarios in my head where you’re sayin’ my name as soon as you’re out of here…”

“Stop,” you reprimanded him.

“Aw, come on! You’ve gotta give me a little play here. Was I not a total gentleman on the outside? I kept my hands completely to myself on our dinner date.”

“Dinner date? That’s what you’re going to call heating up MREs while we were trapped in a basement with a mummified dead guy?”

He rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face, chuckling a little. “Yeah! It seems pretty on-brand for the apocalypse. And by the way—don’t think I wasn’t tempted to get a little handsy. You were wearing my spare layer after all, and it’s only natural that I thought about what it’d be like to take it off of you and keep going.”

“Enough, Negan!” you snapped, completely aware that your face had to be bright red from the feeling of the heat washing over you. “Jesus!”

“Too far?” he asked, still grinning.

You ignored him. “Daryl is gonna bring you lunch.”

“Daryl? Wait—why?”

You were already heading toward the door but you turned to look back at him, continuing your progress out with a few backwards steps. You shrugged. “Dunno. He said he wanted a word with you.”

Negan swore under his breath. “Shit… He’s probably gonna give me another lecture.”

You smiled and shrugged. “Probably. I’d behave if I were you, if you ever hope to see four different walls again. I’ll see you this evening.”

“Hey! Wait!” he called after you once more as your hand was on the door. “You should go get that hand looked at. Even if they can’t stitch it, you should make sure it’s not infected! I mean look at the state of the bandage, doll.”

You did glance down at it and it was grey with dirt and dust. “Yeah, alright. I will. I’ll see you this evening, okay?”

It wasn’t long before Daryl came thudding into the room with a tray for Negan. Negan looked up from his seat on his cot and rested his book (one of the ones you’d brought for him) over his knee.

The archer put the tray down and kicked it through the slot a little abruptly, sloshing some of the water out of the cup. Negan cast his eyes up toward Daryl’s scowl. He saw the muscle in his jaw tense. He couldn’t help smiling at him. “Problem?” he asked.

“Might be,” Daryl drawled, crossing his arms, “if ya ain’t careful.”

“Oh, I’m always careful, Daryl,” Negan said, leaning back as if at his ease.

“I saw the way ya were lookin’ at Y/N out there today.”

The smile on Negan’s face faded slowly. “How was I looking?”

“You know how and I know how,” Daryl growled, pointing at him emphatically through the bars.

Negan shrugged and tried to play it off, but his heart was hammering nervously in his chest.

“I dunno what happened out there or what you think is happenin’ with Y/N, but ya better watch yerself, asswipe. If I hear of the slightest thing that’s off, if I suspect any of this ‘good behavior’ shit is an act, tha’s it. It’ll be the end of all your free time outside of these bars. Ya can rot in here for all I care. Ain’t like ya dun deserve to. And if I find out that yer tryin’ to pull some bullshit over on Y/N, if yer tryin’ to manipulate yer way outta this cell—I’ll kill ya myself.” His blue eyes were fierce and sharp and Negan gulped uneasily beneath them.

“Daryl—”

“Nah,” he snapped. “I dun give a shit about a thing ya gotta say. ‘M just warnin’ ya, Negan. Got it?”

Negan licked his lips and nodded. “Yeah. Oh, I’ve got it hotrod,” he said, following it up with a smirk, just to annoy Daryl.

“Good.” And he stalked out.

The day got away from you, mainly from sorting through the supplies, helping with the rationing, and getting yourself cleaned up after the long ordeal outside the walls and a little better rested. It was already evening before you remembered you’d meant to stop into the clinic about your hand. Anyone in the clinic surely would have left for the night already, and since it wasn’t a pressing issue, you decided instead to change the dressing yourself and check in with Siddiq in the morning.

Instead, you got a tray of food ready and headed back down the dim street toward the jail. When the door swung open you saw Negan standing at the small window of his cell, trying to perhaps soak in the last bit of light as the sun went down. He had his small lantern lit already and it cast everything in a warm orange glow. He turned at the sound of your footsteps and greeted you with a small smile before ambling over toward the cell door, hands in his pockets.

“You alright?” you asked, sensing something in the air.

“Peachy, doll,” he said. “Daryl and I had a swell chat earlier.”

You sighed heavily and gave him an apologetic look. “I hope he wasn’t too tough on you. I told him you were a huge help outside the walls.”

“Oh, he just threatened to kill me again is all,” Negan said, sinking down on the floor close to the door, fiddling with the empty water cup on the tray. “No big deal.”

You set his full dinner tray down on the chair beside you and copied his position on the floor outside the bars. “He’s—just protective. We’ve been through a lot together.”

Negan chuckled. “Protective is an understatement,” he said, scratching at his beard thoughtfully, leaning back with his palms on the cold floor. “I can’t blame him though. A guy like me with a history like mine? I probably deserve more than a little threatening.”

You gulped, feeling torn about agreeing with him or not, so you stayed silent. That divided feeling that sat somewhere deep in your chest was becoming familiar. There was a beat of silence and Negan could read worry on your face. He wanted to pull you out of it.

“Hey—you look great, doll,” he said softly. It was almost a whisper.

You glanced up at him, one of your eyebrows arching up in a question. Then you glanced down at yourself and laughed. “I showered and changed into clean clothes. It’s not like I’m in a ballgown, Negan.”

“You don’t need to be. I’d take you covered in walker guts if the opportunity presented itself,” he said with a grin.

You winced. “Gross,” you retorted. “I think you have issues.”

“Unequivocally,” he agreed. “Doesn’t mean what I said isn’t true.”

You shook your head and sighed a little. Over his shoulder, you noticed the book sitting open on his cot. “Which one did you go for?” you asked, nodding toward it.

“Oh, the western, of course. Cowboys and damsels in distress? Shoot-outs? ‘This town ain’t big enough for the both of us?’ Fuck yeah,” he said, glancing back at you, still smiling. “Thanks again, for bringing me those by the way. It’s a big improvement over the one I’ve read fifteen fuckin’ times.”

You hated that you noticed the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled and the deep dimples in his cheeks, nearly hidden in the scruff of his beard. You ducked your head, nodding and trying to clear your throat of the inexplicable tightness that had materialized there. “No problem.” Your eyes landed again on the lunch tray sitting by the slot. You were about to reach for it when you caught sight of the pebbly red shapes still on the plate. You frowned. “You didn’t touch your raspberries,” you said, nodding toward the tray in front of Negan.

“Yeah, actually, I saved them for you,” he said, nodding toward them. “You said they’re your favorite and since the crop was bad this year from the drought... you should have them. You deserve them more than me.” He nudged his tray slightly back toward the slot so you’d be able to reach them if you slipped your hand through.

You looked at him curiously for a moment, a little surprised by this particular consideration, and then reached your hand through to grab one. Before your fingers could touch the ruby red fruit, you let out a small gasp of surprise as Negan’s hand closed softly around yours. He hadn’t moved quickly. On the contrary, it was slow and fluid but you were somehow still shocked by the sudden contact. His touch was warm and gentle. His thumb smoothed over the back of your hand and slipped underneath to your palm. He turned your hand palm up so it rested in his and his thumb traced the lines from your wrist up toward your fingertips then drifted back down and pressed lightly into the concave center of your palm and ghosted up the graceful shape of your thumb. You were frozen, stunned by his touch, your lips slightly parted and your eyes a little wide, a little hesitant and questioning. You felt as if your heart had stopped and your lungs refused to work. You were finally able to tear your eyes from your hand in his, back up to meet his gaze. His expression, his hazel eyes were astonishingly soft.

“‘M sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to startle you. I couldn’t help myself,” he whispered, drawing his hand back from yours. His eyes searched yours, trying to read what you were thinking. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that since I bandaged up that other hand of yours. You have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve really had any human touch?” Your hand hovered in the air for a moment once his fingers left, and Negan picked up the remaining berries and dropped them into your palm. Your skin was still tingling from the contact and you couldn’t be sure if your heart was beating or not.

You blinked, trying to break whatever spell had settled over you, and then hurriedly grabbed his empty tray and got to your feet, nearly stumbling back from the bars.

Negan rose slowly, watching you carefully, suddenly anxious. “You alright, doll? Was that—”

“I’m fine,” you cut him off quickly. “I just—I should go,” you said hastily. You grabbed the tray with his evening meal off the chair beside you and pushed it through the slot where it hit the toes of Negan’s boots.

He nodded, his eyes narrowed as he tried to read what was going on in your head. ��Okay. Hey—before you go, what’d the doc say about your sliced up hand anyway?”

“Oh, uhh—I didn’t get over there today. Just—got busy. I’ll go by in the morning,” you said, already backing out toward the door.

Negan nodded. You looked half-frantic and he felt another pang of anxiety. Perhaps that had been too much… “Y/N—Look, I’m sorry if that was—”

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m fine! It’s all fine,” you said hurriedly, your heart racing now. You felt slightly light-headed.

“Are you sure? Because I think you turned those raspberries into jam,” Negan said, glancing down at your hand and there was red juice dripping out between your fingers and dotting the floor. In the low light, you could’ve mistaken it for blood.

“Shit,” you swore, looking at the remnants in your hand. “Fuck me, what a mess… I—I’ll clean that up… later.”

Negan watched, perplexed and worried as you hurriedly left without another word, his brow furrowed heavily over his hazel eyes. Fuck. Had he royally fucked up? Maybe he’d be seeing Daryl sooner rather than later…

_ _ _ _ _ _

You’d hardly slept. You were overwhelmed by what you’d felt when Negan had simply held your hand in his, had run his fingers over the underside of your wrist and across the back of your hand. Your stomach was churning and you were unsettled all night, tossing and turning on your mattress and staring up at the ceiling watching the shadows change while sleep evaded you.

Fuck. This was a mess. What the fuck were you thinking? No—better question: what the fuck were you feeling? This was Negan. The man who had psychologically tormented your entire group, who had wielded the bat and murdered two of your beloved family members in front of you, who had tortured Daryl and nearly starved your community, who had ordered his men to shoot your people with poisoned arrowd.

But another voice answered. He’s not the same though, is he? He’s not him. Not anymore. You know he’s different.

It doesn’t matter. He still did all those things.

It does matter. Or do you not believe in redemption? In rehabilitation? In hope? If there’s no chance of redemption, shouldn’t you all have just killed him after the war? Why keep him alive now if there’s no future for him even if he is changed?

Fuck!

You kicked the covers off and rubbed your hands over your face as you sat up on the edge of the bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You looked down at the bandage on your hand and remembered his concern outside the walls, not just for himself but for you. And he stayed. Surely that meant something.

Fuck.

You headed into the bathroom and poured some water into the basin, splashing it as best you could over your face with your uninjured hand. Better just start the day. Sleep wasn’t coming. You just needed to put what you felt, whatever that was that you felt, aside and do your job. Compartmentalize. You could do that. Right? You were wracked with self-doubt. Maybe you should stop before this went any farther… Maybe you should go back to Michonne and Daryl and tell them—tell them… what? That you somehow were developing feelings for Negan? Fuck. No. No, you couldn’t do that. You could handle this. It wasn’t a big deal. It was one touch. You could compartmentalize. It’d all be fine…

Your train of thought was interrupted by a throbbing in your injured hand and you were grateful it gave you something else to focus on. Right. You’d better get it checked out. You pulled on some clothes and headed for the clinic.

The door was unlocked, which was a good sign that at least someone was in. You heard movement from the back as you walked in and Dante called out, “I’ll be right there!” from somewhere among the supply shelves.

You paced around for a moment and finally settled against a nearby exam table. He came breezing out in his white coat with a clipboard in his hand and greeted you with a smile.

“Sorry about that! Inventory, you know? Still my least favorite chore, but pretty important nowadays. So, what brings you in?”

“Oh, um, is Siddiq here by chance?” you asked. You knew Siddiq well from the council and generally were more comfortable with him.

Dante clicked his tongue. “He’s not in yet. Between the two of us, I’m the earlier riser so I usually come in first. Must be left over from my time in the military,” he explained with a good-natured smile. “If you’d like to come back later today, he’ll be in for sure. Otherwise, I’m happy to help now if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s no big deal. We’re just close from the council and everything. Thought I’d say hi. I’d rather just get it looked at, I guess. It’s just this gash on my hand from the run the other day and I just figured I should get it checked out and make sure it’s not infected or anything.”

“Alright,” he said, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. “Let’s take a look.” You started to unwrap the bandage as he set out a few items. “What’d you cut it on?” he asked.

“A sharp corner or something on a metal bracket,” you said.

“Oof,” he said, peeling off the last bit of gauze as the injury came into view. “Got yourself pretty good there! Well, let’s clean it up and have a look. This may sting a bit.”

“We flushed it out and cleaned it after it happened. It did take a while for it to stop bleeding. I was worried it'd need stitches.”

“I’m not surprised! It’s pretty deep!” he said, tossing aside the used alcohol swabs. “Any pain still? I mean, when you aren’t bumping it or trying to use this hand?” he asked, giving you a knowing look.

You shrugged. “Maybe a bit. It’s throbbing a little this morning. It’s not infected, is it?”

He examined it more closely and finally sighed and shook his head. “I don't think you have an infection, no, but it does look a little inflamed and irritated. You should be taking it easy with this,” he instructed you. “Try to limit use while it’s healing. And I’m gonna give you some anti-inflammatory pain meds that should help with any discomfort and the swelling—”

“Oh, no. Really, it’s not bad. I’m fine,” you tried to argue.

He smiled and shook his head. “Always having to act like a badass, Y/N. You and Daryl! Never taking medical advice,” he laughed. “Come on. Doctor’s orders,” he said. “I’ll be right back with them. Trust me. It’ll help.” He returned quickly with a cup of water and a couple pills for you.

You relented, seeing that he was going to insist, and took them before he re-dressed your hand.

“Big plans today?” he asked, skillfully finishing the bandaging with clean dressings.

You shook your head. “No. The usual. I need to head over to get Negan’s breakfast to him.”

“Good. That shouldn’t be too strenuous on the hand,” he laughed. “Alright. All finished up. Do you want me to let Siddiq know you were looking for him?” he asked, pulling off his gloves.

You waved him off. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m sure we’ll bump into each other soon. Thanks for your help.”

“No problem. And I mean it, take it easy with that hand! Let it heal up! Come back and see me if you have any more problems.” You waved goodbye to Dante and thanked him once more before you left. Alexandria was just starting to wake up, and you headed to grab a few things from the pantry and prepared something to take down to Negan. You wondered if he was even awake yet. He hadn’t slept while you’d been outside the walls. He might be sleeping still. Maybe you should wait… The sun was just streaking the morning sky with pinks and oranges. Your stomach flipped as you again thought of what had happened last night and you did your best to swallow down your anxiety. Were you just trying to postpone seeing him? You groaned internally at yourself.

Fuck it. What did it matter if he was awake or not? You had his damn breakfast ready you might as well just drop it off.

You unlocked the outside door and pushed inside. Turns out, he was already awake, laying on his back on his cot and bouncing a tennis ball off the wall and catching it on the rebound. He sat up hastily as you came in and looked at you hesitantly, like he was trying to read your expression carefully.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hi,” you returned. You set the full tray down on the chair outside his cell and retrieved the one sitting empty from the night before. Negan got up and slowly wandered toward the bars, tossing the tennis ball back and forth between his hands. You swapped out the empty tray for the one with his breakfast on it and straightened up, surprised to see him maybe a little over a mere foot from you, separated only by the bars. His eyes were flickering over your face and his expression was heavy and serious. You cleared your throat and gulped. “What?” you asked nervously.

“I just wanted to say—about last night—”

You lifted a hand to cut him off. “Negan—”

“—if that was too much or too sudden or—I’m sorry if—”

“Negan, let’s just forget about it,” you said, crossing your arms and avoiding his brilliantly hazel eyes.

He stopped trying to talk over you and licked his lips, pursing them thoughtfully for a moment. Your posture was guarded, but he forged ahead anyway. “Is that what you want? To forget about it?”

“What?”

He shrugged. “Is that what you want?” he asked again.

Just answer. Why couldn’t you get the answer out. Just say ‘yes.’ “I—”

His eyes were still flickering between yours and then journeying down to your lips. Your heart started to pound in your chest. “It’s just a simple question, doll. If that’s what you want—” he shrugged, “then we’ll forget about it.”

You were trying to answer, trying to dredge up a response when you suddenly felt dizzy and lifted a hand to your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt sick. You felt off. Something wasn’t right.

“…Doll?”

You reached out to grip one of the bars of Negan’s cell to steady yourself. It felt like the floor was slanting.

“Hey, hey—look at me, darlin’. What’s going on?”

You shook your head in an attempt to clear the growing fog. “I—I don’t know. I feel—dizzy and—”

Negan’s alarm increased as all the color seemed to drain from your face in an instant. “Hey, why don’t you sit down? You don’t look so good. Y/N? Can you hear me?”

Negan’s voice sounded like it was coming out of a drain in another room. It was warped and muffled and your equilibrium seemed to have all but disappeared. You were having a hard time keeping your eyes open and staying on your feet. The whole room was tilting.

“Hey! Y/N? Talk to me! Can you hear me? Sit down! You look like you’re about to faint! Look at me, darlin’!”

But Negan watched with horror as your body suddenly went limp and you pitched forward. He did what he could to try to stop your fall through the bars, but there wasn’t much he could do. He was in no position to be able to support you as you fell. Despite his best efforts, your head collided with a bar near the bottom of his cell and then you lay still on your stomach, crumpled on the floor.

“Oh, fuck! Shit! Y/N?” Negan shoved his tray out of the way and knelt down, reaching through the bars to caress your hair away from your face and lightly pat your cheek in an attempt to rouse you. “Y/N, you’ve gotta wake up, doll! Come on! Wake up! Open those beautiful eyes and look at me!” He gently lifted your head and his stomach clenched as he saw blood running down the side of your face and dripping onto the floor. “Open your eyes, darlin’! Look at me! Come on!” There was no response from you, no sign that you could hear him or were at all coming back to consciousness. “Fuck! Fuck!!” he growled, panicked, looking around for something to help—but how could he? He was locked in a fucking cell.

That’s it! Keys! You had to have your keys! Maybe he could get them and get out and help you—get you to help. He was about to start patting your pockets when he caught sight of them out of the corner of his eye sitting on the seat of the chair outside his cell, well out of reach.

“Fuck!” He hung his head, his mind spinning frantically. “Y/N? Come on, you’ve gotta wake up!” He gently shook you by your shoulder, but still, you didn’t rouse. He trained his eyes on your back and could at least see that your breathing seemed steady, if a little shallow. He was afraid to move you too much. He rushed to the small window. “HEY! HELP! WE NEED HELP IN HERE!” he roared as loud as he could, banging on the glass, but unless someone happened to walk by, there was little hope of anyone hearing him through the thick pane. The window was shut and locked up tightly. “FUCK!”

“Okay… Okay,” he breathed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Keys. I have to get the keys… what can I—what can I use?” He stood and searched his cell. He had nothing. He had nothing that could reach… He needed something long enough to reach the chair and it wasn’t like he had a walking stick or wire hangers or even a goddamn belt in his cell. His eyes finally settled on his cot. He quickly snatched the wool blanket off the top and ran back to the bars. He extended his arm out between two of the bars as far as he could and flipped the blanket up onto the seat of the chair. It landed on his empty evening tray which you’d set aside there. He pulled back slowly and the tray moved slightly before the blanket slid off. The keys were still sitting behind the tray near the back edge of the seat. He had to be careful not to knock them off the back… if he did, it’d be completely hopeless.

He tried again with the blanket, frantically. And again. And again. And, finally, the tray fell to the floor with a clatter, but your heavy ring of keys was sitting stubbornly still.

He constantly stopped and checked on you, called your name, smoothed his hand over your hair, and tried to wake you. But you stayed totally still, unconscious. He grabbed another blanket off his bed and cushioned your head but was too afraid to try to move you much more.

He returned to the wool blanket and had just flicked it onto the chair again when the outside door pushed in. Negan froze and looked up at the figure that had just entered. At first, he felt a wash of relief. “Hey—doc! You’ve gotta help her. She just collapsed—fainted or something,” he said, straightening up. “It wasn’t me, I swear. I don't know what the hell happened.” He dropped his blanket by his side and gripped onto the bars, his voice and expression urgent.

But Dante didn’t rush into action. Instead, he stared down at your crumpled figure on the floor and then casually checked the time on his watch. Negan looked on, confused, as Dante smiled.

“What the hell are you doing?” Negan demanded. "You're suppose to help her!"

“She’s right on time,” Dante said, casually pacing forward to stand over you.

Negan’s teeth clenched together. “Aren’t you going to help her?!” he asked, incredulous.

Dante only laughed, a chilling sound, and walked over to the chair, scooping up your ring of keys off the seat. “Were you trying for these?” he asked, jingling them at Negan.

Negan stared back, a heavy shadow falling over his face. “Yeah,” he nodded. “I was.”

[carattaca]

bad influence

paring: chan x reader

synopsis: in which chan is a bad influence. but not in the way you think.

words: lol idk

warnings: a tiny bit of angst, kissing, very brief mentions of alcohol

a/n: back after a long time and wanted to write something based off of seventeen’s ‘bad influence’ cause that song is tewwww good (they need to release it rn pls 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️).

The air is thick with music, bass thrumming through the walls of the dimly lit house. Bodies move in tandem, laughter spills over the rim of red plastic cups, and the golden hue of fairy lights casts everything in a hazy glow.

The scent of something sweet—maybe vanilla body spray , maybe spilled soda—mingles with the faint sting of alcohol.

You weren’t sure why you came.

Well, that’s a lie.

You knew exactly why you came.

Lee Chan—Dino to most, but always Chan to you—had texted you an hour before:

Chan: hey, you coming to the party? A simple message. But one that held much weight.

Because lately, Chan had become a bad influence on you.

Not in the usual sense—not in a reckless, dangerous way—but in the way he made you feel. He wasn’t supposed to be someone you lingered on. He wasn’t supposed to be the reason you dressed up a little extra, the reason your heart did that stupid thing where it flipped in your chest whenever he looked at you a second too long.

You were mutual friends. That was all.

You weren’t even sure when things started shifting, when his playful teasing started feeling… different. When his lingering touches—hands resting on your waist as he squeezed past, fingers brushing your wrist when he handed you a drink—started feeling intentional.

And yet, here you were.

You weave through the crowd, eyes scanning the room until they land on him.

Chan is leaned against the counter, red cup in hand, mid-conversation with a friend. He looks good—he always does—but something about the way he’s dressed tonight makes your stomach flutter. A black button-up, slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Casual, but effortlessly attractive.

The worst part is, he knows it.

As if he senses your gaze, he glances up—and there it is. That familiar glint in his eyes when he looks at you.

His lips curl into a slow smirk.

You avert your eyes and look away, pretending to be more interested in the drink station beside you. But it’s too late—he’s already making his way over, and you can feel the shift in the air.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come.” His voice is low, teasing.

You glance at him, feigning indifference. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugs, his smirk widening. “Dunno. Maybe you’re avoiding me.”

The accusation hangs in the air between you.

You scoff, bringing your cup to your lips. “Why would I avoid you?”

“Good question.” Chan leans in just slightly, close enough that you can catch the faint scent of his cologne. “Maybe because you don’t trust yourself around me.”

The words make your breath hitch, but you recover quickly, narrowing your eyes. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He grins. “Maybe. But I’m not wrong.”

You hate how he makes you feel.

Because he is right.

Chan isn’t just any friend—he’s the kind of person you could fall for too easily. And that terrifies you.

Someone turns up the volume, and the room shifts. People start moving to the music, the energy in the space growing more electric. Chan tilts his head toward the center of the room.

“Dance with me.”

It’s not really a question.

You hesitate. “I don’t know…”

He tugs your wrist gently, coaxing. “Come on. One song.”

One song. That’s how it always starts.

You know better—but when it comes to Chan, you always make bad decisions.

The music is slow but rhythmic, and when you step onto the makeshift dance floor, Chan pulls you in effortlessly.

It’s dangerous, being this close to him.

His hands find your waist, guiding you through the beat, and it feels… natural. Too natural. You can hear the faintest exhale when your hands settle on his shoulders, when your fingers curl slightly into the fabric of his shirt.

His grip tightens—not enough for anyone else to notice, but just enough for you to feel it.

You don’t speak. You just move.

And it’s intoxicating.

The song changes, but neither of you step away.

It’s reckless.

It’s stupid.

But then he leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice barely above a whisper.

“You should stop looking at me like that.”

Like what? Like you want him? Like you hate how much you want him? Like you don’t know how to stop?

You don’t answer.

Instead, you do the worst thing possible.

You let yourself get closer.

Chan exhales sharply when your fingers graze the back of his neck, and his hold on your waist tightens.

It’s not innocent anymore.

You can feel the shift, the unspoken understanding that if either of you lean in just a little more, there’s no coming back from it.

But then someone bumps into you, and the moment shatters.

You blink, stepping back quickly, your pulse racing.

Chan stares at you for a second longer, something unreadable in his expression. But then he schools it away, rolling his shoulders back with a smirk.

“You’re a bad influence, you know that?” His voice is light, but there’s something deeper beneath it.

You let out a breathless laugh. “That’s my line.”

You don’t dance with him again that night.

You keep your distance, pretending like that moment never happened. But you can still feel the weight of it—his hands on your waist, the way his breath had tickled your skin, the way he had looked at you like he already knew the answer to a question you weren’t ready to ask.

And you know he feels it too.

The party blurs on without you. Conversations mix together, laughter swells, and yet, you feel like you’re somewhere else entirely.

At some point, you find yourself outside, leaning against the balcony railing. The night air is sharp against your skin, grounding you in a way nothing else has. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the pull of him.

But then, as if the universe is playing some cruel joke, Chan finds you again.

“Running away?” His voice is soft, but there’s an edge to it.

You don’t turn. “Just needed some air.”

A beat of silence. Then, footsteps. He steps beside you, close enough that his shoulder almost brushes yours.

“You gonna pretend that didn’t happen?” he asks.

You swallow. “Shouldn’t we?”

He exhales sharply. “You always do this.”

You finally look at him. “Do what?”

“Act like nothing’s happening between us.”

The words settle between you, thick and undeniable. Your pulse quickens.

Because there it is. The confirmation you’ve been avoiding.

The tension between you is suffocating. The glow of the party inside flickers across his face, and you can see it in his expression—the frustration, the longing, the way he’s barely holding himself back.

“You keep running from this,” he says, voice quieter now. “From me.”

Your breath catches. “Chan…”

He steps closer. Not enough to touch, but close enough that you can feel his warmth.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything,” he murmurs. “But stop pretending.”

He’s right there. Right in front of you.

And you should walk away. You should take a step back, make the smart choice, pretend this night never happened.

But you don’t.

Instead, you do the worst thing possible.

You kiss him.

It happens fast—his breath hitches just before your lips press against his, and for half a second, the world stops. Then, he’s kissing you back, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him.

It’s reckless.

It’s a mistake.

But it doesn’t feel like one.

His fingers dig into your hips, and your hands find the collar of his shirt, anchoring yourself against the rush of it all. The kiss is deep, urgent, like the both of you have been holding back for far too long. Like this was inevitable.

When you finally break apart, you’re both breathless. His forehead rests against yours, and for a moment, neither of you move.

You should regret it.

But you don’t.

Chan exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Told you. You’re a bad influence.”

You let out a shaky breath, lips tingling. “Shut up.”

He grins, but there’s something in his eyes—something that says this isn’t over.

And deep down, you know.

You’re past the point of pretending now.

There’s no going back.

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[halosdiary]

West Coast Shotgun | Stoner!Choso x Reader | 呪術廻戦

a/n: sorry for the inactivity, I'll post more of my kinktober stuff later on this week, but this one in particular is for my birthday. 🎂

wc: 2.2k

contains: weed usage, kissing, stoner shenanigans.

Choso was the definition of laid-back. With his messy hair, half-lidded eyes, and a perpetual calmness that made the world seem like it was moving just a bit slower around him, he was an easy-going soul. He had a reputation around town for always being chill, always having a joint handy, and always being up for an adventure, no matter how random or ridiculous.

And that’s how you found yourself falling for him. You didn’t think much of it at first — just a friend of a friend you’d hang out with from time to time. But there was something about the way he saw the world, the way he could turn the most mundane of moments into something unforgettable, that made you want to spend more and more time with him.

One evening, the two of you were lounging at his place, the air thick with the scent of weed and incense. You’d started watching a movie, but halfway through, neither of you were paying attention. Instead, you were laughing about something stupid — maybe the way Choso had tried (and failed) to make popcorn in the microwave, resulting in a blackened, inedible mess.

He took a long drag from the joint and passed it to you, his lips curling into that familiar lopsided grin.

“What do you want to do tonight?”

You exhaled, the smoke swirling lazily in the dim light.

“I dunno, something fun? Something… random.”

Choso’s eyes lit up. “Say no more.”

In typical Choso fashion, "random" turned into an impromptu late-night grocery store trip — but not for anything practical. No, the two of you spent the next half-hour wandering the aisles, giggling as you grabbed the most absurd combinations of items you could find. Marshmallows? Check. Frozen waffles? Check. A 10-pound bag of rice for no reason whatsoever? Of course.

As you walked through the aisles, Choso pointed at a box of cereal with cartoon characters on the front and gasped dramatically.

“I used to love this stuff,” he said, grabbing the box. “We’re definitely getting it.”

You laughed, knowing full well you had no intention of eating any of it, but that wasn’t the point. This was about the experience — about the shenanigans.

Back at Choso’s place, the two of you dumped your spoils on the living room floor and set about creating the most chaotic snack spread you’d ever seen. He mixed the cereal with marshmallows and pretzels, while you tried (and failed) to make waffle sandwiches with peanut butter and bananas.

It was all a mess — an absolute disaster of mismatched flavors and weird textures — but you didn’t care. You were both sitting on the floor, surrounded by the aftermath of your culinary chaos, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. Choso had that blissed-out, carefree smile that made you feel like everything was right with the world.

At some point, between bites of a particularly awful combination of marshmallows and rice crackers, Choso leaned over and brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face. His hand lingered for a moment, his thumb gently grazing your cheek, and for the first time that night, the laughter died down.

“You’re kind of amazing, you know that?” he said, his voice low and warm.

There was a sincerity in his words that caught you off guard. Choso wasn’t usually the type to get all sentimental — he preferred to show how he felt in quieter, subtler ways. But in that moment, with his red-rimmed eyes and soft smile, you could see that he meant it.

Your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze, feeling the warmth in his touch, the ease in the way he was with you.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, grinning as you leaned into his hand.

He leaned in, and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, soft and tasting faintly of the marshmallow mix you’d been snacking on. The kiss was slow and lazy, just like everything about him, but there was something more behind it — something deeper.

When he pulled away, you both sat there for a moment, a comfortable silence falling between you. The world outside could’ve been spinning out of control, but with Choso, it always felt like you had all the time in the world.

“So,” he said after a while, his voice teasing, “ready for round two of our gourmet experiment?”

You groaned, playfully swatting his arm. “Only if you promise not to make me eat any more of your weird creations.”

He laughed, pulling you into his arms. “Deal. But no promises about the next adventure.”

With Choso, you knew there would always be another adventure — another wild, unpredictable night of shenanigans. And you couldn’t wait.

The evening continued to spiral into delightful chaos as you and Choso sat cross-legged on his living room floor, surrounded by the remnants of your grocery store loot. Your snack creations had grown increasingly ridiculous, with neither of you caring about how they tasted anymore. It was more about the fun, the banter, and the easy flow of laughter that bounced between the two of you.

“Alright, hear me out,” Choso said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he held up a frozen waffle. “What if… I dip this in chocolate milk?”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back a laugh. “Choso, that’s… actually disgusting.”

“Disgustingly genius,” he corrected, dipping the waffle into the glass with zero hesitation. He took a bite, his face scrunching up immediately. “Okay, maybe not my best idea.”

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as Choso grimaced, chewing through the soggy waffle. He was shameless, as always, and you loved that about him. He didn’t care if things went wrong or if something was ridiculous — he just lived in the moment, fully embracing whatever madness came his way.

Still giggling, you threw a marshmallow at him. It hit his chest, bouncing off and landing in his lap. “You’re unbelievable.”

Choso smiled lazily, his eyes soft as he looked at you. “But you like it.”

You paused for a moment, your heart skipping just a little. He wasn’t wrong. In fact, he was the exact kind of unbelievable that you’d grown to adore. With Choso, everything felt lighter, easier, like life didn’t have to be so serious all the time.

“Maybe I do,” you teased back, though your voice was a little quieter, a little more sincere. You could feel the atmosphere shifting, the laughter giving way to something warmer, deeper. The comfortable silence that followed was charged with a new energy, one that made your pulse quicken in a way you hadn’t quite expected.

Choso leaned back on his hands, gazing at you with that relaxed but focused look he sometimes got when the world around him seemed to fade. “You know, I’ve never met anyone like you. You just… get me.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. He wasn’t usually one to talk about feelings directly, preferring to express himself in small gestures, in moments of shared silence or laughter. But now, his voice was soft, serious even, and it sent a warmth spreading through your chest.

“Well, you’re not exactly hard to understand,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, but your voice betrayed you. There was a tenderness in the air that you couldn’t deny.

Choso smiled, the corners of his lips lifting just slightly, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. You watched him, the way the dim light cast shadows across his face, the way his dark hair fell into his eyes, the way he looked at you like there was no one else in the world.

He leaned in just a little, his voice soft but teasing. “You sure about that? Because I’m kind of a mystery.”

You laughed, the tension easing, but it was still there, simmering just beneath the surface. “Oh yeah? A mystery wrapped in… what, a cloud of smoke?”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Exactly.”

There was a pause then, one that stretched just a little too long, and your heart began to race. You weren’t sure who moved first — maybe it was him, maybe it was you — but suddenly the space between you felt smaller, closer. You could see the way his gaze flickered down to your lips for just a second before meeting your eyes again, a question lingering there.

The world around you seemed to blur, the silly snacks, the laughter, the mess of the evening fading into the background. All that was left was Choso, sitting so close you could feel the warmth radiating off him, the smell of incense and weed hanging in the air.

“Choso…” you began, but your voice trailed off as he leaned in, his hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was light, almost hesitant, as if testing the waters.

And then, before you could think or say anything more, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft, unhurried, like everything with Choso. His lips tasted faintly of chocolate and something else, something that was just him. It wasn’t rushed or intense, but it was filled with warmth, with the easygoing affection that defined him. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing lightly against your cheek as he kissed you slowly, like there was no hurry, no pressure.

You melted into it, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, feeling the tension of the moment dissolve into something entirely different — something tender, something that had been building between you for a while now, even if neither of you had spoken it aloud.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and the two of you stayed like that for a moment, your breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. His eyes were still closed, and a soft smile tugged at his lips.

“Finally,” he murmured, his voice low and amused. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

Your heart was still racing, but you smiled, brushing your fingers against the back of his neck. “So have I.”

Choso chuckled, pulling you a little closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as you leaned into him, the two of you sitting there in the middle of your chaotic snack spread, tangled together in the warmth of the moment.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the chaos of the night forgotten as the warmth of the moment lingered. Choso’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back, his steady breathing lulling you into a state of blissful calm.

“You know,” he mumbled, his voice soft and a little sleepy, “I think we make a pretty good team.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath you. “Oh yeah? You think our marshmallow-waffle disaster says something profound about us?”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his body. “Nah, not the food. I just mean… everything. We just work, you know?”

And he was right. Somehow, in all the randomness and ridiculousness that came with being around Choso, everything felt natural, easy. Even in the messes — both literal and figurative — there was a sense of comfort you’d never really had with anyone else.

You shifted so you could look up at him, your hand resting against his chest. His half-lidded eyes met yours, and there was something so genuine, so real in the way he looked at you. “Yeah, we do,” you agreed softly, letting the words settle between you.

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, the world outside irrelevant. Everything that mattered was right here, in this simple, quiet moment. Choso's hand came up to gently run through your hair, and you closed your eyes, savoring the tenderness in his touch.

Eventually, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head. “Let’s do this more often,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled against him. “What, make disastrous snacks?”

He laughed quietly. “No, idiot. Just… this. You and me. Whatever happens, wherever we end up.” There was a vulnerability in his tone that caught you off guard — a rare glimpse into the part of Choso that wasn’t always so easygoing and carefree.

Your heart swelled at his words, and you snuggled closer to him, feeling a sense of peace you hadn’t even realized you’d been searching for. “Yeah,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “I’d like that.”

The rest of the night passed in a contented haze. You stayed curled up together, talking about everything and nothing at all, your hands tangled together as if you’d been holding onto each other forever.

Eventually, you both drifted off to sleep, the chaos of your snack adventure still scattered around the room, but neither of you cared. Because, in that moment, you had everything you needed.

And maybe that was the thing about Choso. Life with him wasn’t about grand gestures or perfectly planned moments. It was about the little things — the laughter, the shenanigans, the quiet moments shared between the chaos. It was messy, and unexpected, and sometimes ridiculous.

But it was real. And it was yours.

And as you fell asleep in his arms, you knew that whatever came next, you and Choso would face it together, with the same laid-back attitude and the same goofy smile that made everything feel right in the world.

TAGLIST: @ryomens-vixen @littlemochabunni @blkkizzat @buttercupblu143 @lowkeyremi @yung-notorious @arlerts-angel @honeeslust @nkogneatho @hoshigray

[strawberrystepmom]

gojo and f!reader are in a semi established relationship aka idiots in love. reader is wearing lipstick, a bit suggestive at the end but otherwise fluffy nonsense. wc 1.1k.

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune!!

“Honey, I’m home!”

Satoru’s bellow makes you laugh, shaking your head while he plops down next to you on the floor after shrugging his coat off and leaving his boots at the door. Your knees touch his and you try to distance yourself but he puts his hand on your thigh to keep you in place. Being in the student dorms always makes you skittish when he’s around, afraid to be exposed despite the fact the two of you are together being surprising to absolutely no one given how badly Gojo wants the two of you to be caught.

He looks around the room, it looks slightly different than it was when the two of you were still in school and sharing these meals with your then sensei Yaga.

“Where are your kids?”

You shrug, setting out the ingredients for the requested meal of the night - oden - on top of the kotatsu your feet rest beneath. You dismissed your group of four students an hour ago after completing your assigned mission for the day with the promise of returning to the dorms by six if you let them have fun in the city. It’s reaching 5:30 now and they have yet to appear but you don’t sweat it, certain if danger had arrived they’d be quick to let you know. 

“Dunno, where are yours?”

“They’ll be here soon, I think Fushiguro wanted to spend some more time sparring and you know how that goes. He’s such a perfectionist.”

Smiling, you turn to look at Satoru for the first time all day and find him already gazing at you. His eyes fall to your lips, painted a pretty brick red, and he raises his brows with a hum. Immediately, the gears start to turn in his head and you shake your own, certain of what he’s thinking. 

“What?” You ask, pressing your lips together to hide a blossoming smirk. The distance between your bodies closes, knees now touching fully when he slides closer to you and rests his head on your shoulder. You cup his face and playfully squeeze his jaw and cheek, raising your eyebrows. 

“What, Satoru?”

Honestly, you planned on wiping the lipstick off long before he laid eyes on you to avoid this exact situation from occurring. You’re well aware that wearing anything on your lips is practically catnip to the man staring at them and he doesn’t have to speak to make his intentions clear, his face inching ever closer to your lips.

“What’s that all about?” 

His eyes dart toward your lips and you roll yours in return, shifting to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Chuckling, he hums victoriously but the joy is short lived when he hears you mutter under your breath after spotting the trace of red left behind. You rush to wipe it away with his thumb but it makes it worse, a red smudge blooming from the side of his mouth and across his lips.

“Shit,” you mutter again, licking your thumb and rubbing it across his lips. He tries to capture the digit between his teeth but you withdraw it quickly enough that he can’t, your face set in a displeased frown while he blinks up at you. 

“Here,” his hands reach up for your face and cup either side of it. You assume he’s going to tell you to smile like he usually does when your brows furrow like this but instead he takes advantage of the position, holding your face in place and kissing you fully on the mouth. You try to push him off but eventually give in, letting his tongue dance at the seam of your lips, only stopping when you hear the voices of your students entering the door to their accommodations.

Backing away, you gasp again now that his mouth is covered with red. 

“Satoru,” you whine and he chuckles, wiping his sleeve over his mouth and letting the red stain his white shirt. 

“Satoruuuu,” he whines back, exaggerated and high pitched to mock your tone. You swat at him but stop yourself spotting your students from around his shoulder. Plastering a smile on your face, the four of them blink at you incredulously after they get a good look at the red smudged around your mouth.

“Uh, sensei, you have a little…” 

Yuuta trails off, pointing to his mouth and your face heats, pressing one of the napkins on the table in front of you to your lips and wiping off all of your lipstick. Shooting Gojo a look, you silently beg him not to turn around and greet the kids but he ignores you completely, flashing his megawatt grin smudged with brick red at the four of them.

“She’s making odon, just like you asked for.”

His tone is easy going but the students hesitate to join the two of you at the kotatsu, their faces twisted in varying degrees of disbelief. Again, it’s hardly a secret that the two of you are together or whatever you are but it’s shocking to see it play out in front of them. You’ve always tried to be discreet but Satoru makes it almost impossible, his need to prove to the world that you are his and he is yours is stronger than his sense most of the time.

“We can give you two some privacy.” Maki states flatly and you shake your head, patting the ground next to you.

The door to the building opens and now Satoru’s students bound through the entryway and into the common area, Yuuji laughing when he catches sight of his red lipstick marked sensei.

“You have a little…” he repeats the same motion as Yuuta despite never seeing it and you groan in frustration, Satoru chuckling and wiping his sleeve over his mouth again. He shrugs and claps his hand on your back, the two of you caught literally red mouthed and unable to find the words to say to explain yourselves. 

“Can you guys come sit down and eat?” 

Hearing the irritation in your voice, replacing your usual plentiful patience, all seven of the students nearly trip over themselves to take their places around the kotatsu, picking up packages of ingredients to help you open and place them around the setting area. As they pick up their own conversations and arguments, you shift your gaze toward Satoru again and he looks down at you with a wink.

“We’ll discuss this later.”

You reach up and pinch his ear and he puckers his lips to blow you a tiny kiss. Making a show of ignoring the motion, you roll your eyes and he chuckles to himself.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

[1-800-rh]

(Haven’t written in a few years so my writing skills have diminished over the years but promise to get back into it ! Also this is the first chapter to my book Insanity on wattpad . Enjoy <3 )

Rodrick Heffley X Fem!Reader

LIFE WASN'T PERFECT, Y/n definitely made it all feel better. Just a hug from her or a simple 'hello' was enough to make him flushed. He would deny it to anyone who asked but deep down he always did have a crush on Y/n . Their parents had lived next to one another since way before either teenager was born. It made the rough days easier for Rodrick as when he would argue with his parents, he'd climb Y/n's side of the house & up to her room.

"There's my Romeo." She would say . He would just roll his eyes & enter her room. She knew exactly what it meant when he'd climb through her window . Rodrick only did this when he didn't want the altercations to get physical. Tonight was a little more different. Y/n said her usual sentence as she pushed the window up, but this time Rodrick ignored her. She sucked on the inside of her cheek as she watched him throw himself on the purple bean bag directly from her bed.

"Was I interrupting anything?" She shook her head & eyed the open textbooks on her bed . "Nope. I was simply going over my notes, nothing important." He tapped his drumsticks against his thighs & let out an exasperated sigh. "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

She chuckled & took her spot on the bed again. "No , i'm being serious. It wasn't anything too important." Y/n closed her books & set them to the side - the floor side of her bed. "What happened tonight?" She let the question linger for a couple of minutes before regretting it as it just roamed in the air. "It was just a stupid argument about my bandmate , Bill. I swear it's like they don't ever listen or care what I have to say."

"Maybe it's in their best intentions that they don't li-"

"You sound just like Greg." He said. Y/n sunk in her spot , arms crossed on her chest. "If it's not Manny or Greg saying something they don't care. It's whatever. The moment my band makes its big break , i'm skipping town." He rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he eyed the girl across from him.

Maybe it was his teenage mentality that he thought that everything was shit or that life sucked . Maybe he was right & his parents only put on this facade to display to the rest of the world that they were the perfect all america family . Maybe it was the pathway he took that made his parents so disappointed that they rarely mind him any attention. But no one knew the reality , unless it was the Heffley's.

Y/n brought her knees to her chest , resting her head against them. "I'm sorry to hear that . Truly I am. Um...on the topic of your band , have you decided what songs you're gonna perform for the rock festival this year ?" She said.

"Bill & Drew were thinking we should perform Projectile Diarrhea Diper but I dunno. I think it's too soft for the festival." He finally stood up to stretch his legs , Y/n lifting her head up to watch him. "I think you guys will be amazing no matter the song. I'll make a sign that says 'I Heart Löded Diper' & scream at the top of my lungs when you guys are up."

Rodrick chuckled & began fiddling with the bracelets he wore. "Oh god ." He said. Y/n gave him a sly smile & jumped out of bed . Though he swore to kill anyone who hugged him, he only allowed her to do so . She didn't know it but she was his safety net & he felt as if he could count on Y/n no matter what.

"Do you wanna spend the night ?"

"Can I ? Do your pa-"

"They're out of town . They've been out of town for the past three weeks . Beats being alone in the house to be honest." She said. Y/n bent over to open the lowest drawer on her dresser , revealing to Rodrick all the clothes she had neatly folded for him from every time he spent the night.

As she was distracted, Rodrick couldn't help but stare at her ass ; he turned a beet red when she caught him staring but refused to say anything as she thought he was staring at something else. " You can help yourself to the 'Rodrick' drawer I keep for you. "

"Stalker much?"

"Fine by me, I'll more than gladly toss all your clothes you've left in MY room . More room for my actual clothes ." She batted her eye lashes in an egotistic fashion. Rodrick threw his arms in defeat - giving an obvious eye-roll - before pulling out his plaid pajamas & a random black shirt that once may have been a band tee but the words were barely visible.

She watched him fix up a little bed area on the side of her bed , though they had shared the bed multiple times, he felt comfortable sleeping on the floor . It was Rodrick after all, he could sleep anywhere regardless of the situation. "You know you could always just share the bed with me." She said . He shrugged & laid himself on the padded flooring, regretting it instantaneously & jumping in bed with Y/n .

The clock read 3:25 A.M. Rodrick had laid in bed for the past five hours , unable to fall asleep. Y/n laid next to him, dozing away. He sighed & got out of bed . Normally he could fall asleep within the moment his head hit the pillow , but the continuous flashbacks of the argument kept him up.

He walked over to the window , cracking it open halfway & sparked up his blunt. He leaned over the window sill & looked out into the early morning darkness. Y/n stirred in her sleep before slowly moving around . At times he thought about running away in the early hours of the day , but the thought of Y/n kept him from doing so. He couldn't imagine his life without her not by his side .

•

"Rodrick , I have had just enough of this little 'my bands gonna make it.' talk. It's not gonna happen. I want you to get your shit together & use your head for something good." Rodrick scowled & stared at his destroyed drum sets. Frank pushed past him & walked down the stairs. "I have let this charade go on far too long."

Rodrick tightened his fist before pursuing after his father. "Get my shit together, really ? How about you get your shit together." He yelled.

"For over a year now , mom has been the only one providing for us. Day in & day out. What do you do ? You just sit on your ass all day playing with your stupid military toys."

Frank was face to face with his eldest son . Susan only watching from across the room. "Greg has started selling his video games in order to try to help out because we're barely scraping by ."

"Rodrick, sweetie , I think that's enough. Frank , come on honey , just sit down for dinner with us." Susan pleaded. The younger boys only sat watching their eldest sibling & father going back & forth.

Frank scowled. "Listen here , I am your father. You respect me as such. " Rodrick glared at Frank & scuffed. "Well you're doing a shitty job at it ."

Everything happened to fast . Susan watched in horror as Frank back handed Rodrick , causing him to stumble back . "Rodrick !" Greg jumped out of his chair .

"Take Manny & go upstairs please." Susan muttered to Greg as she stood up & walked towards the fighting boys. Rodrick grabbed his father by the collar . " I SAID ENOUGH." Susan shouted.

Only it was a little late, Frank had managed to push Susan off himself & Rodrick . The grown woman was now on the floor . Rodrick watched at the scene in front of him & could only glare at Frank as he disappeared towards the set of stairs.

He helped his mother off the floor. "I'm sorry , mom." She gently squeezed his hand & hugged him. "It's fine sweetheart. Just go check on-" Her sentence was interrupted due to the commotion that was coming from Rodrick's room. They both ran & to their horror found his room completely destroyed.

His band posters were all ripped into pieces. His drums that had been destroyed were now in pieces, damaged beyond repair. His drumsticks were snapped in half . His bed sheets were now sprawled all over the floor right alongside his bed. His dresser had been tipped over & a majority of his clothes had been torn to shreds.

"I bought you all of this . Since I'm doing such a terrible job at being a dad , buy yourself all over your shit from scratch." He crossed his arms & stood in the middle of the room. Susan had her hand over her mouth , too stunned to speak.

"Go to hell." Rodrick muttered to Frank as he ran down the stairs . His mother kept calling after him saying that everything could be resolved but he continued ignoring her & made his way out the front door.

•

"Rodrick ?" He spun around to find the girl climbing out of bed & making her way towards him. He chuckled at the sight of her messy hair. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up." She shrugged & reached for the lit blunt.

Y/n took a hit & sighed , the smoke releasing as she did so. "Couldn't sleep ?" She said . He shook his head. "Not really. I just had been tossing & turning. So I thought it was the perfect timing for a smoke." He took back the joint & took a hit as well , burning it out before storing it away.

"Can I ask you something ?"

"Yeah of course Rodrick."

"Do you think that in a different universe we have better families ? As in we don't get shitty lives ?" She stayed quiet & began shutting the window.

"I think we do ." Y/n walked back to her bed , reprising her spot from earlier. "I hope we do . Sometimes I feel like i'm going insane from living like this." Rodrick sighed in relief. He knew that no one would understand him like she did .

Now high & sleepy , he headed back to bed . "Goodnight Y/n."

" 'Night Rodrick."

[fanficshiddles]

Jealousy and Tricks, One Shot

Thank you for the prompt, toshisurtsdottir: Snape railing Toshi and Tom is somewhere in the background passively standing around so the one shot passes the requirements :)

I shoulda known you’d submit something like this! Haha! I’ve changed it quite a bit, since I know you just want the Toshi and Snape smut, so I came up with a diff idea around it and had a little fun.

Note/warnings: Hogwarts/Asgard AU thing. Jealousy. Un-accepted Voyeurism? I dunno how else to describe it. Basically, Severus and Toshi being watched unknowingly. *shrugs*

-

‘I think it’s ridiculous that Dumbledore has resolved to having idiotic gods in the school.’ Severus huffed as he and Toshi made their way down one of the halls.

‘I think it’s a good idea. If it helps keep the kids safe, we can continue on with our lessons without worry.’ Toshi shrugged. ‘Besides, that Loki one is quite hot.’

Severus raised an eyebrow and his head whipped round to face her. He opened his mouth but found he couldn’t say anything. He despised Toshi and she him. They got on each other’s nerves, she always bugged him while he was busy making potions, hanging around him and interfering. She was so infuriating…

Yet, he couldn’t help but have a bit of jealousy creep up inside him at the thought of her crushing on someone else…

Toshi noticed his reaction, she smirked to herself and flounced off into her classroom. Leaving Severus to continue on his way without her.

That evening during dinner, Severus was sitting in his usual place at the top table and he noticed Toshi speaking with that Loki at the side of the banquet hall. The way Toshi was blushing slightly and giggling, touching his arm where possible didn’t go unnoticed by Severus.

Loki smirked charmingly at the beautiful young woman who seemed to have taken a shine to him.

He had been reluctant at first when Odin demanded that he, Thor, and a few others were to go and protect a ridiculous ‘magical’ school for wizards and witches on Midgard. He found their way of using magic tedious in comparison to his. Though after arriving, even he couldn’t deny that after he had seen some of the more experienced students and teachers use their magical powers that some were rather impressive. Toshi was one of those.

Though as the days went on, Loki didn’t fail to notice that Toshi was often looking in the direction of the potion’s teacher, Severus Snape. And that Severus was often looking at Toshi, and glaring daggers at Loki whenever Toshi was next to him.

Loki wasn’t stupid, of course he put two and two together very quickly. He was surprised to learn that the two teachers disliked one another, that they found the other irritating, but the glances at one another was so evident to him.

One weekend, Loki bided his time and he knew that there was a dance tomorrow night. So, he decided to put his little theory to the test. The teachers were all just hovering around, talking and having a drink. Loki waited until Toshi was near Severus, then he approached her.

‘Ah, Toshi. I’ve been looking for you.’ He smiled charmingly at her.

Toshi did find herself melting a little, he was a very good-looking god. Very charming, too. Though it made her realise she most definitely had a certain type…

‘Hey, Loki. Everything ok?’ She smiled at him.

‘More than ok.’ He grinned and could see out of the corner of his eye that Severus was listening and watching intently, even though he was pretending to listen to Hagrid rambling on about his Hippogriff, Buckbeak.

‘I heard about the dance tomorrow, we’ve been told we’re allowed to attend. I thought I’d ask, whether you’d like to be my date for it? Providing you don’t already have one, that is.’ Loki asked her.

Toshi’s cheeks turned a little bit red. Loki noticed she glanced very briefly over at Severus before looking back at Loki and she nodded in agreement. Before she could speak though, Severus was suddenly right beside her, hand firmly gripping her elbow.

‘She does indeed already have a date for the dance.’ He announced quickly, glaring daggers at Loki.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Oh, well, my apologies. I wanted to make sure that this beautiful woman wasn’t going solo.’ He grinned.

‘No need to worry about that.’ Severus said through gritted teeth.

Toshi was in too much shock to say anything, she couldn’t do anything but look at Severus with wide eyes.

‘A word, Toshi.’ Severus said in a rather clipped tone, he guided her out of the room by her elbow.

Loki smirked as he picked up his drink and watched them leave.

‘What are you looking so smug about, brother? I hope you’re not up to your mischievous tricks again.’ Thor asked suspiciously as he approached him.

‘Oh, just using my observant skills to help two people realise their feelings for one another, is all.’ Loki grinned.

Thor just looked utterly confused in response.

-

‘What on earth are you doing? Why would you say I have a date for the dance when I don’t? I could’ve gone with Loki, a literal God!’ Toshi hissed at Severus once she got her brain to kick into gear.

‘You are not going with him. I’m your date for the dance.’ Severus said determinedly, he kept walking as he dragged her along. Though with his large strides, she was struggling to keep up without tripping over her own feet.

‘Sev, stop!’ She yelled at him and pulled free from his grasp.

Severus raised an eyebrow at her and surprised her by backing her against the wall, he placed a hand firmly on the wall beside her head, making her jump a little. Though she was instantly aroused, even if she was trying not to be…

‘What have I told you about calling me that?’ He narrowed his eyes at her and got far too close for comfort… but Toshi didn’t want him to move. She liked having him this close. She could smell him, and he was making her head swim.

Toshi smirked and shrugged. ‘I thought you’d know by now, I don’t do what you tell me to.’ She said snarkily.

Severus raised an eyebrow at her and he gripped her chin. ‘Well, maybe you should start doing what I say and behave yourself.’ He growled out and kissed her roughly, surprising her completely and knocking her off guard.

Fuck, his lips were so soft against hers. She instantly melted and Severus could feel the change in her body straight away, he couldn’t help but smirk against her lips.

His hand slid down to her neck, he gently caressed her there for a moment and then wrapped his hand around her further and squeezed slightly, making her gasp into his mouth.

‘Maybe it’s time I put you in your place.’ He drawled slowly, punctuating every word carefully as his other hand landed on her hip.

Toshi squeezed her thighs together at the thought. She knew she had to pick her words carefully, this was it. The moment she had been waiting for…

‘I’d like to see you try.’ She whispered.

Severus smirked, then in a flash, he threw her over his shoulder and stormed down the hall, until they reached his office and he bundled her inside. He didn’t bother locking the door behind him as he had his hands all over Toshi, he just kicked it closed.

He went straight for his desk and shoved everything off it in one large swoop of his arm, not caring that his papers scattered to the floor and ink splattered everywhere.

Toshi quickly found herself folded over his desk, her cheek was pressed against the wood and she felt bits of spilled ink seep onto her skin. Though she found she didn’t care and had other things to think about, as Severus used his wand to remove her clothes in an instant, making her gasp.

She did attempt to lean up, but Severus put his hand at the back of her neck and forced her back down.

‘You will do as you’re told.’ He barked at her, then, using his wand he began spanking the back of her thighs.

Toshi gasped and moaned with every strike, even as he got higher and began spanking her ass with it. It stung like hell, biting into her skin, she found she was a bit relieved when he relaced his wand with his hand, which made the pain a little more bearable… Though not by much, he had a mean swing with a lot of strength behind it.

‘Naughty girls get punished. Good girls get rewarded. Now, are you a naughty girl or a good girl?’ Severus growled into her ear as he stopped spanking her and leaned over her body.

‘Good… I can be good…’ Toshi panted, she struggled to stay still, feeling his weight against her back, his clothes rubbed against her raw ass.

‘Hmm, we shall see. You’ve certainly been naughty up till now. I don’t know if you deserve a reward. Though I know I certainly do, and you need to learn who you belong to. Not some god that thinks he’s every girls wet dream.’ Severus sneered.

There was a brief and strange cold wind that seemed to flow through the office, making them both shiver. Toshi did look up and could’ve sworn she saw a large shadow in the corner of the office. She didn’t get to dwell over it for long though, as Severus rudely shoved his hand between her thighs.

‘Jesus, you are soaking. It seems you’ve been desperate for me all this time, hmm?’ He tsked at her.

‘Please, fuck me, Sev. Please!’ Toshi whined.

Severus rapidly brought his hand down on her ass again, making her yelp. ‘What did I say about calling me that?’

‘Severus! Please!’ Toshi yelled, she began wiggling frantically in need.

‘That’s better, good girl.’ Severus purred as his fingers glided through her soaking wet folds. He felt her body tremble in response to his praise.

‘Ohh, you like being my good girl, hmm?’ He grinned. His finger began to trail over her throbbing clit, causing her to buck against his hand as she gripped the sides of his desk so tightly, her knuckles started to turn white.

‘Yes! Please... I’ll do anything.’

‘Hmm, there is so much I’d like to do to you, and have done to me by you… but right now, you need to be claimed thoroughly and properly. So there will be no more shenanigans from you and you’ll never forget who you belong to.’

Severus was saying all the right things to set Toshi’s body alight. She had never seen this side of him before, but her body was cheering in delight at the revelation.

Toshi began to see stars when he thrust two long fingers into her, twisting and curling in all the right ways to make her crumble. She didn’t expect him to make her come so soon, but he did… He enjoyed feeling her come all over his fingers, and he sucked them clean after with a moan.

‘I’d say you’re more than ready now.’

He pulled her a bit closer to the edge of his desk, for easier access for him. He flipped his cape back out of the way and undid his trousers, letting his cock spring free.

Toshi kept wiggling her ass, tempting him to hurry up as much as possible. He smirked at the sight of her, splayed out on his desk. So desperate and wet for him to take her.

He gripped her hips as he pressed his cock into her. They both closed their eyes for a moment, catching their breath… Then Severus unleashed hell on her. His fingers dug hard into her hips, leaving marks, as he pulled back until just the tip of his cock was still inside her, then he rammed back into her as far as possible.

Toshi began unashamedly moaning and whimpering as Severus fucked her roughly. The legs of the desk began to wobble and shift, neither of them cared though if it were to break.

Severus’ jaw was clenched hard as he focused on fucking her into next week. He wanted to break her, to make her completely high on his cock, a blubbering wreck… and that’s exactly what he did.

Toshi couldn’t form sentences or even think straight, she knew in the moment she definitely saw someone in the corner of the room, and was sure she even heard another lewd moan that didn’t belong to Severus… Though sounded slightly familiar. Yet, she forgot about it within seconds. All she could focus on was Severus’ cock pounding into her.

Severus let go of her hips, his nail prints were embedded in her skin, and he opted for grabbing a fistful of her hair. He tugged her head backwards as he lay himself over her more, his lips right by her ear.

‘I’m going to fill you up, make sure that every step back to your room you take, you will feel me inside you, trickling down your thighs. You’re mine, and you’re my date tomorrow night.’ He growled ferally as he thrust deep and held himself there as he came inside her.

That set Toshi off like a rocket, too. She clamped down hard around his cock, like her body was trying to milk everything out of him. They were both panting hard and a sweaty mess as Severus collapsed on top of her, though she found she enjoyed feeling the weight of him pin her down. Even if the edge of the desk was digging into her abdomen, she would’ve stayed there all night if he wanted her to.

‘Holy… fuck…’ Toshi gasped after a while.

Severus chuckled and kissed her shoulder as he forced himself up off her. He gently helped her to her feet and turned her around, her face was flushed and grew even redder when she saw Severus eye up her body hungrily. She looked down and saw his cock starting to harden again already.

‘I think we should take this to my room.’ Severus hummed as he stepped in closer to her and held her chin to kiss her.

Toshi moaned in response and nodded in agreement.

Neither of them noticed the flash of green from the corner of his office as they left…

-

The following night at the dance, Toshi was delighted to be on Severus’ arm for the duration. He barely moved away from her the entire time, dancing with her and keeping her company.

They both noticed Loki with a woman on his arm, an ex-student who was training to become a teacher at Hogwarts. Loki noticed them both staring in wonder at how he got another date so fast.

He wandered over to them after telling the woman he’d be back shortly.

‘Nice to see that my plan worked.’ Loki grinned widely as he approached.

‘Plan?’ Toshi frowned.

Loki chuckled. ‘Did you really think I was so blind to not notice the way you two lusted after one another?’

Toshi and Severus both blushed a little bit as they glanced at each other.

‘I knew that Severus was close to bursting with jealousy, he just needed one last little push…’ Loki picked up two glasses of wine from beside Toshi. He tilted his head at them. ‘It was quite the show in your office last night, Severus.’

Severus’ face dropped and he looked furious. Loki put his finger up to stop him from saying anything.

‘I got it to happen, I had to take my reward somehow. A god has needs, too. Besides, I already had a date for tonight lined up. They don’t call me silver tongue for nothing.’ Loki winked at them and then headed back to his date. ‘You’re welcome.’ He called back to them over his shoulder.

‘So there was someone else there!’ Toshi gasped.

‘I’m going to kill him.’ Severus snarled.

Toshi couldn’t help but laugh. She put her hand on Severus’ chest and patted him. ‘To be fair, his plan did work.’

Severus sighed and glared down at her. ‘If he pulls anything like this again, can I kill him?’

‘Deal.’ Toshi nodded.

[rorywritesjunk]

The stars in their courses will run and bring their hearts earthward to hear her.

Buggy brings his son in to the bakery to get a treat for his birthday. You like decorating cakes. Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: Honestly, innocent use of 'daddy' from the Baker but Buggy is more like "wait no i like that" to some degree. Adorable kid. Cake making. I have met a three year old once who immediately decided I was her favorite person so this kid is kind of based off that. A/N: It's just fluff. Silly fluff. And this is me so who knows, maybe a second or third part could happen. I ended this a bit abruptly because... I kind of wanted to leave it open for that possibility. (I really really like Buggy as a dad)

Title comes from "Girl in the Garden" by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6

Chapter 1

Buggy stopped in front of the bakery door, only hesitating slightly. There were other customers in there, some at the counter while a few sat at tables inside, enjoying their purchases. If it were up to Buggy, he wouldn’t even be stopping here. Why risk the uncomfortable small talk that people tried to force? He didn’t want to be here. 

But then his son tugged on his hand, smiling up at him, and he caved, pushing the door open, wincing at the bell that jingled, alerting everyone of their arrival. Everyone looked up and Buggy tensed up, feeling on guard as their eyes lingered on his appearance before turning to his son. His son was young enough to not notice the stares, but Buggy was always aware. He glared at the other customers, daring them to make a joke or comment about the matching red noses on his and his son’s face. 

No one did. They went back to their own business. 

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself while his son dropped his hand and rushed up to the case of goodies, pressing his nose against it as he looked at everything with wide eyes. 

“Daddy, look!” 

“I see, sweetheart.” He said as he knelt down, gesturing for the kid to come back to him. Once he did, Buggy took hold of his son’s hand. If he wasn’t careful the kid would disappear in an instant. “Darby, sweetheart, it’s your birthday, so whatever you want, daddy’s going to get it for you, okay?”

He nodded excitedly, bouncing on his feet before turning around to rush back to the case. “Yea!”

“Did I hear it’s someone’s birthday?” 

Buggy looked up to see you kneeling beside the case, eye level with his son as Darby pointed at everything in the case as he talked with you, or as much as a three year old could say. You looked like you were listening intently, which Buggy noticed. One of the customers stared at the child but Buggy glared at them and they looked away, finishing up their transaction and leaving. The other worker continued with the customers while you were focused on Darby.

“Daddy’s going to buy me everything!” Darby announced. Buggy winced, that wasn’t really what he said, but honestly, he would buy everything for his kid. “I dunno what I want though.”

“Is that so?” You smiled and looked in Buggy’s direction. “Well, have either of you been here before?”

“What? No.” Buggy frowned. “Why?”

“Well, when it’s your birthday and you come to my bakery, it means free cake!” You said excitedly. “And what’s even better is that you get to help me decorate it!”

Darby’s eyes lit up at the mention of ‘cake’ and he turned to look at Buggy. “I want cake!” 

Buggy crossed his arms. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” You assured him. “I really mean free cake! Just tell me what you like so we can get to work! I have white cake or chocolate cake, but I can make a layered cake if you want.”

“Strawberry!” Darby announced. “I want strawberry cake!”

“Ohh, that’s perfect.” You nodded in agreement with his choice. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Dawby!” 

“Darby.” Buggy told you. “Are you sure it’s free?”

“I promise.” You chuckled as you stood up. “Why don’t you two go have a seat while I get everything together? It’s going to be a few minutes.”

Buggy still wasn’t sure about this but Darby rushed over to an empty table and tried to pull the chair out, but Buggy went over to help him. Some of the customers had left, but the other associate and another customer kept looking over at Buggy and his son. It was to be expected, Buggy had heard the jokes before about clowning around and is the circus in town? whenever he showed up somewhere. 

He didn’t dwell on it because you were coming over to the table with a cake and a basket of tools and goodies. Buggy watched as you set everything down while Darby bounced in his seat, excited to see what you had in store. You pulled out a child-sized apron for Darby and helped him put it on, tying it behind him before you secured your own. 

“Okay, strawberries and whipped cream layers first.” You said as you got the cake pieces laid out on the table. You started with the first layer, spreading whipped cream over the cake before holding a bowl of chopped strawberries out for Darby. He stuck his hand in the bowl before shoving some into his mouth first. You chuckled and held the bowl out to Buggy. “Help yourself, daddy.”

He stared at you for a moment, just a bit shocked by the casual use of daddy coming out of your mouth like that, but he shook himself before helping himself to a few pieces. You smiled at him and brought the bowl back to Darby.

“Okay, go ahead and put some into the whipped cream, sweetie.” You told him gently as he reached back into the bowl. “Then we’ll put the next layer on with more whipped cream and strawberries, okay? Does that sound good?”

Darby nodded excitedly as he dropped strawberries into the layer of whipped cream, using his fingers to poke some down into it. You looked over at Buggy while Darby was busy.

“What’s your name?” You asked. “I doubt you want me to keep calling you daddy.”

He managed to stop himself from saying, No, that’s totally fine. “Buggy. Captain Buggy the Clown.” 

“Oh, a captain! That’s amazing.” You smiled as you turned your attention back to Darby. “Looks like we got a good amount of strawberries there. Let’s get the next layer on.”

Buggy crossed his arms, watching as you put the next cake layer on. You added more whipped cream before instructing Darby to put down more strawberries. He wondered if you really did do this for every kid that came in, or were you just being nice to him for…? Was there some ulterior motive he wasn’t catching on to? Did you know who he was before you asked, or were you just making conversation? He frowned as you put the final cake layer on. You added a layer of frosting to the outside of the cake, smoothing it out before adding a second layer. The entire time you worked, you explained what you were doing to Darby.

“I just put on the crumb coat, which is going to let this frosting stay on it, that way it’s going to look pretty when it’s done.” You explained as you smoothed out the second layer. “Now, what’s your favorite color, Darby?”

“Red!” He beamed. “And blue !”

“Red and blue? Those are great choices.” You replied. “Give me a minute and I’ll be right back.”

You disappeared into the back for a few minutes, during which Darby stuck his finger into the newly frosted cake. Buggy did the same, however you caught him in the act.

“Bad daddy!” You scolded playfully as you came back to the table. Buggy pointed at Darby.

“Bad daddy!” Darby repeated with a grin while his dad scowled at them both.

“He started it.” Buggy insisted.

“This sweet child? Never.” You teased as you set everything down and filled a piping bag with red and blue icing. You winked at Buggy before writing out Darby’s name, the icing coming out in a blend of the two colors. The kid looked so excited, mouth open as he watched you work. “What do you think? More frosting and sprinkles or is this good?”

“Sprinkles!” He said excitedly as you reached for one of the containers. You knew this could go in any direction once you handed this over to a kid: the cake got covered in sprinkles, the sprinkles end up everywhere, or the container is dropped, smashes onto the floor, and you have both broken glass and sprinkles to clean up.

Sometimes all three happen and it wasn’t surprising that when you handed it over to Darby, he managed to dump the sprinkles on top of the cake, some bouncing onto the table and the floor, and him dropping the container in shock. What you didn’t expect was the disembodied hand that caught it and held it up to you. You took it and watched as the hand reattached to Buggy’s wrist.

“Thanks!” You said, your brain trying to catch up to what you just saw. “Perfect timing! Bet that’s useful with a kid around.”

Buggy shrugged as you pointed out a selection of candles to his son. You had plain, boring ones as well as ones that had you talking excitedly.

“These ones are sparklers, Darby! Once you light them they crackle and shoot off sparks! It's so pretty to see!” You told him. “If daddy is okay with that, you can have sparklers on your cake!”

Darby's eyes lit up at the thought of candles that did stuff and he looked at Buggy, hopeful to have the fun candles. His dad leaned back in his seat and nodded. 

“It's your birthday, whatever you want.” He reminded his son. “You're three, so you need three candles.”

You helped Darby count them out before placing them on the cake. With the sprinkles it was a colorful mess, but he was excited to see it which was important to you and Buggy. 

“You're a wonderful helper, Darby! Thank you!” You went behind the counter, stopped briefly by your associate who whispered something in your ear. Buggy watched the exchange while Darby took some frosting off the cake. He saw the way your coworker’s eyes glanced in his direction and knew what she was asking. You frowned and jerked away from them, whispering harshly back before you grabbed something and came back over to them, smiling once more as you held up a cake box. “Something to keep the cake safe.”

Darby was licking his fingers clean of the frosting, looking at you innocently as you pretended not to notice the finger indents in the cake. You carefully set the cake in the box, sighing softly before looking over at Buggy.

“Okay, now I have a question for you.”

Oh, really? This was it. He braced himself for the questions, wanting to try to keep it together in front of Darby. He would come back at night to burn the place down if he had to.

“When's your birthday, daddy?”

Why did you have to keep calling him that?

“In… a few months.” He said carefully, wondering what you were thinking. Was this your way to ease into questioning him about his nose? Because he had hoped this wouldn't happen, that he could have one outing with Darby and not have to destroy something because of someone being rude. He glanced at your coworker again. She was staring once more but looked away when she saw him looking at her. “Why?”

You looked at Darby before looking back at Buggy with a grin. “Well, you get a free cake too, if you guys have time. Me and Darby will decorate it.”

Buggy wanted to say no, he wanted to get back to the ship. The crew was decorating for Darby's birthday party that evening and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect, but he saw how his son's eyes lit up at the thought of Buggy also getting a birthday cake and well, Buggy wasn't going to take that away from him.

“Fine.”

~

It only took about thirty minutes to decorate a cake for Buggy with Darby giving you instructions. He added sparkler candles onto his daddy’s cake and you had him help pipe out Buggy’s name, guiding his tiny hands on the piping bag carefully. Buggy watched the entire time, taking notice just how sweet and kind you were to the two of them. There had to be a catch to this, there was never a reason to be this nice to a customer. There was going to be some bill at the end for an ungodly amount of berry you would charge Buggy for all of this, but in a way, he would pay it since he got to see how his little boy’s eyes lit up when you handed him a new container of sprinkles and hear the two of you giggling while Darby dumped the colorful dots all over Buggy’s cake. His kid was having fun and that was important.

“Okay, we’re done, daddy.” You told Buggy as you picked the cake up to show it to him. It was colorful from the amount of sprinkles Darby dumped everywhere, and Buggy made sure he didn’t choke up when he saw the untidy scrawl of his name that he watched you help his son write out. 

“It’s wonderful!” Buggy said to Darby as he picked him up. “You worked so hard on it, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh!” Darby said as he wrapped his arms around Buggy's neck. “I made it for you!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Buggy said, hugging him while you packed the second cake. He looked over at you, wondering what he should say. You didn't wait for him to say anything as you put the cakes into a bag, stacking them carefully.

“All done!” You beamed. “Thank you for all your help, Darby. I had a lot of fun with you.”

To the surprise of both of you, Darby reached out for you from Buggy's arms and you let him hug you, patting his back gently. Buggy didn't say anything but he knew Darby didn't generally hug strangers.

If his kid liked you…

“Are… you busy tonight?” Buggy found himself asking as Darby slid out of his arms and into yours, both things catching you off guard: the question and suddenly having your arms full with a child.

“Oh, no, I'm not. Why?” You asked. Buggy crossed his arms and looked away, noticing the case of baked goods that was still half full.

“D’you…want to come to my kid's birthday party?” He asked. “I'll… buy the rest of your stuff.”

“Is it on a pirate ship?” You grinned.

“It is! Why, does that bother you?” Buggy was starting to think this was a mistake. 

“I'd love to come! I've never been on a pirate ship.” You said as you shifted Darby in your arms and turned your focus on him. “Is that okay, sweetie? Can I come to your birthday party?”

“Yea!” 

~

When you woke up the next morning to someone crawling over you in bed, you had a brief panicked moment where you tried to remember where you were. There was a larger figure in front of you, still sleeping with his back to you, and the tiny someone crawling over you flopped on top of him.

“Daaaaaddy, wake up!” Darby shouted as he shook Buggy. His dad just grumbled before rolling over, hands grabbing his son as he started tickling him. You smiled at the sight, it was sweet to see. 

“I told you not to wake me up!” Buggy said to his son as he tickled him. “Or else you get attacked, remember, kiddo?”

“I'm hungry!” Darby giggled.

“You ate an entire cake yesterday, how are you hungry?” Buggy asked as he sat up, still tickling his son. “Where do you put it all?”

The kid shrieked and flailed, still giggling as he tried to get away. You sat up, dodging one of the flailing arms. It was a smart choice to put at least a shirt on last night. You expected the kid would show up at some point in the morning and you didn't want to explain why you and his dad were naked in bed together. 

“I can cook you two breakfast if you'd like.” You said. Both looked at you - Darby seemed to realize you were there and looked excited about breakfast while Buggy had an unreadable expression on his face which made you wonder if that was overstepping. Darby launched himself off the bed and took off running. “I'm sorry, I can leave, I just thought…”

“No, I was uh, no, I like that idea.” Buggy shrugged, looking unsure. “I just… thought you would have left already.”

“Do you want me to?” You asked. “I didn't mean to overstay.”

“No, no, I don't… we don't want you too.” Buggy said. “Besides, you just offered to make us breakfast and I'm not going to let you back out of that.”

You smiled and nodded. “You're right, I can't back out of that. I'll make sure it's the best breakfast you've ever had, Buggy.”

[cocofr0sche]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥

James x fem!reader

(Sum- You’re friend drug you out the house since you’d been stuck home for an art project. She brings you to a concert of her favorite band, until there’s a smoke break leads you to something else.)

The 6’2 curly haired brunette stood outside waiting on his band's concert to start. His eyes closed as he felt the cold breeze on his sweaty skin. James opened his eyes after a while as he recognised a sound, the sound of shoes squeaking as someone walked. He looked at the provenance of the noise and was met by you, who freshly got out of building where they’re holding their concert.

You pull out your cigarette that you’d been craving since the beginning the last band. You flick your lighter repeatedly.

“Damnit c’mon.”

James' eyes widened as he spotted the red and yellow lighter in your hand. While he watched you carefully, he noticed you trying to light a cigarette. To take a break from all this attention, James grabbed you by the hand to pull you on the side away from the flow of people.

As you look at him you finally find the words of appreciation that apparently didn’t want to leave your mouth.

“Oh, thanks.” You chuckle out.

"You're welcome. And uh.." His eyes wandered to the lighter. "Could I borrow that thing? Just for a few seconds?"

Handing the lighter without a second thought you take in his features. Tall, curly brown hair, gold rimmed glasses and hazelnut eyes. He was a looker for sure, but you couldn’t put your finger on *why* he looked so familiar.

James' long fingers cradled the lighter in his hand before he lit-up his own cigarette. "Thanks again." He said, then looked at you, this time more intently "And I still don't know your name..."

Zoning back in after your fingers made contact with his you looked back up at him.

“Oh, It’s y/n.”

James gets this look in his eyes before saying, "Y/n." James repeated the name as if it sounded like music to his ears. The tall boy stared at her for a good bit, his eyes were deep and sharp as he scanned her whole face and body.

"It suits you."

For some reason that sends a shiver down your spine. James finally breaks the stare, as if he had just woken from a trance. With a smirk, he looked at the sky and then back at her. "Anyways" He said, "What's a pretty girl, such as yourself, doing outside in the cold? You have got to be freezing."

Holding up a pack of Newport 100s you say, “Needed a smoke break while I wait for the ‘Mauraders’ to come out. My friend wanted me to hear their music, so.” The cigarette hangs lazily from your lips, which doesn’t go unnoticed by James.

"Your friend must be pretty damn important to make you stand outside in this cold night. Or maybe its me?" James' grin was teasing. James flicked the ashes off his cigarette.

You let out what James can only describe as a heavenly laugh.

“Why would I be out here for you?”

James' face shifted to a smug smile, raising his eyebrows he looked at her. “I dunno" He said, his expression now turned flirty “Maybe it's to catch a pretty girl's attention. To get her warm for the night."

*that makes me smile but before I can respond my friend, Andrea, comes outside*

“Girl come on they’re about-…oh. My. God.” Andrea looks at me, her green blue eyes bigger than the earth as she looks between me and James. “Y/n, do you know who you’re talking to right now?!” I look at her confused then look at him.

James had his eyes locked on Y/n’s. He was enjoying the moment but his attention was quickly grabbed back by the woman coming out of the concert building. His eyes widen as he noticed your friend. You look between James and your ecstatic friend.

“Should I?”

James smirks. "It seems she doesn’t." James said trying to sound as flirty as he could with his voice and his body language.

In a quick movement Andrea runs up to me and whisper shouts, “That’s James potter! The lead singer of the ‘Mauraders’!” You look at her with a raised brow then at James. A simple “Oh.” Escapes your lips which earns you a soft hit to the arm by Andrea.

Meanwhile James' chest puffed up when he heard that he is the lead singer of the 'Mauraders'. The tall boy smirked before taking another smoke. He lets out a deep chuckle. "Yeah, that's me. But please, let’s forget about that for now. You can learn me a lot more about me later." He said, putting his hand on your lower back just above your hip line, his voice laced with sensualism.

In return of his gesture you give him a little head tilt, reminding him of an intrigued puppy. *gives him a little head tilt* such a charmer. *in the background Andrea can be heard freaking out in the background, but once again we’re interrupted. This time by the main guitarist, and his best friend, Sirius Black.

“Dude we starts in five.”

Andrea, on the verge of passing out, manages to squeal out “Oh my god it’s Sirius.” Which earns her a charming wink from the tatted ravenette.

The main guitarist being Sirius was a bit unexpected since James thought he had more time. *”She made me lose track of time”* he thought. A mischievous grin appeared on James' lips. He took one long drag and blew the smoke to the sky. His eyes met your eyes and he smirked again, this time a bit more flirtatious than before. "Looks like I won't have time to steal you for the night." James said in a deep voice, while he looked at you lustily.

Noticing the look on his face makes you smirk. “There’s always after.” You reply with a seductive, yet calm, voice.

James chuckled before he took another drag from his cigarette. At your words, a grin spread across his face. James' eyes roamed all your body, from your feet to your head. “There sure is after." He said with a tone that made him sound more like a predator than a musician.

At that Sirius clears his throat drawing everyone’s attention to him. Hearing his friends voice, James turns his body and stares at him. “What is it?" He asked, while turning off the lighter and putting it back in his pocket.

Sirius with a slightly annoyed tone says, “We’ve got to get on stage. Have your fling after the fact.”

James rolled his eyes before turning back to you. His body language still remained full of charm and sensuality. “I guess I'll have to wait after all." He said as he took one final drag from his cigarette.

As you flick the bud of my cigarette away you look up at him with an alluring expression.

“I guess so.” You say, as give him a beautiful smile that could light up a room. “See you on stage.”

James watched the bud of the lit cigarette as it hit the floor. His eyes met your eyes again with an intense stare. His eyes had the same effect he had on his fans. "I guess so" He repeated before he took one step forward to get as close to you as possible without touching. "I'll be sure to watch you closely while I play." He said, his breath was hot and his voice was still laced with sensuality.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Another mischievous grin spread across James' face as he saw your body language and heard your reply. His eyes roamed all over your body one last time, drinking in your curves. "I'll make sure to give you a good one." He said, making sure to let you know that the last sentence had more than one meaning.

In response you bite your lip and back up to the empty spot beside Andrea, not knowing what else to say or do.

As you backed away from him, his eyes remained locked on yours. James did not want to let you go just yet. Instead of letting his eyes linger, he reached behind you with one hand and put it on your waist. The other hand took his jacket by the collar and pulled you closer to him. He then whispered, the sensual tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'll make sure you won't forget about it."

This causes Sirius to groan at the sound of his guitarist's groan, James pulls his hand back off from your waist. You could feel a slight shiver running across your back when James released his grip. He chuckled slightly and turned around to look at his band mate. “What now?” He said.

Sirius taps the nonexistent watch on his wrist, his way of telling James to hurry up.

James smirked and rolled his eyes. The charismatic boy put out his cigarette butt before putting his jacket back on his shoulders. “Alright, alright." Before James can start walking, Sirius takes James by his arm and drags him inside to get ready for their concert.

As they disappear back inside you turn to see Andrea staring at you with wide eyes of disbelief.

“What?”

As you look back at your friend her eyes were wide open. The wide eyed look on her face confirmed the shock from her hearing the whole exchange between you and the lead singer of the band. With a shocked look, the girl started screaming a bunch of words. “What the hell was that?!"

You look at her confused. “It was a conversation. Something that happens when two or more people exchange words.” Not appreciating the sarcasm she smacks your shoulder.

“He was flirting with you!”

This cause you to laugh. “Dre, calm down we were obviously flirting with eachother.”

A loud gasp came from your friend who was now holding her mouth. Her hands trembled with excitement as she looked back and forth between you and the closed door where James and his band mates disappeared. Her whole body was in shock. “What’re you gonna do, you two were flirting with each other! He's famous as hell. He must get with tons of chicks."

At the thought of that nothing came to mind for a response. “Mm.” Now over the conversation you put your cigarette cart in your pocket officially over the freezing weather.

“Let’s go back inside. We’ve got a band to watch.”

Your friend's eyes widened, she still seemed to be in disbelief as to what had happened and what you just said. "Are you out of your mind?" She said, pointing a finger at you. "If he asked you out somewhere... Would you really go out with him?"

“I don’t know probably.” You shrug off the answer genuinely not knowing if you would or not. *”It wouldn’t hurt to play his little game.”* you thought as the two of you made your way inside the large building.

Your friend's jaw was wide open as she followed behind you and remained speechless. She was still in disbelief about your answer. With a stunned look, she stayed behind you and did not ask any other questions. When you both got back inside, James was nowhere in sight. Your friend looked around to try and find him. She could not believe that she had just lost sight of the famous James Potter.

“Dre, let’s go before someone takes our *front row* seats.”

Your friend remained stunned for a few seconds before finally snapping out of it. Hearing you call her by her name she snapped back to reality. Her body language went from stunned to normal. Her eyes stopped looking for the celebrity and she focused her attention at you. "Right...Let's go!" She hurried behind you, trying to quickly follow you to your seats.

As you settled in your seat you got a sudden surge of excitement. *”Maybe leaving the house wasn’t such a bad idea after all”*.

The crowd cheered and clapped when the band got on stage bringing you back to reality. Sirius started their first note and the sound echoed throughout the room. The drums, Remus and the bass, Peter, quickly added itself to the melody. James went to the front of the stage and began singing the first song. His charisma and his sensual voice were on full display. The tall musicians eyes scanned the crowd for you.

James' eyes locked onto you in the front row. You could feel that his flirty glances are directed at you only. His voice and his eyes were the definition of sensuality. The tall brunette stared at you, trying to make sure you did not take your eyes off him, trying to be sure that you would understand the meaning behind each word he sang.

The look in his eyes would’ve made any other girl hop right on that stage and make out with him then and there, but surprisingly you were calm. Which intrigued him greatly.

That's exactly what James wanted. He enjoyed the teasing and the subtle flirting that the two of you were doing right now. His eyes looked more hungry and the sensuality in his voice was a notch up now. He wanted to see you jump on stage, just to have you for himself. He wanted to see you get lost in his charms and surrender fully to him.

Although, that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Your eyes peered into his with a challenging look, as if asking ‘who’s gonna break first?’

A smirk crossed his lips when he noticed the sassy challenging look in your eyes. The sensuality and hunger increased in his voice. Each look you gave him made him want you more and more. He wanted to see you break first and he had in mind what he would do once you did break.

James finished the song and the whole crowd erupted in cheers and applause. The boy's deep voice was filled with sensuality and charisma. He then gave you a cheeky grin as you clapped. His eyes continued to scan the crowd to make sure he had everyone's attention, but they seemed to be glued to you.

The longer he stared the more daring you became. You gave him a seductive look with an innocent smile. *”I’m gonna make him beg.”* you thought as you maintained eye contact.

James noticed your smile and was surprised by how innocent and alluring it was. All this time he believed he was manipulating you with his charm and sensuality, in fact you were doing the same thing to him.

His whole body's response was a shiver, as you sent him an innocent smile. He could not believe how beautiful you were and to this point, he could not believe how you did not break first. The lead singer decided to end the little staring game for now and continued singing the second song.

Finally the band was on their last song. Sirius, and Remus have caught on to the little game James has been playing with me, and Andrea’s caught on to the game I’m playing with James. The three friends have no idea what’s going to happen after the concert. Little did they know they’re in for something extravagant.

Once the band finished their last song the crowd erupted into loud applause and cheers. Everyone was whistling, screaming and shouting to the bands name, "the Mauraders".

James’ voice was still as sensuous as ever, and the way he spoke into the microphone made him sound like a smooth flirt. However, instead of looking at the crowd he was fully focused on you. Once the song ended, the lead singer raised up a mic to his lips and waited.

Once again James' eyes locked onto yours. His gaze was filled with confidence and sensuality. His voice was just as sensuous and his grin was charming. Everything about him was a flirt. James then spoke in his sexy voice that was filled with sensuality. "A pretty girl caught my eye tonight. I saw her the second I got on stage. She has been looking at me and following my every move ever since. She is now in the front row so I figured she wants me to speak just to her."

Andrea’s eyes widen like before as she looked at you, jumping and giggling in excitement. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh. My. God!”

You were shocked, not expecting him to call you out. However that shock quickly became amusement, which led to you blowing him a kiss. A strike of courage you didn’t think you’d get infront of so many people.

Blowing him a kiss sent the tall boy's senses to overdrive. The lead singer could not believe what just happened. His eyes widened and his breath was taken away. He did not know what made you do that. All this time he thought you were in a staring contest with him. The whole time he was flirting with you and sending you suggestive glances.

It was clear that he was teasing you, but it was nothing compared to the bold move you just made. With the sound of the applause slowly dying down, his lips curled into another smirk.

Your friend was stunned and surprised at your bold move. She could not believe that you had the guts to do that, specially since the lead singer was so famous and had so much attention on him. Andrea shook her head and made a hand motion that made her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen. She did not want to believe what you just did.

James was still in shock too. The lead singer's eyes were still locked with yours. You could tell from his stares and his smirk that he was impressed by you.

*Andrea was still looking at you like she has no idea what got into you. All this time she used to tease you about how you had no guts to go talk to guys, so y he last thing she expected was you, to blow him a kiss. She was looking at her friend with a shocked look, almost as if she saw a ghost.

James watched the whole scene with amusement now. You could feel his eyes studying you from head to toe. The lead singers smirk was now a sexy grin.

She could not believe that you'd be bold with someone like the lead singer of the band. Still she shook her head and responded to you with a voice filled with excitement.* "I cannot believe you just did that. You don't know how crazy that was."

You shrug as you fiddle with your cigarette box in your pocket. “You heard him, we’ve been flirting since I went out for that smoke break.”

Your friend stayed silent for a few seconds before she finally replied.

"That's besides the point. He is one of the biggest rock star in the industry. He's got thousands of fans screaming his name every single night, thousands of women thirsting after him. What made you think that you two are even on the same level. You made a bold move to someone that is way out of your league."

You look at her with a proud expression. “He may be out of my league, but I’ve hit a home run.”

*Andrea could not believe what her friend was telling her right now. How can this girl be so bold with a man as famous as the lead singer of the Mauraders. She was still taken aback by the fact that you two were flirting and by the way you flirted with him too. She replied once more to you, and her tone was still filled with disbelief.* "Are you really going to try and get with him? Seriously?"

All you did was smile as you looked at her, then him, then back to her with a mischievous grin.

“We can’t leave yet.”

Andrea sighed slightly and looked back at the crowd. Everyone was leaving the hall. The staff was cleaning up all the trash and taking the used equipment out. She could now only see the lead singer waiting alone on stage, as all the members of the Mauraders had disappeared.

Her look at you was filled with disbelief as she spoke again. "You know he'll probably use you for an easy hook up. Do you really plan to stay here and try to get with him?"

You start walking then turn to look at her as you’re now walking backwards. “Even if I’m not, he still has my lighter.” After stating that your lips curl into a smirk.

*That made your friend burst in laughter. She had just realized that you went and blew him a kiss only because you're trying to get his lighter back. There was no other way to put it. You were playing a bold and dangerous game. "Are you really going to stay only for a lighter?" She asked you, her voice still filled with disbelief and amusement.

“What can I say, it’s my favorite lighter.”

As you ascend up the stairs of the stage you blow her a kiss. A friendly ‘fuck you’ in any case.

Your friend is speechless. She could not believe she was seeing this right now. You walked over to the stairs that led inside the stage and even blew her a kiss. Andrea had lost all her words. Her mouth was wide open, but in a way her eyes were shining like stars. She could clearly see that you were starting to feel the heat between you and the famous lead singer of the band. Her eyes followed you as you walked up stairs. She looked away when you looked back.

As you make on stage you see James in all his, tall, sweaty, tattooed glory. “Mr. Lead singer. Calling me out infront of thousands of people was bold.” You state with a hint of amusement. There’s a slight bounce in your walk as you get closer to him.

James looked at you with his most charming smirk. The tall boy could not even believe how you still did not break first. He was fully aware that he was playing a bold flirtation game with you. However, he was surprised by how daring you are.

The way he saw it was : you were flirting with him like there was no tomorrow. You were looking at him like he was the only person in the world. James laughed slightly before responding. "It was bold. But your move was even more bolder."

That brings a smile to your face as look down then back up at him with what James would describe as the “cutest smile known to human kind”.

“Well, I couldn’t let you show me up could I?”

He let out a surprised laugh. Your respond surprised him in a way that he did not expect. It made James realize how competitive you are. You were a woman after his heart. James replied to you with a smirk of his own. His charming smirk never faltered. "I see you are a tough competitor." James said to you.

“It tends to happen when you grow up with boys.”

A sudden thought popped into his mind. He had to try and find a way to get the upper hand on you. You were playing a bold game with him and he was slowly falling into it. James was enjoying it, that's for sure. The boy raised an eyebrow at you as he smiled. With a flirtatious tone he spoke. "So you grew up with boys, huh. Then, I bet, when you were a kid, you must have played a lot of sports."

You took a daring step closer. “Enough to get me by.”

You were walking closer to him and the lead singer's eyes followed you. The tall brunette was enjoying every single second of this. He had no idea that you were such a bold woman, yet he was loving it. He started thinking about some way to make you break first. James smirked as he replied to you. "And what kind of sport? Soccer maybe?"

“Volleyball.”

It was exactly the answer James wanted to hear. He could not believe that he was so close to winning this flirtatious game against you. The lead singer looked at your body and he noticed how the curves on your body were very feminine. With a smirk and a flirtatious tone he said this. "Volleyball? I bet you were one hell of a hitter! You know, with a body like that, I am sure you made a lot of guys jealous."

You let out a soft laugh. “D’you play any sports.”

James smirked again as he heard you talk. At this point, the two of you were very close, and the tension could be felt in the air. Your body was only inches away from him. The boy's eyes looked you from head to toe as he answered you. "I only play one sport now a days. Guitar." He said, his tone becoming more and more flirty as you two got close.

Another soft laugh. “That’s not a sport love.”

James laughed as you called him love. His gaze lowered from your face to your body. His eyes wandered onto the curves in your hips and down to your legs as his voice said with a flirtatious tone

"You're right. It's an art, a form of self expression. However, I cannot deny that playing the guitar can be very tough. There are many techniques and chords that I must learn, and I must learn to play my guitar with my fingers. That's where you come in, I am sure your fingers could come in handy."

You look up at him with doe eyes. “I’m an artists so my fingers are in fact *very* skilled.”

*James smirked at you as you spoke. The boy took this opportunity to get even closer to you. Your faces were only a few inches apart now, and he could not help but stare directly into your eyes. Your voice was filled with confidence and that made him more interested in you. The tall wizard spoke with a sensuous voice and with a flirtatious smile.* "An artist? You know, I find that very compelling. You're a very unique and interesting woman, my dear."

“My dear” played on repeat in your head as you look up at the lead singer of ‘The Marauders’. “Oh, how so?”

*James raised his eyebrows* "Well for one, you already are able and confident to play a bold game with me, a celebrity..." *He said giving you a playful look. The tall dark haired boy kept talking, a smirk now appearing on his face as he teased you. "I am sure men are drooling over you everytime they see you. You don’t even flinch when I flirt with you." The famous singer added.

A small dry laugh escapes you. “Would you believe me if I said guys don’t spare me a second glance?”

James laughed, not believing a single word of what you just told him. You were so pretty and elegant, and you had a very feminine curve to you that was not something a boy could miss. The tall singer raised an eyebrow at you once more as he kept talking. "You can't be serious. I do not believe a single word of what you just said."

It’s true. I’m a nerd that reads and does art in her free time and for work. I have *one* friend that drags me places like here otherwise I don’t leave the house. Your lips curl into a smirk. “Most guys don’t even know I exist.”

Your story was very interesting to James. The way you described yourself as a nerd that stays in the house most of the time, a girl who does art, a girl whose hobbies are different. James' eyes were now roaming all over you. His smirk never faltered, even as he looked at you in a flirtatious way. His eyes would occasionally glance at your lips and your body. “You know, I find that very interesting. I love a woman who I could call unique, different, and a nerd."

“Yea?” You ask giving him the slightest held tilt.

Once again your head tilt caught James off guard. It only made him more intrigued and interested. The boy's eyes started going back to roaming over your body once again. That made him start speaking with more of a flirtatious tone this time.

"I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m sure you are a very mysterious girl. I just can't take my eyes off of you and just the way you carry yourself says a million words. I bet you're just as mysterious as you're lovely."

James did not waste any more time. His eyes stayed locked on you as a big grin spread on his face. His flirtatious voice started making a comeback. He could not believe how close to your face he was at the moment. The lead singer looked you in the eye with his very seductive tone and smirk. "Now that I have finally met you up close, I can see it in your eyes. This beautiful and mysterious aura makes you more interesting and attractive. You're just one big mystery to a man like me. And you know, I think I'd like to uncover that mystery."

Taking a step forward you gently, you place your hand on his abdomen. You can feel his tone body against your fingers through his damp shirt. “What kind of mystery am I, Mr. Lead singer?”

James smirked again as he heard you speaking. Your body was now close to his, and he could feel your breath against his skin. The lead singer took a few seconds to answer this time. The boy took a step closer to you as well, his eyes now going back to roam over your body again. Your curves were definitely something not to pass up, and this made him very interested. His charm was at its peak and he spoke like the typical flirtatious boy he was. "You're the kind of mystery that's hiding something special under the surface. I would love to unravel you and learn more about you..."

“Hm, unravel me?”

James was not letting you take charge of the flirtatious conversation. He wanted to be the one who took the lead and not let you have the upper hand. The boy looked at you with his confident and charming eyes as he spoke. "That's right. I would love to unravel every single thing about you. Your mysterious aura makes me wonder what's hidden beneath that pretty face of yours. Maybe you're hiding some dirty little secret under that elegant nature of yours."

Once again a smirk plays its way onto your face. “Speaking of secrets, there’s a secret surprise on the lighter you borrowed from me.”

The bold and flirty lead singer was starting to feel intrigued. Your bold replies took him by surprise and made him more interested. He raised an eyebrow at you once more as his eyes stayed on your body. The way he was watching you was like a hawk eyeing its prey. Finally James replied to your last statement. "And what is this... surprise on your lighter?"

“My number.”

The lead singer froze when he heard that. You were serious? You were actually making a bold move? James' smirk disappeared for a split second and he was replaced by a very shocked boy with his heart beating like mad. "Is that so? Are you sure you want to give me your number? Because once I have it, I will probably won't be so easy to get rid of. And I might even end up calling you whenever I feel like it."

“I’m always free.” You start walking backwards. “Oh and consider me hooked Mr. Lead singer.” While walking backwards you give him a lazy two finger salute before walking off the stage and back to Andrea who is beyond shocked and excited.

James is still staring at you as you make your way back to your friend, Andrea. The lead singer was left speechless and without words. You were bold, confident, competitive and so mysterious. All those qualities had made James want you even more. He could not deny that he was starting to feel very interested in you. The boy then took a deep breath and turned around and headed back to his bandmates whispering to himself.

“She’s going to be the death of me.”

[rekino2114]

Playing with a ouija board with mikako kurokawa

Halloween post #6

Pairing:mikako kurokawa x gn reader

Summary:When you invited your friend/crush to play with a ouija board for Halloween, you never imagined it would lead to you confessing to each other

A/n:This is a good time to mention that in most mikako posts I'll do, I'll use her killing game personality even in non killing game aus like this one, even it doesn't make much sense I'm just more familiar with that version of her.

You were always one for spooky things, and it was probably because of this that you felt a special attraction and connection to the ultimate exorcist herself. You loved everything about mikako: her quiet voice, the long pauses she took in between words and her seemingly dead eyes accentuated by her permanent eye bags, you were crushing hard

Despite your feelings for her, you still managed to become pretty good friends, mostly because you loved hearing her talk about the stories behind her exorcism, and she was happy to have found someone who she could tell those stories to

Since Halloween was coming up and both of you were pretty excited about it, you decided to invite her to hang out, and you thought it'd be fun and on theme to play with a ouija board, mikako was literally the best exorcist in the country so you didn't even have to worry about being possessed or other stuff when she was around

"Is everything ready?"

".......yes"

Mikako finished lighting the purple candles she put around and turned towards you, giving you some beads similar to hers

".......take these......I had kinji bless them.....they'll protect you"

"Oh thanks"

"I......also have holy water.....and the crucifix on my uniform......just in case"

"Wow, you're really prepared for this. Is all of this really necessary?"

"Probably not.......but I just want......to make sure....I don't want anyone to get possessed with me around......especially you"

You blushed a bit but quickly brushed it off as mikako turned off the lights and sat near you

"Let's.....start"

"Ok"

You held your hands together near the planchette (I'm pretty sure that's what it's called ) which caused both of you to go red even if thankfully neither of you noticed it, and asked if there were any spirits which caused the wood piece to move towards the yes

"Oh looks like there is one, great we can start"

You started by asking the spirit basic questions like what its name was and how it died, and after it specified that it didn't have evil intentions, you started asking more personal questions

"Oh! Let's ask about crushes"

"....w-what.....why?"

You were very surprised to see mikako stutter and blush but didn't think too much about it

"I dunno, people in movies do it all the time, come on it'll be fun"

".....o-ok"

"Great, let's start with you"

".........."

"Oh spirit in this room, does mikako kurokawa, the girl standing near me, have a crush on someone?"

After you asked the question, the planchette started moving towards the yes once again

You were kinda disappointed and sad that she loved someone, and that meant you probably didn't have a chance, but you always thought that she was out of your league, so you were ready to accept it. You managed to hide your true emotions to not ruin the mood

"Oooooooh now I see why you were blushing"

".......i-I......."

"Don't worry, I won't tell whoever it is.....buuuut I will find out

"W-wait"

"Oh spirit! Who is the person that Mikako has a crush on?"

You saw the planchette move

"OK let's see........w-wait"

It started to spell every letter in your name, and when it finished, you turned to see the exorcist blushing incredibly hard hiding her face with her hands

"M-mikako, is that true?"

"......yes....I...I have had feelings for you......for a long time"

"R-really?"

"Yes.....Your conversations are always.....nice and you look......like an angel"

You blushed a lot more but smiled as you continued to hear her confession

".....Yamato actually told me.....to confess to you today......I didn't expect it to be like this, though."

"To be honest.....I love you too"

".....r-really?"

"Yes, I mean, you're so pretty and nice to talk to, I had feelings for you for a long time too"

You saw mikako's look of surprise morph into a slight smile, which was the most happiness you had ever seen out of her

".....so....do you mind......starting to date?"

"I'd love that"

You got closer to your new girlfriend and kissed her lips. Both you and her felt amazing and truly peaceful in this moment. You pulled away for a second to see that her smile widened even more

"I don't know.....if it's too early.....to say this.....but......I love you"

"Don't worry, I love you too mikako"

"That's.......thanks...thanks so much"

You just smiled at her again admiring her beauty

"Oh, I need to thank the spirit. It's thanks to them that I got a girlfriend"

"....yeah....I guess so......I should thank them too.....since I got such an amazing partner"

[ladielovette]

how dollie's birthday goes with the pogues!

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

SUMMARY: how dollie's birthday goes w the pogues

CONTAINS/GENRE: fluff, mentions of birthday, hugs and kisses, letters, flirting, teasing (not that kind)

dollie woke up to the feeling of her hand being submerged in warm water, she was a pretty light sleeper and john b was rethinking the prank. dollie pretended to still be asleep just to hear her friends mindless babbling, knowing they'd probably say something dumb and make her laugh.

"dude she's gonna wake up, i dunno why you tried this in the first place." john b whisper scolded jj, his arms folded as he stood behind his friend that was crouched holding a bowl of warm water, "she won't, be patient." jj hushed john b and looked intently at the girls face that was twitching a bit as she tried to hold back her laugh, "dang it!" jj grumbled and pulled the bowl away, dumping it on john b instead, "bet she woke up 'cause of ya complaints." jj scoffed before he tried to make a dramatic exit but instead slipped on the water he poured on john b.

john b stood unfazed as he rolled his eyes at his friend and grabbed a towel off of the rack in dollie's room, wiping his face and tossing it back over the rack, "ignore him, he tried to make you pee." john b sat on the bottom of her bed, dollie's face slightly twisted in concern and disgust. "ok, phrased that wrong." john b shook his head and dismissed the previous conversation, "happy 17th." he grinned and shook her shoulder gently, making her smile and sit up, "before you ask if i feel more mature, i don't." she giggled and pulled the blanket off, hugging him tightly and standing up to find some clothes before the pogues came in through her bedroom door.

"happy birthday t'you!" they harmonized holding a cake sarah paid for, collectively smiling as jj giggled in the back of all of them, when they finished their song they held the cake infront of her and she blew out the candles with a big smile on her face, "yay! did you make your wish?" sarah asked as she moved to stand beside the girl and wrap her in a side hug, "yah, but i can't tell ya." she told the girl before jj came from behind pope with a crown and sash that read, happy 13th! and her face screwed up a tiny bit at that, jj saw the look and responded, "only one left at save-a-lot." he shrugged before grinning again and putting the accessories on her, "y'look so good now, even in ya bunny jammies." he tugged on the sleeve a bit, "aren't you sweet." she gave him a pretend smile and pulled it off, "i'll put it back in, gotta get clothed first though." she muttered and went to her closet.

"sooo, cake now?" jj asked, dollie heard the echo of kie mumbling something but the girl only heard the word 'wait' and the hitting of his shoulder. dollie got dressed in shorts and a button up gingham shirt with some beaten up red converse she'd had for years now, doing a quick braid and coming back out of the bathroom to get the sash and crown and get a move on.

the pogues had all gotten into the twinkie and dollie was now fully in birthday mode, excited and talking to the girls about how pumped she was— her hyperness most likely from eating cake for breakfast that jj insisted needed more frosting, the boys argued in the front about how the schedule was gonna go, the pogues took birthdays very seriously, and they were determined to make her 17th the best ever.

dollie finally turned to the front where john b was driving, jj was in the passenger seat, and pope sat behind their seats, "so, what actually are we doing for today?" she smiled as she practically bounced in her spot, pope felt concern for her teeth he could hear rotting from the sugar but spoke with animation anyway, "everything we know you love to do." pope looked up at the girl from his spot on the floor, "surf?" she perked up a bit, "that's right, mama, papa j is taking the birthday girl surfin' and if johnny boy isn't being a meanie like usual— we'll get milkshakes." jj turned around in his seat, "your with me from 9 to 11." he grinned as he chewed his gum he winked at her, making her shake her head with a smile. "11 to 1 is with me," pope started and slapped away jjs hand that was trying to take off his hat discreetly by slipping his hand behind the chair, "were goin' to a museum." he smiled softly at her to which she reacted with a big smile and nod of approval. "1 to 3 is with me, m'taking you to a baking class." he said, dollie's eyes widened and then her lips curled up, baking was not her specialty, she could cook well— baking? nightmare.

"3 to 6 with your fav, kie." kie put her hand under her chin as a way to jokingly emphasize her face, making dollie laugh slightly, "simple surf shop shopping spree on me." kie tried to play it off as nothing but she knew dollie had been wanting a new board and more fahlo bracelets recently, so dollie squealed in excitement for a second before composing herself, hugging kie. "ay! why ain't i get any of that!" jj grunted to the girls, annoyed he didn't get a hug, "maybe later." dollie pulled away from kie and waved him off, making him gasp dramatically and pout to himself, "aaaand," sarah finished off this little segment of her day, "6 to 9 with i and im taking you to make your own crayon color!" sarah gushed, knowing dollie had wanted to go there for awhile now, watching many many videos on popes computer of the process in awe and pouting about how she wanted to go, that also made dollie squeal, "you guys are seriously the bestfriends ever, i love yall." she put her hands over her heart as she jutted her bottom lip out in a fake pout, "couldn't ask for much better." she was serious, she loved them all, she'd be able to gush forever about her friends.

"ah, that's not all." pope cut off with a finger up, "oh yah, you get a bonfire with all ya little friends plus the bestest ones at the end of the day." john b smiled as he spoke to her, knowing she'd love it, she gasped and started raving about them again before jj cut her off, "we know we're the bestfriends ever, but i want a smoothie bowl and sarah said 'is on her so can we get our butts on the move— 12 and under eat free— you look about 12." jj pointed at the girl with narrowed eyes as he analyzed her, "you mean 13?" she pointed at her sash and the girls laughed at that.

"welll... you convinced shoupe you were 8 when he was plastered so he'd let you off the hook for running out a restaurant without paying."

"what?!"

that was fun to write, tell me if you want a part 2!!

divider creds:

@issysh3ll

@dollywons

that's all, xoxo, brandy.