#and the trust thing? id take one look at him and this “Oh he COULD break my heart but he wont” and that would be it for me

[big-ooof]

Trespasser

non-idol!Sunghoon x f!reader

When you sneak into your ex’s office to reclaim your late grandmother’s necklace, you don’t expect to run into someone like Sunghoon— your ex’s coworker who has a habit of being in the wrong place at the right time.

note: suggestive content

You’re starting to think you’ve watched too many Mission Impossible movies. This isn’t a movie though, it’s real life and you’re starting to let it sink in: this is a bad idea.

It’s the middle of a workday, and you’re currently hiding in the stairwell of the corporate fortress where your ex, a smug, manipulative man-child, works. He’s refused to give back your necklace. The one your grandma gave you. The one that shouldn’t have meant anything to him, but somehow ended up in his desk drawer. A bargaining chip. “You want it? Come talk to me.”

Absolutely not.

So here you are: dressed in boring gray slacks and a loose button-down you borrowed from your roommate, trying to look like you belong. Hair up. Fake ID badge clipped on. Stomach tight with adrenaline. You're just trying to make it to his office on the 17th floor without being spotted.

But fate, or some cosmic punishment for dating him in the first place, has other plans. The elevator doors open to an empty hallway. You step out cautiously, scanning the space like you're in a heist movie.

You don’t notice someone watching you until you do. Black slacks, sleek shirt tucked in, twiddling the lanyard sticking out of his pant pocket. He’s leaning against the wall next to the printer, sipping iced coffee with the bored elegance of someone who sees everything and says nothing unless he wants to.

One of his brows quirks up when you make eye contact with him. “You're not from this floor.” You freeze.

He takes another sip, still watching you. You could bolt. You should. But something in his gaze doesn’t read security threat. It reads… amused.

“I’m just… dropping something off.” you mutter, already backing away.

“You don’t even know where you're going.”

“And you do?” you snap before you can stop yourself.

That makes him smile. Just a little. Dangerous. “Park Sunghoon,” he says, pushing off the wall. “Business development team. And you’re…?"

“…not going to tell you.”

“Fair. Then at least let me guess.” He walks toward you, slow and smooth like you’re a puzzle he’s interested in solving. “You’re not an intern. Too confident. Not from HR, they’d never wear those boots. Definitely not here for a meeting, or you wouldn’t be avoiding eye contact with the security cameras.”

You glance up. Shit. You hadn’t noticed those. “You're here for someone,” he finishes.

“…I’m leaving.”

“Oh come on, you’re not gonna get what you came for if you walk away now,” he says, like he’s daring you to stay.

You hesitate. “Why are you encouraging me?”

“I’m bored. And you’re interesting.” Another sip. “Also, I hate your ex boyfriend.”

You blink. “You don’t even know who he is.”

“I’ve got a good guess. There’s a particular someone who overshares and lacks self-awareness. Besides, who holds a necklace hostage? …loser behavior.”

That last part gets to you. Your jaw tightens. And maybe that’s the moment he decides something. Because the next thing he says is: “Just say you’ll accept my help. I’ll distract the assistant. You get what you need. Then we get out.”

“Are you serious?”

He nods once, tucking his lanyard in like it’s a badge of honor. “I’m always serious about breaking dumb rules.”

You don’t know what this is or why you’re suddenly trusting a stranger with your small-scale felony, but the elevator doors close behind you both and it’s too late to back out now.

The rest of the day is a blur. He takes you to the right floor and gives you space when you insist you can do this alone. You get the necklace. Get caught in the stairwell. Almost get escorted out. Sunghoon steps in again, calm and charming and absolutely unreadable, talking fast and slow at the same time. And you don’t know how he does it.

Once outside, he pulls you into a side alley behind the building to avoid the guards. You’re both laughing, breathless, and too close. “Do you always do this kind of thing?” he asks, grin crooked, eyes bright.

“No,” you say, holding the necklace tight in your palm. “I usually avoid chaos.”

He nods, brushing a thumb over his jaw. “Then why did you let me convince you?”

You shrug. “Maybe I like chaos a little.”

He steps closer, voice low. “Mm, you like me a little.”

You tilt your head. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

He looks at you like you’re the most entertaining thing he’s seen all year. And for a moment, neither of you says anything. Finally, he says, “Let me buy you a drink. Just one. Not because I helped you. Because I want to know what compelled you to pull this stunt.”

Despite your mind trying to convince you to leave, go home, your feet are already following him out into the crowd of people walking. The bar he takes you to is tucked between a laundromat and a florist. Quiet, dim, the kind of place with scratched wood tables and a playlist that’s all low vocals and basslines.

Sunghoon slides into the booth across from you, spinning a black cocktail straw between his fingers. “You didn’t have to come,” he says, like he’s testing you again. That unreadable tone. Like he half-expects you to ghost him mid conversation.

You lift your necklace up, now safely clasped around your neck, and say, “You didn’t have to help me.”

“Yeah, but you looked like you were two seconds away from punching someone.”

“And?”

He smirks. “You’re hot.”

You scoff. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re stubborn.”

The waitress comes and goes. You get a gin and tonic. He gets whiskey, neat. Neither of you brings up your ex, but the tension still lingers like smoke. You watch him out of the corner of your eye. He doesn’t look like the type who steps into other people’s messes. He looks… too clean for it. Like someone who normally keeps distance on purpose.

“So why did you help me?” you ask eventually, softer now.

He shrugs. “Like I said. Bored. But also—” He taps a finger on the side of his glass. “You walked into a corporate building like you were going to war. That kind of energy sticks with a person.”

You laugh, surprised. “Well, it was kind of war.”

“And you’re still losing, by the way.”

“Excuse me?”

“You haven’t deleted his number yet.”

You freeze. He clocks it. Doesn’t look away.

“Saw you check your phone when we left. Your face dropped. Like you expected a message that didn’t come.”

You bristle. “That’s none of your business.”

“It’s not,” he agrees. “But I make it mine when I decide I care.”

Your eyes snap to his. You don’t know what to say to that. So you sip your drink and look away. And for a few long minutes, neither of you speaks.

You left the bar first. You try not to think about him on the train home. But when your fingers brush the necklace, your mind drifts back to the way he watched you— curious, like you were a challenge, not a mess. You wonder if you should’ve stayed longer. If you should’ve let him ask more questions. If maybe you were allowed to want someone who chooses to see you when you’re chaotic.

It’s Sunday and you decided to pick up some groceries instead of lying in bed all day. You were walking through the aisles, fiddling with your necklace when you hear a voice behind you: “Stalking me now?”

You turn, startled. Sunghoon stands a few steps away, holding a to-go cup. Hoodie pulled on now, sleeves pushed to the elbows. He looks more like himself like this, not some polished office guy with all the right lines. “You’re the one behind me,” you counter.

He shrugs, half a smile playing on his lips. “Maybe the universe wants us to keep running into each other.”

You should have walked away after bagging your things, should’ve went straight home. But instead, you fall into step beside him holding a reusable bag filled with your groceries. You walk in silence for a few blocks. The city’s quieter now. The kind of quiet that makes you honest.

Finally, he says, “I meant what I said, you know.” You glance at him. “That you intrigue me.”

You scoff. “You don’t even know me.”

“Exactly,” he says, tilting his head. “That’s the part that bothers me.”

That throws you off. “Why?”

“Because I don’t usually notice people. Not like that. Not enough to care what they’re doing sneaking around corporate stairwells.”

You walk a little further before replying. “You think too much.”

“Maybe.” He pauses. “But I notice when someone’s carrying something they don’t want to talk about… and I don’t mean your groceries.”

You slow down at that. He doesn’t press, but the invitation is there— quiet, open. You stop walking completely, fingers brushing the edge of your necklace. It’s stupid how fast the emotions rush back.

“I dated him for three years,” you say, voice low. “Started off perfect. He said all the right things, knew how to make me feel wanted. But eventually… everything became a trade. My time, my love, even my stories, nothing was ever done just for the hell of it with him.”

Sunghoon watches you. Doesn’t interrupt.

“And when I left,” you continue, “he made it clear that he didn’t respect my choice. He didn’t scream or beg. He just… took things. Small things. Petty things. Like this necklace. As if keeping it would make me come back. As if he was owed an ending that made sense to him.”

There’s silence. Then Sunghoon says, softly, “People like that don’t want love. They want ownership.”

Your throat tightens. You nod once, slow. “I didn’t want to be anyone’s property ever again,” you murmur. “I didn’t want to have to explain why I was done. I just wanted it to be enough that I was.”

He steps closer, empty to-go cup still in his hand. “It was enough,” he says.

You look up at him and his expression is stripped of all charm and games now. Just quiet certainty. “This might be poor timing, but I do want to get to know you. If you let me.”

Your heart’s still pounding from all the things you just said, but his voice, low and unhurried, steadies you. He doesn’t crowd you. He doesn’t smirk. He just waits. You glance at him, mouth twitching. “Are you always like this when you’re intrigued with someone?”

A flicker of amusement returns to his eyes. “Like what?”

“Following girls down grocery aisles. Offering deep thoughts or a drink after a heist.”

“Only for the ones who trespass.”

You raise a brow. “So I’m a criminal and a muse?”

“You said it, not me.” He pauses. “But yes. Both.”

You roll your eyes. But you’re smiling now, a little breathless. Then you surprise yourself. “You want to come over?” you ask, almost too casually. “I mean— don’t get any ideas. I just… don’t feel like saying goodbye yet.”

He blinks. And then gives you the kind of smile that makes your stomach dip— not cocky, just genuine. Soft around the edges. “I won’t get any ideas,” he says, voice warm. “But I won’t lie, I’m curious to see what your place looks like.”

“Messy.”

“Of course it is.”

“Don’t judge me. I committed a felony a couple days ago.”

He laughs. “No judgment. Just… observations.”

You kick the door open with your foot and gesture dramatically. “Welcome to the chaos.”

Sunghoon steps inside, hands still in his pockets, taking it all in. The overwatered plant by the window, the jacket hanging off the kitchen chair, the soft playlist still looping from earlier. Your personality is everywhere. He looks like he likes that.

“Wow,” he says, finally.

You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“I just… didn’t picture you living somewhere so soft.”

Your brow furrows. “Soft?”

“The blanket on the couch is pink,” he points out.

“I like pink.”

“I never said that was a problem.” He grins. “Just makes me rethink calling you intimidating.”

You toss your keys at him, which he catches them easily. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

“Oh, I won’t. I’m on high alert. You might steal something from me next,” he teases.

“Tempting,” you mutter, pulling off your boots. “But I only commit theft for family heirlooms and emotional revenge.”

“Good to know.”

You settle on the couch and pat the space beside you. “Sit. You helped me rob an office. The least I can do is let you make fun of my throw pillows.”

He walks over and flops down beside you, arm brushing yours. It’s casual, too casual. It makes your skin buzz.

You glance sideways. “Still intrigued?”

He turns his head. He’s close now, voice dropping just enough to make your heart do that dangerous flutter. “Even more than I was a few days ago.”

You swallow. “I’m not good at this. The in-between stuff.”

“I don’t need you to be good,” he says. “I just need you to be honest.”

You look at him. And the world goes still. For one long second, you think he might kiss you. But instead, he just leans back again— the slightest smirk tugging at his lips. And somehow, that’s worse.

The clock on your wall blinked “12:49 AM” a while ago, but neither of you noticed. The city outside your window is muted, all dark blue and scattered headlights. Inside, the light is soft. Your legs are tucked under you on the couch, a half-eaten bowl of grapes between you and Sunghoon, who has somehow made himself look completely at home without trying. He’s curled sideways now, one hand hanging over the back of the couch, pinky barely brushing your shoulder.

You’ve been talking about everything and nothing: worst dates, weird dreams, the time he got locked out of his own office in socks. Every time you think he’s just a little too cool, he tells you something ridiculous and makes you laugh so hard you forget to be guarded. You’re not sure how you got here, like this, like open. But you don’t hate it. In fact, you want to stay here longer than you should.

Sunghoon glances over, eyes catching the light. “You’re quiet.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Always.”

He smiles, but it fades quickly. “You look like you want to say something.”

You hesitate. Then you do. “I haven’t told anyone about what really happened with my ex. Not even my friends.”

He doesn’t flinch. Just says, “Why me?”

You shrug. “You didn’t ask me to.” There’s a pause. You shift on the couch, nerves prickling, but his gaze stays steady. “I think part of me still feels like I messed up,” you admit. “For staying too long. For letting him chip away at me little by little. I was so used to being loved in pieces that I forgot I deserved the whole thing.”

His jaw clenches subtly, like it physically pains him to hear that. You go on, quieter. “And then you showed up. Some stranger in a hallway who didn’t ask for anything, didn’t push. You just… offered. Help. Time. Safety. I didn’t even realize how badly I needed someone to choose me for no reason.”

His eyes soften and that unreadable armor he wore in the office is gone now. What’s left is raw and unguarded. “I didn’t do anything special,” he says.

“Maybe that’s what made it special.” You don’t mean to lean in. But you do. You don’t mean to reach for him. But you do.

His hand meets yours halfway, calloused palm against your fingers, grounding you. The tension that’s been building since the stairwell, since the bar, since now, pulls tight like a thread between your ribs.

His voice is barely above a whisper. “If I kiss you right now, it’s not just curiosity.”

You swallow, heart pounding. “Okay.”

“It’s not just because I think you’re beautiful.”

“Okay.”

“It’s because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the moment you walked out of that elevator looking like you had a bomb strapped to your chest and a mission in your eyes.”

You laugh. A tiny, nervous sound. And then you say it. “I want you to kiss me.”

There’s a beat. Then he does. It’s not rushed. Not greedy. It’s quiet, purposeful— like he’s been waiting for permission, not an opportunity. Your hand curls into his shirt, his fingers resting lightly on your jaw, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you don’t feel like you’re being taken. You feel seen. When the kiss breaks, his forehead rests against yours. You’re both breathing a little harder now, but neither of you speaks for a long moment.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep tangled up with someone you barely knew, your cheek pressed to the soft fabric of your couch, your fingers still loosely hooked in the hem of his hoodie. But Sunghoon’s warmth is impossible to ignore.

After that kiss you both stayed curled into each other, barely speaking. His thumb traced the edge of your wrist. Your knee bumped his. A shared blanket draped across your legs, still smelling faintly of lavender detergent and some memory you hadn’t thought about in months. Eventually, your words slowed. Your eyelids fluttered.

And sometime around 3 a.m., your head dropped against his shoulder, and his arm slid around you without a word.

There’s sunlight slicing through your curtains. You blink once, then again, momentarily disoriented. Then: weight, warmth. The feeling of him— body pressed against yours, arm wrapped around your waist, his breath steady and low against your neck.

You’re on your side. He’s spooned behind you, his palm splayed across your stomach under your oversized T-shirt, fingertips brushing bare skin. You shift slightly, just enough for your hips to press back into him.

That’s when you feel it. He’s hard. You freeze, your heart slamming once against your ribs. His breathing changes, just a little. Then he murmurs, voice still scratchy from sleep, “That’s not how I meant to say good morning.”

Your lips curve, slow. “No?”

“No,” he says, and his hand flexes slightly against your waist. “But I’m not complaining.”

You shift again, deliberately this time, and feel him inhale, sharp and controlled.

“Careful,” he warns softly.

You smile into your pillow. “Why?”

“Because I’m trying really hard to be respectful, and you’re testing my limits before I’ve even had coffee.”

You roll to face him. He’s blinking slowly now, eyes still heavy with sleep but locked on you— all dark lashes and messy hair and that look again, like he’s seeing right through you and doesn’t mind what he finds.

You slip one hand up to his jaw. “What if I want to test them?”

He leans in, just slightly. His lips graze yours but don’t press. Not yet. “If I continue you won’t consider it trespassing would you?” he teases, his thumb brushing your hip.

You roll your eyes. “That’s more of my thing. Besides, I told you last night… I’m not good at the in-between.”

A beat. Then his mouth is on yours again, this time hungry, warm, sure. The kiss deepens quickly, no hesitation now. His hands slide under your shirt, fingertips tracing the curve of your spine, and when you arch into him, he groans softly against your lips— like he’s been holding this back for hours.

Your legs tangle. The blanket slips. Your name slips from his mouth like a promise. And you let yourself get lost in it, in him. His fingers brush beneath your shirt, dragging heat along your skin. When he slides it higher, you don’t stop him. You raise your arms and let him pull it off completely.

“You’re unreal,” he murmurs, lips at your collarbone. “Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

You laugh, breathless. “That’s the idea.”

“Dangerous,” he mutters, pressing his mouth to the center of your chest. “You’re actually dangerous.”

He kisses down the line of your ribs, slow and reverent, like he wants to learn your reactions. And you give them to him, soft gasps, whispered encouragement, the way your nails dig lightly into his shoulders when he finds a spot that makes you shiver.

Then he shivers when you hook your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them just enough to make him exhale sharply. His voice is ragged now. “Still sure?”

You nod, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him back up to kiss you again. “Don’t ask again.”

He grins against your mouth. “Bossy.”

You answer that by rolling on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. “I broke into an office building and threatened a man for a necklace,” you say, teeth catching his lower lip. “Did you think I was shy?”

Sunghoon groans like he’s in actual pain, hands gripping your thighs as he exhales beneath you. “God, I’m in trouble.”

You slide your hand down between you, teasing, slow, and he curses under his breath. Your bodies find a rhythm. Nothing rushed. Nothing careless. Just raw, mutual want.

And then— A knock. It’s sudden, loud. Twice. You both freeze. Another knock, sharper this time. Closer to a bang.

“Hey!” A man’s voice. “I know you’re in there. Open the damn door.”

Your stomach drops. Sunghoon sits up, already pulling the blanket around you both instinctively. His body’s tense, jaw clenched. “Who the hell—?”

You don’t need to guess. You already know. Your voice is flat, barely audible. “It’s him.” Your ex.

Sunghoon turns toward the door like he might actually kill someone. “Want me to handle it?” he asks, voice low, dangerous now. You should say no. You should tell him it’s fine. But you’re still pressed against him, bare beneath a blanket, kissed raw and touched open, and you’re done being small for someone else’s comfort.

So instead, you look him in the eyes and say: “Let me handle it.” And you rise from the couch.

You barely take time to throw on a hoodie and sweats before unlocking the door. You don’t open it wide. Just enough to see him, your ex, standing there with that same smug tension in his shoulders, like he’s been practicing a speech he expects you to crumble under.

“You ignored my texts,” he says flatly.

You blink. “Good morning to you, too.”

He scoffs, looking past your shoulder. “You left me on read after breaking in to my office. Thought you’d at least have the decency to respond.”

Something tightens in your chest, but you stay calm. “I didn’t break into anything. Security’s just lax.”

“Funny.” He leans against the doorframe. “You always act brave when you think you’re in the clear.”

You stiffen. “I didn’t open the door to argue. Look— I went there for my necklace, the one you held hostage. I got it back now. This is where this ends.”

But he shakes his head slowly, that condescending smirk spreading. “You always had a flair for dramatics. You’re not as strong as you think, you know.”

There it is. That quiet, poisonous push. The same tactic he always used, saying just enough to make you question your own fire. This time, it doesn’t work. But it does make you angry.

Your voice is still low, but sharp now. “You really think I’m afraid of you?”

“I think you like pretending to be above it all,” he mutters. “But here you are… hiding behind some new guy? Is he the one you’re screwing now?”

You snap. The door flies open, and you step fully into the hall, eyes blazing.

“You don’t get to do that,” you hiss. “You don’t get to show up at my place like a crazy person and act like I owe you something. You’re the one who made me feel small. You held something I love hostage just so I’d talk to you. And the only reason you want me now is because I finally stopped needing your validation.”

His face twists. “So he’s your rebound, huh?”

And before you can even speak—

“Say that again,” comes Sunghoon’s voice behind you. It’s calm. Too calm. He steps into the hallway, shirt wrinkled, hair tousled, and eyes dark.

Your ex scoffs, looking him up and down. “Oh, so it is you.”

Sunghoon doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t raise his voice. Just meets his gaze and says, “If you show up at her door again, I won’t just answer it next time.”

Your ex takes a step back, laughing bitterly. “Oh, you’re one of those guys. Think you can white knight your way in with a girl like her?”

“No,” Sunghoon says evenly. “I know what it looks like when a woman doesn’t need rescuing, but deserves protection anyway.”

He turns to you once your ex finally turned around and walked away silently. His voice softening, “you okay?”

And it’s that, not the argument, not the adrenaline, that nearly breaks you. The way he asks, like your anger doesn’t scare him. Like your fire doesn’t need to be tamed to be loved.

You nod, swallowing hard. “I’m good,” you whisper.

He watches you for a moment longer. Then he slips his hand into yours. And without another word, the door shuts behind you both. Your past on one side, and something new on the other. The quiet settles thick in the apartment. No more yelling. No footsteps. Just your breath still unsteady and the soft hum of the city waking up outside. Sunghoon hasn’t let go of your hand. You look down at it, his fingers laced through yours, grounding, steady.

“He really tried it, huh,” you mutter, a little dazed.

“Yeah.” His voice is calm again, low and even. “He did.”

You finally turn to face him. “Sorry you had to see that.”

“Don’t be.”

You hesitate. “Most people would’ve bolted.”

“I’m not most people.”

You already knew that, felt it when he stood up for you, when he touched you like you weren’t fragile, just real. When he didn’t flinch from your fire, but met it with heat of his own. You sigh, stepping back just enough to sit on the edge of the couch. “I don’t… I don’t know what this is. Between us.”

Sunghoon sits too, close but not crowding you. “Me neither,” he admits.

You glance at him, startled. “Seriously?”

He laughs under his breath. “You think I make a habit of helping women break into office buildings, sleep on their couches, and nearly throw punches at their exes before breakfast?”

You smile, tired. “I don’t know. You do have good timing.” There’s a long pause. Not uncomfortable, just full of weight. You stare at your hands. “I’m not ready for anything serious. I don’t even know if I trust myself yet. But for the first time in months, I feel like I can breathe around someone.”

He nods slowly.

“And that someone just so happens to be the ridiculously hot guy who caught me trespassing,” you add.

That earns a soft laugh. He nudges your knee with his. “I’m flattered.”

You finally meet his eyes. “I guess I just don’t want to screw this up. Whatever this is.”

Sunghoon leans forward, elbows on his knees, thoughtful. “Then don’t screw it up,” he says. “Don’t overthink it. Don’t run from it. And don’t assume I want something perfect. I just want something honest, real.”

Your chest tightens.

“I don’t need you to be ready for everything,” he says, voice soft but certain. “I just need to know you won’t disappear on me without saying goodbye.”

“I won’t,” you whisper. “I promise.”

He leans in again, slower this time, and presses a kiss to your temple. And it doesn’t feel like a grand gesture. It doesn’t feel like a promise of forever. It just feels like someone choosing you, here, now, in the stillness after the storm.

[miniimight]

I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[littleplantfreak]

the last one is sachi hitting me with this as i die from a heart attack

ALSO if y’all haven’t, GO DO SACHI’S EVENT 🔫 otherwise you’re seriously missing out

─── A Letter for @littleplantfreak ✦

If you have received this, it means you signed up for Sachi's Selfship Event !

MARI MY DEAREST <3 You and Ume are seriously the cutest. I LOVE THE ART RAAAAA. I'm counting on that wedding invitation. Someone's gotta throw the petals around yk.

✉️ Attachment: ABCs with Umemiya Hajime

[A] Affection It's like a competition when it comes to you two. You're affectionate to him, then he tries to outdo you. Of course, you're not gonna settle just like that, so you outdo him. The cycle continues. You have an affection for each other that other people envy. It's like a sunshine x sunshine situation, y'know? He also gets cuteness aggression ALL THE TIME. You know because he's very physical when expressing it.

[F] Fights He will never ever start a fight with you. If he does, then it's probably over something silly. He can be a bit dramatic when it comes you at times... Although, you do fight a lot over the fact that you don't allow him to reciprocate the efforts that you do for him. For example, you made him lunch one time and to return the gesture, he wanted to make dinner. You refused, saying that you could handle it. He gets all whiney saying, "You never let me do things for you." It's hard for him because he has soooo much love to give and you don't always allow him to let it out. So yeah.

[K] Kisses Ume gets really giddy when getting and giving kisses. You get surprised a lot because he just attacks you with them out of nowhere. Ume especially likes it when you kiss him on the cheek—it makes him feel golden. But he gives you a lot of kisses on the lips. Sometimes, when you're gardening or cooking/baking, he'll sneak up on you. He'll wrap his arms around you and give you a kiss on the shoulder (I melted). It's his way of saying hello.

[T] Time Apart We all know who's folding first... Ume. He's the kind that sends i-miss-you texts even after you've just seen each other. He's a clingy guy despite the tough image he has as the top dog. Besides, on normal days, he does ask you often what you're up to or where you are. He does the same—updating you about his activities and whereabouts. It's one thing that he misses you (a lot), but he's also checking in because he's a worrywart. He's always thinking about your well-being. You match his energy too sometimes. I mean, who wouldn't miss a guy like him?

[U] Uniqueness I think what sets you apart from other couples is the level of trust you gave each other right off the bat. Most tend to be wary at first—trying to slowly let their walls down. But Ume trusted you completely. He was raw and genuine with you right from the start. It was overwhelming for you at first, but you quickly followed suit because Ume has proven himself to be the kind of guy with good intentions. He may have ghosts from his past, but he was honest about that with you as well—like he wanted to fully inform you before letting things become serious.

[W] Wildcard Before you officially got together, you and Ume got really close after gifting each other a plant. You gave each other a rather small plant. Both had tiny leaves and cute little flowers blooming on it. It was quite funny because neither of you were expecting to give the other a similar looking plant (same thoughts ehem). You still have those plants somewhere in your respective homes where it can be easily seen. Ume still sends you photos of the plant you gave him from time to time.

[Y] Yin & Yang Literally I think you two are almost the same person. But in this case, rather than clashing, you two just go well with each other. I mean, positive times positive is equal to positive (wow math). But I guess you differ in a way that he's more hyper than you are (?). He can get ahead of himself sometimes and he needs you to be there and pace him. The best example I can think of is when you're with your mutual friends. Ume helps you with socializing with the others without making it feel too forced. And you remind him to slow down (especially with Hiragi... that poor poor man).

(I LOVE THE ART U SENT IN THE REQUEST THO. IDK IF I CAN INCLUDE IT HERE BECAUSE IT'S NOT MINE, BUT AOUFUDAVHODUVB)

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[overtail]

Hey!! Loved your last Zuko smut it was so great! Could you please make another smut where zuko joins gaang but he isn’t fully trusted yet by everyone (except from reader who saw good in him from the beginning) so every night one person keeps an eye on him and when it was reader’s turn thing turned out spicy

I would like female reader who is flirty and teasing because she alert always found him attractive

It’s okay if you don’t want to write this I just saw you asked for requests

Thank you in advance<3

THANK U FOR REQUESTING MUAH MUAH

anyways id love to do that for you hehe :3

sorry if it took a while i was sick when i got the request 😔

got silly while writing this

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I know you - Zuko x Reader🔞

Summary: She was from the fire nation, he was the heir of it. She grew up thrown to the side, not ever accepting her true powers. When her and the Gaang take in Zuko so he can teach Aang firebending, she trusts him more than the others.

Trigger Warning: NSFW, flirting, arguing, slight bottom Zuko, Semi-public sex, both reader and zuko are awkward turtle ducks

Reader Info: Firebender who can't bend, Female intended, headstrong, flirty

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"I really don't want to supervise Zuko tonight." Sokka grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ever since Zuko saved Aang and his friends from 'Combustion Man' or better known as 'Sparky Sparky Boom Man', nobody trusted him to sleep around them without supervision. Well, except (Y/N), but they thought she had some bias since he was fire nation.

Nobody had a single drop of respect for him. Even though he insisted that he, 'was good now', everyone believed he was a spy.

But nobody could blame them.

"I need my beauty sleep." Sokka mimicked a beauty guru as his hands framed his face. "The ladies appreciate a pretty boy."

Katara groaned, rolling her eyes. "It's your turn, Sokka." She crossed her arms, pursing her lips at him. "No one else is gonna-"

"I'll do it!" A voice quickly interrupted. Everyone turned to look at (Y/N), who was standing stiffly. She smiled awkwardly. She pinched at the hem of her pants, stepping forward. "I don't mind doing it.."

Sokka crossed his arms, raising a brow at (Y/N). Everyone was aware of the little 'crush' she had on Zuko. I mean, he was cute, he was angsty, and he was strong. Extremely short, but strong. She always took the chance to tease him.

"I mean, if you insist." Sokka walked away towards his tent, sighing softly in happiness. Rest was one of his most appreciated things in life - behind stuffing his face in food. Maybe it was because he liked the feeling of waking up in the morning, or the interesting dreams he had at night.

No one knew.

"Thanks, Sokka!" She said with a smile waving goodbye to him. "I-I mean, I'll do the job.."

As everyone headed off to their respective sleeping spots, (Y/N) listened to the quiet chirping of the crickets, looking up at the night sky as the stars glimmered. She considered whether or not she should g into Zuko's tent to check up on him (more like poke fun at him.)

While she ended an ear to the sound of the crackling flames coming from. the vampire, she heard the sound of shuffling coming from her left. (Y/N) glanced to the side, seeing Zuko climbing out from the flaps of his tent.

"Oh. Hi." He said awkwardly, holding his hand up in place of a wave. "What are you doing out here?" He questioned, wondering where Sokka was. Zuko was aware of the rotation for their watch party; Aang, Katara, Sokka, and then (Y/N). Toph didn't have the responsibility of watching Zuko since her feet were still injured from when he jumpscared him that night.

"Watching you." (Y/N) tried to play it cool, but a pool of desire filled her heart as she watched Zuko's dark hair fall in front of his amber eyes. He looked so pretty as the firelight shone on his pale skin. She started to grow pink under his gaze.

"Isn't it Sokka's turn?" Zuko stretched, his shirt lifting up to expose his stomach. (Y/N)'s eyes widened at the sight.

"Yeah, but he begged me to take his turn," She lied, rubbing the back of her neck. "he's awfully tired."

Zuko nodded. He began to walk over to the log (Y/N) was sat on. (Y/N) watched as he sat next to her, his pale fingers grazing the hard bark of the seat. It was extremely cold in the area, especially since they were in a semi-cave. After the failed invasion at the palace, they had begun to stay at the western air temple. The infrastructure was odd - upside building lining the roofs of the cave.

"I'm sure you won't mind hangin' out with me." She elbowed him, smirking. "Us being fire nation and all."

Zuko turned to look at her, a brown raised in confusion. "You're from the fire nation?" He asked, tilting his head. It was as if he was inspecting her. "You don't seem like it."

(Y/N) shrugged, glancing up at him. "Yeah. I mean, my family was banished when I was pretty young. But I'm still fire nation." She sighed, resting her chin on her hand, Her elbow dug into the skin of her knee, but she didn't mind. "Do you know Gender Jin?" She asked.

With a nod, Zuko said, "Yeah, why?"

Genera. Jin had been banished from the fire nation twelve years ago, whe Zuko was four. He had committed treason against Azulon, Zuko's grandfather, for having a child with a waterbender. Apparently, he was also accused of planning attacks on the fire nation with the northern water tribe during this time. It was never confirmed, but the speculation was brought up a whole lot.

"That's my Dad." (Y/N) said, sighing softly, Zuko let out a small 'oh', surprised at this.

"Are you-"

"The infamous forbidden child? Yep. Yes-sir-ee." (Y/N) interjected. She already knew what he was going to say. The word was passed around almost the whole world when it happened, since the fire nations grasp infiltrated every nation in some manner. She knew what her name was. She knew what people thought of her.

"The rumors of me being a firebender and a water bender aren't true." Zuko looked at her, surprised that she knew this. "I'm just a plain ole' firebender."

There was an awkward silence between the two. There was not much to say, at least off the top of their heads.

(Y/N) perked up, looking over at Zuko. "Do you think you could teach me some tricks?" She said excitedly. Zuko was caught of guard by this.

"Tricks? What do you mean?" He asked, wanting her to elaborate. He was looking for practice with a firebender lately, so this might be fun.

"Like, could you teach me?" (Y/N) looked away with an embarrassed face. Her father never told her firebending; he wanted her to live a normal life as a kid.

"You mean you don't know anything?" Zuko laughed in disbelief. "Anything at all?"

"Yeah.." (Y/N) grumbled, pursing her lips slightly. "I'm ashamed of it - I can admit it. But I wouldn't mind if you taught me some things." She wiggled her brows, smirking slightly as she glanced at him. Zuko flattened his lips.

"I mean, I don't have much to do." Zuko pushed off of the seat, leaning forward and standing up fully. He glanced down at (Y/N). He reached his hand out, offering it to her. "Come on."

...

They walked into a small clearing, the cold night wind blowing their hair back and forth. They had climbed above the cliff the western air temple hung from, where a large valley rested.

Zuko had removed the robe that hung over his clothes. His arms were exposed, small goosebumps lining his arms.

(Y/N)'s eyes graced his body, her face growing red from both the cold air and his body.

"Already undressing?" She teased, crossing her arms and grinning. "Take me out to dinner first."

Zuko glanced over to her, a frown appearing on his face. "W-what?" He said, shifting uncomfortably.

"I mean, I get that I'm the prettiest girl here - no offense to Katara." (Y/N) walked over, smirking. "but you barely know me Prince Zuko." She poked him on the chest jokingly. (Y/N) leaned on her legs her hip popping out.

Zuko huffed out a fiery breath (no pun intended), looking to the side. "Do you want to learn or not?"

(Y/N)'s eyes widened. She stepped back, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, yeah." She shook her arms nervously, stepping back and getting into a fighting stance.

"Fire bending is all about- what are you doing?" Zuko stopped mid sentence, looking at (Y/N).

"Uhm, getting into a stance?" She said awkwardly, looking to the ground.

"No, no. You're to open." Zuko stepped forward. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them down in front of her chest. "You're leaving your body open to hits." He walked behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

She shivered, the feeling of his fingers gracing her skin. (Y/N) leaned into the touch, his palms touching the lower part of her shoulders. "You opponents have the opportunity to knock you to the ground." Zuko placed his right foot on the inside of her legs. The toe of his shoe pressed against the heel of her foot, pushing it slightly.

"You want to be low.." He whispered into her neck, pushing her shoulders down so she was more level to the ground.

Was he doing this on purpose? (Y/N)'s heartbeat was audible in her ears, but she wasn't the only one who's blood was pumping from this interaction.

As she moved down her backside rubbed against Zuko's crotch lightly. He let out a small gasp, his eye twitching at the feeling.

(Y/N) smirked at the sound, realizing the affect she had on Zuko. What could she do with this? A lonely teenage boy? She was sure he wouldn't mind.

"Ope, sorry Zuko." She said slyly. She bent her knees even more, her ass pushing onto Zuko's growing erection.

Zuko shifted back uncomfortably, their contact breaking.

(Y/N) turned around, standing up fully. "Oh c'mon Zuko, i need you to show me how to do this." She smirked, her foot digging into the grass.

"I know what you're doing." Zuko said, his face growing red under the pale moonlight. His eyes scanned her, and unimpressed looked overcoming him.

"What am I doing?" She teased, a finger pressing onto Zuko's chest. "Tell me."

Zuko's face held a look of frustration. His eyes met hers, his eyebrows furrowing together. There was a hot tension between the two of them, healing the goosebumps on their skin from the cold night air.

The digit placed on his chest soon turned into (Y/N)'s entire hand. She took a step closer to him, causing Zuko to let out a shaky breath.

Even with her confidant pseudo, (Y/N)'s stomach was filled with a nervous sickness. She had no idea what she was doing - letting her desire lead her.

"You're trying to turn me on." Zuko muttered, keeping his voice low.

"It's working though, isn't it?" (Y/N) barked back.

Zuko's face flushed slightly, clearly caught off guard by your boldness. "I assure you, that wasn't my intention. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"No. Zuko, come on.." She said, a shaky breath huffing from my red nose. "Were so alike."

Zuko hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and the ground. "How so?"

"Were both refugees from a country that thrived on evil." Her arm traveled from his chest to his arm. (Y/N) watched as he flinched slightly. Her eyes made contact with his. "And you know what Sokka says about us behind our backs."

Zuko swallowed hard, his heart racing as he felt your touch. He knew what Sokka thought of them - that they were both damaged goods from a twisted world. Despite the danger and uncertainty, there was something undeniably compelling about this connection.

"I like you Zuko." She said, smiling softly. Her seductive shell cracked, shower her sweetness hidden inside.

Zuko looked into her eyes, feeling a familiar pain in his heart. Here was someone else who knew what it was like to be an outcast, to carry the burden of a nation's sins. "I like you too," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I trust you, too." She sighed, squeezing his arm gently. "They didn't trust me either at first."

Zuko's heart skipped a beat at her words. Trust was a rare and precious thing in their world, where betrayal lurked around every corner. But she was offering it to him freely, without judgment or fear. "Thank you," he breathed out softly.

She leaned forward, placing a soft peck on Zuko's lips. A warm feeling flooded through their bodies, the world around them feeling almost unrecognizable as they sat in the moment.

Zuko froze for a moment, shocked by the unexpected kiss. But as he felt her lips on his, he found himself responding, leaning in to deepen the kiss. The warmth spread through him, filling the cold void that had been there for so long.

She grabbed his face, bringing him down to kiss Zuko deeply. (Y/N) let out a huff from her nose, letting her fingers comb through Zuko's dark hair.

Zuko's hands found their way to her waist, pulling (Y/N) closer as he kissed her back with all the pent-up longing and desire that had been building inside him for so long.

As the kiss deepened, Zuko felt a fire ignite within him, burning away the coldness and isolation that had defined his life for so long. He wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling her closer still as he explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting her sweetness.

As she broke away from the kiss, their breaths mingled in the air between them. Zuko felt his heart racing, a wild and unfamiliar sensation.

Zuko looked into her eyes, seeing a reflection of his own turmoil and desire. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't want it to stop. His hands roamed down her back, pulling her even closer as he whispered, "I need you."

"Show me." She whispered, leaning up to kiss him again.

Zuko dragged her onto the grass with him, never breaking the kiss.

Zuko pulled her onto his lap, cradling her body against his as he deepened the kiss once more. His hands trailed down (Y/N)'s sides, pushing up her shirt to reveal her soft skin beneath.

Feeling emboldened by her invitation and his own burning need, Zuko slid his hands underneath her shirt, tracing circles on her bare back. His lips moved hungrily against hers as he lost himself in the sensation of her skin against his fingertips.

Zuko's hands continued their exploration, moving lower to grasp her hips as he pulled her even closer. He could feel the heat between her legs, and it fueled his desire even more.

With a groan, Zuko slipped his hand beneath her shorts, feeling the softness of her thighs and the wetness between them. He couldn't believe how much he wanted her, how badly he needed to be inside (Y/N).

"Shit, Zuko.." She said between heated kisses, fingers pulling at his soft hair.

Zuko growled against her lips as he continued to touch her, his other hand sliding up (Y/N)'s leg to knead at her ass cheek. He could feel himself growing hard against her leg and he knew he had to have her soon.

"This isn't how I expected this night to go." She played with Zuko, his lips connecting with the soft skin of her neck.

Zuko chuckled breathlessly, his lips trailing down her neck to nibble at her collarbone. "Neither did I," he admitted, his voice husky with desire.

"Is this how you practice back home?" (Y/N) said, her feet digging in the dirt behind Zuko.

Zuko laughed softly against her skin. "No," he replied, his voice still rough with lust. "But I think I'd like to make it a regular practice here."

(Y/N) moaned slightly when Zuko's hips bucked into hers. "Ill watch over you more often then."

Zuko's eyes darkened with desire as he heard her words, and he couldn't resist bucking his hips against hers a little harder. "I'd like that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

As she pulled back a little, Zuko took the opportunity to stand up, his hands sliding up her back to grip your shoulders. He looked down at her with an intense gaze, his eyes full of the burning passion that had overtaken him. "Take me to your bed,"

"We can't. We'll wake the others." She smirked, grabbing onto Zuko's wrist.

A growl rumbled in Zuko's chest at the reminder of their surroundings. But he knew she was right. Reluctantly, he nodded. "Then we'll make do with this," he said, reaching down to scoop (Y/N) up in his arms.

Zuko's heart was racing as he carried you deep into the nearby forest, away from the edge of the cliff. "To a quiet spot," he replied, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "A place where we can be even more alone."

He came to a small clearing where the trees thinned out, revealing a bed of soft moss and leaves. Gently, he lowered (Y/N) down onto it, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment before he joined her, pressing his body against hers.

(Y/N) pulled down her shorts and underwear, the cold hair hitting her exposed sex.

"Just get on with it, Zuko." She groaned, rolling her eyes.

Zuko chuckled softly against your lips before pulling back slightly to give you a teasing grin. "Always so impatient," he teased as he slowly unbuttoned his pants, sliding down his pants along with his boxers. He sprang free, a bead of pre-cum on his tip.

"Spirits.." She whispered at the sight of him, how he was throbbing at the sight of her.

Zuko's gaze locked onto yours as he positioned himself between her legs, his hard length rubbing against her slick entrance. "You ready for me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You tell me."

With a groan, Zuko pushed forward, slowly entering (Y/N). Her tight heat enveloped him, and he fought the urge to slam all the way inside. Instead, he began to move in and out of her slowly, enjoying the sensation of being joined with her.

(Y/N)'s hands found their way to his chest, and she leaned into him, moaning softly. The feeling of being filled by him was indescribable, and as he picked up speed, driving deeper inside her with each thrust, she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

She could feel Zuko's muscles tensing as he neared his climax, his thrusts becoming more erratic and forceful. His other hand found its way to her clit, massaging it gently as he continued to pound into her. "I'm close."

"Already?" She teased, trying to maintain a sarcastic demeaner as she let out erratic moans.

With a chuckle, Zuko leaned down to kiss her again as he pulled almost all the way out of her before slamming back in. "You like that?" he asked breathlessly.

She screamed, her nails scratching at Zuko's back until white marks appeared - lighter than his skin.

Feeling her nails dig into his skin, Zuko lost control completely. With a primal growl, he pushed her down onto the ground and continued to pound into her, taking what he wanted with no regard for her comfort or pleasure.

He was like a rabid animal, like this was the thing he needed to live.

Her screams of pleasure and pain echoed through the forest as Zuko continued to take her roughly, losing himself in the sensation of being inside her. He could feel his release building, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"Zuko!" She clenched around him, being pulled over the edge as she shook. Her orgasm washed over her, (Y/N)'s eyes clenching tightly.

Feeling her walls clenching around him, Zuko let out a guttural moan as he emptied himself inside her. His thrusts became erratic and forceful, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.

Finally, Zuko's movements slowed down, and he collapsed beside her, panting heavily. His heartbeat slowly returned to normal as he nuzzled into her neck, still inside her. "That was... intense," he whispered against her skin.

"Ya think?" Her chest rose up and down as she still huffed. (Y/N) tried to catch her breath, but she was sweating from the intensity.

Zuko chuckled softly, feeling his cock twitch inside her. "I think," he said with a smirk. After a few moments, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, still panting heavily. "So... how do you feel?"

(Y/N) faked a deep thought for a moment, looking away from him. "Eh. It was fine." She smirked at him, causing Zuko to roll his eyes.

"So.. you were scratching at my back because you hated it so much?" He played, kissing her neck softly.

"For sure." She sighed, playing with his hair.

The two teens lay there, panting heavily as the moonlight illuminated their skin. Their bodies were tangled but not in a hurry to separate. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, their need for each other overruled everything. They could return in the morning, nobody would notice - right?

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[alientee]

Alastor x Jessica Rabbit Reader Part 2

You and Alastor are walking down the street and you couldn't help but hold him even closer if possible. Everyone was staring at you, some even stopping in the middle of the street to gawk at you both. You look at Alastor to see if he's noticing the same thing but he couldn't be bothered. "Honey where are we going" Alastor smiles down at you "A lovely little place called Cannibal town. Is similar to our time line."

You look up at him nervously. "Are you sure its alright for me to be there darling... will someone try to..eat me" Alastor stops walking lifting your chin up. "Well darling you are delectable enough to eat, but rest assured anyone who comes near you with that motive will be slaughtered where they stand. Besides there's someone I would like you too meet"

You sigh placing a hand on his chest "I trust you honey" He pats your head "Good now look alive we are almost there." You walk into a nice clean town that looks true to his word somewhat similar to when you and Alastor were alive. You see many of the people working and keeping the town clean, it didn't seem like hell at all. Alastor brings you both into a nice looking shop and opens the door for you. You walk in the store and it seems so nice and cozy on the inside.

"Alastor?! oh alastor what a surprise!" A grey woman with black eyes and sharp teeth comes up towards alastor hugging him tightly "And who is this you brought with you, your such a charmer Alastor this is the second time you've come to my store with a woman in tow. And a angel no less what a surprise this is. " Alastor brings you closer to him "This treasure is my lovely wife, y/n this is Rosie one of my good friends and one hell of a overlord." Rosie looked at you with shock on her face "Your wife?! And here I thought you were an ace in the hole." Rosie laughs while Alastor just looks confused. "I still don't know what that means" You snicker. “Hate to break it to you but he still is.” Rosie grabs you both. "Come in come in we have MUCH to discuss."

Rosie takes you two to a back room with more privacy. She pulls out a small box offering it to you. "Would you like some pinky fingers hun, not that you need them your figure is to die for." You quickly but kindly refuse. "Ohhh no thank you I don't have my husbands taste for flesh hehe." Rosie put them away looking at Alastor smugly. "Oh Alastor don't tell me you thought she looked pretty enough to eat but you just couldn't do it could you? You fell too hard to soon haha"

Alastor looks at Rosie smile still on with his eyes closed. "I can assure you I never thought of such a thing" Rosie scoffs a little "You can't fool me Alastor a doll like her, you must've fantasized about a taste once an a while." You can hear the static in Alastors voice rise. "Rosie, do believe me when I say I have not, please." Rosie seems to pick up on the change of mood. "I see well tell me how you to met, I can't imagine old alastor here pulling a gal like you he's so reserved when he wants to be, no offense hon"

"Oh well we met in a jazz club and he was just dancing his heart out. I guess he had had to much whiskey because he asked me to dance and I said yes. He pulled me all over the dance floor. I was surprised I could keep up with him, next thing you know he's coming to my shows given me flowers with full blushed face and a nervous wide smile. He had me charmed being such a gentleman especially with that accent." Rosie looks even more intrigued "Alastor has an accent? Now this is news to me, where is it." You gave Alastor a look."That's what id like to know, honey?"

Alastor's smile drops a little but not by much "Well in radio you have to talk proper and clearly to give your audience a good show" You roll your eyes but let it go and keep talking to Rosie. You like her she's very kind and inviting you can see why Alastor is fond of her. Rosie gives you a hug saying if you ever saw each other again she had to get all the gossip on Alastor. As you and him are leaving he stops for a moment lifting up your chin with his finger. "So ya missed this cher?"

You blushed moving your head away. "Alastor don't you start" All he did was chuckle at you. "Why not? ya missed my accent so much. I remember how I made you shiver when I talked to ya nice." You looked at alastor a playful glare in your eyes. "Its been to long since we've been apart but I think we both know your not…. How the kids say, about that life." He looks at you funny before linking your arms. “I’ll never understand all the phrases that come up today always a diffrent one each time.”

When you roll your eyes at him his smile gets wider kissing your forehead. "Lets go to our next destination" You feel him put his arm over your shoulder leading you forward. "Which is?" "A theme Park named LuLu World, we didn't have one of those when we were alive." you nodded "Oh yes the first one came out when I was in my 80's. I could never go see it for myself." Alastor pulled you along faster "Well wait no longer here we are!" You look around and its nothing but bright colorful lights, contraptions you'd never seen and loads of food everywhere with people in costumes.

"Oh wow this is a lot to take in" Alastor grabs your hand holding it tighter than you would've wanted. " Stay very close to me who knows who's watching. Wouldn't want my mon amour to get lost or hurt." You smiled slightly a little worried but ready to have fun.

"I don't know Vox I don't think Tv's should be on rides, you could shatter If your not careful haha" Vox rolled his eyes eating his cotton candy. "Oh fuck you Val, maybe you shouldn't get on a roller coaster, might fly away with those fat ass wings." Valentino flinched " Oh you take that back you wide faced B-!" Velvette pushes herself between both of them. "Hey you lot, while you two are ova here bitchin, that radio demons got a bad bitch on his arm, looks like a angel literally."

Both of them look over to where she was talking about and she was right. There was Alastor walking hand and hand with an angel. Vox pushes forward he couldn't believe this shit. "What the fuck is someone like that doing with Alastor! I'm following him, that old timey prick is up to something. I refuse for him to get ahead of me in what ever the fuck he's doing." The other V's roll their eyes following his league. They ended up following behind the two for a few minutes not realizing that Alastor's shadow had noticed them.When the shadow warned Alastor he clenched his smile, he refused for these idiots to ruin what was a lovely date to his wife.

Alastor uses his shadows to stop them in there place making them all fall on there face. Alastor pushes you on your lower back, speeding up your movement. "Come dear there is so much more to see, look over there a clown show." You turn your head intrigued at the many tricks the clowns showed even if they looked deadly.

Vox gets up angry , his screen slightly buffering. "That fucking coward, I'll give that piece of shit something to smile about." Vox starts looking around trying to find anything heavy but only seeing stuffed animals. Growing frustrated he grabs the first thing that looks heavy and throws it at Alastor. Alastor feels a heavy object smack him right in the back of the head making him fall forward, he catches himself picking up whatever Vox threw ready to smack him in the face with it. He turned around to see Vox flipping him off. "Thats what you get bitch"

His antlers grew with his eyes turning into dials, voodoo symbols surrounding him. " Oh Alastor is that for me!" Alastor turns back to normal, he finally looks at what's in his hand. It's a multicolored glass sculpture of flowers. He took the opportunity to shove them into you with a smile larger than usually. "Of course sweetie, anything for my baby" He pulls you closer flipping Vox and the other two off while walking away.

Both Velvette and Valentino look at Vox while he's fuming. Velvette speaks up first "You know you helped him rizz right?" Vox turns around making a scene "I CAN FUCKING SEE THAT. How in the fuck did he land someone so out of his league, that prudish jackass! It's not fair!" Valentino just looks at them walking away raising an eyebrow. "That virgin is so not hitting that right"

As you and Alastor walk through the theme park you couldn't help but feel a little clingy. Spending this much time together is making you nostalgic. It made you feel like you and Alastor where as happy as you used to be. "Come on Alastor, let's go home, I'll make you some jambalaya." He looks at you with a smile as wide as his eyes right now. He lowers his face to your's his radio static making his voice deeper. "That sounds lovely."

@fairyv-ice @sirens-and-moonflowers @cannibalcoyote @jyoongim

[starkitxxz]

I wrote this at 1am

Nightly visit☁

!!non-consensual touching, implied SOMNOPHILIA!!

The starry night sky wrapped the whole place like a blanket, small white dots appeared as the moon glowed in the midst of the void. Street lights flickered every minute, the warm light bulb it had given out. But it was enough to guide Sol Brugmansia to your lovely abode.

Every step he took, it was silent. Emptiness filled him – but he longed to see you. His heart ached, he yearned to have a minute of your time. A minute of your smile on your face because of him.

Or perhaps your lingering touch, brushing against his bandaged hand

He recognized everything about you, including where you place your furniture in your home. He hated seeing that slug in a photo frame. He wished it was him, beside you, in that printed paper.

He wished to be with you, to hold you and know you're his. He could not bear the thought of you being with Crowe. Ugh, the mere mention of his name makes him ill.

What does he have that Sol doesn’t?

He stood in front of his soulmate’s door, a silver key in his palm – inserted into the keyhole. And he knew, You fail to ignore such necessities missing from your ID.

Upon entering, his heart skipped a beat.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful���"

He muttered under his breath. The glimmering moonlight highlighted your face. Displaying your beauty in front of the beast before you.

Sol approached you, his reddish orange orbs focused on you. He never fully focused on anything but you. You are on his walls. His phone gallery. His mind. Everything possible.

He lifted your arm and dropped it, a chuckle escaped his mouth. A heavy sleeper you are.

Or maybe you took something that made you so sleepy

He better thank Hyugo for this

A grin appeared on his face, it’s funny how easy you trusted him. How easy it took you to take it. So naive, Sol preferred it that way.

The last thing he wanted for you to find out was how awfully obsessed he is.

Heck, the word obsessed isn’t enough to describe what he is

He kneeled beside the bed frame, tucking a strand behind your ear. Taking in your pretty, sleeping face that he adores so much.

Gazing at your lips, he wanted it to meet his – so you will be his, like what he envisioned to happen.

He nuzzled on your neck, taking a whiff of your scent. You smell so fucking good. Like a dangerously addictive drug. It drove him nuts.

He began to nibble and bite a spot on your neck, earning a whimper from you. It sent shivers down his spine, as a mark started to form.

"Oh darling, you have no idea what you’re doing to me," He whispered, sucking the mark. A mark that will surely be visible on your neck, to the eyes of many – especially him, knowing he created that mark.

Another whimper escaped your lips. His breath hitched, kissing the small hickey he created.

"You’re so ticklish, pumpkin – even the sounds you make, it makes me want to fuck you"

Not long after that, he places his thumb on your bottom lip. Caressing it. He craved to kiss you so badly – to feel your lips, to know you’re his.

After all, YOU belong to him.

You’re his soulmate, his beloved, his maiden by the name of Annabel Lee

He pressed his lips against yours, warmth surrounded him. Claiming you as his, not Crowe. He was dying for this, he desired to be with you alone in this room – kissing you.

"I love you so much…"

He mumbled as he leaned back. Looking at you like a valuable possession – too valuable and pretty to be shared with. Admiring your perfect features, ignoring your flaws. To him, you don’t have flaws.

You’re everything he could love about you

Staring at the figure before him, he smiled and took a picture of you. Adding it to his phone album full of photos of you.

He stood up and walked to the door, giving you one last look. Holding his phone in his hand. He hoped that it would be your hand that only he would hold soon.

"See you tomorrow, pumpkin," He said, before twisting the door knob.

And with that, he left.

[janettheblackcat]

The Cat | Lando Norris x OC

Summary: Lando Norris, formula one driver and known party boy, gets dared by the other drivers to leave the safe, rich boy nightlife in Monaco to immerse himself in an underground techno club in Paris. There, he gets mesmerized by a beautiful dj dressed like a cat.

Word Count: 1.05k

Pairing: party boy lando x dj!female oc

Warnings: +18, suggestive content, adult content, adult language, drug use, drinking, implied drug abuse, implied date rape drugging, implied roofie, fluff, slow burn, sexual tension, mentions of latex

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Chapter 1

“… and that is why I stop taking whatever girls give me!” the entire grid stared up at amazement. Lando Norris was, in fact, the king of Monaco. While sitting around the paddock, all of the drivers were getting ready to go to their separate post-race celebrations and activities. Max bumped into Lando’s shoulder playfully, walking past him. Lando, to celebrate his one of many race wins this season, will be treating himself behind the booth at Lilly’s Club—his favorite place to party in all of Monte Carlo. Max, after clutching a grand P2, will be streaming himself sim racing. “Yeah, well, it’s just house and stuff, you know? He wouldn’t be able to handle the real thing.” Lando glared at the dutchman. “Oh, is that right? And what would be the real thing?”

“A techno rave in Paris.”

Charles chuckles. Kimi bats his eyelashes.

“Well, I mean I already had plans, you know—“

“I mean, go down into Paris and go to a real nightclub. Go and listen to some real techno.” Max smirked. “You lot don’t think I’d do it, do you?” everyone looked away. “I dare you to do it!” Oscar fake coughed from the side and winked at his teammate, encouraging him to try his luck.

Lando made his way down to the paddock exit, ID in hand. He gets his car delivered to him under the pale moonlight as he makes his way to his Ferrari F40, and drove almost top speed until he arrived at the nearest train station. He, in a panic after only preparing a black button down and black slacks, decided to put on his 2024 Singapore helmet that had been nuzzled in the front trunk of the red sports car. As he hopped onto the train, he got a series of mixed glaring looks—some who knew it was him, and some who just didn’t care. He understood that. He liked that. They all sat in silence, letting the screeching sounds of the railroad be their music.

At the Haussmann Saint-Lazare, there was a dark, quiet atmosphere. It was rearing witch hours, and all of the main clubs in the city that he knew of were beginning to close for the night. As Lando walked along the empty streets, he stumbled upon a blue door with a line of people dripped in Vivienne Westwood and Diesel; deep into Saint-Georges, there was a little club called Le Carmen. Lando flipped up the visor on his helmet, and headed straight towards the bouncer. “Hey, do you mind if I—“

“There’s a line.”

“I know that, I was just wondering if you could—“

“I could do whatever you’d like when it’s your turn.” Lando dropped his hands and sighed. He took his helmet off, and partygoers in line started to murmur and whisper, some even took a photo or two. “I was just wondering if anyone could tell me if this place plays techno music.” The bouncer started to grin. “Lando Norris, is that really you?! It’s so good to see you! Congratulations on your win streak this season! I got you. Go right in, trust me, this place has what you’re looking for.” He smiled at the security and put his helmet back on.

For Lando, this was something new to him. He is known across the world as a serious party boy—but only in the mainstream. He was a formula one driver, and known bass head, always going for the big clubs with house DJs and blonde bottle girls. But, in this obscure space, with its pulsating sounds and sensuous rhythms, he didn’t know what to expect. He wasn’t even going to be let in—maybe even would’ve been sent to the back of the line—until he showed his face; he, for the first time in his career, wasn’t a regular at a club in the city of France. Maybe Max was right—he didn’t know if he could handle the real thing.

The club radiated a deep cherry hue—the bottles atop of the bar, glittering under the disco balls, making gold and silver stars. Leaned against a bar, was a beautiful woman-like figure; she was adorned in a latex catsuit and mask, with kitten ears and a sealed mouth. She turned to face Lando in his racing helmet, a bit of his tanned collarbone peeking under his slightly unbuttoned shirt, his gold chains and rings dancing under the fluorescent lights, and cocked her head to the side.

As Lando started to get close to her, the cat lady swiftly turned away and left her Rick Owens bag with the bartender, strutting over to the stairs and climbing up to the second floor. Before Lando could reach the stairs, he is pulled passed the staircase and onto the main floor by a couple of girls who recognized his helmet, begging for him to sign their chests and buy them drinks. He reluctantly agreed, all the while scanning his eyes around the club, looking for a glimpse of the cat.

Some time passed by before the race car driver decided to take his helmet off and find the woman he’d been looking for. Who was she? What was she? After finally pulling away from the crowd and the cocaine flying downstairs, he reached the top floor, where a crunchy kick and an overwhelmingly grotesque bass started to swell. As he made his way towards the sound, he saw her again; she was tapping her feet, her lips fastened but her eyes wide open, bopping her head, going from one cdj the the next—the cat-woman from the bar was the one spinning that hard techno. Entrancing. Hypnotic. Enslaving. Each song glided into the next like one grand symphony. At the end of her set, she played a song that sounded like it was picked just for him—a song about being famous.

To be famous is so nice

Suck my dick

Kiss my ass

In limousines we have sex

Every night with my famous friends

Nice

Suck my dick, dick, dick, dick…

So nice

VIP area

Frank, Frank, Frank Sinatra…

The music erupted into an echoing mirage as Lando began to lose consciousness. As he quickly started to hallucinate and the room began to spin, he tripped over himself—trying to get to the bottom level and back out through the front door; refusing to even entertain the idea of looking for his helmet, he rushed out of the club, disoriented and scared. He deliriously staggered away until his vision continued to blur, landing face first on the desolate streets of Paris, right in front of Moulin Rouge. The last thing he could see and feel, before everything went black, was being physically overturned onto his back by his shoulders, watching a pair of floppy, black cat ears fade away as the dj started to remove her mask. “Lando? Mr. Norris…?”

[theemporium]

Hiii!!! This is my first request but I love your writing so I know you won’t lead me astray!! Im thinking about 💰 with sugar daddies Charlos who maybe find out reader has needed something really badly (maybe something like school textbooks or the like) and instead of asking them, she has been saving up and stressing about it or even looking for grants/scholarships and they find out and are like ☹️ “why didn’t you tell us???” And it’s just really fluffy and sweet!!

(ALSO,,, pleaseee when the proper time comes and if you want to, write the werewolf!lestappen request!! It sounds so good!!)

Thank you loads xx

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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You were going to turn yourself grey with the stress this paper was giving you.

The whole class had been taking over your life in the worst way possible. It had a low pass rate, the paper was worth a majority of your grade and the professor that already seemed like a dick seemed to have it out for you—or at least that's what it felt like with all the feedback you received from her.

It was overwhelming and frustrating and it seemed like no matter how hard you tried, it wasn’t getting any easier.

Your tipping point had been when the professor announced a massive essentials reading list that you had to complete before you started the paper, along with the announcement that she expected to see each one in the reference. The kicker? None of the papers or textbooks were available in the library or free online. It seemed like you had to pay for it. 

And if being a student with crippling debt wasn’t enough, the price of academic textbooks could have sent you to an early grave. 

You had resorted to picking up a job with crappy shifts at a bar on campus. The hours were horrible, the manager was an asshole and the customers were anything but polite (mostly consisting of cocky frat boys and trust fund babies who flaunted money like it was enough to look past fake IDs). Between the hours you were pulling and the hours spent studying in the library, you barely had time to sleep—let alone keep a thriving social life. 

You hadn’t even realised you had been ignoring Charles and Carlos’ messages until you opened the door to your flat and found them waiting inside.

“Oh.” Your eyes widened, a feeling of dread washing over you. “Did I forget something? Is there a gala tonight?”

Carlos frowned, a hint of concern in his eyes. “You weren’t answering our messages.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, your cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. “I didn’t take my charger to the library and then it died during my shift—”

“Your shift?” Charles repeated, his brain wracking around to figure out if he was misinterpreting your words. “What shift?”

You fell quiet, realising you had slipped up.

Carlos stepped forward, his fingers pushing your chin up when you tried to look away. “He asked you a question, amor.” 

“It was just a few shifts at the campus bar,” you murmured with a sheepish expression on your face. “It was no big deal. It was just so I could buy–”

“If you needed to buy something, you tell us,” Charles said, almost looking like a kicked puppy when he spoke. “That was our deal, cherie.”

“Yeah but,” you started but even you weren’t sure where it was going. “I thought that was for gifts and stuff…like materialistic things.”

“Whatever you need, we want to provide,” Carlos corrected you, his large hands cupping your face whilst you stared up at him with wide eyes. “Whether it’s textbooks or vacations or a car.”

“Please don’t buy me a car,” you murmured. 

Charles snorted. “We won’t, but we can. If you need it, we will.” 

“I just feel bad asking,” you admitted shyly. “It’s different when you give me things compared to when I ask.”

“Well, get used to it because I don’t want a repeat of this,” Carlos said with a frown as his eyes glanced over your face. “You look exhausted.”

“It’s been a very stressful few weeks,” you told the boys and you watched Charles’ frown deepen a little.

“Then let us help you destress,” Charles said before nodding towards your bedroom. “Go get changed. We are taking you out.”

“Charles—” You started but he cut you off.

“You’re ours to take care of, physically and financially,” Charles said, taking one of your hands in his as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “We will call your job and tell them you’re quitting.”

You rolled your eyes. “Please don’t say anything stupid or dramatic.”

Charles grinned. “Me? Never, cherie.”

“I’ll make sure he behaves,” Carlos told you with a smile. “Now go get ready, amor. Let us take care of our pretty girl.”

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[myleelovesfood]

You say I ain’t shit, but you love that shit.

Pairing: Jimmy uso x Milan.

Genre: smut, slight angst

Warnings: spanking, cussing, daddy kink, praise kink, p in v, rough sex, oral (fem receiving), mdni.

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It had been three weeks since Milan “broke it off” with Jim. She was sick of the missed dinners, constant arguments and the special days they were supposed to spend together being skipped over, but most importantly she was sick of running back to him every single time. Three weeks had been the longest she had seen Jon, it was usually one week, two at most.

Jim was expecting her to come back, waiting like he always did and she felt like an idiot that had burned their hand on the stove trying to mix oil and water when she came back, but it was all worth it.

Jim thought that the cycle would just repeat. Argument, she gets mad, leaves, comes back, have sex and repeat. Except Milan didn’t come back, I mean it had been three whole weeks!

And that sums up to now, Milan bed rotting, she hadn’t left her house or was answering any of Jimmy’s texts or calls. She was in the living room eating on some type of snack she found in her fridges and was watching this cheesy 90s sitcom when she got a text, not from Jon but from her best friend, Indiana.

Indiiii❤️: girl stop rotting in that damn house of yours and let’s go to the club tonight!!!😩

She smiled before texting back:

Laniiii🩷: girllllll don’t be texting me bout no damn club!!!🙄

She hit send and literally not even 1 minute later her phone pinged.

Indiiii❤️: Milannnnnn please mama! It’s not gonna be the same without you and it’s Saturday, have some fun!😫

She rolled her eyes before sending pick me up in thirty, then running upstairs to get ready. She tore her closet apart before finding the dress she bought a couple weeks back. She found time for a quick shower, a lotion up and her makeup since her hair was already done just in a bonnet she just added some volume spray and when she checked her phone to see Indiana had texted her saying she was outside.

Milan walked outside and was already shits and giggles when her best friend rolled her window down and started her Caribbean accent.

“Ohhhh what me see a bad gal de walking down de stairs?” She whistled as she got in the car. “Shut up indyyyyy!” Milan howled as her friend was still taking in her appearance.

“You finally out that damn house. Get yo mind off the goofy cornball so we can have fun!” Indiana squealed as she started pulling out of the driveway. “Oh trust me I might be the first thing on his mind but best believe he’s the last thing on mine.” Milan lied right through her teeth but thankfully Indiana couldn’t notice.

“Scratch that. That nigga shouldn’t be on your mind at all ok baby girl you gotta walk in this club with boys eyes all over you and you gon leave with yo pick!” She yelled out, causing Milan to shush her and giggle.

The two girls soon made to to the club there were all types of hookahs, sexy ass men and of course the bar which is where they were both headed.

Milan looked up at the bartender, “I’ll have a margarita on the rocks please.” She said before handing over her ID. Indiana did the same but ordered a rum punch and almost downed it in a few sips.

“I’m gonna go smoke!” She yelled over the boom loud speakers as Milan nodded and watched her walk away. She was supposed to be having a good time but she just couldn’t get Jimmy out of her mind.

Unbeknownst to Milan Jonathan was actually at the club too but it wasn’t him who had noticed her first.

“Aye Uce is that Mimi?” Jey said to his older twin before Jon looked up faster than he could blink his eyes before he kissed his teeth. “That shits not funny.” He said before looking back down at his phone. “Nah man I’m serious, she look good as hell too.” Jimmy looked up one last time before finally spotting you and seeing her Grinding and dancing to the lyrics of Ayo girl by Jason derulo.

Jimmy almost choked on his spit as he saw her, she looked amazing since the last time she’d seen him. Your eye bags were gone your hair looked healthy, you’d just looked like you were doing better without him.

He was about to get up and go talk to her but before he could a random man came and started dancing with her to which she happily accepted based on the way she was grinding up on him. He furrowed his brows already fuming from how he already made her giggle the same way she used to when she was with him and the way he touched her hands making her give him that soft smile. His soft smile.

But Jimmy being the narcissistic asshole he is he decided why not have some fun he thought to himself as he walked over to Milan As soon as he left to use the bathroom Jimmy was up and away right at her side.

“What the fuck are you doing Milan?” Jonathan said before grabbing the drink in her hands before drinking all the rest then setting it down. “I swear I can’t do anything without you constantly breathing down my neck.” Milan said before grabbing her purse and standing up to find Indiana but Jon stoped her.

“Aht Aht, Indiana or whoever is gone it’s just me and you right now baby girl.” Jimmy said before following her out the back door.

“Please mimi why can’t you see that I’m changed!” Jimmy said before grabbing her arm to stop her from getting an uber. “You ain’t shit.” Milan spat out before Jimmy smirked. “But you love that shit. Can’t seem to get enough of it.” He taunted before pinning Milan on the brick wall and sliding his thigh in between her smooth brown legs.

She quickly looked away some of her hair covering her face but Jimmy wasn’t having any of that and grabbed her face, forcing her to look back at him. “Look at this desperate little whore.” He started before grabbing her hips making her slowly ride his thigh in the back of the club.

Milan couldn’t help herself and slowly let out a shaky breath followed by a whimper. “Jon.. please.” She pleaded out before Jimmy put his knee down and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to his car.

“Think you gon ignore me for three weeks? Nah lil mama I let you throw your tantrum but it’s time you come home.” Jimmy said before opening the door to the backseat shutting and locking the doors behind him, then pulling the silky gold dress over her head and threw it somewhere before he quickly flipped her and landed his heavy palm on her plump ass.

“All this ass.. you couldnt bring yo self home cause that damn attitude but I’m finna fix that shit.” He said before smacking her ass again and flipping her over. “Lemme taste all this attitude.” He spoke before taking a look at the wet spot on her panties.

“Was this for him?” He smirked up at her as she looked away embarrassment sketched across her face. He pulled the underwear off of her and pocketed them before taking his ring and middle finger and rubbing them across her slit just to tease her.

“S-shit daddy I need it so bad.. please stop teasing me.” She begged but Jimmy didn’t budge and looked down at her as he pulled his fingers away. “Only good girls get touched remember?” He said before kissing down her body stopping at her sopping wet pussy.

He gave it a gentle kiss before sucking on her clit. “Shit mama, gonna nut seeing you like this.” He said as he continued abusing her tight cunt, his tongue swirling around just to see her squirm around.

Please daddy I-i need to c-come..” she desperately moaned out as Jimmy sped up his movements. “Cum before I change my mind.” He said as he groaned at sweet taste and the throbbing of her pussy, before she finally emptied all of her juices onto his face making him slurp them up.

Milan looked away with an embarrassed expression on her face but yelped and quickly looked back when she felt a large hand slap her thigh. “Didn’t nobody tell you look away from me.” Jimmy said as he got up and pulled his jeans off leaving him with little to no imagination with his boxers on. He smirked as he watched her stare at his rock hard member.

“Still wanna act like a damn brat huh? Yeah we gon fix that shit tonight.” He said as he grabbed her plush hips and pulled them closer to his clothed length. “Feel that?” He smirked as he quickly discarded his boxers along with the rest of his clothing then unclipped her bra.

He groaned as he slid inside of her tight cunt. “Shit mama choking my shit..” j-Jon it’s not gonna fit.” She said before he bottomed her out making her scream.

“Isn’t gonna fit eh?” He smirked down at her as he started to rut up into her sopping wet pussy making her eyes roll to the back of her skull. “You like this huh? Like being my little whore?” His smirk turned into a full blown grin as she tried scooting away from the pleasure before she could come undone.

“Don’t run from me Lani, I’m sick of you fucking running.” He said as he continued pounding into her. His sharp tone and words made her pussy ache and flutter around him.

“Shit mama boutta bust in you.” He groaned out as Milan felt herself getting closer to her high as well. “Please daddy, please let me come.” She begged out before she felt his moves start to get sloppier by the second. His movements sped up as she took that as a sign before she felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she squirted all over his lower stomach and he did as well painting her walls with white sticky cum.

She shuttered as he slowly pulled out of her then collapsed on top of her making Milan smile as she rubbed his back. “I’m serious Milan I’ve changed for you just come home!” He said as he trailed kissed across her neck. “Ok Jon But I’m serious! If you don’t prove to me you’ve changed I’m gone for good.” She said as she ran her fingers through his messy hair.

“I promise mama.” He smirked as he got up and looked her in the eye.

“Still got one more in you?”

He said before feeling his cock harden again.

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WHEW THANKS FOR READING ILY BYE 😘

Credits to all owners on all pictures these aren’t mine!!!

[universe-030]

İ actually have a lot of questions and don't know if it's fine to ask them all in one lol but here I am. (Also if it's a lot of questions choose between the one you want to answer most please sorry for too many of them)

How did your spideypool meet? Did they start to romantically touchy (like simply holding hands but romantically this time you know lol) before identity reveal? And how identity reveal went? How was Wade's reaction to Pete? Also curious if he ever met Pete before the reveal and what was Peter's reaction. And Peter's reaction to Wade's face (some makes Pete's spider liking Wade's texture skin, some makes him nonchalant, some makes him attracted to Wade's features curious about your Pete's). How was their first kiss? I kinda have more but will stop here 😭

YEAAAAHHH, LET'S GOOOO. I'll preface this by saying everything ever is subject to change. I'm out of practice, and I have a tendency to round the corners of my writing, so this is all very experimental and fun! Anyways, here we go!!

How did your Spideypool meet?

-Full disclosure, I haven't figured that out quite yet. When I think about these two, I kinda stick within established relationship territory. But! I feel like we can easily assume they had their first meeting when they bother showed to -insert crime circle here- and Peter mistook him for another generic bad guy goon. That is, until Wade opened his big mouth absolutely gushing that

"he LOVES Spider-Man!! Oh my god!!"

That's about as much interaction they get until Wade is webbed upsidedown by his feet dangling from the ceiling.

• Did they start being romantically touchy (like hand-holding) before the identity reveal?

-Definitely flirty, more so on Deadpools part (obviously.) But Peter doesn't want to date or start dating as Spider-Man, he wants to date as Peter... but his relationship with MJ kinda crashed and blew up (their still friends!) so it's a lot of push and pull mentally on Peter's behalf. So it takes a whiiile.

• How did the identity reveal go?

-Deadpool revealing as Wade, great! I mean cmon, everyone knows Deadpool is Wade Wilson - it's practically on his business card. Shocker to noone.

Spider-Man revealing as Peter Parker, that was kind of a thing. I have it planned out so the reveal happens after a very huge fight between Deadpool and Spidey that revolves around putting people on pedestals and differences in social class. The fight itself is kinda huge but the reveal is quiet. I wanna make a more fleshed out version (and everything is subject to change.)

• What was Wade’s reaction to Peter’s identity?

- That is also TBD. I'm stuck between him accepting it with a quiet wonder and a more angsty feeling of betrayal. "Do you not trust me" type of thing, but idk how that would fit into the story.

• Had Wade met Peter before the reveal without realizing it? If so, how did Peter react?

-Yes!! A little. In this universe, Peter is a part time (but somehow still working 40 hours a week) coffee barista! The first time Wade walked in ordering a "large iced latte, with four extra shots of espresso and 3 extra pumps of brown sugar, pretty please." He handled it just fine, it was bound to happen, until Wade asked if there was "anything extra sweet on the menu ;3"

• How did Peter react to Wade’s face/scarring? Was he nonchalant, curious, or even attracted to Wade’s unique features?

-Very curious! He did stare quite a bit and had to apologize a few times but it was kinda fascinating. Peter already knew it was a (in Wade's words) "leather couch fire gone wrong." So he was prepared, you could put it. Sometimes he has the urge to feel them, trace the scars and tumors but he doesn't want to offend Wade so he looks from afar. He doesn't lie to Wade and say "they make you more beautiful 🥺🩷" cause Wade will absolutely not put up with that - so he just says "They're kinda cool. Do they hurt?"

And they talk from there.

• Does his spider-sense play a role in his comfort or attraction?

Oooooh okay I have ideas. I dunno if his senses play a huge roll, sometimes when he wants to quiet his head, and if Wade's cool with it, he'll run his hand along Wade's scars where he can reach. I've also thought about something something pheromones but I'm not committed to that.

And I want an excuse to talk about this so, Peter's glasses work in reverse. His eyes worked fine before, then after the bite they worked too well, way too well. to the point where he would get constant migranes from having to force his eyes to focus and not zoom way the fuck in. So essentially his glasses are actually "De-magnifying glasses."

• How was their first kiss?

-Very sudden and clumsy. Spidey didn't take off his glasses and Wade was midway to biting his burrito but he just *had* to push in. It was one of those moments where something in your heart just clicks and you're slammed with anxiety and your face just heats up and you're shaking?? the only thing that made sense in that moment, more than fire being hot or space being big, was Peter's lips on Wade's.

THANK YOU BABES, THIS WAS FUN!!! ask whatever you like!

[kiyomitakada]

at this point, i think people should just send in prompts for the ask game about the entire cast. can i put in a request for aizawa, if no one else has asked?

hgklhklshf god if people did that we'd be here all month, which i actually have no objection to, this is the most fun thing i have scheduled

favorite thing about them: he's so… normal? he's a regular guy. he has a life outside the investigation, he has a wife and kids. he never has any kind of parasocial instinct and it shows especially in the successor arc, when the task force is basically surrounded by false gods and he takes the time to balance the pros and cons for each of them. he doesn't trust near or light or L (the original, because now that has to be said); he trusts his own judgment and that's all. he's just really grounded! it's very admirable

least favorite thing about them: he is SO mean to matsuda sometimes… i don't really think he's trying to be mean, he's just taking his frustration out on the easiest target, but man. no wonder matsuda sticks to light. the epitome of their relationship to me is the bit right after the explosion that's like,

aizawa: (worried) matsuda! are you okay?!

matsuda: aurghahghrhghghh… ow……… no……………

aizawa: good you seem fine

favorite line: (shaking) "so we'll be able to go to the park… and the zoo… …even the amusement park…"

brOTP: him and ide are so cute together. i love that bit where ide is like i didn't join the task force for either of the Ls, i never trusted L anyway. i'm here for You. and aizawa is like Oh Ide…… i think i screenshot that during my first read with the simple caption #yaoi but im kind of attached to the idea that they're best friends instead now

OTP: also aizawa and ide, on the days when i think they are yaoi rather than best friends, but i will provide other ships. im kind of fond of L/aizawa but this is my only serious take on it so far. otherwise in my head it's just L dramatically and unrequitedly pining after this married man who is convinced L hates him and wants him to die, and even after he realizes otherwise aizawa is just incredibly awkward about it and is like L i think i am too old for you

nOTP: none…? yeah none sorry i don't think about aizawa enough for this

random headcanon: is allergic to dogs. wishes he could own one. is incredibly jealous of how good matsuda is with dogs to the point where he claims he doesn't like them

unpopular opinion: not exactly an opinion about him but i don't hc his wife as abusive, just kind of not-in-love with him. more power to everyone who does though! iiii was going to give reasons but got depressed halfway through, here's a better unpopular opinion: i think he's probably one of the most morally upright characters in death note and at the very least would not have shot his daughter in the face. #GoodCopsQuit (he should have stayed quit…)

song i associate with them: to answer this question i looked up "reasonable songs for reasonable people" in youtube and then immediately realized that was a terrible idea. uhhh. ACTUALLY

Who am I? Who am I against him? Who am I? Why would he let me win? Why would he let her go? Who am I to think that he wouldn't deceive me just to make me leave alone?

to quote @applestorms: successor arc is shuichi aizawa's personal psychological horror

favorite picture of them:

i LOVE how angry he looks here

[turcott3]

six thirty

tj hughes x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, jealousy, smut!!, fluff

positions fics masterlist

~act so possessive and crazy but i know that’s just cause you love me~

-

“baby it’s just for a project i’ll be back soon.” you say putting on your shoes.

“i don’t like the way your partner acts though. i don’t want you to go without me.”

“tj you’ll be no help. it’s for a class you’ve never taken.” you say standing up.

“i will sit there in silence.” he replies.

“why don’t you trust me?” you say crossing your arms, a little hurt at the way he’s acting.

“i do trust you, i don’t trust him.” he stresses to you.

“that’s basically the same thing.”

“okay whatever, have fun doing your god damn project y/n.” tj says walking away from you and shutting his bedroom door. you sigh, stepping out the door. you hated leaving your boyfriend angry like this but you were already running behind. you scrape the snow off your windshield as quickly as you could and drove to the coffee shop the two of you had agreed upon.

“hey.” you say walking in and sitting down.

“hey what’s up?” he says and you sit down across from him.

“yep, i shared the document with you already.”

“okay awesome.” you reply, the two of you sat working together, having great small talk over the course of the next two hours.

“so y/n.”

“hmm?” you say looking up from the screen.

“can you come look at this?” he asks.

“yeah of course.” you say getting out of your seat and sitting next to him in the booth.

“i can’t tell if this looks right.” he states, placing a soft hand around your waist. you ignored the gesture, hoping he would back off, not wanting to make it awkward.

“um yeah, id say it looks right.” you smile at him, standing up going back to your seat.

“okay perfect thanks.” he says, the two of you going silent again.

“hey y/n.”

“hmm?” you hum looking up from your screen.

“how have you been?”

“i’ve been good, how are you?”

“i’ve been great. there’s just something i wanted to ask you.” he says.

“okay?” you continue, fearing tj may have been right.

“well we have great chats and we work well together, i feel a little something between us. so i was wondering if i could maybe take you out sometime?” he asks, fully knowing you are with the hockey player. the same one you’ve been with for almost a year.

“oh uh, well i’m flattered but i can’t. i’m sorry if ive given you the wrong idea. i have a boyfriend.”

“that’s never stopped me before.” he says, shocking you to the core. you laugh nervously and shut your laptop, putting it back into your bag.

“it’s been great to get this project done but i think it’d be better if we finish on our own time, i shouldn’t be here.” you say standing up and pushing in your chair.

“okay?”

“sorry.” you say exiting quickly. you sped home eagerly waiting to get back home to tj. guilt washed over you as you got closer and closer. when you pull into the driveway, you practically sprint inside.

“tj!” you call out, seeing his door open.

“kitchen.” he says blandly and you walk in after scrambling to remove your shoes.

“project done?” he asks taking a bite out of an apple.

“kind of? sort of?”

“you were there for hours what do you mean ‘kind of?’” he says, his voice raising slightly. he was already mad and you knew what you were about to say would send him off the rails.

“i don’t know. listen, tj i’m sorry. you were right and i should’ve listened to you.”

“what the fuck did he do y/n?” he asks, his tone growing tenser.

“please don’t be upset.”

“tell me.”

“he asked me to check his work to see if it was right, so i did because it’s both of our grades and he wrapped his arm around my waist but i ignored it because i didn’t wanna make it awkward before the project was finished but then he asked me out and i said no i have a boyfriend and he goes on to say that it’s never stopped him before, so i packed my shit and i ran out of there. i’m so sorry tj, please don’t be mad.” you say, your eyes pricking with tears.

“i told you not to go without me. i told you so many god damn times and you just didn’t listen. why didn’t you listen?” he says running his fingers through his hair stressfully.

“i know im sorry, i just tried to make the best decision for me to get my work done and now i feel awful about it. im sorry.” you say finally letting the sobs escape your mouth.

“oh y/n.” he says placing the apple down on the counter and rounding the corner, his tone changing instantly, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“it’s my fault this happened. i feel horrible.” you sob.

“baby i know you meant well, you always see the best in everyone. please don’t cry.”

“its a fucking curse and it always bites me in the ass, i don’t like it when you’re mad at me teej.”you say sniffling into his chest.

“i know i know, i can’t stay mad at you honey. look at me,” he says and you pull away slightly, looking up at him with your face stained with mascara, “you didn’t expect it to happen, it’s gonna be okay. i’m sorry that i freaked out on you.” he continues softly, brushing your hair out of your face.

“you freaking out on me was justified, how stupid could i be to not listen to you? nothing good ever happens whenever you warn me and i ignore you. i don’t know why i thought this would be different.”

“you’re a good person y/n/n. you’re so sweet and pure, and you just love people. there is no shame in that. i love you, and i will always stand behind you no matter what okay?”

“okay.” you smile lightly as he kisses you on the forehead.

“come on let’s go clean you up.” he says, guiding you into his bedroom, tossing you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. you remove your clothes, putting his on while he turns the bathroom light on. you walk in and he has all of your night routine products sprawled on the counter.

“come here.” he says and you walk over to him. he lifts you onto the counter gently and smiles. he grabs the cotton rounds and micellar water, soaking it generously and begins to delicately wipe away the mascara that stained your cheeks.

“you should consider buying a mascara that doesn’t run so much, especially in the winter with this wind. i know it makes your eyes water, you always have little black smudges in the corner of your eyes.”

“noted.” you giggle as he kisses you on your freshly cleaned face.

“there’s my beautiful girl.” he says causing your heart to flutter. tj was a sweetheart and you never failed to melt at his kind words.

“now i’m gonna moisturize you and run us a bath yeah?” he suggests and you nod vigorously.

“okay.” he smiles, gently rubbing in the moisturizer as you shut your eyes. his care for you went beyond words.

“i’ll start the water and you grab some candles?” he says backing away as you open your eyes. you simply hop off the counter and walk back into his bedroom, grabbing all the candles you had bought for the room, which was a lot. you ran into the kitchen and grabbed the lighter, walking quickly back to the bathroom. you lit and placed candles around the room and flipped off the lights. the room was now lit dimly and intimately.

“i added lavender and bubbles.” he smirks and you laugh.

“my favorite.”

“i just know you so well.” he laughs as the two of you removed all of your clothes. as much as being naked around tj usually led to sex, you’d never been less horny. in fact you had no desire to touch him in that way, all you felt was romance, but in the purest way. he climbs into the bath, getting situated before waving you in, positioning yourself between his legs, laying your back onto his chest. he presses a light kiss to the back of your head as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

“i’m sorry again for yelling at you baby. it’s not right, i should never raise my voice at you.” he says wrapping his arms around you.

“it’s okay, i don’t ever wanna feel like i’m invalidating your feelings by ignoring your warnings. i hope I’ve never made you feel like i was pushing your feelings aside” you reply as you lean your head against his cheek.

“you haven’t.” he simply states, leading into more silence.

“i love you tj.”

“i love you more.” he says, nudging his head into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. the sexual energy in the ring going from zero to one hundred within seconds.

“baby.” you whisper as he continues, his hands find their way onto your tits, you placing your hands on top of his. your eyes shutting at the sensation that had you seeing stars. he presses one final kiss to your neck before leaning back up. his hands gliding down your torso, your hands following on top of his.

“my beautiful beautiful girl, i could never stay mad at you. not for more than a second.” he says lowly.

“i don’t deserve you.”

“yes you do, and so much more.” he says quietly kissing you on the shoulder.

“tj.”

“what baby?” he asks.

“need you.” you say simply and he sighs.

“we have all night love. i’ll show you everything you deserve. tonight is all about you.” he says interlocking your fingers.

“okay.” you smile to yourself.

“i love you.” he whispers kissing you on the cheek.

“i love you too.”

-

once the two of you drained the tub and moved all the candles to your bedroom, you laid on the bed with your robe tied loosely. tj stepped out of the bathroom, a towel hung loosely around his hips as he smiles at you.

“come here.” you beckon him over as he leans over to kiss you, his lips lingering on yours for a moment before backing away slowly. he climbs onto the bed next to you, shedding the towel.

“baby.” he mutters and you roll over, your robe now untied.

“yeah?”

“you’re so gorgeous.” he smiles, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“thank you.” you reply as you shimmy out of your robe. he finds his way on top of you, his hips between your legs as he looks over you, scanning every inch of your face.

“what are you doing?” you giggle.

“just looking at you.” he smirks kissing you on the cheek.

“if i had a shot for every time you’ve made me blush in the last hour, id be dead from alcohol poisoning.” he giggle, a smile spreading on his cheeks.

“because i wanna make sure you know how much i love you.” he says, two fingers dragging through your already soaked folds.

“fuck tj.” you say arching your back as his lips find their way back to your neck, latching on like a vampire. he backs away looking at you again before looking down, lining himself up with you, pushing in slowly, forcing a moan out of your throat.

“my baby.” he says, his hand finding its way to your chest as he connects his lips to yours. his thrusts smooth and slow at a pace that was unforgiving.

“fuck that feels amazing.” you say practically in a whisper, his hands now on either side of your head, his damp hair brushing your forehead as you lock eyes. in that moment, you saw in him something you’d always known deep down. he was the only one that could love you how you deserved to be loved, even if you had your occasional differences.

“you’re so fucking perfect.” he says, attaching your lips hastily, picking up his pace slightly.

“oh fuck i’m close.” you say, your arms wrapping around his back, tightening your walls around him with each thrust.

“let go baby, let go.” he says as the pressure that had built in your abdomen fizzled away in an instant. he fucked you right through your high before spilling his own climax deep into you.

“oh my god tj.” you say breathlessly as he pulls out of you, running to the bathroom to grab a damp towel to clean you with.

“that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” you giggle as he lays down next to you.

“maybe that’s because i actually love you and i will for the rest of our lives.” he suggests.

“that might be the difference between this and my first time.” you giggle and he kisses your cheek.

“i’m sorry again for freaking out on you. i don’t know what got into me.” he says with your arm draped over his chest.

“it’s okay honey. you were worried and you had every right to be, he was sketchy. i should’ve listened to you and from now on i will never ever question your judgement. okay?”

“okay.” he smiles, kissing you softly.

“i love you.” you say smiling.

“i love you more.”

[preservationofnormalcy]

OCULUS Beta Fork 0.4.43

Welcome, DIR.WALKER

The following text is interpreted by OPN lowercase OCULUS from raw visual and audio data from public surveillance equipment at OPN site DC, Office Security wing. Incorrect inferences may occur.

Trust, but verify.

[O-SEC WING, MEMORIAL HALLWAY. One SUBJECT (ID: SECURITY DIRECTOR KNIGHT, 94% certainty) sitting by the memorial wall. One SUBJECT (ID: MAINTENANCE INTERN FLENCH, 88% certainty) pushing wheelchair containing third SUBJECT (ID: AGENT HALTER, 99% certainty).]

[AGENT HALTER] Thought I'd find you here.

[KNIGHT is silent.]

[AGENT HALTER] Flench, go take a smoke.

[FLENCH] You got it, boss.

[AGENT HALTER] How deep in the bottle are you?

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] You don't get to talk to me like that, Halter.

[AGENT HALTER] You're right. I don't. I don't get to talk to you the way I talked to you a few days ago, either. I came here to apologize.

[KNIGHT is silent.]

[AGENT HALTER] I was stressed out, and I snapped. The Director has been riding my...butt about PR. That's not an excuse, though. I'm sorry, Orson.

[KNIGHT is silent.]

[AGENT HALTER] I don't know why, but it seems like every other month some stupid thing is happening.

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] You know why.

[AGENT HALTER] I do. We broke something.

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] We broke it.

[AGENT HALTER] I guess.

[Seven (7) seconds pass in silence.]

[AGENT HALTER] Knight?

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] Yeah?

[AGENT HALTER] I wasn't entirely truthful just now. About why I snapped at you.

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] I know.

[AGENT HALTER] I still hate you sometimes.

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] I know.

[AGENT HALTER] I try not to. It's not right of me. Everyone who voted for it--

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] I hope one day we all burn for what we did.

[AGENT HALTER] Yeah. Yeah, me too. For what it's worth, I feel grateful that for the...two dozen people that remember her, you're one of them.

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] I should have been there. In her place.

[AGENT HALTER] Knight...

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] Let me have this, Halter. I got nothing left but the guilt.

[AGENT HALTER] You have us.

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] You don't think that makes it worse? Looking at you? The only time I don't feel it is when I'm dead.

[AGENT HALTER] I know the feeling. Deep down, we both want the same thing, I think.

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] I think so.

[AGENT HALTER] She was in your taskforce. You knew her. Do you think she'd want that for either of us?

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] No. She'd have taken a gun down to the Dir--

[AGENT HALTER] Shh. Not here.

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] Where is Johann now?

[AGENT HALTER] Who -- oh. He's in Medical. Did you....want to go see him?

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] Yeah. I think so.

[AGENT HALTER] Push me down there?

[SEC DIR KNIGHT] I think I could.

[zombiewhor3]

IMMUNE

female reader x season 2 twd group

WARNINGS: shane, mentions of walker bite, gorey descriptions, gorey and violent scenes, mature language.

A/N: this is one of the worst things i've ever written but i really wanted to use this idea before i forgot about it so oh well!

-

dropping some more wood into the fire she could feel the eyes lingering on her she had been with them for a few months and yet they still watched her like a hawk.

they stalked her every move, it was like every breath she took was being analyzed by the group. she placed a seat on a stump in front of the fire using it to heat her hands and with a soft sigh she looked at the infamous sheriff who was buttoning up his shirt.

his eyes focused on her hoping that she wouldn't plot a move on them, she had been off. Something about the way she never spoke, the only word they had gotten out of her was a simple whisper to alert them of a walker, after that was pure silence.

he noticed the way she hadn't feared the walkers, not even a glimmer of fear in her eye struck when they ran into a giant hoarde.

"y/n, gather your stuff before we head to the well" rick spoke gently, she could see him gesture her out of the corner of her eye.

standing up and gathering a pair of pants and shirt from her tent she followed the group to the well, lifting the bucket and using a washboard that Maggie gifted them to scrub her clothes.

she stayed farther away from the group, right on the small hill where Daryl was perched using his knife to cut up an apple. "i don't i've ever seen ya take that jacket off" he muttered before popping a piece of the fresh fruit in his mouth.

continuing to scrub her clothes and looking down at the dirt that came off of them she spoke, "it was a gift" he chuckled a little before cutting off another piece of the apple and passing her the last piece.

placing it into her mouth she chewed as she hung up her clothes to dry against the tree, resting the washboard against its trunk before sitting back down.

"one thing about this group is we don't trust easy, don't take it personal kiddo" flipping the blade away and tossing the core he could feel her eyes digging into him.

"yeah well i don't trust some of em either" her tone was bitter,

"and ya think i do?" he replied taking the crossbow off of his shoulder and resting it down on the ground.

"they watch my every move, they trust Maggie more than me and i've known them longer" she stood up and brushed off her pants,

he could see that there were holes all throughout the back, the denim torn in certain places all covered in dirt and practically begging for it to be cleaned.

"why don't ya wash the jacket? we still have water left"

she shook her head no at him before grabbing the washboard and heading back to the main camp area. Why did it matter so much that she didn't want to take her damn jacket off?

-

dinner was always filled with laughter, pots being passed around, stories were told around the camp fire. she usually sat in her tent to eat alone or she sat away from the groups eyes.

now sitting on a stump beside Daryl with a plate in her hand she hadn't felt as isolated, she hadn't felt as alone. Even if she didn't trust a few of the men sitting across from her.

she took a beer that rick offered her, twisting off the cap she took a sip as she rolled up her sleeves to try and escape some of the heat the fire was giving off.

she listened to the stories they told, all about their jobs, families and their lives before the apocalypse, clearing her throat she spoke up,

"before this whole dead virus thing came about i used to be majoring in chemical science so i guess that went out the window" she could hear the group around her laugh and Glenn began to pipe up his own story.

"i was a pizza driver and i was majoring in economics, and now since there's no money involved with whats left of the world id say it was not handy" she gave off a soft smile,

everyone seemed to loosen up now, except for Shane. Though he hadn't trusted anybody, he didn't even trust Daryl even after he saved his life on multiple occasions.

his dark eyes were burning into her skin, burning into the rolled up sleeve but to busy drinking her beer and continuing her conversation she hadn't even noticed he stood up from his seat.

pulling her up from her seat he stripped her off the denim jacket while holding her forearm into the air causing a mutter of confusion amongst the group.

a scar was imprinted into her skin, a part of her flesh was missing where skin had grown back over it already leaving it a shade of pink and red going against her natural skin tone. "shane get the hell off me" she bittered trying to swing away from his grasp.

everyone else had gotten up to look at her arm, she swallowed harshly feeling his grip tighten while she felt like everyone was poking and prodding at her with their beady eyes.

"it's a dog bite, it happened when i was a teenager now will you let the hell go of me" she rattled against his hand but still with his tight grasp it was almost no use to push against him.

"these are human teeth, not even a human bite scar would be this color, you've been bit" she could hear people gasp as he came to his shitty but true conclusion, she had been bit but she wasn't like the others, she didn't turn.

looking over to Daryl she let out a plea, "it's not what it looks like i promise you i can explain all of this" Daryl could feel his hand on Shane's shoulder now as he practically pried his grasp from her.

sitting on the opposite side away from everybody shane's gun remained pointed at her chest, ready to pull the trigger whenever she turned into the monster that bit her.

"this mark is two years old, i got it at the beginning i was just a dumb teenager and i made a stupid decision" she sighed while finally slipping off her denim jacket and resting it beside her.

"no way you would've turned by now" someone muttered from the group watching her eyes flick up at them, "don't you get it, i can't turn something about this virus doesn't affect me".

-

looking at the straggling walker before them she repeated back Shane's words with an utter disgust,

"i'm sorry you want me to let another walker bite me to prove i'm really immune? you're god damn crazy you know that"

pulling out her knife she braced her self for the pain of something that was going to tear through more flesh on her arm, reaching her arm out she let out a piercing scream as it bit down on her flesh,

its teeth sinking into her enough to pull a little chunk of her arm out, as tears flooded her eyes she used her other arm to take the walker out as she ripped away from the grasp of its teeth.

he tossed a piece of cloth at her before making his way up to camp, with a subtle sob in the depth of the night she wrapped her wound and trailed just far enough behind him.

blood soaked through the cloth, dying over the cotton white to turn it into a shade of near death, finally stumbling back into camp she sat around the fire keeping her best to stay silent.

he stared at her through the flames of the fire just as strong as her loathe for him right now,

"does this prove your point now asshole?" she retorted back before wincing at the feeling her hand putting pressure down on her arm.

-

looking at the crowd in front of her she stood holding up her arm,

"day seven with this bite and i haven't turned i won't turn because i'm immune to whatever the hell this is, and i would like to go back to not being harrassed" she muttered.

everyone else in the group had left her be now, she was one less thing they had to worry about. and it made her life so much easier no more poking and prodding, she was actually able to have a conversation without Shane stalking her.

"you think they trust me now?"

she whispered over to Daryl who had a smile on his face, "sure they do, ya got bit by a walker to prove yer point who wouldn't trust ya" he replied feeling her head lean against his shoulder.

"until the next walker bite i suppose"

[rescuebabiesau]

Ermmmmm.. could u please make a piece where Heatwave visits Hotshot and Quickshadow for the first time after they split up 🥺🥺🥺👉👈 I bet it’s emotional cuz they just couldn’t bear being apart

"...Okay, I think it should work now."

"It'd better, Blades. I'm tired of winding up where I'm not supposed to be. Let's be fortunate it's only been somewhere within our reality."

"Hey, we're the first people in the universe to try to make an untraceable spacebridge via inter-dimensional energy from a middle-world plane. Sue me if there's been some... Mishaps." The air mosaic sat on his knees as he overlooked the crescent-shaped machine in front of them, the center presently swirling with glittering stars and purple smoke trailing out onto the floor. "Give me a break."

Heatwave took a deep breath and then tried to relax his shoulders. "...You're right, I'm sorry... It's just-"

"Trust me, Heatwave... I know..." Blades' face fell from its own irritated expression, shifting to one of sympathy for his older brother. "...The last four months have been Hell for you."

They had been Hell. Letting his wife and child go- for their own safety- and being separated from them across dozens of galaxies had been the hardest thing he'd ever done in his life. He'd called them almost every day, and would have visited long before now, if not for what was going on back on Cybertron. The High Council had banned all spacebridge activity, monitoring whoever tried to step through without government clearance.

Heatwave had no such clearance- According to cybertronian files and records, he had died years ago, and there was no such thing as a 'resurrection certificate.' Not enough bots had managed that feat to warrant it.

If he showed up through one of the sanctioned spacebridges, security would be looking for his ID number and clearance card, and would assume he was some decepticon spy posing as a dead bot. So the only solution? They had to build their own, and they had to do it in a way that the frequency when active wouldn't be picked up on their sensors, which required a slight detour into The Mist realm to cloak its location and connection.

It had taken four months for Boulder and Blades to figure it out and build it- also talking to trustworthy bots on the other end to make their own connecting portal generator. It would only be linked between the two- at least, that had been the plan. This was the first time Blades was fully convinced it wouldn't sent Heatwave to Hong Kong- That was a long story to explain to some rice farmers!

"Okay, test it out. Go see your pretty femme on the other end." Blades announced as he stood up. "Happy trails!"

"Famous last words, Blades..." Heatwave looked back at the portal, and then sighed, taking a step, then another, then another. The mist swirled about his feet, smoke and glitter creeping through the nooks and crannies of his armor. It was only for a moment, but then it faded, and he looked around to find a matching crescent behind him as he stepped forward, and the odd but identifying smell of freshly-laid cybermetal. "Ha! Finally... Took those two long-"

"Heatwave...!"

"...Darling!"

"My strong, faithful fire engine...!"

"My exotic, incomparable paradise...!"

They held to each other for what seemed like forever, peppering each other with kisses and whispering sweet nothings into each other's audio receptors... Until their son began to fuss.

"Oh, of course, Hotshot. Yes. Let's go somewhere we can catch up proper..."

[iknowshocker]

What do you think Kai would be like as a boyfriend if he had a genuine/healthy bond with someone?

For being one of the funniest characters in tvdu, I don’t think we ever even saw someone laugh at one of his jokes, so I’ve always been curious what it would’ve looked like if just one person matched his energy or at least accepted him

oh my goodness, i love this queeeestiooon!

let me just quickly out myself by saying if you lined up all the TVD men and told me to pick, kai would be my one and only choice. 🙈 my love for him horrifies my husband but i stand behind my witchy woo man 🫡

first thank you !! for saying he's funny !! you're right no one really appreciates his humor in the show and its one of the silliest choices imo. like you can admit the scary man has jokes, guys, it's not going to kill you. (oof sidenote but him and Jo having the same humor/picking on each other is one of my fav things!)

if he was out and about making his lil comments and someone started giggling a few seats down at the bar i truly think he'd combust. also probably be like "....me? you - you're looking at me? you think i'm funny ??? 😳 AnD CUte ?? really????" and then try immediately to be cooler about it but like, he's screaming crying throwing up inside

canonically we also know he liked it when bonnie matched the more aggressive/argumentative side of his personality, so i don't think he'd be able to be with someone that didn't pick at him a little. you gotta be able to tease him back but also like .. not take it too far cause he 100% can't take as much as he can give lmao (one older sibling to another we're a lot more sensitive than we pretend to be)

basically i think kai needs:

somebody grounded to keep him from totally flipping out

but who is also willing to fight for what they believe in

spontaneous and playful - but also thoughtful and mindful of his mood swings

kind enough to love him completely despite his past

and supportive enough to help him rebuild the coven

so...yeah, bonnie, basically lol

i think s6 kai at minimum needs to be with a witch that is willing to share power, and s8 kai needs a vampire or heretic. s6 kai could make it work with a human but pre-merge you're risking a lot, and then if you put s8 kai with a witch/human, he's turning them no questions asked so we better hope they're okay with it. (let's just leave legacies kai out of this, okay? he is a different breed)

i picture him being touch starved like you wouldn't believe, so super super clingy and probably jealous at least in the beginning of a relationship. that would go for friendship, too, honestly.

i think it would be really hard for him to a. wrap his head around someone picking him and then b. allow them to also pick other people. i don't think he'd throw a klaus sized tantrum, he'd be more petty about it: "oh sorry i just assumed you liked damon now since you said you liked his hair today and yEaH i was listening from three tables over watching the whole thing don't lie i SAW HOW YOU SMILED AT HIM-,"

but like he'd mellow with that as time went on and he starts to believe he can trust being loved. on that note i think he'd need a lot of reassurance but simultaneously be embarrassed/unsure of how to ask for it. some fights would happen as he works through how to regulate himself, but i don't picture it being a delena level of toxic. kai is more self aware/honest about himself so even when he's making poor choices he's like "woah hold on, why am i doing this ?? ah yes, that's why" and i think he'd get to a point where he knows his triggers and can help a partner figure out how to avoid them/talk through them.

so think like "my boy only breaks his favorite toys" vibes. he's so sure things are going to be taken from him/stuff can't be trusted that he'll mess it up first to hopefully make it hurt less. but with time a partner could help him see that he can have nice things !! love is real !! id love to see him build up the coven/a friend group/family with a partner beside him and just !! enjoy life lmao

anon you said boyfriend not husband but i hc he'd actually be an amazing dad. i would want him to end up having a siphon !!! end the coven curse of abuse bb 👏🏼 i have a post detailing what i would have done with the parker's that talks about him being a good uncle too!! i don't know i just think he'd be weirdly good with kids. so even if we're talking heretic!kai he'd be bringing kids/teens into the coven to help them and he's gonna need a partner that is down with that

no matter the stage of relationship he's super tactile. (mans has no context or care over some PDA being inappropriate). you're always sitting in his lap, or he's draped over you requesting that you play with his hair, he keeps his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, he wants you to play with his rings, ect. just always always always touching in some way even if it's small. it was something he missed out on for so much of his life and i think having someone actively want to touch him would never get old.

(sad note i picture this being a bit of a PTSD thing for him too. so certain things would make him flinch or jump and he might not even really be aware of it all the time. like he'll be tense as hell and his partner is like "honey what's happening ?? where have you gone ??" and he'd have to take a second and body scan before realizing oh shit Yeah, something is Wrong)

he's possessive as hell so expect hickys left where everyone can see AND a smug annoucment that he knows where you got them :) if we're talking s8 kai i imagine he would leave bite scars intentionally. so like heal them with magic but leave the little fang marks so other vamps know you're spoken for and he'd probably also have them on his wrist

i think a common hc is that he's Always the dominate one, but we all saw him in those chains, boy's totally a switch. (i also personally hc that 1994 kai is virgin!kai, but that's a story for another day). still tho i do think control is a big thing for him so he's definitely more comfortable being the one in charge. with trust comes wanting to mix things up tho so that's nice all around.

hands down the best boy to date during the holiday season are we kidding ??? any little thing you can possibly think of he's down and probably already has it planned:

apple orchard

carnival !!

christmas tree decorating

horror movie marathon !!

baking sugar cookies

snow ball fight

you're hosting the holiday parties now i hope you like cooking for a whole coven !!

like sep-feb you are Booked and Busy (i hc he's not much of a summer boy but that's okay if yall went back to portland west coast summers are built different, pls don't keep him in the south from mid june-mid august i fear he will melt)

if there's a downside i think it's how protective he would be. i think the mix of possessive/protective/clingy could be too much for some people but again i don't think it would last at such a high level forever. it's just elements of his personality that show up especially in high stakes situations, so they shouldn't be ignored.

but yeah anon, basically give the boy a chance and he's tripping over himself to be the best partner he can be 🤷🏼‍♀️