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QOTU: A Little Friendly Competition Part 1

Summary: Going on dates wasn’t always a guaranteed good time. Vec has had her fair share of shitty dates, but the nerves she had for this particular one were for a different reason. She truly liked this one, and she wanted it to go well. Thankfully, Scud shared the same sentiment, and it made for one of the best nights of their lives.

Third installment is finally here! Apologies that this one took longer than I anticipated. We get to see Vec & Scud's first date. I've been so excited to post this one, it's kinda stupid. I hope this pleases the council ('the council' is what we have dubbed our QOTU readers).

PS the shirt he's wearing is the one from the movie where he's talking to Whistler about his scars, just FYI. He just looks so good in it I had to use it. And massive thank you to @dixons-sunshine for help with the summary 🖤

Era: Pre-apocalypse, a bit over a year before the outbreak

Word count: 8.1k (this is my longest one-shot to date and it's only part 1 lmao I'm so sorry)

CW for swearing, some suggestive commentary. You are responsible for your own consumption.

We're also cross-posting on AO3 if you prefer to read it there!

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Upon hearing the vibration against the wood, Vec took her phone off her dresser, a small smile gracing her lips when she realized it was a message from him. Running a hand through her hair and brushing her bangs from her eyes, she opened the message, blood flowing to her cheeks and turning them from their normal pale to baby pink.

Josh ☺️: I can’t wait to see you later. It’s been too long 😉

They’d been talking for weeks, texting on and off throughout each day and even having a few phone calls in the evenings. During one of those phone calls was the first time he called her “Vee,” which quickly became his special nickname for her. Immediately following that conversation, she ran to Georgie, standing in her bedroom doorway and blinking repeatedly before whispering “he has a nickname for me” in the most lovesick tone possible.

She’d hardly stopped talking about this ‘cutie with the bandana’ in recent weeks. Now, it was time to make their first date a reality.

“What kind of makeup are you thinking?” Georgie asked. She began rifling through a stack of eyeshadow palettes Vec kept on her dresser, opening each to examine the colors before setting them down. “I know you usually like to keep it lighter on first dates.”

“Nah, I’m wearing that full-coverage shit,” Vec commented, pulling a small glass bottle of foundation from the drawer, “I’m not about to be looking like a tomato all night long.”

She spent hours curling her hair, having to take a break halfway through and recruiting her best friend to help finish the job when her arms got tired.

“Gin, can you help me?” Vec practically begged as she stepped out into the living room, half of her head in curls while the other remained pin straight.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask,” Georgie chuckled, setting her stack of papers on the glass coffee table to join her in the bathroom. Every time Vec curled her hair, she insisted she could do it all herself, and every time, she requested Georgie’s help somewhere between halfway and three-quarters of the way done.

As a surgeon, she typically wasn’t allowed to have her nails painted. However, since she was off for a couple of weeks taking some much-needed and well-deserved PTO, she decided to treat herself, opting for some black acrylics. electing to keep them short as long nails could make date night plans more difficult.

She also recruited Georgie’s help in picking an outfit, the pile of different dresses, skirts, and more on her bed becoming too much to sort through on her own. Walking back into the living room, she simply grabbed Georgie’s hand without saying a word, taking her back into her room for her to get an eyeful of the mountain of clothes occupying her place of rest, and Georgie knew just what that meant. Vec hated to pull Georgie from her work, but she also knew if she didn’t, one, she would never hear the end of it, and two, she would never be able to garner up the courage to leave the house.

“You didn’t already have your outfit picked out?” Georgie teased, grabbing different tops off of hangers and adding them to the pile, “what, are you gonna go in your scrubs?”

Vec chuckled, the sweet sound of amusement rising from the depths of her chest sounding like music to Georgie’s ears. “I mean, he has already seen me in them, and he still seemed to be into—“ she paused and used her hands to gesture up and down her body “—all of this.”

The pair eventually settled on something simple, pairing a long-sleeved black sweater with a black skirt and a pair of fishnets. Taking extra precaution, she slipped a pair of shorts on under her skirt, the shorts long enough to just cover the tattoos on the back on her thighs.

Grabbing her favorite fragrance off her dresser, she gave her neck, décolletage, and wrists a few spritzes, rubbing her wrists together to ensure the scent settled. The little bottle of vanilla-scented spray was a gift from her mom for her high-school graduation, and it had been dubbed her “lucky perfume” after many an instance of it coming clutch. She only wore it for the most special of occasions—her white coat ceremony, Match Day, her birthday—and this, a first date with a man she was already falling head over heels for, was a very, very special occasion.

Taking one last deep breath and draping her hair over her shoulders, she gave herself one final look-over in her mirror and flattened her sweater. She did one small twirl, watching her skirt flow around her thighs and her curls bounce as they settled back into place.

Making her way back into the living room, she stood in front of her best friend, who’d been spending her evening grading papers when she wasn’t helping her prepare for her date. She anxiously cracked her fingers before repeatedly wiggling them in some pathetic attempt to rid herself of all the nervous energy cooped up inside her body. “What do you think?”

Looking up from her work, a massive smile spread across Georgie’s face as she took in the sight of her bestie before her, all dolled up and dressed to impress. “You look hot.” Giving her a slow up-down with her eyes, something caught her attention. “You’re not wearing the push-up this time?”

Vec was a smaller gal, some curves but nothing crazy, and her chest was by far her biggest insecurity. She always wore the only push-up bra she owned on dates, attempting to boost her confidence by making her small chest not look so small. This time was different. “No. I’m, uh, going for…authenticity this time.”

“Wow. You must really like this one,” Georgie commented, setting her red pen down on the table and rising to her feet. She could only think of one other occasion where her Dia hadn’t worn that illustrious push-up, and that was back in undergrad.

“Yeah,” Vec replied in a sickly, tooth-rotting tone, her cheeks becoming flushed under her full-coverage face. She twirled away from Georgie long enough to slip on and zip up her combat boots.

“Well, he’s a lucky man, getting to take you out.”

Pacing the living room of their shared apartment, she kept her eyes glued to the floor as she began gently scratching at the side of her left thumb with her index finger, the primary telltale sign of her anxiety. “Gin, I feel like I wanna throw up and die.”

“Throw up, sure, yeah. That makes sense. And I’ll certainly hold your hair back if you do,” Georgie assured, crossing over from the couch and standing off to the side of Vec as she continued to pace. She followed her with her eyes back and forth from the entryway to the TV stand and back again. “But die? That feels a bit overdramatic, even for you, Dia.”

“Not helping.” Her tone was unintentionally stern, and she was immediately kicking herself. “I didn’t mean to snap, I’m just so worked up, and not in the fun way.”

Georgie couldn’t help but snicker in response. Even when she was “worked up, and not in the fun way,” her best friend was still cracking jokes and being her overdramatic, unhinged self. “Just try to take a deep breath, okay? Think of this as a day out with one of your friends, just a casual get-together. Less pressure that way.”

“Right…just a hangout…” Vec whispered between deep breaths, “…until one of us is flirting every two fucking seconds.”

“And if anything goes wrong on this ‘hangout’, I’m only a phone call away, remember? I’ll drop everything and come to you if I need to.”

“I know. I’m just super worked up right now. I mean, what if he thinks I’m too bold?”

She snickered again, this time a little louder and with a hint of surprise in her tone. Never had Vec been concerned about being “too bold,” especially for a man. For her to be worrying about something like that meant this ‘cutie with the bandana’ must’ve been special. “It sounds like you were pretty bold back at the auto shop, and he seemed into it. I think if he thought you were “too bold” then you wouldn’t be here now,” Georgie assured, “and if he does decide you’re “too bold,” then it’s his loss.”

Slowing down before coming to a stop, Vec finally ceased her pacing, turning to Georgie as she adjusted her glasses on her nose. “You’re right. I’ve already been pretty bold. I’m just stuck in my own head.”

“Well, let’s get you out of there then.” Georgie stepped closer to her and began brushing hair out of her eyes, adjusting her curls, and looking her outfit over to ensure there wasn’t a speck of dust in sight. “Tell me what the plan is again.”

“Umm, I’m meeting him at the bowling alley, and I’m not sure after that,” Vec explained, resting the urge to bite at her bottom lip as to not get lipstick on her teeth, “we might go get food or something, I don’t know. I feel too sick to eat right now.”

“Babe, can you take a deep breath for me?” Georgie asked. Vec nodded, and she forced herself to take a deep, calming breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. Georgie placed her hands on her shoulders before meeting her gaze. “You’re going to be fine. I’m sure once you get there, all of your nerves will just melt away. You’re Lydia Rae Vector, the best way this man could be spending his Friday night.”

Vec would’ve been lying if she said the mini pep-talk from her Ginny didn’t do a number in terms of boosting her ego. “Well, I don’t know about the best way, but definitely a good one.” She took her phone out long enough to look at the time before sliding it back into her bag. “I should get going. I’m supposed to be there in twenty minutes. And you know me, gotta get there early.”

“Don’t forget to—“

“I know, I know. Text you every time I change locations and call with the code phrase if things get sketchy.” Every time one of them was headed out on a date or a hookup, they always reminded the other of their golden rule, as if they hadn’t been doing it their entire friendship.

As she headed out the front door, Georgie called out to her one last time. “Stay safe, have fun, and use protection! Not necessarily in that order, but you know what I mean.”

Vec rolled her eyes and scoffed as she poked her head back in the doorframe just long enough to respond. “Thanks, Gin.”

The bowling alley was only about a 5 minute drive from her place, but given the Friday night Atlanta traffic, it took her almost the whole 20 minute window to get there. After speed-walking through the ever-growing-dark parking lot, she leaned against the first counter she came across, which happened to be empty. She sent a quick text to let him know she was there and where in the building to find her. She also send a message to Georgie, letting her know she’d made it safely.

Vec: Made it. Just waiting for him.

Vec: I still wanna throw up and ✨die✨

Ginny 🌻: You’re gonna be fine. And if you don’t feel fine, I’ll be there before you know it 💛

The next message that made its way through to her was from none other than her date, and given that it was their agreed meet-up time, she figured he had to be close.

Josh ☺️: What are you wearing?

Josh: ☺️: Y’know, so I can spot you 😉

Vec: You’ll see 😉

A few minutes later, she was greeted from behind by a pair of hands over her eyes, hovering just over her glasses. In a normal situation, she would’ve whipped around before the person had a chance to say a word and clocked them in the nose. This situation was out of the ordinary in the best way.

“Guess who?” the familiar voice behind her greeted, chuckling softly.

“Gee, I wonder.” Her tone was sarcastic, amused, and flirty all at the same time, a combination that sent the mechanic’s heart plummeting into his stomach and joining the butterflies already making a home there.

“I’d offer a hint, but that would give it away,” he teased. He hoped that, even though he didn’t give the hint, she’d still catch on to what it was going to be. And catch on she did.

The fucking bandana, she thought. She didn’t say anything, but the giggly scoff that met his ears told him everything he needed to know.

Finally removing his hands from her eyes, he tapped on her shoulder to get her to spin around. Her curls bounced on her shoulders as she turned, her skirt flowing around her thighs catching his attention. At the mere sight of her, his stomach was doing backflips, and when their eyes locked, he knew he was in for one of the best nights of his life.

“Hi!” she greeted. The tone of her voice had changed to one of sheer delight, and there was almost a sparkle to it. She roped him in for a hug, her arms sliding around his neck and his instinctively traveling to her waist. He was elated about her desire for physical contact. It was a short hug, but it was just long enough for him to get a whiff of the sweet vanilla perfume on her neck.

“Damn,” she laughed, bringing her head back up and gently brushing a few stray hairs from his eyes, “no bandana this time, huh?”

He kept his hands on her waist as she worked, moving strands from one side to the other of the natural parting on his scalp. It wasn’t intentional the way his hands stayed planted there and subconsciously pulled her closer. He was simply too enraptured with the sight before him to do anything about it. “Figured I’d let the hair down for a change. But look at you. You clean up good, doc.”

“Clean up good” was an understatement, he thought. She looked beautiful, damn near ethereal, the shimmer on her cheekbone catching the fluorescent light above them. Even curled, her long hair still reached down past her chest, and the shade of dark purple lipstick she’d picked out made her cerulean eyes pop. It took everything in him to not plant one on her right then and there.

After fixing his flyaways to her satisfaction, she folded her arms over her chest and took a moment to admire him. His jeans looked damn near brand new, if she had to guess, and hit button-up was open just enough to expose his collarbone. He was wearing the same choker she’d seen on him back at the auto shop, the same choker she fantasized about curling her finger around and pulling him in for a kiss by. He was a work of art as far as she was concerned. “So do you, mechanic man,” she replied. She was well aware of his hands still on her waist and too wrapped up in the moment to care. They could’ve stayed just like that, talking all night, and she would be happy.

“You smell nice.”

“Thank you. It’s my, uh, lucky perfume.”

“What makes it so lucky?” he inquired, the usage of the L word piquing his interest.

“I only wear it for…special occasions.” She was already starting to blush under all her makeup, but thankfully, her full-coverage foundation kept the blood rushing to her cheeks a secret from her date. “And usually, said occasions work out in my favor.”

“Honored to know I’m such a ‘special occasion.’” It was in that moment, when her gaze dropped to the floor for just a second and he was pulled from his trance, that he became overwhelmingly aware of his hands on her waist that had been very slowly creeping towards her hips.

“Shit, sorry.” He didn’t pull away abruptly, but rather let his hands naturally pull away, and now, it was his turn to get a little pink. “Guess I got distracted.”

Her mind echoed Georgie’s words from earlier in the evening. Think of this as a day out with one of your friends, just a casual get-together. Yeah, that’s certainly going well so far, she thought, a smile breaking out on her face from her thoughts and the compliment from him.

“You don’t need to apologize. Does it look like I was bothered at all?” she laughed, “believe me, if I’m bothered by something, you’ll know.”

Her laugh in response provided him some relief and gave him the confidence to take her hand, running his fingers over hers and looking at his reflection in the glossy black acrylics that adorned her nails. “These look cool. Bet you don’t get to do this too often, given your job.”

“Uh, no…no, I don’t, really.” She had to fight to keep herself from sliding her fingers in between his, resisting the pull she was feeling to lock their hands together.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve painted mine to match,” he smirked. Now, it was her turn to have the butterflies in her stomach working overtime.

Had he painted his nails before? Yes, on more than one occasion. Did he currently own a bottle of black nail polish for himself? Not at all. If she indeed had let him know what she was doing, would he have went out and bought one just to match her? Absolutely.

“I love a man who breaks gender norms,” she gushed. Her fingers trailed up to the base of his-rolled up sleeve, goosebumps forming on his skin as she worked upwards. She tugged on it gently, and her lashes fluttered as she brought her gaze from his bicep back to his eyes. “I like this shirt, by the way. It looks great on you.”

“This old thing? I don’t really pull this one out much. Glad you like it.”

“You should pull it out more often.”

That sentence in another context would go crazy, she thought, doing her best to stifle the laugh trying to creep its way out of her chest. But she was a woman who wore her thoughts all over her face, and the smile she was fighting to make smaller told him that her mind had taken the statement in a more nefarious direction.

He couldn’t help but laugh at her attempt to keep hers contained, an amused smirk crossing his lips as he did. “C’mon, I already got us set up. Just gotta get shoes.”

As she turned to round the corner, his hand trailed to her upper back, taking the end of some of her curls between his fingers, though he was careful not to dishevel them. “Guess I didn’t realize how much hair you really got. It’s still so long. How you get it all to fit in that cap you gotta wear?”

“A very tight braid and lots of practice,” she explained. His hand moved under her curls to rest on her back, migrating down to her waist. They’d only been in each other’s presence for maybe five minutes. Already, he was hardly able to keep his hands off her, and Vec was eating that shit up.

“What made you wanna grow it out?” he inquired as they approached the shoe counter.

“I like to go to renaissance festivals and dress up for them. The long hair makes for some cool styles.” An idea struck her, and she was already reaching for her bag before she could get her next sentence out. “I have some pictures. If you wanna see, I mean.”

“Hell yeah, of course I do.”

Opening to her photos, she selected the album titled ‘ren fest(ivies)’ and clicked on the first picture. “My best friend likes to sew, so she helps me make them.” She handed her phone over to him before turning to the shoe counter, their fingers lightly grazing each other as they did. Just like that fateful day back at the auto shop, the sparks that generated between them could’ve lit the entire city of Atlanta. “You can just scroll through to the end.”

As he scrolled through, he got to feast his eyes on different pictures of her posed in medieval skirts and corsets with weapons that would make any fantasy nerd proud. Like she’d said, the long hair did in fact make for some sick hairstyles, and as he continued, he found himself having to swallow a couple of times to keep himself from drooling. He could vaguely hear her comment her shoe size to the man behind the counter. Eight, maybe? He couldn’t be sure. All of his senses were focused on the pictures of the goddess in front of him.

“Wow.” It came out more matter-of-fact than he anticipated. He was enamored, and it was more than evident based on his boyish grin and the way his eyes closed ever so slightly, like he was high. “You look…” his voice momentarily trailed off before he found it again “…beautiful, badass, all of it. Your confidence is top-notch.”

She looked up from the spot she’d taken on a nearby chair as she finished tying the laces of her bowling shoes. The way he called her ‘beautiful’ had her stomach doing backflips. “Thank you. I’m already planning my outfit for the next one.”

After he put on his shoes, they headed off to their lane. His hand found her waist again as they walked, and he kept it there, like he was guiding her through a large crowd despite not a single person being in their way. She didn’t mind one bit. In fact, quite the opposite. She’d began making mental notes about what she could do to further encourage the behavior.

“I put our names in already,” he said, nodding in the general direction of the small kiosk at their lane. Peering over the frame of her glasses, she chuckled as she scanned over their names on the screen above them. Hers read ‘Vee,’ but that wasn’t the funny part.

“‘Scudster’? Really?” she laughed, that sweet giggle trailing off her tongue to meet his ears again. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard him refer to himself as that, but it was still entertaining nonetheless. “You’re so unserious, you know that?”

“I like to think my “unserious” vibes are part of the charm.” As the pins came down at the end of the lane, he took a bowling ball in his hand, gently spinning it around as to not drop it. This time, it was his turn to be struck by a positively brilliant idea. “Hey Vee, what do you say we turn this into…a little friendly competition?”

The doctor cocked an eyebrow at him, her curiosity quickly piquing, which was evident by the look in her eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s say…if I win, I get a kiss.” Immediately fearing he’d been too forward, he waited with bated breath for her to respond or do anything that would indicate she was comfortable with the situation. When her contagious smile appeared again, her pearly whites on full display, his shoulders relaxed, and that little Machiavellian smirk of his crept onto his face.

“Aah, I see.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she racked her brain for what she could say in return. What did she want from him? Just about anything. What did she want to know about him? Everything. “Then if I win…you gotta tell me your deepest, darkest secret. And it better be a good one.”

“Lucky for me, I’m good at bowling.” Judging by his tone and resting smirk, he was feeling rather confident. “Prepare to get shredded.”

He’d put her name in first, so he kindly grabbed one of the balls and held it out to her. “Ladies first,” Scud said, giving her a friendly smile.

Vec wasn’t a complete rookie when it came to bowling. She’d been before, although it had been a while, and given the little skills she had back then, she was certain they’d since faded away. She was almost positive she was going to get “shredded,” but she didn’t dare let it show, lest he already start to think he had the upper hand.

Taking the blue bowling ball in her hands, she stepped up to the lane, rolling it back and forth in her hands and staring down the pins at the end. It’s my favorite color, she thought, that has to mean something, right?

“So how did you get into dressing up for ren fests?” His question rang in her ears as she took her first shot, his voice catching her by surprise and making her stumble. She missed her center shot, the balling rolling off to the side and into the gutter, not hitting a single pin as it traveled into the darkness at the end of the lane.

“Wow,” he teased as he approached her, “should we have put the guards up?”

“That’s not fair,” she jokingly whined, her smirk turning into a playful pout, “you distracted me.”

“Fear not m’lady, you got one more shot,” he assured, stepping away only long enough to bring the bowling ball back to her.

“So to answer your question, I’m big into fantasy shit.” She lined herself up again, taking a deep breath to help her focus. “You know Disney movies at all?”

This time, he waited until after she took her turn to respond. While the ball didn’t roll into the gutter this time, it was no strike, just barely knocking a couple of the pins over on one side. “Sure do. My favorite’s The Fox and the Hound.”

“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.” Scud looked over his shoulder long enough to give her a cheeky grin before lining up his first shot. Though he was determined to win their little friendly competition, he was far more interested in listening to what she had to say. “My favorite growing up was Sleeping Beauty. It was my ‘gateway drug’ into the world of fantasy. Got me into the Lord of the Rings, going to ren fests, and eventually dressing up for them.”

He rolled nearly dead center, knocking every pin over with a single strike. He turned back to her, that same cheeky grin on his face. “Oh you’re just showing off now,” she groaned, that playful joking pout making a second appearance for him. And oh, how he was loving it.

As he’d told her during their initial meeting, he’d been on the market for a while. He needed someone that could joke around with him, be able to laugh at themselves, was unapologetically authentic and genuine to their core. So far, she was checking all of those boxes and then some.

“Told you I was good.” Stepping back to her, Scud brushed some stray hairs out of her eyes, tucking them over the side of her glasses. There was hardly any, not enough to have bothered her at all, but it was enough for him to do something about it. He was looking for damn near any excuse to touch her in any capacity. And the little smile that crept up every time he did? He’d do anything to see that.

“Anyway,” she commented in an attempt to bring the conversation back, “I used to watch it so much that I’d constantly be singing the song from it around the house when I was little. My brothers used to make fun of me for it. All in good fun, of course, but they’ll still sometimes bring it up just to get under my skin. Y’know, the way siblings do.”

“You close with ‘em?” He was already lining up for his second shot of that turn, her standing over his shoulder, but far enough back to not get hit by his arm when he swung.

“Oh yeah. I have a few, we’re all really close. They’re all older. Joined the military right out of high school. Became Navy SEALs. They’re some of my best friends.”

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone—hell, he was hardly able to admit it to himself—but the mention of multiple military big-brothers did put him a bit on edge. In his mind, all it would take was one wrong move for them to come knocking on his door. He didn’t know much about the different branches of the military, but one thing he did know is that Navy SEALs were not to be fucked with.

“Don’t got any myself.” He took his second shot, once again landing another strike. Vec was beginning to wonder if he’d chosen bowling for a first date on purpose as a way to show off a little. “Had a lot of cousins growin’ up. Having kids my own age around was nice. That’s dope that you’re so close with yours.”

“I definitely got lucky. I certainly never taken them for granted.”

They continued chatting as they took turns, Scud occasionally doing a tiny fist pump when he made a strike. It wasn’t perfect, he didn’t land every single one, but it was damn near close, and Vec knew she had no chance. Still, she did her best to maintain her confidence and give the illusion that she believed she could actually win.

Every chance he got, he was grabbing her bowling ball for her, ensuring their fingers touched each time he handed it over. Even though she wasn’t nearly as skilled as he was, he hyped her up any time she knocked over even one pin. He was a jokester, and their playful, teasing banter had the butterflies in his stomach working overtime, but he also wanted her to have fun and feel good about her abilities.

“Now the big-ticket question I’ve been wanting to ask—what made you wanna become a doctor?”

“It’s kind of a silly story,” she sighed as he returned the bowling ball to her. She’d become accustomed to receiving rather snide comments when answering that question, and her evening was going too well to have it ruined over her response to a classic first-date question.

He picked up on her hesitation, the regret settling in as he worried he possibly struck a nerve or unintentionally brought up a touchy subject. He hoped a sprinkle of humor would provide some encouragement. “This is the Scudster you’re dealin’ with. Silly is my middle name.”

‘Scudster’ made her giggle and eased her nerves, so she decided she’d tell her story, hoping to whatever might be out there that he wouldn’t think it was stupid. “When I was three, one of my brothers got into an accident, landed himself in the hospital. One of the surgeons was this beautiful woman with long auburn hair, and she was wearing a floral dress and a white coat. Me, being three, saw any woman with long hair and a pretty dress and thought she was a princess, as most little girls do.”

“So I asked her. Toddled right up to her as she was talking to my mom and asked her if she was a princess. And she crouched down to my level with the biggest, brightest smile on her face and said “of course I am!” Then I turned to my mom and said “Mommy, I wanna be a princess when I grow up!” Princess, in that moment, meaning someone who wears pretty dresses and a white coat and saves lives like the way the pretty lady in front of me was saving my brother’s. Of course, as I got older, I learned what a doctor was, but I never wavered from that decision. Not even once.”

She waited with bated breath for him to say something, anything. The first thing he did was laugh, but not in a mocking way or a ‘wow, that’s stupid’ kind of way. It was the laugh of someone who’d just heard a baby giggle or watched a puppy chase their own tail. “That’s probably the most adorable thing I’ve heard in a long time.”

“You sure it’s not silly, not even a little bit? Most people think it is.” He gave her an empathetic sigh as his hand found her shoulder, and he subconsciously drew small circles with his fingers, hoping it would offer some solace. How could anyone find such a wholesome and precious story silly or stupid?

“You’re a smart woman, Vee. I’m sure you’ve gathered that I’m not “most people.” It’s super cute. I may be “unserious,” but I’m no liar.”

“Well thank you,” she replied, batting her lashes as she briefly dropped her gaze to the floor. They reveled in that pocket of time for a few moments, his hand still drawing small circles on her shoulder, and she brought her baby blues back to meet his. Blue was her favorite color, and the specific shade of his irises was quickly becoming her favorite one. “What about you, bandana boy? What got you into being an auto mechanic?”

“I used to work as an inventor. That’s just more of a hobby now.” He stepped away long enough to take the red bowling ball he’d been using for his next turn. “My dad taught me stuff about cars when I was younger, so that and the inventor skills carried over nicely into being a mechanic.”

Vec’s ears perked up at the mention of the word ‘inventor.’ Given how fascinating he already was, she didn’t think it was possible, but he’d just gotten a lot more interesting. “An inventor, huh? That’s so cool! What kind of stuff do you make?”

He took his turn before responding to her inquiry. “Used to make weapons for this guy. One might say he was kind of a sketchy character, but he was a nice guy. Never gave me any trouble unless he was up my ass about not getting something done fast enough.”

“You’re cute, funny, and you have cool hobbies? It’s like I won the jackpot or something.” She blinked a few times and shook her head gently, like she was shaking herself from a trance, before stifling a breathy chuckle and locking eyes with him. “I’m doing the thing again, aren’t I?”

She’d been bold from the moment they met—hell, even before that, given the initial bandana comment she’d made about him to his boss—but he found it cute that there were moments that she thought she was being ‘too much.’ He’d never once thought she was too much. There weren’t any words in the English language that captured how much he loved how forward, brazen, and shameless she was.

“Told you I liked how bold you are,” he assured, giving her a delicate pat on the small of her back, “I’ll be right back. Gotta hit up the little boy’s room. Try not to have too much fun without me.”

As he sauntered off, she took the opportunity to check in with her best friend. Leaning back against the kiosk, she took her phone from her bag and saw that she had a new message from Georgie.

Ginny 🌻: How’s it going? ☺️ Are you having fun? 💛

Vec: I don’t think it could be going any more perfectly. I can’t wait to tell you about it 💙

Vec: He’s kicking my ass though

Ginny 🌻: Can’t have that, now can we?

Vec: Well, it wouldn’t be so bad if he won ☺️

Ginny 🌻: Oh???

Vec: Maybe he’ll get a little 💋

Ginny 🌻: OH 👀

Chuckling softly to herself, she slipped her phone back into her bag, returning it to its home on the kiosk. She tapped her foot on the floor, taking a deep breath and focusing on the clicking of the bowling shoe on the wood. It was a small attempt, but she hoped it would be enough to rid herself of the anxious energy creeping through every inch of her body. When he was around, it was like all of nerves channeled themselves into her flirting, but the moment she was alone with her thoughts, she was spiraling.

“Didn’t have too much fun without me, did you?” His voice startled her, but not enough to make her jump.

“Of course not,” she replied, giving him a gentle nudge to the shoulder with hers, her voice laced with sarcasm. He scanned his baby blues over her face, stopping briefly on her lips before meeting hers again, and for a moment, she thought he might plant one on her.

He wanted to, though. He badly wanted to. But his own nerves, and the thought in the back of his mind of her military brothers kicking his ass if he made a wrong move, were getting in his way.

“The glitter looks cool,” he complimented, haphazardly gesturing to his own cheek.

Despite the gesturing, she cocked an eyebrow, confused. “What glitter?”

“Tilt your head up,” he instructed, but before she could do it on her own accord, he had his fingers under her chin, gently tipping her head back and adjusting the position until her cheekbone caught the light, “to the side, a little more, there you go.” He tapped gently on her cheekbone, careful not to ruin or smudge her hard work. “Right there.”

Vec was clenching her teeth to keep herself grounded in reality. If she didn’t, she was certain she would fold on the spot. Every time he touched her, she was ready to melt like putty in his hands, and she just hoped he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks from her blushing.

“Oh, that’s highlighter,” she explained, “it’s a shimmery powder you put on areas you want to…well, highlight, make stand out.” She shook her head softly to allow the highlight on her nose to catch the light. “Got it here too.”

Everything she said, he looked at her like it was the most damn interesting thing in the world, regardless of how ‘unimportant’ it seemed. Even something as simple as the shimmer on her cheekbones intrigued him, and it certainly didn’t go unnoticed by her.

“You’re gonna have to show to me how you do that. It looks great.”

“I’m not a professional by any means, but thank you.” She tore her eyes from his long enough to look up at the screen and see that it was their last turn for this round.

“I’d love to be able to make a strike, even just once,” she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I could help. Get you set up perfectly and all that,” he offered. He didn’t even bother trying to hold back how eager he was. “If you want, that is.”

“Yeah.” Her smile softened as she met his gaze again. “I’d like that.” The look in her eyes and the way she said “I’d like that” had his heart pounding against the inside of his ribcage.

He grabbed the infamous blue bowling ball and met her at the lane, standing behind her after handing it over. “So you gotta line it up just right.” His hands found her hips, keeping his touch light as he coaxed her to shift to the center. “This good?”

“It’s great,” she replied, her voice cracking as she fought to control her anxiety. She’d hoped that the nosies of other families surrounding them would mask the crack in her voice, but his breath tickling her ear as he chuckled told her otherwise. Despite her boldness, Scud had noticed her getting flustered all evening, and to him, it was nothing short of adorable.

“You wanna aim just off of dead center to account for it curving.” Now, it was her turn to have her heart hammering against the inside of her ribcage as he adjusted her arms and straightened her shoulders, all while keeping his spot right behind her.

Taking a deep breath to calm down—both from the mounting pressure she was placing on herself to make a strike and having a handsome man who couldn’t keep his hands off her mere inches from her back—she followed his directions to a T, rolling just off of dead center and allowing the ball to curve as it traveled down the lane.

Boom. Strike.

“Oh my God, I did it!” Vec cried, twirling in circles a few times before launching into Scud’s arms. She threw her arms around his neck, practically squealing with delight, the excitement coursing through her body rapidly bubbling over. His chuckling in her ear was one of the sweetest sounds she’d ever heard. However, when his arms snaked around her waist, it occurred to her she might’ve gotten a little carried away. “Shit, sorry, I got excited.” She went to pull away, but he kept her in place, wrapping his arms around her further until her chest was flush with his. He wanted to stay in that little pocket of time forever.

“Don’t apologize.” He was reveling in the moment, and the last thing he wanted was for her to be feeling sorry for it. “You crushed it, Buttercup.”

She picked her head up to look at him, her curls tickling his cheek. Despite only a subtle cock of her eyebrows, the confusion on her face was obvious. “What did you call me?”

“Buttercup. Like the Powerpuff girl. Seems fitting for you.”

“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”

“You should, ‘cause it was certainly meant to be one. She’s always been my favorite.” She looked beautiful with her face done, but he loved seeing her blush with every compliment he gave. He could only hope she was turning red under her makeup. And she certainly was.

“Hair got all messy,” he teased, looking over the strands that had fallen in her face and flipped around her part, “guess it’s my turn to fix yours.”

He did the same as she had before, taking different chunks and moving them back to their place so her part was nice and straight again. It didn’t take long, but during those few seconds, her knees went weak, and if she hadn’t been so focused on holding herself up with her arms around his neck, she would’ve collapsed. He thought about putting his hands in her hair to fluff it before calling it quits, but he opted against it, the thought of her military big-brothers creeping back to the front of his mind. They were going to be the death of him.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a round to win.” His mischievous joke elicited an eye roll and a giggly scoff from her.

The moment he made his final strike, he did one last fist pump, turning back to her and playfully sticking his tongue like a child. “Told you you were gonna get shredded.”

She was blushing so hard this time, she was positive her cheeks were glowing & the heat radiating off her face would melt her foundation right off. She loved piercings, tattoos, any sort of body modification. Upon seeing his, her mind immediately went in the most nefarious direction imaginable.

“Whoa, you have a tongue piercing? That had to have hurt like a bitch,” she exclaimed, doing her best to mask how flustered she was despite the crack in her voice and the double take she did.

“It did, but it looks dope, so it was worth it. You like it?” She more than just liked it.

She’s definitely thinking what I think she is, he thought as a little smirk broke through, but he didn’t mind at all. He was flattered that her mind was going in that direction, and he would’ve been lying if he said his wasn’t doing the same.

“Yeah, it’s awesome. I love piercings. I’ve only got my ears done, but I don’t even get to wear earrings often because of my job. Can’t have a stud falling into somebody’s intestines or something.” She pretended to clear her throat to prevent her voice from breaking further. “Anyway, that was only round one. We’ve got two more. I still have a chance to beat you.”

Those next two rounds were much the same, consisting of them chatting and getting to know each other throughout their turns with plenty of flirtatious touching to accompany it. Despite some assistance from him, he crushed her in every single round. As it was a Friday night, it was rather noisy and busy in the bowling alley, but it was like they were the only two people in the room. They were in their own little bubble, as far as they were concerned, a bubble they could’ve stayed in eternally if they were allowed to.

“I’m a doctor, not an athlete.” she joked, balancing herself on the counter to finish putting her boots back on.

“You still did good,” he commended. When she finished with her boots, he propped his arm in her direction, indicating to her to take it if she wanted. “Guess we’ll just have to come back so I can teach you.”

Gracing him with her soft smile, she took his arm, delighted with the clear enthusiasm he had about what some might call ‘showing her off.’ It had been a long time since she’d been on a date with a man so comfortable with PDA, especially on a first date. It was refreshing, and it had her swooning big time. Scud wasn’t like any man she’d met before, and that was precisely the type of man she needed. “I guess we will.”

She clung to his arm as they stepped out into the parking lot. It was dark now, the automatic lamps in the lot having flipped on and the streets flooding with people heading out for their Friday night, end-of-the-work-week antics. She used her free hand to brush her hair out of her face, and she could feel his gorgeous ocean eyes on her, studying every microscopic move she made. Even the mundane act of her brushing some hair out of her eyes brought a smile to his face. He was falling hard, fast, and he knew it and had no problems with it.

“I don’t know about you Vee, but I’m not ready for this night to be over. You hungry at all?”

“I ate a little before I came, so I’m not ravenous, but I’m not ready to be done either.”

“There’s a nice bar up the street. What do you say I buy you a drink? I’d love to keep talking.” There was a teeny tiny sparkle in his eye at the declaration of wanting to continue their evening over drinks, and Vec couldn’t help but let her small smile warp into one that stretched from ear-to-ear.

“I’d like that.” She slipped her arm out from his, and she could’ve sworn the sparkle in his eye faded to sadness for a brief moment as she pulled away and reached for her bag, taking out her phone. “I just have to text my best friend first. It’s nothing personal, I promise. Part of girl code is keeping each other informed of our locations on dates.”

Vec: We’re walking to this nearby bar. I think it’s called Whistler’s? He didn’t say, but it’s the only one I can think of up the street.

“Nah, you got someone lookin’ out for you. That’s good,” he commented. Based on the inflection in his voice, he’d clearly taken no offense, but even if he had, it wouldn’t have mattered to her. She was simply doing what she needed to keep herself safe.

She slipped her phone back into her bag and adjusted it on her arm. Looking past his shoulder down the street, she nodded in the general direction. “You thinking we walk?”

“I was hopin’ we would.” Grazing his fingers against the back of her hand, he kept his touch light as he trailed them around and slipped them between hers. Vec had never been more thankful for the dark, and for full-coverage foundation, than she was in that moment. As she locked eyes with him, her small smile contorted into a giant grin, her delight turning his smirk into a smile. “It’s dark. Wouldn’t want you to get lost.”

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characters i'm willing to write for 𖼐꒱࿐ ִ I

✦ luke castellan ✦ coriolanus snow ✦ sejanus plinth ✦ finnick odair ✦ peeta mellark ✦ anakin skywalker ✦ peter parker ✦ jj maybank ✦ rafe cameron ✦ tim bradford ✦ wesley evers ✦ john nolan ✦ jake peralta ✦ barry allen ✦ james potter ✦ remus lupin ✦ sirius black ✦ tom riddle ✦ mattheo riddle ✦ theodore nott ✦ ares (from pjo) ✦ spencer reid ✦ aaron hotchner ✦ matt simmons ✦ luke alvez ✦ will lamontagne jr ✦ tony stark ✦ miguel o'hara ✦ steve rogers ✦ peter quill ✦ scott lang ✦ harry potter ✦ ron weasley ✦ fred weasley ✦ bill weasley ✦ charlie weasley ✦ percy weasley ✦ george weasley ✦ aaron thorsen ✦ anthony bridgerton ☆ benedict bridgerton ☆ harry hook (ouat) ✦ alex claremont diaz ✦ cardan greenbriar ✦ manny (abbott elementary) ✦ sally jackson ✦ lucy chen ✦ celina juarez ✦ hermione granger ✦ katniss everdeen ✦ johanna mason ✦ padme amidala ✦ sarah cameron ✦ angela lopez ✦ nyla harper ✦ amy santiago ✦ rosa diaz ✦ lily evans ✦ marlene mckinnon ✦ luna lovegood ✦ ginny weasley ✦ fleur delacour ✦ emily prentiss ✦ jennifer jareau ✦ elle greenaway ✦ emma swan ✦ natasha romanoff ✦ yelena belova ✦ kate bishop ✦ carol danvers ✦ wanda maximoff ✦ jude duarte ✦ prettiestlovergirl (fantasize about me, baby <3)

definitely into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ oral fixation ☆ infidelity kink ☆ size kink ☆ brat/brat taming kink ☆ face fucking ☆ tit fucking ☆ thigh riding ☆ daddy/mommy content ☆ domination ☆ sadism ☆ breeding kink ☆ masochism ☆ exhibitionism ☆ squirting ☆ degrading ☆ dirty talk ☆ cum swapping ☆ dacryphilia ☆ overstimulation ☆ gagging ☆ praise edging ☆ biting ☆ marking ☆ cne ☆ dubcon ☆ coercion ☆ breath play ☆ impact play ☆ anal play ☆ legal age gap ☆ threesomes ☆ brother's best friend ☆ best friend's brother ☆ daddy x princess ☆ step-cest ☆ legal age gap ☆ dom x sub ☆ gangbang ☆ bareback/ cream pies ☆ being shared ☆ free use ☆ orgasm denial ☆ brat x brat tamer ☆ knife play ☆ corruption virgin! reader ☆ bimbo! reader ☆ office sex ☆ mean! reader ☆ hair pulling ☆ dark content ☆ fratboy! character ☆ hand kink ☆ dumbification ☆ nicknames: mami, mamas, mama, ma, pretty girl, babe, baby, sweetheart, angel ☆

sometimes into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ somnophilia ☆ olfactophilia ☆ piss kink ☆ arm kink ☆ dry humping ☆ virgin! character ☆ best friend! character ☆ kidnapping kink ☆ thigh fucking ☆ sub! character ☆ sex toys ☆ period sex ☆ orgy ☆ drunk sex ☆ angst ☆ fluff ☆ sex pollen ☆ under the table ☆ noncon play ☆ polyamory ☆ predator/prey kink ☆ bondage ☆ sensory deprivation ☆ fake relationship ☆ cuckhold ☆ pet play ☆ cockwarming ☆ nicknames: babydoll, doll, honey, hon ☆

not into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ tentacles ☆ age regression ☆ professor x student ☆ childhood bedroom ☆ self-harm ☆ suicide ☆ ai ☆ pedophilia ☆ incest ☆ underage characters ☆ race play ☆ race exclusive features ☆ eating disorders ☆ depression ☆ getting caught masturbating and moaning out a name ☆ financial domination ☆ scat ☆ gay for pay ☆ age play ☆ wax play ☆ pegging ☆ feet content ☆ food play ☆ male! reader ☆

[ernmark]

Who was in charge of marketing for Harry Potter?

(This isn't about She Who Must Not Be Named or her bigotry. This is purely about the business of bookselling.)

If you were a YA reader at the time, or you're into fandom history, you might know the story: July 16, 2005, in the wee hours of the morning a car pulls up to a bunch of teens and children standing outside a bookstore, and some jackass shouts at the top of their lungs: "Snape kills Dumbledore!" and then speeds away.

That story was infamous. THE biggest plot twist of THE biggest book series in the world, spoiled before anyone could even crack the pages.

Which is... actually kinda weird, right? How'd they know?

Had they read an advance copy? Did they stand in line since like 4 PM to get their hands on the book, and then the second they got their hands on it just frantically start skimming the last hundred pages or so until they found a particularly devastating bomb to drop? (Trolls being trolls, this was not considered particularly extreme behavior).

Or were they paid to do it?

This is adult me with conspiracy goggles on, but consider: The message that was sent is not that a character killed another character, but that no matter how hard you try to avoid spoiling your favorite story, some bad-faith actor is going to jump out of the bushes and do it anyway. There's no time to wait for your library's copy to be available, no time for your friend or your sibling to finish and hand it to you-- you have to buy your own copy right the fuck now.

And everybody and their sibling (literally, people were buying multiple copies per family) around the world buying the same book in the space of the same two weeks? That is how a book guarantees a spot on every international best seller list for a long ass time.

The thing is, whether this was a deliberate move or an amazingly convenient and lucrative bit of trolling does not matter. Regardless of the source, the marketing department pounced on an opportunity. Every brick-and-mortar bookstore left had piles of bookmarks and buttons, posters plastered on the windows, dividing readers into one of two teams: either "Trust Snape" or "Snape is a Bad Man". People wearing those pins sparked conversation and debate in real life, to say nothing of what was going on in the forums. Essays and treatises and manifestos were written. Books were published-- both officially licensed materials and unofficial ones full of theories and details.

When that next and final release was coming out, you bet your ass everybody on the planet was going to be there (or risk another drive-by spoiler). When the next movie was released that November, it didn't matter that what had come before was kinda iffy in quality-- people were showing up in costume.

Even before The Drive By Spoilering, the marketing team was honestly the stuff of legend. Gorgeous hand-illustrated covers and chapter header artwork, branded title fonts that could be recognized from a mile away in the dark, big fancy displays present in every single school book fair, and then that website-- the official website was a thing of absolute beauty, especially in that time. It was colorful and had a million moving parts and secrets to uncover, it was updated frequently and with a lot of little secret extra tidbits on the character and world, and oodles of essays from the author herself that were often very endearing to the readership. It was a gathering place for fans as much as the fan-run websites.

(I should point out that with marketing this robust, I have no doubt in my mind that all those tidbits and essays were themselves run past the team for approval, to make sure nothing particularly egregious slipped through the cracks. But that kind of editing isn't cheap, and I suspect it would only really have been employed during the Important Years for the franchise.)

I remember wanting to be a writer as a teenager, embarking on that career as I got out into the world and started querying books I'd written, and for every single one of us in the writing community, that kind of marketing was the dream. The midnight releases in full costume, the gorgeous custom covers, the posters in every library and bookstore, the breathtaking website. But all of those things turn out to be heinously expensive, and for every franchise that returns on that investment, there were dozens, perhaps hundreds, who didn't make back enough, or cover their expenses at all. And that's where you get to the point where querying authors were advised to establish massive followings on social media in order to demonstrate that they were a safe bet, that half the work was already done if the publishers would just give us a chance-- and sure, for some of them that effort did get them publishing contracts. At which point, even if the publishers felt inclined to spend more than a pittance on promoting new authors' work, there wasn't any point in doing so to the degree that the Harry Potter books received. There's little room to stand out in a saturated market; a flash in the pan is only impressive if the pan isn't already on fire.

These days there's little hope of any one new author rising to that kind of fame, though with self-promotion and self-advocacy, a lot more diverse authors are starting to carve out places for themselves. But marketing yourself is exhausting, and it's expensive, and it makes you vulnerable to all sorts of stupid blunders and career-ending missteps.

I'd rather stay indie. But I wouldn't say no to that marketing team.

[white-boy-of-the-year]

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[gethoce]

Project Halberd, Chapter 1: Jailbreak

[Next]

Shivering nervously, Axe Knight approaches the futuristic tall iron walls that house the GSA headquarter, carrying a strange treasure chest on his back along with his trusty axe. He never thought he'd stoop as low as to ask them for help. Their reputation amongst his friends and family in the Underworld has always been extremely low. Based on what he has heard they may not even help him, but his friend needs him. Mace Knight needs him.

He has read his message over and over again. They locked the workers within the factory. They can't get out. Prisoners. Forced to work forever. Mechanisation. Part of him wished he could just reply I told you so and mock him for not leaving when he himself quit, however Mace Knight is still his friend and the idea of him suffering like he described makes his stomach turn. It turned out to have become worse than Axe Knight ever could have imagined.

At long last he builds up the courage to approach the entrance and takes a closer look at it. It is that moment he notices that the entire building's security system seems oddly familiar. It's unmistakably a Haltmann Works Co. construction. Shrieking Axe Knight sprints away from the entrance around the building. They're working with them. The GSA is working with the HWC! They're never gonna help him fight against them. Mace Knight is screwed.

Pacing back and forth for a while Axe Knight attempts to come up with a new plan. Perhaps he should ask his friends from the Underworld for help after all. It'll be extremely embarrassing and only some of them are able to enter the overworld, yet they at least would be guaranteed to be willing to help.

Then suddenly he begins to notice something shuffling about nearby. He jumps startled looking around nervously until he discovers the source of the noise. There is a blue Matterborn wearing a cape and a mask oddly close to the security systems in place around the area. A small terminal for typing in a pin code catches his eye. Carefully Axe Knight approaches the stranger.

"Are you trying to break in or something?"

Startled, the stranger swiftly turns around drawing their sword from their cape as it flares out behind them. Their eyes glow a threatening amber. Waving his arms around Axe Knight approaches while leaving his axe on his back while explaining himself.

"You know, this is a Haltmann Works Co. Security System. I used to work for them until very recently… I'll let a little secret from us low level workers slip."

Lowering their oddly shaped weapon the stranger allows Axe Knight to come beside them and he begins to type a special code into the security terminal.

"There is a code that opens every single unlockable Haltmann product without fail. We workers programmed that in for our convenience."

To the stranger's surprise the door suddenly opens allowing them to go in. They briefly take a peek inside before turning around upon hearing voices coming their way. "Someone's coming. Come this way." Quickly they take hold of Axe Knight's hand, drag him along into the building and the door shuts behind them.

Axe Knight feels a sense of dread crawling up his back as the stranger pulls him along. He doesn't want to get involved with whatever struggle this criminal has going on with the GSA, yet at the same time he must admit he just dug his own grave right there approaching them in the first place.

They pass by a few rooms until the stranger pulls Axe Knight into a storage room so quickly he wonders how they possibly could have guessed this chamber wouldn't be occupied. Either their perception is excellent or they know exactly where they're going. They press themself against a wall along with Axe Knight to hide while two Matterborn pass by them, one green with a bright red mohawk, the other a dull purple with an orange ponytail. As they talk to each other Axe Knight recognises the voices as those he just heard outside.

"I'm telling you, Falspar, if Dutch has truly shown up in this area of the Galaxy something bad is going to happen very very soon. We need to be on the lookout."

"Ah, come on. Maybe the old guy is just passing through. It must be boring living like he does for so long."

The stranger waits until the voices have become quieter and then peeks out the door to ensure the warriors are a decent distance away from them. They begin to whisper with a deep voice with a slight halcandran accent.

"I need to find out where the jail and the port are located. There should be some sort of control room or a map of the building's layout in general that could help us."

Jail? The stranger is here to bust someone out perhaps? Also they seem to intent to hijack a ship from the port, which is almost certain to alarm the entire army in the area. That is unless someone with the right skills is able to disarm all the security systems. Perhaps the stranger came in prepared or maybe they're lucky a random guy with intimate knowledge of this kind of technology just happened to pass by.

"The control room is your best bet. It should allow us to see what purpose each room has. Layout maps usually only number their rooms without naming their purpose."

Axe Knight explains and the stranger responds with a silent nod and begins to make their way across the hallways again. Their eyes quickly dart from door sign to door sign scanning for the word control room or something akin to it. With a surprising amount of stealth they move past each room while carefully listening for each and every subtle noise. They truly are skilled. Moreover they must have noticed just how nervous Axe Knight is, though who wouldn't be? Breaking into the headquarters of the largest army in the galaxy isn't something you do everyday.

After what felt like an hour the stranger pulls Axe Knight into a room with monitors decking out an entire side of it. They point their sword towards the security camera watching over the area and its lights begin to fade as it breaks without requiring a single touch. Curious Axe Knight watches the golden blade with its odd prongs and crimson gem in its hilt. With swift steps they enter the room and approach the computers.

"Can you hack into these as well?"

The stranger whispers again after a long period of silence. Nodding Axe Knight closes in on the table and begins to type away under the watchful eye of his new weird companion. It only takes a couple minutes until he has figured out where the rooms are located. With their eyes glowing up in delight the stranger takes a mental note of the layout, only for their gaze to turn grim as they notice noise coming awfully close to their location.

Quickly they tap out of the window, take hold of the other knight and jump up into the air clawing themself onto the ceiling with one arm while lifting Axe Knight along with his luggage with the other. He holds his breath in anticipation as the green warrior with the mohawk from earlier, Falspar, enters the room clueless and begins to type away on the keyboard.

A communication window pops up showing the interior of a spaceship along with its crew. A warrior with an unusual spiky haircut is front and centre. They begin to speak to one another.

"Yo, Falspar, you want anything from StarBuns?"

"Joe, you're not supposed to call in for that or make a detour for fast food for that matter."

"So what do you want?"

"... get me some fries and a cheeseburger with extra cheese and a strawberry milkshake, please, thank you."

"Got it. See ya!"

Then Falspar logs out of the computer again and leaves the room while happily humming a tune. The stranger waits listening as their steps become quieter, while Axe Knight hangs in there with different things on his mind. "We should get some fries as well when we're done here…" He whispers seconds before the stranger drops down onto the ground again, startling him.

"We head to the jail cells. There you will need to open another door for me. Then we go for the docks and make an escape." They whisper as they begin to lead the way once again. Nervously Axe Knight looks left and right wondering where that warrior with the mohawk might have gone and also where the one with the ponytail might be. Luckily his companion seems to have everything under control.

Another couple of minutes that felt like hours later they made their way downstairs, discovering the door to the jail chamber. As they come near, the door begins to open on its own and the masked stranger swiftly yet silently moves themself and Axe Knight behind it, watching the one who just opened it walk past them without ever noticing the suspicious duo.

The stranger grabs hold onto their cape and swings its inside around Axe Knight and themself in a turning motion, which teleports them inside the jail chamber before the door can fully close. Nauseous from being dragged in and out of a small pocket dimension within just a couple seconds, Axe Knight drops onto the ground face first.

Meanwhile the masked knight begins to scan through the cells with their eyes until they come across a bird-like figure sitting within one of them. Upon noticing the warrior a wide grin begins to form on their face. "Took ye long enough, Meta Knight. Now let me outta here, quick." The bird greets the stranger by name with a rough voice. Meta Knight motions towards Axe Knight with a nod. "Would you kindly unlock this door?"

Patting dust off of himself, Axe Knight approaches the door and enters the same code as before into a terminal near the jail cell to open it. The bird person watches sceptical at first, yet once the door starts to move their face lights up again. "'N who do I 'ave the pleasure o' meetin' today?" They say as they walk out the cells.

Meta Knight looks back at his new companion in anticipation. "It's Axe Knight. Glad to meet you." He introduces himself semi-confidently, to which the bird replies swiftly. "The name be Cap'n Vul. Now let's get outta here afore that guard comes back here." The knights nod in agreement and make their way back towards the door as a trio.

Cautiously, Meta Knight opens the door peeking out of the opening with one eye making sure nobody stands behind it who could notice them. "Quick. This way should lead to the docks." He rushes down the hall until he reaches a crossing and has to look out for obstacles again. Captain Vul's feathers lean back as he hears the word docks. "Ye did come here wit' yer owns ship now did ye?"

Without looking back at him Meta Knight continues to walk ahead. "It crashed." Clenching his fists the Captain whispers angrily. "O' course. Wha' did I expect." Then he follows the caped knight alongside the skull-faced warrior. His eyes lock onto Axe Knight's odd treasure chest for a moment, yet he decides to leave the topic to another time for now. The escape is more important.

Dodging a few more instances of GSA warriors passing through the halls, the small group finally reaches the port. Meta Knight scans the area with his eyes yet again while addressing Axe Knight. "We need to hijack one of their spaceships. Do you know how to do that?" While he's willing to use force the swordsman would prefer to keep things as quiet as possible.

Chuckling Axe Knight pats Meta Knight on the pauldron. "You see, it was my job to assemble these very same models of HWC ships. I know exactly how they work." The captain's face lights up once again as he hears this. That's exactly the kind of person they need. Not just today but in general. He can't help but wonder where Meta Knight could possibly have found him. Certainly not in front of the gates of this very building.

"Any recommendations?" Meta Knight whispers, keeping an eye out for trouble, followed by Axe Knight pointing at a specific ship. "The HAL GS3811 should be able to carry us three outta here in record time. I just need to remove the tracker once we're in there so the GSA won't be able to follow us that easily." Nodding Meta Knight begins to sneak into that direction followed by his companions.

Once they reach the vehicle Axe Knight once again unlocks it and they silently slip inside. There he unloads his luggage and then heads straight to a location within its cockpit and begins to disassemble a few parts. "Just a moment." Meanwhile Meta Knight keeps an eye out towards the harbour. "We heard a soldier speak to one of their scouts about returning soon. We should wait for their arrival and stay low until they're gone. I don't wanna run into them in the air."

Captain Vul gives him a thumbs up. The two appear to have known one another for a while. Long enough to work together smoothly as a team. Axe Knight hands them the tracker he disassembled. "Drop that somewhere nearby so they don't notice the machine has been moved. Do not destroy it or the GSA will be alerted as well." Taking hold of it Meta Knight nods and carefully climbs out the door, placing the tracker on the ground in the shadows where it can not be spotted easily, but also doesn't get caught on the ship.

The small crew then lays low waiting for the arrival of the other ship. They watch as it docks and four warriors step outside holding fast food boxes, one of which being the one they saw on the control room monitor. "StarBuns bags. We shall head thar as well when we be done here." The captain mumbles, to which Axe Knight replies. "Man after my own heart." Meta Knight sighs in defeat.

Once the area is clear the trio takes their seats. At first Meta Knight attempts to take the driver's seat, only to be glared at by the Captain. Rolling his eyes he switches to a passenger seat and allows Vul to properly fly the ship into space and they finally make their escape relieved. For now.

The GSA will notice that a prisoner and a ship are both missing eventually. Axe Knight fidgets nervously thinking about his friend Mace Knight who still needs rescuing. Perhaps his new companions are willing to return his favour?

[irascebaris]

𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙣í𝙣 ────

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[ishibishie]

been 5 months since i've continued this series so welcome back to 47(!) MORE HEADCANONS ABOUT STEVEN

- steven has incredibly thin and soft hair, a trait he got from his mother. attempting to put anything in his hair (a hair tie, bobby pins, ect) is a lost cause as whatever he tries to put in his hair WILL end up on the floor five minutes later.

- he's never educated on the latest hip trends and sayings. by the time he finally gets to understanding some new lingo, that phrase is on the way out.

- in a huge contrast to his disdain of his female fans, steven is a lot more relaxed and down to earth with his younger male fans. he'll willingly take selfies and sign autographs for younger boys who give him the respect and patience he desires!

- he's the type to always have an extra blanket on hand every night. even in the dead heat of hoenn's summer. just in case the temperature somehow drops over sixty degrees.

- a part of him secretly enjoys doing boring pokemon league paperwork, only because it gives him an excuse to not be bothered by anyone or anything.

- steven is terrible at accepting praise involving his personal achievements. if you compliment him, he'll likely start a debate on how he's not THAT special and you're just being too kind. he's humble to an infuriating degree.

- due to being raised as a pretty sheltered and spoiled child, steven sometimes has moments where he loses touch with other people in a conversation and freely talk over them. he'll just keep rambling, not knowing that who he's talking to is upset or angry until he's told to shut up.

- he's the guy with the Infuriatingly Perfect Planner. despite having a planner, he tends to scribble important details given to him on his hand/wrist instead.

- after abandoning his sinnoh vacation home, steven instantly bought another vacation home in unova to fill the void and to be close to all the caves there. he's currently looking into available real estate in the paldea region as well.

- steven almost always stands up straight and proper. if he's slouching for any reason, there's probably something bothering him. most likely about his not-straightness.

- he never tends to stay up late into the night. literally incapable of pulling an all-nighter.

- steven loves to read! you would think he's a fan of nonfiction/informational books, but has a modest collection of various fantasy and fairytale books he inherited from his mother. he also does have a pair of reading glasses he uses every so often.

- whenever it rains, steven likes to sit by a window and simply watch the rain roll through. bonus if it's in the morning and he's just finished making his cup of tea!

- he's been added to an instant messaging group with all the regional champions. he never sends messages in the chat, and has only done so once: simply telling everyone "i am muting this conversation." mute it he did.

- rarely, on some warm evenings in mossdeep city, you may be able to hear steven sitting at the cliff's edge near his house and playing a medley of songs on a flute. once word gets out, he ends up drawing a small crowd for his solo concert.

- geologists lick rocks. steven stone licks rocks.

- steven owns a mudkip! he got him from wallace, who simply handed over a mudkip to him with no warning one day. this mudkip happens to be steven's only nicknamed pokemon as he seldom sees any battle and is more of a companion pokemon: steven named him olivine.

- while great at a lot of card games, steven's best game is blackjack. do not bet anything against him if he suggests you play blackjack with him. you ARE going to lose.

- if he's on a longer trip out of hoenn, you're pretty much guaranteed to see steven when it's evening and if the hotel he's staying at has a bar. especially if he's staying in galar.

- steven is ambidextrous! he simply grew up learning how to use both hands well. he tends to use his right hand for most tasks to the point of people assuming he's right handed, but particularly favors writing (and by extension other tasks with a pen) with his left.

- his house is a lowkey mess even if you don't take the scattered rock displays into account. since barely anybody comes over, steven is content with leaving various things in places they shouldn't be, not folding clothes, among other lazy homeowner things.

- one way to tell if steven is not in a perfect headspace is paying attention to his vocabulary. he'll instinctively start using galarian terms if something's on his mind.

- if he's around mainland hoenn and has free time, steven will visit his gym leaders! he enjoys trading friendly conversation with his fellow hoenn league members.

- due to living in mossdeep city, his most frequent gym leader visits are with tate and liza. he always enjoys saying hello to the twins and making their days: the number of times steven has taken the two out for ice cream per their begging is in the double digits.

- steven owns a LOT of hand-me-down clothes from wallace. since he's considerably smaller than his friend and their clashing styles, a lot of that clothing has the sole use of making him less recognizable when he's out in public and REALLY doesn't feel like being bothered.

- rarely, you'll be able to catch steven with perfectly painted nails. it's never his own idea, though: moreso an intervention from wallace after seeing steven bite his nails again.

- steven's favorite settlement in hoenn is lilycove city. there's a contest hall, a relaxing ocean view, and he's definitely biased due to him and wallace meeting in lilycove almost a decade ago.

- for his favorite galar city, wyndon city is his pick. the few years he was raised abroad by his mother, he stayed in wyndon city!

- behind his cutesy pretty boy personality and friendly charm, there's a surprising amount of hatred for the few people steven dislikes. if you've gotten yourself onto his list of enemies, he's more than willing to fuck your day up. out of pure, unfiltered spite.

- he's surprisingly good at math. to compensate, his skills with the deeper nuances of written language are his bane. he's extremely proficient with the task of writing itself, but he cannot tell you what a haiku is or what alliteration even means.

- he has no real preference when it comes to his favorite music genre, and he's very open to listening to new styles. but fitting for his name, he does somewhat enjoy more laid-back rock music if he needs to stay a bit more alert for whatever reason.

- in the event that his reign as hoenn's champion ever ended, steven has gone on the record with some news outlets and stated that he'd have no interest in becoming a gym leader. all because he knows the chairperson of the hoenn league would kick him out due to how much time he'd spend in caves instead of doing his job.

- steven doesn't really get along with the hoenn league chairperson. once he's dropped his "cutesy pretty prince" facade during business meetings, he always has to remind himself that he dislikes how pushy the chairperson can be, and how he's treated as a prodigy being one of the youngest regional champions.

- for similar reasons, he actively dislikes geeta. he simply doesn't think too fondly of people who go too far in pushing the best out of people. this is a quite rare change for steven, as he's known for getting along with pretty much every other regional champion.

- he doesn't like small children he doesn't know. if asked to watch a small child for any reason, steven will only look at said child in a "the hell am i supposed to do with this?" way and not concern himself with them. but if a kid starts acting nicely towards him, he can't help but return the sweetness. it might be his curiosity about what it would be like to have kids, as he's not interested in having any children of his own.

- he doesn't really do much in terms of celebrating holidays. it's mostly a "oh it's a holiday today, neat" thing. he actively dislikes ANY "holiday season" event, as his mother died very close to the december festivities.

- steven is an expert at ghosting people. he doesn't like replying to emails, mundane text messages, or any of the "fun facts" wallace finds from social media and sends him at two in the morning. he's not a good texting penpal if you dislike being left on read.

- he's VERY prone to jet lag. whenever steven has to attend a meeting in another region for any reason, he'll be asleep for half of it.

- steven has made a small secret base for himself in meteor falls! having a secret base in hoenn's largest cave system is a perfect excuse for him to go caving for literal days at a time.

- the record for the longest steven has ever caved in his life stands at three weeks and two days. he did this after almost accidentally outing himself during a sudden paparazzi "interview," hoping that if he just stayed away from the public they'd forget.

- steven never reads any mail he gets. he can't be bothered to sort through a mountain of fan letters from every girl in hoenn to find official newsletters and notices.

- he never opens fangirl letters anymore, either. his floors have seen enough glitter and confetti for a lifetime.

- he's almost accidentally set his entire kitchen on fire before: all because he tried to cook a cup of cheap macaroni and cheese and forgot to add the water. wallace actually gave steven the mudkip right after this, somewhat poking fun at steven's blunder.

- out of all the regional champions, steven is one of the youngest, and holds the title of the youngest adult to reign as champion. he's doted on fairly often by cynthia and lance specifically due to this. it does not help that he's also the shortest adult champion. (throwback to volume 2: he's 167cm tall)

- he's held his position as champion since he was eighteen years old. he has no plans to step down: he's vowed to only relinquish his title if someone can actually win a league conference, take down his elite four, and then himself. he's gone as far as to say that he'll die with the hoenn champion title if nobody can get to him before his demise.

- with paldea being a place on his radar, he's shown interest in being an adjunct professor at the academy for a semester and has written letters about these wishes to the academy's director. but like all his letters he sends to other region officials, nobody seems interested in replying.

[readingandwritingandreading]

The Day Before You ~ Part 4

My Blurb: I have a new method of writing and I am thrilled that it seems to be helping me move parts quicker. Also that Celtic Warrior Workout added some mojo. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: This is loosely based on the events of Smackdown last week.

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: mentions of blood, a few cuss words.

Tagging: @pioched​​ @snarkandsarcasmftw​ @pikapuff316​​  @moxskitten​

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“He’s in a pretty bad mood right now.” Butch tried one more time to get me to head home with Isabella.

“You mentioned that, but I want to wait. I absolve all of you of any of the consequences.” My hands on my hips and my head held high I stared down the three others in the locker room. 

Butch shrugged, grabbing his bag and headed out the door. Sheamus sighed but followed suit telling Isabella he’d pull the car around. I lowered my defenses a little when it was just me and her left. Smackdown was airing live only an hour away so we had driven down to surprise the guys. They had spotted us easily in the crowd when they came out, both of them grinning at us.

The plan had been for Isabella to drive back with Sheamus and me to ride back with Ridge. But then Ridge had gotten injured in a match against the Viking Raiders. He’d been shoved into the stairs and while I wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, his head was bleeding profusely and he wasn’t able to get back in and break up the pin resulting in them losing. Butch and Sheamus had helped him to medical while we rushed to their locker room to wait for an update. Sheamus had come back and informed us he’d busted his head open on the stairs and they were working on getting him stitched up. Butch had followed a while later with the news they were checking for a concussion and he had wanted me to head home, he’d call later. 

I adamantly refused. Our relationship had been going really well over the last month, he had agreed to come with me to the wedding without hesitation and I had never felt more comfortable with someone. I didn’t feel right about leaving him when he was injured. Plus if he had a concussion he shouldn’t drive himself home. Isabella seemed to read the worry on my face, stepping forward and grabbing my hand. “I’m sure he’s ok, they have top notch medical staff. But if he’s in a bad mood, do you really want to be here for that?” 

“I’m not afraid of him Isabella, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I just left him here alone? Would you leave Sheamus?” I stared at her pointedly, already knowing the answer. Sheamus had suffered several injuries in his career and she had always been by his side. 

She smirked in reply, nodding her head. “So girlfriend? Pretty serious.” 

I rolled my eyes in response, blushing a little. We hadn’t exactly put a label on what we were yet. “He makes me feel safe, like nothing bad can happen if he's around and I don't have to be so on edge with him. I can just relax and be me.” 

She stared at me for a second before responding, “Alright, let me know when you get home though.” I nodded in agreement, hugging her before she left the room and flopping down on the couch to wait. 

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I stalked down the hallway after being released from medical. The remaining people backstage moved out of my way quickly. No sign of a concussion, thankfully, just a nasty cut above my eyebrow and the guarantee of a black eye in the morning. I rubbed my hand down my face as I headed to our locker room. I hated losing but losing and getting injured in a match that Lyssa was at made my blood boil. Reaching the door I slammed it open harder than necessary, not expecting the startled squeak that erupted from the small couch in the corner. 

“Jesus, Ridge! You scared the shit out of me!” Lyssa jumped up with wide eyes, clutching her chest. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were still here. I told Butch to tell you to head home.” I groaned, plopping down on the couch she had vacated, my head was starting to hurt. 

She put a hand on her hip, turning to face me with a raised eyebrow. “He told me, I told him no.” 

“You waited for me?” I leaned forward looking at her with a grin. 

She sat down beside me, leaning her head against my arm. “Of course I waited for you. I wasn’t going to drive back by myself with the newlyweds. Plus aren’t you like my boyfriend or something?” Lifting her head she gently tilted my head to inspect the stitches on my brow.

I chuckled, my injuries forgotten at her question. The warm feeling that always accompanied her presence flowing through me, “Ya, I guess I am.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She blushed then grimaced, “You need a shower, you smell.” I laughed in response pulling her, despite her squeal, into a hug before standing up and heading to the attached shower room. 

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I heard the shower turn on and pulled my phone out. My heart had finally returned to normal after Ridge had burst into the room scaring the crap out of me. The joke about being my boyfriend had been meant to lighten the bad mood he was obviously in after being injured and losing. It had helped though, plus we got to skip the awkward what are we conversation. 

Pulling up my Doordash app, I paced the room while ordering some food, finishing right when I heard the water stop. A second later Ridge appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist and another rubbing his hair dry. He draped it around his neck when I approached, holding the ends in his hands.  

“Smell better now?” he smiled and I stepped closer to him, taking an exaggerated whiff of his chest. 

Before I could answer, I caught sight of a drop of water running down his neck, between his pecs and across his abs, disappearing when it hit the towel. My mouth went dry and I resisted the sudden urge to trace its path with my tongue. Several makeout sessions with me on his lap had given me a decent idea of what Ridge was packing under the towel. I didn’t think I was quite ready for that and he never pushed. Clearing my throat I tore my gaze from the spot the drop disappeared to find Ridge staring at me, his pupils dilated. “Much better. I um, I ordered some chinese, it will be delivered to my place in about an hour and a half.” 

“Your place?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. His normally gravel town had taken on a growly edge that made me shiver.

‘Is that ok? You have a head injury.” I pointed to the stitches above his eyebrow. “You aren’t supposed to be alone or go to sleep right?” Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? 

“That’s for a concussion. Which I don’t have.” he grinned at me. 

“Oh, well…if you’d rather just go home and get some rest, I can get an Uber.” I was blushing and babbling but I couldn’t seem to stop. I had seen him in his ring gear for goodness sake. This towel was covering more than that did. Get it together Lyssa. 

Ridge reached for me, placing his hands on my shoulders and rubbing them down my arms. “I’m not letting my girl take an uber home and eat alone after she waited this late for me after a show.” he pressed another kiss to my forehead and I took a minute to bask in his warmth. “I'll get dressed and then we can head out.” 

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Lyssa insisted on driving on the way home. She countered my argument of it being my car with her own of me being injured and needing to rest. Anyone could say I let her win but there was no competition when she looked up at me with a determined look on her face. It was either hand her the keys so she could skip to the driver side or press her up against the passenger side and show her how not injured I was. I hadn’t missed the way she looked at me in the locker room and my body had reacted, making me wonder if I needed another, much colder, shower.

The past month had made it abundantly clear that Lyssa’s love language was physical touch. She liked to be touching me when we were together and I would be hard pressed to find a reason not to enjoy it. Even now while driving, she had snuck her hand over into mine once we hit the interstate. She sang softly along with the radio, clearly trying to let me get some rest. I rubbed my thumb along her hand, bringing it to my mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it. She looked at me with a smile and a slight brush. She always had that reaction and it made me think her last boyfriend must not have been into small gestures of affection. 

The ibuprofen had kicked in and I was feeling better by the time she pulled my SUV into the spot beside her car. She stretched when I opened her door and she hopped out, immediately taking my hand as we headed up to her apartment. 

“I’m going to go change, the food should be here any minute.” she tossed her jacket on the counter before heading to her room. I took off my boots and hoodie before heading to the kitchen to grab drinks. Setting them on the coffee table right when a knock on the door signaled the arrival of our food. Thanking the delivery girl I turned to see Lyssa appear from the bathroom wearing leggings and the hoodie I realized was missing a few days ago. My third one to be exact. 

“You stole another one of my hoodies?” I asked, carrying the food to the coffee table. 

“You left it here, it’s mine now.” she shrugged, opening the containers before grabbing one and sitting back on the couch with her legs up. “Plus it’s warm. How are you not cold right now?” she pointed her chopsticks at my shorts and t-shirt. 

I joined her on the couch, pulling her legs onto my lap before grabbing my food. “It looks better on you anyway. I don’t get cold easily. I’m a big guy.” I flexed an arm to illustrate my point, causing her to laugh.

By the time we had finished eating, she had made her way into my lap, telling me about the new author who just could not string a sentence together and had no idea how to write a woman. “If he mentions her “buxom bosoms” one more time, I’m throwing it across the room.” she sighed dramatically, laying her head on my chest with a yawn.

“You should get to bed. It’s late.” I chuckled, rubbing her back. 

“I don’t want you to go, you’re warm.” she paused. “And I was worried about you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. 

“Injuries are part of the job, but I can’t help but like that you were worried about me cor meum” I admitted as she settled more comfortably against me. 

“She yawned before asking, “Why do you call me that?”

“It means ‘my heart’ in Latin. It’s what my dad calls my mum, I never understood why until I met you. It just seems to fit you.” I looked at her nervously, but she had a soft smile on her face. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked then tensed immediately, “I don’t mean like sex…not that you aren’t or I don’t want…I just mean…sleeping...ugh” she tried to crawl off my lap clearly embarrassed but I held her to me tightly. 

“You should be warned, I've been told I cuddle like a koala.” I laughed standing while still holding onto her. 

“Sounds like I can get rid of a few blankets then.” she reached for the lights as we made our way down the hall. 

[miracleweaponhunt]

Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter Eight: Secure The Bow

“So, let me get this straight.” Priyanka asked. “You two were sent to recon for anyone that could hinder us, and you spent that time buying silkworms?”

“Maybe?” Tsuki replied. “But they’re nice silkworms! I’ve even named them.”

Tsuki showed Priyanka the silkworms. One had slightly bigger spots than the other, and the two seemed to be mingling in the palms of her hands.

“The one with the big spots is named Thomas, and the small spot one is Guy.”

“Riveting.” Priyanka sighed. “So when’s Xander coming back?”

“Good question.” Tsuki sighed. “He just kinda leaves sometimes.”

Priyanka’s phone rang, and she answered it.

“Hey, Pri?” Xander asked.

“Priyanka, you mean?” Priyanka replied flatly.

“Yeah, that. I’m in the college now, where they keep the bow. It seems to be pretty low on security. As long as you look like a college student, nobody seems to pay attention to you.”

“So what about the bow?”

“It seems to be covered by vines. I don’t think they’re for decoration, either. Probably holding it in place.”

“How guarded is it?”

“Pretty guarded. Four guys with spears. We’d probably need to create some kind of distraction.”

“Any ideas?”

“Well, I’m assuming the tech here is pretty weak and unguarded. If I manage to connect to the schools computers without alerting anybody, I should be able to activate the security system and cause some kind of panic.”

“If you do, you mind activating it in one direction? Then I could cause something from the opposite direction and send the guards into a panic.”

“I’ll let you know if I can.” Xander replied. He hung up.

“Okay, I think I have an idea.” Priyanka said to Tsuki. “Chelic’s forces stocked us a couple small grenades. So here’s the plan. If Xander can cause a distraction on one side of the building, I’ll try to cause some explosions on the other. Once everyone involved is distracted, there’d be a maximum of two guards looking after the bow itself. And unless they have any powers, we’d most likely be able to overwhelm them.”

“I think even if they do have powers, I’d be able to take them out. So don’t worry there.” Tsuki replied calmly.

Priyanka got a text from Xander, so she checked her phone.

‘Its weak. Got into left side like you asked. I’ll activate right to seem less sus you need to hit the left in 3 mins TTYL <3 p.s found a four leaf clover so that's probably good’

Priyanka silently shown Tsuki the text and went to the left side of the building. Nobody there from seemingly any angle.

“Is there a camera around here?” Priyanka asked. Tsuki looked around and didn’t find one.

“If that’s the case, we’re ready to go.” She said calmly, taking two grenades and a smoke bomb out of her bag. Tsuki took once more look around the place to guarantee nobody could get hurt. And while Priyanka was setting the three up, Tsuki put her two silkworms under her hat.

Priyanka sent Xander a text. ‘let me know when you can go’

‘now’ Was the message sent immediately after.

Priyanka pulled the pins on the grenades and threw the smoke bomb down, and the fire alarms started on the right side of the building. The grenades went off and the wall crumbled. There was screaming heard, and Priyanka and Tsuki jumped in before the smoke cleared. There was a panicked crowd, but nobody seemed to be injured severely. The crowd was running out of the room, and Tsuki and Priyanka joined them until they got to the hallway. Xander met up with them, a fake look of panic on his face.

“Oh god, where’s Florence?” He yelled out when they united. “Is she still on the top floor?”

“I don’t know!” Tsuki yelled.

The three of them ran up the stairs amid the protests from the other students. On the top floor, Roxanne was just stepping out alongside Dermot and Marty.

Roxanne’s eyes locked with Priyanka’s, and she immediately pointed out the trio.

“Dermot! Those are the guys with the hammer! They’re probably here for the bow!”

“Oh, shit!” Dermot yelled out. Marty stepped in front of him as soon as he cried out, and Dermot took his phone out of his pocket and tried to call for backup. Priyanka dashed behind Marty as soon as possible, swinging her arm while boosted in order to deal as much damage as she could. Xander saw Marty’s eyes bulge out of his head when the impact came before he flew across the room and hit the wall head-first.

“Priyanka!” He yelled out. “What the fuck are you trying to do?”

“We need to dispose of them!” She replied calmly. She kicked Dermot in the head until his face went into the wall, throwing his phone into the wall with enough force to shatter it on impact. Roxanne tried grabbing Priyanka from behind. Just try to stop her moving and she’s worthless. Xander came up behind and grabbed her waist. He tried to pry her off, but she was resisting. Priyanka, eventually managed to burst to the other side of the room once Roxanne’s grip was slightly weakened. Roxanne tried kicking Xander to loosen his grip, and his leg moved in pain.

“ShiShi, help me out!” Xander yelled.

Tsuki grabbed Roxanne’s legs and restrained them under her chin. Roxanne couldn’t move them.

“What do we do?” Xander yelled out.

“Uhh, stairs!” Tsuki yelled back, looking panicked as she said it.

“Ahh, don’t die don’t die don’t die.” Xander panted between heavy breaths as he went towards the staircase. When they approached it, the two swung her and then threw her down the staircase. Roxanne felt the impact of the hard metal stairs hit her body as she tumbled down them. When she got to the bottom, she tried to get up, but her left leg wasn’t responding. She looked behind her, and it was bent unnaturally. She crawled forward out of the building, screaming for help the entire time.

“Roxanne!”

Cassandra approached her looking absolutely terrified.

“What happened here?!”

“The guys with the hammer. They’re after the bow. Dermot and his friend are knocked out above.”

Cassandra looked behind her, and Julian was there alongside the battlestorms.

“There are people trying to steal the bow in the building.” Cassandra said calmly. “Julian, we’re taking the guys knocked out away from the building and getting the axe. Let’s go.”

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

The Agony of Desire

Part 1 // Masterlist

A Billy Russo x Reader fic

Warnings: Forced marriage, kidnapping, being sick.

A/N: I had originally planned to finish this mini series before posting, but I could really use the encouragement to continue it, so I'm posting the first part today, also I have no self control.

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"You call it hope — that fire of fire!

It is but agony of desire."

-Edgar Allan Poe

~

The veil pulls at your hair when it's pinned to your bun. You don’t say a word, simply grimacing in discomfort as your stylist steps back with a smile.

“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.” She breathes in awe and you give her a smile, trying to feel as excited as she does.

Your smile falls when she turns away.

On the vanity, your phone vibrates.

“Twentieth time this morning,” she comments, “Sure you don’t want to check it?”

Your heart squeezes in your chest and you turn away from her to look at yourself in the floor length mirror.

“It’s no one important.” You mumble, eyes locked on the sad girl looking back at you.

There’s a knock on the door and you give a genuine smile when Karen’s face appears in the small crack.

“Wow.” She says, looking at the tulle monstrosity you were wearing.

Your eyes drift back to the mirror, and you hear Karen ask your stylist for a moment alone with you. She murmurs in assent and ushers her two assistants out of the room, closing the door with a decided ‘click’

“I feel like a cupcake.”

Karen snorts.

“It’s not that bad, Y/N.”

“It’s hideous.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, for a cupcake.”

She laughs, and you laugh too, and you laugh together as your heart falls to pieces around you.

You phone vibrates again. Twenty-one.

She doesn’t have to look at the device, only your face, and she knows.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

The strings of your heart are pulled so tightly.

“Doesn’t change much now.”

“You never know, maybe he’s come to his senses-“

A shake of your head cuts her off.

“He’s only trying now because he knows he’s about to lose me for good. If I wasn’t getting married, he wouldn’t be calling.”

She doesn’t respond, knowing that your words have some truth to them.

“Sure you want to go through with this? I can sneak you out back and shove you into my trunk- cupcake and all.”

You let out a dry laugh.

“And then what? Where would we go?”

She looks at you for a long moment.

“Somewhere? Anywhere. Shave our heads and move to Bolivia. Herd goats.”

You smile, eyes nitpicking at your nails, studying the perfect acrylics for any chips or dents. Any cracks in the perfection.

“You’d do that for me?” You ask, barely glancing up at her beautiful green eyes.

She sighs, pulling you into her arms.

"If I could guarantee your safety and your family's, you'd be gone in a heartbeat."

She smells like sweet pea, and your arms crush her with the force of your returned hug.

"It's not the best option," you mumble into her shoulder, repeating what you said to her the first time the news of engagement went public. "But it keeps everyone safe. Maybe I can learn to love him."

Your phone vibrates in protest. Twenty-two. You squeeze your eyes shut.

"If he ever gets angry- or lays a hand on you, you call me. If you feel the slightest bit afraid-"

"-I will. I promise." You say, "but I don't think he's like that."

"You never know." She says, pulling back, her eyes wet, eyelashes clumping together with the moisture. You smile at her, unable to speak another word. She gets the message.

"Okay, I'll tell them to give you a minute before they come back in."

A small nod and she's leaving. Your hand holds on to hers for as long as possible.

The phone vibrates again. Twenty-three.

A big sigh and your eyes turn to your bag, there's a small pocket full of coping mechanisms, but you don't feel like having everyone question your state of mind later on. You're clear headed, no matter how much you wish you weren't.

You see the garter, lying on the vanity and you reach for it with a sour stomach.

You can hardly find your legs in the mess of fabric, sighing in frustration when every layer you pull up, there's another one underneath.

"Great," you grumble, aggravated, "I'm wearing the Russian nesting doll of dresses."

A deep chuckle behind you, makes your heart jump. You whirl around as best as you can with a startled gasp and wide eyes- surely not-

He raises a finger to his lips, a smile on his face. It's him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" You hiss, turning to look at the door, "If they find you here, they're going to kill you."

He lets out a breath of amusement, his mouth parted to display a small hint of teeth.

"They'll try." He takes a step forward, and then drops to his knees, grabbing the garter that's clenched in your fist. "Let me help." He says simply, as if this isn't the first time you're seeing him in two years.

You're too stunned to speak. He looks as gorgeous as the day he left you, wearing a plain shirt and dark jeans- casual wear for when he's doing groundwork.

He takes his time, pushing up each layer into your waiting hands, moving automatically while your brain lags with the unforseen circumstance that is Billy Russo.

"Jesus." He remarks, "Who picked this dress?"

"His mother." You murmur quietly and he shakes his head.

"Women with zero taste should not be choosing dresses."

"Just wanted to make her happy." Is all you say.

He finally gets to your legs, and you stiffen when his hands wrap around each ankle, clad in white stockings.

He reaches up and takes the lacy scrunched material into his hands.

You watch him closely, breath hitching as his hands slide the material up your leg. You clench in response at the feeling of his hands where they haven't been for a long time.

He looks up at you for a moment, before looking back down. He pushes the garter up your knee, past the point where your stocking ends.

"You're going too high." You mumble, and then you gasp when you feel the tips of his fingers press themselves between your thighs, insistent that he runs his fingers over your lacy underwear.

"This for him?" He asks quietly. You try not to clench at the feel of his probing fingers.

"Well it's not for you." You snap.

He pulls the garter back down to an appropriate height on your thigh, and snaps it playfully.

"Why are you here?" You ask insistently, feeling the shock wear off and fierce aggression taking its place.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asks, pulling your dress down and righting it.

"Seeing as the last time we were together you told me you never wanted to see me again, yeah, I'm a little confused."

His mouth fixes into a grim line.

"You weren't answering your-"

A knock at the door interrupts him.

You watch him stand swiftly, and walking to the small vintage armoire in the corner of the room.

"Like Santorini all over again." He whispers excitedly, putting his fingers up to his lips with a smile as he fits himself inside and closes the doors, leaving you absolutely flabbergasted on the outside.

Someone knocks again.

"Uh- yes?" You call, completely distracted with your ex-boyfriend in the closet.

The stylists are back, with a gentle smile to do finishing touches on your look. You try not to look at the armoire too much, opting instead to stare at it in the mirror.

You don't know what he wants, but you know that you're not going to give it to him. He's had two years to make things right, and it's too late to save what's left of the burning passion you once had for him.

Plus, you needed to put the safety of your family first. Ward Meachum would make a decent husband, and he'd pay the large debt owed to the Fisk family.

Everything would be okay.

On their way out, your parents step in. Your mother smiles, gushing over your dress and you return the emotion with enthusiasm of your own.

Your father has the decency to look guilty.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this." He says with a solemn face, and you appreciate his sincerity.

"I'll be okay." You say with more confidence than you feel, "I'll love him with time." It would be easy to love the man that saves your family.

"There's...something else." Your dad says, and look up at him wearily.

"I'm sorry I didn't mention it before, but in the contract... there's a criteria..."

"A baby." You say.

He blinks at you surprised.

You shake your head.

"Every powerful man wants an heir. How soon?"

"You have a year to conceive." He says.

So soon. You can't fake a smile at the news.

"Okay." You say, sucking in a breath, nodding.

"Okay, I'll see you at the church, I just need a couple of minutes."

Your mother hesitates to leave you, just like Karen did, holding on to you until she absolutely can't anymore.

The door is barely closed before you're rushing into the adjacent bathroom. You hover over the trash can for a moment, fighting the nausea. The door swings open.

"What the hell was that?" Billy asks angrily.

"Go. Away." You grunt.

He doesn't. He gets to his knees beside you.

"This. This was arranged? They're selling you like- like-"

"- like an animal." You answer, before you lean forward to empty the contents of your stomach into the trash can.

You reel back, hating the acrid scent, trying to avoid it. There was nothing left to give anyway.

When you're sure you're okay, you put the bin down and try to struggle to your feet with the dress in the way. He grips your arm to help you up.

You lean against the wall and you watch him grab some tissues, wetting them with water to bring to you. You dab at the edges of your lips, moving to the sink to rinse your mouth with water and then the small bottle of mouthwash on the sink.

"What happened?" He asks.

You sigh.

"I worked really hard to make it look real, so that no one would be able to tell. You can't say a word."

He says your name so fiercely. You look up at him in the reflection of the mirror.

"What. Happened?"

Like he cares.

"Dad made a bad business deal. Borrowed money from Kingpin. Couldn't pay it back. Lost a few toes. Went to Harold Meachum and made an offer. Meachum made a counteroffer. Dad accepted." You shrug a single shoulder.

"How much?"

"I genuinely don't know." You didn't have the heart to ask for the price you'd been sold at.

"You could have come to me."

You laugh. You don't stop.

"I'm pretty sure you told me you never wanted to see me again, don't be upset that I followed your orders."

He reaches for you, spins you till you're looking into his dark eyes.

"Don't marry him. I can help."

"Fuck. Off." You say, pulling your hands from his grip and storming out of the bathroom.

You find a small bottle of water and drink the entire thing, popping a small mint into your mouth as a precaution.

You don't get far before he's in your space again, gripping your hips and pulling your body into his, the fabric of your dress crushed against him.

You don't fight it, looking up at him, the way you've been dreaming of after all this time. One of your hands reach up to cup his face. He breathes out a gentle sigh, closing his eyes.

"I've wanted to be back in your arms for so long." You whisper, "I wish it was real."

He opens his eyes.

"It is real," he says, leaning in so that your noses brush against each other, "I love you."

You suck in a deep breath.

"You don't mean it."

"I do. I do mean it. I love you. I love every inch of you from your head to your toes."

"Then why?" You ask, voice cracking with emotion, you push away from him, "Why now? Why not months ago when the engagement was announced? Why not a year ago when I posted our first couple's photo?"

"Because I thought you loved him! And it killed me but I wanted to give you that chance at happiness."

"Well. Thank you." Your voice wobbles, fighting tears that will ruin your makeup, "Thank you for the opportunity. I will be happy."

You take purposeful, angry steps to the door.

His hand reaches out to stop it from opening.

"Prove that you don't love me," He whispers so quietly you can barely hear the words.

You can't resist it. You don't want to. Not when you have the chance to kiss him one last time.

You turn around and press your mouth to his. Your fingers fist his shirt to keep him close, his arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you off your feet. For a few moments, it feels like no time has passed, like you're with him again, like things are going to be okay.

It doesn't take long, before reality knocks on your door.

"Miss?" Your bodyguard calls, "It's almost time."

You pull your mouth from his, turning to the door, he keeps kissing at your cheek and neck.

"Be right there!" You say loudly.

Billy gives a quiet laugh.

"That's how you kiss someone you don't love?" He asks.

You suck in a breath, he slides you back down to your feet that feel a little wobbly beneath you.

You shake your head.

"I was practicing for my future husband." You say evenly, and you can tell that the words upset him by the way the muscle in his jaw jumps.

"Go home, Billy. Because I choose Ward, and you're too late."

You don't give him a chance to stop you, opening the door and escaping.

.

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[cevansbrat0007]

Remind Me: The Aftermath of Lazy Lies

Summary: How Reader and Andy patch things up after he screws up and calls her lazy. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber (mentioned)

Warnings: Language, Apologetic Andy, Angry Reader, Kissing, Smut (implied) Minors DNI

A/N: Written for the following friends in particular: @writer84, @stonerlaur4​ @elle14-blog1​ @ariellemangomonroe​  @oscar-isaac-69​ Please enjoy. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

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Andy couldn’t keep living like this. Yes, he’d screwed up. In a moment of frustration and anger at so very many things, he’d made the mistake of calling his lovely wife “lazy”. And he vowed that he would never do that again.

She’d been ignoring him for the better part of two days. His lady didn’t get up to see him off in the morning, she didn’t offer to pack his lunch, and most upsetting of all…she’d withheld her kisses. 

Don’t get him wrong, he’d tried. But she had rebuffed him at every opportunity. 

He tried to send her text messages throughout the day, letting her know he was thinking of her, and it was almost like she didn’t care. Messages like:

Andy Bear: Baby girl, I love you more than summertime sunshine. 

You: It’s cold in Boston every day. 

Or…

Andy Bear: Thinking of you.

You: Okay. 

Or…

Andy Bear: Maybe we should get a babysitter for this weekend. Go out on the town, you know? Maybe grab dinner.

You: I’m sure you and yourself will have a lovely time.  

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Andy is quickly approaching day number three of this nonsense when he realizes that he can’t take it anymore. 

“Hi ladies!” His voice booms as he walks through the door. “How was everybody’s day?”

BiBi is quick to launch into an explanation about any and everything. She’s already dressed in her fairy princess pajamas and had her dinner. Which meant it was time for bed. 

“Do you want Daddy to tuck you in, honey?” You ask. Making a direct point of not looking at your husband. 

“Yeah! Storytime wif Daddy!” She squeals. 

“Welp, go on Andrew.” You press a kiss to Bianca’s brow. “Night, night sweet baby.” With a resigned sigh, Andy totes her upstairs to read her a story and put her to bed. 

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Thirty Minutes Later…

Your husband returns down the stairs, sans tie and suit jacket. “She went down great, Y/N. No fussing.” He tells you.

“Good.” Is all you say as you munch on a sandwich. 

“Um, alright.” Andy mumbles, his hand going to massage the back of his neck. “Any chance I could get one of those?”

“Oh, sure.” You flash him a grin. “Everything is in the fridge. Help yourself.”

“Fine, I’ll - okay no. You know what I’ve had enough of this shit.” He stomps over and makes an exaggerated point of taking a bite of your sandwich. “I don’t give a fuck about dinner or a sandwich, I miss my goddamned wife.” Andy growls.

“Woah.” You deadpan with a shrug. “Sounds like a serious you problem.” 

And that’s all it takes for your husband to snap.

He snatches you into his arms and lifts you up, pinning you against the refrigerator. His mouth takes yours in such a delicious, seductive way, that you can’t help but respond. Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, tugging on their own accord. His tongue duels with yours, quickly letting you know in no uncertain terms that this was not your show. 

Andy pulls away for a moment, both of you breathing hard.

“Look, baby. I fucked up. I won’t do that again okay? But I’m also not guaranteeing that I won’t find new and more inventive ways to fuck up in the future. I’m creative like that, alright?”

You nod. 

He mashes his lips to yours again. “You still my girl?” He mumbles against your kiss swollen lips. 

“Of course.” You growl. “Now take me upstairs and remind me about why it should stay that way.”

END

[hoodiewithhorns]

━  using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1  + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests  

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3 

sakusa 

word count : 1.4k

you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt. 

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Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down. 

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him. 

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him. 

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear. 

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

 the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance. 

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red. 

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts” 

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.”  he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace. 

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning. 

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

word count : 886

kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it. 

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt. 

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table. 

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him. 

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster. 

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying. 

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare. 

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him. 

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly. 

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he  slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight. 

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa 

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what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together. 

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex. 

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.  

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.  

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head. 

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going. 

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right? 

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears. 

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him.  he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully. 

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything  i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

[icntblvfreudwasrite]

Indulgence Pt. 2 (Dabi)

Hello hungry, hungry whores (affectionate)!!! Here’s what we’ve all been waiting for: the fun stuff. Again, be warned that this will be tw: noncon.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI; I’m serious.

TW: dark content (kidnapping, heavy non-con). Please don’t read or interact if any of these things (or adjacent themes) are triggering to you. And remember, this behavior is only acceptable in fiction. If these things are happening to you in real life, please contact local authorities and/or tell loved ones.

AFAB reader and she/her/hers pronouns.

People who reblog are the sexiest people on earth, js.

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“Hi, doll,” he greeted.

Tears started welling up in her eyes. “Just let me go,” she whimpered.

“And what guarantee do I have that you won’t run to the police the second I do that,” he inquired, taking a step closer to her. “You now know where the League of Villains base is. A good citizen wouldn’t just sit on such important information.”

She took a cautious step back towards the door in response and wrapped her arms around herself. “I promise I won’t.”

He pouted at her, mockingly. “You promise? Pinky promise?” he asked as he continued to walk towards her. 

His steady approach seemed to spur her into action, and she bolted for the door. But when she pulled, it wouldn't open. He could see her panicking and tugging on the handle desperately as he made his way over to her. He pressed up against her back, hands settling against the wall on either side of her. 

“Aw, is it locked, baby?”

“Please, please, please. I won’t say anything, just let me leave,” she begged. But Dabi ignored her completely. He let his hands slide down the wall and wrap around her waist, leaning in to kiss the nape of her neck softly. “Now, why would I want to do that?” he whispers in her ear.

She started to squirm in his hold and claw at his arms, eventually managing to pull out one of the staples on the back of his right hand. He hissed in pain and turned her around to pin her hands to the wall and push his hips into hers. 

He heated up his palms, just enough to make it hurt and leave angry red burn marks in their wake. That got the reaction he wanted; she cried out before looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Stop, please, it hurts.”

Dabi turned off his quirk but dug his nails into the burns to really send his message home. He leaned in to whisper, “Sweetheart, you’re cute when you try to fight back, but you make me bleed again, and I’ll burn your skin until it looks like mine. Got it?” She let out a little scream and closed her eyes, tears sliding down her face. Dabi couldn’t help but lick them off, causing her to shriek and try to pull away. He chuckled at her struggle. “Why don’t we take this somewhere else. Unless you want me to fuck you up against this door and risk someone walking in on us. Maybe you would like that, baby?”

Her eyes snapped open, and she shook her head. “No, no, please no. I don’t want this, just let me go. I’m begging you, please.”

Dabi clicked his tongue at her. “You don’t want it? Baby, you don’t have a choice, though. Besides, I want you begging for something else.” The last statement made her start struggling in earnest, squirming and trying to buck his hips off, only to end up grinding into his clothed cock. He groaned into her neck and pressed into her further. “That’s right, princess. Do it again, just like that.”

“No, no, never,” she cried. She switched tactics and threatened to scream if he didn’t get off her. He kept grinding his hips into hers. “Go ahead. This is a bad part of town, no one’s gonna give a shit about another person screaming bloody murder.”

She doesn’t seem to believe him though because she opened her mouth to yell anyway. Before she could get a sound out though, Dabi kissed her and took the opportunity to lick into her mouth. She immediately bit down on his tongue, and glared at him when he pulled back in pain and surprise. When he finally registered the coppery taste of blood in his mouth, he started laughing and watched as her fierce expression turned into one of abject terror. He was still laughing when he told her, “I’m gonna make this hurt so much, you’re gonna wish you were you’d never been born.”

Apparently, that’s when she started to take his threats seriously because she began apologizing immediately. “No, no I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again. Please. I’ll be good. I swear, I’ll be good.” 

“It’s a little late for that. I warned you before, didn’t I, princess? You did this to yourself,” he said as he tugged her towards his bedroom by her forearm. She didn’t go easily, digging her heels into the floor and repeatedly hitting the arm holding hers, but that didn’t deter Dabi at all. He was much stronger than he looked, and her little punches felt like nothing. Once he managed to get her to his room, he threw her onto the bed and locked the door behind him. Then, he kicked off his shoes, shed his jacket and pulled off his shirt before turning back to his darling, who was pressed up against the headboard, trying to make herself as small as possible. She shook her head wildly as he approached, holding her hands out in front of her as if to push him away. 

Dabi smiled again. God, she looks so cute all scared like that. He grabbed her by the ankles to pull her back down onto the bed, prying her legs apart to settle in between them and pinning her wrists again. She looked beautiful to him, teary-eyed with her hair splayed out on the pillow underneath her head.

“Please don’t,” she whispered as if that would be enough to convince him to let her go. In response, he pressed kisses down the side of her neck before suddenly biting down hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark. Her shriek was music to his ears, and her begging and struggling was getting him even harder in his pants.

He continued attacking her neck, bloodying and bruising it to his heart’s content. He couldn’t get enough of her screaming through her sobs. She sounded so pretty. He finally pulled back to admire his work and immediately decided that he could definitely get used to this view. 

Her eyes were closed but tears were leaking out non-stop. Visible tear tracks ran down her neck, which was a mix of blues, purples, and reds with some of the bite marks already clotting up. He wrapped a hand around her neck and squeezed, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes flew open, and she desperately pulled at his hand to try to pry it away.  

“Baby,” he cooed in her ear. “This is all your fault. I would’ve taken you so nice and gentle. You would’ve enjoyed it. I would’ve made you cum as many times as you wanted. But look at what you made me do.”

She looked back up at him, eyes pleading. “I’m sorry,” she managed to let out in a hoarse whisper. He let up on her throat a little bit, allowing her to take a half a breath in. 

“What was that, sweetheart? Did you say something?”

“I’m sorry. Please. One more chance,” she whispered. 

Dabi let go of her throat, and she turned to her side to take in as much air as she could. “Okay,” he said as he stroked the side of her face. “Third time’s the charm, right? You’re gonna be good, babydoll?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, I will be.” Her voice was a little rough from her screaming and being choked, and he found it so sexy. He wanted her to sound completely ruined though. Dabi rolled over onto his back and lifted his hips up to take off his jeans and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He looked over at his doll. “Come here,” he said, gesturing in between his legs. She crawled over on shaky hands and knees and waited for him to say something. 

“Convince me,” he said.

She looked confused. “W-what?”

“Convince me,” he repeated. “Suck my cock so good that I decide to forgive you.” She was still hesitating, and Dabi lost his patience. He grabbed her hair and tugged her face to his. “Don’t fucking make me ask again,” he threatened before shoving her back down towards his dick. 

She immediately took his cock into her mouth and sucked around the head. Dabi let out a groan and instantly shoved her down further, making her gag. Her eyes widened in surprise and she pushed against his thighs, desperately trying to breathe, but he didn’t let up for another few seconds. She started coughing when she finally was let off his cock, but Dabi didn’t want to go too long without her around him. He pushed her back down and made her go further and further every time she took him into her mouth until her nose hit his pubic hair. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned out. She looked so pretty gagging on his cock, and he let himself enjoy the view for a short while before pulling her off and letting go of her hair. She immediately collapsed onto the bed, coughing violently.

He sat up and regarded her broken form still recovering from the lack of oxygen. He scooped her up into his lap, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her gently. Then, he pulled away.

“You know, sweetheart,” he started, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “I did a lot of the work there. All you did was keep your mouth open. And trust me, I’m not complaining. You’ve got a mouth made to be filled with cock, but I’m not convinced.”

She started shaking again. “I’m sorry, honey. You’ll have to do a better job next time, okay?” he said, pulling her into his chest and kissing the top of her head. He heard her breath hitch. “Next time?” she asked softly. 

“Yeah. You’re gonna be my new cumdumpster. You’re gonna warm my bed, and then be my good little doll when I come home to fuck out all of my frustrations. That sound okay?”

This, apparently, was a revelation, she wasn’t prepared for because she started pushing at his chest and her sobbing resumed. He let her try and fight for a few seconds before shoving her back onto the bed. He reached under her dress to take off her underwear while she did her best to kick him off. Once he got them off, he took the time to admire the little flowers dotting the white cotton. 

“These are really cute, baby but you’re not gonna need to wear them when you’re with me,” he said, activating his quirk to burn the panties to ash. Then, he spread her legs to expose her pussy. Immediately, her hands came down to cover herself, but he caught her wrists in one hand. “You know they say that the color of your pussy matches the color of your nipples. Let’s check.”

And before she could react, he tore the top of her dress open. She tried to cover up again, and Dabi was beyond annoyed at this point. “Next time you hide yourself from me, I’ll start to pick off fingernails one by one. Make sense?” Immediately, she started trembling, but she moved her arms by her head. 

“There you go, princess,” he cooed, drinking in the sight of soft breasts and nipples puckered from the cold. “Well not quite the same color, but still pretty.”

He dove down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping to his heart’s content. Eventually, he reached down to swipe a finger against her slit. She was dripping. He looked up at her with a devilish grin. “Are you actually enjoying this?”

She refused to make eye contact with him or answer.

“Well, that’s great,” he said. “Won’t have to waste time prepping you.”

That got her attention. Her eyes snapped back to him, just as he lined himself up with her entrance. She opened her mouth to protest, but it turned into a silent scream as Dabi sheathed himself inside of her in one thrust. 

“Fuck you’re tight,” he said, before pulling out and thrusting back in balls deep. He set a slow pace, fucking into her deep as she pushed at his hips.

“Take it out, please,” she sobbed. “It hurts so bad, just take it out.”

He licked his thumb before reaching down to play with her clit. “Shh, shh. It’s okay baby, you’re fine. It’ll feel good in a second,” he cooed.

And true to his word, soon, she started biting her bottom lip to stifle her moans. 

“Aww, you’re no fun,” he said, before backhanding her across the face. “Let me hear you this time.”

All he got out of her was a pathetic sob though. Clearly, the slap across the face had killed the mood for her. Well, if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself, that wouldn’t stop Dabi. He hadn’t had a pussy this tight in ages, and he was going to fully enjoy it no matter what. Even if the duration of his enjoyment would be much shorter than he had anticipated.  He wasn’t expecting to be this turned on, and he could feel himself getting close.

“Fuck, doll. Your little pussy keeps sucking me in. I think you might want this. Might want me to come inside you too. What do you think?”

That led to a hysterical chorus of no’s and please’s from her. Just what he liked to hear. 

“Aw does the poor thing not want a little rape baby inside of her?” he asks, mockingly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You won’t get pregnant the first time. Probably.” 

But imagine if she did. That’s the image that ultimately tipped Dabi over the edge. His pretty little fucktoy all round and swollen with leaking tits and fuller hips. Fuck, that sounded good. His hips stuttered in their pace while he filled, what was now his pussy, with white, hot cum. And not a moment too soon because there was a loud bang when Shigaraki slammed his door open. 

“Will you and your little whore shut up,” he snarled. “Some of us -” 

“Are getting hard-ons,” Dabi finished for him, pointing at the obvious tent in his pants.

“Are trying to work,” snapped Shigaraki, tugging his ratty hoody down. 

Dabi turned back to his little darling, who had her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clamped over her mouth, shaking like a leaf in the wind. 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll just gag you for round two.”

[potter-imagines]

A Worm? - Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader 

Prompt: It’s three in the morning and Fred can’t sleep. Luckily for him, his girlfriend has to most random questions on her mind. 

Notes: I've seen this on tiktok as trend to text your boyfriend so I made it into a write, hope you enjoy (: 

Warnings: None (:        (making out if that counts ???)

Word Count: 3.9k

You know that feeling of finally retreating to your room and crashing down on your bed after a strenuous day? Getting to snuggle into the warmth of the soft mattress and engulf your body in massive heaps of blankets, it was one of the greatest feelings in the world to Fred Weasley. Although what made it absolute perfection was the nights when his girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, would join him. Sleepovers were no rarity for the couple- nor for their roommates who had begrudgingly accepted the constant giggling and whispering throughout the night. Weekend sleepovers were his favorite as it meant neither of them were scrambling to get out of bed for class in the morning and he could lay with her for as long as they wanted.

Tonight was no different. Nearly every living soul occupying the lands of Hogwarts was fast asleep, lulled into a galaxy of dreams. Fred wondered if he was the only one awake at such an hour. The darkness from the nighttime sky poured into the room through the glass windows. The light casted shadows around the room making it difficult to make out the different shapes. Fred could barely make out the sleeping frame of his twin brother, George, who was tucked in his bed feet away. Similar was Lee, however his thunderous snores echoed off the walls giving confirmation that was in a deep sleep.

On Fred’s half of the room the silence was deafening. Lee’s snores had become second nature for Fred to block out and in all honesty, didn’t bother him much. Growing up in a home with eight other people, he had that keen ability to muffle out the noise around him. He had to in order to keep a piece of his sanity intact. No one in their sane mind could sit and listen to Ron and Ginny bicker for longer than five minutes before wanting to rip their hair out of their skull. In the same way, noise was comforting to Fred. Yeah, he ignored it for the most part, but it was a familiar feeling to be surrounded by loudness. It was discomforting in a way how still the world felt. Few and far between were the moments when Fred had time to himself. Now that he did, he didn’t want it.

Stealing a glance down to his chest Fred smiled at the sight. Y/n’s head was pressed against his sweatshirt covered chest and her hand was clenched around the material. Her body was cuddled close to him with a blanket draped over them. Fred watched as her stomach lightly rose and fell with every breath. He had lost track of time, not entirely sure how long he had been holding her. Seconds meshed into minutes which grew to hours. He was sure he’d been staring at the ceiling for almost three hours. His attention flipped back and forth, like the pages of a magazine. From the angle he laid, Fred wasn’t able to see if Y/n was awake like him or passed out like his roommates. In a cruel way he wanted to wake her on purpose just for the selfish purpose to hear her voice. He resisted the urge to ‘accidentally’ break her slumber.

Fred’s hand traced patterns on her back absentmindedly as his thoughts drifted like a sailboat floating along the ocean waves. The Quidditch match had taken a large toll on his muscles and all he wanted was to rest. Playing Slytherin was a sure guarantee someone would walk away with an injury- or be carried away. Although Fred knew he wasn’t injured, his arms ached with every slight move from the force he had exhilarated during the match. As much as he desired to switch positions and lay on his side, he couldn’t bring himself to disturb the girl resting in his arms. From her steady breathing he figured she had fallen asleep, that was until her head suddenly popped up from his chest causing the warmth of her head to flee his body. Her quick movement took Fred by surprise as his hand halted and his eyes fixed on the girl.  The feeling of sleepiness was fading as her large doe eyes glanced back up at him. Oddly enough, she appeared to be wide awake.

Arching a brow at her Fred looked utterly confused. If her alertness hadn’t startled him enough, her next actions would leave him mind boggled. Y/n perched herself up to a sitting position and wiggled over to place her legs over either side of Fred’s body so she sat in his lap as he laid. A childlike smile graced her lips at the small gasp of surprise from Fred. Tiredness vanished in her eyes as she tilted her head.

“Hey, Freddie?”

“Yes, angel?” He asked cautiously.

His hands reset to her waist to keep her steady as she sat. The stained glass window to the side of his bed allowed a glimpse of moonlight to create a beautiful gradient across her face. The moonlight, a glowing yellowy white, projected an ethereal glow around her. He swore he could see millions of tiny stars sprinkled along her skin, gleaming pin pricks of sparkles gleaming in her e/c eyes.

Y/n leaned forward to wrap her arms around Fred’s neck causing him to mimic her and sit up so his back was pressed to the bed frame. He grabbed the heavy cotton blanket from behind her and draped it over her shoulders. She smiled bashfully in gratitude. Peeking up to Fred, whose face was only a handful of inches from hers, she whispered,

“If I were a worm, would you still love me?”

Fred’s features scrunched in an instant at her question as he pulled back slightly. Half expecting for her to start giggling and the other half completely flabbergasted, Fred gaped at her in confusion. Yet Y/n’s face remained stoic in seriousness as she awaited his reply. He gave her a funny look, as if she’d grown an extra eye. Repeatedly his mouth fell open, then closed again as he failed to formulate a proper thought.

“I’m sorry- if you were a what?”

“A worm.” She repeated once again.

Fred forced himself to bite his tongue to hold his laughter in. As much as he wanted to chuckle at her randomness, she seemed so invested in his answer he didn’t know what to do. Fred averted his gaze to the window in search of an answer. His brain was stuck frozen, like the tracks in his mind were broken. Turning his attention once more to Y/n, Fred squinted his chocolate brown eyes as if examining her peculiarly.

“And why would you be a worm?”

Clearly annoyed by his constant string of questions Y/n let out a breathy huff as she rolled her eyes. Her hands waved up briefly, shooing his inquiry away without second thought. Shaking her head she pressed further. “Because I just am, now answer the question.”

Stillness entered the room while Fred pondered to himself. This time he didn’t hold back the teasing grin that spilled on his face.

“Well, am I worm too?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows to her suggestively. Y/n shoved his shoulder back playfully as she giggled softly. Fred always knew how to make her smile, even if the situation didn’t call for it. Even if it was three in the morning and the two of them should be flying through a dreamland of sleep.

Fred’s back leaned into the wood of the frame as he allowed his head to touch against it. Locks of ginger hair brushed against his face. Instinctively Y/n moved her hand out to skim them away from his eyes so she could see them. Fred fought a mental war against the shiver that threatened to escape his body from her gentle stroke. Shaking her head, Y/n shot down his interrogation. “No, you’re just a regular person.”

“So I would be a Muggle in love with a worm?” Fred chuckled at the bizarreness to her rules for her imaginary prompt. Although he hadn't a clue where this was heading, it was entertaining and he had every intention of paying into it, including teasing the girl a tad. There was something so adorable about the flashes of anger and frustration that snapped across her face at his procrastination to answer. Fred found it irresistible. The way her cute face knotted into uncomfortable glares and frowns while he continued to toy with her. He loved it.

Y/n sighed to herself, certainly growing exhausted then reiterated,

“No, no, you’re still you, I’m just a worm.”

“A magic worm?” His eyes widened in feign excitement while her’s narrowed. As much as she loved the childlike nature that was weaved into her boyfriend’s soul, it made it impossible at times to have a serious conversation- not that she truly considered this to be a serious conversation.

A deadpan mien was planted on her face. She turned for a moment to make sure George and Lee were still passed out. Then, she moved her head back to Fred before raising her voice a notch to ensure the message was received loud and clear.

“A worm, Fred.”

His fingers fiddled with the loose strings on her shorts as he pretended to debate his answer. Lips pursed into a thin line, Fred brought his pointer finger up to his chin and hummed.

“I mean… sure?”

Y/n’s grip around his neck loosened immediately at his answer. Her mouth skimmed the ground as genuine displeasure entered her veins. She pulled her arms back to cross them tightly against her chest. Fred’s hands found their previous position on her waist in order to keep her from falling off. She pouted over to Fred with her bottom lip poking out. She tried her absolute best to put everything she had into the over dramatic sad puppy look she had mastered. Fred only cooed at her and pinched the skin of her cheeks between his fingers lightly. Y/n grabbed his hand, pulling it away from her face with a scowl. Despite her glowering appearance, Fred felt a smug grin sneaking up.

“That isn't reassuring at all.” She said with a pointed tone.

Fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose, Fred groaned dramatically as he ran his calloused hand against his skin. Peering up to Y/n he brought his hand up to occupy the warm skin on the back of her neck. He drew his hand closer, pulling her towards him, causing their foreheads connected in a tender touch. The bottom hem of his old tee that she now used as a nighttime shirt tickled his arm as she happily leaned in. With their faces barely an inch apart, Fred lifted his hips to place a sweet, chaste kiss to her lips.

“But angel, you’re not a worm.”  

“Just pretend!” She grumbled. Although Fred smirked right at her and, in a very snarky manner, said ‘no’. Y/n clenched her jaw in annoyance at his stubbornness and just as she went to tell him again to play along, a light bulb of an idea sparked in her head.

Stealing a glance over either shoulder, Y/n checked to assure both George and Lee were still snoozing. George was practically laying off his bed in a sideways fashion while Lee was spreading starfish across the whole mattress. She swore she could see the drool dripping from his chin from across the room. Her focus swerved to Fred as she felt him adjust under her. Providing him with absolutely no leeway to her plan at all, Y/n locked her arms around Fred’s chest and shoved him down so he was forced to lay on the bed. His breath hitched as his head smacked into the fluffy pillow. The darkness obscured his view leaving him lost at the turn of events until he felt the pressure of her knees pinning his arms to his side. Just like a war attack, she ambushed him. Y/n danced her fingers at lightning speed across his chest and under his arms. Fred broke out into a booming fit of laughter at the abrupt tickle war imposed on him as he desperately fought to get her body off of his. His feet kicked wildly as he tried to free himself but she had too strong of a hold. Fred tried to hold his laughter back but it was all too much for his bdy to handle and the uncontrollable giggles wouldn’t stop.

Y/n laughed at him as she continued to tickle every inch of his upper body that he wasn’t successfully covering. His frantic squirms made it difficult for her to torture him to the best of her ability, however she put up a considerable fight until Fred managed to slip his hand out from between his waist and her knee. Once he did, Fred clamped his hand to her side and flipped the pair around so he was the one sitting on top of her. Both of their chests heaved rapidly as they attempted to catch their breath, both grinning like fools. Fred moved his body to sit in front of her as Y/n took over his previous spot. His hand still remained clenched around her side to keep her from attacking once more. Struggling to regain his composure, Fred gave the girl a teasing glare.

“Fine! Yes, I would still love you very much, even if you were a slimy little worm.”

A satisfied gleam adorned her face as she gave a small cheer. Her arms extended as a welcoming for him to enter. He bent towards her to allow her arms to be thrown around his shoulders. The hug encapsulated his body in a blanket of comfort and love from the feeling of her skin. Fred pressed his lips to her neck and just as he did, her voice broke the air.

“And you’d still give me kisses and cuddles?”

His loud sigh was audible to everyone in the room as his head fell to her chest.

“How in the bloody hell am I supposed to cuddle a freaking worm-” Before he could finish his sentence, Fred saw the look of sadness clouding over his lover’s features and stopped himself. That famous, moody pout had crept its way up and Fred fell victim like always. He reached his hand out to pick hers up from her lap and laced their fingers. Lifting her hand, his lips kissed each of her knuckles then set her hand down on his leg.

“You’re unbelievable… but yes, I would still give you kisses and cuddles. Just not in front of people-” Y/n snatched her hand away from his and threw it across her chest with an animated scoff.

“So you’d be ashamed of me?”

“I hate you so much right now, why the hell are you even asking me?”

The jokingness of the situation breezed out from the room as Y/n tensed. Fred watched her eyes flicker from over his shoulder, then up to his eyes. It was impossible to read the rambunctious ideas bouncing off the walls of her mind and Fred knew better than to speculate but rather give her the time to process. He always said that her mind ran faster than the Hogwarts Express. There was a small smile on her lips, though one he couldn’t read. The spark of glee still flashed through her yet at the same time she seemed uncertain. Her hand pushed loose strands of her hair away from her view, a nervous habit of her’s Fred had picked up on early in the relationship.

Swallowing her nerves, Y/n let her body sink into the plushness of Fred’s bed as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Just wanna make sure you’d love me no matter what.” She mumbled hushly.

Fred furrowed his eyebrows as he studied her in bewilderment. As silly as the conversation was, he could feel a tang of guilt budding in his gut from teasing her. The two had discussed some of the most random, weird topics out there and it was usually just that, a random discussion. Fred was a bit stunned there was a bubble floating around in her thoughts that there might be a time where he stops loving her, because for Fred, the idea of not loving her was simply implausible. Besides, he had fancied her since they met their first year and there was no chance Fred was willing to lose her.

“Okay, well,” Fred crawled to sit next to Y/n’s side as he went on, “I’ll entertain the thought. If you were a worm I would still love you more than any other living creature on this planet. I’d also protect you from all the birds who want to eat you for dinner.” Fred finished by placing a gentle peck to her nose. There was no sense in hiding the contagious grin

“So sweet, Freddie.” The scent of peppermint from her chapstick wafted to Fred’s nose drawing him closer in. Y/n snaked her hand to his cheek and dragged his face towards hers. Right before their lips connected, she paused for a moment. Her e/c orbs flickered to his plump lips, then in one swift motion, she closed the gap with a pucker of her lips and a collision with his. Fred had expected the kiss but was taken aback by the fire she brought to it. The sheer force of her lips caused Fred to sit up and take notice.

Y/n nudged at his side, a silent signal for him to get on top. Fred didn’t need her to ask him twice. He was quick to kick the blankets covering his legs and repositioned himself between hers. Fred leaned forward to spark the flint once again. His hands attached to her face immediately as he pulled her in tightly. This embrace nearly knocked Y/n right off the bed. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a tsunami of passion, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him impaired her. Her whole body tingled, the pressure of his fram leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt like an array of fireworks during the finale of a grand show. Her lips parted against his and the abrupt swipe of his tongue inside her cheeks sent a rush of shivers through her body. The intensity was overwhelming as she struggled to keep hold of his shoulders.

Y/n came to at the need for air and pulled away from Fred. A sharp breath filled her lungs as her hands pressed against his chest keeping him in place. However, Fred was growing impatient by the second and the need to be as close to her as possible was too strong of an urge for him to ignore.

Fred pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her arms gave in and she was using his body to support herself. She was nearly slipping from the bed from the pure force of his kiss. Fred kept his free hand steady on the back of her neck to ensure she wouldn’t fall but in the moment, she really couldn’t care. Wasn’t like they hadn’t had a makeout session on the floor- come to think of it, George had walked in on them just last week.  

Their hands roamed over each other as if it was their first time touching another. His fingertips grazed the side of her neck earning a muffled moan from the girl. She tugged at his red hair, which was a guarantee to keep his adrenaline pumping. A vibration buzzed in her mouth as Fred groaned into her from the lustful pain. His body was ever moving as his hips grinded into her. This was a familiar position yet the passion was what made the kiss so electrifying. His elbows were placed on either side of her head to hold himself up as he moved his lips against hers and continued to work his tongue with hers. Y/n trailed her hand down from his fiery locks to his sharp chin where she pressed his lips as deeply into hers as she could manage.

Softly as possible, Y/n slowly pulled herself away from Fred. His eyes cracked open at the lost of warmth against his skin and he glanced down at her. Both smiled at each other until Fred rolled over and slid under the covers. He fixed the blankets around until he felt satisfied then opened his arms, as if inviting Y/n to enter. She obeyed without question and coozied herself into his arms. He wrapped her in a loving cuddle as he pressed a quick kiss to her temple.

Y/n leaned into his body, resting her head against his arm that was linked under her. There was a comforting silence that replaced the steaming air. The clock on Fred’s night stand shone bright with the time, ‘4:08am’, meaning morning had practically arrived and Fred had yet to catch a wink of sleep.

Just as Fred was preparing himself to welcome his slumber, a notion came. Propping himself up on his elbow, Fred reached out to shake the girl’s shoulder.

“Hey, Y/n?”

Y/n gleaned over to him in curiosity. Twisting her body she set her gaze directly on Fred, as if to show him she was intune and listening.

“Yes?”

“If I were a worm, would you still love me?” Fred asked in a whisper. Y/n leered up at him in a disgusted fashion. It looked as if she had been force fed a full can of lima beans and sardines. Those sleepy eyes were replaced by saucer like eyes of revulsion. Poking her tongue out she pretended to gag as her eyes twisted shut.

“Ew, no, why would I be in love with a worm? You can’t even talk and if I kissed you, I might accidentally kiss your butt, gross!” Y/n covered her mouth to mask her fit of laughter that shook through her chest. Fred’s mouth dropped in shock at her words as she unwrapped herself from his hold to shift to her side. He stared at her in astonishment as she threw her legs over the side of his bed. His hand reached out to yank her back but she was already up on her feet smirking to him.

“Are you kidding me? Get back here!”

“I need to use the bathroom- I’ll be back in a flash, wormie.” She blew him a taunting kiss and a wave, then quietly shut the door as she journeyed down the hall to the restrooms. Fred still heard her unruly laughter from behind the large wooden door. As her footsteps grew shallower, Fred tossed his head into the pillow and rolled his eyes. Just like earlier, silence overtook the room and this time, Fred was overjoyed because it meant he no longer had to hear about worms. That was at least until she got back, then he’d surely be having a discussion.

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Irresistible Danger - Part 51

Synopsis:  After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 3,279

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Author’s Note: Holy crap, can y’all believe I dove back into writing this fic after almost two years with no updates?! I’m still shook over it haha. I will say that this fic has gone way off canon at this point (I haven’t watched the last few seasons of the show and also didn’t finish the last few issues of the comics). However, I’ve had a vision for certain characters and events for the last how many years, so I don’t plan to change them just to try and fit canon. I also now realize that while I tried to make “you” as nondescript as possible, there are physical traits and actions of her character that haven’t been as inclusive of all potential readers as I had thought when first starting the fic 5 years ago. I apologize for that, and plan to be more aware of those things with any reader characters I write in future fics. My plan is to post a chapter update every Friday from here on out, until it’s over, so fingers crossed I can accomplish that. Enjoy! :D

Cloud Nine

You surfaced from the depths of sleep slowly, rather than the more abrupt jolt to consciousness that usually started off your days. Feeling cozy and relaxed, a slight smile tipped your lips in contentment. It didn’t take long to realize that the reason for your positive mood was the large, warm body with which you were currently sharing the tiny, twin-sized bed.

Eyes blinking open, you took in the delightful sight of masculine bare skin. You were curled up against Negan’s side, cheek cushioned on his chest and both legs were wrapped around his nearest thigh. The bedsheet was pulled up over your back and ended teasingly right above his hips. One of your hands lay palm-down on his stomach, fingers twitching slightly in delight at the feel of the hard muscles beneath the soft skin. You could tell from the curve of his body that he was sitting with his back reclined against the rickety headboard. You might’ve found his positioning odd, but you were still a little hazy from sleep and so could only feel happiness at not waking up to an empty bed, like last time. 

You were on cloud nine after talking things out with him last night. Being able to work through a conflict together had been major progress, and you had been proud of yourself for laying down your boundaries regarding your here-to-stay friendship with Ben, as well as standing your ground regarding the situation with Trixie and the pregnancy test. It was important that Negan learn to trust you when it came to situations such as those, and it seemed as though that message had finally gotten through to him last night. 

The fact that he had even come to your room and taken the huge step of apologizing for his hasty reaction still had you a bit in shock. The evening had panned out much differently than your original plan of going to bed angry. Instead, you had gone to bed very satisfied, and then woken up next to the man who was very quickly becoming essential to your daily happiness.

He must’ve felt you shift against him, one hand coming down to rub your bare shoulder as he gave a soft, “Mornin’, doll.” 

His raspy morning voice sent tingles down your spine, even as your brain fought to stay awake. It still felt way too early to be sitting up and conversing, so instead of returning the greeting, you buried closer into his side and grumbled, “What time is it?” The words were muffled against his skin, nose pressed into his chest hair as you inhaled the glorious male scent of him. 

You felt him lean over towards the side table. He must’ve been checking your watch, because he replied, “‘Bout 6:50.”

“Jesus Christ.” 

“Language.” 

“Hmph. Do you always get up so early?”

“It’s more productive than sleeping half the day away and being late to everything.” 

That got more of a response, as you finally lifted your head to glare up at him for the jab. However, he didn’t notice, as he was too focused on the book held in front of him. It was then that you realized why he was sitting up in bed, a smirk crossing your face at the novel he had open and was intensely reading. You felt a spark of desire low in your belly, the sight of a sleep-tousled and naked Negan lounging in your bed while reading Harry Potter an unexpected, but welcomed, aphrodisiac.

“Thought you didn’t read ‘fucking kid books’?” you sarcastically asked, quoting back his initial description of the series. 

You received only a low grunt in response, his eyes not leaving the page. You weren’t offended, since you’d probably react the same way to someone trying to interrupt a reading of Harry Potter. In fact, you were a bit jealous that he got to experience the magical world for the first time. His curiosity must’ve gotten the better of him when he saw it lying on your bedside table, and it appeared as if he had already read a small chunk of it. 

He didn’t seem to notice you staring, his attention still focused on the book. In fact, he held the page a scant few inches from his face, eyes squinted into slits. The sight was a tad humorous, though you wondered how long he had been struggling to see the words. 

“I thought you needed glasses to read?” you asked. 

“Fuck, you always so full of questions this early in the morning, doll?”

You pinched his side hard enough to make him jump and growl out another expletive, before giving him a saccharine smile and lifting a brow expectantly when he glared down at you.

Attention finally taken off the book, he reached over and plopped it down on the side table before rubbing his eyes with both palms. “I do. Felt like it took me a fucking hour to get through that last page.”

The fact that he had continued trying to read and hadn’t easily given up, despite his struggle to see the words, told you more than anything how much he must’ve been enjoying the novel. A warm thrill settled in your chest at the thought of him taking an interest in something he usually wouldn't bother with simply because you enjoyed it. 

The warm thrill morphed into more of a low heat and traveled down your body as your gaze refocused on his bare skin. Moving the hand on his stomach upward over his chest, your fingertips traced the outline of the tattoo on his left pec.

“What prompted you to get this?” you asked, curious if there was a meaning behind the skull and criss-crossed rifles.

Giving a low chuckle, he replied, “Youth and stupidity.” 

Giving a huffed laugh in return, you trailed curious fingers over to the other tattoos on his arms, inquiring about each one as you went. Some had a story behind them, others not so much (you had tried not to roll your eyes when he explained that the revolver on his right forearm was the same one he had handled once and thought was ‘fucking cool as shit’). He also had a few scars on his upper body, some from before the apocalypse but most from after. You listened intently as he opened up about each one, drinking in as much personal information about the man beside you as possible.

Not wanting to stop the exploration just yet, you pushed up on your other elbow and journeyed over his throat, tracing his Adam’s apple before running your fingers delicately through the surprisingly soft beard framing his gorgeous mouth. 

Capturing the questing hand in his own, he brought your fingers to his lips. The breath caught in your chest when he kissed the mostly-healed scar from the knife injury you had acquired a few weeks prior. Heart beating frantically at the gentle gesture, you smiled up at him when he released your hand and allowed it to resume exploring.

“So,” you tried for calm and casual, fingers moving up to lightly trace his ear before diving into his thick hair and mapping the streaks of salt within the pepper. “What are your plans for today?”

It took him a few seconds to answer, his eyes having fluttered closed as your nails gently massaged his scalp. You smiled at his obvious enjoyment of your touch, at how he had lowered his walls in this moment and was allowing himself to be both physically and emotionally vulnerable.��

“I wish they were to stay here and enjoy this fucking delightful body of yours all day, but I have a meeting with my Saviors at eight.” 

The thought of spending an entire day frolicking in bed with Negan caused a dreamy sigh to leave your lips. His eyes opened and zeroed in on your mouth at the sound, that magical tongue of his coming out to lick his bottom lip as he added, “Though, that’s still about an hour away…”

At that, he quickly rolled over so his lean body was pinning you into the mattress, his lips cutting off your squeal of surprise before it even left your throat. The hand still in his hair tightened, causing him to give a low groan and grind his hips down into yours. You tried to make a mental note of his reaction to the touch, but seeing as how there were no barriers keeping his quickly-hardening erection from pressing into your thigh, all higher levels of brain function quickly flew out of the room. 

Bracing above you, he leaned down and started kissing your neck, a move guaranteed to make you melt. When his mouth descended over the curve of your breasts, you tried to lift your head to watch his downward progress but a sharp pang of discomfort at your scalp made you wince and try to jerk away, which only succeeded in making the pain even worse. 

“Ow, wait!” you blurted, causing Negan to instantly freeze and look up at you in alarm. 

“Doll, what-”

“You’re on my hair! Move your hand!”

Quickly realizing his mistake, Negan moved the hand that had accidentally been pinning a large chunk of your hair, and by proxy your head, to the mattress. 

“Fucking hell, I’m sorry, doll,” he cursed, making as if to lift his body off you entirely. 

Now wanting his faux pas to ruin the moment, you pushed his shoulders sideways and hooked a leg up over his hip before commanding, “Roll over.”

He hesitated for a moment before relenting, the two of you somehow able to switch places on the narrow, twin-sized bed without falling off. Once the semi-awkward resituating was done, he was on his back and you were straddling his hips. The move caused the sheet to fall off, exposing your entire body to his gaze. Based on the way his eyes grew hazy with lust as they took in your bared curves, not to mention his obvious erection, it was safe to say that he didn’t mind this change in position one bit. 

Warm, calloused palms drifted up over your thighs, hips, and the sides of your waist, before cupping breasts that were begging for his touch. Leaning down, your already-hardened nipples pressed into his palms as you kissed him hungrily. Shifting your hips, you started rubbing forwards and backwards over the erection pressed between both your lower stomachs. You moaned into each other’s mouths at the sensation, pussy lips parting around his girth so that your wetness coated his cock, the fat head bumping against your clit with each slide. 

“I think I like being in charge,” you purred. 

Giving a dark chuckle that sent shivers down your spine, he replied, “Enjoy it while it fucking lasts.”

Planning to do just that, you reached over to pluck a condom off the side table, incredibly grateful to whatever deity helped you successfully open the foil packet and smoothly roll the latex down over him on the first try. Tossing the empty packet over the side of the bed, you wrapped slightly trembling fingers around his swollen cock and lifted your hips, lining him up with your entrance. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly slid down his length, mouth falling open on a whimper at the feel of him parting overly-sensitive flesh that was still a bit sore from the activities of the previous night. Despite Negan’s initial threat over you stealing both coconut oil from the kitchen and condoms from his room, his only “punishment” last night had been fucking you relentlessly into the mattress until you had multiple orgasms and could barely even remember your own name.

In spite of the slight burn as sore muscles again stretched around his thickness, you didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside. His cock felt so big in this position that it was almost overwhelming, but you sat up so that your hands were braced on his chest and used your thigh muscles to start a slow up and down rhythm. 

His fingers reached up and pinched your nipples, causing you to clench around him. He groaned at the sensation, gaze becoming more intense when you slightly picked up the pace. It felt magnificent, but at the same time you craved more of the hard, rough friction that he had given you the night before. Body trying to find that friction on its own, your hips swiveled in a circle as you sank back down, which must’ve felt just as amazing for him as it did you, since he gave a strangled moan at the same moment his hands immobilized your hips in a bruising grip. 

“Alright, doll. My turn.”

That was the only warning you got before he braced his feet against the mattress and moved up in you, hard. Falling forward onto your palms with a gasp, fingers curled into the bedsheet and hips writhed in pleasure when he repeated the move. He continued the sharp, deep thrusts, watching your face closely before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and pulling your mouth down to his own. His tongue thrust into your mouth possessively, as if trying to claim as much of you at once as he could. The pace was brutal yet unhurried, each thrust feeling like a deliberate attack on your sanity as his movements drew fire over your skin and consumed you, body and soul. 

Pressing down into him while leaning forward caused your clit to grind against his lower abdomen in the perfect way with each thrust, building up the orgasm that had previously hovered just out of reach. Breaking the kiss with a cry, you saw the expression of intense concentration on his face as he continued to move your bodies together in perfect rhythm. Breasts pressed into his chest and mouth panting at his ear, your body gave into his, letting him drive you up and over the edge, into the abyss of pleasure. 

“Negan,” you moaned, muscles tightening then releasing as the orgasm washed through you. His answering grunt and curse signaled his own release, though he continued his driving rhythm through it all, wringing each drop of pleasure from your body until it collapsed limply on top of his.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you again traced over the tattoo on his chest, waiting for your heartbeat and breathing to slow back down to normal. Glancing up his body, you found him already looking back down at you, a relaxed and satisfied grin on his lips that was only witnessed behind closed doors, when the two of you were alone. His hand idly stroked over a piece of hair laying on your shoulder, the gesture making you think back to earlier when he had accidentally pinned you to the mattress, and the resulting ungraceful maneuvering to switch positions in a bed that was entirely too small for two adult bodies. A light laugh escaped you that caused Negan to raise an eyebrow in question. 

“Just remembering your super smooth move from earlier,” you teased. You wouldn’t admit this out loud, but it was actually a bit of a relief to know that even Mr. Harem-of-Wives, Sex-God Negan wasn’t always flawless in the sack. 

“Making fun of me, doll?” he growled. 

“Maybe.”

Whack. The loud crack, accompanied by the slight sting of sensation against your left asscheek, caused you to jump and look at him in wide-eyed shock. 

“Did you just spank me?!” you exclaimed.

“Maybe.”

Before you could form an appropriate reply, he silenced any retort with his lips. Shallow creature that you apparently were, the move worked, and when he pulled away a long minute later, your brain conveniently forgot why you were supposed to be coming up with a retort in the first place. 

Negan glanced over at the side table, where your watch sat. Also looking over, you saw that it was now almost 7:30am, which meant he had half an hour to go back to his room and become presentable for his 8am Savior meeting. You were curious what the meeting was about, but didn’t want to ruin the perfection of the morning by bringing up a potentially serious topic. 

“Much as I hate to say it, doll, duty fucking calls.”

Your expression must’ve showcased more than you thought, since he gave a chuckle and said, “How about I make it up to you by finishing our fucking chess bet?”

Interest instantly piqued, you sat up on his chest and replied, “The third outing?! Can we go today?”

He looked at you consideringly, before giving a slight nod and agreeing. “We fucking could, but I won’t be free until the dinner hour.” 

Much as you didn’t want to skip out on your duties, even if it was with the leader of the establishment, you also weren’t about to turn down more alone time with Negan, especially outside of the Sanctuary. 

“I could meet you at the front gate at 5?” you suggested. That would give you just enough time to make sure dinner was fully prepped and almost ready to serve, since the community ate their meal from 5 to 7pm. It lessened the guilt, since you wouldn’t be completely leaving Ben and the staff short-handed. 

“Works for me, doll,” he said, gently rolling you off his body and to the narrow strip of mattress free beside him.

Biting your lower lip to keep from gasping at the empty sensation when he pulled out his now-flaccid dick, you watched him rise slowly from the bed. You took possessive pleasure in viewing his naked body, thighs clenching at the sight of him stretching muscular arms up towards the ceiling with his head tipped back. The pop of his back and resulting grunt made you comment, “I think from now on we might be better off in your bed. I have no clue how we even managed to fit in mine all night.” 

“Thank fucking god. If I have to spend any more nights in that fucking thing, I’ll be stiffer than a cock in a brothel.” 

Rolling your eyes at his that’s-so-Negan one-liner, you pulled the sheet up over your chest and settled in to watch him get dressed. You felt a bit like a voyeur when he removed the condom, tied off the end, and tossed it into the little garbage can. You felt a lot like a voyeur when he leaned down to pick up his boxer briefs and the sight of his bent-over ass almost made you whimper out loud. 

“You sure you can’t skip the meeting and stay here?” The words left your lips before your brain could even stop them. 

Turning to look at you, the desire must have been written all over your face because that muscle in his jaw ticked and he ran a hand down over his beard in obvious frustration. You swore he started to take a step back towards the bed, but he caught himself and instead returned to the task of getting dressed. 

When he was done putting on the navy tee and dark grey pants, complete with his signature black boots, he did finally come back over to the bed. Leaning down, he cupped a warm hand possessively around the side of your neck and placed a heated kiss on your lips before slightly pulling back and saying in that sinful, husky voice, “5 o’clock, doll. You better be ready for me.” 

With that, he straightened, crossed the room, and let himself out. As the door clicked softly shut behind him, you replied with a dazed, “Yes, sir.”

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