#i hope you guys are staying cool and beating the heat

[lehguru]

GYM (STAFF) CRUSH + RORONOA ZORO

getting a part-time job at your local gym during the summer sounded like a good idea. the guy you've been eyeing for months thought the same thing.

info: my submission to the help wanted! collab hosted by the @interstellar-inn!! its been sum time since i last wrote sum this big sob. wc 1.5k — warnings: gym talk, a gym goer is a bit of an weirdo towards reader, swearing || ko-fi

if you focused enough, you could see the heat waves coming from the asphalt outside. the sun seemed unbearable—you felt bad for the people that left their cars in the parking lot—, but the air conditioner hitting you right in the back of your neck ensured you were comfortable. as you were typing away in the reception computer, pretending to do the spreadsheet the manager asked you to fill (before she simply left, the surfboard on top of her car a good clue to where she went), you lost yourself in the song playing on the loud speakers.

fortunately, you managed to put your playlist on that day. All the songs playing not only were the ones you listened to while working out, but also were your favorites to daydream with too. while you were softly dancing and shaking your head to the beats, you didn’t notice one of your coworkers approaching you.

the burly man rested his forearms against the counter, his gray eyes started to watch your movements and one of his eyebrows raised. you finally turned around, you wanted to get some documents to actually submit something to the spreadsheet, and jumped back, one of your hands coming to rest against your chest. your eyes locked into his cold ones, your cheeks immediately heating up. his eyes narrowed for a split second; if you weren’t staring at his face, that would’ve escaped you.

“dude! you scared me!” you took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heavy gaze staring at you.

“sorry,” he muttered, his deep voice making it sound almost like a growl. he placed a clipboard in front of you, the title ‘storage’ making you hum softly. “the inventory and stuff we need to buy.”

you nodded, thanking him quietly and smiling at him. the man didn’t smile back. he never did, anyway. he nodded and turned around, walking back inside the gym and leaving you with your inner turmoil. as you sighed loudly and turned to the computer again, you tried to focus on the work.

getting a summer job wasn’t a bad idea. as a college student, you could use some extra money for emergencies—even if you knew you would end up spending it anyway, it was still extra money. your local gym had some job openings and you, someone who went there everyday, thought it was a good idea to send an application. it was indeed a good idea, the job was easy, you could stay in a cool environment while the heat outside seemed to cook you alive, plus it paid you enough. the only problem was that he had the same idea.

roronoa zoro was your gym crush for a while. you were convinced he was everyone’s gym crush, though. throughout the couple of months since the first time you saw him—you still remember how your eyes widened seeing his broad back flexing during pull ups—, you noticed that you both went to the gym at the same time and, fortunately, sometimes your workout would match his. the longest interaction you two had, before starting to work together, was him asking if you were done with using a specific bench. you murmured a quick and embarrassed ‘yes’, almost tripping over your own feet in the process, and he just nodded, taking your place in the bench as you walked to your next exercise.

you thought that having to see you almost everyday would make him open up, but the green haired man always kept you at arms length, never letting you past the ‘we are coworkers’ wall. you sighed once again, frowning slightly and erasing another random line of letters you typed to look busy. a small cough and an ‘excuse me’ took your attention from the screen, from your thoughts as well, and you turned around, hoping to see zoro standing there. unfortunately, it was one of the guys that always caused some kind of trouble around the gym—your manager didn’t really care enough to kick him out or even give him a warning.

you put on your best customer service smile and blinked sweetly at him. “yes, sir? how may i help you?” you said, trying to not sound like you wanted him gone… which you did.

“can you change the music or something?” he said, placing his hands on the counter and leaning towards you, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you. you raised your eyebrows at his behavior and he carried on, not caring about your reaction. “i forgot my headphones, so i have to listen to what you guys play.”

the smile on your face faltered for a second. the urge to just tell him off, say that him forgetting his headphone wasn't your problem, overwhelmed you quickly; biting your tongue, you answered:

“unfortunately, there's nothing we can do. the playlist is selected by the staff and—”

“you're staff, you can change it then.” he cut you off and smirked, making you almost roll your eyes. “c'mon, this playlist fucking sucks. anything will be better.”

before any other word could escape his crusty lips, a voice you grew used to interjected into the conversation. “i like this playlist.”

you both turned to look at zoro and you bit your lower lip to hide a smile. your coworker was looking terrifying; his arms were crossed, his biceps and shoulders seemed like they were about to burst open the black sleeve of his shirt, and the absolute angry gaze he shot at the man—who was now cowering a little—made you almost feel bad for him.

“is there any problem, sir?” you placed a hand over your mouth, trying to hide your giggle in a subtle way. if you looked at zoro, you would see how the corner of his lips curve up for a moment.

the guy shook his head and put his hands up, slowly backing away from the counter and leaving through the front door. as soon as he left, you allowed a soft chuckle to escape your lips. before you could thank zoro, or call the other guy an asshole, the man in front of you murmured loud enough for you to hear:

“fuckin’ asshole.” he turned to look at you. a deep breath made his chest wave up and down, your eyes flicking from that movement back to his eyes. “you good?”

you nodded. the muscles on his jaw flexed and roronoa opened his lips slightly, as if he was about to say something, but he closed them again. you wish you could be inside his mind, the curiosity of what he wanted to say made you lean forward; you hoped it would make him want to say.

instead, he uncrossed his arms and rubbed the back of his head. “i will be in the back.”

you felt a little bit…disappointed. you hoped he would stay there and talk to you a little more. the situation you just went through was shitty, but it made him stand up for you. you wanted him to stay there, to use the situation as an excuse to be with you for the rest of your shift, but you just nodded.

“i— your buzz cut looks nice.” you blurted out of nowhere, making you want to slap yourself in the face. you prayed he wouldn't notice your embarrassment.

if he did, he didn't mention it. he just chuckled, a deep and husky sound that almost made you giggle again, and growled a ‘thanks’.

as you tried to settle back into your work, you couldn't shake off the small feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach. it wasn't necessarily bad, it just…annoyed you. having the man as your gym crush was already annoying, how would you work with him if you had a real crush? you felt your face heating up even more, but you were pulled away from your thoughts by zoro himself; not even five minutes after he left, he came back to the reception.

“actually…” he started, his eyebrows furrowing. “do you want to work out with me tomorrow?”

the way your eyes widened gave out your surprise, but you quickly answered. “su— sure!” you licked your lips—you were obvious to the way he followed the movement with his eyes and licked his own lips—and sighed. “but the manager did say that thing about ‘no workplace relationships’... not that this would be a relationship, i mean—”

“fuck the manager.” he growled, shutting you instantly. you smiled with joy at his audacity, you wanted to say the same out loud for a while. “see you at the same hour tomorrow, then?”

you nodded. “yeah. same hour.”

he nodded too and walked away, this time a big smirk—it was your first time seeing anything like that—stamped on his face. you scoffed. did you seriously let him defend you and be the one to take the first step?

well…at least that gave you a push to be the one to initiate a kiss.

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Maybe could i request: the AC went out! Starring Choso or Nanamin? I'm excited about this event, ur my fav author ☺️

Summer Heat

Summary: Marie’s Summer Smut Fest prompt: The AC is down!

Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral sex f!receiving, mentions of sex, sweaty sex

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A/N: Let the summer fest start!! I love you so much sweetie! I get so excited seeing your comments! I hope you enjoy!!

“It’s so damn hot!” You complained, fanning yourself with your hand

“The repair man should be here in a few hours.” Choso watches you press your face against the marble countertop. “If you wanna go downstairs and wait in the lobby, I’ll stay here for the repair guy.”

Lifting your head off the counter, sweat down your boyfriend’s neck. The idea of going downstairs to cool off was tempting. You couldn’t just leave your boyfriend up here to suffer by himself. Instead of saying anything, you grabbed your water bottle and downed it. Choso’s cheeks flush, and he watches sweat rolling down your neck and sliding over your collarbone before trailing down your cleavage. He was getting hotter the longer he watched you, and it wasn’t because of the lack of air conditioning.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll wait with you.”

“Hm,” Choso chimed in, slowly approaching you, his finger toying with the strap of your tank top. “Well, if you’re still hot, you could take this off. It might help keep you cool until maintenance arrives.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right.” Without much thought, you tug the top off, tossing it towards the couch. “That feels so much bet—ah!”

The second Choso’s dark eyes meet your bear, sweaty stomach. He lost all control. He grabbed the edge of the counter, pinning you back against it. His head bent down, tongue trailing over a beat of sweat that ran down your neck before he began licking lower, running his tongue over your breasts, his fingers pushing up your sports, exposing your tits to him. He nipped and sucked at the beads of sweat littering your skin before he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on the heartening bud, grazing over it gently with his teeth, drawing moans from you.

“C-Cho—” You cried out, fisting your hand into his dark hair as he popped off your breast before moving onto your other, swirling his tongue around your nipple. “B-Baby—ah fuck! W-what—nngh!”

Choso continued littering your pretty skin with hickeys before he reached for your black booty shorts, which he nearly ripped off of you with a purpose. You had opted out of wearing underwear today, which is one last article of clothing to worry about. Meaning, Choso had easy access to your cunt now.

“You smell so good, so fucking sweet.” Your boyfriend whispered against your thighs as he grabbed both your legs, forcing them onto the barstool, spreading yourself wide open for him. “Mmmhmm fuuuck-~” his tongue darted out, laughing gently at your clit.

“Nngh!” You grabbed hold of both his buns, gripping them for dear life as his tongue traced shapes over your sensitive clit. “C-Choso!” Sweat began beating on both of your foreheads as Choso licked and lapped at your dripping aching sex, his hand stroking himself through his basketball shorts, squeezing his hard cock. The little moans and the taste of you had Choso moving his tongue faster over here, twitching, throbbing pussy. His tongue stopped tracing shapes, opting to write his name over your clit with his talented tongue.

Your vision began blurring from your boyfriend’s lapping tongue to the room's heat. “C-Cho~!” he grabbed onto his buns, pulling him closer to your dripping sex. “J-Just like, yes baby, that— just like that!!” hearing you praise him having your hands yanking his hair, had Choso’s brows knitting together as his hand moved over his cock faster.

“M-m’—mph!” Choso cried out, eyes burning with lust as he looked up into your eyes. “M-Mm!” not desperate, turned into a feral glare as Choso hooked his arms under your legs, steadying you as he shoved his pierced tongue inside of you.

“A-Agh—fuck!!” you screamed as you lost yourself feeling your boyfriend’s tongue clapping and licking at your slick walls with a growl. Choso looked as if he was losing his absolute shit as he looked as he smeared your juices all over his pretty face.

Watching him lose himself between your thighs as his hand furiously jerked himself off with all you needed to fall apart. You came screaming his name as you squirted all over his face. Feeling your juice, lashed out across his face, had his cock twitching in his pants before Choso came hard, painting the inside of his shorts.

Ragged breathing filled the kitchen as you watched Choso pull his face away from your cunt. When he finished planting kisses along the inside of your thighs, he stole a glance at you and saw that as fast as he could.

“Honey?” You were panting, coated in a thin layer of sweat. “Oh my god, Sweetie!” Choso frantically pulled your shorts back on before he gave you a gentle shake, afraid that he may have pushed you over the line too far. “Are you okay?!”

“Hot.” Was all you managed to get out, causing your boyfriend’s eyes to go wide with horror.

“I’ll go get you an ice pack!” Choso didn’t make it two steps before you yanked him back into your arms. “W-What ar—mm!” Your lips pressed against his and needy, hungry kiss before you all, but shoved your tongue into his mouth. The tangy you lingered on his tongue as you swirled around his mouth, dominating him. It wasn't until he was whining that you began pushing his shorts down to his knees.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot I need you.”

“But you’re sweating a lot. Are you sure you’re—hhagh!”

You yanked his cock out, pushing his hardening tip against your dripping entrance as you held your shorts to the side. “Fuck me, Cho.” With a gulp and a nod, Choso slammed into you and fucked you on every cool surface in your apartment, the countertop, fridge, and the tile. When the maintenance man finally showed up, you and Choso were drenched in sweat, winning a sympathetic win from the repair man.

“I’m so sorry it took so long. You guys should be cool here pretty soon.”

“Mm— I doubt that.” You whispered sweetly in your boyfriend‘s ear. Both of you knew that the apartment started to cool down the second he left things were going to pick up right where you had left off; hot and sweaty sex.

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[mermaidgirl30]

✨Slip Into Me: Part 1 Saved Before Dusk✨

QZ! Joel x fem! reader

Series Masterlist Kofi

A/N: This just stumbled upon me when I was driving home from work this week, so I wrote this in about a day. I’m still not sure how I feel about the first chapter, but I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for giving this a read for me! (I cannot keep up with tags, so be sure to go follow my notifications blog if you want to be notified when I post @mermaidgirl30-updates)

Chapter Summary: You run into trouble with one of the FEDRA soldiers, but a broad, handsome stranger comes along and intervenes.

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Chapter Tags: QZ! Joel, outbreak au, FEDRA soldier tries to attack reader, Joel steps in and saves reader, soft Joel, a bit of pining and a little flirting, eventual smut in next chapter, no use y/n

Word Count: 6.1k

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

  The Boston QZ is grimy, filthy, overrun with FEDRA soldiers who stalk and parade up and down the city of turmoil. Their tanks fill the streets night and day, ordering people around as if they were their own personal slaves. The buildings are rundown, furniture tattered and torn, bodies filing in and out day after day just trying to survive off the little ration cards they collect every week. 

   It’s not a place you wanted to stumble upon, not a home at all. But this was where you’d stay for now because your group was all gone, killed by feral raiders who murdered your friends in cold blood. You were the only one left, untouched in an infected world. You were lucky to make it out alive, but at what cost? You sure as hell didn’t want to stay here in this cage. But you guess it’s better than being attacked by infected or murdered in your sleep. 

   They offered you a little apartment, ration cards for a hard day’s work cleaning and organizing weapons for FEDRA. You don’t trust any of the soldiers, don’t dare look them in the eyes most days, only when you have to. Maybe one day you’ll make it out of here alive, but for now this place is giving you shelter, food, running water, electricity. It sure beats living on your own out in the woods somewhere where no one else can defend you. You’ve learned to be on your own, but that doesn’t mean you like it. 

   The air is warm as dusk draws near, the summer heat stifling even as you walk through the shade. Your shift is over, dinner gone and finished, so now it’s time to go back to your cold, lonely apartment. Maybe tonight you’ll actually get some decent sleep instead of waking up screaming from nightmares of distant times. You still see faces of loved ones you lost get murdered by infected and raiders, friends starve to death, companions freeze to death. You don’t know how you made it all this way, but you did. You had to stop holding on to the past, it wasn’t coming back for you. 

   You swipe your fingers against the cool bricks of falling apart buildings, making your way through the narrow alleyway that’ll lead to your apartment building. Just as you pass a stairwell on the side of the brick building, a dark shadow makes its way toward you. 

   You freeze, stopping dead in your tracks, fingertips still tracing the rough bricks. There’s a tall FEDRA man walking toward you. Navy blue pants, combat boots, a camouflage vest strapped tight to his chest. He looks menacing. Piercing blue eyes narrowing your way, coarse blonde locks that look like pure ice, a large scar running down the side of his dirty neck, and fists locked tight at his sides. 

   “Hey, girl. What do you think you’re doing out here all alone? Up to no good I suppose?” he asks as he stalks toward you like a hungry tiger, eyes locked with yours as a smirk meets his chapped lips. 

   You back up to the brick wall, feeling like you could sink like jello into the dusty cracks of the brown faded bricks. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. You’re trapped like a helpless little mouse. “No, I’m just trying to get back to my apartment.”

   “Sun’s about to go down, shouldn’t be out so late in the day close to curfew. You’re up to no good, aren’t ya? Trying to sneak around and steal some ration cards?”

   “No, I…”

   “Don’t lie!” He bites back, jaw seething as he pulls your wrist and clamps down on your skin. It feels like wires setting your nerves on fire, like he’s ripping through your delicate bones. 

   “Please, I’m only trying to get back. Let me go,” you beg, using all your might to get out of his tight grip. 

   “I don’t think so, love. Thieves get searched, and I’m gonna search you till I find what I’m looking for,” he snarks. 

   Before you can fight your way out of this mess, he spins you around and pins you to the wall, slamming your face into the sharp bricks as you cry out in pain. He crowds your body, digging his fingers into your hips as his other hand shoves your face against the searing surface. You can’t break free, can’t fight your way out of this. He’s too strong, too overpowering. You’re completely helpless. 

   “Please, stop,” you whine, feeling a warm tear slip down your cheek. 

   “No, I don’t think so, doll. Think I’ll stay right here between your…”

   Before he can finish his sentence, you hear a deep gruff voice growl behind you. “Get the fuck off her, Seth.” You feel the soldier’s weight being dragged off you, hear the sounds of a body being thrown into the side of the opposite wall. 

   You spin around and freeze, watching a stranger punch the soldier’s face with bruised knuckles. The soldier spits blood from his mouth, but the other man grabs the edge of his navy collar and pins his back against the brick wall.

   “Think you’re a tough guy, Seth? Think it’s alright to put your filthy hands on her? I’m sure she didn’t ask you to, so mind your fuckin’ manners and keep your goddamn paws off her,” he growls, spitting up into the soldier’s wide eyes.

   You don’t know what to do, what to think. All your brain can do is eye the back of the man who saved you. He’s tall, so very broad, wide shoulders, tousled dark curls that probably feel like silk. His green flannel is rolled up to his elbows, exposing cascading veins that drape down his tanned skin, ending in massive calloused hands. His dark jeans are faded, worn brown boots covering his feet. He looks like your knight in shining armor, your saving grace. Why he saved you, you don’t know. But you want to find out, now. 

   The soldier laughs in his face, but he only grips his collar tighter as he sends another punch to his swollen eye. When he spits more blood, he turns back to your savior and laughs casually like he didn’t just get beaten up. “Fancy meeting you here, Miller. Say, you ever find those cigarettes and drugs we sent you out for?”

   He clenches his jaw, releasing his collar so he can push the soldier again against the wall. “Ain’t got nothin’ for you, Seth. You want some, you can give me more ration cards,” he hisses. 

   The soldier laughs, shaking his head back and forth. “Five,” he wagers. 

   “Ten,” the broad man demands with narrowed eyes. 

   He raises his hands in defeat and sighs. “Fine, ten it is. Just hurry up with my order, will ya?”

   The other man slaps his face, hard. You can practically hear the split of a rubber band snapping against skin. The soldier cowers over, holding the side of his mouth in pain as he stands back up slowly. “Tell me to hurry up one more time, and I’ll break your jaw,” he seethes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready, Seth. You’ll be the very last.”

   He narrows his cold blue eyes, pointing a finger accusingly at the man who saved you. “Better watch it, Miller.”

   “You threatening me? I shouldn’t be the one that’s careful, you be careful. Wait till Tess hears about this,” he growls with furrowed eyebrows. 

   Seth backs up all wide-eyed and bruised, like he’s afraid of the name Tess. Before he can get anywhere, the broad bodied man nods his head to him. “Get out of here, and don’t mess with this girl again. Got it?” he growls with the bite of his scowling jaw. 

   Seth looks over at you and nods before he runs off in the opposite direction, clutching his vest like it’s the only thing keeping him at bay. 

   He huffs out a deep breath and turns to you, furrowed eyebrows turning into a contemplative, concerned expression. Your eyes go wide, taking in the front of his face for the first time. He’s absolutely gorgeous. Dark brown eyes that look like pools of honey hone your vision, sweaty, tanned skin glistening in the fading light of day. His dark beard is threaded with silver, a strong jaw set with plush lips that half open when he looks at you. He’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, and he’s so fucking broad. You decide then that his eyes could kill, they could devastate anyone in their wake by how beautiful they are. Warm chocolate eyes flecked with wisps of honey brown. Absolutely breathtaking.

   “You alright there?” he asks with concern lathered in his voice, careful with his large steps as he walks up to you. 

   “Oh, I’m… yeah, I’m fine,” you breathe out, suddenly forgetful on how to take deep breaths. Your heart is racing wildly, you swear it’s about to fly out of your chest. 

   He reaches out, but stops himself. Instead, he just points out the left side of your face. “Your face. You’re hurt,” he says with a scowl, clenching his hand into a tight fist at his side like he’s furious at the soldier for hurting you.

   Your hand shoots up to the side of your face, and that’s when you feel it. The blood, the aching feeling of having your face bashed into the hard bricks. “Ahh, fuck,” you whine, hissing when you try to brush your fingertips over the swelling area. 

   “Here, c’mon. Follow me. I’ll get ya taken care of. I’ve got supplies back at my place. Can fix ya up in no time,” he offers as he nods his head for you to follow. You stay put, weighing your options. You don’t know this man, but he saved you, so he must be safe.

   He takes a few steps forward and turns back around when he doesn’t see you following. “You comin’?” he asks with hope in his brown eyes. 

   You take a moment to breathe and then nod, agreeing to go with him. “Yeah, lead the way.”

   You follow after him, letting him lead you away from the narrow, dark alleyway. When you get on the sidewalk of the main street you notice he walks on the outside of you, like he’s shielding you from any other soldiers who might give you a hard time. You don’t know why he does it, but you owe him a huge debt now. 

   You cross your arms over your teal t-shirt, looking up at the tall man who saved your life while he leads you to building two where he must live. You’re about to speak, but he beats you to it. “You know, you shouldn’t be out alone when the sun’s about to go down. A bunch of no good soldiers swarmin’ the streets here. What were you even doin’ out?” he asks, turning to a stairwell where he leads you up to the second floor. 

   “I was just heading back to my apartment. I got a late start with work today, had some things to finish up.”

   He hums, looking back at you with furrowed brows. “Next time walk back with someone. Seth ain’t the only lowlife soldier. Gotta be more careful,” he tsks as he takes out a golden key in the pocket of his denim jeans. 

   You sigh, feeling as if he’s somehow blaming you for not knowing the safety rules around here. “Look, I’m new here. I didn’t know any better. I was just trying to get back to my place. I didn’t… I didn’t…”

   “Whoa, hey. S’alright. Nobody said you did anythin’ wrong. I’m jus’ sayin’ watch yourself. Alright?” he asks with his hands raised, like he means no harm. 

   You drop your guard and sigh. “Sorry, just a little on edge,” you mutter. 

   “Don’t blame ya one bit. Now, c’mon. Take a seat at the table. I’ll get you a warm washcloth,” he instructs as he opens the rusted red door, the hinges squeaking while you make your way into his little apartment. 

   He shuts the door, and you take in your surroundings. The walls are covered with chipped white paint, the kitchen tiny, a little solid wooden table surrounded by two brown dining room chairs. The living room is open, a sunken leather couch with a broken coffee table sitting in the middle of an old, threaded blue rug. White satin stain coated curtains cover the glass window, and light shines dimly throughout the small apartment. It’s worn down, but it’s cozy enough. 

   You make your way over to one of the chairs, slowly pulling it back as to not make it drag across the hardwood floor. When you get comfy in the back of the chair, you watch Joel disappear into the other room, listening to the trickle of a running faucet while the bathroom light shines down the narrow hallway. 

   You fidget your fingers together, tapping your foot nervously on the dusty floor. You’re in his apartment, the man who just saved your life. And he’s tall, broad, and devastatingly handsome. His looks could surely kill a man with just the gaze of those dark flecked eyes. He had danger written all over those honey colored eyes. Eyes that could eat you alive.  

   He comes back down the hall a minute later, tan washcloth in hand, flannel sleeves rolled up to his elbows, corded veins skating all the way down to his massive hands. You’re nervous just by those large, thick fingers grasping the washcloth. You wonder what they’d feel like on your skin. Maybe like burning fire, hot charcoal, extreme heat rushing off his rough fingertips. He might feel like wildfire. 

   He pulls up the kitchen chair across from you and grunts when he sits, like his whole body hurts from the weight of working in the summer heat of the QZ. “Look up for me,” he requests, sliding his chair a tad bit closer to yours, enough to brush his knees against yours. 

   You gasp when his fingertips meet your skin, his hand cupping your chin and turning your injured cheek to where he can reach you. You were right. His fingers do feel like wildfire, calluses gliding against your smooth skin as he gets a good hold on you. It’s almost enough to send you jolting from the chair. 

   “This might sting a bit. Jus’ hold still,” he says gently, a deep voice escaping behind plush lips. You wince a little when the warm material meets your wound, but you relax when he gives you that certain look that says be still. 

   You hiss a little at the contact of the warm cloth across the scrapes on the side of your face. He makes eye contact with you and asks with those deep brown eyes if you’re okay, stopping his movements for just a second before you nod and let him continue. 

   From here you can see how clear the dark flecks in his eyes shine, a faint red scar above his right eye, silver threaded coarse beard that looks almost soft to the touch, and pink lips that look so inviting. He watches you study him, his own eyes flicking back and forth from your injury to your eyes, silently assessing you with a wary stare. 

   You see it in his eyes, he’s curious about you, maybe interested, but he doesn’t give much away. You see pain behind those dark irises, a worn body just getting by in the QZ day after day. You don’t know him, but you can tell this much. He’s reserved, quiet, careful, a man that keeps his guard up. You’d like to see behind those walls, if only for a moment. See what all he’s really been through. 

   After a couple more seconds of silence he finally talks. “You new here? Haven’t seen you around these parts before.”

   You nod, watching him trace the edges of the warm washcloth across your cheek. “Yeah. Just got here a couple weeks ago,” you murmur, clenching your jaw when he rubs against a really sore area of your cheek.

   “What the hell brought you here?” He says it rough, like he can’t believe anyone would ever dare come here by their own will. 

   “Raiders attacked my group. I was the only one left alive, and I just sort of stumbled upon the QZ gates. One of the soldiers found me and offered me a place here.”

   He hums, dark eyes assessing you slowly, sliding down your body briefly as something twists in your stomach at the sight of him really taking a good look at you. “M’sorry ‘bout your group, but I’m more sorry you ended up here in this hell hole. FEDRA runs this place, and none of ‘em are remotely friendly. Especially Seth.” He spits the name out like it’s poison on his tongue, and you see he can’t stand the man that attacked you. 

   You purse your lips and ask him the same. “And you? Why are you here?”

   He drops the washcloth from your skin, clenching his jaw as he stares with a hardline drawn on his forehead, shaping wrinkles across tanned skin. “That’s a long story that I don’t feel like answerin’ right now.”

   Before he brings the lukewarm washcloth back up you grab his wrist, preventing him from lifting his arm further. He stares at you, eyes partly narrowed, challenging you to ask him again. “At least tell me where you’re from. Your accent, are you from the south?”

   He leans back in his chair and sighs, nodding his head slowly. “Came from Austin, Texas. And you?” He raises his thick eyebrows like you owe him the same gratitude of telling him where you’re from. 

   “California. Northern part,” you answer, listening to him hum once again until he brings the washcloth back to your temple. 

   “You’re a little far from home ain’t ya?” he asks quietly while he brushes the soft material over your face. 

   “Unfortunately,” you mumble under your breath. Another flick of those pools of honey your way and you see a hint of concern, maybe even sadness buried in those flecks of darkness. He seems to have so many layers to him. You want to unravel them, unfold every piece and dig into his past, his present, his mind. And maybe you’ll get there, one day. Maybe, just maybe…

   You suddenly realize you don’t even know his name, how have you not asked him yet? You heard the soldier say Miller. Maybe that was his last name. 

   You pick at the fading denim of your jeans and raise your eyes to his hesitantly. “Your name. I didn’t catch it.”

   Another brush to your raw skin, and his soft brown eyes meet yours. “Joel Miller. And your name is?” he asks with a piqued interest, raising his eyebrows slightly. You tell him your name and he says it back to you slowly, another flick of his dark eyes over your body. Like he’s memorizing you entirely. Your name, your shape, your essence. It makes the room sticky and hot at the sight of his eyes exploring you, even if it means nothing. 

   “Joel…” you repeat, slowly spilling the syllables off the tip of your tongue. 

   “That’s right…” He says your name again slowly, like honey dripping off his warm tongue, every murmur and gruff sound making you a bit dizzy. 

   “You’re gonna be alright. Might bruise up a bit, but nothing that’ll last long. Gonna be sore tonight, jus’ clean it good and keep it dry. Ain’t gonna scar over,” he says as he nods to your face.

   He cups your chin again, turning you slightly to him as his calloused fingertips brush a strand of hair behind the slope of your ear, breathing down your neck as you finally smell him. He smells woodsy, summer sweat kissing the air, cheap whiskey filling your senses. Then he looks deep in your eyes, one hand falling slowly to the top of the table, fingertips curling over the scratched wood, his jaw flexing as his eyes travel down to your lips for just a second, a breath in time. And suddenly you’re frozen in place, waiting for something to happen, something that shouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t, he’s not…

   Another soft graze of his rough knuckles to your cheek and then the front door slams open, sending both of you back in your chairs. 

   “Joel! Got some information for you about the drugs we gotta… Oh.” She stops in the doorway, eyes wide as she looks at you, surprised Joel has company. She’s tall, thin but built with muscle. She’s strong, long brunette hair, and hazel eyes clouding her vision. 

   “Joel Miller has company? Who might this be?” she asks curiously, slamming the door shut with a bang as she folds her arms over chest and nods your way. 

   Joel introduces you two, and you quickly learn her name is Tess. “Nice to meet you, Tess,” you say with a small smile, your arm resting on the edge of the table. 

   “Likewise. What happened to you? Looks like you got knocked up pretty good there.”

   “It was Seth. Fucker had her pinned against one of the alleyway walls and was givin’ her trouble,” Joel spits as he flashes his incisors Tess’s way. 

   “That piece of shit. Wait till I get a hold of him, gonna make him wish he never saw the light of day,” she scoffs. 

   “He’ll be running for the hills, Tess,” he chuckles as he places his meaty hands on top of his large thighs. “What’d ya need?”

   Tess leans up against the fading wallpaper and throws him a pack of chewing gum. “Found this when I was outside the walls today, but just wanted to check in about tomorrow. Wanted to go over the plans before we head out in the morning. I can come back later though and discuss it.”

   Tess’s hazel eyes wander over to you, and she gives you a welcoming smile. “So, how long have you been here? Not long because I would’ve noticed a new face.”

   “Just a couple weeks. Just getting settled in,” you reply as you play absentmindedly with your hair. 

   “Where do they have you working at? I can always stop by, give you some tips, show you around the area. I’m sure you could use a friend.”

   You nod and smile up at her. “Yeah, thanks. They’ve got me working down at the weapons station. Cleaning and sorting and whatever else they tell me to do.”

   “I see. I’m sure that gets redundant and boring, so maybe I can show you a thing or two to not lose your mind in this shithole,” Tess replies, making her way over to Joel. 

   “You’re lucky this one was around,” Tess says with a firm slap to Joel’s back, stifling a grunt from him as he pushes Tess playfully in the arm. “Joel can be a real pain in the ass, but he’s sure nice to have around.”

   “Yeah yeah, shut up. Thanks for the gum,” Joel chuckles as he pushes the pack of Spearmint gum into the pocket of his jeans. 

   “Sure thing, handsome. I’ll see you later.” She waves and gives you a nod before heading out the door. “Welcome to the Boston QZ again.” Tess makes her grand exit and shuts the door loudly, her footsteps fading into the distance.

   You twist your hands in your lap, suddenly overstimulated by the presence of an intimidating woman who clearly gets her way in the QZ. You wish you were stronger, braver, more outspoken like her. And clearly she knows how to pull Joel’s strings. You’re not jealous of her, only slightly envious that she has Joel hooked around her finger. 

   “She seems nice,” you say slowly, looking over at Joel as he laughs at your words. 

   “Yeah, she ain’t too bad. Trust me, she’ll be having Seth shakin’ like a dog out in the freezin’ rain,” he chuckles. 

   You laugh at his words, but suddenly you’re asking something you shouldn’t be. “Are you guys like… together?” you ask nervously, gulping down the rest of your words as you hold your breath like you’re underwater. 

   “Me and Tess? Nah,” he laughs, shaking his head at the mention of it. “She’s my neighbor. But we work together, she’s my partner. We smuggle things for FEDRA.”

   “Smuggle things?” you ask, confused by what he means.

   He leans forward and places his hands on the table. “Yeah, smuggle things. Items, sometimes people, whatever they need. We go out on a bunch of missions. Searching abandoned buildings, makin’ trades, doin’ deals with folks around here and for some of the soldiers. Kind of an easy way to get extra supplies and ration cards.”

   “So you’ve got sway with the soldiers here?” you ask curiously. 

   “More or less. Tess is the one with the real sway, but I guess you can say people kinda fear me. They don’t really mess with me. Hell, they know not to.” He knocks his knuckles against the edge of the table, and you reach up to scratch your face, wincing when you forget how god awful sore it is. 

   “Shit, I forgot about my face,” you whine, gripping the edge of your denim tight as you sink your nail beds into your thigh. 

   “Careful there, try not to mess with it,” he warns softly, bringing back the cool washcloth to your scratches. You sit back and let him tend to your wound, watching how careful he's being with every swipe of the cloth to your fragile skin. 

   He’s close again, close enough to where you can smell him, inhaling the woodsy scent as summer sweat mixes with the pinecone scent. You could get drunk off the smell, and you really hope it’ll stick to your clothes when you’re back in your apartment, alone with your delusions of having his large hands all over your skin. 

   You watch the way his large biceps cling against his flannel shirt, like he’ll rip the soft material at any given moment. His knees brush against yours, fingertips grazing your jawline like the edge of a soft feather, enough to send tingles down your spine. 

   “Is it just you here?” you ask while he holds the damp cloth to your cheek. 

   “Jus’ me,” he murmurs, dark eyes flicking back to yours. 

   “Do you have family around. Anywhere?” you ask cautiously. His jaw clenches, and his lip quivers while he analyzes the question, figuring out if he wants to answer or not. 

   He sighs, “I’ve got a brother. Tommy.”

   “Here?” 

   “Nah. Haven’t talked to him in years. Last I heard he was settling in Jackson, Wyoming,” he mutters, clearly annoyed about the topic of conversation. 

   “Why don’t you go find your brother?” you ask, conflicted if you should continue the questions.

   “It’s complicated,” he grumbles. 

   “What’s so complicated?”

   “He’s halfway across the country.”

   “So?” you say mockingly. 

   “So? That’s a hell of a ways to go to find someone that I’m not sure even wants to see me,” he says with gritted teeth. 

   “Joel, I’m sure he wouldn’t be upset. What makes you think he wouldn’t want to see you?”

   “We got into a bad fight, and we weren't agreeing on some things. Turns out we wanted different things, so I told him to leave, and he went. Followed some fireflies, hell if I know how long he actually stayed with them,” he scoffs, digging his worn boot into the wooden floor. 

   “Fireflies?” you ask with wide eyes. 

   “That’s what I said,” he grumbles with furrowed brows, getting annoyed with you already, but you just keep talking. 

   “Oh, that’s… well, that’s something. But I’m sure he’d want you to try to reach out. Would you go, if you thought he would? Do you have any other family?” you ask intrigued, pulling yourself to the edge of the seat. 

   He leans back and drops the washcloth to the table, sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “You sure do ask a bunch of questions, don’t ya?” he huffs, crossing his arms as a hard line maps across his forehead. 

   “Well, I’m just saying. If I had family still alive I sure as hell would go find them, not stand back and watch them slip away from me! I fucking wish I had mine!” Your words come out louder, harsher than you mean to, and Joel’s just sitting there, staring at you with wide eyes and an expression you can’t quite read. 

   The room is suddenly silent, only the sounds of your labored breathing and teary eyes fogging up the room. You shouldn’t have snapped, shouldn’t have thrown that back in his face. You shouldn’t have pried, now look what you’ve done. “Sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

   He opens his mouth partially, big brown eyes lathered in concern holding your gaze. He looks like he understands your pain, maybe just a fraction of that. But he doesn’t share it with you. “S’alright. Don’t gotta apologize. Think we both jus’ over shared a little too much.”

   You nod, biting your tongue from saying anything else stupid. What’s wrong with you? “Yeah, guess so.” You take a deep breath, hearing him scrape his chair back while his left arm rests on the edge of the table. 

   You see it then, a black military watch clasped to his wrist, the glass broken and arms not moving on the watch. It’s broken, just a mere memory of some sort that you want to unlock, but now is not the time. 

   “Think I should get you back to your place,” he says in a deep voice, one that says he’s finished talking about family matters.

   “Yeah, okay,” you say quietly. 

   “Where are you stayin’ at?”

   “I’m in building four.”

   “Alright then. That ain’t too far. C’mon, I’ll walk you back. Make sure no soldiers give ya a hard time,” he says through clenched teeth. 

   “Joel, wait.” Before he can push himself up, you rest your hand on top of his, feeling his warm skin simmer underneath yours. 

   He stares at your hand on his, ticking his jaw nervously as his brown doe eyes fall back on yours. “Thank you, for today, for saving me.”

   “It was nothin’, don’t mention it,” he murmurs, sliding his hand out from under yours, memorizing the way his hand feels like fire underneath yours, mourning the loss of his skin on yours. 

   “I owe you.”

   He looks at you with a serious gaze, his thick fingers clamping down on the material of his flannel. “Don’t owe me a damn thing, sweetheart. I’d do it all over if I had to.”

   Oh. 

   His jaw twitches, amber eyes glowing into yours, a sudden tension filling the room. It feels a lot like longing, understanding, some kind of connection. But the spark of it snaps when he pulls back his chair and stands, nodding for you to follow him. “C’mon, let’s get you back before we break curfew.”

   He leads you out of his apartment, down the rickety stairs and steers you through the winding buildings, avoiding FEDRA’s eyes on the main road. His fingertips brush against yours as he walks briskly next to you, staying near and looking every which way as to not have another run in with a soldier. 

   The city is musty, old brick buildings barely staying intact. Military tanks litter the streets while old broken down cars sit to rot around the QZ. You stay close to Joel, keeping quiet as he concentrates on getting you back to safety. 

   You should be grateful to him, you are grateful. He saved you, even though he really didn’t have to. He took care of your wounded cheek, made sure you got back to your place safely. You were eternally grateful for the broad man that showed you kindness when no one else did in this godforsaken city. Joel was a good man, as far as you could tell.

   He leads you to your building, the one with the number four painted in white on the side of the old bricks. Your room is the first door on the right, a chip right next to the jiggling door handle. 

   You turn around and face him, leaning up against your solid oak door as you look up into those dark brown eyes you’ve grown accustomed of thinking about too much. “Thank you, Joel. For everything. Really, I owe you.”

   He chuckles, running a hand through his tousled curls as he smiles a crooked grin your way. “Gotta stop sayin’ that, sweetheart. You gave me company, I’ll call that even enough.”

   You swallow, nodding his way. “Alright then. I guess I’ll let you get back before they catch you outside your apartment.”

   You turn around and twist the door handle, pushing it open until he stops you in your tracks and places his fingers around your wrist. “Wait a second.”

   “Huh?” you ask, whipping back around to find him digging inside his back pocket and retrieving a little switchblade in his hand. 

   “Here.” He stretches his arm out and holds out the knife, nodding for you to take it. You just stare at it, your mouth open wide without even taking a step forward to take it. 

   “Well, go on. Take it.” He steps forward, brushing against your knuckles as he pries your fingers open and drops the knife in your palm, closing your fingers over the switchblade so you have no option but to keep it. 

   “Oh, no. Joel, I can’t. This is yours,” you argue.

   He tsks your way, clicking his tongue and urging you to listen. “Keep it, I’d feel better knowin’ you had somethin’ to defend yourself with. Ya know if someone tries to mess with you again. Jus’ be careful with it,” he instructs.

   You open your palm and assess the bronze blade, tracing the cold edges, watching the glisten of the sharp tip reflect off your eyes. You close it up and slide it in your pocket, looking back at Joel with a wide smile. “Thanks, Joel. You didn’t have to.”

   “I did and stop thankin’ me. I’ve got plenty more where that came from. Jus’ want you to be safe is all,” he murmurs, his deep voice carrying through your ears as he pushes his hands nervously in his jean pockets. 

   “Oh, I see.” Your voice comes out in a mere whisper, but he hears you through the hot wind that blows against your hair. 

   “Jus’ watch your back, okay? It ain’t easy around here, and you can’t trust anybody.”

   “What about you?” 

   He knits his brows together and gives you a tight lipped smile. “You can trust me, sweetheart. Ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He cups your chin, rough fingertips meeting your soft skin. It almost feels electric, like his fingers are magic, and maybe he is. That’s what he feels like.

   His eyes hover over your lips for just a second, peeling them back up to meet your wide eyes. He’s got a soft side to him, something someone would miss if they weren’t looking close enough. You have a feeling he doesn’t let his guard down with just anyone, but with you he did, if only for just a few seconds. 

   He drops his hand from your chin and steps back, keeping his eyes aligned with yours. “Guess I’ll see ya around,” he says, stepping back away from your apartment. 

   “Yeah, guess you will,” you breathe.

   He nods your way and gives you a small smile. “Have a good night, trouble.”

   “Trouble?” you question, laughing at the accusation. 

   “Yeah, that’s what I said. Trouble,” he chuckles as he makes his way back through the narrow buildings, disappearing with one more glance your way, capturing the deep brown eyes that look your way, memorizing them, burning them in the backs of your eyes so you can remember every fleck and sparkle of those sweet honey eyes. 

   You walk into your empty apartment and close the door, kicking off your shoes and dragging yourself to your falling apart mattress. You collapse into the cool white sheets, closing your eyes and replaying every glance, every touch, every word of you and Joel’s time together. You don’t know what’s come over you, but you clearly have fallen for the broad shouldered man with beautiful brown eyes. 

   Maybe the QZ wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it wouldn’t end you like you thought it would. Maybe just maybe Joel would be your saving grace. Maybe those honey glazed eyes would haunt your dreams until you saw him again. And that’s exactly what happened that night. All you saw were crystal clear brown eyes and tousled curls tracing through your fingertips, sheets drenched in the summer sweat of him. You knew then that you were fucked. 

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[snowangellll]

୨୧ here are some random cooper headcanons! these include you/ the reader as well! i believe he could be such a trauma-dense character, and im constantly thinking about him. anywhoooo. . . 🤍 enjoy angels.

ʚ♡ɞ tw! : @bus3, childhood traumas, breakdowns.

★ cooper has deep rooted trauma with his mother (canon of course) but i believe a lot of it tends to target his OCD. the moments when he needed to be understood were the very times he was silenced, punished, either physically or verbally, and ultimately ignored. if he felt compelled to do something a specific way, at a specific time, or in a specific place, it would only provoke a harsh reaction from his mother. “that’s what lazy children say. are you lazy?” a lot of unimpressed reactions, or the common “i’m disappointed.” i believe it could go a LOT deeper, but ill leave it summarized.

• during meltdowns or times of overstimulation he lets you hold him, hush him, or assure him- whether this started from his own feelings by daily nuisances OR a minor-major ptsd attack. his mental stressors are within a safe place when you’re around. you listen. you understand. you take things into consideration. you don’t taunt him. the contrast of how you treat him vs his mother leaves him feeling love for you. love, obsession.. a soft spot nonetheless.

★ he likes bands from his high school years, lots of smashing pumpkins, the occasional “dad grunge,” or classics. he also likes whatever riley likes. taylor swift? sure! a nice beat and neatly applied lyrics, why not? lady raven.. he obviously tolerated it. he plays whatever you like in the car though, not a big music guy overall. he just wants to see you happy.. to see how music actually inspires or affects you. a smile is all he wants to score from his angel.

★ younger cooper enjoyed gore films, yet he doesn’t watch many nowadays- that is unless YOU turn them on. unaware of his… second job.. you two cuddle underneath the heat of a comforter or throw blanket and enjoy through naivety. he enjoys a slow torture, blood & tension > guts & snuff. well, he doesn’t mind any genre, but he definitely likes a slow burned horror.

★ brings a dad bag during family time.. deodorant, snacks, WIPES, hand sanitizer! water, of course, bandaids, EVERYTHING. he’s mary poppins, especially during zoo or aquarium days. you come along, monitoring the kiddos alongside him, all clinging together like a family. he buys ice cream for everyone.. and yes, even before dinner. what? he has to stay the ‘cool dad’ somehow! also, he enjoys pie, chocolate mousse, ice cream, various sweets- inspiring you to constantly make him some. after work, after dinner, anything. his mother wasn’t keen in dessert- only for a reward.. you wanted to break that cycle. he is always deserving.

★ he never wears mix matched socks. ever. random, but real.

here were just a few! 🎀 i hope you enjoyed, mwah! feel free to leave moodboard suggestions, (or any suggestions.) lol byebye! ୨୧ mwah!

[pollymorgan]

Ex-husband Negan Part 2

Warnings: Negan is still an asshole, it's almost getting to smut.

I stood up resolutely. Negan was now so close to me that not even a sheet of paper could fit between us. His body pressed so close to mine felt incredibly familiar. And unbelievably good! I stayed in this position for a few moments, but then I lowered my gaze and firmly pushed the big man in front of me to the side to escape the situation while I still could.

It has been three years since the last time we slept together, and I had sworn to myself that it would never happen again. It had been on Lizzie's birthday, which we spent with the whole family at an amusement park. Negan took every opportunity to whisper sweet, dirty things to me and secretly touch me. Until we ended up in the damn bathroom, making out, while my sister, her husband and sons, our daughters, and Steve were waiting at the food stand to get our lunch.

After that, nothing happened between us! Well, except for three more kisses and that one time when he called me late at night in my office. The kids were with him that Friday, and I was trying to catch up on some things that had been left undone during the week. But instead, a harmless conversation about Gracie's math grade turned into incredibly hot phone sex.

Why can't I just get over this guy? Even though after almost 30 years, I know how painful it always ends.

I took a cloth from the sink and wiped the already clean countertop again. Hoping that Negan would realize he should just leave. I had no strength left to tell him to leave again. Especially because deep down, I didn't really want him to leave. Never. And unfortunately, this man knew that, as he often knows me better than I know myself.

Slowly, he approached me and grabbed my hips with his big hands, pressing my butt unabashedly against his crotch. Just the feeling of his semi-hard erection pressed so close to me unleashed a flood of butterflies in my abdomen. I briefly stopped my movement and then took a deep breath to continue as unaffected as possible and ignore him.

"Your sweet ass always makes me so damn horny, my beautiful one!" he whispered softly behind me. "You enjoy this, don't you? How much you turn me on... I can feel you slowly rubbing against me, you love how I get harder, right?"

Oh God, he was so right! No matter how much I wanted to deny it, my body spoke a completely different language. When he loosened his tight grip, I sighed softly and felt my throat go dry. Then his fingers opened the button of my jeans, and I had to press my palms on the countertop to keep my wobbly legs from giving way.

"We... we shouldn't do this..." I half-heartedly stammered.

"Sweetheart, I just want to feel how turned on you are... it would be unfair if you could feel how hard you make me, but I couldn't feel how wet your perfect pussy is for me, don't you think?" With these words, his flat hand went directly into my open pants and under my panties. Finally feeling his slightly cool, rough fingers on my sensitive, heated skin made me moan softly. I closed my eyes and focused entirely on his skillful movements. Without thinking, I spread my legs a little, and his middle finger immediately slid through my center.

"Oh, my beautiful, naughty lady is still so hot for my cock that she's almost dripping.“ he observed amusedly.

All worries and thoughts melted away as he started to gently and slowly circle my clitoris. My hand went back to him and rubbed over the large bulge in his pants.

"I want to take him in my mouth..." I said, my voice trembling with excitement.

"You want to take him in your mouth..." he repeated enthusiastically right into my ear, giving me goosebumps. Then he slowly withdrew his hand from my pants, allowing me to turn to face him.

My cheeks were burning as I looked directly at him, and my heart in my chest was beating wildly as if it were the first time.

With a grin on his face and without breaking eye contact, I knelt down in front of him slowly.

Tenderly, he brushed a strand of hair from my face. "How can one be so damn perfect?" he asked as I slowly opened his belt.

I took my time with each of my movements. Just as I was about to open his zipper, Negan suddenly surprised me by holding my wrists.

"What was that noise?" he asked, puzzled.

I paused briefly and listened to figure out what he had heard. Then I laughed.

"Oh, that's David... he's climbing the facade again."

"What the hell?" Negan looked at me completely shocked.

Annoyed that the mood was ruined because of this, I sighed, "Yes, I told Gracie that he shouldn't sleep here if she has to get up early the next day, ever since he's been secretly climbing through the window, and the two of them think I don't notice. It's kind of romantic, isn't it?"

Outraged, Negan grabbed my wrists somewhat roughly and pulled me up so that I was standing directly in front of him again.

"Romantic? Some guy breaking into your house to sleep with your daughter?" he asked angrily.

"Get a hold of yourself, they're in love and haven't seen each other in a long time..." I tried unsuccessfully to calm him down.

Shaking his head, he fastened his belt and headed towards the stairs. My attempt to hold him back by his upper arm failed miserably. So, I followed him quickly, closing my pants again and trying to fix my hair as I walked.

When I reached the stairs, I made another attempt. "Please, just leave them alone, don't embarrass our daughter like this!"

Negan had already gone up several steps and stopped for a moment to turn to me, then he shook his head resolutely and went up even faster.

"Stop!" I called a bit too loudly, but it worked, and he stopped again. "I have a proposal!" I said resolutely and then slowly climbed the stairs. My heart was racing, but I tried not to show it. Negan watched me intently as I approached him directly. Standing right in front of him, after my gaze had wandered a few times between his lustful brown-green eyes and his perfectly curved lips, I said softly but firmly, "If you leave them alone, but only then, we can go to my bedroom right now, and you can fuck me on Steve and my shared bed all damn night long! ... As hard as you want, ...for the next few hours, I belong to you...only you."

[justanofficeworker]

TW: This Fic contains kidnapping, dub con, NSFW scenes, Stockholm syndrome among other things. Please do not read if these themes upset or disturb you. That being said, welcome and enjoy the ride.

A/n: Thank you for waiting for this chapter, after like 2 weeks of writers block and not knowing how to pull story beats together its done. I'm gonna start chapter 3 next Monday and hopefully release it before Friday. As always thank you for your support and drop a follow if you like my work.

Chapter 2- The date

You could hear what sounded like rattling metal as you ended your call with Simon. ‘Probably the dog he had mentioned at the store’ you thought to yourself as you began to frantically sift through your closet. It was a simple coffee date, no need to get dolled up. Maybe just a cute top and some jeans. “Yeah this should work “ you say aloud as you lay out your outfit for tomorrow.It had been so long since you went on an actual date.  Sure you had the occasional hook up and to be truthful a lot of them, were not up to snuff. But this coffee date was something to actively look forward to. Simon was polite and patient from what you could tell. He had suggested somewhere highly public and not tried to get you to his place immediately . Maybe all your waiting had finally paid off and you had found an actual nice guy. “Let's just hope he’s not some kind of serial killer” you mused to your house plant as you passed it on the way out your bedroom and to your now cooling bath. Now all you had to do was relax and let tomorrow come. 

Simon pov

Simon was late. Johnny had decided he needed to be a brat as soon as Simon made his way to the front door. Pulling at Simon's belt , murmuring ‘just’ a quickie, fer good luck and’ a clear head’ he had murmured. That quickie ended up being more of a half hour event, with Johnny whining for him to ‘go harder, please sir, wanna feel you while you catch our bird’. Granted Simon did have a clear head as he walked through the door to the small-ish coffee shop you’d agreed to meet him in. Panning his vision across the small space yielded a sight that could make an angel fall. There you sat, eyes wet , idly stirring what looked like a chocolate flavored coffee topped with pink sprinkles. God you looked so dejected , like everything that could go wrong in the world had all happened just before Simon had walked in. Slowly, Simon made his way towards you internally cursing Johnny for being so persuasive in his efforts to hop on his dick and spin. 

“Ello lil bird, I'm sorry to be so late,” Simon remarked as he stopped , right behind Beanie’s chair.

The brown skinned woman sat up quickly , blinking away un-shed tears. “Oh shit, Simon, heeeey. I figured  you wouldn't show” She greeted , turning in her seat. Simon felt lower than low, seeing the wetness in her eyes gather and release a single tear that she quickly wiped away.

“God you must think I'm well and truly an ass' ' Simon retorted with a sad crow “my dog decided he wanted to make a mess right as I was leavin my house. If I had known it would take so long to clean, I would have just left" Simon's eyebrow furrowed at that last remark, sudden anger foreign.

“May i?” he gestured to the chair opposite you. 

Nodding you avert your eyes to look at the door , suddenly thinking about whether or not you should just make a run for it. “ you know normally if someone is this late to a date i leave” you quip , hoping to hide your nerves.

“Yeah? Well I'm honored that you decided to stay. I hate to admit it but you've been on my mind since yesterday. I’ve gotta tell ya I'm curious, who are you , where you've been , what you want and how i can factor into those plans. You are mesmerizing "Simon finished , in awe of you all but glow under his complements. a feeling shoots up your spine as you feel you face heat at the confession.No one had ever said something so deep to you and been genuine . Most of the time guys would say ‘deep’ shit to try to charm their way into your bed. Maybe it was because Simon was hot and made you feel butterflies in very inappropriate areas or maybe his vulnerability was something you craved , you weren't sure yet. You did know that you were going to keep Simon in your life for as long as he would let you cling. Plus he had a dog and everyone loves dogs.

“That's a lofty ask Simon , maybe I'll tell you who i am on this date and for each date I'll answer one of you questions. But you gotta answer them too” you bargain. Simon seems pleased that you want to know him just as much as he wants to know you.

“ Well then Simon, my name is Y/n L/n, most people call me Beanie. I’m 27 and i work from home as a freelance book editor. My favorite desert is flan and house plant tending is my hobby." Beanie formally introduces herself , much like one would do in front of class at the beginning of a school semester.You look at Simon expectantly. 

“ oh um ,’ he starts “My name is Simon Riley, Simon is fine, I'm 37 and I'm a retired military vet. Not by choice mind you, ended up with a bad injury and got discharged with a couple of my men. Now i just garden and take care of an old geezer of a dog.”

You and Simon talked for another hour before the cashier announced the shop would be closing early due to some sort of electrical issue. Simon took this as the perfect time to draw your date to a close and promising that he would text you later. You agreed that it was a good idea to end here and make plans for a later meeting.

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Your second date, a week later , ended up being your idea. A quiet afternoon at a local park for a picnic.

“Well Simon, your next question of where I’ve been” you said propping yourself up on your elbows. “I’ve been to the states, Canada, the Caribbean. Ive got family there , but we don’t talk much. And finally London. I ended up staying and applying for a citizenship after my work visa ran out and i gotta say, i like it here.” You finish with a giggle. You’d been looking forward to this date all week.

Simon was so open and honest, telling at length about his injury and it felt to basically repurpose his life after being discharged. You couldn’t imagine having to reboot how you went about your life so abruptly. He was so strong for that. Handsome, kind and thoughtful, Simon had even gotten you a bouquet of peonies, your favorite flower. You weren't entirely sure how he knew, but it was thoughtful none the less.

Simon looked deep in thought before he responded “ originally born an’ raised in Manchester, though during my military career I've seen all corners of the world , but I’m much more content with the more rural areas of London”. Simon looked off into the distance, surveying the park goers when he caught sight of a black and brown blurred bee lining straight for you.

One second you were turning your head to see what Simon was looking for and the next you were in his lap as a very hyper doberman barreled right through the spot you had been sitting in. A very frantic dog walker yelling an apology as he dashed passed, leash in hand. A giggle tumbled out of your mouth as you watched the pair until they were out of sight. It was only then that you realized , you were suddenly very close to your date.

Your eyes met his and it was kind of like fate. Like the stars had aligned and pushed your two souls into each other's orbit , willing you to meet. Your eyes connect and Simon leans closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Till his lips are just barely ghosting over yours. 'screw this waitin shit' you think as you surge forward, closing the distance and sharing a searing kiss. His lips tasted like the strawberries you had brought and the champagne Simon surprised you with when you had met at his car. It was like everything clicked together and the world stopped for a brief second. Sadly you both had to breath at some point and you pulled away.

"Oh wow" you sighed, almost giddy with the lack of oxygen. "I've never been one to kiss on the second date, but that felt"

"right?" Simon finished your sentence for you. " to be honest I've never felt as comfortable as i do with you." he reveled , holding you close.

You stayed like that for a while, sun beginning to set and the park lights flickering on. Soon it was time for you to leave. You folded and packed away your picnic basket and made your way back to Simon's car. he had insisted that he take you home, the drive to your building was comfortably silent , the radio playing some new love song by an obscure boy band. It didn't occur to you that you hadn't given him your address, too love struck for the thought to register.

The drive wasn't long and soon you were parked outside of your home, Simon slipping out to open your door and walk you up the stairs. "I had a nice time, thank you for the picnic" you say to to Simon suddenly shy as Simon crowded you against the door.He leaned down, close to your ear and said " for our next date , I'll take you somewhere real fancy, wear something pretty for me , ok?" he voice soft and velvety. Planting a quick kiss on your cheek he stepped back and winked. You release a breath you weren't aware you were holding, face hot. "yeeah, yep. c-call me when you get home k!' you stammer as you unlock your door and slip inside under Simon's watchful eyes.

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Simon signed as he watched your door slide shut. Your date was a success and soon, so very soon you would be home with him and johnny. You had felt so soft in his arms and now that he had had a taste of you , there was no substitute. he just had to get you home, without damaging you too much. He had the whole drive home to finalize his thoughts.

Pulling up the gravel drive way , he could see johnny lazing on the front porch, face tight in concentration as he sketched on a drawing pad, near manic in he fervor.

"ech-em" Simon cleared his throat, jolting johnny out of his thoughts, "Jesus, ye big bastard. Did ya need to scare me half to death?" he admonished as he set aside his art supplies. Simon chuckled a the Scot's crassness, "And here i was ready to tell you how my date went with our bird and all i get is yelled at. Maybe I should' Simon trails off as johnny all but bum-rushes him, shouting obscenities as he forcefully pulls Simon towards their front door and into the living room , where he promptly shoves Simon down onto the couch and straddles his lap with an expectant look. " now, tell me everything" johnny pushes , blue eyes wide an waiting.

Simon lets out a warm laugh as his hands run up and down the fat of johnny's ass and thighs, gripping and groping every now and then. "There's my eager puppy. You wanna know all there is to know about our precious bird, dont'cha?" Simon pulling his lover close so he can whisper into his ear. “Her favorite fruit is strawberries, want to taste?” He teases as johnny rears back and smashes his lips with Simon’s. Johnny can only whine as Simon's tongue slip's past his lips.

They had much to 'discuss'.

[gnocchibabie]

Mended Scars

synopsis: a summer heatwave causes you and Simon to go to great lengths to escape the heat. Shedding his shirt, a particular scar of his is brought to your attention. After asking about it, you learn of his past. 

tags/cw: implied smut, descriptions of canon violence (based off of the Ghost comics), depiction of scars

word Count: 1.3k

a/n: this is rushed and not proofread bc i just really wanted to get something down in writing. i love soft simon and i love vulnerability. love u guys bye.

The summer sun had flooded your apartment - a 92 degree heatwave forcing you and Simon to turn on every fan within the walls of your shared flat, lest your wallpaper start peeling off. Even for the summer, this heat was unheard of in the area where you lived. So you had gone into every room in your apartment, pulled the chain extending from the overheard ceiling fan, and had even brought out some oscillating fans that you had stored away, in hopes of keeping the sweltering temperatures at bay. It worked as well as it could, your fans putting some serious work into cooling your home. However, much to the dismay of you and Simon, the weatherman had reported the heatwave would be staying for around a week.

“Fucking American heat,” Simon grumbled one night as you two got ready for bed. You stood in the bathroom washing your face, working the cleanser into your skin in tight circles. 

“This should be nothing to you,” you respond to Simon in between rinsing off your face and applying toner, “You’re deployed in countries that are like - a hundred degrees everyday.”

He scoffs at your teasing, “Yeah, well I like coming back here to get away from that.”

You’re patting your face dry now, “Oh? Is that the only reason you come back here?”

Turning off the bathroom light, you walk to your shared bed as Simon pulls back its covers. “Hm - maybe a few other reasons.” A wry smile makes its way to his face.

You help him pull the covers neatly off your bed, knowing they would just add to the suffocating heat and prevent you both from sleeping. 

Satisfied with your work you flop onto your bed, limbs sprawling across the covers like a starfish. Simon mutters something about you ruffling the sheets and slips his shirt over his head - another attempt made to escape the creeping heat. Your eyes pass over his muscular back (which you had frankly seen more times than you could count, but it never manages to get old), and linger over the white scars that litter his skin. He turns to face you before climbing into bed and your gaze lands on the jagged scar that adorns the space under the left side of his chest, where his ribs end.

It was inevitable that someone in Simon’s profession would receive their fair share of dings and scrapes. The man had numerous bullet wounds and knife scars - those of which you had asked about him which would lead to Simon recounting the perilous mission in which he had received the markings. The scar that settled across his ribs was something entirely different. You had, of course, seen it before. You tried not to stare too long in the shower, with Simon pressed up next to you - working your favorite shampoo into your scalp. You made a conscious effort not to look below his chest that day at the beach as the waves beat against the two of you, forcing you to hold onto Simon while he hid an amused smile. You let your eyes linger over the spot of healed skin for only a moment when Simon was on top of you, driving his hips into yours as words of praise spilled from his mouth. 

Never did you ask about it.

Simon lets out a content sigh as he settles into bed next to you, the noise bringing you out of your thoughts. Moonlight spills into the bedroom, softly illuminating you both. Resting your head on his chest, your eyes gravitate towards Simon’s scar once again. You wondered what had happened to leave such an angry, violent mark. You wondered how much it had hurt but decided against lingering on the thought, unable to stand the idea of Simon in that much pain. 

A hand ghosts over your head and plays with your hair. “Y’alright, love?” Simon asks, “Quiet tonight.”

You allow your hand to find its way to the marred skin on Simon’s abdomen. The light touch causes him to tense up ever so slightly.

“Si…” you begin, “What happened here?”

A beat of silence.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” You quickly backtrack. Why did you even bring it up? If he hadn’t talked about it before, why would he now? You move your hand away from the scar.

Simon is silent but his fingers continue to move through your hair. 

Feeling that you’ve crossed a line, you open your mouth to apologize. The last thing you wanted to do was bring up memories that were too painful for the man. You had gotten a few glimpses into what his past was like from passing comments he had made. What little you did know made your stomach turn. It had you amazed that the man you were laying on top of was even still here today. 

“It came from a hook,” Simon responds before you can say anything, his voice surprisingly soft, “I was…hung from a hook.” Silence swallows the space between you two as you take in his words. Sweat begins to bead on your forehead, and you’re left unsure if it’s from the heat permeating throughout your house or from Simon’s gory revelation. Simon did not continue, seemingly unwilling to recount much of the event. Perhaps he was just sparing you the gory details, or maybe he couldn’t bear to recount the trauma of it all. You feel your heart break in real time from his words, along with a sharp pain forming in your own ribs from the thought of being strung up by a piercing, metal hook. It’s impossible to fathom the feeling, the pain that would come from such a thing. The aftermath. Tears sting your eyes. And threaten to roll down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Si,” you whisper, “I’m sorry that happened to you. That you had to go through that.” His hands drop from your hair and settle on the small of your back. 

Simon takes in a breath and places a kiss on the top of your head, “S’alright Y/N…it was a long time ago.”

You know from his tone and his words that Simon is not cross with you. You can feel it in the way his body relaxes, in his even breathing. You can hear it as your head rests against his chest, noting the calm beat of his heart. 

Your heart stirs, moving you to lean down and place your lips on the damaged skin. Your kiss is light and soft, and causes Simon’s chest to tighten. Time had mended the physical wound that was etched permanently onto his skin, but he found that you - your love - had mended the emotional blemishes from the horrible ordeal. 

Simon moves you back up to him, placing a gentle hand under your chin to look at him. He notices your watery eyes, “I’m okay love. I am now.” You offer a small smile and a simple, “Okay.” You could feel the sincerity in his words. 

“Thank you for telling me. For trusting me.” You need him to know.

He simply hums in response, pulling you in for a kiss. Your lips part and the two of you settle back in next to each other. A comfortable silence spreads across the room. You silently wonder about Simon, about what else he’s gone through, and if he’ll ever recount the grimmest details of his past to you - like he had tonight. 

You decided it didn’t matter either way what he did. This was good. This was enough. You were enough for each other, and that’s all that mattered.

Simon’s thick voice dismisses all your thoughts and worries,  “Let’s go to bed, yeah love?”

You smile, “Yeah…goodnight Simon.”

“Goodnight, Y/N”

You both drift off to sleep tangled in each other’s limbs, covers kicked off the bed, blanketed instead by the soft light of the moon outside.

[froggibus]

2024 Summer Suntacular — July 1st - July 11th

— come join me in celebrating a follower milestone by setting some fun, summer vibes!

thank you guys so much for being so supportive! i've tried to do follower events in the past but my lack of coordination makes it hard sometimes :') but i'm SUPER excited to be trying this out!

— what's on the menu?

🌴 - get headcanons of how your fave would spend the summer with you!

🍦- cool off with a smut/thirst oneshot of your fave!

🍹- spend a hot summer day of your choosing with your fave! (oneshot)

from now until July 11th feel free to send in any (or all) of the above categories! to kick things off, here are some summer-themed HCs! all answered reqs will be posted on this blog + linked here!

(have questions? feel free to ask!)

this event is over!! thank you so much to everyone who participated <3

Pool Party Headcanons - Obey Me! Brothers

come beat the heat with your favorite demon!

Beach Day Headcanons - Overwatch Women

spend a day at the beach with your favorite overwatch hottie, including: D.Va, Mercy, Widowmaker, Mei, Kiriko, Brigitte & Junkerqueen

Catching You Reading Smut Headcanons - JJK Men

on a hot summer day, you just want to stay home and read smut—until your boyfriend catches you. Includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso & Toji

Camping Headcanons - DC Men

escape the city & head to the great outdoors, includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Wally West

Road Trip Headcanons - Overwatch Men

take some time off and venture out with your favorite overwatch heartthrob. includes: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Baptiste, Lucio & Mauga

Pride Parade Headcanons - Overwatch

celebrate pride with your queer fave by your side! Includes: Soldier 76, Pharah, Baptiste, Tracer, Venture & Lifeweaver

Mario Kart - Venture (NSFW)

frustrated at always losing to you in Mario Kart, Sloan comes up with an obstacle to give themselves a winning chance

Electric Love - Wally West (NSFW)

when Wally catches you feeling down about yourself about how you look in a bikini, he’s determined to remind you how beautiful you really are

Sex On The Beach - Lucio (NSFW)

a beach day with your boyfriend turns steamier than expected

Pool Party Headcanons - Wally West

spend a day hanging out by the pool with your favorite speedster!

Leash & Collar - Venture (NSFW)

trying out a leash and collar with your s/o

All Work, No Play - Reaper

after spending a week cooped up in his office, you find a way to force Gabe out of hiding

Beach Day Headcanons - Venture

spend a day with your s/o at the beach

Botanical Gardens - Wally West

your boyfriend adores how excited you are about going to the botanical gardens with him

i'm SO excited about this event ^~^ ive literally been planning it since May—I really hope you guys enjoy!

(if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! comments, likes & rbs are always greatly appreciated ^-^ !!)

masterlist | overwatch masterlist | JJK masterlist | DC masterlist | obey me masterlist

[violettduchess]

Hello I hope not to bother for the Winter Flurries

The spin prompts wheel landed on sleep intimacy Can I have it with Keith? 🙏 One of thetwo is fine whoever you are most comfortable with 🤗

I am sending you guys and support for your job I never thought it was so hard 😳 You have my respect Remember to take breaks sometimes to and fuel yourself with your fav snack 😉😘

A/N: Here you are @queengiuliettafirstlady 💜

Keith x Reader

WC: ~680

The Jadean morning light slides eager fingers along the window panes of your bedroom but it is no match for the heavy forest green velvet of your drapery. Not even a sliver of light manages to sneak its way into the darkened haven of the room. If you knew it was so late in the morning, you would feel a deep flush of embarrassment that you were still abed. But the curtains keep you cocooned in darkness and the strong arm wrapped around your middle anchors you to a very warm, very naked body.

You snuggle even closer, burrowing deeper into Keith’s sleep-heavy embrace. His breathing shifts, air drawn in quickly for only a moment before he exhales, remaining in the sea of sleep, under the waves of dreaming.

There is nothing that makes you happier than this, a moment in time where you are both at complete and utter peace. Where there is no worry for the burdens of the day or the regrets of the past. There is only you and the man who is yours to love, your hearts beating in tranquil unison.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel him move, a languid, full-body motion like that of a panther slanting down to stretch its powerful muscles. Keith's long legs extend and he sighs, relishing the feel of the cool silk sheets not warmed by his body. A deep rumble rolls through his chest as he half-groans, half-yawns, pushing away the last lingering cobwebs of sleep.

“Mmm….breakfast,” he murmurs, his voice gravel bedecked in satin. 

“What’re you–Oh!” He bites into the curve of your shoulder, a breathlessly unexpected action. His large hand is now splayed possessively against your stomach and you know exactly who has woken up.

Your heart slingshots against your breastbone as you turn within the tight circle of his arms. The room is still bathed in shadow, still holding the daybreak at bay. His eyes look like burnished gold in the dusk of the room.

You slide your hand up between your bodies, cradling his strong jaw in your palm where you can feel, more than see, his smile.

“I think we may have already missed breakfast.” You stroke the smooth skin of his cheek. He turns, with a smile both quick and wild, and bites the tip of your index finger, laughing when you gasp. 

“Who says I can’t satisfy my hunger right here, right now?” He ducks his head and demonstrates exactly what he means as his tongue traces a heated path down your neck, following the rapidly increasing rhythm of your pulse.

Oh how easy it would be to stay in bed with him all day…..to allow this man to have his fill of you, to give yourself over to it completely.

Temptation winds itself around you, following the path of his covetous hands, his insatiable mouth. 

So very easy……

The sun has given up trying to lure you out of bed, instead concentrating all of its efforts on illuminating the rolling green fields, the proud forests, the smooth gray stone of the castle.

It is already tiring, reading itself to embrace the promise of evening when Keith blinks, momentarily disoriented as he wakes up. How late is it? How long have you been asleep? 

You’re curled up against him, one arm thrown across his strong chest, your head a warm, heavy weight on his shoulder. Your hair is tousled, your skin decorated with clusters of pink love bites. They remind him of cherry blossoms floating across still waters. Slowly, he moves his free arm and traces over several of them, his touch tender. He knows that he would never hurt you, that any mark left on your beautiful skin was welcomed. 

His large hand moves to brush away several strands of hair that lay across your cheek and his heart feels warm and light, like it could rise up to the heavens and outshine any star pinned to the night sky.

You stir, sliding your leg over his and readjusting your cheek on his shoulder before sinking back down into the lulling ocean of dreams.

Forget time and it’s demanding minutes and hours. Today has been lost to the feel of you wrapped in his arms. The both of you rising in a shower of sparks and then falling together, swathed in peaceful darkness.

He sighs, deeply content and wholly in love, letting his golden eyes flutter closed once again.

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[in1-nutshell]

Hi again! If its okay to request TFA, a continuation of Triple changer Buddy? More interactions of Team Prime to Buddy and their personas

Triple changer Buddy has returned!

Since the original post of Triple Changer Buddy did sum up the relations the Bots have with Buddy, I decided to try a different approach with this.

Introducing: Slice of Life

If this isn't what you wanted, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Triple Changer and Team Prime: Slice of Life

SFW, Slice of Life, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

It was a rather hot day.

Even inside an AC filled building, still couldn’t quite refresh everyone at the daycare.

Buddy was having a tough time trying to make sure everyone was hydrating enough and keeping them cool.

“Tommy don’t do that! The crayon is not for—Timmy no you cannot stick the ice cube down Sherry’s shirt!”—Carrier

“Buddy, I’m hot!”—Henry

“I know Henry, but how about we play a little game to pass the time?”--Jester

“No! I’m hot!”--Henry

“I’m sticky!”--Sam

“I’m melting!”--Suzzy

“I’m dying!”--Johnny

Team Prime had stopped by after they got a call from Sari.

Apparently, the faces had been working double time trying to make sure everything was okay that she was worried that they were going to overheat themselves in the process.

Autobots arriving at the daycare.

“What’s the damage kid?”--Ratchet

“That!”--Sari

Buddy flipping through their faces within seconds from each other trying to pass water bottles and soothe the toddlers from the heat.

“Maybe it was a good thing you called.”--Prowl

“How have they not lost their helm yet? Literally, it looks like its going to fly off!”--Bumblebee

“Beats me.”--Sari

“Hi guys!”--Jester

“Hi Buddy, you look like you need some help with the kids today.”—Optimus

“If it doesn’t bother you guys, that would mean a lot. I feel like I’m trying to split in three different places at once!”--Carrier

“We can tell.”--Bulkhead

“Buddy! Where’s the juice boxes?”--Suzzy

“You can’t have too many Suzzy, try some water—”--Carrier

“I want a juice box!”--Suzzy

“Yeah, we’ll help.”--Optimus

“Great! Just stay in the shade for a bit. Don’t want the kids to get burned now don’t we—Junior! Do not touch the railing its burning hot!”--Guardian

The team came over and immediately found shade trying to cool their frames before touching the kids.

They didn’t want to accidentally burn the little ones with their burning frames.

Optimus sprays Bumblebee a bit with his firehose seeing the second smallest member looking a little too hot.

Buddy saw this and had an idea.

They quickly pulled the team in for a huddle session.

“A water park!”--Sari

“Well, a made shift one with sprinklers, and a kiddie pool, and bouncy house with water!”--Jester

“And how are we going to get the supplies for that?”--Ratchet

Buddy walking to the storage room pulling out a bunch of sprinklers, a deflated bounce house, and a deflated kiddie pool.

“Where did you get that?”--Optimus

“I owed a favor for Wreck-Gar. He helped me find this stuff for the kids.”--Carrier

“Umm…”--Prowl

“I made sure it was safe and clean for the kids. I know better.”--Guardian

“Ah, okay then.”--Prowl

“Let’s get this water park thing started!”--Bulkhead

Together, Buddy and the team made a makeshift water park for all the kids to enjoy.

After Guardian, Jester, and Carrier tested it and made sure it was okay for the kids after 10 inspections they released the water and kids.

Optimus was on the water slide duty with his hose spraying the kids that got too dry in the sun.

Ratchet was on sunblock duty with Bulkhead.

Bulkhead made sure to give all the kids the appropriate amount of sunscreen and reminded them to come back to retouch. He did make a little smiley face on the kids before applying it.

Ratchet made sure that the kids that did get sunburnt were treated with Aloe Vera and other remedies Buddy had in the cubbies.

Prowl and Bumblebee were on kid duty with Buddy.

Prowl stayed and watched the kids playing near the kiddie pool. Occasionally joining the water to play with the rubber ducks and little plastic boats.

Bumblebee watched over the kids on the inflatable bounce house.

Did he try to join? Yes, but Guardian came over as soon as they saw this. They promised him that he would have his time when the kids were gone.

Buddy offered shade to the kids how finally got tired and decided to take a quick nap under their shadow.

Sari had joined the fun the entire time.

Soon enough the parents started coming in to pick up their kids.

Buddy made sure every kid went home with a towel all swaddled up whether the kid was asleep or not.

“How was Johnny today, Buddy?”—Ms. Jones

“Well, he was good today. A bit wet from the slide but he had a good day.”--Carrier

Buddy handing a sleepy Johnny to Ms. Jones.

“Thank you, Buddy! Stay cool!”—Ms. Jones

“You too Ms. Jones! And don’t forget to hydrate!”—Carrier

The sun had already started setting when the last of the kids had left.

Bumblebee did a couple jumps on the bounce house before realizing how tired he was and sat down next to Bulkhead who was looking at the sunset with Prowl.

Optimus was slowly blinking his optics while Ratchet washed the rest of the Aloe vera from his servos.

Sari had fallen asleep on Buddy servo.

Buddy gave Sari to Ratchet.

Ratchet gave them a look as Buddy went over to Prime and lifted him onto their shoulder.

Prime did try to move but he was tired.

“You can put me down.”--Optimus

“I’m taking you back to the Plant.”--Guardian

“I can walk.”--Optimus

“I know, but you deserve a break.”--Guardian

“But—”--Optimus

“Shh!”--Guardian

Buddy insisted they get everyone home safely as a thank you for helping with today.

Bulkhead luckily was awake enough to walk home with a semi sleepy Prowl perched on his shoulder.

Normally he would rather walk home, but Bulkhead had offered. And he was very tired, so this one time wouldn’t hurt.

Buddy grabbed the sleeping Bumblebee with their other servo throwing him over their shoulder like Prime.

“Hey!”--Bumblebee

“Shh. Take a nap Bee, you earned it.”--Guardian

“No, I can walk!”--Bumblebee

“Sleep.”--Guardian

“But—”--Bumblebee

“Let it go, Bumblebee, just let it go.”--Optimus

“…Fine…”—Bumblebee

Buddy turning to Ratchet.

“No carrying for me kid. Someone has to make sure Sari doesn’t get squished when we get back.”--Ratchet

“Okay Ratchet. Let go.”--Buddy

They all began their walk back to the plant as a cool breeze set in. A blessing from the hot weather from the daytime.

[mafuluzx]

Can I have a one shot of any of the ninjas x male!reader? The reader looks incredibly intimidating but when the reader gets talked to it just turns out he's shy , has a soft voice, and is just overall kind hearted? (reader basically just puts up an intimidating look with a straight face to avoid conversations)

Of courseeeeee! Hmmm, If you say any character, I'm not sure if you prefer a female character or a male character, so... I'mma just pick Jay cause he's cool.

I rarely refer to the reader as 'you', I often use (y/n) to get a more storybook like feel to my stories, to but one was in desperate need of the change.

Jay x male reader

Season 4 episode 1

Your biggest Fan

(y/n) (l/n), the tallest, scariest Elemental Master by far. Even the tough Karlof or the intimidating Shade avoided even stepping close to him.

And (y/n) (l/n), is in fact, you.

You liked your solitude, so it was fine for now. The ferry was packed, and the pressures of a large crowd, when the only way to escape was to jump in the ocean, sounded less than pleasant.

You kept taking glances around though, you had seen the ninja on the docks before everyone had gotten on the boat. But after accidentally locking eyes with the blue ninja of all people, you decided to instead keep your distance. He was probably intimidated by you anyway.

Most people took one good look at you and though: Nope! nope, nope, nope and nope! Sometimes a short glance was enough to have the same results.

That's exactly why you never made any friends. You didn't know exactly why you seemed so scary to the others. Alone your expression wasn't intimidating enough to scare anyone. Maybe it was the combination of the expression, the way you stayed quiet to avoid stuttering, and maybe something else.

But for some reason, he wasn't scared.

"I'm Jay, the Master of Lightning. I don't wanna be rude or anything, but... are a bad guy? Like a villain?" You were way too scared to answer him. You barely even turned your head towards him, and gave him a glance.

Though you couldn't see it, this was the exact intimidating expression that kept you away from other people.

"That's it! That look! You're planning something... something evil. Epic, but evil!"

You tried to keep your face neutral, though inside, your heart was pounding. Not because Jay’s weird accusations uncomfortable. Well, they were weird, but you were fine with it.

The actually reason was that Jay is, and had always been your favorite ninja. The way his energy made just wouldn't die down, and how he could make even the darkest situations seem a little brighter. He was the exact opposite of you, and maybe that’s what made him so magnetic to you.

"I'm not… planning anything," you muttered, barely even hearing your own voice from under the sea breeze.

Jay blinked, before giving you an awkward smile. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that."

You cleared your throat, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "I'm not planning anything," you repeated, slightly louder before you went right back to muttering "I just… don't talk much."

"So... you're just shy?" (y/n) thought about it, before giving Jay a nod, hoping he'd drop the topic.

But of course, Jay being Jay, didn't let it go. Instead he grinned like a child.

"That's adorable!" Jay chuckled, leaning against the ferry railing.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you nearly choked on your own breath. Adorable? Jay thought you were adorable? You were supposed to be the tough, quiet one, definitely not adorable. But strangely, it made you happy.

"W-What?" You stammered, eyes wide.

Jay laughed, clearly enjoying your reaction. "You’ve got this whole 'I'm tough, don't talk to me' face on, you even glared at me back at the dock! But you're actually just a shy guy. I mean, how can anyone not think that's adorable?"

You could feel your face getting hotter by the second, and for a moment, you felt like hiding everything. Your face, your voice, the way you couldn't just be normal around him. But then, Jay's laughter softened, and when you dared to look up at him, his grin was still there, but there was a warmth in his eyes too, something that made your stomach do a little flip.

"Hey, don’t worry," Jay said, leaning against the railing again, "It's al-" Unfortunately, Jay was cut off by another ninja calling over to you and him.

"Jay! What are you doing, you can't just wander off like that." Kai, the one who had called over to you, jogged over, his tone half-scolding, half-exasperated. Behind him were Cole, Lloyd, and Sensei Garmadon. None of them seemed even half as annoyed as Kai did, just confused.

Meanwhile you felt angry. So angry that you, on purpose for once, gave Kai a glare.

Immediately Kai froze, though he didn't seem scared, just taken back.

"Jay, who the hell are you hanging around with?" Kai huffed at Jay as his eyes scanned you up and down, not in an insulting way, but as if he was sizing you up.

Jay huffed right back, "Don't be rude! This is..." Then he trailed off, before turning back to you as you wiped the glare off your face faster then lightning.

"What is your name, anyway?"

"...(y/n)," You quietly said, a bit nervous because there were more people around. Jay smiled, before whipping back to face Kai.

"This is (y/n)!" He declared, giving Kai a smile that just screamed 'I'm proud of myself!' It was as if introducing you like you were a gold medal, showing you off in glee.

Kai raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Jay's theatrics, though his gaze relaxed a bit. "Okay... and how do you know him?"

Jay opened his mouth to reply but faltered, clearly realizing that he barely knew anything about you beyond the few words exchanged moments ago. He glanced over at you, looking a little sheepish, before giving Kai the same awkward smile he had given you before.

"Uh, well, we actually just met, but-" Jay started, but Kai cut him off with a skeptical look.

"You mean you just started talking to some random guy?" Kai crossed his arms, looking concerned once more.

Lloyd, who had stayed back with Cole, approached you with a polite smile to calm down the situation. "It's nice to meet you, (y/n). Don’t mind Kai, he's just annoyed." He shot Kai a glance before adding with a slight smirk, "Unlike Jay, he hasn't gotten any new friends."

You gave a small nod, still feeling a little out of place with all their attention on you. But Lloyd’s calm demeanor eased some of the tension that had built up.

Cole, who had also been quiet up until now, finally spoke. "I think I saw you by yourself, back on the docks?" His tone was mindful and careful, he didn't want to seem rude either.

You nodded again, wishing they would stop looking at you so intently. With Jay you hadn't felt this uncomfortable. Probably 'cause these three were also careful about how they came across, while Jay didn't seem to care about that.

"He’s not some 'random guy,'" Jay jumped back into the conversation, also jumping over and hugging one of your arms tightly.

"I mean, sure, we’ve only talked for a few minutes, but come on, he's adorable! He's super shy, but nice. And I bet he's stronger than he looks." Jay spoke enthusiasticly, as Lloyd looked (y/n) up and down.

"Well he looks strong to begin with-" But he was cut off by Jay turning back to you again. "And you're an Elemental Master, right?"

"Obviously..." Kai muttered, though he was left ignored.

All the ninja were looking at you now, and the pressure of their stares felt heavier than before. Your throat tightened slightly as you debated whether to tell them

You swallowed, then nodded slowly. "Yeah... I am," you said quietly, your voice barely audible. "The Master of (Anything you want!)."

"See! A pretty powerful element, right?" Jay asked the others, who nodded, except for Kai.

Jay noticed how stubborn Kai was being, and turned to whisper into your ear.

"Kai might not like you, but I think you're great!"

Jay hadn't even asked you to be his friend yet, but you knew, no matter what, you couldn't say no to the Master of Lightning.

[kyleraynermybeloved]

One Of A Kind -Chapter Three

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader Summary: Meeting a new friend and secrets being spilled is certainly one interesting way to spend a day. Warnings: Pregnancy, morning sickness, swearing, Christmas mention, fluff, slight angst Word Count: 4.7k A/N: The beginning is a mess but I hope y'all enjoy it! I'm going to pump out some more stuff before I go on vacation in August! OOAK Masterlist

“So, what originally brought you to our humble abode?” You placed the grocery bag on the counter in front of you. The three of you were still standing in the kitchen, a little closer now the initial shock washed over.

“You can thank this one over here. Left his comms on when once he came back, fortunately for him no one was listening, well besides from me. I caught everything up until you went deep into your history before the connection finally ended.” Guy sent a look to Kyle, shaking his head slowly. “Now, I figured I should probably meet this mystery person I’ve heard so very little about for myself. I was lucky you two live together, otherwise that would’ve made my trip a little harder.”

You let out a long sigh, mentally reminding yourself to have a talk with your apparent careless husband. “Okay, I can get behind that.”

Kyle sent a nervous look towards you, shuffling closer hesitantly. “Darling, honey pie, light of my life, you’re taking this all very calmly. Does that, perhaps, mean you’re not angry?”

“Oh, I’m furious with you,” You tried to keep your voice steady as you moved away from his reach. His face dropped slightly at the motion. “But I’ve also kept things from you that I should have told you sooner, so I guess this puts us on some slight even footing. And just so you know, this does not mean you’re in the clear. This is my life you had been reckless with, the life I tried so hard to keep safe. If this was anyone else, we both would be in more danger than you know.”

Tears were pricking your eyes and the nausea was setting in, your stomach fluttered as the rush of emotions became overwhelming. “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go throw up and when I come back I expect the both of you to be ready to leave for lunch. This is non negotiable.”

You turned on your heel and dashed to the guest bathroom, slamming the door shut as you barely made it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach spilled out. You whimpered as the heaving became too much all too quickly. Resting your forehead against the cool seat felt heavenly for your heated skin, waiting for the next wave to come. Fortunately it never came. The room no longer felt like it was spinning so that was a win.

After a few beats nothing else came up, the queasiness had eased up some.

The knock on the door startled you. You called out weakly for them to come in, you were taking your chances on it being Kyle since Guy had looked like he wanted the Earth to swallow him up whole when you left.

The door opened and you were met with the familiar green eyes you’ve come to long for and love. His face was stoic but quickly softened at your crumpled figure.

“How are you feeling?” Kyle spoke softly, kneeling down, gently rubbing your back.

“Like shit,” you said flatly, leaning into him with a grumble. “I think this week takes the cake of being terrible. It feels infinitely worse than the weeks before. I don’t understand how someone can be this sick during every waking moment of the day?”

“Do you want to stay home for lunch then? I could send Guy out.” He suggested.

You hummed, doing a mental check of your physical state. “No, I think it would be better to go out. I’m going to feel sick regardless so might as well make the most of it.”

“Okay,” He blinked, eyes filled with emotion. You could tell he wanted to say something so you sat patiently for him until he was ready. With a sigh he continued, “I’m sorry I wasn’t careful. I was just so focused on getting to you before anything terrible happened, the last time you had gotten sick I almost lost my mind when you had to be hospitalized. Honestly, I couldn’t handle another repeat.”

You turned in his arms, pulling him close in a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if afraid you would crumble if he let go. “My love, listen to me. It's okay. I turned out okay in the end. More than okay, really. And before you say anything, you already know I would do everything in my power to not let that happen again, especially to you. I made a promise that day at our wedding I would never leave you, that no matter what we’ll always have each other.”

“But I could have put your life at risk. I should have known better. If something were to happen to you- gods, and the baby! If something happened to the both of you I could not forgive myself. I’m sorry I did that to you both.” Kyle croaked out. Your heart nearly broke at the sound.

You knew where this was stemming from, had been there to pick up the pieces that were threatening to shatter completely, caring for a nearly broken man trying so desperately to stay afloat. How one man could deal with all that trauma and still manage to smile and care for you every single day, you didn’t know. You were glad you were there in time before it became too much for him. Had been alongside him to mourn the loved ones he had lost.

“Look at me,” You pulled back to cradle his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, his hands found your hips. “I’m not gonna lie, I was more than scared when I found out the comms had been left on. But it appears that luck was on our side since it was your best friend who was on the other side, a person who I trust by the way.” You said with certainty. “That being said, I know with my whole being and soul that you would never mean harm to either of us. I trust you completely. So don’t get lost in that wonderful, beautiful head of yours.”

“Thank you.” Kyle smiled. You could see thoughts were still swirling in his head, you know this conversation would be continued once you had no more guests.

During that time you pulled him in to give a peck on his nose, which he wrinkled in a grimace. “And as much as I love you, I’m asking you politely to rinse your mouth. Your breath is gnarly.”

You let go with a laugh, smacking his arm. “You ass!”

“Get washed up, lovey.” He placed a kiss on the crown of your head and got up, helping you in the process as well. “We’ll continue this later, let’s get back to our guest who’s awkwardly waiting for us.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t think I made such a good impression. Go ask what he’s feeling on eating, I won’t be more than a few minutes.”

He left with a small pat on your butt. Remembering what a coworker once said about not brushing your teeth after throwing up because it grinds the acid into your teeth, you rinsed thoroughly with water followed by mouthwash. Doing another rinse of both you figured you could do a quick brush now.

It probably wasn’t the best idea but at least the mint flavor replaced the offensive one that had been left in your mouth. It also helped ease the sick feeling that clung desperately to you.

The boys had picked a place nearby the apartment to walk to, they had been chatting your ear the entire way there. Of course, you wished you had offered to drive since the weather had gotten worse, the snow now in huge piles on the sidewalk making you put in more effort than needed to trudge through it.

Thinking about it now, there are only three more weeks until Christmas comes. You had forgotten all about it, too caught up with work to begin shopping. You’ll have to find a day when Kyle was out to go get gifts.

Not wanting to chance it again when you had been called in three days before the holiday last year, the two of you hadn't made any plans ahead of time, not sure if there'd be any last minute assignments given.

The diner had been tucked away towards the end of the block, it was small and gave off a warm, cozy vibe. You picked a booth in a corner, away from the windows with you near the wall and Kyle at the end, Guy sat across from the two of you.

You were trying to decide on getting either soup or sandwich for the better half of ten minutes, your efforts on choosing one was futile because you ended up ordering both

It was Guy who pulled you out of your thoughts. “I’m curious to know how he managed to score a date with you.”

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, Kyle knew what you were going to say first.

“He managed to spill his coffee all down my shirt.” You said with a shake of your head, forcing off a smile to feign the look of disappointment.

“There’s no way he did that, holy shit! And you still gave him the time of day?”

“Well, I was the one who actually asked him out. He was too shocked by what had happened, it was really cute. I like to think he fell for my charm, pun intended.” You laughed.

Kyle let out a groan, hiding his face in his hands clearly embarrassed. Guy groaned at your awful pun, if you could even call it that. But you were very pleased with their reactions.

The full brunt of nausea had returned when the food arrived but you managed to push it down and force food into you so you at least had something in your system. Kyle glanced your way, noticing the change in your demeanor and took your hand in his, rubbing comforting circles onto the back of yours.

“We went out for a date the week after the first, which turned into having dates once a week, which turned into two dates a week after a month, and then three dates a week. Eventually he wouldn’t dare part with me.” You said between bites.

“We've been together for five years now, going on six real soon.” Kyle continued. You hummed, leaning into his shoulder.

 “The first three years we dated, it was interesting to see how it lasted since I was going on and off world for most of the beginning. Coming clean to her helped tremendously,” Kyle noted happily. “And these last two years have been amazing since we married.” The pure joy was evident in his voice.

“What’d you think when he kept leaving in the beginning?” Guy asked you, clearly interested in your thoughts.

“It wasn't as noticeable to me because I travel a lot for work. We were lucky I had that week off, otherwise I don't think none of this would have happened. But his cute charms and loving personality made it worth it.”

“Gross.” Guy faked gagging. “What do you do for work that keeps you traveling?” 

You had been expecting that question to come up. But you wished it had come up later. Looking at Kyle who shrugged, suggesting it was your decision to tell him the truth. You decided on something in the middle.

“I work for a security company, traveling wherever I'm needed to provide my services.” It wasn't the whole truth but it also wasn't completely a lie.

Guy seemed pretty surprised at your job, not expecting that from the cozy nature of your look. “That's pretty neat. Do you stay in the country or do you also travel internationally?”

“Most of the time it's international but the most recent trip was actually here on the east coast. I was happy with the lack of jet lag that accompanies my trips.”

The three of you let the conversation die down to eat your food. The faint music playing from the speakers added to the comfortable atmosphere. It felt like you were catching up with lifelong friends rather than meeting up with your husband's brother for the first time.

“Not to bring up the elephant in the room but does Bats know about you two being together?” Guy asked wearily, looking back and forth at the two of you.

You tensed at the question, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly more interested in shoving your food around, no longer with an appetite.

“Actually, no.” Kyle coughed. “As far as I’m aware, they don’t know about us.”

“They don’t.” You confirmed coldly.

The air became thick at your tone, sensing this was a topic you did not want to talk about, Guy quickly changed the subject.

“Uhm… Have you guys got anything for the tiny lantern?”

Like a switch had gone off in your brain, your body relaxed against the seat, a soft smile on your face upon hearing the name.

“Tiny Lantern?” You asked.

“Y-yeah. The kid is gonna be a lantern if I have any say. Ring or not, we’re family.”

“Oh, fuck I think I’m going to cry thats so sweet!” The overwhelming emotions began pouring out, tears streaming down your face.

“Wait, no! Don’t cry!” He panicked and looked at Kyle for help, who was equally as flustered and confused as he was.

A small sob came out, you gulped down your water trying to stop the tears from continuing. You really didn’t know why it affected you like this, you were normally amazing at keeping your emotions in check. That’s a lie, you knew exactly why.

“It’s not that, it’s the hormones.” Wiping your tear stained face you sucked in a deep breath hoping to calm down. “Don’t worry about it, I'm fine. They’re happy tears, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Kyle gave your hand a squeeze, comforting you and turned towards his friend with a smile. That seemed to relieve him. “To answer the question, no, we haven't gotten around to any shopping yet. Well, apart from the prenatals and vitamins she needs to take now. I think that had been our next stop once we dropped off the supplies at the apartment.”

Your breathing had evened out, no longer crying. It was a little embarrassing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, your energy now low. That seemed to be another lovely symptom you’ve acquired in the past month, remembering how you felt after your last mission.

“Maybe after a nap?” You suggested with a yawn. “Or perhaps you two could go while I nap?” You were exhausted, possibly due to the whiplash of emotions during the entire time here.

“Of course, let me pay and get some containers for us. I’ll be right back.” Kyle scooted out of the seat and walked to the counter.

The both of you kept quiet, not really sure on what to say.

You broke the silence, “I want to say that I’m normally not like this. I’m usually much calmer, not really a crier.” Not sure why you felt the need to explain yourself but continued. “Sorry I scared you earlier, it’s been a pretty harsh week for me.”

His face faltered for a moment, “Somehow, I don’t doubt that. I apologize for bringing up an unwanted past. I don’t know how long it’s been since you last saw your family but they’re different now, if it makes any difference.”

You sent him a knowing look. Of course you know how your family is doing, you’ve kept daily tabs on them since you left the manor that day.

It was one of the conditions of your new life and job that your boss let you have complete access to anything regarding them. Both in and out of the mask, although you're the only one with access to that knowledge.

“The things Kyle told me about you when you were in the bathroom makes you out to be a strong and loving woman. I don’t doubt that one bit. You’re good for him, he’s much happier than before and I know it’s thanks to you.” Guy sat back in his seat, sent a warm look to Kyle and turned back to you.

Your heart warmed and you felt lighter. Like a tension had been released from your shoulders. Looking into his eyes you only saw comfort and admiration shining through.

“Thank you, I know you mean so much to him too. I’ve heard and seen the way you treat each other like family, it’s of great importance to me having you out there with him keeping each other safe. Just know you’re always welcome to stop by, whether that be for him or to crash. The door is always open for you.”

There was a faint blush that crept up his neck. “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.”

“Any time, although I do have one request… actually two requests for you.” He motioned for you to go on. “First, if you could keep us, me and the baby, a secret from the others, just until we’re ready.”

“That’s understandable, don't even have to ask.” He smiled.

“You might want some background information for the second favor. I have this friend of mine, a kid that I look after whenever he’s in town, actually his entire family are friends of mine.” You rambled on, taking a moment to breathe. “Anyways, he crashes with us from time to time, but is a little weary of strangers. So, whenever you’re here around the same time as him, if you could possibly ease up and maybe… give him space. Just so he doesn’t freak out.”

“That’s certainly something.” He chuckled. “But I’ll be on my best behavior, since you asked so nicely.”

Wishing you could believe it you knew better than to hope for a miracle. You knew with the two of them together they'd end up destroying the whole apartment complex. Billy had confided in you that you Rayners and his family are the only people who know about his identity, but that doesn't mean he'd stop being his chaotic smack-talking self around Guy. The less they interact with each other the safer your home will be.

Kyle came back with a few containers and you all quickly filled them before heading out, you hailing a taxi to avoid the cold before the two could oppose.

*****

You woke up much later in the day, the sky was dark but that was expected in the winter. The smell of food welcomed you, no longer feeling sick for the time being although you knew it would be a matter of time before it returned.

Making your way out of the bedroom there were bags littered along the hallway, leading to the living room where you found Kyle and Guy sitting on the floor reading instructions with parts on the floor in front of them

“Aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes.” Their heads shot up in your direction, surprised at your arrival.

“Hey sleeps, you’re up! There’s a dinner plate on the counter for you,” Kyle nodded towards the kitchen counter where there was a steaming plate of food.

You crossed the room grabbing the plate and walked back sitting on the couch closest to Kyle, judging by all the pans on the stove top he made dinner for all of you. He gave your calf a quick squeeze for his own comfort, fingers lingering.

“What are you two building?” You asked in between bites.

It could have literally been anything. The random parts on the floor didn’t give you any clues at all, whatever container they had been in was gone as well. Kyle and Guy shared a look, having a silent conversation while you ate, looking between the two of them perfectly content on waiting them out.

Guy spoke first, “It was supposed to be a surprise for when you woke up, a gift for the tiny lantern.”

“It’s a crib for our little bean,” Kyle continued eagerly with a grin. “It’s the same one you were looking at online, you’d mentioned wanting it and I thought we might as well get it now.”

Looking over at the parts in front of you it slowly clicked together. It should have been obvious from the start but your sleepy baby brain hadn’t booted up when you had looked at the familiar soft gray pieces all laid out for them.

“You do know we still have like another seven months until our bean joins us, right?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I was a little eager and Guy suggested it was a good idea to get started with the big stuff early on rather than wait until you’re farther along.”

Guy held up his hands, “Woah! I didn’t do anything, you’re just easily suggestible.”

“No, you’re the one who put the idea in my head.” Kyle bickered back.

You chuckled into your food. Kyle smiled up at you before turning his attention back to Guy who was smirking at him. It was obvious to Guy that you and Kyle were completely in love with each other, he was glad his best friend was happy.

“Well, thank you both for the amazing gift. The only thing we need to do besides building this is to figure out where we’re going to put it.” You said.

“Are you not turning the guest room into the nursery?” Guy asked you both.

You shrugged, “We only found out three days ago we’re expecting so we hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I mean it would be smart to do that but what about when we have guests staying over?”

“Maybe we could let our little bean stay in our room with us so they’re within reach, and we keep the guest room as is, at least for now.” Kyle suggested.

“I think you might need to invest in a larger home, this apartment is gonna get cramped real soon. You have some time to decide but don’t put it off at the last minute.” Guy piped in.

“It honestly wouldn’t be a terrible idea to get a bigger place,” you agreed. “We do have a stable and good enough income to go looking. Alright then. I’ll leave you two to build, I have maternity shopping to do.” You got up and loaded your plate into the dishwasher.  “Babe, do you know where my laptop is? I think I misplaced it again, I couldn’t find it when we got back from lunch.”

He mumbled instructions to Guy then turned to answer you. “Yeah, the rascal asked if he could use it for the weekend to do a school report so I dropped it off. You can use mine, it should still be charging on my bedside table.”

Of course your unofficial son was borrowing your laptop, this shouldn’t be news to you. You did your best not to trip on all the bags that were still placed around the hallway floor, making a mental note to inspect their contents later. 

For the time being you made yourself comfy on the bed with the laptop in your lap, you had some shopping to do since it was getting more difficult to squeeze into some of your clothes. Everything was slightly snugger than they normally were but in due time nothing would fit.

Time must have flown by quickly because a very exhausted looking Kyle walked in, shutting the door quietly behind him. You weren’t sure if it was the pregnancy spurring on your feelings but he looked downright beautiful. His hair was a tousled mess, half-lidded eyes struggled to stay open, and his pout was too cute. “Were you able to find anything good and comfortable? Should I be worried about fighting off wandering eyes when you look gorgeous in whatever outfits you got yourself?”

“Only found a few things but since I have no clue what I’m doing I bought them in different sizes and I’ll return whatever doesn’t work. As for fighting off others, I’ll handle that myself but you can do as you please,” you closed the laptop as Kyle got on his side of the bed, setting it aside and gave him your undivided attention. “So… are we good to talk about it? Our situation.”

“If you’re asking if the walls have ears, no– we’re good. Guy barely made it to the spare room before he passed out. Damn crib took all our energy. It was impossible to put together.”

You let out a laugh scooting closer to Kyle, he pulled you both down so you were laying down with your back to his front where he could easily wrap his arms around you. He let his fingers rub away any lingering discomfort that came with the stressful day.

“I want to start off by apologizing for not telling you about my past sooner. I mean, we’ve been married for years now and the only thing I told you was that I had left my old life behind and took up hiding behind this new person I created. It wasn’t right nor was it fair of me to do that while you gave me everything and more.” You sighed, placing your own hands on top of his.

“Believe me when I say I knew what I was getting into when I decided to marry you. Your job alone requires you to erase your existence both in the virtual and physical world, it’s a miracle we ran into each other when we did otherwise I wouldn’t have the love of my life in my arms right now,” Kyle gave you a gentle squeeze. “You can say I don’t know anything about your past but don’t you dare say I don’t know anything about you. I know your favorite color and how you try to keep something on you that closely matches it.

“I know your eyes light up whenever you get to a good part in a book. I know how after a bad day of work you love it when I get a bath ready and have dinner prepared so all you have to do is wind down and relax. And I know that when I get too overwhelmed and start panicking you’re always there to bring me back to reality and calm me down– how you’ll drop everything to come to me to do it. These are all the little things that piece you together, the only things that matter. I don’t care that you hid that part of you but I would love nothing more than to learn about it when you’re ready and when you’re willing.”

It was incredibly hard to keep the tears back but your sniffling gave you away. There was no one more understanding and kind than your husband and it broke your heart you never had the guts to completely spill all your secrets to him. He had all your trust, love, and support and you hoped he felt the same.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You turned your head and kissed him.

“I don’t believe you have, maybe I could do with some reminders.” Kyle gave you another peck when you pulled away.

You both stayed silent for a moment, soaking in each other’s presence and warmth. You might have thought Kyle fell asleep if it wasn’t for the long yawn coming from him.

“Babe?” you whispered and waited for a response before continuing. “Guy is right. We’re going to need to find a bigger place, it might be time to start looking into some houses. Get a nice place to stretch our legs, lord knows we’re going to need the extra room once our little bean is here and the Marvel gang makes it their life mission to help out.”

“Okay, we can start looking tomorrow– after we get some rest.”

You eased out of his arms to turn off the lamp and he immediately pulled you back to him when you were done. “Alright, tomorrow then. Good night, I love you.”

“I love you too, sleep well.”

Now, with the heavy weight off your chest you were able to fall asleep without a problem for the first time in a long time.

[watermelonsugacry]

SORRY TO BOTHER!! But i cant stop thinking about band member y/n just being a young pop star like all of the boys, going out to parties together, and sometimes hook ups with random people. harry does it too and so does other band members, its never a big secret between them all but imagine harry walking into y/n's hotel room after a night out to check up on her and seeing a guy leave her room with a few of his belongings packed in his arms.. IDK i feel like harry would just get so jealous and get pissed off really easily by anything and anyone for the rest of the day but not know why and having to try keep his cool

stooooop because when this happened the first time in 2013, he was so heartbroken about the whole thing.

Like he just closed his hotel door behind him when he stops in his tracks as he spots a man closing YN's door that's across the hall from his room. The man doesn't even have his socks on and holds his black denim jacket and sleek Chelsea boots in his arms. The bloke looks up and he's a deer in headlights.

After a beat of awkward silence, the guy clears his throat, throwing a nod in the pop star's direction as he heads down the hall, "Sup, man."

"Sup," Harry furrows his eyebrows at the brunette stranger and looks towards his bandmate's hotel door. The crease in between his eyebrows when he knocks on her door, taking a glance down the hallway.

"Morning, babe," YN beams at her bandmate and his eyes immediately go towards her messy bedhead and the way she bites at her swollen bottom lip. "Was just gonna make a cuppa tea, want one?"

He follows her inside and sees the way she practically floats into the small connected kitchen. The oversized t-shirt she's wearing has her reaching up to cover her exposed shoulder and he has to look away when she reaches up to grab a mug to avoid his gaze from falling to the bottom of her short pj shorts.

Harry leans his hip against the kitchen island and awkwardly clears his throat, "So...how was your night?"

He doesn't know why he feels the boiling heat of jealousy at the pit of his stomach at the sound of her giggling to herself when it would usually cause the familiar flutter of butterflies.

"Satisfying."

He's grateful when she hands him his mug, already prepared just the way he likes it, as he has something to grip his fidgety fingers onto.

"And you?" YN asks into the rim of her mug.

"Oh, same yeah," Harry lies, knowing full well that he slept alone in his king sized bed the entire night. "But judging by your mood, this lad must have been something else, huh?"

He doesn't know why he's torturing himself further by wanting to know more about her night. It's an odd itch that he has to scratch even if the mere thought of someone touching, kissing, licking at his crush the way he wishes makes him want to drive his fist through the nearest wall.

"He was..." YN bites her lip in an attempt to tame her smile, shaking her head as she gets lost in her thoughts. "Let's just say that he knew what he was doing. Oh, but m'sure you don't wanna hear all of the details—"

"I don't mind," Harry casually shrugs his shoulders, hoping to pull off a cool demeanor. "We are friends, lovie."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Harry," She warns with a tempting smirk.

"Yeah but satisfaction brought it back, didn't it?"

There are two knocks on the door before the sound of the keycard beep is faintly heard.

"Rise and shine, YN—oh, hey Harry," Emma, her personal stylist, smiles as she walks into the room. "Sorry, bub, but you gotta head out. I need to get YN ready for a day full of interviews today. Go get ready with the rest of the boys, H. Now shoo."

With a final small smile her way, he says, "Thanks for the tea, lovie," before making his way out. When he enters the chatty hotel suite where the rest of the band has already started to get ready for the day, their stylists and other team members walking around the room, the crease between his eyebrows returns. It stays there for the rest of the day and when asked about his unusually quiet mood by the other boys, he shakes them off with a muttered, "M'fine."

YN plops down on the couch and once they hear the door softly close, Emma begins to take out some potential heel choices from her suitcase.

"So...how was your night?" Emma inquires.

"Disappointing," YN rubs her face before pushing her messy hair back. "Had to finish meself off, as per usual."

"Oh, m'sorry, love. I always hope these lads would be different. Well, at least you didn't say Harry's name like last time."

"Hey, that was one time," YN points out with a knowing look. "And the bloke was too drunk to even notice. All of which stays between us, Em."

"No need to remind me, I know, I know," Emma reassures the young woman before her with a sigh. "But that bloke in the elevator did look an awful lot like—"

"Don't," YN quickly interrupts.

There's a pregnant pause before the two women share a look and burst out into girlish giggles.

[just-dino-maggie]

Just Friends Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Thank you again to both of the people who requested this story! This is the final chapter I hope you enjoy.

After sophomore year of high school my years were measured by summer. I never thought it would be my favorite season. Growing up I hated the heat. Winter was my favorite season by far. Even now I love winter. Hockey season, hot chocolate and winter wonderlands. What isn’t there to love? But it all pales in comparison to the Hughes lake house. The roaring bonfires only eclipsed by the laughter.

Last summer I barely spent any time there. I was avoiding the one and only Trevor Zegras so I stayed away from the lake house. This year we became friends again. We text all the time and I even went to his games when he came to town.

As I walk into the lake house I know it’s going to be the best year yet. I’m the first one the get here because I live so close so I grab my favorite guest room. I run upstairs to put my clothes away in dressers and get the bathroom set up with my things. Suddenly I hear Jack enter the house.

“Honey I’m home.” He calls out in an old timey accent.

I chuckle to myself, “Just a minute sweetheart, I have to get myself all dolled up for the guests!” I yell back trying not to laugh as I finish unpacking.

Right when I’m done I run down the stairs. I practically tackle Quinn in a hug. He’s probably my favorite Hughes brother but I would never say it out loud.

“Hey kiddo.” He says returning my hug. I squeeze him tighter, “Hey quinner.”

“No hug for your husband?” Jack sighs dramatically. I chuckle and give him a hug. He messes up my hair.

I look around for Luke but he’s not here, “Where’s the baby?

“He’s coming up in a few days, apparently he has some obligations.” Jack rolls his eyes as he says the word obligations. It makes me smile, I always forget how sassy he is. “Trevor is coming today but all the other guys are coming in two days, is that okay?”

I smile despite my butterflies, “Yeah it’s fine, I told you that we’re cool.”

“If you say so. We are going to get unpacked then go out on the boat. Do you want us to get you when we’re done?”

I shake my head, “Nah I’m okay for today. I think I’m just going to hang out in the hot tub. Can you get me when you guys get back?”

“No problem Y/n/n” Quinn adds in. The both of them head to their respective rooms to get unpacked.

I run to my room and pull open my drawers. I brought three different bathing suits but my favorite is the white bikini with navy blue trim. I throw it on and grab a towel. I make my way outside and toss the towel next to the hot tub. I don’t have a lot of traditions but my favorite is that I have to jump into the lake first every year.

It used to be a competition between Trevor and I. Whoever got to the lake house and jumped into the lake first won. Sometimes we even did it together. I didn’t ask him about it this year.

I look out on the beautiful lake. It stuns me every year. How can I live near something so beautiful and choose college over this. I get a running start and dive into the water. The cold surrounds me. It’s oddly comforting. I take my time, treading water and enjoying the atmosphere.

After a little while I hear someone call my name. When I turn around it’s a familiar blue eyed boy, “Y/n, I can’t believe you still always beat me!”

I can’t help but smile, “At least you except your defeats with grace.”

“That’s it!” He says in a joking manner. I watch him at he kicks off his shoes and takes off his shirt. My face immediately turns red but I don’t look away. Trevor has always been attractive but shirtless Trevor is something else entirely. His hands go to the waistband of his pants and I turn around immediately. I can feel myself blush even more deeply.

He cries out like crazy person and dives into the water. When he comes up he’s next to me. I turn toward him and chuckle as he wipes his eyes, “You have no shame, do you?”

“What is there to be ashamed of, it’s not like you saw anything.” He wiggles his eyesbrows at me and I can’t help but laugh.

I put my hand on his sholder to steady myself, “Do you want to go to the hot tub?”

He doesn’t even respond he just races out of the lake. He runs to the hot tub before I can even get out of the cold water. His boxer briefs are stuck to him because of the water. I sheild my eyes but I’ve already seen a little too much. His backside is perfect. I’m his friend so I shouldn’t know that. Maybe it okay that I know it but I shouldn’t be this affected by it.

I make my way over to the hot tub and I try to collect myself. It’s not really working. He’s watching me as I walk up like a lion watching its prey. The whole “collecting myself” thing goes out the window. I walk a little faster trying to get under the water, to hide myself again. It does nothing to help my current state. The small hot tub keeps me too close to Trevor for my liking and the heat is making it all more surreal.

“You look really beautiful.” Trevor says leaning closer to me.

I smile despite myself and fidget with my hands. “Thank you Trevor, you don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not saying it because I have to, I’m saying it because it’s true.”

I’m unsure what to say. For years I would have never guessed Trevor would be seriously flirting with me. Now it seems almost commonplace. “Oh, you look pretty too.”

He laughs, I can’t help but look up. He’s stunning when he laughs. “Why thank you Y/n, you sure know how to make a guy feel special.” We sit in silence for a moment and he brings himself closer to me. He places his hands on the edge of the hot tub caging me between his arms. “I think we are finally there.”

“Where?” I ask breathless.

He smiles, “The part where I get to love you.” My breath hitches and I can’t get a single word out no matter how hard I try. “Y/n I want you, do you want me too? Is it too late?”

“You didn’t want me before.” I said, my voice breaking.

He runs his hand through his hair, “I know. I was so stupid back then. I couldn’t see how amazing you are. The year you were gone was torture. Seeing you again at Alex’s, it was like I saw you for the first time. Right then I knew I couldn’t live without you. I want you, not just as a friend… I want everything.”

“Okay.” I say softly. I can barely even hear myself. I waited years for something like this and it’s happening. My body is is reacting to him being so close and my heart is bursting from his confession. It’s taking everything in me not to reach out and grab him.

It’s him who grabs me by the hips, pulling back so that I’m straddling him. “Okay?” He searches my eyes, “You want this?”

“Yes.” I say breathlessly, “Please. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

His lips collide with mine. He’s griping my hips so hard I’m sure it will leave a mark. My hands are tangling themselves in his hair. I’ve been waiting for years for this moment and the anticipation was nothing compared to the feeling of his lips on mine. All the tension has lead to this moment and we are taking it out on each other.

Soon enough we are consumed by one another. I’m realizing that we are simultaneously wearing too much and not nearly enough. I’m entranced by him. But I’m quickly pulled out of the trance by the sounds of a boat pulling up to the house.

I pull back and put myself across from him. It puts some much needed space between us before Jack and Quinn see us. I look at Trevor and he’s flushed, his lips are slightly swollen, and his hair is a mess. By the way he looks I’m sure I’m probably a mess as well.

“I don’t think I want them to know yet. I want this to be something that just ours for a little bit.” Trevor nods in agreement so I continue, “maybe I should get out of here, if they see us both like this they’ll know for sure.”

Trevor smirks, “that’s true.” He looks toward my towel. “I should probably be the one who goes inside.”

“Why?” I furrow my eyebrows. Deep down I’m afraid he’s regretting it.

He blushes, genuinely blushes. “Um I’m in my boxers, my clothes are scattered everywhere, and I have a hard on. I should probably take the towel and grab my clothes.”

I’m not sure how to respond to something like that so I just nod. After that blunt observation I avert my eyes. He jumps out of the hot tub. I can hear him grab the towel and quickly grab his clothes before the Hughes’ get off the boat.

When I look up he’s running back over to me with his clothes under his arm and the towel wrapped around his waist. I turn to face him. He stops in front of me and places a soft kiss on my lips. “Meet me in my room tonight?”

“Okay” I say with a smile. I watch him as a he runs off into the house. Suddenly, everything feels perfect.

[ghostssweetgirl]

Injured, Pt. 1 fem! reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

a/n - I published this on Wattpad, so I'm putting this here. New to writing (and I chose to write smut as a newb so I'm sorry if it's no good) Find me on Wattpad by ghostssweetgirl :)

Let me know if you have any questions, requests, etc. Enjoy if you can.

Inspired by... a certain audio ;) so, iykyk...

pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley and y/n (female reader)

cw: smut. smut smut smut. size kink.

pt. 2 here

You had gotten shot, well barely, if even. Right on your left side, didn't hurt too bad as it could have been much worse, but man, it was uncomfortable enough. Ghost had been nice enough to help you to the safehouse to take care of it.

He laid you on the couch, helping you take off your gear. "We got to take off the shirt."

You huffed, embarrassed and sat up slightly to slip your shirt off, leaving you in your bloodied bra and cargo pants.

"Looks kinda nasty.. Must have reflected off a tree or somethin'," he said as he inspected the wound. "Not that bad, though, yeah? You're alive."

"Yeah..." you reply. "It's really not that bad, we can just leave it, you know.."

"Y/N, no, we have to disinfect it," he sternly spoke. "Relax."

You hissed as he inspected it further, cleaning and disinfecting the area, one hand holding pressure around it. You can't help but notice his hands are so close to your breasts. It's really cold, and the cool breeze isn't helping your case, causing your nipples to harden.

Oh fuck. I hope he doesn't notice.

(He does notice, but he doesn't say anything.)

You start to shiver as he wraps up the wound. You think to yourself, well, it really doesn't hurt THAT bad, but whatever. You slip a clean shirt on, no bra. Pretty sure your hard nipples are painfully obvious.

He sits on the couch next to you. He notices you're cold and lifts a blanket up, gesturing for you to come sit on top of him, "Come here. If you're gonna stay warm, better get up close."

You almost freeze in place. Ghost is offering you... to cuddle to keep warm? It's... well, it's for the body heat and honestly probably really means nothing, but you would like to make it mean something. You stutter... "I-I.. Um-"

"Just shut up and do what you're told for once, huh?"

You get up and shyly sit on his lap. It's almost embarrassing. How scared you are to just.. plop down and get comfortable.

"There we go," he said, almost proudly, while he lets his hands rest where your thighs crease into your hips.

"Listen, darlin', I know what it's like being the newbie around here. Especially with me and Johnny giving you a harsh time.. makes you wanna push yourself.. Prove yourself to us.. But what happened back there could have gone a lot, much worse, and fast. You need to learn, pretty quick, sharp. If you act recklessly, it puts the whole squad in danger. 141 cannot have that. We run a tight ship. Understood?"

You nod, "Yes, sir. My apologies, it won't happen again," and he pulls you into him, right under his neck and you hope to God or whatever is up there that he don't hear your heart beating out of your chest. Surely he hears how fast you're breathing, though. He really is warm, but how?

"I'm proud that you've seemed to find your place here with us, Y/N", he softly spoke with his raspy voice.

You guys shared a moment of quietness. Your small body in his lap. It made you feel so tiny, but so safe. You can't help but have intrusive thoughts... What else about him is big? Is he having any... dirty thoughts right now? You would never know...

"You know.. it amazes me. A smaller frame like yours.. having you up on my lap like this? Must make you feel a bit small, huh? Or is it more secure?" he chuckles.. "Listen, none of this gets out beyond this room, yeah? Understood?"

"It actually does make me feel secure," you look up to him, smiling. "I understand. I won't tell anyone, sir."

He lifts his balaclava above his nose.

His jaw is soooo pretty. Oh my god. Those lips...

You can't help but stare. You're caught in your thoughts... About how his jaw would feel between your legs, how his lips would feel pressed against yours... he's a beautiful man, you can't deny that. Man's got a jawline for days.

"Quit thinkin' so loud... The mask? Goes no further," he said, with eyes piercing yours. "On the field, I'm still Ghost. Nobody sees my face..."

All you guys are doing now is just staring at each other.

He breaks the silence, "But you... you have quite a set of eyes on you. And don't think that I haven't noticed..."

You blush HARD.

He grabs the nape of your neck, and kisses you. Deeply. Your eyes widen but soon close, satisfied. You stifle a whimper. He grunts as his hands travel your hips and waist.

"Your lips are... just as soft as they look," he smirked, then returned to kissing you. "And you taste heavenly.

You jump as his hand brushes past your wound, "Don't worry, don't worry..." he shushes you, "I'll steer clear of it. You have to forgive me but..." He tightly grips your ass, making it jiggle as he bounces it with his hands.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting one hand rest on his jawline, rubbing your thumb across it. You're starting to breath heavily as he's really working you up... His hands don't stop exploring your body. He can't settle on a spot until he's at your breasts, and he cups them. He groans as he squeezes them. "God, you're a beautiful woman, Y/N."

You two share a look, and he takes his knife, cuts your shirt off, revealing your breasts with hard buds as you weren't wearing a bra anymore... "You like this, yeah?", you nod eagerly as he looks up at you while he takes one into his mouth, savoring the taste of sweat and you. He is really enjoying hearing you moan for him. He groans as he goes back and forth between them, making sure they get equal attention. "Sorry about the stubble, luv... Surely you'll forgive me.." he chuckles as he kisses up your chest, to your neck... settling on that one sweet spot of your neck, leaving a hickey. "Those moans... I'm gonna need more..."

He abruptly stops. "Get up and strip down to your panties," he demanded. And you do so, because you do not want to piss off your Lieutenant. You didn't even hesitate. You wanted this baaad.

He groans as he examines your now almost bare body. You feel embarrassed and try to cover yourself, and he quickly grabs hold of your wrist. "Do not hide from me, luv." he pulls you back on his lap. You feel his hardness... and god, he's big. You knew it'd be big, but... it'll split you in HALF.

"Look at you..." he cooed, kissing down your chest, biting your tit, hands grazing your back. "Sweet little girl. You're so beautiful."

(oh my fuck)

You blush at the praise. Sweet little girl? He's going to be the death of you... You needily grind up against his lap. He tuts, "Greedy girl... I'm taking my time with you. Be patient, yeah? Good girl."

"Sir... I really want you..." you pleaded with half lidded eyes, moaning, guiding his hand to your clit, over your panties. He bucks up and moans. God, his moans.

"Mmm, that's it, guide me to where you want me, princess.."

You buck your hips, chasing the pleasure from his rough and large finger... You're moaning loud, and god, he loves those moans... He sucks your nipples again while you're pleasing yourself with his finger... and surprise, all of a sudden your underwear are ripped off... more like, cut off... and you feel his bare finger against your clit. "Already this wet for me? Sweet jesus..." he moaned as he sucked even harder on your hard nipple... You gasp as one finger enters your pussy.

"Fuckin' hell, don't need much foreplay, huh? I can already feel how tight you are. Mmm, and you're wet as hell, Y/N." He's knuckle deep in you, and mind you, it's just one finger but it feels like an actual penis inside of you. You bounce on his finger. You're making him moan and you're not even doing anything to him. His palm brushes against your clit, and you're already so close to orgasm, and you know he can tell, you're clenching around him so tightly, your moans are echoing in this empty house, you're getting sloppy... and then.... you're empty...

He lays you on your back, climbing on top of you. You can hear his heavy breaths, and you see his eyes glaring you, eating up the view of your body beneath him. You can't help but feel intimidated. "God - fuck, you're so small compared to me. Bloody hell, you're gorgeous, Y/N."

You lean up slightly, and let your hands explore his defined arms. He's still dressed, and you so badly want to see his body. Fuck, he's so hot and big.

He shakes his head, seeming to have gotten lost in his mind, and he takes his shirt off, revealing his toned body lined with scars, scars that you may or most likely not ever hear the story of, but you feel so curious. Your hands explore his abs, up to his chest. You tug at his belt, and go to take it off. Once you're at his boxers, you breathe in, so excited to actually see his cock. He helps you and takes his boxers off, letting his huge and thick cock slap up against his stomach, reaching well past his belly button.

"What's with that look?" he furrows his brows, teasing you. "Don't worry, we'll make it fit, princess."

You giggle, embarrassed. 😳 You are eating UP these pet names and praise. You never knew Ghost could be so gentle and sweet. This big guy, who is an absolute asshole to most, is praising you, almost worshipping you.

You're grabbed out of the endless thoughts arising in your mind to a harsh slap on your clit.

"Fuuuck," he groans as he's making you quiver with each love tap he's hitting on your needy cunt. "God, angel, you're going to really need to work for this cock."

He's rubbing against your wetness, lines of slick connecting each time his member is separated from your slit. You can't stop the moans escaping from your mouth.

He crawls down between your thighs, and dives into your juices.

Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. He's so good, why is he so good?

You're quick to cup your mouth with your hands to try and lessen the echos of your screams, not wanting anyone to hear.

"You taste so good, Y/N. So fucking sweet."

His stubble glides against the puffiness of your cunt, you're on the brink of orgasm until-

"OH MY GOD, GHOST-"

He stuck only his head in, catching you by major surprise.

"Shhh, shhh, I know.. I know, sweet angel.. You can take it," he comforts you, rubbing your cheek, leaning down to kiss you.

It almost hurts, but the pain is so, so good. You feel so full and he's not even halfway. "Oh, gh- ghost... You're too fucking big, holy shit."

"You're fucking tight, luv, I'm sorry... I'm going to need.. ugh.. a minute," he groans as he nestles into your neck, adjusting to how you grip around his length. If he doesn't take a moment, he'll cum long before he wants to.

Your breaths still aren't steady, mewls falling out of your mouth and he's barely even rutting against you, still just halfway in. Tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, you nod to him to keep going as he sits himself up.

He finally bottoms out. The pain was quickly reduced to pure pleasure. The most pleasure you've ever felt, you have to admit.

He hikes your legs up, putting you in a mating press, careful with your wound, and starts with a steady, but oh so deep pace, with each thrust, his tip is kissing your cervix, wet sounds spilling out. Both of your moans are echoing the room, and it's getting warm from all the hot breath.

"Goddamn, Y/N. You like this? You like my fat cock in your pussy, hm?" he grasps a handful of your hair, tilting your head to look at the way his dick slides in and out of you. "Look at that. Look at thaaaat... Mmm, that's my girl. Say my name"

That's my girl. Fuck. You go to say "Ghost" but he corrects you.

"No, no. Don't call me Ghost or fucking Lieutenant. Call me Simon. Simon. Yeahhh.." he says, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, faster.

You feel that knot in your stomach...

Your back arches as much as it can, your hands gripping each side of the couch. He's talking you through your orgasm, and it's helping.. too much.

"That's a good fucking girl"

"Yes, sweet girl, let it out, let it out my angel. You're all fucking mine"

"Cum on my cock, cum all over my fucking cock, god, if you don't stop clenching this tight around me, I'm gonna cum, I'm so fucking close"

You moan, mouth agape and looking at him, dumbfounded, cum-hazed look on your face as sticky white substance leaks out your hole, leaving an 'o' around the base of his cock. "Fuck, Simon.. Thank you, thank you.. Thank you.. Aah~ fuck, thank you.." you breathlessly plead and mewl, earning a sadistic smirk from your Lieutenant.

You lean up to kiss him, and he kisses you deeper than before, moaning into your mouth. His hand finds your clit, furiously playing with it, overstimulating you, making your legs shake... You shriek as you really can't handle it, fuck, the feeling of his cock stretching you to your limit plus the way his hand vibrates over your clit is too much.

His thrusts are getting sloppy, he's speaking sweet nothings, babbling.. you can't really understand him, but you know he's so close. You're close again too, surprisingly. Crescent moons are placed in his shoulders from your nails, making him hiss.. the pain also adding to his pleasure. You buck your hips into him to help the both of you.

"Baby, I'm so fucking close.. Sh- shit, the way you're clenched around me - fuck.. I know you have another one in there, come onnnn... cum with me sweet girl.." he coos, literally pulling that last orgasm out of you, kissing your jaw down to your neck, thrusting harder, bottoming out.

You both reach your climax simultaneously, panting and riding the high out.

Both out of breath, he carefully spins you on top of him. His cock, along with both of yous' cum, slowly falls out. You're left naked laying on top of this beast of a man.

I just had sex with my Lieutenant.

Another quiet, but comfortable moment goes by, you're enjoying laying on his chest, listening to the thud of his heartbeat. It's relaxing, really.

He grunts, and plays with your hair. "Like I said, none of this gets out beyond this room. We wouldn't hear the fucking end of it if anyone found out. Given they wouldn't do a damn thing about it because they know I'd kill them, but still."

You nod, unable to speak. Your mind is still jambled, you're still trying to fathom the pleasure you just received.

"I don't know about you, but I'd like to enjoy the rest of the night with you. We may not have another chance, so let's make the most of it, yeah? I know I won't be forgetting tonight anytime soon. And you better fucking not, either."

Your hand draws circles on his chest, as you smile, satisfied. You can't help but feel so worn out, literally. Your eyes are fluttering shut, sleepiness taking over you.

"Get some rest, I'll take first watch. That's an order."

You fall asleep in his strong, but comforting arms.

[bayothemayo]

Hello~~!!! ヾ(´⌣`)ノ Hope this is allowed but can I request HCs for Akira Kurusu x Reader, where reader is based on Yor from spy x family?? Shy, timid, a bit clumsy and a terrible cook in her usual life — but in the metaverse, reader is more efficient and is, i guess, 'bloodthirsty' when taking care of shadows (╭ರ_•́) ?? Oh and also, just a tiny bonus: but reader getting flustered when she gets caught during the heat of the moment, insecure or embarrassed up to you tbh (you can choose whether or not to include this in the writing, all up to you bab) ANYWAYS take however long you want to write this and no need to rush!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and stay SLAYINGGGG

Akira Kurusu with an S/O who is like Yor from Spy x Family

Note: I haven't seen Spy x Family, so I apologize that this isn't what you wanted. I looked at the Spy x Family Wiki and watch some compilations to get more of an idea of what she is like a little bit more. It might not be good. You stay slaying too!

You were pretty shy when you first met Kurusu.

And straightforward

"Why are you staring at me?"

Then a few different events later, you two start to hang out.

Kurusu notices that you are a little bit clumsy at times.

He notices that you're an awful cook. He can simply smell a few feet away.

He offers you that he can teach you to learn how to cook. You gladly accepted.

It went terrible.

The food taste awful despite Kurusu's guidance.

You kept on apologizing to Kurusu of all your cooking failures. He keeps resurging you that you will be a good cook with practice.

Though one time, you put...something into the curry. Kurusu doesn't know what it is, but it made the curry purple and have a smell that could kill.

He asks you what you put into the curry, and you showed a posted from someone named Amagi Yukiko. He looked more into the account made by Amagi Yukiko. Needless to say, that blog is banned in the kitchen.

Akira also notices that you look...a little more interested into the blades in the kitchen. He keeps that in his mind.

When the two of you started dating, he notices that you can't handle affection like a kiss. Your shyness basically presents itself loudly. He understands if it's too much for you and can wait when you are ready.

You feel like you're not being a good lover due to Akira declining your hang-out invitations.

He always let you know that you are the best lover ever.

One day, you got curious about what he does. That was the day Akira learned another part of you.

You got transported into the Metaverse. Surprise and shock fills your mind as you look at Akira and his buddies. They were the Phantom Thieves.

A girl with big goggles points you out, making the rest of the gang looking at you with shock.

You asked on what they were doing.

A guy with a skull mask responded, "W-We're just cosplayers!"

"Wow. Pretty cool cosplays. Are the big guys cosplayers too?" You pointed at what you didn't know was, shadows.

The Phantom Thieves get into formation. Akira, who his friends called him "Joker", tells you to get back. He tells you that they are doing a "quick play"

Wanting to see this play, you went back and watch. You saw these things called "Personas" being summoned. You just thought to yourself, "Cool holograms."

Then you notice the blood. The blood isn't fake. You know that. The group is failing. They are being defeated in this "play."

Akira yelled out for you to run, you did the exact opposite. You approach this "man." Who looks like demons.

You felt anger going through your veins. The demon charge at you. Akira yelled. Before the demon strike, you took out your knife and stab its head. You kicked it out of the way as you start to attack the other shadows. The Thieves watch in amazement as you savagely fight the shadows. You dodged quickly from the shadows attacks. In one of the fire attacks, you barely miss, as the heat of the flames softly touched your skin. You stab, beat, kick, punched, whatever you did in order to protect Akira.

After all the shadows perish, you turn to look at the Phantom Thieves. Your serious look turned into shock as you are trying to find an excuse.

"I-I also do p-plays! Y-Yeah! S-Sorry..." You cover your face in embarrassment

The blonde guy turns to Joker, "Dude, we need them in our team."

Thus, you were given the code name "Thorn"