#like he let me just do my own study as he talked and let me keep my earphones in what a legend

[agreeeeeeeeeee]

DESPERATELY need to see your take on poly wolfstar smut. sorry if thats too broad but youre an amazing writer and i just need to see you bring it to life.

had me at poly wolfstar 🫡

LOCKJAW | poly!wolfstar

feat. poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: MDNI 18+, no plot just smut. oral, piv, dirty talk, cursing, softdom!Remus, switch!Sirius

AN: bc I can't get the damn tiktok audio out of my head

Sirius was draped face down across your lap, nuzzling into the crease of your hip while his hands kneaded your thighs.

“Sirius, quit squirming,” you huffed, lifting your book to glare down at him.

“Can't get comfy,” he mumbled, lifting the hem of your shirt to bury his nose into your skin, the tip of it like an ice cube.

“Sirius! Merlin, you're a handful,” you rolled your eyes and looked towards Remus for assistance. He was stretched on the other end of the bed, watching the two of you over his own book. Sirius’ feet were in his lap, tucked between his thighs for warmth.

Remus tsked under his breath, pinching Sirius’ calf and earning an annoyed grunt. “Leave her alone, Pads. She has an exam tomorrow.”

“But I love heeeerrrr,” Sirius whined, clutching you tighter. “Smells s’good,” he hummed.

Remus shook his head, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, dove. I tried.”

Sirius had been a needy, pouting wretch all day. You woke up with his morning wood digging into your stomach, his hips twitching in his sleep as soft, mumbled moans dripped like honey from his lips. Any other morning, you would have taken full advantage of your drowsy, wanton boyfriend, but when you checked Rem’s watch on the side table, you realized the three of you were about to late to Charms…again.

And later in class, Sirius seemed incapable of focusing, every spare scrap of attention he had devoted to you or Remus, or both of you. Studying your hands as you wrote, groping beneath your robes to squeeze your flesh, nuzzling into your necks, whining pitifully in your ears. He even pulled you into his lap during Potions, his boner pressed against your uncovered heat for a dizzying, thrilling moment, before Slughorn kicked him out for being a nuisance.

At dinner, Sirius was practically eating out of your hands, desperate for even a little contact, an ounce of physical touch. By then, you and Remus had put together what was ailing your poor boy and started to play along, keying him up even further only to deny him the smallest satisfaction.

You fed Sirius grapes, bits of bread and cheese, but wouldn't let his lips touch your fingers. Remus rested a hand on Sirius’ lower thigh, tracing the bones of his knee through the hole in his jeans, but didn't dare twitch a finger higher, no matter how much Sirius whined and squirmed. You'd even given Remus a full kiss when you'd returned to the common room, tugging at his lower lip with your teeth the way you knew Sirius liked, but only gave Sirius a chaste peck, leaving him dumbstruck at the bottom of the stairs.

If you didn't relieve him soon, you feared he might combust.

You glanced up at Remus again, and he caught your eye. “Ready?” You mouthed, and Remus nodded with a sly smirk.

With deft fingers, Remus started massaging Sirius' feet and calves, increasing the pressure until Sirius was moaning against your skin, going languid in your lap with a pleased hum.

“That feel good, baby?” You cooed, running your fingers through Sirius hair. “Rem is so good with his hands, isn't he?”

Sirius nodded, his hips twitching into the mattress as Remus worked higher, pushing his thumbs up the back of Sirius' thighs in a straight line

“So tense, pet,” Remus hummed.

“Because you cunts have been torturing me all day,” he huffed, but it was toothless, softened by the breathless edge of his voice.

“Torturing you? I would never do such a thing,” you pouted, feigning indignation.

Sirius nipped at your hip before laving his tongue over the sting. “I know you felt me this morning,” he chastised, pulling down the waistband of your skirt to kiss along your hips.

“Yeah, I felt we were all going to get detention for being late to Charms,” you said, trying to ignore the blooming heat between your legs from his touch.

“Would've been worth it,” he grumbled.

“You’re right, maybe you wouldn't have been such a needy brat all day.” Remus tickled the bottom of Sirius foot and he yelped, flipping over onto his back to try and bat Remus away, but you held down his shoulders, keeping his upper body in your lap.

“You can't let him get away with—oh fuck,” Sirius' complaint was interrupted by Remus gliding his fingers between Sirius’ thighs, caressing over the thick ridge in his pajamas bottoms.

“You want me to stop him?” You asked, batting your lashes, and Sirius shook his head side to side vigorously, his hair falling across his face.

“Don't you dare stop,” he whined, canting his hips into Remus' palm.

“Poor thing,” Remus cooed, trailing his finger through the puddle of precum bleeding through the fabric of Sirius' pants. “Been suffering all day at the hands of our beautiful girl.”

You scoffed, unable to stop the grin rising on your lips. “Me? You were the one that wore that slutty little sweater vest.”

“It was temperate today! You were the one that conveniently forgot underwear this morning,” Remus shot back, winking at you.

“You what?” Sirius squawked, jolting upright to glare at you. “And you didn't tell me?!”

You shrugged, toying with the hem of your skirt. “Didn't think it was relevant.”

Sirius gaped at you and Remus snickered. “That is the meanest thing you've ever said to me,” Sirius said, clutching his heart. “Like you don't even know me.”

Remus shifted to lay between Sirius' legs, licking a stripe up his cock over his pants, distracting him from his tirade. Sirius collapsed back onto the bed with a moan, and you slipped off the edge of it before he trapped you beneath him again.

“Oh, we know you well enough, Pads,” Remus chuckled, mouthing at the head of his cock. “Don't we, dove?”

You nodded, stroking Sirius’ hair out of his face while Remus toyed with him. His eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed, fisting the quilt beneath him.

“Rem, don't tease me,” he whined, the muscles along his abdomen tight with the strain of keeping still.

“But you like it,” Remus said matter-of-factly. “That's why you kept up with whiny puppy-dog thing instead of just asking.”

Sirius huffed, looking at you for help, his green eyes pleading.

“We love you, Sirius,” you said, bending down to kiss his forehead. “And if you need something, just ask, yeah?”

“We're here to make you happy,” Remus added, dragging down his waistband of Sirius' pants to kiss along his hip bones.

“Just need you two,” Sirius panted, reaching for you while Remus licked up the smear of precum along his pelvis. “Please, baby.”

You unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the floor, showing Sirius the drooling, sticky mess between your legs that his desperation inspired, and he groaned, his pupils dilating instantly.

Remus chuckled. “Look how hard that made him, darling. Making a mess of himself,” he teased, though his eyes were locked between your legs too while his tongue traced over the root of Sirius. Another flush of arousal made you pussy throb, and Sirius practically whimpered.

“If you don't bring that sweet pussy over here now,” Sirius warned, grabbing you by the hip to tug you closer.

As soon as you kneeled back onto the bed, he yanked you over his face, throwing one leg on either side of his head so you were facing Remus, who had paused his own work to watch you through heavy lashes.

Sirius immediately laved his tongue through your soaked slit, a deep rumble of satisfaction reverberating from his chest when you cried out, bucking against his tongue.

“This what you wanted, pet?” Remus said, spitting on Sirius' cock and stroking it with his fist. “To be smothered by us?”

You felt Sirius nod, his tongue fucking into your sloppy channel with ruthless, hungry precision, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass to spread you open. Syrupy thick pleasure pulsed through you, making your toes curl and your head fall back while he drank from you, fiendish as a vampire.

“Take your blouse off, pretty girl. Let me see you,” Remus instructed, using his thumb to massage under the head of Sirius' cock, making him whine and twitch beneath you.

You obliged, fingers clumsy as your arousal deepened. You tossed your blouse off the bed, followed quickly by your bra, and Sirius’ hands immediately shot up to grope and paw at your chest.

Delicious, spiralling heat surged through you when he tweaked your nipples, his tongue moving to circle your clit, his nose pressed against your entrance. Sirius was a master with his mouth, and his eagerness only made him more merciless in the hunt for your release.

You leaned forward, resting on your forearms on either side of Sirius' hips, and licked a stripe up his cock, tasting the heady combination of Sirius and Remus' drool.

Sirius cried out, his hips bucking up at the unexpected contact, and you giggled, repeating the motion.

“I c-can't take both of you—” his protest fractured when Remus licked along his base, your mouth suckling the head, and his cock gave a hard lurch as more blood rushed south. “Fucking saints, so good.” He dove back into your pussy, sucking your clit between his teeth and lashing it with his tongue, payback for your dirty tricks.

You cried out, spine arching as he devoured you and you felt your peak start to build, a steady stacking of pleasure that grew more precarious, more overwhelming, by the second.

“You're perfect,” Remus hummed in appreciation, lifting from Sirius’ cock to give you a messy kiss, his tongue tracing your lips before licking into your mouth, making you loose your breath.

After a few moments, and a whine in protest from Sirius, Remus broke the kiss and turned his attention back to your needy boyfriend, finally taking all of him into his mouth with a smooth, practiced swallow.

“Merlin, Moony, fuck,” Sirius grunted. “So tight.”

You combed your fingers through Remus' hair as he sucked Sirius, earning a sweet hum from your sandy haired love.

“You're perfect too, Remy,” you cooed, trying to distract yourself from your mounting orgasm. “My beautiful boy.” You kissed along his jaw, feeling the tension and tremble as he worked Sirius deeper into his throat. You saw his hips twitch, his hands fisting the sheets. “Finish him off and then you can fuck me just how you like. How's that sound?” You purred in his ear and he groaned, creating a domino effect of moans as the vibrations worked through each of you.

You felt two fingers prod at your entrance and you keened, feeling Sirius sink to the knuckle and scissor your open with his long fingers.

“Shit, Siri,” you whined, rocking back into his hand while his tongue lashed your swelling bud.

“Want you to come all over my face, darling. Taste so good, need—fuck—need it so bad,” he mumbled against your sex, lapping at the creamy mess his fingers coaxed from you.

You rested your head on Sirius’ hip, watching Remus gag on his length through a rosy haze, the combined stimulus making your mind you fuzzy, your heart pound. It was too much, an onslaught of erotic sensation, and your body was pulling apart at the seams, nerves fracturing under the strain—

You came with a scream, trying to muffle the sound into Sirius’ skin as you shattered, a gush of moisture surging from you at the intensity. You were rendered matterless, a floating speck of dust, drifting on the current of the stars.

Sirius grunted beneath you, his muscles tensing in a wave, and he bucked hard into Remus' throat, the root of his cock pulsing as he came a heartbeat after you.

Remus took it all in stride, milking Sirius with his mouth while petting your hair as you came down, tethering you both to the earth.

When you were finished, you slumped sideways onto the bed, panting and slightly shaky from the intensity of it all. Sirius rested his cheek on your thigh, breathing labored and eyes closed, his face shining with your slick.

Remus pulled off of him with a pop. “Worth the wait, Pads?” Remus asked, kissing along Sirius’ thighs.

Sirius shook his head. “We could have done that at least three times since this morning, but noooo—”

You swatted his stomach and he chuckled, nipping at the tender skin of your inner thigh. You glanced up at Remus, who was watching the two of you with so much affection it made your heart twist.

“Come here, baby,” you murmured, and Remus leaned over, capturing your lips in an airy, open-mouthed kiss that stoked the dwindling fire in your belly. You could taste Sirius on his tongue and it made your head swim, your thighs clench.

“Think our girl is ready for more, Moony,” Sirius said, untangling himself from the two of you and stepping off the bed to retrieve something.

“Is she?” Remus asked, flipping himself around and bundling you into his arms, raining kisses over your face, neck, chest and making you giggle. “What say you, my love?”

“Please, Rem?” You whined, grabbing at his cock nestled between your bodies, already rock solid and hot to the touch.

“Oh, suddenly she's polite,” Sirius scoffed, swatting your ass as he climbed back into bed.

Remus chuckled, kissing you one more time before passing you into Sirius’ arms. You snuggled into Sirius’ chest, kissing along his tattoos, loving your two boyfriends so much you could hardly breathe around the fullness in your chest.

“Hi, dolly,” Sirius hummed, drawing you up by the chin for featherlight kiss. “Ready to get fucked out of you mind?”

At the same moment, Remus lifted your hips until you rested on your knees. Face down on Sirius chest, ass up. Sirius adjusted his legs so your feet were pinned beneath them, and Remus grabbed your wrists to fasten them with Sirius’ tie behind your back, seamless in the only the way the two of them could be. Like they shared the same, filthy mind.

It made your cunt clench around nothing, your knees weak beneath you, desire pumping thick and sludgy through your blood.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, squirming in their hold until you felt the head of Remus' cock tap against your still-sensitive clit.

“Shh, there's our sweet girl. Rem’s gonna get his now, okay? Can you do that for him? Take it like a good little slut?” Sirius asked, petting your hair and smoothing a hand over one of your trembling legs.

You nodded, burrowing into Sirius' neck to ground you. “I'll be good,” you answered, and both boys cooed in approval.

Remus brushed his lips along your spine, still teasing your clit with his cock. “You always are, precious,” he murmured, straightening. “Just try not to wake the entire castle.”

In one, brutal thrust, Remus slammed into you, his hips slapping against your ass with a definitive smack. You cried out, the sound barely muffled by Sirius’ skin, as pleasure streaked beneath your skin, frying the last functioning neurons in your brain. The maelstrom of feeling only increased as he fucked into you, ruthless and rutting.

“Fuck, Moony. Look at our girl, takin’ it so well. Aren't you, darling?” Sirius caressed your cheek, dropping a kiss into your hair.

“Yes—mmph—fuck, so big,” you mewled, fingers tensing around the tie securing your wrists, your whole body desperate to move and release some of the compounding energy that was drowning you alive.

“So fucking tight, Pads. Squeezin’ the hell out of me,” Remus grunted, his grip almost painfully tight on your hips. But you barely registered it, completely awash in the seizing, spiraling ecstasy taking over your body, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

“You wanna come around our boy? Let him stuff that greedy little pussy full?” Sirius reached beneath you, his middle finger finding your clit like it was magnetized to it. “Absolutely dripping wet for us. Fuck me,” he praised, removing his hand to steal a taste before returning to massage quick, tight circles around the puffy bud.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted, fucking back into Remus as you chased your high, feeling him hit every angle, every inch of your stretched out cunt.

“Go on, dove. Come for us,” Remus gruffed, reaching forward to fist your hair and pull your head up, your cries of ecstasy ripping through the air.

Sirius grinned, kissing the tears as they rolled down your cheeks. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, his free hand wrapping around your throat. “Let go, love.”

And you did, your orgasm slamming into you like a branch of the Whomping Willow, knocking your soul out of your body and into the stars. You were nothing, everything, a mindless tangle of flesh and blood and feeling, the only tether you had was your boys hands on your body, Remus’ cock swelling and the scalding heat as he painted your insides.

You collapsed onto Sirius, breathless, boneless, so sensitive that even the brush of his hair was agony, the thump of his heart like a roaring train.

“Sh, sh, sweetheart, I’ve got you. You did so well, all done now, dolly. You were such a good girl for us,” Sirius shushed, his voice growing clearer as the fog lifted. You were crying, trembling in his arms as the pleasure worked itself out of your system. “She's alright, Rem,” you heard him say, and that was enough to bring you fully back to the present.

You turned to look at Remus, who was watching you with a worried crinkle in his brow, slumped against the pillows at the other end of the bed, chest heaving and sweat dripping down his scarred chest.

You wiggled out of Sirius' hold and threw yourself onto Remus, kissing him with a much strength as you could muster until you felt him smile.

“Didn't mean to be so rough with you,” he murmured, skimming your jaw with his thumb. “M’sorry.”

You shook your head, silencing him with another kiss. “I love you. That was amazing. You're amazing. If I wasn't 90% gelatin I'd tell you to do it again “

The boys chuckled, Sirius climbing up to lay beside you both. You settled into your usual sandwich, Remus wrapped around your back while you nuzzled into Sirius' front, his arms draped over the both of you, and your legs all tangled together.

“I need to shower,” you grumbled, feeling Remus' release trickle onto your thigh.

“No, you need a cuddle,” Sirius retorted, already sounding half asleep.

“I could get us into the Prefect bathroom,” Remus suggested, and Sirius snapped awake.

“Why didn't you say that sooner!” He cried, shoving you both towards the edge of the bed. “Let's go, you lazy asses!”

You and Remus groaned, but let Sirius drag you up and wrap you into your robes.

Looks like you'd be sleeping in tomorrow, too.

Thank you so much for reading!

[revelboo]

maybe it's just bc i ordered mine insanely late into the year, but i didn't experience any joint fragility on my gold blokee prowl. especially when i fucked up his arm and had to use my teeth to pry the joint loose. good GOD.

he was my test subject tbh (please ignore alpha trion dead on the ground. he's just sleeping)

I assembled Starscream and decided the rest were staying in the box, those joints are awful

Stand Too Close Pt 13

Prowl x Reader

• You’re curled up on your side when he finally gives up and returns to face your anger. Walking over, he lays his palms against the surface and leans to study your face. Spark aching at how peaceful you look. Are you really asleep or pretending so he’ll leave you alone? Venting, he scoops up you and your blankets and your head comes up, hair mussed and alarmed until you realize it’s him and then you just scowl. “Put me back. I was fine,” you demand, smacking a little palm against his hand as he ignores your anger and carries you to his berth. Cupping you against his chassis as he lay back, he also ignores when you kick his servos. “Prowl, I mean it.”

• He’s ignoring you as he lays back, servos keeping you pinned in place. Pretending he doesn’t notice your anger or just not caring. “You were cold,” he says. “You’re always cold.” Face heating as he lays his head back, optics shuttering. Because he’s not talking about temperature. Jaw clenched, you glare at his face. How dare he? Of course he’s going to pull this now. It’s your own fault for letting your guard down around him, for starting to almost like the guy. Forgetting what a jerk he is.

• “I’m cold. Look who’s talking.” Squinting down at your angry tone, he vents at you, warm air stirring your hair. “I’m not the one hiding who I am. Scared that if I get angry people won’t like me anymore.” Knows you’re trying to hurt him because you’re angry and he’s there. An easy target. But your words still cut him to the spark.

• “Is that what you think I’m doing?” He murmurs as you glare. A servo slides up your spine to rest against the back of your neck. “I enjoy this between us. The fragging. But I want more than that and if everything else is something I have to earn, then fine.” Like he deserves anything more from you. Those icy optics flick down to you, warming some as he smiles that stupid, crooked smile that makes him seem approachable. Handsome.

• Watches you twist against him, curling up on his chassis with your back to him. Denying him those angry eyes he loves. And he tells himself that it’s fine. That he doesn’t need more. That for now, this is enough. Maybe you’ll start thawing and smile for him again, joke with him, but it’s always going to be there between you isn’t it? That he took you from your life, took all of your choices away. And that he understands, because the war did the same to him. All of his hopes and dreams just gone as soon as he’d been dragged into the conflict, choosing a side. You’ll smile again, even if deep down you still resent him. Hate him. Optics shuttering, he realizes there’s only one way forward. To do what’s best for you even if it’s not what he wants.

Previous

[bountydroid]

Sweet On Ya

Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Description: Reader admits her feelings to Arthur.

Words: 1,144

You groaned angrily as you kicked your broken cart. Of course the wheel fell off on the hottest day of the year. You wiped your forehead with your dirty sleeve before peering into the desert. Surely someone would come along soon, but would they be friendly? Gangs have been popping up in the area as of late. You were used to the occasional bandit, but honest-to-god gangs? That was a new one for Valentine.

"Sorry girl," You said to your horse, petting her mane, "Looks like we gotta wait here. Let's hope it's not one of those Irish fuckers."

Humming softly as your fingers ran through the horse's hair you absent-mindedly began to braid it. It didn't take long to lose track of time as you waited for a passerby.

"Cart trouble?" A gravelly voice rang out behind you. You squealed in surprise as he quickly lifted his hands. "Woah it's just me." He said quickly.

"Arthur Morgan," You sighed with your hand on your chest. "You should know better than to sneak up on people like that."

Arthur and his gang came into the area within the past couple of weeks. They mostly kept to themselves but were in town from time to time getting supplies and the sort. You had met him when he caught you admiring his horse. He was a little awkward at first, but it was cute. Your friendship blossomed from there. If you saw each other in town you would often find yourself at the saloon talking, and he occasionally would ride with you to make sure you "got home safe". A real gentleman Arthur was and you couldn’t help but fall for the man.

"Sorry," Arthur mumbled apologetically.

"It's nothin' Arthur. Think ya could help me with this?" You said as you motioned to your cart.

You took a moment to admire him while he knelt to investigate. Sweat dripped down his forehead. Your eyes followed the water droplet till it disappeared under his shirt. You felt your face get warm when you noticed the soft hairs peaking out from his shirt. Your eyes then moved to his hat. The holes and scrapes made it endearing, like it had its own story to tell. You couldn't help but smile as you remembered how embarrassed Arthur was when you asked about it.

"What ya do to this thing girl?" Arthur's voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Well, I dunno! I was just trying to get to town." You responded defensively.

He snorted at your attitude, looking up from under his hat. You sighed, feeling defeated as you looked back at the cart. "Come on." He said as he pulled your horse's reins. "Let's get you both somewhere safe for the night.

"Night?" You asked as you looked up at the sky. The sun was starting to set, how long had you been standing there?

"Yea. Ya know that thing where ya can't see a damn thing?" He teased.

"Can it, Arthur." You grumbled, looking away to hide your embarrassment.

It didn't take long for the two of you to find a safe spot to camp for the night. You had told him he didn't need to stay but he insisted. He was always worried about you. It was sweet. Arthur had mentioned to you many times how dangerous for a woman to be livin' by herself, and while you agreed, you weren't gonna just settle down with anyone for the sake of safety.

"You didn't have to stay with me Arthur," You said to him, admiring the way the flames lit up his face.

"I feel better knowing you are safe, darlin'," He said. It startled you. He had never called you darlin' before.

"See Arthur, you are always badgerin' me about needing a man in my life to protect me. I already do!" You teased. Something flickered across his face, an emotion you couldn't quite place. You wondered if you had crossed a line, but you couldn't help but test the waters.

You were about to apologize before he interrupted you, "What would you think about joining the gang?". You didn't do well to hide the surprise on your face while he studied your reaction.

"Are you sure that's what ya want?" You said breathlessly. Surely he didn't mean it.

"I've been meanin' to ask ya for a while." He mumbled as he looked back down at the fire. "I… I need to know you are safe. Maybe that is selfish of me."

"No. Arthur, it's not." You tried to reassure him. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I honestly would do anything you ask of me."

He looked up at you, obviously confused. "Ya would?"

"Haven't you noticed by now? I'm sweet on ya." You admitted as you scooted closer to the cowboy. You didn't plan on admitting your feelings to him today, but it seemed like the perfect time.

"No ya ain't." He said, hesitation clear in his voice. The cocky cowboy facade that you were used to was completely gone.

"Are you callin' me a liar, Arthur Morgan?" You asked, annoyed.

"No! No, I just-" He said stuttering. "Why would ya want to be with a man like me? I ain't a good man."

You hummed in response as you looked down at your hands, "You don't want me then?" You asked quietly.

He stood up quickly, a look of panic etched across his face. This startled you as you stared up at him from the ground. The night was quiet except for the hum of grasshoppers keeping you company. You started to tear up at his silence. You felt like you had ruined everything. Would there be any more fun banter with him? Any more drinks at the saloon? The panic on his face seemed to get worse as the tears started to fall down your face.

"I do want you," He said, louder than necessary as he shifted between his feet. "I do."

This confused you. This whole conversation it seemed like he was pushing you away. Why would he do that if he didn't want you? This made you angry as you made your got up on your feet to stare him down. "Then have me, ya stubborn ass." You said poking him in the chest.

Arthur couldn't help but laugh. The smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you gently like he was afraid you'd bolt at any moment while his eyes flickered to your lips. He leaned down a bit, clearly asking for permission. You responded by standing on your tippy toes, pushing your lips against his. You felt him hum happily against your lips as he held you tighter under the sparkling night sky.

[schlatt-love-bot]

yuck! part 2 - schlatt x reader

[part one, part 1.5, part two (currently reading), part three]

now listening: yuck - charli xcx 0:40 ──❍──── 2:19 ↻ ⊲  Ⅱ  ⊳  ↺

“Uhh…hi. I guess we’re partners?” You chuckled, sitting in the empty desk next to Schlatt, as he glanced up, about to grumble something about just splitting the work 50/50 and never speaking again, until he locked eyes with yours. He felt oddly entranced, needing to know more about this mysterious person he was suddenly partnered with. 

“Uhhh, yeah…assuming you’re (Y/N), right?” He said, leaning back in his chair as he looked at the Canvas tab with “PARTNER PROJECT - GROUPING LIST,” reading your name as it was typed on the list next to his own.

“Yep, that’s me. Wanna get started now, or just bullshit and figure it out later?” You smiled, placing your laptop down on the desk next to him, pulling out the seat before sitting down. He smiled, putting his hands behind his head.

“What…are you not interested in 20th Century Russian Literature or somethin’?” He let out a laugh, watching you crinkle your nose in disdain.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t take you as a guy who was into Vladimir Mayakovsky...” You scoffed, opening your laptop to open a Google Doc, assuming you were about to be doing some work in the next half an hour left in this class. Smirking, Schlatt reached over, closing your laptop screen. 

“What the hell, dude?” You looked over at him, his smirk starting to piss you off. 

“You really thought we were going to work right now…? Be so serious..” He laughed, grabbing his bag before signalling you to follow him. You shook your head in disbelief, looking around. Most of the other people in class had left, your professor giving you time to head to the library with your partners to find the specific pieces of literature you were studying, so you assumed that's where you were heading. 

“Needed to get out of there…” He laughed, opening the door for you as the cool fall New York air pricked at your skin. You nodded your head, agreeing with his statement.

“So, to the library we go, then?” You asked, slinging your backpack on your shoulder, quickening your steps to keep up with his long, yet slow, strides. He let out a laugh, one that began to warm you in the pit of your stomach, filling you with butterflies. 

“Hell no…just didn’t want our professor to overhear us talkin’ shit on his class…gotta keep up that good grade, yknow?” He chuckled. Listening to him talking, you realized you had recognized his voice as the one person who spoke at least a little bit of Russian in the class, and managed to understand the stories in the language they were written in to discuss in class. Your eyes widened only slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You mean to tell me…you don’t actually like Russian literature? You speak Russian!” 

“Only bits and pieces, princess. Besides…it’s so fuckin’ boring. Learned Russian in high school because it sounded fun…thought if I took this elective course it would be the same. Clearly I was wrong because this is the stupidest fuckin’ class I’ve ever taken.” He groaned, your mind only able to focus on his usage of ‘princess,’ trying to hide the heat you could feel creeping across your cheeks. You hummed, nodding at him. 

“Honestly…I signed up for the wrong class. Thought I clicked on 20th Century American Literature, and not Russian…shouldn’t have scheduled my classes at 2 AM, I guess.” I said, laughing at the memory. I saw him begin to smile, shaking his head. 

“Got partnered with someone who often operates in delirium? God really must hate me..” He groaned, opening the door to the student union center, walking to a bustling common area. You knew you just met the guy, but he was already beginning to feel like a close friend, close enough that you took your hand and swatted him on the shoulder, giving him a disappointed look. 

“Hey! I’m not that bad, I don’t make all my decisions while delirious! Just…some of them.” You said, crossing your arms with a huff. Schlatt smiled, staring at you, an unfamiliar warm sensation filling his gut. It honestly made him kind of queasy, swallowing down…whatever it was with a shake of his head, moving on with the conversation at hand. Schlatt swore to himself that day that he would never let that feeling back into his body if he had any say about it.

“Hey…did you hear me?” You asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face, as Schlatt was shook back to reality, away from that distant memory. His spine chilled with the memory of your meeting, the familiar queasy feeling creeping back into his gut as he faced you. 

“Y-Yeah…I did. Thanks, toots. You’re not half bad yourself…” He felt the need to swallow imaginary bile down his throat as he choked out a sentence or two, not wanting to piss you off. He hated having these…feelings. Not used to them, he shook his head slightly, wanting to clear his mind. 

You frowned, hoping he wouldn’t see your upset in the darkness of the night. You rolled back onto your back, looking up at the stars once more, as if you were seeking an answer. Why was he being like this? Were you really such a bad person? Why couldn’t he open himself up to the possibility of more? 

He, too, returned his gaze to the night sky, asking his own series of questions to higher powers. Why was he feeling so…mushy? Was it worth it, to let down his guard and accept thoughts of…settling down? Why did he feel so nervous all of a sudden when he looked at you? Speaking of you…he glanced over, noting the obvious sadness in your face. Sighing, he pulled you closer to his chest, gently whispering in your hair. 

“It’s nothin’ against you, toots. Just…wasn’t expectin’ you to come out ‘n say that…” He mumbled, taking in the moment with you. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t keep yourself mad at him for too long, though your gut began to churn.

“It’s…it’s alright. We should be getting back to the cabin…it’s getting late, and I’m getting cold.” You said, sitting up. He sighed, following in suit standing up as he held out his hand, grabbing yours to help you stand up. Silently, he picked up the blanket, wrapped an arm around your shoulder, silently making your way back to the cabin. 

The air was tense when you walked in, a lot of unspoken words that were needing to be shared between you both…yet nothing happened. You both went your separate ways for the night, you doing your skincare routine, changing into more comfortable clothes, as you began to wander the cabin, hoping Schlatt would be out of whatever funk he was in, so you could talk.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, you saw Schlatt outside on the porch, leaning against the railings looking out into the night. You could tell by the look on his face he was still engulfed in his thoughts, so you decided to not instigate and rather cozy up in your room for the rest of the night. You got comfortable in your bed, turning on a bedside lamp as you pulled the book you were reading from out of your bag, deciding to get a chapter or two in before you inevitably fell asleep for the night. 

Outside, Schlatt sighed, bringing his hands up to his face, trying to rid himself of all of the…confusion and feelings he was currently having. He liked to live his life plain and simple–nothing with strings attached, really only ever relying on himself for anything he needed. Being alone was simple to him, he was able to get work done, live the life he needed to live, and he had the connections that were necessary to fulfill certain human needs, social and physical. Now, two years into this friends with benefits situation the two of you had created for yourself, he found himself stuck, these unfamiliar feelings occurring way too often recently, and he had noticed your change in demeanor, clearly wanting something more from the connection you were having. 

“I can’t keep fuckin’ doing this…” he grumbled to himself, resting his elbows on the railing below, looking up towards the sky. The last time he felt like this was when he met you in college, swallowing the feelings back then because he knew there was no way in fucking hell a person like you would like a guy like him. He was cocky, didn’t give two fucks what anyone thought about him, and, admittedly, didn’t take as much care of himself as he probably should’ve. He glanced down at himself, seeing the weight he had added on in an attempt to make himself less attractive to the people who were constantly thirsting over him online every day, shaking his head. Now that these feelings were bubbling back up about you, he began to feel the same way he did back then—trying to act self-assured, but really, deep down, he was insecure, thinking he wasn’t enough for you. He thought he heard the wooden floors inside the cabin creak, and in his attempt to not show any moment of weakness to you, he rolled his shoulders back, taking a deep breath before turning around. No one was there…he sighed. Shaking his head, he decided it would be best to head in for the night, maybe he could see if you were still up and apologize for the way he acted while you were star gazing. He really was an asshole at that moment, but it was completely unintentional. It was like his brain had shut off, unable to understand whether or not that statement was in a platonic way, or if you had meant more by it, and he was forced to go back to his factory settings of being a dickhead and pushing everyone away. He grumbled to himself, checking to make sure the fire would be plenty to keep you both warm for the night before heading up the stairs, looking for you. 

He walked into the room you had decided was his, first, seeing how you nicely placed his bag on his bed, having taken out his pajama shorts and a black t-shirt, knowing how he probably would’ve wanted to immediately change into something more comfortable when you came back from star gazing. He sighed, shaking his head. No matter how big of a dick he was towards you, you always showed him just how much you genuinely cared for him. He felt a pang of guilt surging through his body, knowing that you were probably still upset, sulking somewhere instead of enjoying one another’s company as was planned when you both first arrived. 

“Really do know how to fuck up a good thing, don’t I?” He whispered, leaving the room and heading to the one that he knew must’ve been yours. He saw a soft light seeping from under the door, thinking you were still awake he lightly tapped on the door.

“Toots? You still awake…?” He called out, tapping once more before deciding to open the door to peek in. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, hell, his face, tongue, hands, and cock have thoroughly explored every part of your body, but he still didn’t want to intrude in your personal space. Taking a peek in, he sighed in relief, noting that you were asleep, book in your hand with the bedside lamp on. He shook his head, chuckling to himself about your position before walking in. He gently took the book out of your hands, gently placing your bookmark in the place you were at, as he knew from prior experience you would be exponentially pissed off at him if he messed with where you left off in your book. He watched you gently, wanting to see if you were stirring at all before gently shifting you into a more comfortable position as he pulled a blanket up over your body. He placed the book on your bedside table, shutting off the light before leaving the room, staying as silent as possible as he closed the door and went into his own room. He began to change, placing his bag on the ground before climbing into bed himself. 

“Fuck me…” He groaned, tossing over to lay on his side, “fuck these stupid feelins…shit’s not worth it..” his mind continued to race, bouncing between his vow to himself to never let himself slip up and have feelings for anyone, and the way his heart began to beat out of his chest the moment he met eyes with you. He still felt he was right in his beliefs, that having feelings did, indeed, make situations tougher to deal with, but he started to feel a sensation in his gut that was telling him just to give it a chance. It was…it was almost like butterflies, swirling around in his stomach, causing him to groan. He swallowed, before closing his eyes, hoping that exhaustion would kick in and cause him to forget about all these funny feelings in the morning. 

Light began to enter your room through the sheer curtains, causing you to begin to wake yourself up. You glanced around, not recalling getting into bed like this, and began to panic as you realized you had no idea where your book was. You quickly sat up, throwing around your blanket before turning to the bedside table, sighing as you saw your book placed gently on top. Looking at the way the bookmark was angled, the cute cat’s head meekly popping out above the pages, you knew exactly who did it…Schlatt. You sighed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before deciding to slip on your slippers and head out of the room. The fire must’ve burned out in the night, as the coolness of the cabin nipped at your arms, causing you to reach for one of the hoodies you had packed, pulling it over your head before leaving. You listened once you left your room, trying to hear if Schlatt was already up or not, ultimately deciding to peek into his room. You saw him tucked in his covers, slightly curled up, sleeping away. You smiled to yourself, the yearning in your chest telling you to join him making you sigh. Silently, you wished you could join him, curling up beside him, rubbing his sides to wake him. After last night though, you weren’t sure where things were between the two of you, so you shut his door gently, heading downstairs to begin making some breakfast before inevitably waking him up to get the fire going again.

 

Schlatt laid on the bed, wide awake, his thoughts not allowing him to get a proper night's worth of sleep. He heard the door open, saw the light come in, and silently wished you would come over and join him, hoping to smooth things over with you and reestablish boundaries. He wasn’t sure what those new boundaries would be, but he was hoping it would provide him with reasons not to further develop any more feelings for you, as he was already wildly out of his element with the feelings he was having. He quickly became disappointed, seeing you leave without saying a word. Upon opening the door, he began to feel just how cold the cabin had turned, giving him a chill. He knew sooner or later he would need to go downstairs not only needing to restart the fire, but also needing to talk to you. Groaning, he stood up from bed with a slight stretch, changing into a hoodie and some sweatpants–his shorts were definitely not going to be warm enough this morning when there was no fire in the heater. He braced himself, knowing he needed to get his thoughts in order before facing you. Rolling his shoulders back, he quietly left the comfort of his room and headed down the stairs. 

You quietly hummed to yourself, making up some eggs as the coffee finished brewing in the pot. You turned around to grab two mugs, anticipating Schlatt to join you rather soon, knowing the cold would get to him eventually as it was getting to you. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs as your back was turned, your actions slowing so you didn’t have to turn and face him right away. 

“Mornin’ toots…lemme get that fire goin’ again.” He said quietly, slipping on his boots to check out the firewood.

“Mornin’, thanks.” You sweetly said, turning around to watch him slide his boots on and walk away, sighing. You began to make yours and his coffee, placing the mugs to the side as you then continued to being plating your breakfast. Grabbing his and your mugs, you shuffled into the living room, where Schlatt was loading firewood into the burner, beginning to kindle it with a firestarter. 

“I’ll make a mental note to tell Tucker the next time we see him that you used a fire starter in the heater.” You giggled, recalling Schlatt’s annoyance towards Tucker’s disdain over fire starters in a previous conversation, causing Schlatt to laugh before looking up at you. It was like the tension that hung heavily in the air between you had been lifted slightly, as you gestured his mug in your hand towards him. Taking the mug happily, he smiled, quickly thanking you before returning his attention back to the fire. 

“Sorry, didn’t feel like sittin’ here like a caveman while we’re freezing our asses off in here this morning.” He let out a light laugh, watching as the fire finally began to spread a little, the heat immediately doing wonders to the overall temperature of the cabin. You sighed, feeling a little more comfortable now that it was going, nodding my head in the direction of the kitchen. 

“C’mon, big guy. Made breakfast, just eggs and toast, though. I thought we packed bacon but apparently we never did.” You laughed, placing your mug down on the smaller two-seat table by the biggest bay window in the cabin before grabbing our plates, joining him there.

“What good is this when there’s no meat, toots?” He teased, shaking his head in your direction. 

“Hey! Don’t shoot the cook, made do with what the packer packed!” You teased back, knowing he was the one who put together a bag of food items for the two of you on our way out. He jokingly put his hands up in defense, causing both of you to laugh. The silence overtook quickly, as we both ate, avoiding the topic of last night all together. Silently, you wondered if there was any way we could just avoid the topic all together, go back to our lives the way they were, and somehow, some way, in some form get over your stupid crush on him all together. 

“So…sorry for bein’ such a dick last night.” He said, quietly, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him. You sighed, the inevitable has struck. Let’s see where this goes…

“Don’t sweat it. I shouldn’t’ve put you on the spot like that.” He sighed, shaking his head. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong…I just wasn’t expectin’ it. That’s all…” It was your turn to let out a sigh, now. You knew he wasn’t really ready to start moving in the direction you wanted things to move in, but you still continued to push that line. Now, it’s made things awkward, and you truly regretted your actions. 

“I slipped up. I meant it and all…but I know you. Should’ve warmed you up to the compliment before just shoving it your way…it’s my fault.” 

“Hey, now…never said I didn’t enjoy it. Just threw me for a loop. We were supposed to be lookin’ at the stars, not one another.” He joked, making you smile. 

“Alright, I’ll give you that one. But…I couldn’t really help myself…” Your voice trailed off as your bottom lip went between your teeth. His eyebrow raised, and you could tell that he was using all his power not to just act. 

“Oh, really? Why’s that, sweetheart?” 

“Mmm…you’re very tempting, that’s all…” He let out a low growl, and needless to say the conversation was paused at this point, as he took you upstairs. 

The rest of your cabin weekend went rather smoothly. After making up with one another, things went quickly, and before you knew it you were back at your shared New York apartment, back to the daily grind. Back to the same old life you lived before, working all day, making love once or twice before going to bed in your separate rooms. You were sick of this cycle, needing more since the moment you briefly shared in the cabin. 

Schlatt was a mess mentally since the cabin weekend getaway, still conflicted in what he was feeling. The newly identified butterflies in his stomach constantly making him feel ill on a daily basis. He couldn’t even simply look at you before starting to feel sick, but he tried his best to tough it out so you wouldn’t catch on to his slow yearning. He began working later, sleeping with you just enough to make you think that things were fine between you, needing and using any excuse to stay a safe distance away from you in hopes that his thoughts and feelings would subside. He opened one of his desk drawers, pulling out the paper contract the two of you had made all those years ago. Sighing, he saw both your signatures scrawled on the bottom, the line above it reading ‘absolutely no falling in love, whatsoever!’

Fuck, man… he thought to himself, we’ve really fucked this whole deal over, haven’t we?

He was so lost in his own thoughts, he hadn’t heard you open the door to his office behind him, with the intention of asking him whether or not he was joining you for dinner, or if he was busy working again. Seeing the contract in his hand, your breath got stuck in your throat. 

“What…what are you looking at that, for?” Your voice was just above a whisper, still causing him to jump.

“Fuck…” He groaned, putting the paper down on his desk, not turning to look at you. You walked in, leaning on the corner of his desk, looking down at him. 

“No…no. Tell me. What are you looking at that for, Schlatt?” You said, crossing your arms. It was about time the two of you finally talked about it all, but you were terrified of things that this conversation could cause, in turn. His lack of eye contact with you spoke volumes, the silence laying on your shoulders like a thousand bricks. 

“I…fuck.” He began to explain, finally looking towards you, shaking his head, “I needed a reminder. To remember where we started off at.” His head fell into his hands, looking back up to you after a moment before pushing his hair back through his fingers. You raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical.

“A reminder, huh? Of what exactly?” 

“All of our agreed rules, what we expected from one another.” He sighed, trying his best to read your expression. 

“Why? Where is this coming from..?” You whispered, afraid he was catching on to just how badly you had caught feelings for him.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t know, it’s all confusing.” He hesitated in continuing, making you think he was hinting at your feelings for him. You sighed, shaking your head, realizing this might be the only moment you have to confess before he changes his mind. 

“Alright, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been…violating our contract. Might’ve developed some feelings…” He didn’t look at you as you confessed to him, lost in thought. 

“Earth to Jay..hello?” You started to get angry at his lack of response, “I understand you’re probably upset with me, but if we want this to work between us, we need to talk about it! Giving me the silent treatment and avoiding me isn’t going to do anything.” 

He was still rendered silent, your sudden confession catching him slightly off guard. Sure, he had his suspicions, but he didn’t expect you to just come out and say it. He started to feel that sick feeling making its way through his gut. You could barely make his face out, tears welling so strongly in your eyes. 

“Fuck you, dude…” You choked out, leaving him alone in his office. He groaned, realizing he had made this into a bigger issue than it needed to be because of his inability to formulate a response. Swallowing the bile making its way up his throat back down, he swiftly got out of his desk chair and followed after you. 

“(Y/N)...wait!” He said, seeing your bedroom door slam shut. He sighed, walking closer. He could hear you getting into your bed, light sobs coming from you. 

“(Y/N)...please. Open the door, we need to talk about this..”

“Should’ve thought about that earlier, asshole!” You croaked out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stared at your ceiling. How could he? How could he do that, and then expect you to want to calmly sit down and talk through it all? You shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought, let alone give him the pleasure of thinking of him at all. 

“Fuck, I know! I know, I know I should’ve. I should’ve been thinking about all this a hell of a lot sooner!” His voice grew angry, his head leaning on the door with a thud. You laid silently, letting the tears fall as he continued. 

“You can’t just hide in there forever, toots…” He said softly, pleading to be let in. You continued to lay, wanting him to get a taste of his own medicine for once in his life. 

He hated the feeling in his gut, but he was so conflicted. His heart was telling him to confess, get over this bump in the road, and move on, trying this whole “love” thing for the first time in a long time. His head, though, told him the logical move was ending it all and becoming a recluse, the only thing he could trust to satisfy his sexual needs no strings attached was his own left hand. 

“Please, princess. Open the door.” You felt numbed, unable to move, in disbelief that this was even happening. 

“Why, so you can tell me we need to end things? That I ruined a perfectly good thing by letting my stupid feelings get in the way? So that you can hang this over my head, as proof that nothing good ever comes from having feelings of any kind for someone?” You said, beginning to let yourself get angry as you neared the door, slowly opening it. You weren’t prepared for what you saw—a red-eyed, tear-stained Schlatt, hands in his pockets looking defeated. 

“Not your feelings that are stupid, toots… it's mine.” 

[fandombandomfics]

If I Killed Someone For You? (Salesman x female!reader)

Y/N’s POV 

My boyfriend…he isn’t the most conventional person. When he told me what he does for a living, I was taken aback. He recruits people who are in an insane amount of debt to play ddajki to win money. When they play enough rounds, he gives them a card to play in the Squid Games. I didn’t like the idea, didn’t really talk to him for a few days to process what he said. It has been a few days since I saw him, now we are grabbing dinner together since his work is done. 

“Recruiting done?” I ask, as I sip my wine. He nods, taking a sip from his own glass. His black hair slicked back as usual. His brown eyes gaze into mine, looking exhausted yet still put together. 

“Yeah finally, it’s always draining this time of year,” He says and I nod. Yeah sending people to their deaths. 

“I’m sure it is…glad it’s over,” I say 

“Yeah I get to spend time with my favorite girl,” He says with a soft smile. I smile back and give him a small nod. 

“Gong Yoo, do you feel guilty about what you do?” I ask and the tension in the air increases. He stops mid cut of his steak and slowly raises his eyes to look at me. 

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t,” He says, a glint going over his eyes. Something in his eyes changed, something….dangerous. 

“You don’t feel an ounce of guilt?” I ask, seeing the look in his eyes not changing. He smirks at me and leans back into his chair. 

“Those pathetic human beings went into debt themselves, I simply just gave them a nudge,” He explains and I shift in my seat. Listen, knew my boyfriend was crazy but this is a whole new level. 

“They are still human being,” I say and he scoffs. 

“Listen here darling,” He starts, getting up from his chair and walks over to me.  As if he is a predator about to pounce on his next meal.

“Those humans are in such debt they won’t be able to pay it off in their lifetime. I simply gave them an opportunity to pay it off,” He explains further, cupping my face with his hands. 

“By sending them to their deaths,” I say plainly. He chuckles, the glint in his eyes becoming darker as he continues to speak.

“That’s simply up to them,” He emphasizes the last part with his dramatic change in tone. He tightens his grip on my face slightly, making sure I have no choice but to look at him. 

“How can you be so ok with it?” I ask and he chuckles, a dark menacing chuckle. 

“Oh darling, you knew who you were getting involved with when we started dating,” He says, his tone dropping low and rough. I look up at him, my eyes gazing into his. The look in his eyes was a mix of lust, love, and contemptment. How can he be so content in being compliant in their deaths?

Later that night 

As I get ready for bed, my conversation with Gong plays in my head. The look in his eyes, the chuckle, it’s all coming back to me. I sigh as I finish doing my nighttime routine. When I exit the bathroom, Gong looks up from the book he was reading. 

“Ready for bed my love?” He asks and I nod, walking over to him. Before I could react, he throws me on the bed. My back hits the softness of the mattress as he hovers over me, pinning my arms down to the bed. 

“Gong what are you doing?” I ask. He studies my face, as if he was remembering every detail of it. 

“I need to ask you a question and answer me truthfully darling,” He says, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I nod, wondering what question he could possibly ask me.

“If I killed someone for you, would you love me more?” He asks and I’m taken aback by this question. 

“Gong I–,” “Answer the question,” He says, more like demands. The look in his eyes is telling me to answer him truthfully and quickly. My mind goes a million miles a minute, the more I find myself leaning towards the answer I never thought would ever leave my lips. 

“Yes…” I say and he grins, no more like smirks. 

“That's what I thought darling,” He says before capturing my lips into a heated kiss. I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the feeling of his lips on mine. He smirks against them before pulling away. 

“I’m taking my time with you tonight,” He says, his voice low and husky, I feel a shiver down my spin. Tonight is gonna be a long night. 

[keanusbabydoll]

Hey, I saw your latest post about daryl hunting the reader through the woods, and it inspired me to make my own ask. If you have time, would you do a daryl x plussize!reader where she's looking at her outfit and body in the mirror and just, doesn't like what she sees, so daryl fucks her in front of it to prove she's beautiful to him? Feel free to pass on this if you don't like it though.

FUCKIN’ PERFECT GIRL

a/n: i’m deeply sorry for keeping you on wait, love! i hope you like it xxx

paring: daryl dixon x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, loads of ‘fucks’, insecure reader, swearing, rough sex, age gap, dom!daryl

wordcount: 2.9k

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just yesterday, deanna announced that there will be a party at her house today. to you, it seemed like something out of a fantasy. growing up in the apocalypse, your world had been nothing but survival- days spent on scavenging, hiding and fighting. the idea of music, food and laughter with people you loved in a safe, enclosed space felt foreign.

a few months ago, you found a beautiful short black dress on a hunt and tonight felt like the perfect occasion to wear it.

as daryl headed over to rick’s to discuss something important, you stood in the bathroom, putting on all the make up the girls had collected over some time. tonight you wanted to feel normal, forget about the fact that you were living in a fucked up world. hell, this was the first time you were actually getting ready. finally, as you adjusted your hair for the last time, you got out of the bathroom and went over to your wardrobe to pull out the dress.

a smile played on your lips as you admired it, you were looking forward for daryl to come back. you knew that he would love the idea of you in a short dress. you slid into it, the fabric hugging your curves tightly as you zipped it up. adjusting the hem, you glanced in the mirror and felt your stomach drop. the reflection staring back at you wasn’t what you’d hoped to see. the snugness of the dress emphasized every inch of your body, highlighting areas you always tried to downplay. your belly, your thighs— insecurities you always tried to ignore began to bubble up.

your thoughts wandered off to rosita and maggie, their toned figures and effortless confidence. comparing yourself to them only deepened your doubt. tears blurred your vision as you quickly wiped them away, scolding yourself for letting this thoughts consume you.

the sound of the front door opening and closing snapped you from your spiral. daryl must’ve come back from rick’s. you carefully wiped at your tears, not wanting to ruin your make up and not wanting him to see you like this. moments later, the bedroom door creaked open. “hey, ya ready?” daryl’s gruff voice gave you tingles immediately. you turned toward him, quickly composing yourself. “yeah, i’m ready,” you replied, forcing a smile.

but daryl wasn’t buying it.

his piercing blue eyes studied you, narrowing as he stepped closer. “don’t do that.” he muttered. “do what?” you asked, feigning confusion. “lie to me.” his voice was firm but not harsh. you knew better than lying to him, he knew you like the back of his hand, but you didn’t have the strength to be honest with him. it was eating you up.

you turned back to the mirror, avoiding his gaze. “it’s nothing, daryl. i’m fine.”

he crossed the room in two strides, gripping your chin firmly, turning your face toward him. “don’t look like nothin’ to me.” he said, his voice low, “what’s going on?”

you hesitated, but the weight of your emotions made it impossible to hold back. “it’s just… this dress. i hate how i look. my body’s—“

“stop,” he immediately interrupted, his tone sharp enough to make you flinch. his hands gripped your shoulders, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. “don’t ever talk ‘bout yourself like that. ya hear me?” you opened your mouth to protest, but he didn’t give you the chance. “you’re perfect.” he growled, “every damn inch of you.”

“daryl i—“

“no.” he spun you around to face the mirror. “look,” he commanded, his hands settling on your waist. you shook your head, tears threading to spill again. “i don’t see what you see.” “well, you’re ‘bout to.” he muttered darkly. his hands began to roam over your sides, his calloused fingers tracing the curves of your hips, the dip of your waist. “you think i don’t notice every damn thing ‘bout you?” he asked you, his voice thick with frustration and something deeper. “don’t you see how crazy you make me by just standin’ there?”

you shivered at his words, your breath hitching as his hands moved lower, gripping your thighs possessively. “this?” daryl said, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “this drives me fuckin’ wild. every damn part of you does.” your cheeks burned but he wasn’t near done. his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “you’re mine. all of this is mine. and i ain’t gonna let you tear yourself apart over something’ so fuckin’ stupid.”

“but daryl—“ you tried to argue, but he silenced you with a sharp tug, pulling you back against his chest. “shut up.” he growled. “gonna show you how beautiful you are.” he guided your hands to the huge mirror, pressing them flat against the against the glass. “look at yourself,” he ordered. “look at how good you look it that dress. look at how much i want you.” your eyes flickered to the mirror, catching his reflection. his intense gaze bore into yours as his hands roamed your body, sliding over the fabric of the dress like it was the most precious piece ging he’d ever touched.

“daryl…” you breathed, your voice trembling. sparks ignited everywhere you felt his touch, heading straight to your core. “you’re mine.” he repeated, his voice a low rasp. “and i ain’t gonna let you doubt that again.” his hand slipped beneath the them of your dress, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your hips. with his other hand he pressed your ass further into him. you gasped, feeling his fully erect cock pressing directly against you as your eyes locked with his in the mirror. “see what you do to me?” he murmured, his lips slowly trailing along your neck.

you leaned into his touch, letting him take in your whole body. he slowly hitched your dress up, letting it rest just above your panties. your eyes followed his movements through the mirror, breath stocking when he abruptly pulled your thong all the way down. you immediately stepped out of it, pushing it aside. daryl continued to nip at your flesh as he softly let his fingers glide over your pussy, grazing your clit. he almost lost it when he felt your wetness on the tip of his fingers, knowing too damn well how much control he had over you.

“so wet for me.” he growled, biting down on your bare shoulder. two of his digits teased at your entrance, collecting your slick while running them up and down. “please.” your plea sent tingles straight to his cock— he always loved it when you begged him.

then, daryl easily slipped one finger inside your hot walls, immediately adding a second one. your head flew back against his chest at the feeling, a quiet moan escaping your lips. he immediately curled his fingers upward, pressing firmly against your g-spot. “feel good?” he asked, not moving a single muscle.

“yess, please daryl.” you whined out, needing him to finally stimulate you. a dark chuckle rang through your ears as he began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, your knees twitching at the sudden pleasure. “oh my god.” you cried, making him speed up his thrusts. “look at yourself.” he snarled as his free hand pushed your head forward again. you immediately opened your eyes and stared back at your reflection. again, they fell down to his hand, a moan leaving your lips as you saw how hard he finger-fucked you.

the wet, squelching sounds your pussy made, made it even harder for daryl to control himself. but your pleasure was his first priority. he pressed his cock harder into your ass, trying to gain any friction as he growled into your neck. your gaze wandered up to him and when you found him already staring at you, shivers erupted over your whole body. oh, how much you needed his thick cock to fill you up and fuck your brains out. he never failed to get you aroused or stupid for his cock.

“you’re so fuckin’ hot, baby.” daryl said as he pulled his fingers out of you, eliciting a whine from you. he brought his digits to his mouth, licking them clean, a hum escaping his lips at your sweet taste. “need you, daryl.” you whimpered, your eyes pleading him as well.

that was all he needed to hear. his good little girl was gonna get exactly what she wanted. and he was going to make sure that you would never even get the idea to think that your body isn’t perfect.

he hastily opened his belt and pulled his pants down along with his boxers. you turn your head, looking over your shoulder to see his painfully hard cock finally freed, his redend tip was covered in pre-cum. your core began to ache even more, your mouth watering at his sight.

“‘m gonna make you feel so good, princess.” he purred as he pushed your legs apart and stepping right behind you. his hand gently spread one of your ass cheeks, his eyes darkening at the view of your slick hole desperately clenching around nothing. with his other hand he guided his top to your entrance, getting his tip wet. he held intense eye contact with you as he slowly pushed in, your wetness making it easy for him.

a sharp hiss fell from your lips, his cock splitting you in two sent tingles through your whole body. with a rough thrust, daryl plunged his whole length inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix. you would never get used to his size, every time you guys fucked it felt like your first time. daryl gripped your hips tightly with one hand while his other one reached around your middle, rubbing your clit in slow circles.

as soon as the first moan rang through his ears, he began to move his hips in a steady pace, the sharp sound of skin clapping together erupting in the room. your hands immediately gripped the sides of the mirror harder, your eyes shutting close.

“my fuckin’ pretty baby,” he growled directly into your ear, speeding his fingers on your clit up,“open your eyes and look at how perfect you are.”

your eyes immediately snapped open and you stared at your reflection, daryl fucking you roughly from behind while stimulating your clit. the way he admired your whole form made you almost orgasm at the sight of it. he possessively gripped your waist, signing you that your body was the most perfect one he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he grunted, pressing open- mouthed kisses along your shoulders. “say it, doll. tell me how pretty you are.”

your mind was too preoccupied by his rough pounds and expert fingers which sent you straight to heaven. but the thought of your body, made you uneasy again. but daryl didn’t like that. “daryl- i can’t—“

in a flash his hand, which was previously set on your waist, was now wrapped tightly around your throat. you gasped out, a strangled whine leaving your lips.”yeah, you can. ain’t stoppin’ to fuck you till you say it.” daryl commanded darkly, his voice low and intimidating, his grip just getting tighter and tighter and his thrusts were getting more and more aggressively with every second you didn’t answer him.

“i-i’m perfect.” you managed to squeak out, caught between pleasure and self contentiousness. “louder.” daryl mumbled against your neck. “i’m perfect.” you repeated, this time with more conviction.

“and?” he prompted, his pounds getting harsher.

“and i’m— i’m pretty.” you squealed, feeling your orgasm slowly approach. “damn right, you are.” he stated, giving you a kiss on your cheek, his grip on your throat loosening. he could feel your walls clamping down on him, squeezing his cock deliciously. your legs began to tremble and your arms threatened to give out. daryl pushed your hips further back, arching your back a little bit— only for him to hit the special spot deep inside of you that made you orgasm in seconds. “fuck, daryl! don’t stop!” you swear you could feel him in your guts, a beautiful mix of pain and intense pleasure.

your cheeks were coated with tears as you felt your brain fog up in the most blessing way. “you gonna cum?” you nodded your head rapidly, your eyes fixated on yourself through the mirror. your make up was a mess and your body was wrecking beneath him. “cum on my cock, baby.” he continued to pound into you, his pace never relenting, chasing his own release.

he let go of your throat and turned your face to the side, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. muffled and high pitched cries tore from your throat as you were at the verge of cumming, desperately craving your release. daryl was close himself, the feeling of your velvety, slippery walls, making his dick twitch. then, with a last flick of his fingers, your coil snapped and a loud moan passed your lips as your walls spasmed around his cock rapidly.

the feeling of it sent daryl straight over the edge, a deep grunt echoing off the walls as he spilled every last drop of his seed deep inside of you. your head fell forward exhaustedly, your chest heaving intensely as you tried to calm down from your high. daryl’s thrusts slowed down and his fingers on your clit removed.

when the last wave of his and your orgasmed crashed through you, he stopped his movements, taking a deep breath. “good girl.” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin. his hands caressed your hips as he carefully pulled out of you, a silent whine passing your lips.

“ain’t gonna ever let you leave this room if i hear somethin’ stupid like that again.” he told you with a firm voice but with a hint of gentleness, referring to what you had said about yourself earlier. “am i clear?”

“yes, daryl.” you mumbled between shallow breaths. “my fuckin’ perfect girl.” he smirked as he helped you adjust your dress and kissed your lips lovingly once again.

daryl would make sure that you would never ever doubt yourself again. to him, no one in this fucked up world would have had a chance to change his mind about you and your pretty little body.

requests are opened<3

[nimuraz]

WORD COUNT — 1.7K

WARNINGS — riki asked sunoo to cover him as president of the fashion club, stressed sunoo comes complaining to you about how it went, unprotected sex (pls do not…), sub sunoo if u squint, bsf!sunoo + bsf! reader, p in v, light usage of pet names etc…

NOTES — first one shot on tumblr… yall pls cut me some slack i didn’t even proof read this so if it’s ass i am so sorry, i hope u guys enjoy nonetheless Muah xx

“that bad huh..?” you say back softly, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“dude you don’t get it! all they did was talk about parties, drugs, and their sex lives, i’m never helping riki out ever again.” he visibly cringes as the words escape his mouth.

you let out a small chuckle before sitting closely to him in the bed, laying his head on your lap.

“sounds very typical… from my understanding most of the “popular” kids are in there hm?”

you and sunoo met at uni orientation. he looked very easy to talk to so you took the opportunity, you quickly came to the realization that you both were eerily alike. it was as if you’d found a mirror to your own soul.

you giggle softly after the air quotes.

“yea and then they had the audacity to ask about my nonexistent sex life!” he mumbles dramatically.

you laugh as his words slowly drift from his mouth, gently brushing against your thighs. Almost instinctively, your slender fingers weave through his auburn locks while he continues his playful rant.

“it was so embarrassing…” he mumbles again as he snuggles closer to your upright form.

embarrassing?

“i’m right there with you noo.”

“would be so much easier to deal with if i could just get one fuck in and be done with it. then i wouldn’t have to pretend im not a virgin.” he sits up and pouts.

you give his cheek a gentle squeeze before tidying his hair, which had fluffed up from your soft touches.

“you’re cute noo.” you tease with a grin.

“s’not cute… so embarrassing…”

“mm then let’s change that for the both of us…”

nothing could’ve prepared him for that.

“what?” he says breathlessly, his gaze wandering over every detail of your face, yet somehow still avoiding your eyes.

“cmon… who better to take your virginity than your best friend right?” a soft smirk plays on the corner of your lips.

he wasn’t sure whether to scream, cry, or maybe even laugh, but in that moment, he seriously considered all of the above. one thing was certain, though—he wasn’t about to sit there and pretend he hadn’t thought about fucking you once, twice, or maybe even more than that.

“are you serious?” sunoo asks as his gaze finally meets yours.

“only if you are…” you say sweetly.

god you have dreamt of this moment for years, the soft gently touches you give each other was starting to feel torturous plus all you ever wanted was to make sunoo feel good.

sunoo felt like he was suffocating. he sits up, his eyes studying your gaze.

you lean in slowly, eyeing his lips and glossy orbs.

“can i…? we really don’t have to sun.. i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable-“

sunoo completely cuts you off by pressing his soft pink lips onto yours. you feel your chest tighten because god yes you finally got to taste sunoo, and he was sweeter than you could’ve ever imagined.

he crawled over you, forcing your back to hit the mattress before gently placing his hands on your waist.

“not sure… where to go from here…” his breath fans out onto your skin, leaving goosebumps in return.

“it’s okay, we can go slow yea?”

scream, cry, throw up? all of it was running through his mind again. his eyes drank in the sight of you your flushed cheeks, dark hair framing your face, and those oh so pretty, irresistibly pink lips.

sunoo nods before leaning back down to kiss you again, his pace slower this time. you gently bite his bottom lip, seeking entrance, and the soft gasp that escapes him gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue in.

his eyes shoot open at the feel. you notice his body tense, wanting him to feel relaxed you start rubbing his shoulders gently and per usual with that, he melts.

“s’just me sunoo…” you whispered against his swollen lips.

yea for gods sake it’s you. his best friend of two years but fuck this feels so different for him. for you on the other hand, you felt yourself slowly losing yourself to him.

“look at me, sunoo.”

so he does. he looks straight into your stupid perfect eyes.

“please.” was all he could say. his voice just barely above a whisper.

you don’t know why you nod but you do, and with that you pepper soft kisses all around his face earning a soft chuckle from him.

“it’ll be okay… it’s just us…” you whispered before pulling him down by his nape to press soft kisses to his jaw.

his eyes flutter at the feel, hands squeezing your waist gently. a soft pretty moan escaping his lips when you trail the kisses down lower to his neck.

“let me get on top.” you whispered and without a second thought he maneuvers you over and then on top of his.

back to trailing the kisses down his neck you go, however you started realizing the severity of the situation. wanting a distraction from the pit in your stomach you were feeling you finally tug on the hem of his shirt and with one swift motion its off leaving him half naked in front of you.

sure you’ve seen sunoo shirtless a handful of times but god does he look perfect as ever beneath you. you shift forward a bit, your clothed cores pressing perfectly against each other.

your lips make their way down to his chest sucking on the soft skin every now and then.

sunoo was a mess.

“fuck.. baby-“ his words are cut off by his own moan leaving his mouth.

baby?

you smirk softly against the skin of his hips.

“are you sensitive here?” you whispered.

he’s sensitive everywhere but yes especially right there and all he could do was nod because you weren’t even fucking yet and he already felt so so close.

that little nod was all the motivation you needed to suck on the skin harder. sunoo’s back arched at the sensation, his moans getting louder.

“please… fuck this isn’t enough.” he manages to breathe out.

you stop your actions before looking up at him.

“tell me what you want baby.” your smooth hands rub up his clothed thighs, you knew what he wanted.

you just like playing dumb every once in a while.

things escalated quickly, and now you both find yourselves exposed and vulnerable. still, the kissing and teasing were enough to leave sunoo completely stirred up.

“tell me if it hurts, i promise i’ll stop.” he whispered against your flushed cheek.

you lay there with your best friend, his body positioned above yours, and you could feel the connection between you both. in that moment, a sense of happiness washed over you like never before.

the stretch hurt but you felt so warm and so so full. his head buried into your neck all while bottoming out. he was trembling.

“baby…” he breathes out. “you okay?”

“sunoo, kiss me.” and again as if under a spell he listened to every single command you make.

he starts kissing you so achingly slow all while thrusting in and out of you in a gentle pace. your hands make it back to his nape and tug slowly when he bottoms out again.

“feels so good… you make me feel so good baby.” you blabbed out.

you were so utterly gone.

he’s panting, trembling, and holding back so so much. it takes everything in him to not ram into you.

“more.” was all he needed to hear.

he lifts your legs up higher and places them on his shoulder before thrusting in and out of you at a more rapid speed.

skin slapping, your whimpers, and his soft moans was all you could hear in the room. you were seeing colors, he’d pull out almost all the way just to fuck himself back in and by this point he was going so hard all you could do was clutch onto his shoulders.

“right— fuck yes sunoo right there!” you moan, he swore it was almost a scream.

he pulls out one last time before gazing down at your perfect hole. he felt so filthy, so nasty for being turned on by the way your arousal glistened.

“can… can i taste you?” sunoo faintly says.

the desperation made you crave anything, your hips buck as you feel his thumbs graze your inner thighs lightly. all you do is whimper and nod.

“fuck sunoo…” you moan, every other word leaving your mouth now incoherent as you feel his tongue lay flat on your clit. unbeknownst to you, sunoo is dirtier than he leads on to be. consistently watching porn in hopes when the time (now) comes, he’ll know how to pleasure his girl. in this case, you.

“how the fuck- nghh sunoo..”

it felt so perfect, perfect enough to have you almost reaching your peak.

“baby i’m close..” you breathlessly whispered before your moans spilled out of you.

then it stopped, the knot tightening in your stomach again. you groan softly.

“sorry, just really wanna be in you when you come…” sunoo whispered into the shell of your ear as he aligns himself with your entrance again. his pace frantic as he pounds into you.

“sunoo..” you call out softly. he looks down at you drinking in your appearance. you’ve never looked prettier, your eyes fluttering shut, your lips parted, your cheeks bright red.

“yea…?”

“i love you…” you babble.

‘what the fuck…’ you both simultaneously thought.

“you do…?” he asks, his release just right there so extremely close.

“sunoo- ah! fuck harder…” you whimper as he hits just the right spot.

“y/n… please…” he moans into your mouth before kissing you harshly. you did love him, and he loved you too. more than anything. he just had no idea how to tell it to you too.

he sat you upright as he kept thrusting into you before wrapping an arm beneath one of your under arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

“i… fuck…” he moans, entire body trembling.

“i love you too… i mean it…” he whispers as he goes impossibly faster. that was all it took for your pussy to clench so beautifully around his dick. your arousal connected between you both.

he pulls out and pumps himself before cumming on his fist and your inner thigh. both of you left panting, he collapsed next to you shortly after.

“you mean it…?” you whisper.

“we’ll talk about it later…”

[amvpk01]

Hello!!!Just wanted to say i really like your unwanted obsession series ...u write in such a way that it seems quite realistic ..i really admire your way of writing✨💖

If requests are open

can I please request a yandere childhood friend x f reader non con..

Thank u ! Have a nice day💖

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

» 𝐒𝐇𝐄 drifted from his life like a fleeting thought, while he, lost in the permanence of his own neglect, failed to grasp that love, once forsaken, cannot simply endure by the will of one.

» 𝐓𝐖: implicit non-con, obsession, negligence, rejection, violence, mention of cheating, manipulation, emotional dependence, no comfort.

» 𝐅𝐄𝐌 reader

sorry for the long wait! i'm planning to rewrite 'unwanted obsession' in my new writing. it might take a while bcs i'm studying to get into university, but i'll try my best to post it soon!

yandere childhood friend who has known you since you were children, you fell into the same lesson group and soon became close to each other! thought you were cute from the start. you were so nice to him that he couldn't help but reciprocate your kindness.

yandere childhood friend who grew up around many friends but you were the one he trusted the most and told all his secrets to except one in particular.

yandere childhood friend who realized how difficult it was for you to let people into your life, your only friend being him. he loved the fact that he was the only one you paid attention to.

yandere childhood friend who slowly spent more time with his other friends, and then you followed him everywhere like a dog. it was all you could do to not be alone. but you noticed how his friends were too weird, the atmosphere seemed heavy and you wanted nothing more than to get him out of there.

yandere childhood friend who didn't like how you meddled in his life, making him think you were jealous of him for not being able to be friendly. he would sometimes ignore your calls and messages for days and then show up out of nowhere with the excuse that he was just having fun with his friends.

yandere childhood friends who quickly noticed your change of mood regarding his actions. you just realized that you didn't like the fact that he acted that way and wasn't punished. you started to be ignorant and impatient, as if you were fed up with him.

yandere childhood friend who started asking you out, to talk, to do anything. didn't you want to spend time with him? he's free now and can stay with you as long as you wants! just stop being rude to him, please?

yandere childhood friend who despaired when you didn't want to know about him. something like 'i'm too busy to care' or something like that.

yandere childhood friend who kept stalking you on social media until he found out that you were actually busy with your new boyfriend. has he neglected you for so long that you even got a boyfriend? how did he not notice?

yandere childhood friend who died of jealousy inside and soon thought of all the ways to make you break up. he wouldn't accept that you weren't with him.

"please, you know i'm sorry."

"you always say the same thing, sorry this, sorry that, blah blah blah. can't you think of something new?"

"this wasn't supposed to happen, i swear i didn't mean to hurt you."

"hurt me? you keep saying that but you humiliated me in front of your friends, just when i was ready to listen to you!"

"i know and i apologize for that. it was just the heat of the moment that i couldn't think of anything straight."

"you kissed me, LUKA! i'm faithful to my boyfriend! how do you expect me to explain a situation like this to him?"

"you don't need to-"

"what?"

"you don't need to explain yourself..."

"you must be insane. i'm leaving, i hope you enjoy your special night mocking at me with your friends."

"no! don't go! please, i need you!"

"never talk to me again, we're not friends anymore."

yandere childhood friend who couldn't think straight. there was no way it could go wrong, his friends had already taken the picture of the two of you kissing, he just needed to be sure that your boyfriend would see the picture.

yandere childhood friend who pulled you by the wrists into his arms before your figure disappeared through the door. your body shivered in shock as you didn't understand what he was doing.

yandere childhood friend that pulled you further and further from the exit, determined to take you with him.

yandere childhood friend who ignored your screams as he took you to a separate room. he was finally going to have you after all these years!

yandere childhood friend who didn't understand why you woke up so depressed the next day. you were screaming his name so much last night that it didn't cross his mind that you didn't like it.

yandere childhood friend who was startled when he heard your sobs and quickly went to comfort you, only to see that you flinched at his touch. your tears only got worse as you just wanted to be alone at that moment.

yandere childhood friend who served you a plate of breakfast in bed and left you alone locked in the room for the rest of the morning. only to come back with your phone in his hands saying that your boyfriend already knew what you had done and blocked you.

yandere childhood friend who smirked when he saw you quickly search through your chats with him only for you to see two single messages saying 'she's satisfied now' with a picture of him hugging your sleeping body. his profile with no picture showing he had blocked you not before saying 'enjoy you two motherfuckers'.

yandere childhood friend who didn't care when you grabbed his collar in anger, yelling at him for anything he did wrong. he will show you how he can make you happy, with him.

[remeberm3]

not a chance | k.m

⎯⎯“Let me guess—you’re mysterious, brooding, and devastatingly complicated?”

warnings: fluff

The night you met Klaus Mikaelson, the city was alive with music and mischief. You’d always loved New Orleans, the way it pulsed with an energy that felt like magic, like anything could happen if you let yourself get swept away. And tonight, you had.

The bar was crowded, the air thick with laughter and the sweet tang of whiskey. You weren’t looking for trouble, but trouble found you anyway—or, rather, you found him.

You were nursing a drink by the bar, idly tapping your fingers against the rim of your glass, when he slid into the stool beside you. At first, you didn’t look up, too engrossed in your own thoughts to notice. But then he spoke, his voice low and smooth, with an accent that wrapped around each word like a secret.

“Drinking alone, love? Or are you waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet?”

You turned toward him, ready to fire off a sharp retort, but the words caught in your throat. Because there he was—this impossibly handsome stranger with piercing blue eyes and a smile that could melt steel. He was the kind of man you’d read about in novels, the kind who spelled danger and delight in equal measure.

“I’m not sure I’m the ‘swept off my feet’ type,” you replied, arching an eyebrow.

His smile widened, and for a moment, you thought he might laugh. Instead, he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Is that so? What type are you, then?”

“The type who doesn’t fall for cheap lines from charming strangers,” you said, lifting your glass to your lips.

He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “I assure you, I’m far from cheap, darling.”

“Oh, I bet,” you quipped, rolling your eyes. “Let me guess—you’re mysterious, brooding, and devastatingly complicated?”

He tilted his head, as if considering your words. “Something like that,” he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. “Though you forgot devastatingly handsome.”

You laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you’re still talking to me,” he pointed out, his smirk infuriatingly charming.

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, a commotion broke out near the back of the bar. A group of men was arguing loudly, their voices rising above the music. One of them shoved another, sending drinks crashing to the floor.

“Ah, the locals,” the stranger beside you muttered, his tone dry. “Always so… passionate.”

“Should we do something?” you asked, glancing at him.

He shrugged, entirely unbothered. “It’ll sort itself out.”

But as the argument escalated, you felt a pang of unease. Without thinking, you stood, ready to intervene.

“What are you doing?” he asked, watching you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“Something,” you said simply, brushing past him.

He followed, clearly intrigued. “You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?”

You ignored him, stepping between the two men before the situation could spiral further. “Hey!” you said firmly, holding up your hands. “Take it outside, will you? Some of us are trying to enjoy our night without getting caught in the crossfire.”

The men hesitated, clearly taken aback by your boldness. One of them muttered something under his breath before stalking off, and the others quickly followed.

When you turned back to your mysterious companion, he was watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“What?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Nothing,” he said, his lips twitching into a smile. “I’m just impressed. You’ve got more courage than sense.”

“Thanks,” you said dryly. “I think.”

He offered his hand, his smile softening into something almost sincere. “Klaus Mikaelson.”

You hesitated, studying him for a moment before finally taking his hand. His grip was warm, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“Nice to meet you, Klaus,” you said. “Now, are you always this infuriating, or is tonight special?”

“Only when I’m intrigued,” he replied, his voice low.

“By me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Most definitely,” he said, his gaze never leaving yours.

You felt your cheeks heat under his scrutiny, but you refused to let him see you flustered. “Well, don’t get used to it,” you said, pulling your hand back.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, his smirk returning.

But as the night wore on and the two of you talked, trading jabs and stories, you found yourself smiling more than you had in weeks. There was something about him, something magnetic, that made it impossible to walk away.

By the time the bar began to empty, you realized you’d spent hours with a man who, despite his arrogance and charm, had managed to disarm you completely.

“Will I see you again?” he asked as you stood to leave, his tone light but his eyes serious.

“Depends,” you said, smirking. “Can you behave yourself?”

“Not a chance,” he replied, his grin wicked.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Then I guess we’ll see.”

And as you walked out into the warm night air, you couldn’t help but glance back. Klaus Mikaelson was still sitting there, watching you with a look that felt like a promise.

You didn’t know it then, but that night was the beginning of something you’d never forget—something wild, complicated, and utterly extraordinary

[vigilante-3073]

Ultraviolence

Logan Howlett x Female Mutant Reader

PART 2

Summary: Logan goes into the past to stop Raven from killing Boliver Trask. He knows that he is going to require the assistance of Charles and Eric. Will he be thrown off course when he encounters a familiar face at Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters?

TW: Toxic relationships, manipulation, abuse of powers, time travel, mentions of blood.

An awkward silence had settled in Xavier's mansion after Y/N retreated to her bedroom. Charles made his way into the study as Hank turned to Logan, "Y/N can't control her mutation. If she used her powers on you, your mind would fracture... It would be like detonating a bomb in your skull," Hank said.

"How long has she been struggling to control it?" Logan questioned.

Hank exhaled, scratching the back of his neck, "Since I've known her... She had a better grasp on it before, but then with what happened to her mother, she just let it overwhelm her," Hank said.

"What happened to her mother?" Logan asked.

"I-it's really not my place to say," Hank said.

"Well, make it your place," Logan pressed, turning to face him.

Hank sighed and shifted uncomfortably on his feet, "She was having a nightmare and she lashed out with her powers. Her mother had come in to check on her and she died. Autopsy showed over thirty aneurysms in her brain," Hank said.

"Guessing that it didn't go down well with the rest of her family?" Logan questioned.

"No, her father blamed her and the rest of the family turned on her. She was on her own until Charles found her with Cerebro. I think the death of her mother made her realize how powerful she really was and it scared her... She hasn't used her powers since then," Hank said.

"Not once?" Logan asked.

"No, Charles tried to encourage her, but she refused every time," Hank said.

"I have someone who might be able to help us get to Erik. But we're gonna need Y/N or Charles either way," Logan said.

"Logan-," Hank started.

"I'm gonna talk to her, I know I can get through to her," Logan stated.

"Good luck," Hank muttered before making his way up the stairs.

...

Logan knocked on the door to Y/N's bedroom, he had absolutely no idea of what he was going to say to her, but he had to say something.

Y/N opened the door, "What do you want from me, asshole?" Y/N questioned.

"Look, I'm sorry for coming on so strong. You and I have a rocky relationship where I'm from and I just assumed that you were the same person," Logan said.

"I'm not the same person?" Y/N questioned.

"No, you're scared," Logan said.

Y/N scowled, moving to close the door, Logan wedged his foot in the doorway. Y/N huffed, "Move the foot before I break it," She snapped.

"Being scared isn't a bad thing, kid. It's just different from the version of you that I know, but I can help you," Logan said.

"No one can help me," Y/N stated. The finality in her tone made it obvious to Logan that she wasn't going to make it easy for him. Y/N had always been an immovable object, but he was unstoppable force and he didn't plan on giving up anytime soon.

"I know you and I know what you can do... You're one of the most powerful people I've ever met and I trust you with that power," Logan said.

"You trust me?" Y/N asked.

"With my life," Logan stated.

She stared at him for a moment before she narrowed her eyes, "You're full of shit," She said.

"Didn't need your powers for that one, huh?" Logan questioned.

"What are we to each other where you come from?" Y/N asked, irritation creeping into her voice.

"I don't know... I care about you, but I hate you more than anyone I've ever met," Logan said.

"Sounds like a match made in heaven," Y/N deadpanned. She moved away from the door and Logan stepped into her bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

"We are," Logan stated.

"How exactly do you think you can help me, Logan?" She asked.

"I'll be your crash test dummy. You've been playing around in my head for years because you knew that I could take it," Logan said.

"I'd kill you," Y/N said.

"I can heal," Logan replied.

"Why do you care if I have my powers or not?" Y/N asked, beginning to become exasperated with the conversation.

"Because we're gonna need 'em," Logan stated, holding his hand out.

"You can't be serious," Y/N said, looking between him and his outstretched hand incredulously.

"I am... Just try and be gentle, alright?" Logan said, shifting on his feet.

"Try and be gentle?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, light like a feather, don't hit me like a semi... C'mon, you got this," Logan said.

Y/N warily held out her hand, the tip of her pointer finger barely making contact with his before a zap of her power surged through him.

It ran through his body like a lightning bolt, bringing him to his knees in front of her with a ragged gasp. He felt the connection to his future body quake with the force. Logan hoped that Kat would be able to hold onto him despite Y/N's interference.

Y/N quickly pulled her hand back to her chest, "I can't do this," Y/N stated.

"Yeah, you can. Go again, don't be scared of it," Logan said, holding out his hand again from his place on the floor.

"Are you crazy? I'm gonna kill you," Y/N snapped.

"Not dead yet," Logan said.

"My god, men are stupid. You're sticking your hand in a wasp nest and wondering why you're getting stung," Y/N muttered.

"Yeah, yeah, go again," Logan said, waving his hand around impatiently.

Y/N huffed, stepping closer to him and reaching out her hand. She hesitated before making contact, "Can you try to focus on something? Just one thing to keep me from going off course," Y/N asked, Logan nodded.

Y/N took a breath, "Hey, trust yourself. If you're scared of what you can do, you'll turn my brain to oatmeal. You control it, it doesn't control you," Logan instructed.

Y/N reached out, her fingers touching his gently as her power spread through him. This time it was different, it was warm and the energy probed at the edge of his mind before slowly sinking in. She was careful and focused, not quite wielding her power to the extent that Logan had experienced before.

Logan's eyes glowed purple as she looked into his thoughts, brow furrowing as she saw the memory he had chosen.

"Zip me up, would you?" Y/N asked. Logan moved up behind her, shirtless and wearing a pair of faded jeans. His fingers found the zipper of her dress, dragging it up her back before pressing his lips to the side of her neck.

"You look pretty," He stated, hands settling on her hips.

"Do I?" Y/N questioned coyly, staring up at him in the mirror.

"Course you do," Logan said.

Y/N rested her hand over his, her power rushing through him and invading his mind. He pulled away quickly, "I hate it when you do that," He snapped.

"Is there something that you don't want me to see?" Y/N asked.

Logan huffed, "I just don't want you rooting around in my head all the time, is that too much to ask?" Logan questioned.

"With me? Yes," Y/N said.

Logan shook his head, "My thoughts aren't meant to be your personal playground, Y/N. Lately, I don't even know if my thoughts are mine or shit you planted there," Logan said.

"You think I'm capable of that?" Y/N asked.

"That and more. You want this, you want me, so badly that you're forcing two pieces of a puzzle together that don't fit," Logan said.

"Stop," Y/N commanded.

Logan's body relaxed, the tension leaving his muscles as he stared at her. He was still angry, seething even, but he felt like he had been locked in a box. Logan was trapped in his own mind and he couldn't escape no matter how hard he fought.

"Tell me you love me and we can move on from this," Y/N said.

"I love you," Logan stated.

"Good," Y/N nodded, turning back to her mirror.

Y/N pulled her hand back from Logan's, a confused look on her face as she stared down at him. Logan stood up, "What was that?" Y/N asked.

"That was us," Logan said.

"I treated you like that?" Y/N questioned.

"Yeah," Logan nodded.

"I'm sorry," Y/N said.

"So am I, but I needed you to see it," Logan said.

"Why?" Y/N asked.

"Because you can change our future... I care about you, but I never got a chance to know you. You knew everything you could possibly know about me, but you went through my thoughts to learn it... I know we have bigger fish to fry right now, but I needed you to understand what you grow up to be, alright?" Logan said.

Y/N nodded, "Well, this is shitty timing, but can I go through your memories to see what we're up against?" She asked, holding up her hand.

"Go for it," Logan said.

Her hand rested on his chest, power sinking into him and travelling up to his head. His eyes glowed as she looked through his memories, leafing through them like pages of a book before she began to follow a thread.

...

Kat grimaced, "There's something pushing back against me. I-I don't know what it is," She said, a panicked tone in her voice.

Y/N stepped forward quickly, hand resting on Kat's shoulder before her power invaded the girl's mind. She closed her eyes for a moment before they opened again, glowing bright purple as she tried to protect the connection.

"What's happening?" Erik asked.

"Logan got through to Y/N. She is using her powers again," Charles said.

Y/N suddenly saw herself in the past, "Charles, what do I do?" She asked.

"Talk to her," He instructed.

"I don't- I can't do this," Y/N said.

"Yes, you can," Charles assured.

"I'm not the person she needs to hear from right now, Professor," Y/N said.

"You are the only one she needs to hear from," Charles stated.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably before pressing forward into their connection, "Our best chance at survival hinges on Y/N being able to get along with another person... Anyone else not feeling great about our chances?" Bobby questioned.

"She'll be fine," Charles assured.

Y/N closed her eyes, seeing herself standing with Logan in her room at Xavier's School, "How much did he show you?" Y/N questioned, her past self turned to face her.

"He showed me what I needed to see," The past version of Y/N said.

"There are a lot of things that happened in my life between then and now. Things that-," "That made you a monster?" Past Y/N questioned.

Y/N huffed, "Listen, kid, things are falling apart here and we need you to help us fix things," She stated.

"Did you love Logan?" Y/N from the past asked.

Y/N hesitated, "That isn't what we need to be talking about right now," She said.

"It's what I want to talk about. I don't have any skin in the game at this point and probably won't for at least fifty years," Past Y/N said.

Y/N huffed, "Little bitch," She muttered.

"Well? Did you love him?" Y/N from the past questioned.

Y/N looked over at Logan, "I did love him, but he left," She said simply.

Past Y/N shook her head, "That's not what happened... You forced him away," She said.

Y/N took a shaky breath, "Stop," She muttered.

"He hates you. I can feel it. Logan hates you, but he can't let you go because you forced your way into his life. You planted thoughts in his head and locked him away when he fought back. You're like a parasite," Past Y/N stated with disgust.

"Stop it," Y/N repeated, barely containing her rage. Purple tendrils of power spread out around her, singeing the floor and walls.

Kat shifted, "I'm losing him," She mumbled, struggling to maintain the connection despite Y/N's power striking back against it.

"She's going to get them both killed," Bobby said.

"Give her a chance," Charles advised.

Y/N took a breath, steadying herself and reigning in her power, "Fine, I fucked up his life. I loved him and I trapped him because I knew he wouldn't stay. Then he left without a word and proved me right," Y/N stated.

"He would have stayed if you gave him a choice... You saw everything that I have and you know I'm right," Past Y/N said.

"What do you want from me?" Y/N asked.

"I want to know what happened to us. What made me turn into this?" Past Y/N asked, gesturing to Y/N.

"Too much," She stated.

"I'm sorry," Past Y/N said.

"Logan needs your help, if you pull this off, I won't exist and your life can take a different direction... For your sake, I hope it does," Y/N said, glancing over at Logan.

"I'll help him," Past Y/N said.

Y/N nodded, slipping back through the connection and opening her eyes to find Charles by her side. Blood dripped from her nose and ears, body utterly exhausted from the strain of maintaining the connection for so long.

"Were you able to speak to her?" Charles asked, Y/N nodded.

Her knees gave out, sending her dropping down to the dusty ground below. Y/N slumped against the table, breathing heavily as she tried to regain her strength.

"Are you alright?" Charles asked, she nodded.

"She's going to help him," Y/N mumbled.

"Then we might stand a chance," Erik stated.

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HELLO EVERYONE GUESS WHO'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (•̤̀ᗜ•̤́๑) I've got another @pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange fic for you, this time for the darling @lavndvrr who asked for Valgrace, so OBVIOUSLY that's what I went with. We also got a wee lil bit of hurt/comfort in there for some spice. I hope you like it!

The title comes from Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem "Good-Night" because I am clinging to my title of Most Pretentious Bitch In This City with pride.

And with that, here is And ease thy soul with slumber bright.

Piper chewed her bottom lip while she studied him. Eventually, she spoke. “Leo… doesn’t like sleeping.” “I’ve gathered that much,” Jason confessed. “Is there any reason for that? Any way I can help?” “I dunno.” Piper’s gaze drifted over to where Leo was still sitting, enjoying the breeze Jason had called for him. “He doesn’t like being exposed. There’s not really anything you can do, other than wait for him to feel okay around you.” She hiked a challenging eyebrow at him. “You willing to do that? You ready to wait?” For Leo? Anything. Jason shrugged. “Yeah, of course.” *-*-* Leo's not sleeping, and Jason is concerned. Unfortunately, there's only one thing Jason can do to help, and that's to simply love him.

Jason would freely admit that he was more than a little concerned about Leo. Beyond the usual levels of “mother henning” that Leo and Piper liked to accuse him of, that is. And it was all because he’d been in the middle of a really boring meeting, eyelids heavy, when he realized something unsettling.

Leo didn’t sleep. Well, that wasn’t quite true. He did sleep. Obviously he slept, even if he made it abundantly clear that he would give just about anything to avoid it. But he didn’t do it often, always the first one on the ship awake in the morning and the last one up at night, and Jason could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen Leo asleep, and they were all during the quest to save Juno when they’d been stuck together on the back of a giant metal dragon together with nowhere to hide. Since that realization, Jason hadn’t been able to focus on anything but that, and now he was just sitting there staring at Leo with a crease across the middle of his forehead while Leo sat with his legs dangling over the side of the boat, tinkering with some complicated bits of bronze and wires. 

“Are you, like, actually gonna talk to me, or should I go hang out with Hazel instead? She said she could teach me how to paint my nails without making a massive mess. Because as much as I hate painting my nails, it would be better than this.”

Jason blinked in shock and turned to see Piper looking at him with her eyebrows up near her hairline and a half-smirk on her lips. He chuckled softly and scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry, I was, uh, distracted.”

“You don’t say.” She cocked her head to the side. “What are you thinking about?”

“Leo.”

“Well, you are breathing, so I had assumed that much.”

Jason felt his cheeks flame and he scowled at her. “Shut up.”

Piper didn’t look apologetic in the slightest. “So, what, specifically, are you thinking about Leo?”

Jason sighed and let his eyes trail back over to Leo, who had put away his little project, and was now just staring out over the sea, the sun beaming down on his cheeks. Without thinking about it too hard, Jason called a tiny little breeze to blow over Leo, the wind gently tugging at his curls and making him smile in easy contentment. Jason shook his head and turned back to Piper. “You roomed with Leo at Wilderness, right?”

Piper’s brow puckered, clearly not expecting the question. “Uh, yeah. For, like, three months. Why?”

“Did you ever see him sleep?”

Immediately, Piper stiffened, and she bristled up defensively. It was a stance Jason was more than familiar with, seeing as both Piper and Leo fell into it the instant someone asked a question that touched a little too close to those sensitive parts of their pasts. Jason had learned by now that the best way to handle these moments was to just sit back and let them scowl at him suspiciously. He couldn’t get his feelings hurt and push at them or try to desperately backtrack what he said, he just had to sit there and wait until their hackles went down and they approached him like a hesitant alley cat of their own volition.

As expected, Piper’s shoulders relaxed and her brow smoothed out and she instead went to chewing her bottom lip while she studied him. Eventually, she spoke. “Leo… doesn’t like sleeping.”

“I’ve gathered that much,” Jason confessed. “Is there any reason for that? Any way I can help?”

“I dunno.” Piper’s gaze drifted over to where Leo was still sitting, enjoying the breeze Jason had called for him. “He doesn’t like being exposed. There’s not really anything you can do, other than wait for him to feel okay around you.” She hiked a challenging eyebrow at him. “You willing to do that? You ready to wait?”

For Leo? Anything. Jason shrugged. “Yeah, of course.”

“You sure?” Piper asked. “It took, like, two months for him to get comfortable with me and we literally lived together.”

That was a startling revelation. The idea that there had ever been a point in history when Leo didn’t implicitly trust Piper was almost ridiculous. Still, he just shrugged in easy acceptance again. “Yeah, sure. He can take however long he needs. I’m not going anywhere.”

Piper gave him a beaming smile, and Jason knew he’d said the right thing. “You really aren’t, are you?”

Jason quirked his mouth up in a smile, and let his gaze settle comfortably on Leo again. This time, though, Leo glanced over, his eyes bright and his lips curled up lazily. Jason gave a little tiny wave and Leo tipped his head back with a laugh that Jason couldn’t hear, but still made his heart thump heavily in his chest. 

Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.

*-*-*

After that conversation, Jason had somewhat forgotten his observation. Piper had told him to wait for Leo to come to him, and he was more than willing to do just that. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Leo would eventually turn around and see Jason standing there with arms outstretched and allow himself to be wrapped up and squeezed tight. Metaphorically, that is. Literally, Leo was already more than comfortable with Jason’s proclivity for physical contact and his love of proximity, which Jason was glad for. If he hadn’t been allowed to fold his favorite people tight to his chest and give them gentle headbuts and rub their cheeks together, he’s pretty sure he would have started ripping his hair out. 

Piper didn’t exactly love all of Jason’s physical affection. She was happy to receive hugs and she’d hold his hand or press kisses to his cheeks, but she liked to keep it brief. She didn’t like being tangled up and held in place so Jason could show her just how much he appreciated her existence, and that was just fine with him. She still gave him those blinding smiles and spoke to him in that kind tone and would sit in silence at his side for hours at a time. Jason knew Piper loved him, she just needed room to breathe while she loved him.

Leo was an entirely different story, though. For as much as Jason wanted to tuck Leo into that little spot behind his ribs and beside his heart where he knew Leo would be safe forever, Leo seemed just as eager to crawl right under Jason’s skin and live there. There wasn’t a moment where Jason and Leo were relaxing together when Leo wasn’t all but plastering himself to Jason’s side. Not that Jason made it all that easy for him to do anything else, seeing as he was immediately reaching for Leo with grabby hands the moment he’d made himself comfortable on the couch. Piper liked to laugh at them, but Leo would always scoff and accuse her of jealousy from the comfort of his and Jason’s cuddle pile.

They were in the middle of one of those cuddle sessions when Jason was forcibly reminded of his conversation with Piper. The whole crew was piled up in the living room, having a Percy-mandated movie night. Annabeth had pulled the short straw (Jason wasn’t about to accuse anyone of cheating, but he highly suspected it) and she’d chosen Wizard of Oz of all things. Percy had gone completely red and bashful at her choice, which Jason didn’t understand until Piper leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper and told him and Leo that Wizard of Oz was the first movie Annabeth had ever seen, and it was a movie Percy had watched with her. Leo had snickered, but Jason confessed he found the gesture very sweet and more than a little romantic. Leo accused him of being a sap, his gaze soft and his smile fond.

Unfortunately, for as romantic a gesture as the choice was, the movie itself wasn’t exactly entertaining. Percy and Annabeth were obviously enthralled, and Hazel was still fascinated with any and all color film, but Frank was zoned out and playing with a Chinese finger trap, and Piper was actively snoring from her place on the floor in front of Jason and Leo. 

Beside him, Jason heard Leo huff and felt him burrow even closer to Jason’s side. He smiled softly and tugged Leo impossibly closer. “Tired?”

“Bored,” Leo corrected. He shifted around until he could grumpily squish his cheek up against Jason’s chest. “This movie is a snooze fest. Can’t believe this is how Percy introduced Annabeth to cinema. I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

Jason chuckled and rested his chin in Leo’s dark curls. “Don’t worry about it. If you do fall asleep, I’ll wake you up, if you want.”

Leo went stiff as a board, and Jason cursed himself, furious that he’d gone and drawn attention to the matter. Still, he deliberately kept his breathing slow and even, like he hadn’t said anything at all. Leo didn’t speak, but his fingers were tapping out Morse code messages on Jason’s chest so fast a professional decoder would have trouble keeping up, and Jason was half-certain Leo was going to hop to his feet and flee. 

Yet he remained still. 

“You’ll wake me up?” Leo asked softly. 

“Of course,” Jason promised without a second’s hesitation. “I’ll keep an eye out, make sure nothing interesting happens.”

Leo chuckled and settled back against Jason’s chest. “I’ll hold you to that, Superman.”

Leo never did fall asleep for the rest of the movie, or even the one they put on after. But he remained at Jason’s side, and his breathing was slow and even and his eyes drooped heavily. A sharp tension that Jason had never noticed before was suddenly absent from Leo’s shoulders, and Jason realized that for the first time ever, Leo was completely and totally relaxed. Leo wasn’t asleep, they hadn’t gotten there yet, but this felt important. 

Jason couldn’t help but press his giddy smile into Leo’s curls. Take as long as you need. I’ll be here. 

*-*-*

Jason was on night watch the next time he thought about Leo’s sleep issues. In all honesty, he liked the night watch, especially when the Argo II  was in the air, rather than the water. He liked prowling around the deck, empty other than himself, and getting lost in tracking the way the air flowed around the ship, keeping it aloft with a breathtaking combination of engineering and magic. Leo’s work in bringing the ship to life from nothing but a twelve-year-old crayon drawing had always impressed Jason, but there was something about getting to actually feel the way Leo’s work cut through his element that left him near breathless in wonder. 

Plus, if he was on the night watch, that meant none of his crew members were, and there was a little part of his brain that insisted he take care of them that he couldn’t ignore. If he was on night watch, that meant that all of his friends were safe and asleep in their beds, resting easy with the knowledge that Jason was awake to protect them.

Well, most of his friends were asleep.

“Leo?” Jason called softly. “What are you doing up here?”

Leo jerked upright with a sharp gasp, and he whipped his head around, eyes wide. When he saw that it was Jason looking at him, he sagged in relief and let his eyes slide back shut. “Hey, Jason.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Jason accused, keeping his tone gentle. He lightly stepped into the crow’s nest from where he’d been flying moments before, and took a seat at Leo’s side. He snaked his arm around Leo’s waist and tried not to feel too pleased when Leo slumped into his side and thunked his head down on Jason’s shoulder. “What are you doing up here?”

Instead of answering, Leo fiddled with the hem of Jason’s shirt for a moment. “What are you doing up here?”

“Feeling the air flow,” Jason answered easily. “I can sense it when I’m grounded, but it’s easier up here. If I focus, I can almost see the air currents and the wind moving around the ship.”

“Huh,” Leo said softly. “That’s neat.”

“It is,” Jason confirmed. He smiled over at Leo then. “I know I’ve said it before, but you really did a good job making this thing, Leo.”

Leo shrugged half-heartedly. “It’s not that great. Besides, it’s not like I built it by myself.”

Jason was shaking his head before Leo could even finish speaking. “No, it’s more than that. This ship is yours. Even if other people helped build it, you’re the one who made it, and everyone except you would agree. And it really is that great. I told you I was feeling the air, right? Do you know why I like doing that?”

“I figured it was some Sky Boy thing.”

“It’s not.” Jason closed his eyes and smiled softly, losing himself in the airflow again. “I like it because it lets me feel the ship in a way no one else can. I can feel the way you made it all work. I can feel the way the engine manipulates the air, I can feel the magic that it uses.” He chuckled quietly. “It’s all very Leo.”

“That’s, um–” Jason heard Leo swallow heavily. “That’s neat.”

“It’s amazing,” Jason corrected. “The work you did is amazing, Leo. You’re amazing.” He opened his eyes to see that Leo was already staring at him, cheeks vermilion, and he smiled. “This ship? It’s beautiful, Leo.”

“I-” Leo cut himself off with a choked noise and tucked his face into Jason’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

Jason huffed out a quiet laugh and pinched out a few of the tiny flames that had sparked to life in Leo’s curls. “You’re welcome. I mean every word.”

Leo swallowed heavily enough for Jason to hear again. “I know you do.”

Jason hummed, content with Leo’s response and started combing his fingers through Leo’s hair. He curled each lock around his finger before pulling it taught and releasing it to watch it bounce back in place. Every now and then another little fire would spark to life, but he’d smother it just as quickly as it formed, delighting in the way the flame would dance over his fingers for just a moment.

Then, Leo broke the silence. “Do you still wanna know why I’m up here?”

Jason hummed softly, considering. “If you wanna tell me, yeah. If not, I’ll live with not knowing.”

“Okay.” Leo was back to tugging on Jason’s shirt hem, picking at the loose threads with his bitten-off fingernails. Jason said nothing, and just waited until Leo cleared his throat. “I, um, had a nightmare.”

Jason’s attention immediately piqued and he frowned. He wanted to ask so many questions. Was it a nightmare about the quest? Was it a message from a god? Or was it a nightmare not related to any demigod stuff at all? Was he dreaming about his past, or was it a classic teenage nightmare like showing up to school in his underwear? Did he want to talk about it? Was there anything Jason could do to help? Would he be content to sit back and let Jason fix everything that was wrong in his life or would that be too much to ask? 

Instead of any of that, he just nodded in sympathy. “So you come up to the crow’s nest after nightmares? Can’t sleep?”

“Don’t want to, more like,” Leo muttered. “I just– I hate that moment when you wake up, you know? That moment when you’re not in the dream any more, but you realize that you’re still in danger because you were just asleep. Makes me sick. So I come up here to get as far away from everyone as possible.”

Jason didn’t understand that feeling. Not fully, at least, but he doubted Leo expected him to. So, he just hummed softly. “I get it, man. You want some company, or do you wanna be alone?”

Leo’s fingers fisted in Jason’s shirt like he was worried Jason would leave, but his tone was light and teasing when he said, “You know I’ll never say no to your company, Superman.”

“Alright then,” Jason agreed easily, feeling like his chest was going to burst from pride. “You’ve got it for as long as you want it.”

They fell into silence after that, neither of them speaking a word until the sun rose up over the horizon and Piper called them down for breakfast. Leo just stayed curled up next to Jason, playing with his shirt hem and tracing patterns on his chest and tapping out messages Jason had no hope of deciphering. He didn’t sleep, but he did rest, and Jason was more than content to keep watch over him as he did so. 

*-*-*

Jason hadn’t been sleeping well. Not since Percy and Annabeth– Not since Rome. Every night he laid in bed, perfectly still like he’d been called to attention, and with a few practiced deep breaths, he was asleep, just like he’d been trained. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how many hours of sleep he got, he woke up the next morning just as exhausted as he had when he’d gone to bed. Every day he woke up and gritted his teeth through whatever the gods threw their way, before collapsing into bed and falling asleep so he could do it all again the next day.

But that wasn’t happening tonight. For some reason, Jason couldn’t sleep. He’d done everything he knew how to do, but there was something keeping him awake. Something gnawing at his consciousness that told him he couldn’t sleep. Something that said he had to stay awake. That there was something he needed to do. 

He growled softly and threw himself out of bed, storming (almost literally) down the silent halls. Coach hadn’t been enforcing the curfew recently, and even if he tried, Jason wasn’t in the mood to listen. He was at the end of his rope. He needed to get rid of this energy. He needed to find one of the training dummies and slash and hack at the thing until it was nothing but a sad pile of straw and Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. He needed to–

He froze suddenly, all the tension and aggression draining from his body in an instant. 

He wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten there, but he realized he was outside of the engine room door, and he heard something that he couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t the sound of tears, but it was careful, even breathing, each inhale and exhale counted and measured out. It wasn’t the sound of tears, but instead the sound of fragile refusal of them. Considering where he was, there was only one person who could be on the other side of that door. 

Jason crept into the engine room, and as expected, Leo was there. He had his back to the door, his forehead pressed to the superheated metal of the main boiler, and he was breathing deeply, counting softly in Spanish with every breath. His hands were clenched in tight fists on either side of his face, and Jason could see the way he was visibly trembling from head to toe. Jason bit his lower lip for a moment before he called out in a hushed whisper, “Leo?”

Leo gave a full-body flinch and spun on his heel, eyes bright with fury. “What the heck, Jason?” he snapped. He roughly scrubbed one of his hands over his face to get rid of his scowl. “Don’t you know not to scare stressed-out demigods? Very good way to get skewered.”

“You don’t carry a weapon.”

“Charbroiled, then.”

Jason didn’t respond, he just furrowed his brow in concern. “Are you okay?”

Leo gave him a look. “Just peachy, dude.”

Jason sucked his teeth for a moment before he spoke. “I know Nico’s been spending a lot of time in the crow’s nest. Is this where you’ve started going after nightmares?”

Leo snorted derisively. “No nightmares here. In fact, I’m the least likely person on this ship to get nightmares.” When Jason made a questioning noise, he got a rueful grin in response. “You gotta sleep to have nightmares.”

Jason’s brow furrowed, and he swallowed around a lump in his throat. He looked at Leo a little closer and realized that the ever-present bags under his eyes were even darker and puffier than usual. “I’m a little scared to ask, but when was the last time you slept?”

Leo shrugged casually. “Rome.”

“Leo,” Jason breathed. He felt sick. “Leo, that was almost two weeks ago. How are you even still alive?”

“So long as I have a project to work on, I physically don’t need sleep,” Leo explained like he was walking Jason through another simple math problem. “It’s a gift from dear old dad.”

Jason squeezed his eyes shut and took in a few deep breaths to calm himself. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to shout or cry, but he knew both would only make things worse. “Why?”

“Hm? Oh, I dunno. I guess since he’s the god of making stuff we get, like, super hyperfocus. I bet you the Athena kids can–”

“No. I mean, why are you doing this?”

Leo’s teeth clicked shut and he looked away from Jason. “Someone’s gotta keep this ship running.”

“You didn’t have to do this before.”

“Things are different now.”

Jason clenched his fists at his sides. “Leo, you need sleep.”

“Don’t you get it? I can’t,” Leo snapped, his fury from before returning. “I can’t sleep, Jason! I can try all I want and I’m never going to! It’s just never going to happen! At least this way I’m not being useless! I told you, I don’t need sleep.”

“You said you don’t physically need sleep,” Jason corrected. “Sleep is more than just physical. Everybody needs sleep to function. Good sleep.”

“I bet Percy and Annabeth are getting some really good sleep down in Tartarus.”

The air went tense between them and Jason couldn’t breathe. “Is that what this is about?”

Leo jerked his head away again. “No.”

“Liar,” Jason accused immediately. He stepped forward and gently took one of Leo’s hands in both his own. “Do you… Do you think you don’t deserve sleep? Because of that?”

Leo still wouldn’t meet his eye, but his hand twitched in Jason’s hold until he had his fingers wrapped around Jason’s pinky and he squeezed. “I– No, that’s ridiculous. I just wanna make sure the ship stays in one piece so we can rescue them. That’s all.”

Jason ignored him and stepped closer, staring at Leo’s face as hard as he could to make his point clear. “It wasn’t your fault, Leo.”

Leo squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes, it was.”

“It wasn’t,” Jason insisted. “I don’t care what you say. You’ve told me about the cookie already. You did that to save Frank and Hazel. Percy and Annabeth wasn’t your fault any more than it was mine or Piper’s or Nico’s or anyone’s. If it had anything to do with that fortune cookie, then it would be Nemesis's fault. Not yours, Leo. Never yours.”

Leo was shaking like a leaf in winter now, and when he looked up at Jason his eyes were wet with tears. “Jace?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m tired.”

Jason felt his heart shatter right into a million pieces. He dropped Leo’s hand, but only so he could hold open his arms in invitation. “Then sleep, Leo.” Leo stumbled forward the few steps between them before he crumpled into Jason’s chest with a sob. Jason squeezed his eyes shut and wrapped Leo up in a hug so tight it made his shoulders ache. He slowly lowered them both to the ground until he was leaning against a wall, and Leo was curled up against his chest in his lap. He pressed his trembling lips to Leo’s forehead. “Just sleep, Leo. I’ll take care of you.”

It took a long time for Leo’s tears to run dry, but eventually they did and his gut-wrenching sobs trailed off into the softest, gentlest snores Jason had ever heard in his life. Jason didn’t sleep at all that night. He stayed awake, arms wrapped securely around Leo and eyes boring holes in the door, daring anyone to come in and disturb the fragile peace that had fallen between them. Jason didn’t sleep that night, but Leo did, and that was all that mattered. 

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Jason groaned as he shuffled down the hall, trying desperately to stretch out the ache in his back. He’d slept a little funny the night before, which meant, of course, that his whole body was going to be in pain all day. He once again found himself cursing sixteen-year-old Jason for doing, well, everything that he’d done, leaving thirty-year-old Jason to deal with the mess. Sixteen-year-old Jason may have been the one getting attacked by monsters and nearly dying on a bi-weekly basis, but thirty-year-old Jason was the one with a job, a caffeine addiction, and semi-chronic back pain, so who really had it worse, hmm? 

But for as much as some parts of getting older sucked, Jason couldn’t, and more importantly wouldn’t, say he hated it. He loved getting older, and he was keenly looking forward to every ache and pain and discomfort that came with getting to live the years ahead of him. Getting older meant sorting through junk mail and paying bills and long, frustrating phone calls with his internet service provider, but it also meant home. It meant deep breaths, knowing he was allowed to just be. It meant a house he’d helped pick out and a mattress that needed to be replaced after years of use and a coffee pot given to him for his birthday that was too fancy for him to properly use but still made a fantastic pot every morning. It meant knowing he was safe and happy and loved and that nothing was going to change that. 

It also meant a much more rigorous shaving routine, he thought to himself, scratching at the prickly fuzz on his cheek. He’d have to go to the bathroom and shave as soon as his coffee got started, otherwise he wasn’t going to get kissed.

He was suddenly interrupted by a very sharp nose being pressed hard in between his shoulder blades and thin arms being wrapped around his waist. He chuckled softly and squeezed the hands laced in front of him. “Good morning, Leo.”

“I was sleeping,” Leo complained in his sleep-thick slur, pressing even closer to Jason’s back like he was trying to fuse with his spine. “Woke me up.”

“I did not,” Jason protested. “I was very careful. You stayed asleep the whole time I was getting out of bed. How is this my fault?”

“You left,” Leo said simply. Jason turned around in Leo’s arms and Leo thumped his cheek down on Jason’s chest to scowl up at him. His hair was a mussed up mess, and his eyes were puffy and a little crusty with sleep, and his face was all smooshed up and covered in crease marks from their sheets, and his brow was furrowed in a furious pout. 

He was the single most beautiful thing Jason had ever seen.

“I’m sorry I left you,” Jason teased, stooping over to press their foreheads together. “I promise I was planning on coming back.”

“You better,” Leo mumbled. Jason leaned forward just a bit more to press their lips together and Leo let out a soft sigh of contentment. Then he lifted his hands to cup Jason’s cheeks like he always did, and he suddenly recoiled, flapping his hands around like he’d stuck them in something disgusting. “Bleh! Gross! Go shave your face!”

Jason laughed before he used his hold on Leo’s waist to drag him closer, and he started rubbing his hairy jaw all over Leo’s neck, just to hear him squeal. Once Leo resorted to smacking, Jason relented and just pressed their foreheads together again with a grin, delighting in the blotchy red beard-burn that was already starting to form. “I love you.”

 “Yeah, well, I actually hate you,” Leo informed him with a huff. To prove his point, he pressed a kiss to the tip of Jason’s nose. “Now, come on. I wanna go back to sleep.”

“Oh?” Jason’s eyebrows flew up near his hairline. “Am I allowed back in your bed? I thought you hated me.”

“I’ve decided that I love sleep more than I hate you,” Leo informed him. 

“And you can’t sleep without me?”

“Duh. Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Jason chuckled softly, love blooming bright and warm in his chest. He pressed a kiss to Leo’s forehead, ignoring Leo’s gagging at the feel of his stubble. “Okay, I’ll be there. For as long as you want me, yeah?”

Leo grinned then and hugged Jason, eyes shining as he looked up at him. “Get ready for a very long day in bed then, Mr. Valdez.”

“I think I can live with that,” Jason smiled back, running his fingers through Leo’s curls. “You go back to bed and I’ll be there as soon as I get my coffee.”

“Ugh! Fine!” Leo groaned like the most put-upon man on Earth as he slumped out of the kitchen. When he was out of sight, he shouted down the hall, “And get that gross stuff off your face before you come back!”

Jason laughed then, loud and bright and filling the home he’d made with Leo. Still, he dutifully made his way to the bathroom to shave, though he did deliberately miss a tiny little patch under his jaw for Leo to pet and complain about later. Then he filled up his biggest coffee thermos, knowing he wouldn’t be given permission to leave the bed for several hours, and made his way to the bedroom, where he was welcomed in with lazy smiles and jaw-cracking yawns and luxurious, cat-like stretches. 

As always, Leo curled right up against Jason’s chest with a contented sigh. He didn’t fall asleep immediately, but he did completely melt, fiddling with the buttons on Jason’s shirt and tapping out I love you on Jason’s chest, which he returned each time with a kiss to Leo’s hair. But then he did fall asleep, right there in Jason’s arms, pressed right to Jason’s heart. In his sleep, he snored, the sound loud and grating like a chainsaw in need of a tune-up, and he drooled, and his face twisted up in weird expressions, and he managed to pin Jason’s arm in a way that kept him from drinking his coffee and almost immediately made it go numb. 

And he was beautiful. 

[zablife]

Shut Up

Jack Nelson x gf reader

Summary: You were meant to be Jack's arm candy at a meeting with Tommy Shelby. What happens when you open your mouth?

A/N: Ty to @evita-shelbyfor the prompt "Make me shut up then!" I changed the wording slightly, but the meaning is the same.

Warnings: language, toxic relationship, brief mention of infidelity

With this afternoon's contentious business meeting swirling in your head, you exited the Atlantic Hotel onto the snow covered steps. Gloved fingers fumbling with your cigarettes and lighter, you waited for Jack despite the stinging cold against your cheeks. He'd insisted you give him time to speak with Thomas Shelby alone and you begrudgingly agreed, having stated your opinion on their merger long before cocktails.

You knew it went against Jack's intentions for bringing you as he'd hoped to merely distract Mr. Shelby with your ruby red pout. However, you couldn't help but interject your advice in an attempt to give Jack the upper hand. As you watched the snow swirl around you like glitter in a snow globe, you felt a surge of excitement for your bright, shining future.

Moments later, Jack pushed past two cowering doormen, a thunderous look of fury settling over his brow. Without a backward glance, he made his way down the stairs, crossing the street as he cursed under his breath.

You quickly shook free any notion of his gratitude, clutching the coat you hadn't had time or sense to button. Running after him through the daze of falling snowflakes, you found it nearly impossible to catch up. As you stumbled in your high heels, you failed to keep pace with his long strides, eventually calling after him in desperation.

"Jack, stop! Jack!" you shrieked.

Jack continued on to his waiting car, tossing his cigar away with a puff of smoke in response. His irreverent demeanor toward social niceties usually amused you, but today you felt like teaching him a lesson in manners. "I'm talking to you!" you shouted at him, slipping on the ice. "You fucking prick!" you added as you hit the ground with a thud.

Finally acknowledging your presence, he strode toward you and captured your elbow in a painful hold. Jerking you up harshly, he hissed in your ear, "I thought I told you to shut your mouth back there."

"Because you were doing so well on your own," you retorted, heels teetering precariously along the icy path.

Shaking your arm for emphasis, he seethed, "You don't get it, do you? I give 'em money and liquor and all you do is smile. What the fuck's so hard about that?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, he had no intention of signing those documents,” you spat at him.

"Listening to doubt never worked for me," he growled, finger poised in the air as he intended to continue with his usual boastful tirade on superior American business tactics, but you cut him off.

"But your arrogance did?" you scoffed. "That's your problem, Jack. You never fucking listen!!"

Jack’s scarred upper lip curled into a sneer as he studied you. “You know what, sweetheart, you aren't half as smart as you pretend to be. If you think I'd let you negotiate with the likes of Thomas Shelby, you're crazy!"

"I'm crazy? You just stormed out of a meeting that could have made us millions!"

"And whose fucking fault was that?" he yelled, volume garnering the attention of the people passing on the street. "You've fucked up one time too many, doll. And mark my words, this is the end," he warned with a menacing scowl.

"You should make more moves and less announcements," you advised, coming to stand face to face with your lover.

"You have no control, you know that?" he countered in a disgusted tone, hand snaking around the back of your neck to grip you in a possessive hold.

"Me? Weren't you the one to sleep with his wife?" you accused, eyes blazing with fury.

"You wanna hear about her running her fingers through my hair?" he teased indelicately.

You shot him a warning look as you pushed yourself away from him and he cocked his head at you incredulously. "It was your goddamn idea!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat.

Sighing in exhaustion, you quietly admitted, "It was my idea and it didn't work the way I planned, alright? That's why I wanted this meeting so badly. I couldn't stand to see it wasted."

Finally Jack relented, understanding this would always be your pattern. Your relationship forever caught in a battle of wills, but accepting it because you relied on one another. As he looked past your stoic expression to your watery eyes, he knew you were thinking the same thing. All the times it had come to this, you’d scarcely lasted a day apart.

All the empty threats falling away, he closed the distance between you, sliding his large hands beneath your coat. Then tilting your chin up toward him, he chuckled, his signature grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He stroked your cheek lightly, venturing a coded apology, “Can we forget all this and go back to the hotel now?"

Donning a playful pout you asked, "What makes you think I want to fuck you?"

"Cause you always do," he replied, nipping at your jawline.

"Cocky bastard," you smirked against his lips as he stole a kiss.

"Well, lack of confidence is very unAmerican," he winked at you as he ushered you toward the car, one hand resting over your ass.

"Are you ready to discuss the Shelby strategy like grown ups?" you asked, swaying your hips suggestively beneath his palm.

"I got a better idea. How about you get in and shut up," he commanded in the low growl that made your stomach flip.

"Make me," you challenged, shooting a devilish look over your shoulder.

"Oh, that can be arranged," he assured you, delivering a harsh spank that made you gasp.

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[duncantashi]

i hate home

[cemetery-blooms]

stalking my old high school just to see one of the teachers evolved into a diva okayyyyy mr hammond i see u

[girlivealwaysbean]

man

[orcelito]

Actually it is SO weird to me to remember that I was an engineering student and that later on I had been pursuing a minor in statistics

I may be a IT & com person in the end, but I do have the foundations of engineering and statistics in my brain too. Wild !