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indigovigilance · 1 year

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A Nightingale Sang in 1941

This is my inaugural meta (yay!) Eventually I will learn how to add gifs and whatnot to make this more interesting but today, I give you a wall of text.

I need to give credit where credit is due to three existing metas that I’m drawing upon heavily here:

A speculative continuation of the 1941 story, which includes an almost-kiss while “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” plays on the gramophone,

A behavioral analysis of Aziraphale during the S2E6 finale (will find ref later if possible)

A meta-analysis of the way in which “coffee” is used as a symbolic equivalent for liberty and freedom of choice, a running theme of this show (will find ref later if possible)

I’m going to expand upon meta #2 and #3 and explain why I think there is are very compelling reasons to believe that #1 will be canonized.

At the end of S1E6, an instrumental version of “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” plays diegetically, but the lyrical version plays non-diegetically over the credits (we hear it but the protagonists don’t). So we the audience could plausibly say “that’s their song,” but as of the close of S1, we have no reason to believe that they know that it’s their song. Even Aziraphale’s S1E3 (1967) suggestion that they dine at the Ritz could be a reference that only he gets, or just a fancy restaurant suggestion.

So when I was watching S2E6 and Crowley said “no nightingales,” I was jarred. What does that even mean? We know it has something to do with dining at the Ritz, but what does it mean to them? The reference only works if they know it’s their song. But we’ve only ever seen them hear it together after the averted apocalypse; if this is the direct reference that Crowley is making, it leaves our 1967 reference contextless and twisting in the wind.

If we assume that there was a romantic story beat in 1941, wherein “A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” (which, incidentally, was written in 1939 and saw the height of its popularity at the end of 1940, so timeline-wise it’s spot-on) became their song, then a lot of events get renewed interpretations through this lens, in a way that makes this story much more cohesive and the “no nightingales” comment even more soul-shattering than it already was.

Let’s presume that immediately after this became their song and just as they were discovering their romantic potential, they were forced back into hiding. Forever after, references to the song serve as a macro for “I’d like to pick up where we left off that night.”

The 1967 suggestion of “dining at the Ritz” now becomes a directly romantic suggestion. It also gives better context for “you go too fast for me.”

Actually going to the Ritz in 2019 is not simply a celebration or even a callback to 1967, it’s a callback to their almost-romance of 1941.

When Crowley says “no nightingales” in 2023, this isn’t to say “we’re not going to eat together at the Ritz anymore.” It’s saying that the romance that began that night, the precious, fragile romance, is over.

I’ll give you a moment to dry your eyes before we move on to metas #2 and #3.

In light that this is what has been going on - they know they want a romantic relationship but have gotten so used to hiding and denying it that they are more comfortable keeping the status quo static and quo-y then trying to achieve their ideal - a lot of S2 behavior can get a fresh view.

Crowley’s reaction to Nina isn’t a realization that he’s in love - he knew that already. You can only ask someone to run away with you so many times before you are forced to admit some things to yourself. No, he’s realizing that trying to hide it (which was justified by survival), hasn’t been working, but despite failing at being stealth nothing bad has happened. He’s realizing that it may finally be safe to show it.

Crowley’s confession, then, is not a revelation. It’s making the subtext text. He’s not telling Aziraphale anything he didn’t already know. He’s saying it now because he thinks he’s safe to do so. Pin in that.

Lots of people have lots of theories about Aziraphale’s motivations in the S2 finale, which can more or less be divided into 4 camps: the genuinely held belief, the coffee theory, the lie theory, and the mutual trick theory (some version of the body-switching at the end of S1). Let me start by saying that I love all the fans and all their theories and I find their analyses to be insightful. The genuinely held belief theory, while I believe it to be erroneous, has been incredibly conducive to so many wonderful conversations and I love being in a community that has those conversations. But I’m going to explain why I think the lie theory finds the most support in canon.

Re-watch the finale (when you feel like you can) from 35:18 to 36:19 and then from 40:45 to the end, paying very close attention to Aziraphale’s words and his eyes. Michael Sheen is telling us a LOT with his eyes, and in the back half of the finale scene, with pacing.

For 60 seconds of footage, this setup is doing a lot of work. If Neil Gaiman wasn’t doing enough to beat us over the head with how evil the Metatron is, that glare at Crowley at the end with the non-diegetic ominous horns should convey the message. But again, focusing on Aziraphale. He initially refuses to talk to the Metatron; he’s made his position quite clear. There is no hint of regret or wavering; this is not someone who’s aching to return to the fold. The Metatron ignores his refusal and functionally forces him to accept a “cup of coffee.” The coffee isn’t spiked, but it is a metaphor. It is symbolic of choice. The Metatron is going to force Aziraphale to make a choice. Meta #3 does a great job of exploring the idea that a choice between anything and death is never really a choice. Hang onto that thought.

Notice I had you start up again 3 seconds before “The Conversation.” That’s because it’s important to note where the Metatron is right now. He is across the street, staring straight in through those giant windows to where our protagonists are about to have The Conversation. He is watching.

When Aziraphale returns, Crowley begins his “let me talk” riff. Aziraphale ought to be interested in what Crowley has to say, since the preamble is pretty compelling. You’ll notice that Aziraphale quickly turns to the window and back, through which he (but not we) can see the Metatron standing there, watching them. Aziraphale is then doing his best to get Crowley to STFU without raising the suspicion of the Metatron, eventually having to cut him off.

Because unfortunately, Crowley’s entire impetus for speaking up now is that it’s safe to do so. Only Aziraphale knows that they are in very real danger (or at least, Crowley is, but I’ll come back to that).

You might take something from the fact that he’s shaking his head while talking about “incredibly good news,” and seems to self-censor his criticism of Metatron (or more specifically, he takes ownership of any criticism of the Metatron, censoring out Crowley’s role in that, with the emphasis on I in “I might have misjudged him”).

Notice in the flashback that he begins the conversation reasonably relaxed. The Metatron also says a series of things about him that not only are false, but everyone, including the Metatron and Crowley, know are false: Aziraphale is not a leader, he’s a defector; he’s not honest, he lies all the time, in fact this entire season revolved around his one huge lie of hiding Gabriel. Not only does the justification not make sense coming from Metatron, but it shouldn’t make sense that Aziraphale would accept these reasons and it shouldn’t make sense to Crowley either. So is Aziraphale including these details in his recounting to Crowley so that he will get suspicious and figure out the jig? Maybe. Let’s continue.

Immediately upon being offered the job of Supreme Archangel, Aziraphale says “but I don’t want to go back to Heaven.” This is direct evidence against the genuinely held belief theory. If returning to Heaven and making a difference was a genuine motivation, we would have gotten a different response at this moment. But then we get something more.

“Where would I get my coffee?”

This is a beautiful response for a number of reasons; coffee should be trivial compared to the opportunity to be a Supreme Archangel, so it serves to highlight just how little interest Aziraphale has in returning. Taken at face value, it’s the Aziraphale equivalent of “not even at gunpoint.” But remember that coffee is a metaphor for liberty in this universe and this season. So what Aziraphale just said, in the language of Neil Gaiman metaphors, is:

I don’t want to go back to Heaven, I would rather have free will.

What does the Metatron do next?

He brings up Crowley.

Watch Aziraphale’s eyes before and after the mention of Crowley. He goes from confused to eye-flicking panic in the space of two syllables. Aziraphale already understands that his “no” is not being accepted, and that bringing Crowley into it can only possibly serve as a threat.

So the coffee, the choice, is a false choice. No one ever orders death. The Metatron has forced Aziraphale into a situation that looks an awful lot like a choice (it comes in a blue cup, after all) but it isn’t.

We definitely have some reliable narrator problems here. I’m going to presume for purposes of analysis that these cut-outs are accurate but incomplete, and that a more explicit threat about what would happen to Crowley if Aziraphale did not return to Heaven was made.

If we assume that Aziraphale has been made aware of a threat and is trying to hide that from Crowley, the rest of this scene reads very differently. Aziraphale cannot say, “you are in danger but you will be safe if you swear your allegiance to Heaven” or “I have to go, no matter what, and the only way we can be together is if you come with me,” but nonetheless he now has to convince Crowley to do the one thing he ought to know Crowley definitely doesn’t want to do all through subtext. Which we’ve spent an entire season establishing that they can’t communicate well when they are allowed to use their words. Disastrously, this is not a magic trick that Aziraphale can make work when it counts. Their failure to practice good communication means that, right now, when it counts most, they are not going to pull it off.

We see that Aziraphale is very hopeful that Crowley will pick up on his cues and play along. Obviously, he doesn’t.

If the whole riff about Hell being bad guys and Heaven being the side of truth and light is taken as genuine, it discards a massive amount of character development that we’ve witnessed in Job, Edinburgh, etc. (again, to all the genuine belief subscribers, I think it’s a compelling argument but it simply doesn’t account for the evidence). So if it’s not genuine, why say it? Again, to alert Crowley that something is Off, because Crowley should know that Aziraphale doesn’t actually believe that. They saved humanity from Heaven and Hell. They hid Gabriel from Heaven and Hell. Crowley knows that Aziraphale knows that Heaven and Hell are just two sides of the same coin. Notice again that Aziraphale glances out the window while he’s talking up Heaven; he knows the Metatron is watching, he can’t not defend the position of Heaven. I think it’s also worth noting that Aziraphale forcefully glances and gestures off to Crowley’s left (away from the window) when talking about Hell, and then turns his head to Crowley’s right (towards the window) to try to get him to realize that a representative of Heaven is literally standing right over there, just look out the window please dumbass!

When Crowley is asking Aziraphale if he said no, and we see the back of Aziraphale’s head, again we can see him turn his head to glance out the window. This is also when he changes strategies, and admits that Heaven could use a little reform. Because now there’s a problem almost as big as getting caught, which is that he won’t be able to get Crowley to go with him.

Which unfortunately makes the next part of this so much more heartbreaking. Because when Crowley begins his speech about being a team, Aziraphale wants to hear it. He can’t bring himself to shut down Crowley again, even though it could get them both in massive trouble. Notice that he glances out the window again during this, and the look of panic on his face. He begins to shake his head when Crowley mentions that Heaven and Hell are toxic; this can be taken a lot of ways but I’ll argue for the interpretation that he’s trying to get Crowley to STFU and stop saying shit that could get him destroyed.

After Crowley puts on his sunglasses we are in the “back half” and Sheen is doing a lot with phrasing here, specifically pregnant pauses.

“Come with me… to Heaven!”

“We can be together… as angels!”

Based on the pacing decision I am thoroughly convinced that the first half of each of these statements is intended to be the message to Crowley and the second half is always a qualifying statement to satisfy the Metatron.

Unfortunately, these pregnant pauses are completely backfiring in their effect on Crowley. The sentiment gives him hope and the qualifying statement crushes it again immediately. He is being taken on a horrible emotional rollercoaster with these declarations which are only further amping up his instinct to run away.

The only truly genuine, unaldulterated statement I think we get from Aziraphale is

“I need you!”

When it becomes clear to Aziraphale that there’s been an irreparable breakdown of communication between them and the subtext is not getting across, he says:

“I don’t think you understand what I’m offering you.”

He means this literally. Crowley has not understood that Aziraphale is offering him protection from whatever threat the Metatron has made.

Which makes this part extra-devastating and also absolutely in keeping with a major running theme of this season.

“I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do.”

Your understanding and my understanding are different understandings.

Crowley views the offer to return to Heaven through the lens of his trauma. He understands what life in Heaven would be like. But he doesn’t understand that Aziraphale is offering him protection.

But Aziraphale just heard Crowley say that he understood everything, and he’s still going to leave. There might be a little suspense of disbelief here to believe that Aziraphale really interpreted the statement this way, but we know that Aziraphale isn’t always the brightest battery-operated candle in the drawer. So under the assumption that Crowley did understand him and is still rejecting the offer, rejecting him—

“Well, then there’s nothing more to say.”

Please pay very close attention to Aziraphale’s body language for the next part. He’s active, agitated, turning side to side, arms swinging. This is a very fidgety angel.

“No nightingales.”

Aziraphale is now completely still. He’s feeling that feeling. You know it. The one where your entire body is getting sucked into the pit of your stomach. The aching paralysis.

This is their song, the one that began their romance in 1941, the secret code for all other attempts at flirtation. Crowley has walked out on him before, Aziraphale has been stubborn and obstinate before. But they always came back together, sometimes with an apology dance or other rituals that belonged solely to them.

But now the song is over.

By saying this, Crowley has broken up with Aziraphale. We can see in Aziraphale’s sudden transition from fidgety to paralysis that he has understood it this way.

Then he turns away from the window so that the Metatron won’t see him cry.

The kiss was heart-wrenching already. But we’re not done with this analysis.

During the kiss, Aziraphale has a choice to make between two very compelling bad choices. This is the Job dilemma. But worse.

If he doesn’t kiss Crowley back, he will let Crowley think that he doesn’t love him. He will have missed out on this (maybe/probably their first kiss?) and regret it forever.

If he does kiss Crowley back, in full view of the Metatron, they are in deep trouble.

He seems to do his best to split the difference. I would even go so far to say that the awkward arm waving is Aziraphale acting for the Metatron’s benefit, to try to portray that he doesn’t want this even though he absolutely does (just not like this). The anguish when they break the kiss is absolutely real, and the first thing he does is glance out the window. Through all this he has remained painfully aware of their spectator.

He wants to say I love you. He mouths it. He breathes it.

But the Metatron is watching.

He can’t tell Crowley I love you. So he has to say the only other thing that has always unequivocally meant “I love you” when he said it to Crowley. He has to hope that Crowley understands him now, even though he never has before.

Spoiler alert: Crowley doesn’t.

My forgiveness and your forgiveness are not the same forgiveness.

One more point against the genuine belief fans (I love you): if the offer to let Crowley back in is what changed his mind, then Crowley declining removes that incentive. Aziraphale should/would have consequently retreated to his last stated position of “I don’t want to go back to Heaven, where would I get my Crowley—I mean, coffee?” [post-publication nod to @theonevoice for a great little meta] It simply doesn’t hold up to scrutiny.

I think a lot of fans were already making these assumptions about the use of the nightingale song so this meta may not feel revelatory, however, it isn’t canon (yet), and I’m sure I’ll find company that agree that canonization of this connection would strengthen a lot of these story points, as evidenced by how it is already assumed by many fans.

If you made it to the end - omg thank you! Please leave a note and tell me your thoughts!

Bonus: somebody already made the song connection here

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if you liked this, you may also like:

Book of Life and what it means for Crowley

The Erasure of Human!Metatron

Baraqiel and Azazel

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Recommended related (lie theory) metas by other people:

making the subtext text by @theonevoice

Aziraphale's Decision Matrix by @yowlthinks

Nothing Lasts Forever: META by @phoen1xr0se

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thesevro · 4 months

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[gojo satoru] big mouth, huh?

GOJO SATORU/MALE READER SMUT

CW: Blowjobs, slight voyeurism, slight degradation, praise

DUPE dahil trip ko tsaka dsrv din ng baby ko. Small changes made to fit Satoru's character

Leave Satoru alone with you anywhere, even in someone else's bathroom, and he'll be on his knees for you without any care for the consequences.

Explicit smut below the cut. Reblog if you enjoyed the fic 💩

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“Satoru, not here.”

“Mhm. You don’t sound very persuasive,” he answers, his hands moving further downwards, over the musculature of your back and the curve of your hips, until his right hand can reach back and between your legs to pull you closer to him. A sense of satisfaction pops through his nerves as your groin presses against his; he can feel you turning firmer and fatter in your pants as he holds you close to him.

“Do you really think you can wait until we get home?” he asks you. Your flustered smile has not changed. You have neither pulled him in nor pushed him back. But he knows what you need, he can hear the words you want to say once your eyes finally meet his. It’s really too bad you’re too shy to do it in someone else’s house. Ieiri would understand. You’re the one who needs to be told, to be shown that he can handle you wherever you need him.

“Let me touch you?” he asks, rubbing a thumb over your ass.

“I don’t want to make a mess,” you protest, though he can feel you sagging into his arms already.

“You won’t,” he says, eager yet steady fingers loosening your belt buckle. He looks you in the eye as he works. “I’ll take care of you.”

He hears you sigh at his words, an indeliberate, knee-jerk reaction to words so salacious, words he didn’t even know he could say to you. At someone else’s house, at least. Most especially Ieiri’s.

“I’ll make sure you cum in my mouth,” he murmurs. And he delights in the way you break away from his gaze to recover from the effect his words have on you. Your breathing has morphed to follow a broken, unsteady rhythm. He can’t wait to make it worse for you.

Would you be able to hold back? Would you be able to stay quiet? If you were doing this to him—taking his cock from his pants alone with your hands would have him groaning like a wild animal.

“It’s a good thing Mei Mei uses olive oil for her shoots,” Satoru murmurs as his slick fingers brush your cock, grazing the tip and the length of you before his fingers wrap strongly around the base and pull upward.

You jerk into his hand. Your hand is a vise on his shoulder, squeezing the blood out of him as he squeezes pre-cum out of your cock. He takes it slow, in the way he likes to savor your body. You give a soft groan once his focus moves from the base to your leaking cockhead; you’re always sensitive there.

“Mm, leaking a little.” He clicks his tongue, softly, chiding you though gentlemanly about it. You murmur an unintelligible collection of slurred words, moaning quietly as you can into his shoulder once he grips you hard in his hand to jerk you off in firm, sensual slow strokes.

“Baby,” you say through a gasp, “Baby it’s gonna get on your boots—”

He wastes no time. His knees meet the ground hard as he buries his head into your pelvis to swallow your cock into his mouth. Your body bows backward. You sigh, biting around moans he knows he’s good enough to turn into screams if you were both at home, confined with one another between the thick walls of your shared house.

Your eyes lock with his as your head tilts back downward. He moans around your length, forever enamored with the intimacy of the gaze he shares with you. His beloved boy. His beautiful man.

“Look at you,” you tell him, and once you bare your incisors to grin down at him he nearly blows a load into his underwear. How you change when you take the reins always has him easy as putty in your hands. “Got such a pretty boy taking my cock. You gonna swallow everything I can give?”

Your cock throbs in his mouth and he moans loudly around it, wanting to yell his agreement that yes, yes he’ll take everything you give him, just give it to him—your cock, your cum, your mouth. He has never hungered more, never ached and starved with this kind of need. His hips thrust into empty air, the friction bare, poorer than a dry flesh light’s emulation of his tight ass for you, or that unwavering stare in his glaring blue eyes as he fucks his own cock into you. He paws at his cock through his pants, his head bobbing backward and forward while he suckles along your cock with your length on the flat of his tongue.

He pulls off you in one swift movement to jabber in a confident, raspy whisper, “Put your boot on me” before the warm, soft insides of his cheeks and his writhing tongue wrap around your cock once more.

The toe of your boot nudges beneath his cock. He gives a surprised gasp at the sheer level of sensation, gagging around your cock as it slips into its usual place in his throat.

“Slow down, baby,” you tell him, stroking his cheek, reassuring him. Sincere concern blooms in your eyes. “I want you to take me in the way only you can.”

He pulls off you. His head falls toward your pelvis, resting beside your curved length as he catches his breath.

“Think it’s my turn. You’ve been so good for me,” you say all breathy. He feels your body lean forward with movement. And, only bordering on violence, pushes you back hard towards the wall, pinning you there with his hand on your stomach and another wrapped tightly around your hip. He gives you no time to recover and simply slips your cock into his mouth once more. He told you he’d take care of you, and he will.

His head bobs, his mouth puckers, your length pulsates on his tongue. At this point you can offer no response, no reprimand. Instead, you return his violence in the same way you only recently discovered he likes. Your boot presses down onto his cock. And for a moment, it nearly hurts. But he’s leaking, cock smearing fluids from his twitching balls all over his underwear.

He groans loudly with your cock down his throat. His hand reaches up, meeting yours, and you immediately pick up on the signal.

“Pretty little slut,” you chuckle, and his cock throbs hard under your boot. “Sure, I’ll use you.”

Your hand wraps around his hair. Mercifully, you lean back instead of forward, the weight of your boot easing up on his cock. But when you begin to thrust, that’s all it takes for him to cum beneath the sufficient, easy pressure of your boot. His body lurches forward. He nearly weeps with your cock stuffed in his mouth as he thrusts into the sole of your boot, jerking himself off with desperation after having had to hold out the whole day. Ieiri was always hanging around you, Mei Mei would not leave either of you alone, Yuji wouldn’t stop talking to you—now you can fuck him and use him in private and in peace. Now he gets to cum simply from that satisfied smirk on your face and the barest pressure from the weight of your boot. Now, he gets to be satisfied.

“Ugh, fuck,” you grunt. Could you feel him throbbing under your boot? Could you feel his cum sloshing around in his pants? “You like it like this, huh? I’ll show you somethin’ better when we get home. Gonna have you weeping from your baby blues.”

His body goes limp under you, relaxing with his finished orgasm. He simply relaxes his jaw and opens wide, sucking his cheeks inward every time you thrust into his mouth. You fuck your cock between his lips with reckless abandon, holding his head in place with both your hands and overstimulating his own length with the pressure of your boot.

He tilts his head back, and your hips lean forward. You go so deep in his throat he feels his neck bulge with the outline of your thickness. It takes only three thrusts from you to go in that deep before you go still. He grips you by the ass, holding you in place while your cock pulsates in his throat. All he tastes is the flavor of your orgasm, all he can see is the bliss on your face as you empty your balls down his throat, your mouth opening around silent moans. He swallows eagerly, trying to keep up with the warm rush of your cum slipping into his throat. His tongue swirls around your length, though less agile because your cock is inside him up until the base. Fucking hell. He should suck you off more often. Maybe at Utahime’s house. It’s always wild there.

“Satoru! Where’s the pizza?” Satoru grins. You flinch. He holds your hips, gently thrusting your cock along his tongue for it to keep oozing cum onto his greedy taste buds. “Helloooo, Satoru!”

You smile a bit.

“I suppose this is exactly what you wanted,” you say to him. You pull his head off your cock so that he gets to answer. Little bits of cum drip down his chin and from the tip of your cock. “Clean us up, then tell Ieiri where our pizza is.”

Satoru shivers at the command and follows immediately. He sets his tongue flat on your cockhead, lapping up the remaining dredges of your orgasm, and lets you scoop your cum from his chin up into his mouth with your fingers.

Satisfied, you wipe the drool from his chin with a tissue. He sets you back into your pants as you clean him up and pull his black blindfold back over his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to both his eyes after. After you wash your hands, you wrap an arm around him and unlock the door.

“Oh! You’re proud of letting them see us for once—”

“Baby, I just want pizza,” you say, opening the door and leading him out to your friends waiting at the dinner table from the floor below. They all look up as the door opens.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Utahime mutters.

They all call your name in disdain and praise Satoru’s.

“(Name), you gotta stop tiring Satoru out—”

“He can’t even get pregnant at his age!”

“Satoru, you should stay over with me and Suguru tonight—”

“Actually, how about I stay over with him and (Name) for a few weeks—”

You hug him close as you head down the stairs. He feels like a man possessed, not by his own spirit or some force, but by you. It feels good to be yours, to have everyone know that he is.

“I’m proud to say I’m to blame for this one,” he tells them once you’ve reached the lower floor, voice fucked-out and hoarse even to his own ears. They groan, again.

“TMI TMI TMI TMI,” they all call at you, Utahime hollering especially.

“Yeah, so where’s the pizza?” Ieiri asks. Satoru fumbles for his phone, and blanches.

“So, girlie… my phone’s actually pretty dead,” he says.

“Yep, you’re to blame for this one,” you tell him again.

Suguru makes a noise in the back of his throat from the table. “Satoru... why are your pants stained like that?”

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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There’s too much pressure on him.

He can’t fuck this up.

Eddie keeps looking at him, suspicious but not saying anything. Thank god.

Robin keeps giving him tiny pep talks when they manage to find a few seconds alone: “you got this” and “I promise he feels the same way” and “if you don’t do it now you’ll regret it forever.”

The last one isn’t so much a pep talk as a threat, but it still does the job.

He shakes his hands out, like he’s about to jump in the pool for a swim meet.

He bounces on his feet, slaps his arms like he’s warming up before taking the court for a must-win basketball game.

He looks and feels incredibly stupid and he’s certain that someone will see him acting like this and have questions. He just hopes it’s not Dustin. Or Max. Or Mike, Jesus Christ.

He sneaks away when the announcers give a five minute warning to the countdown. He needs a minute alone before he potentially ruins one of the best friendships he’s ever had besides Robin.

He hides in the bathroom, looks at his reflection in the mirror and tries to smile. He used to be so confident, used to be able to tell himself to make a move and make it successfully. But it used to not matter, not like this does.

No one has ever mattered the way Eddie does.

And fucking this up will ruin a lot more than just his friendship with Eddie; it’ll ruin the entire group’s dynamics.

No more hanging out at the arcade while the kids play, no more bringing snacks to game nights, no more adults only movie nights to make up for the shitty movies the kids make them watch during family movie nights.

No more getting high in Eddie’s bedroom while he plays his guitar, only trusting Steve to see how he still struggles with some chords because his fingers have more nerve damage than even the doctors know.

No more falling asleep on the couch while Eddie reads to him or tells him made up stories that turn into campaigns for the kids.

No more swimming in Steve’s pool after midnight, when Steve is scared, but wants to face his fears with Eddie by his side.

The bathroom door opening startles him from his morose thoughts, and he rushes to try to close it.

“Chill, man. Just me.”

Eddie.

“Sorry, must’ve zoned out.” Steve pretends to wipe his hands on the towel hanging by the sink. “All yours, man.”

Steve starts to leave when Eddie’s hand curls around his shoulder, tugs him back.

“You’ve been weird all night, Stevie. What’s goin’ on? Worried about having to see Nancy and Jonathan kiss?” Something’s off with Eddie’s voice towards the end, like he was going for teasing, but lost the effort halfway through the question.

Steve could hear a one minute warning from the other room.

His heart rate quickened.

“No. That’s not it.” Steve gulped. “I’m fine. Just worried.”

“I don’t think you need to worry.”

As if Eddie would know.

“I’ll just head out there-“

Eddie pushes him against the back of the bathroom door, hands on his chest and eyes boring into his.

“You were worried about kissing me, right? I didn’t imagine the way you avoided me all night and the way Robin kept poking me and looking at you anytime someone brought up kissing at midnight?” Eddie looks like he’s back in the boathouse, looks wild in a way Steve kind of loves, but probably needs to settle. “I haven’t imagined the way you look at me, have I? Like, the crush on you is probably out of hand, but I couldn’t have made up the way you always fall asleep on my shoulder when we try to stay up too late and your hand always finds mine and-“

Steve couldn’t take it. He could listen to Eddie spiral all night or he could just do what he was pretty sure they both wanted and just kiss him.

So he does.

He leans forward and kisses his lips, hopes that the way Eddie’s fingers curl against his chest doesn’t mean he’s about to push him away.

It’s short, and Steve’s hands are stuck at his side while he waits for a proper reaction from Eddie, who is frozen other than the fingers digging into Steve’s chest hairs somewhat painfully.

“Eddie?” He asks after a long silence.

“Steve, shut up. I might be in a coma still. Or those stupid bats got me and I’ve spent the last few months dreaming up a somewhat regular life.”

Steve smirked and placed his hands on top of Eddie’s, slowly unfurling the fingers and holding them in his.

“Eddie.”

This time, Eddie managed to look at him, and his shoulders fell as he seemed to catch on that he wasn’t dreaming or dead.

“Can I kiss you again or are you gonna panic?”

Eddie let out a strangled noise and nodded.

“I need a yes or a no, Eds,” Steve laughed.

“Yes. Please. Always yes. Kiss me for every single minute of 1987 if you want. Start and end the year kissing me. Kiss me until I-“

Steve shook his head, so stupidly fond of this man, and leaned in to kiss him again.

This time, Eddie managed to kiss him back, lips not as firm as they parted beneath Steve’s.

And this time when he pulled away, Eddie’s eyes slowly blinked open, and he was smiling.

“Can’t believe you did this on New Year’s Eve. How stereotypical. You’ve turned me into a stereotype. How could you do this? Stevie, I’m so ridiculously in love with you, but you really should’ve done this yesterday or something.”

“I love you, too.”

Eddie snapped his mouth shut, eyes going wide as his cheeks turned a bright red.

“I have really gotta learn to shut up. I blame Robin for the rambling.”

Steve’s hands wrapped around Eddie’s waist, pulling him closer as he kissed his forehead with a laugh.

“I think you had this problem way before you hung out with Robin.”

“How would you know, sunshine?” Eddie faked annoyance, but the term of endearment gave him away completely.

“I just know you pretty well. And I love you.”

“So you’ve said.”

“You have too.”

“I have, haven’t I?”

They both stared at each other in silence for a full minute before bursting into laughter.

Someone banged on the door as they rested their forehead against each other, laughing through another kiss.

“If you’re all done making out in there, some of us have been holding it since last year!” Max’s voice rang out.

“That joke doesn’t really mean anything when last year was two minutes ago, Maxine!” Eddie yelled back, not pulling away from Steve.

“I will use Steve’s bathroom if you don’t come out in five seconds!”

“God, please no.” Steve said as he pulled away and opened the door. “You suck so much.”

“Not as much as you apparently,” Max said back as she pushed past them and slammed the door.

“I didn’t even get to the sucking yet,” Eddie whined. “Why is she so mean?”

“She’s a teenage girl. They’re all like that.”

“Thank god I never liked them.”

“Never?”

“Steve, I was so busy trying to hide how hot I thought you were, I didn’t even notice girls.”

“Seriously?!” Steve laughed. “That must’ve been terrible for your image.”

“Yeah, well, now I think I’m the one terrible for your image, so I guess it worked out for me,” Eddie smirked, kissing Steve’s cheek.

“Very funny. Now back to the sucking thing…”

“Oh my god, I can hear you!” Max yelled from in the bathroom, causing Steve and Eddie to roll their eyes and laugh.

“That’s okay, we’ll just go upstairs, won’t we?” Eddie said loudly.

“Yep, I think that’s where we’ll be for the rest of the night!” Steve said back.

“Just go away!” Max yelled as the toilet flushed.

Steve did lead Eddie upstairs, and they definitely did intend on using a few minutes of privacy to their advantage, but were interrupted the moment Steve’s pants were unbuttoned.

Mike Wheeler would probably never recover from seeing Eddie’s lips on Steve’s neck, but maybe he’d at least learn to knock on doors before opening them.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #new years eve #new years kiss #getting together #first kiss #friends to lovers #they’re so stupid your honor #spoiler alert I yearn so hard on New Year’s Eve and for NOTHING #so I’m in my feelings and I’m gonna make it everyone’s problem

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tomblythismyhusband · 7 months

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Billy with a f.reader who’s like “I’ll follow you wherever and whenever because I love you” 🙏🏼🙏🏼 cause we all know with Billy being a outlaw mf had to run from town to town 😭

wherever you go [ billythekid x fem!reader ]

[summary]: billythekid x fem!reader | You awake to hear Billy trying to leave and you convince him to let you come along.

[warnings]: just fluff :) + mentions of weapons, slight innuendo

[wc]: 1k

[note]: billy is so so cute in this GRR. ALSO thank you so much anon for the request I LOVE YOU. <3

You awoke to the sound the springs of your bed creaking loudly. Billy was moving- but it seemed like he was frantic. You jolted upwards, head still heavy from sleep.

“..Billy..?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes as they tried to adjust to the dark bedroom. From the looks of it it seemed to be midnight. The moonlight cast a soft glow on the room. making everything seem more surreal.

“Shh- darling go back to sleep.” Billy’s rough voice broke the silence of the night making you shudder.

You could make out the tall frame of him moving about the room, yanking on his clothes and grabbing his things. He seemed to be trying to make the least amount of noise possible.

This had you wide awake now. There was no way in hell you were going back to sleep with him rustling around like this.

You threw the covers off your body and scrambled out of bed, the old wood of the floor meeting your bare feet. You started to walk towards him, stumbling slightly in the darkeness.

“Billy what the hell-?” You started to say when a big hand clamped over your mouth. You could feel Billy’s mouth near your ear. His warm breath caressed it, silencing you instantly.

“Doll I love you, but I need you to be quiet, ok? I have to go.”

I have to go? The words echoed around your mind, as your eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

He lowered his hand from your mouth slowly. His blue eyes watched your reactions intently, searching for any sign of anger.

You dropped your voice down to a whisper and leaned in close. “Billy.. you have to go? What the hell are you talking about?”

You felt his hand slide down your arm to grasp your own in one smooth swoop. He took in a sharp breath and spoke, looking down at the floor.

“One of my buddies came knocking on the windows tonight. The sheriff knows I’m here somehow- and he’s sending men to come arrest me.”

You let out a shaky breath, the weight of the situation now settling down on you. Billy squeezed your hand and met your gaze, the pale moonlight hitting the planes of his face beautifully. He shook his head slowly.

“That’s why I needa leave.. I sure as hell don’t wanna get arrested, and…” His hand wrapped slowly around your waist. “I couldn’t promise that they wouldn’t hurt you too y/n. Havin’ an outlaw in your bed could get you in just as much trouble as I’m already in.”

You cupped his face softly, your thumb tracing small circles on his cheeks. You didn’t want him to leave.

You’ve done this to many times before, Billy leaving for a few months then coming back. This was a cycle that seemed to be never ending. You should be used to it, but it breaks your heart to see him go. Every. Single. Time.

“Billy.. I can’t let you go. Not again. Not this time.” You said softly. You felt his hand squeeze your waist tighter in response.

“I know it's hard, doll. But I can’t let you get hurt. I would feel- hell- I would blame myself forever if somethin’ happened to you.”

You furrowed your brows and traced your thumb over his lips. Soft.. warm, lips you didn’t want to stop kissing anytime soon.

After a moment of silence you finally spoke, your voice slightly wobbly due to the circumstances. “Billy. I’ll follow you wherever you go. Whenever and wherever- I want to be there, because-“ You paused, taking a breath to settle your nerves. “Because I love you.”

You felt Billy’s body freeze, his breath hitched and eyes blinking. “Y/n…” He said softly.

“I’m coming with you Billy.” You said with the tone of finality. He started to shake his head in protest but you held his face still. “You can’t fight me on this. Your problems are my problems, your battles are also mine.”

Billy stared for a moment as you awaited his response. You’d never asked to go with him before, sure you guys had joked about it but he always made sure you stayed back. Billy let out a sigh.

“Doll- you know I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt-“

You shook your head. “I know how to shoot a gun, handle a knife.. and I have you. I’m way more protected when I’m with you than when I’m by myself.” Billy was quiet for a moment and seemed to be taking this fact into account.

Finally he leaned in, his mouth pressed against your temple. “Okay.. You can come. I love you darlin’.” The words sent vibrations through your body as he mumbled them against your forehead. “But just so you know I am never letting you out of my sight.”

You let out a soft giggle as he kissed your forehead and squeezed you tighter. His lips felt warm against your skin but you wanted to taste him.

You tilted your head up to meet his lips in a soft, thankful kiss. You felt giddy inside knowing that he was still yours, that he was going to be beside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him harder. Billy let out a soft growl then a chuckle before pulling away slowly.

“Darlin’ we still gotta go, we can save that for later.” He teased. You hit him playfully, emitting another low chuckle from his lips.

“Let’s get this on the road then.” You said softly, releasing his body from yours. You couldn’t help but feel happy- and a bit nervous- to go with him. Your love for Billy seemed to grow, he was now yours. Anywhere and everywhere.

You gave him one last kiss before you both started to scramble and grab your things. While tugging on your boots you smiled to yourself, picturing all your new memories, adventures, and experiences you would now share with the man you loved. Billy.

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 9 days

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Words: 7,252 (oof, this one got long!)

Pairing: Negan Smith x Reader

Reader pronouns: largely unspecified (but Negan does refer to reader as doll and darling which could be considered more feminine terms of endearment)

Warnings: language haha, frightening scenarios, references to past violence

Summary: Months have now passed since Y/N began taking on Negan as a "project" and the reader suggests an even longer run outside the walls.

A/N: This is part of a series! Find all the parts on the Negan Master List.

Previous Part here!

“It’s been months,” you said. “There hasn’t been a single time that I’ve felt unsafe, and both of you know I never let my guard down.”

Daryl was leaning up against the wall beside the door, his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was serious but largely unreadable. Michonne leaned forward on the table, considering your words.

“We need to think long-term here. Are we just going to keep him locked up forever? Or is there some version of this where he gets out and either integrates as much as possible or—or goes on his way?”

Michonne sighed and shook her head. “I’m not sure any of us have the answer to that yet,” she said.

“I know. I still don’t,” you said. “I’m not sure what the future looks like for him, but I know we have to do more than just letting him out to pick tomatoes every once in a while. So, that’s what I’m doing. And with you two stuck here dealing with the wall and the kids—and the pantry and medical supplies starting to run low, well… let’s kill two birds with one stone.”

Daryl sighed and straightened up. “I ain’t gonna say I like it, but I trust ya and I’ve seen your judgment play out too many times to doubt it. If ya think it’ll be alrigh’, then—well, ‘m good with it. But ya gotta show us exactly where you’ll be and when to expect ya back in case we need to come lookin’.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll mark it all on the map. We should be able to make it out and back in a single long day. Leave early. Get back late.”

“And no weapons for him unless it’s an absolute emergency,” Michonne emphasized.

“Of course,” you agreed.

“Alright,” Michonne nodded. “When will you go?”

“Tomorrow,” you said. “I’ll get everything ready today.”

“I’ll walk ya out,” Daryl drawled, watching as you grabbed your bag and shouldered it. “Listen—” he started.

You looked over at him and smiled, already knowing you were about to get a worried Daryl Dixon lecture. “Mhm?” you prompted him.

“The hell are ya smirkin’ about?” he growled, his brow furrowing.

“Nothing,” you laughed. “Go ahead.”

“Well—if somethin’ happens out there… if it comes down to you or him…” he trailed off.

Your brow furrowed deeply now to match his. “It won’t,” you said seriously.

He shifted anxiously. “But if it does…”

“Daryl. It’s not going to,” you insisted.

He nodded, pulling back. “Wish I could go with ya… I’d feel better about it.”

He relented and nodded, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Okay. C’mere.” He pulled you into a hug and you smiled as he folded you up against him. “I just want ya to be safe, is all.”

“I know. I will,” you agreed.

“I know. But it’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“You’re shitting me, right?” Negan said, his breakfast still in his hand, not a single bite taken.

You stared at him and then let out a dry laugh. “That’s not exactly the reaction I was expecting,” you said.

“Well, shit. I mean… a real scavenging trip? That’s what you’re saying?” Negan said. He ran a hand back through his hair and stood, pacing a tight circle in his cell. “Who else is going?”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why? Someone specific you want me to invite? Want me to ask your old pal Gabriel? Or wait—Eugene?”

He laughed but looked vaguely shocked. “Well, I’m sorry but I’m just—a little fuckin’ surprised, doll.” You’d eased some on scolding Negan for the pet names over the last few weeks and generally just ignored them now unless it was something really egregious. (You’d nearly hit him for calling you ‘princess’ one day, so he had at least not tried that again.) He seemed to enjoy taking full advantage of you turning a deaf ear to them now. “Just you and me? Out there?” he clarified.

“You and I have already been out there alone how many times, hmm? I don’t see why this should be any different,” you said, digging around in your pack.

“Well, it’s farther. I mean, farther for you to get help if—”

You straightened up and fixed a skeptical gaze on him. “If what? If you suddenly decide to attempt to murder me? Attack me? Steal the car and leave me out there? I’ll still be armed and you won’t. Besides, I’ve been through more shit out there than—”

He laughed again. “I was just gonna say in case any number of bad fuckin’ things happens out there. And we both know that they do.”

“Yeah. You used to be one of those bad things, remember?” you shot back quickly. He sighed at your deflection and you couldn’t help but laughing. “I am having to sell this harder to you than I did to Michonne and Daryl. What is going on? What are you worried about?”

“I’m not worried! Although, it would be fuckin’ nice to have something to defend myself with in case of the dead or unexpected assholes…”

“ ‘Unexpected Assholes’?” you repeated. “What is that, your one man play?” you quipped. “Let me guess—you’ll be playing yourself.”

Negan couldn’t resist a hearty laugh at that, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s good. You’re fuckin’ hilarious as usual, doll.” But he looked serious again the next moment. “Anyway, about me having some way to defend myself…”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” you said lazily. “I’ll let you have, like, a stick if you want,” you smirked. He only stared back at you. “I told you that I’ll protect you! You think I’m just gonna let a walker wander up and bite you?” There was a thick silence for a moment where he just stared back at you.

“I’m not worried about one walker. I’m worried about all the random, rogue shit that can happen out there.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to trust me! Do you not want to go or what?” you pressed him, perplexed at his reaction.

He paused, drew in a deep breath, and let it out. Then that damn smirk showed back up on his face, sending his hazel eyes sparkling. “Are you asking if I want to go spend some quality time alone with you? Just the two of us? No one to interrupt… Completely at your mercy for whatever you may decide to do with me… or to me…”

You rolled your eyes, catching onto his tone immediately. “That could include killing you,” you cautioned him, eliciting a low laugh from him. You hated that the deep gravel of it gave you goosebumps. You did your best to ignore it.

“I don’t know… I’m starting to think this is just a ploy to get away with me where nobody can easily interrupt us,” Negan said. “I mean, shit. No need hide your true intentions from me,” he grinned. “I am absolutely 110% on board with that. Use me all you want, doll,” he grinned, now gripping the bars of his cell door. “God, I’d love to be fuckin’ used by you.”

You crossed your arms and fixed a stern look on him, hoping that your face wasn’t flushing bright red. You cleared your throat. “Sounds more like wishful thinking on your part. It’s a scavenging run, Negan, not a fucking romantic getaway,” you said.

“Are you sure you said that right? I think you meant romantic fucking getaway. Emphasis on the—”

“Negan! Stop! I will cancel this whole thing! Jesus Christ!”

That shit-eating grin was still on his face and he laughed again, thoroughly pleased with himself. “Alright, alright. I’m done. I think…”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “Scavenging. Run.” you repeated.

“Yeah, we’ll see, doll. We’ll see. So, where are we going exactly?”

You forged ahead, ignoring his last comments in favor of moving on. “There are some old houses and other structures we’ve only ever done a cursory search of. Probably not going to make a huge score but there’s always something left behind, something hidden. But who knows? Maybe we’ll get lucky,” you said.

“Fuck me, I’d love to get lucky…” he laughed again.

“Negan!” you exclaimed again.

“Alright! I’m sorry,” he chuckled.

“So, are you in?” you asked, slightly exasperated.

The two of you were separated by only the iron bars and a small buffer of space, hardly a foot. He was still smiling at you and you hated that the thought that he was handsome flickered through your mind. It wasn’t the first time you’d thought it—but the thought always surprised you, like it came from somewhere outside of yourself, not by your conjuration alone. “Fuck yes, I’m in,” he answered, interrupting your thoughts.

“You promise to listen to everything I say? If I tell you to run, if I tell you to hide—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I promise,” he said, smiling. “If I don’t, you’ll shoot me in the fuckin’ knee or some shit. Can we skip the pep talk?”

You gave him a stern look but unlocked his cell and tossed him the spare pack you’d brought. You dug into your own bag and handed him some supplies, including some outerwear. He tucked them into his bag and looked up at you expectantly. “Where to, warden?”

You rolled your eyes again but couldn’t help the tiniest smirk. “Car is right outside. Let’s get going. The sun is starting to come up and it could be a long day.”

“Great. Can I drive?” he quipped, shouldering his bag. You only shot him a look that made him laugh again, but he saw the slight curve at the corners of your mouth.

The drive to the crumbling ruins of the neighborhood was slow, but uneventful. The sun was up and filtering through the trees overhead as you and Negan climbed out and started toward the buildings. You were quiet, focused, and Negan couldn’t help admiring your efficiency and care as you went about your mission.

The two of you stopped at the edge of the crumbling street, concealed in some taller brush. The street was overgrown with weeds and lined with dilapidated houses. It was almost eerily quiet.

“Alright,” you breathed quietly. “We’ll go building by building, down one side and back up the other. Pay attention to signs of walkers or people,” you said softly, gripping the straps of your pack. “Follow my lead and stay close.”

“You got it,” Negan replied, slipping his hands into his pockets as he followed alongside you toward the first house. “I gotta say, it is really uncomfortable being out here without a damn weapon. More so here than in the woods,” he commented, his eyes shifting around to study the other buildings, scrutinizing for a sign of movement. “I feel like I’m naked,” he said.

“I guarantee—” You paused to tap on the wall of the house the two of you were standing beside, listening for anything inside. “You’re not. If you were naked, I would not be this fuckin’ calm, Negan,” you said, half-distracted.

He chuckled and licked his bottom lip, smirking.

“What?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t think that sounded how you meant it to sound,” he laughed.

Your cheeks flushed. “Oh, shut up. You know what I meant!”

“Your brain is saying one thing but your lips are sayin’ another, darlin’,” he teased you.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the front door open, stepping cautiously inside. The smell was of mildew and stagnant air as you stepped inside. A heavy layer of dust and dirt coated everything; overturned furniture, books standing or tipped over on shelves, a stately chair still positioned in front of the fireplace. Somewhere deeper in the house, water was dripping. You had your gun out and started clearing the lower floors. Negan ghosted behind you.

You made for the staircase to check the upstairs when there was a soft thump overhead. Your eyes and Negan’s went to the ceiling.

“Alright… maybe someone is home after all,” he commented, giving you a concerned look.

“It’s gotta be a walker,” you said. “Maybe an animal.” You proceeded cautiously toward the staircase.

“Hey,” Negan said softly. “Be careful.”

You turned and looked at him for a long moment before you started up the stairs. He seemed genuinely on edge, worried. He stayed right on your heels as you climbed the steps, the muscle in his jaw tensed as his teeth clenched together.

You cleared two bedrooms and finally came to a closed door at the end of the hall. As the floor creaked under your boots, there was the sound of more movement behind the door. You reached for the door knob, gun ready in your other hand. You took a deep breath and quickly turned it shoving the door open and aiming the muzzle of your pistol inside.

An opossum let out an angry hiss and then scrambled up and out of a broken window. It had been rooting around in some debris on the floor. A huge sigh of relief escaped you and Negan watched your shoulders sag. You laughed a little as you turned to look back at Negan. He gave you a relieved look.

“I gotta be honest,” he said. “I fuckin’ hate this shit. I feel completely helpless without something to use if something bad happens. What am I supposed to do if you need help?”

You gave him a somewhat sympathetic look, thinking about how it would feel to be in his place—the unknown behind every locked door with no knife, no gun… completely vulnerable and reliant on someone who was essentially his jailor. “Well,” you said. “I have a feeling if something really did go wrong, you’d figure something out.”

He considered your words for a moment. “Yeah. I hope so.” He thought about what he would do. What if they ran into some bad men? Bad people? What would he really do if you were in danger? He didn’t have to think hard to know the answer. Anything. He’d do anything he needed to. The thought seemed to dig deep into the center of his chest and sit there, heavy. It was almost a surprise. “So, now what? House is clear.”

You holstered your gun again. “Now, we search. See if there’s anything left. A lot of people hid things, right after. There’s always something left behind. You take the upstairs. I’ll go through the downstairs.”

Negan nodded his agreement and turned back to the trashed bathroom, the sound of your steps fading away down the staircase. He searched every room, every cabinet, every closet, under beds, under loose floorboards, but came away with nothing of interest except for half a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. He headed downstairs where he could hear you rummaging around in the living room. “Hey,” he greeted you, stepping over the threshold. You were standing completely frozen now at the shelves, looking down at something. “Y/N?” he said again. You still didn’t seem to have heard him. He wandered closer. “Find something?”

You startled a little and turned to look at him, a picture frame in your hand. “Oh. No, not really. You?”

“Half a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I stuck it in my pack.” He nodded toward the frame. “What’s that?”

You looked down at it again. “It’s nothing. It’s just this—this family portrait. I wonder if they lived here—” you said thoughtfully. Your voice seemed to drift away a little. “Or what happened to them, you know? Did they make it? Were they ever safe again after the outbreak?”

Negan looked on with a thoughtful expression, his dark brows furrowed over his eyes. He nodded and moved closer to get a better view of the photo behind the cracked glass. He smiled at it, chuckling a little. “Hmm. Mom, Dad, and three kids. A perfect nuclear family,” he said.

“Looks like the 90s,” you laughed. “Check out the clothes.”

“Yeah, they probably went down to JCPenney to take advantage of the fancy photography studio,” Negan remarked. “Dad looks like an accountant, doesn’t he?”

“Mmm, I’m getting more of a bank manager vibe. Mom probably stayed at home when the kids were little and then goes back to work as a teacher once the youngest is in kindergarten,” you replied, now smiling a little too.

Negan ran a hand back through his hair thoughtfully and cocked his head. “You know—I was a teacher,” he said suddenly. “I’ve never really told anyone that since things went to shit. Kind of lessens the mystique,” he laughed dryly.

Your eyes snapped over to his face, one of your eyebrows arching gracefully with the question on your face. He laughed again. “Yeah, I know… hard to believe, right? How could such an asshole be a teacher?” he said.

A slight wince flickered across your face for a brief second at his words, as if you didn’t like the way he’d talked about himself. But that couldn’t be right… “What did you teach?”

“I was a high school P.E. teacher,” he said. “Coached some of the school teams too. Basketball. Football.”

“P.E.?” you repeated. “And you’re not even going to make a ‘physical education’ joke?” you teased him. “Wow. Are you feeling okay?”

He laughed lightly. “You beat me to it,” he said. He glanced back at the picture and sighed. “Should we get going? Lots of buildings to search,” he said.

You nodded and stared down at the picture for another moment.

“What’re you doing?” Negan asked, watching you take the back off the picture frame. You fumbled with the backing and then removed the family photo from the damaged frame.

“I just—feel like someone should remember them, you know?”

Negan’s gaze was fixed on you, flickering over your face. There was something so soft in it at that moment that you felt slightly unbalanced. You distracted yourself by bending to slip the photo into your pack. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he said gently.

You deflected, laughing as you shouldered your pack again. “Oh, you’ve got no idea,” you said sarcastically, again ignoring the heat in your face. “Come on.”

The two of you went on, searching each home and several stores, working your way down the block and partway up the next. You’d managed some good finds, including a hidden cellar that clearly had belonged to a survivalist type (who had apparently “opted out” and his corpse still watched over the hidden entrance). You’d have to make a few trips to the car in order to get all the supplies and gear back, or otherwise figure out a way to get the car in through the overgrown side road. The two of you piled the finds in a safe place in one of the rooms on the main floor, stacking Rubbermaid tubs full of helpful items in neat piles.

“Fuck me,” Negan sighed, setting the last one on top. “Well, when you’re right, you’re fuckin’ right, doll. There’s always somethin’ left behind.”

You wiped at the sweat near your hairline. “Yeah,” you sighed. “Not bad.” You had a satisfied smile on your face. It felt good to do something concrete that would help people back home. You glanced out the window, assessing the light outside. It’d taken quite some time to get things moved up from the cellar and you wondered if you should keep searching the rest of the houses or call it a day. “I think it’s starting to get late,” you said, remarking mainly on the way the light already seemed like it was fading.

“Mmm,” Negan hummed, going to the front bay window and looking out. His eyes had been searching the street all day, vigilant, as if waiting for some psychos to suddenly burst out of one of the houses. But the only signs of inhabitation or squatting you’d found were clearly from long before, now covered in dust and debris or otherwise moldering in damp corners or on top of filthy mattresses. Now, as you were busy drinking from your canteen, Negan’s shifting suddenly stopped. “Hey, doll—I’m no meteorologist, but those clouds look like bad fuckin’ news.” It had been overcast all day, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that this was something else.

You capped your canteen and went to the front door, your brow now furrowed heavily to match his. You pulled the door open and peered at the sky. Ominous didn’t even begin to cover it. There was not a sniff of wind at the moment and the air seemed to hum with electricity. Negan appeared next to you in the doorway, squinting at the low and heavy sky.

“I’m pretty sure when the sky turns fuckin’ green, there’s some bad shit coming,” he said. He glanced over at you.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath. “Yeah. Yeah, green sky is… tornado weather. Fuck,” you muttered, glancing back at the pile of supplies.

“What do you want to do?” Negan asked.

You sighed, pushing a hand back through your hair. “Even if we head back to the car now, we probably can’t outrun that… the old highway is FUBAR in some places. It’s not like we can drive 60 mph all the way back to Alexandria. And that would mean leaving all these supplies here.” As if on cue, the complete stillness in the air broke as a rushing wind approached like a tidal wave, creaking and cracking in the trees and swirling dust and dried leaves across the open ground until it reached the two of you standing on the porch. Your hair lifted and blew back from your face.

“I’ll ask you again,” Negan said, speaking louder now over the roar of the wind, “what do you want to do?”

You hesitated, glancing from him back to the quickly approaching menacing clouds. The little light left was fading fast. “Fuck,” you muttered again. “I—I think we’re better off weathering it here than in a car out there,” you said.

“I definitely agree with that,” Negan said.

“Once the storm clears, maybe then we can try to get the car in here and load up the supplies and get home. We’ll be delayed a bit longer than expected but—I think it’s the best move. Hopefully, we’re just stuck a couple more hours.”

Negan nodded. “Alright. Where are we holing up? Because this shit is about to kick the fuck off,” he said, surveying the street again.

“Here is as good a place as any,” you said. “There’s a basement and almost all the windows are intact or boarded up. Come on. Let’s get inside.”

Negan followed you in and shut the door on the wind. Your eyes were already on him when he turned around again. He was trying to decode your expression but it was largely unreadable. He unshouldered his pack and set it on the floor, taking a seat on the stairs across from where you were now leaning up against the wall. The ambient light from outside was quickly waning and before long you could hear raindrops start to pound the roof. They increased in size and then seemed to be blowing across the roof in waves of water.

You could hear the huge cottonwood trees creaking and cracking in the wind. You tried to peer out through the boarded slats over the window to see if they were dropping branches but it was too dark. Behind you, Negan pulled out a flashlight from his pack and clicked it on. It had grown extremely dark with the heavy storm clouds gathering and unleashing the torrents of rain. You were still standing right by the window, looking out, when he spoke again.

“Hey, maybe we should move away from the windows, doll,” Negan said, worried. He didn’t like how close you were standing to all that glass, even if it was mostly boarded over. His voice was deep and resonant in the space between you with just the raging background noise outside.

“Yeah. Maybe,” you said. You bent to grab your pack when you suddenly heard a loud thud against the side of the house. You straightened up, your eyes widening. Negan had heard it too, his eyes were narrowed, ears strained, listening. It was difficult to hear anything over the storm.

“What was that?” you asked, your voice breathy. “Some debris blowing against the house?” you asked.

Negan shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said, standing from his place on the steps and going to the doorway of the room the sound had seemed to come from. The roaring storm seemed to reach new extremes. The wind sounded like a train bearing down on the little dilapidated structure the two of you were sheltering in. Rain and hail lashed the siding and the roof. There was another thud from outside, this time on the window.

“There. Again,” you said, anxiously pacing toward Negan to stare into the room. His flashlight was still on. Another thud, and then another. You squinted, trying to distinguish anything through the boarded windows but it was too dark. Then, a flash of lightning shot the sky outside with blinding white and you couldn’t help the soft gasp that left you at what it illuminated.

“What?” Negan asked urgently.

You couldn’t speak. You just reached for the flashlight. Negan looked down as your hand landed on top of his. He could feel you trembling slightly and for a moment he was so shocked by your touch that he didn’t understand what you were doing. With your gentle grip, you directed the yellow beam of the light slowly to the window. As it came to rest between two of the boards and shone through the glass, Negan registered that there were walkers clawing to get in, rotting faces pressed to the glass, bloody fingertips, snapping teeth. Dozens. “Ho-ly fuck!” he exclaimed, jerking the flashlight off the window and quickly shutting it off. You and Negan stood in the dark for a moment, neither of you moving, now keenly aware of the pounding noise and dull thuds on the exterior of the house, cutting through the wind and rain. Were you imagining it or was the pounding increasing, getting louder? More frequent? Negan could hear your breath beside him in the dark. “Well, that shit was straight out of a fuckin’ horror movie,” he remarked in a low voice.

“Yeah,” you whispered back. “Where the fuck did they come from? It sounds like we’re surrounded.”

“I don’t fuckin’ know. Seems like they rolled in with the storm.”

“Maybe they can feel the barometric pressure changes or something. Almost like a migration,” you commented, feeling your heart rate and breathing finally start to slow down after the shock of discovering the herd.

Negan chuckled beside you and you heard him shift. “Who do you think you’re talking to? Eugene?”

You let out a dry laugh. “Okay… so, now we just have the storm of the century and a fucking herd to deal with. Great. Okay… let’s think…”

Negan finally clicked his flashlight on again but kept it pointed at the floor. “This place seems sturdy but maybe we should barricade ourselves better.”

You glanced toward the basement where you’d discovered the hidden cellar. Your eyes next drifted toward the stack of supplies. “Basement is pretty much ready to barricade thanks to that dead survivalist guy, but if they do break in we could be trapped down there for fuck-knows how long.”

“Not sure we have any better options. We don’t want to be upstairs either. We’re sure as shit not going out on the roof in this if they get in and if there is a fucking tornado and we're on the top floor—” Negan broke off.

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding. You dug into your own pack and pulled out a headlamp, quickly turning it on dimly. “Grab some of these. They have food and medical supplies, and some other gear,” you said, grabbing one of the many Rubbermaid containers and heading toward the stairs down to the basement.

“Man, I’m so glad we carried all this shit up here,” Negan joked, picking up a stack of two big containers.

“Sorry. Next time I’ll consult my crystal ball,” you quipped, but right then there was the sound of shattering glass and the storm and the growling got slightly louder. One of the windows in the next room had broken. Negan could see hands and fingers reaching in around the boards.

“Let’s go. Downstairs,” he urged you, his voice intense and thick with concern.

You started down, but shot back at him over your shoulder. “Aren’t I the one in charge here?”

“I don’t see you disagreeing with that idea,” Negan said, setting his containers down beside yours. “Stay here. I’ll go grab a couple more boxes,” he said.

“Whoa. Me stay here? What is this? You don’t even have a weapon!” you argued.

He gave you an exasperated look. “Fine. Then by all means, come with me, darlin’!” He turned and rushed back up the stairs and you had to hurry after him, one hand on your knife in its sheath.

“Negan,” you snapped at him in a low voice as you rounded the doorway back onto the main floor. But he wasn’t by the supplies. You glanced around and could see the dim glow of his light in the next room, the one where the walkers had broken a window. Rain and the occasional hailstone were puddling under the window among the shards of glass. “What the fuck?” You nearly collided with each other when he turned around and started back toward the door. “What are you doing?! Put that down!” you growled.

He had an iron fireplace poker in his hand. That’s what he’d been doing in this room, grabbing it from the set of fireplace tools. “Don’t you think this qualifies as kind of a capital “E” emergency?” he argued.

You stared at him, intense, your chest heaving, and to your annoyance, he smiled at you.

“Goddamn. You look fuckin’ hot as shit when you’re pissed off! I mean, you’re always hot but ho-ly shit! I'm scared and suddenly all tingly downtown!”

Your hand went purposefully to your knife again and you stared him down. “I said. Put it. The fuck. Down.”

“Doll, just hear me out—”

“Negan.”

Another crack and the sound of shattering glass behind him and you saw more arms reaching through between the boards of another window. “Okay, we don’t have time for this right now. You can stab me or whatever downstairs,” he said. He breezed past you and grabbed a couple more boxes of supplies. You had no choice but to begrudgingly follow after him.

He turned, straightening up as he heard your boots hitting the bottom steps, and he opened his mouth to say something, but you were already on him before he could get even a syllable out.

You kicked him hard on the inside of one of his thighs and he dropped sideways onto his knee. The poker dropped from his hand and rang out on the cement floor. You kicked it away and it slid into the far wall with a harsh scraping sound. Your knife was unsheathed and pointed at the base of his throat before he knew what was happening. To your amazement, once he recovered from his pained grimaces, he fucking smiled again.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” he asked in a low, gruff voice.

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me. When I brought you out here, you said you would listen to every fucking thing I told you to do. This is your one single second chance. Next time you fuck up, it’ll be my knife going into your thigh instead of my boot. Got it?”

He gulped, still on one knee at the point of your knife and still, to your annoyance, vaguely smiling. “Oh, I got it,” he responded, his eyebrows lifting.

“Good,” you said, backing off and letting him stand up. “Now, go pick up the fucking poker. I’m gonna lock up the door…”

“Wait‚ what?” Negan laughed, still rubbing at his leg where you’d kicked him. “After all that, you’re letting me have it?”

“Yes,” you said. “This does roughly qualify as an emergency. Or at least, the border of one. But those kinds of decisions? They’re not yours to make, Negan. You’re not the one in charge here.”

He looked both stunned and amused. “That is becoming more and more clear every fuckin’ day,” he said softly, looking at you with some expression you couldn’t completely discern.

You gave him a perplexed look and then headed up the stairs to seal up the door. There were heavy brackets on the back of the reinforced door (thank you, dead survivalist man) and you spotted a thick board leaning up against the railing. Once you’d closed and locked it, you heaved up the heavy wooden slat and dropped it into place in the brackets, adding extra security in case the walkers did get inside and try to push through. As you removed your hand hastily to head back downstairs, a jagged corner on one of the metal brackets sliced into your palm. You jerked it back and stared as a long crimson gash began to leak fat drops of blood onto the steps below you. You pulled in a hiss of breath through your teeth. “Great,” you sighed, cradling it in the other hand and trotting back down. Overhead, you could hear the storm still raging, but as a low hum now.

Negan stood up from his seat on one of the containers of supplies as soon as he saw you. A concerning amount of shockingly red blood was dripping off your hand and onto the floor. “What happened?” he asked, moving closer as you attempted to dig into your pack with your other hand, blood now running down your forearm. “Jesus, let me help you!” He grabbed your pack away and dug around inside until he found a small kit with spare bits of cloth for bandaging, some gauze pads, and a few other assorted odds and ends for first aid. “Wait, I’ve got that alcohol in my pack. We should clean it first.”

“It’ll be fine,” you argued, pulling off your headlamp and watching as Negan clicked on a lantern he’d found in one of the boxes.

“Would you let me help you with this at least? Can I? Please? I’m asking permission now,” he joked, shooting you a goading expression.

You cocked your head at him and tried to look annoyed, but you conceded, taking a seat on a plastic container across from him.

Negan dug out the alcohol and poured a generous amount out onto your palm. You gritted your teeth together at the burn and winced. “Sorry,” he said, pressing a gauze pad down over it, holding it gently on his own hand now. “But better than an infection, right?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, feeling strangely on edge with your hand in his.

Negan used some of the long, clean strips of cloth to bandage it up and hold the gauze in place, tying it securely but gently before relinquishing his hold on you. “Should have the doc take a look at that when we get back,” he said. “Pretty deep. Might need some stitches on that one.”

“Yeah. Maybe. It'll probably be too late by the time we get out of here,” you said, finally sighing as you suddenly realized how tired you were. Now that you felt more secure and safe, a strange thing with Negan sitting a mere foot away from you with no dividing bars between, the adrenaline had run out. Exhaustion was starting to set in. You took stock of the space. Your eyes wandered from the door into the hidden cellar where you’d found most of the supplies, back to the corpse of the survivalist in the far corner, over to the boxes next to Negan.

He was putting the first aid stuff back into your pack when his fingers nudged something and he paused; a thick stack of glossy photos. He pulled them out, curious. On top was the first one, the one in the very first house that the two of you had talked about, but there were more along with it now—many more. He flipped through a couple until you noticed and shifted where you were sitting. His hazel eyes lifted up to your face. “These are all from today?” he asked.

You nodded and tried to clear the sudden lump in your throat.

“You kept them? All of them?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He sighed, shaking his head vaguely, and thumbed through more; families on vacations, some guy holding a big fish, a young couple smiling in front of the Statue of Liberty, babies and kids and dogs and cats, an elderly couple posing in front of a studio background.

Your voice suddenly cut into him. “Did you ever stop to think that every person you put under your bat, they probably had photos like this? Were in photos like this?” you said suddenly. A particularly loud rumble of thunder boomed and rolled, as if on cue. Your eyes, clear and steady and striking even in the low glow of the lantern, felt like they were seeing straight into his core.

He frowned. The lines on his face seemed to become more pronounced, and he almost cringed. “No,” he answered honestly, the gravel in his voice heavy and gritty. “I didn’t think about it at all, most of the time. I think that was a lot of what I was doing. Not thinking. I know that's a shit fuckin' excuse. It's not an excuse... but I didn’t—want to think about the hard stuff.”

You were curious, interested, and felt that same vulnerability he seemed to be giving you more and more rolling off him in waves. “Like what?”

He gave you a sad smile. You could hear the wind whistling above you and the pounding of the rain. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

But now you were the one to back away, ducking your head, avoiding his eyes. Negan saw that there was hurt there, deep hurt. “I don’t think we’re quite there yet,” you murmured, fiddling with the bandage on your palm. “I mean, I’m not…”

“Hey, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” Negan replied, “you don’t owe me a damn thing. But can I tell you somethin’, doll?” He hesitated for a moment. “I—I like you. You kicked the shit out of me and held a knife to my throat about ten minutes ago and I still really like you. Genuinely. As a person, as a badass, as a—”

“Negan—” you interrupted him.

“If I had to be trapped in a basement with a corpse, a tornado and a herd outside, I can’t think of another person I’d rather be stuck with,” he said.

“Negan—” you tried again.

“No, listen to me. I’m trying to tell you—”

“You don’t like me, okay? You just feel that way because I’m the only person who really talks to you, who spends time with you, who brings you your meals, and looks after some fraction of your well-being. It’s like—it’s like trauma bonding, okay? That’s all it is.”

“No. It’s not just that. See Gabe was doin’ all that same shit and I still didn’t fuckin’ like him… I mean, not as much as I like you.”

As usual, when what you were feeling was becoming overwhelming, too many thoughts, too many emotions, you deflected with humor. “I’m cuter than Gabriel.”

Negan laughed and this time the sound was warm and almost comforting. “Yeah. No argument there…”

You allowed yourself a half-smile and then sighed, rubbing your hands over your face. “Fuck, I’m tired. What a long fucking day…”

“There are those sleeping bags in one of these boxes I think,” Negan said, starting to pull at the lids.

You laughed. “I can’t sleep,” you said.

“Why not?”

“Besides the insane storm outside and the horde? Uhh… I don’t know, you?” you offered, your tone a little sardonic.

But Negan’s face was perfectly serious. “The storm and the horde—can’t do shit about those companions and I agree that they are crappy house guests, but they’re not fuckin’ goin’ anywhere soon from what I can hear. That’s not changing whether you’re asleep or awake. As for me—” he tilted his head and gave you an appraising look, “I do not want to hurt you. And I won’t. And I’m not running away with the dickhole party outside so, you may as well catch some shut-eye. I’ll keep watch.”

You considered him for a long moment but finally shook your head. “No. No, I can’t sleep now…”

Negan sighed and rested the fireplace poker across his knees. “Well, then I’d say it’s going to be a long night… Got any ideas about how to pass the time?”

The mischievous sparkle came back into his eyes and you shot him a stern look that was apparently not enough of a deterrent. “Don’t—”

“We still do have those sleeping bags. I can think of some activities for a makeshift bed that don’t involve actual sleep.”

“Negan, there’s literally a corpse in the corner and a horde outside and that’s where your mind goes?”

He laughed. “Can you blame me? I’ve been in jail for, how long now? Five, six years? And trust me, Gabey Baby wasn’t giving me any action.” He paused at the look on your face, laughing again. “Come on, doll. I’m just kidding. Though it would help pass the time, you deserve far better than a sleeping bag on a dirty basement floor.”

“With a dead guy watching,” you added.

“With a dead guy watching,” he repeated, scratching absently at the stubble on his face. “That is pretty fuckin’ metal though,” he smirked.

“Negan, saying that I deserve better than that is really saying nothing. Anyone deserves better than that,” you sighed, standing up and pacing. “So yeah. I’d say it’s going to be a long night.”

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reilicaria · 2 years

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so lovely, it feels so right

First time actually publishing something I write. NSFW, fem na’vi reader, needy and dumb reader, some daddy kink, some degradation and Jake being a soft dom. English is not my first language, so I’m happy to take notes. Enjoy and if you liked it, you can send me some requests!<3

“Oh baby, you're getting so... loose. ‘Can barely feel you around my cock” he says, voice dripping with amusement, masked as disappointment.

Of course, he's just making fun of you, but you can't help but to cry a little for the embarrassment of what he just said. A new shed of tears gathered in your waterline, ready to burst. He has manoeuvred you into a spoon fucking position after having fucked an orgasm out of you in all fours. His arm is keeping your leg folded over his hip, your pussy stretched in the open air.

“S-Sorry, I'm sorry- I'm so sorry” you cry out, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, the burn of his words settling in your lower stomach and chest. “I- It's just- I can't help it. Feels so g-good...”

You couldn't help but to relax into his pleasure, to cream all over his cock, ring of white arousal gathering at the base of his girth. After all, it was your body's natural reaction to open up to him.

He kisses your temple before chuckling. Nevertheless, he doesn't stop his thrusts, punching the air out of your lungs with each tight snap of hips against your ass.

“I know baby, I know” he caresses your cheek sweetly before taking a hold of your jaw, your head tilting to the side, forcing you to look into his pupil-dilated eyes. “Fucked your cunt loose over the years. Am I right? Keeping this cunt filled-”

“I-I'm sorry. My mouth- It's better. I'll suck you off, please-” voice trembling, your following sighs are wet and shaky. Jake can see the desperation in your glossy eyes.

He moans, deep and long, the tip of his cock bumping inside the swell inside your gummy walls. It makes your cunt flutter, you see how his eyes roll to the back of his head, yours subtly mimicking his but keeping them shut afterwards.

“Yeah? You ‘gonna let me fuck your mouth? ‘Gonna let daddy cum in your mouth? Leave your greedy cunt empty?” His hand releases your face, the feeling of his fingers against your jaw still pulsing in your hot skin.

“Y-Yes, daddy! Whatever you want, I'll do anything for you.” You babble, mind foggy and already dumb on pleasure, the feeling of your belly getting tighter.

He can't help but to feel his chest tighten. You're so sweet, he knows you'd do it. You'd do anything to keep him satisfied, even if it meant not getting what you so desperately need.

“Lucky for you, I know just how to- ah yes, baby, keep those pretty eyes on me.” he gets distracted from what he was about to do when you look up to him again. Brows furrowed, all flushed in places he’s been touching. He chews his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss your cheek. When he pulls back, Jake can see how your eyes are filled with new tears, ready to be spilled. “Oh, sweet thing, don’t cry. Daddy’s ‘gonna make you all tight again. How does that sound?”

You can only nod, your head heavy over your shoulders, eager to do whatever he wants to make him feel as good as you’re feeling right now. It makes him chuckle behind you before he’s pulling out slowly. The cold wind of the forest hitting his drenched cock, making him whimper softly. You’re so empty all of a sudden, it makes you want to climb him to keep him inside of you forever.

“’Wanna kiss” you say before you can process it.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll give you a kiss in a second.” his hands grab your hips to manhandle you, back flushed against the soft grass, him above you. He’s leaning to meet your gabby hands, intertwining them over his thick neck.

When your lips meet, he moans against them sweetly, your tongue is quick and eager to search his, whimpering coming from the depths of your throat when he finally lets his to come out and play with yours.

“Inside, c’mon daddy, inside. ‘Want you inside again.”

“I was already on it, baby. You’re such a greedy little bitch, am I right?” you can help but nod shamelessly, the tip of his swollen cock now pressing at your clit it's all you can think about. You grow desperate at his soft attention; at the soft circles his head is drawing in your sweet nerves.

“Please, oh p-please!” your hips are rising with each of his slow movements, trying to follow the way he keeps his pace unhurried, teasing. It’s making you crazy. Your chest is moving up and down, unnaturally so, and you feel like you could sob any minute now with how needy and stupid you’re feeling.

“What? What do you want now? ‘You want me inside or just want to cum like this?” his voice hardens, his movements against your clit grow faster, and once again your jaw is getting gripped with controlled force. “Answer.”

“I don’t know! I-I-I want you!” you can feel the way your tail is swinging back and forth under you, deciding as if it had a life of its own, to wrap around his toned tight. Your head is screaming; you only want more.

More, more of him, closer, deeper, harder. Then, your hand behind his neck is wrapping his kuru, pulling it softly. He lets out a short laugh, the assault on your clit stops, making you whine and visibly relax.

“You’re that fucked out, right? It’s alright baby, you’re the prettiest when you’re dumb.”

He obliges you, taking a hold of your kuru to pull it over your shoulder as you do the same. Soft strands of bare nerves glow dimly between the two of you, and when you connect them, everything stops. Your breath is caught in your throat, a new wave of heat and sensibility is taking over your body, now you can barely feel your toes; you feel lightheaded.

He isn’t much better. The need you feel for him is overpowering, his desire for teasing you no longer a priority. He just wants to make you cum, keep you satisfied until you’re no longer able to remember your own name.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” is the only think he can mutter, head empty and ready to fuck you senseless. The head of his cock is quickly prodding your entrance and making a swift way inside your awaiting cunt effortlessly, making you arch against his chest in a silent moan. “Fuck, baby so good. So soft and w-warm. Fuck- Im’gonna make you cum so hard.”

Jake can no longer afford to be eloquent, deciding instead to focus on your neglected clit, his own release so near is making him whimper loudly with each trust into your cunt. Hand pressing on your lower stomach, thumb reaching to rub your sensitive nerves in the way he knows will have you tightening and cumming in no longer than five minutes.

“Jake! Ah, d-daddy. Feels so good- you’re, you’re... ah!” you trail off, unable to keep up with your words because of how hard he’s now fucking you, deep and so fucking dirty.

You can barely keep your eyes open, they feel heavy, and you can’t see much anyways, blurry behind your lids.

“I’m ‘gonna make you cum? I know baby, I know you. I know this sweet cunt can’t cum without having your pretty clit touched. So greedy, it’s never enough.” he regains composure, each of his words making you feel closer to your orgasm. His thumb draws unrelentless shapes over and over again over your clit.

“I’m- am I making you feel good too, d-daddy?” you ask, as sweetly as possible.

You can’t help but to search for reassurance, especially after remembering how his earlier words made you feel. You know you are, your brain is literally connected with his. Still, you need verbal confirmation, his words never failing to make you feel warm and comforted.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” he’s babbling and moaning, almost pussy drunk. He doesn’t miss the way your cunt is fluttering at his sounds, so he never actually tries to keep them down. “So good, sweetheart, you’re making me cum.”

You inevitably whimper at what he says, feeling the wet pulse in between your legs almost unbearable. Your back is sliding against the grass as he fucks you faster. Desperate, deep sounds coming from his open mouth.

“Ki-” you begin to say.

He’s already all over you, leaning forward, his forearm pressing right next to your head, noses bumping together and lips clasping wetly. Jake consumes almost all of your whiny and high-pitched noises, but his throat keeps groaning in low tones, unable to control himself no longer. When you open your eyes again, you can see how his temple expresses a deep frown. The idea is mild and subtle at the back of your brain, but you know he’s about to cum.

“C’mon baby, I can feel you want to cum so bad... let go for me. Give it to me, now.”

His thumb over your clit is doubling its efforts, tight circles with just the right amount of pressure has you arching your back and raising your hips into the air, before closing your eyes and gushing all over his cock. You see pure white bliss while you’re moaning so breathy and so high pitched, your legs are trembling so hard, but he doesn’t stop. He’s making your clit go almost numb from oversensitivity.

When your orgasm feels endless and unnaturally long, you know it’s because Jake has cummed alongside you, the bond between your bodies masking it as one.

“That’s right, sweet baby. So full of my cum, so mine...” his eyes are glued to your pulsing cunt, but he doesn’t seem to acknowledge the way you look at him, so focused on the way his softening dick is still pumping his cum inside you. “So pretty...”

When he’s finally pulling out, he moans softly, but you’re shuddering at the feeling of emptiness. You’re limp and exhausted, the both of you breathless.

“How are you feeling, syulang?” he’s smiling widely now, eyes transfixed in your expression. With flushed cheeks, tired eyes and sweaty form, you try and sit up “Satisfied enough?”

He’s mocking you again, but this time it makes you laugh when you lean to kiss him.

“Well, yes. For now.” you begin, looking up to him through your lashes. “I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of you and your...” you trail off, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh no, you can’t possibly be getting all shy now, aren’t you, baby?” he’s petting the crown of your head, rolling your bodies to lay in the cool grass. “I just hope to put another baby in you.”

His affirmation leaves you feeling hot and bothered again, but you limit yourself to only nodding and smiling at him while Jake softly pets the connection between your kurus with tenderness.

“Wanna go again?” you suggest, the bond making you feel hungry and revitalized, as if you haven’t had your brains fucked for the last hour. “Just to make sure.”

“Almost as if you read my mind.” he says amused, leaning over you once again.

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stinmybubs · 1 month

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"Do It For Us." Pt.5

Summery: Liar, Liar, Liar. Izuku Midoryia. You cant seem to remember the name? Who? Why is Katsuki, your first love talking about this man like you know him? Why is your memory so foggy after coming to UA? What happened to you?

?. ????? x AFAB! Reader x B. Katsuki

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

You ended up fainting shortly after your panic attack, needed to be taken to recovery girl so you could rest. Once you awoke you couldn’t really remember much, it was like a huge chunk of your memory was stripped from you.

“Ugh….” You groan, holding your throbbing head, massaging it to try and ease the pain.

“What happened…?” The fog in your head made you feel like you just woke up from being under anesthetics. Your eyes drooping, your whole body feeling heavy. You felt to exhausted.

“You fainted when you…saw that Midoriya guy, is everything okay? You kind of missed the whole festival…” Mei looked at you concerned.

“What…?who…? Wait what happened? Why am I here.” Grabbing your head, rubbing your temple slightly trying to figure out what happened.

The door slammed open, your familiar blonde haired friend stomping into the room.

“Half the students are talking about how ya passed out. Fuck happened?” His red eyes scanning over your body, examining your pathetic state. He felt heavy concern, pulling up a chair next to the bed.

“I…don’t remember. I saw this boy…”

“I knew you saw fucking Deku.” Katsuki’s fists tightened, remembering how both of you were inseparable, both quirkless little shits. Well one of you was quirkless.

“I don’t know how he fuckin got a quirk. He fuckin lied to both of us…he-“ you cut him off with a confused look. You had no idea who he was talking about.

“Who…is Deku? Is it the kid I saw? Fuck my head.”

You didn’t know what was going on, and it scared the shit out of you.

“Don’t overwhelm her now. She was physically fine…but I think it’s up here that’s the problem. Which I can’t do much about!” The familiar voice of recovery chimed in. Tapping the side of her own head as she mad the statement.

Katsuki’s anger grew and you could tell, you didn’t know why he was so angry. Maybe he was just worried about you?

“I’m okay Katsu…just confused?” You assure him, standing up and dusting yourself off to prove that you were fine.

“You really don’t…I’ll be back. Make sure to leave your window unlocked tonight.” And that was it, katsuki threw the chair aside and took off, clearly he was still angry so you just sighed.

Your mind was so fuzzy, it felt like pieces of you were missing.

But you didn’t know what.

Every since your little accident you’ve been spacing out a little more than usual. Slowing down your pace of work, which raised concern with your friends.

Of course you shrugged it off and tried your best to push through and ignore everything else.

Katsuki was a big help, he has been there for you the whole time. He apologized for what happened before you left for the hospital, and was surprised that you had no initial reaction to seeing him again.

He seemed to be controlling his temper better, at least around you, you could see his anger with his classmates. It seemed he was getting along with everyone.

From time to time you would feel eyes staring daggers into you, and it was always this green haired boy. The boy you saw before you woke up in recovery girls room.

The longing feeling whenever you saw him, the same feeling you feel with Katsuki, it was strong and it confused you. But every-time he tried to approach you katsuki intervened and swept you away.

Of course katsuki couldn’t keep you two apart forever. One day at lunch the boy stopped you in the middle of the halls as you were carrying a box of equipment you wanted to take apart and examine.

“Hey! Y/n…look it’s been a while and-“ you cut him off abruptly.

“Excuse me are we on the first name basis..? I’m not sure I know you.” The look on his face after your statement made you heart ache, you have no clue why your heart felt like this. He just started stuttering and sputtering none sense as you stared at him confused.

“Deku!” A girl ran up behind the green haired boy, she had short brown hair, and a carried a very bouncy vibe.

“There you are! We were looking for you for-“

As she talked you took this as a chance to walk away, rolling your eyes as you made your way back to your workshop.

The more you thought about the boy the more your head started to fuzz up, a slight headache beginning to creep up.

To Mei you were staring at the wall holding a wrench in your hand for 30min straight.

“Y/n! Y/n! Snap out of it!” The familiar voice of the pink haired girl snapping you out of your trance.

"huh? Wha-...What?" You stammered, a wave of confusion and slight panic coming over you as you frantically look around you to examine your surroundings.

"Hey! Hey its okay...are you okay?" Mei gently grabbed your shoulders to ease your panic, all you could do was stutter out random words as she tried her best to soothe your emotions.

Tears began to well up in your eyes, your vision becoming blurry as you began to loose control over your emotions. "where? Why? Why am i crying? What's happening!?" Trying your best not to panic you just let the tears flow.

"Why am i crying?" You sob, burying your head in your hands, your ands gripping your hair tightly.

"Y/n! Y/n! Hey its okay you're okay! Shit! Hold on I'm going to grab someone." Mei wrapped a blanket she has stashed away so she could sleep in the workshop, and wrapped it around you as she quickly dashed out the door.

"What's wrong with me!? Why cant i stop crying?" it hurt so bad, the tears pouring out your eyes hurt your chest as the pain of loss made your world turn.

"Y/n!" That familiar voice made you freeze, quickly you let your hands go and look up at your familiar friend. Katsuki. He was quick to reach you, grabbing your hands the look of concern on his face made your heart soar.

"Hey...it's okay...let it out." With that simple line that left his mouth, you didn't hold back anything from him, crying your heart out as he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you.

Katsuki didn't say any more words, like he knew you didn't even know why you were crying in the first place. His arms made you feel so safe, the comfort you felt from him is something you haven't felt in a very long time.

"it hurts! Katsu It hurts!" You cried out, the unbearable feeling of your heart being torn apart, the feeling of suffocation overcoming you. The feeling of his strong arms tightening around you, moving his hand to the base of your neck, trying to get you to look at him.

"hey...its okay...you should stay at my dorm tonight, I know you wont be able to sleep like this alone like you used to at my house." This statement made you giggle, remembering the night where you'd have panic attacks in the middle of the night and asked Katsuki if you could sleep in his room.

"Yeah...that sounds nice Katsu."

A/N: OMG I actually didn't know people liked my writing or this series like that! I'm so sorry i didn't finish this part any sooner I've been so busy with my 9-5 college! But reading you comments made me motivated! XOXO! Stinmybubs! Sorry if the tag list didn't tag you properly :(

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joedirtymadre · 7 months

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LAW X READER! LIGHT ANGST! (Pls send more requests! Pleaseeee)

You stared blankly at the raven haired captain. “W-What did you say?” You asked, in disbelief. “I won’t repeat myself a third time. (Y/N)-ya… join my crew, stay with me forever,” he said. “Join your crew? But that would mean I-“

“Yes. You’d have to leave the Straw Hats,” he interrupted you. “B-But Law…” you hesitated. What should you do? Yes, you and Law have built a beautiful relationship… but it never crossed your mind that you would have to decide between him or your friends. “I love you (Y/N), so please… at least consider it,” he said softly. “I-I… Ok, I will,” you stuttered. “Good, I hope to have your answer by tomorrow morning,” he said before walking off. As soon as he was out of view, you felt your legs give out. “W-What am I going to do?” You asked nervously. Everyone just finished fighting, and now instead of celebrating with everyone. You were now thrown this curveball. “What’s wrong (Y/N)!?” You heard Nami call out as she ran to your side.

“N-Nami…” you started before feeling the tears slip out from your eyes. “(Y/N)?! What happened? What did Law say? I saw him call you out here,” she said worriedly as she rubbed my back. “He… he asked me to join the Heart Pirates,” you choked out. “What?” She gasped. “He said he loves me, and he wants me to join him. I-I don’t know what to do Nami!” You cried out as you held onto her. “Oh (Y/N), I’m sorry but I can’t help you decide…” she said as she hugged me tighter. “But for right now, let’s get you cleaned up. Your face is all covered in snot,” she said, hoping it would lighten the mood. You nodded and followed her back to the ship.

You told the rest of the crew what Law told me and their reactions were what you would expect. “He’s trying to steal one of my friends?!” Luffy said angrily. “When I get my hands on that guy! There’s no way I’ll let him take my (Y/N)-chwan!” Sanji shouted, as his legs were on fire. “No (Y/N)! Please don’t go, I’ll miss you too much!” Chopper cried as he jumped on my lap and hugged me. “This is super not cool,” Franky added. “Maybe that guy just wants to pick a fight before we head out,” Zoro said. “We just got out of one, why would he try to get in another one so soon?” Usopp asked. “I’d hate to see (Y/N),” Brooke said. “I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend or what! The next time I see him I’m gonna kick his ass,” Luffy frowned. “Well hold on everyone… You haven’t asked (Y/N) what she wants,” Robin said, making everyone go silent.

“Of course she wants to stay with us! We’re her friends!” Luffy yelled. “Do you want to leave (Y/N)?” Chopped cried and hugged me tighter. “It’s not that she wants to leave… but maybe she wants to stay with the person she loves,” Nami pointed out and tried to force a smile. You were speechless, you didn’t even know what you wanted. Of course you wanna be with your friends, but… you fell in love with Law. “Well? (Y/N), do you want to go with Traffy?” Luffy asked, seriously. “I-I don’t know… I love you guys, but I love him too. Why is he making me choose?” You asked while wiping away your tears.

“I didn’t think this through, I didn’t think about what would happen after the battle was over,” you cried and hugged Chopper tightly. Robin placed her hand on your shoulder, “(Y/N) no matter what you decide, you know we’ll always be friends,” she said. “Sh-She’s right! Even if we’re on different ships, we’ll never fight you,” Chopper pouted. “That’s right! So, no matter what you decide, just know that we’ll always be by your side!” Nami smiled and ran over to hug you. “Really?” You choked out. “Well duh, we’ve known you for too long to see you as an enemy,” Usopp said. “Yes, even if you’re on an enemy ship. I would still ask if I could see your pant-“ Brooke was cut off from receiving a kick from Nami. You laughed, and it helped lift the tension that was in the air.

“They’re right, I could never hate you (Y/N)-chwaan~ But I could never forgive that stupid captain!” Sanji frowned. “I might not hold back if we’re ever enemies, but that’s because I respect you as a fighter,” Zoro smirked. “We’ll always be suuper friends (Y/N)!” Franky cheered. You looked up to Luffy who was still frowning. “Well… I’m not happy about losing one of my friends, but if you plan to leave I’ll never forget about our time together,” Luffy softened up. You felt the tears flow out even harder, and everyone came around to hug and cheer you up. “Thanks everyone, I think I know what I want,” you smiled.

The Next Day

You walked towards the area where you and Law met yesterday. You felt confident, but still unsure whether your decision was the right one or not. Once arriving you noticed Law was already there. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting,” you apologized. “It’s fine, did you come to a decision?” He asked. “I did… but can I ask you something?” You asked. “Yes?” He replied. “If I chose to stay with the Straw Hats, what would happen to us?” You asked. “Well… we can no longer be together. We’d be enemies again, and I won’t hold back on you if we cross paths in the future…” he said slowly. “I see,” you said softly, as your eyes fell to the ground. “Then I’ve come to my decision…” you said as you lifted your head and stared deeply into his eyes.

“I recently realized something, Law,” you started. “I learned that no matter where or who I become, my friends will always love and support me. However, you won’t…” you said as your vision began to blur from the tears. “(Y-Y/N)?” Law questioned as he reached out for you. “But if you’re prepared to throw our whole relationship away, throw me away then… maybe we weren’t meant to be,” you cried as you stepped back. “But (Y/N)-“ you interrupted him. “I’m staying with the Straw Hats, and don’t worry the next time we meet… we’ll be nothing more than enemies,” you said with a tremble in your voice. You quickly turned around and began heading back. Until you were suddenly wrapped in a hug, “Wait!” Law said as he tightened his hug. “Please… just wait,” he said. “W-What do you want? I already g-gave you your answer,” you hiccupped.

“I’m sorry, please… don’t go. I do want to be with you, I’m sorry I said that,” he said softly. You pulled his arms off of you, “I’m sorry Law, but how can I be with someone that was prepared to end the relationship so quickly? I can’t, I just don’t trust you anymore…” you said slowly and continued your way back to the ship. Leaving Law behind.

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badwolfrose34 · 1 month

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Rambles about The Doctor and Rose

So I’m starting to realize my overall perspective within the timepetals ship is not the most popular one so I want to explain my reasoning. I ship Tentoo/Rose AND I also believe that every future incarnation still thinks of her and knows that no matter what she will always have been the great love of their life.

First I’ll talk about Tentoo. I do believe he is exactly the same man as Ten. Rose did not just get a cheap clone she got the real deal. He’s just as much the Doctor as any other incarnation of the Doctor, he just happened to exist at the same time as Ten. I also believe that the Tentoo/Rose ending is the happiest most unproblematic ending possible for the two of them. The Doctor watching Rose grow old and sick while he remained young would’ve been tragic. Rose becoming immortal also would’ve been tragic. The tragedy of these alternate endings does not, to me, diminish the fact that every Doctor is in love with Rose Tyler and Rose Tyler would’ve been in love with every Doctor.

I don’t take Rose’s reaction to Ten almost fully regenerating as proof that she wouldn’t be just as in love if he did change. I take that moment as a human reaction to uncertainty and fear. As Nine, the Doctor ranted about how dodgy the process could possibly be. Let’s not forget how much pain the Doctor was in last time he regenerated. How horrifying it was to watch him be virtually comatose. I don’t think Rose thought she’d stop loving the Doctor. She promised forever, not “until you regenerate”. She was in a heightened emotional state and was thinking worst case scenarios like headless Doctor who won’t love her anymore (I’ll get to why I think that kind of thought process of him not loving her anymore might come from a triggered emotional state but isn’t actually a possible outcome of regeneration later).

Yes, Rose specifically adored Ten’s face and personality and if he had regenerated she would have grieved for it. It would’ve been a traumatic change no matter what, but like any other deep romance, it’s the soul she loved more than anything. And yes, I said triggered because I think what we know about her relationship with Jimmy Stone would’ve created abandonment issues. Which is why Rose could’ve erroneously believed regeneration would change the depth of the Doctor’s love for her. Not because it’s actually possible for a reset of one’s genetics to undo the deepest love the Doctor has felt and will ever feel.

Moving on, I don’t think it’s possible that the Doctor moved on from Rose, forgot Rose, or had the depth of his love for Rose diminish in any way. This may come from my own perspective on regeneration. The person at their core and the soul does not change. If the most significant parts of a person do not change then, the deepest truest love that individual felt could never go away just because the genetics of that person got overhauled. I think the love the Doctor felt for Rose is deep enough to be one of the things that will always be part of the Doctor. In the Novelization of “The Giggle” Fourteen reflects on how he still misses her despite knowing how well she’s doing. Yes Fourteen’s genes are probably almost the same as Ten’s but it is Fifteen who mentions her name as someone he loved. The only romantic interest he expresses love for. Besides, Wouldn’t it cheapen the moment the Doctor said Rose could spend her life with him but he’d have to live on alone, if he could ever just leave his feelings for her behind through time or regeneration?

The Doctor does try to recapture what they had with Rose to an extent but it never works and they know it never will because they know Rose is his soulmate and true love.

River feels more like something he pursues out of obligation, there never seems to be a genuine sense of love from his side at all. River knew this and said “you don’t expect the sunset to admire you back.” Yet, the Doctor’s love for Rose was so obvious he took comfort in knowing that Rose knew how he felt. He knew that she knew. It’s not that the Doctor is so beyond reach that they’re like a sunset. It’s just that their true love is Rose Tyler.

Eleven had a genuine attraction to Clara but that was over 200 years after Rose. It took that long for any attraction to anyone to form, and that attraction was part of his childhood regression persona. It seemed to go away when he regenerated to Twelve because he said “I’m not your boyfriend Clara.” Now that doesn’t prove to me that something as deep as the Doctor’s love for Rose would change via regeneration, only that a childlike crush would change. It was never anywhere near as deep as his feelings for Rose. (For any Clara fans out there I do believe the Doctor’s feelings later deepened into a strong queerplatonic bond, just not a deep romantic one).

Thirteen regenerated to look like Rose! I haven’t seen anyone mention this but she did. When the Doctor became a woman she used her true love as the blueprint. I did not see Thirteen and Yaz’s relationship fully but from what I gather, it was once again nowhere near as deep as the love the Doctor had for Rose.

Perhaps Rogue will be the deepest love the Doctor feels since Rose, but it will still never be as deep because Rose is his true love.

Yes it’s tragic for a character to live on for millenniums loving someone they can’t have, but I don’t think the Doctor is spending all that time sad they can’t have her. I think a lot of the time they draw strength from Rose’s love, even after all the time that has passed. Think back to when he said “That name keeps me fighting.”

Edit: To clarify I am not trying to imply that platonic or queerplatonic loves are less valuable than romantic. Or that the Doctor doesn’t have extremely meaningful platonic bonds throughout the show, but I am saying that the most impactful companion to him personally has been and always will be Rose. See my pinned post for more about why that is. I also think it is possible for the Doctor to fall in love again, but it just won’t be the same kind of soulmate love he had with Rose.

Edit 2: Rose’s significance goes beyond the romantic aspect—she was a transformative figure in the Doctor’s life, shaping his actions and identity in ways that are deeply personal. I fully acknowledge the importance of the Doctor’s platonic relationships, but in this post, my intention was to focus on the unique bond he shared with Rose, which I believe holds a special place in his life. Rose represents a transformative force, someone who shaped his actions and identity in ways no one else has. She is a uniquely important figure in his life. See my pinned post for a better explanation.

I chose to focus on the Doctor’s romantic relationships, not because I see romantic love as superior to platonic love, but because his most significant bond was a romantic one. As a result, the Doctor’s attempts to recapture this bond were in his later romantic relationships, but they fall short because she is his true love. It just so happens that his most meaningful connection is also a romantic one. This doesn’t mean I interpret every character this way, but it feels true for the Doctor and Rose.

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twiceinadream · 1 year

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“I Want You.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Alpha! S/O is an up-in-coming Rookie artist who meets Omega! Sana at the after party…things get interesting from there.

a/u: Hey, everyone! I’m back again and I finally have my first Omegaverse fic for the first time in forever. I hope you all enjoy and I just want to thank you all for the continued love and support. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

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The venue was nice, more extravagant than you had been expecting, but it was a nice surprise nonetheless. This was a big deal for you, this had finally been the big break you had been waiting for your entire career. But all you could focus on was the Omega sitting - strangely - by herself at the bar.

Don’t get it wrong, you were completely and utterly respectful of all people at any given moment and time, but there was just something about her that made you want to abandon all your morals and take a leap of faith.

You made your way towards the bar, in your opinion, everything about the Omega was breathtaking. Her dress was a mix of blues and greens, that had flowers patterned within, it exposed her shoulders and dipped devilishly at her cleavage, and the slit that ran up her thigh would have made your eyes wander if you didn’t have any self-restraint.

It also didn’t help that the woman was: Minatozaki Sana, a longtime crush of yours. Before you knew it, you were beside her, all your Alpha confidence and vibrato seemed to evade you as you cleared your throat. Sana looked up from the glass of wine she had been nursing since the beginning of the evening to take in the stranger before her, “Is this seat taken?” The question was simple but you felt like she could practically smell how nervous you were, since your scent was coming off like a scared pup.

“No, all yours.” The idol’s eyes trailed over you, studying you, as realization filled her. “You’re L/N Y/N, I watched your performance, it was quite the show. Very impressive.”

You felt like you choked on air as your eyes widened and you fought the feeling of your jaw dropping, “Wow, you actually know my name.”

Sana giggled and you knew you wanted to hear that sound for the rest of your life, “Of course, I do. You won ‘Rookie of the Year’, that’s all anyone can talk about, you’re a pretty big deal.”

“Well that’s extremely high praise especially coming from someone like you. You’re part of Twice, you just debuted in Japan with MISAMO, and your stage presence is unreal! The passion and talent you exude is extraordinary and…” You suddenly cut yourself off as you looked shy, “I’m sorry, I’m totally gushing over you. I really admire your work and it’s such an honor to meet you. Nonetheless, you know who I am.”

The Omega smiled kindly as she placed a hand on your forearm, “Well I appreciate your kind words. Would you like to join me for the rest of the evening, these things can get quite boring without the right company.”

You smiled, your Alpha confidence filling you once more, “The pleasure would be all mine.”

Suddenly the bartender appeared before you, “What can I get for you?”

You looked over to what your new companion for the evening was drinking, “I’ll have what she’s having and refresh her glass as well please.”

“Right away.” The bartender quickly poured you a glass as they refilled the brunette’s before leaving to tend to the other guests.

You took a sip of the wine before scrunching your nose slightly, Sana couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction, “If you’re not a fan of wine, why’d you get what I was having?”

You laughed bashfully, “I wanted to sound romantic. Wait! Um, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like…”

Sana held up a hand, “Please continue.” The brunette leaned forward, giving you quite an eyeful of her breasts, “I’m very interested in what you’re offering, Alpha.” Her voice was sultry and you felt your alpha-hood stir to life in your pants. The music of the party began to pick up as the lights dimmed, “Join me?”

The Omega held out her hand as you took it immediately, “Of course.”

The music was pounding as one thing led to another and Sana was grinding on you. The smell of you and Sana was slightly heavy in the air as there was an undeniable spark between the two of you. Your hands found their way to the Omega’s waist as no room was left in between you.

Sana pulled you close as she whispered in your ear, “Let's get out of here, my room isn’t too far.”

You were practically beaming, “Lead the way.”

You both giggled like teenagers sneaking off for the first time, Sana held your hand tightly as she pulled you towards her room. As soon as you got in front of it the Omega began fishing for her room key in her bag, but you didn’t make it any easier on her as you began kissing her neck as your hands roamed her sides. Your senses filled with the scent of a needy Omega as your teeth scraped where a mating bite could be placed, causing Sana to groan as she finally found her room key and swiped it against the scanner as the two of you pushed your way in.

You both laughed lightly as you kicked the door shut and brought the Japanese woman into another kiss. This time, you allowed yourselves to get lost in it as you swiped your tongue along Sana’s lower lip asking for permission before slipping your tongue into the brunette’s mouth. You had turned so that the Omega had her back to the door, which was perfect as you pushed her slightly into it. You made sure that your hand was behind her head to cushion the impact as you moved in to kiss her again but stopped right before your lips could meet and pulled away.

A smug smirk adorned your face as Sana’s chest heaved, her eyes dilating with lust as she chased after you as you walked further into the room. Her lips were slightly swollen from your rough kisses as she pulled you back towards her and repeated your move back. She pulled you in so that your lips were a breath away from a kiss before pushing you back on the bed.

You quickly rose to a sitting position as Sana stood before you, your hands found their way to the Omega’s hips once more as you stood up to reach behind the Japanese woman to grasp the zipper at the back. “May I?”

Sana smiled at the politeness, “Please do.”

You smiled as you brought the zipper down the sinfully tight dress that hugged the Omega in all the right places. Sana helped by shoving the dress down leaving her exposed in her white lace underwear. You felt your mouth go dry as all your blood seemed to pool between your legs as you felt your alpha-hood harden. You walked Sana back till she was once again against a wall and dipped your head down to capture her lips.

Your hands wandered up as you finally moved to cup the Omega’s breasts. They were just as soft yet as firm as they looked as you kneaded her breasts. Her tits fit perfectly in your hands as Sana moaned aloud as you continued to toy with her chest. Trailing kisses and sucking a few hickies into the idol’s neck, you reached behind her as you slipped your index finger behind her bra clasp and pushed it against your middle finger, quickly unhooking it.

Sana’s eyes widened as you chuckled against her neck, “What can I say. I’m full of surprises.” The cocky smirk was not lost on the brunette as she let her bra fall, revealing her bare chest. In an instant, your hands were once again kneading the flesh like dough as the Omega moaned aloud. You smirked as you bent down to take a nipple into your mouth. your teeth grazed against the bud as your other hand pinched and pulled its twin before switching and doing the same to the other.

The brunette felt like her white panties were probably see through with how wet she felt. Her body was buzzing with sensations as you played her like a finely tuned instrument, knowing exactly where to touch her to make her go wild. After a particularly rough tug at her nipple, Sana pushed you away as a seductive smirk adorned her face. She made you sit back on the edge of the bed as she sank to her knees in between your parted legs.

You sucked in a nervous breath as the pressure in your lower belly threatened to burst as Sana reached for your belt. You were harder than you had ever been in your life as the Omega unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your pants, but before she could continue you put your hand atop of hers, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

Sana paused as she looked into your eyes, “I do, a million times over I want this.” She smiled as you looked shy, “I want you, I promise.” With all that said and done, Sana continued what she had been doing and hooked her fingers into both your slacks and your boxers. As she pulled them down she was nearly hit in the face with your impressive alpha-hood. The Omega could barely contain her smile as she looked up at you once more, “You really are full of surprises.”

You couldn’t help but puff out your chest slightly as pride filled it. Your eyes wide as you watched Sana bend down and take you into her mouth, the slightly salty taste of your precum made the idol hum as she took more of your cock into her mouth.

You threw your head back as the warm confines of her mouth enveloped you as you resisted the urge to buck your hips and sink your cock further into her pretty throat. Sana reached a hand up to pump the base of your cock as her lips met her fist halfway. The Omega squeezed lightly at the bottom of your shaft as she worked the growing knot at the base, every squeeze brought out a steady stream of your precum was coating her tongue as you grunted above her. Your hands tangled in her hair as you used it to guide her, thankfully not pushing down and choking her.

After a few more minutes of sucking you off, Sana released your dick with a pop as the shaft pulsed with unreleased tension. “W..what?” Your head was jumbled with thoughts that you could barely articulate since all your thinking was centered in the wrong head.

“I have an idea.” The Omega licked her lips, “I think you’ll really enjoy it.”

At this point, you were horny enough to trust Sana with your life as you nodded, “I’m sure I will.”

The brunette gathered her breasts in her hands as she enveloped your dick between the two soft pillows of titty flesh. You groaned as Sana pushed her breasts together tightly as she moved up and down on your alpha-hood. The soft mounds felt like heaven as you felt like you were about to cum from all of the teasing.

“Oh god, Satang, I’m gonna…” The image alone of Minatozaki Sana between your legs with her breasts wrapped around your dick with the head of your shaft peaking out from in between them, felt like a picture straight out of a Playboy magazine.

“Come on, Y/N-chan, come for me.” The sultry lilt to her voice was your undoing as you moaned aloud and blew your load all over Sana. Covering her breasts and her neck in your cum.

You were left panting as Sana took a finger to the top of her right breast and scooped up some of your cum. She made sure your eyes were on her as she sucked her finger into her mouth, moaning at the taste. You felt your eyes widen at the sight as your alpha-hood swelled once more, “Holy shit, that was so hot.”

Sana smiled as she placed a kiss to the top of your cock, “There’s still a lot more if you’re up for it.”

“Fuck, yes.” You breathed out a sigh as you regained your composure. Trying to calm your racing heart as you let the Alpha timbre slip into your next words, “Get up here.”

The Omega bit her lip as she smiled and climbed onto the bed beside you. You motioned for her to scoot back onto the bed, then you surprised her by reconnecting your lips into a heated kiss that overwhelmed her. Before she knew it, she was on her back with the you above her, your hands moving to toy with her breasts once more.

When you pulled away for air, Sana couldn’t help but feel the urge to tease, “You really love my boobs, don’t you?”

You chuckled as you licked a line up the valley of her breast, “I don’t think ‘love’ even covers how I can’t get enough of you. All of you, not just your tits.” The younger of the two smiled wryly, it was filled with an extremely Alpha charm, as you sucked a hickey onto the top of her left breast, “However, they are still a very welcome addition.”

Sana shook her head, but the playfulness didn’t last long as you made it to the hem of her thoroughly soaked panties, “Look what we have here. I’ve never seen anyone get as wet as you, Sana-ssi.” It was now your time to turn up the charm as you ran your index finger over her clothed center, “I have to say, I’m very pleased with what I see.” You leaned down to kiss along the inside of her right thigh, inching closer to where she needed you but you decided to kiss up her left thigh instead, ignoring where she wanted you most. “Beg.”

The command was simple, but Sana blushed all the while, no one had ever made her feel this way before. “Please.”

You lifted your head as you clicked your tongue, “If that’s the best you got, I can leave. I already have enough bragging rights that Minatozaki Sana sucked my dick, fucked me with her tits, and I came all over her.” Your words were harsh and the Omega couldn’t help but squirm at how vulgar it all sounded. She wanted to close her legs to get some friction, but with you between them, that wasn’t happening.

“Please, touch me.” You shrugged as you continued kissing and nipping at her inner thighs as your hands roamed over her stomach, “No, please, touch me.”

“I’m already touching you.” The brunette pouted as she balled the sheets in her fists, “Oh, you don’t want me to keep kissing up your pretty thighs? Then where do you want me to touch you, baby? You gotta tell me, I can’t read your mind.”

Sana rolled her eyes, getting more and more worked up from your teasing, “I want you to touch my pussy. I want you to ruin me. I want you to make me cum so hard I forget my name.” The brunette breathed out hard as she looked her partner in the eye, “I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up and I can’t walk tomorrow!”

You swallowed hard as the words sank in. This woman would be the death of you.

That seemed to do the trick as your reaction was immediate, you licked a line straight up her center adding enough pressure so that she could feel the press of your tongue on her clit through the fabric. Next, her panties came off as you hooked your finger into it and pulled down, briefly moving out of the way so Sana could raise her legs to get rid of them before flinging them somewhere in the room. Then you came face-to-face with Minatozaki Sana and all her naked glory, “Holy shit, you’re gorgeous.”

Sana didn’t even get a chance to respond before uou dove into her weeping folds. Her pussy was already slick with arousal as her lips flowered open to reveal the treasure beneath. You loved the way she tasted, sweet with a little tang that felt like ambrosia on your tongue. The Omega’s hands found purchase on your shoulder as she urged you closer to where she needed you.

Your tongue teased along the outer folds running just high enough to nearly touch her clit but avoided it and repeated the pattern on the other side. You lowered your head to tease Sana’s pulsing entrance, you slipped your tongue inside and you felt like it was being sucked in by her desperate inner muscles. You retracted as you finally moved up to her aching clit, the hood was pulled back to reveal the reddened bud as you took it into your mouth. The reaction was immediate as Sana moaned loudly, her grip on your shoulder tightened as she shoved your face closer to her.

You brought a finger to her entrance as you slipped it inside, testing the waters before adding another. Sana’s voice grew louder as you formed a hook with your fingers and rubbed against a rough patch along her frontal wall that made her scream, “Shit! I’m gonna cum!” But before the Omega could be brought over the edge, you stopped. You retracted your fingers and pulled your lips away from her clit, letting her orgasm die. Sana’s eyes were wide as she stared down at her partner, “H..hey! I was…about to..cum!”

“I don’t want you to cum just yet, that was just the warm up.” There was a playful glint in your eyes eyes as you moved back to sit on your thighs. “Do you have a condom?”

Sana shook her head, “No, but I’m on the pill and it’s been ages since I’ve been with someone.”

You briefly broke the scene that you had built up to check in with her, your eyes softening, “If you’re not comfortable with having me inside you, I can keep eating you out, I don’t mind. You taste divine.”

The Omega laughed at the sincerity, “I want you. Please.”

“Do you want me to pull out before I…?”

The idol shook her head once more, “No, I want to feel it, I’ll be fine.”

You smiled as you fell back into the scene, “Alright, then.” You hooked your arms under Sana’s thighs and pulled her close. The Omega gasped as she was suddenly turned so that she was now on her hands and knees, her ass in the air as the you rubbed a hand over the swell of her ass, “Damn, you’re built like a goddess.” The compliment was spoken under your breath but the woman beneath you heard it loud and clear, no matter how deep you both were into the “Dom/Sub” dynamic you guys had going, the true attraction was undeniable.

But Sana wasn’t given a moment to relish in the sweetness as she felt the blunt tip of your cock inbetween her folds, you thrusted forward as you gathered wetness along the shaft before you once again grabbed the base of the alpha-hood and aimed it to the brunette’s blossoming entrance. “Ready?”

“God, yes!” The response turned into a moan as the head of your cock sank into the tight cavern that was Minatozaki Sana. You moved slowly as you felt the Omega’s inner walls part as you continued to push forward. Before long, you were all the way inside, you fought every instinct telling you to just throw caution to the wind and thrust. But you knew that stretch must have been intense as you allowed Sana to adjust. “Okay, you can move now.”

That was all the reassurance you needed as you pulled out till only the tip of your cock remained inside before thrusting back in, eliciting a moan from both of you, “Shit! You can go faster!”

You picked up speed as the sound of your bodies meeting echoed throughout the room. The wet slaps of you bottoming out inside of her made the Omega go wild as she moaned into the bed, not wanting to be too loud and alerting the surrounding guests, “Oh, god, fuck! Take it!”

You moaned as you fucked Sana into the mattress.The combination of both your scents were heavy in the air and you figured that anyone passing by could probably smell what was going on inside - if they hadn’t already heard them.

The brunette felt like she was being given the best and last fuck of her life, you held onto her hips with a bruising grip as she clutched at the comforter beneath her. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as it flushed with arousal. The feeling of you pounding into her was like lightning running up and down her spine as it drove her closer to the release she so desperately needed, “Oh god, Y/N-ah, it feels so good!”

You redoubled your efforts as you reached a hand around in search of Sana’s clit, she nearly screamed as you pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves between your fingers. Circling the nub before rubbing hard. She felt like she could barely catch her breath as all of the combined sensations coursed through her, “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you Satang. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“I..I love it!” Sana’s words were clipped as she fought to make full sentences, “Feels so good…I’m your..oh god…your slut!”

Your pride swelled as you landed a hard smack onto Sana’s left ass cheek, the flesh jiggled slightly as if reddened. The addition of pain made the Omega clench down hard on your alpha-hood as you felt your partner’s inner walls ripple around them as she clenched down harder on your cock. You smiled with sadistic glee as you tangled your fingers into brunette locks and pulled slightly so Sana was forced to lift her head from the sheets, “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Are you going to take my knot like a good little Omega? I can feel your walls squeezing me so hard.”

Sana was biting her lip in fear of screaming as she was a touch away from the orgasm she so desperately wanted, “Yes! Yes! Please!”

You grit your teeth as your knot bumped against the opening of her entrance, parting it more with each thrust. It had already swelled to its full mast so the only way it was going in was with brute force. You continued toying with Sana’s clit to ease the pain as your thrusts grew harder, “Breathe, Sana-yah, almost…there!”

With one last thrust you were able to sink your knot into welcoming walls as the Japanese woman’s inner muscles squeezed down hard. Sana screamed at the fullness as she fell forward, “Y/N!”

Your scent was almost feral as you lunged forward to stake your claim on her neck, “Cum for me, you slut!” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back as Sana wailed, her voice was undeniably beautiful and it was even better as your name was on her tongue.

The feeling of her convulsing inner walls brought you to your release you came with a loud groan, “Oh fuck!”

You shot your release deep inside of the Omega as your hot load filled Sana’s womb. It had been a long time since the brunette had someone inside of her, much less cum in her. But she couldn’t help but muse at how cute you were as you grabbed her around the waist and fell to the side, spooning her in your grasp. Your knot still swollen and keeping you both tied together.

“That was amazing.” Your voice sounded almost wistful as you reached up to tuck the stray pieces of hair behind Sana’s ear.

“Tell me about it, I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm like that in a long time.” The idol mused as she played with your fingers that rested on her abdomen. “Thank you for tonight.”

You grinned as you nuzzled into her hair, “I should be thanking you, everything about this was amazing. You truly do have the body of a goddess, I can’t get over how gorgeous you are.”

Sana laughed shyly as she was showered with compliments settling into your hold as she carefully stroked her slightly swollen belly. This felt good, it felt right. Before she could catch it, Sana let out a yawn and heard a soft chuckled from behind her.

“Get some sleep, Satang, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Your voice also sounded heavy as you pulled her impossibly closer to you.

The Omega reached down to grab one of your hands that was resting on her abdomen as she placed a soft kiss to each of your fingers then to the center of your palm, “Goodnight, my Alpha.”

You smiled as you nuzzled into Sana’s neck, “Goodnight, my love.”

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