#wondering how it's gonna be when he looks back and thinks about it all

[tsuyalovebot]

collared.

pairing: xia yi zhou / caleb x reader (love and deepspace)

cws: MDNI and ageless blogs will be blocked. suggestive. caleb is kind of unhinged, lowkey kind of condescending while teasing. mc=reader. casual touches (knee, thigh, face). reader uses makeup. he puts his thumb in your mouth. pet names (pipsqueak, pretty). basically caleb-typical warnings.

wc: 2.1k (this was supposed to be a drabble. help.)

author's note: he occupies my brain too much. pussy inspection piece coming soon just trust .｡.:*☆

Caleb's a patient man. That's what he likes to think. Despite the amount of times he's had to expound on his cruelty and dichotomy as Farspace Colonel, he likes to think it hasn't truly changed him from his observational nature. That he's still the same boy in some sense. To watch and give commentary, grinning lazily and all.

You're really, really testing him though.

"Caleb," you repeat his name, annoyance in your tone. "You're not listening."

"I am, though?" He muses, stirring the pot of fragrant, ginger chicken congee with one hand. He looks at you, who's seated on the countertop beside the stove, kicking your legs out while watching him cook.

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh. You doubtin' me, pipsqueak? I'll have you know, I scored very, very high on the fleet's physical assessment on training our senses." Caleb teases, turning back to the pot. He takes the bowl of shredded chicken, adding it into the congee and stirring while you pout.

"You're hearing me, but you're not listening. What was I talking about, huh?" You insist with a frown. You've got his clothes on—a fact that's kind of, sort of itching at his brain in some way, shape, or form. He tries to not think about it. You're only in them because you spilled your drink on your dress earlier. And, who would he be to not offer you a change of clothes?

Prior to this, he'd given you a shirt and pants in your size. Said he bought them for you whenever you'd come over to Skyhaven and his place. Much to his surprise however, while you appreciated his kindness (even though you also called him weird), you still padded off to his room to steal his clothes. Which is why you're here now, in some graphic t-shirt that's a size or three too big on you and shorts.

Caleb is a patient man. He repeats this to himself like a mantra. Maybe he could gaslight himself into believing this.

"You were telling me about one of your colleagues from the Association. How he was impeding you from doing your patrol because he kept flirting, right?"

You blink, mollified. He finds your slackened expression cute, smiling as he lowers the heat on the stove. The congee bubbles, the fragrance potent. "Hmm. I should take a picture of you."

Just as he pulls out his phone to feign snapping a shot, you swat at his hand. He laughs, shaking his head at your antics.

"Okay, so you were listening," you admit. Sheepish, a faint flush to your cheeks.

He nods with a little smile. "Yep. You gonna keep going?"

"Mm. So, as I was saying—"

You're really cute sometimes. He wonders if you know that too, because there's been so many instances of him wanting to squish your face in his palms. Feel the soft pudge against his hands, drag the rough skin of his fingers over your eyelids and the cartilage of your ears, the bone of your nose bridge like one would admire a caricature beyond their comprehension.

There's something novel in seeing you come over. It feels like old times, when he'd just departed from Josephine's place and you'd come over to his place and loiter. You'd grin as you raided his house of snacks, declaring this and that as yours. Obviously, those were yours. Why do you think he always seemed to be restocked in your favorite snacks when you'd come over?

But it's more than simple visits now. You've begun incorporating yourself into his house. It's becoming a home now, with every hairtie he finds on the carpet or tube of lipgloss left in the bathroom. You've begun leaving your clothes for him to wash, which he doesn't really mind. How could he, when he gets to run his fingers over the cloth you've worn and marvel at its softness despite the washed out color—how it's probably been with you and seen you in worse states than he ever has in your entire life?

You left your eyelash curler once and complained over the phone how your makeup bag keeps eating your stuff. When he said you'd left it at his place, you decided the best possible solution wasn't to swing by one day and take it during a regular visit. You resolved to stay for a week in Skyhaven with him since so much of your stuff was with him.

"I can just use my vacation now and let the Association know I'm on leave," you had said, your voice carried through the speaker. "Do you guys have that at the fleet? Vacations? You should take yours, as well."

Caleb had been bulldozing through reports at the time, lifting a page of some lackluster maintenance report on a couple of vessels. It didn't even look properly done—seemed he had a lot of work to do if he wanted to correct the conduct of the other fleets.

But, with the most playful and assuring tone ever, he had replied with, "Oh, we got those too. I'll use mine. That way, we can spend it together, yeah?"

Funny, how paid vacation was not, in fact, a thing.

Now, he's here with you and he could get used to this. His space being yours, yours being his. A mutualism, reciprocity built on benefit and comfort. It doesn't hold the same familiarity of the past with regards to atmosphere, but it's changed. New, developed on this blossoming relationship of seeking answers but also caring so deeply for each other.

"Caleb," you say his name with such disdain it snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"You're not listening, again." You're scowling when he tears his gaze from the pot of congee. He reaches over and smooths out the little furrow of your brow and you let him. He smiles a bit.

"I am, I promise."

You shake your head. "No, you're not."

You reach over and pull on his dog tag. Hard. It surprises him, and he stumbles closer to your form. He looks at you, eyes wide.

You rarely initiated physical contact with him. Sometimes, he'd be blessed to have you jump on his back the way you always did. Maybe even feel grateful to feel your knuckles brush his wrist when reaching for utensils at the dinner table. But there's always a barrier, some sorr of invisible force that polarizes your forms and keeps you away from one another.

Yet here you aware, scowling so harshly he thought he made a grave misdeed that went beyond zoning out. Your finger looped into his necklace, demanding his attention. You're like a petulant child with your cheeks puffed up like this. It brings him back.

But it doesn't really bring back that signature brotherly attitude of his. Something else licks at the base of his spine. Something a bit darker, more subtle but nevertheless present.

Caleb can't help himself, smiling. A bit too giddy, slightly cheeky. You probably catch sight of it—you know him too well—and it probably aggravates you further, so you tug him again, by that necklace.

"Ah-ah," Caleb tuts, lifting his hand to gently wrap around your wrist. "Careful. You might break it."

Watching how your eyes flit down to the sight of his fingers winding around your skin, feeling the way your breaths stall at the sight. Hmm? He smiles a bit wider. He files away that knowledge for later.

Caleb relents at your tugs, though. Really, how could he ever deny you? Like an obedient dog, he moves, turning the stove off with one hand and snaking his way to be between your knees. His free hand placing itself on the countertop outside your knee, giving you his undivided attention.

You're a bit shy now despite getting what you wanted. Blinking at him like a deer caught in headlights as you hold onto the chain with your index finger. He could bite you, sink his teeth into your shoulder, and you would probably let him. Maybe even slip that neckline a bit lower for easier access, card your fingers through his hair.

You're spoiled rotten, and he wouldn't have you any other way. The product of his affections, the consequence of his actions.

"C'mon. I'm sorry for not actively responding, yeah?" Caleb coos, leaning in and subtly watching the flush color your skin. Careful to say actively responding, not listening. "You know I tend to focus too much when cooking. You got my attention now, though. Wanna keep going?"

You open your mouth, then close it again. He places his hand on your bare knee, watching in real time as you bluescreen, gaze darting.

Ah, he muses, his supposed patience waning. You make this too easy.

"Oh, I get it now. It wasn't that, was it? You just needed a bit of Caleb's attention, didn't you?" He drags his hand up, lets it hold your thigh. Gives it an experimental squeeze and observes your expression flicker between something akin to delight and mortification.

Maybe the mortification comes with him cornering you like this, even though you started. Or maybe you're coming to terms with the fact that you need him like he needs you. He'd hope that's the case. God, he'd love it if that were the case.

You stammer over your next words. Doesn't matter, he didn't hear it. Not over the sound of something like wedding bells in his head as he leaned in further. Deducting the space between you two, further enraptured by how all your thoughts seem to fizzle out at his proximity. His other hand, still holding your wrist, drops down to the counter.

"My attention is always yours, you know that, right?" He rubs his thumb into the softness of your inner thigh, tilting his head with a boyish smirk. It's playing at the corner of his mouth, and he has to stop himself from pouncing when you look at his lips too. "You don't gotta be rude, tugging me around. Have some manners."

And, like clockwork, his other hand comes up. In time with the gentle, swooping motions of his thumb on your thigh, he holds your chin. Lets you tilt your head up a bit, moves your head side to side lightly. He tests your pliancy and is pleased with his findings. You're slack, clay in his palms and he finds that he doesn't need to put you on a spinning plate to mold you.

Then, he tilts his head and narrows his eyes. Like a switch being flipped.

"Ah," he prompts, and presses his thumb against your lower lip. You're so good, so pliant as you open your mouth, letting him hook his thumb into your jaw. Presses it flat onto your tongue and lets you taste the slight spiciness of the diced ginger he handled earlier.

Delight sparks in his stomach as you remain perfectly still, save for the wobble of your lips. As if you didn't know to keep your mouth open or seal your lips around his thumb. He wouldn't particularly mind if you sucked—that should be for another time, though.

Caleb examines you like a mortician would a cadaver, his eyes dark. A piece of him satiating his appetite with the display before him. His digit in your mouth, your eyes a bit foggy as you breathe through your nose. In the palm of his hands, in his house, in his clutches.

You aren't the least bit resistant to his advances. If anything, you seem to welcome it, closing your eyes and letting your eyelashes flutter aganst your cheek when you open them to watch him too.

"You know I'm always listening to you. Always. Use your words like I taught you the next time you want my attention, hmm?" He leans in, smiling. Deceptively innocuous, saccharine with falsetto concern in a cheery tone. But he knows you see the desire lurking beneath the surface. Stewing in the cauldron of his gaze.

"Don't gotta be a brat to ask. Be good. Nod if you understand."

You nod, placated, dropping your finger from his necklace. Caleb smiles, pleased as he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. He feels the tension dissolve as quickly as it came.

He beams after, releasing you. His thumb leaves your mouth, hands off your face and thigh before returning to the congee. He ignores your pointed gaze toward him.

Caleb's a patient man. He'll wait, wait, wait, and wait some more. Doesn't make any difference to him, not when you're sitting pretty, waiting with him at his side. He'll wait, even as he watches you roll your tongue around in your closed mouth, like you're trying to taste him on your tongue.

"Now, keep talkin', pretty. I wanna hear how you kicked that guy's ass."

[adrianneelettasyapblog]

I'm gonna take a crack at this:

Adrianne in the No Yandere Simulator au

Conditions to befriend this rival:

1. Must not have killed ANY Diasomnia student.

2. Must not have been caught with any weapons or evidence of a crime.

You can:

1. befriend Adrianne

2. befriend and betray Adrianne

3. kill Adrianne

4. Lower Adrianne's reputation (make her leave the school)

Adrianne will be your most difficult to face rival, Her conditions to befriend her are difficult enough you cant have killed any Diasomnia student or else she will already be suspicious of you, but you are now also fighting a clock you have a week to make sure Adrianne dosent Tell Riddle about her future sight of you killing Azul.

Ruining Adrianne's reputation and Killing her will be your toughest challenges yet! She will always be surrounded by 1 of the main four Diasomnia people as she is one of Malleus's most beloved friends (the main four being Malleus, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek) for Malleus's happiness they are all willing to protect Adrianne at all costs! If you want to kill Adrianne you must also kill whichever Diasomnia main four is currently gaurding her when you decide to kill her.

If you wish to ruin Adrianne's good reputation you also run the risk of it not working as people are afraid to hurt Adrianne due to her connections with Malleus.

HOWEVER! you may be asking how am I supposed to kill someone who knows I am already planning to kill another student won't her gaurd be up? She won't get her Vision until Wednesday of the week she arrives and she won't suspect you till after Wednesday, if you manage to befriend her before then she will think it was just a dream and not a vision. She will also be alone for a short period of time each day as she does private fortune tellings for a price, you could catch her off gaurd during one of these, they happen during Club time on Fridays, she usually is with Malleus looking at Gargoyles during club time on other days.

She is good friends with Riddle and the rest of the student council so if you fail to do the above four things to stop her you will be reported to the authorities and any previous murders you may have committed will be linked back to you.

To befriend and Betray Adrianne you will learn that she recently has found out that she has a stalker and that's why she asks one of the main four Diasomnia group to gaurd her each day because she's afraid the stalker may hurt her, If you choose to befriend her and not betray you can look for the stalker (not that hard he's following her from a small distance but far enough so that the Diasomnia people don't catch him) and then report the stalker to the authorities or staff after finding a knife on his person. If you choose to Betray Adrianne you can give the stalker money to kill her after you befriend her and then sign up for one of the private meetings on Friday, The stalker will show up instead of you and kill her, no blood on your hands and the stalker will go to jail instead of you.

Of course if you do choose to befriend Adrianne you have a powerful ally on your side, she will cover for you and help you with tasks if you need assistance not only that but you will also gain the trust of the Diasomnia main four because you helped Adrianne and kept her safe from harm.

It's your choice I wonder what you will do?

Adrianne has no opinion on quartz because she has never met quartz.

Adrianne's opinion on Azul is that he's one of her treasured classmates and friends and she would do whatever she can to protect him and her other friends from harm.

Azul uses her future vision to his advantage for sales opportunities and other business ventures otherwise he just sees her as a friend he barely talks to.

She carries no weapons on her, her school bag is filled with school supplies, her phone, and some extra hair ties, that's it. However The Diasomnia gang are all very powerful and strong, she will never be found alone except on Fridays during club time. Unless you dispelled the stalker before Friday then she will feel more comfortable walking around the halls by herself again.

The school has a fifty / fifty impression on her, Half the school thinks her future vision is fake, the other half thinks it's real. This may be something you can spread a rumor about and drop her reputation.

If Adrianne's reputation drops low enough she will transfer out of school, opting to go online instead, with the only five students she will talk to after that being the main four Diasomnia students and Azul. She will effectively no longer be a threat.

Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, and Azul will not believe your rumors or spread them, if you tell them the rumor they will deny them and then stop the rumors from spreading, AVOID TALKING TO THEM AT ALL COSTS IF YOU ARE TO RUIN ADRIANNE'S REPUTATION.

Good luck, you may need it.

No Yandere Simulator ? (TWST AU)

AU Information:

This AU takes place similar to Yandere Sim but with Twisted Wonderland but Taro is Azul and Ayano is Quartz. Her goal is to eliminate… AZUL ASHENGROTTO. Yeah, her goal is actually to kill Azul and NOT the rivals. The rivals being your OCs/sonass and they have to protect Azul from Quartz and her dumb elimination plans.

More info on Quartz + Tweels info

Q&A for OCs!!!

Flower Bullies info

This is an AU just for fun!! lol I just had a silly idea. Here’s a template if you wanna make your own oc into the AU (rival or not)

ALSO THEY DONT KNOW IT'S QUARTZ bc she's just a nobody girl

Bro you can tell I was hella lazy with Azul idk he’s too much

Rival List:

Romeo by @skrimpyskimpy

Shuu by @oya-oya-okay

Chiyo by @inotonline

Sable by @twsted-void

Jovie by @jovieinramshackle

Finn by @thehollowwriter

Elena by @angelwishess

Albert by @the-trinket-witch

Milo by @hy4c1nthh

Alice by @sinjaangels

Starrz by @astral-pr0jecti0n

Atlas by @silvery-stars-above

Mei by @ieatfriedeggs

Rubellite by @prefectrose

Yuuka by @hanizmiyu

NPC/Non-Rival List:

Elfie by @quartzelfgf

Higashikuramori Shin by @liyuviq

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Rizy by @rizdoodls

Yuuki by @theolivetree123

Joseph by @readsrandomstuff67

Yuubeni by @bunniehunn

Yuya by @cheerleaderman

Shuu and Silly by @sillybillymillyrilly

Superstar!! By @imafrealinrainbow478484

Viz (Vizzie) by @twistedwonderlandshenanigans

Yuhua by @distant-velleity

Nyx by @blackcat101

Gia by @ramshacklerumble

Yuuko by @silkkorchid

Moch by @thatsadguymochi

Faye by @faerieluvss

Yukana by @babyghoul138

Antoinette by @antoinettedoodles

AJ by @karamatsuboy-aj

Evelyuu by @h0neybane

Paloma and Hydris by @mhedusard

Levi by @the-trinket-witch

Alan by @alan-without-the-an

Vee and Viva by @evexe

Sophie by @gl00myb3arz

René by @tixdixl

Liánhuā by @lafashionlsta

Yuu Shi by @boopshoops

Xen by @xen-blank

Astrid by @cheerleaderman

Yumi by @marinahavik

Undine by @juchioris

Lilian by @sillyslipperybananapeel

Layla by @laylakongg

Niz by @hanizmiyu

The Yuris by @0ann3

Ryuuni by @rinis-reality

(Let me know if I made a mistake lol)

[yungistiny]

camgirl ═ chapter two

[ S. Mingi ]

chapter two: spike

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summary: mingi just really needs some cash and he was told all he had to do was hold a camera. simple enough. he just didn’t anticipate the type of content he’d be helping to create

warning: emo mingi, stoner mingi, switch mingi, switch reader, mingi is hung, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, masturbation, rough sex, degradation, size kink, spitting, deep throating

pairing: mingi x afab/reader

genre: smut, angst, drama, romance

word count: 3.5K

chapter one

chapter three coming soon

masterlist

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Mingi was sat in the cushioned and actually really fucking comfortable pink computer chair as y/n grabbed everything she needed for this particular livestream. His eyes never left her, taking in the toys she sat on her bed, the two white towels she went and grabbed from the bathroom.

He never looked away from her until his phone alerted him of a new message. Mingi was tempted to ignore it but grabbed his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and rolling his eyes at the name that stared back at him.

woo: are you with y/n??

mangi: I’m gonna kill you

woo: please you love me right now

mangi: 🖕

woo: 😣

woo: I got a bet with y/n on how long you’ll last 😌

mangi: how much?

woo: just $100

woo: she thinks you won’t make it before the first orgasm but I bet her you’ll go all the way hard and all 🫡

Mingi looked back at y/n as she pulled her thick pink comforter blanket off the bed, folding it and placing it on small pink cushioned stool she moved from the end of her bed to the side.

She thought he wouldn’t last?

Y/N turned around, why was she suddenly nervous under Mingi’s gaze? She’s literally had thousands of strangers watch her get herself off but the dark heat in her new cameraman’s eyes flustered her. “You ready?”

Mingi removed his glasses, sitting them on her desk behind him as he stood, grabbing the camera back up and turning it on. He connected to the streaming site she had showed him, ready to go live on her signal with already over 300 viewers waiting for it to start.

“When I give you this signal,” y/n gave him a come here movement with her index finger, the almond shaped black nail, a stark contrast to the pink, much like Mingi himself, very tempting. “zoom in, or if I use my middle finger that way, change the angle a bit.”

Mingi darted his pierced tongue out, distracting y/n a brief moment as he wetted his lips. “Got it.” His voice was almost unrecognizable from how deep it had gotten and y/n had to pretend like it wasn’t him the cause of the arousal slick wetting her underwear.

“Just a second..” She sat atop her bed, legs crisscrossed and Mingi briefly caught the glimpse of the wetness soaking through her pink Calvin Kleins. He bit his lip to keep from smirking. “Ok, start it.” Y/N looked so innocent with her hands placed in her lap and all the pink and fuck Mingi wanted to ruin her and he didn’t care how many watched.

The second they went live, Mingi had to get a hold of himself because he knows she was looking into the camera but the smirk she sent directly towards it, towards him, he could already feel his dick twitch.

He watched her read comments that viewers were leaving from the stream on her phone, she did that for a few minutes before sitting the phone down and pulling herself up onto her knees.

Mingi followed her movements, zooming in as she reached for the pink silicon dildo she had decided to get out for this stream. It wasn’t big but it also wasn’t too small and he briefly wondered if she could take him? One thing Mingi would always be cocky about is having a big dick.

And he was certainly bigger than the dildos and vibrators he’d seen in her cabinet.

Mingi glanced back towards the computer monitor where the livestream was also being displayed, the views already growing over a thousand quickly, the chat and comments section spammed by all the horny anonymous fans and viewers.

“I feel like today you all deserve to be teased.” Her voice was so dominant when she said it, so sultry and hot that Mingi knew this was gonna be a difficult situation to keep his cool. Though he had no control over his dick getting hard. “I have a new cameraman….” Her lustfull gaze stared right at him, smirk growing as the viewers spammed even more comments at the mention of Mingi being there too. “and I want to see how long he can last.”

Fuck. Mingi clenched his jaw and followed her with the camera as she slowly removed her shirt, a pink lace bra kept her breast hidden still but Mingi was already hard as hell and he didn’t care if she noticed the prominent bulge in his baggy jeans or not.

Y/N reached for the small pink vibrator, something she always used during her streams, it connecting with the streaming site so viewers who paid a little extra could control the settings however they wanted. She held it by the long little tail, never breaking eye contact with Mingi. “What do you all think…” she bit her lip, looking directly into the camera. “should I play with him?” She giggled, feigning innocence. “Maybe next time?”

Next time? What the fuck did she mean play with him? Mingi watched her pull her Calvin Kleins off, feeling as if he were being tortured as she gave him the signal to zoom into her naked, bare, soaking wet cunt. He had to bite back a deep moan at the sight of her leaning back, spreading her legs open and pushing the small pink vibrator inside of her, the little pink tail the only part left visible.

It took everything in him for Mingi to not just join her in the livestream right then and there at the sound of the moan that left her.

“Spike..” it took Mingi a long moment to realize y/n was talking to him, masking his real name with a false one that had him curious as to why Spike? He didn’t speak, looking at her with an arched brow. “Get on your knees.”

What? Mingi furrowed his brows together as y/n gave him a commanding stare. “Now.”

Fuck.

Did she act like this with the others? Did she do this to Wooyoung? Mingi steadied the camera, kneeling to one knee first then the other, never breaking eye contact with y/n as he went. “Come here.” She gave him that come here movement with her finger but it was certainly not a signal to zoom in.

Mingi slid across the carpeted floor, his jeans snagging slightly before he stopped right directly in front of y/n at the foot of her bed.

“Do you want to help me?” She held a teasing tone but her question was meant to ask for his consent and Mingi was nodding so quickly he almost gave himself a head rush.

Mingi was sure this wasn’t part of the actual job but shit, at this point he’d work for free. “Show me your hand.” Y/N bit her lip as he held up his free hand to her, his right hand that had a chunky metal ring on the index, middle finger and thumb. And fuck they were long.

“Go ahead,” She smiled sweetly down at him and Mingi was so hard, almost achingly so, as he glanced down towards her aching cunt right in front of him. “while I see what our viewers are saying.” Y/N picked her phone up to start scrolling and occasionally reading out comments.

Mingi looked at the camera in his other hand and frowned for a second before reaching his long arm out to place the camera on top of the blanket on the little cushioned pink stool.

“Fuck…” Y/N gasped, eyes wide as Mingi dived in, tongue already flat against her clit, his piercing a new sensation she had never experienced before as it added an extra little tickling sensation that was causing that familiar tightness and heat to pool in her lower abdomen.

Mingi didn’t give a shit who saw him. Who was witnessing him eat her like a starved man. Because it was him having her suddenly a moaning mess. He was practically growling into her as he tasted everything he could. And fuck he was already becoming completely pussy drunk.

Y/N threaded a hand into his hair, grinding herself against him, the camera angled just perfectly on them. The views grew, the comments spammed madly, all demanding more of Spike.

“Mi…. Spike…” y/n felt her legs wrap around him, shaking slightly as he sucked her clit into his mouth, reaching a hand up as multiple donations came through sending the little pink vibrator on a constant high as Mingi grasped the tail, thrusting it into her deeper, pulling it back out only to do it again.

“I’m… fuck…” y/n couldn’t even form anything remotely coherent, her walls clenching around the vibrator and an actual scream leaving her, mumbling into a whimpering moan as she came the second Mingi thrusted the vibrator against her g spot.

Mingi pulled his head back, smirking when he snatched the vibrator from her, y/n gripping his hair hard as she rode out her orgasm.

But he wasn’t done and y/n certainly wasn’t reading comments as Mingi stood up, flipping her over and pulling her up against him, back to his chest as Mingi lifted her, facing them directly towards the camera.

Mingi kept most his face hidden in the crook of her neck, one sharp eye gazing into the camera as he spoke. “I’m not done helping you yet.”

Y/N knew fucked dumb already because the livestream was the last thing on her mind when Mingi’s arm wrapped around her and his hand cupped her before sinking two of his long thick fingers into her, curving them and poking at that spongey spot that had her moaning again, head thrown back against his chest and whimpering when she felt his thumb start rubbing at her slightly overstimulated clit.

Was she fucking crying? She knew she was being loud because she could hear herself though it sounded as if she were hearing under water.

And then she was coming again, definitely whimpering and crying from the high of it as Mingi fucked her through it with his fingers. Y/N gripping at his arm wrapped around her, nails digging into him as she shook and started squirting on her carpeted floor and all over Mingi’s hand, some of it even spraying the camera lens.

And now she owed Wooyoung money but she didn’t care because it had been a while since anyone else made her come and having Mingi have her like that in front of who knows how many viewers had y/n on an adrenaline high.

She’d never had anyone else with her like that during a stream. Y/N didn’t really think Mingi would do anything when she teased him but now she could kiss Wooyoung for sending him to her.

Mingi waited until she relaxed in his hold, sitting her back down on the edge of her bed as he walked over to pick the camera back up, sucking his fingers clean and snatching one of the towels y/n had gotten in case of a mess to wipe the lens off.

Y/N looked into the camera, the stream letting everyone see her dazed and fucked out expression and Mingi was smirking, his tongue poking out as he waited for her to continue.

He looked back at the computer and his eyes widened at the views. Over 5000 and counting. 5000 people just watched him make a mess of y/n and he briefly wondered if anyone he knew was watching too….

Y/N reached for her forgotten phone where it lay beside the little pink vibrator Mingi pulled out of her.

The views were a new high for her, the comments begging for more of Mingi, or Spike. Donations were plenty and y/n knew then that Mingi was about to become a permanent fixture in her streams.

Mingi was surprised and shockingly a little disappointed when y/n ended the stream after promising everyone that Spike would be back.

“Well,” Y/N grabbed one of the towels wiping herself dry before pulling her Calvin Kleins back on, followed by her shirt. “they love you.”

Mingi sat the camera back on the desk, grabbing his glasses. “I didn’t like….” He pushed the black rimmed frames back up the bridge of his nose. “overstep anything, did I?” He had certainly got blindsided by lust for a moment.

“No.” Y/N was swiping away at her phone, pulling up her contacts. “Took me off guard a little though.” She smiled at him and Mingi felt his heart flutter. What the fuck was that?

“What’s your number?”

They exchanged numbers and y/n also sent him his payment to his account.

“I’m doing another stream Friday,” Mingi followed behind her back downstairs, the city life now dark out. “same time, get here a little early though.” Y/N watched him slip his combat boots back on.

“Also….” She bit her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. “what do you think about a blowjob next time?” Her gaze lingered down to the prominent bulge in his jeans.

Her question had Mingi freeze with his hand on the doorknob. “What?” She wanted to give him head? She wanted to take him right in front of everyone? “You sure you want everyone to see how much of a mess I’ll make you?”

Mingi grinned at her, opening the door, biting back a smirk at the way y/n stood speechless behind him.

“See you Friday.”

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It was getting colder out, his long sleeved shirt not doing much for Mingi against the chilly night wind as he stared down at the atm receipt in his hand.

With the money his mom sent him and what he had just made from helping y/n, 1.2 million won sat in his account. Mingi grinned, the broody and moping mood he had been in now gone. He sent his mom back the money she had given him earlier that day and went to his weed man’s contact.

Johnny Suh had been Mingi’s dealer since freshman year of college. He lived only a couple of blocks from Mingi’s own apartment building. He had just gotten back to his side of the city after leaving y/n and really needed a blunt. He had smoked all his stash earlier.

Johnny let the call ring four times before he answered it. “Well, well, well…” he sounded amused, a bit teasing. “I’m assuming you’re coming over? How much?”

Mingi told him what he needed, ending the call and shoved his phone into his pocket and starting the walk over, just passing the convenience store Wooyoung worked at, gasping when someone snatched him pulling him inside.

“What the fuck?” Mingi glared at Wooyoung as he turned the stores open sign off, staring at Mingi in shock. “I should be asking you that!”

Wooyoung was grinning crazy at him, giggling. “That was the best stream y/n has ever done!”

“You watched it?” Mingi shoved Wooyoung off of him. “Of course I did! I had to make sure I won the bet.” He smirked at Mingi, loving the fact he had been right. He knew if there was one person that could match y/n freak, it would certainly be Song Mingi.

“You were the one that said I’d be perfect for the job.” Mingi was giving him that crooked grin of his, Wooyoung eyeing his hand as Mingi fixed his glasses. The same hand and fingers that deliciously had y/n fucked out only a little time ago.

“Are you going back?” Wooyoung saw the way y/n gaze had watched Mingi in the stream, saw the want and need in her eyes. “Friday.” Mingi answered, moving past Wooyoung to grab some munchie food for later while he was there.

“Y/N never let anyone join her before like that.” Wooyoung followed him around the store as Mingi picked up numerous ramen, some chips and a few sodas. “She usually puts a rule down beforehand.”

Mingi dropped all his stuff down on the counter, Wooyoung going back behind it to ring everything up. “Not once?” Now Mingi was curious, why was he the exception?

“Nope.” Wooyoung smirked as Mingi pulled his phone back out to tap to pay. “Well, I still have a hard on and I need to go pick up my weed…” it was true too. His bulge was no longer prominent after the taxi ride back but it was certainly still aching and all Mingi wanted right now was a blunt and a cold shower.

“Ok, ok,” Wooyoung was done messing with him, turning the open sign back on. “but don’t I at least get a thank you?”

Mingi flipped him off on his way out, grinning the entire time as he gripped the shopping bag with all his snacks inside.

Wooyoung pouted, feigning hurt.

“Rude.”

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“Well,” Johnny opened his apartment door, grinning at Mingi. “if it isn’t Spike!”

Mingi’s eyes widened when the name registered. “You watched it too?” Wooyoung was enough but Johnny too? They were never gonna stop pestering him about it. How many more of his friends were fans of y/n?

“I’d recognize your ass anywhere, Spike.” Johnny smirked at him as he let Mingi inside where Johnny’s best friend and roommate, Jaehyun, was sitting on the couch, bong in hand, smoke blowing from his mouth and coughing a little.

“Aye,” Jaehyun grinned at Mingi and Mingi already knew he saw it too. “Spike!”

Johnny laughed as he grabbed Mingi’s baggy, the weed concealed inside a solid neon green ziplock. “Jaehyun tried it once, didn’t last ten minutes.”

“Hey!” Jaehyun glared at Johnny. So Jaehyun had tried to help y/n before? Mingi assumed with Johnny being Wooyoung’s dealer too, that his friend must of been the one to send him. “It’s not my fault she’s hot!”

Mingi played with his tongue piercing, contemplating. Jaehyun was a very attractive guy with a voice to match so again, why was Mingi the exception for y/n to let him join her?

“So everyone knows it was me?” Mingi really didn’t care, something in him awakening and loving that y/n only let him join her. Loved that everyone knew how good he could get her off. How much of a mess he could make her.

“You’re the only 6ft emo we know with pink hair.” Johnny snorted as he sat down beside Jaehyun, grabbing the bong and repacking the bowl. “And you weren’t exactly discreet.”

Mingi stayed at Johnny’s long enough for Jaehyun to interrogate him on how he got y/n to let him join only to answer him with a shrug every time as he got in a few hits from the bong before shoving his bag of weed into the waistband of his underwear and leaving.

San was watching a cooking video on tiktok when Mingi got home, standing in the kitchen with a bowl of something red that Mingi did not want to know what it was. San was a horrible cook. Byeol hopped onto the kitchen counter, sniffing the red substance in the mixing bowl before hissing and jumping back down.

“What the hell are you cooking?” Mingi reached down to pat Byeol as she rubbed against his leg, sniffing him. “I’m trying to make kimchi.” San didn’t remove his gaze from his phone. Mingi snorted. “Good luck with that.” He went to his room, dropping his bag of snacks onto his bed before walking across the hall to the bathroom.

His shower started out cold, Mingi slowly easing it to warm after his hard on had subsided but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get y/n out of his head. Her moans. Her scent. Everything was invading him and refusing to leave him alone.

The shower head poured over him, steam enveloping the bathroom as Mingi gripped himself in his hand, closing his eyes and picturing y/n on her knees in those little knee high socks. It was only Tuesday and he wouldn’t see her again until Friday.

Mingi slowly started to stroke himself, his imagination giving him the perfect image of what he wanted Friday. Y/N had practically asked if she could give him head and he was certainly not going to deny her.

“Fuck…” he bit his bottom lip as his strokes grew faster, pants leaving him as he could only imagine how heavy he’d feel on her tongue. Ached to see how far she could take him. How long she could go while he fucked her mouth, make her gag and become a complete ruined mess.

He came just as San knocked on the door saying he was ordering Chinese instead after giving up on his attempt at kimchi.

Mingi couldn’t care less.

He just needed it to hurry up and be Friday already.

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[sinkuna]

Nanami Kento always takes care of you when he comes home from work, gripping your waist and hauling you effortlessly onto his desk like you weigh nothing. The way his fingers press into your soft thighs sends the most wonderful chill along your spine, goosebumps rising in their wake before he flips up your skirt around your waist, loving the sight of how wet you are already.

Nanami Kento, who always looks at you with tender eyes as he asks, "were you thinking of me while I was away?" before sliding two fingers through your slick folds, "you’re absolutely soaked for me." and slowly sinks down to his knees in front of you so he can bury his face between your thighs. 

Nanami Kento, who takes his time with you, treating you like the most precious thing he's ever held, "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your inner thigh, his warm breath making that pretty head of yours dizzy. His lips brushing against your skin in feather light kisses, working their way higher with careful attention. Each touch worshipful, making your heart flutter in your chest.

Nanami Kento, who when he finally reaches your center, like always, he pauses to place that sweet greeting, a gentle kiss that makes your toes curl every time. And with a simple smirk, he can never resist giving one of your delicate folds a playful nip, drawing out those sweet noises he adores so much, “so sweet, just like honey bread.” he murmurs against your slick wet heat, his tongue delving in between your wet lips, lapping up your juices and humming at the taste. His blonde locks, once neatly slicked back now fall around his face tickling your inner thighs. 

Nanami Kento, who’s dress shirt strains against his biceps as he holds you spread open, completely at his mercy, forcing you to take every devastating lick and suck, "you can take it." Your hands scrabble desperately against the polished wood as he alternates between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your now swollen clit. The dual assault causing literal hearts to form in your eyes as your lower belly starts to tighten.

Nanami Kento, whose tongue wriggles inside you with practiced skill, mapping every inch of your velvety walls. He always explores you thoroughly, committing each and every detail of you to memory- the way you clench around his tongue, how your thighs quiver when he hits that perfect spot, the little gasps and whimpers that fall from your lips, and how your nails leave traces of this evening on his desk.

Nanami Kento, who finally sends you over the edge. Your back arching off the desk as you squirt hard against his mouth, clear juices gush all over his tongue and dribbling down his chin. The love of your life, who is right there with you, lapping up every drop, "That taste," he whispers, "I'll be thinking about it all day tomorrow at work. Counting the hours until i can have you again." The sight of you, spread wide, flushed, and panting on his desk has his cock rock hard, but he ignores his own need, his only concern being you, his lovely little wife. So he doesn't stop, instead he just groans before diving back in, determined to wring another orgasm from your oversensitive body.

You thrash and writhe as he continues his sweet torture, until your vision starts to blur as another peak builds rapidly, "Gonna make you cum until you pass out on my tongue," he promises before flicking your clit between his teeth. And when you cum again on his lips, he still persists, your body feeling as if it's floating away as consciousness starts to slip. Only when your legs go completely limp does he finally pull back, his chin and lips glistening with your abundant release. His chuckle the last thing you hear before passing out, utterly destroyed by your husband’s, Nanami Kento's masterful tongue.

[theballadofharkness]

Agatha Harkness: Deserving of Love

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: Billy notices his mentors infatuation with the covens newest member and decides to set a plan in to motion to help convince Agatha that she is worthy of a love that won’t hurt her in the end.

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: I’m already thinking of planning a part 2 to this so let me know if you’re interested!

Agatha’s lair felt familiar and warm, with candles flickering softly, their scents mingling with the lingering remnants of the day’s spells. Around the table alongside you were Jen, Alice, Lilia, and Billy, all of you tossing ideas back and forth, their magic intertwined with webs of power and intention. But for Agatha, there was a separate focus.

You.

The younger green witch who had recently joined the coven, so sweet and soft, with an unassuming air about you. You were shy, maybe a little reserved, but there was something about you. Agatha couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it made her restless. You weren’t like the others. You weren’t brash or loud, didn’t command attention, but you drew it anyway. Your quiet strength, the way you spoke so calmly about your magic- it made Agatha want to tear down her own walls just to listen to you.

Agatha Harkness had never been the type to pine. At least, not openly. Not until you walked into the coven.

You, with your earthy, wild energy. Your deep connection to nature that you could barely contain. The scent of herbs clung to your skin, your green witchcraft so potent and raw that it left an undeniable mark in the air whenever you were nearby and Agatha couldn’t seem to look away.

She was afraid once she discovered you were a green witch that she’d touch you and think of her. Her last relationship with a green witch, or rather the green witch, had nearly broken her. But you weren’t Rio. While her energy smelt like the damp earth of a freshly dug grave site, you smelt like walking in a forest after a storm. Fresh. New. Creation. Something Agatha couldn't ignore.

She tried, though. She told herself it was ridiculous. There was a reason she hadn't let anyone get close in years. She had her heart broken once- twice, really- and that was enough. Right? Right.

But that didn’t explain the rush of heat that flared through her chest whenever Jen or Alice touched your shoulder or gave you a quick, casual hug. It didn’t explain the sharp pang of jealousy that twisted in her stomach when you smiled at Lilia, a laugh escaping your lips. And it sure as hell didn’t explain why she found herself lingering just a little longer than necessary when you passed by, her gaze following you like a moth to a flame.

It wasn’t like Agatha had forgotten how to flirt. Far from it. Hell her whole demeanour oozed seduction. But, seeing you in the coven- bright, new, so vibrant- had thrown her completely off balance.

“Agatha, you’re staring.” Billy’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. He was leaning against the doorframe of her basement lair, improved upon by the warmth that only a coven could bring to a witches sacred space, his arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I am not,” Agatha snapped, sitting up straighter in her chair. “I’m simply observing.”

Billy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, observing the hell out of her. You know, it’s kinda obvious.”

She scowled, but there was no denying the truth in his words. Agatha’s gaze had indeed been locked on you, her thoughts racing, wondering if you felt the same magnetic pull that she did.

“Do you have to be so loud?” Agatha hissed, though she didn’t pull her attention away from you. She couldn’t. “And what’s it to you?”

Billy grinned and walked over to her, plopping down onto a couch with his legs kicked out. “Look, Agatha, I’m gonna be real with you. You like her, she clearly likes you. What’s the problem?”

Agatha's face flushed, and she instinctively shifted uncomfortably. “Billy, it’s not that simple. There’s...my history. And-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Billy interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. “We all know the history. You had your heart broken by Wanda.” He sighed at the thought of his half mother, well aware of the effect she had had on his mentor. “Then we all saw your reunion with Rio on the road... But you’ve been alone for a long time. And I’m just saying- she’s into you. I see it. You have to see it too.”

Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose, sinking into the back of her chair. “I’m-”

"Scared?" Billy interrupted, leaning forward with a knowing look. "Yeah, I get it. But you deserve to be happy, Agatha. You deserve to have something good. Something real." He paused.

Agatha didn’t answer him immediately, her mind swirling. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to risk feeling that kind of hurt again. Not with someone as sweet as you.

Billy raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the shift. “Ask her out. Do something about it before someone else does.” Watching the way Agatha shifted uncomfortably, Billy knew he had struck a nerve.

The official start of the meeting began smoothly. Everyone was focused- well, everyone except Agatha. Her gaze kept drifting toward you as you took notes, occasionally glancing up at the others with that serene, gentle expression. You were so... soft. It made Agatha feel clumsy in comparison, like her usual sharpness and control were slipping through her fingers.

"Agatha?" Jen’s voice broke through her thoughts, and Agatha jerked her head up, startled. "You were saying?"

Agatha blinked, fumbling for her words. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out immediately. She cleared her throat. "Right," she said quickly, regaining her composure. "We need to prepare the sigils for the binding ritual. I want everyone to-"

Her hand accidentally nudged the wine glass in front of her, and in the next second, it tipped over, splashing red wine across the table with a loud shatter. Agatha froze, mortified. Her eyes darted to you, had you seen? Of course you had.

“Shit.” Agatha muttered, fumbling with a napkin to try and clean up the mess. The wine had spilled onto the table, and she couldn’t quite seem to stop herself from making everything worse. Her fingers shook slightly as she mopped up the mess, trying to salvage what little dignity she had left in front of the group.

“Don’t worry, Agatha. We’ll clean it up,” Alice said kindly, offering her help, though her smile held an undertone of amusement.

“Right,” Agatha said, straightening herself and doing her best to avoid looking too embarrassed. "I'll just…"

But she couldn't focus. Not with you sitting so close. Not with you watching.

The conversation resumed, but Agatha’s attention had splintered. She kept sneaking glances at you- soft, nervous glances that you never seemed to notice. You were so effortlessly beautiful in a way Agatha couldn’t quite understand. Everything you did seemed so... natural. And Agatha was starting to feel like she had forgotten how to act around someone like you.

As the meeting droned on, Agatha’s frustration grew. She couldn’t seem to find her rhythm, and every time she tried to assert herself, her voice faltered.

Finally, she’d had enough. She pushed herself away from the table, mumbling an excuse, and walked quickly to the kitchen, hoping to put some distance between herself and the group. Her heart was pounding, and her breath came in shallow bursts as she paced back and forth.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered under her breath. She’d been doing this for decades, for centuries. She was the strong one, the powerful one. But with you... she couldn’t seem to keep it together.

Just as she turned to grab a glass of water, Billy walked into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, watching her with knowing eyes.

“Oh, for the love of—Billy, what do you want?” Agatha snapped, turning away from him to hide the flush creeping up her neck.

Billy smirked, pushing off the doorframe and stepping toward her. “I want to know how long it took for you to realize you’re in love with her.”

Agatha froze, her heart skipping a beat at the words. She whipped around, eyes wide. “I’m not—What? I’m not in love with her!” she hissed, voice too loud for her own comfort.

Billy raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by her outburst. "Oh please, Agatha. We all saw the wine glass fiasco." He grinned.

“I didn’t-” Agatha started, her words faltering as she tried to process what Billy was suggesting. That she could be thrown off her game so easily. “Billy, I’m not some hopeless romantic.” She turned away from him, pacing again. “And I’m certainly not interested in her of all people like that.”

Billy raised both hands, feigning innocence. “Okay, fine. Let’s pretend you’re not madly in love with her for a second. But seriously, Agatha- you deserve someone like her. After everything that happened with Rio... with Wanda- this could be good for you.”

Agatha’s heart clenched at the mention of Wanda’s name. It was always the same, wasn’t it? The people she loved either hurt her, or she hurt them. It never ended well. Never.

Billy’s face softened for a moment, his usual teasing expression replaced with something closer to understanding. “Agatha... You deserve love.” His voice was steady, sincere.

Agatha turned on him, frustration bubbling over. "I don't need your sympathy, Billy.” She pushed away from the counter, her fists clenched at her sides.

She stormed toward the door, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of the conversation. “Okay, party’s over, ladies,” she called over her shoulder, clearly ready to end the evening on her own terms. “We’re done for tonight.”

Billy sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Agatha retreat. He knew better than to argue further. If he pushed her too much, she’d shut down completely, and he didn’t want that. But deep down, he was convinced she needed this. She needed you.

And as the others filed out of the room, chatting among themselves, Billy caught one last glance at Agatha before she disappeared into the darkened hallway.

He wasn’t giving up on her. Not this time.

Maybe, just maybe, Agatha could find something real with you. Something normal.

And it would be exactly what she deserved.

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The soft glow of candles flickered in Agatha’s cozy living room, casting warm shadows on the walls. Señor Scratchy nestled comfortably on her lap, his fur soft against her fingers as she absentmindedly stroked him while reading her book. A glass of red wine rested beside her on the coffee table, the rich aroma filling the room as she sipped it slowly, savoring the calming effect it had on her.

It had been a long day. A long week, really. The coven had been busier than usual, and Agatha had found herself torn between the duties of mentoring Billy and leading a new coven and the strange, unsettling feeling she kept having every time her gaze accidentally landed on you. But tonight? Tonight was hers.

No magic, no coven drama. Just her, her book, and a very soft bunny.

At least, that’s what she had planned.

The sharp sound of a knock at the door made Agatha groan inwardly, setting her book down with a sigh. "Who in the hell…?" She stood up, adjusting her robe and rolling her eyes. Of course, it had to be Billy.

She opened the door to find him standing there, grinning from ear to ear like he had just orchestrated the greatest scheme of his life.

"What are you doing here? Isn’t it a school night?" Agatha raised an eyebrow, folding her arms over her chest. Her posture was effortlessly domineering with a small flicker of suspicion darted in her eyes.

Billy gave her an exaggerated look of disbelief. "Really? That’s your greeting? No ‘Oh Billy, I’m so happy to see you,’ or ‘Come on in, help yourself to a snack!’"

“Very funny," Agatha muttered flatly, rolling her eyes. "I’d ask you to leave, but you’ll just let yourself back in anyway.”

And as expected, Billy simply stepped past her and into the living room, his usual cocky grin plastered across his face. “Well, I have done it before.”

“Can I help you?” Agatha asked, sounding more exasperated than she really felt, though she could already sense something was off.

Billy didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walked over to the kitchen counter, pulling a large container wrapped in aluminum foil out of his backpack. "My mom made lasagna," he said casually, setting it down on the counter. "I figured you’d need something to eat."

Agatha raised an eyebrow. "Billy, I'm perfectly capable of making dinner. I’m-"

Billy cut her off with a quick, almost theatrical sigh. "Relax, Agatha. It’s not just lasagna. It’s all part of my carefully orchestrated plan to fix your life, so you can stop brooding and move on." He grinned.

"What in the world are you talking about?" Agatha asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him suspiciously.

He smirked, tapping his fingers on the lasagna container. "Well, I told you it’s a carefully orchestrated plan. I also invited her over." He said it casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world to invite the woman she’d been unable to get out of her head for dinner without her knowledge.

Her heart stuttered in her chest, and her throat suddenly went dry. "Her?" Agatha croaked, and before Billy could say another word, Agatha turned her gaze to the door as if she were trying to mentally will it to stay shut.

“Yup. I invited her over,” Billy repeated, unphased by Agatha’s evident panic. “You know, Y/N? The new witch in the coven? The one who is really good with plants? That one.” He eyed her knowingly, his grin widening as he watched her freeze.

Agatha’s stomach dropped, and she was sure she could hear the blood rushing in her ears. Her breath hitched slightly as her pulse quickened. “Billy… What did you do?”

“Nothing too crazy, I promise,” Billy said, hands up in mock surrender. “Just invited her for dinner. I thought a little lasagna, some wine, a casual date-just to help you two get to know each other better.”

"She’ll be here in just under an hour," Billy continued, not missing a beat as he walked over to the oven and started lighting her candles. "You might want to start, you know, getting ready." He looked down at her floral robe.

“Billy, I…” Agatha sputtered, her brain struggling to catch up. “This is ridiculous. I’m not ready for this. I can’t-" She faltered. "What were you thinking?"

Billy set dinner plates out on the table, his eyes serious now, the usual playful glint replaced with a more grounded expression. “You’re my mentor, Agatha. You mean a lot to me. But right now, you’re being stupid.”

Agatha’s chest tightened, and she snapped back, her voice sharp. “Pardon? I’m being stupid?”

Billy didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, unbothered by her sharpness. “Yeah. You’re running from something good. Something real. She obviously likes you back, Agatha. Don’t deny yourself happiness.”

Agatha’s eyes flicked to Senõr Scratchy and then back to Billy, her stomach tightening with unease. "I don’t do relationships. I don’t-" She paused, then scoffed, “I’ve never had a normal one.”

Billy’s face softened, and he sighed, crossing his arms. “I know about your history with Rio, and I know how hard things were with Wanda. But that’s over now, Agatha. You’re not that person anymore.” His voice grew quieter, more sincere. “You deserve a shot at real happiness. You deserve this.”

Agatha turned away, her back to him as she clenched her fists at her sides. The walls she’d built around herself were tall and strong, but inside, everything felt so much more fragile. She didn’t need this. She couldn’t do this. Not again. Not with someone like you.

“You’re not listening to me, Billy,” Agatha muttered, her voice thick with emotion. “There’s nothing normal about me. I don’t do love, not in the way you’re talking about. It doesn’t work. I just... I don’t-” She closed her eyes, the words choking her.

Billy moved closer to her, and for a moment, the room was still. "I’m listening, Agatha. And I’m telling you that you deserve better. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself. You’re worthy of being loved. I see it. I know you’ve been hurt. But this could be different. She’s different from... everything you’ve known before.”

Agatha turned to face him now, her eyes sharp, though the flicker of doubt in them betrayed her hardened exterior. “You don’t get it. I can’t... What if I hurt her?” Or worse, what if she hurts me? She thought sadly, the question hanging in the air, raw and heavy.

“Listen,” Billy continued, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone, “I know you’re scared. But trust me, you deserve to feel loved, Agatha. Please, don’t deny yourself that.”

Before Agatha started to shut down the conversation, she took one last glance toward the door and imagined you arriving. She could feel her pulse quicken, her stomach knotting with that familiar tension.

Maybe she did deserve this after all.

~

The evening air was crisp as you made your way up the cobbled path leading to Agatha's house. You felt your stomach flutter with nerves, your steps slow and hesitant despite the invitation.

Billy had mentioned that Agatha wanted to invite you over for a casual night at her house for a home cooked meal. Nothing formal. Low stakes. Yet, as you clutched the small bouquet of wildflowers you’d picked on the way, the nerves wouldn’t settle. You hadn’t been this unsure of yourself in a long time.

The door opened before you even had the chance to knock, and there she was- Agatha Harkness, standing in the frame with a glass of red wine in hand and a calm, practiced smile on her lips. Her sharp eyes softened when they met yours, though the slightest tension in her posture gave her away.

"Hello, Y/N," she said with a warm yet almost anxious tone. "Come in."

You hesitated at the threshold, suddenly self-conscious of the bouquet in your hands. You didn’t want to overdo it, but you also wanted to show that you cared. Still, standing there in the cool evening air, you felt a wave of nausea wash over you.

“Thank you,” you smiled softly, stepping inside.

Agatha closed the door behind you, her usual confidence slightly shaken in your presence. She motioned to the living room where candles flickered softly, casting their golden glow on the walls. The scent of Italian food filled the air, mingling with the earthy, calming smell of the herbs you’d noticed earlier. Everything was just... so Agatha- familiar, yet daunting.

“Billy said it was meant to be casual but I still wanted to bring you flowers,” you said quietly, trying to ease the tension. You weren’t sure why you felt so nervous. It wasn’t like you didn’t know her. You’d spent time with the coven, worked spells together, and casually chatted with her about your shared craft. But this felt different.

Agatha gave a small, nervous smile, as she took the bouquet and put them in some water, “thank you that’s very thoughtful dear” She shifted awkwardly, suddenly unsure of herself in a way you hadn’t seen before. “I’m sorry about him… he only just told me he’d planned for us to… get to know each other properly.”

You blinked, the words slowly sinking in. “Wait, wait.” You looked at her, eyes wide, your heart sinking to your stomach. “You mean... this isn’t- this isn’t like a... date?” You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as your throat tightened. "Oh god, I’m so stupid."

Agatha’s jaw literally dropped. Her eyes widened as she stared at you, and for a split second, you thought she might laugh at the sheer notion of you thinking she’d date you. But instead, she froze, her face shifting from surprise to something that seemed... almost like disbelief.

“Wait... you thought this was a date?” she asked, her voice low, with a touch of amazement.

You shrank back, your face burning hotter. You mentally cursed yourself, wanting to disappear into the ground. “I-I mean... I don’t know, I just... Billy said you wanted to have dinner with me, and I-” You quickly stopped yourself, realizing you were making it worse. "I thought maybe... you were nervous about making the first move so he helped….” You trailed off, your words losing any semblance of clarity.

Agatha’s shock gave way to something else, something softer. Her lips parted as if she were about to say something, but she quickly recovered, clearing her throat. “Well...” Her voice, while still controlled, held a new warmth, and the tension in her posture started to ease. “I’m glad to hear you thought it was a date.”

You blinked up at her in confusion. “Wait, really?”

She gave you a quick, almost nervous smile, trying her best to remain composed. “Yes. In fact, I'm very glad you did.”

Your heart raced as the words finally began to sink in. Was there an actual chance for something between the two of you?

“I... uh,” you started, voice trembling slightly, “I didn’t know how to read it. I guess I’ve never really been great at... this kind of thing.”

Agatha’s eyes softened, her usual composure giving way to something far more vulnerable. “Me neither,” she admitted, and you could hear the faintest laugh in her voice. She ran a hand through her hair, a slight flush creeping into her cheeks. “I’m not exactly... well, I don’t do this often either. But…” She hesitated for a moment before saying in a quieter voice, “But I’d like to. If you want to.”

You looked at her, a soft smile tugging at your lips as your nerves slowly melted away. You nodded, heart skipping a beat. “I... I’d like that.”

Agatha’s expression shifted again, and this time, it was a smile- a real one. A rare one that made your chest tighten with warmth. She took a slow step forward, offering a hand in invitation.

“Well, then, why don’t you come sit?” she said, her voice gentle but inviting. “Let’s have some dinner, and we can... talk. Really talk.”

You nodded, finally stepping past her, your heartbeat quickening again as you sat down on the couch next to Senõr Scratchy, stroking his fur. For once, the space between you didn’t feel so vast, so uncertain. Agatha, the powerful, untouchable Agatha, was here. And she was real.

And maybe, just maybe, there was something good waiting to blossom between the two of you after all.

Dinner, the candles, and the wine all suddenly seemed like the perfect setting for what was unfolding.

For once, it felt like maybe love had a chance to blossom for Agatha Harkness.

[ginxyy]

Seungcheol’s hands found their way to the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper, his tongue tracing the edge of your lips, demanding entry. There was no gentleness now, only raw need, the kind that had been building between you for too long. You didn’t fight it. You couldn’t. His body pressed into yours with a desperate urgency, making you feel every inch of him—his chest, his heat, his desire.

But you couldn’t let go completely. Not yet. Not after everything.

You pulled away, breathless, your hands still gripping the collar of his shirt. “You think this changes anything, Seungcheol?” you whispered, your lips still swollen from the kiss. “You think you can just come in here and—”

He didn’t let you finish. His mouth found yours again, this time with an intensity that stole the rest of your breath away. His hands slid down your back, pressing you harder against him, his body a wall of muscle and heat. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, only feel—his hands, his lips, the way his body fit perfectly against yours.

But when you pulled back again, this time for real, the look in his eyes made your pulse spike. “You think this is about changing anything?” His voice was low, almost dangerous. “This is what I’ve been waiting for, Y/N. You’re the one who hasn’t figured it out.”

“What are you talking about?” You were dizzy, the fog of his touch clouding your thoughts.

“I’m talking about this—this fight, this mess between us, all of it. You want it, just like I do. You want the chaos, the pain, the tension. You think I don’t see how you look at me? How you push me away just to pull me back? You’re addicted to it. And so am I.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, you wondered if he was right. But the sharp, defensive edge in you fought back. “You don’t get to decide that for me,” you shot back, your voice unsteady. “This isn’t your game to play.”

He gave you a mocking, bitter laugh. “It was never a game, Y/N. You know that. And deep down, you like it. You like me fucking with your head, making you question everything, because it feels real. You don’t want easy. You want the fight. You want me.”

“I don’t need you,” you spat, even though your pulse was racing, your body betraying you with every thumping beat.

Seungcheol’s smirk twisted into something darker. “No? Then why the hell are you still standing here?”

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours again, harder this time, more desperate. His hands roamed, gripping your thighs, pulling you up against him until you could feel the growing heat of him pressed against your core. Your breath hitched, the force of the kiss leaving you dizzy and desperate for more. But you refused to let him have the last word.

You broke the kiss, chest heaving, and forced a smile. “You can’t break me, Seungcheol. You want to? You’re gonna have to try harder.”

His eyes narrowed, fire igniting behind them. “Don’t tempt me,” he growled, his voice thick with need.

You stepped back, giving him a defiant glance. “You don’t control me. Not anymore.”

But the look he gave you told a different story. Without warning, he pulled you back towards him, his hands on your waist as he spun you around, pinning you against the wall. His body was heavy against yours, his breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts as his lips brushed the side of your neck.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive spot below your ear. “Tell me you don’t want me like this.”

You gasped, the heat building between you unbearable, but you swallowed the words on your tongue. You knew he was right, but admitting it— surrendering to it—was a whole different thing.

But Seungcheol wasn’t going to let you get away that easy. His lips found yours again, hot and demanding, kissing you until you couldn’t think straight. His hands slid under your shirt, fingertips brushing against your skin, and you couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through you.

You moaned into the kiss, the tension in your body slowly dissolving, only to be replaced with the raw hunger for more. You knew this was a dangerous game. One that could break you both.

But when his hand slid lower, brushing against the waistband of your pants, you didn’t stop him. You wanted him to push you further, to make you lose control, because you knew—deep down—that this was the only way you would ever feel alive again.

“Say it, Y/N,” Seungcheol growled, his hand pressing firmly against your core, his thumb brushing against the fabric of your pants. “Say you want me. Now.”

You closed your eyes, heart pounding, unable to resist. “I want you,” you gasped. “I want you, Seungcheol. Don’t stop.”

A growl escaped his throat, and with that, he took control once more, the world outside forgotten, leaving only the two of you, lost in the storm of everything you couldn’t say, couldn’t do—until now.

[wtfaniii]

Paternal Instinct

squid game men's x daughter reader

☆ As the title says, this is gonna be a little bit paternal, like, I'm sure they'd be the best when it comes to children (sometimes)

☆ I will put imagines in and out of games and depending on the character the reader will be of different ages.

☆ The next thing I'll post will be a request from Thanos

Hwang In-ho

● Outside of games.

You, being a teenager in this world that your father dragged you into after your mother's death, were complete chaos.

You worked as a supervisor at his side wearing a mask with the figure from the square depicted in the center and despite being part of an organization of sadists you have not killed anyone, In-ho made sure you did not have to.

You walked into your room and removed the mask from your face as let out a long sigh, it had been a long day overseeing the creation of the games that this year's participants would cross and now all you wanted to do was sleep but as soon as you dropped your body onto the soft mattress, the door opened.

In-ho, without his frotman suit, entered your room with a small cake in his hands and the candles lit.

True, it was your birthday, ¿how come you forgot your own birthday? Maybe it's because you spent the day planning the deaths of innocent people.

—I asked for this cake to be made for you —In-ho said with a small, almost imperceptible smile.

They weren't as close as before, but he cared about you and tried to pay attention to everything that had to do with you.

—Thanks —you forced a smile as you sat on the edge of your bed —But it wasn't necessary.

You wanted to take it back when you saw the slight grimace on your father's face but couldn't, you simply weren't in the mood to celebrate your birthday under these conditions, your life wasn't the best and although you didn't hold any grudge against In-ho sometimes you wondered what your adolescence would have been like if he had left you with your uncle Jun-ho and your grandmother.

—I know you think that, you can say it —He said, leaving the cake on the table next to your bed.

—¿Why didn't you leave me with Jun-ho? I don't want to live here, I've had enough with my mother's death without seeing you become a puppet for these games.

In-ho sighed and looked down, you were right, he should have left you with his brother, he could have taken better care of you than he was doing but he didn't want to abandon you, he had already lost the love of his life, he couldn't lose his little world after that.

—You are the only thing I have left —He responded with regret —Believe me, I considered it, letting you have a life you deserved but I couldn't just watch you through cameras ¿Do you think bringing you to this shit was my first choice?

You didn't respond, you just hugged him and let him return the gesture, you still didn't want to continue living there but you didn't want to leave him alone either, after all, both only had each other.

After a few minutes of silence you looked back at the cake and smiled softly.

—¿Is it chocolate?

—dark chocolate, your favorite —He left a fatherly kiss on your head and took the cake again to put it in front of you —Blew out the candles and make a wish

The smile on your father's face was enough to ease your worries for a few moments, you blew out the candles hoping that one day these games would end.

● Inside the games.

In-ho's plan was going just as he thought, he approached Gi-hun and began to gain his trust but seeing you walk towards them among all the players made his heart skip a beat.

—¿Can I be on your team? —You asked with a smile that showed your white teeth.

—¿How old are you, girl? —390 asked with a surprised expression.

—Twenty —You replied naturally, playing with your hands, but In-ho snorted and took two steps towards you.

—No —He looked at you witheringly —No —Now he turned to see Gi-hun's team —She is sixteen, no twenty ¿What are you doing here?

He ended up looking at you again, he really didn't want you to be here and worse because his lie along with his fake name Young-il would fall apart but you were smart.

—¿Do you know each other? —Asked 388, who you found cute almost immediately.

—Yes, he is a friend of my father

—¿What are you doing here? —In-ho asked again, almost desperate to get an answer. You disobeyed him and you can be sure that you will be grounded until you turn thirty.

—The same as you —You answered firmly and defiantly, your smile challenged him because you were sure that he wouldn't scold you or his whole false theater would fall apart —¿Can I be on your team?

—Sure —Dae-ho replied, smiling kindly at you.

You smiled at him too, but with other intentions, just to irritate your father a little and take advantage of the fact that he couldn't scold you now.

—Thank you —you said with a flirtatious smile and a wink, to which Dae-ho lowered his head in embarrassment.

—Sixteen —In-ho repeated with slight annoyance and a tense smile.

Dae-ho tensed and raised his hands in a sign of peace and took a step back, he was just being kind but it was better to be safe than to have to face that man who kept looking at you with annoyance and reprimand.

You would be a problem for your father because not only would you challenge him at every opportunity you had but you would also try to help Gi-hun end these games, that was your wish and nothing was going to make you change your mind.

The Salesman

● Outside of games.

The morning was calm, everything was silent and through the window you could see the clear sky with the sun shining, a good climate but a great contrast with the interior of your home.

The walls were wallpapered and the floor was shiny, you placed your hands on the cold marble table while your father placed a plate with a mountain of pancakes in front of you.

—Breakfast is ready —he said with a wide smile.

A polite smile, but most of the time it conveys coldness and threat. For you, this expression was genuine affection.

—¿Aren't you going to have breakfast with me? —You asked curiously watching him wipe his hands with the kitchen cloth and then fix his hair and walk towards the refrigerator.

—I would love to stay pumpkin but you know I have to go to work —He replied without paying much attention to you —After finishing your breakfast you take off your pajamas, get dressed formally and wait for your teacher to arrive.

You nodded silently as you used the fork to bring a piece of pancake to your mouth.

Life was monotonous.

Every day, you got out of bed to make it, had breakfast that your father prepared, bathed, combed your hair and got ready to take your private lessons at home, did your homework and at night you watched an exact hour of cartoons, brushed your teeth and went to bed.

Your father was a very organized man when it came to your schedule, you remember how one time you watched five extra minutes of television and as punishment he locked you in your room for five hours.

“Television melts your brain”

Despite everything, he loved you, you knew it, he just had a strange way of letting you know.

—I'll be back tonight, I love you pumpkin —He said approaching you to leave a kiss on your forehead.

He was a good father, but you didn't know anything about what he was doing out there.

You didn't know that he recruited and investigated people who would die playing for money or that sometimes he took on dirty jobs that his boss sent him, you didn't know what kind of person he really was and that was what the salesman wanted.

He adored you and that's why he avoided at all costs that you knew about the double life he led, he didn't want to hurt you.

However, there were certain mistakes that he regretted, one for example was that he himself had killed your mother as soon as you were born, he knew that she would want to run away with you, she did not want to continue living the life she had at his side and that was why he had to put a bullet between her eyes.

He didn't let her take you away from him, you were his daughter and even though he locked you up practically every day, he convinced himself that it was only for safety.

He only let you go out for a walk in the park and shopping malls on your birthday, once a year.

Despite how boring your life was, everything was going well until one night you heard moans and sobs coming from below your house.

You rarely heard them and this time you were very curious, you got out of bed, put on your slippers and left your room.

You silently walked down the stairs as the noises grew louder, when you reached what seemed to be the source of the sound, you saw that it was your father's secret room, a door that led to the basement was always locked, but this time... it was open just a little.

—¿Daddy? —You called him softly as you opened the door.

As you walked down the dark basement stairs, sobs mixed with opera music filled your ears, sending a shiver of fear through your entire body, you hugged your teddy bear tighter.

—The probability of dying is one in six and of surviving five in six —You heard your father's voice.

He explained with a polite smile, it was a great contrast to the situation was in, he liked to feel the adrenaline of this game and that way he could also get rid of these two men who had been following him during the day.

However, when he saw you at the bottom of the stairs with a scared expression and on the verge of tears, his smile faded and hid the gun behind him.

—¿What are you doing awake? It's past your bedtime and I told you a hundred times that you weren't allowed to come in here.

He spoke sternly and angrily, the two men he had tied to a respective chair began to make desperate sounds to get your attention, as if you were the only way to get out of there.

—¡Silence! —He shouted furiously making you jump a little in your place, you hadn't seen this side of him —Go to your room, ¡now!

Once you ran out of there, he took out his gun again and pointed it at the man in the red shirt. He was the one who made the most noise and that's why you woke up.

—Excellent, y'all traumatized a nine-year-old girl —He said with a tense smile

Although it was also his fault, he knew that at any moment you would discover his work anyway, but he hoped that wouldn't happen soon.

After you returned to your room you couldn't sleep, a couple of hours passed until your father opened the door and cautiously entered.

—You were disobedient —he began in a serious voice —And as a result you saw something you shouldn't have.

You were still lying face down with your face hidden in the pillow, he still had the loaded gun in his hand, he knew what had to do or else you would cause trouble.

But him couldn't.

The ease with which he killed his father was surprising but he couldn't kill you, you were the only thing that gave this home humanity and the mere thought of ending it made his stomach turn.

He clenched the gun in his hand and twisted his lips, after a long mental battle he put the gun in his pants and sat next to you.

—There are many things that you still won't understand, but what you can be sure of is that I am your father and I love you —With his hand he caressed your hair and felt you relax a little. —No matter what you saw down there, you will still be my daughter, but there will be some changes in this house.

You remained silent, you felt distrust but he was still your father, he was the only thing you knew and even if you were afraid of him you couldn't leave there, you had nowhere to go.

After a few minutes you sat up in bed and hugged him for comfort. He just caressed your hair and kissed your head.

Hwang Jun-ho

● Outside of games.

Being the daughter of a police officer had its advantages and disadvantages.

One advantage was that you could brag about it whenever someone bothered you at school, including teachers, and a big disadvantage was that you rarely got to spend time together as a father and daughter.

Jun-ho worked constantly but he also tried to keep an eye on you. "She's your daughter, before you know it she'll be your age," his mother constantly repeated to him reproachfully, she was right, time was flying and if he continued looking for his lost brother or working double shifts at the police station he would miss more years of your life.

For that reason, he decided to leave work early that day, and went to buy two hamburgers, some chips and candy while he thought of some fun activity to strengthen the family bond.

But when he got home he found you sitting at the table next to your teacher.

He twisted his lips, assuming you had gotten into trouble.

It was no surprise, you missed some classes, you didn't bring homework and your grades weren't the best but you were a great girl in terms of your behavior, just very distracted and Jun-ho couldn't help but feel guilty about that behavior on your part, yeah, sometimes you did it to get his attention.

After talking for two hours with your teacher she left and your father looked at you tiredly.

—You haven't taken any algebra classes, if you continue like this you'll fail the year.

You formed a fake smile on your lips.

—The teacher hates me —You stated, getting up from your chair to go towards the bag that your father had brought. —You left work early.

—I thought I'd do something fun, you know... father-daughter

You saw him with a raised chest, it was not usual, it was already customary for Jun-ho to spend most of the day outside the house, either looking for your uncle or immersing himself in his work.

—¿It's a holiday and I forgot? —You asked funny and sarcastic, turning around to get a juice from the refrigerator.

—Funny —he responded falsely —Now bring your notebooks, let's study together.

It was not the entertaining activity that he had in mind but if it brought them closer as a family it was an opportunity that he would not waste.

—¿Oh really? I mean, I already missed the school year anyway.

The look on Jun-ho's face let you know that he wasn't joking, they were going to spend the next four hours studying numbers and equations.

You really thought it would be a waste of time but it wasn't like that, as the conversation about algebra flowed the confidence did too, Jun-ho had been absent many times but this help made you remember that no matter what happens or how, no matter how big or small the problem is, he will be there for you.

● Inside the games.

You were stubborn, you always disobeyed any order they gave you, even if your father asked you not to get involved in his affairs you ignored him because were family and you should support each other.

The last few days you had seen Jun-ho more worried and anxious than normal, so you decided to follow him and find out the reason for his current state but you didn't imagine that it was something related to the disappearance of your uncle In-ho, apparently he had already got some clues and you wanted to help him.

He scolded you when he discovered you and warned you not to get involved, he even went to leave you with grandma with the excuse that he would be away for a couple of days but you escaped through a window and followed him again.

That led you to where you were now.

Your bare feet were sweating and your hands were shaking, you tried to avoid looking down through the glass you were in but curiosity got the better of you and you looked down into the void.

You were terrified.

The night you followed your father, one of the men dressed in pink with a circle mask discovered you, left you unconscious and when you woke up you were wearing a green uniform with the number "455" lying on a bed and surrounded by several people who dressed the same, you thought it was some joke, you didn't know what you had gotten yourself involved in, and when you saw that had to play a series of games to avoid being killed, you felt as if the soul was leaving your body.

You looked for your father among all the players but you couldn't find him and shortly after you learned that he had infiltrated the guards, he told you when he came in during a fight between players and was able to talk to you for a few seconds.

—I don't want to die —You murmured fearfully as you heard another glass breaking accompanied by a scream.

—You're not going to die, you have to relax —218 spoke behind you, you were one of the last to cross these crystals and you were more than grateful for that.

You gulped and continued jumping to the next crystal that fortunately had already been tested by another player.

Meanwhile Jun-ho felt his stomach turn and his heart beat like crazy.

He tried to maintain a firm and calm posture, he was still an infiltrator and he couldn't let them notice his concern, but seeing you there between life and death made his heart stop.

One of the so-called "VIP" with a gold mask called him to serve him more liquor and he obeyed, however, the conversation that these people were having about the players made his blood run cold, they talked as if they were just entertainment, some circus animals so that these people could have fun as spectators, but what caught their attention the most was the way they talked about you.

"She looks about fifteen years old" one said with amusement "I say sixteen" spoke another.

Wrong, you were thirteen years old and Jun-ho felt like the worst father in the world for letting you get involved in this.

—¿Will sell the body if she dies or will they cremate it? —One asked interestedly and earning laughter from the rest, Jun-ho only felt nauseous listening to it.

Jun-ho returned to serve liquor to one of the masked men but when he heard a glass break followed by a female scream that he immediately identified as your, he turned around and felt his world collapse.

Where you were previously standing was now 218 with the gaze lost downwards and the body tense, when it was your turn to decide between the two crystals you refused, you didn't want to do it and saw the man who helped you survive each game was there behind you ready to push you.

Another breaking glass caught the attention of the guests, guards and the frontman, Jun-ho had dropped the tray with everything and bottle of liquor.

—I apologize —he murmured, bending down to pick up the mess of broken glass, taking advantage of the fact that no one could see his face, he shed tears of pain.

[...]

A few months had passed after living that nightmare in the games, Jun-ho left there with a bullet in his shoulder and with the disappointment of discovering that it was his brother who was leading all that, but also thanks to that you left alone with some broken bones.

In-ho recognized you instantly and made sure that you could get out of there alive, when you fell from that glass platform your body did not fall directly to the ground, the blow was cushioned by a pad that had been placed specifically for you.

He pretended you were dead and sent you to the hospital, When Jun-ho found out that you were there, he cried with happiness knowing that you were still breathing.

He walked into your hospital room with a set of clean clothes in his hands and when he saw you sitting on the bed eating Jell-O and watching TV he couldn't help but laugh.

—For you this was a vacation.

—Falling from a great height brings its advantages —You said with a triumphant smile, you had gotten rid of many exams and schoolwork.

He always apologized to you for everything you had to go through, from that day on he stopped looking for In-ho (or at least he did it secretly from you) and he was more attentive to you, he took you to school, he was never missing to any event that was special for you and he promised to put you ahead of everything.

Seong Gi-hun

● Outside the games.

He's not the best father but he tries.

You were standing in the forum of your school wearing a dark blue robe and the characteristic mortarboard on your head, in your hands you held your diploma and tried to smile for the camera of the photographer that the school had hired.

You still looked between the seats in the stands for your father but there was no one, your mother had gone with your sister to the United States with her new husband and you had stayed here because you didn't want to abandon Gi-hun.

You formed a grimace on your lips and looked down with sadness and disappointment until suddenly you heard him voice among the people and you looked up again.

—Yes, my daughter just graduated, ¡Oops! Sorry if I stepped on you —He spoke embarrassedly as he crossed the row of people to get to his seat.

You laughed softly and inevitably raised your hand to greet him and get his attention even though your teacher scolded you.

Gi-hun carried a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a gift box in his hands, he sat in his respective place and smiled at you affectionately.

To be honest with himself, he had not planned to come to your graduation, he would apologize to you later by taking you to eat, giving you a gift and flowers, but in the end he decided to go, late but he arrived.

It took him a long time to find the salesman again and he was practically investing all his money in it, this day was not going to be different, ¿what made him change his mind? The photo of you as a baby that he had saved on his phone, the one-year-old you would cry inconsolably if he knew he was going to be without him on this special day.

When the ceremony ended you ran towards him, who welcomed you with open arms.

—Congratulations my life, I'm proud of you —He said, giving you a fatherly kiss on the forehead.

—Thanks for coming —Your smile was enough to confirm that he had made the right decision.

He gave you your flowers and the gift, when you opened it you found a beautiful sewing machine, it was the most appropriate gift considering that you had just graduated as a fashion designer.

—¡Thank you dad! —You said happily, hugging him tightly again.

You were excited and he was also happy to share this moment with you, he had isolated himself from everything for the last three years but you managed to get him out of his comfort zone to also make him smile.

Sometimes he isolated you to protect you, he didn't want anyone involved in those games to know that he had a daughter, a great weakness if they asked him and if something happened to you he was sure that he would never forgive himself and he would be capable of doing the unimaginable for defend you.

He called you "my life" and it was because that's what you were to him, his entire life, his oldest daughter was all he had left.

● Inside the games.

The last thing he wanted to happen was exactly what happened.

The night they took him back to those games you were also dragged with him, not by your own will because you didn't know anything about this but by the simple fact of being the closest to him you found yourself involved in this conflict.

—¿Why didn't you ever tell me about this? —You asked him cautiously as ate the food those pink guards had given them in silver cans.

—I didn't want you to get involved in this —He admitted with an expression of failure and anguish —But now you're in danger.

—We'll be fine —You smiled at him with motivation —They're just... they're child's games ¿right? We will get out of here alive.

—She's right, we just have to be prepared —Young-il said agreeing with you.

You stayed quiet and sat next to your father while you finished eating until a dispute between players caught your attention, one with purple hair and his friend forcefully pushed another to the ground.

A grimace of pain formed on your lips as the poor guy was kicked in the abdomen, knocking the wind out of him.

—¿Aren't they going to help you? They are hurting him —You complained, turning to look at the group of allies that your father had formed, but when you saw that no one was going to do anything, you stood up.

But as soon as you took a step, Young-il put a hand on your shoulder as a sign that he would take care of the situation.

After he hit the two bullies you went to player 333 and helped him stand up.

—¿Are you okay? Come with me —You said leading him to your group.

He gave you his name as a thank you, Lee Myung-gi, while you were talking to him you noticed that he was attractive and he was only a couple of years older than you

Well, eight years to you wasn't much of a difference but your father wasn't too happy about it.

During the next game in which they had to team up with five players, Gi-hun tried to keep you close.

—Well, the five of us are here, we are complete.

—Myung-gi doesn't have a team yet —You said, approaching 333 who was still standing next to you but looking in all directions in search of some team —I'll go and form another one with him.

Those words didn't seem pleasant to Gi-hun either, but before he could refuse, Young-il interrupted to help you a little.

—That's good, this way it will be easier for you to find team.

You thanked him with your look and before your father could say anything you took 333 by the hand and the two of snuck through the players in search of a team.

Even so, you could feel your father's gaze on your back and not to mention Myung-gi, he did feel somewhat intimidated but he also couldn't deny a certain attraction he had towards you since he saw you.

It was incredible and made you laugh how despite the circumstances he was still protective of you, not only protecting you from physical harm, but also emotional harm and keeping an eye out in case someone wanted to break your heart.

With the salesman I didn't put it into the games because I think it's obvious that that man would never allow something like that when it comes to his daughter.

Thanks for reading and the next thing I'll post will be about Thanos, a pending request :D

[lustlovehart]

This is like my first ask ever so I'm a bit nervous, but I've been thinking abt monter!twst nonstop so I just had to make an ask. What would the boys do (including Rollo) if mh!reader was on a mission and got put under a sleeping curse?

I'd imagine it'd be pretty distressing, imaging Rollo trying to keep the monsters away while looking for a cure for reader.

Love the au also! Keep up the good work!

- milk 🥛 anon

A/n: Ahhhh!!! Hi 🥛 anon!!! Don’t ever be nervous putting stuff in my inbox <33 I’ve said this before but I love reading everyone’s ideas!! Even if i don’t get to writing them </3

Featuring: [Monster!Twst] Heartslaybul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasmonia, Rollo, Neige, Fellow, Skully, Chenya x Reader

Cw: Head canon format ( So no individual scenarios unfortunately), Obsession, Possessiveness, Kissing, Insecurity, No proofreading

Unfortunately, Poor Rollo has to deal with BOTH swatting them away like flies, and checking up to make sure you’re not suffering in your time of rest with nightmares 😔 (a wanting to be married to you single mom who works 2 jobs).

I like to imagine fairytales still exist within the universe, but they don’t reach their ears in the wild. It’s only Heartslaybul, Leona, Kalim, and Epel who have any idea of the “Kiss of true love”, and then words spreads around of these human stories and suddenly it’s less about getting your body back and more about being the one who wakes you up…

Why would he wanna kiss you? That’s stupid nothing’s gonna happen… Maybe one—?

- Ace, Jamil, Epel, Sebek

- Depending on his personality, he’s either going “Ew gross i’m not kissing a human” or “Those humans tales are foolish, why would i believe them?”. But either view end them in the same boat, standing over your slumbering form and hesitantly leaning into your face. Maybe he isn’t fast with it either, taking his time to look at the details in your mortal face, pores, eyelashes, everything really. It’s stupid, so stupid he shouldn’t believe any of this really, it’s vulnerable, emotional, unnecessary; yet, he can’t seem to stop himself from placing his monstrous mouth on yours, hoping something will happen.

Wants to kiss you, but feels a sense of insecurity that holds him back

- Riddle, Deuce, Cater, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Idia, Silver

- Similar to the previous category, but slightly different. They don’t oppose the idea of a kiss at all, what really has them fearing their lips on yours, is both the vulnerability, and the event of it not working. What then? He puts himself out there for you and it’s pointless? It’s cruel, a further reminder of just how different you both are. He will look at you with pain in his eyes, wondering what he should do. Ghastly hands taking your own as he lifts them to his mouth. He might not be able to bring himself to your lips, but he’s willing to settle on your skin. He just… can’t bear the thought that he wasn’t made for you.

He’ll try, it sounds fun! When, not if, you wake up, he’ll make sure to tell you about everyone’s current violence problem.

- Trey, Floyd, Jade, Rook, Lilia, Fellow, Chenya

- Practically jumping at the chance to place his mouth on you. Of course he’ll wake you up! You’re a lot more fun when you up and about trying to hunt him down! The thought of it not working does cross his mind, but is he truly an all famed beast if he can’t take risks? He lucked out on Rollo being gone, he’s essentially a human version of a brick wall. He’ll go out all out for you, snaking his arm around your waist and lifting you out the glass coffin liking a loving husband. He’ll swirl you around with care, before dipping you down like a ballroom dance, and then wake you up. He can’t wait to show off to everyone else, because you will open your eyes.

He’ll do it. if his try doesn’t work though… He’ll make sure no one eleses does either. Your sleeping body will forever be held with him until you wake up.

- Leona, Kalim, Vil, Malleus, Neige, Skully

- He’s already sat by your side, his hand tracing patterns into your collarbone while he whispers. Will you wake up for him? You will won’t you? You must. Silent affirmations only he and he only will know, unless you wake up of course. His finger will trace down your chest, tapping the place your heart would be, each touch in sync with the beat of your heart. It’s gentle, yet somehow possessive in some right. With the final beat of his index, he’ll finally lean down, his face feeling your breathes on his fiendish skin. You’ll wake up, not because he believes in the tale, but because you must let him be the one who does something so intimate to you. If it doesn’t work, he’ll put you in prettier clothes, a prettier coffin, a prettier home, because he won’t let anyone else have the blessing of tasting your lips, only him.

The one who places your body in the pretty glass coffin, putting you in the prettiest of wear and scenery during his attempt; all while warding off the wretched creatures.

- Rollo

- Practically spends every waking and sleeping moment in your presence, only leaving for at most 5 minutes. Unfortunately for him, 5 minutes is enough time for anything to happen to you. He’ll hold your hands, fix your clothes, place new flowers and ribbons on your coffin, anything for you; except be the one who kisses you. The urge to consumes his entire being, eating at him like a sinful leech who wont let go. Sometimes whenever he’s by you, his eyes can’t help but trace back to your lips, a temptation too good for any man or beast to resist, but he does, because he can’t bear the thought of stripping you’re purity, directly at least. Whenever the urge becomes much too strong, he’ll lean down, placing a kiss on your knuckle, on your wrist, on your forehead, on your cheek, on your collarbone, on your neck, on your chest, even on the corner of your mouth, until the only place he hasn’t placed his mouth on is your lips. An indulgence he won’t take no matter how much he wishes to. Because…

You don’t deserve a monsters love, not matter how much he wishes to be yours and yours alone.

You are the sole blessing he has left, he won’t taint you, no matter how much he wishes too. But… he won’t let anyone else take you either.

A/n: For Floyd, Jade, and Sebek I realized half way that these guys wouldn’t be able to reach you on land if that’s where you were laid to rest, a perfect scenario for Rollo really. Imagine his surprise when he opens your room and sees tiny imps dragging your coffin out and into the river, where a horrific marine monster takes hold of you… Truly, how desperate for you are they?!? (Rollo has no room to judge considering he’s just as obsessed)

This honestly makes Floyd and Jade scenario so pretty <3 being in pretty clothes while he ball dances with you in the water, dipping you down while clear water envelops your upper half, leaving only your pretty face <33 do you guys see the vision?!?

And trey? He doesn’t seem like the type to be in that category, but hear me out, he does it low-key. He doesn’t go all out like the others guys so it’s not as cocky, yet there’s the underlying feeling of bragging that they can get mad and but can’t outright criticize him for. Same goes for kalim, he doesn’t seem like the type to do such a thing, but in this case, he can’t help but feel a little jealous if it isn’t him who wakes you up.

[rikiislvr]

unavailable . 4 - nishimura riki

pairing: afab!reader x nishimura riki

summary: fresh out a relationship with a heavy heart, niki seeks comfort in his best friend, not knowing you were falling for him

warnings: cussing

ps. read part 1-3 (on my page) if you’d like :)

after he left, you decided to leave too. you couldn’t go home since you were ditching, so you decided to stop by a nearby convenience store to get snacks.

before you could even step a foot inside the store, you were stopped at the sight of niki and ivy, standing in front of each other on the sidewalk, talking but you were too far away to hear what it was about.

you hid behind the side of the store, watching from pure curiosity, but.. whatever they were talking about, led to niki leaning down and pressing a kiss on her forehead, ivy smiled up at him and giggled before grabbing his hand as they ran down the street together.

you weren’t sure why your heart began to ache. maybe it was a good.. reasoning on why they’re.. happy together again?

you brush it off and slowly walked into the store to grab something to snack on until you can go home. but you couldn’t stop wondering.. what was that about? and was he gonna tell you?

-

the next day you walk into school, you don’t see niki in his usual spot, beside your locker waiting for you, you sigh and open your locker, being jolted from tickling hands on your sides,

you turn around to be faced with niki, “did i scare you?” he teases, you didn’t reply and turned back to your locker, “uh yeah..” you nod slowly, he tilt his head “you okay?” he asks, you close your locker and sigh,

“mhm!” you shot a fake smile before walking away, niki followed you, “you’re acting odd, what’s wrong?” he grabbed your shoulder making you stop, you look up at him and sigh,

“you’re back with ivy?” you say, his face dropped softly, “right um… yeah- i am.” he ran his fingers through his hair, you just blinked up at him, needing more of an answer.

“she’s in a really bad place and, i just feel really bad, she needs someone to rely on, you know?” he explained, you didn’t really understand it, but as his best friend, you have to be supportive…

“okay..” you shrug it off, “you understand right?” he says, you just nod before walking to your class, niki watched you and sighed, rubbing his neck.

he knew it was the bad decision getting back with ivy, but when he found her crying yesterday after he left the park over some of her family issues, he couldn’t deny the fact he still had care for her, he just didn’t want you to think he was overlooking how much you’ve helped him.

because you did help him a lot the night she broke up with him, but he couldn’t lie he wanted to be with her again, so he didn’t take up the opportunity.

he just hoped you’d understand somehow..

-

you’ve had the craziest headache all day in class, you finally got the last bell of the day and left the classroom immediately, all the work + the thoughts of niki being back with ivy was taking over your head.

why did you even care so much? it wasn’t your relationship or your business so who cares? why was this taking such a big toll on you?

you sigh and walked out the school with your head down,

“y/n!” you heard someone call you from behind, you turn around, seeing ivy, who was holding hands with niki, she smiled and motioned for you to come over..

what did she possibly want from you?

you groan and walked over, putting on a fake smile, “me and niki are gonna go get sushi, wanna come with?” she smiled at you, you turn to niki, who was looking at you, you could sense the guilt in his expression, “sure.” you shrug,

ivy giggled and grabbed your arm with her free hand as she pulled you guys to walk to the nearby sushi restaurant.

as you three walked, ivy rambled about her day, you look up past her to see niki, who was smiling at every word ivy said,

you felt very uncomfortable.. gosh, why did you even say yes? you just felt like a third wheel right now. why would ivy invite you in the first place?

you get to the restaurant and walked in, you guys sat in a booth, niki next to ivy, and you across from them, you tap the table awkwardly and looked out the window, ivy must’ve noticed your awkwardness and tapped your arm,

“so, where’s your boyfriend?” she asks, you clear your throat. “i don’t have one.” you nod, she gasps, “oh that’s a bummer! you’re pretty.” she shrugged, “thanks.” you nod, for some reason this was throwing you off…

you turn to look at niki, who looked just as awkward as you did, you sigh, “you know, i can get you a boyfriend.” ivy smiled, you tilt your head,

“yeah! my friend jake, he’s single, you two would be a power couple.” she giggled, “i don’t think i-

“oh come on! you can’t hangout with my boyfriend all the time, i know you two are best friends but like..” she smirked and grabbed onto niki’s arm, niki looked at you before looking down.

you then realized what this was, ivy only invited you to tell you to back off of him.

fuck this.

“yeah i’m gonna head home, thanks for inviting me.” you stood up and quickly left, niki so badly wanted to chase after you, but due to him being in the inside of the seat, he was trapped,

ivy scoffed, “she’s weird.” she shrugged and began eating the sushi, niki sighed.

you walked home with your head down, she was right. you can’t hangout with niki all the time anymore. he’s your best friend but you can’t deny you’ve been catching feelings for him.

and it’s wrong. he’s not available for you. only thing you can do now was to avoid him at all costs, if you’re not with him, you can’t gain feelings…

right?

a/n: didn’t expect for so many people to want me to continue this but hey! should i end it here or continueee orrr, lmk!

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[waynes-multiverse]

*gasps in excitement* FINALLY 😍😍😍

I also remember our fireplace conversation vividly 🔥 and I'm so glad it inspired such an amazing fic! You've outdone yourself with this one, Alex!! Such a sweet, incredibly romantic, and yet angsty story 🤍

Such a strong and hot start, wow! 🫠🔥

Full honesty, as a writer, starting chapters with smut always freaks me tf out. Like, where do you put the damn "keep reading" line without flashing some innocent people at work 😂

Even with the fire going and the heater running in the cabin, the frigid air outside is unforgiving.

Ooof, I know the exact feeling you're describing here. Kinda like when you're taking a hot bath but the room is cold and so everything not covered by water is freezing... 😅

You have no problem with the way Dean guides you down from the chaise to take advantage of your nest on the floor, right in front of the fire.

Oh, here we go! Executed to perfection 😏

You don’t know this, but it’s been a while since anyone but his own hand has touched him. That’s not the only reason his body has been calling to yours, but it plays a part in how fucking good it feels, and how much more he wants you.

First of all, I was just reading this whole, intensely scorching scene with a thundering heart and squeezing my damn thighs hard 😂

Secondly, I loooove this trope! It's sorta romantic?! Idk 😅🤷‍♀️ Kinda gives "waiting for the right one and not in the mood for anyone else" vibes. I did that kinda with Russell recently lol

But I love the extra intensity and specialness it gives, y'know? ❤️‍🔥

Once again, he hears you. His teeth sink into the back of your neck, making you cry out. But your pain is quickly overshadowed by a deepest pleasure, thrumming along with his.

Loved the callback of him hearing her again, although his instincts had taken over. It shows how much he cares about her and respects her 💕

And I truly wonder what Sam will say when Dean comes back with a mate lol

His words both warm you and make you sad. Just how little does he think of himself?

Oooh boy, you're about to find out, girl 😂

You sense that he’s not telling you everything. How could he? A lifetime of blood and wins and incredible losses; family gained, and family lost, endless saves, and so many near misses.

Lol I was gonna say, "How long do you guys plan on being here? This might take a while" 😂 But I'm so in love with their little afterglow bonding session ❤️❤️❤️ I honestly could read about their convos forever. They're so cute 🥹

“After the whole Chuck thing was done, I thought we’d just…go back to status quo. Me and Sam against the world, you know?” Dean says. He gives a rueful smile. “Then Sammy tells me he knocked up his mate.” You smile. “You’re happy for him though.” “Course I am,” Dean nods. “He never thought he’d get to have all that. A badass chick who can keep him on his toes, a house, the kid, the whole damn thing. He’s downright respectable again.” His brotherly pride and his humor are tinged with something else though. You think you begin to understand. His losses have weighed him down, leaving him aimless and living in that in between, not unlike the ghosts he used to hunt. You know the feeling.

We've already talked about this when he mentioned Dean jr. the first time, but my headcanon is, too, that Dean would be super happy, incredibly sad and lonely, and definitely a little envious and sour lol 😂😂

You really nailed him here! I could hear every word out of his mouth, too!! 😂🫶

It’s another week in the cabin before Dean insists on helping you down the mountain. Your ankle has gotten a little better, but at this point, you need to see a doctor. It takes a couple of days, going as slow as you need to. He ends up carrying you for most of the way anyway. You tell him over and over that he doesn’t have to, but your alpha is stubborn.

Can totally seeing him doing all of that and arguing with her throughout lol Our hero 🥹💚

He grins at the look on your face. “Hey, sweetheart. Come meet my Baby.”

Oooh, I completely forgot she doesn't yet!! Aww, she loved him before she knew he had a cool car. This is like finding out he was a millionaire and kept it a secret to find true love and weed out the gold diggers 🤣

Dean gives you a teasing smirk. “Well, technically, she’s been with me a lot longer than you.”

This had me DEAD 🤣🤣🤣

Dean blinks at your question. He whistles lowly. “About a year. Jesus, since my nephew was born.”

A year???? Jesus fuck, this is even sadder now!!! Sam was really like, "Ciao, jerk." lol

Damn, this man is old school. 

Oh she's about to find out how much 😂😂💚

That was such a perfect ending! They literally drove off into the sunset together *swoon* 😍🫠🫶 (And I could totally see Dean singing along to the lyrics at the end there)

I seriously enjoyed this series so much, friend!! 🤍🤍🤍 Totally gave me those vibes 🥹💕:

Against the Wind - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader 

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: The grand finale...

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.4K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, knotting, claiming, fluff and feels.

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Part 4: Running to Live

His cold hands are warming on your skin as he slides them underneath your sweater. They move smoothly up your back, bunching up the material. You break from his kiss only to help him get the sweater off you, followed closely by his pants.

Your sweatpants slide down your legs with just a sharp tug, baring most of your body to his gaze. His eyes drag over your exposed neck and shoulders, your breasts cupped in your bra, down to your panties and bare thighs.

A shiver runs through you, both from his heated gaze, and from being exposed to the cooler air. Even with the fire going and the heater running in the cabin, the frigid air outside is unforgiving.

You have no problem with the way Dean guides you down from the chaise to take advantage of your nest on the floor, right in front of the fire. He draws you into a sensuous kiss, sucking your lower lip into his mouth and grazing with teeth.

“Were you nesting, Omega?” he teases, between the sinful meetings of his lips with yours. You hum your affirmation before his tongue swipes across your lower lip, seeking entrance.

You open yourself to him in more ways than one; you slip your hands across his naked shoulders and explore the smooth planes of muscle, the dips and softness in between. You encourage him to lower down, to cover you with the length and broadness of his frame. His weight is a welcome one between your thighs and against the softness of your body.

“Was worried about you,” you whisper a confession against his lips. Dean briefly pauses, meeting your eyes.

“Thanks for waiting up,” he says, with a hint of a smile.

Your lips curve upwards in return. You reach up to caress his cheek, feeling the prickling of his stubble. Your fingers thread into his hair, and you pull him back down for a devouring kiss.

Dean’s brows furrow as he holds you to him, wanting to feel every part of your skin against his. His calloused fingers map their way down your side, and across your back to unhook your bra. His lips veer away from yours to burn a wet, heated trail along your neck. His teeth come out to graze your skin, down your throat, down the lovely valley between your breasts.

“Dean,” you gasp, encouraging him when his hand cups one of your breasts. He explores the other with his mouth, teasing a pebbled nipple with his tongue. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs rubbing together between the cage of his knees in the mess of blankets. Already you feel slick forming at the apex of your thighs and slipping down in between.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “Fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You can’t help but smile. Your face warms either from the fire dancing shadows across your bodies, or from him, his attention, his warmth, and the heat in his eyes when they meet your again. His hand slides down your body, over your hip and squeezing your thigh as he opens you up further for him.

“Tell me what you want, Omega.” While I still have control, his tone implies. His voice is gravel and sin while his hand moves swiftly and smoothly up the inside of your thigh.

“Touch me,” you breathe.

Nodding, he hooks his fingers around the hem of your panties and slides them down. You help him kick them off. Afterward, his thumb brushes over your mound, making you sharply inhale and squeeze his shoulders encouragingly. His fingers dip inside your wet heat, his brows raising with a smirk, as he feels the sheer amount of your slick already coating his digits.

“Fuck. This all for me, baby?” he remarks.

You hold onto the back of his neck with both hands as you nod, biting your lip. Your hips begin to cant against his hand on reflex, urging him to touch you.

“Alpha, please…” you implore, in a ragged whisper. He swallows your plea with a ravaging kiss, but he still gives you what you want. His thumb circles your clit, earning a moan from you into his mouth.

Soon, two of his fingers plunge slowly inside you, working you open, drawing more gasps and shudders of pleasure from your body. His length continues to strain hard against your thigh, but for him, it’s worth it to draw every sound, every time your body writhes and arches against him, craving release.

With a few more purposeful strokes, your inner walls clamp tight on his hand, and a flood of slick coats his knuckles even more. You gasp his name, your hands squeezing his arms just as tight as your pussy around his fingers.

Your skin is beginning to get dewy with sweat, and he kisses some of it off you when he trails down your chest. You stroke down his arms, down his back, whatever you can reach as you catch your breath. But then, his name falls from your lips with a firmer tone.

Dean raises his head, and you gently push at his chest. His brows furrow in confusion, only for it to be replaced with a smile of surprise when you curl a thigh over his hip and guide him onto his back. His head just manages to fall on one of your pillows, but he still utters a small grunt. You giggle down at him, bowing to meet him for a kiss.

He smirks and holds onto your hips, playfully squeezing your ass. “My wily omega.”

“Thought I was your cheeky omega,” you tease.

He snorts. “That too.”

You giggle some more as you treat him to the same path of open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Except this time, you hook a hand behind his neck, and you trail your tongue around his mating gland. You feel his jolt of surprise, as well as his instinctive growl of pleasure in response to his mate. Or at least, not yet…

His heart pounds in his chest.

“Omega,” he says, a warning not to tease as his grip tightens on your hips.

The command in his voice makes you shiver, but you smile and nuzzle his cheek in affection. You kiss your way down his body, playing special attention to his nipples, his stomach, the soft V and the happy trail of light brown fuzz leading you down between his hips.

Your fingers slide down his hardened desire through his underwear, earning a grunt from him, along with a shifting of his body against the blankets. Your lips curve as you nuzzle him there as well, letting your lips drag across his impressive length.

His fingers tangle in your hair when you hook your nails around the waistband and free his cock from its confines. His boxers join the rest of your clothes somewhere, and finally you get to see all of him, as much as he takes in all of you. Your hand wraps around his girth, your thumb circling around the sensitive, weeping head of it. Dean groans, a sound from deep in his chest.

You don’t know this, but it’s been a while since anyone but his own hand has touched him. That’s not the only reason his body has been calling to yours, but it plays a part in how fucking good it feels, and how much more he wants you.

He feels your intentions when your hand moves down his shaft in a teasing caress, your fingers tracing around his knot. A shudder rattles down his spine, makes his desire burn hotter in the pit of his stomach.

He can’t fucking take it anymore. He needs you, needs to be inside you. Needs to take you the way his instincts demand.

He grasps your shoulder before you put your mouth on him. You blink up at him, with a question forming on your lips, but he hefts you up onto his chest by your arms. He cages you there with a kiss filled with abject need.

“I can’t. Can’t wait anymore,” he says. He drags his fingers through your folds and earns another moan from your when he finds your clit. “You ready for me, Omega? Need my knot?”

“Yeah,” you nod, agreeing against his lips. “Need you, Alpha—”

No sooner had the words escaped your lips, when Dean rolls you back underneath him. But this time, he guides you onto your stomach, then raises up your hips, until you’re on your hands and knees. You catch your breath as you regain your bearings, shooting an incredulous smile over your shoulder at Dean. He smirks back at you, but his gaze is intense, his pupils darkened with the alpha inside him. 

Still, he soothes a hand down your back and steadies you with a hold on your hip. You feel him slot himself behind you, guiding his cock at your entrance. His chest presses hotly against your back.

“Last chance, Omega,” he says, his voice tight with restraint.

You look back at him again over your shoulder, your mouth threatening to frown. You reach back and sink your fingers into his hair with a sharp tug. “Do it.”

He sinks into you with one smooth plunge. It’s a relief for both of you, your mingled moans echoing in the near silence. All that’s left is the sound of your quickening breaths, of skin against sweat-slick skin as you move together.

Dean brushes your hair away from your neck. He kisses and licks his way along your bare shoulder, and finally the back of your neck. You’re trembling by the time his lips find the sensitive flesh of your mating gland. It echoes with the pulsing from your core as he continues to drive into you.

“Alpha,” you gasp on reflex. You squeeze his arm; he has it wrapped tight around your middle. Your pleasure builds ever closer to that crescendo, especially as his thrusts become ragged, at an angle that zips delicious tingles through your core. “Close…just…I need…”

Dean isn’t so far gone. He hears you, and helps you, reaching his hand around to strum his fingers insistently on your clit, along with his final thrusts.

Finally, it tumbles you over. Your inner walls become impossibly tight around him as he draws out your second release—one that triggers his own. Dean groans into your ear; his knot swells and locks into place, and he spends himself deep inside you. He pants hot against your neck, but even though he fastens his lips there, he hesitates, once again making you shudder. 

“Do it,” you repeat, in a coarse whisper. You’re close to tears. “Please. Want you, Alpha. Need you…”

Once again, he hears you.

His teeth sink into the back of your neck, making you cry out. But your pain is quickly overshadowed by a deepest pleasure, thrumming along with his.

 Afterward, Dean holds you in his arms. The warm glow of the fire paints your skin in its light, despite the utter darkness in the rest of the house. 

While you both wait for his knot to subside, you revel in the fact that you know he’s content. You can feel it through the newly formed bond. He traces random shapes in your skin, which still glistens with a fine sheen of sweat. The fire he stoked doesn’t help to cool you down, but you don’t care.

Nothing else matters but this. You turn your head toward him over your shoulder. He meets you there with a gentle kiss, much more gentle than any other you’ve shared before. It feels right. 

When he parts from you, he presses another kiss to your forehead. Then he leans back a little and sighs. You feel his thumb trace the raw flesh around the claiming mark on your neck. A small shiver runs through your body. Maybe on another day, you’ll mark him in return.

“It’s too damn late,” he says, breaking the silence. “You realize that right?”

You shoot him a frown. “Too late for what?”

“For me to let you go,” he says. 

His words both warm you and make you sad. Just how little does he think of himself?

“Dean,” you say, endeavoring to be patient. “You’re my true mate. Do you know how rare it is that we’ve actually found each other?”

Dean remains quiet.

“And after everything you’ve done for me,” you add, “how can I not think you’re a good man? How can I not think this is right?”

He seems to consider your question. His gaze briefly falls, then meets your eyes again.

“You don’t know me that well,” is his answer, with a wry turn of his lips. 

You reach back to caress his cheek. “Then tell me. Tell me about, um…tell me about how you became a hunter. From your dad’s journal, I got the sense that it’s a family thing.”

A vendetta, you wanted to say, but you keep that thought inside.

Dean chuckles, dropping another kiss onto your shoulder. You feel the pleasurable rasp of his stubble.

“Yeah, more like a family business,” he says. 

He tells you why John Winchester started writing in that journal in the first place. Dean explains it in his own words, of what his family was before and after a demon broke into his brother’s nursery. Your heart continues to break for him, over and over, the more story he tells. Your shock can only reach new heights when he tells you about angels and demons and everything in between. 

There are moments where he pauses, needing the time to find his words. He’s talked for so long that his knot finally softens, allowing you to withdraw from him, just to turn in his arms and be able to see his face. He bundles you in the blankets to keep you warm, but he also keeps you close, with a loose arm around your waist as he continues. 

You sense that he’s not telling you everything. How could he? A lifetime of blood and wins and incredible losses; family gained, and family lost, endless saves, and so many near misses. You listen with rapt attention (and a lot of shock) to everything he can share, but your heart twinges when you see how he struggles to talk about his mother’s most recent death. Then his best friend Cas. 

You realize that this man, for all his self-deprecation, is a hero. More so than you already knew.

“After the whole Chuck thing was done, I thought we’d just…go back to status quo. Me and Sam against the world, you know?” Dean says. He gives a rueful smile. “Then Sammy tells me he knocked up his mate.”

You smile. “You’re happy for him though.”

“Course I am,” Dean nods. “He never thought he’d get to have all that. A badass chick who can keep him on his toes, a house, the kid, the whole damn thing. He’s downright respectable again.”

His brotherly pride and his humor are tinged with something else though. You think you begin to understand. His losses have weighed him down, leaving him aimless and living in that in between, not unlike the ghosts he used to hunt. You know the feeling. 

You thread your fingers with his, earning his attention. 

“You can have that too, you know,” you say. “I mean, I don’t want to skip ahead, but I feel like things are going well here, despite the whole busted ankle thing.” 

Dean slowly smiles, shaking his head. He brings your hand up to his lips. 

“Okay, enough about my Hallmark movie life. What about you?” he asks. 

So you tell him. 

You two continue to share and explore, both in words and with your bodies, until morning comes. 

It’s another week in the cabin before Dean insists on helping you down the mountain. Your ankle has gotten a little better, but at this point, you need to see a doctor. It takes a couple of days, going as slow as you need to. He ends up carrying you for most of the way anyway. You tell him over and over that he doesn’t have to, but your alpha is stubborn. 

Once he gets you back to the city, you two take a shuttle to the nearest hospital. X-rays are taken, and you get a new cast for your officially fractured ankle. At the very least, you don’t need surgery. You’re able to call your mom from there and let her know where you’ve been, that you’re all right, and best of all…that you’ve found your mate. 

You cry along with her on the phone, this time for a good reason. The best reason. 

When you’re eventually released from the hospital, Dean picks you up in a sleek, black Chevy that has your eyes wide. 

He grins at the look on your face. “Hey, sweetheart. Come meet my Baby.” 

He parks the car and keeps the heater running while he comes around to you in swift strides. He takes your crutches and slides them into the backseat, then helps you into the passenger seat. 

“It’s beautiful, but my God, how old is this thing?”

“She. She’s a she.”

“Oh, pardon me,” you say in amusement. “Do I have some competition here?”

Dean gives you a teasing smirk. “Well, technically, she’s been with me a lot longer than you.” 

You scoff incredulously. He laughs and takes your hand, pressing a kiss into your palm. You discreetly study him and marvel at how much lighter he seems. You don’t know how much is because of this, what your hand in his symbolizes, and how much is because he’s reunited with something important to him. 

“It’s okay, Omega mine,” he says, with a measure of desire in his eyes. “From now on, you’re my priority.”

Your spine prickles with the same arousal you can feel from him through the bond. You lean across the way and share a thorough kiss. 

Until a horn honks loudly from behind. You both jolt, but Dean’s face falls into annoyance. He shoots up a choice finger at the car behind him in the rearview mirror. You laugh as he begins to peel out of the curved pick-up and drop-off zone in front of the hospital. 

“Where are we going, Dean?” you ask, still smiling in amusement. 

“Wherever we damn well please.” He turns to you with a hint of a smile reforming on his lips. “Want me to take you back home? We can sort out the logistics on, uh…well, this.”

You think about it. He poses a good idea, but at the same time, you’re not quite ready for this part of the adventure to end. 

“How long has it been since you’ve seen Sam?” you ask.

Dean blinks at your question. He whistles lowly. “About a year. Jesus, since my nephew was born.”

You smile and reach over, resting your hand on his thigh. 

“Let’s go see him, then,” you say. “I want to meet your family. Then you can meet mine.”

After that, you two can figure out the rest, like where to live, and how you’ll live. 

Dean raises a brow. “Really? That’s like, a thirteen-hour drive.”

You shrug. “I’ve always wanted to go on a real road trip. Can we get some food first though? I’m starving.” 

He laughs and nods as he stops the car at a red light.

“What do you know? A woman after my own heart,” he says. His amusement eases into a gentler smile the longer he stares at you. You smile back, and you give into the urge to lean in again, meeting your lips with his. He brushes your cheek tenderly with his thumb. 

“I know what this needs,” he says lowly. Your brows draw together in a silent question. 

He pulls away to reach into the side compartment along the driver door. He fishes out a cassette tape labelled Zeppelin IV. You bite your lip and try not to say anything smartassed.

Damn, this man is old school. 

He skips ahead until he finds Track 7, just as the light turns green. A melodious guitar riff fills the car as he turns onto the main road with your hand wrapped in his. 

Made up my mind to make a new start.

Going to California with an aching in my heart…

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[thatoneautisticshark]

Simon Riley was never one for caring too much about his title. To him lieutenant didn't so much mean, he was in charge and the boss. It meant. He had the responsibility to look after all those under him

Needless to say, it was stressful. Being a lieutenant wasn't fun. It was full of stress, death. And fucking paperwork.

The paperwork was honesty the worst of it. God damn paperwork. Needless to say, being a lieutenant didn't give him a power trip, and it certainly wasn't nice in bed.

He wasn't a man who had sex much. But when he did, he only ever slept with random civilians. For professional reasons he told himself. He didn't want to screw up his professional relationships.

In all honesty it was because he knew someone he knew would address him as Lieutenant. And it was honestly the biggest turn off he has ever experienced. Being called lieutenant feels like work.

He doesn't wanna be fucking reminded of paperwork, and training drills during sex thank you very much.

So he simply never had sex with people he knew. Which made him vaugly wonder why he ended up here.

Garricks tongue down his throat as the collapsed onto his bed. Hands grasping and squeezing where ever they could touch. Balaclava pushed up to his nose.

The kiss was far from gentle, teeth clashing while nail scraped against skin. But god it was hot. Garrick was hot. Hot enough that Simon allowed himself to be pushed against the bed, Kyle settling on his hips.

Simon topped he always did. But that cocky smirk on Kyle's lips made him weak in the knees. And being submissive made the chance of being referred to as lieutenant almost zero. He reasoned to himself, trying to frame his choice to bottom as being logical.

Kyle made quick work of both their shirts and pants. Simon allowed his gaze to shamelessly trace of his partner for the night. Of course he'd gotten some glimpses in the team showers before, but Jesus Kyle was hung.

It was probably around the same size as Simon's, but looked much bigger considering Kyle was much leaner then simon, so proportionly huge. Simon now felt a little bad for his past partners.

He didn't have much time to dwell on it however because Kyle was kissing him rough and pulling his head back to bare his neck. And he was biting. Jesus Simon didn't think his sergeants teeth were that sharp.

If he was slightly more with it he'd be embarrassed by the noises Kyle was managing to pull from him. The moans whimpers and whines. But he wasn't. All he could think off were the hands roaming his body and the sloppy bites and kisses trailing his body.

Kyles mouth finally reached his destination licking around simons balls and cock before down to his hole.

Simon gave a sharp inhale of breath as he felt the toungue all round his arse. It felt weird and foreign but so so good. He let his head fall back against the cushions.

"Ah shit" Kyle cursed from between his legs. Simon pushed himself up slightly, making a questioning noise.

"Forgot me fucking lube." Kyle grumbled looking up at the taller man. "Hm ... How much experience you have with this? Reckon you could take raw with a lot of prep?"

Simon blinked. "Uhm..well" He trailed off.

Kyle pinched his inner thigh, earning a yelp "Come on, I'm literally about to fuck you. Don't be shy. I'm not gonna think your a slut or something."

"Well... I kinda have never?"

Kyle blinked at him. "You never? You are missing out. I mean in honoured to be your first.. or actually probably not, cause I'm not about to take you no lube your first time"

Simon blinked at the word vomit that just left Kyle's mouth. The concern was sweet. But Simon definitely wasn't planning on stopping tonight. He gestured at his night stand "There's some in there. 'ts in the top drawer"

Kyle wasted no time grabbing it, popping the cap, and dousing his fingers. Simon lay his head back against the pillows. Allowing Kyle to move his legs and hike his body to a good position. Kyle knew more then him he supposed.

The first heavily lubed finger slowly pressing in was an odd feeling. Certainly not horrible, but odd. It burned a little bit didn't outright hurt. If simon had a bit more mind, he'd thank Gaz for the careful watch he had.

Kyle was watching his face, even with half of it still covered, for any full on discomfort. Simon gave a breathy moan as the finger got all the way in. It burned slightly, but the stretch was also pleasant.

Kyle slowly began moving it, reveling in the punched out moans he received. "Yeah. That's it lieutenant. That's it."

Simon froze. He felt like all the air was pushed out of his lungs. But not in the way he had before. It wasn't the feeling like being chucked in a cold pool, dimming any arosal.

No. If anything it amplified it ten fold. His dick was so hard it hurt. His sergeant, finger deep in him, calling him by his title did something to him. Considering the smirk quickly spreading across the others face, he could assume Kyle noticed too.

As the second finger slowly pushed in, Kyle put the new knowledge to use. "You like getting it from your own sergeant, hey lieutenant?"

The moan that spilled from Simons lips was down right sinful. "A-ah~ fuck...garrick!"

Before Simon even knew it, a third and fourth finger had stretched him out as he lay blissed out. Before all four fingers slipped out leaving him weirdly empty.

He didn't even have the brains to stop the frankly pathetic whimper that crawled up his throat. Contrary to what he expected, Kyle gently rubbed a thumb along his cheek. "Shh sweet boy. Relax, didn't want you cumming on my fingers, yeah?"

Sweet boy? Simon was far from sweet. And hardly anyone would be calling a 6'4 lieutenant a boy. But the name made his head swim. It sounded so good off Kyle's lips.

Those lips which were pressed to his as the hard cock slowly pressed against his hole. The stretch was insistent, and a bit uncomfortable, but not painful as Kyle slowly pressed all the way into the hilt.

It was weird and so tight. But so good. And he felt full. Stuffed, he could barely come up with a cohesive thought, the dick inside him touching places he didn't know he had. Let alone that they'd feel pleasurable.

He thought he was moaning and whinging against Kyles lips, but he honestly couldn't be sure. He felt so wound tight. So ready to snap.

When kyle rocked his hips, Simons head fell further back wacking the wall, prompting a giggle from Kyle.

He gently gripped Simons thighs shuffling down the bed "Let's move you away from the wall love".

Simon could just nod dumbly, a cockdrunk smile on his face.

It only took a few thrusts for him to come undone, in what was probably the most intense orgasm of his life. He didn't even register Kyle's pulling out and fishing himself off.

When he came back to it, Kyle had a shit eating grin "Fuck lieutenant. Anyone ever tell you how hot you are like that?"

And just like that Simons blood went right back to his cock.

(Okay so this was the original idea of @laswells-ashtray I asked her for an idea and she delivered with Simon hating being called lieutenant in bed, until Gaz calls him it. Very fun to write. Please if you have any ideas send them to me!)

[sinbiis]

i gave you life, and you took his face

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝  new!dad!xavier x new!mom!reader

⟢ synopsis : After nine months of anticipation, you’re left wondering how your newborn came into the world with one thing that looks so familiar—your husband’s features. with every smile, every giggle, every tiny gesture, it’s clear: this little one is the spitting image of Xavier. you’re not upset, no… it’s not like you didn’t carry him for nine months. he should have gotten at least one thing from you!

⟢ a/n : okay, hear me out on this. i always see stories of lads with their babies but it’s like, 9/10 times a little girl. don’t get me wrong, xavier would make a WONDERFUL girl dad (they all would i’ll demonstrate-), but i think xavier would 100% love his little boy with his whole being. he’s gonna teach him to love his mama and when they take incredibly long naps its concerning cause they don’t move??? so… :) also, i am currently in the process of creating a Masterlist, but I wanted to wait until i make like, 5 posts?? idk :) im a college student so we’ll see if that ever happens

⟢ warnings : contains so much fluff that you’ll sleep wonderfully tonight, some swears

⟢  w.c : 1.2k

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Today was the day.

Yet, despite careful planning weeks in advance of today’s date, you were nervous. 

You were currently resting at your and Xavier’s shared apartment, after some discussion, you both agreed it'd be best to move into yours. Not only was it closer to the ground floor, but Xavier also insisted after he remembered a certain baker was living next door now. With your swollen belly, pretty ring adorning your left hand, and now living together, he finally felt at ease. But as you sat comfortably on your brand new couch, which Xavier insisted on buying for your comfort (as he thinks no chair/couch is uncomfortable), you felt a sudden craving for some gummy bears. As you waddled into the kitchen, you opened your little cupboard above the sink and began rummaging through various other snacks. Your husband was a very doting man; any snack you could ever want and it’d be in the palm of your hands within minutes. 

But not the gummy bears, since they were out of your reach. 

Just as you were about to place your hand on the counter for a small boost, you felt something warm and wet dripping down your legs and a sudden stinging sensation. It's not too painful, but enough to make you immobilized in the kitchen. Whether lucky or not, the bathroom door opened just in time. Xavier appeared from the bathroom after a quick shower - a towel wrapped around his waist while another wrapped around his shoulders. “X-Xavier! I-, hahhh fuck,” you groaned, hand reaching out to grasp at the air as the other lay on your belly. “T-Think it’s time!” And you swear you’ve never seen Xavier move so fast. His form couldn’t be seen, only a trail of light that followed his movements. He was quick to grab your to-go back, a pillows, your slippers, anything that would make you comfortable on the way to the hospital and while you were at the hospital. 

Just as he reached out to take your hand, preparing to teleport you both to the next destination, you quickly jerked your hand back, shaking your head in mild panic. "W-We agreed no teleporting, remember?"

He paused, his fingers hovering awkwardly in the air for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. The silence stretched for a beat too long before his eyes flickered with realization. A flash of memory—the conversation—finally hit him like a wave, and he swore under his breath. "Shit, right. No teleporting." He sighed in defeat. "Where are the keys?" You sighed, trying not to laugh at his sudden shift from calm to flustered. “On the c..counter, next to the fruit bowl,” you responded quickly, clutching your stomach as another wave of contraction hit. You felt the pressure mounting, and it was clear you weren’t going to make it much longer if he didn’t hurry the hell up.

His hands fumbled with the keys as he shot you a glance of both panic and apology. “I’m trying—I’m trying, okay? Just—fuck, why is everything in this damn house so complicated?” You took a deep breath, willing yourself to stay calm, even though your whole body was shaking with the rush of it all. “You’ve got seconds, Xavier. Get the keys—now.” Finally, he snatched them from the counter, his face twisted in urgency. “Right, right—got it.” He turned toward the door, his voice rising as he fumbled to grab his jacket. “We’re gonna make it, okay? We’ve got this. Just—breathe, alright?”

“I’m not doing anything but trying to stay conscious here,” you gasped, the contractions getting closer together. Your voice was tight with panic. “Xavier—now!!”

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The ride to the hospital was a messy one. With each contraction hitting harder and sooner, and with Xavier trying to keep you calm with soothing rubs, you felt nothing but irritation and some waves of sadness. 

“It hurts, Xavier..!” “I know my star, just please hold out, we’re almost there.”

“You did this to me!” “I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“Honk! Get them t-to move, fuck!” “My star, we’re already here.”

Getting out of the car proved to be tricky, your legs felt like they were giving out with every step you took, so you lovingly yelled at your husband to get you a wheelchair – to which he was already hurrying back with one. 

As he pushed you into the emergency room, the nurses were quick to get you prepped and rushed off to the delivery room. And through it all, Xavier remained by your side. He held your hand as you went through four intense hours of pushing, grueling the pain of your intense grasp. Just when you thought you couldn’t go on for a second longer, there was a sharp, intense release. The pressure lifted for the briefest moment, and everything seemed to slow. Your body went still as if time itself had taken a breath.

And then, you heard it.

The high, desperate cry of your baby boy—the sound that would forever mark the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. You could hardly believe it at first, still lost in the haze of pain and exhaustion. The cry echoed through the room, a primal sound that filled every corner of your soul with overwhelming love and relief. Tears welled up in your eyes as you turned to Xavier, who was already blinking back his own. He smiled at you, a look of awe on his face that you hadn’t seen before. His hand, still tightly wrapped around yours, was now trembling with emotion. He leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, before finally your lips. The feeling of his tears falling onto your face made this moment unforgettable. You now had a family.

The nurses were quick to clean him off before gently laying him against your chest for some skin-on-skin. And in that moment, everything felt perfect. 

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The next morning rolled by, and you and Xavier were cuddling in your bed, your son resting against Xavier’s naked torso. The nurses had suggested that the dad participated, and there was no way Xavier would pass up the opportunity. But as you stared down at your son, his big blue eyes looked back up at you. Your eyes trailed to his hair, which resembled that of Xaviers. A lush gray-blonde mixture, just a tad bit darker. Then to his little button nose, just like Xavier’s. He even had a light complexion, just like your husband’s. 

Your brows furrowed for a moment. Xavier glanced down at you after noticing you went quiet mid-conversation about ordering hotpot once you guys arrived home. “What’s wrong?” He hummed gently, laying his hand gently on your thigh while the other held his son. “Hmph… I carried you for nine months, and you came out looking exactly like your father,” your finger wiggled in front of your son, who only cooed as he stared at the foreign object waving in front of him. A smile then graced your face, your hand gently resting on top of Xavier’s as you leaned forward to press a kiss to your baby’s forehead.

“You’re perfect.♥”

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[cicobuffs]

pondering about a zombie apocalypse au for challengers...i feel like i've seen it before but i'm not sure...

you already know that tashi is the one who's the defacto 'leader' of the group...she's resourceful, a planner, doesn't take shit at all in any way whether it be from other people in the group or people that are encountered along the way. she learned quick how to work her way around a weapon for the sake of the people around her and her own life.

patrick is loud and rambunctious and is a complete representation of brute force. i can see him using a blunt force weapon type deal: a bat probably. he’s the one to go to for supply runs i think because he fucks around to a point where he knows when shit gets serious on a run and to lock in. he’s definitely starting shit on accident (sometimes) with people in the group, too, which sometimes attributes to some people leaving or some people staying to a point.

art is strategic, someone who pinches penny’s, or in this case bullets or cans of food. he uses a gun but never wastes a bullet: he’s a thinker, always wondering if he really needs to drop a shell for one reason or another. he’s good backup in that way where he has saved everyone’s skin in one way or another.

they run into you when you’re just surrounded by a group of the undead (walkers? idk what to call them i’m gonna be fr) and usually in a situation like this they would just leave because in the dire situation the world is in at the current moment, they can’t waste anything on just one person but they decided to say fuck it and take care of the whole undead situation for you.

and you’re badly beaten and bruised, hot to the touch like you have a fever, slumped to the ground after your attackers are back to what they’re supposed to be: dead. tashis the one to inspect you, to look for bites anywhere and you’re just conscious enough to say that you know you haven’t been bitten.

they haul you back to where they’ve set up camp and essentially nurse you back to health but over time there was a type of attachment that formed with them to you: art still bringing a cup of purified water to your lips even when you know you can pick it up yourself, patrick insisting that you stay back and rest while he tries to find something for you to eat when you’ve been saying you could come with him to hunt for a few days, and tashi refusing to hand you a weapon because “you’re still too weak” but you know damn well that your strength is, in fact,back.

and the worry was endearing for a while of course but it came to a point where you yourself started getting worried because you’ve been better for a bit now and can start fending for yourself but it’s things like “no, you can’t. you still have to rest,” and “you just stay here and i’ll take care of it,” being said that make you stay for a while longer despite your doubts. and who are you to deny the hospitality of people that are just so desperate to give it to you?

[mikeypubes]

drop the Mikey Sano headcanons magic man and my life is yours 🙏🙏

(Please and thank you 😌)

*ೃ༄ sano manjiro relationship headcanons .ೃ࿐

[ Note: now how did you know i was already writing this... 🤨 but i hope you enjoy this love 🥰 ]

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SFW

i don’t think he realized his feelings immediately, but he wouldn’t be totally clueless either

draken definitely worked wonders to get you guys together, and he's always making the tough decisions for you guys’ relationship because God knows Mikey can’t 🤗

he won’t confess until he’s totally sure you like him back, and even then, he’s not gonna tell you how he feels, he’ll just go “wanna be my girlfriend 😎” and try to play it off cool

now you’re basically just his buddy that he gropes occasionally

when he gets comfortable around you, his immensely childish and immature side comes out

he’s gonna drag you into his pranks, he’s always go to cafes and eat with you, he’s always and I mean ALWAYS sleeping over at your house. It's not your house, it’s his

he sprawls all over your bed like it belongs to him after dirtying it with snacks and throwing around bike magazines

he does not give two fucks about privacy, if he wants to do anything to you, you best bet he's gonna do it right in front of all creation

his ways of showing love include: back hugs, cheek kisses, sleeping on your lap, pouting all the time and demanding attention and kisses, taking you out on motorcycle rides at night, and making you do dumb shit with him

he has really rare moments where he’s so genuine and quiet and he does something sensual and romantic

like you guys are standing on a bridge at night with his motorcycle parked on the side and he has one of his moments where he just stares out at the sky in silence

then he's gonna look over at you and tells you something he's never told anyone before or press a soft kiss to your lips 🫦

but don't get too excited, because he will NAWT remember anniversaries or birthdays 😜

draken has to bring it up for him to remember to get you a present

now this man gets jealous a LOT. it's not serious jealousy where he deadass thinks you’re gonna leave him, it’s just petty possessiveness

if you start laughing a bit too much with some other guy, he's just gonna 🤨 and start ignoring you till you kiss his feet basically

he’s really protective, though. he’s affiliated with gangs and he has a TON of enemies, so he’s gonna go to far lengths to make sure you’re always safe

if you’re not, well… I think we all know what would go on lololol

all of the toman captains know you very well thanks to Mikey's not-so-discreet displays of affection, and the extra members are always warned not to lay a finger on you

mikey really wanted you and his best friends to get along together, and it made him so relived when you did. You guys hang out at cafes, go on motorcycle rides, sometimes he brings you along to Toman meetings, if you really begged

ok this is so random but him and his gf would lowkey have conversations with like one in the bathroom shitting and the other talking outside the door

on the not-so-green-flag side, dating him is kind of exhausting

like he'd be childish 99% of the time but then he doesn't show the very emotional and dark sides of him at all, so when he's not feeling okay, he'll put a wall between you guys and you'd have no clue wtf is even going on

and at some point he's gonna try to keep you away from him if he feels that he can't control himself anymore

you have to cognitively empathetic basically if you wanna have a shred of emotional intimacy, and he would dodge your attempts so constantly it's tiring

he's so high maintenance lowkey and if you're not into physical affection you're doomed

he would expect you to have snacks at your disposal and he'd constantly steal your food and drinks

he does NOT notice physical changes in you

you could get your nails done, change your entire wardrobe, change your perfume, and cut your hair and he'd be like "what do you mean smt changed"

but if your mood changes a small tiny bit, he'd try his hardest to make you laugh again

one day, you had a place you were getting ready to go to and he insisted on doing your hair and it turned out like chopped shit

you're gonna get into arguments a LOT so be prepared ! he's lowkey a total shithead when it comes to that

like he'd ignore you and act annoying but then he'd acc start missing you a lot and apologize once you two are alone

he would really try to make you happy and content, he'd hate seeing you upset

and your relationship would improve a lot the more you two grow up because I can see grown up Mikey being much more responsible and uh... put together? He wouldn't do anything that annoys you seriously

like as teenagers, he would be really childish, he might ogle at other girls sometimes (he wouldn't cheat though !), get into a lot of arguments with you because he's just irresponsible

NSFW

his libido was probably not that high before you guys started dating, like he'd probably jerk off twice or three times a week

after you started dating is a whole other topic though...

he cannot keep his mind un-dirty

if you bend over, you should expect him to grab your butt or stare at it at the very least

if you hug him, his mind and eyes are gonna be on ONE thing only 😁

if you kiss him, 9 times outta 10, it's gonna escalate

doesn't let you shower alone

you guys are gonna hate me for this but he's lowkey still gonna watch porn and read mags even after dating 😭

he definitely asked you to watch porn with him 😀

he'd even have a specific preference, like he would like girls with big boobs and nice thighs, really soft skin but he wouldn't like the girl toooo skinny, and he probably prefers long hair, bonus if it's blonde or brown

and he wouldn't understand why you're mad about it, like he'd think it's a joke until you slap him

(talking about slaps, he definitely gets slapped a lot in this relationship 👍)

if he ever stops the porn stuff, he'll have to replace it with a lot of... uh, action !

and he wouldn't give a SHIT where y'all do it as long as you do it

you guys definitely did it at school more than once when you were skipping class in a storage room or some shit

he'd deffff like receiving more than giving

i'm so sorry but he definitely enjoys blowjobs the most, and he'd grip your hair and choke you on it

he'd apologize later but does it again every time

he would have his arms behind his head or playing a video game as you suck him off !

he'd try eating you out and the first time, he was TERRIBLE but then slowly got better at it

when he's in the mood, he's merciless like he'll keep going till you're crying

omg this is really embarrassing to write

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[thriller1ruler]

GIGGLY BUG -(part one)

ler: gi-hun lee: in-ho

A/N: help this is my first fanifiction aaargghh this took sm but yh hope you like it!! a feedback would help alot 😋 i sadly cant remember much of s2 what they exactly talked abt and stuff, so sorry abt that but,i tried my best!!

Summary: in-ho has been feeling a little odd after the talk abt his wife with Gi-hun, the man that played these games before. suddenly, player 456 got an wonderful idea how to turn his frown upside down!

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Everyone had fallen asleep and another game was defeated. most of those people there decided to stay, typing the O in the first round.

Gi-hun sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly into the wall, thinking. the silence of the room echoed his thoughts, amplifying the emptiness he couldnt shake off. "will i ever be able to end this game? "what if i end up like last time and all of the new people i met would die infront of my eyes again.? "what if i would die? could they keep it out without me??" The weight of everything that happened pressed down on his chest. he was lost in his thoughts when suddenly, in-ho sat next to him. "excuse me" he said. Gi-hun came back to reality. "sorry if i came so unexpected. i found it difficult to fall asleep, and i saw that you had the same issue..i wanted to apologize, about what happened after the decide to stay or not." he told extra. "...no..its fine, i apologize also. i was out of line." gi-hun spoke, looking at in-ho's eyes. "my wife is very sick.."

Gi-hun attentively listened as In-ho shared his concerns about his ill and pregnant wife, comprehending every word he expressed. He regonized that number 001 teared up a little and felt down after ending the topic..oh boy, what's he gonna do now? "...it had been a while since i cheered up people.." he thought, feeling a little awkward.

In a moment of inspiration, Gi-hun conceived a brilliant idea, but wasnt sure if he should ACTUALLY do this. A little bit of cheer up tickles wouldnt hurt this sorrowful man right now, would it..?

While in-ho was looking down, entering more into darkness, gi-hun slowly reached his hands..aiming in-ho's sides. "please work, please work, please work..!" after a moment of silence, the quite room suddenly earned a sound of a squeal. There we go!

"...whahat are you..?"

"dont make any loud noises, alright?"

"whahaAHA-?! wahihit hohOLd on!!"

Gi-hun was also unsure what he brang himself into. He thought cheering up other ones, would maybe cheer up him too. he digged his fingers more into his new friends sides. In In-ho's mind, he didnt know what to feel either. Since when he has been this ticklish?? so many unanswered questions, but sadly no right answer. He could kick Gi-hun's face right now, but seems like the tickling made him weak.

"whahat is thihis fohohor?! people are sleheheping!!!"

"..you seemed sad. and instead of just staring at you, i thought i would help a little." gi-hun explained.

"we couhuhu- EHAHAHA wahihit wAIhihit CMOHOHON-! thihis is nohohot helpihing!!"

oh god. when was this going to end? and why..did his body suddenly unlock parts which wasnt even ticklish at all?? gi-hun's hands weren't making the situation any better!! slow-tickles were hell for this man. he hided his face with his hands, trying not to let out any weird noises, laying on gi-huns bed, in a giggly mess. Number 456 hands switched the spots and went up on his ribs, scribbling slowly up and down.

"you know, you remind me of my little daughter.. she was a squirmer like you" gi-hun added. now it was getting awkward. "did he just compare me to a little girl??" Gi-hun noticed his emberassment, he couldnt help but let out a little chuckle. "i thought you were a serios man huh..?" "QUIHIHIT IHIHIT!! ehehe- ihihim cheered uhup, sEehehehe?" his giggles turned into silent laughter, but sadly not for a long time. Gi-hun decided to go for his armpits now, finding this situation kinda adorable. "khahahaha! OHOHOKAY everhyhything but nohohot nOhohow! THIHIS is chihildish..ihihi cAhant!!"

"..." gi-hun chuckled even more. humans do have 2 sides. "not now, eh? you want to have more?" "shihihihit!!" in-ho was about to scream and shoot this man without any guilt, cursing the day he invinted him to this game.

Now, In-ho grabbed Gi-huns pillow and positioned it infront of his face, just letting the laughter go. Laughing like this..was a pleasant. he kinda enjoyed this moment, being clingy and everything without any intruptions. Gi-hun didnt mind this at all. He just thought that in-ho seemed to look like a little puddle, asking for tummy pats. laughing a little with him.

oh, humans do really have 2 sides.

aaaa my first fanific oh my oh myyyyyyy EEEEEE i think im abt to explode i aint THAT proud of this but like mwah im happy abt it ehe!!.

[lillaydee]

Head Over Heels Part 10

Jackson!Joel / Reader

Special Guest Appearance by a Certain FBI Agent who may or may not look a lot like Joel.

You left the loneliness of your home and headed to Jackson with Joel and the teenage girl he was with, hoping your new life would be less lonely. You should've stayed alone.

WARNING:

Non-canon Compliant, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel Lives (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Loneliness, Trauma.

MEGA WARNING: Descriptions of Attempted Sexual Assault.

@copperhalfcent @joelalorian @vickie5446 @peelieblue @nandan11 @liciafonseca @senoratess @denisanoemi @lovefreylove @heartpatch

SERIES MASTER LIST

Part 9

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You stood outside that door for a while, even had time to sit down and rest between knocks. No one answered the door. You felt like you’d been knocking for hours when the door finally opened, a bewildered looking Joel frowning at the sight of you.

“Ellie asked me to meet her here. I knocked, but…”

“Door wasn’t locked. Why didn’t you just come in?”

“Erm, I don’t know about you, Joel, but I was taught that it was rude to barge into people’s homes without knocking.”

He smiled.

And for the first time since knowing him, you realized it.

He was actually smiling.

He tilted his head inwards, silently asking you to come in. You did. “You don’t ever have to knock when coming here, Elena. This will always be your home. Even if you are not living in it,” he said, shutting the door behind him.

“After what I saw at Liv and Diana’s, I won’t be barging in without knocking anywhere ever again, thank you very much. No more accidental bare asses for me. Nu’uh. That one time was enough.”

His smile got wider, his dimple showing.

You didn’t know what came over you, but you took a step towards him and placed your left pinkie in the dip of his dimple. His eyes closed involuntarily, his head tilting for more contact than you were offering. You opened your hand, palming his cheek, and his hand came up to cover yours, his head moving like a cat’s, nudging his face into your palm.

“You shaved,” you whispered, hardly able to keep your eyes opened yourself. You had no idea why it came out as a whisper. But it did. You found yourself fighting the urge to just place your other hand on his other cheek and pull his lips down to your own.

“I thought you liked clean shaven men,” he whispered back, his eyes still closed.

“I liked you with the scruff. Always wondered what they would feel like against my face,” you heard yourself say.

Shit. Where did that come from?

His eyes snapped open. But they were not the usual sharp, angry Joel Miller eyes, they were soft, albeit shocked, curiously searching your own for answers.

“You did?”

You pulled your hand off his face, but he wouldn’t let go of your hand. Fuck. Why did you say that out loud? Sure, this was a thought you couldn't stop thinking about since your crush developed, but he didn't need to know that.

Fuck. You'd spoiled this new, good thing you two had been having now.

You took a step back, your entire body feeling like they had taken a darker shade of red. But he took a step towards you instead. You couldn’t even lift your head up, your eyes focused on his knees for whatever reason.

“Elena,” his voice was so soft, almost pleading.

You looked up to him, your lips trembling from how embarrassed and nervous you were. Were you really gonna do this? Were you really gonna tell Joel Miller you’d had a helpless crush on him all this while?

He took both of your hands in his.

“Elena, did you mean what you said?”

You nodded, bracing yourself for his rejection, his mocking, anything.

“Since when?”

Your heart was thundering so hard you were surprised he couldn’t hear it.

“Maybe the third or fourth time we met.”

He stared at you, trying to find out if you were fibbing, but took a chance and told you, "I have you beat, then."

“What do you mean?”

“I fell for you the moment I saw you. I literally fell head over heels for you, Elena.”

What?

You couldn’t believe it. All this while?

“But… you never acknowledged me. You never spoke to me.”

“Neither did you.”

Okay, he’s got you there.

“I couldn’t. Tess. She’s my friend,” you said, touching the necklace she gave you. “Why had you never said anything?”

He smiled a little, “Tess… I was with her, I couldn't do that... and Bill... He didn’t want me anywhere near you. Watched me like a hawk and warned me to stay away from you.”

You could only smile sadly back at him.

Well, there was no use being mad at Bill now.

“You really prefer the scruff?”

You nodded, laughing a little.

“Then no razor shall touch my face from now on. I only shaved because…” he stopped, looking a bit flustered. He scrunched his face a little, awkwardly telling you, "I thought you preferred clean shaven men… like Marcus."

You laughed out loud, his face turning redder by the second. “Marcus is my friend, Joel. I don’t see him like that.”

He looked genuinely relieved, laughing at himself over his own insecurity. He placed his hand on your cheek, so happy you didn’t swat it away.

“Can we have a do-over?” you asked him, hope filling your heart. “Maybe, get to know each other again?”

“Maybe I can take you out, or something?” he asked, his eyes fixed on your yours. It was strange, but very much welcomed.

“Like a date?”

He blushed so hard it was hard not to tease him. Give me a break, he said. He hadn’t asked anyone out in 25 years. Your smile faltered a little bit, "Not even Vanessa or Esther?"

“I have never been interested in them. As far as I'm concerned, Vanessa’s just someone in my patrol team. Esther’s just someone I fixed something for once. She came to me at the Bison asking me if I could fix her cabinet. I asked her some questions, went over the next day and when I was leaving, she tried to kiss me. I said no. I told her I’m not interested. Many, many times.”

You took his hand off your face, sitting down on the couch. “You walked Vanessa to the greenhouse, Joel, and you took Esther to Betty’s birthday.”

He sat next to you, telling you he had never actually walked Vanessa to the greenhouse. She misunderstood. He was always on his way to pick you up, and she happened to be on her way out of her house. She thought he was walking her, but really, he was just trying to make an effort with you.

And Esther, he just wanted to shut Tommy up. And, in his defence, he made sure he was the least presentable he could be that night, not that he was a presentable man in the first place. So the fact that he went on 'the date' in sweaty, muddy clothes fresh out of patrol with his hair looking like a bird's nest and his pits stinking said a lot. She just didn’t get the hint at first.

Okay, that’s a bit better then. But...

"If you really do feel that way about me, why did you ignore me? Why didn't you tell me when we were literally living under the same roof? I thought you didn't want me here," you whispered, your eyes filling with tears, the hurt he caused coming back to your mind.

He hung his head in shame, "I was terrified you didn't feel the same way, and that morning you made us breakfast... I just kept thinking... what if i got used to this and something happened to you? For real? How would I survive? I can't..." his lips quiverred, his eyes moistened, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions at bay.

You nodded. “Do-over.”

"I'm sorry I made you feel like that, Elena. Trust me, it's not you. It's me. I have a problem, but I'm trying to be better, I'll do better... please... give me a chance, Elena, I won’t hide from you anymore. I'll answer any questions you have, I promise. Do-over?”

His hand was back on your face, and this time, it was you who couldn’t help but close your eyes at the sensation. You leaned into his hand, putting your own hand over his. You could feel him move closer to you, his breath blowing softly on your face.

“SORRY! Sorry, I was babysitting Jake and… oh shit,” the sound of the door wrenching open and Ellie’s shout made you and Joel jump away from each other as if someone threw ice cold water on you. You looked at the teenager, the most disappointed look on her face. “Fuck... did I just interrupt a first kiss attempt? I’ll go back out, pretend I was never here,” she yelled, her voice fading as she ran out, slamming the door behind her.

You and Joel stared at each other for a while before bursting out laughing. You stood up, telling him you should go after her. She actually needed help with her homework, so you should get to it. He nodded, standing up to open the door for you. See you around, you told him. See you at dinner, he said, opening the door.

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You went out into the hall from the kitchen carrying a tray of mashed potatoes to pass on to Hank, the man in charge of the mess hall. People were already milling around, waiting for his say so to begin getting dinner. You saw Marcus standing with Will and Tommy somewhere near the entrance, talking animatedly to each other. You went back inside, getting the green beans and came back out and this time, Esther had joined the little group, standing next to Marcus, batting her eyelashes at him. You tilted your head towards them when Diana came out to pass the baskets of apples to you, her face morphing into one of annoyance, giving you a ‘what do you expect from her?’ kinda look. You just raised your eyebrows at her, shaking your head a little.

“Hey, Elena!” Esther’s voice rang out. You turned to see her marching towards you, her nostrils flaring. “What the fuck is your problem with me?”

What?

“I don’t know how you’ve managed to keep Joel away from me, but now you turned Marcus against me? You can’t have them both, Elena. Your witchcraft doesn’t fool me. How is it that you had both the hottest men in Jackson wrapped around your little finger? You’re not even dating either of them! What, you don’t want them but no one else can have them? What a greedy bitch!”

“Esther, stop,” Maria coming over to pull her back from being in your face.

“Oh, here comes your Mayor friend. Must be nice to have friends in high places, huh Elena? Of course she’s on your side!” she was positively screaming by now. The whole hall had gone quiet, everyone just watching this woman lose her head at you.

“Esther,” Maria sounded exasperated by now, “Stop. If men are not interested to go out with you, Elena has nothing to do with it.”

Esther huffed, “She said something to them. I’m sure of it. No men has ever resisted me before those two. It’s her, I know it.”

Some of the men in the hall snorted, some just started snickering outright.

“What are you all laughing at? You know I’m right. None of you said no to me,” she snarled.

“Yeah, that’s because you gave it out for free, Esther. Notice that none of us went back for seconds,” a man’s voice said.

The whole hall turned to see who it was.

Pete. Vanessa’s husband. According to what you’d heard, he was basically the male version of Esther, except he’s married.

Esther was seething. You could see her chest heaving. She picked up the bread knife from the serving table and started towards you. You didn’t even flinch, striking her in the face with the lower palm of your hand as hard as you could.

She fell back, the knife clattering to the ground, her hand on her nose. Blood was pouring out of her nostrils, very quickly staining her exposed cleavage and dress.

“You broke my nose! You bitch!” she got back up and picked up the knife, Will and Marcus stopped her, Will disarming her with his knee. She screamed, telling everyone he dislocated her shoulder. Maria rolled her eyes, telling them to take her to the doctor, and then to the quarantine house. They took her out, her screaming profanities at you and Maria, spitting on anyone who was in her way.

Maria turned to check if you were okay, her face switching into panic as she saw your arm. You looked down to see a gash on your left forearm. Esther must’ve managed to slash you. Blood was dripping down your fingers, and you placed your other hand on the gash to stop the bleeding.

The crowd parted, and Joel rushed towards you, his face scrunched up with worry. He tore a strip off his flannel, pulling you gently to sit on a chair nearby.

“Take your hand away, darling,” he said, quickly wrapping the strip on your gash as soon as you did, tying it as tightly as he could. Despite the sharp pain from your injury, you could still feel the blush creep on your face at his term of endearment for you. He looked at Maria, anger clearly written all over his face, “Esther did this?”

Maria didn’t answer. Joel got up and began to stride out the door, but Tommy stopped him. Joel fought his brother, telling him to step aside, unrelenting until you called his name. He stopped, quickly turning around to get to you.

“Don’t lose it, Joel. I’m fine, a few stitches at most,” you told him.

“She cut you.”

“And I broke her nose.”

“You did?” he couldn’t help but look impressed, looking at Maria, who proudly nodded. She told him to take you to the clinic and proceeded to tell the hall that the show was over.

As Joel helped you up and guided you out of the hall, his arm around you, Vanessa watched from her table with a sad, longing look on her face. Joel had stayed completely away from her, even during patrol, spending more time with other riders, deliberately so.

Pete noticed, following her line of sight, before angrily telling her that he was right there. She coldly responded that so was she, and yet, he still went galivanting around town fucking every women who would have him.

Pete watched as you stopped to get your keys from Diana, who gave you a big hug. He had always watched you, he thought you were beautiful, but you were not that… interesting… for his taste. Bit too old for his liking. But tonight, seeing how feisty you were, and how much Joel Miller, the man he knew his wife was losing her mind over cared about you, he had a new mission in mind.

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Esther was sitting on the chair in the middle of the makeshift courtroom, a disbelieving look on her face. Sewage management, or patrol. Those were her choices as punishment for her actions in the hall last night.

She didn’t want to be on sewage duty. It stunk. Gross.

And being on patrol was scary. She could die.

She wanted to stay at the saloon, where she was safe and could spend all her time getting pretty.

She asked the committee what your punishment was. Nothing, Maria said.

“She broke my nose!”

“Because you lunged at her with a knife.”

“She humiliated me!”

“You humiliated yourself.”

“She called me a whore!”

“All of us were there, even we can testify she did no such thing.”

“Oh, come on Maria. You’re just defending her because she’s your friend.”

“Am I? You attacked a resident of Jackson for no reason at all, Esther. You must face the consequences. If she had done the same to you, she would’ve faced consequences too.”

Esther opened her mouth to retaliate, but Hank reminded her to choose her words very, very carefully. She shut her mouth after that, thinking about the choice she had to make.

“Will I at least be on Joel’s team for patrol?”

“I wouldn’t count on it. He’s furious at you right now.”

“Marcus’s?”

“What is wrong with you Esther?” Maria snapped. “Even now, all you could think of is getting it on with these men who clearly said no to you?”

Esther slumped on her chair, defeated.

“I just don’t get why they are so crazy for her.”

Ike finally spoke up, sitting straight on his chair.

“Maybe they like her because she’s nice? Because she actually talks to them? Be friends with them?”

Esther rolled her eyes, conceding to sewage management instead.

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“What the heck are you doing here?” Joel’s voice boomed in the kitchen as you cracked the God knows however many eggs you were cracking into the pot.

“Working?”

He took a deep, frustrated breath, walking towards you.

“Stay right there, Mister, you haven’t got a hair net on. This is a kitchen, I don’t need people finding hair in their scrambled eggs.”

He put his hands up, staying put. “You were supposed to be home resting,” he said, his voice softening.

“I told her that, it’ll be easier to just pick her up and carry her home,” Diana said, aggressively chopping the potatoes.

Joel made a contemplative face, and you raised a hand at him, telling him you would scramble him in the pot too if he so much as tried to pick you up.

“Just let the man take you home, Elena,” Marcus’s tired voice came chiming in, Will and Benny standing with him, shaking their heads at you. They’d been out on patrol all night, stopping at the hall for some breakfast before going home to sleep their weariness away.

“Go, Elena, please,” Benny pleaded.

“It’s just a cut, guys, I’m fine…” you sighed.

“Elena…” Will warned with a tone you had heard since birth, the one he only used when he was too tired to deal with your excuses whenever he tried to get a very stubborn you to go to bed, the one that meant he was about to lose it, and like a Pavlovian dog you wiped your hands on your apron and took it off. He wouldn’t have a problem with your threats. So you hung your apron on the hook and walked out meekly, Will telling you that face wasn’t going to work on him, ever, so don’t even try it. He winked at Joel, telling him they’ll talk. He needed to learn your tricks, he said. Joel started laughing, following you out of the kitchen, before stopping abruptly when you turned to give him a stern look, giving you a cheeky smile, turning you around by the shoulder to walk you home.

It was as if he was a whole new man. Light, happy, smiley, cheery, especially around you. He was so worried that night when he brought you to the clinic, not taking his arm away from you for a second. Will and Marcus could only laugh quietly when you shot them warning glares at their sly smiles that night, knowing you would give them a hard time if they dared tease you their hunches about Joel being right all along. He stayed with you that night, sleeping on your couch, but not before sitting by your bedside until you fell asleep.

And this time, you knew you were not dreaming about the caresses you felt on your face and hair as you drifted off.

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“Joel?” Vanessa called out as you and Joel walked out of the hall, his arm around your shoulder. “See you at patrol in a bit?” she asked, her eyes latching on his arm on your shoulder.

“Actually, Tommy’s taking my place today. I asked for the day off,” he said.

“But…” she said, before stopping, eyeing you.

Joel whispered to you to wait for him in front of the clinic. He needed to talk to Vanessa. As soon as you were gone, he turned to face her.

“Vanessa, maybe you should be reassigned. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be in the same team anymore.”

“No, please, Joel. I want to be with you. I like you. I feel safe with you.”

“That’s the problem, Vanessa. You can’t like me like that, telling people I walk you to the greenhouse, cooking for me, it’s not right. People talk, Vanessa. I don’t see you like that, you’re married.”

“I’ll leave him for you, Joel. Please. I love you,” she pleaded.

“Sorry, Vanessa, but I don’t feel like that about you. I never have. I never will. I’ll talk to Tommy and Maria soon, this has to stop,” he said, his voice gentle, trying hard not to dismiss her. As deluded as she was, she had never crossed the line with him. She didn’t deserve any harshness from him.

As Vanessa pleaded for Joel to reconsider, tears brimming her eyes, you were joined on the bench in front of the clinic by none other than Pete.

“You know they’re fucking, right?” he asked you.

You ignored him. Even you knew that was not true.

“We should get together, get back at them,” he cooed. “Maybe you should try a younger man for a change. I’ll show you a good time, doll.”

“Leave me alone, Pete.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. I am as good as they say, you know. Come on…” he coaxed, stroking your uninjured arm with his fingers. You pulled your hand away, standing up to get away from him.

“Hey!” Joel shouted.

“Relax Miller, we were just chatting, weren’t we?” Pete said, eyes on you. “Miller won’t always be around to keep you satisfied, sweetheart. The sooner you realize that the better off you’ll be,” he said in a low voice, his lips curving into a leering smile before turning around and joining his wife, grabbing her harshly by the arm and pulling her into the hall.

“You okay? Did he touch you?” Joel asked. You shook your head, not wanting to set him off. Not wanting to separate from him at all, for that matter.

But something was telling you that that won’t be your final encounter with Pete. And you didn’t like it.

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Part 11