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chelseypprimrose · 10 months

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Home Movie / Negan x Reader / S7 / 18+

Warnings: daddy kink, oral, unprotected/rough sex, slight dom!negan, talk of masturbation, Negan references himself as “the big bad wolf” (cringe but I love it), creampie, forbidden attraction, talk of voyerism, use of derogatory language, glove/leather kink (slightly)

Summary: Negan finds a smut tape of you on the video camera at Alexandria and makes it his mission to seek you out.

A/N: I got this idea in my head while I was watching the episode of season 7 where the saviours first visit Alexandria with Negan and he finds Rick’s confessional video as he’s emptying the houses out. also inspired by another Negan series called Polaroids by @reevesdriver on here as it’s one of my faves ever! 🫶🏼 I just had to write a Negan imagine in the TWD universe again bc as much as I like pre apocalypse Negan, I needed to write apocalypse Negan because there isn’t anything sexier to me than a murderous man swinging a barbed wire bat and talking about his dick, hope u enjoy 🤍 x

“Goddamn it.” You huffed out, a long breath leaving your lips as you shoved the deer that was on your shoulders further up to prevent yourself from dropping it on the ground. You’d been gone since the crack of dawn, with Daryl gone at this point in time, you were one of the best hunters that Alexandria still had. While you felt some type of way about putting in so much effort for someone else to just take the shit you’d risked your life for, you knew Rick needed people on his side at the moment. It would be foolish to try and be defiant right now, too much blood had been spilt recently and you didn’t want to be the reason it continued. Yeah, you’d played your part in the attack on the outpost but you’d all been in acceptance that it was just that outpost. That once that was cleared, you were rid of the foreboding threat that was the Saviours. How wrong you’d been in that moment, it was only the beginning.

You were now dealing with the aftermath of Negan, having to risk life and limb, bend over backwards to make him happy, the asshole. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’d had to hold your tongue to stop yourself from verbally berating his people, knowing what the consequences of giving them a piece of your mind would be. You hadn’t been there when he had killed Abe and Glenn, only hearing the horrid, sordid details after the fact.

The blood from the deer that you’d managed to kill was seeping into your white tee, making your shoulders feel sticky and matting up in the tips of your hair. You signalled a high pitched whistle, waiting for the large dark beige gate to be opened, allowing you enter back into Alexandria. Your eyes found the large sign, “Alexandria Safe Zone: Mercy for the Lost. Vengeance for the Plunderers.” You scoffed, how fucking ironic. The gate began to be moved, revealing three large vans parked up just a couple feet away from the entrance, the Saviour vans. “For fuck sake.” You thought, what could that bastard want with you now, you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous.

“Negan, you’ll want to see this.” Negan turned to look at the saviour approaching him, holding out a small silver video recorder. “Well, what do we have here Grimes? Got my fingers crossed for a little freaky deaky!” He grinned, crossing his fingers in front of Rick’s face. He slid his hand into the leather handle of the camera, a video of Rick coming into view, looking a lot more threatening than he did now. He could barely make out it was Rick, with the massive beard grown on his face he wasn’t used to seeing. “Woah! Is that you? Underneath all that man bush? Holy shit, I would have not of messed with that guy… but you aren’t that guy anymore. Are you Rick?” He grinned, Rick stood with a stern look on his face, not moving. Negan continued to watch the interview, Rick speaking candidly about the amount of people that he’d killed. The video started to go static, indicating there was a tape that had been recorded on top of the original. Negan’s eyebrows furred in confusion, before his eyes widened at what the camera had blessed his eyes with. He watched as you were stood in-front of the camera, a light pink lace open cut babydoll set on, your breast sat in the cups, nipples on show for the camera. You started posing for the camera, running your hands through your hair, holding it up Pam Anderson style. A large sexy smile on your lips, turning to do a 180 spin, your smooth backside coming into view for the camera, Negan pulling the camera closer to his face, almost not believing what he was seeing. He didn’t recognise you, maybe it had been someone that used to be in Alexandria, wasn’t a member anymore. He growled lowly, that would be just his luck, the sexiest woman he’d seen in recent history just missed by a couple weeks. He moved his attention back to the camera, now watching you spread out on the bed, playing with your nipples while starting to rub your folds underneath your panties before the camera cut out, showing Rick’s interview once again.

“Fuck! Just when it was getting good!” He cursed, snapping the cameras screen back into place. A fire now in his stomach, his jeans now contracting around his hard bulge. He couldn’t get you out his mind, he knew he’d remember if he’d come across you before, so who the hell were you?

You’d managed to get the deer half way back to your house before being stopped by one of Negan’s minions, asking what you were doing. You ignored him, just wanting to get back, the saviour hadn’t liked that, grabbing you by the waist, dragging you towards the circle of people that were gathered around one of the vans. You could hear Rick talking about some guns that he’d found, apparently Negan thought you were trying to stash items, to prevent having to hand them over to his people.

“Negan. Got a rude bitch here for you, was about to run home, sneak this thing back with her.” You slightly rolled your eyes. “How am I meant to sneak a deer back, smartass?” You questioned, not believing someone could be so stupid. The man’s face contorted into a rage fuelled look, his hand raising up to you, before he had the chance, Negan whistled. “Hey! We don’t raise a hand to a woman, you know the fucking rules.” He stepped forward, now coming into full view of you, his eyes glancing over your body, looking like a kid on Christmas. You were still here, he couldn’t believe his luck. Lucille sat on his shoulder, his one gloved hand wrapped tightly around the bottom of the wood. “Now I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Negan.” He smirked, holding his free hand out for a handshake, his large frame towering slightly over you. You were met with a slight musk, you recognised it as an old spice fragrance, masculine and powerful. You looked at it, questionable look on your face before your hand met his, engulfing you from the size of it. His rough skin a stark contrast from the softness of yours, the movement felt foreign, you shouldn’t feel this way, especially when it’s him.

You saw Rick tensing up as he watched on from the sideline, wondering what Negan was up to, showing such civilness to you. “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Y/N.” You stated, his smirk getting wider. “Sir? Oh, you my dear, are like the gift that keeps on damn giving!” He exclaimed, bewilderment sitting on the faces of those around you and yourself. What the hell did he mean by that? “Load em up, we’re leaving.” He commanded, the saviours starting to retreat back to their vans, Negan not moving from where he was stood.

A few of the Alexandrian’s moved away as well, not wanting to be in his presence for a moment longer than they were required to. “Now doll, take that damn thing off your shoulders, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” You reluctantly agreed, placing the deer just behind you, before Negan nodded at two remaining men, them coming behind you to take your prized find. You scowled, fury raging inside your soul, you’d risked your life trying to get just one actual nice, fulfilling meal for everyone, just to have your hard work stolen off you. “I believe that’s mine.” You spat out, the fire showing from your eyes as you glared up at him. “What’s yours is now ours doll, or hasn’t Rick drilled that into you yet?” He asked, aware of the sexual innuendo of his words, his tongue rolling across his lower lip. You huffed, knowing if you talked back further, it wasn’t going to end well for you. You felt like you were tasting blood from how hard you bit down on your tongue, fists balled up.

Negan walked over slightly to the back of the last truck, the doors open, a load of stuff that you recognised from peoples homes in the compound. Picking something up, he walked back over to you, Lucille still sat on his shoulder. You saw the small video camera, not thinking much of it, not knowing there was a tape inside that you probably would have never wanted him to see. He placed it on your chest, it digging into your skin, sat just on top of your heaving breasts.

“You should be careful with such sensitive material, never know what kind of perverts going to come across it!” He joked, your eyes widening in embarrassment as you finally understood what he was talking about. You got a look of disgust rise on your face, you couldn’t believe he’d seen such an intimate piece of film. You went to grab the camera from him before he gripped tight on it, making it harder to move. “Now doll, it’s a good job I found this before any of my men did, you know that right? They would have taken this back with them and sat around in a circle jerk together, I however am returning this to you, soooo… How about a thank you, Negan?” He demanded playfully, leaning closer to your face, nose almost touching your cheek. You gulped shallowly, your hand moving over his that was holding the camera to your chest. “Thank you, Negan.” You managed to get out, the words tasting like poison to you.

He laughed, letting go of the camera, allowing you take it back with a yank. “You are more than welcome, baby. Also, in case you were wondering, you are most definitely my favourite Alexandrian now.” He winked, walking backwards before getting in the truck, holding his head out the window, giving a small wave to you as they drove out the front gates. You huffed, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you held in your throat.

It had now been a couple weeks since Negan’s last visit, he’d sent groups of his saviours in between but never actually visiting himself. You were thankful that this had been the case, you’d found yourself thinking about what could have been. You’d began to let your mind wonder to the scenario of meeting Negan in another situation, you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was one of the most attractive men you’d ever come across, it was just a shame he was also the most evil men you’d ever come across.

Unbeknown to you, he’d found himself thinking about you too, that fucking video. He’d managed to score some old age dvd porno films from supply runs over the years but he couldn’t even watch them to get off anymore, only thinking of your little smut tape. It wasn’t even like you’d done anything massively explicit on the tape, it shutting off before it managed to get that far but he had concluded that was probably worse. It allowed his mind to run at all the different possibilities, what did you sound like when you moaned, what would you sound like whimpering out his name as he was filling you up? What did you look like when you reached climax? All these unanswered questions racing through his mind as he got out his sexual frustration on his wives, not caring which one it was as all he pictured below him was you. Moaning out your name instead of theirs, the women not caring that much as they were only there to be used by him, no affectionate feelings connecting them to him.

You were currently in the garage, clipboard in hand, biting on the end of your pencil in anxiousness as you went over inventory. You were expecting another visit today, making you want to double check over everything to make sure there wasn’t any discrepancies in the numbers. That was the last thing you needed, especially since you were now actively trying to get plans in place to take the fight back to the Saviours. You were just finishing up when a loud knock startled you, the garage door vibrating at the motion. You put the clipboard down on the side, bending down to pull the door up.

“Well well well! If it isn’t my favourite Alexandrian. I’ve missed you, doll.” It was Negan, that signature grin on his face once again, eyes raking over your body. You felt sheepish under his wandering eyes, now knowing he’d practically seen you naked since he’d come across that video of yours. You sighed, hands resting on your hips. “What do you need, Negan?” You asked, him walking into the garage now, the door slamming back shut. The anxiety started to kick in as you were now alone with just him, as he looked over the shelves, picking up random items and studying them. “Nothing really, just wanted to see your pretty face. I just cannot stop thinking about you, doll! I wonder why that is, huh?” He laughed, you knowing what he was alluding to. He noticed how you crossed your hands over your chest, almost trying to shield yourself from him.

“Oh no no no! There’s no need for all that, I’ve seen those pretty babies already, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of, doll.” He sauntered over to you, towering over you again like last time, practically feeling the heat from his body on yours. You couldn’t take your eyes off his, the way he looked at you making you get slick. He wasn’t one to hide his true emotion, his jeans getting tighter as he imagined you as he saw in the video, putting on a little private show for him. “I’ve gotta know, what made you film something like that? You must of known someone could come across it, why take the risk?” He questioned you, hand coming to rub over his bearded chin. “In this world, there’s not much opportunity to feel sexy. I just wanted something to look back at when I felt down about myself.” You squeaked out, feeling very intimate. Here you were telling the leader of a rival camp your biggest insecurities, possibly giving him ammunition to further torment you and your people.

“Oh doll, you could be covered in damn walker guts, and I’d still think you were the sexiest thing on this damn shithole planet.” He purred, grabbing you slightly by the chin, making you smile slightly. You shook your head, pulling yourself out of his grasp. “What are you doing Negan? We can’t be thinking like this. I can’t be thinking like this. You… you are the enemy.” Your hands resting on the lapels of his leather jacket, the slight coldness of it sending shivers down your spine. You leaned dangerously close to Negan’s lips, his beard scratching the surface of your skin. “Rick would fucking kill me, he’d fucking kill me, if he knew I think about you the way I do. Think about you when I touch myself, wishing it was you.” You whispered, getting more confident in your tone, your eyes staring at his lips, then back up to his dark eyes, your lips partially open as you let out shallow breaths, anything you could to try and lower your heart rate that was pumping under your chest. The silence in the room was deafening, you started to get nervous again, like you were just waiting for him to recoil away from you and laugh at your confession, that this had all been a massive joke to humiliate you further. “Goddamn it doll, looks like great minds think alike because I’ve been doing the same damn thing since I saw that little treat on that fucking camera.” He chuckled, picking you up in one swift movement, placing you on top of the workplace bench.

“Did you think about me claiming your pussy, doll? Fucking you until you can barely remember your goddamn name? What would Ricky say if he saw you submitting yourself so easily to me, the big bad wolf?” The dark tenor of Negan’s voice caused you to whimper in half fear, half pleasure. You could tell his personality was darkening to the more intense side, the jolly joking and fucking about traits were completely absent. You didn’t feel terrified though, like you did when he committed some of the horrific atrocities in front of you, the feelings of excitement causing your hairs to stand on edge and your pussy getting wet with every word that spilled out of his mouth.

“I did, god I want you inside of me.” You confessed, as Negan’s hands ghosted over your cleavage that was exposed by your tank top, before he pulled it over your head, your breasts spilling out of your lace bra. He shoved his gloved hand into your mouth, commanding you to suck. You obliged, your hands holding his arm in place as you swirled your tongue around the two thick fingers, head bobbing up and down as you did. The leather of the glove rubbery on your tongue, causing you to moan onto his fingers.

He grinned at you, a deep grunt as he leaned over capturing your right nipple into his mouth, suckling it, swirling his tongue around and biting it with his teeth causing you to moan and pull his head against your chest as you kept sucking hard on his fingers. He did it again, giving you light bites and licks, alternating between your two erect nubs. Negan removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop, bring them down to give one final pinch to your nipples, the wetness of his one hand causing the cold air to make your nipple more sensitive.

“Get on your knees, I want to see your mouth full of my dick, doll.” Negan grinned with a wicked smile, his hands undoing his jeans, letting them fall to pool at his boots. You felt your mouth salivate, eager to take him as slid off the table onto your knees. You started to lick him, going from bottom to top slowly, teasing him like he did to you with his dirty sweet nothings in your ears, hearing his low groans. You sucked the precum from his tip and swirled your tongue under his head, and then looked up at him, making sure you held eye contact with him, opening your mouth and taking him in little by little, bobbing your head up and down. Your mouth was being stretched wide, you started to move a little faster, sucking him, licking him, taking him deeper and deeper until you felt him in your throat. He was big, causing you to gag a little as your eyes began to water, your throat starting to get a sore feeling within it as he fucked your throat at a quick pace. He gave a slight gasp and his hand took a firm hold of your head keeping you in place, as his hips bucked, making it his mission to get as far down your throat as possible.

“I need to fuck you now, doll. Get up here.” Negan pulled back to your feet, slamming you stomach down onto the table, almost ripping your jeans as he pulled them down your thighs, your moist panties now on show, one tug and the flimsy material broke in two halves, now fully exposing your slick entrance to Negan. He rubbed his dick up and down your slit eliciting a pleasurable moan from both of you, pushing his length inside and then pulling out and rubbing it down your slit again.

“Please... Negan! Please!” You whimpered out, pinching your nipples, trying to get some relief from his teasing. He smirked down at you, that dark gaze watching your every move. “Please what? I want to hear you saying you want daddy's dick. I want to hear you beg me. Come on little girl, say it.” he demanded as he rubbed his length along your wet slit. “Please daddy! I want you deep inside me, please fuck me!” He groaned and pushed himself hard inside your walls, with no hesitations. You screamed, even being sopping wet, you were too tight around his shaft. He leaned on top of you and started to kissing your neck, biting lightly. Negan felt you getting used to his girth, you started to move your hips against him, wanting friction. He started to thrust in slowly, checking for your reaction to his movements. “I'm fine, please, fuck me daddy!” You moaned out, Negan pulling almost all the way out of you and then thrusting in hard making you gasp.

“You're loving this doll, aren’t you? Yeah, you're loving having my dick inside of you. I’d love good old Rick to walk in right now, see you bent over for the big bad wolf.” he chuckled, turning you on even more. Thrusting again and again building up speed, going faster and harder, just like you had imagined he would in your dirty dreams, but so much better than your imagination. “I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are and you are going to thank me for it.” He whispered in your ear, pulling your hair with one hand and holding your hips firmly with the other as he snapped his groin into you, making your ass ripple with the powerful movements. “I want to hear you doll, thank me.” You almost rolled your eyes at the narcissistic request but your brain was too blank to comprehend it. “Thank you, thank you Negan!”

You focused on the obscene sounds of your bodies echoing around you, amplified by how small the garage was. Negan continued fucking you rough and hard, until you felt the orgasm surging inside of you, building fast and strong. When it finally hit you, you screamed with the intensity of it, your body shook with the pleasure waves, running through your core. Negan released your hair to hold your hips so he could keep fucking you. His thrusts shortened, you clenched around his length, a groan leaving his mouth, feeling him finally release just after you. Negan pulled himself out of you, watching as his cum spilled out of your hole, dripping slightly onto the concrete floor below you. He leaned on top of you, leaving small kisses on your spine, body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Y/N! We need you out here! Negan is on his way!” You turned to Negan, a confused look on your face, he’d snuck into the compound to fuck you and now you had to act like he wasn’t even here.

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runningfrom2am · 5 months

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leveling the playing field III

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.9k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows. this one is the arena bombing scene so yeah, regardless its not graphic so

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a/n: btw this is lowkey becoming a mix of the book and the movie so if there's inconsistencies dw about it lol, its all just a jumbled mess in my head at this point and i am for some reason working from memory

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"Wait! Wait! I'm here!" You call out, urging the line of mentors and tributes to wait for you before they enter the arena, running up from your father's town car with a notebook and pencil in hand.

Coriolanus was simultaneously annoyed by your arrival, delayed or not, considering he didn't expect you, and also part of him was relieved to have you at his side. Entering the arena himself was a daunting task, now that he knows that the mentors are far from safe from harm in this situation.

You're slightly out of breath as you catch up to him and Lucy Gray, panting as you adjust your bag where it sits over your shoulder. "Sorry, I'm late." You breathe out, smoothing down your hair.

"Why are you even here, Y/L/N?" Felix asks, turning from his spot in front of you to look.

"Mind your own, for once." You spit, returning your attention to Coryo and Lucy Gray. "Hey, where's Clem?"

Coryo shakes his head slightly as the line starts to move forward. "I'll explain later." He answers vaguely. You're confused, sure, but you did have bigger things to worry about. He was right. You brought your notebook to take notes on the layout, potential hiding spots, and potential advantages that Lucy Gray could exploit in the games.

"Enjoy the show!" You hear the echo from the speakers as every duo enters the arena, and you cringe.

"That's dark." You mutter to yourself, taking in your surroundings in the tunnel before being among the last few to enter. The first thing you notice is that the arena is bigger in person than on the screen, you hadn't been inside since you were a toddler- before the war. You try and pick your family's box along the top, but it's no use. You don't even have the slightest memory of this place before the games.

The next thing you notice is Lucy Gray holding onto Coryo's hand as the door slams shut behind you and the windows slide open above you. You grip your pencil tighter in your palm and look down, attempting to scribble down a layout on the page in front of you as you regain a light source. You have one job, and you'll be damned if you don't do it. For now, your best shot at earning Dr. Gaul's favour is giving Lucy Gray an advantage due only to her surroundings. Making her play the game.

"Okay, so, options are limited but I think we just need to have a good look around. There ought to be a good hiding spot around here." You say, clocking how quickly the girl drops his hand.

Focus is a priority, unfortunately, her comfort will have to come second. She'll have time for comfort once you can get her out of this arena and back to Twelve.

"What do you need, Coriolanus?" You ask, noticing he seemingly zoned out taking in his surroundings.

He tries to process what you're asking of him, but just ends up giving you a blank stare as you tilt your head, looking up at the tall boy. "I beg your pardon?" He asks, clearly having not heard a word you said.

"What do you need me to do?" You ask again.

"Well," He starts, and both of you notice at the same time that other tributes are talking and realize that alliances are being built. "Go... do that. Talk to Lysistrata." He instructs and you nod, walking quickly toward where is standing trying to talk to a confused-looking Jessup.

"Lyssie." You grin, flipping to a fresh page of your notebook.

"Y/N, hi." She says, clearly focussed in on trying to get him to pay attention to her.

"Is he okay?" You ask, feigning worry. Well, if this is Lucy Gray's only option for an ally, her odds are not looking good. That was genuinely worrying.

"I don't know..." Your classmate answers, reaching up to point out a wound on his neck. "He's got this bite... I think it could be infected. Your father is a doctor, what do you think?"

"Can you get him anything to help?" You ask, getting closer to take a better look. It does look infected, and you're unsure what it could be. You raise your hand to touch his forehead in search of a fever, but you suspect you will find one considering he is already delirious.

"Y/N!" You hear your name being called and you turn, seeing Coriolanus gesturing for you to back up.

You sigh to yourself and drop your hand, taking a step back. "I would bring him something but I don't know what would help." Lyssie sighs.

"If you can get him to agree to be an ally to Lucy Gray, I can bring antibiotics. Something strong. I'll discuss it with my father, see what he recommends." You offer, hoping to buy her a friend in the arena.

"I'll try my best." She nods. "They've been close, I can't see why not."

"I'll bring him something tonight then." You nod, patting her on the shoulder before continuing on your path of selling Lucy Gray as an ally.

You look around the large room again, looking for whoever would be her best option, and whoever of your classmates would even agree to speak with you. Sejanus- of course.

You tuck your papers under your arm as you walk over to him and Marcus. You can quickly see they aren't on any kind of speaking terms, standing awkwardly together on the opposite side of the center. "Sejanus!" You call out, and he's visibly relieved to see that someone wants to talk to him.

"Y/N." He smiles sadly, which you try and return. Empathy has never been your strong suit, but with Sejanus, you always try your best.

"I'm hoping to negotiate the terms of an alliance between Marcus and Lucy Gray." You explain and he nods, clearly unsure what to do. It would be harder to buy their allegiance, seeing as his family had more influence than yours- after all being the namesake of the prize you had dreamt of for years, and Marcus clearly has more of a physical advantage in the games than Lucy Gray.

"Uh, Marcus?" Sejanus asks, looking over at his tribute, who is blatantly ignoring the two of you. "What do you think? What would you like to do?" You admire his consideration, it must be draining when Marcus clearly couldn't care less.

"Lucy Gray would not be a threat to you. If you would take the care to look at either of us directly I would be able to promise you that." You say, taking a different approach that also doesn't work. You sigh, shrugging as you look over at your friend.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Thank you for trying." He tries to smile and you just nod, trying to figure out who you'll ask next.

Then, your eyes land on Clemensia's tribute, alone. He looks strong, definitely the most obvious threat. Having him as an ally definitely wouldn't hurt. While it would be ideal to discuss this with Clem, your options and time is limited. He's standing nearby, just staring at one of the flags on the wall.

"It's Reaper, correct?" You ask to grab his attention, walking toward him. He spares you a glance over his shoulder, then huffs and turns away. "I have an offer for you, and I believe it's in your best interest to listen."

He doesn't look again, but you step in front of him so he has little to no choice.

"In the case that you win, which," You scoff, looking around at the other tributes, "looks quite likely, I will send you home with enough money in your pocket to feed you and your family for a year if you agree to at the very least not harm Lucy Gray in the games. And if you help her, the deal will be sweeter." You state, crossing your arms over your chest.

Before he has the chance to respond, not that he was going to anyway, you're being grabbed by the arm and pulled away quickly, making you stumble over your feet. "I told you to keep your distance. Not once, but twice." Coriolanus scolds you, pulling you back toward Lucy Gray, who you can see by now has been crying.

"You told me to talk to people! I'm trying to help Lucy Gray-"

"No, I told you to talk to Lysistrata." He corrects, dropping your arm and turning to face you. All he can see is Reaper threatening to kill him right in the back of the transport truck on the way to the zoo. Reaper was dangerous- how could you be so stupid? "You are making this so much more difficult than it already is."

You clench your teeth together, clutching your notepad to your chest now. "If you stopped thinking I'm so fragile you would see that I am helping. Don't worry about me- worry about Lucy Gray." You say after a moment of thought.

Coryo exhales heavily, looking around to see who was paying attention to the two of you fighting. The echo in this arena was not doing anything to help. "I didn't mean-"

He doesn't get the chance to articulate his thoughts before there's a loud bang, making you jump and rapidly search for the source of the noise as dust falls over the room. Then another explosion, then another, and by the way the light is disappearing in a circular pattern you can tell the arena is being bombed.

Your ears are ringing and you're now kneeling on the ground, the force of the blasts having knocked you down. You try and get up, try to make a run for the exit, only to feel an impact on your side, throwing you back to the ground a few feet away and you blackout from the hit of your head onto the dusty cement.

"There she is..." You hear your father's voice as you open your eyes slowly, blinking at the warm lighting above you. "Enough is enough." He says, and you feel a pain in your hand as he removes an IV from under your skin.

You look up at him, trying to shake off the confusion as you sit up. "Just a concussion. You were out for a few hours, if you experience any amnesia symptoms let me know, but I do doubt that will be the case."

You rub your eyes with shakey hands, nodding a little bit as your dad steps away to leave your room, where you are lying in your own bed. "Dad..." You mumble, voice hardly there.

He stops, looking at you and waiting for you to continue as you attempt to clear your throat. "Is Coryo okay?"

"I just got back from the hospital tending to everyone. Two students died, and five tributes. Coriolanus received extensive burns and bruising, but nothing was broken. He will be fine in a few days." He affirms.

"And Lucy Gray?"

"She is alive, the tributes who didn't escape or die were returned to the zoo. A vet is attending to them, I know nothing about it." He says, already on his way out of the door.

You sigh in slight relief, pushing yourself up fully to try and get moving again. Your whole body is stiff and sore, but you push through. You have a lot to do.

Thankful for your father's home stash of medications, luckily including morphing, you were able to gather medical supplies and get your driver to take you to the zoo. You would visit Coryo later, but you know he would want you to see to Lucy Gray, and so you shall.

As you arrive, you see no such vet in sight, the surviving tributes scattered around the cage, mostly either passed out or attempting to tend to their own injuries. This could be good for Lucy Gray, who looks mostly unharmed.

"Lucy Gray." You say, motioning for her to come over to the bars. She looks over Jessup laying against a rock next to her, whispering something to him before joining you quickly, grabbing the bars between you.

"is Coriolanus okay?" This is her first question, which you honestly did not expect.

Though you were taken aback by this, you nod. "Yes. My father said he'll be fine, I haven't been to see him yet." You explain, crouching down to dig through your bag for your makeshift medical kit of stolen supplies.

"What do you need?" You ask, searching already for the antibiotics you grabbed for Jessup.

"I'm fine." She insists, which you only confirm when you look her over. "Just a couple bruises, I live to sing another day."

You smile a little bit, relieved to see your tribute is at least in a better state than most of the others. "Good. I'm glad to hear it."

"Do you think Coriolanus will be back on his feet soon?" She asks, clearly very worried about him.

"I don't know." You answer honestly. "It's a good thing you have me."

"It is..." She thinks for a moment. "He said he would try and get me a guitar. For my interview, He wants me to sing."

"I'll make sure you have one." You nod. As much as you hope he'd be up and moving by the time the interviews come around in a couple of days, you know you have a guitar sitting in your brothers room that Coryo would likely ask you to borrow anyway. "This is for Jessup, I talked to his mentor, I think this should help." You tell her, grabbing the pot of topical antibiotics you took from your cupboard at home and handing it to her.

Lucy Gray nods, taking it and opening the steel lid, her first urge being to smell the cream inside. "Get him to apply it morning and night, be generous with it." You explain, grabbing some bandages as well to accompany it.

"You've got a full apothecary in that bag, huh?" Lucy Gray comments, straining her head to try and look inside.

"My father is a doctor." You explain, keeping it brief. "Don't share it with anyone else. Their injuries and ailments are to your benefit. Do you understand?"

Lucy Gray just nods solemnly, looking back at the tributes around her. "I understand." She answers, but she doesn't seem so sure. "You know, he pushed you clean out of the way."

"Sorry?" You ask, brows furrowed as you close your bag, having grabbed out the small paper bag of food for her.

"Coriolanus." She clarifies. "He saved your life, I reckon."

"Oh." Is all you can manage, pulling your bag back to his place over your shoulder. You clear your throat again, the remnants of dust and dirt still affecting your voice. "Well, I owe him a thank you I suppose. I'm off to check on him now."

"Tell him I send my love, won't you? I was awfully worried."

"I will." You mumble, making an effort to not be aggressive with how you shove the bag of food into her hands before walking off.

Your next stop is the hospital. The pit in your stomach tells you that despite your confirmation that Coryo would be fine, you're still worried as to what state he will be in when you arrive. Is he awake? Will he remember a thing? Did he really save you only to face worse injuries himself?

You're escorted to his bedside when you arrive, a small room in emergency seperated only by curtains. Tigris is sitting next to him stroking his hair gently, and he is seemingly sleeping- or still out cold. It's chillingly difficult to tell. You clear your throat to notify her of your presence, and she quickly stands when she sees you.

"Y/N." She greets you with a hug, gently rubbing your back. "Are you alright? You were there, weren't you?"

"I was." You nod slightly as you pull away, eyes once again trained on your friend. "My father brought me home to be treated there. Is he asleep?"

"Yes, just sleeping. He woke for a few moments about an hour ago, but I think he's just exhausted. Couldn't keep his eyes open for more than a minute..." She sighs, looking him over as well. She's worried, of course.

You nod, chewing on your lip. "Well, I can't stay for long, but I wanted to bring these to him." You say, once again reaching into your bag and pulling out a container of food containing some fruit and cookies. You hold it out to her, and her eyes widen for just a moment. "I'm sure he'll be starving when he wakes up, and the food here is atrocious." You try and ease her panic with a joke.

This works and she nods, accepting it quietly. "I know it's a lot for one person, but I figured you or your grandmother would be here with him. I brought enough to share." You add, implying that she is more than welcome to it too.

"Thank you, Y/N. Thats very kind, I didn't have the chance to grab anything on my way- I came straight from work." Tigris makes up an excuse, and you just nod.

"He asked about you, you know." She whispers, panic now completely replaced with a small smile. "When he woke up. You were his first concern."

You try to ignore the pit in your stomach growing and shifting as she speaks, a flush forming over your chest and face. "Well, apparently he saved me. Would have been an awful waste if that had been for nothing." You deflect, forming it as a joke.

"You are his best friend. You know that, right?" Tigris asks you quietly.

That's unfortunate, you want to laugh, but it would definitely come off as either rude or self deprecating, so you come up with something else. "Coryo means a great deal to me, as well."

Tigris tilts her head slightly, making it more difficult to maintain a straight face. "I must be going, but if he wakes again will you tell him I'm taking care of Lucy Gray?" You change the subject and she nods.

"Yes, of course. Thank you for coming, Y/N." She says again, and you spare Coryo another look over before leaving.

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 6 months

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Pacified

Trafalgar D. Water Law x Reader

a/n: set after the fight on Wano.

Summary: Law is afraid of love, big shocker

The tavern was crowded but there was no doubt in Law’s mind that it was you burning a hole in the back of his head. Your gaze was like fire, and he felt a prickly feeling on the base of his neck, so much so, that he rubbed at it. His cheeks burned as he finally looked over his shoulder and met your stare with a quick withdrawal. He felt ashamed and cowardly, but he couldn’t even manage a hello to you when he walked into the bar with your crew mates. He knew it, knew it to his core – getting involved with the Straw Hats was going to be a pain in his ass but what he didn’t anticipate was something far worse.

A pain in his heart.

The barkeep slid a glass of ale in front of him, Law thanked the man and proceeded to down it in one gulp. His nerves were shot, body ached from all the fighting; now that things were settled in Wano, he could finally breathe but for how long? How long before you inhaled him so? He felt like he was drowning in this odd feeling, a foreign feeling that had him looking for you on the battleground. Every other thought had been about you – were you safe? Had you pushed yourself past your limit? The worst: were you even alive? He should have known, you were a damn Straw Hat, of course you’d end up fine.

If fine meant badly wounded and at the point of death but alive.

He had personally tended to your wounds and gave Chopper specific orders for your recovery. Days later, he saw you for the first time. Refreshed and smiling as you walked through the town with Roronoa Zoro. You looked well and he could never forget the relief that swelled in his chest, but he acted cowardly and ducked into a sweets shop. He watched from the window as you walked by with the swordsman, your laugh filled the muffled air, and he felt a cramp in his heart. It was sickening, he felt sick watching you walk away but at least you were alive and breathing.

If only that could be enough for him.

All he wanted was to get on his ship with his crew and leave Wano for good, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it even days after the final battle. Of course, Bepo and the others were having a good time but all he could do was wallow because what was the point? He had his crew and you had yours – and that was that. Wasn’t it?

“Tra-guy!”

Law cringed at the sound of the Straw Hat’s captain voice and attempted to get off the stool for a quick escape, but Luffy had an arm around him in seconds. He pulled him toward a large round table, where the rest of the crew sat, including you. Law grumbled as Luffy called for a toast, pushing a drink into the doctor’s chest. He took it reluctantly and avoided you as he listened to Luffy give a short, dumb little speech until everyone cheered and clinked glasses. It then, as everyone laughed around the table that Law found himself looking in your direction. He anticipated your gaze, but you were laughing at something Jinbei was saying and all he could do was stare. His heart pattered and all he wanted to do was pluck it out of his own body, throw it away in the sea. That way he wouldn’t have to feel it bursting in his body attempting to burn right through his chest.

“Law.”

He blinked a few times and realized you were standing in front of him – how long had he zoned out? He cleared his throat before commenting on your recovery. “You look well.”

“Because of you,” you smiled, hands behind your back. “When I woke up, Chopper explained what you had done for me. Thank you.”

“Of course,” he replied quietly, afraid to move a muscle but it seemed you were set on making him go into cardiac arrest because you drew slightly closer to him. He could feel his cheeks go warm as you asked if he planned on staying longer in Wano.

“We’re set to leave in a few days. I am sorry to leave this place,” you confessed, and he asked why. Grinning, you reached down for his hand, not caring that there was room full of people, specifically, your crew surrounding you two. Law held his breath; your hand was warm and gentle as it was that night…

“It’s such a beautiful place but this is the place I got to know you better, Trafalgar. I’m glad we got to spend some time together, I just wish…. we had more time, don’t you?”

Oh, God, this was it – he was going to die. He couldn’t contain himself any longer and he quickly, without meeting a single person’s look, gripped your hand and led you quickly out of the tavern. He maneuvered you through the tables and chairs, drunk people out into the cool night. Once outside, he pulled you off to the side, away from the festival lights and sounds. His hand around yours, he stumbled over his words. It was upsetting, unnatural for him to feel so clumsy and unprepared. - that wasn’t him, what a fool love made him.

Love.

“We’re from two different crews…”

“Thank you for stating the obvious.”

You teased and it relaxed him for some reason; that’s what you did to him. Soothed away all the anxiousness he had built up, gave him a sense of calmness – which was laughable considering the crew you were apart of. How he wishes he could steal you away to be his. “I won’t ask you to come with me,” he said quietly, thumb pressing into your skin. “I know you wouldn’t, and I wouldn’t want you to choose…”

“Because I would always choose my crew.”

Law smiled softly and looked down at your hand in his; his grip softened, and he laughed, mostly to himself. “A damn Straw Hat, of all people….”

“Believe me, I wasn’t looking for this either,” you laughed, giving way to a deep sigh. Law finally gave in, fully gave in, and tugged you to him. With ease, you melted against his body as his arms wrapped around your back and he held you close to his chest. A brief sadness danced around the two of you, as the sound of Brook’s violin carried the night. It sounded so lovely, and Law closed his eyes, holding you close – mesmerizing this moment for later, when the nights on his ship would be quiet and lonely. He’d have this to look back on but more importantly, he’d have this to look forward to.

Law pulled back to look at you, hands gracing the sides of your face; his thumb caressed your cheek, and he studied the look in your eyes before telling you it wasn’t over. “It doesn’t end like this. We’ll go our separate ways for now, but let’s find each other again. I can wait, can you?”

Say yes, please, say yes – he wouldn’t know what to do if you said no. Can he move on and continue his journey. Can you become a small pebble in his story? A cliff note, a passing thought? A fond memory he can look back on when he’s much older and trying not to regret the choices he has made in his life? Can he be that strong?

“You’re worth the wait.”

Stunned, heart stunned, as you smiled. He searched in your face for any sides of hesitation but all he saw was love and hope – things he thought he lost so long ago. Dozens of thoughts ran through his head, but everything went quiet when you leaned in for a kiss. He was pacified with love as he leaned in to capture your lips with his. How tender life felt as your hands moved up around his neck, his hand on the small of your back , fireworks painting the sky, and the land of Wano thriving, once again.

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letsgetrowdy43 · 8 months

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Do first, think later—

Jack Hughes x Reader

Request: Jack’s gf finds out she’s pregnant but Jack doesn’t know how to process it at first. So she felt alone and decided to take a trip back home to Michigan to see family but Jack freaks out and flies out of NJ to see her

She and Jack had their fair share of pregnancy scares over the span of their relationship, no matter how careful they were there was always a chance and a moment of pure fear while staring at the time on their phones as they watched the negative sign slowly appear.

This time though, this time was different.

The symptoms were really strong, nausea was insane, her boobs had grown a cup size, and the food aversions were becoming intense. That's when Jack suggested maybe testing, just to stop the stress from building, fingers crossed that the tiny stick would show the answer they both wanted. But as that second line appeared both Y/n and Jack went down a spiral, her hands covering her mouth to stop the gasp that was bubbling up in her throat.

"Okay, we can-" the tears started as she looked up at her boyfriend who stared at the counter in shock. All of the colours drained from his face as he swallowed thickly, finally looking at her, "I need to go for a walk," he said making a bee-line for the front door. She cried quietly while following him to the door, disbelief filling the empty space between them as he ignored the pleas for him to stay, "Can we at least talk about this before you leave Jack?" "I need to leave, I'll be back," he promised, still not fully looking at her as he slipped on his sneakers and was out the front door.

He didn't return that night, or the next, finally on the third day, she finally got confirmation on where he was. She had called Jack multiple times, then she called Quinn, Ellen, Dawson, John, Jesper, and then finally she called Nico who answered immediately.

"Please tell me he's with you, if he's not I'm filing a missing persons report," she said desperately as he let out a sigh. "Yeah he's here, physically at least, he seems zoned out," Nico frowned as he peaked into the living room at the twenty-two-year-old who was quietly staring out the apartment window. a weight lifted off of her chest as she heard the words, "Okay good, at least he's safe."

"What happened? if you don't mind me asking," he asked, shutting his bedroom door so that Jack couldn't hear their conversation. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sat down on the edge of her and Jack's bed, surrounded by clothes and a suitcase, "I'm pregnant, and we thought it was just a scare, but it wasn't, and then he left." "Oh." "I'm really fucking scared Neeks," she cried as her hands wiped away the smudged mascara from her cheeks, "I'm going home to my parents, I don't want to be alone right now," she tried to find a strong voice but lost as she received the notification with the confirmation of her flight. "You do whatever you need, I'll make sure he's safe, you go and be with your family," he said as she whispered a thank you and hung up to finish her packing.

Within the next twenty-four hours the girl found herself in the Detroit airport, Quinn waited for her in the arrivals, pulling her into a hug as he helped her with her bags and led her to the family van.

"He's gonna come to his senses," Quinn said reassuringly as she cried in the passenger seat, her puffy face hiding in her hands as Quinn ran a hand over her back. "He disappeared when I needed him," she frowned. "Trust me, I am not excusing his actions, I'm so mad at him for doing that to you," livid was more the word he would use to describe it, his brother was a much better man than the one who abandoned his young, pregnant girlfriend, "he's more of a do now, think later kind of guy, you know that, he just needs time, and when he comes back to his senses he's gonna hate himself."

She knew it was true, there was never an action that Jack Hughes made that he didn't immediately cringe after. He lived a life of regret, and this was going to be one of those things in his life that he's gonna look back at and be disgusted at for the rest of his life.

"So are you going home to your parents or mine?" Quinn asked as he looked from the road to her. She frowned and thought for a second before she looked at him, "Probably yours, if you think your mom wouldn't mind, I don't think I can tell my mom and dad yet, not while I'm so panicked," she mumbled as the tears started back up again.

Quinn frowned, trying to think of something to say to take her mind off of his idiotic brother, "So I'm gonna be an uncle? I've always wanted a nephew... a niece would be pretty sweet too" The girl grinned at his dorkiness, "Yeah? I've always thought Jack would be a good girl-dad," she grinned as her hand slid down to touch her stomach, her eyes widened at the realization that she was going to be a mom.

Jack returned to their shared apartment the night she flew back to Michigan, his heartbeat in his ears as he searched the apartment for her, only to be met with an empty closet and a lack of her bubbly presence. He chewed his bottom lip nearly off as he did another search of the house, his head spinning with nerves as he stumbled upon a sticky note stuck to the fridge.

"I'm going home for a bit, please call me when you're home and safe, just need to hear your voice -- Y/n <;3"

His phone started ringing loudly, his shaky hands fishing it out of his pocket as he re-read the note over and over again.

"Hello?" "Why is your girlfriend asleep in your old bedroom, looking like the shell of herself, by herself? So help me Jack if you did something to upset that poor girl I will have your head," Ellen scolded over the phone, his body deflated at the sound of his mother's voice instead of Y/n's.

"I fucked up Mom, like so bad," he started, and so did the tears, "I left her here all alone when she really needed me, and I just walked out," he stated rambling, choking on tears as his breaths grew short. Ellen started to tear up at the sound of her son in such distress, "Honey, I need you to breathe, can you do that for me?" she asked as she heard his cries grow quieter on the other end.

"What did you do? I'm sure you can fix it." "She's pregnant, I'm gonna be a dad," Ellen's jaw dropped as she stood in the silence of the Hughes Lakehouse, looking over to Jim who stared at her with furrowed brows. "I'm gonna give you some advice Honey. You are going to get on a flight as soon as you can and fix this in person," Ellen said as she hung up the phone and left him to deal with the issue of his own.

Jim stared at her with a quirked eyebrow, "we are gonna be grandparents," she grinned as Jim choked on his coffee.

Less than twelve hours later, Jack was on the porch of his family's summer house, his heart beating at a fast pace as he stared at the door, trying to convince himself to open it. He took a deep breath and opened the door to be met with Luke who looked at him with a confused look, "you look like shit dude," he said as Jack rolled his eyed. "Thanks, much appreciated, where's Y/n?" "She's out in the back, she was sitting on the dock," Luke shrugged, unaware of all of the tension floating around the house.

She was exactly where Luke said she would be. Sat prettily at the edge of the dock, watching the sunset on the rippling water, a foot in the lake as she stared away numbly.

He stood at the shore, hands shoved in his pockets as he watched her, staring so peacefully, but looking so small, so unsure of herself. He hated that he did that, just as Quinn had suspected. Jack knew they could do it, they could be parents, but in the heat of the moment he wasn't so sure, and now it was leading to be the biggest regret of his life. Even with their young age, a family was everything he dreamed of, this just happened to be a few years earlier than his original plan.

She looked back at him, tears in her eyes as she ushered him to sit next to her, "Please stop just staring at me, it's making me nervous," she sadly joked as he walked over and sat down on the aged wood right next to her.

He stared at her as she watched the horizon, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she ignored his gaze, "I'm sorry, about it all," he frowned as she blinked away the tears in her eyes. Jack knew he was gonna need to say a lot more but the words were dying on the tip of his tongue as she ignored him some more.

"We are just so young, and the positive showed up and I just blanked and all of sudden I was in Nico's living room with a million missed calls from everyone and I realized that I'm going to be a Dad." The tears started as he reached out for her hand, she pulled away from his grasp, wiping away her own tears. "I came back to reality and realized that I fucking failed you, I've never hated myself more for something in my life, cause you're my person and I left you, and by extension, I left our baby and holy shit I'm the worst ever Y/n," she finally looked at him to see his face red and puffy, her hand reaching out for his now, "I'm so sorry, I don't think I will ever be able to say it enough times to make it right, but I hope you know how much I truly mean it."

The tears that rolled down her cheeks itched as she tried to calm herself down enough to form a coherent sentence, "I'm so mad at you right now." "I know baby," his hand reached out to tuck her bangs out of the way of her tear-stained cheeks. "You disappeared, and I was at home worrying myself ill, I almost called the authorities!" she gave him a very much-deserved scolding, as she curled up into a ball, knees pulled up to her chest as she let out a tired breath, "I can't even be mad at you either cause you were scared!" "No no, be mad, I hurt you" "I can't cause I feel the same way, I don't know how to be a mom, I'm twenty-one," she cried as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her into his chest.

"We are gonna be great parents," he said, cupping her face in his hands as she cried, "You are so kind baby, and our baby is gonna be the most loved baby ever, and we can finally get that house in Hoboken we've been looking into," he started listing off all of the things to look forward to with this baby on the way, "we may be young, but there is no one out there that can be as compassionate and as kind as you, and you're about to be the hottest mom that's ever walked this earth," she blushed a bright red as she leaned into him.

"You're gonna be a good dad too," she said once she calmed down a bit, her lips pressing a short kiss to his shoulder. He grinned as his fingers intertwined with hers, "you think?" "I know you will be," she took his hand and placed it on her stomach, he leaned forward to capture her lips in a slow kiss, a mixture of passion and emergency filled their kisses as her hand wrapped around the back of his neck. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away with a grin, "your boobs grew," he smirked like a horny teenage boy as she rolled her eyes. "You're like a twelve-year-old," she smiled as he nipped at her jaw before pressing a kiss to it. "Suck it up, I'm your baby daddy," she grimaced at the term before he kissed her once again.

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obxone · 10 months

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Pogue Like Me (Part Two)

Edited-ish. ~4.9k words

Tag list: @gillybear17 @i-love-rafe @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @nomorespahgetti @lmg-stilinski24 @f4ll-for-you

Warning: drug use

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“Cameron!” You call as you walk across the path into the golf course. Rafe’s head jerks up to see you. “Got a second?”

“Sure.”

“Alone…” You fade out and look at Topper and Kelce. Neither moves for a moment, but both sport a knowing smirk. You roll your eyes. So, much for your secret staying safe with the kook prince.

He bobs his head after considering your request. He glances at his friends. Both look as equally surprised as you when he speaks. “Give me a second?”

“Sure, man,” Kelce responds first, his dark eyes dragging over you while he claps Rafe on the shoulder.

“Enjoy your time with the pogue. We’ll be kicking your ass in the meantime.” Topper winks at you. An ickiness spreads through you from his actions, but you push it aside. Kelce laughs at Topper’s joke, but you notice Rafe does not even crack a smile.

Instead, he stares at you, and you know he is trying to figure out what you want. It is extremely unlike you to seek out the kook prince for anything, much less a private conversation. You wait for them to get far enough away that they are out of earshot.

“What’s up?” He leans on his golf club once you are in the safe zone. “I’m kind of busy here.”

“Oh, I can tell,” you quip back. “Must be really hard to get it in the right holes, huh?”

He chuckles, leaning toward you. “If you had stuck around the other night, you would know how well I can get it into the right hole.”

A hot blush spreads from your chest, up your neck, and fans over your face. He laughs, enjoying your reaction. The feel of his hand touching you and how it felt to have his finger stroking you flood your memories with warmth blooms in your lower belly.

“What do you need, hmm?” He asks, a teasing tilt to his voice, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Need me to pop your cherry?”

You huff and smack his chest. He laughs before his gloved fingers hook into the pocket of your server apron, yanking you closer to him.

“Because I will gladly do it.”

“I bet, just another notch of your bedpost, right?”

He chuckles before shrugging. “I like to keep count.”

“Gross, Rafe!” You groan and shove at his chest. He laughs but keeps his fingers hooked into your pocket to keep you less than an inch or so away. “So much for our little secret, huh?” You ask, hands planted on his chest to keep at least some distance between you.

His face screws up in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

You jerk your chin towards the hill Topper and Kelce have just disappeared over. “Those two know. It is no secret if it doesn’t stay between us.”

“I didn’t tell them shit, Babe.”

You flush hotter at the name before looking back at him. “Oh. They seemed like they knew.”

“Well, we aren’t exactly friends, pretty girl, so they know something is up. What do you need?”

“About the other night…”

“I said it was a secret, Pogue.”

Your eyes narrow as you watch him. “Can I finish?”

He rolls his shoulders in a shrug before waiting.

“Thanks. So, what I was saying is it made me start thinking, and I need help with my situation.”

“With JJ?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, what do you need help with?”

You look down at your shoes to try and find the courage to ask this before you lift your chin to meet his gaze again. “To not feel anything… for him anymore.”

“You want more coke?”

“No.” You cringe with a shake of your head. “I want to be like you and your fellow kook buddies, I want to be able to turn off the emotional side.”

He laughs before patting your hip. “I’m sure you intended that as an insult.”

“Maybe,” you giggle before touching his arm. His arm muscles jump when your fingertips make contact. “But I am serious. I want to stop caring about him and about Kie and him. I want to move on.”

He smirks. “I figured it was Kiara.”

“Can you help me or not?”

“What would I get out of it?” He asks, his attention shifting to something over your head before he looks back down at you.

“Free drinks for a month.”

He studies you before tipping his head. “Three months.”

“Deal.”

“It’s a deal.” He agrees before tugging you closer again. His head drops, and your breath hitches as his face nears yours. “We can start now, all right?”

You nod once, hand gripping his bicep tightly, the other still pressed against his chest. The heat of his body against yours and the summer sun beaming down on you make your head spin. His cologne slowly intoxicates you once more. “Yeah.”

“Then relax, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his nose nearly brushing yours. A smile plays on his lips, and he watches you before he leans further into you. His lips drag along your cheek to your ear. If you could bet, you would bet your tips for the day that he could hear your heart beating wildly in your chest. His proximity sends your body on high alert, and your fingers tighten in the material of his polo around his waist. “We are being watched.”

“Rafe,” you whisper when he looks over your shoulder. “What are you doing this for exactly?”

A satisfied smirk stretches across his face before his lips press against your forehead briefly. “JJ is watching, and he is pissed.”

“Ah,” you muse, letting his shirt go. “I see.” You tip your face to look at him. “You also get that out of this deal.”

“I can work with that.”

You laugh before he steps back and jerks his chin. “Go to work, pretty girl. I’ll find you later.”

“Have fun golfing,” you return before taking a step back. “See you later, Cameron.”

You turn on your heel and make your way back towards the Island Club. JJ stands at the top of the stairs, waiting for you, with a screwed up look on his face.

“What is that?” He asks, his hands gripping a pitcher of water tightly.

“What?” You ask, fishing your notepad out of your apron pocket. You know what he is talking about, but after the other night you can feel your feelings starting to harden. You were not sure if you could still be best friends with him anymore. And pain spreads out like spiders across your skin as you think about ending your friendship with him. Because at the end of the day, P4L only lasted for as long as the rules were followed.

“That!” He points, shoving his finger toward where you had previously stood with Rafe. You glance over your shoulder, but Rafe is nowhere to be found. “With Rafe Cameron.”

You stare at JJ, eyebrows raising before you shake your head at him. “Nothing, JJ. Let it go.”

You pass him to start your shift waiting on Island Club members. A few hours and you could dip out and go home for a nice hot shower.

“He can’t be trusted, you know that!”

“JJ!” You snap, spinning to stare at him. “Let it go!”

He frowns at you before he shakes his head. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

“I’m working, and so are you,” you mutter, glancing at Alice as she points to your new table. The breeze coming in from the sea blows your hair around, and you sigh, wishing it could carry you away. A potential summer storm brewing meant busy tables all afternoon. “I have a table waiting.”

“Fine,” he mutters. “But I want to talk. Soon. You and me.”

“Okay,” you relent, but you do not meet his eyes before you turn and hurry over to your new table. You are not ready to talk to him yet. You are not ready to either pretend your feelings never existed or confess and shut yourself off from him. As of right now, these are the only two options you can see, and with the help of Rafe, you hope you can save your friendship.

Alice hooks her arm through yours as you exit the Island Club. You exhale a sigh of relief that another day is done. “How much did you make in tips?” She asks you, straightening her purse as you follow the others out into the parking lot.

“$550… I think.” You try to remember how much you counted out.

“I only made $375.”

You shrug. “Old men like the young girls. It is so creepy, but it pays the bills. Maybe let Elle seat you with the grandpas...”

She laughs. “Not happening, I have to find myself a rich young husband.”

“Sugar daddies can be any age,” you tease her.

She elbows you while laughing, and it fades out. You see it the same time she does. Rafe Cameron is staring at you, a cocky smirk on his face when all the other staff you walked out with notice him. He looks good, too damn good for your own well-being as he leans against his bike. His ballcap is on backward, and his polo stretches across his wide shoulders. His arms crossed over his chest to show off how much he works out. You clear your throat, slow down your steps, and try to ignore the feel of his eyes on you.

“Don’t think that no one saw what happened on the golf course earlier,” Alice whispers to you. Her hand wraps around your forearm in barely contained excitement. “Or tell everyone else about it after.”

“What?” You turn to look at her with wide eyes.

She grins. “It’s not every day that the kook prince makes out with a pogue.”

“We weren’t making out.”

She arches an eyebrow, and you stare back at her, not breaking under her scrutinizing gaze until she groans. “Fine. I should’ve known they were lying, and you’d never let him. Not when you only have eyes for a certain blond surfer.”

You blush, your gaze tracking across the other faces to see JJ. He is staring at you, not at all pleased with the sight of Rafe Cameron waiting for you. He did promise to find you later, and it seems later has arrived.

“So, I take it you don’t need a ride?” Alice murmurs as she retracts her arm from yours. “Incoming…”

“Ready to get out of here?” Rafe’s lips brush the shell of your ear as his hand hooks around your waist.

Alice winks before walking backward a few steps. You blush hot as you turn your face to look at him. He grins, glancing at the other staff members watching you both.

“Smooth, Rafe. Real smooth.”

He chuckles before leading you toward his bike.

“Can I ask a question?” You start as you put your backpack on properly, and he grabs his helmet. “Two, actually.”

“Sure.” He slides the helmet into place on your head, and you meet his gaze as he focuses on buckling the strap under your chin.

“How did you know when I was getting off? And what are we doing?”

“Alice told me after I asked-”

“That bitch!” You laugh, and he cannot help but to smile a little at your outburst.

“And we are going to Tanneyhill.” He states as the buckle clips into place. His blue eyes drift up to yours. “Figured we could start today.”

“You don’t have plans?”

“Not today.” He shrugs, climbing on his bike. You do not miss the smirk he throws in JJ’s direction. He is the only one still watching, his expression anything but his usual happiness when you both get off work together. His ocean blue eyes are hard and full of fire as he glares at Rafe before they flicker to you. He tips his head, and you look away to Rafe, his knowing look making you uneasy.

You slide on behind Rafe when he is ready for you. His hand squeezes your thigh, and you wrap your arms around him, your palms pressing against his abs. He grins and glances once more at JJ with a wink before he peels out of the Island Club parking lot.

You close your eyes, willing your heart to stay where it belongs as he drives towards Tanneyhill. Being forced to pay for this later is an understatement, and you know that as you feel JJ’s angry stare still burning into you. He would tell the others, and they would surely press you for answers.

Before you know it and can worry over the situation, you are at Tanneyhill and climbing off the back of Rafe’s bike. He reaches to unbuckle the helmet before you remove it and glance at the grandeur that is his home.

“So… I’m definitely going to be criticized now,” you mumble while still staring at the house. “Did it make you feel good at least?”

He laughs, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the front door. “Mhmm.”

“Mhmm?” You question, following him, your fingers gripping his hand tightly. “That is all you can say when you are going to cause my friends to burn me at the stake.”

He leads you inside before shutting the door behind you. He heads straight for the staircase, and you tug his hand trying to slow him down. Nerves explode inside you that you are alone and in his home with him. The joke about him popping your cherry makes your body tighten with anxiety. “Do I at least get a tour?”

“Later,” he responds, glancing back at you. “Come on.”

You sigh before following him up the stairs. He pushes open a door to the right as soon as you hit the second landing.

“Go on,” he mumbles, and you dip under his arm, and into his bedroom. He closes and locks the door behind him before turning to you.

You spin to look at the locked handle before looking at him. “What are we doing?”

“Don’t want Sarah barging in here after that show with JJ.”

“Fair.” You shrug and turn to look at his desk. “He’ll tell them, won’t he?”

“He’s your friend. I have more blow if you want it.”

“Huh?” You ask, turning to look at him instead of the trinkets, photos, and other items littering his desk. “Oh, I think that was a one time thing for me, Rafe.”

“Why?”

You shrug. “Weed is more my thing, remember?”

He smirks before grabbing a box from a drawer in his dresser. “Works for me.”

“Why do you do it?”

Rafe tips his head as he watches you before shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter.” He nears you, jerking his chin at his bed. “Go ahead.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and he smirks. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he breathes, nearing you and tugging at the Island Club shirt you wear. “I’m taking payment for pissing off your boy crush.” You roll your eyes, but panic spreads through you.

“Why?”

“Remember what I did on your birthday?”

You nod.

“I want to do it again.” He grins. “You make it sweeter.”

You laugh it off, but the blush spreads over your face anyways. “Let me guess… stay still again?”

He grins at you before sitting on the end of his bed with the box. “Yes.”

“Does it work better this way?” You ask. You know the answer, it does not, but you want him to tell you why he needs your skin again when you are sure he had something else to use. You cannot help yourself, and your hands brush against his shoulders when he moves over you. His lips touch yours, and your breath hitches. His hands bunch your shirt up before he tugs it up and off you, and your hair fans out over his pillow. He would never admit it out loud, but he enjoys the way you look in his bed, topless and relaxed. You bite your lip, begging your body not to blush from his wandering eyes. He kisses you, and you kiss him back while allowing his body to slip between your legs and press against you. “Does it?” You breathe once he stops kissing you.

“Nope.”

You scoff with an eye roll. “Then why am I shirtless in your bed, Rafe?”

“I told you; you make it sweeter, pretty girl.” His thumb strokes across your bottom lip. “Don’t move.”

You lay still and watch him form a line near your collarbone before he snorts it. His eyes flutter shut, and he groans when his high hits him. His lips find yours in a messy kiss after. His body presses to yours, and his hand moves up to cup your breast. He gropes and kneads the swell of your breast under his palm, groaning at the feel of you so open for him again. You moan into his mouth, brushing your core against his. He groans after you do. Reaching down his back, you bunch his shirt up to pull it off him, and he lets you before you toss it away.

His upper body is magnificent, and he lets you admire him. Your fingertips trail over him, touching every curve and dip of muscle on display for you.

“You know, if you want me naked, you just have to ask,” he teases you.

You close your eyes, tipping your head when his mouth attaches to your neck. You hum in delight, ignoring the sane side of you begging you to stop him. He rolls his hips against yours, and you can feel how hard and ready he is already. You gasp when he does it again and smirks against your skin.

But then the weight of his body vanishes as he rolls away, laying on the bed beside you. You nearly whine at the loss of him on top of you. A coolness spreads over your skin. The feeling of his lips on your throat and the feel of his hands dragging over your waist lingers, and he watches you, waiting for you to make the next move. When you do not, he pulls himself up to sit against his headboard, his hand dropping to touch your hair. His fingers intertwine within your hair absentmindedly.

“For someone who says they don’t know how to turn it off, I’m impressed,” he muses. His eyes are pinned, and he seems more at ease in his bed than he did in the back of his daddy’s Range Rover.

You laugh before sitting yourself up as well. “You make it easier.” You bite your lip, and you look at your hands. Nervousness spreads through you as you confess your true thoughts. “You blur the lines of reason. It helps that you were there for my first cocaine-fueled high, gave me my first kiss, and were the first guy to touch me like this.”

He laughs before tucking the box holding his cocaine stash into his nightstand. His high helps him miss your words, and you thank the stars he has as your cheeks burn.

“It’s about to get a lot easier.”

You roll your eyes at him before smiling. “Promise?”

A knock on your front door catches your attention as you work on transferring items from your backpack to your purse. “It’s open!” You call, and the door swings open to reveal JJ. He lets himself in before shutting it behind him and wandering further into the living room.

“Kiara sent me to give you a ride.”

“Thanks,” you mutter as you shoulder your crossbody. “Gram’s car needs more than a transmission, it seems.”

He frowns. “I could take a look.”

You do not respond for a second and instead, grab your house keys from the hook by the door before you open it to usher him out first. He stares at you, waiting for a response.

“Don’t worry about it. Jamie is handling it for me.”

“Jamie?”

“Yeah, the guy that runs the auto shop by Van’s bike store.”

“Ah.” He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts as you focus on locking up the house.

“I could’ve taken my bicycle or walked, JJ.”

“I know, but I want to talk.”

You frown and look at him as you slide your sunglasses into place. “Fine. Let’s talk on the way.”

He nods, gesturing to the Twinkie. John B had allowed him to borrow it. And you know he asked to borrow it on purpose so that he could force you to talk to him. You shut your door and settle into the seat as he turns the engine over.

He glances at you when he begins to turn out of your driveway. “So, you and Rafe are a thing…?”

You frown and adjust the seatbelt before turning to look at him. “Really, Jay?”

He groans, gripping the wheel. “Are you?”

“JJ Maybank!” You snap and glare at him. “Is this really what you wanted to talk about? Why you borrowed the Twinkie so that you could talk to me?”

“Yes, you would not talk to me at work!”

You roll your eyes. “You’re being a baby.”

“I’m your best friend! Or did you forget that?” He glares out the windshield as he turns onto the main road.

“No! No, JJ, I didn’t forget that!” You snap back at him. “But maybe you did when you hid your relationship with Kie from me for three fucking weeks!”

He splutters in shock, and you turn away.

“Just drive, this conversation is over.”

He is silent as he finds a parking spot before he turns to look at you. You cannot look at him. Anger and desire burn within you when you do.

“I need to know, okay?” He says, ruffling his blond hair. “Please!”

“Know what?” You ask, trying to calm yourself as you fidget with your skirt.

“About you and Rafe.”

“No, you don’t. I said it was done!” You pull the handle on the door and let yourself out before slamming the van door close. You pace a few steps away before spinning to glare at him through the rolled down window. “Until you decide to be a decent friend again, don’t bother showing up again!”

You stalk away and enter the café. Kiara and Sarah both look up from the table as you slide into the booth. “Are you two going to demand answers too?” You snap. They had asked for lunch this morning before Kiara said JJ would pick you up. It is starting to feel like a setup if you are being honest.

Sarah’s mouth falls open, and Kiara leans back as if you have swung at her.

“What happened?” Kiara asks, glancing out the front glass windows to see the Twinkie still idling there. “Is JJ okay?”

“JJ is fine, Kie.” You glare at her, unable to help yourself. “But please go console your boyfriend if you feel the need.”

Her lips fall apart, and Sarah gasps, looking down at the menu in shock. You huff, leaning back against the back of the booth. Your hands fall helplessly beside you, and your eyes close. You exhale a steadying breath before opening them again to look at your friends.

“What the hell happened?” Kiara asks, her voice soft and concerned.

You close your eyes again for a moment before sitting up straight and spreading the napkin over your lap.

“JJ was being pushy, and you know how I am with being pushed.”

“We do,” Sarah agrees, swirling her paper straw around in her cup. The ice cubes clink as she does so. You watch a small water tornado form in the glass before you meet her gaze again. Her eyes shine with sympathy for you, but you cannot acknowledge it right now or you will break down and cry.

“So,” you say gently. “I snapped, and I’m not sure we are friends right now.”

“Whoa,” Kiara gasps. “I don’t understand, you guys are like siblings.”

You swallow, looking at the menu, and away from her as your heart feels the sharpest cut at her words. Deep down you know that they are not her words, but JJ’s words that he never spoke aloud to you. “Yeah… siblings.”

Sarah frowns, watching you with the most heartbreaking look. Her hand reaches across to brush yours now that you are messing with the menu. Her fingers curl around your palm, and she squeezes it tightly. “What was it about?”

You groan, closing the menu with a sharp snap of your wrist. “Your brother.”

“My brother?!”

“Yep,” you retort before turning to Kiara. She frowns when you suspect she already knows even if Sarah does not.

“JJ thinks they are dating, in secret,” Kiara says, smoothing her hands over the pristine tabletop.

“What?” Sarah laughs and looks from Kiara to you. You shrug, lips pressed into a thin line. “Since when?”

“Two days ago at the Island Club,” Kiara adds in because you will not. “They were kissing-”

“First off, we were not kissing,” you snap, and her eyes dart away. “He asked me for a fresh drink and was flirting. He touched me, and that is it. He never kissed me despite the rumor mill.”

“So he didn’t kiss your forehead?” She asks, looking at the menu you are picking away at the corner of. “Because from how JJ saw it the kiss seemed really intimate.”

Sarah’s jaw almost hits the table as her mouth falls open in shock. “What?!”

You roll your eyes and lift the menu. “He did, but it was only to piss off JJ. He wants to stir up shit, and you guys are letting him.”

“Okay.” Sarah lifts her hands in innocence. “I know nothing of this.”

“I know,” you concede before closing your eyes again. “I’m just tired of everyone expecting me to be the quiet, lonely pogue of the group.”

“We don’t expect that,” Kiara mumbles, and you stare at her with a knowing look until she folds. “Fine, that is how it is, but that is not what we expect. It’s… Rafe, y/n.”

“I’m aware of who it is, Kie.”

She sighs before reaching across to squeeze your other hand. “Just… JJ is worried that is all.”

“JJ was not too worried when he was sticking his tongue down your throat at my birthday party, was he?”

Sarah gasps, and Kiara yanks her hand back as if you have burned her.

“You said you were glad we are happy.”

“I lied, Kiara!” You snap back at her. “Okay, everyone was staring at me, and I was trying to be a good friend.”

“Okay.”

“You know what,” you huff, “this is a bad idea. I’m going home. I’ll talk to you guys when I can.”

“Wait, what?!” Sarah starts to slip out of the booth at the same time as you. Your eyes lock, and she sighs, dropping back into the booth. “Do you have a ride?”

“I’ll walk,” you mutter as you shoulder your bag again. “I need the space to think.”

Kiara stays silent, not meeting your gaze as you turn and leave without looking back.

The door chime sounds as you push it open before stepping out of the air-conditioned café into the summer heat. You exhale and turn away from the path home and instead head for the docks.

It feels suffocating, and you want to rip the weight from your chest as you throw yourself down onto a bench overlooking the water and empty fishing boat docks.

“Are you okay?” A voice asks as someone sits beside you. You glance to see Kelce, and your eyes widen. He chuckles before kicking his legs out. “I know, but from what I hear you are good people.”

You laugh and turn back to the water. “I think I just lost my entire friend group, Kelc.”

He frowns, reaching across to hook his arm around your shoulder before patting your upper arm. “The pogues mad about you and Rafe?”

“Me and Rafe?” You ask, the alarm clear in your voice. You push his arm off your shoulders and turn to look at him.

“Yeah,” he muses with a shrug. “You guys seemed pretty okay with one another a few days ago. He said he was helping you with something.”

“Ah,” you clue in and thank Rafe for not telling all your secrets. “Yeah, they don’t trust him.”

He snorts. “Pogues always blaming the kooks.”

You frown and glance at the street behind Kelce’s shoulder. “What are you doing at the docks, Kelc?”

He shrugs. “I come here to think sometimes.” You lift an eyebrow, and he laughs, running his hand over his mouth. “I get stressed out sometimes too.”

“Fair,” you laugh before patting his arm as he rests it over the back of the bench. Your feet tuck in next to his thigh as you continue to sit facing him. “Where are your buddies?”

“You mean where is Rafe?” He teases.

You shove his arm playfully, and he laughs.

“I don’t know. Topper is still sulking about Sarah, and Rafe said he had to run an errand.”

“Ah,” you clue in. Rafe is probably at Barry’s.

“You need a ride somewhere?”

You smile weakly before leaning back against the bench and watching the water. “In a bit, if that’s okay.”

“No problem,” he agrees and turns to look at the water too. “Should I text Rafe?”

“No,” you whisper, ignoring the replay of your fight with JJ and then Kiara. “I just want to stop and sit for a second.”

(Part Three)

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summary: you have undeniable, unrequited feelings for joel miller, yet you keep denying them. when you run into joel one night while out with someone you don't even like, conflict ensues.

warnings: jackson!era, a few swears, grumpy joel, stubborn joel, reader goes on a date with an asshole, brief!!! mention of an (unspecified) age gap between reader and joel, angsty angst but quickly resolved i promise :)

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The creak of the door closing behind you lets you know there’s no turning back. Feeling overwhelmed already with the buzzing sound of chattering folks all around you, you make your way further into the Tipsy Bison to look for your company for the evening - a guy named Trevor, who you met a few weeks ago when you got put on the same patrol shift together.

All the other times you’ve been on patrol, your partner has been Joel Miller, and you’ve had absolutely no complaints - other than the fact that the man barely spoke a word to you the first time you met him five years ago. Naturally, though, the longer you spent with him, the more you both opened up to each other, making for a fun, new, budding friendship for you within the Jackson walls. What you haven’t opened up to Joel about, however, though, are your true feelings towards him.

Joel Miller is perfect in every way. He’s quite literally the only man you feel one hundred percent safe around, and he’s the only person here in Jackson you’ve really connected with. Every day you spend with him, you wish you were bold enough to make a move.

You know your feelings toward Joel won't stop any time soon, and you don’t even know why you agreed to go out with Trevor. He’s cocky and arrogant, yet cowardly and selfish, and definitely is just not your type; Joel is everything Trevor isn’t.

Much to your dismay, however, you know nothing can come of you and Joel, even if he was interested in you. Although the tension between the two of you is thick, you’ve convinced yourself it’s one sided. Surely his gruff, protective, and sometimes even flirtatious manners are just part of who he is. You’re positive he sees you as nothing more than a friend, or worse - some helpless woman he feels obligated to protect because she’s younger and weaker than him.

As you scan the busy room, you hear your name called from a relatively familiar voice. And when you look in the direction of the call, your eyes fall on your date, and your stomach drops.

You’d much rather be looking for Joel tonight.

It seems like forever before you realize you need a break from listening to Trevor drawl on about himself. You’ve zoned out and resorted to a fake smile and insincere nods, feigning interest in his obvious self-obsession.

But eventually, he asks a question that pulls you from your boredom like no other.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

“What?” you ask, wondering if you’ve heard him correctly.

He cannot be serious. Does he really think talking about himself for an hour straight and not bothering to ask a single thing about you has convinced you to go home with him?

“You heard what I said. Let’s get outta here,” he smirks, and you have to bite your tongue to hold back from laughing.

“Trevor, we just met a few weeks ago.” you chuckle awkwardly, surprised at how forward he’s being.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t show you a good time,” he winks, and you have to stifle back a physical cringe at his failed attempt to be suave.

You smile uncomfortably, then stand up from your seat. “I’m gonna grab a refill” you tell him, making your way over to the bar.

Once away from your jackass of a date, you feel like you can finally breathe.

“Can I just get another water, please?” you ask the bartender behind the counter, but instead of hearing their response, you feel a sense of relief when you hear a familiar voice speak your name, instead.

However, that feeling of relief doesn’t last long, once your eyes fall on a sight that makes you sick to your stomach.

Joel is seated at the bar down a little ways, but with a woman beside him, her hand on his arm as she clearly tries to woo him. And not only that, but she’s gorgeous: flowing locks of dirty blonde hair frame her face perfectly, her plump, pink lips whisper little flirtations, and her pair of sparkling blue eyes are just beckoning him to her bedroom. Of course, you’re too distracted by her beauty and your jealousy to realize how uninterested Joel is in her advances.

“(Y/n), hi,” he repeats, and when you turn to meet Joel, the woman beside him seems to give up on her flirting as she gets up and walks away for the time being.

“Joel, what are you doing here?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” he replies lowly with a tilt of his head.

“Just… getting drinks with someone,” you shrug.

“Yeah?” he questions, not fully convinced. “Everything okay over there?”

“Yeah, why?” you feel the need to defend yourself, as if you need to convince Joel you’re doing okay, although you know that you’d much rather be with him for the night.

“You sure? He doesn’t strike me as the kind you’d hang around, Darlin’,” Joel replies, honestly meaning no harm.

“And you’d know that how?” you reply sarcastically, trying to cover up the fact that the nickname he calls you gives you the biggest rush of butterflies. “It’s just a date, Joel. It doesn’t mean anything,” you roll your eyes.

“I know it’s just… I saw you when I walked in. You just seem kind of uncomfortable. Wanna make sure you’re okay,” he reasons.

“I’m fine,” you snap back, suddenly feeling angry at Joel for some reason, although you know his intentions are good. But even briefly seeing Joel in the company of another woman sets you off, especially now that he’s trying to make it seem like he cares about you, when you know he doesn't think of you as anything other than a friend, at best.

“Darlin’,” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“Joel, I don’t need you watching over me like I’m some teenager out past curfew. I can hold my own,” you shake your head disapprovingly before grabbing your water from the bar, then brushing past him to return to Trevor.

“I didn't mean... M’sorry,” he mumbles in return, almost too late for you to hear as you walk away. But you catch it. And the sadness in his tone sticks with you for the rest of the night.

Joel’s heart breaks right then and there. All he wants is to help you and protect you - it’s just his nature. But seeing you with another guy, and one that he knows could never satisfy or take care of you the way he could - if he would ever buck up the courage to express to you how he feels - fills him with such an unbridled, unjustified rage.

He makes it his mission to keep a close eye on him for the rest of the night, although he feels guilty for invading your privacy. Then again, you’re in a public space, and Joel just has a feeling it’s the right thing to do. He knows that kid well enough to know he’s nothing but bad news.

Another half hour passes, and Joel’s female friend hasn’t returned to him, much to his content, - and yours, if you could only swallow your pride to look over at him to see that. Instead, he’s kept himself busy with listening in on your conversation and peering over every now and again, where he notices Trevor’s slight advances towards you, which are clearly unwanted.

He knows you’re a strong, independent woman, and he doesn’t want to overstep. But his instincts - and his anger - take over the second he sees the asshole’s hand slip from the table to your thigh and your face drops, a tell-tale sign you’re extremely uncomfortable. He can’t stand to see you in this situation.

“(Y/n),” he calls your name as he makes quick strides over to meet you, and your head spins in the direction of his voice for the second time tonight.

“Joel?” you reply breathily, both shocked by his presence but also grateful that it has seemingly scared Trevor’s hand off your thigh.

“Front door lock still giving you trouble?” he asks with a tilt of his head, hinting to you subtly he wants to talk in private. And though he knows the excuse is quick and not the best, he hopes you’ll catch on.

“What?” you stand up from the table, making your way out of earshot from Trevor, while ushering Joel back with a hand on his chest - and trying your best to ignore the way his rugged muscles feel beneath your palm.

“Do you need help?” he asks quietly, once the two of you are far enough away.

And even though your heart swells at the thought of Joel being so protective over you, it angers you for the same reason. Your hand falls from his chest and you shake both hands down at your sides.

“N-no,” you stammer feebly.

“You sure?” Joel asks like he did earlier, and for some reason, the genuine care and concern in his voice makes you even angrier.

“Yes,” you snap back, then swallow nervously as you grab your jacket from the back of your chair. “I was just leaving.”

Leaving both of the men behind you as you book it for the door, Joel’s heart aches at the sight of you walking out, knowing he’s just blown it with you.

“How you doin’, man?” Trevor slurs, clearly well past his limit, which could partially explain why he had been so bold towards you.

“Fuck off,” comes Joel’s grumble of a reply, heading out the doors, too.

But instead of following you out, like his instincts tell him to, he heads straight for his own house, where he sulks up to his bedroom and overthinks every moment of tonight.

Joel doesn’t sleep a wink that night.

Or the next night.

Or the night after that.

Three days pass before he anticipates seeing you again, when you’re scheduled to be on patrol together, and he’s a nervous wreck from the minute he gets up at four-thirty that morning to meet you by the post at five.

The sun is barely up by the time he gets there, where Tommy is waiting for him, but you’re nowhere to be found, which makes Joel’s already nervous heart sink to the ground.

His mind goes to the worst thoughts. Are you still on the schedule? Did you ask to be switched off after the night at the bar? Do you hate him now?

“Morning,” Tommy greets with a yawn.

“Morning,” Joel grumbles back. “What time is it?”

“Ten to. Why? Got somewhere else to be?” Tommy snarks back.

“No. Where’s (Y/n)?”

“How should I know?”

“Well, ain’t she my partner today? She’s normally here by now,” Joel explains gruffly.

“Maybe she’s on her way. Don’t matter, though. I’ll go out with you if she doesn’t show in time,” Tommy reasons, which is not what Joel wants to hear.

Luckily for Joel, you show up just one minute till five, and Joel is right; that is much later than you normally show up. But you sulked just as much as Joel did on the way here at the thought of seeing him again after your little dispute.

You’re embarrassed, but also eager to see him again; you want nothing but to apologize and make up, but also to stand your ground and stay angry at him. It’s all so confusing.

Shortly after Tommy gives you the radios, supplies, and a quick update, you and Joel head out on patrol, but not before you receive some extra ridiculing from Tommy about “someone needing her beauty sleep”. What Tommy doesn’t know is that you got just as much sleep as Joel had these past few nights, instead laying anxiously in bed thinking about seeing the man again.

Joel takes the lead as the two of you head off, neither of you saying a word for the fifteen minute trip out, and for the first ten minutes at the first lookout post.

“Morning,” Joel finally speaks up with his back to you as you look out on opposite sides of the vast landscape surrounding Jackson’s walls, long after you thought the entire patrol shift would be endless hours of silent agony and tension between the two of you.

“Good morning,” you reply cordially, but with no real emotion behind your words.

You’re not sure where you stand with Joel now after the situation at the bar just a few nights ago, and that hurts more than you can say. You’re mad at him but you’re also dying for his attention and affection more than usual. But you doubt he wants to talk to you after you snapped at him for simply trying to help you.

For so long, ever since you’d come to Jackson nearly five years ago, Joel was a safe place and your friend, above all else. But as soon as your little crush developed into something more, you knew it was something you would struggle with, especially with the way Joel treats you with such kindness and gentleness. You just couldn’t help falling for him the way that you did.

Another beat of silence passes; the only sounds to be heard are the quiet rustling of leaves and the chirping of the early morning birds. The beginning of the sunrise around you casts a golden hue on Joel’s stunning hazel eyes, and you’re almost too mesmerized by their beauty that you nearly miss when he starts to speak up again.

“Listen, I’m really sorry… About the other night,” Joel says after another few moments.

“It’s fine,” you shrug, feeling your heart beat nearly triple in speed at the pending conversation. You could not be more grateful that he initiated it, because you wouldn’t have known where to start. “I really do appreciate you helping me out of that. I’m, uh… I’m really sorry for being so rude.”

“I interrupted your date, Darlin’. You had every right to be rude,” he says softly, turning around to face you, and you mirror his actions at the same time. “I just worry about you, y'know?”

Your heart aches hearing those words leave his lips, but those feelings from that night are coming back to you now, and you’re starting to grow upset again. The whole situation has your brain muddled into a mess like no other.

“It wasn’t a date,” you turn away from him again as you mutter falsely in frustration both at yourself for even agreeing to go out with him, and at Joel’s stubbornly caring personality.

“I thought you said it was… just a date,” he returns with the echo of your own words from that night, clearly confused.

“I… I mean, it was a date. But not in that way,” you try to explain.

“Not in what way?”

“I don’t… Joel, I'm not interested in Trevor,” you sigh, turning around to face him for a second time.

“Why’d you go out with him, then?” he pushes further, and though his tone is soft, it comes off a lot more accusatory than he means for it to.

“I–” you start, but realize just how upset he’s making you. “I don’t have to answer that. Why should you care, anyways? You have… Blondie, don’t you?” you bark back, and it upsets you how immature you sound, like a jealous teenage girl.

“Blond… Huh?” Joel shakes his head as he struggles to understand you. “(Y/n), what in the hell are you talkin’ about?”

“I mean, that girl with you the other night couldn’t keep her hands off of you. You’ve got her, so why do you care about who I’m seeing?”

“What? (Y/n), that was just one of Maria’s... friends, I think. I didn’t even get her name. She was just very drunk. We are definitely not together.”

“Well, maybe you should tell her that. She was all over you, so I really don’t think you had the right to come up to me as if I was doing something wrong,” you spew out your anger through a sentence that doesn’t really even make sense.

“You weren’t doing anything wrong,” he shakes his head sincerely, try to understand what you've said while taking a hesitant step towards you. “I was just tryin' to help you. M'sorry.”

“But why do you even care? Pretending like you care! Pretending like I mean something to you when I know you don't see me as anything other than someone you have to look out for, out of obligation, and I know you have no intentions of being anything more!” you exclaim back, completely disregarding the twinge of pain in Joel’s voice he’d just let slip out as you place both of your hands on his chest and give him a good shove away from you.

“(Y/n), I like you!” he finally shouts, still staggering backwards from the force of your little push.

But the second those words blurt from his lips, Joel wishes he would have just stayed in bed this morning.

Nothing Tommy would have yelled at him for sleeping in and missing a shift would even begin to compare to the embarrassment of what he’s feeling right now.

He wants the ground to open up beneath him and swallow him whole so that you never have to see his face ever again.

“What?” you speak back breathlessly after a moment’s pause, needing to hear him again because you’re not even sure if you heard him correctly. Surely you must be hallucinating.

“Please don’t make me say it again,” he sighs shakily, turning away from you and indirectly confirming what you’d hoped he’d said.

“Joel,” you whisper, finding the courage to reach out and place a gentle, trembling hand on his broad shoulder, quite the opposite of how you’d pushed him away just seconds before.

He only responds with a quiet, reluctant hum.

“Please look at me,” your voice can barely be heard.

And he fulfills your gentle request, turning back around to you, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“M’so sorry,” he rasps, shaking his hung head.

“You have no reason to be sorry,” you say softly, then swallow nervously before continuing. “I… I like you, too, Joel,” you admit, and he looks up at you again, a small, barely-there smile drags onto his lips at your confession.

“You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better,” he scoffs lightly, using the tip of his boot to nervously scuff up some dirt from the ground.

“I’m not,” you insist. “Can’t you just accept someone’s affections?”

“Not when they're yours,” he smiles sadly and gives his head a slow shake.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” your voice breaks, hating how you feel cared for but also rejected by him, all at once.

“You’re… We can’t… Darlin’, I—” he stammers, but you boldly interrupt him.

“Joel, just say it!” you exclaim almost hysterically.

“Alright!” he shouts back, clearly struggling with the vulnerability of the situation. “I just… You’re just enough younger than I am that I never would have thought you’d find me attractive,” he states nervously.

"Well, first, believe me, I find you attractive, Joel," you let out a quiet, shy laugh.

“Still grapplin' with that," he shakes his head and lets out a short chuckle of his own.

"And second, I’m very much an adult, Joel. We both are. The years between us mean little to nothing when the whole goddamn world is falling apart anyways,” you state with a small laugh. "Besides, I don't think anyone here in Jackson has the right to judge anyone else for what they're doing with their life. Have you seen some of the idiots that managed to settle here?"

"I suppose you're right," he laughs. "But then I guess I just thought, even on the off chance that you did reciprocate my feelings... Well, I was worried about what everyone ‘round here would say if we were together.”

“What do you mean?” you ask hesitantly, and he sighs reluctantly in response.

“Darlin', we're complete opposites. I’m the... lone wolf. You’re a social butterfly. Some folks here still hate me for what they’ve heard about me, and rightfully so. But you...” he then scoffs softly just to himself. “Darlin', Everyone adores you. I don’t think there’s a single person who could have one bad thing to say about’cha. We couldn't be more different if we tried.”

“Again," you start with a laugh. "I don't think anyone in Jackson has the right to judge us, Joel. And, so what if we’re different? Opposites attract, y’know,” you playfully nudge him.

“Clearly,” he chuckles softly, putting a smile on your face. "I guess I was just too stubborn to even let myself entertain the thought of askin' you out."

"I wish you would've," you giggle. "I've been doing it for too long, myself. Every time I see you, I have to hold myself back from making a reckless move. I was afraid I was nothing more than some annoying, inexperienced patrol partner you have to look out for."

“You're so much more than that, Darlin'. C’mere,” he then mumbles as he sets his gun down and takes yours from you, too, leaning them both up against the railing of the edge.

Then, he’s opening his arms as an invitation for you to enter them, and when you do, it’s the best sensation you’ve ever felt.

Joel Miller is a broad, sturdy man, but he’s somehow simultaneously so unbelievably soft, and you feel so safe in his arms, despite the literal threats of the world around you that you’re supposed to be looking out for at present.

“M’sorry for all this,” he chuckles, squeezing you tighter. “F’I hadn’t been such a stubborn old man, as Ellie says, I'm sure we could’ve avoided months of this confusion.”

“I agree with Ellie,” you laugh, pulling your head off his chest only to look up at him, admiring the way the orange highlights of the early sunrise make his eyes sparkle. “But if we had skipped all those months, then I wouldn’t have gotten this incredible hug, right now,” you tease with a laugh.

“Oh, Darlin’, you would’ve gotten a lot more than a hug by now,” he taunts you right back. “And I’d love to show you how much we’ve missed out on, but if Tommy finds out we were doin’ all this… canoodlin’... I’m afraid he’d never let us go out on patrol together again,” Joel laughs softly, then lets you go, handing you back your gun.

“It’d be worth it, though,” you say with a smile, then lean up onto the tips of your toes to press a dainty kiss to his scruffy cheek before heading down from the post to start on the patrol route before Joel can even register what you’ve done.

Pausing in your tracks then turning to look behind you when you don’t hear footsteps following you, you catch a glimpse of the man; hand just brushing over the spot on his cheek where your lips were, sporting a cherry red complexion in stark contrast to his silvery locks of hair and lush beard framing his face.

“Hey, old man,” you tease, placing a hand on your hip. "You comin' or what?"

“Right behind ya, Darlin’,” he shakes his head and scoffs at you as he slings his gun back over his shoulder where it belongs.

For as bold as he was just moments earlier, mentioning all the other things you could have done besides hugging, you know deep down, he's painfully shy, and such a softie. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

a/n: i love a good angst to fluff/kinda enemies to lovers trope lol dividers by @inklore !! thank you so much for reading! reblogs and feedback are so greatly appreciated and help out your fave writers more than you know 💘

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arthenaa · 1 year

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Ominis Gaunt x GN! Reader ; fluff

He's addicted to your scent. <3 (Reader is not MC in this one)

Ominis knows you're near through your scent. It's your most distinct feature for him. Sebastian almost thinks it's comical with how fast Ominis knows you're there the moment your scent wafts in the room. You think it's cute how Ominis lights up like a little crup who gets to see his owner after a day of work.

It can also be a safe haven for the young Gaunt. It never fails to make him calm and at times, it helps him destress from the noise of the world. You had been standing for about 30 minutes in the halls of the Defense against the Dark Arts Tower. Arms wrapped around you, holding tightly against his chest and face buried on the crook of your neck is your boyfriend of 8 months, Ominis Gaunt.

"Ominis." You softly call him, hand caressing the arm around your waist. He lets out a soft hum, pulling you closer if that was even physically possible. "Ominis, love. We have to move."

It wasn't that you were positioned out in the open. Ominis had pulled you in a secluded corner where teachers and students rarely passed. It was because the Undercroft would be a much more fitting place to fully give your undivided attention to the needy boy behind you.

Sebastian had been called behind by Professor Hecat on certain concerns regarding his behavior in class (He had accidentally jinxed Leander Prewett during a duel in class and let's say he's been doing extra work for Professor Hecat as part of his punishment). You two had initially tried to wait for him. However, Ominis, who was unusually clingy during class (always sticking close to you wherever you went), had pulled you to a secluded corner, thus your present situation.

"Sebastian's still with Hecat." Ominis muffled against your neck. He presses a chaste kiss against your pulse, which sends a shiver down your back. "Let me enjoy this."

"You can enjoy this in the safety of the Undercroft." You giggle as he presses more kisses, ascending to the side of your face. He stops, burying his nose in your hair.

"You smell nice."

"Creep." You tease to which he scoffs jokingly.

"I'm your boyfriend." He mumbles as he places his head back on your neck. You lean back against him with a smile.

"Doesn't excuse you being a perv."

"Rude."

"This is nice. I always love being near you. It helps me zone out whenever Sebastian rambles on and on about his little crush on the new fifth year." Ominis lifts his head to place his chin on your shoulder. You let out a soft laugh.

"I'll be sure to tell him that." You smile. "You're like a little crup, you know?"

"Are you calling me a dog?" Ominis lifts his head in amusement, turning his head to the direction of your voice. You look up at him, giggling.

"Cause you act like one. Sebastian tells me you've got a great sense of smell when it comes to me. I think that's a talent."

Ominis flushes at the information. He's become too aware of your presence that he unconsciously developed a sensitive nose to your smell. He's in love! What was he supposed to do?

"Aw, are you embarrassed?" You tease, pinching his cheeks. He only pouts, moving his arms from your waist to wrap around your arms.

"Well, deal with it cause I'm going to be stuck to you like a niffler with a coin." He mumbles, smiling against your hair. You turn towards him, his arms loosening in the process. Your arms pull him into a hug as you look at him with a smile.

"Wouldn't that be a dream?" You grin before pecking his lips. He lets out a small laugh before hugging you close. Too immersed with each other, both of you fail to notice two Slytherins standing a few pillars away with varying looks on their faces. One with disgust and one with sadness.

"I don't know how you do it, Sallow." Imelda continues to cringe as she watches the couple in front of her. "I'd want to fall off my broom daily if they do that in front of me."

Sebastian elbows her on the side, causing her to groan and writhe in pain. She gives him a glare, to which he responds with a sigh. "When will it be my turn to be happy?"

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A/N: i love ominis

#ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt

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cumulo-stratus · 6 months

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Protector

Pairing: spencer reid x male!reader

Summary: after an unsub tries to hurt y/n, spencer steps in.

Warnings: cannon typical violence, talk of not being able to breath, Lemme know if theres anything else!

flufftober day 17: protective

A/N: were gonna ignore the fact that im skipping day 16 (im a touch avoid et autistic and the idea of a massage makes me so uncomfortable and i just couldnt write guys im sorry 😭) also ik i kinda ghosted yall on fics for like a couple weeks buuttttt (haha butt) i just got super busy with school, but its started to calm down again, i got all the presentations and tests out of the way so ill have more time to write after school. thx for being understanding <3!

Y/n fit the unsubs victims almost to a T- and y/n knew that. He knew that with no other options at this point, he would have to go undercover to bait her. And Spencer knew this- but it didn't mean he was happy about it. Y/n knew Spencer had abandonment issues- and tried his best to comfort Spencer, reminding him that both, and the rest of the team would be waiting close by incase anything happens.

"Spence- I'll be okay, I'll have Morgan, Rossi, and prentiss in there with me- and I'm sure we can convince Hotch to let you go undercover in the bar so you can be nearby."

"Good- I need to be there incase something happens."

Y/n sighed and looked at Spencer- his eyes full of care for his boyfriend, nad gave him one last reassuring kiss before leaving spencer on his own for. a minute and rejoining the team to go over the plan one more time, just to be safe. And to ease spencers mind.

y/n was sat in front of the bar in the extremely crowded pub, wearing fancy clothes, giving the appearance of wealth. The woman they were trying to catch believed that men didn’t deserve money, and she was punishing them for having it by torturing and killing them. Y/n was hoping they would be able to arrest her before she gets to the torturing part of her routine. He zoned back into the present when he heard someone approach him. She was dressed in a skin tight red dress that hugged her curves, and had a flirty look on her face.

"So- what's a man like you doing at such a 'working class' place like this?"

Her sickeningly sweet tone made y/b want to vomit, but he hid it well, glancing over at Emily who was across the bar, keeping a close eye on the situation.

"Well, sometimes I don't mind getting my shoes a little dirty with the 'average person'"

Y/ns voice was flirty, causing him to internally cringe at his own words, hating that he sounded like a yuppie. But hid it and let the unsub continue trying to seduce him.

"Wel I'd be perfectly happy to help you rub a little mud on those jimmy choos if you like..."

Y/n almost grimaced, but held back. He threw a glance across the bar to spencer, hoping to reassure him that he was okay. And when they met eyes for a second, y/n could tell that spencer still wasn’t happy about him being there. Y/n did the best he could to reassure him with his eyes from the other end of the bar, before returning to the conversation with the unsub. She was now starting to get hands y with, and y/n knew she had decided he was going to be her next victim. Eventually she invited him to walk her to her car.

“after all, i’m a petite woman by myself at night…”

All y/n could think about was the major pick me girl energy radiating off her, but outwardly he just smirked and extended his arm for her to take.

“of course, i could never turn a lady like you down.”

And as the pair made their way to the front door, spencer was the first to lift himself from his seat, following discreetly as if he had received a phone, and needed to leave the bar. Almost immediately after the door swung closed she start feeling y/n up, and spencer could feel a green jealousy boiling in the back of his mind. And. he couldnt help himself from walking slightly closer so he could hear what she was saying to his boyfriend.

“you know- i dont know if its safe for me to drive, maybe you should drive me back to your place, and we could continue this…”

Y/n smirks, which makes spencer even more jealous, but hold holds back for the good of the case. As the pair approach the unsubs car, she pushes him against the car, kissing him- no, actually it was more like she was eating his face. Now it wasn’t only jealousy coursing through him, but also anger. Not anger like the bright red, passionate, kind, more like a dark maroon simmering in the pit of his stomach, ready to boil over kind. But a warning glance from Rossi and Morgan, who had now joined him in the parking lot while Prentiss updated Hotch, told him to back off. And he did, but he wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself back. Now y/n wasnt enjoying it either, but he just closed his eyes and sucked it up, practically counting the seconds till it would be appropriate to stop kissing having his face eaten, and get in the car. But y/n lost count of the where he was when he felt a hand grasp his neck. He knew later that this is how she had been subduing her victims, as they would already be out of breath from making out with her, and she would have the upper hand. But y/n couldn’t possibly process that. The only words that had been going through his mind as his entire life flashed in front of him were ‘Air. Need air.’

And thankfully his wishes were granted when the feeling of hands around his neck vanished, and over the sound of blood rushing in his ears he could hear shouts resembling “FBI Amy Brockett your under the arrest for the murders of James leason, Christian Lanery, and Gregory Poultan!”

But what grabbed his attention more was when a blurry face with the outline of a mop of brown, curly hair filled his vision- it was spencer. And he himself was now on the ground, coughing.

As soon as spencer had seen the woman’s hand wrap around y/n’s neck, he bolted across the semi large parking lot with his gun raised. When he arrived he pulled the unsub off y/n with more strength then he knew he had, and threw her onto the ground, looking her dead in the eyes and saying “You ever touch him again, i wont hesitate to shoot you” in a low, almost growl. But what stopped him from turning and tending to his boyfriend who was now crumpled on the pavement, coughing to regain his breath, was a scoff from the woman who was now being handcuffed and read her rights by Morgan. But spencer didn’t care enough about the unsub to send more than a dirty look her way before turning his attention to his boyfriend at the sound of another violent cough. Spencer knelt down, taking y/n’s face in his hand, while the other one dragged lazily up and down his back, coaching him through the coughing fit. And it was only then that spencer noticed the tears staining y/n’s cheeks.

“Oh angel its ok, im here, you’re ok.”

Y/n released a small hiccup, falling easily into spencers arms. Spencers eyes searched his boyfriends body for any other injuries other then the marks on his neck that were already becoming a maroon-ish purple hue. spencers eyebrows were creased in concern at the marks on his partners necks and when y/n noticed this he tried to reassure him.

“spence- baby im fine, i just needed to catch my breath..”

even though y/n’s breathing he evened out it was still sounding a little weezy as harshly tried to rub away the tears in his eyes. spencer caught y/n’s in his own, preventing the harsh red skin y/n was leaving behind from rubbing his skin so strongly.

“angel, come on lets go have a paramedic check you out..”

spencer helped y/n up, and only then did he notice how many police cars and ambulances had filled the parking lot with screaming sirens and blaring lights. The couples faces were basked in blue and red light as spencer lead y/n to a paramedic to get checked out. And as y/n sat there, the paramedic poking and prodding- spencer stayed planted next to him, hand in his.

The End

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Coffee Shop 🍵

ᴴᵃᶦ ʷʰᵒᵉᵛᵉʳˢ ʳᵉᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ, ᶦᵛᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᶦᶜ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʳʳ ˢᵒ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ˡᵐᵏ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ, ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿᵗ ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵒᵖᵉʳˡʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ʸᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁿᶦᶜᵉ ˡᵒˡ

Todo with a partner who struggles receiving affection

Accepting any kind of affection was always difficult for you, something about not getting enough positive attention, something about parental issues and a lack of unconditional love. You didn’t care what it was though, you just couldn’t do it. I mean, you want the praise, the spoiling, the soft touches and attention- but something about it made your stomach churn until you got rid of the source. Whether it be straight up ghosting or just pushing partners away and labelling it as 'the ick', long term relationships were pretty much a no go.

Until Toudou. He was perfectly smitten with you and didn’t take offence when you pushed him away or tried to at least. He knew what you truly wanted and forced you to take it. Beyond casual affection, he truly wanted you to feel safe and it showed. He was so gentle despite his brutish strength and hulking frame, giving you the soft touches you so desperately craved whether it be holding hands or just gently caressing your arms or waist if he’s feeling more bold. You were getting used to it honestly, not quite ready for anything beyond gentle touches and it was nice that someone saw through your façade. That ability of his was something you loved and were deeply grateful for.

It’s always been hard for you to say wat you wanted and as a result people pushed too far. He was so patient with you, as much as he was persistent with showing you affection he didn’t push too far, reading your reactions to different touches and names. On days where you were more sensitive about affections, cringing at his pet names (mostly “sweet girl” and “my pretty”), he would wait for you to initiate. His biggest W was when you were both relaxing at his place going about your own business when you suddenly decided made home in his lap. He didn’t make a deal of it (internally he was screaming but in his head moving or even mentioning it could scare you away). Instead setting for stroking your hair. But yes, he was incredibly receptive of your comfort levels and didn’t condemn you for struggling to communicate what you wanted.

He was more emotionally intelligent than you expected. Moreso than anyone else you’d dealt with before.

Cheeky scenario

“Aoi, let go, people are staring”, actually nobody at all was staring but your fear of being perceived as one of those cringe ‘pda’ couples made you weary of any physical touch in public.

You should be well adjusted by now, you knew he was clingy and wanted to treat you like his princess but lingering thought made you feel unworthy, embarrassed and sometimes mildly disgusted by it.

He remained silent, brushing you off before massaging the sides of your upper arm and resting his head on your shoulders. You both probably- no definitely looked silly, but again, Toudou didn’t care he would cradle you like a baby everywhere you went if he could.

You stood in line at the local coffee shop, such a cutsey place. It was shocking that Toudou chose it, then again his favourite thing on this earth was Takeda Chan so it tracks. Regardless, choosing to distract yourself from your clingy boyfriend and the sinking feeling in your stomach- you skimmed the menu. Maybe you’d try a new drink or just add something fun to your regular order. This new train of thought combined with Toudou’s soft touches left you completely zoned out. A duality in itself but you’d stopped questioning how many things this man could make you feel at once, it was dizzying to even think about.

“Peppermint tea, no sweetener and a croissant”-

After a quick double take to your boyfriend you smiled at the barista, still a little zoned. You’d only been out for coffee (tea in this case) a few times, and you ordered separately as you didn’t want him paying for you. He lead you to a seating area to wait and ,you turned to face him, he wore a proud smile waiting for some form of praise, for a moment and negative thoughts faded as his pride in himself made you giggle.

Then the guilt returns almost faster than it left as did the familiar pang in your chest, “I’m gonna transfer you the money”, you blurt out. He refused. “No, it’s okay just let me" ,you tried to protest.

After a short back and forth you were met with a “Don’t you dare”, his tone hardened, bordering abrasive, forcing you to shut up and listen.

“o”

And it worked, he shut you right up before pulling you into a hug, your head resting just below his chest as you still attempted to pull away but he didn’t let you. “Just let me love on you", he said softly kissing the top of your head. Again, he said all the right things to make you want to accept his touches, hugs, kisses and whatever else. You’d never admit it but you liked it, you liked that he paid for your order you liked being smushed into his chest and even more the kiss he placed on your head. You did your best to ignore your thoughts and he helped you along with a short whisper of “You deserve everything I have to offer you know, and more”. So you let yourself enjoy the moment until your orders are called.

It wasn’t perfect but slowly you were learning that you were worthy of undying love and you didn’t have to chase away affection

- Love🌸Flo

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 11 months

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Pairing : yandere!Lee Minho x F!Reader Word Count : 1.8k TW : yandere ; manipulation ; yelling ; fighting ; 1(one) slap ; the usual yandere angst ; Request : Anon : yandere lee know?

“Have you ever thought about what things would be like if I wasn’t here…” You pondered over the cup of coffee that you were holding in both hands. The only reason you held it so tightly was just in case he reacted badly to your question, and most of the time, if not every time you brought up something along the lines of you leaving or just not being there in general, he would blow up. The coffee was, in a way, a sense of security, a weapon if it had to be, just to save you enough time to get to the bedroom which had become your safe zone.

He hummed softly, his fork scraping against the plate, creating the most cringe inducing noise. You wondered if he did it on purpose, but he himself even winced at the sound before dropping the fork and staring at you, so maybe it wasn’t intentional. You questioned everything he did though, it just came as a habit after being stuck with him so long. “Nope.” He said, almost cheerfully, as a smile spread across his face. “I’d like to think that no matter when or where, I would have gotten you at some point. You’ll always be mine, darling.”

Even though he wasn’t angry, his response still had your skin crawling. He had said in a lot more words that basically you’d always belong to him, and you hated that. You didn’t want to belong to anyone… But sadly, you had ended up with him. The good memories that you had shared with him which feels like forever ago have long since been overshadowed by the constant fighting, the nights spent crying after he flipped out for what you felt to be no reason at all. There was no way out, you had tried to leave so many times before, it only made him more angry, and you had at some point just given up entirely on getting out.

“What do you like about me though?” The breakfast table had become the birthplace of a brand new idea, a tactic that might have him making you leave instead of you having to find a way out. If you stopped doing and being everything that he liked, maybe he’d just get rid of you and you’d finally be free. Sure, it sounded stupid, but it felt like your hands were tied and there wasn’t much that you could do except hope that it would work.

A quiet chuckle sounded through his lips as his head fell back, and you wondered if he was thinking about how to answer. Did he even have an answer, or had you just been unlucky enough to fall for him and his charms and he took advantage of that? “I like how you’re so thoughtful of me, making sure the house is clean and that I have something to eat when I get home from work. I like how you’re comfortable enough to walk around the house with your hair all messy and wearing my clothes, it’s so cute. I like the way you curl up next to me in bed every night and that adorable smile you have in the morning before you fully wake up.” You could see his smile growing wider the more he spoke, and for some strange reason, you actually started to feel bad about using those things against him. “I actually love those things about you… And there’s so much more. You’re just… My favorite person in the whole world.” His laughter got a little louder as his head rolled forward, his chin resting in the palm of his hands as he looked at you. “So what do you like about me?”

Of course, you hadn’t planned on him asking you that question, you didn’t have a single thought in your mind now, and the intense stare down was only making it harder for you to think in general. “Uhm… well…” You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you looked around the room, but every time your eyes passed over him you could see the large smile that he had been wearing grow smaller and smaller until his lips were set in a straight line and the light that had once glimmered in his eyes was gone.

“Right…” He muttered, his hands dropping from under his chin to drum against the table. “You don’t love anything about me. I’m the world's biggest piece of shit.” There it was, the victim mentality that he always had. He was the one who was basically holding you hostage, but somehow you were the bad guy for not loving him after everything that he put you through.

Even still, your head quickly shook, not because you were disagreeing with him, although that’s what you wanted him to believe. You just didn’t want an argument, you had gone a good portion of the morning without getting yelled at, and you didn’t want to start now. “It’s not that… I just didn’t expect you to ask the same question. I was thrown off guard a little.” You quickly tried to excuse your lack of an answer, and you kept your fingers crossed under the table as you waited and wished that he would believe you.

“I didn’t expect to be asked the question at all…” He mused, leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were narrowed as he stared at you, sometimes it felt like he was just reading you, reading your face, your eyes, your body language. That’s exactly what it felt like he was doing right now. “But I was able to come up with so many reasons… And you can’t come up with anything? Do you not even love me?”

You didn’t want this to turn into an argument, you had been actively trying to avoid one all morning, but it seemed like every single route led you to this. “I do… I do love you…” You stammered, already breathing heavily, the instinctive reaction to already be ready to run had you shifting slightly in your chair so that your feet weren’t underneath the table. “I just wasn’t ready-”

His fists came down on the table and you felt yourself shrinking into the chair, you always became so small when he was like this. “You’re lying!” His voice rang out in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut. “You always lie to me… Just tell me the truth. Do you love me?” The question would usually have you rambling on and on about how much you did love him, about how amazing he was. It wasn’t the first time he had asked, and even though he knew when you were lying, he would listen with a smug smile on his face.

You weren’t sure what had changed today, but you were done lying. You were done with running away from him. You were tired of cowering whenever his anger became too much. If you fought back, maybe he’d change his mind about you, about why he loves you. “No. I don’t love you. I don’t love anything about you.” The smirk that he had been wearing while expectantly awaiting your usual response was now fading as he listened to you, turning into a scowl as he stared at you from across the table. “I hate waking up next to you in the morning, I hate when you come home from work and I have to see you. Your touch makes my skin crawl, your kisses make me want to vomit… I hate you.”

The reaction didn’t come immediately, it actually took a couple minutes for him to process what you had said. This was completely unlike you, it was one thing to know you didn’t love him but have you lie about it… It was something completely different for you to be so vocal about not loving him, about everything you hated about him. “Is that… all true?” He quizzed, almost like he was giving you one last chance, a chance to change your mind, to take back everything that you said. Of course, you’d still be in trouble for even uttering those words, but the punishment would be less severe. Without a second of hesitation, you firmly nodded your head. This was it, you were sure of it.

Before your eyes had even reopened after blinking, you felt the back of his hand land against your cheek, your face momentarily whipping to the side before going right back to looking at him. You weren’t sure where the courage came from, maybe it was just the months of built up anger from the situation that you were in. You were tired of being the scared little mouse that would cower in the corner of the room, waiting for him to come get you. You would fight back now, and you weren’t sure how it would end, but at least you had tried.

Everything that had once been on the table was now on the floor with one quick swipe of your hand, coffee mugs shattering against the porcelain tiles of the kitchen floor as you practically lunged across the table at him. “I’m not scared of you, not anymore. You can yell at me, you can hit me… but I’m done hiding from you. I’m gonna leave… No matter what it takes… I won’t be stuck here with you anymore.”

You were a mere inch from his face, and he had the opportunity to scream at you, to hit you, to do anything he wanted. It’s what you were waiting for as his eyes bored into your own, but strangely enough, he started smiling. His hand came up, gently gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger to hold you in place. “You’re so… feisty… My darling…” He cooed as he stood from his chair, tilting your head back so your eyes would stay on him. “It’s quite adorable that you think you have any say in when you’ll be leaving… You’re stuck here with me forever, you know that.” He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Although I will add this little act onto my list of things to love about you… It was quite entertaining.”

All of that… Everything that you had done… The strength that had somehow manifested in that moment… And it was all for… This? For him to find it cute? For him to practically laugh in your face and look at it as a joke? You truly were stuck with him… No matter what you did, you’d always be here. Everything that you did to go against him… It was all pointless at the end. You could either continue trying to fight against him… Or you could try to learn to love him. It would be hard… But it was the only thing you hadn’t tried yet.

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directdogman · 4 months

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My cat, now may I have a fun fact that’s stored in your brain, directsogman?

Also she looks a lot less dead inside irl I promise

here's a fact for you: after satan launched his failed rebellion (cringe), most of the participants in his naughty coup were cast down into the flaming pits of hell (as seen in Dante's Inferno: the Netflix special) but since a good chunk of the place was being zoned off at the time to test for asbestos (and thus, could not safely house the demons that were designated to reside there), those unlucky demon souls were instead cast down to earth.

To ensure these wicked souls could do no further harm, they were transferred into the bodies of dumb cats (all of whom happened to be orange, in order to not lose track of which cats had divine court appointments coming up.)

So, that's why orange cats are like that. it's down to demonic software running on dodgy hardware. hopefully this will make things clearer the next time your cat walks head-first into a wall and then sprints away, as if something stationary somehow snuck up on it. That was actually William Blake's intention when he painted The Flight of Moloch:

...as you know, the art world hadn't really adapted to painting cats well yet. esp orange ones.

depicting these demons in their origin forms was the only way to get the art taken seriously. but it's them. the very same lunatics. goodnight, all.

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cyberpunkaddict · 4 months

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2023 Letter.

Here we are again. It’s been a year since my last letter. This is my last post for 2023. I included a bunch of unreleased VP again.

Read the letter below:

This year has been a rollercoaster in many ways. It’s really easy to focus on the negative because it seems to take up so much space. But it’s important to take some time and think about the positive in life too to get some perspective.

Life is made up of tiny moments of happiness after all. ❤️

The Cyberpunk 2077 community is very important to me. "Stuff" we may or may not agree with is bound to happen no matter where we are, IRL or online. But no matter who you are, in the end we all want the same things; feel like we belong, make connections with people, escape real life for a while, have fun and feel safe.

I'm a broken record lol, but... Without you there wouldn't even be a community whatsoever. Thank you for being part of it and making it fun! ❤️

So, back to reminiscing on 2023...

If you know me, you know I'm a stubborn perfectionist. With that comes pessimism, but I’ve grown and gained a more positive outlook on life, which is something I’m proud of. It's not often I'm proud of something, striving for perfectionism and all, so admitting this is a huge achievement for me. I know I'm always gonna be a perfectionist when it comes to my art though, but that just forces me to be a better artist, so it's not all bad... As long as I don't overdo it, which is something I'm working on. My goal for 2024 is to stop being so hard on myself and upload more to Tumblr. ❤️

I started doing OC gif giveaways this year, and I definitely wanna do more, and not just gifs but VP too. I do these because I want to spread, excuse the cringe lol, happiness and positivity. I love to give back. It gives me purpose in life.

I started modding as well, which I wanted to do for months, but I was too scared because it seemed so complicated... But I did it. I'm proud I went out of my comfort zone for once.

So, Dear Everyone ❤️, once again...

Thank you for sharing your incredible art, writing, cosplay, mods, and the list goes on. I hope 2023 treated you well, if not, let's make 2024 beyond amazing! I want you to know that you make my day better no matter what is happening in my life. The simplest joke in a tag or a simple hi in a DM make me smile and laugh. And if this is how I feel, just know you make other people you've never met before feel this way too. I think that's pretty cool.

One day I might have to leave Cyberpunk 2077 behind, because that's how life goes sometimes. And that’s sad to think about... I’m not ready to put it behind me yet. At the same time it means that this community, and my OCs and yours will always have a place in my heart.

I will never forget you.

Here's to another year filled with lots of happy moments. ❤️

Bye 2023! Hello 2024!

Vicky

To everyone who made it this far, I have a little surprise... I’d like to do VP with one of your OCs. Comment on this post and tell me what you’re proud of in 2023. In a week-ish I’ll pick a random person (from the comments). :3

❤️❤️❤️

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tokkishouse · 1 year

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(SFW) Security

Characters: Tighnari x GN!Reader

Warnings: A little suggestive in the beginning but nothing explicit, descriptions of anxiety (separation anxiety??)

WC: ~0.9k words

Sunlight peeked through the curtains of Tighnari's room, bringing light into the room. Vines unfurled their leaves, inviting warmth and light. As the light spreads throughout the room, it shines over your face. You groan, turning your body so you can bury your face into your lover's chest. Tighnari purrs in response, pulling you closer to his body.

The bliss is short-lived of course. The light continues to spread and soon the forest ranger is unable to ignore the reminder to wake up. He growls under his breath, slowly arching his back in a stretch. His tail unfurls from around your waist, and the lack of warmth makes you whine in dissatisfaction. You open one eye, watching the canine let out a big yawn, revealing his sharp teeth. He smacks his lips and his eyes flutter open, pupils dilating as he takes in the sudden bright light.

"Ack! Ah...'s bright," he mutters to himself, looking down. He smiles and leans down, nuzzling your nose with his. "Good morning."

You smile tiredly and tap his face in acknowledgment.

"Good morning. Are you going on patrol today?" You're hopeful for a day spent being tangled in the sheets and lazing under the sun. The sound of joints popping and sheets being rustled disappoints you as you watch Tighnari slowly sit up.

"Today's another day of scouting for me dear." One look at you and he can see the disappointment painted all over your face. He gently cups your face and leans back down to kiss your temple.

"I always return safe and on time, don't I?"

And it was true-- without fail, for as long as you can remember, he never was gone longer than predicted. If it was a daily patrol, he was back before the moon was high. If he had a trip out to the desert and he said he would be gone for a week, he'd be back seven days later, 168 hours on the dot. It didn't make his departures any less disappointing.

He thumbs your cheek and rises from the bed, revealing his half-naked form. You look away shyly, the marks from your intimate previous night still evident on Tighnari's toned back. You turn your gaze back to him, watching as he moved around the room to prepare for his patrol.

Within the hour, both of you were standing in the doorway, bidding your farewells.

"If anything pops up, I will send a hawk out. Otherwise, I'll see you by moonrise," he promises, and he raises his hand to pat you lovingly. "Don't get into any trouble, or I'll give you that nasty medicine again."

You cringe, the memory of the last time you got needlessly hurt flashing in your mind. Tighnari laughs, pleased to know his message got across. Instinctively, his tail wraps around your leg and you stumble forward a bit. He wraps his arms around you, and you reciprocate.

There you two stand, enjoying each other's warmth. It's routine for you-- it should get easier every time. It should never be long-- after all, he always made it back home. But that doesn't stop the fears from creeping into your head. From the Fatui to the Withering Zones to stray Eremites and treasure hoarders-- anything could surprise him and leave him injured. And who's to say you'd find out in time?

"I love you," he whispers, and you're pulled out of your worrisome thoughts. Tighnari's the first to pull away, offering you a reassuring smile as he holds your hands in his. You take a deep breath, squeezing his hands.

"I love you too."

✦✧✦✧

Night has fallen and the moon has risen. Robin chirps are replaced with owl hoots. Instead of hearing the ambient chatter of the villagers in Gandharva Ville, trees rustling and crickets chirping. What you don't hear is the footsteps of Tighnari approaching your shared abode.

You glance outside, noticing the high position of the moon. You hadn't received a letter from Tighnari and none of the rangers who remained had notified you of any delays. He should be home by now. Your thoughts from earlier returned, doubt swirling in your mind.

You feel your breath become shaky, your hands becoming clammy and your chest tightening. The flowers were hypnotizing and you felt yourself getting dizzy as your environment warped and twisted around you. Tighnari is never late without reason.

The loneliness is suffocating and you're brought to your knees. You clasp your hands on your head, curling up within yourself in the center of the front room. You're so swept in your own anxieties and worries that you don't notice the door opening and Tighnari's voice calling for you. Noticing your hunched-over figure, he crouches in front of you, green and brown eyes swirling with worry.

"-/N! Y/N!" You jolt in surprise as your brain recognizes him. Slowly, the tension in your body melts away as you feel a familiar furry mass wrap around you.

"Are you okay? Are you sick?" He questions, ears perked and alert. His gaze wanders around your body, looking for an obvious source of your pain. When he sees you unharmed, he looks back at you, meeting your gaze. Instantly, you latch yourself onto him, nearly sending him toppling back. He sighs in relief and hugs you, holding you flush against him.

"Apologies. I ran into some trouble and met up with Cyno and the traveler. I meant to send a hawk but it slipped my mind. I'm here now, he explains, pressing a kiss on your head. You nod in understanding, but don't move your head from his shoulder. You both sit there in complete silence, enjoying each other's presence.

Requests (both sfw and nsfw) are open~!

#tighnari x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #tighnari fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact tighnari #genshin impact tighnari x reader #tokki writes

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Say My Name: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (24) There is a plan afoot, and you have a special request for you and Loki's (potential) last night of passion. (w/c 5k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Soft!Dom. Role Play. Bondage. Language. Thor cringe.

A/N: Thank you @lokikissesmyforehead for inspiring the Thor spell idea, and to @lokischambermaid for helping shape it. 🍆

You and Loki had talked until the dawn. You both knew what had to be done, but it didn’t make it any easier. “One last night, Loki…just in case” you had murmured against his skin this morning, still wrapped in the sheets damp from your lovemaking.

He slipped his shoes on, perched on the edge of the bed. You rested your chin on his shoulder. “Let’s do that thing...the thing you keep saying I’m not ready for.” Loki flipped his hair back, running his hands through those delicious curls with a smile. “It’s not that you’re not ready darling, it’s just that once you have tasted that particular side of me...it is rather addictive. And I’m not sure now is the best time.”

You raised an eyebrow, lowering your face to nuzzle his crotch through the soft wool of his suit.

“I think it’s the perfect time” you hummed, kissing along his thigh “to get you in the zone for tomorrow.” “Darling…” he groaned, as your teeth grazed the outline of his cock nestled beneath the fabric. “I have certain business to attend to. Important business. Remember?” You hummed against his rising erection, making his thighs widen. With a sigh you roused yourself, his hands cupping your jaw before you could even take a breath. Loki kissed you with an intensity that made your stomach flip, the smooth skin of his cheeks and chin rubbing against yours as he devoured you with his love. “Trust me.” he rumbled darkly, pressing his forehead to yours. “Remember what I said yesterday, and all will be well.” He stood, flexing his neck as seidr concealed the growing erection beneath his tight trousers. “Considering the circumstances, I shall acquiesce to your request, love. Tonight, we will explore my more...theatrical side, as you wish.” He turned, lifting the back of your hand to his lips with a kiss. “Do you remember the safe word?” he purred against your skin.

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“Brother, I must speak to you…” Thor murmured, standing far too close to be anything less than suspicious.

It was just before noon, the common room kitchens were buzzing. Loki stirred his tea, purposely clinking the porcelain with a spoon three times before he spoke. “Not this morning, brother. Not today. My enthuse for the dramatic is somewhat diminished of late.” His voice was firm, the words full of pregnant intent. Thor shook his head. “Tis’ not about any of yesterday’s unpleasantness brother, I require...the spell.” Loki’s brow furrowed as his mind ticked over the calculations. “The enchantment should last at least another month, brother, you must be mistaken” he muttered knowingly, a smile tugging at his lips.

The blonde growled under his breath, turning to lean his face closer, his blue eyes yearning for Loki’s understanding. “Brother, I implore you. The full weight of my Asgardian appendage is present beneath my garments and I cannot...they are so tight.”

He exhaled heavily, bringing his fingers to his forehead, “I am meeting a Lady for brunch soon brother. It is our third outing. You know what that means in Midgardian customs...” Loki cast his gaze down to where his brother was tugging at his crotch, a bulge the size of a ripe cantaloupe straining against the oversized denim. “Fine.” Loki snapped, tilting his chin towards his sibling. Thor began to unzip his jeans. “Not here, you cretin” the dark-haired god hissed, his eyes flickering up to where Clint and Bruce were playing cards at the kitchen table. “Honestly…”

Loki spun on his heels and walked out the door, hearing his fumbling sibling following him, spluttering aimlessly. “You know the issue brother, her midgardian pleasure-pocket will never fit the gargantuan might of our natural state-” Loki stopped, twisting the handle of an empty conference room and shoving his brother inside. “Well?” he huffed, raising his eyebrows towards his oafish kin in disdain as he closed the door. “Get on with it.” Thor unzipped the remainder of his fly, hoisting the enormous manhood to hang over his palm like a soft-roasted butternut squash. He bounced it, making it ripple. A seal flopping on ice. “Impressive, isn’t it brother?” Thor said smugly. Loki rolled his eyes. “I invented this spell for myself, brother.” he said, looking down sceptically at the flaccid slab of cock in his sibling’s outstretched hand. “Not as elegant as my own, I must say. Rather more...rustic, isn’t it? How appropriate.” A smirk toyed at Loki’s lips, a glow of seidr beginning to radiate from his palm as he hovered it above the offending appendage. “It is only by the grace of my powers you indulge in any of this realm’s carnal pleasures, brother. Remember that.” “Eh-he-he, it tingles...” Thor chuckled, before the door swung open. “Wow-wow-wow hell to the no.” Sam held his hands up to shield himself, eyes shut as he froze in place with a grimace.

“What fresh hell is this?” His voice was high, his mind processing what he had seen. “You Asgardians really are some filthy motherfuc-” “Calm yourself, Wilson.” Loki muttered, as Thor heaved his flopping member back inside the cell of his jeans, squishing it uncomfortably down his thighs.

“I was merely about to perform a simple-” Wilson’s eyes flew open, a finger pointing at Loki accusingly. “I don’t wanna hear it, Laufeyson. First Y/N, now whatever this is...nuh-uh. Nuh-uh.” “Y/N?” Thor mumbled, his brow furrowing questioningly, “I don’t know why my...my brother would remind you of...of...Y/N. Certainly there are no shenanigans afoot between them if that is what you are trying to imply by your-” “Dude, the cat is out of the bag and scratching up the place. Took a shit in the tub too. I know, that you know about him..” he pointed brashly again at Loki, who winced, “and Y/N. Although that doesn’t explain whatever I just saw and dude you need to see a doctor like, immediately. Jesus.” He brought his hand to his brow, rubbing firmly. “WHAT?” Thor boomed, the button of his straining trousers popping unceremoniously to the floor.

Loki patted his shoulder, trapping the rogue fastening beneath his foot. “Never fear, brother...I have a plan.” he murmured, looking at Sam. “Actually, if I may be so bold...I would ask a favour of you, Wilson.” Sam rolled his eyes, beckoning Loki into the corridor as the blonde god’s eyes widened. “Brother?” he hissed as Loki walked down the hall towards the kitchens. “Brother...m-my appendage!?”

---- Darkness had fallen as you made your way towards Loki’s rooms. Maybe for the last time, you thought; quickly pushing the intrusion to the side. You remembered the first experience of tiptoeing along the winding corridors of the Tower, anxiously peering around every corner on the way to his ‘chambers’. Now, every sound was familiar. Every warning creak of the elevator an old friend as you avoided suspicion. If you were honest, it all seemed like a moot point now.

The door was ajar by a crack, a soft flickering of light emanating beyond the frame. You slipped inside, turning quickly and pressing it closed with a soft click. A hand flew to the door over your shoulder, spread fingers rising from an armoured sleeve. You felt his presence at your back, dominant energy radiating from cold metal across the narrow space; his measured breaths rising and falling. The scent of ancient leather filled your nostrils, as rich and powerful as the man they belonged to.

“What’s this? A mortal? Entering the wolf’s den alone?” The dark tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine, a cold tingle racing over your body as you felt a cool breeze roll around your thighs. Jeans and a t-shirt had been replaced by a dark, shimmering green gown. Your fingers ran through a fold in the fabric, as soft as fine velvet. Heavy footsteps retreated, his stare burning a hole through the exposed back of your dress. There was a heat in the room you hadn’t felt before. A feeling of space. A feeling of… “Turn.” You complied, gasping in wonder as ancient stone brickworks came into view. Loki’s familiar living room had transformed into an Asgardian suite, sprawling low backed furniture sitting atop the rough marbled floor. A raging fire burned on a hearth, placed inexplicably where his bookcases usually sat. The flames spat embers which floated in the air, drawn towards their master standing to its side. You met his darkened eyes like a stranger. The cruel smile curling at his lips making another shiver throb inside your body, lower this time. Much lower. Loki’s Asgardian armour was not unfamiliar to you, but his expression was. It changed everything about him. The way the firelight made the metal flash, mirrors dancing on his high cheekbones, raven hair slicked back behind his ears. Straight. Harsh. Accentuating every sharp line of his face as he stared you down, hands clasped behind his straight back as he flexed his jaw. “You know why you are here, girl?” “To please me” he continued matter-of-factly, titling his head. His voice was deep, saturated with boundless condescension. “Do you think you are worthy of pleasing a Prince?” “Yes, Loki.” you murmured, not knowing where to look. You felt your eyes roaming over his broad frame. The layers on layers of leather stretched across his perfect body, the overcoat swirling around his calves as he began to take slow strides towards you in those sinfully authoritative boots. His fingers shot out like a whip, snapping to the underneath of your chin and tilting it upwards. He looked down on you with haughty consideration, his eyes narrowing. “A girl hasn’t earned the right to address me as such. Until I deign it so, you shall refer to me as your Prince. Understood?” You nodded again. The gusset of the unfamiliar lingerie he had wrapped around your body during his transformation was flooding with arousal.You had expected him to channel his gravitas to a certain extent during the game, but at this rate you didn’t think you would last the night. With what you had planned for tomorrow, perhaps that would be preferable. “I need to be certain that you understand who’s in charge” he enunciated, circling around you. Sizing you up. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Loki sneered, running a finger down the naked skin of your arm.

You shivered, the mean edge in his voice making you doubt yourself. Your breath was tight, shallow breaths rising and falling, your eyes fixed on the leather strap wrapped tight across his chest. “Never fear, pretty thing. I shall not harm you” he murmured, leaning in and inhaling deeply against the tip of your cheekbone. “I am hedonistic, not wasteful.”

Your thighs squeezed together beneath the flowing skirt of your gown, pussy clenching as you fought the urge to throw yourself against him in unbridled lust. You cleared your throat softly, tentatively raising your chin to meet his burning gaze. “What does my Prince ask of me?” you murmured, seeing his eyes narrow for a split second before a tepid smile flickered at the corners of his mouth. “To do what your told.” His voice was laced with coldness as he backed towards the low built chaise, thick leathers creaking as he lowered himself; thighs spread. “Do you think can manage that?” he hummed mockingly, deeper than the Mariana trench. His sexually apocalyptic performance was laden with the haughty eroticism you had fantasised so long about. Your knees began to feel weak as the warmth of the fire buffeted against the simmering heat beneath your skin. You nodded. Loki raised two fingers and beckoned you lazily, features dancing with amusement as you hurried towards him and stood awaiting your command. “Dress...” he muttered, leaning back. One of his forearms draped leisurely against his open thigh, the fingers of his other hand caressing his lips thoughtfully. He watched like a predator as the straps of your green gown slid down your arms, the bodice edged south by your quivering hands. It slid over your hips before you let the fabric fall to the ground around your bare feet. “Beautiful.” he whispered above the crackling of the fire. "Turn" he purred, circling his forefinger in the air. Loki admired the way the flickering flames danced seductively across your naked skin, shimmering against the exquisite emerald green lingerie that hugged your cleavage. The matching silk panties clung to your hips, the familiar scent of your desperate arousal filling his nostrils as his hips thrust gently beneath the leather. “Well?” Loki’s eyebrow cocked, his superiority seeping through the air as his tongue held on to the final note of his mocking overture. “Kneel, girl. Have you never been in the presence of royalty before?” You smiled despite yourself, sinking to your knees and resting back on your heels. Head lowered. “Good” he hummed, drawing his hand away from his lips. They glowed, a familiar pair of leather handcuffs appearing dangled from his finger. Your breath hitched, running your widened eyes over the imposing figure looming above you, his winged shoulders impossibly wide. The sole of his heavy boot scuffed across the rough cut tile as he re-adjusted his position, leaning forward with one forearm balanced on his thigh. “Wrists.” You stretched your arms forward, the patches of thin skin pressed together. Loki slipped the leather cuffs easily over your delicate hands, tightening the cord with a swift tug. His fingers brushed over your forearms, lingering a second too long to be anything less than loving. He sat back, the solemn expression he wore so regally settling back over his angular features. “Pleasure yourself” he said, the syllables dripping from his tongue making your ass tighten. Loki’s eyes glinted with mischief as he watched you squirm against the ties. You slid your thighs wider on the floor, leaning back on the soles of your feet as your tried to reach the centre of your desire. Fingers grasped for purchase on your slick pussy, the tips brushing maddeningly against your hood, whimpers snaking from your throat as you reluctantly accepted the futility of your position. He sat smugly above you. He knows I need him, you thought. The strength of his fingers. The pressure of his tongue. The force of his cock. “So undignified.” Loki chuckled, “Are you having some trouble, pet?” He leant forward, the glint in his focused eyes glowing brighter.

“I thought you said you would do what you’re told. That you would listen. I never said anything about touching yourself.”

He pushed a foot forward, the solid expanse of his leather boots looking incredibly inviting as you raised your eyes to meet his. He gave a silent nod of acknowledgment, dimples flashing as he tried to contain a smirk. You raised your hips, shuffling forward several inches. Your breasts pressed against his leather-wrapped knee, feeling the firm surface nudge into your soft flesh. The curves of your bosom heaved upwards at the motion, a needy whine crossing your lips as you lowered your aching pussy atop his waiting boot. It was softer than you expected, the ancient skin smooth beneath the sliding wetness as you rubbed your core against the curve of his ankle. The space only allowed for your elbows to be bent, hands intertwined in prayer above bound wrists. They brushed against his knee with every soft thrust, smearing your arousal on the cold material below. The raw energy of Loki’s piercing stare was penetrating. His eyes never left yours as your lips parted; brow furrowing as you took your pleasure under his command. Under his control. “Does that feel good, pretty thing?” he muttered, as your eyelids fluttered shut. You moaned in response, every tug of the leather against your clit a wave of bliss.

“Would you release yourself over my boots? Pathetic.” He sneered, his voice enflamed; the condescension making you whimper as your head fell back. You inhaled sharply as he pressed his foot upwards, the flat top of the shoe cramming devastatingly against your desperate centre. “L-Loki…” you stuttered, dangling on the precipice of orgasm as you squeezed your eyes shut, realising your mistake. You felt his leg tense against your chest.

“-MyP-Prince.” you corrected with a gasp, hearing him growl as he pressed the flat of his boot harder against your delicate cunt.

“Enough.” he murmured, withdrawing the shoe with a scrape along the stone. You whined at the loss of contact, your throbbing pussy gyrating against air as you fought for relief. “So wilful” he tsk’d. “If you wish for your Prince to be merciful, you must do better.” A cruel smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. “Wait for me in my bedchamber.” he enunciated solemnly. You waited for what felt like an hour. Loki’s illusion had removed any trace of modern life, the clock that normally hung on the wall replaced by a solitary burning torch. His bed had transformed too, the familiar setup gone. A tall four poster had replaced it, a canopy of rich ebony hanging above your head as you knelt in the centre of the soft mattress, knees sinking into the sheets. Visions of what Loki had planned raced through your mind. He knew what he was doing, making you wait. Finally, you heard the steady pace of his boots crossing the stone, the long shadow of his armoured form crossing the boundary of his bedchamber before he came into view. He didn’t look at you, staring straight ahead before standing at the foot of the bed, gaze raising slowly to meet yours. His cheekbones flashed in the low light, fingers flexing by the sides of his long overcoat as he took a sharp intake of breath. “It seems I overestimated your ability to follow instructions.” he said, the measured words making you clench. He tilted his head, the eroticism of his arrogance seeping through the space between you. “If you will not adequately follow the instruction of a Prince, perhaps you will follow the commands of a god.” You shivered, the hairs on your arms standing erect. “Rise.” he commanded. You drew up to the full height allowed by your kneeling position, stomach fluttering with anticipation as a silk rope appeared, looping around the bedpost closest to Loki.

He leant forward, a palm beckoning towards you casually. In a flash your cuffs were tied to the short rope through a small metal hoop. The god held one end of the rope in his hand, giving it a sharp tug. You fell forward towards the bedpost at the swift motion of his fist pulling the tie, catching yourself as he chuckled darkly. You drew yourself towards the cool, thick wood; palms grasping at the smooth mahogany. Loki drew the cord tight, yanking it down as you hissed at the smart of the leather against your wrists. Your forearms pressed tight against your breasts, melding yourself to the bedpost as he leveraged you into a satisfactory position. You barely had time to adjust before the flat of his palm met your ass with a hard smack. You yelped, cheek sliding against the polished wood. “Who do you serve?” he muttered, watching as your eyes ran up his imposing form; his hand poised to deliver another blow. “You my Prince,m-my god.” you whispered shakily, as he nodded thoughtfully. His finger trailed lightly down your spine, making you shiver. The metal of his wrist-guards ghosted the curve of your ass, the sharp coldness making you clench. “Do you seek my godly mercy, pet?” he murmured. “Not y-yet.” you choked, begging him to tuck his wandering hand between your legs. “Correct answer.” he sneered, before bringing his palm down with a slap against your willing flesh once more.

You moaned against the bedpost, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you processed the after-shocks of warming pleasure tingling on your skin. “Look at you, presenting yourself for me like a common slut” he chortled, smoothing his palm across your ass as you pushed it out involuntarily towards his touch. His fingers toyed at the waistband of your silk panties, before pulling them aside with a hard yank. The fabric yeilded with a loud rip, fluttering across the bed. You trembled as his fingers danced closer to your entrance, sliding gently over the wetness coating your inner thighs. “So ready to pleasure me. To please me, aren’t you?” he purred knowingly. He didn’t wait for a response. Loki’s fingers slid easily between your folds, reaching upwards to trace over your soaking clit. You groaned against the hands clasped around the post, keening into his teasing touch. “Do you wish a god’s touch to satisfy you, love?” he murmured gently, the facade of his theatrics momentarily slipping. “Do you wish for your deity to deliver you from this torment you find yourself in?” “I am a-at your service, fuck...whatever you wish..my god..ahhhh.” The words broke between staggered pants, the slow rub of his fingers against your clit making you dizzy. You tried to manoeuvre his digits to your entrance, desperate to feel them fill you. “I want you to use me, my Prince.” you grunted against the back of your hand, eyes flickering the side to catch him pursing his lips. Fuck he was so handsome. So intensely powerful. That leather. Loki’s dark hair was brushed behind his ears, resting on his armoured shoulders as he tilted his chin upwards in haughty contemplation. A warrior-god on the eve of battle. He smirked, fingers withdrawing from your pussy as you groaned with disappointment. “Please…” you murmured pathetically, as he bit his lip.

His wet digits made their way to the buckle of his chest strap, deftly unfastening it with a flourish. Your arousal on his fingertips left smearing marks on the metal as he shrugged the overcoat from his shoulders, falling to the stone below with a heavy thud. A breath hitched in your throat as he kicked off the heavy boots, watching the flex of his thigh muscles through the tight leather of his trousers. Loki's chiselled stomach strained against the perfectly fitted tunic as he crawled on top of the bed.

You slid your bound hands up the bedpost, the thin silk rope attached rising at will. They stretched above your head as Loki’s large palms cupped your breasts from behind, his mouth fastening between your shoulder-blades. A knee nudged your thighs wider. “My god…” you groaned, hanging your head between your biceps as he knelt behind you, rubbing his leather-clad groin against your ass. You felt his proud erection tight against your skin. Hard. “Yes, my pretty thing?” His hot breath in your ear made you jolt against him, whimpers falling from your quivering lips as you rubbed desperately. “Please, L-my Prince…” you keened, “my god, my..- please, I..” He shushed you gently, running his large palms down the curve of your waist. You heard a rustle of leather ties being unwound, a low gasp from his lips as he grasped his engorged cock in a fist. Loki’s leather tunic pressed flush against your back as he guided his length between your legs. He raised himself upwards, the horizontal column of flesh pressing tight against your slit. You moaned loudly, relief so close and yet so out of reach. He chuckled against your hair as his mighty cock teased through your folds, sliding back and forth with devastating precision over your throbbing clit.

“So impatient.” he hummed, “I am a merciful god, remember? All I require from you is patience.” One final withdraw between your lips and he thrust upwards; filling you to the hilt. You cried out, bracing against the bedpost as his hands bore down on your hips. “Fuckkk…” he growled, pulling you back on to his waiting cock. It hit the back of your channel, walls screaming with pleasure as every nerve fired like crackling magnesium. The leather clinging to his thighs smacked against yours, his tunic sticking to the sheen of sweat gathering on your back as he took your bound form without mercy. A hand slid down your stomach, his long fingers massaging your clit as you pressed back on his manhood.

“Do not come. Do you hear me?” he grunted darkly between the slap of his skin on your ass. You whimpered into your arm as Loki leant forward, sucking a bruising kiss to the side of your neck. He had never done that before, it had always been somewhere easily hidden. Easy to explain away if seen. His teeth grazed the soft skin as he applied more pressure, a primal groan sinking in his throat as he fucked you against the wooden bedpost. “Tell me what I will do, if they challenge me. If they try to take what is mine.” he growled, withdrawing his cock slowly as his deep voice rolled around the room like smoke in the flickering lamplight. “Burn their cities” you gasped, as he rocked the wide tip of his pulsing cock at your entrance. He hummed approval, entering the first inch of his length with agonising precision. You groaned as he did it, the fires of anticipation making you clench as he worked your clit beneath his fingers. “Make them feel your...y-your…” You tried to slide greedily back on his cock, your ass meeting a swift, harsh strike of his free hand. “Rage.” he said, calmly; enjoying the whimper from your lips as you pressed against the bedpost.

He leant forward, the leather of his tunic pressing hot against your naked skin as he whispered in your ear. “What else?” “C-chaos. Fuckkk...God...uhhh.,, I-in-insanity” you pleaded, as he massaged your reddened cheek. He hummed again, inching his cock deeper with a low chuckle.

“Flames. Rage. Chaos. Do you like the sound of that little thing? Is that what you feel right now as I fuck you like trapped prey? ” He bit down hard on your shoulder, the sharp edges of his perfect teeth making you yelp as he bottomed out. The cord holding your bound wrists tightened, the leather of the cuffs tugging at the thin skin.

“Answer me.” he growled, vibrating his finger against your swollen bundle of nerves. “Yes...m-my Prince” you gasped, blood rushing to your core as you felt orgasm approaching. “My g-god..L-my Prince I can't-..” Loki panted in your ear as he felt your walls begin to contract. “Yes, you like the sound of that don’t you. Standing by my side as I burn the world for you, and only you.” He groaned, thrusting so deep that you thought you would break with every curve of his hips. Loki’s free hand travelled up your arms, covering your bound ones with his. “You are loyal to me, yes?” he growled as his moans of pleasure grew louder. The god humped against your back, pushing upwards primally as the fronts of his leather trousers caught against your damp thighs. “Only you...only- ahhhh, fuck...you, my Prince, my god, my ev-everything my-” “Say my name.” he commanded darkly, sinking another bruising bite below the first into your neck. “Lokiii” you moaned, resting your head back against his shoulder, his name like a deep breath after being held underwater. “Say it louder.” he gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic as the god's fingers pulsed out of time on your clit. You complied, the wanton syllables of his name filling the air as he groaned against your skin. “Min elskling..." he purred darkly, drawing you back on his kneeling lap, “J-jeg vil ødelegge...uhhhh-gods...dem alle." His mysterious words hung in the air as he rolled you closer to the precipice of orgasm with every lilting wave of his hips. “Loki...please, let me cum. Please…” you begged as he palmed your breast, pressing you against the leather of his chest. He chuckled, widening his thighs so that you slipped further onto his cock with a pathetic groan. His fingers rubbed your clit gently, playing with your rising bliss for as long as he could. “Scream my name when you cum for me, won't you darling?” he cooed goadingly, toying with you. It was not a request. “Perhaps then, I shall release you.” His name thundered from your throat as you let the coil that had been tightening since you first saw him in his Asgardian finery fly. It snapped; the excruciating pleasure rolling from your pussy like syrup, coating every inch of your skin with sticky ecstasy that fizzed and shivered under his touch. Your back arched against his chest, arms straightening as you pulled back against the ties.

Loki pulled you tight to his chest, burying his thick length to the hilt as he spurted inside you with a deep, wordless moan of guttural lust. All his deepest desires, his anger, his unbridled passion, his love; all unloaded as his hips juddered against your ass, filling you with his seed. Filling you with him. The rope attaching your cuffs to the bedpost disintegrated, making your arms fall to your lap.

Loki’s cheek pressed against yours, carefully releasing you from the binds. “My love…” he whispered against your cheek, making you smile as you pushed through the haze of your ebbing climax. He flipped you softly to lie back on the bed, the leathers clinging to his body melting to reveal the taunt perfection of his alabaster skin. Low flames from the torches illuminated his flawless bone structure. You drank it in as he combed a hand through his hair before lying on his side, lazily trailing his fingers between your breasts as you bathed in the moment together.

“Can I kiss you now, my Prince?” you murmured coyly, watching his lips twitch with a smile. He leant over your body, the muscles of his arms flexing as he encased you beneath him. Loki’s ‘theatrical-side’ had been sated. His mindset for tomorrow, prepared. “I will allow it” he murmured sarcastically, nuzzling his nose against yours before slipping his tongue between your parted lips. He waxed into you, the firm body moulding to your curves as the illusions around you fizzled away, the familiar furnishings returning.

“Is everything ready? For tomorrow?” you whispered, pushing a strand of his dampened hair behind his ear. Loki nodded solomnly, before placing a line of wet kisses down your chest towards your widening thighs. - Norwegian: Min elskling, jeg vil ødelegge dem alle - My darling, I will destroy them all. 😳

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