#sly looks more like a dog than he already did

[rusmii]

𓂃🦄. BSD MEN HITTIN' THAT G-SPOT !

chuuya, dazai, tecchou

tags. x fem!reader, smut, cockwarming, implied/referenced punishments, grinding, controlled sex, (hard) bite marks, almost caught, blowjob under desk, desk/office sex, jealousy, punishments, brats/brat taming, overstim, marking, lewd acts, praising, degrading, cock drunk/pussy drunk, breeding kink, fingering, clit stimulation, squirting, multiple rounds, kinda riding, petnames, multiple uses of profanity, BANNERS/DIVIDERS MADE BY ME.

ps. leave me alone my shit writing is making me depressed.

all credit on this post belongs to @rusmii . don't steal >:(((

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" 'Zai," you whisper into his ear, the soft breeze making him shudder for a brief moment. "Yes, 'bella?" He asks, his eyes still on his suicide book that he was reading. An annoyed sigh came out from you. What made his suicide book that he's read over a gazillion times more important than you? You stood there beside him for a minute, thinking about how to get his attention on you next. Dazai on the other hand knew what you were aiming for. Your skimpy nightwear and lounge gaze was enough to tell him everything. And truth be told, he was also feeling the same way. "Osamu~" You say again, straddling his lap as you do so. "Can I cockwarm while you read? Pretty pleeaase?~"

"Why're you moving, darling?"

A lump formed a clog in your throat. The small question he asks you within a few minutes in already has you wishing that you'd never propose this idea to him. He flips a page, humming as he does so. The usual smile he has when he sees you is present on his face.

His cock sits nice and still inside you. The slight curve of his dick being the main culprit of your squirmish movements. " 'M no- 'm sorry." You can feel Dazai eyeing you, the lie you almost gave him making you swallow the lump inside your throat in fear. For a few seconds, Dazai doesn't do anything, his attention long gone from his book as you burrow your head into the crook of his neck.

Clutching his shoulder that you laid your head on, you could feel slight movement in it. Dazai hums lowly, letting you off the hook this time. "Hm~ Fine. Be a good girl, though, and don't let me catch you humping me like a dog. Understood?"

You clench your teeth. Whew, for a moment there you thought you were fucked there. Punishments with Dazai was unpredictable, and you didn't intend on passing dangerous territory just yet. "Yes sir." — "Good girl," he praises, his warm words making your pussy ache.

Your pussy clenches around his cock, the silent lewdness of the situation made it wetter as time went on. You close your eyes, attempting to focus on Dazai's humming. His melodious tune being able to calm even the scorchest of hot headed men. You sigh, subtly rocking your hips against his. The unreactive Dazai giving you more courage to keep grinding on his cock.

Eventually, you heard the book close. The sound makes you halt and pull away. "You done readin'?" You question him when you see your lover setting the book aside onto the lamp table. Dazai hums, his soft expression calming your beating heart. Just for a moment there, you thought he caught you — "About 56 times." He cuts you off.

What? What was he talking about? You look at him, making eye contact almost immediately. Though he does not say anything, his sly smile and slanted eyes do. Your eyes start darting to anywhere but him, moving to the wall behind him. "My eyes are here," he points to his face, his voice rephrasing what he said earlier, "About 56 times did you disobey my orders."

"I -.." Excuses start piling up inside your throat. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He caught you, and there was nothing you could do about it. " 'I' What?" He mocks, the sinful smile he gives you was enough to have you breaking down. "I - I don't know! I -"

Endless blabber escapes from you. Dazai sits there and watches. Letting you cry out your frustration. He rubs the back of your head, a mocking coo leaving him. "Aw~ There, there darlin'. Don't cry, I promise I'm not that disappointed in you. You did your best, and I acknowledge that. Unfortunately, we both know that you could've done better." Bitter words come from him.

You were at a loss for words. No amount of crying and pleading was going to get you of your punishment now. Dazai doesn't wait for a response from you, though, pushing your chin up using his fingers. He was now eye to eye with you as he leaned forward, his head tilted to the side to line up with your lips. " 'M not gonna punish you too harshly. Despite you disobeying me, your grinding almost made me toss the book," Dazai admits, which makes your mouth drop open in surprise for just a split second.

"And for that - " He thrusts up hard. A loud moan escapes from your lips before you can muster any form of blockage. " - Ride for as long as you want." His smooth sailing words pur into your mouth. His own capturing yours into a soft, passionate kiss that matched the rhythm of your crotches grinding together. " 'Samu! - S- Osamu!" You moan his name, the tip of his dick rubbing against your bundle of nerves.

His eyes never leave yours. Every breathless grunt he lets out only spurs you on to bounce on his dick. The act makes him groan before he stops you from doing anymore. "Osamu..!" You whine, wondering why he stopped you. "No, I said for as long as you want. Not whatever you want."

You nod your head repeatedly, wanting to cum and get this over with. Dazai seems to agree so as well — using his hands to guide your hips. The slow grind making you cry tears of frustration. "Please! Please! - Osamu- Please! Please! - " — " Sh sh, I got you." Dazai reassures you, fastening the pace.

"Mmhm!~ Osamu! Osa - Osamu!!~" You squeal, his dick rutting inside your gushy cunt as he marks your neck made you see white. The tight clench of your walls made Dazai bite down a little too hard, tasting bits of iron in his mouth.

Dazai continues to grind his hips through your orgasm, feeling his own high building up. "Shit - Fuck! - cummincummin - Ghnn~" He groans into your neck. The pressure that had accumulated by your grinding earlier toppled down on his orgasm.

The white ribbon laced your walls deep inside you, the pressure of his dick pressing hard on your g-spot, giving you another orgasm. Hearing your second wave of squeals, Dazai uses a hand to rub your lower back, thrusting up slightly to help you ride out your second orgasm.

"Good - " He pants heavily, his flushed face with swollen lips, " - Good fucking girl, holy shit."

"And for -!" Chuuya hiced. His brain being thrown for a loop as he grips the new paperwork that was given to him by Akutagawa. Said man seems to notice his red face and questions him. "Sir, are you alright?" Chuuya waves him off, "Yeah - just.. - feeling a little hot in this room right now - how high did I set the temp again?" He laughs awkwardly and orders Akutagawa to go check. While Akutagawa is distracted, Chuuya looks down to find his pants unzipped and you sucking the tip of his dick. "Stop. Akutagawa is here. Let's do this when he's gone," he orders you, attempting to swat you hand away from his balls. But before he could do that, Akutagawa returned. "Sir, seems like the temperature is just below average - are you sure you're okay? — "YES! You - You may leave." Chuuya stutters on his words when he feels you engulf his entire dick into your mouth.

"You - " A slam of his hips has you spiraling into moans. " - Fucking - " Thrust " - Brat," he snarls above you. The nasaled expression on his face matching the rhythm of his hips.

"Chu-uuyaa!!~" You squeal, wrapping your legs around his waist as his dick plunges straight into your core — his dick hitting that spot every time he thrusts in. He groans, the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock perfectly could make him cum right then and there. "Yeah? That feel good? Fuck - bet that shit does." He slaps your thigh. "Brats like you shouldn't even be getting dicked down so good," he continues. His hips never faltering its rhythm.

"Good! Feels so good! Please Chu - Chu fuck me!" Affirming his accusations only made Chuuya more bricked than the hardest damn rock. All papers, pens, and other random shit had been thrown off his desk in a haste. He'd care about it when he was done with you. "Mhm..~ Ha! 'Dunno. Should brats like you get fucked like good girls? Hm?" He puncuates every word with a slow, sharp thrust. " 'Cause the whore 'm fuckin' is on Santa's naughty list right now."

You arch your back, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You roll your head up as more nonsense came from you. His dick rubbed your spot intensely while grinding your crotches together. The sharp, angled, shallow thrusts almost, causing you to nearly shut one eye from losing control of most of your senses.

"Ahnn!~ - Yesss! Pleaaaasse - " You slur on your words, your tongue falling loose in your mouth. Chuuya tugs your arms to him and grips your wrists, sliding your body back and forth across the desk. "Chuuya! Chuuyachuuyachuuya!!!~" — "Fuck - keep moanin' my name like that and I might cum right now," he groans above you. His head was thrown back, face full of bliss.

Chuuya angles his dick again, making sure the tip and side of his length run against your g-spot. He hears another squeal, making a mental note to come back to this angle when he's fucked you silly.

Actually, scratch that — with how you're clinging your vices onto him so tightly, he can only assume that you were cumming right now. "Shiiit." A curse falls upon him when he finally notices the tight clench of your pussy. Chuuya didn't even realize you were having an orgasam until he saw your fucked out, lewd face. "Fuck - Oh fuck.." He grunts, slowing his thrusts as to hold out longer.

"Geez ‐ Shit - [Name], did anyone ever tell ya' how hot you look when you get all fucked out like that?" He asks, a grin spread from ear to ear. As soon as you catch your breath, you hum. "Yeah - you," you release a breathy laugh. "Me? Just me?" He asks again leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth. "Who else would I be letting raw dog me? Not Michi."

The casual mention of your coworkers nickname caught Chuuya's attention. "Michi? Tachihara? Since when the fuck did you and and that fucker get on friendly terms?" A shallow upturn thrust surprises you. "Huh - Gh~ - What? Me and him have always been on friendly terms - Ogh!~"

"That's such fucking bullshit 'n you and I both know it." Chuuya interrupts you, thrusting into your cunt again. "W-wait!~ Chu-uya!" You moan. "You wanted me to fuck you like the dirty street slut you are — I'm gonna fuck you like a damn bitch in heat waitin' for a new batch of litter."

Never one to go back on his word, Chuuya picks up his pace, not caring about his rhythm. He aims for the same spot that has you crushing boulders when poked there. "Chuuya!~ Please! Please! T'much! So - " — " - Cut that shit out, overstim is your favorite pass time activity." His balls slap your ass from how deep he's inside you. "Don't wanna hear you give me that 'too much' crap. Yer' perfectly capable of handling 'nother few orgasms."

He was right. Fuck — Chuuya was so right. The mini act you put on was nothing but a facade of how you were feeling internally.

Lewd images racked your brain. The visual thought of Chuuya breeding you straight up was enough to get your pussy pulsing in a matter of seconds. "Fuckfuck! Chuuya! Please, 'm gonna cum!! Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cummm!!~" Chuuya grunts above you, sweat dripping down him. "Fuck - you feel so fuc-kin' good! Sweetheart ya' feel so fuck - ughhn!~"

At the very last moment, Chuuya angles his dick exactly like how it got you to cum right away. Your jaw drops open, your eyes roll back, and your back arches into Chuuya's chest as he leans down to burrow his head into your neck. "Mhm~ mmm - 'm cummin - shit - 'm cummin' doll." Was your only warning before you felt his cum sticking to your walls. The creamy goop being fucked deeper as he rides out both of your orgasms with slowing thrusts.

A few more shallow thrusts, and you two are whining in overstimulation, Chuuya quieter than you. He pulls away when he feels your legs unwrap from his waist, watching them dangle to the side in exhaustion.

He pants heavily. His face is bright red and messy hair is a perfect image to burn into your memory.

"Chuuya," you call out to him, way out of breath to even talk. "Yeah?"

"You do remember that you were the one who forced me and Tachihara on friendly terms, right?"

"..... Oh yeah." He scratches the back of his head before pulling out to slap his dick on your cunt. "Givin' you a break before we continue," he winks — readjusting the position of your body.

"You wanna what?" Tecchou answers your question with another question. "Wanna get fingered so hard until I black the fuck out," you shrug your shoulders. The request wasn't expected, just a suggestion to spicen up your guys sex life — that was a lie, it was because you saw him flexing his fingers the other day and couldn't get the image of him being past knuckle deep inside your cunt out of your head!

"Hnn!!~" You squeal, the fingers prodding gently against your g-spot pulling the second orgasm out of your for the night.

Tecchou doesn't say anything, pulling his fingers out to stare at it. You glance at him, wondering what he had in plan. "Tecchou?" You get up on your elbows, eyes full of concern. Did you cross a line? Was this too much? Before you could ask any of the questions that popped up in your head, Tecchou slips his fingers into his mouth — fingers coated in your slick.

He sucks on his fingers, his tongue webbing around each one that was inside of you. "Tecchou.. What the fuck..?" You said, shock filling your brain as you watched him finger fuck his own mouth with your arousal.

He hums, his fingers coming out with a pop as he pushes you back down on the bed. "Tecchou, what the fuck was that? Why did you just - " — "Why is this a problem but not my face between your thighs?"

Speechless, you turn your head away. The thundering pump of your heart is not helping with thinking of anything to retort back. When Tecchou receives no answer from you, he drops his hand down to your clit — the gentle press bringing you back to earth. "third round?" He asks as he circles around your clit.

"Y-yeah -" Your breath hitched when he slipped three fingers inside your sopping cunt. The stretch of thick, veiny fingers stuffed up your pussy was almost enough to push in two mini didlos in there. You moan, a loud one that encouraged Tecchou to continue with what he was doing. " 'Gonna slip a fourth one. Can you do it?" A question for consent before he makes room for another finger.

"Mhm," you nod, already feeling the finger joining the others. Hissing, you bit your lip. The pain was mild, but the slight burn of the stretch made your eyes water a bit. "Hm," He hums again. "Relax, you're going to make me hurt you." His fingers still inside, not once moving until he feels you unclench around them. "Mm - I'm trying."

Tecchou doesn't seem to be happy with that response. "Don't force yourself." Was all he said before you felt him shift his fingers around. What came next was a gasp being ripped from you and another curl to the same spot. "T-Tecchou!~" You moan, feeling your spot being prodded at. The soft pressure he applies every time he presses down makes you squirm a bit. "I can feel you getting tighter. Does it feel good?" He asks, voice soft and gentle.

"Yes! Please!" You bring a hand down to your clit, rubbing it in a way that gives you the most pleasure. Tecchou's speed increases, the fingers curling inside all hitting the same spot. Your hips start to shake, the pressure of your approaching orgasm building up in your abdomen. "Te-Tec-hou!~" Hiccups escape through your sobs. Tears streaming down your cheeks due to the pleasure.

" 'M - cummin' - 'M cummin' !" Your body squirms. Tecchou pins you to the bed, fingering as fast as he can. "You can do it." The first praise of the night being whispered so lightly. His usual blank expression is now a mix of proudness and adoration. "C-can't! T'much! Too much!" You sniffle, pulling your arm back for better support. Tecchou takes it upon himself to do the job for you, using both of his hands, he plunges straight into you — simultaneously adding a fifth finger when he sees the puddle you made. His other hand doing the same gentle circles around your clit.

And finally, after a few minutes — the blockage in your abdomen snapped. The floodgates of your cum squirting out clear fluid as Tecchou re-angled his hand. "Ghhhh~ Ohhggg...!" You whine, your legs threatening to kick as you slightly lift your body off the bed.

Tecchou watches mesmerized by your shot, aiming at his chest directly. The clear fluid dripping down his pecks and into his abs below. "Woah.... That was so hot."

hi was gonna originally write nikolai + fukuzawa but didn't have motivation for them :(... I did start out nikolais but don't even get me started on fukuzawa.... here's a snippet of nikolais

do you guys want me to write a pt2 with fuku+niko??

#i went ham on chuuyas part #🖇. writings #spent all day writing this from start to finish #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #tecchou x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #tecchou smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs smut

[fanfiction4sooya]

Pretty Pet (Sana x F!Reader)

Had fun writing this one! Hope you guys enjoy as much as me 💖💖💖

tw: mean stepmom sana, dog leash, pet names, fingering, fisting, oral sex, nipple play, mentions of breeding, cheating, stepcest!, squirting, etc.

You hated her . Oh, you despised Minatozaki Sana with your whole being. That vile, evil woman.

"She took my necklace dad, I know it!" You told your father for the tenth time already, glaring at her. "She knows I only take it off to swim, that's when she took it from me!" Your eyes were full of tears, but you wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing them fall.

"It's enough!" Your dad's voice echoed trough the walls of the mansion, startling you. "Don't say those things about your stepmother, she doesn't deserve this" He shouted and she held his shoulder to calm him down.

"Please, don't shout at her" She said, softly. "She is stressed about college, it's okay" Her voice was like honey, but her eyes had this mockery in them. "I'll help her find it ok?" She said and his eyes softened. "When we find it, she'll apologize and everything will be ok, don't worry" He backed down.

"Okay, darling" He turned to her. "Please, excuse my daughter's behavior" He kissed her knuckles and all you could do was watch as that snake hugged your dad. "Her deceased mother gave her that, she is just desperate" She shook her head, letting him go and taking both of your hands on hers. You almost pushed her, but you knew it would only add fuel to your father's anger.

"We'll find it together, don't worry baby" Her condescending tone made you recoil in disgust.

You kept searching, turning the house upside down and she "helped". Of course you knew she took it but you still hoped for it to be somewhere else.

On the third day of searching your dad had to leave for an emergency work trip, advising you that he wouldn't tolerate any sign of trouble between you and his new wife. You just accepted your fate, realizing that you would do anything to have your necklace back. Even if that meant set her up.

"Sana" You knocked on her office's door, she was staring at a book. Her eyes darted to you, a smile appearing on her pink lips.

"yes, baby" She said, lowering the book and going to meet you halfway, her frame quite taller than yours.

"I know you took my necklace..." You told her, staring at those eyes you hated. "Look, I won't tell anything to my dad but please, please give it back" You tearfully said. She pouted, taking your hand.

"I never took your necklace, baby" She smiled. "Please, understand this" Her eyes went to your hand, taking your phone and stopping the recording. "Do you really think I am that stupid, pet?" She whispered on your ear, angering you even more. "I was about to make a deal, but you had to piss me off..." She passed you, sitting on the leather couch of her office and crossing her legs.

"No, please" You pleaded kneeling in front of her, clutching her jeans as a tear dropped from your right eye. "I'll do anything, give you anything Sana, please" You told her, touching her knee with your forehead in order to hide your tears.

"Oh..." She cooed, petting your head. "Anything? Really?" You nodded, looking up at her sly smile, sniffling a little. She lifted your face by the chin, squeezing a bit to bring your face close to hers. She analysed your soft features from your forehead, cheek bones, eyes, everything. "Alright then" She breathed out, letting your face go. "Meet me at my room tonight"

Her face was serious, scarily so. You nodded.

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You realized none of the housekeepers were at home, so it was just the two of you. The realization sent chills down your spine, the thought of Sana hurting you made you anxious. The door was half open and you could see her back turned to you as she was sat in front of her dressing table. Her eyes averted to your figure standing there through the mirror.

"Come inside" She said, looking down to her lap. You did so, a little bit lost at why you were there. She stared at you again, still not turning around, you could see her pupils were blown, her eyes staring at you as if you were her prey. "Will you really do anything I want?" She said, getting up and walking towards you.

"Yes" You said, your voice a bit shaken. She took your answer in, nodding.

"You are going to undress now" Your eyes widened a bit, trying to process what she had just said. "What? You are going to protest now?" She said, cocking an eyebrow.

"I..." You looked down to your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.

"If you don't want to, it's okay then" She traced one slender finger on your shoulder, over your pijama top. "I'll throw that pretty little necklace away" You opened your mouth to protest, frowning at her, but the way she looked at you felt like she was ready to really throw it away so you just shut it.

Looking down, you slowly pulled your top over your head, your breasts on full display for her view; doing the same to your shorts, you stood there only on your white cotton panties.

"Look up, puppy" Her voice sounded strained, out of breath. You were finally realizing what she wanted, that white lingerie under her robe was the last hint. "I told you to look up" She said firmly and you finally did. "That's better..." She stepped forward, putting something around your neck.

A pink dog collar and a leash.

"Sana..." You held her wrist, your heart thumping on your chest . "What you are doing to my father is wrong" You gulped, trying to reason with her.

"You are still thinking about him?" Her breath fanned over your face, heat rising from her body to yours. You shivered when her breasts touched yours so she would talk on your ear. "Just remember that your daddy chose to believe me over you, pet" She cocked her head to the side, taking in your scent. "He took my side, not yours" She smiled, staring at your lips. "You want your necklace back, I'll give it back..." Her voice sounded poisonous now. "But you have to be a good puppy for me" She pulled the leash down hard and you whimpered, clasping your hand over your lips when realization hit.

"I'm sorry"

Why were you apologizing for? Whimpering? Feeling aroused when the woman you clearly hated was basically fucking you with her eyes? Are you sorry for what you were about to do with your father? You were taken from your own mind when her laugh hit your ears.

"Don't apologize" She said, pulling down again. You wanted to scream, run away. But you really wanted your necklace back and her gaze made you freeze on the spot. "Take off your panties, puppy" She sat down on the bed behind her, her feet still touching the ground.

Slowly you did as she told, covering yourself. Her eyes danced around your naked body, they had this certain amused glint; perverted, scary, shaming... arousing.

"You have no idea what I felt when I saw you for the first time, puppy" She said, tossing her head back to take a deep breath. Her gaze came back even darker. "I fucked myself over and over for days just thinking about this very moment" She tossed her robe aside, now her fit body was only in that white lingerie set.

"You are crazy" You said, earning a hard pull of the leash.

"Don't talk to me like that" Her demeanor changed. Suddenly she got rough, serious. "On your knees, now" You did as she told, shivering. "See? You are a good pup, after all" She leaned forward.

Taking off her lingerie she sat back down, fully exposed to you now with her legs crossed. Your eyes lingered on hers, a silent battle as you tried hard to fight the thought of her naked body making you feel anything other than disgust.

She opened her legs and you closed your eyes, turning your head down as a deep blush covered your cheeks.

"Don't" She said, pulling on the leash and making you lose balance. "Don't close your eyes. Watch me" Her voice felt like a wake up call, an alluring alarm.

You opened your eyes, gulping when she presented her dripping cunt to you, her fingers spreading her pussy lips for your eyes only. You didn't wanted to, but were one hundred percent sure she knew how you were feeling. Your breathing was shallower, your pupils a lot more wide than before.

"Come here puppy, make me feel good" She said circling her hard clit with her middle finger, licking her lips. You couldn't move, millions of thoughts going through your mind as she pulled the leash.

You were literally facing her cunt from above, the smell of her arousal made your head spin. Sinful, delightful. With a little resistance, you put your tongue out, looking at her face as your tongue finally made shy contact with her dripping core. She moaned loudly and you closed your eyes tasting that strange, yet delicious taste.

You felt her getting restless above you, her eyes trained on your pretty face as you kitten licked her clit. Pulling your face closer to her cunt by the leash, she panted.

"You'll have to work hard for your necklace puppy" She told you. "Whether I give it back or not will depend on how well you serve me" She shivered when you whined against her pussy. If you had to work hard you would.

With a flick of your tongue on her clit you realized how Sana was aroused by anything you did, she literally just wanted to sodomize you, just make you bend to her wishes; so you literally just started to sloppily make out with her pussy. Your nose brushed against her clit as your tongue swirled around her slit, pressing your whole face against it.

"Good girl" She rolled her eyes, trapping you there with her thighs. It felt hot and so arousing the fact that she would literally take anything you gave her, even if you had no experience in it. You shivered, your own pussy dripping with how well she praised you. "That's it puppy, keep kissing my pussy" She pulled the leash so hard you were suffocating but you didn't wanna stop. "I'm gonna cum on your face puppy, keep your tongue there" Her eyebrows were knit together, her angelic features softening as her cum gushed on your tongue, dripping down to your chin and breasts.

You kept slurping, closing your eyes as you felt your own pussy clench hard, completely deafening you. It was as if her orgasm had triggered yours and you started to shake violently, moaning against Sana's core. You kept shaking with your face deeply buried on her wet cunt, her surprised eyes completely blown with how she stared at you.

"Did you just came untouched, puppy?" She pulled your leash, lifting you to face her. Embarrassed, you whined closing your eyes. "No no, don't feel embarrassed" She squeaked, kneeling in front of you to shove her tongue in your throat. "That is the hottest thing I'v ever seen, fuck"

Her kiss felt sinful, deep. Maybe the sin was to cheat on your father with his daughter, but at that very moment the sin was that she hadn't done it before. Her tongue danced against yours, moving freely and both of you moaned when she held your face with both hands to suck on your tongue.

You were at her mercy, your body shaking from the orgasm and how she touched you. You were literally just passive, letting Sana do whatever she pleased.

"Sana..." you moaned when her boobs pressed against yours, brushing up and down. Your eyes locked with hers for a moment, then her beautiful jaw slid against yours as she grazed your faces like a cat demanding affection.

"Pretty little pup" She closed her eyes, your tits pressing against hers felt crazy arousing. "I wish I could breed you" She whispered on your ear, her hands caressing on your torso to stop on your pussy, her fingers pressing over your engorged clit. "I would impregnate you baby, make you forever mine" She was talking nonsense by now, you thought.

But she was serious, damn right she was. If Sana had a natural cock she would breed you over and over, let you dripping with her cum so you would have to carry her baby, her possessiveness growing when she thought about it.

"I would fuck you so full, puppy" she kissed you again, your pussy throbbing against her fingers. She pressed the tip of two of them on your slit and you screamed, struggling to hold back. Your arms circled her neck, bringing her frame back to touch yours.

You were so wet the sound coming from your pussy embarrassingly loud. Your hips moved against her fingers, your mind only thought about one thing.

"Mommy, mommy!" Your eyes were doe and teary, making her shiver.

"Oh my fucking god" She rolled her eyes upon hearing that. Time stopped for her to hear you again. Her fingers slammed back into your puffy pussy, now she pressed three fingers. "Mommy please oh fuck" you cried out, feeling that desperate hunger for your orgasm.

She felt so good against you that you wanted to cry. The two of you wanted the same thing, to merge together in one body.

Sana pulled your hand to her mouth, spitting on it, then caressing her own wet cunt with it.

"Fist me" she told you, still roughly fucking your cunt. You gasped, feeling goosebumps on your scalp; that thought felt sinful and unreal.

"I'm - it's gonna hurt" You moaned when she curled her fingers up on your g-spot.

"Do it puppy, don't worry" she guided your hand, both of you looking down at her slit.

Slowly, she stretched her own pussy with your fingers, four at a time. Your eyes widened and hers closed slightly, you sitting in front of each other gave full view for the other. She guided your thumb to her hole as well, pulsing when you pushed it in by yourself. She closed her eyes, her movements stopping.

"Mommy" you whined, scared that was hurting her. That didn't feel real, something you thought it only happened in porn. You gulped, drooling at the sight of her cunt fully stretched for you. She started to hump up, moving her hips against your first.

"Look what you do to me" She moaned, back to roughly fucking you. She kissed you, her tongue everywhere on your face. Sloppy. Fuck. "I'm so full puppy, fucking hell" She said as you started to move your fist without her bucking her hips.

It was rough and raw and oh, so wet.

"Mommy I'm cumming" You cried out, biting her lips with strange force when her thumb went to your clit.

"Come for me puppy, my baby" She kept her eyes wide open when she felt you clench of her three fingers, creaming on them. Her gaze well trained on your beautiful face as you contorted in pleasure. "Fuck fuck fuck" she screamed, squirting again when your fist reached deep into her.

Both of you stopped, shaking too much to do anything more than pant on each other's lips. She took her fingers off of your pussy and you gasped.

"I had never done this..." you managed to tell her. "three fingers felt good... too much" you whined and she pulled your fist from inside of her as well. Her fingers on your mouth and she licked your fist clean, moaning upon tasting herself.

"Next time..." She kissed your neck, hugging you against her. "Next time I'll make you take way more than three fingers puppy" She caressed your hair, not caring for how wet both of you were. She kissed your cheek. "Now you are mine, ok?" She told you. "Only mine" She whispered.

"my necklace..." you whined and she smiled.

"I was going to give it back puppy, I don't wanna make you cry" She pulled your sore body from the floor to her and your dad's bed. "Mommy just wanted your attention, okay?" she pulled the covers above your body, spooning you. "I'll give it back, don't worry"

You nodded, body light as a feather. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to relax on Sana's arms.

"Mommy what about my dad?" You asked her, almost drifting off to sleep. She sighed.

"If we want to keep doing this, you'll have to keep quiet puppy" She told you. "Wanna know a secret?" she whispered.

"Yes, please" Your voice sounded small, sleepy.

"I married him for you" Her voice sounded sweet, sweet enough for you to ignore the obvious red flag on that statement.

You smiled, Sana knew how to mess with your head.

-🌸

The other day when you woke up, you weren't wearing the collar anymore; instead, you felt your mom's necklace around your neck and Sana's body possessively holding you close, completely asleep.

When your dad came home he felt the happiest man alive with his two favorite girls getting along so well.

You even started calling Sana "mommy".

#gxg smut #sana smut #twice imagine #twice smut #sana x reader #sana x fem reader #smut

[madxyy]

anything for munson - eddie munson x fem!reader

| summary: you try to take care of a drunk eddie munson

| warnings: smut-ish, use of y/n once, mention of drinking, eddie being a menace even when he is drunk, friends to lovers, dry humping, kissing, pet names, a little bit of steve x reader, use of she/her, a lil fluff, flirting?

a/n: help.

You told him. No, you warned him. Damn you for giving in and going with him to this stupid party that you didn’t even want to go to in the first place, but dear-old-you loved him too much. All you wanted to do was spend the saturday night in his trailer, learning how to play dnd while the bad horror movies you both picked out roared in the background, glances—that held so much more than a glance—shared across the room, him offering you weed while you declined him but thank him for offering it to you anyways, which then leads him to respond with a dramatic knife to the heart and sad puppy dog eyes that you love oh-so-much. 

But no, now you’re stuck dragging drunk Eddie to his room while one of your arms is circled around his waist and the other one holding his hand that is resting on your shoulder. 

Damn Steve for challenging him to a keg stand, steve was already 4 shots in when he stumbled in your conversation, basically headlocking him, “hey munson,” he slurred “I bet I can beat your cult-loving-freak ass to a keg stand, what’d you say?” eddie craned his neck to steve, a sly smirk slowly creeping its way onto his lips “alright pretty boy, what do I get in return?” he scoffs, “you gotta be kidding me munson, you are in MY house, drinking MY beer, eating MY snacks, lounging around in MY kitchen while also getting the chance to flirt with y/n, thanks to me if I must say, so you basically got a whole package deal” you and eddie both tensed up as a tinge of pink overtakes both your faces

“i’m not flirting harrington that’s just my natural charm” he says humorously, steve scoffs 

“yeah sure, and I have a successful love life”  

“still as charming as ever steve even when you’re drunk,” 

His eyes darted to yours–a mischievous look behind those hazel eyes–as he looked at you up and down, slowly walking up towards you “mm only for you baby” he winks “oh well...in that case, let’s take this party upstairs shall we?” giving him a sly smirk. Eddie just watches you two, jaw clenched, eyes set on the way steve is leaning towards you, hands on his chest while you bodaciously bat your eyelashes at him, the way his lips are bitten between his teeth just by looking at you. He knows you and steve always joke around like this and that nothing will ever happen but he can’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy, even though you are a free woman and can date whoever you want, he just can't help seeing you with anybody else. As soon as steve puts a hand on your waist, Eddie puts a hand on his chest, pushing him off just a little bit rough then he was meaning to, “alright harrington, let’s go” he said in a dark tone, steve gaze switches to you from eddie, blinking at him, “wait wait so just to be clear you know you are getting absolutely nothing in return, right?.”

 He glances back behind you “Damn babe, did a tornado enter my humble abode” he says while dramatically putting a hand towards himself to indicate ‘moi?.’  You pushed down the way the nickname made a blush crept onto your cheeks. “No munson, that would be you and your own drunken recklessness” he snorts. 

You let go of his hand and open his bedroom door, gently laying him on his side. You get up to get a trash can to put on the side of the bed but a hand stops you midway “where you goin’ princess?” he says looking up at you with a lopsided smile. “just going to get a trash can and a cold rag eds” he stares up at you with the most starstruck expression like he can’t believe someone wants to actually take care of him. It pains you. After beats of silence you clear your throat, he sighs “okay”. He reluctantly lets go of your hand, letting the touch of each other's hands linger “I’ll be back” you offer him a soft reassuring smile. 

After you come back and put the trash can on the side of his bed you ask him to hold the rag on his head while you undress him. As you start taking off his shoes and pants “jeez take me on a date first sweetheart” you ignore him as you continue to slide his black pants down his legs.

“Shut up munson, do you want to be sweating balls through the night?”, he gives you a pout that is just too cute, you just want to kiss it off him. 

“Exactly” 

You put the sheets over him and grab the cold rug from his limp hand “Thank god, my hand was exhausted!” you shake your head while giggling. Always one for the dramatics. “Oh no! We cannot let Eddie THE Banished hands go limp, we must save the hand doctor before it’s too late!” he gives you a look “har har har, very funny sweetheart” pride takes over you as you smirk down towards him. You realized, you never REALLY got to observe his features up close like the way his eyes crinkle when he gives you a slight smile, how his eyes are usually a dark shade of brown but right now the lamp on his nightstand is giving them a beautiful hue of caramel, the way his nose is so perfectly curve “Y’know you are very beautiful sweetheart” wait. Shaking your head to get out of your own thoughts, you nervously chuckled. “Eddie, you're drunk.” He rolls his eyes 

“No I mean it, sober and not sober,” softly cupping your cheeks, 

“you are so beautiful. Cross my heart”, you inhale sharply. 

You froze, you couldn't say anything, your mouth was opening and closing but no words were coming out. He laughs. HE LAUGHS?!?!  

“Sweet heart calm down, i’m pretty sure you get told that all the time” he said it so casually it astonished you. The only time someone has ever called you pretty was one of your family members, especially when you were little. The room all of a sudden turned silent. Oh. Oh shit. Realization quickly dawned on him as his eyes bulged out of his head while millions of thoughts raced through his head, ‘people are out of their goddamn mind for not telling you every single day how beautiful you are’, ‘what?!?! who? when? where? and most importantly why?, ’screw them all’, ’how can they not??’. He composed himself and slowly sat up “Well..” clearing his throat as he got closer to you. He looked up at you under his lashes then to your lips, god your lips. He didn’t know he was subconsciously licking his “they should.” You inhaled sharply. All of a sudden you’re aware of how close you two are “Eddie what..” he was still staring at your lips like he was in a trance and couldn’t escape no matter what you did, you even scooted back a little but that just made him scoot closer to you “Eds come o-” you were cut off by a pair of soft lips that made you gasp which to eddie, gave him access to slip his tongue in. You let out a whimper and god eddie swears it was the most beautiful noise he has ever heard. Embarrassed, you hastily disconnect your lips from his, “Eddie, oh my god i'm sorry” you both stare at each other with swollen lips and flushed cheeks “No baby, don’t apologize that was the hottest shit i’ve ever heard” he said breathlessly, before you can utter a response, his lips were on yours again, except this time more aggressive, more passionate, less gentle. 

He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap. It was messy, everything about this was messy, sloppy, hands everywhere. His hand was gripping the nape of your neck while the other one was situated on your waist slowly making its way down your thigh. Your arms looped around his head. “Baby” he murmurs “you don’t know how long i've been wanting to do this” you made a sound in the back of your throat as a sign of acknowledgement and nodded. He smiled into the kiss. His thumbs were rubbing back and forth on your thighs, making you subconsciously open them up wider. You started rubbing yourself on his thigh, back and forward, back and forward, until something made you freeze. Something hard touched the side of your thigh. oh Oh? OH You looked up at him breathlessly, guilt automatically taking over-shit-as much as you wanted this to happen, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. “Eddie holy shit. We really shouldn't have done this. I'm so sorry, i’m supposed to be taking care of you, oh my god, i'm so sorry” you say hastily. He understands, he really does but he can’t help it, you are so captivating that all he can do is smile at you with admiration “I mean…” he says dragging the ‘e.’ “technically you are taking care of me just in a…..unique way.” he smirks, this cocky son of a bitch. You rolled your eyes and giggled as you hit him on the chest “Eds i’m serious” you whispered “I want to do this the right way, when you’re sober”  he gently strokes your cheekbones “I understand sweetheart” You sigh. He connects his forehead with yours. After moments of silence “Do you want to go on a date with me?” asked in the most gentle tone you have ever heard, like the question was made of glass. He looked up at you with a hopeful expression -- like a little kid waiting in line to tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas –  which you couldn’t say no to “Of course eds” he smiles up at you with lovesick eyes, before anything else “but we’ll talk more about this in the morning, I don’t think right now is the right time” you say giving him a gentle smile.

He exhales deeply but then nods because you’re right. He is sober for the most part but still a little bit drunk and not in the right mind space. You gently get off him and lay down beside him. Eddies turns to you 

“thanks for taking care of me” 

you smile “i’ll always take care of you munson.” 

His smile extends “goodnight sweetheart”,

you were about to say goodnight until you glanced behind his shoulder and caught the sight of something. Confusion settles in him as you turn him to face the other side of the bed “what are you doing babe” you blinked up at the set of curls facing you, “making sure you don’t choke on your own vomit munson, I put that trash can there for a reason.” The back of his head starts moving as he shakes his head “Damn baby, are you sure that’s the reason? Or Is it because you can’t handle looking at this beautiful, gorgeous, sexy face” rolling your eyes “can it munson or i’ll suffocate you in your sleep” slightly turning his head over his shoulder “I mean I have other ideas of what you can suffocate me with” you can practically hear the smirk in his voice “OH MY GOD” you say as you hit him with a pillow “eddie just go to sleep” he just keep on giggling like it was such a knee slapper. You hit on the arm, “okay okay” he says breathlessly 

“i’ll go to sleep, just for you princess” 

“good.” 

Now he’s the one that can hear the smirk in your voice and all he can do is shake his head as he turns back to the other side of the bed. After a few seconds you scoot closer to his back. Hands cautiously circling around his waist “Is this alright?” you asked softly. He chuckled “Of course” he whispers as his hands engulfs the one holding his waist. “Goodnight eddie”, smiling to himself, “goodnight sweetheart.” 

Maybe going to the party was worth it.

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #joeseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #st4 #hellfire club #eddie munson smut

[tootiecakes234]

This TikTok inspired me😭

So you and Katsuki are doing this challenge where the two of you take turns placing cups on top of your heads and the other person has a soft ball they are using to knock off said cup (preferably without hitting your partner). One person standing and the other sitting.

“Ok so do you want to throw first or sit first” you asked him.

“I want to not fucking do this”, he was looking at you like he was already over it and you hadn’t even started.

“Well that wasn’t one of your options, so I guess you wanna sit first. That’s good cuz I wanna throw.”

He mumbled something under his breath but the only words you caught were crazy and breakup. Whatever.

He plopped himself down and you handed him the red solo cup to put on his head.

“Is it gonna fit over that hair of yours?”, you giggled at him.

He turned around to glare at you and you shut your mouth before he got up and left you here.

There were more grumbles while he tried to fit the cup evenly on his head.

“Ok let’s get this over with.”

You moved to get behind him. You have 3 balls which means you have 3 chances to knock the cup off.

“Alrighty, here we go”, you were more warning him as you got lined up to throw.

You throw the first one it doesn’t touch him or the cup. You see Katsuki shoulders shake .

“That was a practice round. I’m gonna hit it with this next one”, you said a matter of factly.

“Sure you will”, he didn’t have to be so damn smug.

You threw the next one and it smacked him in the back of the head.

There are daggers in his eyes when he turns around.

“What?! I’m trying! Your head is too big a target for the little c- wait wait. I’m sorry. I take it back. Please sit down.” You had to pull out the puppy dog eyes cuz he was already on his feet about to leave.

“Fucking focus. Ya only got one left. I can’t be a pro hero dating someone with 0aim. It’s embarrassing.”, he said as he sat back down and sat the cup back up.

“Ok. Ok. I got it.” You rally did your best this time but it ended up hitting him in the head again. “Damn”

“You have absolutely no hand eye coordination. I can’t believe you’ve survived this long”

“Well the year is 2023. I don’t have to go around aiming and firing at people asshole.” Now you were grumbling.

“My turn. Sit your ass down.”

You sat down and placed the cup on your head.

“Ready?”, you could hear the grin he was sporting right now.

“Kat please down smack me in the back of the head on purpose. I was really tr-woah!!”, you screamed out of shock more than anything. The cup had fallen to the ground before you could finish your sentence.

“Now that’s how it’s done” you turned around to see him smiling.

“Beginners luck. You still got 2 more balls.”

“Hell yea I do.”, chuckling bastard.

“Come on. And can you give me a heads up this time.”

“Fine. 3. 2. 1.” And again the cup was tumbling off your head. “See the key is to picture where you want the ball to go”

“Shut up and throw the next ball Mr. Know it all.”

Katsuki was good at everything he tried and yes he was a professional hero but that doesn’t mean he gets to be smug.

“3. 2. 1.” The intention this time was to make it a moving target so you moved your head slightly to the side at the last minute.

Please explain to me why the cup was on the ground and the ball had knocked it there.

Katsuki made you jump a little before he whispered “Nice try pretty girl, but ya gotta be quicker than that”

“I don’t wanna play anymore games with you. You suck.”

“Wait no, let’s go again. I kinda like it. You wanna put some money on it.”

But you were already in your room and slamming the door.

Your boyfriend really sucked.

*this man is a sore winner and I’m 100% sure he gloated the rest of the day. Making little sly ass comments.

#imagine #bakugou x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou drabble #drabble #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo headcanons #bakugou katsuki #fluff

[sykosomatic]

brain juice has been absorbed!!! how about ftm reader is ovulating, and is just BEGGING to be bred by will and hannibal? his poor pussy is just leaking, and his own fingers arent enough to make him feel good :(

his two lovers take turns breeding him all day, makin sure they pump him full of cum. the poor boy is all overstimulated and ruined by their thick cocks<3

obivously they give him so much aftercare, jus drowning their pretty little boyfriend in priase

-🚄

yesyesyesyes!!! this is such a fun request, i hope you have half as much fun reading it as i did writing it lol... here we go!!!

ovulating ftm!reader x will graham and hannibal lecter!

cw: ftm reader, ovulation mention, possible dysphoria, ftm reader gets his breasts fondled/reader is pre- top surgery, double penetration, no condom/cum inside/anal and vaginal creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, anal and vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, threesome and use of words: cock, t-cock, clit, pussy, cunt, hole, slit, folds… etc etc… and aftercare of course!

you'd been miserably horny all morning, waking up with your pussy already drooling. both of your lovers were busy with work, so that left you in hannibal's sprawling house all alone. you'd tried your fingers all morning; one, two, and three… but nothing worked. you could tell that something was going on; you were only this drippy when you were ovulating. if only will and hannibal were home; but you had to wait a few more hours. so fingering it was. you couldn't remember where you'd put your sex toys when you'd moved into hannibal's house with him. will was thinking about moving in too; he was there enough. he just wanted to make sure there was enough room for his dogs, and a suitable place for all of his fishing gear.

desperate for release, you texted hannibal with one hand, knowing that he only had a couple of appointments today… he'd most likely be home before will. you asked him when he'd be home and he told you what you'd expected; a couple hours.

so you were forced to finger your slick, throbbing pussy all by yourself. you were whiny and frustrated, two fingers in your ass and two in your pussy when hannibal arrived home from his last appointment. he chuckled at you, looking at your position with amusement. as you noticed him, you felt a warmth wash over your skin, making you even more needy.

"so, this is why you needed me so bad," hannibal said with a sly grin, watching you as you slowly continued. you were face-down with one arm beneath you reaching up to finger your pussy, the other arm over your back and reaching to finger your ass. hannibal approached you as you whined out your response, starting to undo his belt and zipper. he pulled you closer to him by your hips; you continued fingering yourself as he dry-humped your bare ass with his clothed cock. you could feel it getting harder as he began grinding against you. "good boy, keep touching yourself for me," hannibal praised, sounding proud of his little whore. "you're so needy today, my love," he purred at you. "i'm not sure if i'll be enough to satisfy you… but then again, i'm sure my needy pet won't be able to wait for will, would he?"

you whimpered, fingering yourself harder. it really wasn't enough, it wouldn't be enough until you had two cocks inside you filling you to the brim with cum. "i need your cock," you whined out, your brain turned to mush in your needy, dick-drunk stupor.

hannibal chuckled, starting to pull his cock out of his underwear. when you pulled your fingers away to make room for him, he made sure you left the ones in your ass. in lieu of a butt plug, you assumed. he pressed the head of his cock against your drooling pussy, slowly pushing it in. his cock was thick, stretching wider than the two fingers you'd had in, but slipping in with ease since you'd worked yourself open already. you groaned out deeply, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you as he sunk himself into you. "oh, god…" you murmured. his cock was always a treat; it was long, with a nice girth. it always filled you up so deeply. will's cock was shorter, but had a little more girth. the perfect combination of their cocks was hannibal in your pussy and will in your ass; that always made you lose your mind. but for now, you'd have to make do with your fingers instead of will.

hannibal held himself inside you for a moment, holding your hips with one hand while the other reached up and fondled one of your breasts, pinching and teasing at your nipple. "how do you feel now, my darling?" hannibal asked you, watching your blissed-out expression.

"so, so good," you managed to whimper, steadily working up to moving your fingers in your ass again. you stopped once hannibal started moving his hips, your knees starting to get weak and your arm getting tired. you held it in place whule hannibal started to rock his hips into you, thrusting in a way that made your breasts bounce. your face went warm; typically this was very embarrassing for you, but your lovers always made you feel perfect and confident.

"let's get you more comfortable, then," hannibal said, replacing your fingers with his and letting you get into a more comfortable position, fucking into you nice and slow while his fingers massaged inside your ass. you moaned in satisfaction, letting more muscles relax as he fucked into you lovingly. "you're doing so well, look at you take my cock so deep," hannibal purred at you, groping your ass with his free hand. he slowly began to increase his speed and force as you got needier. he pulled you closer and sheathed himself deep inside you; so deep, you thought you could feel him in your stomach. he added another finger into your ass and started fingering you roughly.

"oh!… o-oh, fuck, that's good." you whined out, arms folded on the bed in front of you and your face buried against them. the force of him fingering you made your body lurch forward with every thrust. you grunted and groaned out as he finger-fucked your ass; it made your pussy throb and clench around his cock. you could feel yourself inching toward a climax, your pussy was dripping down your inner thighs and they were starting to tremble."so, so good," you repeated, starting to drool on your arm. hannibal could tell you were getting closer; he pulled his cock out of your pussy and slipped it into your ass, sheathing it in and making you almost cry. he felt so good, and he knew perfectly how to fuck you. it was insane.

hannibal fucked your ass and reached around to your clit, swirling his finger around it. your t-cock was swollen and sensitive, and his touch was able to send you over the edge. you whined out as he thrusted one last rough time inside your ass, spilling his cum deep inside you. that last thrust made you cum hard, squirting buckets all over your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you. "yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!" you gasped out as your legs shook with the force of your orgasm.

hannibal let you ride it out before he pulled his cock out of your ass slowly, rubbing your sides and easing you down onto the bed in a comfortable position. he praised and petted on you as you relaxed and came down from your high. "you did so well, dear," he told you as he led you into the bathroom to clean you off.

hannibal got undressed after he set you in the hot water he'd drawn for you, climbing into the large tub with you and settling you onto his lap. it had been barely fifteen minutes since you'd cum and you already felt needy again; truly, your sex drive was wildly high right now. thankfully, this typically amused hannibal, and he had a rather small refractory period as well. this wasn't the first time you'd proposed a day full of fucking, and surely wouldn't be the last. after hannibal massaged your sore muscles and got you cleaned up a bit, you began grinding your pussy down against his cock in the water. it felt so good just brushing between your slit.

"already ready for round two?" he chuckled, leaning in to pull your nipple into his mouth, playing with it between his teeth. you groaned, nodding, your hands exploring his chest and teasing his nipples in return. "so impatient… can't even let will join in for our second go-around?" he teased, slurping on your breasts and starting to leave little love marks.

you reached down and slid hannibal's cock back up into your pussy, slowly but surely. your eager hole took him in easily. you sat firmly down on his lap, his cock balls-deep inside you. "fuck, that's good," you groaned, wiggling your hips to allow your pussy to re-adjust. and as soon as it did, hannibal's hands held your hips tight and started to bounce you on his cock. it made you feel weightless when he did this, made you feel so confident when he stared hungrily at your breasts or even leaned in and licked or sucked on them. hannibal was such a good lover, along with will, whose presence you longed for. you were so needy; soon you'd need them both to even have a chance at getting off.

hannibal rode you on his cock for a good little while and sucked on your nipples until you came on his cock again, throwing your head back and moaning out as you held the sides of the bathtub to stabilize yourself. hannibal held you firmly as you rode out your highs together, filling you up a second time as your pussy clenched around his cock. being filled up again made you groan; you always loved the feeling of your lovers filling you to the brim with their cum. you leaned forward and let him hold you against his chest for a bit before the two of you actually got properly cleaned up and got out of the tub.

"i'll be out in a minute, my dear, i think i hear my phone ringing," hannibal said to you as he kissed your forehead, slipping on some pajama pants as he went into the bedroom to answer his phone.

you heard keys in the front door; you were too excited to put anything on because you knew it was will.

you basically attacked him with a hug, making him chuckle. "quite the outfit choice," he commented playfully, looking you up and down. you brought his lips to yours in a deep, needy kiss. your sexual stamina had already refilled, and you wanted him so badly.

"we just got out of the bath," you told him, starting to pull his coat off of him, breathless, kissing him roughly. he kept chuckling at you.

"you're so needy today," he teased, playfully kissing you back as he held you against him. "let me at least get the door closed, dear," he said, you begrudgingly allowing him to do so.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, his hands going to grope your ass with his rugged hands. you started tugging his clothes off of him again as he led you into the dining room, lifting you up onto the table and spreading your legs. you were so excited when your lovers knew exactly what you wanted, when they just got straight into it. there was a specific deliciousness to waiting for it, to the nice and slow passion… but god, what you wanted right now was to be plowed hard and fast, over and over and over.

will kept kissing you hard as he dropped his pants and you took his cock eagerly out of his underwear. he groaned at the feeling of your hand on his length, his hands going up to grope at your sides and your chest. you gave him a nice, slow handjob as two of his fingers slipped into your already-wet cunt. he groaned out at how wet you were for him, grinning warmly against your lips. "you're so good for me, always ready to take me, aren't you?" he growled into you ear, nipping at your earlobe playfully.

"yes, will, i need you so bad," you whined at him. "i need you to fill me up," you told him as you heard hannibal's slow footsteps behind you. he walked around the table, giving will a deep kiss as will fingered you. you watched them kiss, whining. the sight of them touching each other always turned you on and made you jealous in equal amounts. hannibal whispered something in will's ear, standing behind him and starting to rub his sides and stroke will's cock. this allowed you to lay back and relax, letting will stick a third finger in and start to play with your t-cock. it was still sensitive, and made your legs start to tremble. "oh, right there!" you said, laying back and putting your feet up on the table to give will better access to you. you laid there in bliss, eyes falling closed as will worked his fingers up into you, curling them up and hitting that special spot he was so good at hitting. before long, you were squirting on his fingers, eyes shooting open to reveal that hannibal was fucking will's ass, and hard. will was some kind of super hero to be getting fucked like that and still able to make you squirt so hard. "oh, fuck.. that's hot," you giggled, blissed out from your orgasm. will grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his lap, sliding his cock up into your pussy.

"yes, right there, don't stop," you heard will whisper to hannibal. will's hips moved with the force of hannibal's thrusts, making him thrust into you. he held you close against him, keeping himself inside you as he was fucked into. soon you were overstimulated to the point that you came on his cock, the force of your orgasm milking his cum into your pussy, and hannibal's into will's asshole. the three of you stood there panting for a bit, kissing and massaging each other until you retired into the bedroom for another round. at your begging, of course.

"c'mon, just one more time?" you whined at the two of them; they shared a little smirk and helped you get into your favorite position. hannibal beneath you, his cock sliding up into your waiting pussy, and will behind you. will's fingers worked your asshole back open before he slid his cock in. it was so perfect, the combination of their cocks in your holes. you sat there for a second as your holes adjusted to their girth, and when you gave the nod, they started moving. you moaned near constantly as will and hannibal's cocks worked in and out of you. after the day you'd had being filled up, it was almost to intense for you, making you see stars as they groped and kissed on yo, and each other. they took turns in speed and intensity, and will came first, filling your ass to the brim. his cum spilled out of you and dripped down your legs when he pulled his cock out.

"your ass looks so good like that," will said, as hannibal thrusted roughly up into you, hard and fast, the sound of your wet, gushy pussy echoing through the room. "you're so, so good at taking two cocks at once," will told you as he slid his cock back inside you; it squelched as he used his own cum as lube. you felt yourself cum as he slid his cock up to the hilt and slapped your ass just hard enough to leave a mark.

your holes clenched up and made hannibal cum deep into your cunt. both of your lovers held you close as they finished pumping you full of cum, the three of you moaning in pleasure and almost collapsing in a pile as waves of exhaustion washed over you. hannibal and will managed to help you back to the other bathroom, drawing a bath in the bigger tub that the three of you could soak in and relax. hannibal was the first to recover and brought back some water and chocolates for everyone to tide you all over until dinner.

#writing #slashers #asks #male reader #drabble #requests #slasher smut #ftm reader #will graham x ftm!reader #will graham x male reader #will graham #nbc hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal x male reader #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal x ftm reader #ftm sub reader #sub male reader #sub reader #🚄 anon

[jounosnumberoneslut]

You are mine, only mine, understood?

Jouno Saigiku; Tecchou Suehiro NSFW

Sorry for the grammatical mistakes english isn't my native language!

Pairings... Jouno Saigiku x fem!reader, Tecchou Suehiro x fem!reader

Contains... a very dirty birthday gift, smut!, masturbation, riding, teasing, dirty talk, dom!Jouno

AFAB reader

Today is your birthday. You were at home, reading your favourite book on the couch in your living room, while eagerly awaiting your boyfriend’s arrivel.

You live with Jouno two years ago, he work as a Hunting Dog. When they didn’t have to work outside of the HQ just had loose meetings with his coworkers, he sometimes brought you to their office. So you know them well, and Jouno knows, who would be your boyfriend if you didn’t choose him.

You put your book down when he came, went over to him, hugged him and gave a small kiss onto his lips. Jouno smiled into your kiss and stepped aside, then you saw he didn’t alone. There was Tecchou smiled with a bigger white box in his hands. You let them inside, carried the box from Tecchou, placed it on the dining table and greeted him a quick hug. You taken out one of the chairs, sat down and urged them to join you.

- How was your day boys? How did you invited Tecchou, babe? We don’t throw a large party. – you said while they took sit.

- He had nothing to do for the afternoon and wanted to wish you happy birthday. And eat from the cake what we bought to you. – your boyfriend said, placed three plates and forks in front of you, then began slicing the strawberry milk cream cake.

- Today Teruko freaked out to Tachihara, who let free a criminal at Fukuchi’s command. – Tecchou said and tasted the piece of cake what Jouno gave him – Mmm, do you have ketchup or –

- No! – you broke him off – So he wasn’t a criminal. – you eated your own piece.

- Nope. He was innocent. Just SoMeOne from us – the brown haired man looked scornfully to Jouno who sat next to him – accidentally arrested him, thought he was guilty.

Jouno eated his own slice, leaned back in his chair and smiled.

- Did you finish my darlings? I want to give my present to my love. – he asked. You both nod to him, didn’t have any idea what’s in his mind. – Then stand up please, both of you and come with me.

You two followed him in your bedroom, Jouno taken a seat in the armchair what was looking straight at the bed.

This armchair originally place was in the living room, until you didn’t know each others sexually fetishes well. Its his favourite place to sit, like a king, watching you sucking his dick or riding on it. Sometimes he commands you to play yourself while he sits there with his erecting cock, forcing you weep for his touch.

You uncomfortable stood in the front of him, Jouno simply gave you a sly smile and said.

- Tecchou, kiss Y/n. – you both completely shocked by this command.

- Are you crazy Jouno? He is your girl, I won’t touch her. – Jouno's smile more widened.

- Ohh, you will. Then you will have sex in the front of me, – he stood up from the armchair and unbottoned his shirt. His pale skin glowed as the dark red uniform contrasted on him. – but I’ve got a clause. You must describe what you do with the other. It’s like listening to an audio-narrative porn starring by you. Happy birthday my love, you can fuck with Tecchou, I know you glared him not once, I can sense you are already wet. And Tecchou, don’t be shy, I know you fantasied about Y/n.

You both reddened severely, you looked into Tecchous chestnut eyes and stepped closer to him. Jouno is your only one love, but he didn’t lie. You wanted to experience him to yourself, he has different body type and temperament than your boyfriend, it blows your imaginations.

- My values are being overruled by this. I won’t-

- Tecchou. I swear...just do it. My pants are getting tighter.

Tecchou caressed your cheek, closed his eyes and kissed you passionately. He played with your lips, then traced their outline with the tip of his tongue. Jouno loved to listen the slippery sound of your mouths, he took off his pants and boxer than sat back. From the corner of your eyes observed him, his hard and long dick, until you tasted Tecchou’s tongue in your mouth. You closed your eyes again, played with his dark brown hair. You swirled your tongue around his, felt a fruity little moan into your mouth. He separated from your slidy lips with a smacking sound. Jouno stroked his own cock and asked with a cocky smile on his face.

- How was it? – he asked curiously and tilted his head back.

- Your girlfriends has very soft lips and playful tongue...

- Tecchou is so discreet and sweet...

Both of you blushed as you talk about each other.

- Take off your clothes and go to bed. – Jouno commanded.

You became more impatient, could practically feel him between your legs, as you began unbotton his shirt and take off his pants. You saw the outline of his erection, under his boxer and wet spot of his precum. When you saw it that, he was ashamed, suddenly brushed his lips to yours and carefully pushed you in the bed. You enjoyed this game more and more.

- I took off Tecchou’s clothes, he is wearing only his dark grey boxer. – you gently ran your hand over his lenght, he hissed up on your touch – he is so hard.

- I’m hearing how it’s throbbing, make him feel good princess. But oral not allowed to either of you. Tecchou, first stretch her out a little, otherwise she will cry like a child. – Jouno suggested.

- But first I wanna see her naked.

Tecchou slowly took off all your clothes. He explored your full body with his eyes and with those delicate hands. Massaged your tender breasts, he gazed how your nipples lashed into hardeness under his touch. Slowly reached down to your pussy, he is already drunk of you, wanted to taste it but he can’t. Tecchou used his big fingers, pushed in two at once. You quietly moaned as you felt him inside of you.

- Your girlfriend is so beautiful Jouno. I envy you to have her. – he still stretched you while slowly pulled down his boxer, you finally saw his veined dick, it’s thicker than your boyfriend’s. – I wanna say thank you, the both of you, and wish you happy birthday Y/n.

He finished his sentence, dragged across the tip of his cock on your entrance, gently pushed in his full lenght, you felt his pelvis on your clit, as he lied on you. You moaned his name into his mouth as you kissed again, carefully scratched his muscular back. He moved slowly, you felt his hair tickling your cheek and neck in every thrust.

- She is so wet, so good for me. I won’t last long. It’s been a long time since I was with woman. – you grabbed his ass, your hands been itching to feel it for a very long time – hahh!

- Switch position. Let my princess ride on you. You will love it Tecchou san.

Jouno ordered. You looked at him, he rubbed his cock gently, his eyes are closed as always, his cheeks are red, and his hair stucked to his sweaty forehead. You watched how his muscles moved on his arm and his torso as he breathed. You quickly came back to reality when Tecchou uplifted you and lied down, put both of his hands behind his head. He helped you to get above him, you placed his cock to your needy cunt and he watched how it dissapeared in your body. You supported yourself with both of your hands on his abs and his muscular chest as you slowly circled your hips on him.

- You are so sexy, muscular man Tecchou, did you know? – you can’not handle your words, the man surprised under you.

You moved faster, slammed your ass down to him, your bouncing breasts are the most beautiful things what he ever saw. Jouno stood up and walked toward to you, stilled masturbating. You slowed down and became afraid maybe you said too much. Both of you catched your breathes, watched him coming closer.

- Keep going princess. I’m hearing Tecchou’s cock twitches inside you, make him cum.

You continued ride on his hard cock, moaned louder his name, Tecchou gasped under you. He grasped your thights, his eyes rolled back

- Y/n, I’m cumming! – he exploded.

You cummed at the same time with him, yoe leaned closer to his face, gave him a passionately kiss, played with his tasty tongue, your gummy walls throbbed around his cock, felt his cum fill you. And you felt something else. Jouno cummed over to your back, quiet moans left his mouth. You surprised on him, but loved his dirty present.

- Can I take a shower? – Tecchou asked.

You got off of him, your legs trembled because of the climax. Jouno nodded and showed him the bathroom. While the Tecchou showered, your boyfriend came back, sat down to the bed next to you with a towel and cleaned your back.

- I love you... – you leaned into his bare chest and murmured quietly.

- I know that well, my love.

You heard the water flow stopped, Jouno put on a robe and looked after Tecchou. You heard them talk, then the clothed Tecchou stood at the bedroom’s door, looked at your naked body one last time, and said goodbye. Jouno showed him out and went back to you threw the robe on the ground, you saw his cock hardened again, bobbing up against his V line.

- Lie on your stomach and lift up your pretty butt for me.

You swallowed hard and did what he said. Jouno kneeled behind you and pushed himself deeply in you, moved insanly fast. You screamed so loud like never before, you were sure Tecchou could hear you if he still near to the apartment. Jouno lied to your back, didn’t slow.

- Disgusting whore, your skin is sticky.

- Ahh – you gasped for air between every thrust – it... it’s – tried to answer.

- I know... shut up... – he put his two fingers in your mouth to make you silence. – I’ll make sure you won’t yearn for him ever again.

You felt his slamming thrusts of his climax and his warm cum leaking out from your wet folds. You shuddered uncontrollably when he bit your ear from behind.

- You are mine, only mine, understood? – he kissed your red cheeks – Happy birthday princess.

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#anime #bsd #bungou stray dogs #manga #bungo stray dogs #jouno saigiku #jouno #jouno bsd #jouno x reader #jouno x y/n #tecchou suehiro #tecchou bsd #tecchou #tecchou x reader #tetchou x reader #tecchou x y/n #bsd x reader

[arachnidamoon]

Sickness: Hashira! Douma x Tsuguko! GN! Reader

The Ice Hashira wasn’t used to getting sick. His breathing style had gotten him used to the coldest temperatures, making him immune to most sicknesses. Most of the time, at least. But the few times he did, he turned into a whiny, spoiled child. Making you, his Tsuguko, take care of him.

“(Y/N), I want you to feed me!”

Douma whined as soon as he saw you enter his room with a tray of handmade food on your hands. As much as you wanted to complain due to his endless requests, the way he looked at you with his manipulative puppy-dog eyes prevented you from doing so. Even if it was obvious he was using his sickness as a way for you to pamper him, he was too adorable to say no.

So you sat next to him, putting the tray with miso soup and white rice on your lap. Your chopsticks picked up a decent amount of rice, which you offered to him. The warm, fluffy rice touching his lips.

“Here."

“It is too warm, (Y/N)! You don’t want me to burn myself, do you?”

Douma pouted, watching as you heaved a sigh. Still, you indulged his wishes, blowing some air on the rice — cooling it down before offering it to him again. Once the temperature of the rice was to his liking, he started eating. He could definitely get used to all of this pampering.

As you kept feeding him, you wondered if he was acting more childish than usual due to his sickness or if it was his true nature. In reality, it was more due to him barely receiving any sort of affection during his life. He was only loved whenever someone wanted something in return or were blinded by his good looks.

Your affection was different. Genuine. Making him love you. So much.

An almost inaudible, satisfied hum escaped his lips as you finished giving him his meal. Leaving the tray on his nightstand, you decided to stay for a bit longer.

“How are you feeling?”

“My flu has only worsened, my dear Tsuguko. If only I received proper, constant treatment for a day, I would recover far quicker.”

Douma faked his teary eyes, trying to make you feel bad. His hand was resting on his chest, making the whole act feel more authentic.

Truth be told, the Ice Hashira had almost recovered already; he was just faking to make you stay with him. He would gladly continue doing so if it meant he would get to spend more time with you. He liked your company. Way too much.

“I see. I’ll stay by your side until you fully recover, then. Does it hurt somewhere?”

Douma took your hand in his, guiding it closer to him.

“Here.”

The Ice Hashira had rested your hand on his chest, looking at you with a flirty and sly gaze. As he saw your cheeks turning rosy, he smirked. Ready to tease you even further and, hopefully, make some romantic advances as well.

“I think it is because you have stolen my heart, my dear. It aches whenever you aren’t around.”

What had been your attempt at taking proper care of him ended up turning into a flirting attempt from Douma. His grasp on your hand was tight; not willing to let you go.

Being too flustered to react, you adverted your gaze. The reddish flush on your cheeks was too cute for the Ice Hashira.

“Their reactions are always so pleasant to watch!” He thought as he decided to continue with what he was doing.

Douma kept flirting with you non-stop, with compliments coming one after another. It got to a point where you started begging internally for him to stop, your cheeks only turning redder. To your embarrassment, your mentor kept going. Not caring at all.

“So adorable.”

“Your skin is the softest, sweetheart.”

“You are -”

Before he could continue, you ended up pressing your lips against his. Cutting the Ice Hashira, making him silent. He was ecstatic to see how everything had turned out as he wanted, kissing you back and deepening the kiss as soon as he could.

Douma rested his hand on your nape, bringing you closer to him. Oh, how good you felt in his arms! How right it felt!————————————————————

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear! I ended up making you sick.”

It had been a week since Douma recovered and since you two started dating. Either for the constant visits or due to the fact your mentor kept asking for kisses as he was recovering, you ended up feeling sick. You lifted your head from the pillow, looking at him softly. Trying to reassure him.

“Don’t worry, Douma. Is all fine.”

So kind.

So precious.

The Ice Hashira removed the towel from your head, dipping it again in cold water. Once he had removed the excess liquid, he placed it back where it was. His fingers softly brushed the strands off your face, admiring your features.

“I will take care of you.”

For the first time, Douma had a genuine smile on his face. The Ice Hashira finally got what he had long desired. You — his beloved Tsuguko.

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[outerspacebisexual]

I'll Give In To You - Steve Harrington

Summary: You and Steve have been best friends for six years. It takes one drunken night to reveal your feelings and ruin everything. Or does it?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, drinking, mentions of vomit, friends to lovers (yes!yes!yes!)

a/n: if you see a mistake in this, no you didn't. friends to lovers my beloved

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As two of Hawkins High’s most avid partygoers, you and Steve were expected at every party that was thrown. And cheer captain Rachel Bilson’s party was no different.

“Did you see this?” you asked Steve as you took your seat next to him at lunch.

He took the flyer from your hands, eyes trailing over the date and time for the ‘April Fools’ party. “I heard about it from Carol,” he replied, scrunching it up before you could take it back from him. “People will use anything for an excuse to throw a party.”

You scoffed. “As if you care, Mister Keg King.”

He shot you a sly grin, paired with a wink. You rolled your eyes, even as the heat pooled in your stomach. “Anyway,” he said, “we need to be thinking about my party. It’s less than a month away and we haven’t organised anything.”

You raised a brow. “Why am I suddenly helping you plan your own party?”

“Because you’re my best friend and you know I can’t plan to save my life.” His puppy dog eyes were big and bright, and you fought against the smile already forming.

“What will you give me in return?”

He tapped his fingers on the table, as if deep in thought. “How about a ride to school every day this month?”

“You already pick me up most mornings.”

“Sure, but how about every day?”

You shot him a look, but agreed. In truth, he didn’t have to give you anything, which he knew. You would do anything for him, including plan his birthday party, for free. It was one of the downsides to being in love with your best friend.

You and Steve had been friends for six years, best friends for five of them. And just like every cliché, you had fallen in love with him. And God, it was the worst thing you had ever done. Because it meant that you were subjected to watching him go out with other people while you watched on from the sidelines like a loser.

It was pathetic, really, but you had managed to hide your feelings from him for years successfully. Senior year would be no different.

“Do you have basketball practice this afternoon?” you asked him around a mouthful of food.

“Yeah, last period. I can still drive you home.”

You nodded in thanks. “What’s happening about—” You cut yourself off when you noticed that Steve’s eyes were on the doors of the cafeteria. On Nancy Wheeler. The heat in your stomach turned to ice. “Steve,” you said, bringing his attention back to you. “What’s up with you and Nancy?”

His eyes shot back to you. “What?”

You gestured with your head to the girl. “What’s up with you and her?”

Steve and Nancy had been spending more time together recently, which was no secret to you and the rest of Hawkins High. It was a weird pairing if you were honest, not that you would ever tell Steve that.

“Nothing,” he rushed. “We’re just lab partners. She’s having a hard time with her parents or something lately.”

The way he scrambled for an excuse wasn’t all that convincing, but you let it go. “Right.” Your appetite was suddenly gone, and you pushed your tray away.

Steve noticed, but didn’t say anything, pushing it back towards you without a word. “Now, about my party.”

You rolled your eyes again. If there was one thing Steve was good at, it was changing the subject.

+

Like Steve said, the sound of sweaty teenage boys running around was loud enough that you could hear it from outside the gymnasium.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder as you made your way towards it. You had elected to skip out on last period. Mrs. Click wouldn’t even notice. Plus, reading in the bleachers was always preferable to learning history for an exam that wouldn’t mean anything after graduation.

Opening the doors to the gym, you found the team in the middle of a practice game.

You waved at the coach, who at this point, was used to you sitting in on his lessons. He was fine with it, so long as you didn’t say anything or disturb his class. He was on some power trip about ensuring that the team made the finals this year. Something that Steve was sure wasn’t going to happen.

Steve caught sight of you as you made yourself comfortable towards the back of the bleachers, already pulling out a book from your backpack. He gave a nod in greeting, and you smiled back at him.

He was sweaty beyond belief, the spring air already humid enough to cause a breakout of sweat if you even thought about doing anything strenuous.

You sat in silence for the majority of the lesson, only looking up when you heard the doors open again. When you did, you thought you must have been hallucinating, because Nancy Wheeler was standing at the entrance.

You watched as Steve excused himself from practice to go over to her. Their words were hushed, not audible over the team’s shouting, no matter how hard you tried to listen.

She looked upset, that much you could tell, and Steve comforted her as she sniffled.

The bell rang out through the gym, and you shoved your book into your bag, taking the steps two at a time. You were nothing if not nosy, so you were disappointed when you got to Steve right as Nancy exited the doors and headed out into the parking lot.

You clapped your hand on Steve’s shoulder, before immediately pulling it back when it came away sweaty. You made a face and wiped it on your pants. “Gross. What was that about?”

He chuckled as he watched you. “Nothing. She’s just having a hard time with her parents and her brother.”

“So you said,” you replied dryly.

“I’m actually going to drive her home today,” he admitted. “She’ll be out by the car if you wanted to wait for me out there.”

Your stomach soured instantly. “It’s all good. I’m catching a lift with Riley,” you lied. Steve’s eyes shot from you to Riley, who was making his way to the locker room with the other guys. You prayed that Riley would give you a lift home. You two were friends enough that it shouldn’t be a problem, but on the off chance he couldn’t—home was a long way to walk.

Still, it was better than riding with Steve and Nancy.

“Oh, OK,” was all Steve said, his eyes returning to you.

You sent him a smile that he returned, even if his was a little strained. You chalked that up to Nancy waiting for him.

You started to walk away when he called to you. “Hey, I have something for you,” he said, gesturing for you to hold out your hand. You shot him a confused look, but held it out anyway.

He grabbed your wrist faster than you could move and ran your hand over his sweaty hair.

You ripped it out of his grasp and shoved him. “Yuck, Steve. What the fuck?”

He only laughed as he jogged to the locker rooms, leaving you standing there shouting after him.

+

It turned out that Rachel’s ‘April Fools’ party was just a normal party that happened to be the weekend after April Fools. You hadn’t expected anything more than that.

As always, Steve was the Keg King, and you could only watch on as the others held him upside down.

You had spent the majority of the night by his side like normal, downing your fair share of alcohol until the room started spinning and your feet no longer felt like they were your own.

You laughed at something Steve said as the two of you stood in the kitchen, surrounded by a few members of the basketball team. If you were honest, you weren’t even sure what was funny.

“Hey guys, I’ll be back,” Steve said suddenly, and he was disappearing through the crowd of people towards the front door.

You peered over the heads of the people in the living room to see Nancy Wheeler and Barbara Holland entering the house. You raised a brow as you watched Steve give them each a side hug. To say you were surprised to see them at a party was an understatement.

Barbara was nice, and you shared a class with her last year, but a party was not her scene. You imagined that Nancy was the same.

“What’s up with you?” Riley asked from beside you.

You turned your attention to him, his face blurring and swirling the more you tried to focus on it. “Nothing,” you mumbled. “I’m just surprised to see Nancy here.”

“See Nancy here, or see Nancy with Steve?”

You shot him a look that probably seemed a lot more intimidating in your head. “Hey, I don’t need you interfering in my life,” you slurred, stumbling over the word ‘interfering’.

“Right,” he drawled, his teasing smile making you want to be anywhere but beside him.

He hadn’t left you alone about it since you cornered him that afternoon a week ago and begged him for a ride home. He had agreed on the condition that you tell him why you needed one when Steve had only left five minutes before.

You lied for the most part, but he saw straight through it.

“I’m getting another drink,” you muttered, and he only nodded and turned back to the conversation.

You pushed through the crowd, saying hello to a few people as you tried to find Steve’s cooler with your drinks.

After five minutes of looking, you gave up, choosing instead to grab a beer from a random cooler.

You popped the cap, but as soon as the smell hit your nostrils, bile was rising in your throat. You stood completely still, hoping that the nausea would pass, but it only grew until you were shoving past people in search of the bathroom.

Luckily, the door was ajar, and you slammed it shut and collapsed in front of the toilet just in time.

Once you were sure that you’d gotten everything out of your system, you stood, washing your mouth out and staring at yourself in the mirror.

You still looked fine, aside from the spaced-out drunk look in your eyes.

Picking up the beer you’d left on the counter, you swigged it, the burn from the alcohol cancelling out the burn from the vomit.

There was a knock on the door, and you shouted ‘come in’ before you even thought about the fact that you were in a random bathroom and it wasn’t usually a shared space.

Fortunately for you, it was Steve. “Hey, Riley said he saw you rushing in here.”

You stumbled as you leaned against the counter. “I just felt a little sick,” you explained, gesturing to the toilet.

“Ah. You feeling better?”

You giggled. At what you didn’t know. Maybe at the way he looked so pretty tonight. Then you remembered where he had been. You took another swig from your beer. “Why aren’t you with Nancy?”

Steve glanced between you and the beer in your hand. “Where’d you get that? That’s not ours.”

He tried to take it from you, but you pulled out of his reach. “Where’s Nancy?”

“I don’t know. With Barb outside probably,” he said, finally succeeding in wrangling the bottle from you. He sniffed it. “Did someone give this to you? And why are you so caught up with Nancy?”

You scoffed, ignoring the first question. “Because you’re always with Nancy now,” you slurred. “It’s Nancy this and Nancy that. So, why aren’t you with her now?”

Steve righted you when you leaned a little too far back. “Because I’d rather be with you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed in an exaggerated manor, all drunken foolishness. “You don’t mean that, Stevie. You would choose Nancy over me, and that’s OK!” You patted his chest. “It’s OK that you choose her. She’s nice.”

If Steve was confused before, he was completely and utterly lost now. “What are you talking about? You’re my best friend.”

You let out a broken sound, something between a laugh and a scoff. “I know. That’s the worst part. Because you don’t even realise just how much it hurts to be around you when I love you.”

Steve went rigid beneath you, his chest halting as he held his breath.

The two of you stood there, suspended in time.

“What?” he asked after a moment.

As he said it, the music died out and you stood up straight, the drunken cloud of fog floating away quicker than ever before.

You had not just said that out loud. But from the crinkle between Steve’s brows and the confused look on his face, you most definitely had.

You pulled away from him, brushing past him before he could stop you. He still tried, but you were faster, slipping out of his reach and racing through the crowd of people.

You couldn’t hear Steve behind you, but it was hard to hear anything over the music blaring and your blood thrumming in your ears.

Riley was where you’d left him, and for the second time in a week, you were begging him for a ride home. He looked concerned at first, but agreed when you threatened to take his keys and drive home yourself.

You didn’t see Steve before you left.

You didn’t even try and find him.

You didn’t want to do anything except get home and cry.

Which was exactly what you did.

+

You drove to school on Monday morning, despite the fact that Steve had promised to drive you every day this month.

After spending most of Saturday night and all of Sunday moping around and crying at your utter stupidity, you had to face school.

You were sitting in your first period English, the seat next to you that Steve normally sat in empty. At first, you were hopeful that maybe he’d skipped first period, which was the only class that you shared with him on Monday.

Your hopes were crushed, however, when Steve came bumbling into the room five minutes late.

He dropped into the seat beside you, and you could feel the heat behind your cheeks as you kept your eyes averted.

“You drove to school,” he said after a few minutes.

“Yeah,” you replied, still not looking at him.

He was silent again. “I waited for you.”

The guilt stabbed your heart until it was nothing more than a deformed pin cushion. “Sorry,” you said, and you really meant it. “I should have told you I was driving this week.”

“This week?” He was surprised, and he said it a lot louder than he meant to because the teacher was quick to shush him. He continued, quieter, “You’re driving this whole week?”

You nodded and dared a glance at him. “Yeah. My dad said I need to drive my car more or he’ll sell it.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but it was far from the truth. The truth that you couldn’t face the consequences to your dumb actions.

“Right,” he replied, and he slumped back in his seat, fumbling with his pen.

+

The next few weeks went by in an awkward dance of you and Steve trying to act normal and failing spectacularly.

You managed to avoid him for the most part, which was more painful than you thought it would be. You hadn’t spent a day without him on purpose for years. And now you were doing it most days.

Maybe what hurt the most was that Steve wasn’t acting like nothing happened. It was worse. He was acting like you were some ticking timebomb that would fall apart if he looked at you for a second too long.

Which just made everything ten times harder to pretend like nothing happened.

You spent lunch in the library half the time, where you by chance ran into Barbara Holland.

She sat opposite you at the table you’d found in the back of the room. “Hi,” she greeted.

“Barb.” You blinked. You hadn’t seen her since catching sight of her at the party two weeks ago. It had been probably six months since you’d spoken to her. “Hey.”

She pulled some books and pens from her backpack, setting up for studying what looked like science. “This science project is killing me,” she said. “How are you getting through it?”

“Uh, I’m just doing some extra reading on the topic. I’m not in Mr. Hilton’s class, so I’m not partnered with anyone.”

Barb nodded. “Yeah, I’m not either. I think he’s only partnering people because it’s a senior-slash-junior class.”

“Yeah, probably.” You weren’t quite sure what to say after that. It was weird enough that Barb was sitting in front of you in the first place, let alone that you were making small talk about a science project.

“Nancy and Steve are partnered together,” Barb said, breaking the silence.

You looked back at her, brows raised. “I know.” Your answer was snappier than you meant it to be.

Barb studied you for a long moment. “He’s being a really good friend to her. Her dad has been giving her a hard time recently, and Steve knows all about that, so he’s been helping her out.”

“Cool,” you replied.

Barb went quiet again, and you turned back to your work.

“Steve’s birthday is next week,” she said.

You sighed. “I know when my best friend’s birthday is, Barb.”

If she clocked how grating she was being, she didn’t care. “He’s still having the party that you guys planned.”

You narrowed your eyes. You knew exactly where she was going with this little spiel.

She was trying to gauge if you were going to Steve’s party. It was no secret that you had pulled away from the senior festivities in the past few weeks. You hadn’t attended many parties or skipped classes for fun like you used to. The idea of getting drunk and admitting something even more mortifying while under the influence was terrifying.

You weren’t sure if Barb had come of her own accord, or if Steve had put her up to it. Or worse yet, if Nancy had done it.

You suddenly had no desire to talk to Barb, and you packed your notebook and textbook into your bag. “Thanks, Barb,” was all you said as you left the library.

+

Steve’s leg bounced up and down as he sat on his couch, surveying the surrounding partygoers. It was his usual crowd—the entire senior class of Hawkins High, along with a few sophomores and juniors that somehow snagged an invite.

His eyes drifted over the people he’d known his entire life, all standing in his house. He should be grateful that this many people knew him and wanted to come to his party. Instead, he was clinging to his couch and searching the faceless throng of people for the one person he really wanted to see.

The one person that his life had unknowingly revolved around until three weeks ago.

He gripped his beer bottle tighter.

Someone clapped him on the shoulder, and for a split second, it was you. It was your hand on his shoulder, a sly comment falling from your mouth before he even turned to look at you.

It was you. Until it wasn’t, and the hope in his chest dwindled as the image of you was replaced with a guy from his science class, wishing him a happy birthday and congratulating him on the great party.

He thanked him lamely, the bottle in his hands suddenly the most interesting thing in the room.

You didn’t come to parties anymore.

He took a can from someone as they passed him, shouting ‘happy birthday’ over the pounding music.

It was his party after all. It was his birthday. He should be enjoying himself. He should have finished the lukewarm beer in his hands twenty minutes ago. He should be shot gunning the can in his hands with the rest of the basketball team by the pool.

His heart started to race.

He should be doing any number of things with any number of people.

But the only place he wanted to be was with you.

He was standing before he could stop himself.

The guy from earlier was by the door when he grabbed his keys. “Hey, where are you going, man?”

“Out,” was all Steve replied, only vaguely aware of the guy shouting that he couldn’t leave his own party.

He didn’t care about leaving his house in the hands of a bunch of high schoolers.

He only cared about getting to you.

+

You stared blankly at the perfectly wrapped gift box sitting on your dresser.

It was teasing you.

You didn’t know how, but it was.

Maybe with the promise of everything being all right if you just got the guts to go give it to Steve. It didn’t matter that he was having a party. You were still his best friend, you still had more right than anyone else to be at his place.

Plus, you had helped organise the party to begin with. If anything, you should be pride of place next to Steve.

But you weren’t.

The prospect of talking to Steve after your mortifying ordeal was almost too much to bear. You had managed to keep your stupid feelings to yourself for years and suddenly a few too many drinks and a random bathroom was what sent you over the edge.

It was humiliating.

You groaned and collapsed onto your back on your bed, covering your eyes with your arm.

Even without looking at it, the present was burned into the back of your eyelids. The worst part was, you knew that he would love it.

He’d get that goofy look on his face as he pulled the lid off, and he wouldn’t even bother to suppress the laughter that would burst from him. He would throw his arms around you without a second thought, and you would burn from head to toe at his touch while you pretended to be nonchalant about the gift, lying through your teeth about how you’d forgotten his birthday. You’d lie, despite the fact that it had taken almost six months and plenty of tears to make.

You’d pretend, just like you always did.

Normally, you and Steve would be so drunk by now that you’d collapse into his bed and he’d fall to the floor in a heap, yanking his pillow from beneath your head, ignoring your objections.

But now, you were holed up in your room ignoring that you wanted to be with him.

Each minute that ticked by was spend volleying between two thoughts: ‘I should go and see him’ and ‘I need the ground to open up and swallow me whole’.

After ten agonising minutes of going back and forth, you stood.

Steve was still your best friend. And he would never not see you on your birthday.

Your eyes found the gift again. It sat completely still, completely unmoving. You stared at it. It stared back.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled, and you were getting dressed before you could convince yourself this was a terrible idea.

+

The route to your house was second nature to Steve by this point.

Six years of biking, and then driving, between your place and his had the turns seared into his brain. He could get there blindfolded.

He hadn’t even bothered to turn on the radio. The silence was somehow comforting. It was neutral. It didn’t tell him that this was either the stupidest thing he’d ever done or that it was the best thing he would ever do.

Only his mind told him that. Each thought took up equal space as he drove, swinging up and down and around and around like unbalanced scales.

Your driveway came into view. The only car parked out front was your own, no sign of your parents’ cars. He didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse.

He pulled in behind your car and cut the engine.

Through your window, he could see your bedroom light was on, the light curling from beneath the curtains. You were probably in there right now, curled up in bed reading one of your countless novels that he could never keep up with. You were always one to forgo sleep for the next chapter.

He chewed on his bottom lip as he sat there in the darkness, just watching. He heaved in a breath and screwed his eyes shut.

It was his birthday, and even though he didn’t have a cake or candles, he still had a wish.

A wish that he cashed in as he sat in his car in your driveway.

+

In your haste to get semi-presentable for a party, you couldn’t hear anything over your laboured breathing.

You threw on a jacket, and after scanning your appearance in the mirror, you gave up on trying to be anything other than the weird mess that you had become. It didn’t matter anyway. You were just going to see Steve and give him his gift, and then you were coming back home.

The gift was just where you’d left it, just as intense in its silent stare. It was a box, you thought darkly, how could it even have a stare?

Before taking it from your dresser, you opened the lid, peeking inside just to make sure it was still in there.

It was.

The jacket you’d made and sewed yourself staring back at you. From the way you’d folded it, the embroidery on the left-hand side was visible. Harrington’s Baby-Sitting Service in lettering so small you could barely make it out. The lettering colour was the same as the jacket material, so no one would notice it unless it was pointed out.

What wasn’t visible from the way it was sitting, was the other embroidery on the inside of the right cuff: your name.

In even smaller lettering, it wasn’t visible at all unless you ran your fingers over it and felt that it was there.

You slammed the lid back down and took it under your arm.

It was too late to back out now.

Descending the stairs, you were surprised to find your keys exactly where they should be. It was like your earlier self had been preparing for this moment.

Gripping your keys in one hand and clutching the present tighter beneath your arm, you yanked your front door open.

+

The gravel crunched under foot as Steve made his way to your front door.

Once he was in front of it, he hesitated.

What if you didn’t want to see him? What if he knocked and you didn’t answer? What if he knocked and you did answer?

What was he even going to say?

He hadn’t organised a speech on the drive over. He had a full fifteen minutes, and he wasted them on his own pitiful thoughts instead of preparing a speech.

Maybe he could go back to his car and work on one, and then come back and try it again.

But before he got the chance, the outside light flicked on, and he was left standing—completely frozen—inches from the door as it was reefed open from the inside.

+

You faltered, eyes widening as you registered that Steve was standing on the threshold of your house.

“Steve,” you breathed.

He looked just as shocked to see you standing there. “Y/N,” he replied, voice shaky.

You blinked at him, a million thoughts racing through your head. The first being: ‘Why aren’t you at your party?’ And the second: “What are you doing here?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I—uh—I came to see you.”

“Oh,” was all you managed.

His eyes went from your face to your outfit to the gift under your arm. “Were you…were you coming to see me?”

You would have to be blind to miss the hopefulness behind his words and in his eyes. You shuffled and pulled the box from under your arm. Holding it in front of him now, it felt stupid. “Yeah,” you said finally. “I was going to give it to you at your party.”

“You’re going to the party?” he asked, a glimmer of surprise flicking across his face. “I didn’t think you wanted to come.”

“I don’t,” you mumbled, and you caught the way his shoulders deflated. “But I wanted to see you. It’s still your birthday, Steve.”

He nodded, swallowing harshly as an awkward silence descended over the two of you. He didn’t move to come in, even when you invited him in.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot as his eyes darted around wildly. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, and you paused from where you were dropping your keys into the bowl by the door. You placed the gift on the table and turned to look at him as he continued, “I’m sorry for not talking to you. I just thought…I thought that you wanted space. From everything. From me.”

You didn’t tell him that that was exactly the opposite of what you wanted.

“I wanted so badly to talk to you about it, but Nancy said that you probably didn’t want that. She said that you would see me when you were ready.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the mention of Nancy. Of course he would go to Nancy Wheeler for help with his problems. It also didn’t help that she was right, sort of. “Steve, it’s all right, really. I was—”

“No,” he cut you off. “It’s not all right. I—I shouldn’t have let you walk out of that bathroom. I should have chased you down.”

“Steve—”

He held up a hand. “Just…Just let me finish, please.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it after a moment, nodding for him to keep going.

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a shaky breath. “When you said what you said in that bathroom, I was surprised. Not about what you said, but about how blind I’d been. Because you…I’ve been in love with you since freshman year.”

You froze, your heart thumping hard against your ribcage.

His eyes were trained on the floor, the words tumbling from his mouth. “And I told myself for years that it didn’t matter because I didn’t want to ruin anything. Because I was happy if I just got to be your friend. And then that night, I was worried that you didn’t mean it.” His voice broke, and it took everything in you to not reach out and hug him. “I thought that maybe you were just drunk and saying things you didn’t mean. And if that was true, if you really didn’t mean it, then I couldn’t risk saying it to you and having things become weird between us.”

When he finally looked at you, his eyes were lined with tears. Your own suddenly burned.

“But then things got weird anyway. And it felt like my fault. Because I couldn’t look at you without hearing what you said.”

“Steve,” you began, but you couldn’t work out where to start. “What about Nancy?”

He blinked. Then blinked again. “What about Nancy?”

You floundered. “Aren’t the two of you…?”

“Nancy?” he barked. “No. Nancy is a friend. She’s nice and all, but…”

“But what?”

His eyes found yours again. “But she’s not you.”

You stared at him. There was a tender vulnerability in his eyes, one that you had rarely seen from him. You had no doubt that yours reflected your own. A tear slipped from your eye, and Steve was stepping towards you before you could wipe it away.

He took your face in his hands, so gently that his fingers felt like little more than a whisper across your skin. He swiped the tear from your cheek. He was so close. “Steve,” you breathed.

“Y/N,” he murmured back, just as quiet.

Your eyes flickered between his, and when his own dipped to your lips, your breath hitched.

The space between you was infinitely large, but Steve made the leap anyway.

And as his lips pressed to yours, the world fell away into nothing but the two of you in this moment that had been building for six years.

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❤️ Built For This World ❤️

Chapter 6

Behind my still closed and sleepy eyelids I perceive an annoying light.

I grunt, letting out a soft wail.

Damn it.

I have to find a better arrangement.

As grateful as I am to have a place to sleep, the floor of the RV isn't exactly the best.

My back hurts.

I blink quickly a couple of times and then finally open my eyes.

Another day is about to begin.

Another day of anxieties and fears awaits me but a small part of me is no longer too scared.

Things between me and Daryl seem to have taken a more peaceful path.

And this thought makes me smile like an idiot.

Well, at least now I know he doesn't hate me.

I don't know exactly what we are.

We are not friends.

We are not lovers that's for sure.

But we both need to be close and I'm not complaining about that.

I stretch my arms upward and my back pops in multiple places.

Ok, it's settled.

Next run I have to find a tent.

And maybe a sleeping bag.

I roll onto my side, pushing myself to get back on my feet.

I look around and obviously I'm alone.

Shit!

I need to get an alarm clock too.

I can't keep sleeping more than everyone else, I don't want to give that asshole of Shane another reason to yell at me.

I snort.

Yet I had asked Carol to wake me up when she got up.

I get out of the RV looking for my friend and I see her right next to Lori, together they are hanging out the laundry.

Great.

Everyone is already busy with something and I'm here to sleep.

It's certainly not a good way to make me accept.

I walk towards the two women, fixing my ponytail, trying to tidy up my not-so-fantastic look.

Another thing I need?

New clothes.

Glenn and I need to take another little trip into town soon.

Glenn, my sweet little traitor.

I sigh resignedly.

“Good morning” I yawn as I approach the two women.

Lori mutters a hello under her breath, avoiding my gaze.

I'm sorry that she feels uncomfortable with me but I understand her.

She doesn't know me well and maybe she fears that I might betray her trust but I will show her to what I'm about and that she can trust me.

After all, it's not her fault.

It's not her fault that Shane let her fall into his clutches.

“Good morning, Summer” Carol greets me with a huge smile on her face.

I can see the curiosity shining in her eyes.

I roll my eyes and she giggles.

I know what she wants to know.

Last night she saw me leave with Daryl and when I got back to the RV she was already asleep so she doesn't know what happened.

Technically nothing happened but something changed inside me.

Now I know that Daryl wants me here, by his side.

For what I don't know but we will both find out.

“Why didn't you wake me up?” I ask her, yawning again.

“Because you need to rest Summer and then you came back late last night…so?” Carol whispers, lowering her voice so Lori can't hear us.

I look around trying to figure out where the others are.

“What exactly do you want to know, Carol?”

“Oh let me think…maybe I want to know when you came back tonight.Or what did you do tonight”

Her bright sly eyes make the corner of my lips lift.

“Don't fantasize too much.We just talked”

Carol crosses her arms over her chest.

“Okay.You don't have to tell me about it.But something happened last night, with Shane I mean”

I jump when I hear his name.

Instinctively my eyes find Shane as he hobbles towards the old yellow Cherokee where Rick, Andrea and T-dog are talking to each other.

It seems his ankle isn't fully healed yet.

At the same time Daryl comes out of his tent.

The sun reflects off his crossbow strapped on his back.

Today he seems to be in a slightly better mood.

I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth.

I wonder if I'm the cause of the aforementioned good mood.

He walks with a sure step as he fastens the last buttons of his shirt, a shirt that clings to his statuesque body in a sinful way.

“Earth calls Summer”

In front of my eyes Carol is waving her hand, which I playfully push away.

“Yes, you certainly didn't do anything.Your dreamy look tells me something completely different" the woman teases me, making me giggle.

I look at Daryl one last time and then turn to her.

“No Carol, we didn't do anything.But that doesn't mean I wouldn't want it" I reply smiling and winking at her.

Carol giggles, nudging me lightly.

It's nice to have someone you can confide in and joke around with.

“But what about Shane?Why do I feel like you literally stopped Daryl from beating his ass yesterday?”

A shiver runs down my spine thinking back to last night.

If Daryl hadn't listened to me…I'm scared to imagine what would have happened.

Carol looks at me carefully with her big eyes, a feeling of concern and love on her face.

I glance towards Lori and my gesture does not go unnoticed by Carol who raises an eyebrow in response.

“I'll talk to you about it later, okay?”

She nods.

I can trust her.

And speaking of who I can trust, I haven't seen Glenn yet.

He and I definitely need to have a chat.

In front of the car Rick gestures, pointing to a map placed on the hood.

Today I won't sit idle, today I will give my help to Sophia's research.

“Carol, do you mind taking care of the chores today?”

“Sure” she replies without hesitation.

I thank her with a nod of my head moving away from her and towards the group of people in front of us.

“All right, everyone's getting new search grids today” Rick is saying when I reach them.

I stop next to Daryl, immediately catching his attention.

His bright blue eyes look down at me.

“Hey” he greets me embarrassed.

The tips of his ears are red.

I answer him with a brief smile.

His embarrassed gaze returns to Rick as I lower mine to my boots.

Here in the sunlight the weight of the words we said to each other last night, when the darkness protected us, seems to crush us.

Maybe he regretted having laid himself so bare in front of my eyes.

Or maybe he didn't really mean what he said.

When I look up Shane is staring at me, he looks at me as if he is annoyed by my presence.

As if he were bothered by my very existence.

I feel Daryl's body slide slightly in front of mine, his hand rests lightly on my hip, hiding me completely behind him.

This is his way of letting me know that he cares about me in some way and won't let anyone hurt me.

A slight smile curves my lips.

“If she made it as far as the farmhouse Daryl founds, she might have gone further east than we've been so far” continues Rick.

From behind Daryl's shoulder I can see Shane shake his head and walk away to sit in the passenger seat with his back to us.

I don't have time to investigate further his annoyed attitude that another voice attracts our attention.

It's Jimmy.

If I remember correctly he should be Beth's boyfriend.

“I'd like to help” begins the boy, approaching Rick.

“I know the area pretty well and stuff”

Rick nods.

“If Hersel agrees, we wouldn't mind having extra help”

His tired look makes me understand how much this man is fighting with all his strength not to collapse.

His heart and his head right now I'm sure are not pleasant places.

Great responsibilities rest on him.

His head and heart are full of worries and fears.

Fear for his son.

The burden of protecting his people.

The fear of never finding Sophia.

We all need to find that little girl, not just for Carol but for all of us.

She is our last chance to continue to have hope in this chaotic new world.

Jimmy nods.

“Yeah, yeah.He said I should ask you”

Rick thanks him with a nod and a small pat on his back.

If Rick agreed for Jimmy I'm sure he won't object to my decision to volunteer for the research.

I take a step forward joining Daryl side again.

“I want to help too, Rick”

The archer stiffens and he and Rick exchange a long look after which with a slight snort and an annoyed look Daryl nods.

“Ya can come with me” he grumbles without even looking at me.

Great.

I move nervously, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

I feel the blade of my knife stored in the waistband of my jeans rubbing against the skin of my back.

I can't decipher Daryl's reaction but I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me with him.

I admit that it hurts me but at least he accepted, does it mean something right?

“Okay.Like I said before we've got a lot of ground to cover so any help is welcome”

I'm about to thank Rick when Shane's annoying voice interrupts us.

“Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia to me.Anyone could have been holed up in that farmhouse”

Asshole I think, letting all the disappointment I feel for his words show through the expression on my face.

This man is heartless.

“Anybody includes her, right?” Andrea intervenes.

Daryl fidgets next to me.

I get close enough so that our arms touch.

He relaxes a little but doesn't look at me.

“Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high” Daryl says, indicating with his hand the height of a little girl.

“It's a good lead” I speak supporting his hypothesis.

“Maybe we'll pick up her trail again” adds Rick hopefully.

His crystalline gaze falls on his best friend as if he felt the need to have his approval but obviously the man ignores our words.

“No maybe about it.We're gonna borrow a horse, head up to this ridge righ' here, get a bird's-eye view of the whole grid.If she's up there, we'll spot her”

The confidence with which Daryl speaks while with his thick finger he points on the map sends my brain into a tailspin.

His dominant nature prevails over everyone here.

He doesn't speak for what if or hypotheses, he is certain of what he says.

He knows that he will find Sophia.

It's just a matter of time.

“Good idea” nods T-Dog.

“Maybe you'll see your chupacabra up there too” he adds with a chuckle.

I can't help myself and smile too.

I didn't think Daryl would be a guy who believes in such nonsense.

“Chupacabra?” Rick asks, raising both eyebrows skeptically.

Dale arrives behind us and places a bag on the hood of the car from which he begins to take out a rifle.

“You never heard this?” questions the man addressed to everyone.

“Our first night in camp” the old man begins to tell “Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time when he went squirrel hunting and he saw a chupacabra”

Jimmy and I laugh in unison, both getting a scowl from the man.

“What are ya braying at, jackass?” he grumbles at both of us.

I shake my head even more amused as Jimmy ventures a response.

“So you believe in a blood-sucking dog?” the boy teases him.

Daryl shifts in place, running a hand over his face.

“Do you believe dead people walking around?” he replies, silencing the boy.

Amused by the whole situation, I put my hand on his chest, giving him a playful pat.

“You have a point, Dixon” I chuckle.

He looks at me with stormy eyes but then he cracks a smile, shaking his head, making me weak on my knees.

He seems amused by my insolence.

Shane huffs like he's bored.

Each of us is trying to see the bright side in all this crap why the hell does he have to be such an asshole?

Suddenly I feel anger rising in my body, I can feel it boiling under my skin.

His threats.

His looks full of disgust.

His intolerance towards the others.

His indifference towards Sophia.

Lori.

All this mixed together creates a deadly mix inside my head.

Dale sees the change in emotions in me and before he can grab me by the arm I'm already gone.

With my mind clouded by anger I march towards Shane ignoring the various gasps of the others and once I reach him I stand in front of him crossing my arms over my chest.

“What is your problem?”

Shane, who was looking down at his hands, raises his gaze to meet mine.

At first he seems confused, then, realizing that I was addressing him, he narrows his icy gaze and, standing up, he towers over me.

We exchange glances full of hatred and resentment.

His nostrils flare menacingly.

“Do you really want to know, kid?” he mocks me.

This only increases my anger, I dig my nails into the palms of my hands to keep them at bay.

Right now I just want to punch that know-it-all fucking face of his.

“Take it easy man” Rick murmurs as he takes a few steps closer.

I keep my gaze straight on Shane's.

I'm not afraid of him.

And I want him to know this.

“Yes, I want to know.Because we're here, trying to find that poor little girl and you almost seem annoyed, like you don't care.You're acting like we're just wasting our time” I hiss, barely containing all my disgust.

I feel like I'm losing the last bit of my mental clarity now.

Shane laughs in response, a laugh full of mockery and malice.

“That's the point kid.There is no us.You are not part of this group.Who gives you permission to get involved, huh?”

His words hurt me but I don't give them importance.

I know what he's trying to do.

He wants to cut me off.

He wants to convince others that I don't belong here.

Shane takes another step towards me, our bodies almost touch and that's when a large body positions itself between us.

“Step back” Daryl's voice is low, menacing.

It almost sounds like an animal growl roaring from deep in his chest.

The two men challenge each other.

Neither of them lowers their gaze.

Neither of them step back.

“That's enough, son” Dale intervenes trying to calm things down.

Andrea grabs Jimmy's upper arm pulling him back, away from the two men who seem ready to jump at each other's throats at any moment.

Finally Shane takes a step back but his hostile gaze remains focused on the archer's.

“You know what man, I didn't think it was enough for you that a little girl let you smell some pussy to make you turn your back to your people.To your family.Is the promise of a few fucks really enough to make you lose your mind?"

His words make me blush violently.

Daryl's arm muscles tighten, his biceps swell dangerously, his hands curl into menacing fists.

He takes a step forward, pressing his forehead threateningly against Shane's.

“Be careful with words, man.I'm not the one who loses his mind over a pussy.Ya know what I mean, righ'?”

No, oh no.

It can't happen.

I try to tame my instincts and approaching Daryl's back I seek his hand with mine.

I grab his large closed fist which slowly and trembling loosens and intertwines with mine.

With a small tug I pull him back under the amazed gaze of those present.

Taming a man like Daryl Dixon is almost impossible but strangely I succeed every time.

It's as if I'm the only one who can penetrate the anger that clouds his mind.

Rick's gaze bounces between the two men in confusion.

Obviously he doesn't know what they're talking about and I tremble at the thought that he might catch the hidden allusion in Daryl's words.

Lori needs to stay out of this whole thing.

I have the duty to protect her.

To protect her secret.

Her baby.

"Let's go.It's not worth it" I whisper to the only man I really care about.

With extreme difficulty Daryl turns his back on Shane, looking down at our still intertwined fingers.

His body trembles and his eyes close.

The tension seems to fade as Dale takes a step in our direction and places a hand on Daryl's shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

“Yeah that's exactly what I mean!Get your bitch and get her out of here.This isn't her place”

The words shouted behind us by Shane trigger something in my head.

It's as if a blackout obscured all my rationality.

I see red.

The only thing I remember is letting go of Daryl's hand and lunging towards Shane with the handle of the knife gripped between my fingers.

A moment later Daryl's arms were wrapped around my waist.

I struggle trying to free myself, fighting against the incredible strength of the man behind me.

I grunt as nonsensical sounds leave my lips.

Guttural, almost animal sounds.

Shane doesn't step back at the sight of my knife, in fact he comes towards me as if he were ready to hit me back.

Rick steps in front of him, pressing both his hands on Shane's chest.

“C’mon Shane.Stop it!” he yells at him nervously.

“You're crazy!Let me tell you something bitch, sooner or later everyone will understand it and know they made a mistake welcoming you” Shane shouts trying to escape from the arms of Rick who is now behind him and holds him by the crooks of his elbows.

I try to free myself, shaking in the throes of pure madness.

I'm not afraid of him and if I have to use force to make him understand I won't back down.

The arms around my waist tighten more tightly.

Agitated steps sound behind me and after a few moments Glenn's face fills my entire field of vision.

“Summer” he murmurs in a worried tone, his big dark eyes darting towards the knife in my hand.

His hands are raised in my direction as if he was trying to disarm me.

Or as if he were afraid that I might hurt him.

This thought makes my anger subside.

“Calm down, Sunshine” the calm archer's voice vibrates in my ear, finally bringing me back to reality.

His arms are still wrapped around my waist as he lifts me just enough so my feet no longer touch the ground and drag me away.

I give up and stop struggling and, mortified, I look down when I meet Carol's worried eyes and Lori's panic-filled face.

Daryl moves quickly towards the stable and once we get there he sets me down making sure my feet are stable on the ground.

Remaining behind me, he continues to hold me, leaving only one arm to wrap around my waist while the other hand moves to rest in the crook of my elbow, sliding it along my arm until it reaches the hand that still holds the knife.

“Let it go, c'mon” he whispers extremely calmly.

My eyes rest on my hand tightened around the handle of the knife.

I watch his thick calloused fingers slip between mine, opening them gently.

The realization of my gesture hits me violently and the memory of what I have just done tightens my throat in a grip of shame and regret.

God, what have I done?

What will think of me the others?

Once the knife is no longer in my hands Daryl lets me go but my knees are shaking so much I can't stay upright.

I sag until I feel the hard ground beneath my knees.

In front of my eyes I see only Daryl's boots.

“Summer?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, hiding my face in my hands.

I want to be alone.

I need to cry.

“Summer?”

His voice again.

I shake my head violently remaining silent.

From where we are it is impossible to hear the others.

Who knows what they'll be saying about me now.

What if they were really considering the idea of sending me away?

After all, I couldn't blame them.

My behavior is unstable.

I am emotionally unstable.

I come from a reality unknown to them.

I lived under a particular leadership when I was with him and perhaps I am not ready for civil coexistence.

I'm not ready to live in a place where decisions are made together.

In the days following the end of the entire civilized world I learned to obey.

To don't reply.

This outburst of mine is only the result of my mental distress.

Maybe he was right after all.

Your place is here, next to me.I will give you the world Summer but you must obey me.

“Summer?”

His voice again but this time his warm and strong hands wrap around my wrists and with disarming ease he manages to move them away from my face.

I observe him, while bent on his knees, he scans my entire face with his wonderful blue eyes, perhaps searching for some flash of madness.

“That's ok” he murmurs.

I look down guiltily.

I feel embarrassed.

“I'm sorry” are the only words I can murmur while I try with all my strength to hold back the tears.

“Ya have nothing to be sorry about.Shane is a prick”

His words vibrate with anger, it's like he's trying to keep himself calm just so I don't lose my mind again.

Pulling away from his grip I get back to my feet.

Angry again.

But this time with myself.

My body trembles as I cross my arms over my chest.

I hate the idea of letting someone like Shane provoke me.

“It's ok, sunshine”

“Please Daryl!Can you…could you stop repeating that?”

Even though it wasn't my intention, the words come out in anger.

I can't stop them.

I can't stop.

“It's not ok!It is not!What Shane said…”

The words die in my throat.

I can't maintain eye contact with the man in front of me so I decide that maybe the best thing to do is look at the tip of my boots.

I can still hear Shane's voice echoing in my head.

I really do not belong here.

And then the allusions about me and Daryl.

I feel my face burning with shame.

“Since when do ya give importance to that idiot's words?” the archer asks me.

I close myself in my silence, continuing to keep my gaze lowered.

“Summer?”

His sweet plea is followed by his fingers which, with a light pressure on my chin, invites me to look up.

His eyes, shining like two mirrors of crystalline water, study my every little movement.

“Since when do ya care?” he asks again.

Do I really care what Shane thinks about me?

No, of course I don't give a damn what he says or thinks.

The real problem is that I care what other people think.

Because all I want is to be accepted for who I am, for how I am.

But there's more...

“I don't care but...but I care about what you think”

The corner of his lips lifts, a hint of a smirk.

“Ya know what I think”

Do I really know what he thinks?

What if he just saw the promise of some messing around in me?

Am I really so blinded by the hunger for love, by the desperate desire to feel accepted, that I don't understand who I really have in front of me?

Would Daryl really be capable of something like that?

But I just need to look at his face to understand that.

No, he's not like that.

His fingers still firm on my chin are delicate, gentle.

His fingers slowly move up my cheek, gently touching my cheekbone.

I close my eyes as a trembling sigh leaves my parted lips.

I know I can trust him.

On the heated skin of my face I feel Daryl's hands resting on my cheeks with disarming delicacy, his thumbs move back and forth caressing my sun-torn skin.

“Summer”

His breath crashes on my face with the power of a tsunami.

My knees tremble slightly and to support myself I grab his wrists, squeezing them with more force than would be humanly acceptable but he doesn't complain about it.

He gives me time to find the strength and put the pieces back together.

I slowly open my eyes again, aware of who is in front of me but totally unprepared for his proximity.

I don't think my heart will ever get used to him.

I breathe slowly trying to synchronize my breathing with him.

I succeed but as soon as he cracks a smile it's the end again...my heart starts racing all over again.

We remain still for moments that seem infinite.

The skin in contact with his touch seems to burn as if it were exposed to a living flame.

His eyes burn into mine with such intensity that I almost forget how to breathe.

I watch him as he inhales deeply and slowly lets me go.

He shakes his head, a barely perceptible movement, as if he's trying to free himself from some troublesome thought.

He turns his back on me, leaving me shaken and trembling.

My eyes remain focused on his back as he places the saddle on the horse and with an agile gesture mounts it.

Grabbing the reins, with a light touch of the heel on the animal's belly he encourages it to move closer to me.

“Be careful” I murmur with a dry mouth, my voice coming out in a trembling whisper.

His eyebrows raise in confusion and then without saying a word he reaches out his hand towards me.

“What?” I ask, not being able to understand what he wants from me.

"Ya come with me.Isn't that wha' you wanted?” he replies amused by the confusion on my face.

Does he really want me to go with him?

Even after what happened?

And the others?

Is Rick still okay with it?

I shift uncomfortably in place.

“I don't know if this is a good idea, Daryl” I murmur, bringing my index finger to my lips and nibbling at the tip.

Maybe it's best for me to stay here so I don't give Shane an excuse to pick on Daryl again.

The man shakes his head.

“Nope.No way.Ya will come with me.I won't leave ya here with Shane”

I shrug feigning indifference even though the thought of being alone with him scares me, all my courage seems to have evaporated completely.

But it is also true that Daryl cannot always be by my side and sooner or later I will have to clash with that man again.

“You can't protect me forever, you know that?” I say in defeat, accepting the hand he offers me but remaining still.

Wait a moment.

How the hell do I get on a horse?

“What's up now, pretty eyes?”

“How the hell am I supposed to get on this?” I ask laughing.

Daryl stares at me for a few moments, I'm unable to understand whether the situation irritates or amuses him and then...then for the first time I see him laugh.

Really laugh.

And my heart stops.

Literally.

If up until now I thought he was simply beautiful, now I have to change my mind.

Daryl laughing is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

His relaxed face, his eyes surrounded by many small wrinkles that I would kiss one by one.

“Ya such a city girl” he says, shaking his head with still a shadow of a smile on his lips.

“I'll take it as a compliment” I mutter trying to sound angry even though his cheerfulness infects me making me smile.

His grip around my fingers tightens.

“Put yer foot in the stirrup and give yourself a little push.I'll take care of the rest, okay?”

One moment.

In the position I am in I will find myself sitting in front of him.

I feel my face colouring with embarrassment.

“C'mon Summer”

“Yeah…I-I-I…ok” I stammer in response to his prodding.

I do as he tells me and after a moment I find myself astride the beautiful horse with Daryl behind me.

His broad chest presses against my back.

I feel a shiver run through my body.

I sink my hands into the soft mane trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart.

If I don't die at the hands of a damned walker I will certainly die because of my poor stressed heart.

Daryl's hands grab the reins and we finally set off.

We move away from the farm quickly, reaching the highest point from which we could have a better view of the area.

The slow and steady pace makes us sway so I try to stay as still as possible without rubbing too much against the archer's surprisingly welcoming body.

His breath on the back of my neck confuses my thoughts, often making me lose clarity.

His arms touch my hips in an almost hypnotic way.

So I try to focus all my thoughts on Sophia.

It's for her that I'm here.

I have to focus.

Everything seems calm around us.

No sign of walkers at the moment.

Only the rustling of leaves and the clatter of hooves on the ground.

I let my gaze wander everywhere trying to grasp even just the slightest detail that could lead us back to the little girl we are desperately looking for.

I snort impatiently.

"Wha' happens?"

Daryl's voice makes me jump.

I was so focused that for a moment I forgot who I was with.

“We've been wandering for a while now” I confess, letting defeat show in my voice.

“We just have to move forward.We'll find somethin'”

I nod at his words, returning to observe the river below us.

Suddenly my gaze is caught by a small object.

An object that shouldn't even be here.

“Daryl!Look!” I call him with an excited voice.

“Whoa” he exclaims.

The man pulls the reins towards himself, causing the horse's pace to stop.

“What?”

“Look over there!”

Here we are.

Maybe a clue.

I turn my head looking over my shoulder.

His gaze is focused on the point I am pointing to.

His head is tilted slightly to the side and his eyes are carefully scanning the bank of the river below and when he sees it too his eyes dilate in amazement.

“Shit!” he exclaims, immediately dismounting from the horse's back and grabbing a rope, tying it to the nearest tree.

“Let's go” he whispers, stretching his arms towards me to help me.

His hands grab my hips and I, holding on to his biceps, turn my torso in his direction, descending quickly.

His face grazes my breast as I descend, making me vibrate like a violin string.

I'm trying to regain some clarity, now is not the time to let myself be distracted like this.

Holding on to the trunks of the trees surrounding us, we quickly descend towards the river bank.

“Be careful” he murmurs and I nod in response.

Daryl is the first to reach our destination.

"What is this?" I ask reaching him and peeking from behind his arm.

Daryl leans forward, grabbing what appears to be a rag doll.

“Is it Sophia's?” I ask with a heart full of hope.

Please God let it be Sophia's.

The archer nods slightly, turning his face in my direction.

I can't help but smile brightly.

Thanks God!

Daryl looks around scanning the entire area.

I mimic his gestures.

“Sophia!” I scream followed immediately by him.

If she made it this far there's a big chance she's still alive.

Poor little girl, she will be terrified.

I think back to when I was alone, lost in these woods.

Instinctively my eyes fill with tears.

Behind me I hear Daryl's heavy footsteps approaching me.

“Let's go!She can't be far away” he says grabbing my hand.

Together we return to the horse and resume our search.

My heart beats wildly, the emotion of finally being so close to Sophia gives me a sweet sensation that I haven't felt for a long time.

Hope.

Birds squawk in front of us, making the horse nervous.

“Whoa.Easy, easy” Daryl gently hushes the horse.

I hold on tightly to the saddle to keep my balance.

“Sophia!” I call again but the little girl's name dies in my throat.

Suddenly the horse whinnies and fidgets nervously.

It seems that something has frightened the horse causing it to step back dangerously.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” Daryl mutters under his breath as he grips and pulls the reins hard.

But in vain.

The horse rears up on its legs, throwing us violently.

Everything happens quickly.

Daryl falls, dragging me with him.

We both roll to the ground and fall down the cliff.

I can't understand anything.

All I feel is my head hitting something fucking hard.

On impact I bite my tongue between my teeth, blood filling my mouth as my vision blurs.

My fall stops and I find myself inside the river.

Wet and panting, I remain still, trying to catch my breath and waiting for my vision to return to normal.

Not far from me I can hear grunts of pain.

Daryl.

Slowly I get on all fours and with my vision still blurry I look for my partner.

I spit out the blood that continues to pour from my mouth, putting my hand to my forehead.

When I look at my fingers they are covered in blood.

Damn.

I'll think about it later.

Now I have to make sure Daryl is okay.

Trembling and scared I try to get back on my feet, my knees are shaking but I can't stop.

Not now.

A few steps away from me Daryl is dragging himself towards the riverbank.

He looks hurt.

The water around him is turning a worryingly intense crimson.

He is injured.

Suddenly I no longer feel any pain, any fear.

I'm only focused on him.

Every bit of my strength is concentrated in my muscles, thus finding the strength necessary to support the man.

Daryl lies on his back with his hands pressed to the left side of his body.

An arrow comes out of his side.

I feel panic crawling in my stomach but I force myself not to freak out, I can't let fear take over me.

I have to help him.

“Hey!Hey!Hey!” I cough, spitting out a few drops of blood.

My hands roam frantically over his face.

His features are contorted in a grimace of pain.

“It's going to be okay, Daryl.I'm here” I whine running a hand over his face.

The blood that continues to flow from the wound on my forehead prevents me from seeing clearly.

“Ya good?” the man pants, touching my wounded forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“Ya are bleeding”

I shake my head vigorously dismissing his concern for me.

“Forget about it.Now we have to think about getting out of this mess, okay?”

My voice trembles even though I forced myself to remain calm.

I must be strong.

I have to do it for him.

“You have already taken care of me.Now it's my turn to save your ass” I giggle through the tears.

I can't let anything happen to him.

Not to him.

Not Daryl.

I help him sit down again.

He's bleeding too much.

I take off my shirt, tearing off one end and tying the rest around my waist.

The tank top I'm wearing is soaked in water and the light breeze blowing on the riverbank makes me shiver.

“This is going to hurt” I warn him, wrapping the piece of cloth around his waist.

He nods, clenching his jaw and with all my strength I pull, knotting the fabric around his body.

Daryl hisses.

“I know, I know.I'm sorry”

Tears mix with blood.

“I'm so sorry” I repeat, sniffling.

Daryl brings a hand to my upper arm, squeezing it weakly.

“It's ok.Everythin' will be fine” he grunts trying to reassure me.

I nod energetically even as a sob violently shakes my chest.

Our gazes meet, linking each other.

“I know, I know” I whine.

My bloody hands cup his face and for no logical reason I place my lips on his.

It's a short contact.

Just a few moments.

His soft, wet lips are still against mine.

I pull his face away from me finding his eyes wide open.

“I won't let you die.I won't allow it” I state with absolute conviction.

I'll die trying if I have to.

Daryl won't die.

Even though my head is spinning I stand up again trying to think of a way to get us out of this mess.

We have to get back to the farm.

And quickly.

I grab a stick not far from my feet and bending down on my knees again I offer it to the archer.

“Ok, now you have to get back on your feet.Do you think you can do it?”

His blue eyes stare at me intently.

I know what he's thinking.

It's the same thought I'm trying to repress with all my strength.

The kiss.

Maybe I did it to console him.

Or maybe because I needed to be reassured.

Why the hell I did it, I don't even know...and I don't intend to think about it at the moment.

It was irrational, I know, but I couldn't contain myself.

With extreme caution Daryl grabs the stick and with my support he finally gets up.

I wrap my arm around his hips being careful not to touch the injured side.

A rustling in the bushes attracts our attention.

I try to sharpen my hearing to understand if it is a threat.

“Ma’ crossbow”

“I'll take care of it” I immediately interrupt him by letting go of my grip on him and immersing myself in the water.

The water's river laps my body up to my waist while I feel the bottom with my hands to find the weapon.

After a few minutes I feel the object of my search between my fingers and with great difficulty I bring it back to the shore.

This gives me proof of the unprecedented strength of this man.

This thing weighs a lot.

With a nod of my head I indicate the cliff, carefully and with considerable effort placing the crossbow on my back.

“We have to use the roots and trunks as handholds, okay?” I suggest staying at his side and paying every bit of attention to his movements.

Daryl seems to think about it for a few moments then nods.

Our heavy breaths accompany our every step.

I focus my attention on Daryl, on his pale face.

I am afraid.

With every grunt from him my heart skips a beat.

One step after another we reach the halfway point.

I'm a few steps ahead.

“Come on Daryl, we're halfway.Hold on" I pant, turning slightly towards him who stopped I think to catch his breath.

I watch him as with a big sigh he lifts himself up again, grabbing a root in his hands but suddenly his feet slip, losing his grip on the ground.

I watch him helplessly and horrified as he falls again.

No.

No, no, no.

Being careful not to slip, I also quickly go down, reaching him.

I kneel next to him, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Daryl!Daryl!” I shake him hard but his eyes don't open.

Shit!

I free myself from the weight of the crossbow by placing it next to his body and I place my ear on his chest, even if it is faint I can perceive his heartbeat.

I look around lost and scared.

I could go back to the farm to get help but the mere thought of leaving him alone and defenseless makes me shudder.

No.

I have to find another solution.

I look at his wound which, despite my clumsy bandaging, continues to bleed.

His eyes move quickly under his closed eyelids and distorted, slurred words that I can't make out come from his lips.

It's like he's talking to someone.

I have no other choice, the situation is getting worse by the minute.

I have to take out the arrow and bandage him up properly.

I take a deep breath and grab the arrow with both hands and start pulling with all my strength.

At first Daryl remains still but then his barely audible moans turn into an actual scream.

He wiggles his hands trying to push me away, I move backwards and away from his hands while continuing to pull.

I pull until the arrow comes out of his body with a sloppy pop, knocking me onto my back in the water.

Daryl complains, coughing violently, and when I lift my head to make sure he's okay I see a walker coming towards us.

I try to grab my knife but immediately remember I don't have it with me.

It must have remained in Daryl's possession after he slipped it out of my hand back at the farm.

The archer is still lying on the ground so I'll have to take care of it.

I sit up, with slow and uncoordinated movements I grab a sharp stone and wait for him to come closer.

The walker limps closer until he reaches my feet where he bends forward to try to grab my ankle.

I bend my knee towards my chest and with all my strength I drive the sole of my boot into the center of his chest sending him to the ground.

Quickly I get up and position myself astride him, I hit him straight in the head with the stone I had found shortly before.

I hit him until his skull cracks under my fury.

I pant heavily as I drop my improvised weapon but a moment later something falls on me.

I find myself immersed in the water with another walker's jaw a few inches from my face.

I didn't even hear him coming.

I put my arm between us, pressing it against his throat, keeping him from reaching my face.

His breath, which smells of death, makes me retch a little.

His face is grey, one of his eye sockets is empty revealing his putrid interior to me.

His teeth click convulsively as he bites the air waiting to grasp my flesh.

I have nothing to defend myself with.

If I let go of him I'll end up getting bitten.

My arms begin to give out, I feel my strength fading.

I try desperately to push him away by pressing my head back to avoid his rotten teeth.

Then a hiss cutting the air and the tip of an arrow coming out of the walker's forehead.

His rotten body falls heavy onto mine finally giving me the chance to push him and roll away.

I find myself on all fours when two hands grab me by the shoulders.

I struggle screaming until I hear his voice.

“It's me.It's me.It's over” Daryl gasps as he helps me up.

Instinctively I hug him, burying my head in his chest.

His hands caress my back reassuringly.

“Ya good?” he asks me worried.

In response I nod, rubbing my face on his broad chest, losing myself in the warmth of his embrace.

Daryl grabs me by the shoulders, moving me away from his body, his hands lift to my face, wandering over it, brushing my hair aside and then moving down towards my arms, perhaps looking for some wound or bite.

“How are you?I'm sorry about the arrow” I whisper, feeling guilty for causing him more pain by removing the arrow from his body.

"It's a bolt. Not an arrow” he smiles weakly.

I grab his hands, thus interrupting his search all over my body.

He looks horrible, even though he is covered in blood and mud, the paleness on his face is too visible.

We need to find help.

I grab what's left of my shirt and make another bandage for his wound, then I grab his crossbow again and place it on my back.

He is too weak and I can't let him waste his strength.

Daryl's eyes don't leave me even for a moment, following my every gesture.

“Let's go” I tell him softly, wrapping my arm around his waist again and putting his weight on my side.

Slowly we start climbing the cliff again until we reach the top sweaty and exhausted.

“Rest for a moment” I pant, resting my shoulder against a tree without ever letting go of my grip on him.

“Why didn't ya leave me here?Ya could have run away”

My head snapped in his direction so violently that for a moment I thought my neck might break.

Daryl looks down.

I snort impatiently looking at the beautiful profile of the archer.

His eyes immediately find mine, intrigued by my reaction.

“I will take you to the farm even if it is the last thing I do in my life”

“Why?”

“Don't be ridiculous, please.Now save your breath and move your ass.We have a long journey ahead of us"

I smile at him trying to reassure him.

Why the hell does he think these things?

Does he really think I could ever leave him here to die?

In silence and with a shuffling step we start to walk.

“Thanks” Daryl murmurs after a while.

I smile shaking my head.

“You don't have to thank me for anything.I...I care about you.And I'll have your back forever.I want you to know this”

Embarrassed I look for his gaze.

His eyes, the same shade as the summer sky, stare at me in disbelief.

I feel the urgent need to reassure him.

It's absurd that a rough and brave man like him needs reassurance.

“I'm deadly serious.I always have your back”

Daryl nods as if he's fighting his own mind.

“I will always have yer back too, pretty eyes”

I raise a corner of my lips trying to contain the explosion of joy that his words bring to me.

The sun is behind us when in the distance we can make out the outlines of the farm.

I'm so happy I could cry.

I am tired.

My head is pounding.

The crossbow strap cuts into the skin of my neck.

And as much as Daryl tries not to weigh too much on me, I can barely hold him up anymore.

Dragging ourselves for the last steps we see someone running towards us.

Thank God!

Finally someone who can help us.

“Hold on Daryl” I reassure him, tightening my grip around his waist and putting his weight on my hip once again.

The archer grunts, his head almost lolling on his chest and Sophia's doll clutched in one hand.

I didn't even realize he still had it until we got back on the trail.

The first to reach us is Rick, followed by Shane, T-dog and Glenn.

I suddenly stop walking, struck by the officer's weird gesture.

I let go of Daryl and stand protectively in front of his body.

Rick is pointing his gun at us.

“They're Daryl and Summer” Glenn exclaims.

His eyes scan me from head to toe, a worried frown creases his gentle face.

Daryl raises an arm, pointing a finger at Rick.

“That's the third time ya've pointed tha' thin' at my head.Ya gonna pull the trigger or wha'?”

Rick lowers his gun with a half smile on his face as everyone else relaxes.

Glenn rests his hands on his knees sighing in relief.

We exchange a smile.

I turn away from the others to reach Daryl's side and help him take the last steps towards our safety.

But all of a sudden something hits me.

A searing pain takes my breath away, causing me to collapse to my knees.

It's like a deja vu.

Me arriving at the farm, kneeling in front of Daryl.

I put my hand to my right collarbone and when I look down all I see is blood.

Behind me I hear the confused shouts of Rick and Glenn.

I look up in front of me away from all that blood.

The first thing I see is Daryl's face.

His big blue eyes are wide and full of horror.

“Daryl”

Mine is a strangled whisper.

In my head I see everything going in slow motion.

The blood.

Daryl's eyes.

And then the pain.

A pain so fierce that it forced me onto all fours.

When I open my eyes again I am lying on the ground and my head lies on the archer's lap.

His arms hold me against his body.

“Stay with me, sunshine.Stay with me”

His voice is full of panic.

I would like to talk.

Tell him something.

Tell him I would do anything in the world to stay here with him.

I am also willing to fight against this pain that takes my breath away.

But the words don't come out.

I look up and Shane's face is right in front of mine, his arms are stretched out towards me as if he wants to take me into his arms.

I know he has no bad intentions but I squirm impercelessly.

Daryl tightens his grip on me, pushing Shane away roughly.

“Don't fuckin' touch her” he shouts with anger.

Shane raises his hands in front of him in surrender, looking worriedly over his shoulder.

I feel like I'm about to lose consciousness.

“Daryl” I murmur scared.

Rick approaches us.

“Brother you have to let her go.I'll take care of her.We need to get her to Hersel right away.Trust me” the former officer speaks slowly without however managing to hide his agitated look.

Daryl nods slightly as he loosens his grip on my body.

Rick scoops me in his arms.

Other voices add to the chaos around me but now I can no longer understand who them belong to.

I only hear Rick's voice whispering encouraging words in my ear.

“Hold on Summer.Please.Please don't die”

And then the darkness.

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[mishwanders]

I’m so sorry to overwork you with three requests back to back

But like…

Time wearing the Gerudo Vai set????

Please?????

You don’t have to though

If you need a break, take one by all means

But like

I would be frothing at the mouth

*thinks about sending this ask*

THE BARBARIAN SET

TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET TIME IN THE BARBARIAN SET

So…no vai set unless that’d be easier for you

But like…Time in the Barbarian set

*insert flappy hand image*

You’re completely fine! Keeping my brain busy rn with the request lol. ALSO YOUR MIND?! SO BIG BRAINED! Now I have to force the entire chain + the triplets (Wild, Sage, Cal) into a fashion show with reader, Malon, and Ravio as the outfit choosers!

A/N+Warnings: safe for everyone. We are gettin’ silly with this one. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

How in Hylia’s name did you convince the entire Chain to do a fashion show in Times living room? Truly, it baffled Time how much power you held over them with just a simple pout and puppy dog eyes (not to mention Malon was also helping you with that - make him extra weak to BOTH of you. Ravio not so much, but the Vet seemed to cave for him). He and the others caved quickly from the look on you threes faces to say the least.

Between Wild and his new found counterpart, Sage, they had more than enough outfits to go around for each of the Chain. You, Malon, and Ravio we’re going through the pile of the clothes, tossing them to each person, matching up the outfits you all thought suited them best. Time shook his head as you looked up at him from the floor, that mischievous plotting grin on your lips made him realize he was in for trouble.

“You’re wearing this!” You shouted, tossing him what looked like a set of Vai clothes from the Gerudo.

“And this!” Malon said, tossing something else at him that seemed a bit heavier even if there was little clothing. The skull head piece definitely added to the weight of it.

Time looked at you both in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh what’s wrong old man, too cucco?” Sage asked with a sly grin.

Oh no. He was not going to let the new Link call him a cucco. Not by a longshot. He huffed at his response. “No, I just don’t want to rip this nice fabric of yours and Wilds.”

Wild shrugged. “I think you’re fine, they haven’t ripped yet and I’ve fought Lynels in those!”

Cal’s eyes widened at the mere thought of his counter part wearing little-to-no armor against a Lynel of all things. “You WHAT?!”

“Don’t worry, we deal with much worse in the future.” Sage commented.

That made Wild’s head turn on a swivel. “We DO?!”

While the triplets were in their own little world, Time felt your hands pushing against his chest, trying to get him to move towards the stairs. “The others are almost done changing, now go! Get ready!”

“Alright, alright, I’m going, I’m going.” He chuckled.

Time made his way up the stairs to change, finding some of the others already dressed in the armor sets. Wars had dawned on the “ancient armor” as Wild called it - some reminiscent of those guardians he and Cal had discussed on length about. Sky was wearing the Snowquil set, happy as can be to be wearing something reminiscent of a bird, and Twilight was wear the Mining set, one that looked almost as heavy as Times armor.

“So which one did they give you?” Legend ask, coming out from behind the closet wearing the Zora armor.

Time held up the Vai pants, to which the other snickered.

“Get your laughs out now.” Time said, removing his own clothes and getting dressed into the Vai ones. “At least I make the clothes look good.”

Warriors shakes his head with a chuckle. “If there was one thing you were never short on, it’s confidence.”

“And height.” Time added, placing hair up in the golden tie.

There was a knock at the door before it opened, Four came in wear the Voe outfit, Hyrule with the Flamebreaker, and Wind with the climbing gear. Four looked around at them all and waved them all to come out. “Come on, they’re ready for us!”

The Chain filled out of the room into the hall, each one taking their walk (or rather, strut) down the steps to the lower floor. There was a series of cheers, ohs, ahs, and laughs as each one made their way down, striking different poses. The triplets even went down in an interesting series of fits that reminded Time of those dragons in Wild’s realm. Wild was wearing the blue Frostbite one, Cal in the red Ember one, and Sage in the green Charged one. When it grew to Time’s turn, he went down with Four, both of them striking a pose in their Gerudo outfits. Seeing the look of glee on your face as you snapped a photo of it and the pleasantly surprised one of Malon’s made it all feel worth it.

“Okay, now, OUTFIT NUMBER TWO!” Ravio spoke up. “Go back upstairs, you’ve got 5 minutes to change!”

The fact that they were all set on an imaginary time limit caused them all to rush back upstairs to their clothes to change. Time was quick to change out of his and into the Barbarian one, but he knew he was going to falter with the body paint. There was only one thing he could do to make sure it was on before their limit was up.

He needed to ask for help.

Time strolled down the stairs with the purple paint and paint brush in hand. You and Malon both turned at the sudden sound of his footsteps, looking at him with wide grins at his new outfit.

“Could you help with the body paint? I don’t know where it all goes.” He stated, swallowing what pride he might have contained.

You ran back up the stairs, grabbing the Purah Pad form Sage. Malon took the paint and began to paint the marks on him once you got a picture pulled up. Time felt his face turn Ruby red as you and Malon both meticulously worked around his body like this and he could have swore he heard the snap of the Sheikah slate from somewhere amidst the room (most likely Ravio - Time knew he was going to have to beg Wild to remove that evidence somehow). Regardless, it didn’t seem like you or Malon noticed the way you both had him flushed hotter than a Goron spring in his attempt to contain his embarrassment under this situation. But you two worked fast and thankfully the paint dried easily. As you two stepped back, admiring your work (and him), you both nodded in approval, praising how good it looked.

“You do look good!” Ravio spoke up.

Time did a double take. Did Ravio really just say that?!

“What are you wearing?!” Wars voice came from the stairs and Time could have swore he heard the click of high heels -

Time turned around to face him, seeing him dressed up in a pink wing that covered his eyes with a tall mushroom hat that almost hit the ceiling, along with varying other pieces of clothing. Time laughed at how absurd the captain looked. “What am I wearing?! What are you wearing?!”

“It’s called fashion.” Sage countered, coming down in his ancient knights outfit.

“Yes, yes, you all look good - but now we got reveal time, so go back up stairs and get in your positions!”

The chain did as you instructed, each one other in a single file line this time. Here was the line up: Twilight in the Zonait armor; Warriors strutting in his CeCe’s amalgamation; Sky in the Glide, flapping his wings happily like a bird; Wild sneaking in with the Sheikah stealth armor; Sage of course in his ancient knights outfit; Cal wearing his fancy lad royal guard outfit (one he was very comfortable in); Legend in the Mystic outfit, feeling reminiscent of his magical rabbit form; Hyrule and Wind both bumping into each other because they were unable to see with the Depths and Phantom armor on; Four crawling on the ceiling wearing the Frogfy fit, and finally, Time in the Barbarian armor.

Needless to say, the room was full of cheers and laughs as they all witnessed each pose and outfit.

To say the night stopped there - well, it didn’t.

After the little fashion show, some of the others switched their outfits to their favorite ones and took to the back of Lon Lon Ranch, resting out the abilities of each one. Things might have gotten a little destructive - no animals or buildings were harmed in the making of said destruction - but there is now a permanent crater in the back of Lon Lon Ranch, one that Time intended to fill with water and fish later.

It was an entertaining night to say the least. But hey, at least everyone got to relax for once.

It was fun.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #lu time x reader #sorry if there are typos #ALSO MY BRAIN FOG MESSED ME UP #I got my voe and vai fits backwards and tried to fix it lmao #writing: time #sfe

[blue-jisungs]

hey alexa ! congrats on 3k 🫶 (i love ur works i literally read them all) for ur event i would like to request prompt 1 & 46 with action 7 from list 2 , take care and stay safe 🥰

“bite me!”

a/n. i started writing it before new year’s eve that’s why the convo lol!

you have last chance to request for my ask game! :D it’s ending tomorrow!!

warnings. blood mention, a dog bite (?)

“guys, jun’s here!” chan announced, huge smile on his face and a couple of head peeked from around the corner whilst the others looked at you, trying to read your face.

once he hung his jacket and took off the shoes, chan lead him to the living room where the rest of you was. and you. you was here too. well, obviously… you hosted the dinner after all.

“hi everyone” he smiled and felt something poking against your leg “…and hi y/n”

now, it’s not like jun and you hate each other. quite the contrary, you are dating.

but before that happened you did, in fact, hate the other one. it was a stupid reason really, you just didn’t click at the beginning and the fact that you accidentally broke his phone didn’t help in you two getting along. but hey, now you’re laughing at that.

the thing is that no one knows about your relationship. what’s more, they think you still hate each other.

what brings you to now, jun acting so coldly towards you. and vice versa.

you looked down and noticed your dog looking at you, waving her tail happily. you petted her, ignoring him. or trying to because holy cow, he looked adorable in that beige turtle neck.

“i thought you wouldn’t be able to make it?” jeonghan asked, tilting his head.

“yeah i thought so too. don’t get your hopes too high up, y/n, i’m only here for the dog” jun shrugged and sat down next to minghao.

now, obviously, minghao figured out that there’s something going on between you two. he absolutely loved it but also respected your decision about keeping it private for now.

“mhm” he hummed and nudged his arm with a sly smile. jun shook his head, confused reaction on his face.

“whatever” you scoffed, leaning back against the sofa. your dog circled around your leg and – probably because she already was familiar with jun – came up to him.

“anyways… we were talking about the new year’s eve. where to host it and all” seungkwan cleared his throat upon seeing you two exchanging cold stares. coups noticed that too and just scoffed, earning a flick on in the neck from you.

“and?” jun asked, petting [dog name].

“my place. and then we were going to discuss who’s bringing what” soonyoung said. you moved your gaze towards him, nodding.

“well can’t we just order food?” jeonghan shrugged, aiming for the tangerine that was in the bowl.

“yeah, it would be more convenient. i can bring some games by the way!” chan declared “i’m not playing uno though, you all cheat”

“you’re just bad at it” dokyeom laughed loudly, startling the dog. jun frowned upon [dog name]’s reaction.

“chan, seriously. how can you be that bad at uno?” jihoon spoke up suddenly, causing everyone to let out a laugh too.

suddenly you heard a loud hiss followed by muffled curse.

“wait what happened?” vernon asked, using the opportunity of everyone’s distraction to steal jeonghan’s (now peeled) tangerine.

“she bit me!” jun huffed, more surprised at that fact than the way his hand was hurt.

“i think she got scared and you just happened to be nearby” mingyu noticed. you nodded, cheol too. you might not be a dog expert but the other guys know a bit about dogs too so maybe they were right.

“jun you’re bleeding” wonwoo noticed.

you got up from the couch. his eyes widened, only now noticing that blood - in fact - is dripping down his hand. you walked up to him, sighing and helping him stand up.

“shit, wait… i’ll patch you up, okay?” you whispered, taking his other hand. then you let it go suddenly, looking at your friends and clearing your throat “we’ll be back in a minute”

jun followed you to the kitchen that have you two some space alone. the second you were out of their sight, you pushed him against the top counter.

“slow down, angel” junhui chuckled and you just sent him a death glare, rushing to get the first aid kit.

“shut up, idiot. and clean the wound” you mumbled, standing on your tippy toes to reach it. your boyfriend listened to you, running cold water over his injury.

“admit it, you got scared” he smiled slyly, causing you to punch his arm. then you tried again to reach the kit but only managed to brush your fingers against it.

jun let out a dramatic sigh and stood behind you, his chest pressed to your back as he grabbed the item. handing it painfully slowly to you and looking you in the eye, he smirked.

“you’re unbelievable” you snatched it and pointed at the countertop. he sighed, sitting on it.

“but you love me” jun singsonged and you rolled your eyes. as you worked your way on the bite wound, he was observing your face.

“i do, sadly” you huffed.

“i missed you” jun whispered and fixed a stray strand of your hair that got in your way. you halted your movements and looked up at him with a soft smile.

“i missed you too. it’s been a whole week since we had a moment like that for each other” you pouted. jun moved his other hand and cupped your cheek, leaning closer (and slightly down) brushing his lips against yours.

“i know, angel. i promise you it will change soon” he whispered and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips.

you barely managed to kiss him back when you heard footsteps. you pushed him away, turning around to find something to do.

jun grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer again, putting a bandage in your hand. you started wrapping it around his wound, trying to focus.

“here you are. is everything okay?” you heard joshua’s voice filled with concern.

“except the nurse everything is alright” jun grinned.

“bite me!” you grunted and your eyes widened upon realising that you - in panic - bandaged his healthy hand. joshua just shook his head, noticing jun’s reddening neck.

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[historicfailure]

Love Notes - How bad at flirting can you be?

2nd chapter: He just gets worse

You just wanted to keep your head down. You really did. Unfortunately, Kakashi's mere presence makes your blood boil; though, his actions are even more infuriating.

Hey there ^^

Second chapter, and I'm really happy how the first chapter worked out. Let's see if you guys like the second chapter as much as the first one :D

~ X ~

The notes continued, after you pinned a bright green stick-note to the upper rim of the monitor, making sure that everyone passing by could see it. You even drew a little smiley in the middle of it. When you left, you gave your note an encouraging nod. The next day, the note was gone, replaced by another, innocent note with a few more encouraging words which made you smile into your hands, before you looked around to see if you would catch someone in the act of watching you.

No one was even looking into your vague direction, too busy doing their assigned tasks.

Over the weeks following, you had lots of time to assemble a little pile of beautifully written, carefully folded and nicely worded small letters. You kept all of them in the small box in your desk, secured and only opened when you added the latest one. These messages of positivity, shy compliments and sometimes even little doodles oozed some kind of old charm to you. The writer obviously didn’t want to tell you his identity, and as far as you were concerned, you had no idea if he even hinted at it either. Too new, too inexperienced on inside jokes between the older colleagues. Sometimes, the notes were just a sentence long, a simple compliment to your work or wishing you a good day. Sometimes, they would be longer, describing little habits of yours and becoming nearly poetical in their compliments which would’ve been creepy if you hadn’t given the writer permission to send you further notes and if the compliments weren’t always borderline cute and innocent, never distasteful or bordering on crude.

On really special days, you would open a note and find a little drawing doodled on the paper. Mostly different dogs in funny little vests, sometimes flowers, and sometimes even rough sketches of people around the office in different poses. These were your favorite. The doodles, despite looking rough and like they were done in great haste, had a distinctive style and beauty to them.

While your bond with the secret note-writer grew and blossomed, the relationship with the goddamn arrogant bastard (a personal favorite of yours when you complained about his newest idiocy to Anko, Kurenai and Shizune) worsened and the already hard feelings between the two of you only seemed to harden with every argument. Your compilations of information on other marketing bureaus, reports, files, past campaigns you worked on, every little bit and piece of work you ever had done, Hatake seemed to know about and use it to get on your nerves, criticizing and making sly remarks at every opportunity he got. Sometimes, you even had the feeling he went out of his way to be a massive, annoying inconvenience especially for you when it came to your workload, but you couldn’t believe Kakashi would really sabotage any work-related tasks. Not even he would stoop that low, and you also had the feeling that the bastard respected Minato too, more than to actually mess with any of your files. He just criticized them, plucked them apart bit by bit, until you second-guessed yourself more than actually doing what you were paid for.

You hated Kakashi even more for that.

Not only that, though. No, that would’ve been too easy for the massive pain in your ass (a close second insult).

~ X ~

Every good office had this one room. This one room, praised and frequently visited by every person on the same floor and, sometimes, even several floors. Often small enough to not fit more than four or five people inside, but big enough to have a little kitchen counter, a microwave and the holiest grail: the coffee machine.

At Konohagakure Marketing, the coffee machine was an old and clunky thing. On a regular basis, the monstrosity would spit hot water while brewing a new can of coffee, the sounds the thing omitted in general could be described as ‘devilish’ and ‘unearthly’, and whoever had the misfortune to have to clean the coffee machine when it wouldn’t budge nor move (mostly happening in the afternoon, when it already had a few hours of work on its back), would have to deal with some kind of unidentifiable grease and coffee grounds stuck to their hands. Of course, that meant no one exactly wanted to deal with that particular task. Eventually, though, when the coffee wouldn’t flow anymore, it had to be done.

When you stumbled a few days after the headbutting with Kakashi into the small coffee corner, you prayed to the heavens that there was still enough coffee left. Cleaning the monster would take some time; time you definitely didn’t have today.

Luckily, there was still enough coffee left for approximately two more cups. Unfortunately, when you stepped into the room, someone else was already in there, a coffee can in one hand and one cup in the other.

“Hey.” Your smile couldn’t have fooled the blindest of blind people, and surely not Kakashi. He didn’t seem to mind, throwing an unworried, undisturbed smile back at you.

“Hello there. Also on the hunt for coffee?”

“Yeah.” The kitchen cabinets were almost overloaded with porcelain in different states. Most cups were just boring; white and with the stylized leaf of the office printed on one side. There were a few personal cups, though, and hell was raised if anyone else, but the owners of these cups were spotted using them. Quickly, you angled yours out of the cabinet, a huge and bright-red cup with white polka dots printed all over the surface.

Someone had moved your cup, though. Usually, you kept your cup on the lowest shelf of the cupboard, comfortably in your reach. Today, someone seemed to deeply hate you, placing the cup on the highest shelf and even pushing it a bit back. From your position, you could barely make out the edges.

You could feel Kakashi’s amusement in your back as you stared full of deserved hatred upwards, at the porcelain so far out of your reach that it also could be on another planet. Alright, that was a bit far-fetched, but still.

“Need a hand?” he asked.

Help? From him? Before you could control yourself, you snorted. “Thanks, but no, thanks.”

Kakashi shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You could hear his smug grin even over the pouring of coffee into porcelain. Like every so often, whenever he even looked into your direction, your eyes would automatically roll into the back of your head. Damn, you really couldn’t believe you used to look up to him. Sure, his work was without a doubt marvelous and praise-worthy, but all in all, humanly speaking, Hatake was just one of millions of douchebags. Nothing worthy to be sad and hung up over.

Fine. Fine. You would get your mug. No problem.

Thankfully, you wore a pair of jeans today. This would’ve been even more embarrassing with a skirt or dress. Like you had done so every single day of your life, you swung your knee onto the kitchen counter. One testing jump, then the other knee followed. Instantly, your head was at the same level as the highest shelf. From there on, it was child’s play to get your mug and safely slip down to stand again full of triumphant satisfaction in front of the pain in your neck.

“Impressive.” Hatake’s voice was just as impassive as always. “Now, a sideways flick-flack with a screw-landing backwards.”

“I’m still working for a marketing company, not for a circus.”

“Strange. You look like a clown to me.”

How dare he-! Biting heat swirled through your stomach, rose into your chest and up into your head. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, drowning everything else out. How dare he insulted you like this! That was it, he couldn’t insult you like that and not expect you to run to Minato like…

Like a schoolgirl running to the teacher and snitching on her classmates.

As the new one, that wouldn’t shine a good light on you. Not a team player, you heard a mock-version of Minato’s voice say, deep in the back of your mind, not able to take a little jest.

Minato would never say that. He would take an official complaint seriously, even when it would come from you. However, the doubt was planted in your brain. Like that, you just gripped the handle of your cup tighter, tensing your jaw until you could nearly feel your teeth crack.

Hatake raised a single eyebrow, lazy in his execution and mocking in his expression. “Nothing to say? How disappointing.”

Before you could retort something, anything would be great, he stepped into your personal space. No preamble or warning. Just an invasion, straight up, unbothered by the close contact. Damn, his chest was nearly molded to yours! How could he do that without an inkling of shame or embarrassment?

Instinctively, you drew your shoulders upwards, cupping the mug close to your chest. Hell, his legs were softly pressing against your upper thighs, the rims of his hoodie were falling around your body! Was he doing that to ruffle your feathers? To unnerve you?

Well, if that is his intention, then it’s fucking working!

With wide eyes, you only stare at Hatake, how he reached upwards, behind your head. Caught between the kitchen counter and the man, you couldn’t escape, only look up at the neckline of his dark V-shirt, the long, pale neck, the sharp jaw, the little dark spot just below his mouth… All of that was so close, pleasantly accompanied by the warm, slightly sharp, slightly sweet scent of some kind of deodorant and natural smell.

Suddenly, he looked down, little creases around his eyes, amusement curling his lips into the sliver of a smile. “Is that here a problem?”

You could only shake your head in a terribly weak manner (only later, you would realize that and scold yourself).

His little cocky smile widened, the corners of his mouth curling even further. And wasn’t that a dimple in his cheek? “Good.”

And then he was gone, while you could only stand there and cling to your mug like your life depended on it. Your brain seemed to be paralyzed, short-circuited, simply frozen without a chance to recover soon.

Hatake now held two mugs instead of one in his hands, placed one of them beside you on the corner, and raised the can to the empty mug. “Nice. How kind, that you let me empty the can and want to clean the coffee machine. Such a collegial coworker.”

The curtain lifted. Quickly, you rewind the conversation you just had, trying to find out when the hell did you give permission to Hatake to take all the coffee?

Wait… Is that here a problem? Did he really…?

You jerked up. “Wait! I never agreed to this!”

“Too late.” Surprisingly fast, Hatake had emptied out the can to the very last drop. With both of his hands occupied as he grabbed the other mug, he waved with one of his little fingers at you, all closed eyed, fake smiles and sheer arrogance. You really wanted to break the stupid finger in the exact moment when the fucker left the kitchen, the smugness radiating from him in fucking waves.

Slowly, you released your death grip around your mug. Finger for finger, until you placed the porcelain with an audible sigh on the counter. Then, your eyes wandered to the coffee machine, the empty can, and the unmistakable sign right above the machine: Please refill the coffee for everyone when the can is empty!

Kakashi planned this. You were halfway sure. And when the darn thing didn’t want to work, and you had to suffer through the excruciating cleaning process (the grease was everywhere, beneath your fingernails up to your wrists, some spots even made their way to the sleeves of your jacket) you wanted to scream and shout, trash this stupid machine and trash Hatake with it in the next best trash bin.

~ X ~

I know it sounds sappy, but when I see your smile at any time of the day, I instantly feel better. I could have the shittiest day ever, and you and your smile would always be able to brighten it up. I never had a reason to be excited to come to work, but since you work here, I’m actually looking forward to coming in. Even the boss is surprised to see me so much, when I usually work from home.

Be prepared to be swamped with Thank-You cards from him.

PS: Your cursing at the coffee machine could be heard on the entire floor. It was terribly cute.

~ X ~

This morning was such bullshit. First, the train line you used to commute was late to begin with, then the train you waited twenty extra minutes for broke down three stations before you would’ve jumped off and on top of that, it started to rain five minutes into your walk. Soaked, with blisters at your small toes from running in shoes you weren’t used to run in, and with a coffee spot on your jeans you hadn’t noticed when pulling this pair over your legs this morning, your day couldn’t get any worse.

You instantly revised that opinion when you entered the foyer of Konohagakure Marketing. Yes, this morning still had the potential to become even worse, just by the sight of Kakashi lingering around the front table and flirting with the secretary there. One arm casually draped over the glassy surface of the modern, cutting-edge counter, his entire body leaning against it and his bored, black eyes instantly flying over to you when you entered; a personified, wet, dripping mess. In total comparison to his outer depiction of calmness, coolness and charismatic self.

Gods, you hated this man with every fucking fiber of your frustrated, late and exhausted being.

“Oh, (Y/N).” If possible, Kakashi leaned even more onto the counter, while the blonde secretary couldn’t rip her eyes away from the view right in front of her. “What’s up?”

“Nothing which would be your business.” With a growl, you brushed past him. Though, steps in your back told you that today, Hatake only wanted to add to your terrible mood.

“You’re so mean to me,” he whined, yes, whined at you, all the while dramatically gesturing around like he acted out one of the great Shakespearean tragedies, “when I just politely inquired to know how your day has treated you so far.”

“My day,” you started, growling lowly in the back of your throat and still trying to hang onto your control to not snap at your senior like he deserved, “has been a little bit stressful. Thank you for asking.”

“Maa, no problem.” He had the audacity to shrug, hands in the pockets of his tight-fitted jeans and the edges of his black knitted cardigan revealing the soft-looking fabric of the grey t-shirt underneath. You hated this outfit. Yes, you hated how much you liked to see it on him. Kakashi looked comfy, drowning in the soft wool, ready to fall asleep or walk over the runaway of Paris. One of these things, at least. One look at the secretary, and you knew she was of the same opinion. Her eyes were still glued to Kakashi’s back, sparkles glittering in her iris and something akin to childish wonder radiating from her.

You turned around again and snorted under your breath. Yeah. Pathetic.

Hey. Only a few days ago, you would’ve made the same heart-eyes if THE Kakashi Hatake would’ve talked to you.

At the end of the room was an elevator and to the right the door leading into the staircase. Most days, you would take the stairs, as the bureau was only two levels above, but some days, you were as lazy as you could be and called the elevator. Today was definitely such a day. You deserved this elevator ride. Before you could reach out to the button to call it, Kakashi had pulled a hand from his pockets and pushed it, all the while smiling.

Suspicious. Your eyes squinted, but you let it go. “Thank you.”

The smiling wrinkles around his eyes deepened. “No problem.”

Silently, you waited for the elevator. Only a low hum of Kakashi vibrated in the air. If you weren’t mistaken, it was In the End by Linkin Park.

You hadn’t taken Hatake as someone who would listen to Linkin Park. Another suspicious glance into his direction, then you concentrated onto the closed door of the elevator once more. Just a few more seconds, then you could hopefully dry a little bit in the security of the office. Just a tiny bit further, you could already hear the whirring of the elevator coming closer, the tiniest bit of luxury on this terrible, exhausting day.

A soft ‘ding’ alerted you, and really, the doors slid open. But before you could only take a single step inside the elevator, the shuffling in your back told you something was coming and that you wouldn’t like it.

“Kakashiiiiiii, let me come with you!” Apparently, over the last few minutes, you became invisible. Otherwise, you couldn’t explain how the secretary just pushed quite rudely past you, knocking against your elbow. Your bag, already slightly askew on your wet shoulder, completely lost its footing. In slow motion, you could feel how the bag dropped to the ground, but were still unable to stop it. Only when the noise of splattered food, water and the miserable rest of your good mood of this day reached your ears, you looked down. There, your personal life spread out on the floor, while the chatty secretary just wrinkled her nose at the chaos she created, before grabbing Kakashi’s arm, who stood wide-eyed at the crime scene.

“Let’s go,” the dumb blonde whined and tugged at his sleeve, “you still have to tell me about what happened with the butter and the…” She giggled in an apparently cute way, but the only thing which happened was that you had the feeling a little tinnitus pierced through your brain.

Surprisingly, though, Kakashi didn’t immediately take off. Instead, as you crouched down to hastily collect your stuff while worrying what you would eat for lunch today, he also sank to his knees.

“Don’t bother,” you growled as his hands reached for your soaked purse, “better stay with your new friend to make sure she doesn’t get lost upstairs.”

The subtle hint wasn’t lost on Kakashi. If you weren’t mistaken, small wrinkles of amusement formed around his eyes, before he nodded and moved upwards again. “If you insist.”

“Yes, I fuck-! I insist.” You were already raking through the mess, trying to make out what was still usable and what wasn’t, but only the quick shuffle of feet and the continued whining of the dumb secretary suddenly stopping, cut off by the soft closing of the elevator doors, told you that even the little bit of luxury you hoped today for was lost.

And even though this time, he wasn’t completely at fault, you couldn’t help it. You loathed Kakashi even more for being the flirtatious, obnoxious piece of shit he was outside and inside.

~ X ~

I’m sorry you had such a shitty morning. I’m sorry, but I think nobody didn’t hear how you complained to Anko about all the misfortune happening to you. Rightfully so. Maybe tomorrow though, the world is a little bit brighter. And even though I hope my notes are a small window to some sunshine of tomorrow, I wouldn’t dare to assume that.

I just hope the coffee I made for you warms you a bit up after all you’ve been through today. No worries, it’s just like you take it. I asked around. I swear, I’m not stalking you! >-<

~ X ~

However, it didn’t stop at taking the last bits of coffee or stealing the elevator when you already started into a shit day. No, Kakashi’s pettiness knew no limits and unluckily, you hadn’t experienced the true extent of said pettiness yet.

Every day, work would start with a meeting to discuss ongoing projects, clients and other things which came along with marketing. Sometimes, there was nothing to discuss and Namikaze would use these meetings to congratulate everyone for their hard work and would send his subordinates on their merry way, with a just as merry smile on his face.

Today was not such a day.

These kinds of meetings were usually held inside one of the bigger conference rooms, where most of the marketeers, designers and whoever worked even remotely at Konoha Marketing would find a place to sit. Namikaze would usually stand, while you preferred to find a seat at the other side of the room to melt into the rows and rows of faces looking up at him. Usually, Kakashi wouldn’t even be present, and if he was present, he wouldn’t even try to hide the earbuds playing eerily loud music.

As stated, today was not a usual day. Already when you came into the room, chatting with Anko and Kurenai over your shoulders, you spotted Kakashi. The asshole was silently whispering with Namikaze, earbuds nowhere in sight and a stack of papers in front of him. Immediately, a nauseous queasiness spread through your stomach. Something wasn’t right here, and the feeling only intensified when Kakashi suddenly looked up and met your eyes. A teasing little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and when he nodded, merely a little lift of his chin, your heart plummeted right through the floor.

Panicked, you reached for Anko’s arm while she went ahead to grab your usual seats. “Get me out of here!”

She turned her head. “What the fuck?”

“Kakashi schemes something, I can feel it!”

“Since when are you an antenna for his brain?”

With the desperation of a dying woman, you tugged at Anko’s sleeve. “I just know,” you hissed, “I just fucking know he’s up to something, okay? Please, get me out of here before Namikaze starts the meeting, I don’t want to-!”

However, you realized it was too late when Namikaze stood up from his chair and coughed, catching easily the entire attention of the room. He just had that little special spark which was able to entice an entire room of energetic, creative adults.

Paying someone’s salary did that.

Jokes aside, Minato Namikaze was just that charismatic. He had the expertise, the skills and was still humble, despite having founded one of the leading marketing companies in the entire country. Not the fake-humble some people loved to put on to show off at charity events and publicity stunts. Namikaze still felt real. Just one of the reasons why you didn’t hesitate when you noticed there was an open position on his team.

“Attention, please.” Even his smile was like the sun itself as he looked around the room, seemingly looking at everyone around like he was their friend, and he was in the middle of hosting a potluck dinner. “Alright, we have lots of work to do in the next few months. We finally got the confirmation that Akatsuki will work with us again for their next spring campaign, there are three rebranding tasks fresh in our care and the city council also wanted to talk with us about possibly creating an internet presence worth following, but I digress. Lots of work, that’s what I’m saying here. Kakashi, Akatsuki wanted you again on board for their campaign. I expect only the very best.”

Unusually serious, the younger man nodded. “Yes. I’m on it.”

“The team around you and Akatsuki will consist of Kurenai, Asuma, Gai, Genma, Anko and (Y/N). Any questions?”

Working on the same team with Hatake. For a brief moment, you closed your eyes and tried not to cry out in sheer and utter frustration at the thought of having to work with the adult-sized toddler that supposed genius actually was. It would be hell, you were already sure. More of his constant criticism of your work, more “funny” pranks he considered nothing but a joke but would be a massive pain in the ass to deal with, not to talk about the antics he would throw while he was supposed to seriously work with you.

Then, you opened your eyes from the short reprieve and coincidentally found yourself looking at Hatake, who just happened to scoff weakly and roll his eyes. His eyes met yours and once more, his eyes rolled upwards.

Your stomach sank, and you could feel heat rising up to your face. And to top it off, you realized Minato also heard the quiet scoff and had stopped to look at Kakashi with a slightly concerned, slightly disbelieving stare.

“Care to tell us your concerns?” your boss asked.

This does not end well. I can feel it.

Kakashi leaned back into his chair, all calm confidence and superiority complex at once, arms crossed and chin raised. “Just some worries when it comes to the accuracy of the necessary information. I have to say, the reports which I’ve received lately were peppered with inaccurate details and unnecessary parts I personally don’t agree with.”

An attack directly aimed at you. If possible, you grew even redder and slouched into your chair. There was just no other way to see it; you were the latest addition to Konohagakure Marketing, the newest member, the weak link so to speak. Not to talk about that some of Kakashi’s complaints had been heard by other people already who weren’t exactly stupid and probably were figuring out in this very second who exactly Kakashi was talking about.

It wasn’t exactly hard, anyway.

Minato merely raised a single eyebrow. “Really? Personally, I think the quality of the reports have improved over the last months. Also, I think you also mentioned a few days ago how one of these “unnecessary” new parts actually helped you to add a nice little detail to an ongoing campaign the client liked and pointed out. So, I can’t quite understand your criticism now.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Very carefully, you peaked up from your lap and looked around. More than one person looked at Kakashi and almost all of them had not-so-sneaky grins on their faces at seeing the aloof man getting smacked in the face with his own hypocrisy. Well, you didn’t expect Minato to speak up on your behalf, but now that he did, you couldn’t be more grateful. When his crystal-clear, blue eyes quickly flickered over, you nodded sharply. Minato nodded back, merely a weak twitch of his chin, before winking at you.

Yes, you weren’t above admitting that your boss was a good-looking and also happily married man. Nevertheless, that wink added a few years to your lifetime, which Hatake had stolen before with his stupid antics.

Fuck him. Fuck Hatake. He really tries to make me look stupid in front of the entire team!

Nothing came back from the lanky man, who lowered his hand not quite in shame, but to stare at his notebook with an unreadable expression you didn’t know if you should be worried about or not.

“Any more questions?” Minato looked around, his cornflower-blue eyes daring anyone to speak up. No one did. “Alright. Now, with that out of the way, I would like to turn towards the rebranding tasks-!”

You stared blindly at the top of the table, unable to see anything. Even Anko’s slight tugs on your sleeve didn’t disturb your intense concentration, nor did the glances all your colleagues gifted you from time to time, still curious about the bureau drama Kakashi started. The realization only sunk now in, what exactly he had done.

He doubted your work in front of everyone. And even when Minato defended you, even if Kakashi disproved his own doubts, the other colleagues would probably always keep his complaints in mind while working with you. A stigma you would carry with you for as long as you would work with all of these people.

Only barely, you managed to keep your tears inside. It took your sharp fingernails digging into the soft tissue of your palm, but you managed, and that was everything which counted. One thought crystallized itself clearly out of the emotional mess inside your head.

Fuck Kakashi Hatake. Fuck Kakashi Hatake. Fucking fuck Kakashi fucking shit-stained Hatake.

You had no idea if he was still hung up on your little act of defiance of not bringing him coffee when it wasn’t part of your job description. It definitely seemed like it. However, it was a matter of fact that he took it too far. He attacked you in front of the entire room of colleagues and your boss, doubted your work morale and results and thus, tried to push you off of his group which would work as a highly influential marketing campaign for Akatsuki. Experience, connections and the chance to see your ideas on the biggest billboards around the city. There wasn’t a better stepping stone for a marketeer career, and Kakashi fucking knew that. He knew, and took it upon himself to put you in a bad spot from the get go.

He had been nothing but an inconvenience up until now. Nothing but an annoying asshole, bearable despite all the tricks and traps he was planning to make your life at Konohagakure Marketing miserable. But now, he went for your job, and that was unforgivable.

Mentally, you made a note to write a statement for Namikaze, maybe even report Hatake for harassment, bullying, whatever. Just a paper trail would be good at this point, to prove you tried to use official means to fend off his stupid pranks.

Only Anko noticed your inner turmoil. Not a lot of people knew she was quick in picking up the smallest of cues, shrugged her even off as a mere brash woman who laughed too loudly and made crude jokes, but underneath all of that was a perceptive and almost annoyingly sharp, loyal friend. She noticed your sudden silence and how you withdrew from the meeting inside your own head.

A finger softly poked into your folded hands. “Hey,” her whisper was for once silent enough to only be heard by you two, “everything good?”

You nodded weakly. Of course, Anko didn’t buy that.

“You sure?”

Again, you nodded. Merely a faint lowering of your chin, but you nodded. Anko threw a last worried glance into your direction, poked your hands again with a tenderness which almost made you cry out loud, before turning back her attention to the meeting and Minato.

At this point, you were through a whirlwind of emotions and probably would’ve gone through many, many more. However, you made the mistake of looking up, right up into Kakashi’s face. His silver eyebrows were drawn together, dark eyes set on you and met yours when you glanced at him, arms crossed in front of his chest and like always effortlessly looking like he just fell out of bed, in the unbearably attractive kind of way.

When your eyes met, your dread and sorrow suddenly turned into fiery-hot rage and anger. How dare he. How dare he look all concerned and worried now, when the damage was already done. He couldn’t take his words back, nor could make the people around him forget he had spoken them. How dare he look like he regretted now what he had done.

You sent Kakashi your best “I would kill you if it was legal”-glare. Immediately, he whipped his head away, ears red and long, elegant fingers spinning an expensive looking pencil round and round.

A paper trail. Preferably yesterday. Your fingers shook ever so slightly as you wrote a short note for yourself in barely readable chicken-scratch onto the very edge of your notepad. Right after this meeting was over, you had to speak with Minato in private. You just had to. Who knew what Kakashi was also capable of when he was also willing to endanger your career over some kind of petty revenge he was hellbent on pushing to the maximum level. This was ridiculous, to be completely honest. There was no reason for him to be such a little bitch, for the lack of a better word, about something so small as disturbing him at the wrong time once and not immediately falling to his feet.

No one else had this kind of problem with him. Was it because you were new, maybe? To show you your place once and for all?

At the silly thought, you snorted to yourself. Again, Hatake’s eyes instantly flashed over, flickering up and down and getting stuck at your hand still holding your pen.

Fuck him, you thought. Ever so gently, you uncurled and curled your fingers until only your middle finger was holding the pen, the other fingers balled into a tight, white-knuckled fist. You knew he understood, just by the way the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepened by a margin, before Hatake turned his full attention once more to Minato.

Fucking bastard. Arrogant prick. Stupid asshole.

For the rest of the meeting, you tried to concentrate on your boss explaining and relaying more crucial information about incoming jobs, but your mind kept on drifting elsewhere. More specifically, to the confusing, infuriating, annoying man who continued to rob your last nerve.

Not like there was much to understand.

It was no coincidence you were idling a bit around after the meeting, shuffling your notebook over the table and playing with your pen to the point Anko threw worried glances at you as she stood up.

“Everything alright, girl? You’re starting to worry me there. Is it a psychotic breakdown?”

“Not yet, Anko. Not quite there yet.” Banter with your colleague came easily to you, but your eyes always followed Minato’s movements. He was still talking to the bastard, all smiles and sunshine and bright happiness. Seriously, it was almost unbearable to watch them both.

How unfair was that? Both men were ridiculously attractive. In fact, all people in this marketing firm were ridiculously attractive, even Gai a level above! In his own special way, but he also got a little fan club as much as you were aware (and Anko was part of it, you were pretty sure).

Made you wonder a bit why you were hired, as it seemed that there was a hiring requirement you didn’t fulfill.

Finally, Hatake just nodded while turning away from his boss. Strangely enough, he gave you a last lingering look before leaving the conference room as well. Time for you to attack, or more like, speak with Minato yourself. Who knew what kind of unreasonable concerns he would bring up now?

“Hey there,” your boss smiled warmly over the table while you gathered the last bits of your belongings, “Is everything alright?”

“Why shouldn’t it be?”

Minato clicked his tongue. “Ah, just a little bird told me about a certain tension in my office. And that you and my s-! Kakashi are involved.”

“You heard us.” Just a flat statement, because there couldn’t be another way. Fuck, his office was right there, right beside Hatake’s, and the “tension” between you and him were really not a secret anymore.

Never was, to be exact.

You tried to look ashamed, even when a small part of you just wanted to defend yourself. It wasn’t your fault Hatake was an asshole. It wasn’t your fault he always tried to rile you up. It wasn’t your fucking fault, Hatake thought endangering your job was funny or something.

In comparison, Minato was more open than you. Blood creeped up into his face as he smiled once more, clearly ashamed for spitting the truth just out instead of clothing the harsh words into nicer clothes. “I admit, Kakashi is sometimes… difficult. Only the gods know what goes on inside of him, and I won’t even pretend that I will ever understand some of his antics. But I also won’t tolerate him bullying new employees. That is not alright, nor would I ever accept that kind of thing in my company.”

Reassuring, kind words. Definitely what you needed from your boss, but that alone didn’t seem like it would be enough.

“Are you sure that will work on Hatake?” The question was faster out than you intended. When Minato’s piercing blue eyes met yours, you held his gaze, but quickly moved on before his gaze would burn you on the spot. “I mean, I don’t know. He seems like he won’t take any criticism seriously.”

At that, Minato’s gaze darkened. Darkened to the point, he didn’t seem like the same relaxed, happy person you knew for a few months now. Goosebumps peppered their way down your arms, and you barely kept yourself from rubbing them through the sleeves.

“Believe me, (Y/N). I will make sure he will stop his behavior from now on. Rest assured.”

You decided further discussion wasn’t worth the potential trouble. So, you merely nodded and fled the room, not sure if the talk went well or disastrously wrong.

~ X ~

You couldn’t believe it. Again, your eyes raked over the slightly disorganized rows inside the fridge. Like every morning, you had placed the Tupperware with your soup right in the top row, beside Shizune’s salad, Anko’s massive bowl of pasta and Kurenai’s elegant box with her healthy bento, lovingly prepared by Asuma (even though he always denied any involvement).

It should be there. You were absolutely sure you placed it inside the fridge, like every fucking day.

Again, you closed the fridge, only to open the door immediately after. Like your soup would magically appear out of thin air, even though you already tried that particular move two times already.

Well, three times were the charm. But yet again, you had to stare at the suspicious gap between Tupperware boxes and did not know where your soup went.

“Fuck,” you grunted under your breath as you closed the fridge for the final time. Someone just straight up took your lunch. Your labeled lunch. Just… fantastic. Very unlikely to see it again.

However, just when you went back to your desk to get your purse to go out and buy an overpriced lunch at one of the small hip cafés downstairs, you spotted something disturbing. Something which made your blood boil, to the point of stopping right in your tracks, staring wildly for a second, only to charge forward like a bull who just spotted a red flag.

“I’ve had enough! I fucking have it!”

Shaking in anger, heart pounding in your chest, you stormed over to Kakashi’s desk. This absolute fucker had his shitty headphones on, innocently staring at his asshole-PC while spooning some goddamn soup into his mouth.

Your soup. Out of your Tupperware. Which you placed in the office fridge, in your labeled area of the fridge.

Enough was enough. There was a fine line which Kakashi just crossed, which his previous offenses didn’t. The coffee, the elevator, even the fucking meeting where he had to begrudgingly accept your presence on his team by his boss’ order were still inside a very specific area you could forgive to an extent. Were you holding a grudge against him? Hell, fuck yes. Would you like to screw him over like he deserved? Of course not. You talked with Minato, he nodded and said he would speak to Hatake, but that was it. Nothing came out of it but tense, clipped conversation between you and him in every damned team meeting he held over the new Akatsuki-campaign.

But stealing your food? The one thing you brought from your own home, placed in your area in the fridge, and he had the fucking audacity to steal it with his grabby little lithe hands.

(The attractive asshole.)

Right in front of his desk, you came to a stop. He didn’t look up, even though you just knew he noticed you. Instead, he continued to intently stare at his screen, swirling his spoon through the soup you cooked and prepared and sweated over to get it just right.

You crossed your arms over your chest. No reaction, despite him sneaking a glance into your direction.

One twitch of your eyebrows upwards. “Is the soup tasty?”

That caught his attention. The asshole shrugged, while you had to keep yourself from reaching over the desk and strangle him until that stupid disinterested, bored expression was wiped from his face forever. “It’s alright. Nothing special. Too little salt.”

Too little salt!? How dare he??

Only by a margin, you managed to keep the outrageous scream of pure, unaltered rage inside your chest. Your jaw felt like snapping into two though from biting your own tongue so hard. “Yeah?” you hissed out. “Very unlucky for you. Where did you get it from?”

With the spoon, he gestured over into the direction of the office kitchen. “Just grabbed it out of the office fridge.”

“Mhmm, interesting. You know,” you leaned forward, “as huge as this coincidence might be to you, this morning, I filled a really similar looking Tupperware with a really similar soup. And – again! – coincidentally, my Tupperware went missing when I just went to check my labeled place in the fridge…”

To your eternal satisfaction, Kakashi stopped around the middle of your little speech. His eyes were stuck on the screen, staring blindly into the brightly lit monitor, the spoon with another mouthful of soup lowered itself slowly, oh so slowly back into the bowl, before his head turned just as slowly around to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen on any man.

Unluckily for him, he had ruined any goodwill for any kind of puppy eyes in you weeks ago.

Uncrossing your arms, you clicked your tongue. “Seriously, fuck you Hatake. Fuck you sideways. The only thing I did to you was annoy you one goddamn time, and you instantly set out to make my entire life here at work hell. This is the last straw. I’m going to Namikaze to file a complaint against you and I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re his little pet or whatever, or if I get thrown out for insulting his top marketeer. You hear me?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. A single tear which had burned in your eye for some minutes now finally fell. Quickly, you wiped it away, before hissing again at Hatake, who stared wide-eyed and with something akin to panic on his face at you. “I will fucking take the loss if that just means I get away from you. I’ve had enough. You’re the worst person I’ve met so far and if I could rewind time and stop myself from ever going up to you, I would fucking do it, just to spare me the utter disappointment of having the displeasure of knowing how much of an asshole you are.”

The last string simply snapped for you. A last scoff at him, then you turned away, towards the office of your boss. Not even five steps later you heard the clutter of his chair being pushed away, so quickly it fell over, hurried steps running after you, only for his hand to reach for your arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” With a sharp hiss, you flinched away from Hatake. How dare he! How dare he even try to hold you back now, only to maybe not be scolded by Namikaze! How dare he had the guts to look at you with big, pleading eyes, how dare him for being the attractive bastard he was and for knowing exactly how attractive it was! And the audacity he had to try and use it for his advantage!

Right in front of Namikaze’s office, you stopped, Hatake right on your trail, swiveled around and hissed again into his face, the fury burning right in your throat and down into your chest. “I said,” with gusto, you jammed your index finger into his chest, and the short lightning of pain was even worth the shock flashing over his features, “I don’t care about your puppy eyes or your excellent marketing campaigns or the many people you take home. I don’t care about you, Hatake, and your pitiful attempts at stopping me!”

“Please, can you let me explain-?”

“This is far beyond explaining! I don’t owe you anything! Nothing at all! I just want to get away from you, so leave me the hell alone!”

The entire office was staring. Kind of hard not to notice the loud fight, with the room being open and all desks loosely gathered in front of Minato’s office. The poor Iruka tried so hard not to look, even though you stood merely one meter or so away from his front desk.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care. The stolen soup – your missed lunch! – was the last drop in this ever-filling bucket.

There he stood, the smug bastard of a man-child. Wearing a pair of loose, washed-out jeans with holes at the knees, a wide cardigan in the same shade as his gray hair and a dark shirt with some silly, almost destroyed print. Though, the longer you stared at him, you couldn’t help but to notice that Hatake didn’t look smug at all. No, under no circumstance you would describe the drawn-together eyebrows, the hard tug around his mouth and the nervous twitch of his hands as smug.

Feeling sorry for him wasn’t an option. Gosh, you were such a pushover, already feeling sorry for him when he was the one to make your work life miserable! No, not today! You would make Minato listen to your complaint (if he didn’t notice the ruckus right outside his office already) and this time, you would demand some action. Talking obviously did jack-shit to change Hatake’s attitude.

Though, before you could knock at Minato’s office, the door was pushed open. To your unending shame, not your boss peered outside, but his wife. Kushina was just as beautiful as a rose, with her fiery-red hair and her even features, yet her temper was quick to anger and slow to cool down. And right now, she looked at Hatake and you with the same intent as a wolf on the hunt.

At least, that was how you imagined a wolf on the hunt. Not that you ever had seen one, but you felt like a small rabbit as you shrunk under her intense glare.

“Both of you,” she jerked the door wide open, revealing nothing but an empty desk and chair inside, “get in here. Before I forget myself.”

Like scolded children, you followed her into the office. Heads lowered, steps hesitant, sneaking angry glances at each other when Kushina wasn’t looking. This was truly ridiculous! This wasn’t your fault, Hatake could just stop being such an asshole and leave you alone and foremost, not eat your food! It was unfair you were cited into the office like a child who misbehaved!

But I did misbehave. I lost my shit, screamed around, threw a tantrum.

What a shitshow. I should be ashamed of myself.

Shit. Does she want to fire me?

She does. Oh god, Kushina will fire me. She’s Minato’s right hand basically, she can just suggest she doesn’t think I will be a good fit for the company. Oh, fuck. Shit, shit, shit!

Tears burned in your eyes at the mere thought. Your heart pounded in your chest, your knees were trembling. For a moment, you thought you couldn’t take another step forward, too terrified to face your fate. But your head and body were disconnected. Your legs carried you further, right before the desk of Minato where Kushina sat down, with the same grace a true empress would use to claim her rightful throne.

You didn’t dare to look at her. You also didn’t dare to move your eyes away from the ground. Better be safe than sorry. 

“Kushina,” Hatake had the nerve to speak up, even though the silence was icy to the point of freezing, “this is ridiculous. It was a simple misunderstanding, nothing to get angry-!”

“I decide,” Kushina  snarled, her mouth curled into a growl, “what I get angry over and what not. And this shouting match you had in the open office is in my opinion definitely something to get angry over.”

“It was nothing, really!”

“Didn’t sound like nothing to me.”

“Kushina, it wasn’t-!”

“Hey, pipsqueak.” 

Pipsqueak. The insult came so unexpected, so completely out of the blue, you couldn’t help but to snort loudly into the icy silence. Quickly, you got yourself back under control, but the eyes of the other people in the room were already on you.

“Something the matter?” Kushina’s voice made the short-lived amusement die right then and there. “Your shouting made me notice your fight in the first place. You disturbed the peace in this office with the fight you both are responsible for, because you’re both adults long enough to know how to act at your workplace.”

She was right, of course. You should know how to act in a professional setting, but you forgot your manners and professionalism just for a second there. 

“I apologize,” you mumbled, “it certainly wasn’t my intention to cause a ruckus.”

“What was your intention then?”

“I was… angry. Probably to make this anger known to the person who caused it.”

“That would be the pipsqueak here.” Not a question, just a raw statement without any judgment. 

Carefully, you peaked up into Kushina’s face. Her anger had calmed down, the hard lines smoothened out again. Her hands were folded on top of the table, the epitome of calculating calmness. In her business suit, her hair tied back into a high ponytail and with her regal aura, it was hard to not say the truth, not that you ever intended to lie in the first place.

“Yes,” you answered, “it was Hatake. For a few weeks, he's been deliberately tormenting me.”

“Tormenting?” Her surprised tone showed exactly how much she didn’t expect that. Kushina glanced at Hatake, who was suddenly just as interested as you on the ground. “That is new to me.”

“I don’t know exactly what I did to deserve this treatment by him, but since a few weeks ago, he… I don’t know, he creates situations in which I pull the short straw, no matter what.”

“Explain.”

“For example, he stole the last bits of coffee out of the can and made me clean it, so I could cook the next pot. One of his groupies possibly accidentally pushed my bag out of my hands, which forced me to take the stairs over the elevator, plus collect all my stuff again. But this is insignificant,” you breathed in, the old fury still burning in your chest, “when he belittles my work in front of everyone. In one of the morning meetings, where Hatake and I got assigned to the new campaign for Akatsuki, when he questioned my abilities to deliver.”

Kushina leaned back into her chair, eyes squinted. “I remember. You came to Minato and told him the pipsqueak is bothering you. He spoke to him, but apparently it didn’t work out.” A glare was thrown at Hatake. “But why the commotion now?”

“He stole my labeled lunch out of the fridge.”

“Kakashi…” Kushina sighed. 

“I didn’t see the label, okay?” Grumpily, Hatake crossed his arms over his chest. “It wasn’t in my line of vision.”

“The label is on my tupperware. Directly on top. On the lid. You’re looking at it when you open the tupperware. It’s printed there in big bold letters.”

“The fridge was really messy!”

“The fridge is always organized, in the same way it has been organized since I started here, and I highly doubt a new organization was put in place recently.”

Hatake rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Oh, he lost now. His dismissive, defiant “whatever” was basically admission to his wrongdoing. Inwardly, you were already celebrating your win over the bastard with a cold beer, cake and confetti, but on the outside, you only let the barest hint of a smile shine through your neutral mask. You still could ruin everything by showing how much it pleased you that Hatake had to take a clear stance now.

Thankfully, Kushina didn’t notice your little smile. Her entire concentration was on Hatake, who continued to pout like an angry child caught with its hand in the cookie jar, arms crossed over his chest and head turned away to look at the wall. So defiant, yet it had no use.

“You’re not serious, Kakashi. You can’t be serious right now.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Minato talked to you about this…”

“Can’t remember.”

“Sunday, over dinner. You said you would keep the peace.”

“Could be.”

“You said you would.” Kushina clicked her tongue. “Don’t tell me you drowned him again out and just nodded along.”

At that, Hatake merely shrugged. No further answer, no explanation, only more questions. Questions about their relationship. They met last Sunday for dinner? They were indeed that close? It sounded also a bit like it was a regular thing, measured at the casual mentioning of the Sunday-dinner. Also, the tone Kushina used.

Not the tone of a disappointed boss. Not the tone of an angry chef. More the tone of an exasperated older sibling or even more like…

A disappointed parent. 

Were they related, though? Nobody ever mentioned anything in that direction, that the Namikaze’s were somehow related to Hatake. Adoption, maybe? It was just incredibly bewildering to suddenly think that Minato and Kushina were trying to reign in when it came to his behavior. Really, really strange.

With hawk eyes, you continued to follow their conversation as they apparently completely forgot about your existence. Kushina was railing into the still defiant Hatake, who continued to stare at the wall and pretend he wasn’t even present.

“We also talked about this before! When you bullied Obito in School so hard, you made him cry. And now you’re what?”

“... kind of friends.”

“You invited him for our dinner a week after that talk! You were the Best Man at his wedding! I thought we were over this childish phase of yours, Kakashi.”

“I am.”

“It doesn’t look like it. Goddammit, we need to have another intervention with you, don’t we?”

At that, Hatake shrugged. “Do what you have to do.”

“And I plan to do exactly that,” Kushina grumbled, before her dark eyes set their sight again on you. “And you… No more screaming, please. I understand a lot has piled up there, but try to stay calm next time. Coming to Minato was good, even though it didn’t work out like you and we intended. My husband and I will have another, more intense, ” at that, she threw a glare at Hatake which made even him twitch ever so slightly, “talk than before. Apologize, Kakashi.”

“Hn.”

“ Now.”

Hatake sighed yet again. A deep, exasperated sigh like he didn’t get why he had to apologize. “Fine. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry that it got this far. My childish behavior certainly was a bother to deal with, and I apologize for the troubles I caused you.”

It definitely sounded like he had to learn and repeat this little text at some point in his life, and now went back to this little security to get through the humiliation of apologizing to you. Still an asshole, even in defeat. Gods, what a dick. 

“Thank you,” a forced smile made its way onto your face, “I appreciate that.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“And additionally,” Kushina jerked her hand in a harsh motion from him to you, “you will buy her lunch as you ate hers. Only fair, right?”

“... Right.”

“And she will come next Sunday to our dinner.”

What? That was… 

“This is too much,” you interjected, “I can’t possibly accept that.”

“Oh, you will.” Kushina wouldn’t take a no on this one, you could already feel that. She was dead-set on getting her will, and she would get it. You already felt yourself giving in to the sheer pressure of your boss’ wife inviting you for dinner. How could you possibly say no? 

How bad could it be? One evening with Minato, Kushina and apparently also Kakashi. Just one evening. One damned evening. With your boss, his wife and your personal work-nemesis. No problem. Absolutely no fucking problem. 

You were so fucked.

“Sure.” Slowly, you nodded. “That will be… nice. It will be nice.”

It wouldn’t. It absolutely wouldn’t. Oh god, this would be a trainwreck. 

But if you thought that you would be the least excited person in the room about this prospect, then you were wrong. When you sneaked a glance at Hatake, he was actually scowling, downright scowling, before he noticed your eyes on him. Quickly, the scowl changed into a neutral mask of indifference. 

Oh, yes. This would be a disaster. 

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[hamster-writes]

The cold winds nip at Cheyenne's cheeks as she stands down by the docks.  “I see a ship in the distance! I’m gonna make sure we have a fire going and some nice warm drinks!” she yells as she goes running up the hill. 

The inn door shuts behind her, “What's with the rush?” asks her coworker. “I gotta prepare some food for the incoming ship. I assume they will be hungry. It is quite the journey to our island.” cheyenne says. 

Continuing with the cooking and cleaning, and setting up for what will most likely be a large pirate crew, she hears someone at the docks yell, “Ship is docking!” Cheyenne puts on her coat, mittens, scarf, and goes out to greet them. The docks aren't too far from her job so it takes no time at all. This might be the biggest ship she has ever seen come to their island, but no one else seems to be too shocked. The crew don some heavy winter clothes, it's kind of hard to tell what they look like underneath it all. One thing she knows for certain is it's one big crew, with some of the tallest people she has ever seen in her adventures.

Someone, who she assumes is the captain, begins to speak, “ Hello, you wouldn't happen to have somewhere nice and warm where we can stay, would you?” says a crisp but clear deep voice muffled by a scarf. In fact she can barely see his face at all, nothing but eyes peek out from behind it all.

 “Welcome! I think we have just what you are looking for! I have already started on food and drink’s at the inn. I can lead the way.” Cheyenne says with a smile.

 “Thank you. Lead the way then.” Tracking up the hill to the inn with what looks like a skip in her step, the man chuckles to himself with a hidden smirk.

 “Here we are, we've got tons to eat and drink, so please make yourselves at home!” says Cheyenne. “Much appreciated.” says the man. The crew begin to shed the layers of clothing including the captain. Cheyenne suddenly finds herself staring at the man. She knows him. That's Shanks. 

How could she not know…didn't she look at the ship…? “I guess I didn't,” she says out loud.

 “Didn't what? ” says Shanks with a sly smirk. She must have gone bright red, because his smirk became a wide grin. “Come and sit. Have a drink and loosen up a bit.” he says, patting the seat next to him. 

Cheyenne walks over with a suspicious look on her face that makes him chuckle, “I'm supposed to be working…” she says. 

“I'm sure your boss wouldn't mind if you sat down for a while.” Shanks replies, looking at the boss giving him a thumbs up. “See” his grin getting bigger. 

“Then I definitely can't say no to that.” She laughs awkwardly. Shanks orders a round of beer for the entire inn. Swirling the drink in her hand ,“So, captain of the red haired pirates huh?” she asks.

 “In the flesh” as he downs another drink. 

“I'm sure your stories are more interesting than mine. I’ve traveled some but just for work.” She lightly laughs taking another swig of her drink.

 “Don't be to sure of that. I'm sure yours are just as interesting, if not more.” he says. 

“Well I have found some interesting things recently! Do you wanna see?” she says brightly, almost beaming. 

“I can't say no to that kind of expression now can I.” he says, but she's already down the hall, and into a room. She comes back out a couple of minutes later with something in her arms.

“A dog and a hamster?” he asks, confused. 

“Not just any dog and hamster! The hamster is Fish and the dog  is Otter.” she says, holding out Fish in her hand, and Otter by her legs. “You guys can say hi, you know. It's the polite thing to do.” she says to Fish and Otter. Fish scurried over in front of shanks, let out some squeaks and bowed. Otter just excitedly did some circles around shanks, wagging his tail.

 “Mighty kind of you all! They really understand you real well. You have them well trained.” Shanks says. “Yep, it just takes time and communication, that's all!” she laughs. 

“What brings you guys to our island?” Cheyenne asks.

“Well we needed some supplies. We are running quite low on food and supplies for our doctors.” Shanks replies.

 “Well you stopped by the right place! We have tons of meat, not too much on the crop front though. That's probably obvious because of the cold and snow. We also have a couple of medicine shops around here.” she says. “I can show you all around too!” she beams. 

“That anxious to be back out in that weather?” he jokes. 

“Absolutely! I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. But it's just the way I like it. Snowy and cold” she says, rubbing her hands together.

Shanks lets out a loud laugh “An offer I can't refuse. Alright in the morning you can show us around. Sound good?” he says.

 “Yes absolutely! Thank you!, I mean, of course I'd love to.” She says.

 “Then it's settled. See you in the morning.” Shanks says, takes the last swig of his drink, gets up, and pat's her shoulder.

“Goodnight.” he says. 

“Sleep well.” she replies, looking at him as he walks down the hall, with her hands on her face bright red. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” she says before she walks away for bed.

#red haired shanks #shanks one piece #one piece #my writing #my oc Cheyenne #my first long fic #this is only chapter one!💖 #hope you enjoyed💖

[thedummysdummy]

A Tigress Always Gets Her Way

I just got Victor's tiger New Year card and thought it needed just a little bit of a date to go with it. I hope you enjoy ^_^

“You’re making that face again.” 

Victor looked up from the carrot he was grating and lowered his eyebrows. Sure enough, the girl was right there, leaning on the counter and resting her chin in her hands. Her best ‘puppy dog’ eyes stared directly into his soul. “You know that face doesn’t work on me.” 

“Are you sure?” she asked, lifting one foot and tilting her head slightly. “You know exactly how cute I am!” Victor huffed and continued grating the carrot, while the girl puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. She was not going to be defeated! She had more than one strategy up her sleeve, after all. 

She slid around the counter to stand behind Victor and wrapped her arms around his waist. “What are you doing, dummy?” he rumbled, the tones vibrating in her hands. Without speaking a word, she set about undoing the buttons of his shirt and caressing his abs with gentle fingertips. “Mmm.” A pleased groan echoed in his chest and Victor pressed his back into her body. “Mmm. You’re going to delay dinner if you keep up with mischievous pranks like this, you know. How am I supposed to cook when you’re being sly?” His breathy voice told the girl she was getting exactly the reaction she wanted and a smile spread across her face. 

“I’m not being sly. I’m using all of my available resources to reach my goals, just like you taught me.” She nibbled at his neck as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it down over his shoulders. “This strategy is called ‘bribing the boss’ and I find it’s usually pretty effective.” A pleasant laugh shook Victor’s shoulders and he slid the bowl further back on the counter before spinning around suddenly and wrapping his long, warm arms around her. The world suddenly became very small as his intoxicating scent filled her nostrils. 

“Cheeky and a tease. I’m going to have to do something about that.” Victor spun back around to the counter with the girl still in his arms and lifted her onto the counter. He pulled down her shirt and nibbled her collarbone, hard enough that she gasped slightly. “How do you like your own medicine, hmm?” 

She laughed and kissed Victor on the cheek. “Perhaps I gave CEO Victor a little too much medicine. But it is all part of my strategy!” The girl placed her hands on his now-exposed pectoral muscles and beamed. “I think that’s enough convincing for now. Time to get back to cooking dinner!” 

The girl slipped out of Victor’s arms and hopped down from the counter while flashing him a bright smile. “Besides. I already bought the costumes! So CEO Victor has no choice but to say yes and attend the New Year celebration with me!” 

“If you were going to use that excuse in the first place, why did you feel the need to ‘bribe the boss’, hm?” Victor rumbled pleasantly, not bothering to return his shirt to its proper position. “Is it because you simply wanted to remove my shirt? You do seem rather fond of undoing my buttons.” A flush came over the girl’s cheeks, but she made no move to deny it. “That’s what I thought. Now, go wash up. Dinner is almost ready.” Victor waved the grater as if to smack her butt with it and chuckled as she hustled away toward the bedroom. 

What a dummy. 

~~~

Victor looked in the mirror and sighed, but made no move to remove the ridiculous ears, tail, and paws with which the girl had so eagerly adorned him. “Come on, we’re going to be late.” 

The girl came stumbling into the bathroom with her own costume partially on and the tail in her hands. “Victorrrrrr, I need help putting on my tail!” She gave him her most pathetic frown and held the object out toward him. Victor sighed, but accepted the costume piece and gently attached it to her waist. He did have to admit…she did look rather cute. 

“Alright, let’s go! Anna texted me that the food has arrived, so we need to get going! We don’t want the long life noodles to get cold before we get there!” She grabbed at his hand and Victor sighed. As if it wasn’t her that had held them up in the first place…

Yet he allowed her to drag him to the front door, paused long enough for him to lock it, and returned to pulling him toward the car. The venue for her company’s celebration was really only five minutes away, which was why they hadn’t felt the need to leave any earlier. But they failed to account for traffic at this hour, which extended the drive to nearly fifteen minutes. 

The girl bounced in the chair next to him with excitement, her little tiger ears wiggling with the movement of her body. A little smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he covertly glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the road. Childish…but she was his childish dummy. 

They finally reached the venue and the girl burst from the car the moment Victor put it in park. “Why are you in such a hurry?” he called after her, but made no move to rush. Nothing was going to happen to her between the car and the front door. He ensured the car was locked and leisurely strolled toward the building while straightening his ears and tail. The sound of music could be heard through an open window and balloons colored the light which struck the sidewalk. Scents of beef, garlic, and soy sauce pulled him in and bid him welcome to the brightly-lit room full of happy party attendees. 

His girl was already surrounded by Willow, Anna, Kiki, and Minor, all of whom were wearing some variation of tiger costume and laughing. Victor lingered in the doorway for a moment, just watching her in her element. Truly there was no deeper beauty than his girl when she was truly happy. 

Music filled his ears and time seemed to stand still as he leaned in the door frame with a twinkle in his eye. She turned in what felt like slow motion and beckoned him to her, hand extended for him to catch hold of as he had so many times before. 

So many more times than she even realized.

He couldn’t help reflecting on the other ‘new births’ that this girl had brought into his life as they celebrated this new year. From the sandcastle of their youth to the orphanage, to the roads where he saved her life in return, to LFG and more universes than he could count, the girl had shaped and renewed each rebirth of Victor. 

And that? That was why he played games, ate long life noodles, and waltzed across the ballroom floor at her request. And why he wore a silly tiger costume through it all. Because honestly, in the end? That girl had saved him. There was no request so silly that he would not do it to see that genuine smile on her cheeks. 

When the night was over, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a squeeze. She was surprised to see he had worn the ears through the entire party. But before she could say anything, Victor bit her ear and whispered, “You bribed the boss to get those, remember? Well, it’s time for you to pay up. Let’s go home.”

#a tease indeed #getting a little steamy in here guys #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #love and producer li zeyan #mlqc #evol x love #love and producer victor #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor fanfic

[mr-laveau]

Cu-wip-osity tag game >:D

@cash-n-prizes really told me to get my ass in gear and WELL, here I am so here we go!

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them, and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagging: there are too many people to tag and i don’t talk to that many people sooooo whoever wants can tag in. Trust me, I cannot tag that many people for this.

And Then there were three - SH, Angel & Baaabe

Roses n’ Thorns - Darlin/Quinn (past) - Darren(Darlin) used to be in a band with Quinn called Rose n’ Thorns. Yes, I did in fact write Darr being in a band with Quinn into his actual backstory, fuck timelines and canon, I do what I want.

Spell slot - Lovely(electro)/Vincent

Gotcha bitch! - Darlin/pack - poly Shaw pack - Darren (Darlin) has a breakdown when the pack throws him a surprise birthday party

In the face of eternity - Lovely(Vampire)

Who’s ya daddy? - SH/Milo (ft. Colm) - Sadhil (SH) realizes that he and Milo have daddy issues, except SH used to work for Milo’s daddy.

Pretty Girl(gn) Walk - Angel/Darlin/David(minor)

Self-portrait - Gavin/FL - Gavin has too many hobbies but this new one is fun.

Stellar Collapse - Starlight

Fed to the Wolves - David/Darlin

The importance of Couch sharing - Poly Shaw Pack - David/Darlin/Asher/Milo

Backup Generator - DAMN Polycule & Lovely(Vampire)/Vincent

Extra Lessons - Sam/FL/Darlin

Come Back to Haunt - David & SH

Do you have an appointment? - Sam/FL - R18

Hate to see em leave, Love to watch em go - Poly Shaw pack - Asher/Milo/David/Darlin - Asher and Milo talk about David & Darren (Darlin) behind their backs but they’re specifically talking about their behinds - R18

Sweet Dreams (are made of this) - Sunshine/Elliott

Dahlia Empowered Records & Profiles Department - audio project - Magnus Archives parody but make it Redacted

Honestly…no - David/Darlin

A Pack of Idiots - Poly Shaw Pack:

"I'm in love with Asher." David said. The room went quiet after that as Sadhil and Milo's eyes locked onto their alpha in disbelief–more specifically disbelief in the fact that David actually said the very thing that everyone in the pack would joke about when they saw him and his beta together in any capacity. The key word there being 'joked' because no one actually expected it to be true. Sadhil had the mind to question the statement further but got beat to the opportunity to speak. "Well no shit, Sherlock." Darren replied. "Took you that long to figure out?" Now eyes were going back and forth between Tank and David, the bigger wolf looking at the usually quiet shifter in bewilderment as they met his gaze with nonchalance. The investigator could already feel the tensions rising and if they knew both of their fellow pack members well enough then there'd be more to this. "What do you mean, long enough?" "–Darr means," Milo is the one to speak up this time, cutting off Tank from making anymore frank remarks and riling the other man up, "that we can all tell." "What?”

Running Memories - Darlin focused

Can You Roll a Charisma Check? - Lasko/Listener (pre-canon listener) - Lasko finds out that someone new has joined his DnD group and he’s definitely gonna have to roll high if he wants to impress them

Out for Blood - Sam/Darlin - R18

What if we all dated each other? - DAMN Polycule

In-Spectre - Yes I know that’s name of an anime, I’m being funny - SH/Milo:

"Why don't I take you dancin' some time?"  "You got two feet shorter than myself there, toots. You think you can keep up?" Sadhil smirks.

Bad Dog - (Dom) Darlin/ Sam - R18:

"Course not." The vampire huffs. "I know you better than that Darlin." "Do you really, doc?" Darren smiles as crosses his arms and slowly strides over to Sam from across the bar with a sly grin. "Because I know for a fact that there's a side to me you haven't met yet and he wants to make you beg like a hungry mutt." Sam Collins has never in his life wanted anything more than just to let his mate have their way with him right now. He doesn't have time to question why when the one thing racing in his mind is to let Darren use and abuse him like a bone for his wolf to chew on, and he'll be damned if he doesn't let tonight be the night for that to happen. "Where?" "As much as I would like to fuck you in one of the stalls here, I want your ass on a bed where I can have it to myself tonight."

Broke Back Mountain - Sam/Huxley

Ghostly Touches - Lasko/SH/Milo - R18

Don’t Hold Your Breath - DAMN Polycule

Two Birds - David/Darlin

Worth of Chance - SH & Colm

Sway - Vincent/Lovely 

Heart Strings - Asher/Baaabe/Darlin

Keeping Track of Things 1 & 2 - Darlin/Sam (feat. BE & Fred) 

Reset Button - Lovely(Vampire) & Sam

Ghosted - SH/Sam/Darlin

Parks & Recreation - Darlin/David

Anyways, have fun~

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fandom #ask meme #ask #ask game #inbox #redacted fanfic #redacted fanfiction #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted audio fanfic #writing wip #wips

[star-shard]

Summer Storm 

Elvis X Reader 

Premise: A crab shack by the beach. A raging storm. A night together.

Words: 1.2k Note: Implied age gap. Older!Reader (Both characters are fully consenting adults in this fic) Oral (f receiving, pretty mild NSFW)

You hadn't tasted coca cola off someone’s lips. Not like this. If ever you did, there was always a twist of rum off it. Not now. This man was all sugar, no liquor. Elvis could make an ice cold wind feel like a pleasant breeze. Right now he sheltered you from the coming storm.

There was word it could become a hurricane, vacationing families had already packed up or hunkered down in their hotels.  The two of you were wedged behind the crab shack you work in. He and his boys were looking for authentic sea side food. As he said it, it was his first time seeing the ocean.

You wondered if he said that to all the girls in towns like this. You wondered if you had eyes like his mother, that was a line you’d heard before.

But the way he held you right underneath the back wooden porch of this hole in the wall, maybe he meant what he said. He kissed you like he was trying to say something. “What?” When he responded, thunder drowned him out. He smiled and you could tell what he said next was something different from before.

“I think we ought to call the weather man, I got a perfect name for this hurricane.” He grinned. You bit his lip. 

Crazy man. You grabbed his arm. The upstairs to the restaurant had been used for ‘storage’, but dollars to donuts if it hadn’t been used for fooling around since you were a kid. That thumping up stairs was never seagulls like people said. 

Elvis nearly tripped on the old soggy steps after you. You caught him. Just a second of tripping but see him shook for a moment, that was alright. Like it broke a bit of the rock star, made this lunatic a bit more down to Earth. 

Fighting the door open to the attic was almost as hard as fighting it closed. He heaved. You heaved. Your clothes weren’t even off and you already sounded like two dogs ready to go. Elvis gave a shove with his shoulder. That did the trick.

“I love a man’s man.” You say with a sly little twang. But you couldn’t help but notice he might have banged up his wrist. “Watch it!” Just as he took a step back, you knew he’d just about step into old netting kept up here, and that’d really kill the mood. You caught him before he could fall.

You caught him right on the small of his back. 

How often was it that he looked up like this towards a woman? “How old are you?” Normally when someone asked that, you’d have gotten offended. But, odds are this man didn’t often roll with someone a couple years above his age bracket. Usually, his type only picked cherries but rarely admired the tree it came from. You tasted that soda on your lips again.

You stepped over the netting like a pro, kicking aside some floaty toys so that you could turn on some light up here. Odds are it wouldn’t last too long. The power would get knocked out later… The only source of light was an old OPEN sign. It flashed. 

“I should ask you the same thing. You kiss really eager.” The rain was getting loud. At least the low hum of the jukebox below was smooth. The Platters, they were a good group.

Elvis, with the low illumination of both the flashing neon and the flashing lightning, stepped through various junk, old furniture, enough to get to you. Because boy did he want to get to you. It was shame the roof leaked. “I’m old enough to marry you.”

You smiled at him. In this low pink light, you saw his face better than downstairs in fluorescents. You saw his blue eyes, his soft face and jaw turning as he went for your neck. Funny you came here to get away from the rain, yet water fell in a way that his hair was all in his face.

He leaned you down in a place where you used to sleep. The owner of this place let you up here sometimes when rent got too high at home. But this was different than being laid down by someone you were serving black coffee. This boy ate well. Boy. Did he eat well.

“Elvis,” you grabbed his head. “Jeez, boy, did a ring get stuck up in there? Looking for something?” You couldn’t help it. A giggle turned into a squeal. Shit, this man was turning you into a School girl. When you looked his cheek was rested against your thigh. 

He licked a stripe against you. You shivered. The storm. It was shaking the walls. 

“Get on up here now, I’m not dying with my pants down.” Elvis laughed. God, it was deep, right in his chest. 

Elvis smiled. That half moon grin, if the mood had been hit by a rocket. A crooked little grin. “Can’t die during a song like this, Ms. Summer.” It wasn’t your name. You supposed that’s how a traveling musician operated. They didn’t remember you, they remembered how you felt against them. 

“How come you’re not scared now? A little storm is something, but boy it’s picking up.” 

Elvis knocked the idea around in his head, crawling up to lay down next to you. Your pants were still down. Maybe he just wanted to look down at you now and then, admire it while he could. While the sky threatened to swallow the two of you up. “I pretend too much.” 

He put an arm around you. “The stamps, Great Pretender” he said. He knocked the wood floor next to you, the jukebox still singing Tony Williams proud just a floor below. Right, just singing along. You thought you’d seen him for real for a second, god he sure knew how to make a lady believe. 

The window broke. Elvis ducked like someone had shot it out. He grabbed down right onto your torso, you sat up to catch him. You pet his hair. It wasn’t black, half of that came off onto your hand. 

And yet besides all that he checked to see If any glass had gotten on you. “Just salt in my eyes,” you reassured him. For a while, you didn’t even fool around. For a while, you were just a couple of animals watching a storm by the sea. 

Elvis, Summer, and storm.

—

The two of you were woken up by a holler from the morning shift waitress, a few bandmates waiting by the stairs. You and Elvis had been coiled like snakes. At least he’d pulled your pants up by now. You’d fallen asleep indecent. You wondered how the hell he’d done that. You wondered a lot about him.

But, who were you to ask anything when it wasn’t raining hellfire. 

Elvis went off to his boys, you briefly wondered if you’d be looked back on as a conquest. If he’d tell his buddies he’d fucked you. Men did that sometimes. But, you had a feeling he wouldn’t. Just a feeling you had.

Elvis ordered one more coke before he left down. He asked you to kiss the bottle before he took the first swig. 

Asshole. Sweet man. You’d remember him. 

The OPEN sign flashed.

#Elvis #Elvis Fanfiction #Elvis/reader #Elvisxreader #felt like writing :0 #if u read this hello :)