#neither of them can sit still 💕💕

[rebornofstars]

Hi @kenvamp! Your artwork is so three-dimensional and exquisite and has inspired me to continue creating for this fandom. I admire you a lot, so I wrote this short piece for you as part of the Fan Joy July challenge based on your artwork. I hope that’s okay!

“Stop wriggling.” “I’m not wriggling,” Green said. He tried to turn around to face her as she spoke, but a slender, gloved hand pressed down firmly on the side of his skull to keep him in place. “Ow! Zelda.” “Stop wriggling, then,” she repeated. The brush dug into his scalp as she moved it through his hair, thick and slow and soothing. The steady motions made him feel like he was a child again. He grinned to himself. “Are you going to tell me how you got a knot the size of a bird’s egg in the back of your head?” Zelda asked. “I’m surprised Blue didn’t immediately get out the clippers. You know how he gets about untidiness.” “I ran away from him,” Green admitted, and was rewarded by the warm shake of her laughter where their bodies were pressed together, her ankle against his hip, her knee against his elbow. Zelda tucked some of his hair behind his ear with the brush. “How’d you escape?” she asked. “Didn’t,” he said. “Red took the hit for me.” She stopped brushing. He took the chance to turn around and found her giggling silently into her palms, freckles peeking out from behind the powder on her face, glowing pink stone set into her circlet, ginger-brown and bushy-haired and blue-eyed. His best friend. He could still see the ghost of her at six years old, underneath the pink and white fabric and the thick skirts. At ten years old, at twelve, at fourteen. Let’s go check out the festival together!  He crossed his legs like a schoolchild and smirked at her. “Red tackled Blue and the clippers took off half of his eyebrow. And then Red pulled out his fire rod, and the whole house nearly exploded.” “Oh, goddesses,” she gasped through tears of mirth. The huge satin bow keeping her own hair in check crinkled as laughter wracked her. Green slipped the hairbrush from her fingers and gestured for her to turn around. “It was worse than that time with the cat,” he said. “Come on, it’s your turn.” She pulled on the ribbon to free her hair, still giggling, and he started tugging the bristles through the fuzz at her split ends. “You’ve all got dinner with my father tonight as a thank-you for the whole Vaati business,” she said. “I’m not going to be able to keep it together.” “Oh, no,” realised Green, with completely genuine shock. “The king’s not going to ask about Red’s missing eyebrow, will he?” “Um,” she said, because they both knew how curious her father was. “We should have fun watching them try to explain, at least?” “Stop wriggling,” he instructed, as she tried to turn around. “Zelda!”

Fan Joy July Masterpost

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[kxsagi]

hi babes! i just want to start by saying i absolutely love your writing and i have been left speechless by it and how GOOD IT IS!!! could i request a blue lock nagi x reader (headcanons or one shot whatever you see fit) of nagi dating someone who is very touchy, handsy and their love language is physical touch? like she is happy just touching him jumping on him etc. thank you!!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞”

a/n: two nagi oneshots in a row let’s gooo

also thank you so much, you are so sweet, please take this oneshot as my appreciation 🌸💕

nagi seishiro is a simple man. he likes sleep, games, and snacks. 

and now, he likes you. 

correction: he adores you. 

especially when you're practically hanging off him like a koala twenty-four-seven. 

you’re the kind of girlfriend who doesn’t knock, just walks right in, throws your bag on the floor like it personally offended you, and immediately climbs onto his back like it’s your birthright. and nagi? doesn’t even flinch. he just adjusts his posture so you don’t fall off and keeps playing his game, one arm curled under your legs to hold you in place. 

“you didn’t even say hi,” he mumbles, but you can feel the smile in his voice. 

you squish your cheek into his shoulder blade. “your skin said hi. that counts.” 

he sighs. “lazy.” 

“look who’s talking.” 

but gosh, he loves it. he doesn’t say it often, but he’s a complete sucker for your touchy behavior. it makes him feel wanted, needed, even if you're just poking his face while he’s trying to nap or tangling your legs with his under the kotatsu. 

when you’re walking beside him, your arm always loops through his like you’ll die without contact. sometimes you even swing them dramatically like you're on some sort of romantic anime opening. nagi doesn’t stop you. he just blinks down at your hands, mumbles “mm” like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and lets you drag him around like a big sleepy husband. 

and when you’re on the couch together? you don’t sit on the couch, you melt onto him. across his lap. in his hoodie. on his chest. under his blanket. even if it’s a hundred degrees out, you’ll still find a way to burrow into his arms like a human furnace. 

“aren’t you hot?” he’ll ask. 

“yeah, but your arms are my air conditioning.” 

“… that doesn’t make sense.” 

“neither does my love for you.” 

nagi blinks slowly at the screen, dies in-game, and then kisses the top of your head like he’s been doing it forever. 

also, he never used to hold hands much, but now you’ve trained him like a pro. you’ll sneak your hand into his at random – while grocery shopping, on walks, or while waiting in line – and now he does it without thinking. even once reached for your hand in his sleep, like his body just knew you were too far. 

sometimes you jump on his back and demand he piggybacks you around the house like it’s normal. 

“you’ve got legs,” he mutters as he stands up with you clinging to him like a sleepy monkey. 

“they’re just for aesthetics,” you yawn. 

“cheater,” he says, but again, he doesn’t complain. if anything, he takes the long way to the kitchen. 

and every time you nuzzle into his chest when you’re tired, or tuck your hands into his hoodie sleeves, or wrap your arms around his neck out of nowhere with a sleepy “love you, sei,” he just hugs you tighter. 

because for someone who used to hate effort… loving you feels effortless. 

and having you glued to him like velcro? 

he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

© ��𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[angelbaby-fics]

Daddy stucky x little reader where she loves taking naps especially With her daddies so can you do something where the little one is in a very very young headspace like a few months or a year and they are at the avenger tower but she sleeps most of the time and just wanna near to her daddies

Naptime With Daddies

Word Count: 450

A/N: ohhh this is on of my favorite concepts ever!! i love thinking about this!!!! especially when i'm stuck in public somewhere & i just wanna go to sleep, i just daydream about daddies 💕

Some babies had blankies, others had stuffed animals, a sentimental item that went with them everywhere. You were a bit different though - instead of cloth comforts, your favorite things to snuggle with were your daddies, Bucky and Steve. Any time you had to sleep, you’d prefer it to be in their arms, and if you were in their arms, chances are you’d fall asleep sooner rather than later. You just couldn’t help it, the serenity of knowing how safe you were in their trustworthy embrace, nothing could ever hurt you there. And they didn’t mind it one bit.

With their exceptional strength, either one of them could hold you for hours at a time without getting tired. When he took you grocery shopping, Steve would push the cart with one hand and hold you in the other. If you stayed awake, he’d point to the things he needed, and you’d grab them and toss them in the cart. By the end of the shopping trip, though, you’d usually nodded off, face smooshed into Steve’s shoulder as he checked out. 

Bucky’s chest was more preferable to you than any mattress. The two of you could more often than not be found on the big sofa in the living room, you asleep on him while he read a book or watched a movie, your presence soothing him. If you were still napping in Bucky’s arms by the time he needed to go to a therapy appointment, he’d bundle you up in a blanket and just bring you along. He’d even bought you a cute pair of noise canceling headphones, so you wouldn’t have to hear anything that wasn’t safe for little ears.

All the other Avengers were used to seeing you sleeping through meetings. Sometimes it took all their super strength not to get distracted by how peaceful you looked in Steve’s arms as he tried to get them to pay attention to the mission. Tony would often crack jokes to hide his jealousy; Peter was far too rambunctious to sit through a whole meeting, let alone nap through one. Sometimes you even slept so soundly, you’d make it in and out of the meeting and back home without even waking up. 

Your favorite by far, were the days when neither of them had to work, or shop or do anything at all. These days were somewhat hard to come by, since your daddies were so important and responsible, but every so often the schedules would perfectly align. The only time you’d get up from the bed would be to cuddle on the couch for a while just to get a change of scenery. These were the best naps of all.

[loucifersbitch]

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good” for BuckTommy 💕

featuring some unreliable narrator Buck and bottom Tommy

He hadn't planned it this way. He will swear until his dying day that this is not how he thought the day would go.

"Evan, come on. What the hell -" Tommy says, struggling against the straps binding his wrists and ankles to the chair. "I'm not running away. I promise!"

"I can't take that chance," Buck says, stepping back. "We're gonna talk, and I'll untie you if you're good and actually hear me out this time."

"Evan," Tommy groans, dropping his head back.

"So," Buck pulls up a chair so they're sitting facing each other, "how have you been?"

Tommy looks at him, face completely blank except for the flash of his eyes.

"Great," he says, monotone, glancing down at himself. "Never been better."

Buck sighs. That was a dumb question.

"Right. So, um, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." Might as well just say it. "And I'm tired of missing you. I'm tired of not having you. I'm tired of not sleeping at night because I know I sleep better when you're there. And if you don't want to get back together, that's fine. I'll get over it. But I can't keep dancing around the issue."

"Which issue?" Tommy asks. "The one where I broke things off and ran away? Or the one where we hooked up, I asked to get back together, and then immediately stuck my foot in my mouth and ran away again? Or now when you have me tied to a chair?"

"All of it," Buck starts, getting up and pacing. "I've had a lot of time to think about it, about us. And I know I'm in love with you. And I'm pretty sure you're in love with me. What kind of guy helps his ex escape the US Army and FBI in a stolen helicopter unless he's in love with him, y'know? But then Bobby died and life happened, and I - I should've called, Tommy." He stops pacing, leaning with his hands on the back of his abandoned chair. "I should've called after you left instead of waiting until I needed a favor. And I should've called after the Army released us. Or after the funeral. Or at literally any time between then and -" he looks at their surroundings "- and breaking into your house to tie you up."

He can tell Tommy's staring at him. He doesn't want to look over and see whatever expression is on Tommy's face after all of that though. The silence drags on, time moving so slowly Buck wonders if he was hit by another lightning bolt without realizing.

"Evan," Tommy coaxes, his voice soft. Buck looks at him after a moment, waiting for his fate. "Untie me."

That's fair, really. He walks over, the chasm in his chest opening wider with each step. He wants Tommy but... If he can't have him, it'll hurt, but he'll get over it eventually. Maybe they can even be friends if Buck promises to never break into his house again.

Starting at Tommy's ankles, he undoes the two straps, moving onto the wrists and freeing Tommy completely. Defeated, Buck is ready to leave. He stands up and starts to turn, heading for the front door, but a hand on his elbow stops him.

Letting himself be pulled back, he faces Tommy, expecting to be told off or given a lecture or something. What he doesn't expect is Tommy pulling him into a kiss. He's so shocked, he can't even kiss back. When Tommy pulls back, Buck sways a little, unsteady, but Tommy catches him.

"Sorry," Tommy says, like he has anything to be sorry for. "Was that not okay? I just thought aft- mfph," Buck cuts him off, diving into another kiss.

Buck grabs Tommy's waist, pulling him close before walking them both back toward the bedroom. They must knock into a table because there's a thunk against the wall and something falls to the floor, but neither of them stop to check.

"We still haven't talked," Tommy gasps when Buck leaves his lips to latch onto the side of his neck instead. "I thought you wanted to talk, baby."

"Mm," Buck hums, releasing the skin where he's started a small mark. "Do you want to be my boyfriend again?" he asks, going right back to the same spot, laving over Tommy's pulse in the process.

"Y-yeah, but -"

"Me, too. See? We talked," Buck says, kissing him once more.

Tommy's back hits the closed bedroom door, and Buck crashes into him, feeling the long, hard line of his cock against his thigh. He groans, needing fewer layers between them now.

"Baby," Tommy sighs, kissing Buck and fumbling for the doorknob behind him. The door finally opens, and Tommy pulls him through with a murmured, "Come on."

A few too-long minutes later, Buck pounds into Tommy, draping himself over his back and listening to gorgeous noises Tommy makes. God, he's missed those.

"Missed you, too," Tommy grunts. Buck hadn't realized he'd said that out loud. "Missed this cock, holy shit."

Buck laughs, a little giddy. He feels almost stupid with how much he loves the man underneath him.

"Hold on," he says, uncurling himself from Tommy and pulling out, pushing Tommy onto his back. "Wanna see you."

"Yeah, yeah," Tommy nods, eager to comply. He curses when Buck enters him again, his eyes closing as his mouth drops open in pleasure.

"That's it," Buck breathes, getting his arm under Tommy's knee and pushing his leg up and back, opening him wider. Tommy looks debauched, sweaty and heavy lidded with his hair a complete mess. "Fuck, Tommy, look at you. I love you so much."

"Love you, too, baby," Tommy says, pulling Buck down into a kiss. "Probably shouldn't - ah, yeah - shouldn't say it for the first time when you've got your dick in me, but I didn't get to say it earlier."

Buck laughs again. He hasn't felt this light in months. He drops Tommy's leg and gets a hand around his cock instead, fucking into him while he jerks him off. Tommy cums soon after, pulling at the sheets so hard Buck worries they'll rip. Buck pulls out, fucking his fist until he cums on Tommy, adding to the mess he'd already made.

He takes a few seconds to catch his breath, then says, "Back in a second. Towel."

When they're both mostly clean ("I still need a shower, Evan. I'm not sleeping covered in leftover jizz." "Yeah, yeah, but later.") they hold each other, legs and arms touching as much of each other as they can.

"Hey," Tommy says, placing a finger under Buck's chin and pulling him into a soft kiss, "thanks for breaking in."

He smiles, feeling his cheeks flame.

"Sorry for the whole tying you up thing."

"Mm," he nods. "For future reference, my safeword is Volkswagen."

Buck is going to love this man forever.

[channieschaoscorner]

New Beginnings - Part Two - Stray Kids x female!9th member

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Summary: You’ve made it to the survival show with your best friend but things are changing. You're friendship is turning into something else and its becoming something neither of you can understand.

Genre: Full on angst (I’m so sorry) 💔

A/N: You guys I need to apologise in advance for this one. No joke, I cried at one point writing this. I feel a little bit evil after the first part was a happy ending by my standards.

I also have like 4 more parts planned out for this so it’s turning into its own series (yay for me, not for your feelings.) I really hope you like it and again I’m so sorry but love you all lots 💕

Part one

Part Three

Masterlist

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The practice room clock blinked 1:42 AM. The rest of the group had long since gone home, too exhausted to keep going. You on the other hand were still there as per usual. You were sitting on the floor, rewinding a part of the track, while Chan sat nearby, notebook in his lap, tapping his pen against the page. He’d come in a little while ago, claiming the excuse of needing a change in scenery.

“Alright,” you said, standing and stretching. “I’ve got five more counts to fix. You still stuck on that bridge?”

“No…” Chan scoffed, even though he was absolutely still stuck on that bridge. “I’m almost done.”

“Bet you I finish this choreo before you figure out your lyrics.” You smirked, walking backwards toward the mirror wall.

“What’s the bet?”

“Loser buys snacks for a week.”

“You’re on.”

You turned the music up and jumped back into the steps while Chan hunched over his notebook, furiously scribbling. Every few minutes, you’d sneak glances at each other in the mirror — catching his eye, smiling when he stuck his tongue out at you.

At one point, you messed up a step and groaned loudly.

Chan looked up with a teasing grin. “Need me to help you out, or…?”

“Please,” you laughed, walking over. “Like you can even keep up with me.”

“I kept up with you for years.” His voice softened, and so did yours.

“Yeah… you have.”

A quiet moment stretched between you before you both shook it off with matching smiles.

“Focus, Bang Chan. I’m winning this bet.”

“Yeah, yeah, in your dreams.”

You kept working side by side, the night blurring into comforting warmth and quiet music, and the unspoken truth that neither of you cared who won anymore.

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The clock had slipped past 3AM by the time you finally gave up.

“Okay, truce,” you groaned, collapsing onto the floor with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll buy the snacks. I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“Deal,” Chan chuckled, dropping his notebook and flopping down beside you, shoulder bumping into yours. “But for the record, your choreography’s insane. The kids won’t survive this.”

“They’ll manage. They’ve got you, haven’t they?”

You turned your head, smiling at him, and he felt something tug in his chest. Something he pushed away and ignored.

“Yeah, well… I’ve got you too.”

It came out softer than he intended, and for a second, neither of them moved.

Then you grinned. “Damn right you do.”

You nudged his shoulder and sat up, rummaging through the snack pile you’d gathered. You handed him his favorite without even needing to ask.

“You always remember what I like,” he said, teasing, but something about the way he looked at you lingered. His eyes a little too gentle, a little too full.

“Well, someone’s gotta look after you. You’d live off energy drinks and stress without me.”

You sat cross-legged on the practice room floor, trading snacks and teasing each other, swapping old stories from your trainee days. Like the nights you snuck extra practice time, the times you had covered for each other, the little victories no one else had seen.

When you laughed at one of his jokes, Chan found himself watching you instead of laughing. The light in your eyes, the way your legs curled to the side, the warmth you carried like it was stitched into your skin. He didn’t realize how long he stared until you caught him.

“What?” You tilted your head and looked at him curiously.

He blinked. “Nothing. I’m just glad you’re here.”

You offered him a soft smile. “I’m not going anywhere, Chan.”

And you both believed that so easily.

Neither of you ready to admit the way your hearts beat too fast in these small, unspoken moments.

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The room was buzzing with anticipation as the Stray Kids members sat in a circle, waiting for JYP’s announcement. The survival show had already pushed you all to your limits, but today felt different, something unexpected was coming.

JYP entered the room, his usual calm presence settling over everyone. His eyes scanned the group, before his eyes settled on you. “Alright, everyone, I’ve been thinking about the next challenge. We’ve seen how you all work as a team, but now, I want to see how the two of you will collaborate.”

You caught Chan’s eye for a split second, your stomach fluttering. You tried not to let the nervousness show.

JYP continued, “So for this next stage, Chan and Y/N, I want you two to perform a duet. You’ll have to work together, not just as friends but as leaders. I want to see how well you can communicate and create something meaningful together.”

A sudden hush fell over the room. You could feel the weight of JYP’s words pressing down on you.

You and Chan.

A duet.

Together.

In theory it made sense. You had worked together as friends for years, as teammates, you shouldn’t be nervous but this was something else entirely. A duet was a performance that required you to put complete faith and trust in your partner.

“This stage is going to be emotional.” JYP continued, oblivious to the shift in the room. “I’m not going for something high-energy. I want to see how you both can bring vulnerability and depth. Show us something more. I believe in you two, so I expect you to deliver.”

The challenge hung between you and Chan, like a heavy weight neither of you could lift. It wasn’t just a performance. It was a test of what you could handle, and, more importantly, how much you were willing to expose. The vulnerability that JYP asked for wasn’t something you were used to. But now, it seemed inevitable, you were going to be forced to bare your soul on stage for everyone to see.

Chan’s gaze met yours, and for a moment, everything around you felt like it was in slow motion. The excitement that bubbled up inside you only added to the strange tension you couldn’t place. Was he feeling it too? You didn’t know. You both quickly looked away, pretending to play it cool, but inside, you were both trying to figure out what this meant.

Chan forced a smile, though you could tell it didn’t reach his eyes. “Alright, let’s do this,” he said, trying to make it sound easy. But his voice cracked just a little, and it made your heart race in a way you couldn’t explain.

“Are you two nervous?” Changbin asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed your stiff postures.

“Of course not,” you laughed, but it sounded a little forced even to your own ears. “We’ve got this.”

But even as you said those words, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

JYP smiled knowingly. “Good. I’m looking forward to seeing what you both come up with. Take your time, practice together, and figure it out.”

As JYP left the room, the younger members began to chat excitedly, their energy bouncing off the walls. You and Chan stayed silent. The sudden, unexpected reality of what had just been assigned to the two of you was starting to settle in and what it could mean not just for the group but for both of you if you failed.

Failure wasn’t an option, you decided.

No matter what was going to happen.

Later on, when you arrived for your first practice, you found Chan already sitting by the speakers.

“You beat me.” You teased, but it did nothing to ease the tension that had settled in you earlier on.

He smiled, but you could tell it was forced.

You opened your mouth to speak again but hesitated, you didn’t actually have anything to say but you desperately wanted to cut through the silence.

Chan’s eyes dropped to your hands, you were pulling the sleeves down, it was a nervous habit that he’d picked up on a few years ago. His stomach flipped uncomfortably at the thought of you being nervous with him.

“I think I’ve found a song for us to do.” He hit play without waiting for you to reply. You nodded along as the lyrics filled the room. It was emotional, filled with words of longing and love but also fear of losing their person. It was…

“Perfect.” You said, when the song ended.

“Do you think so?” Chan’s hand drifted up to his earlobe, twisting the earring that sat in it.

Your eyes narrowed slightly when he did so, was he nervous as well?

“It will be if we can pull it off.” You pushed through the nerves bubbling in your stomach.

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Over the next few days, you had settled into a more comfortable rhythm with each other. The initial awkwardness of having to be so emotional with each, pushed aside as the need to perform well consumed you both.

With the rest of the group preoccupied with their own challenge, you and Chan had been spending nearly every hour of your days together. It was a good thing that you were already friends before this as spending this amount of time with anyone would have most people ready to take each other's heads off from the pressure of it all.

Not you two though, thankfully you had become quite used to living out of each other's pockets in your earlier years when you had been each other's only friend.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been rehearsing today, only that it was dark when you arrived and it was dark now you’d seen when you went to the bathroom earlier. It was easy to lose track of time in the practice room. Caught up in the rehearsals and each other's presence, it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

“You’re going to kill me.” Chan groaned from the floor.

“You’ll live.” You walked over to him holding a water bottle, you nudged his leg with your foot.

He sat up wordlessly, taking the bottle off you with a nod. You ignored his hand brushing over yours, choosing instead to crack your knuckles as if that could remove the tingling sensation left there.

You sat down next to him, too aware that he was still staring at you and you shifted uncomfortably. Desperate to break whatever this feeling was, as Chan takes a long drink from his water bottle, you snatched it out of his hand mid-sip.

“Hey!” he coughs, laughing.

“What? Sharing is caring.” You grin, purposely taking an exaggerated sip.

“You better hope I don’t catch your germs.”

“Maybe I want you to.” It slips out too quickly, too easily, too… too much.

He holds your gaze for a second too long of eye contact.

Your smirk falters.

His gaze drops to the bottle in your hand, then back to your face. Neither of you says anything. You toss it back, and stand up quickly, walking back to your phone to turn the song back on.

“Come on, let’s run this again.”

Chan stands up, ready to jump back into rehearsal mode, ignoring the fact that his pulse is a little faster than it should be.

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*3 days until the final performance*

The final performance day was growing closer and closer.

You and Chan have been pushing yourselves to the limit. Only taking breaks from your own rehearsal to check in with the others and help them with their challenges. It took much needed energy out of you but neither of you complained out loud, all too aware of the responsibility on your shoulders.

This responsibility meant that you kept pushing your own practices back later and later until it was almost morning by the time you would finish up, head back to the dorms and get back up to do it all over again.

Tonight was no different.

The fluorescent lights hummed softly above you, casting a gentle glow over the near-empty practice room. It was one of those late nights again. The kind where exhaustion seeped into your bones, where your muscles ached and burned, and yet neither of you could quite bring yourselves to leave.

You sat on the floor against the mirror, legs stretched out, you head tipped back against the glass. A dull, persistent headache throbbed behind your eyes, made worse by the tight pull of your ponytail. You winced as you shifted accidentally catching some of your hair, you closed your eyes in an effort to block out the light for a few seconds of relief as Chan knelt nearby, rummaging through his bag for his water bottle.

He noticed your discomfort immediately.

“You okay?” His voice was soft, almost hoarse from hours of use.

You gave him a tired smile, your hand lazily reaching up to rub the back of your neck. “Headache.”

Chan hesitated for a second, his gaze lingering on you, watching the way your brow furrowed and your shoulders slumped. Without a word, he moved closer, gently batting your hand away.

“Here,” he murmured, kneeling in front of you.

Before you could argue, his fingers brushed against the nape of your neck, tugging carefully at the scrunchie that held your hair back tightly. His touch was careful, a little clumsy. Too intimate for something so simple. You closed your eyes at the warmth of his fingertips.

The soft, worn fabric slid free, and your hair spilled down around your shoulders. The release made you sigh involuntarily. A soft, relieved sound, and Chan felt it like a warm ache in his chest.

“There.” he said quietly, his fingers lingering a beat too long before pulling away.

You opened your eyes, blinking at him. The look between you both was heavy, something unspoken settling in the air around you.

He broke first, eyes falling down the scrunchie in his hand. He hesitated for a second before he tucked it into his pocket without waiting for permission, as if it had always belonged there. And maybe it did. You didn’t object either way, a single thought drifted in the back of your head that you were happy he kept it but you weren’t sure why.

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*2 days until the performance*

It was late. Too late, really. The only light in the practice room came from the dimming bulbs overhead which were absolutely going to need to be replaced from how much time the two of you were spending in here. The glow of your phones offered little lighting in the corner of the room. Both of you had been going for hours now, working through every single step, every little move, every note, perfecting it all for the survival show. But your body was beginning to protest, exhaustion creeping in.

You rubbed your arms, trying to get some warmth back into your cold skin. The chill in the air wasn’t helping, and you found yourself shivering, despite how much you had been moving earlier. It wasn’t that you had forgotten to bring a jacket, you had but gave it to Jeongin earlier who had forgotten his even though you reminded him this morning before you left the dorms. Now though in the stillness of the practice room, it was hard to ignore.

Chan, however, was still going, focused on the moves, gliding across the floor with ease, but you could tell his attention was partially on you. He kept glancing over at you, his eyes narrowed slightly in concern as he noticed you rubbing your arms again.

“Hey,” he said, finally turning toward you. His voice was soft, but there was an edge of worry to it. “You okay? You’re shivering.”

You gave him a small smile, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine. Just a little cold. I’ll be okay.”

He didn’t seem convinced. There was something about the way he looked at you, his eyes lingering for just a second too long, that made your chest tighten.

“Hold on a second,” he said, walking over to his bag, pulling out his hoodie. It was oversized on him, the dark fabric a bit worn at the cuffs, but it still had a comforting familiarity to it. You weren’t sure why, but just the thought of him giving you his hoodie made something stir in your chest.

He held it out to you, a gentle smile on his lips. “Here. It’s cold in here. You can wear this.”

You hesitated for a moment, looking at the hoodie. Something about it felt so intimate, like a quiet offering of care that you weren’t sure you were ready for. You had spent years being close to Chan, always side by side, but this was different. There was a subtle tension in the air now, a strange pull between you that you weren’t sure how to describe.

“Thanks.” you said quietly, taking the hoodie from him, your fingers brushing against his for a second. The brief contact sent a jolt through you, and you quickly pulled the hoodie over your head, the fabric swallowing you in its warmth.

As soon as you slipped your arms into the sleeves, you could feel the familiar, comforting presence of Chan’s scent. It was like a shield, like a piece of him that was now wrapped around you. You didn’t know why, but something about wearing his hoodie made your heart race just a little faster.

You looked up at him and saw that he was watching you closely, his gaze soft, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something you didn’t quite understand. He looked… pleased? Maybe even a little proud, but it wasn’t just that. There was something deeper, something unspoken, a quiet kind of longing that lingered between you.

“You look good in it.” Chan said, the words coming out softer than usual, almost shy.

You felt your cheeks warm at the compliment, and you smiled, a little embarrassed. “Thanks.”

There was a brief silence, both of you standing there, not quite sure what to say next. But the tension between you was palpable now, the distance between friends blurring. It was still subtle, but it was there, hanging in the air.

“I’m glad it fits.” he added, and you could tell he was trying to make it sound casual, trying to downplay the strange energy that seemed to have settled around you both. But his eyes were still on you, and you couldn’t ignore the way his fingers absently tugged at the sleeve of his own hoodie, almost like he wanted to pull you closer but didn’t know how to.

“Yeah,” you replied, tugging the sleeves down over your hands. “It’s perfect.”

He smiled, but there was something in his smile that felt a little too heavy. It lingered a little too long, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling the same thing you were — that strange, unexplainable pull between the two of you that you were feeling more and more as these practices went on.

You should have said something, anything, to break the tension. But instead, you both stayed there, silent, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest but neither of you spoke, the words too difficult, too tangled in the space between you.

You couldn’t explain why, but in that moment, wearing his hoodie felt like the closest thing to being wrapped up in his arms. The idea of that alone made your cheeks burn, and for a second you were scared that he would know exactly what you were thinking about.

As you both returned to your positions without a word to continue rehearsing, you caught him stealing glances at you. Every time you caught his eye, you quickly looked away, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks again.

“It’s just a hoodie.” You kept telling yourself but you knew it wasn’t. It was everything. The way he cared for you, the way he always looked after you. You didn’t understand it, but you knew that it was something you didn’t want to lose

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*Final rehearsal*

It had been a long night of rehearsals. Endless runs of choreography, fine-tuning the moves for the performance tomorrow. You could feel your body aching and protesting from the exertion, but the weight on your chest was made heavier by the other person in the room.

You were hyper-aware of the space between you and Chan, of the quiet tension that had been building for days. To say it was confusing you would be an understatement. This had never happened between the two of you before, you’d always felt comfortable with him but now? Every moment alone felt charged, like there was a bigger force behind what was happening and you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t talk to the one person that you would do normally, how do you tell your best friend that your friendship is starting to make your head hurt?

Chan stood across from you, sweat beading on his brow, his breath coming slightly faster than usual. His eyes met yours for a brief second, and you froze. The moment stretched on, like a pulled rubber band that was about to snap, but neither of you moved, neither of you spoke.

Chan’s gaze dropped to his feet for a second, and you felt an inexplicable urge to break the silence, to say anything to break this strange, heavy feeling in the air. But before you could find your voice, Chan stepped closer, the space between you narrowing.

“Let’s run it again,” he said, his voice low, a little breathless.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, your heart racing as your eyes followed his every movement. He was so close now, too close, but neither of you seemed to back away. It was like your bodies were drawn to each other without your permission.

You forced your feet backwards, ignoring what felt like your own nerves protesting against you and found your starting position. He remained still, watching you carefully, he knew you were on edge and wish you’d tell him why. It was driving him insane, he wanted to ask you what was wrong but was afraid of the answer you would give him.

He shook his head, as if he could shake the stress straight out of it and found his own position. The music kicked in and the two of you began to move. Despite what you both were feeling, you couldn’t deny that you performed well together. Countless months of training as trainees had meant that you were familiar with each other's movements. The only difference in this routine was the meaning behind it, the powerful lyrics about love and longing were dragging up something in the both of you that neither of you had been prepared for, and so you both continued to shove it away and pretend it didn’t exist.

The final moment in the performance was always hard to pull away from. It ended with one of Chan’s hands on your waist and the other holding your face. Your own hands rested on his chest. The more it was rehearsed, the harder and harder it became to force yourself to step out of his embrace.

The music ended and once again, in his arms you felt suspended in time, your body held close by him, the feeling of his chest rising and falling under your fingertips. The music had faded into a quiet hum. Both of you were standing there, breathing in sync, eyes locked for a second too long.

You felt his hand on your waist, his fingers warm through the fabric of your clothes. You stood there, unwilling to move and tired of arguing with yourself that you needed to step away. The moment stretched on, thicker than any choreography you’d rehearsed before. Something felt different. Your chest tightened, and your heart picked up speed, as if it could escape your ribcage at any moment. You were terrified that he could hear in, no idea how you could explain this if he could.

Chan didn’t move, didn’t break the connection. Neither of you dared to speak, both of you caught in the tension that hummed between you like static electricity. His fingers flexed and gripped your waist tighter. His thumb moved ever so slightly on your cheek, so fleeting he could argue that it didn’t happen at all.

His eyes flickered to your lips, and just for a brief moment, everything stopped completely. The air was so thick you felt dizzy, certain that without his grip you’d have fallen in seconds. The closeness, the quiet, the stillness overwhelming.

It was almost too much to bear.

And then, so gently, so slowly, as though drawn in by an invisible force, Chan leaned forward. His lips brushed against yours, like a soft whisper, barely a touch, like a question that didn’t need to be answered. His breath mixed with yours, warm and uncertain, leaving you paralyzed for a moment, unsure if it was even real.

You felt the ghost of his lips against yours, soft and fleeting, and then it was over.

He pulled back, but still neither of you moved. You were both frozen, staring at each other as if you’d crossed some kind of invisible line. The reality of what had just happened hung between you like a dense fog. Neither of you could breathe properly, the weight of the moment pressing down harder with every passing second. You could feel the cracks starting to appear between you.

“I—” Chan’s voice cracked slightly, as though he were trying to find the words, but they weren’t coming.

You opened your mouth to speak, to say anything, but no words came. Your throat felt tight, like it was holding something back, something too heavy to say out loud.

“Sorry.” Chan muttered, his voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to—”

You shook your head, your hand instinctively going to your lips, the heat of the moment still burning.

“It’s… it’s okay. I don’t know what��” Your voice faltered, and you could hear your heartbeat hammering in your ears, loud and deafening.

Neither of you knew what to say.

“I just… I need a minute,” you said quickly, your breath shaky as you stepped back from him. You couldn’t stay in the same room with him, not now, not after that. You were too scared, too confused.

Chan nodded, his hand dropping from your waist, clenching into a fist at his side. “Yeah. Me too. I just… I didn’t—”

You didn’t wait for him to finish. You grabbed your things quickly, your hands trembling as you shoved them into your bag. Every movement felt clumsy, like you were trying to outrun something you couldn’t understand. You didn’t dare look at him, not now. Not after that.

Chan opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but he didn’t. He just nodded slowly, his face strained, as if he was trying to understand everything just as much as you were.

You didn’t look back when you walked out of the practice room. The cold air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, but it didn’t do anything to calm the storm inside your chest. You felt your heart pounding, your thoughts a whirlwind.The kiss had been so soft, so fleeting, almost like it hadn't happened, and yet, it had managed to change everything.

What had that kiss been? Why did it feel like everything was changing between you two, and why did it terrify you so much? You were scared. You were scared that you’d lost him. Scared that if you let yourself feel what you wanted to feel, you’d ruin the one thing you’d always relied on.

No.

It was nothing, right?

Nothing but a slip-up.

You repeated that like a mantra to yourself, ignoring how your chest ached, your thoughts swirling, your heart tangled in the mess of emotions you didn’t have words for. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. You didn’t know if you were relieved that it was over so quickly or terrified of what it could mean. You didn’t know if you’d be able to face him again tomorrow without feeling the weight of what had just happened.

An image of the performance tomorrow in front of the others appeared and you banished it far from your mind, as far as it could possibly go.

The thought of losing him, of messing up what you had. It terrified you more than you wanted to admit. You wanted him so badly, and that terrified you too. You couldn’t lose him. Not like this. Not after everything the two of you had been through but you couldn’t stop going back to it.

How could you possibly stop thinking about it?

He had kissed you.

No matter how hard you tried, how hard you pushed them away, it kept coming back. The closeness, the feeling of his lips against yours. It was soft, gentle but there was something hovering behind it. Something full of longing, full of things unsaid.

And it terrified you.

You didn’t know what that kiss meant but you knew one thing:

You couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen, couldn’t pretend that you didn’t want to kiss him again, that you didn't want to turn around run right back in there to him and despite all of that, you knew you were going to have to.

So for the first time in years, you walked home alone. You kept pushing yourself forward, reminding yourself how much of a mess this would cause if you admitted the truth, admitted how you actually felt, what it would do to you both so you ran.

Ran further away from the JYPE building, further away from that stupid practice room and further away from him.

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Sunday lunch

889 words | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: You have lunch with guests at Joel’s house. Neither you nor Joel are able to behave

Warnings: 18+ mdni. age gap (reader in her early 20s, Joel in his late 40s), infidelity, twisted relationship, daddy kink, possessiveness, spanking, oral and cum eating (m), piv, creampie

a/n: same “couple”: Owned collection. Can be read alone, but I recommend to read the “Owned” ficlet first Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕 and @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

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You were sitting between your boyfriend and Joel, squeezed, so that you could all fit around a small table. Brushing Joel’s leg with yours regularly, until you couldn't help but slide your hand down to his crotch. Just to be sure he was already hard. Thinking about how good he always fucked you. You thought he might be embarrassed to feel your hand on him, especially with another couple- Joel’s neighbors, facing the three of you. But he grabbed your hand firmly, holding you against his hard cock. No one noticed, and the forbiddenness of this situation soaked your panties a little more. 

Determined to test his limits, you went to the bathroom and removed your panties, keeping them tight in your fist when you came back to the table. His hand grabbed your thigh under the table as soon as you sat down, as if these few minutes away from him and his sight had already been too much. You slipped your wet garment into his hand, forcing him to take a long, slow breath.

When you got up to bring the plates in the kitchen and get the cake, your boyfriend and the neighbors stayed at the table, while Joel stood up. As you opened the fridge, you felt Joel's chest press against your back, making you moan.

“You like teasing me in front of him, huh?” he asked in a low voice, desire mixed with abruptness, his hand grabbing your mound from behind while the other was keeping you pressed against him.

��Is that why your pussy’s so wet? You like being naughty?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered.

“You know how much I wanna fuck you, right now? Right here? Just to remember who you belong to? Who owns you?”

His hard cock was pressed against your ass, his hand now on your waist, and you couldn’t help but moan, watching the door out of the corner of your eye, even though you could still hear the conversation between the neighbors and your boyfriend.

“Come here,” he growled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the pantry, closing the door behind you both.

He unzipped his jeans, taking out his hard cock, glistening with precum.

“Turn around,” he growled, and without waiting for you to do so, he spun you around, face against the wall. He lifted your skirt and thrust into your cunt in one go, grunting against your ear.

“Joel!” you whined, your walls spread wide abruptly by his thick cock.

“My baby girl is such a tease. Grabbing my cock during lunch, giving me those panties, when my son’s sitting right next to you? Fuckin’ naughty girl.”

He fucked you hard, his forearm pressed against your upper back, chasing his orgasm without seeming to care about yours.

“Did he fuck you this morning?” he asked in the hollow of your ear.

“No… no, he fucked me during the night.”

You didn't know how to interpret the heavy growl that came from his chest. Hornyness? Jealousy? You hoped it was both, and felt a new flow drip from your pussy, soaking his cock.

“Damn, baby girl… You like to make me jealous, huh? Drippin’ like a fucking faucet. You get so wet for him?”

“Just when I think about you, daddy.”

“Christ…”

He spanked your ass twice, making you clench on his shaft.

“That's fuckin’ twisted, baby,” he replied, still thrusting into you, spreading your walls that couldn’t get used to his fat cock, no matter how many times he had fucked you already.

“You think about me when he fucks you? Do you need to think about me to come?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered.

His hot cum spurted out, coating your walls. He was breathing loudly, catching his breath, and pulled away suddenly, spreading your ass cheeks and knelt to lap at your wet hole. Drinking your slick and his own desire, his tongue buried in your pussy and his nose pressed against your tight ring.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

You brushed your clit with your finger, twirling it under your skin, and only a few seconds were enough before you came on his tongue. Dizzy with desire. 

He stood up and turned you around, grabbing the back of your neck with his large hand, pressing his tongue against yours. When he pulled away slightly, his dark stare locked with yours. Filled with possessiveness.

“I wanna know, each time he fucks you in my house. I wanna know, cause I wanna fuck you right after, and fill you with my cum. Ya hear me?”

You nodded, your eyes moving from his, to his nose, to his lips still shiny with your arousal.

“Now you're gonna be a good girl, and go sit back at the table. I'm gonna keep these panties. And when I’ll jerk off tonight, your smell in my nose, I’ll think of how I fucked you, here, with him in the next room.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He stepped closer to you, his body pressing against  yours, your back flush with the pantry wall, and slid his hand against your puffy cunt. You flinched when he brushed your clit, before bringing his finger to your mouth. You sucked on it, not taking your eyes off him.

“Good girl,” he said, brushing your cheek. “No cake could ever taste as good as this pussy.”

Same "couple": Owned collection

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[revelboo]

Thanks to you and other people, I now have a BLOKEES addiction and have so many BLOKEES while I sit here waiting for the next Defender Wave with Roddi and Shockwave (and most importantly, Soundwave with his favorite children). Just for that, you get a picture of my recent purchase of the Galaxy 07 Transformers One Wave two figures

~~and my undying wish and prayer that they make a blurr figure soon. I want my speedy boi~~

Ahhh! Mine arrived today, too! 💕

Hot To Go! Pt 1

Blurr x Reader

• Venting as Waspinator and Sky Byte begin loudly complaining about bots with organic altmodes being discriminated against, Blurr makes a note to cut the two of them off. Doubts Waspinator is overenergized enough to actually cause a problem, but Sky Byte isn’t as intimidated by everything as Waspinator is. They’ll either start something or just start singing karaoke. Which is as likely to start a brawl as anything else since neither one of them should ever be allowed to try to sing except as a means of psychological torture.

• Turning, he begins mixing a drink for Tankor, listening to the noise of the bar around him. Everything so slow after the war that it still doesn’t seem real, feels like he’s the only one at speed, the world around him standing still until he’s forced to slow down, too. No war, no danger. He’s proud of this place, but sometimes he thinks about racing again. About that sizzle of excitement and danger. Pushing himself past his limits to prove he’s the fastest. Knows there’s been talk about reinstating the Iacon 500, but there’s just as many against it as for it. Anything that’s too much a reminder of before, of something the Senate sponsored or approved of, makes everyone uneasy. Everyone finding a new normal and some wanting to go back to the way things had been, tensions high and only getting worse every day.

• Pain shreds you apart, eviscerating you alive until you can’t even scream. One moment driving, the next, agony so intense you can’t think, can’t breathe. And when that bright rending abruptly ends, you plop underwater and you really can’t breathe. Kicking to the surface, coughing and spitting, because this isn’t water, it’s viscous and glowing. Throwing your arms against the side of whatever you’re swimming in, you scrub at your burning eyes. And stare up at a big, blue robotic monster.

• Frozen, staring at the impossible little organic swimming in Tankor’s drink, Blurr glances at his nearest patron to see if you’re just a hallucination. No, Waspinator is gaping at you, mandibles spreading slightly. And you look at him, right in the optics with uncanny intelligence and your little face is so eerily Cybertronian. Watches you look around slowly, mouth trembling right before you screech at processor scrambling decibels. Shoving away from the edge of the glass and going under again, flailing and coughing when you resurface. “Everyone’s seeing this? Not just me? Good,” he mutters, dipping his servos into the glass to fish you out. And you weigh nothing as your terrified sputtering resolves into frightened chirping. You’re warm against his servos, little heart racing. What are you and where did you just come from? “Anybody know if organics teleport?” He asks and Sky Byte just shakes his head, mystified. ‘I’m not drinking something some nasty organic’s been soaking in,’ Tankor growls and he ignores the other mech, gently depositing you on his bar rag and he immediately has to catch you when you try to run straight off the edge of the bar in your terror.

• There’s giant, growling monsters everywhere. Pushing and squirming to try and get out of the blue one’s grip, you lean away when he grabs a rag and starts patting you dry, growling to a horrifying bug monster. Is the one sitting beside him a robot shark? Maybe you’re having a mental breakdown. Or dreaming. But you can taste the bite of whatever that glowing stuff you fell in was, smell the faintly metallic spice of the monster holding you and feel the warmth of his big hand. And you’re not that creative, your dreams never this detailed. Gasping as you’re lifted up to the blue robot’s face, listening his rough growling, you whimper. Because this can’t be real. He can’t be real. Realizing you’re chanting that, whispering ‘this isn’t real’ over and over as your heart races.

They’re making friends

[jun3ee]

Smile for the camera

A/N: If you see the watermark and say smt- I’m hiding under your bed..ANYWAYS this was very rushed and last second, this request was from like a month ago so I’m so damn sorry, I’ll try to make a better vers but this is all I got, it’s just a short lil drabble 💕😪

MDNI ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈ✩‧₊˚ੈ✩‧₊˚

I stare at the request in disbelief, everyone knew who Tom was at this point, he was such a major part in the industry.. Obviously not only known for his looks, but the serious length he had that got everyone infatuated. The way he fucked on camera was enough to get any living and breathing woman wet.. Maybe it was just dramaticized? He couldn't really be that good, right?  Oh god was I wrong…

“Say it again”

“I-I can’t!” 

I choke out, not even able to think from the way he’s ramming every single inch of his thick, veiny cock into my sopping cunt. His large hands dug deeply into my waist in a firm, bruising hold. Not letting go for the life of himself as the rhythm of his thrusts only get faster and faster, fucking me so well as whiny moans leave my parted lips, I was never this sloppy and pathetic…Shying away from the camera as he pulls my hair back,

“Tell them how good I’m fucking this little pussy, hm?”

“M-Mgh..” I choke out, gripping onto anything I can as his heavy balls slam against my sensitive clit with every thrust as I let out a yelp. Tom glances at the camera and looks at my fucked-out face, all that pretty makeup smudged, little beads of sweat forming as he smirks, watching my tight pussy stretch out on his thick cock, leaving a rough slap on my ass causing me to let out a whimper, slaps of skin and unholy moans filling the room as his pace mercilessly increases,

“Look at yourself, s’ch a fuckin’ slut, hm?”

He murmurs, his hand gripping my waist tightly as his other hand reaches out, pulling my head back and grasping my chin with his calloused hand, forcing me to look up and into his darkened eyes as he keeps thrusting harshly, watching my face hopelessly contort with pleasure as he smirks, his thick cock re-arranging my insides with a slight sting as my sopping-wet core adjusts. Every inch of his cock stuffed into my little cunt followed by him tracing hickeys on the crook of my neck and down my back.

“Fortfahren” (“Go ahead”)

He purrs out, abruptly stopping and sitting back… I should’ve remembered that damn script.. It was too late now.. How could I even remember when he was fucking me this good?

“H-Huh?” I choke out, glancing back at him as I whine from the sudden stop

“Fuck yourself with my cock, doll”

With no hesitation he pulls me on him, his length deeply buried in my core as I weakly bounce up and down, my legs already giving up as his girthy tip hits my cervix, his hand finding itself to my waist and guiding me, meanwhile his other hand snakes down my body, rubbing my neglected clit slowly and roughly as I let out a soft whimper. Looking directly into my eyes with his intimidating, darkened brown orbs, making me even more weaker than I already was.

“Atta’ girl” He says with a mouthy smirk, flicking his lip piercing, watching me as I whine pathetically moan on his cock.. At this point, neither of us cared about the script.. “Keep going slow f’me darling.. Don’t want you breaking down on me, do I?” 

“M-Mhmm..” I drag out… How pathetic I was to think he would take it slow? He abruptly starts thrusting up, holding my hips in place as he lets out a chuckle, his v-line flexing, the veins in his forearms popping, his cock coated with my slick as he keeps thrusting up into my tight little pussy, lewd sloshing sounds coming from the both of us as he holds me still,

“Mm- Tell them who’s fucking ya’ doll” Tom grunts out, his thrusting only getting rougher and rougher as he feels my walls tighten around his thick cock,

“I-I can’t” I choke out “P-Please”

“Such a fucking slut f’my cock this whole time and you cant even say my name? Yes you can” 

He groans out, still thrusting mercilessly as he looks directly into my eyes, his cock glistening with a coat of my slick.

“T-Tom K-Kaulitz..” I cry out, throwing my arms over his shoulder for stability, helplessly..

“C-Couldn’t hear ya’” He murmurs with a smirk, his thrusting getting more erratic as he reaches his climax, his face scrunching up slightly as he rides out his waves of pleasure, his cock throbbing inside of me as he shoots his thick white ropes of cum deep into my tight pussy with a groan, watching it drip down the sides of his shaft as it overfills me, fucking his seed into my cunt as his hips roll up slowly…

“T-Tom...K-Kaulitz..!”

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hiii :D would u be willing to make a 2012 leo x fem reader where reader is very dense to leo's obvious crush on her? And everyone else knows it and tries to be his wingman but reader just doesn't get it until he spells it out for her? Ofc if u don't want to you can ignore! I love your work xoxo 💕

We Just Have To Set The Mood (Fluff)

2012!Leonardo x reader

A/N: Finally got around to do this one! I decided to have a little fun and write it from the other’s perspective, just to try something a little different. I had a hard time doing it so Leo actually spelled it out to the reader, so I decided to focus on the wingman aspect of your request. I started to get a little bit of a writer's block towards the end, but I really wanted to get this finished for you💙 Hope you’ll enjoy anyway💙

Warnings: None💙

“Is she blind or something?”, Raph whispered in utter disbelief, watching you and Leo on the couch from his and Donnie’s hiding spot behind a pillar, their eyes following the movements of the two of you as you casually talked. Well, you at least seemed casual. Leo on the other hand looked like a love lost puppy, with practically bright pink hearts for eyes and a dreamy smile smeared over his face, as he listened to you talk. “I mean, look at him. He follows her around like a lost puppy! How has she not noticed?!”

“It’s (Y/N) we’re talking about, Raph”, Donnie reminded his brother. “This is the same girl that literally has been oblivious to Leo’s crush for years now. Have you forgotten the time Leo thought he had asked her out on a date, but then she brought April along, thinking it was a casual get together?”

“Don’t remind me”, Raph mumbled. “He was a sighing mess for two weeks, and he really wanted me to ask about it”.

“Did you ask him about it?”, Donnie questioned, raising a brow muscle.

“Of course not”, Raph said, neither he nor Donnie noticing the orange clad bundle of joy, silently making his way to his brothers from behind. “If I ask about it once, he will expect me to ask about it again another day”.

“What are we talking about?”, Mikey’s voice suddenly sounded behind the two brothers, causing them to do a little jump in surprise. So much for being a ninja, and you can’t even hear your little brother casually walking up behind you.

“Leo and (Y/N)”, Donnie said, sparing Raph from the madness. “They are talking, but (Y/N) is still as oblivious as always”.

“You’re joking”, Mikey said in disbelief, peeking out from his brothers’ hiding spot, to see the scene unfolding on the couch. He could practically hear Leo’s heart beat in his chest as you spoke, his hands fiddling with themselves in an effort to keep himself calm. Damn, he was struck hard.

“How long have they been sitting there?”, Mikey asked.

“An hour or two”, Raph answered. “And nothing has happened, other than Leo looking like an absolute fool”.

“We have to do something”, Mikey said, suddenly sounding like a man on a mission, making Raph’s eyes widen in fear for what his little brother may have had in mind. Donnie on the other hand just seemed sceptical.

“There’s not much we can do”, Donnie said, placing his hands on his hips. “Leo has specifically asked us not to let (Y/N) know, and so far he doesn’t seem like he’s ready to tell her”.

“Nobody has to tell anybody anything”, Mikey smiled, already having an idea in mind. “We just have to set the mood”.

“And how are we supposed to do that?”, Raph asked, crossing his arms, seeming not the least bit convinced by Mikey’s words. “We live in a sewer, for crying out loud”.

With a smile Mikey turned to his brother in red, before wiggling his brow muscles. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”, was all he said, before slipping out of his brothers’ hiding spot, making his way across the room, heading straight for the kitchen.

Watching in confusion and curiosity, Donnie and Raph’s eyes followed Mikey as he made his way through the living area, past you and Leo. You, only seeming lightly aware of Mikey’s presence in the room, and Leo focused on nothing else but you.

It didn’t take long before Mikey came back from the kitchen, with a pack of chocolate in his hand. With a small skip in his step, Mikey made his way towards the couch, before taking a seat next to Leo on the opposite side of you, causing the older turtle to shoot him an annoyed look. The last thing Leo wanted right now, was for his brothers to ruin what small moments he got to spend alone with you.

“So”, Mikey said, opening the pack of chocolate in his hands. “How are you two doing today?” Out of the corner of his eye, Mikey could see both Raph and Donnie facepalm. But they did not know what Mikey had planned, and therefore Mikey was comfortable in his actions.

“We’re good, Mikey”, you smiled, not noticing the daggers Leo was staring at his youngest brother. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m good”, Mikey smiled, holding up the chocolate. “Just about to enjoy myself a treat”.

“Mikey”, Leo suddenly said, almost in a warning tone, trying to find a reason to get Mikey away from the main living area, so he could be alone with you again. “Didn’t you have that thing to do in your room?”

“What thing?”, Mikey asked, acting like he had no clue what Leo was talking about. But he knew exactly what Leo was trying to do.

“That thing you talked about earlier today”, Leo said, giving his brother a warning look.

“Oh!”, Mikey suddenly exclaimed, acting like Leo had reminded him of something. “You’re right! That thing!”

Mikey quickly got up from the couch, before springing towards his room, and the pillar Raph and Donnie still stood hiding behind. You and Leo giggled at each other, when you saw that Mikey had left his chocolate behind, however neither of you seemed to notice how the orange clad turtle still had the TV remote in his hand as he left.

“How is that going to set the mood?”, Raph whispered in a harsh voice, wondering if Mikey had lost his mind.

“Have faith in me brotha”, Mikey said, dingling the TV remote in front of his face. “I know what I’m doing”.

Frowning with confusion, Donnie and Raph watched as Mikey made his way over to the light switch, before turning it off. That caused a small startled sound from you, followed by small laughs from both you and Leo, saying something along the lines of it probably just behind his brothers pulling a prank of sorts. Much to both Raph and Donnie’s surprise, Leo suddenly seemed much less nervous, his laugh actually sounding somewhat confident.

With a big smile plastered over his face, Mikey made his way back to the pillar, giving his brothers a wink. “Now watch this”. With the TV remote in hand, Mikey pressed the on button, then sudden light from the TV filled you and Leo’s field of view, causing the two of you to jump in surprise, followed by the two of you laughing once more from your sudden shock.

“Now”, Mikey said, crossing his arms. “We just let the magic play out”.

“What magic?”, Raph asked, still not convinced.

“I think he’s talking about that magic”, Donnie said, pointing to you and Leo who had scooted closer to each other, so you had an easier time sharing the chocolate.

“I don’t believe it”, Raph mumbled, mouth open in disbelief, as you suddenly, for once looked at Leo with a hint of what he had been looking at you with.

“What is playing anyway?”, Donnie asked, honestly impressed with what he saw.

“Just that romantic series everyone is talking about”, Mikey said. “There’s a marathon tonight, so those two will have plenty of time to figure things out”.

“B- but”, Raph stammered, still not truly able to believe what was going on. “How did you know it would work? How did you know that was playing tonight?”

Mikey shrugged his shoulders with a small smile. “I got my secrets”.

“Secrets my shell”, Raph snarred. “How did you know?”

“Guys…”, Donnie said, trying to get his brothers’ attention so they could see how the scene on the couch was evolving.

“I can’t tell you all of my secrets”, Mikey said with a shrug, enjoying how it seemed to annoy Raph.

“You little-”.

“Guys!”, Donnie whispered more harshly, finally gaining the arguing turtles attention. “Look!”, he said, pointing towards you and Leo, who now sat on the couch with your arms loosely draped around each other, and your lips connected in a soft and sweet kiss.

Raph blinked at the sight, before turning to look at Mikey, who stood with a big smile. “I told you we just had to set the mood”. 

[ankababy]

A Home (part 4)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 5

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

Let’s go out!

(TW: dead people, English is not my first language. Also, thank you SOOOOO much for all the support and nice words!! Can’t even describe what I feel💕)

Even in your half-asleep state, still blinking away the last remnants of sleep, you could feel the tension in the air the second you stepped into the living room.

Something about the way Chishiya was sitting, legs crossed on the couch, looking entirely unbothered—but his gaze was locked on something.

Or rather, someone.

Niragi.

Who was standing in the corner of the kitchen, body language practically radiating hostility.

Like a caged animal.

Like they had just been on the brink of tearing each other apart, but the second you entered the room, they both stopped.

Oh.

Had you interrupted something?

Probably.

It wasn’t uncommon.

You just sighed softly, adjusting the sleeves of the oversized sweater hanging off your frame, ignoring the way your side still ached.

“Good morning.”

Neither of them responded. You didn’t expect them to. It didn’t stop you from speaking, though. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Again—silence.

Not surprising.

Chishiya didn’t talk much, and Niragi?

Well.

“Don’t give a fuck.”

Ah. There it was. His voice was mean, a muttered growl from his sad little spot in the corner. He almost looked like he was sent in there for timeout by Chishiya himself. Pfft.

You just tilted your head slightly, taking him in.

He looked… frustrated. Which wasn’t exactly new. Niragi was always angry. Always had been. But today?

He looked ready to rip someone’s throat out.

And you had a feeling you knew who.

You sighed, ignoring it.

They could kill each other later.

You pulled out a pan, setting it on the stove, already used to the silence that followed your words. They never answered right away, and when they did, it was rarely anything pleasant. But that didn’t stop you from speaking.

“I’m going out today.” you said casually, cracking an egg against the rim of the pan. “Need to restock.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Niragi. Of course. His voice came fast, sharp, like it was obvious. Like there wasn’t even a question.

“So will I.”

You almost laughed. Chishiya barely even looked up when he said it, but the words alone were enough to make Niragi’s head snap toward him.

“Oh, fuck off.” Niragi’s voice was already on edge. “I said it first.”

“And?” Chishiya finally met his gaze, and you could already tell he was just saying this to piss him off. “Didn’t realize this was a game of calling dibs.”

“You just wanna come because I’m coming.”

Chishiya scoffed. “Yes, Niragi. That’s exactly it. I wake up every morning thinking about how I can spend more time with you.”

You just sighed, flipping the egg. They were impossible.

It was kind of funny.

For two grown men who had seen death, murder, absolute horror, they sure acted like children.

You sighed through your nose, turning back to the stove as the heat from the pan warmed your skin. This was normal. This was just how they were. Impossible, insufferable, and absolutely ridiculous.

“Alright, so I need more rice—god, if I find any, that’d be a miracle—” You plated the egg, reaching for another. “Vegetables, if any of those survived out there. Some kind of protein, meat, I don’t even care what it is anymore, we’re all desperate at this point.”

Niragi let out a sharp breath, clearly not listening, already too busy glaring at Chishiya across the room. Chishiya, for his part, was pretending he wasn’t being watched, deliberately ignoring him.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Niragi snapped suddenly, shifting against the counter.

“Nothing.” Chishiya said smoothly, still refusing to make eye contact. “Hard to look at something when there’s nothing worth seeing.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

You kept talking, trying to drown them out.“Cooking oil, salt, sugar—though I doubt I’ll find that anywhere. Maybe if I break into a supermarket storage again—”

Niragi took a step forward. “You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

Chishiya just shrugged. “No. I think I’m right.”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his shoulders, his body already tense. “Yeah? Maybe I’ll just start fucking shooting.”

“That would imply you have good aim.” Chishiya said flatly.

You sighed. Loudly.

“And water.” you continued, unbothered, not even looking at them. “Maybe more bandages, if we’re lucky. There was a stash in that old pharmacy last time I went, so I’ll check again—”

“Are you actually trying to get your ass killed?” Niragi scoffed, finally acknowledging you. “You talk like the streets aren’t fucking empty.”

You smiled sweetly, flipping the next egg onto a plate. “Well, I have you, don’t I?”

That shut him up.

For a second, at least.

And when you glanced at Chishiya, and he was watching.

You turned back to the counter, gathering the plates with care, placing a spoon and a fork on each one before heading toward them. They were still in their own little world of hostility, Niragi leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, while Chishiya sat slouched on the couch, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger as if completely unbothered.

You, of course, ignored all of it. Instead, you smiled as you approached Niragi first, because he was closest. You placed his plate down in front of him gently, sliding it toward him.

“Eat.” you said, tone soft, soothing, the kind of voice that could tame even the most feral creatures. “You need to keep your energy up.”

Niragi scoffed, but his hands twitched toward the plate anyway.

“And you know what?” you continued, smiling at him as if he wasn’t an absolute menace to society. “I think you’re actually getting better. You’re moving easier.”

He clicked his tongue, looking to the side, irritated. “Like I need you to tell me that.”

You ignored the bite in his voice, letting your fingers barely brush against his forearm as you pulled back.

“Don’t—” His voice came out low, teeth bared like a warning. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

You knew better than to take it personally. You knew. But still, there was something sad about it, something you recognized even if he didn’t.

You just smiled, backing off with your hands raised in surrender. “Got it.”

You turned toward Chishiya next, already holding his plate out for him. He didn’t move at first, just stared at you, his eyes tracking every single one of your movements like he was studying you.

You placed the plate in his lap gently, and this time, when you spoke, it was softer. “I made sure to give you more.”

Chishiya raised a brow, glancing down at the plate before flicking his gaze back up to you. “Why?”

“Because you deserve it.” you said simply, with zero hesitation.

His fingers tapped against the ceramic, and for a second, his gaze almost faltered, something barely noticeable shifting behind his eyes. But just as quickly, it was gone.

You reached out before you could think about it, the tips of your fingers barely grazing against his sleeve. It wasn’t like when you touched Niragi—it was just gentle.

“You should eat too.” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “I know you played a hard game last night.”

Chishiya didn’t react right away, just tilted his head slightly, like a cat watching something interesting.

“You didn’t know that.” he finally said, amused.

You gave him a look. “I had a pretty good guess.”

He hummed, clearly entertained by your logic. But in the end, he picked up his fork.

And you knew that was his way of saying he’d listen.

You sighed softly, pulling back, taking a step away from both of them as if giving them space.

“You both should eat before it gets cold.” you murmured.

Chishiya, of course, had no reaction. But Niragi let out a short, frustrated breath, picking up his fork just to prove a point.

“Yeah, yeah.” Niragi muttered, stabbing into his food. “Keep acting like our fucking mom.”

You turned back to the kitchen, moving toward the sink to start cleaning up the mess you had made. You didn’t see the way Niragi’s jaw clenched when he tasted the food because of how fucking good it was. Or how Chishiya kept his eyes on your every single movement.

~

The streets were empty. Silent.

Nature had started taking back what had once belonged to it—vines creeping up buildings, splitting through cracked concrete, swallowing whole storefronts that used to be bustling with people. It should have been beautiful, in a way. Maybe it was. But all you could think about was the stillness of it all.

You walked in the middle. Chishiya on one side, Niragi on the other—only because it put as much space between them as possible. They refused to walk any closer to each other.

“Maybe I can find some paint somewhere.” you talked, stepping over a patch of broken glass, careful not to cut yourself. “The walls in the apartment are so boring. I want to paint them pink.”

You felt Niragi glance at you, skeptical. “Pink?”

“Yes.” you nodded, smiling. “A soft pink. Something warm, you know? We could make the place actually feel like a home.”

Chishiya made a noise. Not quite a laugh, but close. “That’s cute.”

“You’re cute.” you shot back without thinking.

Niragi snorted. Chishiya just gave you a side glance, as if assessing if you were being sarcastic.

You weren’t.

You kept talking, ignoring their reactions.

“And maybe I’ll find some fairy lights, too.” you continued, stepping around a rusted-out car, the windshield long shattered. “Or something like that. Make it cozy. Oh! And pillows, lots of them, because the couch is so uncomfortable—”

You stopped.

Because Niragi had stopped.

He was standing in front of a body.

A long-dead one.

You didn’t look. You turned your head immediately, staring at the sky, at the vines, at literally anything else.

“Ugh, finally.” Niragi sighed, and there was something in his voice that made your stomach drop.

You swallowed, heart hammering. “Niragi—”

“Shut up.” he muttered, grinning. You didn’t have to see him to hear it.

When you turned back, you saw it.

The gun.

It was filthy, rust creeping along the edges, but Niragi was holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Like it was his fucking soulmate.

“Finally.” he muttered, fingers moving over the weapon, checking it with expert hands. “You have no idea how much I fucking missed this.”

Your stomach twisted. “You don’t need that.”

He laughed. Actually laughed as he pointed the barrel up at the sky and pulled the trigger.

Click.

No bullets.

He grinned, shaking his head. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

Chishiya, standing beside you with his hands in his pockets, let out a slow breath. “You’re a child.”

Niragi shot him a look. “Shut the fuck up.”

You placed a hand on your chest, steadying yourself, breathing in deeply.

“Can we just—” you hesitated, shaking your head. “Can we just go?”

Niragi was too busy inspecting his new prize. “In a minute.”

You looked away again, suddenly so fucking tired.

Niragi wasn’t going to let go of the gun. That much was obvious. You had to live with it.

And so, with your hands gripping your sleeves, you kept walking. And they followed.

And you tried to ignore the gun. You really did.

But it was hard when Niragi was practically wagging his tail about it, glancing at every corpse, every ruined building, every broken-down car in search of bullets.

It was almost… comical.

Like a dog sniffing around for scraps.

You watched him for a while, walking ahead of you, muttering to himself as he kicked at debris. Then, finally, you couldn’t help yourself.

“You know, Niragi…” you started sweetly, clasping your hands together.

He didn’t look at you. “What?”

“You’re kind of like a puppy right now.”

That got him. He stopped, turned, narrowed his eyes. “The fuck did you just say?”

Chishiya huffed.

“A puppy.” you repeated innocently, clasping your hands behind your back, tilting your head slightly. “You know, all excited, sniffing around, looking for something to chew on…”

You almost heard Chishiya smirk.

Niragi’s lips curled. “Oh, you wanna talk about chewing, sweetheart?”

Your grin stayed, unbothered. “That’s what you took from that?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You really don’t know what you’re saying, do you?”

“Of course I do.” you said, clasping your hands in front of you now, rocking on your heels. “But I also know you only ever engage in my conversations when you get the chance to say something disgusting, so I’m not surprised.”

Chishiya let out a sharp breath through his nose, and when you glanced at him, he wasn’t looking at Niragi—he was looking at you.

“Am I wrong?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Not at all.” he answered, monotone.

Niragi clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. “God, you two are fucking annoying.”

You smiled brightly. “I know!”

Niragi grumbled, going back to searching through some poor guy’s pockets, ignoring you.

You turned back to Chishiya, who was still walking beside you, hands in his pockets. “See? He never answers me unless he can turn it into something filthy.”

Chishiya blinked. “Because he’s a dog.”

“Exactly!” you laughed.

“And you’re still feeding him.”

That made you stop for half a second.

Before you could think too much about that, Niragi called out, voice laced with triumph.

“Fucking finally.”

Your stomach dropped.

Chishiya sighed.

You turned your head slowly.

Niragi grinned, holding up a bullet.

“One down.” he said, twirling it between his fingers. “Now we’re talking.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You were just walking, minding your own business, talking to yourself because neither of them cared enough to properly respond, when—

CRUNCH.

Glass shattered under Chishiya’s foot as he suddenly turned ninety degrees and walked straight into a building.

Through a broken window.

Just—gone.

What the fuck?

You blinked at the now-empty space beside you.

Your mouth opened.

Then closed.

Then opened again.

“—Chishiya—?”

“Don’t follow me.”

And then… silence. Like he never even existed.

Oh. Okay. Sure.

You sighed, crossing your arms. Why were you even surprised? Chishiya was… Chishiya. He was always in his own little world, floating somewhere above everyone else’s heads, thinking things you’d never fully understand. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, with no explanation.

So, yeah. Sure. Go ahead. Disappear through a broken window.

You weren’t worried. He’d be fine.

…probably.

“Hey.”

You turned your head.

Niragi was staring at you. He tilted his chin towards the ground. “Check that guy’s pockets for me.”

“What?”

He nodded toward the corpse.

The one right next to your feet.

The one you just now noticed.

You yelped.

Spinning away, you squeezed your eyes shut, hugging yourself. “Absolutely the fuck not.”

Niragi snorted. “Jesus. You’re still like that?”

“Yes!” you huffed. “What do you mean, ‘still like that’? I’m normal!”

He scoffed, walking over and crouching down beside the body. “Whatever.”

You refused to look.

He rummaged through the pockets, humming to himself. You hugged yourself tighter. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” he said.

You sighed sharply. “Why are you like this?”

He didn’t answer right away. Probably too focused on looting a dead guy.

“So… what happened?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“When you came back all bloody.”

Oh. That.

You glanced down at yourself, like you’d find some leftover evidence of it on your clothes.

“Forgot to tell me, didn’t you?” he said, glancing up.

You pursed your lips, a little guilty.

Yeah. You forgot.

“Not much to say.” you shrugged. “A hearts game. Only one could make it out. Got attacked. Killed a guy.”

Niragi raised a brow. “That’s it?”

You hesitated.

Well…

No.

That wasn’t it.

There was more.

You bit your lip.

He watched you, smirk fading slightly. “Spit it out.”

You sighed. “I ran into these… guys.”

His brows furrowed.

“They were gonna—” You paused. “Well. You know.” You cleared your throat. “But I got away. Killed one, the rest ran. I handled it.”

He finally looked at you.

“Next time,” he said, standing up. “I’ll come with you.”

You watched him.

Felt something soft settle in your ribs.

For some reason, you couldn’t say anything to that at the moment, so you asked: “You find anything good?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe.”

Your heart was warm, suddenly.

“Let’s go.” Niragi said, brushing past you, hands in his pockets, that bullet still rolling between his fingers.

You hesitated, glancing back toward the dark building Chishiya had disappeared into. “I want to wait for him.”

Niragi let out a short laugh. “He could be anywhere by now.”

You didn’t like that. It wasn’t true—was it? Chishiya wouldn’t just wander off without coming back, would he? Well… actually, maybe he would. He was impossible to predict, slipping in and out of things as easily as breathing. But still, you had this feeling—this certainty—that he would return.

“Just a little longer.” you said, crossing your arms, eyes fixed on the broken window.

Niragi groaned, rolling his head back like he was suffering. “Fucking hell. Fine. Whatever.”

But you didn’t have to wait long. Just as Niragi was about to start bitching again, there he was.

Like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t just disappeared for twenty minutes without a word.

Chishiya stepped right back through the same broken window, landing smoothly on the pavement with a soft crunch.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, but before you could say anything, he just started walking.

No explanation. No acknowledgment.

You had no choice but to fall into step beside him, looking up at his face. He wasn’t injured, wasn’t out of breath, wasn’t carrying anything new. What the hell had he even been doing in there?

You opened your mouth to ask, but then—

“Finally.” Niragi scoffed, kicking a stray rock down the road. “Can we go now, princess?”

Your gaze flicked between them before you sighed, shaking your head. “Yeah, yeah.”

And so, you continued.

The empty streets stretched ahead of you, littered with the crumbled remains of a world long gone. Faded signs, shattered windows, vines creeping up the sides of buildings that once buzzed with life. The silence was thick, only broken by the soft scuffs of your footsteps and the occasional distant creak of something settling.

Chishiya walked with his usual, lazy pace, hands tucked away, as if this was just another walk. Niragi, on the other hand, was distracted, constantly looking around, eyes flicking over the rubble, the corpses, the long-abandoned cars with shattered windows.

He was still searching.

Not for food. Not for supplies.

For bullets.

You watched him, a smile creeping onto your lips. “This is kind of like walking a dog.”

His head snapped toward you so fast you thought he might get whiplash. “Huh?”

You grinned, gesturing to him. “You’re all excited about your new toy, searching the ground for more treats. I should get you a leash.”

Chishiya made a soft sound—almost a chuckle—but said nothing.

Niragi’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Watch your mouth.”

You beamed. “Oh? Did I hit a nerve?”

His lips curled into a sharp, toothy grin. “Say that again and see what happens.”

“Dogs bite when they get annoyed.” You mumbled.

He licked his teeth, tilting his head, gaze dropping down your body in a way that made your skin feel weird. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

A sharp exhale came from Chishiya. Not a laugh. More like an exhausted why am I here kind of noise.

You shot him a quick glance before rolling your eyes. “You’re gross.”

Niragi only gave you a smug little smirk before suddenly darting forward, kicking over a pile of rubble, eyes scanning for anything useful.

You turned to Chishiya instead. “Where’d you even go back there?”

His eyes flicked to you, lingering for a moment, then drifted forward again. “Needed to check something.”

You waited for more.

Nothing.

“…And?”

He didn’t even blink. “Checked it.”

Right. Of course.

You huffed softly, shaking your head.

You spotted a store, you changed direction without a word, heading straight for it. A drugstore—or, well, what was left of one. The glass doors had been shattered, vines creeping along the edges of the building, but you could still make out the shelves inside, stocked with all the little things that made life a bit more comfortable. Soap, deodorant, skincare, perfume.

You didn’t need to say anything. You just went in.

“The fuck?!” Niragi groaned, stopping dead in his tracks. “No way in hell am I going in there.”

You turned back, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because it’s all that girly bullshit.” He made a face. “Not my problem if you wanna smell like a fuckin’ flower.”

You sighed dramatically, placing a hand on your hip. “Fine, go find a stick to play with or something.”

“And don’t bring it back, boy.” Chishiya mumbled.

Your lips twitched.

Niragi’s eyes narrowed into a glare so sharp it could cut glass. “You two think you’re real fucking funny, huh?”

“Yes.” you said simply.

“Very.” Chishiya added, completely deadpan.

Niragi clicked his tongue and turned away with an annoyed scoff. “Whatever. Have fun sniffing shit.”

And with that, he disappeared back onto the street, hands stuffed in his pockets.

You grinned. Then, with a small shake of your head, you turned back toward the store, stepping carefully over the shattered glass at the entrance.

Chishiya followed.

The inside was dim, dust clinging to the air, but surprisingly intact. The shelves were lined with hygiene products, medicine bottles, and the occasional box of food long expired. You trailed your fingers along the edge of one of the aisles, scanning the labels, your eyes softening.

It was weird. You never really thought about how much you missed this stuff until it was gone. The simple comfort of picking out a nice soap, a scented lotion, a clean razor. It wasn’t even about luxury—it was about feeling human.

You glanced over your shoulder at Chishiya. “Might as well grab some stuff for you guys.”

He gave a slow blink. “There are barely people left alive.”

“And?” You plucked a small, familiar bottle off the shelf. “No excuse to stink.”

He didn’t argue. Not that he ever really argued—just made comments, short and to the point. If he thought this was a waste of time, he wasn’t bothered enough to stop you.

You kept moving, scanning the shelves, picking things up, setting them aside. Deodorant. Soap. A bottle of antiseptic, because you knew them, and knew someone would end up bloody before the week was over.

Then, on impulse, you grabbed a small container of body oil, twisting off the cap. You took a sniff—sweet, warm vanilla. Then, without thinking, you held it out to Chishiya. “Smell this.”

He stared at you for a second.

Then, after a long pause, he took the bottle and gave it a brief sniff.

“Too strong.” he said simply, handing it back.

You hummed. “Niragi might like it, though.”

“Obviously.”

You smiled a little, moving further down the aisle, grabbing another bottle of soap and holding it out to him again.

This time, he didn’t hesitate as long. Just gave it a quick sniff, then handed it back. “Better.”

That was basically approval.

You tucked it into the growing pile of things you’d set aside, moving, gathering more essentials, all for them. You didn’t even make him carry the bag, despite how much heavier it was getting.

You didn’t ask for help. You didn’t expect it.

Because that wasn’t the point.

You weren’t doing this because you had to. You weren’t doing it because you owed them anything.

You just cared.

You cared a lot.

You scanned the shelves, fingers trailing along the dusty labels until your gaze landed on a small row of razors.

You glanced at Chishiya, tilting your head slightly. “Do you guys need these for your little faces?”

He gave you a flat look.

You pursed your lips. “I don’t know how it works. Do you shave every day? Once a week? Do you even have to?”

You grabbed a few razors before he could even answer, tossing them into the bag with everything else. “Just in case.” you murmured to yourself, adjusting the weight on your arm before continuing down the aisle.

Chishiya followed, hands still stuffed lazily in his pockets.

It was quiet for a moment, just the sound of your footsteps against tile, until you broke the silence again.

“You know,” you started. “I used to love doing this. Just walking through stores, picking up random things, even if I didn’t need them.”

He gave you a sidelong glance. “Why?”

You shrugged. “Dunno. It was relaxing, I guess.” You reached for a bottle of lotion, twisting it open, sniffing it absently before tucking it back onto the shelf. “Something about being able to choose. I think we take that for granted—getting to pick things, little things, just because we want to.”

“You could’ve chosen not to come here.” he pointed out.

You smiled faintly. “True. But I like taking care of things. People.”

“You do.” he said simply.

It wasn’t a compliment. It wasn’t admiration. It was just fact.

You didn’t expect him to understand it. People like him—like Niragi—weren’t the type to look at kindness and just accept it.

No, they had to question it. They had to pick it apart, turn it over, examine it from every angle, waiting for the moment it stopped making sense.

Because in their world, kindness wasn’t real.

Not without an ulterior motive. Not without some hidden cost.

“You don’t trust it.” you murmured absently, grabbing another bottle of soap and tucking it into the bag. “Me, I mean.”

His silence was answer enough.

“You trust that I’m harmless,” you continued“but not the way I think. The way I act. You think people like me are either stupid or hiding something.”

He didn’t confirm it. He didn’t deny it, either.

You exhaled softly, shaking your head. “You ever think maybe I’m just… what I seem?”

“I think,” he said, voice slow. “that people are what they have to be.”

You paused, glancing at him. “Meaning?”

He looked back at you, expression unreadable. “People adapt.”

“Like you.”

“Like everyone.”

You let that settle between you for a moment, shifting the weight of the bag on your shoulder.

“You think Niragi adapted?” you asked.

He let out a short, quiet breath that could barely pass as a laugh. “Niragi is a cornered animal. He does whatever keeps him from feeling weak.”

You hummed, nodding thoughtfully.

It made sense.

Niragi didn’t just adapt—he overcorrected. He wasn’t just surviving, he was lashing out, sinking his teeth into anything that made him feel like prey.

“Doesn’t explain you, though.” you murmured.

Chishiya tilted his head slightly, eyes half-lidded, lazy. “Doesn’t it?”

You thought about it for a second. Then, finally, you shook your head. “No. You’re not trying to protect yourself.”

Something flickered in his gaze, just for a second. Not surprise, not annoyance—just mild intrigue.

“You already know you’ll survive.” you said softly. “You don’t need to fight for that. You don’t need to chase control like Niragi does. You already have it.”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t look away, either.

You smiled a little. “So why are you still here?”

He held your gaze for a moment longer before finally glancing away, giving nothing away. “Maybe I just enjoy watching the circus.” he murmured.

“I think you enjoy being in it just as much.”

He didn’t answer. But he didn’t deny it, either.

The two of you stepped out of the store, the air outside felt heavier, thick with the faint smell of overgrown plants. The streets were quiet, as always, abandoned buildings around you.

You adjusted the weight of the bag on your shoulder, glancing at Chishiya. He hadn’t offered to carry anything—not that you expected him to—but he had stayed with you the entire time, watching, listening, occasionally engaging when something piqued his interest.

“You ever miss it?” you asked, shifting the strap of the bag.

He didn’t look at you. “Miss what?”

“Life before all this.” You gestured vaguely at the emptiness around you. “When things were normal.”

He finally turned his head, eyes half-lidded. “Define normal.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” he admitted. “but your version of normal and mine were probably very different.”

You glanced at him, tilting your head. “Alright, then. What was normal for you?”

He didn’t answer right away. He walked in silence for a few paces, hands still lazily tucked into his pockets, his footsteps soft against the cracked pavement. “Normal was predictable.”

You blinked, waiting for him to elaborate.

“People,” he continued. “are predictable. The way they think, the way they react, the way they make their own choices. They follow patterns. They convince themselves they’re in control when they never were to begin with.”

You studied him for a moment, chewing on his words. “Sounds lonely.”

He gave you a slow glance. “Why?”

“Because people surprise me all the time.” you said simply. “I don’t always understand them. I don’t always know what they’ll do. But I like that. Then I figure it out anyway, everyone needs time.”

He exhaled softly, something barely passing as a chuckle under his breath. “That’s because you assume people are good.”

“No.” you corrected. “I assume people are people.”

He hummed, considering that, but didn’t argue.

Before you could say anything else, you spotted a figure a little ways down the street.

Niragi.

He wasn’t far. In fact, he was still right there, crouched over something, rummaging through debris like some sort of stray.

Your lips twitched. “Looks like he didn’t get very far.”

“Like a dog who got distracted halfway through running away.” Chishiya mumbled.

You grinned. “Maybe he found a squirrel.”

Chishiya snorted. “If he did, he’d probably shoot it just for the fun of it.”

You bit back a laugh. “Hey, maybe not. Maybe he just wanted a little chase first.”

The moment you spoke, Niragi straightened up, holding something in his hands—his gun, of course. He looked pleased with himself, cocking his head at you two. “Took you long enough.”

You tilted your head. “Oh, don’t mind us. We were just wondering if you got distracted chasing squirrels.”

His eye twitched. “The fuck?”

Chishiya let out a slow exhale. “Yeah, she’s giving you the benefit of the doubt. I personally assumed you just got lost like an idiot.”

Niragi rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of his head. “You’re both so fucking funny, really.”

“I try.” you said sweetly.

He flicked his gaze to your bag. “Stocked up on your girly shit?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, unbothered. “Got stuff for you too.”

That made him pause. He squinted at you, like he was trying to figure out if you were lying. “Yeah?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

Chishiya sighed dramatically. “A complete waste of supplies.”

Niragi shot him a glare, but you only laughed.

“Be nice.” you scolded lightly, nudging Chishiya with your elbow.

He gave you a look, clearly unimpressed, but didn’t say anything.

Niragi looked between the two of you. Then, with a smug smirk, he slung his gun over his shoulder and started walking. “Alright, whatever. Let’s get moving.”

You followed after him, Chishiya beside you, and for all the chaos they brought into your life, for all the absolute insanity they carried with them, you really didn’t mind. You liked walking between them like now, as always, keeping the peace, or at least trying to as Niragi walked ahead, his fingers wrapped around his gun. He’d been trigger happy since the second he got his hands on it, firing at anything he felt like. The sound of bullets rang through the empty streets, shattering glass, tearing through rusted-out cars, sending birds scattering from the vines creeping up abandoned buildings.

He was so fucking pleased with himself. Every time a shot went off, he grinned, licking his teeth like some predator tasting blood.

You watched him, arms crossed. “You’re gonna run out of bullets before you even need them.”

“Relax.” he mused, reloading almost sensually. “I’ll find more.”

Chishiya, hands lazily tucked into his pockets, exhaled through his nose. “Yeah, you better. You’re burning through them like an idiot.”

Niragi smirked at that, cocking his head. “Oh? You worried about me, little man?”

Chishiya didn’t even look at him. “Not even remotely.”

You sighed, shaking your head as Niragi let off another shot. The fuckass wasn’t even aiming at anything, just shooting to shoot. The power in his hands made him glow. He was practically vibrating with it.

A gunshot.

Not from Niragi.

Not from Chishiya.

Not from you.

Your breath caught as the sharp crack of a bullet ripped through the air, hitting a rusted-out street sign a few feet from Niragi’s head. The metal screeched on impact. Your ears rang.

What the fuck?

Before you could even react, Chishiya was already moving.

Not fast, not panicked, just… calm.

Too calm.

With an almost lazy tilt of his head, he muttered, “Come on.” and pulled you by the wrist toward cover, completely unbothered that someone had just shot at you.

Meanwhile, Niragi was already on the hunt.

Gun raised, smiling like this was the best fucking thing that had happened all day, he moved toward the source of the shot. His excitement was wild, the air around him practically crackling as he walked forward, licking his lips.

Another shot rang out—missed.

A flash of movement. A figure, not far, panicked hands trembling around the barrel of a gun, breath hitching in raw fear.

“Shit.” the man muttered under his breath, backpedaling, but Niragi was on him.

It was over before it even started.

One shot—clean.

Straight to the chest.

The man crumpled, barely getting a strangled gasp past his lips before hitting the ground.

And Niragi—god, Niragi—he was fucking grinning. Chest rising and falling, he sighed, fucking satisfied. His fingers twitched against the trigger, almost tempted to fire again, just for the fuck of it.

“That all you got?” he muttered to the dead man. “Pathetic.”

You exhaled sharply.

The way he thrived in it, fed off it, fuck.

And yet—the moment his gaze flickered to yours, when he saw the way you were looking at him—his shoulders squared. He tilted his chin, almost like he was daring you to say something about it.

But instead, you moved forward.

Softly, carefully, your hands rose, fingertips brushing against his jaw as you cradled his face. His skin was warm, his pulse racing beneath your thumbs, his breath still heavy from the rush.

“Are you okay?” you murmured, searching his eyes.

He froze.

The smirk, the arrogance—it faltered.

You weren’t scolding him. You weren’t judging him.

You were worried.

And fuck, something about that—

He hated it.

His lips parted, but nothing came out. His body locked up, every muscle tensing, his mind short-circuiting as you looked at him like he was something fragile.

You pulled away.

Right.

He told you not to fucking touch him.

Your fingers slipped from his skin, and you took a small step back, gaze dropping.

“Sorry.” you murmured, voice softer.

For some reason—that pissed him off.

His jaw tightened, fingers flexing around the grip of his gun as he glared at you. “Tch. My neck hurts.” he muttered suddenly, tone mean. “Check that, though.”

You blinked, looking up at him.

What?

He rolled his eyes, exaggerated, and tilted his head slightly to the side. “Fucking hell. My neck. Feels stiff. Check it or whatever.”

It was a shitty excuse.

So obvious.

But you didn’t call him on it.

You knew what this was.

And so, gently, you reached out again, fingers brushing against his skin, feeling for any tension, checking him the way he so obviously wanted you to.

He let out a slow exhale, eyes flickering shut for just a second.

And Chishiya? He just watched. Because he knew exactly what this was.

And what was worse? So did you.

You didn’t linger. There was no reason to, no point in standing over a dead body longer than necessary. Even if you did feel the heavy weight of it in your stomach, the twisting sensation in your chest that reminded you—that was a person.

Was.

But Niragi was grinning as you touched him, and Chishiya was indifferent, and you… well, you had to keep moving, didn’t you?

So you did.

Turning on your heel, you pulled your hands away from Niragi’s soft face and you exhaled, brushing your hands against your sides as if shaking something off. Maybe you were. Maybe you had to.

“Alright.” you said, shifting your focus. “Let’s go. We still need to hit a pharmacy, and I’m not planning on spending all day out here.”

Chishiya didn’t react much, as expected, but over your shoulder, you caught the faintest movement of his hand, waving lazily in Niragi’s direction.

Pfft. Oh, come on.

Your gaze flickered to Niragi, just in time to see him flip him off.

You bit your lip, amused, and instead of ignoring it like any sane person would, you just waved back.

That was you.

The sunshine between two storms. A soft glow in the middle of static and fire, cutting through the men who barely even liked each other, much less the world around them.

A small thing, a little thing, but something that stood out.

Because who the fuck waves back at that?

You.

Of course you did.

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes so hard it looked like it physically hurt. “Tch. You’re so fucking weird.” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. Just acknowledgment.

Like he didn’t just get you to touch him. What he loved so much.

And Chishiya? He was watching you. Like he was filing away every small action in that mind of his, tucking it next to all the other pieces of you he was slowly figuring out.

But you didn’t pay it much mind. Instead, you smiled, stepping forward. “Come on.” you urged, looking between them. “We still have stuff to get.”

With that, you started walking, and they followed.

Niragi trailed next to you, searching the ground for spare bullets like some stray dog sniffing for food, his fingers twitching every time he saw anything remotely useful. And Chishiya? He kept his hands in his pockets as he observed the ruins of the city.

They were so different, but somehow, both ended up here, next to you.

Maybe that was the funniest part.

“So,” you started, breaking the silence. “do either of you need anything from the pharmacy, or is this gonna be another situation where I carry everything for you?”

“You offered.” Chishiya pointed out.

“You let me.” you countered.

He didn’t argue.

And Niragi? Well, he wasn’t listening. Too busy kicking over debris, turning over bodies, rifling through pockets.

You frowned, eyes flicking to him. “Do you really think you’re gonna find more ammo just lying around like that?”

He shot you a look. “Are you doubting me, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

That made Chishiya huff a quiet breath, almost like a laugh, and you swore you saw the faintest flicker of something pass through Niragi’s expression before he clicked his tongue and kept looking.

“Sniffing around for something to chew on.” you murmured after a moment, watching him dig through a discarded bag.

Chishiya glanced at you. “Don’t encourage him.”

Niragi’s grin was slow, dangerous. “Careful, baby.” he purred, standing up straight, the gun dangling loosely in his fingers. “You might just end up being that something.”

Your face heated.

Chishiya exhaled through his nose. “That was pathetic.”

Niragi shot him a glare. “The fuck did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“Okay, okay.” you cut in, holding up a hand. “Can we go five minutes without one of you threatening to kill the other?”

Niragi clicked his tongue, stuffing his free hand in his pocket. “Not my fault he pisses me off just by existing.”

Chishiya tilted his head slightly. “Maybe if your self-control wasn’t the equivalent of a feral animal’s, you’d handle it better.”

Niragi’s eye twitched.

Oh, god.

“Anyway,” you said, loudly. “pharmacy. Let’s go before the two of you actually start throwing punches.”

Niragi sneered. “You think I’d actually waste my energy on him?”

Chishiya didn’t even blink. “You don’t have enough to waste.”

Oh, he was evil.

You covered your mouth, trying to stifle the laugh threatening to bubble up, because if you did, Niragi might actually snap.

But instead of firing back, Niragi just clicked his pierced tongue again, sending you a glare before walking ahead, muttering curses under his breath.

And Chishiya? He just smirked. To himself.

What an asshole.

But you were grinning as you followed after them, walking in the middle, keeping them separated.

It was weird.

You were weird.

Because somehow, even with a trigger happy psychopath on one side and a calculating sociopath on the other, you still managed to make it work.

And somehow—somehow, they let you.

~

The three of you made it back to the apartment without much issue—well, aside from Niragi shooting at random shit on the way back, and Chishiya nearly vanishing into another abandoned building. Again. But overall, it was smooth. For once.

You kicked the door shut behind you, adjusting the heavy bags in your arms as you watched the two of them immediately collapse onto the couch, sitting as far apart as humanly possible.

Honestly, if you didn’t know better, you’d think they were allergic to each other.

Chishiya sat back, one leg propped up, hands still lazily stuffed in his hoodie pocket. Watching. Niragi, on the other hand, slouched forward, head tilting back as he let out a long exhale, gun still loosely gripped in his hand.

“Wow.” you said, teasingly, setting the bags down with a soft thud. “You two look exhausted. Who knew following me around all day would be so hard?”

Niragi cracked an eye open. “Shut the fuck up.”

You giggled.

Then, you clapped your hands together.

“Alright!” you chirped, crouching down and opening the first bag. “Haul!”

Chishiya blinked slowly, unimpressed. Niragi groaned. “You’re seriously gonna—”

“Yes.”

Neither of them moved.

But there was nothing else to do. No distractions, no other noise. Just you, their only source of entertainment at the moment.

And so, you started.

First bag.

“Okay.” you said, pulling out the first item, setting it on the coffee table. “Soap. This one is for me, but I also got a few for you guys. Niragi, yours is this one—” you pulled out a different soap, one of the ones you made Chishiya smell earlier, placing it in front of him, “—because I think you’ll actually use it if you like the way it smells.”

Niragi snorted. “You saying I stink?”

“I’m saying I’m encouraging good hygiene.”

Chishiya huffed a breath through his nose, and you smiled before pulling out the next one. “Chishiya, yours is this one.” you said, placing it down. “I figured you wouldn’t really care, so I just picked one that was clean and simple.”

Chishiya didn’t react much, just flicked his gaze to it and nodded once.

You pulled out another thing.

“Deodorant.” you said. “For both of you. Again, good hygiene.”

Niragi rolled his eyes, but he took it.

Chishiya, again, just nodded.

You moved on.

“Shampoo.” you continued, pulling out a few bottles. “I got different ones for each of us, obviously. This one is mine, this one’s yours—” you pointed at Niragi, “—and this one is yours.” You pointed at Chishiya. “I was gonna get conditioner, too, but I doubt either of you care enough to use it, so I only got for myself. Tell me if you want to borrow it.”

Niragi grinned. “You’d use it on me, wouldn’t you, baby?”

You didn’t even look up. “No.”

Chishiya smirked, and Niragi’s grin dropped.

You kept going. More essentials. Toothpaste, toothbrushes, things they probably didn’t even think about grabbing for themselves. You went through each one, explaining why you got it, who it was for, how you were going to make sure they used it.

“You are not going to be living in my space and smelling like absolute garbage.” you said, very matter-of-factly.

Niragi chuckled. “You think you can control me?”

“I can control whether or not you get dinner tonight.”

That actually shut him up.

Next bag.

Medical supplies.

“Bandages.” you said, pulling them out. “Disinfectant, painkillers, gauze. You guys get hurt way too much for my liking, so I stocked up on as much as I could.”

Neither of them could argue with that. Because you were right.

You continued.

Razors.

“I don’t know how often you guys shave, but I figured it was better to have some than not.”

Chishiya just tilted his head slightly.

Niragi scoffed. “You’re acting like this is some normal world where we care about that shit.”

“You should.”

“Why?”

“Because you look better clean shaven.”

That actually made him pause.

Chishiya raised an eyebrow.

You moved on before Niragi could get cocky about it.

Snacks.

“Didn’t find much, but I got what I could.” you said, pulling out a few small things—some chips, a chocolate bar that was still sealed. “Not the best, but it’s something.”

Niragi grabbed the chocolate immediately.

Chishiya let him.

The final bag.

“Okay.” you said, voice softer now, pulling out something specifically for them. “This is… just a small thing, but I thought it might be nice.”

You placed two objects on the table. One was a lighter—not a cheap one, but a good one, sleek and silver. The other was a pocket knife.

Niragi’s eyes flickered.

Chishiya’s fingers twitched.

“I thought you might like them.” you said, genuine, soft. “You don’t have to take them, but… yeah.”

Silence.

Chishiya picked up the lighter, turning it over in his fingers, inspecting it.

Niragi took the knife, flicking it open with a slow grin.

They didn’t thank you.

They never would.

But they kept them.

And that was enough.

With that, you let out a breath, sitting back. “Okay.” you said, smiling. “That’s everything.”

They were still looking at their gifts.

And you just watched.

Because they didn’t appreciate you enough. But they didn’t reject you, either.

And that was something.

You stretched your arms over your head, letting out a satisfied sigh. They took everything you gave them. No complaints—well, aside from Niragi’s usual attitude—but they kept their things. That was what mattered.

Then, you gestured to the one bag you hadn’t gone through yet.

“And the food’s in there.” you said simply, already picking it up and heading toward the kitchen. “Which means I’m gonna make dinner.”

Neither of them moved.

You knew they wouldn’t.

So you went on your own.

God, you were an angel.

They weren’t even good people. They weren’t kind or grateful, they weren’t soft or sweet or anything you were—and yet, you were still here, making them dinner, caring for them like they deserved it.

They didn’t.

But you did it anyway.

You set the bag down on the counter, rolling your shoulders before pulling everything out, sorting through what you had. Canned vegetables, some dried things, a few things you could throw together into something actually edible. Cooking stole your attention from your aching side.

“You guys want anything specific?”

Silence.

“You’re making it, aren’t you?” Niragi scoffed. “Why the fuck would we care?”

You hummed. “You should be careful with that mouth of yours.” you teased. “What if I just give you a plate of plain rice and let you starve?”

Niragi grinned. “I think we both know you wouldn’t.”

You sighed.“Unfortunately, you’re right.”

Chishiya hadn’t said anything. He just sat there, watching, arms crossed, always observing. You didn’t push him. Instead, you went about cooking.

Eventually, Niragi got bored of sitting in silence, grumbling under his breath as he stood up and wandered toward the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched.

You glanced at him. “What?”

He smirked. “Never seen someone actually enjoy making food before.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, considering you’d probably eat dirt if I didn’t make anything, someone’s gotta do it.”

Niragi chuckled.

Chishiya finally spoke from the couch. “She’s not wrong.”

Niragi immediately turned to glare at him. “Shut the fuck up, lab rat.”

Chishiya didn’t even look at him.

You laughed.

The rest of the meal prep was surprisingly peaceful. You stirred the pot, checking the food, feeling their eyes on you. Niragi never moved too far away, always lingering, bumping into you on purpose like he didn’t know how to exist without taking up space.

Chishiya never joined, but he never left, either. And that was enough.

Eventually, the food was ready. You plated everything carefully, adding extra to Chishiya’s plate because he deserved it.

You carried the plates over, setting them down in front of them, so sweet, like an angel handing down gifts from heaven.

And they just… took them.

Because that’s what they did.

And you let them.

You gathered your things—a lot of them, honestly—picking up everything you needed before turning to the two boys still sitting on the couch. They had already started eating, Niragi shoveling food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in days, Chishiya taking slow bites. They didn’t even look at you.

Still, you smiled. You always smiled.

“Alright, I’m heading to bed.” you said, balancing your things in your arms. “You guys can knock if you need anything, okay?”

Nothing.

Not even a glance.

Of course.

You sighed, happy for some reason. “Good night, boys.”

And with that, you left. Your door clicked shut behind you, enclosing you in a space that was finally, finally quiet.

But outside, the two of them sat in silence.

For a moment, they just ate, neither of them acknowledging the other.

“Kill yourself.” Niragi said simply, as if he were suggesting Chishiya take a walk.

Chishiya didn’t even look up. “I’ll consider it.”

Silence again.

They were so different.

And yet, so similar.

Niragi was a wildfire. Destructive, uncontrollable, burning through everything in his path just to prove he could. He thrived on chaos, on violence, on power. A dog that had been caged too long.

And Chishiya? Cold. A slow-burning ember instead of a raging flame, waiting for the perfect moment to spark into something dangerous.

He hated Niragi.

But deep down, he could see the similarities.

And that was what made him hate him the most.

But what made them stay? Both of them?

That was the real question, wasn’t it?

Niragi, who could’ve been anywhere, who could’ve killed and taken what he wanted like he used to, stayed here. In this apartment. With you. Chishiya, who had no reason to tie himself down, no reason to rely on anyone but himself, stayed too.

Why?

Why did they let you do what you did? Why did they sit through your endless chatter, why did they tolerate your soft hands and warm words, why didn’t they push you away like they had done to everyone else before you?

It wasn’t kindness. Kindness was fleeting. Weak. Kindness got people killed.

But you? You weren’t just being nice.

You were invested.

In them.

And that was what made the difference.

You weren’t just another person trying to survive, someone using them as much as they used you. You weren’t after power, you weren’t trying to manipulate them, you weren’t even trying to change them. You were just there. Cooking for them. Talking to them. Treating them like they were people.

It was… strange.

Unsettling.

Niragi wasn’t used to it. He had spent so much time tearing the world apart, playing god with people’s lives, forcing his way into power so no one could ever hurt him again. No one cared about him. Not really. They feared him, they hated him, they wanted him dead.

But you? You worried about him. You asked him if he was okay, you praised him, you touched him.

And god, he hated it.

(He didn’t hate it.)

(He hated how much he liked it.)

Chishiya, on the other hand, saw it for what it was. You were just the kind of person who did this. You looked at people and wanted to know them. You looked at monsters and wondered what made them that way.

You thought you were smart about it. And in a way, you were. You weren’t naive. You weren’t weak. You weren’t someone who thought love could fix people, and you weren’t stupid enough to think either of them were good.

But still, you stayed.

And still, they let you.

Maybe because it was entertaining, at first. A fun distraction, an arrangement. But now?

Now, it was just how things were.

And neither of them had any plans to leave.

Niragi noticed it first, in the way he looked forward to your attention. In the way he waited for it, craved it. That wasn’t normal. He didn’t fucking need people. He didn’t need comfort, he didn’t need warmth, he didn’t need anything but himself.

So why the fuck did it feel so good when you touched him? When you looked at him with something that wasn’t fear? When you smiled at him, when you cared?

He wasn’t stupid. He knew how people worked. He knew how to make them do what he wanted.

But you? You weren’t afraid of him. And you weren’t weak, either.

So why were you still here? Why weren’t you running? And why, why the fuck did it make his chest feel tight just thinking about it?

For Chishiya, it was subtler. He hadn’t expected to notice you this much.

He noticed everything, of course. It was just who he was. People were predictable, easy to figure out, easy to manipulate.

But you? You weren’t predictable. Or rather, you were, but not in the way he was used to. He could track the way you thought, the way your mind worked, the way you looked at people and picked them apart just like he did.

But you weren’t calculating. You weren’t doing it to get ahead, you weren’t doing it to gain control. You just… wanted to understand.

And for some reason, you wanted to understand him, too.

He wasn’t used to that.

He wasn’t used to being seen.

And worse? He wasn’t sure he minded it.

Niragi scoffed, leaning back against the couch. “Bet your mom regrets not swallowing you.”

Chishiya barely glanced at him. “Bet yours regrets not throwing herself down the stairs.”

Niragi let out a sharp laugh. “You should’ve let those bullets do their job.”

Chishiya smirked. “You should let a rope and a hook do theirs.”

Niragi’s grin widened. “You should let me break your fucking nose.”

Chishiya shrugged. “You should let me neuter you.”

Niragi sneered, baring his teeth. “Try it and I’ll make you eat your own fingers.”

Chishiya, deadpan: “I’d still have more than you.”

Silence.

Niragi clenched his jaw, inhaled through his nose, and muttered “Fucking hate you.”

Chishiya exhaled, relaxing against the couch. “Mutual.”

~

The morning light barely filtered through the grimy windows, casting a dull glow over the living room as you padded in, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The apartment was quiet, save for the faint rustling of something in the kitchen. You yawned, stretching your arms overhead before making your way toward the sound, the pain in your side harmless now.

Chishiya was already there, standing at the counter with an opened bottle of water in hand, taking small, slow sips. He looked as indifferent as ever, his half-lidded gaze shifting toward you for only a second before returning to whatever he was thinking about.

You smiled immediately. “Good morning.”

He barely acknowledged it with a quiet hum, which, at this point, you took as a victory.

You pulled open a cabinet, looking over what little remained of the supplies you hadn’t restocked yet. “You wake up early.”

“I never really sleep.” His tone was flat, disinterested, like he had already checked out of this conversation before it began.

You didn’t let that stop you. “Well, that’s not healthy.”

He gave you a look, like seriously? Then, he tipped the bottle back, taking another sip.

Undeterred, you continued. “Do you want breakfast? I can make something real quick.”

“I don’t really eat this early.”

“Oh, right. You’re just so mysterious and above mortal needs.” you teased, reaching for a box of something anyway. “Well, I do. So if you change your mind, just say the word.”

No response.

You moved around the kitchen as you talked, pulling things together in that little effortless way you did, completely comfortable in your role as the one who took care of things. “Is Niragi still sleeping?”

Chishiya shrugged, setting the bottle down on the counter. “Either that or he’s doing something disgusting.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Yeah, I don’t want to think about that.”

Another small silence. You cracked a few eggs, humming absently to yourself. The domesticity of it was so… strange. The world had gone to hell, and here you were, making breakfast in a dimly lit kitchen, talking to a man who’d probably let someone bleed out just to see how long it took.

But fuck him if he didn’t like your company.

Chishiya found himself listening more than he intended. Your voice was light and pretty, your words coming easily, always filling the empty space without suffocating it. Most people talked to be heard. You talked because you liked sharing—small things, little nothings, just the casual, easy flow of conversation.

And what was worse? He found himself engaging. Not much, not in the way you probably wanted, but just enough. He was aware of it. The way he would answer your questions in short responses instead of ignoring them altogether. The way he kept standing there, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, letting you talk at him instead of walking away like he normally would.

He didn’t understand it.

He didn’t like it.

He didn’t hate it, though.

You slid a plate onto the counter, something quick and simple, a little warm meal for yourself. “You sure you don’t want any?”

Chishiya exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. “I don’t change my mind that fast.”

“I don’t know, you do seem like a wildcard sometimes.” You smiled playfully before taking a bite.

He said nothing. Just watched you, observed, took in the way you moved, the way you carried yourself. You weren’t naive. You knew exactly who he was—what he was. And yet, here you were, talking to him like he was just a guy in your kitchen, like the world wasn’t falling apart, like you hadn’t dragged him out of a bloodied alleyway just days ago.

It was interesting.

Maybe even entertaining.

But most of all, it was dangerous.

And yet, he was still here.

Soon, Niragi walked in, barefoot, shirtless, stretching his arms over his head as he let out a dramatic yawn. His hair was a mess, sticking up in the back, and his eyes were filled irritation, like a wild animal that had just been rudely woken from hibernation.

“What the fuck are you two so loud for?” he grumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep. He scratched at his stomach, looking between you and Chishiya. “Some of us actually sleep, you know.”

Immediately, you looked at him with soft concern, already feeling bad. “Oh, sorry, Niragi. We didn’t mean to wake you.”

Chishiya, on the other hand, didn’t even acknowledge him. He just kept standing there, arms crossed, like Niragi was nothing more than an unfortunate background noise.

That only pissed Niragi off more. “Of course you don’t give a shit.” he sneered, stepping further into the kitchen. “Cold little bastard. Probably doesn’t even blink when people die in front of him.”

Chishiya took another sip of water, completely unbothered. “You didn’t die, though. Shame.”

You sighed. Loudly. “Okay, can we not start this early? It’s too soon for this.”

Niragi rolled his eyes, then sniffed the air. “What’s for breakfast?”

You instantly brightened. “I can make you something!” You pushed your chair back, standing up quickly, already moving toward the stove without a second thought. No hesitation. No thinking about it. You just moved. Like it was your job. Like it was instinctual.

Niragi sat himself at the counter, propping his elbow up as he leaned into his hand. “Damn. You’re really trying to be a housewife, huh?”

You just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. “No. I just don’t mind taking care of you guys.”

Chishiya, from his spot against the counter, noticed. Not your words. Not Niragi.

But your plate.

Sitting there.

Untouched.

Still warm, barely eaten from, abandoned the moment Niragi wanted something.

His eyes flickered to you, watching as you moved around the kitchen, busying yourself with grabbing things, fully forgetting the meal you made for yourself just minutes ago.

You probably didn’t even realize it.

But he did.

And yet, as much as he wanted to test something—push a button, say something cold, make you sit back down and finish it—he didn’t.

Because this was the way things worked with you. You gave, and they took.

That’s just how it was.

You worked in the kitchen, your hands moved, pulling out ingredients, heating the pan, pouring oil like you’d done this a million times. You weren’t thinking about it, it was just muscle memory. Too busy with it to even check out Niragi shirtless, which really was a waste, but you really weren’t about that. You just wanted him to feel good.

Niragi, from his spot at the counter, had his chin propped up on his hand, watching you.

“You don’t have to cook for us every day, you know.” he said, voice still raspy from sleep. “We’re not helpless.”

You hummed. “I know. I just like doing it.”

He let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, I bet. Makes you feel all useful, huh?”

You gave him a look over your shoulder, but there was no real bite to it. “No. It makes me feel like I’m taking care of people who deserve it.”

His eyebrows raised, like he was genuinely surprised by that response. “Hah. That’s a new one.”

“You act like you don’t deserve nice things, Niragi.”

He laughed at that. Like it was the funniest thing in the world. “I don’t.”

You frowned slightly, turning back to the stove. “That’s not true.”

He leaned forward, his elbow on the counter, fingers drumming against the surface. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Maybe not everything.” you admitted, cracking an egg into the pan. “But I know you’re more than just what you put out.”

He tilted his head. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

You smiled, soft. “Someone worth making breakfast for.”

His face faltered. Just for a second. Then, his expression shifted again, twisting back into something cocky and shameless, covering up whatever that moment was. “Damn, babe. You trying to make me fall for you?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Eat your food first, then we’ll talk.”

Chishiya, from the corner of the kitchen, watched. Silent, arms crossed, always watching.

He saw the way you moved, the way you gave so easily, the way you never hesitated to take care of them.

He also saw how easily Niragi ate it up, pulling you in, testing your limits, taking as much as you let him.

It wasn’t surprising. Niragi was an animal. No self-control, no hesitation, no filter. He took whatever he wanted, because he could.

And you? You let him. Not out of naivety. Not out of stupidity.

Out of choice.

And that’s what bothered him.

Because why?

Why them?

Why him?

The whole thing made his brain itch.

Still, he didn’t say anything. Not yet. He just waited as you finished up, plating the food, turning back to them with that same warm smile as you walked over.

“Here you go.” you said, placing their plates down. Both of their plates, even while Chishiya didn’t ask for it.

Niragi snatched his up immediately, already digging in, while Chishiya just… looked at his. Not moving.

You sighed. “Chishiya.”

He raised a brow.

“You have to eat.” you insisted, placing a hand on your hip. “It’s not healthy to keep skipping meals.”

He didn’t argue. Just stared at you for a long moment, calculating something in his mind. Then—without breaking eye contact—he nodded his chin toward the counter behind you.

“Eat that.”

Your brows furrowed. “…What?”

He gestured lazily with his fork. “Your plate.”

Oh.

Right.

The one you abaandoned.

Your mouth opened slightly, caught off guard. That was… nice of him?

Niragi, with a mouth full of food, glanced up between you two, scoffing. “What, you two having a moment?”

You quickly shook your head, moving to grab your plate, finally sitting back down. “I was gonna eat anyway.” you mumbled.

Chishiya said nothing.

He just started eating.

And if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was just making sure you did the same.

~

You stood in the middle of the living room, holding a small wooden decoration in your hands, tilting your head as you decided where to place it. Chishiya sat on the couch, watching you, his arms draped lazily over the back of the couch.

“This one or that one?” You held up the small decoration, gesturing between two shelves on the wall. “I can’t decide.”

Chishiya barely glanced at them. “That one.”

“You didn’t even look.”

“I don’t care.”

You rolled your eyes but placed it on the shelf he pointed at anyway. Then, as you moved to adjust another item—a small framed picture of some landscape you had picked up—Chishiya spoke again.

“Why are you doing this?”

You glanced at him, setting the frame down. “Doing what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely to the room, to the little trinkets and decorations you had been setting up all morning. “Making the place look nice.”

You blinked, taken aback by the question. “Because I live here?”

Chishiya hummed. “And you think it’s worth putting effort into?”

“Of course.” You turned to face him fully, placing your hands on your hips. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He raised a brow. “Because it’s temporary.”

You frowned. “Everything is temporary.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. “You’re too sentimental.”

You huffed, turning back to the shelf. “And you’re too cynical.”(AN: took me so much time to find the perfect word for this omg)

Before he could respond, Niragi walked into the room, stretching his arms over his head, cracking his neck like he had just rolled out of bed, he probably did though. He was in a sleeveless top of yours(he stole it without a word but you didn’t question it), his piercings catching the dim light.

He stopped when he saw what you were doing.

“The fuck is all this?” he asked, brows pulling together as he scanned the shelves.

“Decorating.” you answered simply, not turning away from your work.

Niragi let out a short laugh, stepping closer. “Why?”

“You and Chishiya are like the same person, I swear.” You sighed, stepping back to look at the placement of your decorations. “Because I want to.”

Niragi raised a brow. “You’re seriously wasting time putting up… what is this? A ceramic cat?” He picked up a small figurine from the shelf, holding it up with a smirk.

You snatched it from his hand. “Yes, and it’s adorable.”

He scoffed, watching you. “You’re really making this place all cute, huh?”

“Yes.” You turned to him, tilting your head. “And you’re gonna help me.”

His smirk faltered. “The fuck I am.”

You smiled sweetly, grabbing something off the nearby table—a slightly larger decoration, a framed map you had found—holding it up to him. “You’re tall. You can put this one up for me.”

He snorted. “You got arms, baby.”

“But I don’t have the height.” You stepped closer, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. “Come on, just this one?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You think if you blink at me like that I’ll just do what you say?”

“Yes.”

He opened his mouth to argue—then shut it again. Because yeah. That was exactly what was happening.

With an exaggerated groan, he snatched the frame from your hands. “You’re a pain in the ass.” He muttered some more things under his breath as he lifted his arms, easily reaching the spot you had pointed at.

You turned to Chishiya, grinning. “See? Teamwork.”

Chishiya just watched with the driest expression possible. “You’re making him your personal servant.”

“Yep.” you agreed happily.

Niragi scoffed. “Shut up, cat.”

Chishiya’s lips twitched slightly, amused at how quickly Niragi took the bait.

When Niragi finished securing the frame, he stepped back, nodding. “There. Happy now?”

You beamed up at him. “Very.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t actually seem annoyed.

And just like that, you went back to arranging things, while Niragi stood there, hands on his hips, watching you work.

Chishiya didn’t move from the couch. He just observed, taking in the way Niragi had given in so easily.

This was dangerous.

Not the decorations. Not the routine.

You.

Because they weren’t supposed to care about things like this.

You turned back to Niragi, scanning the room with an exaggerated hmm before picking up another small decoration—asimple, metallic wall hook.

“Okay, one more.” you said, holding it up to him with a charming smile.

Niragi sighed dramatically. “You’re killin’ me, angel.”

“You’ll survive.”

He grabbed it from you, grumbling something under his breath as he walked over to where you gestured. He acted like he was annoyed, like he had been forced into this, but his hands were steady, and he didn’t hesitate when he secured it in place.

“There. Done.”

You examined his work, nodding approvingly. “Perfect. You did good.”

Just as you turned to pick something else up, Niragi groaned.

“You’re not gonna keep givin’ me shit, are you?”

You immediately held up another small frame. “Just one more.”

“Bullshit.” He snatched it anyway.

You pointed to a spot on the wall. “There.”

Instead of following your direction, Niragi put it in a different spot, slightly off-center from the others.

You blinked.

Stared at it.

Then slowly turned your head to glare at him.

Niragi just grinned at you, tilting his head before sticking his tongue out—teasing you like a brat who knew exactly what he was doing.

But you weren’t paying attention to his smug little attitude.

Oh.

Your gaze locked onto the small silver ball on his tongue, catching the light as he flicked it at you.

A piercing.

Huh. You never really looked at it before.

But now, standing this close, you were fascinated.

Before you even thought about it, before you even realized what you were doing…

You reached out and grabbed his tongue.

Just.

Straight-up pinched it between your fingers.

Niragi froze.

Chishiya—who had been silently watching this entire interaction—blinked, sitting up slightly, eyes narrowing.

You tilted your head, shamelessly examining the piercing, your fingers holding his tongue carefully as you looked at the small metal ball.

It was cute.

His tongue was warm, soft, slick under your fingertips, and for some reason, you felt zero hesitation about doing this.

Niragi made a choked sound, his eyes wide with disbelief, like his brain couldn’t process what was happening.

“Hell?” he mumbled, voice muffled, ‘the’ left out only because he couldn’t pronounce it like this.

“Did it hurt?” you asked casually, still inspecting it, genuinely curious.

Niragi stared at you like you had lost your fucking mind. “You’re insane.” he finally said, though he didn’t pull away.

You let go of his tongue, stepping back with a bright smile. “I just never saw one up close before.”

Niragi ran his tongue over his lip, blinking at you, still looking a little caught off guard. “You’re seriously messed up, you know that?”

You just laughed. “Says you.”

Chishiya watched. Observed the way Niragi—someone who had no problem pulling a trigger, someone who could kill without blinking—had been completely thrown off by your actions.

And he hated it.

Because you were sweet.

Too sweet for your own good.

And it was messing with them.

Niragi kept looking at you. Staring, even. But you? You just turned away, completely unbothered, looking through the remaining decorations on the table.

“Still gonna make me put shit up?” Niragi finally said, voice a little rough, still running his tongue over his lip like he was checking to make sure it was still there.

“Yup!” you answered cheerfully, picking up another small piece, then turning to Chishiya. “Unless you wanna help?”

Chishiya gave you a look. “Mm. No.”

“Didn’t think so.” you muttered.

Niragi grinned at that. “The little rat won’t help you with shit.” he said, crossing his arms.

Chishiya simply shrugged. “Why would I? You’re already doing it.”

“Tch.” Niragi scoffed, looking back at you. “You really know how to pick ‘em.”

You giggled.

Niragi’s expression flickered for a second—just a second—before he turned back to the wall, reaching for the next thing you handed him.

You continued talking as he worked, making little comments about how the place was finally feeling like a home. Your home.

“You’re really settling in, huh?” Niragi said, his tone unreadable. New.

You hummed, looking around the room. “Well… yeah. I mean, where else would I go?”

Silence.

That was a question neither of them had an answer to.

There was nowhere else. No outside world waiting for you. No normal life to go back to, at least you didn’t know about that.

This was it. This was what was left.

And for some reason—some completely insane reason—these two absolute psychopaths had stuck around.

Or rather—you had made them stay.

The realization lingered in the air.

Niragi didn’t comment on it.

Chishiya didn’t need to.

Instead, you went back to chatting.

Lighthearted, soft, sweet.

Because what else could you do?

Eventually, Niragi finished putting everything up and flopped onto the couch, stretching his arms over the backrest.

“Done.” he announced, grinning at you. “I better be getting paid for this shit.”

You smiled, hands on your hips. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”

Niragi raised an eyebrow, clearly about to say something filthy. Chishiya, without even looking up from where he sat, cut in first.“Not with that attitude, you won’t.”

Niragi snapped his head towards him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Chishiya smirked.

Oh, here we go.

You just sighed as they started up again, Niragi already leaning forward like he was ready to fight, Chishiya barely lifting his gaze, looking bored.

It was the same old bullshit.

And honestly?

You didn’t mind.

Because at the end of the day, you were still here, and so were they.

~

You were being careful.

You had to be.

Niragi was not subtle when he told you that the next time you had to play, he was coming with you. No arguments. No protests. No way in hell he’d let you go alone.

And that was sweet, really.

In the most Niragi way possible.

But the thought of him stepping into a game after everything? The fact that he was still healing, still limping a little even though he’d act like he wasn’t—like it didn’t fucking hurt—made your stomach twist.

So, yeah. You were sneaking out.

It wasn’t like Chishiya would care, anyway. If anything, he’d probably just say something about how he already knew.

But Niragi?

Oh, Niragi would be fucking pissed.

Which was exactly why you had to time it right.

You had been watching. Waiting. Making sure the two of them weren’t around.

And now? Now was your chance.

The apartment was quiet.

Chishiya wasn’t on the couch. Niragi was nowhere to be seen. They were either in their rooms or just not here at all.

Good.

Carefully, you grabbed your things. A bag, a jacket, anything else you might need. You wouldn’t be able to bring much—you needed to move fast.

A deep breath. A glance toward the hallway, toward the door.

Still quiet.

Okay.

You could do this.

You knew the floorboards well enough by now. Which ones creaked, which ones didn’t. You made sure to step lightly, quickly, keeping your breath even.

Closer. Closer.

The door was right there.

You reached for the handle, twisting it so, so carefully. It didn’t make a sound.

Perfect.

And then, just like that—you were outside.

The door clicked shut behind you, and your shoulders relaxed.

You did it.

Niragi was still inside, completely unaware.

You’d be back before he even realized.

Or at least… you hoped.

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B. Bradshaw | Masterlist

Top Gun - Maverick

Updated: 6/13/2025 [added: i wanna feel what love is]

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Series

☆ ALTITUDE | @tongue-like-a-razor

13 chapters | on hold | 🌧️🤍

Sydney is not a pilot. But she knows all their tricks. That's why, when she meets the smooth-talking Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, she's not falling for any of them. She's not falling for him, either.

☆ ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? | @perpetuallydaydreaming

12 chapters | complete | 🤍🌧️🍋

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw and you have been friends since you can remember, just friends (unfortunately) but when you are called back to Top Gun everything changes...

☆ JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY | @feralforfrank

3 chapters | complete | 🌧️🤍🍋

Rooster and you have never liked each other. One night at the Hard Deck is enough to change the dynamic between you.

☆ IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY | @bloatedandalone04

4 chapters | complete | 🌧️🤍🍋

The one where you give Bradley your heart and he breaks it.

☆ FAKING IT | @tongue-like-a-razor

8 chapters | complete | 🌧️🤍

Fake dating your friend, Bradley Bradshaw - what could possibly go wrong? Your sister is getting married and you need a date. You enlist Bradley's help and the rest is history.

☆ AT LEAST I LET THE LIGHT IN | @heartsofminds

1 chapter | on hold (?) | 🌧️‼️

Bradley is on a downward spiral and Natasha doesn't know how much more she can take - unofficial sequel to 'cause no one breaks my heart like you (linked here)

☆ DRUNK IN LOVE / DRUNK IN LOVE | @feralforfrank

2 chapters | complete | 🌧️🤍

Rooster brings a drunk!reader to his house. What happens when you wake up in bed with Rooster, your sworn rival?

☆ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME | @beyondthesefourwalls

13 chapters | complete | 🌧️‼️‼️

You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could ever truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him in for a kiss, he thought maybe it was a perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply wanting it.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE read the warnings carefully before reading this story!!

☆ REMEMBER YOU EVEN WHEN I DON'T | @beyondthesefourwalls

10 chapters | complete | 🤍🍋🌧️

A training accident, the doctor had told him. A nasty one that led him here, laying in a hospital bed with a splitting headache and an inability to remember the woman sitting right beside him. What he did know, though, was that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and you felt important to him. That, as it turns out, would become an understatement

☆ HOTTER THAN TEXAS | @tongue-like-a-razor

4 chapters | ongoing | 🤍

Bradley Bradshaw is tasked with transporting a not-so-delicate package in the form of Jake Seresin's baby sister, who turns out to be Bradley's dream girl worst nightmare.

Oneshots

☆ BRAD BRAD | @peterparkersnose

wc: 1.9k | 🤍🌧️

teasing, intimidation, situationship coming to a close, ANGST, mentions of death and dealing with death, rooster is in denial of looove, fluff at the end

Rooster gets upset when a harmless joke crosses the line.

☆ "YOU TOLD ME NOT TO WORRY ABOUT THEM" | @katsu28

wc: 1.3k | request | 🌧️🤍

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x aviator!reader, callsign casper (like the ghost hehe), some swearing

Rooster gets upset when pilot hazing goes too far

☆ LOVE IN THE DARK | @bloatedandalone04

wc: 2.8k | 🌧️

swearing, angst, sad boy bradley, lowkey depressed reader, more angst bc im sick and unhappy about it, new theme

The one where the deployments become too much.

☆ WHEN I PICTURE MYSELF HAPPY, I SEE YOU | @feralforfrank

wc: idk loll | prompt | 🌧️🤍

angst with a happy ending, miscommunication trope (?), nondescriptive reader

Rooster and reader fight, but they make up in their own way.

☆ "THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT" | @katsu28

wc: 1.7k | request | 🌧️

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader, some swearing, angst

You miss Bradley so much while he's away, in trying to communicate this to him, lines get crossed and emotions rise.

☆ CRUMBLE | @daddy-bradley

wc: idk | 🌧️🤍

angst, cursing, mentions of parental insecurity, depression, anxiety, has a happy ending

You and Bradley are having your first fight after your baby is born. How will you both come to a solution and learn to cope through this together.

☆ 'CAUSE NO ONE BREAKS MY HEART LIKE YOU | @heartsofminds

wc: 19k | 🌧️‼️

heavy angst, miscommunication, heartbreak, right person wrong universe type shit, slow burn angst, disrespect towards women, drinking, bradley is a dick

Bradley Bradshaw is terrified of commitment and he decides to stop being selfish (even though its hard to see)

☆ MIDNIGHT RAIN | @bloatedandalone04

wc: 3.6k | 🤍🍋🌧️‼️

fluff, smut, angst, oral (f receiving), mentions/descriptions of bad past relationships, mentions of abuse, past abuse, toxic ex, trauma?, bad coping habits, arguments, crying, swearing

The one where Bradley is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, but even he cant fully erase the bad memories of your last relationship.

☆ THINGS UNSEEN AND HEARD | @bloatedandalone04

wc: 4.1k | 🍋🌧️🤍

smut, angst, fluff, obvious bradley insecurities, self-deprecating thoughts, unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption, maybe more

The one where you overhear Bradley talk about you to Jake and decide to give him the space he apparently wanted.

☆ THE STACHE INCIDENT | @feralforfrank

wc: no clue | drabble | 🤍

tooth rotting fluff, its honestly tragic

the title says all you need to know

☆ WHO DID THIS TO YOU? | @feralforfrank

wc: i dunno | 🌧️🤍

accidental injury (reader got hit in the face), crying, nondescript reader

It’s a drabble, I cant say much…

☆ THE ZIPPER INCIDENT | @tongue-like-a-razor

wc: i honestly, truly, don’t know | request | 🌧️🤍

fluff, angst, swearing, a pinch of smut, you stand up your date, which is shitty of you, but it’s probably worth it

You’re running late and you need help zipping up your dress. After recovering from the initial shock of seeing you all dolled up, Rooster is more than happy to assist.

☆ SLEEPYHEAD | @roosterbruiser

wc: *shrugs* | blurb | 🤍

tooth-rotting fluff, sleepy bradley

just read it goddamnit 🥹

☆ PERMANENT STATE OF OBLIVION | @topgun-imagines

wc: 3.2k | request | 🌧️🤍

drinking, arguments, angsty feelings

Despite all the times you have tried to make your feelings for the mustached pilot obvious, he still hasn't caught on. You make things clear one night at the hard deck.

☆ SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT (WITH YOUR FISTS FOR ONCE) | @dearsnow

wc: 2.5k | oneshot | 🌧️🤍

unrequited love, miscommunication, mentions of weed, jealousy, arguments, childhood friends, mentions of alcohol

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☆ IN A WORLD FULL OF BOYS | @inmyloveworld

wc: ~1.5k | oneshot | 🌧️

insecurity, allusions to anxiety, self-doubt

dating was hard. tiptoeing the line between casual and official always had you stumbling. and bradley, in spite of how good he made you feel, was no exception.

☆ I MISS YOU | @thewulf

wc: 2.1k+ | request | 🌧️

angst/hurt-comfort

Bradley forgot about your anniversary.

☆ I WANNA FEEL WHAT LOVE IS | @idkwhylou

wc: 5k | bradley bradshaw x f!reader/groundsystemtech!reader | 🌧️🤍

mutual pining, jealousy (brief flirtation), sunshine x quiet introvert, playlist flirting, he’s loud for both of you

you’re the navy’s most reserved systems specialist. bradley “rooster” bradshaw is the loud, golden retriever pilot who can’t stop watching you work. he starts with coffee. then a conversation. then a playlist. but you’re silent, guarded… until the jukebox plays his song, and you finally speak in the loudest way you know how.

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ⓒ onehopelessromantic, June 2025

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That’s What Friends Are For

Igor (Anora) x F!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You and Igor are just friends- you’re pretty sure. However, lines are blurred when you ask him to take your virginity.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; smut (piv & oral f receiving)

A/N: Thank you for the request, @freakinglizzy ! 😊

This was written in collaboration with @munsonsmixtapes 💕💕

The tv glows on yours and Igor’s faces as you sit next to each other on the couch. He’s keeping his space to be respectful of your boundaries, but god does he want to pull you close. He just knows that you’re cold and wants an excuse to warm you up.

Little does he know that you put on a scary movie so you could get close to him, but you’ve yet to make a move, pulling the blanket in your lap over your face so you don’t have to see the horrific murder on the screen.

Igor always makes you a little tongue tied, and you don’t even think he does it on purpose. He’s always so confident and has no hesitations about being a little flirty. You never feel like you’re able to offer as good as little quips or flirtations back, so this was the best thing you could think of to bring you two a little closer.

Your friendship has always had this underlying tension. People that don’t know you two, always assume your dating and Igor never corrects them. You don’t either. You don’t exactly know what he feels- if he even thinks about you a fraction as much of how often you think about him. You aren’t sure if his flirtations and little acts of affection are just because it’s become a bit between the two of you, or if he actually on some level wants you too. You can’t bring yourself to just ask him, so instead you opt to subject yourself to a terrifying movie in hopes that he’ll make a move.

Igor doesn’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. He thinks it’s amusing that you’re jumping through all these hoops when you could just ask him to cuddle. He lets out a laugh when the blanket goes over your head then scoots over to your cushion.

You feel him pull the blanket off of your head, laughing at how it’s messed up your hair but he’s quick to push it out of your face.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi,” you whisper back.

“C’mere,” he says, holding his arms open and you place yourself on his lap, moving this way and that to get situated and if you can feel him getting hard, you don’t say anything. You just bury your face into his chest as his hand moves up and down your back as he changes the channel. “I’ve got you.”

“That better?” He asks, a smirk spread across his face glancing down at you.

You lean your head against his shoulder as you two watch the tv in silence. It’s some random movie that seemingly neither of you have seen before. From the little bits you’ve seen, it seems like it’s a romantic comedy. The couple stumbles into an apartment, attached at the lips as pieces of clothing are thrown around the living room.

It feels weird watching this with your close friend but at the same time, you can’t lie to yourself and say that you haven’t imagined something like that with Igor. Because you have. You’ve just been too afraid to make a move because you’re scared. You’ve never done that kind of thing with anyone so you’re not exactly sure how to go about it.

You’re also not sure that Igor would want to have sex with you anyway. Because you’re just friends. He has not made any indication that he sees you in that way at all so you’ve just been letting your physical attraction to him fester and now, watching these people have sex on the screen, imagining that it’s you and Igor is making you wet beyond belief.

His hand is still moving up and down your back and now you look up, staring up at the side of his face. He slowly turns to you, noses bumping because of your close proximity. You watch his eyes flick to your lips then immediately back up to your eyes. His hand cradles your cheek and he slowly leans in, his lips slotting between yours in a gentle kiss.

You’re quick to respond, kissing him back, not even bothering to ask what brought this on. Igor grabs hold of your thighs and helps you straddle him so you’re more comfortable as his hands stay on your upper back, still wanting to be respectful even though he wants nothing more than to push you down onto the couch and have his way with you.

He slowly slips his tongue into your mouth and you can’t help but let a moan escape at the feeling. You’ve made out with people, but never like this. Never so hungrily that you’ve found yourself wanting to go further. It’s always fun, but it never really does anything for you. You’ve been pretty sure there’s something wrong with you because of it, but here, with Igor, he’s making you feel everything you’ve heard your friends talk about.

He grabs your ass and helps you grind against him, breaking apart to catch his breath but then immediately going back in, more hungry this time as his hips buck against yours. He doesn’t want to hold back anymore. He can’t. His cock is now straining in his jeans and he desperately needs some relief but he needs you to be the one to say the word. You have to initiate it or he’s going to feel like he’s forcing himself on you even though what you’re doing right now is very much consensual.

“Can I try something?” He asks against your lips and you pull away to nod enthusiastically. That’s not enough for him, though. He needs to hear you say it. ”Use your words,” he whispers.

“Please,” you ask, your tone matching his.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. I-I need you so bad.”

”That’s all you had to say,” he replies with a smile as his hands slide up your shirt but he stops when he sees the hesitance on your face. “What is it?” He asks, his face softening. “If you don’t want to anymore, we don’t have to.”

”It’s not that,” you shake your head. “I just-I’ve never done this before and I feel like you deserve to know that.” Your heart is pounding in your chest as you wait for him to respond. You don’t know why you’re so nervous to tell him that you’re a virgin because Igor of all people would be so sweet about it.

“Oh,” he nods, pushing your shirt back down. “We definitely don’t have to then.” Your heart is slowly breaking and you’re trying your best to not cry. He doesn’t want you. That’s what this is all about.

”But I want to.” You can tell that he doesn’t believe you and you’re wondering if showing him your wet panties would be enough to convince him that you really do want this.

”But we’re friends. You deserve someone way more special than me to be your first.” What part isn’t he getting? He is literally the only person you’ve ever thought about doing this with and apparently you’re going to have to spell that out for him.

”But Igor, you are special. You’re my best friend and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t imagined this a million times.” Igor’s caught off guard by this. He honestly had no idea that you saw him that way. He’s wondering why you never made a move, because if you had, he certainly wouldn’t have stopped you. “You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to do this with. You treat me right and I know you’ll be nothing but a gentleman.”

His eyes widened at your confession. He knows just how much you appreciate him, you tell him every day. But this is different. Sure, to some people, sex is just sex. But to Igor, it’s much more than that. He sees it as a deeper connection, another way to get to know someone intimately. He hasn’t slept with many people for that reason and he’s honestly surprised that you’d want to take this step with him when you could have literally anyone else.

He’s not taking this lightly. If anything, he’s considering it an honor and he’s going to be nothing but a gentleman to you. He’d be lying if he said that he’s also thought about the two of you in this way. There’s just something about you that he’s always been drawn to and there’s not a moment when the two of you are alone that he doesn’t think about how badly he wants to kiss you. Now that he’s gotten a little taste, he’s not sure if he can go without it since this is clearly only going to be a one time thing. But maybe if he plays his card right, it won’t be.

“Then I guess I should tell you that I’ve thought the same.” He kisses you again, his hands gliding up your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head then sitting back, wanting to get a good look at you. He swears that he could stare at you like this forever, seeing that pretty look on your face as your pupils get bigger, your bra hugging you in just the right places. You’re…beautiful.

He kisses you again, wanting to warm you up, to let you enjoy being with him like this instead of going straight for it. If he’s going to do this, he’s going to do it right. He runs his large hands up your arms, as his tongue slips into your mouth. You gasp softly at the invasion and you melt into his touch. The little noise you make goes right to his cock. He’s straining against his sweatpants but he’s not even thinking about himself- this is going to be all about you.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbles against your lips. He pulls away, kissing your neck while his fingertips graze over your skin- gently pushing your bra strap down and then kissing your shoulder. You’re anxious to relieve the pulse between your legs, so you grind against his hard length and even through your clothes it already feels so good.

He repeats his move, and slides the other strap off of your shoulder and he gives this shoulder the same tender kiss. Your hands wander under his shirt, and he helps you pull it off. You feel your face heat up. You’d seen him shirtless countless times, but suddenly the air is thick with something entirely different than all of the other times. He’s so attractive, he makes your knees weak.

“Like what you see?” he smirks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You’re suddenly a little shy, embarrassed that you were gawking at him, but he’s nothing but flattered. It makes him puff out his chest just the tiniest bit, a new surge of confidence coursing through him. His arm wraps around your back, his fingers easily finding the clasps of your bra.

“May I?” he asks, his eyes scanning yours for any sign of apprehension.

“Please,” you nod, biting your lip. He smiles, leaning up to reconnect his lips with yours as he unclasps your bra with ease. Without breaking the kiss, you let the bra fall and he pulls you in closer as he deepens the kiss. Before you two go further, he flips the two of you so you're laying back on the couch. He gazes down at you- almost hungrily, taking in the sight of you topless, looking up at him like he’s the only guy in the world.

God, he’s so lucky and now until the day he dies, he’s going to remind himself of that, that you chose him out of anyone else to sleep with for your first time. And how much of an honor he believes it to be.

He leans down and kisses your shoulder again, working his way down to your bare chest, murmuring things in Russian that he knows you don’t understand, but he just can’t find the words in English. He’s gotten all the way down to your belly button, his fingers hovering over the waistband of your leggings.

“You can take them off,” you tell him before he even has a chance to ask. He nods and grabs hold of the waistband, pulling down a little too hard and you both freeze when you hear a loud ripping sound.

You both look down and the huge split down the side seam makes the slight breeze you’re feeling make so much more sense. He gives you an apologetic look and you wave it off. You’ve had them for forever and they were really cheap anyway.

“I’ll sew them up,” he tells you as he continues to rip them until he gets to your ankle, pulling them out from under you and tossing them to the side he then pulls down your panties, tossing them until the pile amongst your other clothes then takes a moment to take him your completely naked body.

Your skin heats as his gaze, but you don’t feel nervous at all. You trust Igor. You know he would never hurt you and seeing the way he can’t take his eyes off of you, he clearly likes what he sees.

He spreads your legs just enough and before you can ask what he’s doing, you feel his fingers inside if you. They’re pumping, nice and slow to get you used to it and even with how foreign it feels having a man’s fingers where yours should be, you can’t help but think about how easily he’s able to touch all of the places you’re never able to get to.

You let out a moan, your eyes fluttering shut as your hands grip the cushion under you. For once, you release all your control and just let yourself enjoy it because for the first time, you are enjoying what’s happening.

You don’t hold back anymore, making all of the noises you feel the need to, not caring what Igor is thinking. This is all about you, after all.

He’s pumping a little harder now, his fingers getting deeper every time as he’s nothing but encouraging, his cock getting even harder with every pretty sound you make.

“Just like that, baby. Making such pretty sounds for me.” His tone is sweet and gentle just like he is, making you feel so…appreciated. He’s doing this for you and yet here he is, behaving like he’s the one on the receiving end because he’s getting hard just from hearing your noises and being on the verge of making you come.

“Oh my god,” you whine. “It feels so good.” Your breath is heavy and you feel like you’re going to come any second now. Especially when his thumb starts to rub against your clit. You’re writhing beneath him, your hands grabbing onto the cushion for dear life as you finally reach your orgasm.

He’s so glad that you decided to hang out at your place because now he can hear your loud moans without having to worry about waking up his grandmother. He knows she's hard of hearing but part of him would still be paranoid.

“That’s it, baby, let it out.” His pumps slow down and he eventually pulls his fingers out, reaching for a tissue and wiping them off. Once he’s done, he tosses them to the side and places himself on top of you, giving you a chance to calm down before moving on.

He kisses your lips before burying his face into your neck, peppering it with soft kisses as he waits for you to tell him that you’re ready. Just when he’s getting comfortable, he feels you grabbing at the waistband of his sweatpants and immediately grabs hold of your hands before looking you in the eyes.

“Easy,” he lets out a laugh. “A little eager, are we?”

“You felt how wet I was. What do you think?”

“Alright, alright. I give in.” He lets out another laugh and stands up from the couch to take off his sweatpants, his boxers coming down with them and you feel your cheeks burn as his cock comes into view. It’s bigger than you imagined and now you’re wondering if he stretched you out enough for it to fit.

He then hovers over you, his smile slowly dropping from his face and you can see that he’s just remembered something.

“What is it?” You ask, propping yourself up onto your elbows.

“I don’t have a condom.” You honestly don’t see a problem since you’re on birth control, but you completely understand why he’s worried.

“I’m on birth control, but I completely understand if you don’t want to continue.”

“So you’re okay with no protection?” He asks, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitance. He’d never forgive himself for taking advantage of you so your consent is important.

“Yes,” you nod. “It’s okay, I trust you.”

Igor can see how enthusiastic you are so he slowly moves himself to hover over you again, both of you staring downward as he slides inside. It hurts so good, unlike anything you felt before as he slowly thrusts, his hands reaching for yours. He watches you come completely undone underneath and wonders how he got so lucky as to be the only who’s ever experienced you like this.

You’re already clenching around him, moaning loudly again and it’s music to his ears, exactly what he needs to keep going. Maybe it’s just because he’s hyped this up so much in his head, but he’s convinced that you’re the perfect partner. You’re responding exactly how he wants you to, not worried about being loud and for a second, he forgets that this is your first time because you’re such a natural.

You somehow know exactly what to do, bucking your hips against his, matching his pace as your breathing becomes increasingly labored. Maybe it’s just a natural instinct, but you think most likely that it’s him. You feel so comfortable and safe with him, you aren’t worried about anything besides doing what makes you feel good. Your hands hold his shoulders, digging into his skin unintentionally. Then, your hands are finding their way to his back and he knows that you’re leaving marks in your wake. The idea of seeing them later is enough to make his head spin.

He’s never been with anyone like this. He’s not inexperienced but sex has never felt this intimate. He always tended to be the one to fall harder, to put more meaning into things than he previous partners ever did. With you, it feels different. There’s no lingering worry in the back of his mind that he’s going to get hurt. He knows the same way he’s taking care of you, you’re taking care of him. There’s no more games, no more tip toeing around feelings- it’s just you.

He’d never let himself dwell on it before, not wanting to ruin the friendship he had with you, but it’s becoming so apparent to him now that no one else will ever make him feel like this. He can’t take his eyes off you. The way your hair is played out, the way your eyes widen as you’re looking up at him, the rise and fall of your chest, the way your mouth is contorting into an ”O” with your pretty lips- you’re a vision. He can’t go back to being just your friend, he can’t let this be the only time he sees you like this. He wants you all the time.

He’s been trying to push it down for years, but flirting with you just comes so naturally. You’ve been convinced that that’s just Igor being himself, but what you’ve failed to notice is that he’s not like that with anyone else. You’re the only one he ever wants to flirt with. It feels so natural with you and hearing you flirt right back makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, like maybe you do feel the same way, but if you did, surely you would have said something by now, right?

You’re getting close, he can see it on your face, so he pumps a little faster in order to get you there quicker. You’re making all the right sounds, making him want you even more, so much so that the words he’s been holding in all the time are on the tip of his tongue.

“I love you,” you whine as you reach your peak and both of you freeze as soon as the words leave your mouth. You stare at each other, wide eyed, both of you too afraid to do anything else. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You wanted to tell him on your own terms. Not involuntarily during climax.

You’re embarrassed beyond belief, wanting to take it back but know you can’t because it’s true. The words linger in the air, your heart pounding as the silence progressively becomes deafening. It’s torture sitting in silence as the seconds go by. You’d think that he would have at least something to say, but he’s got nothing.

Just when you’re about to leave, He slowly smiles, a full on grin appearing on his face. And before you can say anything, he’s pinning you back down against the couch, peppering your face in kisses and you can’t stop yourself from giggling.

“I love you too,” he says before going in for a kiss on your lips. His slot between yours and this is nothing like the other kisses you’ve shared tonight. It’s as if you’re pouring out all of your feelings for each other into it.

His hands find yours and he threads his fingers through yours, giving them a gentle squeeze as he kisses you with everything that he has, like he’s trying to communicate exactly how he feels through his kisses.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs against your lips. “Wanted you for so long.“

“I feel the exact same way,” you reply as he pulls away. “I love you, Igor. I really do. I-I wasn’t just saying that because of the orgasm.”

“I know you weren’t. Now come on, let’s get cleaned up and into bed.”

He moves your arms so they wrap around his neck so he can help carry you to the bathroom. He turns on the water for the two of you, and you both shower together. It starts off innocently enough, but soon enough he’s kneeling down in front of you. He’s kissing down your abdomen and hooking your leg over his shoulder so he can eat you out as you rest your back against the wall of the shower.

He’d have stayed there for hours if you’d let him. You were already so sensitive from your first orgasm, but he’s able to pull you apart with his tongue before you feel completely spent. He works his tongue through your folds, and his lips suck on your clit until you're squirming. He’s moaning under you and you’re amazed how he’s just as into this as you are. He coaxes a second orgasm from you, happily working you through it. He helps you clean up and then he grabs towels for the both of you.

His hands never leave your body, helping guide you to your bedroom. He’s been over enough times to know exactly what drawer your favorite pajamas are in. He knows to grab your most worn shirt and your softest pair of pajama pants. He helps you get dressed before grabbing his sweats that you’ve stolen and have amongst your clothes.

When he slides into bed next to you, you immediately cuddle up to his side and you rest your head on his chest. Your body slots against his so perfectly. He wraps his arms around you, tugging you closer so your flush against him. He kisses your forehead, your nose, your lips, mumbling how much he loves you until you’re both asleep.

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hot tub surprise

Negan Smith x Female Reader one shot

Non-apocalyptic AU // The Walking Dead AU

Summary: You sneak over to your older next door neighbor's house and use his hot tub. Hoping that he'll come out and catch you.

Warnings- mature language, alcohol consumption, age gap(reader's over 18, Negan's in his 40s), breaking and entering, NSFW, SMUT, slight masochism, masturbation, degradation, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, ages 18+

Author's Note: There were a few times where I had to stop and take a deep breath to calm down because it got pretty hot lol. But I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you guys like it♡

💕divider by @saradika-graphics

There was something you always liked about your next door neighbor, Negan Smith.

Maybe it was because you were into older men. It could be his cocky, devil-may-care personality. Or perhaps it was that deep husk in his voice that always made your pussy throb. But ever since he's moved here you've had your eyes on him.

You are under the impression that perhaps Negan was attracted you too. As he showers you with compliments every time you see him. There have also been a few times where you've caught him staring at you a little too long. And he's always searching for a reason to be able to "accidentally" touch you in some way.

However, he's never actually told you or made some sort of move. Though neither have you.

The reason being that you are still currently living with your parents. One of them is always around which makes it difficult for you to try and flirt with him. You don't want your parents to know that you're attracted to your older neighbor. What would they think if they found out? Certainly they would disapprove. What makes the matter even worse is that Negan is really good friends with your father. So.. double yikes.

Still, you're always looking for the perfect opportunity to make a move on him.

Luckily for you, your parents are going out of town this weekend to celebrate their anniversary. Your father took another day off from work so that they can come back on Monday. That way they have more time to spend alone together. So there had never been a better opportunity for you than now.

Negan's got a hot tub in his backyard. He had it installed last year. On cool, windy nights he's often in there. In nothing but his black swim trunks, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. You know this all too well because you have a perfect view of it from your bedroom window. It would be embarrassing to admit how many times you've looked out of your window to see if he was out there. Not that you're a total stalker. Only staring at him for no more than a few seconds before carrying on with your day. But man, seeing his wet body sure does make everything better. That broad, hairy chest and those toned, tattooed arms glistening from the water. You've certainly fantasized about being with him in that spa plenty of times. Straddling his lap and making out with him until one of you takes it further.

Negan had said that your parents or even the three of you could go over to use it anytime you wanted. Your parents had went together a couple times. You didn't want to feel like a third wheel, so you didn't go when they invited you. There wasn't any way you would go by yourself, as it doesn't seem appropriate. However, now that your parents are going out of town for a while.. perhaps you could make something work with that.

//

Thursday evening.

Your father and Negan are sitting on the patio, having a couple of beers. When Negan asks about weekend plans, your father tells him about their anniversary getaway. How this is their 25th year together and they wanted to do something special. They are going to be staying at a luxury, spa hotel next to the lake. Spending the entirety of their time there relaxing by the water, drinking expensive wine, and getting full body massages.

"That sounds very nice, the two of you will have a great time." Negan offers his thoughts on the matter. "Twenty five years? That's fucking remarkable."

"Yeah, thanks. We're really looking forward to it." Your father replies before downing the rest of his bottle. "Hey, y/n!" He calls for you from outside.

You poke your head out, briefly locking eyes with Negan and giving him a nod before looking at your father. "Yeah?"

"Could you grab me another beer, sweetheart?"

Negan leans forward, holding his bottle up. "Make that two, would you?"

You go to retrieve them and your father asks Negan if he has anything going on this weekend.

Negan takes the last sip of his beer, taking a second to ponder on it. "Do I have something to do? Uh no, not much." You come back outside with two beers in your hands. Walking over to them you hand your father his beer first as he was closer. "Think I'm gonna spend the weekend drinking and relaxing, myself." You go to give the other bottle to Negan. His hand reaches out to grab it as he keeps talking, "maybe take a dip in the hot tub." His fingers brush over yours as he takes the beverage. You look at him and he gives you a half smirk, "thank you darlin'."

"You're welcome." You smile back at him before turning around to go back inside. God, the tension you've just felt. Also, that pet name definitely made you blush.

Good thing your father was focused on popping opening his bottle and didn't notice the exchange. Because you were certainly burning up after that. Why does Negan keep doing that to you? Surely he must know the effect he has on you. And that mention about his hot tub was certainly a jab at you. Yeah.. he knows. He fucking knows!

//

Friday arrives.

You had work/studies the whole morning. But your parents spent the time getting everything ready for their trip. Making sure that they had their bags packed, and checking to see that things at home will be in order while they're gone. Once the afternoon rolls around, you are in the driveway waving your parents goodbye.

"Have a great time- and drive safe!" You call out just before they drive away.

Finally, you will be home alone for the next few days. Which means you'll have Negan all to yourself.

You've come up with a bold plan. Something risky. You are going to make the first move. Show him how very interested you are in him.

Negan had left his house shortly after the sun had went down. Which wasn't an issue for you, since that would make it much easier for you to carry out your plan.

You picked out the hottest, most revealing bikini that you own and booked it over to Negan's house. Making sure that none of the other neighbors see you before letting yourself in through the backyard gate. It wasn't new to you as you've already been here quite a few times for casual hangouts and such with your parents. But it's now the first time you been over here by yourself. It brings on a surge of adrenaline.

Taking the time you have to set the mood, you start up the spa. Turning on his radio and setting it on low to your local station that plays all the best love songs. After everything seems to be set, you take off your clothes and climb into the large tub. Settling into the water with a sigh. The water is hot and the jets feel amazing on your back. Now you know why Negan loves this thing so much, it's incredible!

Some time goes by before you ultimately hear the sound of a car pulling up front. You get up out of the water and sit on the edge of the tub. On the farthest one, that way you are facing the back door in which you anticipate Negan will come out from. There are lights being turned on inside, confirming that he's home. Your heart pounds faster in your chest when you realize they're getting closer. Then the light above you comes on, the door swings open, and out steps Negan.

The instant his eyes land on you he is visibly shocked. "What the hell- y/n? What are you doing here?"

His eyes travel down your entire body then snap back up to your face. You're wearing the tiniest fucking bikini he's ever seen, it's barely covering anything!

You bite your lip, looking him up and down. He's got on a fitted tshirt with some dark jeans, and his leather jacket folded over his arm. You grin at him before reply, "hi Negan. I hope you don't mind that I came over for a dip, since you said I could anytime." Using one hand to brace yourself on the tub, you lean back and spread your legs. Running the other hand teasing up your thigh. "I'd really like it if you'd join me."

He speaks to you with a mixture of anger and urgency, "damn it y/n, this seriously isn't the-" Something cuts him off.

"Hey, there you are." A woman suddenly steps out of the house looking for Negan. You quickly close your legs, startled by this new woman's presence. Her gaze immediately widens at you before turning towards him, "I'm sorry, who's this?"

This is one of the most embarrassing things that could have ever happened to you. Clearly she saw you flirting lewdly with Negan. You search around desperately for something to cover up, but there's nothing nearby. The lower half of your body is frozen in place and refuses to move. So you sit there awkwardly. Managing to get out, "shit, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't realize you had company."

The woman still stares at Negan, expecting an answer. He sighs, "this is my neighbor. She lives right next door. Look I swear, I didn't know she would come over like this. But I know her parents and we'll find a way to deal with this."

He looks at you with disappointment in his eyes, which crushes you even more. You wish you could just go back to prevent this from happening.

The woman still appears uneasy about the whole situation, and rightfully so. You've just completely interrupted their evening. She motions towards the door, "yeah I think I'm going to go. You obviously have something here you need to take care of and I really don't want to stay for that."

Negan swears under his breath, shaking his head before replying. "Yeah, I understand."

He opens the door so she can go inside and grab her things. As she goes in, he directs his attention towards you. "Stay right there. Don't you go anywhere, young lady."

You give him an apologetic nod and he steps in after the woman. Sinking back into the water as it gives you some form of coverage. This sucks. It seriously does. Now you're worried that he's going to tell your parents about this, fuck! You use the time to come up with something, to beg him not to tell on you.

A minute or so goes by before the opening of the door catches your attention. Negan steps outside. He takes a few steps towards you, then plants his feet and crosses his arms. He looks beyond pissed. "Well then, would you mind telling me what the fuck you think you're doing?"

You tense up, unable to make or hold eye contact with him. Instead choosing to stare down at the water in front of you. "I-I'm really sorry, Negan. I shouldn't have come over like this."

"No you shouldn't have, this is highly inappropriate." He berates you more. "And you know that. What the hell were you thinking?"

Tears start to form in your eyes. You feel like a dog that's being scorned for peeing on the carpet. "I know it is, and I'm so sorry.. But I promise to never do it again. I'll just go home okay. P-Please don't tell my parents about this."

Negan clicks his tongue sharply at that. "Shit I don't know. There's a lot you did that I can't just let go. Breaking into my backyard, using my stuff without asking, wearing practically nothing and then opening your legs in front of me like a fucking slut."

You miss the way his tone changes towards the end of that last sentence. "I sincerely apologize, and especially for ruining your date. I didn't mean to do that. I won't do it ever again."

He exhales heavily. "Look at me."

You muster up enough courage to bring your gaze up towards him. He looks hot when he's mad. And you hate to admit it, but his scolding gives your core a pleasant sensation. It's a strange feeling, you're unsure how to describe it. Your thighs squeeze together as a result of that. Negan seems to have caught on to that as well.

"I guess I don't have to tell your folks about any of this," he starts. "And I won't tell them, if you get back up that ledge and spread those legs again."

"I'm- you want me to do what?" You reply shakily. Not sure whether you heard him correctly or not. But that heavy look in his eyes tell you that he was dead serious.

"I said get back on that Goddamn ledge and spread those pretty fucking legs for me. You want me to keep my mouth shut, don't you?"

A shiver rattles your spine at his words. You nod, "mhm."

He gives a hum. "What are you waiting for, then? Get your ass up there."

You emerge from the water and sit right back where you were before. Doing as you're told and opening your legs. Shame and arousal mix together pleasantly throughout your body when you notice his gaze trailing over every part of your body.

Negan gives a wolf whistle, "Hot damn that is a wonderful sight to see." He is at the other side of the tub now, leaning against it to get a better view. "Now do me a favor and undo those straps, sweetheart. I wanna see it all."

Using your hand you release every strap of your bikini. Starting first with the top, then the bottoms. Letting the articles fall onto the floor behind you. You are now completely naked, your plush breasts and warm cunt on full display before Negan.

He licks his lips, "shit baby, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous." There is a tent at the front of his pants, indicating that he's getting hard from the sight of you. He removes his own clothing, stripping down to his boxers. Then he climbs into the tub, sitting at the opposite end of you. "Go on and touch yourself."

Your fingers move to your clit, drawing circles at a teasing- yet pleasurable pace. Inserting them into your aching hole then bringing them back to smear your wetness around your bud. Releasing moans and whimpers that are music to Negan's ears.

He runs his own hand over his bulge. His breath is getting heavier, "is this how you touch yourself when you're thinking about me?"

"Yes," you nod, admitting that you do.

"Yeah, I bet you think about me every time huh? Thinking about my fingers instead of your own inside you. Sitting that pretty ass on my face while I eat that pussy. Or my cock slamming in and out of you as I fuck you dumb. Is that right baby?"

Your hips stutter as you listen to every filthy word that left his mouth. "God, yes.. I think about you all the time Negan. I want you s-so bad."

A chuckle leaves his lips. "I know you do." He leaves the wall and comes closer to you. His hazel eyes filled with lust. "And you wanna know something? I want you too." Standing directly before you, he places his large palms on your thighs. Gliding them up to your stomach. "I've wanted you for so long, you have no fucking idea how crazy it drove me." He brings his face closer to where his lips are almost touching yours. "And now that I've got you all to myself I'm gonna take my time and enjoy every second of it."

He leans in, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. Slipping his tongue into your welcoming mouth, you can taste the whiskey that he'd been drinking. The roughness of his beard scratches pleasantly against your soft skin while he devours you. One of his hands caresses your breasts as he trails wet kisses and marks down your neck. Pulling back slightly to look at your breast when he rubs and pinches at your peaked nipple. "You've got some nice tits." He states, taking it into his mouth to suck on the bud.

Your fingers run through his hair while he sucks marks on to your chest. Meanwhile your core is aching for some attention, your hips press against him. "Negan, please."

He chuckles at your neediness. "Look at you squirming for me. Don't worry, I'm gonna give you what you need." Sliding further down your body, he brings his face to your pelvis. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, wasting no more time as he buries his face in your eager cunt. He licks a long strip up your slit towards your clit, letting out a deep groan. "Fuck, your pussy tastes amazing." He laps at you a few more times before his tongue travels upward to lick and suck on your clit. Inserting two of his thick fingers into your dripping entrance, he begins pumping them in and out of you. Skillfully curling them against that spot that immediately gets you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Oh f-fuck, right there- please." You moan, right on the verge of sweet release. Trying hard not to be too loud as to not alert any of the neighbors.

He can feel by the tightening of your walls that you are about to cum. "Go ahead baby, cum all over my face."

His approval was everything you needed. Your orgasm gushes out of you while you let go with a strained cry. Negan laps it up with a satisfied hum. There's a shift in his eyes when he looks up at you, they're darker. Hungrier. Once you come back down from the high you bring your focus to his cock, straining to get out of his drenched boxers. The article sticking to his skin, giving a gorgeous outline of his manhood. You reach down, palming it. The action making him hiss.

"Want something, darlin'?"

You reach under the waistband to fully grasp his hardened member. Stroking it while whispering, "I want this.. want you."

"Good, because I need to feel that pussy around my dick now." He snatches you off from the edge, turning you around and bending you over it. Tugging down the rest of his boxers, he pulls out his cock. He lines himself up with your entrance and slides right in, the intrusion making both of you groan. The water sloshes around more violently as he pounds into you. "Shit you're so fucking tight. Keep sucking me right in" He pants while thrusting into you. You moan in ecstasy, not able to do much but lay there and take his cock. He leans over you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head to the side so he can talk in your ear. "Such a dirty fucking girl you are. I wonder what your old man would think if he found out, hm? That you snuck over here and let me fuck you like the horny little slut that you are."

You let out a loud cry in response, your spongy walls clamping tighter down on him. "I.. I don't know." Was all you manage to mutter out.

A deep chuckle leaves his lips, brushing past your sensitive skin. "Oh you don't? Maybe I should ask him then."

"No!" You nearly scream out loud. "Don't tell him, please!"

His brutal thrusting doesn't falter, slamming into you balls deep every thrust. "I won't if you promise to be a good girl and cum on my cock."

"God yes- yes! I promise to cum all over your cock."

His hand snakes in front of you to rub firmly on your clit. The extra stimulation making your body tremble uncontrollably under him. You are so close to cumming and so is he, but he needs you to let go first. He urges you on, "that's it baby, cum for me."

"Ohh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Your eyes roll back and you finally cum. Cunt squeezing down hard on his cock and milking him of his own orgasm. He pulls out of you just in time to shoot his load all over your back. Releasing a deep groan as he paints your skin with his warm, milky seed.

"Holy shit," Negan laughs breathlessly. The two of you stay there for a few seconds to catch your breaths. He is the first to move, "alright stay right here. I'm gonna get something to clean you up." He exits the spa, going to collect a towel from the towel rack. Stepping back in he uses the article to wipe your pussy and the cum from your back. Making sure you are nice and clear before tossing the soiled cloth on to the floor. He taps you lightly, "all done."

"Thank you," you return coming off the edge and settling down next to him in the relaxing water. Both naked and satisfied.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, giving you a sweet peck on your lips. "That was fucking incredible."

"Mm, sure was." You sigh contentedly, resting your head on his chest.

His thumb brushes affectionately against your arm. "It looks like I've got you all to myself for the next couple of days."

"What happens after that?"

He gives a half smirk. "We'll figure that out later. But you are mine and I'm not giving you up, that's for damn sure."

You grin widely at his answer.

[chimivx]

Im so happy that you are accepting vegas scenarios. Thank you so much 💗

Can it be like a lazy fluffy family day, just them enjoying their day with Dae.

Actually, am ok with whatever you write lol I just miss them. They are my comfort place 💕

Have a great day ✨️

...dads and their toddlers -> vegas!yoongi/vegas!couple <3

moms and their infants, dads and their toddlers… i enjoyed writing this. i miss them with all of my heart. trust they are happy & taken care of.

wc: 2.5k. warnings: f l u f f. vegas masterlist.

“No, no, no!”

Feet thundered on the hardwood floor, startling you where you stood at the counter slicing up fruits, tossing the pieces into a little pink bowl. Pressing a hand to the stretchy cotton wrapped around your front, your shoulders and your back, you curled a finger over the fabric and peeked inside, hoping tiny fluffy eyelashes were still laying over round, chubby cheeks. Taking the smallest breath without disturbing the little one, though she was used to everything by now, you cover her back up and finish chopping up the apple your three year old asked for ten minutes ago.

“No!”

Yoongi’s shout carried through the living room, echoed into the hall and found you in the kitchen. The sound of his voice alone, though he seemed like he was fighting a battle, brought you comfort. His voice and Dae’s maniacal giggles. Inseparable, the two of them, since Yoongi’s been able to live back at home with the three of you. Your girl, your Dae, an exact replica of her father, she adored him.

And she had him wrapped around her finger.

Wherever Dae went, Yoongi was behind her. Whatever Dae wanted, Yoongi gave her. All it took was a little pout and the blinking of her lashes and he melted into a puddle on the floor. The subtlest slouch of her shoulders and he would give in, even if he’s said no many times before. So many times you’ve mumbled what trouble she got him in, but with one tip of his chin, glare of his eyes and smirk of his lips, he told you she got this from you.

Truthfully, Dae’s fixation with her father made it easy to bring her sister into the family. Though you sometimes wished she’d ask to lay with you at night instead of Yoongi, or that she wanted you to read her a book instead of Yoongi humming her songs, you were burdened with glorious purpose.

Hyejin came into your lives around the end of August, right when things flipped upside for you and Yoongi for a bit like life normally would. Everything happened at once, that’s how things went around here, new baby, private life media breach, something of a public scandal that you’ll fight till your last breath defending- Nine months pregnant, heavily exhausted from mothering a two year old at the same time, every reporter, every nonsense human being who came around looking for their fifteen minutes, they didn’t stand a chance.

Not Yoongi nor Jin could stop you. If you caught someone's ear, if they dared to step up to the woman in sweatpants with her belly popping out of a cropped sweater, that was their own fault. Neither man could tell you to lay down, eat something, or sleep. It was your second rodeo and you knew what you were doing. Pregnant with Hyejin, you could take on the fucking world, you were invincible, you were fearless. Every worry you had the first time around with Dae, gone. Every precaution you’d take, every cautious step, every jump at every single subtle sound, gone.

You weren’t sick like you had been throughout your first pregnancy, you weren’t drowsy and fatigued, you didn’t have the need to lie down or sit down often- You were exhausted, yes, but not because of Hyejin. Dae kept you on your toes, especially on days when Yoongi had to work, or Sunny had to fly to LA, or Jin had to also work. When it was just you and her, she ran the show, but as she should. You soaked in as much time as possible with her, your first baby, the girl who changed your life for the better.

Time spent with Dae healed you in more ways than one. You worked hard to be the best mother you could be for her, and Yoongi the best father. A promise you kept with one another, for your children.

The two of you went on mother daughter dates appropriate for a two year old. Getting your nails painted, shopping for clothes and toys, letting Sunny cut and style your hair together, making art with her, dancing around her bedroom with her. It’d been your favorite time with her, the best time, and now with a baby strapped to your front, it was Yoongi’s turn.

The nights he’d lay with Dae were nights you spent nursing Hyejin, something you never go to experience with your first born. She was an entirely different child, but that didn’t mean you loved either one any less. It’d been scary the first time around, a lot of things did not go how they were supposed to, how you and Yoongi wanted them to go. After Hyejin’s birth it felt as though you both needed to relearn how to be a new parent.

She grew quickly, she ate when she was supposed to, she made it past the one month and two month old check up without having to be readmitted to the hospital. Getting her to sleep was a breeze, but she was sure to let you know when she was awake and ready to be fed. Hyejin became the boss in the sweetest way, and you and Yoongi both know that Dae had paved the way.

Where your first born was kind, charming and gentle, Hyejin was already fearless, confident and headstrong. The day she starts walking is the day Dae’s life changes. You couldn’t wait for the two of them to grow up together, two tiny best friends.

“Min Dae,” you called out, turning your chin out the archway into the hall so your voice would carry to the little one probably pinning her father to the rugs in the living room. Slicing another apple for you and Yoongi you tossed it into another bowl and slid it onto the island counter behind you. Grabbing the already full bowl of grapes and tangerines, you slid that over as well. Spinning around, you grabbed onto Hyejin and gasped aloud.

“Hey, D, can- Oh my god!”

Dae sat on top of his shoulders, her pink pajama pants bringing a pink tinge to Yoongi’s cheeks. Holding onto her ankles, Dae holding onto the top of his head, they both wore the same tight lipped smile and broke into the same fit of giggles when they successfully scared you. They snuck in while you were situating the snacks, Yoongi still standing on bent knees he tiptoed into the kitchen with.

“I told you we’d get her,” Yoongi looked up at Dae who gave him an upside down smile as her dad shook her where she sat.

“We scared you,” Dae said, proud as ever, hands gripping at the dark strands of her fathers hair.

“Yes,” you breathed, giving her a smile. “You scared me,” you said, giving Yoongi a look, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he crooned, coming to your side with a kiss for you. Taking a hand to his cheek you pulled at it and curled your lip.

“Almost peed,” you mumbled, and Dae thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Falling forward over her fathers head her hands dropped to his shoulders and she almost slid off his back. Reaching his hands backward he grabbed her under her arms and maneuvered her around to prop her on his hip. “You think it’s funny Dae-sy!?”

“Yes, Mommy,” she giggled, “Don’t pee your pants!” Yoongi clenched his jaw, his smile unmatched, trying to withhold his laughter.

Leaning in toward her, you tapped the tip of her nose and said, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Snacks in hand, everyone acquiring a bowl, your little family ventured back into the living room, taking to the floor, the fruits living on the wooden coffee table between the couches. Dae, to your surprise, cozied up on your lap, or one of your thighs rather, her sister took up most of the room.

“What do we say to Mama?” Yoongi asked Dae from your left, raising his brows into the hair that was slowly starting to grow longer over his forehead.

Your three year old looked over her shoulder with a mouthful of grapes and smiled. “Tank you,” she said quietly, not every letter quite making it out with the words.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, you said, “You’re welcome, my baby.”

Yoongi danced a hand over your back, scooting even closer to you on the rug. His legs pressed into your hips, if they were stretched out they’d be able to wrap around you and you’d fit perfectly between his hips. Sliding his fingers down your arm reaching for a tangerine, he took it, tossed it into his other hand, laced his fingers with yours and pressed his lips to your ear. “How’s my baby doing?”

Warmth burned in your cheeks as you smiled back at him, catching his lips in the quickest kiss. “Good,” you whispered. He leaned forward and laid his head on your shoulder, both of his hands wrapping around your front, just over where Hyejin slept. “She’s tired today.”

“You’ve got her all warm and snuggly, I’d be tired too,” he said quietly. His hands held her, his fingers smoothing over her back through the fabric of the wrap around you. “Wish we had this with Dae.”

“She would’ve hated it, D,” you half laughed. “She’s so nosey, imagine trying to keep her in here.”

He pursed his lips and nodded, looking down at his first born watching the two of you intently with her cheeks puffed out, full of fruit. “That’s why you’re so smart.”

You poked her nose and she giggled. “‘Cause you’re so curious.”

“Yeaaah,” she tried to sing, and the two of you laughed aloud. Dae grinned wide, proud of herself.

“I told Jimin she’s a Shawol, he didn’t believe me,” Yoongi said. “We have to get that in a video.”

Taking Dae’s cheeks between a finger and your thumb, you squished them, turning her smile silly. “One of her dancing, too. Taemin can take her on tour.”

Yoongi furrowed his brow. “She could probably handle that, put Guilty on the TV.”

“Gui-tee!” Dae leapt to her feet, stomped in place, eyes wide, then rushed for the flat screen on the wall.

Scrambling to find the remote, Yoongi shot you a look. “You tell Kook she’s no longer obsessed with his song anymore?” Pressing the power button the TV lit up and Dae shrieked, making Hyejin stir.

Placing a hand over her back, you pouted. “I don’t have the heart, D, what the hell am I supposed to say?”

Yoongi, now leaning over the coffee table, his eyes fixated on the TV like his daughters, searched up Taemin’s music video, and the moment Dae saw the thumbnail she babbled something neither you nor Yoongi could make out.

“That she likes this shirtless guy now instead of him,” he joked, snickering as he clicked play, giving you a smile.

The music started and you couldn’t help it as your eyes slid over to the screen. The beat of the song, the sound of his voice, the artistry of the entire piece, you longed to know what went through his head when he came up with these concepts. Helping the guys with theirs before their enlistment, keeping the spark alive while they did their mandatory service, it was exciting- but nothing quite like this. Taemin had a creative brain you yearned to pick. The choreography, the music, the passion…

“See, you like him, too,” Yoongi teased, pulling you from the daze as Taemin pulled his hand out of his shirt.

Nearly breaking your neck you shot him a glare, the smile evident on your lips.

“For your information, I was admiring the art,” you said.

He raised an eyebrow. “Mhm,” he smirked. “If he released this a few months earlier he’d be responsible for that one,” he mumbled, glancing down at Hyejin.

Clicking your tongue, you slouched over defeated, smile playing at your lips, arms wrapping over Hyejin who made some noise. “Is it so horrible it’s a tragically sexy song?” Supporting your baby you began to maneuver yourself out of the wrap. Yoongi moved to your side and helped, one hand beneath yours to keep Hyejin safe, the other untangling you from the fabric.

“It is tragically sexy,” he whispered, taking the wrap from you, smiling down at Hyejin who had opened her eyes. Free from her cocoon of warmth she stretched out her arms and wiggled her head, her legs kicking forward one by one. Her fluff of dark hair was cradled in your elbow. “I like the video too,” he whispered, meeting your eyes with the tiniest smile, “Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I know you do,” you whispered back, kissing him when he tilted his head. Twirling behind the two of you, Dae sang along, or tried, and danced to the rhythm, following Taemin and his team of talented dancers. Hyejin let out one whine and you laughed against his lips. “Our kids don’t let us kiss.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and looked down at Hyejin and her pastel purple long sleeved footed pajamas. “It’s a wonder we were able to have her.” Catching his eyes for two seconds, heart sinking a smidge, he placed a hand to your cheek, his thumb dragging beneath your lashes. It wasn’t what he meant, he was adding to the joke, not making light of what you both went through last winter. Almost a month away from the date.

Hyejin whined once more, her arms and legs going astray, pulling your attention toward her.

“Are you hungry?” you asked softly, reaching between you and the baby to set her up for her own lunch. Yoongi moved behind you, helping you situate yourself, your shirt, the baby, giving you a place to rest while you fed her.

Taemin ended, and autoplay gave your daughter the greatest gift ever. The BigHit intro played, and she froze. She knew this intro. It was either her father, or BTS themselves, or someones solo stuff. You’ve given her a taste of Tomorrow X Together, some days she’d beg for Chasing That Feeling. The scream that rung through the air when Jungkook appeared, tattoos on display in his sleeveless vest, hair hanging over his forehead, it made you and your husband laugh.

“Kookie, Kookie, Kookie!” she shouted again, and again, and again, running in circles as she did.

Leaning your head back on Yoongi’s shoulder, you looked up at him and gave him a tight lipped smile. “She’s still obsessed.”

“Of course she is,” he mumbled. The smell of fresh, sweet citrus filled the air. He pressed a small tangerine slice to your lips and slipped it inside your mouth when you parted them. “Uncle Kookie gives her whatever she wants.” Kissing you any way he could, he smiled and fed you another piece of tangerine, making sure you were taken care of while you took care of his daughter, your daughter.

“She misses him,” you whispered.

Yoongi bobbed his head. “Yeah,” he sighed, looking at Dae twirling to the music, then at you with a pout forming on both your faces. “We all do.”

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

hellooo are you writing for alex cabot x fem reader? can i request a fluff or smut one please? i miss our ice queen so much 🥺

- 🤸🏻

More Than Anything || Alex Cabot x fem! reader

Summary: you're the most important thing in Alex's life, and she always takes the time to let you know

Warnings/contains: domestic fluff, discussions of criminal court and brief mentions of a criminal case/the crimes committed (nothing in detail), smut/nsfw, romantic/passionate sex (lovemaking if you will), vaginal fingering (reader receiving)

Beginning notes: I don't actually have alex on the list of characters that I write for but I was debating on whether or not to write for her anyway so I decided to indulge you. I hope you like it 💕

If there was one person who worked hard at her job, it was ADA Alex Cabot. She practically lived and breathed the legal system with the way she so fully immersed herself into her work, and it was clear to everyone just how much she valued it and saw it as an important part of her life. The only thing, in fact, that could ever hold a candle to it was her relationship with you.

After the many long and tedious hours she spent prosecuting criminals, she was always relieved when it finally came time for her to clock out and make her way back home, which is where she could count on you to be waiting for her. She thought it was cute how often you'd try to stay up until she got back, only to be found passed out on the couch or curled up in the bed of your shared apartment.

In this instant, it was one of those days where her court cases had gone surprisingly smooth, which meant she got to come home early for once. You were still awake, sitting at the small table in the kitchen with a mug full of some sort of hot drink. The steam from the liquid danced in the air as you stirred it with your spoon, dispersing the moment you blew on it.

"Hey, honey. How was work?" You greeted in a manner that was just as warm as your beverage (if not more so), watching as she hung up her coat on the rack before carefully slipping off her shoes and placing them in a neat row by the door.

"Better than usual. I had to drop a charge on a rape and homicide from murder two down to manslaughter one just to get an indictment, but overall it could've gone much worse."

She chuckled lightly at the look of displeasure on your face. It wasn't often that she discussed the details of her cases with you, because she knew you neither understood the legal jargon nor had any interest in hearing about the atrocities she dealt with on a daily basis. That was perfectly fine by her, as she much preferred getting to keep her work and home life as separate from one another as possible.

"Well, that's just lovely," you commented dryly in response before taking a sip of your drink, the steamy liquid seeming to pool down into the very coldest bits of you and warming you up from the inside out. The winters in New York were always freezing, which is one of the reasons why you were glad Alex was home so early. You liked being able to cuddle with her before you went to sleep.

"I think I need a nice, hot bath after a day like this," she mused as she made her way over, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek before speaking next to your ear in a low and borderline sultry tone. "Care to join me?"

You felt a shiver go down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold, your drink forgotten as you allowed her to take you by the hand and pull you up from your seat. "I think you already know the answer to that."

One intimate yet (mostly) innocent bath later, the two of you found yourselves naked and tangled up in bed under the sheets, pressed close to one another as you tried your best to stay warm. It certainly didn't hurt to have your girlfriend touching you the way she was.

Alex's lips ghosted over the column of your throat while you tilted your head back, a quiet sigh of content escaping you at the way she kissed you so fervently. One of your hands clutched at her back while the other snaked up to the hair at the nape of her neck, your fingers lacing through the silky blonde strands and giving them a light tug as you subtly directed her mouth on where to go.

Her hands, meanwhile, mapped out each and every section of your body before finally slipping between your legs, her tender touch on your bare thighs causing your breath to hitch. A gaspy moan was pulled from your lips when her fingers brushed over your slit and dipped beneath your wet folds, teasing your aching entrance.

“A-Alex-” you whined out her name while allowing your eyes to flutter shut, starting to become overwhelmed in the best way possible. “P-Please- Need you-”

You could feel the corners of her lips quirk upwards against your neck into a smirk of amusement at your desperate pleading, and the humming noise she let out had your body trembling in anticipation. “You know, I always thought you sounded the prettiest whenever you begged,” her husky voice breathed out right next to your ear, causing goosebumps to pop up in her wake.

Before you could respond, she slipped her fingers inside your dripping hole, hitting all the right spots as she pleasured you. One thing about Alex is that she was an expert at being able to get your toes curling in delight and your back arching up off the bed as quickly as possible.

“Oh, God-” Your grip on her hair tightened with one hand as the other dug your nails into her shoulder blade, the quiet hissing noise she let out from the action only getting you more aroused. You could tell she needed this as much as you did, it having been far too long since you were able to properly enjoy each other’s company without her work getting in the way.

It didn't take very long for you to get close, something she could tell right away. She was determined to make you fall apart just like this, with her body on yours while her fingers moved expertly deep inside you. "C'mon, baby, cum for me," she urged, her tone borderlining on pleading in a way that you rarely ever heard from her. "Cum for me like a good girl."

That one little sentence is what finally pushed you over the edge, what had you crying out in ecstasy as you reached your peak, what made your body tense up as the coil deep in your stomach snapped before you sunk back into the mattress laying beneath you both, effectively turned into nothing more than a pile of boneless mush. You were exhausted, and your entire body felt like it was made out of jello, but you could honestly say that was the most best and perhaps intense orgasm you'd had in a while.

"God, that felt good," you mused while Alex placed a few lazy kisses to your neck. "You should really get off work early more often."

She let out a soft hum of amusement in response while lifting her head up to watch you with those blue eyes of hers. Most people would probably describe them as having an icy appearance, but they didn't know her like you did, because all you saw when you looked in them was the warm look of love. "You think so?"

"Yeah." The two of you were quiet for a moment as you simply laid there in each other's embrace before you spoke up again. "I love you, Alex."

At that, she smiled, one that was genuine and not full of the sarcasm or arrogance she had while at work. "I love you, too," she whispered just barely loud enough for you to hear. "More than anything."

End notes: I started this wayyy back in January when I first got the ask and then lost the google docs file I wrote it in and only found it recently so my bad for how late this is getting out 💔 requests for alex are absolutely welcomed though! currently the svu characters I'll probably focus on writing for (if any) are her, casey, and olivia in case anyone's wondering <3

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💕Jason Voorhees NSFW Headcannons💕

💕 some cute and fun NSFW speculations, specifically involving an inexperienced reader 💕

Jason x inexperienced female reader

Jason is super nervous to let you close to him physically, he's never understood that kind of intimacy and he's very afraid of hurting you

He's very aware of how much bigger he is than you and it makes him feel like a monster beside you, of course though, you're always sweet and reassuring to him, you're drawn to him like a magnet and neither of you understand it

You end up making a lot of the first moves, especially in the beginning. The first time you kiss the side of his face, he's stunned, and you have to ask if he's okay. You worry you've ruined everything, but really it's just the beginning. Jason had never really thought of wanting those things from someone before, and you've opened a whole new door inside his undead heart

Of course he wants to kiss you back, but he's so afraid to lift up his mask. Kissing you becomes all he can think about though, so he allows this new unfamiliar instinct to take over, and the two of you share a clumsy but incredibly sweet first kiss

You've kissed a couple people before - had a really bad make out with a guy who was all tongue- and you're so glad Jason isn't like that. He's sweet and gentle and lets you take the lead. You teach him how to kiss, and soon he's the one covering you in kisses - all over your face, your neck, your arms and hands. You want him to venture lower, explore more, but at first you're afraid to ask, and to him it's unimaginable. Just kissing you with tongue is salacious enough already.

Like high schoolers, you spend a lot of time just making out at first. It's very sweet, but it always leaves you wanting more. You start having all kinds of dreams about Jason, having him becomes all that you can think about during the day and when you're alone in your bed at night, and you know you have to do something.

You tell Jason you want to do more things with him. You decide to start with kissing because you know he loves that. You tell him to close his eyes, and you strip down to your underwear. When he opens his eyes he's a little embarrassed, but also can't stop looking at you. He feels a little bad about the thoughts he's having

You encourage him, sit right next to him and kiss him like you always do. To your surprise, he puts his hands on you and starts feeling you up without you saying anything.

You loveeeee the way his huge, rough hands feel on your body, touching you so impossibly gently, like he's scared he will break you

You ask him to kiss you other places, to kiss you everywhere. Jason hesitates at first, but as soon as he ventures below your collar bone, his mouth is all over you, all his shyness gone.

Well, he gets shy again when he reaches your underwear and you tell him to pull them off. He does, and he's so so flustered, it's adorable

The first time he goes down on you is a little awkward, but the feeling of Jason's mouth on you anywhere is like heaven. You encourage him and tell him what feels good, and soon Jason doesn't want to stop. He loves to kiss you between your legs.

Of course you want to touch him and make him feel good too, but he always stops you. He's afraid, it still feels like something dirty and forbidden to him.

The first time you ask him to finger you, of course he thinks he's going to hurt you, but it's so so incredible. you've experimented a bit with your own anatomy, but it doesn't even come close to what Jason's hands can do for you

The first time he makes you cum, you see stars. You didn't know it was possible to feel so good, and to have him be the one who does it for you makes it all the better. You never even want to touch yourself anymore, you only want Jason's hands between your legs

Of course you want to get him off too. It becomes your obsession, how will his body respond to you, will he make any sound, what will it feel like, you have to know. You try to touch him, but he always stops you, and you don't want to push him

Then one day you're with Jason and things get heated like always, this time you're in his lap, straddling him already stripped down to your underwear, and you won't stop grinding on him, you love the feeling. It's the closest you can get to touching him the way you want to, and you can tell he really likes it too.

You start begging in his ear, please, please, i want you so bad, i need to feel you... you can't believe the things coming out of your mouth. you're not sure what's come over you, talking so dirty to him and grinding on him like your life depends on it

Jason can't take much of this and he finally shows you what he's been hiding, no surprise here, his cock is huge, and you're a little nervous all of a sudden...

You're blushing terribly, butterflies in your stomach, as you finally take him in your hand. You don't want to show him how nervous you are, but he can tell because he starts stroking your arm sweetly and leans his forehead against yours.

You tell him you want him, all of him, that you're ready for it and it's all you can think about anymore, Jason hesitates, but he wants you so bad, and now that you're actually touching him, he thinks he won't be able to stop himself

He makes you tell him that you're sure you want this over and over again

He helps you strip off your underwear and he pushes two fingers inside to stretch you. You're already so wet and ready for him, your cheeks burning with heat, desire tingling in your belly

You slide yourself down onto his length slowly, and you can't help but cry out at the sensation, you reassure him that you're okay, it just feels like a lot, but you like it. And you do, you like it so much, it's a stretch and a fullness unlike anything you've ever felt

Your first time together is pretty short and sweet, neither of you are sure what to do, but just the simple feeling of your bodies touching like this is intoxicating. You move on top of him a bit, still in disbelief of his size, and Jason finishes pretty quickly, but you don't even care.

Afterwards you lay together for a long time. You tell Jason how much you care about him and how much you want to be with him like that again, but only if he's ready, only if he wants it too.

He's so quiet and distant afterwards you worry it will never happen again, but then you look in his eyes and kiss him, and you're sure that things are okay.

You make Jason feel more like himself, he feels more alive than he ever did when he actually was alive, and it's all thanks to you

The next time you see him, he takes you in his arms immediately, urging you without rushing you, and you're together again in the most gentle innocent way, touching and exploring each other fully for the first time. It's sweet and slow and magical. He stays the night with you afterwards and you fall asleep in his arms for the first time.

After those first two times together, you're just like teenagers who absolutely can't get enough of each other, taking any and every opportunity to be absolutely all over each other. This horny honeymoon phase lasts for months, it's the best summer of your life.

General NSFW headcannons

Jason's fave position is definitely you on top. he's a little insecure about his size, even though you make it clear you love it. and he likes to be able to run his hands all over your body, play with you tits and put his fingers in your mouth while you ride him

He likes giving head more than he likes getting it, really he just lives to please, he wants to know all the things you like best and will go down on you for hours if you let him

Of course you want to reciprocate and he always lets you set the pace. You love the way you seem to steal his breath when you take all of him down your throat.

You have to beg him to be rough with you, and Jason does like the way you beg, so you usually end up getting your way...

One time you asked him to tie you up, and he was hesitant, but ended up loving it. bondage is now his favorite kinky activity, he loves to tease you while you're tied up and see how desperate he can make you.

He also likes it when you blindfold him and tease him a bit too, making him guess where you'll touch him or kiss him next, he loves a surprise.

You love too egg him on, you're favorite words with him are 'harder' and 'more', after he fucks you within an inch of your life, you always get the best cuddles and you tell Jason how good he did and how much you loved it, reassuring him that he's absolutely perfect for you in every way

Yes, Jason has a huge praise kink, you can make him cum in a second by talking sweet to him and telling him what a good boy he is for you

You definitely have the higher sex drive and initiate most of the time, but Jason doesn't complain. He readily accepts your advances. What you really love are the rare times he asks you for sex, the way he tries to drop hints. You always tease him and make him admit exactly what he wants, making him all flustered before you finally let him have it.