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jordyn14 · 3 days

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My girl | Joe Burrow

Summary: Once at the game, Joe sees you and immediately comes over to say hi before he has to put on his uniform, but after someone next to you tries to flirt with you after the game, it catches Joe’s attention real quick and is enough to make him finally show you some affection in front of the whole stadium

Pairing: Joe burrow x fem first person reader

Words: 4593

Notes: I miss watching the bengals every Sunday so I decided to write this fic so I could imagine being in the stadium and watching them 🥲 it’s simple but I hope it gets the job done. I hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Taglist: @wickedfun9

The stadium was quickly filling up as we got closer and closer to kickoff. Just like every game I go to, even away games, I always go down to the tailgaters and stop by for a few shots with the bengals fans and have some fun before the game starts, and today was no different, except that Joe had no idea I was coming to todays game.

Usually on Thursday night game days I would stay home since I had work the next day and didn’t want to miss work or use one of my vacation days. But, since Joe was playing the New Orleans Saints in the Super Dome down in Louisiana where we have so many amazing memories, I decided that it would be fun to surprise him for a change.

My best friend, Sarah, was obviously down to come with me, especially since we bought tickets that were front row and behind the Bengals bench since she was excited to see Joe’s reaction when he saw me. I kept telling her that he probably wouldn’t come up to us since he was focused and would be getting ready to play but she keeps insisting that he’ll be so excited that he’ll come running over to me. I obviously was secretly hoping that he would notice me, obviously, but I knew that if he didn’t I wouldn’t be upset since he has a game to play.

Since it was a little chilly today, I wore a custom orange Burrow jacket that one of my friends made for me since she has her own clothing line and makes all kinds of cute things for various NFL wags.

When we got to our seats, we sat down together with our alcoholic beverages of choice: Sarah of course chose a beer and I chose a fruity drink since I couldn’t stand beer. Since the players were still warming up on the field without their uniforms on yet, I quickly started to scan the entire field in search of Joe. Usually around this time he was starting to get in some practice throws, so I tried to look for a football flying through the air. After a few seconds of searching, I finally found him and I couldn’t help but smile.

There was never a second where this man failed to make me smile, even when he wasn’t doing anything or trying to amuse me. Even just looking at him made me get all flustered and everyday without fail I wonder how I got so lucky. Like Right now as he’s throwing the ball and not doing anything too spectacular or even cute, my face flushed red and my heart beat sped up in my chest.

“Oooh I found him. Look at that butt.” Sarah said from next to me after taking a big sip of her beer and setting it down in the cup holder. I looked over to her while shaking my head and laughing, although shortly after I looked back at Joe and down to his butt. After seeing all of the movement back there after throwing the ball, I tilted my head a little bit and then turned back over to her. “His ass is bigger than mine. I mean look how that thing moves.” I laughed, nudging her arm a little bit as she started to chuckle at what I said. “His butt is truly the only reason why I come to these games.” Sara joked while shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re honestly so real for that, even if you were joking.”

After a few minutes passed and it was time for joe to put on his uniform, he started to make his way over to where Sarah and I were, but he still didn’t spot us. There were various fans with signs and jerseys they wanted signed, so Joe was on his way over to make some fans day before the game. “Ahh here he comes.” Sarah said excitedly. As Joe got closer and closer, everyone around us started to yell his name and try to get his attention so they could either get a picture with him or have something signed, but it seemed like Joe already knew which kid he was going to walk up to since he headed right for a little kid.

I watched as Joe smiled up at the kid whose eyes went super wide as soon as he realized Joe had came over to him out of all the other people around him. Everyone was being loud around us and music was being played in the stadium, so I couldn’t hear what Joe said, but he said a few words to the boy and then reached for his marker so he could sign his Joe Burrow jersey. The entire time Joe had a smile on his face as his signed the jersey and after the little boy looked so incredibly happy and held the jersey up to show his parents. I was honestly so incredibly proud of Joe. Not only has he overcome so much adversity in his career, but he takes the time out of his day to make people’s day, even when it sometimes makes him nervous or anxious. That’s just who he was.

Once Joe handed the marker back to the little boy, he started to head to the right where the locker room was while reaching his hand up to give people high fives. “Oh my gosh he’s gonna be so surprised girl.” Sarah said excitedly and leaned her hand down to high five Joe. Following her lead, I couldn’t hold back a laugh as I reached my hand out for Joe to high five me as he passed. As he gave people high fives, he took a quick glance up at some of them, so when he got to us, we both made sure we were front and center so Joe wouldn’t miss us, although I would surely call his name after because I knew he would feel bad after the game when I told him that he walked right passed me.

When he reached Sarah and me, he gave us each a small high five, his fingers barely grazing the tips of my fingers. While walking and clapping my hand, Joe glanced up a tiny bit at me and took one more step forwards before he realized that it was in fact me. Abruptly, Joe stopped in his tracks and quickly turned around to look at me and dropped his hand. When we made eye contact, Joe’s entire face lit up in and his mouth dropped open in shock for a split second before a huge smile spread across his face. “No way- oh my gosh I didn’t know you were coming,” Joe said and came closer to me, that huge smile still on his face, “I was going to give you a high five and keep going, I’m glad I looked up.” Joe chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief that I was here. “I thought it be fun to surprise you, it was pretty much Sarah’s idea.” I smiled down at Joe, leaning over the small railing as Joe grabbed ahold of my hand, still looking so surprised that I was here. I glanced over at Sarah who looked proud of herself since it was her idea to come and surprise Joe.

“You should’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve come over here sooner to see you.” Joe said, giving my hand a small squeeze. “In all honesty I wanted to see the look on your face when you realized that I was here, plus you were warming up so I didn’t want to bother you.” I said. Joe shook his head quickly and swung my arm around a little bit that he was holding. “You’re never a bother.” Joe said and was about to say something else when someone yelled his name super loud from behind me.

Joe began to fidget a little bit as his eyes traveled over all of the people who were trying to get pictures with him or get him to sign something for them. It was times like these where I felt bad for Joe. Since he first got big at LSU, he always tried to interact with fans, make them happy by signing something or talking to them, and really just acknowledging them, but those things didn’t come without a little anxiety. No matter how much he tries to ignore it or look past it, it’s easy to see that he gets anxious when around a bunch of screaming fans. He tries to take time out of his day to come over and be with the fans, but it’s hard for him.

After a few seconds, Joe looked back over at me with a small smile, although I could tell he was still anxious and itching to get away from all of the screaming fans. “I wouldn’t want to keep you too long, I’ll see you after the game.” I said to Joe, giving his hand a small squeeze with a reassuring smile. “Okay, make sure you come to the family section before you leave and please don’t lose your voice this time around.” Joe chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him at his last comment before I let go of his hand as he took a step back. “I’ll try not to, and of course I’ll come to the family section. I remembered my pass this time.” I told Joe while holding up my see through bag so he could see my family passes that I actually brought his time. There were too many times last season where I forgot them and had to call Joe to come and escort me to the family section because they wouldn’t allow me in, even though I showed picture proof that I was in fact married to Joe.

“Ok good. I’ll see you after the game.” Joe told me as he started to take more steps backwards. “Go win us a ball game!” I called out to him. Joe chuckled and nodded before turning around and jogging to the tunnel where he could change into his uniform and then come back out to stretch fully and warm up some more.

Throughout most of the first half and even the second half of the game, the Saints were leading. It seems like just when the Bengals were about to finally take control of the game, a flag would be thrown or a player would make a stupid play that would send them back farther and farther, making the fans lose hope of pulling out a win. But Joe played his ass off, and when I say he played his ass off, I really mean it. When halftime was over and some players were still making bone headed plays or dropping perfectly thrown balls, Joe finally got on their asses and fired them all up.

The bengals won 35-24 since when Joe finally woke the guys up and talked some sense into them, they decided to play like actual NFL players. But the end of the game, Joe’s jersey had so many grass stains all over it and my voice, even though Joe tried to tell me not to, was of course gone.

When the game was officially over, the players took the field for the last time to greet each other and get in some post game interviews on the field where Joe was surely going to be asked about what was said that got the guys fired up. “Let’s fucking go!” Sarah yelled next to me, putting both of her hands in the air. “What she said!” A bengals fan yelled from next to us after hearing Sarah yell. Within a few seconds, ‘Who Dey’ chants finally started and were taking over the whole stadium, despite us being in Louisiana and not Cincinnati. Bengals fans sure do travel well.

After a few minutes, Katie and I were about to start heading down to the tunnel where we could show them our passes and get to the family section to see Joe when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye walking over to me. Looking to my right, I noticed a man who was definitely coming over to me. “I honestly couldn’t stop staring at you the entire game even though you’re a bengals fan,” the man said with a small laugh, “people say I look like Joe Burrow so can I get your number?” He asked me, cutting right to the chase. What happened to hi, hello, how are you?

Sarah looked over to us with a small scoff at what the man said and started to laugh a little bit. I knew she had absolutely no shame what so ever, so to spare the man some embarrassment, I elbowed her in the rip cage a little bit. There was absolutely no resemblance between him and Joe, but that still didn’t mean that Sarah should hurt his feelings. “She’s married, and you look nothing like Joe Shiesty. I would know.” Sarah said and gave him a small wink at the end. I rolled my eyes with a small laugh before looking back over to the man.

I stood there with my hands crossed over my chest, waiting for the man to leave since Sarah told him that I was in fact married, but he never did, so I held out my hand towards him and moved my fingers around, showing off my ring. “Your number?” He asked me and held out his phone. I raised an eyebrows up at him but before I opened my mouth to talk, he said, “I don’t mind a married woman, especially a hot married woman. What do you say.” The man winked down at me after telling me this, making me want to start laughing right in his face. “I say that not only do I mind giving you my number, but my husband minds as well. Maybe try going for someone single?” I told him with a scoff. “I don’t believe that for one second. You want this, don’t lie.” The man said, gesturing to his body.

Very softly, I could feel Sarah start to poke me in the sides as I stood there in front of the man, and when I looked at her, she signaled to the field. Raising an eyebrow slightly, I looked onto the field and after looking around for a few seconds, trying to see what Sarah was pointing out, I saw Joe standing there, staring-no, glaring-at the man in front of me. When Joe noticed that I was looking at him, he tore his eyes off of the man and looked to me. Within a few seconds of Joe and me maintaining eye contact, he gave me that small look. The look he gave me in a bar when someone was making me uncomfortable or the look he gave me at an event when he wanted to know if he should intervene.

Since Sarah and I were going to leave anyways, I just shook my head slightly and reached down to grab my half full drink, not wanting to cause a scene or anything. “Hey, c’mon, what do you say?” He asked me. “For the last time, I have a husband.” I said. “I don’t see him anywhere.” The man said. All of a sudden, there was some commotion coming from around us, so I looked to the field to see what was going on and then made eye contact with Joe who was walking over to us. I looked over to the man with a small smile on my face and began to laugh a little bit. “You will soon.” I said. From next to me, Sarah began to laugh, knowing how shocked and embarrassed the guy was going to be shortly after realizing who my husband was. There weren’t many times where I liked to boast about being married to Joe, but this was definitely one of those times.

Looking back over to the field, Joe was staring straight at the man and clenching his jaw repeatedly before glancing over at me and giving me a small smile. “Ay there’s Joe Shiesty!” Sarah yelled a little bit before I walked closer to the railing and bent down over it slightly. When Joe and I made eye contact, he gave me another look, trying to see if I was okay. I quickly nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. “Get down here and kiss me then.” Joe said with a smile, then glanced over at the man with his jaw clenched. I sucked in a small breath out of shock and gave Joe a confused look. I never thought the day would come where he would be willing to show any kind of affection or PDA, especially at a Football game. The only time he shows PDA or even puts a hand on me is when we’re in the comfort of our own home or around people we love and trust, so definitely not after a football game. Not only does he do it for privacy reasons, but for safety reasons as well.

After Hesitating a little bit, I finally leaned down some more to give Joe a kiss. Joe set his helmet down on the ground and put both of his hands on the railing and I gently placed both of my hands on the sides of his face. I leaned over the railing more as our lips connected. It was only a small kiss. One to not only prove a point but to ensure that I knew how much Joe loved me. Once our lips separated, I removed my hands from Joes face and placed them on the railing above Joes hands. I couldn’t help but notice Joe trying not to glare at the man who was trying to get me to cheat on him.

“You better go change and do your presser so I can see you before my plane ride back home.” I said. “Of course you lost your voice, I knew there was no way in hell that you would be able to walk away with your voice fully in tact.” Joe chuckled while picking up his helmet. “I tried, I really did, but you didn’t make it easy. Especially when you got the guys fired up and talked some sense into them.” I said. “Oh yeah, blame it on me.” We both laughed a little bit before Joe glanced at the man once again since he started to fidget nervously behind me.

“I’ll be later today so just wait outside of the locker room like you sometimes do, okay?” Joe asked me. “Of course, I’ll head over after you leave.” I smiled down at him. Joe held out his hand to me so I placed mine in his. “I love you, baby.” Joe said, giving my hand a small squeeze. “I love you more Joey.” I said. “That’s impossible.” Joe said and started to back up a little bit. I rolled my eyes with a small laugh as we had to let go. Reluctantly, our fingers finally separated after they slid off of each other. “Fuck- he’s so hot girl.” Sarah said from next to me. “Isn’t he though?” I said as I stared at Joe as he jogged towards the tunnel in his grass stained jersey.

“I didn’t know you were married to Joe Burrow, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew. I’m sorry.” The man said from next to me, startling me a little bit since I forgot he was there. I looked to him with a small sigh, trying not to get mad at him. “It doesn’t matter that I’m married to Joe Burrow, a married woman is a married woman. Maybe try to go for a single one next time.” I said and watched as the mans face turned red before he walked away. As I shook my head, I turned towards Sarah who was holding in a laugh. Within a few seconds, we both started to laugh with each other. “Preach girl.” Sarah laughed.

Once the stadium started to clear out a little bit, Sarah and I grabbed our passes from our purses and headed down to the tunnel where we could meet up with Joe. Since he was going to take longer tonight since he came over to me before going into the tunnel to shower, Sarah and I headed for the locker room so we could stand outside of it and wait for him to meet us since we both still had a flight to catch and couldn’t stay very long.

I was leaning up against the wall just waiting for Joe to get done while Sarah was scrolling through Instagram. I got a notification about five minutes ago saying that Joe started his press conference, so I knew he would be done soon.

From next to me, Sarah let out a small gasp. “Oh girl,” Sarah said and started to shake her head, “oh girl.” I looked over to her quickly, expecting it to be people reacting bad to joe and I kissing or something of that nature. “What? What is it? Tell me.” I said quickly. Sarah’s nervous and uneasy face changed instantly to a happy and excited one as she flipped her phone around so I could see what she was looking at. “Joe Burrow shares his first ever game day kiss with his wife after a fan flirts with her. Fans are calling them the It Couple of the NFL.” Sarah said, telling me what the newest headline was. Holy shit. News spreads fast I guess. The picture on Instagram was one a fan captured of us kissing, and next to us was Sarah and the man who was looking down at us with a sad, jealous, and embarrassed look on his face all at once. I didn’t know how Joe would react to it, but all I knew was that it wasn’t getting a negative reaction like I thought I would get, and thank goodness for that.

All of a sudden, the locker room door swung open so I quickly looked over to it and saw Sam walking out. “There’s Burrow’s girl, you’re coming over to my house for the get together after practice right?” Sam asked me with a big smile on his face. “Hey Sam, of course, I wouldn’t miss it.” I said and watched as Sam held the door for someone else. I thought that it might be Joe, but instead Ja’marr walked out. “Good, good. Joe should be out soon.” Sam said and started to head in the opposite direction towards the family section where he could see Jess and eat with her before getting on the bus that would take them to the airport. “Thank you.” I told Sam.

“Hey Mrs. burrow. Can I give you any tips?” Ja’marr asked me. “Tips? Sure?” I said in a confused tone, thinking nothing of it really. “Next time you should use tongue. Hot kiss though.” Ja’marr joked with me. My mouth dropped open as he got out of the way since the door opened back up. “What did you just say?” Joe asked and pushed Ja’marr jokingly. Ja’marr quickly raised his hands in surrender before walking backwards. “Nothin’ man, nothin’.” Ja’marr laughed and then headed for the bus. When I looked over and made eye contact with Joe, I couldn’t hide the excitement in my face as my cheeks flushed red and a huge smile crept onto my face.

Immediately after making eye contact, Joe’s face lit up and he walked over to me. As he walked over to me, I found it extremely hard to maintain eye contact with him because of the outfit he was wearing. For pants, he was wearing a pair of grey joggers that made me look straight down to his crotch out of habit and an LSU sweatshirt. His curls were wet from showering, so he ran his fingers through them in an attempt to push them back off of his forehead, but it was no use since they kept falling right back where they were. “There’s my girl.” Joe said as he reached me and wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off of the ground. I let out a small laugh while wrapping my arms around his neck as he held me off of the ground like I weighed nothing. “Hey Joe Shiesty.” I said, laughing as he held me so extremely tightly. While my arms were wrapped around his neck, I ran my fingers through his wet curls and over his muscular shoulders. “Oooh, say that again.” Joe chuckled and kissed the side of my face.

After a few seconds, Joe set me back down on the ground, but kept his arms wrapped around me. “Are you okay? I could tell you were uncomfortable up there. What happened?” Joe finally asked me. I rolled my eyes a little bit as I continued to run my fingers through his hair. “I’m good, it was just some stupid guy who was flirting and trying to get me to cheat on you. He didn’t know I was married to you though until you came over.” I said. “It doesn’t matter if he knew you were married to me or not. A married woman is a married woman. People need to learn how to take no for an answer.” Joe said. “That’s exactly what I said.” I said and ran my fingers over the slight stubble on his jawline that he was starting to grow out since it was getting colder outside since we were reaching November.

I could tell Joe was remembering back to the man flirting with me, so I quickly shook my head. “Hey, forget about it. All is good now. You should’ve seen how embarrassed he looked after you left.” I laughed. “That would’ve been a great sight.” Joe chuckled and then looked to Sarah who was texting someone. “On a scale of 1-10, how embarrassed was he?” Joe asked her, knowing she was probably bored. Sarah immediately looked up from her phone and to Joe. “Definitely an 11. Bro saw you walking over to her and damn near shit his pants, literally.” Sarah laughed. All three of us laughed, knowing that it was definitely not an overstatement.

“Alright, well you should probably go get on the bus with your teammates QB1. I’ll see you at home.” I said. Joe groaned a little bit, not wanting to separate so soon after he just got me back in his arms. Football season was hard. It felt like we barely saw each other and when we did it was only for a few minutes before or after the game or practice. “Fine, if I have to. I wish I could just go with you though.” Joe said, pouting slightly. “Rules are rules.” I said with a smile and ran my fingers through his hair, pushing the curls off of his forehead. “Text me when you land and be safe, okay?” Joe said, kissing my forehead.

Joe kept his lips on my forehead, not wanting to part. “Diddo. I love you Joey.” I said, keeping my eyes shut. “I love you more baby.” Joe said while still keeping his lips on my forehead, but after he pulled away reluctantly and then placed a soft kiss on my lips.

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writerpetals · 2 days

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when you're forced to marry an alien himbo | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; alien!au, nothing major in this part. idk if i want to write a part 2 like i have ideaaas. i really want to write where he finds her vibrator and asks her to show him how to use it and once you read this story you'll see why that's so juicy lmfao anywayy hope you like it, oh and this is a series of stories i want to do, the next one being "when you ressurrect your dead ex-boyfriend" followed by "when you summon a sex demon" and to top it off "when you piss off the witch that cursed you (very spicy wlw)" let me know if these stories or a part 2 interests anyone <3

“You might want to have a seat when I tell you this, bestie.” You hear the impending doom in the tone of her voice coming in clearly through the speaker of your phone. “You’re an alien bride.”

As if things couldn’t get any shittier for you.

You got fired from your job because you were running late due to your car breaking down. You couldn’t afford to fix the part on your car because your bank account was overdraft due to your A/C breaking the week before. But it’s not like you could have even paid for the A/C when your boyfriend (now ex) broke up with you, drained your account for all he could, and took off with your sister to Vegas. Now you’re an alien bride thanks to the leaders of earth making a deal with the alien’s that they would protect all humans from the other invasive species of the universe if they send mate’s for the aliens in return.

“Or, is it an alien's bride? Are you an alien bride if you’re human and you’re marrying the alien? Or, like, are you the alien’s bride because you’re the alien’s? You belong to the alien. The alien’s woman? Either way… that’s you, girl.”

The sound of your best friend rambling because she’s scared shitless for you barely snaps you out of your daze.

“Is he rich, at least?” You sigh into the speaker. What’s one more weird and oddly specific thing that could go wrong? Just add it to the list. Alien, or maybe alien’s, bride? Check! “Because that would solve half my problems, Sera, and honestly when you’re only adding one problem back in, it evens out. Girl math.”

“Listen, you didn’t hear it from me-” But, you did. Sera works for the earth-intergalactic species representatives resources department. This is the only reason you’re finding out about this now. Normally people are just snatched up from their homes to go off and breed ginormous alien babies. Or, at the very least, marry an alien. You aren’t too sure on the specifics of what happens after that, but you have always been a little curious… “Your alien is a total hottie.”

“What are you insinuating?” You gasp, part offended and part imagining how hot your alien husband-to-be actually is. “I just go up there and let this alien have his way with me to completely destroy me? I heard they’re not gentle! They’re mean and rough and ugly. So, really, how hot could he be?”

“You’ve never even seen one of them before!” She begins to whisper, as if someone is coming closer that could hear and potentially get her fired, or worse. “Look, you’re one overdraft fee away from homelessness. Don’t look at this as a bad thing. You’ve got no choice.”

You know she’s right. What other choice do you have?

You’re beamed up to the alien spaceship that hovers earth the following morning. Literally. Beamed up in a blink of an eye. One minute you’re on earth, the next you’re surrounded by cold, steel walls in a circular room with two bags of your things and your cat, Jellybean. Jellybean hisses at thin air as he looks around, clinging to your shirt like it's his lifeline. His orange fur begins to fly when you try to soothe him, all before a sliding door opening to the right, and in walks the dreamiest, most charming, hunkiest man that ever hunked.

Was this your alien husband-to-be? God, you hoped so. You were going to end it all if you haven’t even left earth yet, knowing this divine specimen exists and you couldn’t have a chance with him.

He clears his voice, a nervous smile on his lips, before he tells you his name. “I’m your husband.”

Relief floods you. She was right. He is hot. Beyond hot. Your knees quiver as he steps closer, heart racing. As he walks into the yellow cast of the light overhead, you notice his brown, military style uniform, matching cap on his head, and black boots. Of course, all the aliens are trained soldiers well respected across galaxies for their skills in combat. It’s why earth so happily accepted their protection. They needed to remain safe, and the aliens needed mates.

Jellybean hisses again to pull you away from the thoughts roaming. He looks down at the cat, then back to you. You expect him to be rude, mean even, maybe make an insulting comment, but he only smiles.

“Would you like to see our living quarters? Let your friend get something to eat and drink while we settle in?”

“S-Sure.” Okay, you weren’t expecting that. Aren’t these aliens supposed to be mean? Horrid? Rough? Terrible? Ugly?! So far he was none of these things. He doesn’t even have a problem with Jellybean. Your ex hated Jellybean, but to be fair Jellybean hated him, too.

God, speaking of, has it really been that long since you’ve been laid that you’re getting all hot and bothered over this alien just for being nice and not minding your cat? He leads you down corridors of metal until you’re suddenly thrust into a bustling living area full of other aliens and humans, lounges, TVs, little food carts with any option of burger, chicken wing, or pizza you could imagine. You name it, it was offered in those delicious smelling stands, though you wonder what kind of meat they used. Alien technologies are clearly far more advanced. Even their fauna was beautiful and ethereal looking, sparkling off the synthetic sun overhead while the koi fish in the ponds around them swam gracefully.

Though food and decor didn’t keep your attention for long. A couple you walk past looks as lovey-dovey in love as one could be. He’s much larger than her as she snuggles into his side while the two read the intergalactic news articles in the morning paper. She leans up and gives him a kiss on his cheek. As if she just couldn’t help herself, and you really can’t blame her either when you notice all of the aliens are pretty hot.

Not as hot as your alien, of course. There’s no alien like your husband.

“Um, husband?” You shuffle your feet quickly to reach his side, grabbing onto his arm with the hand that isn’t holding Jellybean.

“Yes, wife?” A shiver races down your spine at him calling you wife. God, were you really about to fall head over heels for an alien? The odds seemed likely. At this point, what did you have to lose? You only had everything to gain. Like a super hot, super attention and sweet alien husband who was no doubt packing downstairs.

“Where exactly are we staying aboard this massive ship?” The alien spaceship was big enough to serve as a warning to the other space travelers to stay away, but also big enough to host every trained soldier from their home planet.

“Just down here,” he says, leading you out of the living area down a more lively looking hallway with plants and pictures of army captains. Then he stops down another hallway in front of a door seconds before it slides to the right. “Right in here.” He carries your two bags through the threshold into the most normal looking foyer you have ever seen. Ahead are even a set of stairs made from hardwood floor. To the right, a kitchen. To the left, a living room. A house that jumped straight out of a magazine. You expected the alien spaceship to look like something from Star Trek, and part of it does, but some parts…

“This looks so…”

“Human?”

“Yes!” He chuckles at that, setting your things down while you let Jellybean out of your arms to go sniff everything. “Why?”

“To make our mates more comfortable. To feel more like home.”

You can’t help your frown. “What if we don’t want it to feel that way?” Your voice is a whisper as you take in the surroundings. You’ve never lived anywhere this nice. It’s way too suburban, picket fence, three kids and a dog for you.

“If the living arrangement is not to your standards, we can make changes.” There’s a frown on his face now. He actually looks disappointed you don’t seem happy. You definitely hate that look.

“It’s great! No worries!” You offer him the biggest smile you can muster, watching his grin return. “So, shall we get started?” you ask, beginning to take off your coat considering shoes were already left at the entrance. The coat falls to the floor before you begin unbuttoning your jeans.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He blinks a few times before turning his head from you. “If you needed to get changed, I could have stepped away.” He won’t look at you, so you stop fidgeting with your jeans.

“Changed? No, I meant sex and alien babies.” He snaps his head at your words. “Isn’t that what I’m here for?”

“You’re here to be my wife.”

“Yeah… which means sex and then having alien babies. Right?”

He looks confused. Now you feel heat rushing to your cheeks. You quickly pick your coat from the floor, covering yourself to not feel as exposed from your embarrassment. Not like it would help. He’s already eyed you up and down and back again at the mere mention of sex.

“I’m… not sure.” He looks down, rubbing the back of his neck. “We were told marrying a human would give us strength, power. That what we receive from our mate would make us nearly invincible.”

Your jaw hangs open. “Excuse me?” You blink, taking a step toward him. “What the fuck are you saying?”

He gulps, not bothering to meet your eyes due to him cowering like you’re a foot taller than him. To be fair, you do have an intimidating gaze when things start to get complicated.

“Being with a human means being powerful,” he repeats, though it doesn’t make an ounce more sense. “We were told our humans would teach us what we needed to know to be successful lovers.”

You choke on your own spit from the words, coughing. “So being a good lover makes you more powerful?” You shake your head. “Being with me… being a good lover… makes you more powerful?” You’re squinting at him, no longer frustrated, but curious if he’s saying what you think he’s saying. If so, you have one hot himbo virgin on your hands and he’s in dire need of a sex lesson from you.

“Yes, that’s it.” He nods, finally looking you in the eyes.

“Well, you know what? My life sucks so what the hell? Whatever it is, alien husband, I’m going to make you more powerful! And you know what else? My life could still suck but at least I don’t have to go to work anymore and have Creepy Andy stare at my tits all day.”

He frowns, anger spreading in his features. The shift in his demeanor is so sudden, it catches you off guard. “Is this Creepy Andy a problem?”

Oh… you like that. This alien is awakening something in you that makes you… horny? Scared? Maybe both. He’s big, and dangerous, and from another planet and it kind of turns you on he is willing to do, well whatever he would do to Creepy Andy if you said yes. No human man has ever made you feel this way. This stirring of excitement and adrenaline mixed with fear of the unknown washing over you as he looks at you like he would eat you up and worship you. Of course, what’s his has been threatened. From his tone, his posture, his words, you realize he’s a territorial man. So your hot himbo virgin alien is the jealous, protective type. Somehow you find him even more attractive.

“Not anymore,” you tell him, sighing, pouting, earning a little more of his attention which you realize you actually adore in the moment. He steps closer, placing hands on your arms. “I mean, it got pretty bad there for a while. He was always trying to flirt, and make weird comments about me, and just be creepy, you know?”

Okay, you didn’t have to go into detail, but to watch your new alien husband get worked up over another man’s comments about your body does something to your confidence. This alien has claimed you for his keeping, and it’s clear no one else should dare to even look at you or this alien super soldier will not be so nice.

“Where can one find this Creepy Andy?”

His question has you bursting into giggles. “Don’t worry about it.” You reach to pat him on the chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath. “It’s not something I have to worry about anymore.”

You pull away to go get Jellybean settled in while he takes your things upstairs. After a while of soothing Jellybean and coaxing him out of his hiding place under one of the lounges in the living room so he would eat something, your husband comes downstairs to offer you a cooked meal.

“You cook?”

“Sometimes.” His sheepish grin has butterflies swarming your stomach. How can he be so hot, and intimidating, yet cute? You follow him into the kitchen with the standard fridge and oven, with a sink and dishwasher close by. Looks just like something you would see on earth, if it weren’t for the unique gadgets and interesting trinkets here and there. You assume they are alien created, and you’re curious how they work.

You guess a lesson on alien tools will have to be another day as he gets to work creating you a meal that smells delicious. He tells you it’s some sort of delicacy where he’s from, but you don’t question it. You haven’t eaten all day, too nervous about meeting him. So you take a bite, and to your surprise, it’s not half bad. There’s a few flavors you recognize in the dish, what look to be like noodles, and some kind of meat. You don’t ask the questions you normally would. You don’t want to spoil it if this is what you have to live with.

“Would you like to join me while I wash up?” he asks while taking the plates away to place them in the dishwasher. A man who cooks and cleans up? You’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Wash up? As in… shower?”

“Shower, bathe, whatever you wish to do.”

It’s hard to turn him down when he’s being so generous. “S-Sure.” Though, you are a little nervous. It’s been so long since you’ve even seen anyone in their underwear. Better to go ahead and get the awkwardness out of the way. This is your husband, after all.

“I would love a bath. My muscles feel so tense from being nervous and I think I sweated so much from the anticipation of meeting you I would really like to wash up.”

He’s smiling at your rambling. Okay, you’re a lot nervous. Not that you don’t have confidence around men. You do and you enjoy taking charge and demanding what you want, but this is no ordinary man. This man is gorgeous, understanding, sweet, and kind. From out of this world. This man could have been written by a woman, maybe mother nature herself, and that’s what is making you so nervous. Why does he seem so perfect? You were so convinced the aliens were mean, and rough, and ugly, but he’s shown you the opposite.

“Come with me,” is all he says before you’re following him up the stairs, down the hall into a room that looks more alien than human. The door slides to the ride to reveal marble steps leading to a dais filled with water. The platform sits low as a soft hum emits from the inviting bathing pool, lights glowing all around in alien markings you can’t decipher.

“This is simply gorgeous,” you sigh, taking in the purple and blue fauna all around the room. Steam rolls off the water, shimmering beneath the glowing markings.

“I’m happy it pleases you, I spent a while setting it up for you,” your big alien husband says, his tone giving him away that he could be blushing. “This is where I can bathe you every night while worshipping your body in any way you see fit. It is one of the more intimate ways we can bond so you can share your gift with me, so I feared I might be rushing things, but I admit, I was excited to show you.”

You’re nearly brought to tears from the way he speaks to you as well as this steamy, inviting bathing pool he’s brought you to. Earth men could never.

“Thank you,” you whisper a second before jumping into him. Your arms wrap around his neck while his hands pull you in closer. “No one has ever been this nice to me or done something so sweet.” He took you away from at least half your problems, doesn’t mind your cat, gave you a cozy, comfortable house to live in, cooked for you, built your own personal, lavish bathing pool, and wants to give you orgasms every night. Could your life get any better? You might have just fallen in love. It’s not too soon if he’s an alien, right?

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says, pulling away. “I just wanted to show you tonight, and if all we do is admire one another in our flesh then that’s okay with me.”

Your heart swells. Could your husband get any sweeter? “No, believe me, I want to.” Suddenly, you’re not feeling so shy. The confidence has returned in full force as you take your coat off once again, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Well,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes. “If you’re sure you’re comfortable…”

The mood shifts suddenly. You picked up on the tone of his voice, the uncertainty there.

“Hey, are you alright?” You stop in the middle of unbuttoning your jeans once again, stepping to him to look into his eyes from below.

“I just…” He lets out a breath and your heart sinks.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, either,” you remind him, reaching to give his hand a squeeze. “I’ll admit, this whole situation is bananas, and the fact that I have a husband who is an alien is wild to me, but we don’t have to rush anything just because that’s what we’re supposed to do.”

He looks into your eyes, the subtlest of wrinkles between his brows. “It’s just… my whole life I was trained to be a soldier. I’ve spent well over twenty of your earth years testing my combat skills, my war knowledge, my stamina and wit and endurance. It wasn’t until our last years in training did they talk about our need for a human mate from earth. I… I want to be a good mate to you, a good husband, because it’s important to both of our species survival, but I don’t know how.”

Tears finally do begin to well behind your lids as he speaks. The familiar tightness tugs behind your eyes, heart breaking into pieces. You only thought about how the situation makes you feel, not how your new alien husband would feel. You feel a little sick at the thought of disregarding him just because he’s not human. Of course he has feelings and boundaries.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale, shaking your head. His expression turns into confusion, brow wrinkling and lips parted. “I guess I’m just used to the men I’ve been with and their ability to only speak with their dicks. This is the most adult conversation I’ve ever had. I don’t know how many times I can say this, but earth men could never!”

He chuckles as you speak, happy to see his smile return since he’s unbelievably beautiful when he does so. “I like the way you talk. It’s funny.”

“Funny?” You raise a brow, but you can’t stop yourself from grinning.

“It makes me happy and I just want to keep smiling.”

Oh… he thinks you’re cute. Your stomach flip flops just the same as your heart.

“Why don’t we start as slow as both of us need to.” You step away from him, gesturing toward the bathing pool. “Let’s just bathe tonight.”

He agrees and you both begin to take your clothes off. There’s hesitation in every motion and he can’t stop stealing glances at you. Your jeans slide to the floor, his shirt follows. Piece by piece until you’re both naked before one another. His eyes travel down your body, taking in every enticing curve, every dip, every expanse of skin until he’s gulping. You take him in as well, the muscles twitching beneath your gaze, the smooth skin, the fact that his cock is half hard and growing as he looks at you. A big, thick, delicious looking cock that you aren’t sure how is going to fit inside of you, but God do you want to try.

You don’t want to stare for too long because you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. If he was written by a woman, he was built by a God. It’s hard to pull your eyes away, but you finally manage to make your way to the edge of the steamy pool. The water is crystal clear, noticing glowing markings on the bottom and sides of the pool. The blue, shimmery light guides you to step down into the water, taking each step slow until you’re submerged up to your ribs.

“How does it feel?” His voice behind you earns your attention. You turn to face him, watching as he follows your steps into the pool. The water comes to his waist as the two of you slowly dance around one another, gliding in the water as the heat relaxes your body.

“Feels amazing. Like I’m being massaged all over. And what’s that smell?”

“Honey and rose. Comes from the water. The massage feeling is intentional due to the currents created from the vibrations in the walls.”

So that’s where the hum comes from. Interesting. “This is too cool, honestly.” You begin laughing, then he joins in. As if neither of you can believe the situation. All you can do is laugh.

Until his smile fades and the mood shifts. “Can I see you?” he asks, and at first you’re confused, until his eyes sweep down your body.

“Didn’t you see when we undressed?”

“I want to see all of it,” is all he says, eyes traveling down once again, and landing on the little V between your thighs. Your heart skips a beat. There’s no way you can tell him no. Not when he looks like he wants to eat you like his favorite dessert, he just may be a little confused about what toppings he wants. You’re willing to show him as you back up to the closest step to hoist yourself up onto the ledge of the bathing pool. His eyes are glued to you as you part your legs for him, giving him the perfect view of your pussy.

He licks his lips, eyes darkening. The mood has shifted entirely. There’s a heaviness between the two of you now. One of longing and desire. He may not know all the intricacies of sex, but it’s clear he wants to.

His exhale is heavy before he speaks. “Please, teach me.” He huffs again, like he’s struggling with holding himself together. “Teach me what I can do to make you feel good.

You bite your lip for a second. “They didn’t prepare you for anything?”

“Not much. We got most of our knowledge from hearsay, though the basics were taught.” He takes another deep breath. “We expect our partners to teach us, that way their needs are met. It’s important to me for you to be pleasured properly. So, please, I’m not asking you to give me a lesson, I’m asking what makes you feel good…”

You inhale a sharp breath. The last thing you want to do is take things too far if he isn’t comfortable. Though, now you’re wondering if he just isn’t comfortable because he doesn’t want to let you down. That’s why it’s so important to him for you to show him.

So your hand falls between your thighs to begin stroking the soft skin of your pussy. Feather light strokes earn his attention quickly, watching so you only play for a few seconds.

“If it makes you feel better,” you begin, middle finger finding your clit to begin teasing yourself there, “I’ve never done this with anyone before.” His eyes remain trained between your thighs, watching your finger softly circle your clit.

“You’ve never touched yourself in front of someone?” he asks, and you bite your lip while shaking your head. A grin forms on his lips. “I’m your first?”

You nod, then sigh when you dip your hand lower, finger easing inside of yourself to feel how wet you’ve become. Then you trace a line back to your clit, beginning to rub in slow circles once again.

“I’m getting so wet already,” you whisper as he takes a step closer. “It must really turn me on when you watch me.” You don’t consider what you tell him dirty talk. It’s only the truth. You’ve never been watched like this. He takes another step toward you, and another, until he’s pressing his palms to the water’s edge near each of your thighs.

“I hear it’s a good thing,” he says, looking between your pussy being pleasured and your head tossed back with lips parted. “If you get wet for me, it means you are enjoying yourself, yes?”

“God, yes…” Your fingers dip again, easing inside of you as your hips begin to roll against your hand.

“Have you ever gotten this wet for anyone else?” he asks as his hand lazily falls onto your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. The added attention, even if so innocent and curious, adds to the pleasure, jolts of electricity surging from where he's touched you.

“I don’t think so,” you tell him in a raspy breath, and once again, it’s the truth. He’s a jealous alien, so he needs reassurance. You feel yourself dripping onto the edge of the pool. No one’s ever made you this hot just by watching you. Normally you have to work hard to get yourself close, but you feel yourself on the edge of bliss within minutes. Slowing down, you bring yourself back in, wanting more than anything to make this moment last between the two of you.

“Good,” he groans, and it nearly brings you right back to the precipice of your orgasm. “I want to be the only one that gets to see you like this. Touching yourself. Dripping wet for me.”

“Yes!” you cry out, falling back to lean on one hand as he grips your thighs, parting them wider for him to see. The other hand continues to work your clit in messy, quick circles. Your breaths deepen as soft moans escape your lips. You’re getting close to the edge again just from the way he watches you touch yourself.

“The noises you make are making my cock ache, baby,” he nearly growls, suddenly full of sexual frustration, but he keeps it together. Warmth floods your body from the pet name. It’s never sounded so good coming from anyone else’s mouth. “Does it feel that good, or do you just enjoy me watching you touch yourself that much?”

“Both,” you whimper seconds before the pleasure is bursting from between your thighs. You couldn’t hold yourself off any longer, warmth surging through your body as the bliss takes hold. You cry out for him, reaching to wrap an arm around his neck and pull his body close as you ride out the pleasure. He takes hold of you, wrapping you up in his embrace until you’re coming down and catching your breath.

Panting, shaking, he holds you against his naked body for what feels like an eternity. He strokes your hair and back, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

When you pull away, you look him in the eyes, then your gaze falls to his mouth. “Will you kiss me?” you ask, and a darkness ignites in his eyes, the question fueling his evident desire for you. He leans in, pressing his lips to your own. Softly at first, just to feel each other’s skin, then he leans in further. He takes hold of you and the moment, slipping his tongue past your lips to play, to tease. You can’t help but moan against him, becoming lost in the very thing you swore was going to be terrible.

He finally pulls away from you to begin tending to you as he would if he were really bathing you. He washes your body with the softest cloth and the same smelling gel from a little vial he had prepared. While he washes you, he explores your body, taking his time to go over every inch until you begin to feel worked up again.

When you’re both clean, he helps you out of the pool to dry you off. You giggle at the ticklish spots and he laughs at your giggling. He already has a cozy looking pajama set prepared on the bed which you will share with him when he takes you to the bedroom.

When you’re dressed for bed, you snuggle between the sheets and he pulls you as close as he can to his body.

“Good night, wife,” he whispers, placing a kiss against your temple.

“Good night, alien husband,” you reply, smiling to yourself since it seems, not half, but all of your problems have disappeared because of him.

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I'm unsure if your Request are open, deeply apologizing if I disturbed you.

: Need more yandere captivated stuff, like them constantly clinging to their sweet love, locking the bedroom door at night and only giving their captivated lover permission to leave the room only if they're awake. ♡

mwa, absolutely love your writing.

Their rules - Yandere JJK

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

AN: the boys’ rules for you, plus them being clingy. A bit of the past and background before they kidnapped u ;3

TW: starving, slight Stockholm syndrome, manipulative

Ahhhh yess requests are open thanks for asking!! (≧∇≦)b

Gojo-

Hes unbearable. His rules are short and simple, but the man himself is insufferable.

He clings onto you, legs around your thighs, head on your chest, while you lay in bed. You try to push him off, but the man is so much bigger than you. He doesn’t move an inch, it was like trying to move a brick wall.

You remember the first time he giddily told you the rules.

“Ok ok listen-“ he said in the middle of giggles, then straightened up his back to look serious but it was obvious he was still giddy.

“Hum.. No touching the stove when I’m around, No watching tv, that’s a reward not a privilege, you can earn watching it. No ignoring me, no sleeping without giving me a kiss or cuddles.”

He hums. “there isn’t much sweet thing…I just want you to be happy.” But his smile is sickly and you know there’s more to what he’s saying.

You know there’s unspoken rules he doesn’t say, like how you need to constantly keep him in a good mood.

When you were first taken by him, you rejected his every advance. Every time he wanted kisses or cuddles or even something simple, like for you to look at him. You said no, turned away, and slumped in bed.

At first he let it go. He was patient. He was just happy that you were there. That you couldn’t talk to others, look at others, and your attention would all be to him in no time.

But you refused this little charade, and you could see him slowly start to become more agitated. It’s when he stopped coming home to make you dinner (the dinner you barely ever touched anyway), and the way you felt like he was forgetting about you.

He’d always refill the things you ran out of. The bottle of water on your-his nightstand. The sanitary items and hygiene products you use. He’d always refill the pantry with all your favorite snacks and sweets.

But he stopped. And that got scary. Your mind was already in shambles, now you were thinking, what if he’s going to leave you for dead? Stop refilling, stop visiting, until you pass away in this locked hell.

Finally, he came home tonight. Around midnight. He never came that late before- it was always around 8 pm or 9 when he was really late, he always made sure to come home early enough to make you dinner.

You were starving, and you peeked from the hallway to see him stumble in, then throw himself on the sofa and then the tv on.

You weren’t really allowed to watch tv. You wonder if you could earn it. You watched him slump over, eyes heavy with a glare. He never really looked like this, honestly he always looked giddy and happy. Happy to come home to you. But now he just looked angry, upset, pissed. But it never seemed like it was to you.

He never showed you he hates you, he just stopped trying- stopped talking to you.

But why did that seem scarier than just straight up punishing you?

You slowly took a few steps out of your peeking spot, to be in his eyesight. Normally he’d be delighted, thinking you came to ask him for something or you wanted to talk, anything really. But this time he didn’t even look up from the tv. As if you weren’t there, as if he didn’t notice you.

That just added to your nervousness.

So you decided to do something incredibly stupid.

You hated his giddy happy side, but for some reason, you missed it know. At least before, the aura of the home stayed light and happy. Even if you weren’t happy. But now, the tension is fucking palpable. It’s heavy, and disgusting. You feel scared to even walk a few steps that’s how heavy the air feels right now.

Slowly you walk over to him. He doesn’t budge. His arms are spread at the top of the sofa as his body slumps back onto the sofa. His legs are up on the coffee table, eyes directed solely to the tv.

You sit next to him carefully. Slowly, you start to scoot over to him, slowly. So that his arm over the sofa would carefully be put over you.

Finally you scooted close enough that your thighs touched, and that your head slightly leaned onto his shoulder.

You were scared he’d hit you, scream at you, hurt you. He’d never done that before but what was stopping him from doing it now? Yes he was gonna hurt you for being stubborn for ignoring him, he’s gonna-

“I missed you.” He said with a sigh, eyes tired that bore into you, his voice was almost shaky, it was obvious he wasn’t feeling well. The arm laying on the top of the couch fell onto your shoulders, pulling you in. Cradling your body.

“You hungry?”

Yes, fuck yes. You’ve barely eaten in the last few days, solely relying on your pantry of snacks and sweets alone to quench your hungry, since he stopped making meals for you.

You nodded quickly and he smiled softly and ruffled your hair.

“Alright- too tired to cook. Let’s just order in ok?”

You nod immediately, digging yourself in more into his body. He smiles at this. You know you shouldn’t be touching him, listening to his dumb rules and letting him control you like this.

But you couldn’t help it. Things were just so much easier when he was happy. You got to eat, watch tv, and sure, you hated touching him, but he was just so warm.

That’s why, fast forward to now, you let him cling onto you in bed. Whining bout his day and how he doesn’t have enough time with you. How if he could just open your rib cage and snuggle inside, stay warm and with you forever he would. You think he’s crazy, weird, gross, but you don’t comment on it. You let him think your okay with all this, you let him nibble on your collarbone and let him whisper how he’s never gonna let you go, how your his for life and how he loves you like none before.

He’s warm. You notice. You notice his heartbeat, his breath on your collarbone, his eyes full of hearts and swelling with love. The way he huffs every time you slightly move away.

“H-hey umm I need to use the toilet can you move-“

“Can I come?”

Oh god.

Geto-

His rules were unknown honestly. He didn’t outright say any, he wanted you to think you had freedom. Like you weren’t being held hostage in his home. As if you were just his lover living with him. Like you had free rein.

As if he didn’t lock the bedroom door every night, thinking you were fast asleep. Like he didn’t keep track of every time you used the restroom, the shower, did your skincare and ate. As if he didn’t have those times and dates and stamps of every time you did so, so he could keep track of every little thing you did.

He wanted you to be happy and free in your home, he called it. After it all, he built it on all your necessities, all the things you use and like, so it is your home. It was made for you.

But there are the unspoken rules.

He hates when you get up from bed in the night, to go use the restroom. He wakes up in a jump, eyes wide and exploring the room, his hands roughly shoving the blankets off the bed to see your not there.

He panics. And he knows he shouldn’t. There are alarms everywhere, he has a tracker on you, he knows when you leave and when you stay and where you are at all times. He gets up quickly however, feet scampering to the bathroom door where he knocks on it slightly, asking you to come out.

He’s always been an okay-amount of clingy. But he panics a lot. He doesn’t show it- but he does. He thinks you’ll leave, you’ll die- or something. Maybe someone else will snatch you- a “monkey” or some curse. He’s seen the real world he knows how dangerous the average person can be so could you imagine blood thirsty curses? Ready to swipe your small body at any second and have you for a second dinner?

He’d never let that happen.

And he wants you to reassure him. He won’t ask for it but he needs it. Desperately. Tell him you won’t leave, you won’t die, that your safe- that he’s safe. That you’ll be together forever.

But you don’t. Because you hate him.

You use to, when you two were actually friends- no, best friends. You’d tell him all the time that he was safe with you, that your his best friend and you’d make sure that the both of you live a long and healthy life- together.

And that’s what stayed in his mind. Why’d you break your promise? Why’d you have to stop telling him these sweet things? Is it not true anymore? Are we not safe? Are you gonna leave- be taken away? Don’t leave.

He wakes from a bitter nightmare that same night. A treacherous feeling crawling his spine, panic in his eyes and his body thrashing. He looks at you. His sweet Angel. You could never do him wrong. But he needs your comfort, your reassurance.

“Angel? Angel wake up, please.”

You refused to, ignoring his please. The truth is, his panicking in his sleep woke you long ago, but you didn’t want to wake him up from his little nightmare. You perhaps wanted him to suffer just a little longer.

“Angel? P-please just..”

You rolled your eyes, body facing away from him on your side, still faking your sleep. He could deal with this on his own. You know one of his huge rules was to comfort him and nurse him like you used to- one of his unspoken rules. You know this because just a day after he kidnapped you, he came home with what he called “monkey blood” all over him.

He wanted you to clean him. Tell him to stop calling humans monkeys. He wanted you to bring him back, to keep him from the evil that plastered his mind. Because you were the only one who kept him a clear head, that kept him sane and on earth. Otherwise, who knows what he’d be now?

That day, when you didn’t comfort him, the day after he kidnapped you, he became desperate. Begging you almost, but then he stopped. Like a cloud of indifference and anger covered his eyes and he grabbed you by the arm, pulling you into a closet and locking you in.

You screamed, yelled, begged him to let you out. You went through all stages of grief basically, angrily screaming, then begging, tearing up, then calming down and crawling into a little ball in the corner of the closet. It was dark, cold, miserable. Dust got in your hair and eyes, you tried to dust it away with your hands but you felt so dirty. You just hoped he’d let you out soon.

He only left you for an hour or two- you don’t really remember. He didn’t wanna be too harsh on your first punishment. He still loved you after all, you were just being a brat. But then he dragged you out and sat you down at the dinner table. He acted like nothing was wrong, smiling at you and picking up a spoon of the food he made. He put it to your mouth, trying to feed you. You shook and trembled. You knew you couldn’t say no, or who knows how long he’d keep you in that damn closet? At least you’re free now right? You ate the food off his spoon, and let him feed you for the rest of dinner.

He was so incredibly happy that you were obeying him so early in the “relationship”, that he didn’t put you back into the closet, but instead let you watch tv. Of course, not without him sitting under the couch, while you sat on the sofa with your legs dangling on his shoulders, brushing his hair and braiding it like you did when you two were best friends. Before things changed.

“Angel please, I need you.” He almost whimpered.

You sighed, and got up, turning your body to him. “What was the dream bout this time?”

He’s always had nightmares, about different things. When you were best friends, he refrained from telling you them. Just wanted you to tell him it was okay, he just wanted to hear your voice and be lulled back to sleep.

Now he won’t shut up about them. Shameless, you think.

“Oh Angel.” He pulls you into his chest, a very much unwanted hug, one hand on your head and the other wrapped around your waist, he pulls the covers back on top of the both of you.

“It was terrible. You were hurt, my dear. Don’t you see why I have to keep you? You hurt- that would destroy me, my love.”

His words disgust you, but what really disgusts you is the way you know he isn’t lying. You can hear the genuine concern in his voice, that he genuinely thinks this is helping you, not just for his own selfish desire.

“Oh Angel, if you left- I wouldn’t know what to do.”

And that scares you. That scares you because he knows damn well you can’t leave. The cameras, the security, the alarms and the tracker. The way he tightly holds you as if your going to disappear into thin air. The way your almost out of oxygen with the tight hold, your chest and ribs being smushed against his. You could feel his heart beat, you could feel it trying to pounce out his rib cage.

“I won’t leave.”

What you meant to say is that you can’t leave, there’s no way for you to anyway, but you glance up at him and see that what you said was the right thing to say, a smile adoring his lips as he kissed your head softly.

“My sweet Angel. You always know what to say.”

Or you just know what he wants to hear.

Nanami-

Nanami had so many rules, regulations, all these things you had to remember.

“You need to ask me permission for certain things. Entertainment is a privilege you’ll be rewarded with. I have books and art supplies you’ll be using before screen time. Healthy snacks only- with the exception of dessert after dinner. You don’t get dessert if you’re being bad.”

He sits on the coffee table in front of you, wearing his work clothes, a nice suit and some goggles in his hands. You sit on the sofa in front of him, arms crossed in your chest out of anger but you listen anyway.

“The better you are the more freedom you have, my dear. I’d never want to take away the things that make you happy, but I can’t stop myself if your being bad. I want you in bed by midnight, or you sleep when I do. If I’m late from work and can’t make dinner I’ll send some- you’re not allowed in the kitchen until you get the privilege of it. You have a pantry full of snacks and healthy foods, and a water dispenser until I can come home and make dinner. I will make breakfast every morning.”

His damn rules and regulations go on forever, but at least you know what will make him upset and what won’t.

“Once you can prove your a good girl/boy, I’ll provide you with more electronics for your own entertainment, but screen time will be limited. I expect you to keep up with your hygiene and get enough sleep, eat well and continue your hobbies. I’d like you to greet me in the morning before I leave and at night when I come home- obviously this rule varies on the circumstances of the day.”

You sigh, further sinking into the sofa as he talks you down further.

“In the future, I expect goodbye kisses and greetings. If you ever need anything you just need to ask me. If you’re thinking on picking up a new hobby, you want new clothes, different snacks- I expect you to tell me. And lastly, you are never allowed to go to sleep angry. I know this situation isn’t ideal, but I never want to argue before bed, and sleep angry with each other. We need to hash things out everytime, I don’t think it’s fair to each other, otherwise.”

You just nod, half the things going over your head but you know you should agree.

“Alright I’ll be home early today, okay? Goodbye my dear.” He gets up and stands near the door, waiting.

You look up at him from the sofa, then realize what he’s waiting for.

“Just leave.” You say upset, curling up into the sofa. He frowns, but leaves anyway, waving goodbye.

He had just kidnapped you. What was it the second day? He abducted you last night. Let you in on all the fun rules today.

Great.

Honestly, you’re still freaking out in your head a bit about all this. At first you thought it was some curse disguised as him, but you could sense his cursed energy was all him. No trickery, no fakes, it was him. He fought so hard but you were no match for him.

You definitely could have been, and that makes you laugh. You really could have. But he’s been watching you since high school. Watching your techniques, your moves, the way your body sways in fight and the way you dodge. The way you attack, everything. You’ve fought him plenty of times to train and for fun. You never thought- you never once thought he’d use it against you.

That he memorized your every move, adapted, the way he knew exactly what way you’d fight back, what way you’d dodge what way you’d try and escape.

How could he?

You were so upset, so betrayed. It hurt so much. You curled into yourself, upset, thinking bout the way he basically took advantage of you as friends. You thought you were fighting beside him, were you really just fighting him all along?

That day he came home, and saw you laid out on the couch, dried tears on your cute pink cheeks, your body curled to protect yourself, fast asleep.

He smiles at you, but it’s a soft sentimental one, one that has a hint of sadness.

He didn’t want to hurt you. Genuinely. But he couldn’t help it. Every year, being thrown into a friendzone, every year his obsession for you grew, he wanted you as his wife not best friend, every year he saw himself grow older- and was scared. What if he grew too old to get married? To have a family? Each year you showed the same care you should your friends, nothing grew into sweet love for him, and that scared him. In high school, he waited. Hoping that you’d mature and grow to love him. He stayed by your side hoping he wouldn’t have to do anything drastic.

But the time passes anyway.

And you didn’t seem to change.

And he carries you to your bed, their bed. The bed you share. When he places you down he caresses your head and hair, you kick him away in your sleep and that hurts him so deeply. He locks the door, sits on your bed and watches you. He had to do this. Don’t you see?

The way you would smile at him, laugh with him, love his seriousness and fight beside him. He loved that all about you. You two were meant for more then a measly friendship right?

He pulls you to him in your sleep, cuddling your unconscious body, snuggling his face into your nape and softly pecking your collarbone. He smiles at the way you whine in your sleep, trying to push him away and stop being smothered.

But he loves to smother you- he won’t stop. He lays almost on top of you, head in your nape, as he softly caressed your waist and hips, pecking your collarbone, smiling dazedly, almost drunk, off the cute sleeping sounds that leave your mouth, the breaths that leave your nose, the soft heaving of your chest.

He loves how domestic this is. His wife/hubby, his adorable lover and partner. His equal and forever. He believes that you two have always been together, that you’ve always cared for him as much as he cared for you- you just don’t realize it.

He eyes become heavy. Being in your arms (not that you were trying to keep him there), reminds him how relaxed he feels in them, that they make him drowsy and almost high off the feeling. His body almost slumps over, un-tensing. He had a long day of work. It was nice to come home to his loved one, to be in your arms, to be held and to hold.

If he could stay like this forever, the time not continuing, just you and him in a warp of space where time doesn’t exist, where you could be one. Where he could cherish you and spoil you forever and ever- reliving the lovely memories from when you were young.

A smile softly sets on his face as he falls asleep snuggled to you, he thinks, that he doesn’t need to live in the past. You two can make new memories, better ones. Memories, where you actually love him, not just as a friend, but as a lover.

His lover.

Toji-

He didn’t really have rules for you. He didn’t care too much about physical affection, sure he liked the average kiss on the cheek before he left to assassin some idiot. He wanted your attention obviously, but he didn’t mind you being a brat and never giving it to him.

“Alright I’m going to work.” He’s waiting for you. He’s waiting for you to run up to him and kiss his cheeks, tell him you love him, at least wish him goodbye. He felt desperate. Sad. He wanted you to just- why are you being so bratty?

“I’m going to work.”

He’s at the door, hand on the handle. You’re sitting on the couch. He lets you watch tv, sometimes he’s happy when you accidentally come across the news channel and see all the disgusting shit on the news, all those disgusting heinous crimes. Maybe someday you’ll see those and understand. Know that he did this all for you, it’s all for your own good. As cliche as that sounds.

“Im going-“ “Ok I get it!” You basically yelled.

He seemed startled. That’s when he starts to wonder if he was giving you too much freedom. You yelled at him. How could you? You want him gone, you want him to leave.

Alright he’ll give you what you want.

That day he came home, and cleared out the pantries and locked up the fridge. He left the next morning, telling you he had some mission that’ll last a few days. You just shrugged at him like normal, pretty happy you’d get a break from him.

But you didn’t realize his plan. His stupid crazy fucking smart plan. You opened the pantry. Nothing, just a few things you can’t really eat. Like a half full jar of peanut butter, uncooked pasta, some can of tuna. You opened the other drawers and cabinets. Condiments only basically. Salts and spices. But where was the food? Ok, it’s fine. You’ll cook something, grab some things in the fridge- wait what? Why was there.. a lock? Why’s it locked? It was never locked- oh. He did this. This is your punishment.

No, you’ll take it. If he wants to be an ass- you’ll just be even pettier and go with it. Then he’ll know not to test you right? He’ll essentially get worried that your not eating, then go buy more food and unlock the fridge.

Boom. Great plan right? Wrong.

Your stomach growled. It was what, the third day in to not eating? You thought you had more resistance then that- that you could hold back for longer. But no, your stomach was in pain and you felt yourself growing weaker.

You felt yourself getting desperate.

You decided to emergency call Toji. He had one attached to the security, where you could only call him, if ever an emergency while he wasn’t home.

You went up to the little screen on the wall next to the door, an iPad connected to all the security, well only he could access that part. What you could access, is the emergency call. But before you pressed the button to call you stopped yourself. Fuck you were hungry, but you couldn’t give in. Plus you knew he was angry. He wouldn’t just give in.

You needed to sweeten him up. You knew that he won’t just give in if you ask for food.

You slightly press the button, hearing it ring for a second before he picked ul and answered.

“What?”

Normally, he’d be asking if your okay, if you needed him, what’s the emergency. You know, all that. When he was actually worried. You gulped.

“O-oh! Yeah I called because I umm.. I miss you?” Yeah, not so convincing.

“Yeah, doll?”

“..yeah. When you coming home?”

“I don’t know.”

… He’d never answer like that before. He was being so dry? What was his plan? But then, the hunger, the dizziness, the weakness in your bones- you started to overthink. You started to think that perhaps he wasn’t coming home. He was going to leave you forever in this locked cage, alone, to die. And then you thought, what if his mission is going bad? And that’s why he isn’t being clear? What if he really doesn’t know when he’s coming home because where he is, is so dangerous he isn’t sure if he even will come home?

But if he dies, you die. If he dies, you die. If he dies you die if he dies you-

“TOJI please! Please please come home I can’t- I can’t be here alone anymore- I need you. Please Toji don’t die-“

“Die? Doll? What’s wrong?”

You start to sniffle, thinking about your own death. Thinking about different ways you’d die out, and all leads to one- alone. You didn’t wanna starve to death alone. You couldn’t.

“P-please? Come home? Miss you..” the genuine upsetness in your voice seriously surprised him.

“Ok doll. I think I can get home by tonight ok?”

“Toji?” You ask softly, sniffling.

“Yeah doll?”

“I feel so sick.” You whine, clearing your throat.

It’s like you could feel him smile from the other end. “Alright doll, don’t worry, m’ coming home soon. I’ll bring you some things on my way back. Kay?”

You nod, even though you know he can’t see you nod, he chuckled over the line as if he did.

This time, when he comes home, grocery bags in hand, you run up to him to greet him. Never like you used to.

It’s funny, you almost jumped on the man, you almost hugged him, you stopped yourself before you could, your mind reminding you that he’s your captor. That you hate him, that he tricked you and he’s evil and- oh but he’s so warm. You haven’t felt physical affection for so long. And he’s just so big like a cuddly bear. And you just- you can’t have him leave again okay? This isn’t fault. You’re not about to hug him because you want to, okay? It’s just.. you don’t want him to starve you again ok? Really it’s not because you.. you think he’s so cuddly. You think he’s so warm and inviting. And you could smell the food wafting from the bags he held- did he buy takeout? Oh my god- and from your favorite fucking place-

You softly put your hands around his waist, head on his chest, just holding him gently, scared that perhaps that wasn’t him but some figment of your imagination.

“Oh sweeeheart, you missed me that much, hm?”

You just nod, feeling disgusted but oh so satisfied. You don’t wanna look at him, you know you’ll be met with some smug smirk, that smirk showing that he knows he won, that now, you won’t exactly take him for granted.

“I brought take out cmon.”

Tehe I’d let them take me 😋 anyway, thank you sm for the ask! Requests are open yall! Also feel free to give me commentary! I don’t rlly write so 😭

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Strangers

Summary : part two to Kodzuken in my DMs (press), although i wrote it in a way that reading part one isn’t necessary. The only context you need is that x reader is a small instagram influencer. This chapter is about them hanging out together, doing stuff and Kenma pondering how to make you his girlfriend :)

→ Warnings: smut,cursing (Fluff) 🎧

Kenma loved every conversation with you and couldn't get enough. Each text left him wanting you more ; you were just so… interesting. He was completely amused and infatuated with you.

The fact that he also thought you were a total smoke show was a bonus as well. It was like having the best of both worlds – someone who was not only interesting to talk to but also insanely attractive.

He daydreamed about you a lot, whether he was grocery shopping and saw the drink you told him you like, or glancing at his screen every few minutes hoping you’d reply. He also thought about you, at other times. With one last whimper he flopped onto his bed, exhausted, reaching for the tissues.

He couldn’t help himself; everything you said, every picture you sent, every time you spoke during a call, made him feel a certain way. Your words, your voice, and your beauty all had a profound effect on him, stirring emotions he couldn't ignore. Each interaction left him more captivated, more infatuated with you, and he found himself constantly thinking about you during his alone time late at night.

Kenma kept breathing heavily due to his exhaustion from his high, feeling his eyelids growing heavier.

“Fuck, wish you were here.” He whispered to no one, hoping it could reach you.

He just felt so, so fucking lucky. Not only were you everything he asked for, your university was also ridiculously close to his place, so you didnt live far either. It was as if everything was perfectly set up for you to get together.

He’s a logical man, he wouldn’t be hopeful if the probabilities of you being together were low, but each day he was growing more and more impatient.

He didn't know if he was doing the flirting thing right, but he assumed he must be doing something right since you agreed to go out with him a couple of times over the few weeks of knowing each other.

Over text you could talk together so much, no conversation was boring with you. But he spend the entire evening of your first date just staring at you in awe. You honestly looked better up close than in your pictures, he didnt know that was possible. He could tell you were a little nervous since you talked about everything and anything that came to mind. Your constant chatter was endearing, revealing your anxiousness in a way that made him sheepishly smile. It was clear you were trying to fill the silence, and he found your efforts adorable.

Thankfully, when you talk you’re not that in touch with your surroundings, so maybe he got away with staring.

Lying down in his bed, he smiled a little at the memory. He drifted off to sleep, knowing he’d get to see you again tomorrow. The thought brought him a sense of calm as he finally succumbed to his exhaustion.

Kenma has always been observant of people, a skill that served him well during his high school volleyball days. Old habits die hard, and his keen observation hasn’t faded. But now, it’s working against him as he watches you wrap your lips around the coke bottle, his eyes fixated. It makes him wish he were that bottle.

You noticed his eyes lingering.

"Ken', are you okay?" you asked.

"Hm? What?" he replied, caught off guard.

He invited you to his house for a date night, away from the crowds. The past few times you went out together, you were stared at due to his presence, and he noticed it made you a little uncomfortable. He knew exactly how that felt. Back in high school, he had even bleach-damaged his long beautiful raven locks just to avoid standing out. Though he's an introvert himself, he eventually got used to the public attention fame brings and learned how to tune it out. But he understood that it's not something everyone can easily adapt to. He wanted to ensure you felt at ease, so inviting you to his house seemed like the best way to enjoy each other's company without any unwanted attention.

"You were staring, Ken," you chuckled.

The way you said his nickname was smooth and sweet, giving him chills. Your seductive voice held him utterly entranced.

“Can’t help it. You’re too pretty.” He said, leaning down to peck your lips.

You shared a few kisses, both gentle pecks and passionate ones, but it never went further than that. You didnt know each other long enough for it to go further than that.

You smiled against his lips and he swore his heart skipped a beat. You don’t know what you do to him. He was completely and utterly at your mercy, like putty in your hands.

He knew that if someone who knew him well, like Kuroo, saw him interacting with you, they wouldn’t believe it was the same Kenma.

He surprised himself, honestly. Kenma wasn’t used to being this gentle; he was more familiar with hearing his friends call him a bit intimidating or too straightforward. Though he wouldn't admit it, he kind of enjoyed leaning into his scariness. He also really enjoyed making fun of his friends, if he didn’t throw shit at Kuroo at least once it’d be a bad day. He took particular delight in finding the perfect moments to attack in his monotone voice, and Kuroo was often his favorite target.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe that the guy taking you out, showering you with gifts and compliments, taking photos of you when you asked, and offering to help you with everything, was the same guy famous for his streams being the definition of chaos. The contrast was striking, and you wondered if you’d get to see both sides eventually.

"Ken? Should we clean up and watch a movie?" you whispered softly, your face just inches from his.

"Mmhm," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "How about I wash the dishes while you pick out a movie?" His eyes lingered on yours, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You shook your head, "No, I'll do it. You paid for the food."

He smiled, appreciating your gesture. "Alright," he said, leaning back a bit. "But next time, it's my turn to clean up."

With a playful nod, you headed to the kitchen, feeling his gaze follow you.

He snickered, enjoying the view as you walked away.

Kenma often found himself questioning whether his opinions of you were merely a romanticized version he had created in his mind, or if you truly were that perfect for him. He couldn't help but wonder if his feelings were clouding his judgment, making you seem even more flawless than you actually were. The way you made him feel was undeniable, but he often pondered whether his perception was influenced by his own desires and hopes.

He mentally shook his head—no, that’s not how his mind operated. Kenma was to his core, a realist, often setting himself up for disappointment by meticulously analysing every detail. There was no idealized version of you in his mind; it was simply you. He couldn’t find any flaws because, to him, there genuinely were none.

He knew sooner or later he’d have to officially make you his. The thought of it made his heart race with anticipation and excitement.

The fact that you were still technically available made him simmer with jealousy, despite the unspoken understanding between you that you were unofficially exclusive. He knew he needed to change the 'unofficial' part, though.

He didn't know what got over him, but something compelled him to go after you. An irresistible urge surged through him, driving him to follow you into the kitchen.

You were washing the last plate, completely lost in your thoughts, when you were suddenly brought back to reality by the feel of two hands gently gripping your waist and a head resting on your shoulder. The warmth of his touch and the closeness of his presence sent a shiver down your spine, pulling you out of your reverie. His breath was soft against your ear, and you could feel his heartbeat against your back, grounding you in the moment.

“Well, hello there,” you chuckled, your voice light and amused, hiding your nervousness.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice muffled against the crook of your neck. The warmth of his breath tickled your skin, sending tingles through you. His arms tightened around your waist slightly, pulling you closer as he nuzzled into your neck. You could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing and the gentle press of his lips against your skin.

You giggled in response.

“I’m almost done with these. Did you pick a mo—” you were suddenly interrupted by his grip tightening on your waist, bringing you closer, followed by the sensation of wet, lingering kisses being placed on the back of your neck.

“Kenma, what are you doing?” You asked, your voice firm and low.

"Whatever you want me to. If you want, I'll stop," he replied matter-of-factly, his breath warm against your neck. His hands remained firmly on your waist, but he eased up slightly, giving you the space to decide.

You paused.

"I want... I want more."

Kenma's eyes lit up. "More?" he echoed quietly, a spark of excitement and anticipation in his voice. His grip on your waist tightened once again, his lips hovering just above your skin as he awaited your next move, eager to fulfill your desire.

“Mhmm,” you nervously replied, still gripping the plates. Your heart raced as you felt him grin against your neck, anticipation building with every second.

“Well, if you want more, I'll give you more,” Kenma murmured, his voice low and full of promise. His hands slid up your sides gently, and his lips resumed their trail of kisses along your neck, making your heart race even faster.

His hands slid under your shirt, over your bra, an action that made you set the plates down in the sink gently. The feel of his touch sent a sense of calm through you, and you leaned back into him; an action that made him smirk against your neck.

He played with the textured lace of your bra, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric as if asking for permission to go further. You nodded, neither of you making a sound, the tension between you too much to make a sound. His fingers, encouraged by your silent approval, continued their exploration with more confidence.

He stopped at the hook of your bra, bringing both hands to unclip your bra in one swift motion.

The ease with which he did it made you wonder how much practice he had. His fingers moved so skillfully, it seemed almost instinctual. But don't worry; it was just a fluke. Even he was surprised by it. In reality, he was navigating this new territory with as much uncertainty as you were. The chemistry between you made everything feel natural, even though his heart was pounding just as hard as yours.

When your bra was completely off, with just a little bit of hesitation his hands approached to cup your breasts. His touch was tentative at first, fingers lightly tracing over them as if he were memorizing every curve.

"Fuckin' perfect perky tits." he mumbled against your neck, almost as if he were talking to himself. His breath was hot against your skin, and the words came out in a hushed, reverent tone.

You could only giggle in response.

He pulled one hand out from under your shirt, cringing as the sudden cold air hit his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth you provided.

With one hand still drawing circles around your chest, he brought the other one in front of you, his middle and ring finger just before your mouth. His silent request was clear, so he eagerly waited for you to part your lips.

"Say it," you said, a sudden confidence overcoming you.

"Hmm? Say what?" he replied, his voice tinged with curiosity and anticipation.

"Say what you want me to do," you commanded softly, challenging him to voice his desires.

"Oh yeah? Okay then. Suck ‘em," he said with a chuckle, his fingers practically pushing your lips open. The playful command, combined with the gentle pressure of his fingers, sent a thrill through you. You parted your lips, letting his fingers slide in, and the taste of his skin filling your mouth.

He was still pressed up against your back, and throughout this entire exchange, it was the only time he was glad he couldn’t see your face. He knew he didn't have the self-control to hold back if he saw your pretty, pouty lips wrapped around his fingers like that. The thought alone was enough to drive him wild, but the feel of your mouth on his fingers, warm and inviting, was almost too much to bear.

Eventually, much to his displeasure, he had to remove himself from your mouth.

His sticky, saliva-covered fingers quickly slipped back under your shirt before you could notice. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled just below the waistband of your sweats, tracing the small bow on your panties.

With the fingers that were mere moments ago in your mouth he started gently tracing your nipple, slightly pinching it in the process, causing you to mewl oh so quietly.

He had to bite down on your neck to quickly ground himself. Hearing you make a noise, even if it was barely audible, for the first time had him battling every instinct to not pounce on you that same instant. The soft sound made him want to hear it more, and he struggled to maintain control, every fibber of his being yearning to give in to the moment. He was so hard it was aching.

He couldn’t help himself. While maintaining the rhythm of his fingers, he began gently grinding against you, unable to resist the overwhelming urge.

“Fuck, baby. I never knew it could feel this good, never felt this good with anyone. ” he quickly mumbled, his voice whiney, almost a whimper.

You couldn’t even process the new pet name, you were clenching around nothing and aching for attention too much.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you were touched like this. Kenma had his own struggles with love due to his fame, and although you were locally known at best, it didn’t mean you didn’t attract a bunch of insecure boys. Men who claimed they didn’t care about the online attention you received would quickly change their tune when they saw how many men were in your comments. Some even used you to boast to their friends about talking to you. As a result, every experience you had prior to this one felt completely one-sided. They didn’t care if you felt good or not, as long as they got off. Your last boyfriend couldn’t even make you come once in the entire three months you were together.

But Kenma was different. Kenma wasn’t insecure, and his feelings for you, although attraction based at first, were real now. His touch was filled with genuine desire and hunger, making you feel truly seen and wanted, craved even. The contrast was striking,and it made all those past experiences fade into insignificance.

“Kenma?” you said breathlessly, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Mhmm?” he responded, his voice husky he continued to touch you.

“Please. Wanna come,” you pleaded, your need evident in every word. The desperation in your voice only fueled his own, making him more determined to bring you to the edge.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, pretty,” he said, his voice filled with urgency. The hand that had been teasing the edge of your cute panties slipped inside, his fingers skillfully finding their way to your most sensitive spot.

He paused for a moment as his fingertips brushed against your entrance. “You’re fucking soaked,” he murmured, a hint of awe and satisfaction in his voice.

“Maybe you’re doing something right, then,” you replied with a teasing smile, your voice a mix of playful and breathless.

“Maybe I am,” he teased back, a smirk playing on his lips as his middle finger began making gentle circular motions on your bundle of nerves using your own juices to lubricate it. It was so lewd. The sensation was like nothing you’ve felt before, making you gasp and lean further into him.

‘Fucking gamer hands.’ You thought to yourself.

As his fingers continued their rhythmic movements, you could feel the intensity building within you, every movement bringing you closer to the edge. Your breaths grew shallower, your heart racing as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations he was creating. His other hand, still wet and playing around with your nipple, only fueled the buildup.

Kenma’s eyes never left what he could see of your face, watching every expression. You couldn’t meet his gaze, eyes closed in pleasure. If you could, you’d be terrified by the dark, feline-like stare he wore. His eyes were intense, predatory, and focused entirely on you, taking in every detail of your reaction. The sight of you, lost in feeling because of him, only spurred him on.

He could tell you were close.

He whispered softly in your ear, “Let go for me, pretty,” his voice a mix of command and tenderness. His assured yet gentle words urged you to surrender.

The rhythmic circles on your sensitive spot grew more insistent and you could feel the tension building, a powerful wave approaching.

His free hand roamed your body, adding to the sensations. You felt completely surrounded by him—his presence, his touch, his voice—all combining to create an experience unlike any you had known.

As the intensity built, your breaths became ragged, your body trembling with anticipation. Kenma’s dark, intense eyes never left your face, capturing every expression and quiver of pleasure.

“Let go,” he repeated, his voice now a husky murmur, filled with urgency and promise. His touch and words were irresistible, and you finally surrendered, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.

Loud whimpers filled the house as your muscles tensed from the sensation. The intense pleasure made it impossible to stay quiet, each sound escaping your lips adding to the excitement. Your whole body tightened, responding to the waves of ecstasy, leaving you breathless and trembling in Kenma's arms.

He finally turned you around, taking a good look at your face. His eyes roamed over your features, taking in every detail—the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the dazed expression in your eyes. He smiled to himself, proud of his work.

“Was it good?” he asked, gently cupping your face. His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, his eyes searching yours for an answer. Not that there was any doubt in his mind it wasn’t.

“Are you joking? That was the best one I’ve had in a long time.” you replied breathlessly , a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

Your arms wrapped around him and he followed suit. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, you calming down from your high and him holding you through it.

His fingers gently stroked your back, a soothing gesture that further eased you into a state of complete relaxation.

“Ken?”

“Yeah?” he responded, his voice gentle and attentive.

“I’m on the pill, you know,” you said, your voice teasing but clear.

He grinned slyly, “Oh yea? And why are you telling me this?”

You stood on your tiptoes, gently pulling him closer by the collar. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn't resist, his breath hitching as you leaned in close. Your lips brushed against his ear, and you whispered, "Because I wanna go to your room so you can ruin me."

He hid his surprise and excitement, taking a step back. "Sorry, I don’t fuck strangers." He lied.

You were confused. "Strangers?" you echoed, your voice tinged with hurt and uncertainty.

“Well, yeah,” he said, leaning on the counter. “So unless you wanna be my girlfriend, it’s a no for me.” He smirked, watching your face change from confusion to realization.

The initial hurt faded, replaced by a mix of surprise and excitement. "Girlfriend?" you repeated, your voice softening.

“Mmhm.” He replied with anticipation.

A smile appeared on your face. “Oh, fuck you. I thought you were going to kick me out or something. Couldn't you ask like a normal person?”

He chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. “Where’s the fun in that?” he teased. “So, what’s it going to be? Girlfriend?”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t hide your grin. “Yes, Kenma. I’ll be your girlfriend.’

“Good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Now, about ruining you...”

You looked up at him seductively. “Gonna have to catch me first.”

Before he could process what you said, you quickly turned and ran to the bedroom, laughing.

“Don’t run so loud, you’re annoying,” he called after you, a huge grin plastered across his face as he followed you.

Kenma genuinely lost count of how many times he came in you that night.

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 ↓。

a bunch of ppl requested anonymously for this to be a smut chapter, so I’m delivering lmaoo, you animals. (ILY THANK U FOR THE SUPPORT) Tags : @nazwrites-2002 @nishayuro @nnnyxie If u wanna get tagged in my next fic abt Suna or if u want a part 3 lmk <3

#kenma x reader #haikyuu #hq kenma #kozume kenma #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kenma kozume smut #haikyuu dumpster battle #haikyuu smau #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #kenma fluff

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lubrumalis · 1 day

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ghost headcanons! (realistic)

tw: nsfw, spoilers, dead dove do not eat

a lot of these are based off of my personal understanding of him,

general:

didn’t go back to manchester after his family died, too many foul memories—a lot of friends will probably know him as a murderer (comic reference, ghost was accused of killing his family in the newspaper)

has a fit body. a lot of people like to hc him as big and bulky, i think otherwise! its actually a huge disadvantage to be bulky in size as a soldier (logistics while fighting yk). most SAS soldiers are trained for endurance and fitness, i think he has a moreso lean body

hes not cold and ruthless, wouldn’t say hes a big softie either.

VERYYYY punctual. always on time

will not abuse or rape anyone. this guys been through atrocities, he would never do it to someone else

won’t hire a prostitute, ever.

honestly, hes just another dude in the military. he loves dad jokes and bourbon😭

ghost doesn’t think hes mean or tries to be, he simply is intimidating because of his size and way of talking

he likes watching soccer in his free time

gets internally offended if someone thinks hes from london (anywhere but Manchester)

very dark humoured. tell him any dark joke and he wouldn’t care

loves tea

listens to older british bands, like the smiths

cannot understand modern slang at all. what does ‘iykyk’ and ‘rizzler’ mean???

texts like a typical millennial. uses ‘😂’ and ‘😜’ unironically. types with proper grammar and spelling with punctuation too, maybe an occasional LOL

also unironically likes posts about trust issues and being a sigma male. he doesn’t actually think hes one, he just relates to those quotes that are like: “being alone is better than with fakes” 😭😭😭😭

ghost probably hates other men more than misandrists 😕 i think its bc hes always fighting other men and dealing with the cruel things theyve done, so ghost subconsciously feels more on guard with men he doesnt know

has insomnia

doesn’t cry. ghost doesn’t remember the last time he cried.

isn’t rich rich, but has a ton of savings. he doesn’t have a family or spend a lot. so the money piles up.

relationship hcs:

first off, i dont think he’d realistically get into one anyway LMAO

s/o would have to the chasing, i dont think ghost is the kind to actively pursue someone

he has charisma, doesn’t feel like using it

hes very against the idea at first—his family got murdered because he was in the military, you think hes gonna let it happen again?

probably will not like someone working with him as a soldier

i think itd go two ways: a) you are a civilian who aggressively pursues the poor guy and he gives in, b) you work as a military nurse and gradually get to know him, c) you are a longtime close friend of his before he was in the military

i cant see him being fwb with anyone, only one night stands

hes not a toxic partner or super lovey dovey

ghost doesn’t entertain multiple women at once

itd most likely end up in a breakup where he fears for your safety:(((

BUT lets ignore that

tbh, i think he would probably be with someone very empathetic and kind to others. he doesn’t like people overly energetic, too soft, or someone that annoys him

persons gotta be independent and good with long distance

simon doesn’t care about age gaps, but probably wants someone at least in their late twenties

had a hard time opening up, eventually told you everything once he trusts you

another reason why i think he wants someone empathetic is because he has severe trust issues😃😃

last thing he’d care about is looks for long term relationships

the type of guy to disappear for 6 months and reappear to be like “remember im your husband???”🫡

doesn’t let you tell your friends about him—No hes not being uncommitted or toxic, but hes simply being cautious after what happened to his family

you can’t show anyone photos of him, his name, his occupation, NOTHHINGGG

so you fake a name for your bf who your friends think you’re lying about

definitely does not let you post on social media about him either.

installs security in your home, teaches you self defense, and gives you weapons. this guy can be paranoid

will never hit you or lay a hand on you

ghost genuinely thinks you saved him—his life was bleak and empty before you came in. subconsciously thinks of you as a savior

he buys you gifts, does chores for you, he really likes you :(

ghost actively tries to make his voice sound softer and friendlier when hes talking to you

doesnt understand playing mind games, things like the silent treatment or “im ok” when ur not ok thing. just tell him how you feel

doesn’t tell his team about your existence. you and his job are always going to be separate.

avoids talking about what he does in the military. ghost has killed and injured many and he doesn’t want you to see that side of him.

scary dog privileges for SURE

#call of duty x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley #tf 141 x reader #cod mw2 #cod

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dragonsmashorpass · 20 hours

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And now that all the polls are over... here are the NPCs from most to least smashable!

Arvelle - 90.9% Galore - 87.9% Merrigan - 86.1% Glass & Gloss - 85% Arlo - 84.1% Fiona - 83.7% Patches - 82.7% Pinkerton - 77.8% Sage - 77.2% Scrying Imperial - 76.7% Avery - 76.1% Upsky Dan - 74% Joxar - 72.8% Crim - 72.5% Windsinger - 72.5% Shadowbinder - 72.1% Roundsey - 71.3% Marva - 69.9% Tomo - 68.7% Susie - 63.5% Flamecaller - 60.9% Spritfire - 58.7% Baldwin - 58.4% Luminax - 57.9% Gladekeeper - 56.5% Higgins - 55.6% Stormcatcher - 55.6% Earthshaker - 51.8% Tidelord - 49.8% Arcanist - 49.5% Velya - 49.2% Plaguebringer - 48% Lightweaver - 47.3% Swipp - 44.4% Icewarden - 38.9% Edgar - 32.7% Pearl - 28.4% Scribbles - 24.7%

Congrats to Arvelle for not only winning, but being the only one to get over 90%, which is even more impressive considering her poll was one of the most voted on too!

Also congrats to Sage for getting into the top 10 despite not being a dragon, and to the Scrying Imperial for getting into the top 10 despite not even having a name. And not a single deity reached the top 10, with the highest one being Windsinger at number 15! And Icewarden being the most unfuckable deity, which honestly, expected. ACAB. I really thought Plaguebringer would have done better though! (Especially since Luminax of all things got a majority smash! Didn't see that one coming.)

Swipp had a rather poor showing, we love dilfs unless they actually have kids I guess. And the disparity between Spitfire and the other two couriers...the allure of his edgy color combo gave him such an edge.

And 69% of you wanted to smash a piece of cardboard. Nice.

#anyway thank you all for playing along! this was fun. definitive list of the hottest npcs..hell yeah #modpost #statistics #long post #smash or pass

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oneirataxia-haechan · 2 days

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Ateez reaction to hearing you sing in the shower

Ateez x reader (friends)

The members hear you singing their songs in the shower when you think they can’t hear you.

Hongjoong

He would hear some familiar beats coming from the bathroom door. Becoming curious, he would walk up to the door and hear you rapping along to his verse in fireworks. He giggled an walked away smiling. He probably wouldn’t mention that he heard you, but would think of it at random times.

Seonghwa

He would be cooking dinner and rounding up the members to let them know it's almost finished when he couldn’t find you. Walking towards the bathroom door he knocked before he could register the sound of music. He then heard the music, knowing you wouldn’t answer his knock, he smiled lightly. You were in the middle of singing along to Matz when he had knocked. He would probably mention it once when you guys are alone just to compliment you.

Yunho

Yunho can’t find you, when you promised you’d play a game with him in a bit. A bit is now up and so he began his search for you, a promise is a promise. After looking everywhere he stepped towards your bathroom door. As he was about to knock, the song changed to Deja Vu. He could hear you singing along to his part at the beginning and he would melt in admiration. This is one random thing yunho would think to be one of the nicest things ever. He would mention it, almost bragging, because you sang HIS part specifically. That is until you got embarrassed and he would try and make it up to you due to his guilty conscious. He really didn't mean to embarrass you.

Yeosang

Yeosang would be similar to hongjoong, heard you singing It’s You by accident. He would for sure blush hearing you sing his part though and get red in his cheeks and ears. He wouldn’t mention that he heard you though, he wouldn’t want you to think he was listening on purpose. Might mention some of his favorites from their disography though, knowing you’d probably sing along to them when in the shower again.

San

I feel like if bored he would hunt down anyone he could find to fix his boredom with. You were next on the hunt list. He would look everywhere and when he finally found his voice coming from your bathroom door, he’d secretly record his reaction to your little concert. He could hear you singing loudly along to Cyberpunk. His little happy jumps could be heard in his recording as well. Would definitely send the video in the group chat and then show you what everyone said about your vocals.

Mingi

You and Mingi would some how always end up having insomnia on the same nights, best friends truly. This particular night he had been in his bed, unable to sleep, so he decided to go to the living room to see if you were up as well. If he couldn’t sleep he at least wanted some company with the same issue. He didn’t find you but he did have to pee. As he walked towards the bathroom the music increased in volume. He smirked and laughed as he heard you rapping along to his verse in Bouncy. He may record it like San but not share it without your permission. He’d rather keep it for himself to listen to when he misses you, needs motivation, or even just for a giggle. Might bring it up randomly out of the blue like, “oh yeah you are really good at my raps!” Confusing you of course.

Wooyoung

He would honestly constantly be bothering you so it didnt take him long to realize you weren’t in his vicinity. When he went looking for you he would come across the bathroom door, at first he thought you may be pooping due to how long you had been gone. Once he heard the water he laughed at his thoughts. After hearing the water he strangely heard his voice in Crazy Form come up as you sang along to his part. It was a good thing for him he started recording right before that. Would definitely send it to the group chat no thoughts in mind. “Guys check out who loves to sing my part only.” You would come out of the shower and while getting ready to finish your hair after getting dressed, you’d wonder why your phone was blowing up. You would check and immediately hunt him down. “WOOYOUNG!!!” The other members would hear the cummotion and let him get caught. Deserved.

Jongho

Jongho would also come across you singing in the shower on accident. He would think you singing along to Halazia was really sweet. He wouldn’t mention it but he would try to get you to sing on your own in front of him and the boys more often. Would also randomly ask about a duet for fun, raising your suspicions a bit.

#ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #yunho #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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actuallyjustabiscuit · 2 days

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Ok thoughts 👏thoughts👏Everyone gather around I have thoughts about this!

Episode 2 was clearly the Pomni episode. We got to see her character get a little more fleshed out and we also got a glimpse of what motivates her which is great.

With this tweet we have solid confirmation on who the upcoming episodes will center on (thanks for not making us guess, Goose) and this lineup is really interesting.

First fascinating thing is that Kinger and Zooble share a spotlight in ep 3. Why is that? Everyone else gets their own dedicated episodes so why are they unique in that regard? What connects them?

Well, I have one idea!

So we know since the pilot that Kinger has been the one to have lived in the Circus the longest out of all of them. We’re still not sure if he was in fact the 1st human to be trapped (maybe we’ll find out in the next episode) but he definitely has the most seniority, both in age and in length of entrapment.

We also know that Zooble was the most recent character to get stuck before Pomni (and considering their attitude, it may have even been quite a while beforehand) AND is the youngest character next to Jax (they even share the same age, which could be a coincidence but it feels too deliberate of a choice).

Which means ep 2 will simultaneously focus on the oldest and the youngest of the characters.

I’m actually curious as to what their dynamic will be because they haven’t really interacted much in the pilot (and like not at all in episode 2), if they end up interacting in ep 3 at all. But mostly I’m excited to see them more fleshed out with hopefully Pomni getting the chance to bond with them (either together or separately).

My guess is that the purpose for them to share focus on an episode is to get perspective from someone who’s been there the longest and has seen more people come and go than anyone else vs. someone who was just recently in Pomni’s shoes and had probably a much different first day experience (we know Zooble cared enough about Kaufmo to personally organize his funeral so they may have some…feelings about who’s essentially his replacement).

Ep3 is also supposedly Gooseworx’s most anticipated episode so I’m extra excited.

Next we have Gangle for episode 4. I honestly don’t have a lot to say about her or the significance in her episode placement outside of her being the closest in age to Pomni (being only a year older). The only hint we get about what her episode will possibly consist of will be on how reliant she is on her ComedyMask to feel happy, which will be very interesting and we might even get some confirmation on whether her avatar was programmed with that feature upon entering the Circus or if it was an add on of sorts by Caine to help keep her sane. A pretty shitty feature if it can’t last for very long but it does make for a nice metaphor about how fragile her facade is (girl is literally masking).

Actually I don’t think her and Pomni have actually exchanged words yet in the show. Wouldn’t it be funny if they don’t up until her episode. Like Pomni is so caught up in between whatever mess episode 3 has in store for Kinger and Zooble that the two of them never actually talk and it just keeps getting more awkward. Gangle wants to talk to her but is so self-conscious about her Tragedy self that she’ll only feel safe to have a conversation if she has her mask, but it just keeps breaking before she even gets the chance.

Again this is all just speculation, if they actually end up talking in episode 3 I’ll…make ship art of them.

Yeah

Anyway, episode 5. The one I’m personally waiting for because y’all should know what I’m about by now.

*Warning: Unhinged, borderline psychotic tangent incoming*

I swear to god if Pomni and Ragatha don’t have a fucking conversation before ep 5 I will launch myself into the sun. I’ll take anything, I just need them to get real for a second. I NEED to know the extent of this woman’s damage. It has to be explored, analyzed, and dissected and I will do so with gusto when the day comes. None of these characters will be safe from my scrutiny, but Ragatha oh ho ho, you have been living rent free in my head for too long, madame. You WILL pay your dues and I intend to collect in every episode until there is not corner of your unsound mind that I have not examined in great detail!

Ahem *Straightens tie* Ok back to business

So yeah, Ragatha.

It may be because we’ve only had 2 episodes but I can’t help but feel like we’re supposed to see Ragatha as a sort of deuteragonist since out of all of the supporting characters she’s so far been getting the most focus aside from Jax, and we’ll get to him in a minute (I promise that’s not just me being biased, or maybe it is, I don’t know, you tell me).

In just two episodes we’ve seen more of what makes her tick compared to anyone else. And of the main cast she’s been the ONLY one to make any kind of connection to the main character and have enough of a meaningful interaction with her to leave an impression.

But this is what really clinched her role as a deuteragonist for me, she’s so far been one of the few to have the narrative briefly shift to her perspective to give us significant character moments like these:

The show REALLY wants us to see just how NOT ok she is.

If she’s meant to be the heart of the group, her heart already can’t take much more damage. Her friendship (if you can call it that, it’s so painfully one sided right now) with Pomni clearly means a lot to her, so much so that her entire sense of self worth seems to be tied to it (and if you’ve been paying attention, she doesn’t have a lot of that as it is). It would be nice to see their connection gradually grow before her designated episode, where she might experience actual growth for herself.

And if episode 2 is any indication of how this show preserves friendships well…

Yeah, I don’t think she’s gonna make it.

In fact, I’m willing to bet actual money that she’s either gonna abstract in episode 5 or episode 6.

Which brings us to Jax’s episode! The other deuteragonist…tritagonist? He definitely shares some degree of significant narrative focus along with Pomni and Ragatha. He’s both an active antagonist force and one of the only characters to drive the plot forward every time he’s on screen (then there’s that weird thing where he keeps breaking the fourth wall).

He has so much significance in the story that Gooseworx gave him his own bullet point in her list of content warnings (this could also be a joke, but I mean it would be funny to see just how despicable they can make this character).

Gooseworx also described Jax and Pomni’s relationship in the show as “messy”. After episode 2, I don’t think she considers him as a candidate for any kind friendship like she did for the others, and who could blame her? In just two days the guy abandoned her to deal with an abstraction and chucked her out of a truck. He’s no one’s favorite person, and he relishes that. Bunnyboy definitely has some issues that Pomni would pick up on the more she’s forced to spend time with him. To the point where I can see her trying to eventually form some kind of bridge because, as her previously established character motivation implies, she’s not the kind of person to intentionally leave anyone high and dry. But unlike the rest of the crew, I don’t think Jax would be inclined to change for the better just because someone took pity on him. He seems like the kinda guy to dig his heels in and commit to his bad behavior out of spite.

And for his episode to come after Ragatha’s, why do I get the feeling the reason Gooseworx went so far as to preemptively apologize to bunnydoll shippers specifically is because he’s gonna cause something really really bad to happen to her (could be abstraction, could even be something much worse) that he would come to sorely regret.

And oh boy would that evoke some feelings in everyone!

I feel like if that is indeed the direction this show is going, the rest of the episodes will really be something.

I’m also certain Caine will get his own episode but right now he is very much an antagonist to these characters. I wouldn’t go so far as to call him a villain, but he’s certainly not someone Pomni is keen on sympathizing with, at least not currently.

Thanks again @lilyclawthorne for helpfully providing me with the tweet so I can give some context for my ramblings of the week!

#phew finally done with this #I did NOT mean for this to get so long #I should be asleep but decided to do this instead cuz it’s been giving me serious brain rot #I feel like I should start making a specific tag for my unhinged essays #Biscuit Bakes?#Ah whatever it’ll come to me #character analysis #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc pomni #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc gangle #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc headcanon #I have taken WAY to many screenshots of the doll. I am not well #I feel like I could have added some more screenshots about the hints Gooseworx has given for the show but I’m too lazy to go looking

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lord-squiggletits · 3 days

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Part of why I hate this fandom's take on Autobots vs Decepticons is ppl (mainly 'con fans honestly) who can't have any nuance of the situation whatsoever and love to write plots like "oh the humans are racist and abusive towards Cybertronians so this is how Megatron is right" no actually I don't think colonialism/imperialism and racism are justified so long as you can point the finger and say "they were the aggressors first" or "their hands are no cleaner than ours bc their society sucks too" sorry. Please come up with better sociopolitical narratives in your war story.

#squiggposting #i'm too tired to like actually care about this any more #and ppl's fandom takes don't necessarily represent their IRL views #but i'm just like. oh so i see that you want to write mature stories with politics and dealing with bigotry. that's cool!#now do it in a way that actually refutes bigotry and makes some sort of attempt at resolution #bc 'oh humans are just as bad and evil so it's fine if we colonize them' isn't the pro-con take ppl think it is lkdsfjlsdkfs #honestly this is what john barber got right in his story even tho the politics in his became overbearing #at least he's like the one dude who rightfullly pointed out 'uhhh organics have history with cybertronians that makes them very justified #'in not trusting them'#but my mistake is expecting the average 'con fan to disengage from the 'revolution' part to talk about the racism and imperialism lmao #if ppl weren't cowards they would be able to write characters as problematic and bigots and imperialists #but still show their humanity and point out how the cycle of retribution needs to end at some point #and how killing everyone who ever did anything bad (esp for a race as long lived as theirs) isnt a sustainable model of society #that's my PROBLEM man like stop being COWARDS acknowledge that your heroes can be shitty ppl #instead of framing things as good guys vs bad guys and then framing absolution as being only for the good guys #what if good and bad didn't exist and we were all shitty in some way and none of us inherently deserve forgiveness. what then #what if you wrote a story where you had to deal with the reality of rehabilitating ppl who have genuinely done horrible things #what if you wanted to rehabilitate society but realized the majority of ppl in it are monsters. what then?#do you only extend forgiveness and peace to the ppl who got thru with no moral compromises?#do you want to kick the majority/almost all of your race to the curb and give them no mercy/second chances?#what if ppl wrote stories where sociopolitical issues had no good/bad guys and no easy solutions #what if ppl had the courage and ethical fortitude to say 'everyone here sucks actually'#anyways sorry for the rant

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the fact that logan got the upgrades only for the team to take them away because they apparently weren't working is so fucking frustrating. like ?? are you serious ?? how can the upgrades NOT BE WORKING ?? and they took them away so quickly , too , like maybe give him a chance to get acquainted to them ??? it's so fucking frustrating how shit logan's been getting treated recently .

i cannot defend this man any harder from the shit treatment he's been getting . like i am literally going to fucking war every day seeing people shit on him not realizing what is going on . and it's just getting worse and worse for him because williams won't even SAY they did that -- like i had to find out on twitter that logan told brazilian reporters about it . so of course the hate comments towards logan continue !!! and what does williams do ? JACK FUCKING SHIT IS WHAT . they're honestly destroying him and his mental health and i want to help him so badly but i can't nor do i know how to and it's making me want to rip my hair out .

it's also so crazy to me how people so easily hate on drivers , even if said driver is performing great . they downplay when he does do well saying it "isn't good enough" . he'll do amazing for an entire race but has a bad pit stop or locks up or something happens that messes things up for him and it's like the floodgates of hate comments open up . they can't see farther than what's up their ass because that's where their heads are shoved up . genuinely , how hard is it to just not comment about him . if you hate him , just ignore him !!! and show a little bit of compassion !! it's terrifying how easy it is for people to be hateful when they're hiding behind a screen . and i haven't seen williams do anything about it to defend him in any way , no matter how minuscule it is . it's so frustrating and my heart genuinely hurts for him .

logan sargeant you deserve better . i believe in you . i know you can do well if given the right chance instead of having it ripped away from you . i'm sorry .

hate comments towards logan will be removed because if you have the time to hate on him then you also have the time to do any of the following: research about him and his career especially concerning performance in f2 , f3 , etc. ; read the essays i wrote about logan a few posts ago ; research what is going on behind the scenes and what is being said to reporters about his situation in williams at the moment so that you understand why fans are upset about how he is being treated . and yes , he has been treated poorly recently even if his performance hasn't been the best . it's not difficult to be kind and keep scrolling if you read a post about a driver you are not a fan of !!

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #logan sargeant #williams racing #logan sargeant rants #logie bear #i love that i've just become a logan sargeant rant account #like yes i will defend him with my entire life #no one can stop me i will always defend him #logan hate will not be tolerated here !!

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Darry headcannons bc he’s my favorite and I need a distraction :]

- Considers adopting Johnny on a daily basis, thinks about how his initials wouldn’t even change. He’d still be Johnny C to everyone, but to him he’d be his. Like, everyone else can have Johnny Cade, but Johnny Curtis is his.

- He can sing really well, like strangely good for a greaser. In high school he hung around choir kids a lot and they taught him a lot of things about singing. He would always absentmindedly practice and eventually got pretty good at it. Sometimes when he thinks he’s alone or he’s in a good mood he’ll sing something quietly, the gang really likes listening to him so they’d all like, crowd behind a wall and listen. Man’s got pipes is the summary of that.

- Always speaks too loud or too soft, no in between.

- Wanted to be a doctor for the longest time bc he wanted to help people, although as he got older he slowly realizes that that’s not possible and he’s seriously torn up about it. So, he settles for patching up the gang whenever they get hurt. He hates that they’re hurt obv, but he likes making them feel better.

- He feels like he’s never fit in. With the Socs he was always the odd one out, never having anything fancy or new cars to show off, but he was fine with that bc he’d always known he wouldn’t exactly fit it with them. The real issue came with not fitting in with the gang. He feels ostracized, like he’s stuck between worlds because he’s too mature or stuck up, like the only reason anyone stays around him is bc of his brothers and even they seem distant from him. Pony seems to hate his guts and Soda drifts away from him, bc he’s 100% aware that out of the 3 of them Soda and Pony would always choose each other over him.

- Hates Steve dad with a passion. He knows he doesn’t care about his kid and it infuriates him, he’s just glad Steve rarely goes to his own home and usually stays at his house.

- Loves storms with a passion, will sometimes just go out and wander around in the rain. He always scared the shit out of his brothers when they realize he’s gone only to find him wandering around in the rain somewhere.

- 1000% read Pony’s essay and was destroyed by it, prob cried about it later too. He pretends like he’s indifferent for Pony’s sake but can’t stop thinking about how his brother thinks that he’s barely human.

- Always asks how Two-bits mom and sister are doing when he remembers too. He really likes their company and genuinely wants to know how their life is.

- Relatively good friends with Tim Shepard, like, both of them understand what it’s like taking care of their siblings and such. Also I feel like Darry’s patched up Tim more times than either of them can count bc he’s the neighborhood ‘doctor’.

- He hates trains bc they always take things he cares about. First his parents and then Pony and Johnny. He feels stupid about it but honestly it’s kind of valid.

- Speaking of Johnny, Darry was def worried about him a lot when he figured out he left with Pony too. Obv he worried for Pony more but he sees Johnny as another brother and worried more bc of it.

- All of the gang shows up to his house for holidays, except sometimes Dally doesn’t show up. He always takes it upon himself to find him and invite him over, especially for Christmas bc he always get everyone great gifts and he wants Dally to get something too.

-He rarely gets drunk but when he does he’s so cuddly it’s insane. Even though he nearly broke Steve’s jaw once he’ll nearly smother him in a hug if he’s nearby. He does the same thing to everyone, but he gives good hugs so it’s a win.

- Sometimes his brothers accidentally call him dad and he thinks he doesn’t know how to feel about it until it’s midnight and he’s sobbing his eyes out.

- Has the most contagious laugh ever. You hear him laughing at something? Surprise, now you’re giggling like and idiot.

- Writes really neat in all caps so there’s no room for misinterpretation.

- When he starts to forget what his parents voices sounds like he nearly breaks down. He can remember his dad cracking jokes and his mom laughing but their voices are all distorted. As his memory of them crumbles so does he.

- Usually puts too much effort into decorating the Christmas tree. They never have the best looking Christmas tree because money is tight but he spends a lot of time decorating. He makes them beautiful.

- Saves every card and drawing his brothers give him so when he’s feeling really low he can look back at the little ‘Love, Pony and Soda’ and feel better.

- Would unironically stand outside if there’s a tornado warning and look for it.

- Sometimes runs into Cherry at the library and thinks she’s nice, they usually end up talking about Pony and that always ends up with Darry saying how proud he is of him and Soda.

- He only likes fighting bc it was one of the only things he was better than the Socs at. Now that he’s older and has other priorities he doesn’t care for it.

- Really enjoys working his second job at the library. It he finds a book he thinks Pony would like he checks it out for him.

- Always looks out for Curly and Angela. Like, he knows Tim’s a great older brother but it doesn’t hurt to have someone else looking out for them too. He helps them out of scraps with Socs and lightly scolds them when needed.

That’s all for now, thanks for listening to me ramble ❤️

#the outsiders #darry curtis #dallas winston #tim shepard #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #angela shepard #cherry valance #steve randle #johnny cade #curly shepard

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my best friend's werewolf | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w / au's: werewolf!au, bestfriend!au, thigh riding, a VERY jealous, territorial werewolf and he gets slapped for it ...

summary: you go to a party your best friend warned you not to go to, only to meet a different side of him that only wants you

a/n: another random idea that came to me LOL let me know if you want a part twooo cause i feel like i could have fun if this was a series hehe

words: 5059

Against your best friend’s judgment, you’re at the annual campus senior bonfire sipping lukewarm beer and chatting with some football player that looks stoned out of his mind. It’s a super secret tradition that everyone has heard rumors about. Only students who were at the top of the top of the social ladder could ever attend, and they usually kept things quiet.

So it’s a bummer that the party is actually boring and you’ve been thinking of calling an uber for the past twenty minutes. You aren’t sure why he was even so adamant on you missing the party. When a girl from class offered you an invitation, you were honestly just excited to be included. It does help that your best friend is in with the top of the top, but lucky for you, the two of you have been friends since freshman year of high school.

It’s not like anything even interesting is going on. There’s a huge bonfire, sure, and too much alcohol for anyone’s good, but it’s mostly just groups talking in circles like they’re just waiting around. And what was the big deal with it being a full moon?

Sighing, you reach for your phone inside the pocket of the hoodie you’re wearing which just so happens to be your best friend’s hoodie. What can you say? They’re the most comfortable. You’re seconds from calling that Uber when you’re forcefully being yanked from the wooden log you and football stoner were sitting on, causing you to yelp as a very angry, very scary best friend of yours calls your name like you got caught sneaking a peek at Christmas presents.

“I told you not to come here!” He continues to drag you away from the party, earning glances from everyone the two of you pass by.

“Let me go! Are you crazy!”

“It’s nearly a full moon!”

“What is it with the moon?!”

The two of you yell back and forth, until another voice joins in to get his attention. He stops pulling you along, but doesn’t let go of your arm. You both turn to see a younger looking college student, maybe a sophomore, sizing him up as he takes a step closer.

“Let her go.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes at the kid. You doubt he means well, probably just wanting to show off.

“Stay out of this and go back to your team.” Cleary with the way he spoke, he knew who the kid was. Maybe plays for a junior varsity team on campus.

“She clearly doesn’t want to go with you. Let her go and she can come party with us. She smells… sweet.”

At the kid’s comment, the boys behind him start oohing and ahhing, but it’s only a second later he’s getting pounced by your very pissed off best friend. The two fall to the ground with a thud. He’s on top of the kid, pushing his face into the dirt beneath him while all his friends watch, unsure of whether to step in when it’s a senior. Then he leans close to the kid, whispering in his ear, though you still hear the words.

“Don’t ever look at my girl, try to talk to my girl, or even think of my girl ever again, got it? She’s mine.”

In a flash, he’s off the ground and grabbing you by the arm once again. This time, you’re speechless, completely in shock from what you heard. You don’t argue or try to pull away until he drags you all the way to the parking lot of the abandoned mall the party is thrown behind. There’s parked cars all around you, blocking you from view unless someone is right beside you.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he’s muttering to himself, finally releasing your arm. You watch his shoulders rise and fall. He’s pissed off, but you aren’t sure why. Nothing happened at the party. It was boring. “I told you not to come. Why didn’t you listen?!”

He’s so worked up. It’s borderline scary. So, you take a deep breath and try to steady your voice.

“I don’t understand what’s going on.” You try to reach for him so he will calm himself, but he steps away. “What is up with the full moon?”

It should have been a simple question. It was a start to explain this crazy night.

He sighs in frustration. “The full moon-” He turns as he speaks, but his words fall silent. For a few seconds, he stares at the very full looking moon above, shining its golden light down onto the two of you. It’s so bright, the only light you need in this abandoned parking lot. You notice his body tense, so you reach out to place a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes? The moon?” Before he can reply, there’s an echo of howls flooding the space between the trees from the bonfire, reaching the two of you as the mood of the night shifts to something darker.

Slowly, he turns to you, peering down at you with a hunger in his eyes you’ve never seen before. His lips turn in a wicked grin. His expression darkens.

“Well, don’t you smell delicious.” He takes a step toward you, causing you to back up from him until you’re bumping into the passenger door of someone’s black sedan. “I’m so happy to finally meet you. He never lets me play with you.”

“Wh-what the fuck are you talking about?” Your voice is trembling. If this is a prank, it’s cause to never speak to him again. “This isn't funny. I want to go home.”

He smirks, stepping to you until his face is inches from your own. “You should have stayed home, baby.” Then he comes closer, pressing his hands against the car on each side of you, head dipping so his lips come dangerously close to your neck. Your heart pounds in your chest, fear, adrenaline, and something else you can’t quite place surge through you. “Now I’m here, and I finally get to play. And look at that, you smell like me.”

Why did you have to be wearing his hoodie now? Of all times, why now? “What do you mean?” The question comes out in a whisper, too shaken from the shift in him to speak up. “You’re not making any sense. What’s happened to you?”

He chuckles before pressing his soft lips against your neck. The touch is light and feathery, barely brushing his skin against yours, but it’s enough to have heat swelling in the pit of your stomach. Then his hand rises to press against your ribs, only a thin t-shirt in the way of direct contact. He offers a gentle touch as he slips his hand up and down, so close to touching your breast that your nipples harden.

“You happened to me,” he groans, nipping at your throat now with his teeth. The action causes you to shiver against him. “Once another wolf smells you baby, once he tries to take what is mine, I had to finally come out and claim you.”

“Wolf?” Huh? Maybe you’re hearing things. Nothing he is saying is making any sense. You are still considering this to be a joke, but just in case, you do the only thing you can think of to stop this situation. Raising your hand, you swing it as hard as you can, palm connecting with his cheek to have him hissing and stepping away. He holds his hand against his face, soothing the sting you caused, but suddenly he’s smirking once again.

“If you wanted it rough, that’s all you had to say.”

You frown at him, shaking your head. “This isn’t you. I don’t know what happened tonight, but I forgive you, whatever it is.” You stomp toward him, poking his chest with your index finger. “I forgive you because you’re my friend and I love you. If this was a prank, it sucked! I’m calling an Uber. Don’t call me for a week so I can be mad at you.”

You give him the meanest look you can muster before turning to walk away, but he grabs you by the arm, stopping you.

“I’ll give you space for now, but I’m not that patient, baby. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

You glare at him as he sports a cock smirk on his lips. Huffing, you jerk your arm away to call yourself a ride and get away from him.

***

He doesn’t do a good job at leaving you alone for a week. You wake up to a million texts and calls the next day, pleading with you to meet him somewhere so you can talk. He’s lucky he’s your best friend and you can’t say no to him, so you agree to meet him at a cafe on campus. He beats you there, having your favorite drink already in hand.

“Hey,” he says, all of his regrets and worries at the forefront. It’s clear he’s just as bothered. As if he finally came to and wasn’t even himself. It makes no sense. “Let’s sit on the grass and talk.”

The two of you take a spot under an oak tree’s shade in the courtyard next to the cafe, finding yourselves with privacy, but still in public. He made sure you were comfortable with the setting. You knew it was important to him, which softens the mood now. This is still your best friend.

“I don’t know where to start, so I’ll just say it and you can hate me afterward.”

You scoff. “I could never hate you,” you mumble into your cup before taking a sip.

“I’m a wolf. Not the fur suit kind, which is cool, I wouldn’t judge, but the real kind as in werewolves actually exist and your best friend grew up in a pack of wolves and we shift and run naked under a full moon.” He takes a sharp inhale, breathless from his rambling. You remain speechless, so he continues. “The party last night was full of wolves. Every party is. It always aligns with the full moon, and we turn into beasts and howl into the night.”

His voice grows low the more he speaks. You can only blink, staring at him.

“What… the fuck?” The laugh that comes out of you surprises you both. He can’t help but to laugh at the absurdity. You’re laughing while still wondering if this is a joke.

“I know, right?” He shakes his head, looking down at the cup he holds in his hand. “Do you believe me?”

You look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m going to be so mad at you if this is a joke, but yes, I believe you.”

Relief floods him, seeing the tension leave his shoulders as well as his face. “Good news.” You smile at him. He was so worried over his secret. Even you feel relief now that he’s told you. You want nothing but the best for him.

“So… last night?”

He takes a deep breath, eyes closing. “Last night my wolf took over. I didn’t shift, because the human side of my wolf caught your scent the moment that dumb ass jock mentioned you.”

“That’s the wildest sentence I’ve ever heard,” you whisper, shocked. “How many sides do you have?”

“There’s the wolf inside me that’s more human, then there’s the animal when I shift, and then there’s just… me. I’m all of it, it’s all me.”

“So your wolf got mad at the jock?” you question, trying to make sense of it all.

“My wolf got jealous another man was giving you attention.” He says it with so much certainty, you feel like you’re in a dream. No way can any of this be real. But you believe him. No matter how crazy, he’s your best friend, so you trust him. “Wolves are very territorial. So when the wolf in me smelled your scent and felt a threat, he took it upon himself to make you his territory, so he attacked to protect you.”

“And you and your wolf are different?” You frown, trying your best to understand. “Last night was your wolf, and right now it’s actually you? But you’re the wolf and it’s all you?”

“Yes, basically.” He sighs, seeing how crazy it seems. “My werewolf side can take over. It’s unusual, but it happens. Normally, we have our human side, and then we shift. Some of us are a little different, though. Our human and wolf are two different beings inside our bodies. One can take over the other.”

“Mhm, yes, I see,” you begin, nodding your head as if you understand, but you’re trying your best not to freak out. The good news? Maybe Hogwarts is real, too, and what you know of reality is all a lie. No big deal. “So my best friend, you, can have control of the brain cell and the puppy gets control at times. Got it.”

He rolls his eyes, smacking his lips, but he can’t hide his grin. Just like the two of you to end up making a joke out of something.

“I think I get it,” you tell him after you’re done giggling. “There’s just two different sides to you that want different things. Simple enough.”

“Exactly! It’s like, my werewolf side wants you. It craves you. My human side… he just wants to be your friend because you’re cool and fun to hang out with and you know all the lines to our favorite movies and quoting them around people to annoy them is fun to me and you do that with me so...”

“Oh…” You don’t think anyone could have said something sweeter to you in this exact moment. Even in all his nervous rambling, he still knows exactly what to say. This is why he is your best friend. Tears begin to well. Your bottom lip trembles. “I’m so sorry. I should have trusted you about the party. I didn’t mean for this to happen. We can totally just forget it ever did and go back to normal. ”

“That’s the thing… it can’t go back to normal.”

Once the first teardrop falls, the rest cascade down like rainfall. “Please don’t say that.” A sob escapes your trembling body. It’s like all the emotions since the night before have been bottled up, but now the top is off. You can’t control the tears any longer as the situation comes crashing down. “I can’t lose you as my best friend.”

“You’re not losing me.” He rushes to pull you closer to him with an arm around your shoulders, just like all the other times you couldn’t keep it together and became a sobbing mess. He was right there to pick up the pieces. “You’re not losing me, you’re just gaining an… admirer.”

“Admirer?” You pull away from him, sniffling. He reaches to swipe the tears from each cheek with his thumb.

“My wolf side… he… really liked meeting you.”

Your heart skips, mouth going dry. “I could kind of tell.” Images of that night flash in your mind. The way he looked at you, talked to you, touched you. You try to calm yourself down, but it’s hard to ignore it did something to you.

“Don’t do that,” he says, eyes closing, taking a deep breath as if to calm himself.

“Do what?” You look at him, brow wrinkled.

He inhales a sharp breath while biting his bottom lip, then he exhales slowly. “My wolf can tell when you’re…”

Oh God…

Heat floods your face, stomach sinking into the deepest pit. He senses the horror in your expression.

“It makes him harder to control when he knows you’re close. We have the same sense of smell, so it makes it even harder when those smells are…”

“I get it,” you groan, face falling into your hands.

“But don’t worry. I’m going to control him and you won’t have to be scared, okay?”

You gasp. “Should I be scared?” The tears begin to surface once again. “Is he going to hurt me?”

“Hurt you?” He shakes his head vigorously. “He would never hurt you and he would kill anyone that even thought of hurting you. So you don’t need to worry, like I said.”

“Okay,” you tell him, bottom lip quivering, “I believe you.”

***

Come to find out, your best friend was full of shit. He couldn’t control it. Not at all. Not when it wants you, when it’s seen you in the flesh, talked to you, touched you, tasted you. There is no controlling the beast inside of him when it comes to you, and you soon find out a few nights later when you arrive home after your shift at the diner. College is almost over. You needed a way to make money over the summer. While the tips can be nice, it leaves you exhausted enough to not notice the dark presence looming in the shadows of your bedroom as you put your things away and take down your hair.

You thought you were alone tonight since your roommate is staying with her girlfriend, but the sudden sound of heavy, slow footsteps coming toward you makes you jump, dropping the towel you were preparing for a shower as the realization hits you. Luckily for you, you quickly realize it’s only your best friend. Though, why he didn’t tell you he was stopping by, you aren’t sure. Usually a simple text will do the trick if either of you need to pay one another a visit, so seeing him in your bedroom has you on high alert. Not to mention, you walked into your bedroom in nothing but your silk robe. You felt a little exposed.

“What are you doing in my bedroom without letting me know you were stopping by?!” The words come out in a hushed yell, scolding him through your teeth. There’s a smirk on his lips as he walks even closer to you. His presence is demanding, expression darkened and the irises of his eyes even more so.

Like it could be his long lost dark evil twin brother. And god that thought was incredibly hot to you.

Which, you admit, is crazy considering this is your best friend and you have never once thought of him as hot. Handsome? Absolutely. Someone you could have dirty daydreams about? Never.

“I wanted to surprise you,” is all he says. His dark, commanding eyes trail down your body as he steps close enough there are only inches between the two of you. “Don’t tell me you forgot me already.”

For a split-second you want to ask him what he means, but then it clicks. The night of the bonfire. Your best friend’s werewolf was brought out by the full moon and instantly caught an attraction to you just from the way you smell.

A gasp falls between the two of you. His smirk darkens along with the lust and desire pouring from his expression.

“You do remember me, baby.” He reaches to brush his knuckles along your face. The contact has heat surging to your cheeks. A chill washes over your body as a sense of warmth and comfort floods your nose. It takes you by surprise, blinking, consuming the scent’s energy like it is its own being. It fills you with the deep blues of security and fiery red desire all at once, washing over every inch until there’s nothing left but your need for this man. This wolf.

“I-I thought I wouldn’t see you again…” You don’t mean for your voice to tremble as much as it does, to sound as scared as you are right now.

He only chuckles at the statement, lowering his hand so his knuckles brush along your collarbone. “He told you that?” The cockiness in the question, the certainty that he would be seeing you whenever he likes, doesn’t go unnoticed. This wolf is in charge and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. “Nothing stops me from seeing my baby.” His touch sinks lower, brushing fingers over your breast, your hardened nipple, the silk robe the only thing between his skin and your own. “So let me see, baby.”

Your heart skips a beat as an ache settles between your thighs. What was wrong with you? This was your best friend. How could your body betray you in such a way? It’s like something else has taken over, something that’s not you.

He steps closer, causing you to back away, only for him to do it again so your back is pressed to the bedroom wall. He steps one more time, pressing his thick thigh between your legs. He has you pinned. You aren’t sure if you could get away, but you also aren’t sure if you want to.

“I-Is this a joke?” You’re trembling now.

“A joke? Now, don’t leave me waiting,” is all he says, reaching for the belt of the robe to tug at the knot. It comes loose in one effortless sweep, robe falling open to reveal your naked body underneath. A groan builds in his chest at the sight just before he presses his thigh against your bare pussy, the friction of the jeans earning a well deserved whimper of his name. “Mm, I don’t hear you laughing, baby.”

You can’t stop yourself from moving your hips, grinding your pussy against his thigh greedily. Something’s taken a hold of you, and that something wants nothing more than to get off this way. The heat swells inside you, the darkness taking over in the both of you to have you dying for one another.

“I can’t…” you cry out, pressing yourself harder against him, hungry for the pleasure that swells as you ride his thigh. “I can’t… help it… I-I need it…”

“I know you do, and you’re going to take whatever you need from me.” His voice is dark, deep, and demanding, filling your head and taking hold of your ability to resist. “It’s true, I crave you, but I know you’re craving me, too. I know you’re thinking of all the filthy things I could do to you, and I’ll do them, baby, you just have to let me know.”

You’re quivering at his words, moaning from the tension between your thighs, dripping over his own thigh to make a mess.

“That’s it. Ride me just like that. Be my good girl and take whatever this greedy little pussy wants.”

You’re crying out his name, begging him for release, the more he speaks. You’re so close to the edge, you just need a little more. Between your moans and your cries, he sees the frustration in your face from teetering right on the edge.

“Beautiful, baby.” His hands fall to your hips to hold you while guiding you to ride him harder, faster. “Look at you, riding me so well, making such a mess. I bet your little cunt is dripping for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” you cry out, so far gone thanks to the pleasure.

“You want to be mine, don’t you?” He teases you further, hands running along your sides until his thumbs begin to circle your hardened nipples. “You want to be mine so I can fuck this pussy and make it mine, too. And I’m going to, baby, as soon as you tell him it’s what you want.” Somehow, his voice grows deeper the more he speaks.

You’re so close. “Yes…” whimpering out, you’re almost there.

“So come for me,” he commands, sinking his fingers deeper into your sides as he holds you, “come for me and make me yours like I’m going to make you mine.”

The thread snaps on the final word. Shaking, you release the tension against him in a surge of red hot pleasure. The bliss takes hold of your body, causing you to collapse against him, but he’s there to hold you. You’re still shaking as you ride the wave of euphoria until you swear you can’t see straight.

You’re breathless once you finally become jelly in his arms, down from the high as the fog begins to clear. He continues to hold you, and when he realizes you have a hard time gathering the strength in your legs, he guides you to your bed. Effortlessly he places you in his lap while you bury your face in his neck.

It doesn’t even feel like your best friend. The wolf feels more like a stranger, like your best friend’s doppelganger. You have a hard time wrapping your head around it, knowing you just need a night’s sleep and to talk to him when he’s returned.

“Now that I got to hear the way you moan my name, I won’t be able to get enough of you.” He presses a kiss to your temple before he grips you by the jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Just remember, I’m in charge. Not him. Me.”

All you can do is gulp, the air suddenly so thick between the two of you. He leans in, nipping at your lips before whispering in your ear.

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you soon, baby. I can’t wait until we can play again.”

***

“I’m so sorry.” You sob into your hands, sitting in the same park, under the same tree in the shade, apologizing to one another because this is what your life is now. “It’s like I couldn’t control myself.”

“It’s not your fault,” he sighs, taking a sip of his drink, but you feel too sick for yours. “My wolf can smell your scent, but you can also smell mine, and it makes you more attracted to me.”

You stop crying to immediately blink, mouth falling open. “What the fuck?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s how… we… mate.” He shrugs. “It’s a wolf thing. We give off a scent to our mates, it makes them feel things like safety, trust, attraction. Usually it’s reserved for other wolves but for some reason, the asshole wolf inside me decided to claim my best friend.”

“He wants to claim me?” Your heart races. You heard it before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to process. The thought shouldn’t excite you. You hate that it does.

“He already has. The night of the bonfire.”

You remember it clearly. He tackled someone to the ground and said the words, “She’s mine.” Scared half the JV team as well as you.

“What are we going to do?” You pout at your best friend. He sighs, shoulders drooping. “You can’t control you and I can’t control me and you can’t control you when I can’t control me because you can’t control you and-”

“Well,” he cuts off your rambling. “Maybe we don’t control it?”

“You mean let it out to play?” Your jaw hangs open, completely shocked. With the things he said to you, you aren’t sure that’s the best idea if he does come to play. “That might be dangerous…”

“It will be dangerous the longer I try to keep him at bay.” He hesitates a second, then signs and looks down. “Maybe being around you might calm him down a bit. If I don’t let him at least see you, when he does finally get out, he… well, he would never hurt you on purpose, but I’ll hate myself forever if an accident were to happen.”

You take in his words with a drumming heart. It makes sense, even if it scares you.

“Maybe I could just talk to him,” you suggest with a simple shrug. “I could be like, ‘Hey, I know I’m super hot and awesome and irresistible, but I am a lady afterall…’ or something like that.”

Now he’s laughing, and the weight on your shoulders eases a little. But there’s still so much burden weighing on the two of you.

“What if it doesn’t work?” you ask him, voice just above a whisper. “What if something happens between me and Wolfie and you hate me forever?”

He grins. “Wolfie? Did you have to go and nickname him?”

Giggling, you nod. “He’s part of you, so, yes.”

Then the laughter settles, and the question weighs heavy.

“I won’t hate you. I could never hate you.” He looks at you in reassurance. “I don’t know what happens when… Wolfie… takes over. It’s like I’m floating in outer space or something. I feel everything he does, but that’s all.”

“What are you saying?”

He takes a deep breath. “There’s a part of me that is your best friend and finds this whole situation awkward and honestly I feel a little bad this had to happen.” He pauses, giving himself time to think. “Then there’s the other part of me: my wolf, your mate. I don’t know why the two parts are so misaligned, but they’re me. All of it, and if there’s a part that wants you in other ways than being a best friend, well, it’s still you, and I love you, so I’m okay with it.”

All you can do is throw your arms around his neck and hug him tight, feeling him pull you in and hug you just the same.

“I love you, too,” you tell him. “This is so stupid and exactly something we’d get ourselves into.”

He can’t help but to laugh at that. “What about you?” You look at him with a questioning expression. “How do you feel about the scent? The fact that you can’t resist.”

“Um, I didn’t really think about it.” You shrug. “I guess I was too concerned with making sure you were okay, but I guess I’ll just breathe less when Wolfie is around, wear a mask, or just don’t get too close, I don’t know. I mean, yes, the scent does make you way more attractive, like, Steve Urkel stepping out as Stefan transformation, but it’s not going to make me immediately drop my panties, right?”

He stares at you for a few seconds before offering a weak smile. You don’t feel so confident now.

“Wait, are you saying I remind you of Steve Urkel now?”

Grinning, you roll your eyes at him while shoving him in the shoulder. Even if you’re laughing now, you’re dreading the moment Wolfie decides it’s time to play again.

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Tim had quit his life as Red Robin. When he was younger he was so proud to be Robin, so happy that he got the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fight by Batman’s side. Everyone thought he was destined to do great things, and honestly so did he. He would’ve never dreamed of leaving Batman’s side. That was until he found out about Jason.

Finding out that Jason died made him hang up the cape. He couldn’t bear to carry on a mantle that wasn’t his. He knew Dick willingly quit, leaving the Robin position vacant. But Jason hadn’t willingly died, and Tim could never feel comfortable in that suit knowing it belonged to a dead kid. The second robin was great, and Tim could never live up to him, and he didn’t want to. He didn’t deserve to. A few years after he quit being Robin, he resurfaced as Red Robin. Because once you lived life as a bat you could never go back, not really. It was a perpetual struggle of constantly looking over his shoulder, constantly wondering if the woman staring at him was planning something or was just admiring his clothes.

As of now, Tim acted as an information broker. He worked with the entire Justice League and all heroes/vigilantes, including Jason. When they’d first met Tim was bleeding out on a rooftop after he’d won a fight as Red Robin but had taken substantial physical damage. He’d been expecting a punch in the face for replacing him or at least some kind of anger or resentment. Tim was surprised when the man’s first words to him were ‘Rough night?’ and even more surprised when Jason patched him up and sent him on his way. He’d only worked with Red Hood three times when he found out the man smoked weed. ‘I thought Red Hood was against drugs?’ Tim had asked him as he watched the man light a blunt. ‘Red Hood is against selling drugs to kids. I look like a kid to you?’ Jason asked with a raised eyebrow. Tim had just shook his head and turned back to the screen that was in front of him.

Tim was focused on his current case, his brows furrowed in concentration as he went over a file that the Titans needed from him when he heard those familiar three knocks at his window. He turned his head to find Jason standing on his balcony, his helmet on. Tim stood up to let him in because at this point they’d worked together enough to be considered friends. It’d started out with only interacting for crucial cases, but they grew on each other. Tim enjoyed Jason’s laid-back but still about-business attitude and in turn, Jason savored Tim’s non-judgemental and sarcastic personality. They complimented each other well, after all, albeit in different senses and categories, they were both emotional and social wrecks. Tim was a social recluse because he didn’t know how to understand complex human emotions and Jason was anti-social because he didn’t care about human emotions.

“What’s going on?” Tim asked as he lifted the window. Jason landed inside silently, which was ironic in comparison to his imposing build.

“Nothing. Just need these scanned,” Jason pulled a case holding 5 vials of green liquid from his jacket.

“Got it. What are they?” Tim asked, taking them from Jason and placing them in the chemistry analyzer that sat at his workstation. He sat in his chair, facing away from the man behind him, which was a huge show of trust in itself.

“No idea. Grabbed ‘em off some dealer I caught on the street today,” Jason replied.

“Is said dealer still with us?” Tim asked curiously. Personally, Tim didn’t kill. He couldn’t handle knowing he’d taken a life. Though he didn’t care much about Jason’s killings it still made him feel better knowing Jason was becoming less violent and more understanding.

“With us meaning..?” Jason asked with a hint of amusement in the robotic edge that his helmet put on his voice.

“In the world of the living,” Tim put out bluntly.

“Yes. In the hospital, but alive,” Jason said, taking off his mask.

“Doesn’t it get hot inside that thing?” Tim asked, turning around to face Jason.

“Better than being dead,” Jason shrugged, taking a seat on Tim’s bed.

“You’re never gonna let that one go, are you?” Tim chuckled.

“Would you?” Jason shot back lightning-quick.

“Fair point,” Tim conceded. The chemical analyzer dinged, catching his attention. “Looks like a drug called Viper,”

“Damnit, I should have killed him,” Jason scoffed.

“Bruce wouldn’t like that,” Tim said for nothing else but a reaction.

“Since when do I care about what Bruce likes?” Jason looked at him incredulously through his domino.

“Fair point, go ahead, kill the man,” Tim waved a hand dismissively towards the window.

“And you wouldn’t have a problem with that?” Jason asked in disbelief.

Tim fixed him with the look he always gave Jason when he asked a dumb question. “Viper is a deadly poison, and he was selling it. I’m not saying he deserves it, but he deserves it,”

“So you’d help me?” Jason asked with a small grin.

“Why would I help you kill a man?”

“I meant help me find out where he got it from and shut the operation down,”

Tim knew the answer was yes, and had to stop himself from shouting it. He pretended to think about it for a few seconds before shrugging. “Sure, sounds fun,”

Jason’s grin grew and Tim couldn’t help but smile too.

“I’ll swing by again tomorrow,” Jason said, standing. It was then that Tim noticed Jason piling all his weight onto his right leg.

“What’s wrong with your leg?” Tim questioned.

“Nothing. My leg is fine,” Jason replied. He began walking towards the window again but Tim noticed the slight limp he moved with.

“Okay,” Tim sighed, kicking Jason in his left knee.

“Fuck!” Jason shouted, falling to the ground.

“Thought there was nothing wrong with your leg?”

“I said my leg, not my knee,”

“Your knee is a part of your leg,” Tim called, making his way to the first aid kit he kept in his bathroom. He inwardly chuckled at how Jason attempted to hide his injury from Tim.

He bent down, opened his cabinet, and looked for the shiny white box with the red plus sign on it.

He returned almost as quickly as he left to find Jason lying on his bed.

“Either the pants come off or you roll them up,” Tim said as he sat the first aid kit on his bed and opened it.

“Roll it,”

“I’m not your maid,” Tim scoffed. The smile on his face betrayed how he wanted to sound but he didn’t mind much. “Not my doctor either but here we are,” Jason countered smoothly. Tim always enjoyed his and Jason’s banter, not that he’d ever tell the other man that.

Tim stared at him unimpressed. Jason scoffed and pulled his left pant leg up. Underneath it was a deep gash that was poorly stitched up. Blood leaked out of the stitch and it looked infected, yellow pus seeping out around the edges.

“This is one of the worst stitch jobs I’ve ever seen,” Tim said. He got on his knees and began cleaning the stitch with anti-septic.

“In Roy’s defense, his hand was injured too,”

“You should’ve told someone, this is dangerous,”

Jason huffed out a laugh. “That’s an occupational hazard baby bird,”

“Stop calling me that,”

***

Tim watched Jason jump out of his window, the man leaving with a shout of, “I’ll get you some new sheets!”

Tim hadn’t noticed the blood-soaked sheets on his bed until after Jason was already gone. Tim could do nothing but sigh and begin getting ready for bed. He walked into his bathroom, taking in his appearance. His eye bags were still dark, and his face was still on the grey edge of pale. His eyes were tired, almost lifeless. He was beginning to see his skin clinging to his bone, a telltale sign that he hadn’t been eating. He sighed and looked away.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face almost robotically, avoiding locking eyes with himself in the mirror at all costs.

He replaced his sheets and got into bed, letting his mind take the wheel.

Viper.

They were already aware of the effects of the drug, it slowly melted away calcium that the bones needed and left it’s victims with dust in place of bones, killing them slowly and painfully. It allowed for a small period of inhuman strength, which was unbelievably dangerous. Solomon Grundy was a prime example of why people out of their minds should not be given super strength. He only hoped they could shut the operation down before Viper spread too much.

***

“Plan?” Tim asked warily. Jason had come crashing into his room with a look of pure rage on his face a few moments earlier. He’d explained to Tim that there was a new variant in Viper that allowed the victims to live longer and made them susceptible to suggestion. Tim didn’t like drugs that made people susceptible to suggestion. Jason had his theories on what the drug trafficking rings could use it for, who they could sell it to, and none of them were good. The way Jason paced as he spoke made Tim worry that he��d jump into action without a plan.

“My plan is to track down the piece of shit that started this and paint the wall with his brain,” Jason spat.

“Jay as of now you and I are the only ones on this. If you die who will help the victims?” Tim questioned in an attempt to be the voice of reason.

Jason stopped pacing to think, at least that’s what Tim assumed, he couldn’t tell much from the helmet.

“Fine. What’s the plan?”

“Where’d you find the dealer last night?” Tim asked, turning to his computer.

“Corner of fifth and Eagleside,”

“There’s a warehouse not too far from there. I say we check it out, and if it’s a hit, follow it,”

“And if it isn’t?”

“Then we look somewhere else. The drug hasn’t hit the streets hard yet or else Bruce would know. We need to stop it before its next shipment,”

“Right. I’ll-”

Tim’s police radio went off, and he whipped his head towards the noise on his desk. ‘Hostage situation at Gotham Bank, calling all units,’

Tim turned his head back to Jason, who’s figure had just leaped out of his window. Tim could do nothing but sigh and run a hand down his face. He really hoped this wouldn’t get them killed.

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