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januaryembrs · 29 days

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SUCH A PRETTY HOUSE | Joel Miller x Reader

request: Can you do Joel miller x reader no surprises by radio head angst fic

description: Joel remembers that one summer he knew her, and the ten year scar it left him.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: Pregnant!Reader, major character death (canon to TLOU and also reader dies, not explicit,), guns, death, violence. Joel feels unworthy, mentions of Sarah.

authors notes: em tries not to write something heart wrenching challenge, go.

There weren’t many things that meant something to Joel anymore. The day cordyceps took over the world, it took almost everything in him with it. Whatever was left made room for anger and resentment to curl inside him, make its home in his bones, make him lash out at everyone who wasn’t Tess.

But he felt himself make an exception the day he met her.

He’d been entirely sceptical when Tess told him she’d been able to find someone on a radio channel who could help them with supplies. It would mean sneaking out of QZ, a dumb move even on a good day, and trusting a stranger that was all but promising them candy if they climbed into his van. He wasn’t a stupid man, not by any means. But Tess had this way of bending his resolve, pushing him further and further if it meant they could come out better in the end.

When they’d arrived to Frank and Bill’s for the first time, they were gobsmacked to see an entire street of houses cordoned off with barbed wire and explosives, as if it had never been touched by cordyceps, as if they’d catapulted into a time before people were eaten alive and before the world ended. A quaint little town with dusty cars and clean streets and houses and empty shops and gardens full of wildflowers and strawberries.

Joel felt like he might be sick, but perhaps that was something between jealousy and caution just playing on his tongue.

A spritely man a little older than him bounded down the stairs to the first house on the left, piercing blue eyes looking over them with the same excitement of a puppy being told to play fetch. There was no way a man so jolly could have done all of this himself.

“Tess?” He called, and Joel remembered the way Tess smiled sweetly, because she was just as stunned as he was that they were in some sort of utopia, a little fence and a gate the only thing between them and how things used to be.

“It’s Frank, right?” She guessed, and it was then that Joel heard the caution, “Didn’t you say there was two of you?”

“Yes, Bill, my-” He stopped himself short, as if he didn’t quite know what to call him. He breezed over the hesitation quickly, buzzing in on the remote the combination, looking then to Joel, “You must be Joel,”

Joel gave him a nod, his fingers tightening on the shotgun in his hand. It wasn’t even a split second after the gate started to slide open that another man emerged from the house, his face thunderous as he barrelled down the stairs and towards where they stood.

“Frank, didn’t I tell you to wait,” He snapped, his brows strained into a frown, a gun of his own in his palms, “We need to make sure she’s ready, they could be infected-”

“She?” Joel cut in it a biting tone of his own, “Who’s she? You said there was two-”

“Bill,” Frank warned, as the shorter man produced a scanner out of his pocket and ran it over both of their necks. Joel knew this Bill could feel the heat of his glare on the side of his head, though as soon as the screen lit up green for both of them, he saw him take a sigh of relief. “We’re never going to make any more friends if you keep shoving them away,”

Joel couldn’t really blame him for worrying.

It wasn’t until they saw the door opposite theirs swing open that he understood even more why Bill was so unwelcoming.

He should have seen it before, the sweet hanging baskets full of lupines and primrose, the luscious lawn trimmed and primped, lined with tended bluebonnets and sunflowers beaming at the woman that emerged from the fresh white house with a bright grin, like she was their sun and they smiled back at her in awe.

She wore a white sundress, long enough to touch her knees, and it flowed with the warm breeze as they stepped past the threshold to the town, her feet bare save for some little brown sandals that seemed in better condition than he’d expect. Her face glowed with excitement, gaze switching between him and Tess, and her figure was full and soft at the same time.

It wasn’t until she got closer he could see where her stomach pulled against the fabric obtusely and it was like a sadness washed over the two of them as she finally got close enough to talk.

She was pregnant.

“You must be Tessa! Frank told me all about you,” She said, pulling the woman in for a warm hug Tess didn’t seem to have much of a choice in.

“It’s Tess,” His companion corrected, though she gave her a light squeeze back, and her face softened out as if she didn’t seem to mind the intrusion, nor the new name.

Bill froze up at the sight of her tugging Joel closer the minute she'd released Tess, ignoring every boundary his standoffish expression could possibly set, and it was like he understood why the flowers twinkled up at her. She was warm, incredibly so to the point even when he didn’t return the gesture, he felt himself conscious of how rough his skin was and how hard the gun must have been pressing against her chest where it squished in between them and how he hoped to god it wasn’t hurting her or the baby.

He felt cruel the minute she pulled away, crueller than he usually felt, but his frown never wavered, not even when she simpered at him, despite Bill saying her name in a worried tone.

“Just ignore him, he would bubble wrap me if he could,” She whispered to Joel, and her laugh was a tinkling bell in the wind. She grabbed Tess’s hand in a quick and gentle motion, walking her up the pathway back to her house, and Joel could have sworn he heard the promise of ice tea leave her lips.

“I’m so pleased to have another woman around,” She said to Tess, who looked as if she was fighting back a feathery happiness of her own around the woman who seemed too good to be true in a world so harsh as this one.

Joel knew he would have his work cut out for him trying not to get attached.

Ellie knew she was on thin ice already. For a girl of only fourteen, she was incredibly perceptive of people’s feelings, especially the grumpy, grey haired bastard that had just lost perhaps the only woman who meant anything to him. She had to admit Tess’s death made her feel like she was some sort of unlucky charm, like anyone who so much as got close to her was doomed from the word ‘go’.

She hated herself for it, and she assumed from Joel’s silence and the way he’d stormed out of Bill and Frank’s house as soon as she’d read that letter that he hated her too.

That was until she saw him walking across the street to the house with dead flower beds and smashed windows and no sign of life that she thought perhaps she wasn’t entirely the problem.

She found him in the bedroom, laying on the double mattress with his eyes closed, though she knew he wasn’t sleeping. The walls were a pretty sort of posy pink, the sheets an intricate pattern of doves and white lilies, and a little painting on the nightstand of two women smiling at one another, one so clearly being Tess while the other remained an enigma.

It wasn’t until she spotted the cradle next to the bed that her heart sank into her stomach.

“Bill and Frank weren’t the first ones to die, were they?” Ellie asked softly, and he shook his head wordlessly, “Was it yours? The…” The baby.

She couldn’t bring herself to say it. She wouldn’t put it past him to yell at her for prying.

He lay there like a wounded animal, and he shocked her when he actually spoke.

“It wasn’t mine,” His voice was gravelly, hardened, yet worn out all the same, “But we were going to-” He stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath, “We were going to raise it together, the two of us. Tess was supposed to be godmother,”

He remembered the way she used to call her Tessa, and how Tess didn’t seem to mind it so much once she saw how truly sickly sweet she was to her core, and how she said it so full of love, the way you could only love your best friend. He remembered how he kissed her, a few months after that first time he’d seen her, how he’d kissed her and pulled her close and how they’d slept in that room together, and how he’d promised her everything was going to be okay because he was going to protect her and that baby.

Joel remembered thinking that was his second chance. How he knew it wouldn’t bring Sarah back, nothing could ever, but maybe his sweet girl and that baby would be his chance to prove that he could save someone, that he could do some good.

“What happened? Where’s the baby?” Ellie asked too intrusively, hoping he didn’t shut her out entirely after this, but she had to know. She had to know who the pretty woman in the picture was, and why Tess, even the little splotch of paint she was now, looked at her so besotted that Ellie had to have answers now. She had to know why they had never spoken about her and why Joel seemed to be giving up on her now. Like Tess had pushed him over the edge of a sadness years in the making.

She didn’t think he would reply, but then; “One night, raiders came while me and Tess were getting her supplies from the city. Few weeks before she was due.” She heard his voice deepen into something dark and angry, “She didn’t stand a chance.”

And Ellie never brought her up again after that day, only once to ask her name, and neither did Joel. He left his sweet girl and whatever he could have been in that pretty house, put her in a box in his chest right next to Sarah, until it didn’t hurt so much to think about her.

#Joel miller x reader #Joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x pregnant reader #Pedro pascal x reader #Pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us imagine #the last of us x reader

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notelcol · 1 month

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The Getaway🐦‍⬛

That Kaz x reader hurt/comfort that was voted in by some lovely people❤️

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

The wind blew harshly against your body as you ran through Ketterdam with a stolen scroll in your hand. Your felt like you were flying. Grinning, you turned towards the man who ran a step behind you. His face matched yours. A wicked joy had you both feeling more alive than ever. You had just pulled a small heist, now it was your favourite part. The getaway.

A few more turnings through the winding streets and you would be at the switch point. There, you would meet Inej and she would disappear with the loot, while Jesper shoots the men chasing you. That was the plan at least…When you and Kaz finally skidded to a halt at your location, you both looked up at the rooftops for Inej.

“Where is she?” Kaz hissed. You looked back down the road you had come from.

“Where’s the men?” You realised they should have caught up by now. Slow footsteps began to echo, coming from a nearby turning. You whipped your head around to see the man you just stole from. He grinned menacingly before pulling out a gun. Kaz clocked it before you did but before he could even take a step towards you, the shot rang out. The scroll fell from your hand and rolled down the street, towards the shooter.

“I’ll have that back now, thank you.” He said, all too politely. Then, he simply walked away while whistling a jaunty tune.

The shock wore off, as the whistling became quieter. Then came the pain. You held your hand against your stomach, only to be met with a wet warmth. Reality truly hit you when you looked down at your hand and saw the blood. All of a sudden you could feel it trickling down from your stomach until it fell in a pool on the floor. You looked to Kaz for reassurance, only to see him white as a sheet inching towards you terror.

“You need to apply pressure.” He instructed. You complied, but each second you felt as though you were fading. Until, you dropped.

“HEY!” Kaz shouted desperately poking you with his cane. “Stay awake and keep applying pressure. Inej and Jesper will be here, they are just held up.” He hoped they would come. A situation like this is the only time Kaz feels useless.

Your eyes started to roll as your vision became blurry. You tried to keep pressing on your wound but your hands wouldn’t listen to you. As your fingers fell beside you once again, you felt a hard pressure against your stomach. You knew you were delirious when you saw Kaz kneeling at your side, keeping your blood inside your body, allowing you to close your eyes at last. Kaz himself was beginning to feel like he was dreaming too. The last time he had pushed his hair out of his face, your blood on his gloves ran up his arm beneath his sleeve. The wet sensation combined with the coldness of your body under his hands was all too familiar.

Kaz wanted nothing more than to sink his memories forever. But they kept surfacing to matter how hard he tried to focus on you. A scream ripped from his throat as he punched himself in the head, as if trying to evict the distraction of his childhood trauma. His eyes fell upon your face as he told himself this isn’t Jordie. You were still alive, at least you would be as long as he could keep himself together. He pressed more confidently against the wound at he thought of losing you, his partner in crime. He never expected to trust someone enough to call them that. He had his Crows, but never a partner. Not until you. Not since Jordie. A tear fell from his cheek onto yours as he stared down at your paling features.

He barely even noticed Inej’s arrival. It was shortly followed by Jesper’s much louder one.

“Sorry! We got held up by-“ Jesper froze when he saw the scene before him, then released a breath when he saw your chest rising.

“Shit. We need to get them back home.” Jesper jumped straight into action, less cautious to approach Kaz than Inej was. He took over Kaz’ position at your side and picked you up.

You woke up to a deep ache, causing you to groan and roll over. The movement changed the pain to a searing stab.

“FUCKING HELL!!!” You screamed.

“Good morning to you too.” Kaz’ made his presence in the room known to you. He was sat at the side of your bed smirking at you.

“I take it the men who were supposed to be chasing us are why Inej and Jesper were late?” You asked. Kaz answered you with only a nod, leaving you still concerned for your friends. Your rolled your eyes as sat up, this time sure to move slower. It did not help much, still feeling like you were being ripped open. You felt Kaz’ cane press against your chest gently.

“Lay down.” He sternly told you. You looked up at him in defiance but stopped when you saw his eyes. “Please.” His tone was more vulnerable this time, small like a whisper. You allowed his cane to push you back down, not missing the sadness in his eyes as a groan escaped you.

“I’m okay.” You sent him a comforting smile, which he returned.

“So are Inej and Jesper.”

Kaz had been in and out of your room all day in between handling business.

“I just came to say goodnight.” He said, though he seemed as though he was holding back. You decided not to pry, since you did not have the energy to get blood from a stone tonight.

“Goodnight Kaz.” You smiled. He turned to leave, looking almost disappointed. Then out of nowhere, he rushed back in and stopped when he reached your bedside. He looked deep into your eyes. The intensity woke your drowsy mind as your heart skipped a beat. “You are very special to me. Today was…” He trailed off and looked away. You thought he was about to turn around and leave again, but instead he sucked in a deep breath and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead. As his lips met your skin, he lingered for a second. This was the closest you had ever felt to him. Not because of the physical contact though. It was rare for Kaz let someone see him feel. It felt intimate. But it was over as fast as it began.

“Goodnight.” He said once more, but this time he was breathless and shaking in a mix of fear and something else that he was finally ready to name.

“I love you.” He spoke. Before you could process the interaction, he was gone.

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Thank you for reading 🌹

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wolfjackle-creates · 11 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 5

It's Wednesday again, you know what that means! I'm going to officially start calling this Arc 2 instead of Chapter 2 because it's too long already and I only *just* get to the plot with the end of this segment.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

First, Previous

Word Count 1.3k words

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Tim clenched his teeth, but allowed himself to be pulled to the counter where they ordered an obscene amount of food thanks to the appetite of four metas. He insisted on using B’s card to pay for everyone.

Sam didn’t even wait for their food to be ready before she started questioning Conner.

“What do you think of rich people?” she demanded.

“Um… What?” Conner looked to Tim, eyes wide, clearly lost as to what he should answer.

Tim just shrugged.

“What. Do. You. Think of rich people? It’s not a hard question. I’m just trying to gage your actual punkness.”

“I don’t… I mean, Mr. Wayne is cool. I’ve met him a few times and he’s always been nice to me. But Lex Luthor… He’s the worst.” Even now, Conner couldn’t help but shudder when he thought of his creator and Tim scowled into his soda.

“Don’t mince words, Kon,” Tim said. “Luthor should be shot and dropped in the deepest part of the ocean.”

Conner laughed and pointed to Tim. “Yeah, that.”

“Hmmm… It’s a start.” Sam nodded. “Really, there’s only one rule to being punk and everything else derives from that: the man sucks.”

“The man?”

And there it was. Conner was still learning a lot of slang. “She means the people in charge. That you can’t trust the government or people in authority to actually have your best interests at heart or to do the right thing.”

“Oh!” Conner’s eyes lit up in understanding. “Well, obviously! I’ve always had to look after myself. At least until I met you guys.”

Cassie elbowed him. “And now you’re stuck with us for life. You’re ours.”

“Damn right!” Bart held out a fist to Conner who bumped it with his own.

Danny laughed. “You weren’t exaggerating, Secrets. You guys really are ride-or-die.”

Tim looked over his friends and couldn’t hold back a soft smile. “Damn right we are. Just like you three.”

“Well, we know something about the ‘or die,’” said Danny.

Tim rolled his eyes. “You’re worse than Dick.”

Tucker’s mouth was open as he looked between them. “They know?”

“Yeah,” said Danny. “Tim’s known since, like, a week after the accident. And when they came by my house, my parents decided to show off the home defense system. Couldn’t keep it a secret after that.”

Based on Sam’s wince, she knew exactly what the home defense system could do to Danny. Tucker pulled out one of his devices and started typing on it. “Will you finally let me do something about that?”

Danny just rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, Tucker. Sam. Tim. All of you. My parent’s inventions never work right. Or they don’t know how to actually use them. They didn’t think the thermoses worked at first, for God’s sake!”

“Right.” Tucker rolled his eyes. “Because their guns have never worked. Tim, can I have your number and email? Maybe if we all get on him he’ll listen to sense one of these days.”

“Oooh!” Cassie bounced in her seat. “I’ll help! We’ve lots of experience in that with Tim. He’s also the worst at calculating reasonable risks.”

“Great!” Tucker typed her number and email into his PDA and they started setting up group chats. Bart joined in by discussing some of Tim’s more ridiculous civilian escapades.

Tim exchanged a look with Danny. This was so not going to end well.

“Well, while they’re sorting that out, more about punk!” Sam pulled Conner deeper into a conversation about fighting for freedom and liberty and how her ultra recyclo-vegetarianism fit into her beliefs.

Tim sighed and said, “Well, at least they’re getting along?”

Danny groaned and held his head in his hands. “We’re so going to regret introducing them, aren’t we?”

“I already do.”

And then their order was called. Of course Bart was at the counter before any of the rest had even registered it was their order, but Conner and Cassie jumped up to follow and help him carry it.

Sam tried to go help but Tim held out a hand. “They’ve got it, trust me. Having more people will just make it harder for them.”

She still stood, but by the time she turned to help, the others were already returning with hands full of loaded trays. She scowled as she settled back down.

“We would’ve helped,” she said as the others set the food down.

Bart waved her off. “We got it! Sides, most of this is for me, Conner, and Cassie.”

Danny shook his head. “I ordered just as much as you!”

Tucker agreed, “And I ordered almost as much.”

Cassie shrugged as she rooted through bags and grabbed her orders. “Well we got there first. Come on, I’m hungry. Quit arguing and grab your food!”

Danny passed one bag to Sam, “One salad for you.” And a second bag found it’s way in front of Tim. “And a nasty burger for you. You’ll never want to eat a batburger again after this!”

Tim rolled his eyes, but obligingly unwrapped the burger and took a bite. He hummed in appreciation. It really was a solid burger and the sauce was quite good. “I do like it, I’ll give you that. But I still prefer Batburger.”

“Ugh, you’re hopeless!” Turning his back to Tim, Danny addressed the others. “What about you three? Batburger or Nasty Burger?”

Conner shrugged, “This is great, but it’ll always be Batburger for me, too.”

Cassie elbowed him as she finished her bite. “That’s only because you and Tim get midnight burgers there too often and you are mixing up the taste with the memories. These are clearly better.”

Bart had already finished his first burger and was licking his fingers clean. “Yep. These are absolutely better.”

Tim threw an arm around Danny’s shoulders. “Fifty-fifty split! Means we can’t make a decision until you come to Gotham and try one yourself.”

“Oh, that’s what it means, does it? And when do you think I’ll make it to Gotham?”

“Any time you want! You can stay with me. Hell, I’ll even pick you up and bring you there.”

Danny grinned. “If I ever can guarantee a break from ghost attacks, I might take you up on that.”

“Right,” said Sam to Conner. “While they’re flirting”—she expertly ignored Tim and Danny’s spluttered protests—“have you ever tried wearing makeup? I think you’d look killer in eyeliner.”

Meanwhile, Tucker pulled out his PDA and some headphones and started showing a video to Cassie and Bart who shifted to better see the screen.

Tim took a large bite of his burger, unsure what to say to Danny after Sam’s comment.

Danny didn’t seem to have the same reservations and shifted so he could press his shoulder against Tim’s. “Sorry. She and Tuck like to tease me. They’ve been calling you my internet boyfriend for ages.”

That admission made his face heat even more, but Tim tried to shrug it off. “It’s fine.” He knew from Dick that if he continued to protest, everyone would just take it as further confirmation they were right.

Danny shrugged and grabbed another container. Tucker tried to protest, but Danny ignored him. “Here, try a chili cheese fry; they’re great.”

Tim let out a breath and grabbed a fry, getting chili and cheese all over his hands as he did. “Thanks.”

Somehow, the group managed to not get yelled at for an hour as they laughed and joked in the corner booth, but eventually an employee came over to ask if they needed anything else. Danny ordered a milkshake for Jazz, and the group filed out. Night had set in fully while they’d been eating and Tim looked up at the sky. The stars really were much more visible here than in Gotham.

And that was when a large, swirling-green gash opened up in the night sky and dozens of ghosts started pouring through.

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Sam is so going to try and radicalize Conner. Tim is just gonna let it happen. At least this radicalization is better than what he'd been exposed to previously.

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milky-aeons · 3 months

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𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑-𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

౨ৎ . . . following a mission that could have gone perilously wrong, you decided you have had just about enough of DAZAI OSAMU and his manipulative tactics.

warnings: criminal themes, sexual content, arguments, unprofessionalism, swearing, manipulation, emotional dysregulation, pet-names, slight toxic!dazai, power-play, love-biting, female reader, mentions of sociopathy, mdni, w.c 6.2k

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ bloody valentine — machine gun kelly ꒱ ˎˊ-

𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 between you two during the walk back to his agency apartment. Mainly, because you made it your mission to walk at least ten steps ahead of him, stubbornly keeping your eyes fixed forward and hands balled. You couldn't believe him, but the thing was, it was so typical of a man like him that you cursed yourself for being so surprised.

What did you expect? Dazai Osamu was a high-functioning sociopath who didn't take human empathy into consideration when making decisions. There was a brief moment where you tried to make an excuse for him — to give him the benefit of the doubt, even though you knew Dazai only made a decision when certain that he was ten steps ahead.

If you made the different choice during the mission today to stop the train, those people would have lived. He did not gamble dozens of human lives on a split-second decision you would have to make.

He did not lie to you about the severity, the stakes at play.

He did not wager human lives like they were mere toy-things, variables in his grand scheme that always worked out so perfectly.

Only that, he did. He absolutely did.

You were sure to slam the door in his face when you reached the apartment before him to show how angry this had made you. No, anger wasn't the word. It was too shallow and weak. The emotion making your chest physically heavy was akin to devastation. A brother so close to betrayal. You were pacing his sitting room with your hands buried deep in your hair when he came in and closed the door softly.

Scream, strangle him, do something, you pleaded with yourself. But everything was racing and your heartrate was speeding just as fast with emotion, so all you could do was continue pacing and breathing, attempting to keep it from crashing down on you.

You could have let them all die.

How was he so sure you would stop the train?

How could he make a gamble like that, only to hinge it all on you?

"Will you allow me to explain?" His voice cut the tense air from far away. It was like the key pulled from a grenade, enough to make you wrench your hands from your hair and pin him down with a sharp look.

"I should." You hissed. "I should demand an explanation from you and nothing short from it. But the thing is, Dazai — I don't know if I can trust anything coming from your mouth right now."

He didn't like that. There was a dark storm in his eyes. Those intelligent, cold and calculating eyes. You wanted to gouge them from his pretty face.

"Perhaps, it would be better for you to calm down first—"

"Calm down? You've been lying to me this entire time and you have the audacity—!"

"I was not lying."

Shock slapped you hard against your face. You openly balked. "Are you seriously lying to me now, of all times, too?"

Calmly, as if you were the only one having a heated argument, his eyes slipped closed and he sighed.

Sighed.

"It is true that the mission today held a certain level of danger, and that the heart of the plan ultimately teetered on what choice you would make." He spoke quickly before you could combust in emotion at that blatant declaration. "But I don't believe I have ever told you that it did not."

"No. You withheld that it was." There was a sneer to your lips. The words you spoke with were a caustic brew as you began to stalk to him.

"That's the thing with you," Both your hands came up to the side of your face in a squeezing, frustrated gesture. Like you could curl your fists and punch him and his impassive stare. "You keep things from people. It's like you figure everything out and get joy from watching everyone else struggle to do so. The information you keep is how you're so indestructible — to the Agents, the Higher Brass, the Police Force, the fucking Port Mafia, Dazai. It's because you leverage information they don't think you know in times where it benefits you!"

A pause as he stared right at you and didn't even flinch. You wanted to shake him. You wanted to scream.

"Is that what you wanted to do to me?" Such a careful question you asked in a shaky, barely controlled whisper. "Have this information over my head until it benefited you? So you could just use me as some—some sort of—!"

The question was a snap that made him move. Walking forward, devouring the distance with his long legs. Startled, you took a few steps back, but you didn't back down.

"[Name]-chan — Bella," He said evenly. You hated that nickname. You hated how controlling he sounded when you were about to lose it. "Listen to me."

"Don't you dare order me around right now."

His hands lashed out until they gripped the sides of your face. He was forcing your eyes forward, the touch not overly painful but enough to make you snarl at him.

"If you would just—"

Your hands came up and you slapped his from your cheeks. The echo of skin was treacherous to a conversation taking a devastating turn.

"I don't think you understand." You said in a tight, shaky voice. Hysteria was moments away from gripping your heart. "You wagered lives and the safety of others like they were inanimate things—"

"Risks are probable with all calculations, [Name]-chan—"

"But you still lied!" The talent he had for reasoning his way to justice even when he was sorely in the wrong was making heat claw at your face. A searing one of frustration and anger. "You lied to me this whole time and made me believe in you. I could trust you with my life Dazai, and now I find out you've been lying to me about something as important as this!"

Dazai subdued to silence, but never once did he look away from you. Arresting you with his intense stare, like he was figuring out just what words he could say to calm you right down. But you wouldn't let him. For once, you wouldn't be on the receiving end of his manipulation when he was putting all his effort into it.

But what he said next was so unexpected it knocked all the wind out of you.

"I suppose, if we are discussing with-holding things from each other to keep the other safe," It was a smooth murmur as he cast his eyes to the side. "I don't believe you are entirely innocent in that regard either, [Name]-chan."

Your mouth threatened to fall open. He knows. Even though the phone right now is in a cabinet in the bathroom, off and untouched, he knows about the blackmailing texts you have been receiving about him. Knowing you were a co-worker of his, these crooks from the underground threatened his very life lest you co-operated to give him up. Not that you ever would. But you had also declined to tell him about it, taking the issue on yourself, intent to shield you co-worker from harm above all else.

You didn't even have to ask him how, or what he knew. He was Dazai freaking Osamu who leveraged information in times where it benefited him.

One tight swallow and you raised a hand to point at him. "I didn't gamble with lives."

"Yet you gambled with your own~" He shut you down. "Your safety, your wellbeing, all because you believed holding the information to yourself would keep me safe."

Instead of being caught red handed and admitting to it, you felt your lips crack into a grin. Your tongue poked at your cheek and you began nodding your head.

"Alright," Spoken like you were engaged in a battle with him. One of wits and emotions and secrets. "You want to play this game? Share things we keep to ourselves to quote on quote benefit each other? Then explain to me why I also met a lady today who you slept with last week. A damn lawyer on one of our cases, Dazai!"

It made the air drop in temperature, the turn this blow-out was taking. Dazai leaned back and put his hands in his pockets, breathing in a way that told you he knew this conversation was coming. You were not in a relationship, had never been intimate with the brown-haired detective before you, yet would be lying to yourself if you said your feelings for him weren't driving you absolutely fucking insane.

"Truly? What was her name, remind me?"

"Oh, you fucking asshole."

"Such vulgarity, [Name]-chan! Now I'm sure she'd never speak like that~!"

That was a low blow. You wondered if he was trying to hurt you. So you did it right back. Without stopping to think of its consequences.

"So we're deciding to say fuck it to professionalism, then? Fine. I kissed Kunikida-kun."

If atoms could physically freeze in the air, they would have in that moment as Dazai suddenly went still. Statue-still, and you knew you shouldn't have said it when you did. Caught up in a moment where you two butted heads, each of you were getting nowhere with this conversation. But the damage had been done. Slowly, almost perilously, he craned his neck to the side and locked you in place with that stare. The one he had crafted when Mafia-black blood ran hot and thick in his veins. One eyebrow arched.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, you began fearing for your friend's stability in his job. Because who knows what a pissed off Dazai Osamu could do when he was angry. And you knew he was becoming agitated because he looked like he wasn't. Concealing anything with that mask he threw up to deceive everyone but you, who could read how the storm in his eyes took a violent, turbulent turn.

"But why should you care?" You spat at him. "You slept with our client just fine, so what if I kissed someone else on the case? Newsflash, Dazai, but we're not in a relationship and we never fucking will be."

Dazai was eating up the distance between the both of you until your chests barely touched. You were breathing heavy, felt tears threaten to fall down your cheeks. Through it all you noticed that his breaths were shallow and a little quicker, like he was keeping his emotions under check with everything he had in him.

"Stubborn woman." He breathed. "Why don't you see reason?"

You looked into his eyes with as much strength, as much sincerity as you could after an exhausting shouting match with him. Into their bottomless depths. Seas of chocolate and whiskey and so, so guarded. You wanted to reach into his soul and tear his guards down. Make him see your reason.

"Don't lie to me." You shook your head slowly without breaking eye-contact. One single, fat tear rolled down your right cheek against your will. "And I won't have to dig past all of them to find the reason, dammit."

"I told you," He urged in a softer tone. Reaching up, he brushed the tear that he caused against your cheek with a tender touch. Pull away, you said, but hadn't the strength to. "Everything I do or said was to help you along your path, [Name]-chan. I knew, out of all of the agents, that I could rely on you the most."

Is he lying right now? How could you know?

"Why do you have to go about everything in such a round about way?" You asked quietly.

Dazai's hand was hovering in front of where he wiped your cheek. Perhaps he didn't want to touch you as you gave the impression that you didn't want to be touched right now.

Perhaps you're both as bad as each other, sacrificing parts of yourselves and keeping secrets because you thought it'd be for the better.

"What are you looking for?" Dazai asked when you continued to study him.

You shrugged. "An answer."

"To?"

Tears glistened on your lashes as you looked down. Crushed crystals that glittered when you found words. "To why, even after you're such a big pain in my ass to deal with," You took a sharp inhale. "I still can't see myself anywhere but at your side."

He saw an opening to exploit in order to get you to forgive him, probably. That, or you had given him a confirmation he had been seeking right after you told him why would you care if I kiss another man? Because one searching flicker of his eyes across your face and he suddenly swooped in.

At first, you were unwilling to take his kiss — was about to pull away, because he was wrong to think he could manipulate you physically if he couldn't mentally.

"Forgive me," He whispered against your lips softly. "I didn't think keeping it from you could affect you this deeply."

Next, you watched as he tilted his head against yours to touch your foreheads. Maybe it was Dazai's way of showing emotions he had trouble displaying like most humans did. Instead, he attempted to connect your mind with his — that wicked mind that was capable of things humans believed impossible. "I will admit that emotional impact on others is not dominant when I make decisions for a grander picture."

You didn't pull away. At the very least, he was trying to show you an emotional side of him. Remorse, God help him. You could see it in the way he formulated a riddle for you to solve, didn't show any feeling on his face but did something as intimate as tipping your forehead to his and brushing his lips against yours.

Dazai Osamu had the tendencies to do things just because he knew, logically, it was the best thing to do. He promised to keep those people safe on the mission today, you locked eyes with him, and he had done that. Although not in the way he made you believe he would.

"Good." You whispered. "As long as you're aware of how much of a problem you can be."

His chuckle was low and shallow. Dark in a way that told you a lustful side of him was stirring at the proximity of you both, but the sound was a little warmer. Shared between two people attempting to build a steady connection with each other when both their lives had, at some point, been hit with chaos.

And maybe that was why you let him kiss you again. It wasn't an admission of defeat, it wasn't your way of saying you forgave him. But you could accept the fact that you had made the Dazai Osamu find fault in his sociopathic reasonings. He had went as far as to administer an apology, in his own way, and didn't lie to you when you asked him not to. That and the bastard already had his place in your heart. Kissing you with a tenderness and care not typical to him was bound to have you swaying, wanting to believe he was being serious, sincere.

"Don't lie to me again," You said when he pulled away. "Promise me you won't."

"Hmm?" He brought his lips to kiss your cheek. "I don't have a good record with keeping promises."

"Then give me your word."

Give me your word. It brought you both back to when you first met in a shadowed alleyway bar — when he had sought you out for that interesting Ability of yours. Months upon months ago that felt like an aeon. He had told you that his word was something he never broke. And he knew what you were asking, because his whiskey eyes that swam with speckles of stars underneath his pale spotlights flickered to yours.

"Is my word held at such high value?"

"It's how you managed to sway me in that shitty bar to join your group of misfits."

Another hum against your skin. He attempted to attack your neck, probably because he knew that was the area in which you fawned the most.

"Dazai." You warned, and he drew back. "Give me your word that you won't lie to me again." It was nothing short of a final order.

He eyed you for a second. And surprisingly, "You have my word."

It was the finalisation of his apology. Or, the very best you were going to get. In some way, it was also your admission to allow him to kiss you again, as if a reward for being reasonable with you. And he took up his reward by claiming your lips in a kiss that was longer than the last. It was hot and in some way raw, breathing through his nose and slanting his mouth against your own in a lip-lock you were a little overwhelmed by.

His hand came up and dug into your soft hair to cradle your head as he teased your lower lip between his teeth. Unwittingly, you sighed into his mouth and pushed against him. Melding your curves with his lean build and grasping at anything you could ball your hands into. Be it his shirt, his shoulders, sighing deeper each time. A tongue licked at your lips, his hands were locked on your hips with a searing message, everything he was doing right now was oddly rushed and coming at you all at once. As if to prove something. To translate a message.

"Tell me," He rasped in a throaty voice. "When was it that you shared such an intimacy with Kunikida-kun~?"

Oh, you should have known. But instead, you contested him. Your hands came up to bury into his deep hair and you played his own game.

"How about," Your lips attacked his face, barely getting any words in as you attempted to prove your own point. "You tell me when you decided sleeping with some random lawyer was a good idea?"

Both of you began breathing a little shallower, a little more urgent with need. Perhaps the need was on your part mostly, but there was an uncoordinated jerkiness to the way Dazai began tugging at his coat sleeves. As if he was slipping out of control. You were helping with your own messy movements to push off his coat when he asked a lawyer? with a tremor of amusement.

"That woman. The one last week. On our case." Smooth warmth underneath his shirt when your palms glided down his shoulders. Why were you both so hot?

"Ah," He helped you shrug his jacket to the ground. It fell with a heavy sound. "She was a lawyer, wasn't she~?"

"Sophisticated, beautiful, the whole package. You just couldn't resist, could you?"

Dazai, when free of his coat, reached up to gently undo your blouse. One button at a time, and you allowed him to. Your chest heaving, his fingers warm.

"Well," His eyes were locked on the skin you've never shown him as it became increasingly visible the more buttons he popped. Leaning in with hooded eyes, his voice was a dark and sinful whisper against your skin. "If you must know," A searing kiss to your temple. "I didn't think she was that sophisticated. But she was beautiful," Your cheek. "Beautiful, because she reminded me of you."

Your heart, which was busy slamming against your ribcage, stuttered for a second. Dazai was teasing your face with his mouth and almost done your blouse when he sent pleasure shooting down to your core with mere words;

"And I, poor little I, finished before her. Because in my head, it wasn't her that I was fucking underneath me."

And then he kissed you. Hard and messy and unlike his calculating nature. Using his tongue to lick at your teeth and send you moaning into his mouth, there was a passion in the way he intensified the kiss. Your blouse was open now, and you couldn't help the subconscious aged fear that was always there due to insecurity when he splayed his fingers on your abdomen. As if sensing your apprehension, he didn't look down, kept kissing you with such a wild fever that was driving you near senseless.

You felt his palms scrape your sensitive skin on your torso with coarse bandages. An almost welcome feeling unique to him alone. They lightly tickled your skin, eliciting a shiver, a reminder that this was real. That you were ravaging Dazai Osamu in the heat of a moment that was so intense you thought you would burn.

Your breathing hitched when his hands smoothened across your sensitive ribs to palm your breasts through your bra. Your skin was tight with anticipation, pulled taut over your body that he massaged — making you arch into him. A moan, startled and raw, ripped from your throat. He chuckled, increasing the pressure of his rough palms over your skin, pleased he was the one making you feel this way and no one else.

You decided to give him the peace of mind he wanted.

"He kissed me," You told him when both of you broke for air. "Kunikida— before our Christmas Party. He kissed me, beforehand."

"My, my. Such a passionate Idealist." Dazai commented with an edge to his voice.

"Would you like to know what I thought of when he did?"

His palms were inching around to the small of your back. "Do tell." Was all he said. Slowly, dark as the colour of his dilated eyes.

"You."

Pull, he hauled you against him when you let the word fall from your mouth.

Skin on the fabric of his shirt, your skirt the only thing between you and the obvious readiness of him that was an unbearable pressure between your legs. It was a point where words were not needed anymore. Instead, you kissed him with as much neediness you convinced yourself he showed you — your fingers fluttering against his waistcoat to get the infernal thing off. Because right now there was a wild, strange thing so powerful it must have been held back for too long fluttering in your chest. It wanted nothing more than to feel him, see what he hid under his clothes, bite at his skin until no other woman touched him.

He helped you, with a laugh of course, until you were now making clumsy work of his shirt. Clumsy, because he was placing provocative open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive column of your neck and threatening you to your very knees.

You shrugged his shirt off his shoulders after a second and took a step back to look at him. Truthfully, you didn't exactly know what it was that you were expecting to find under all his clothes, or to what extent his bandages ran. Although you weren't very surprised to find that his abdomen and chest had a layer of bandages just like his neck and arms, but sparser and less covered up. It allowed the pale skin of his chest to catch your eyes, and his own scars that snaked between cloth that didn't cover them.

Scars.

One careful, hesitant step forward with your eyes locked on skin you've never seen before, and you reached out. First you trailed a curious finger against the lithe muscle of his stomach that flexed at your touch. Then, you placed your entire palm flat against his warm skin and glided it up to his chest. It was rising and falling quickly when you did, shallow breaths of anticipation that quite matched your own.

His eyes were a blaze of molten coffee when you looked up at him.

"Are you a tempting siren?" He asked you. Your colleague who could drown you, but at that point, all you could think about was the heat punching you from his body and the desperate ache between your legs.

So for once in your life, you decided that a risky answer was better than overthinking. Your tongue jutted out to your bottom lip and you answered him honestly.

"If we were still in that bar," You said in a small, wanton croak. "And you asked me again if I should come home with you. I'd say — yes."

Dazai went for you.

He was kissing you the moment you gave him the permission he was searching for. You felt his fingers skating up the side of your legs and under your skirt until he teased one god-awful touch against the damp fabric of your underwear. A jolt of pleasure exploded through you and you reached behind to get the skirt off, desperate for more. Fabric fell to the floor with a heavy thud and you bore down onto his fingers with no shame, no resolve except to give into him and all his sinful talents. Hooking your leg up and around his waist as he worked his touch up and down, hiking your pleasure to high points only he could find.

You hummed and kissed him deeply, encouraging and urgent. If anything, your responses were fuelling that male ego he had about him. Every time your moans became that bit higher, he'd have the spot that did such a thing to you memorised, and he's hit it again. And again, and again, until you were rocking into the palm of his hand through your soaked underwear and whispering his name like a lost prayer.

Fuck—Fuck, he was too good at this. He was—!

He curled his fingers just right and you swore.

The winding in your gut snapped in an intense wave of climaxing pleasure so sudden it caught you unawares. You moaned a sound that could have been a scream, it was so overwhelming. All your sighs and shouts were lost in his mouth, and to show your gratitude, you kept tugging and scraping at his hair. Perhaps it unfurled the last seams of his control; your moans, your scent and your tugging you would fantasize he liked. Because he hooked your other leg up and around his waist with no warnings until he held you up against his body.

"You'll drop me, you idiot." You giggled deliriously. Dazai was walking you to the nearest upstanding object to trap you against. In this case, it was his bookshelf.

"I'd never drop you, beautiful Bella~"

You lapped at the skin of his neck, just below his ear. Possessed by some intense, primal part of you, your teeth sank into his neck and you sucked just enough to leave a bruise. The bookshelf rattled when Dazai locked you against it, and you could feel how he ground his jaw in rigid control when you marked him in such a possessive way. No woman, clearly, had ever placed intimate bruises on his body, and you were happy to be the first. That and, your teasing and tasting only looked to charge Dazai more with that same insatiable need to take you here and now.

Without any questions asked but a mutual understanding hanging in the charged air that this was well overdue, he reached down to remove his own pants. When he did, he repositioned himself so he could angle you better with his body.

His head bowed in front of your black bra decorated with notes of lace and he bit down on one of your stiff nipples through the fabric. The shock and pain that quickly raced into pleasure soured through your blood, making you wrap your hands around his head and push your chest against his face proactively. He kept toying with your nipple between his teeth through the black fabric, truly a man who knew all the pressure points to drive a woman wild.

It was through delirious pleasure, but you were at an angle where you could shift your hips to press on the rigid outline of his length with your damp, aching core. Dazai's lips stilled on your chest when you rubbed your heat against him; a provocative tease up and down that had you receiving a punishing nip on your clavicle. A bruise of his own, you'd find out, but not in that moment. Not when you gave one final roll of your hips against his and your colleague's unfurling control wore too thin.

His hands came down to pull your underwear off you while he still kept you pinned up against a bookshelf. Through it all, he never let his bottomless gaze falter from our face. Not once. Not even when he had to free himself from his last piece of clothing and take measures of protection. The way he looked at you, like a treat he'd been saving for a very long time, was enough to have another knot of pleasure coiling in your gut.

"Are you ready?" He asked you.

You nodded. "For a while."

"Such a tease~"

And then, with his warm hands on your hips did he guide himself into your entrance. It was slow at first, tasting you almost, but the moment he edged the tip of himself into your damp, twitching heat did he snap his last thread of self control and thrust long and deep. You cried out in ecstasy, and he dropped his head into your shoulder with a broken sound of overdue pleasure, bracing a hand on the shelf behind.

You breathed out shakily, running your hands through his wild hair to communicate that you were comfortable for him to move.

He drew out, and slammed right back into you — the depth of him this time making little white stars appear at the sides of your vision. There was no patience, no savouring on Dazai's part as he kept a heavy rhythm of thrusting into you until the bookshelf was rattling with your movements, some falling to the ground. He was devouring you, taking from you a pleasure he'd denied himself for so long because you were unwilling to give it to him.

And you regretted not doing it sooner. Because the way he felt sliding in and out of you, the way you connected that felt so unfathomably perfect—

"Could anyone else do this for you?" His voice was heavy with panting in your ear. You were too high to scold him on the blatant controlling way he said the words; "Hm? Could any other person," A particularly heavy push of his hips into you that made your mouth fall open silently. "Make you feel this way?"

Caught in your daze, you shook your head. It was the truth, of course. But you also didn't lose all of your wit.

You locked your ankles together at the dip of his back and took his face in both hands. "Could your lawyer make you… act so… wild?"

"Wild? Me?" His voice broke in a thick laugh as his thrusting became sharper and faster. Your back kept hitting the shelves behind with every one, but your hands stayed against his cheeks so as you could see him in the height of pleasure you caused. That beautiful face of his sheaning a little with exertion smirked. "I'm not wild for anyone, [Name]-chan."

"Then fucking put me down." You teased with a dazed smile of your own.

"Not a chance~"

His smooth, deep thrusts became slightly more jerky when you were just about to topple over the edge — but you wanted to take him with you, so you resisted for as much as you could. His mouth bit down against the side of your neck and he gave one, two, three long rocks of his hips before he was groaning agonisingly deep against your skin.

The very sound was enough. Your walls clenched around him and you too, hit a climax like no other. One that made you feel like a star — imploding in such a dazzling light show as you fisted at his hair and arched your body backwards. Or a mirror, magnificent in its beauty that he cracked into a trillion tiny pieces. Each fragment reflecting how you held onto him and cried his name out loud and desperately, like the world was ending and he was your very last salvation.

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai bsd #dazai x reader #the evil deed is done #i love this man a lot #but i just know he's an absolute pain in the ass #🪄— milky writes #💓 — thump

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Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant

Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3

Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.

(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)

Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic

Words: 2k

SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.

Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.

In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.

Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.

You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.

Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.

You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.

And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.

It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.

He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.

“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.

“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”

He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.

“Job hunting, again.”

“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”

“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”

“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”

He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.

“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”

“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”

Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.

You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...

He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.

“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”

“Yes!”

You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.

You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”

He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.

You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.

Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.

You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.

“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.

He let out a long, shuttered breath.

“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”

“Oh course..”

“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.

“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”

He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.

“That's it, good boy..”

Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.

You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.

Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.

Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.

You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.

Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.

“Open.”

For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.

The effects it had on you were innumerable.

You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.

You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.

The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.

“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”

He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”

You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”

He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.

Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.

Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.

Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.

“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.

Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.

He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.

Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.

You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.

You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.

He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.

“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”

You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.

You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.

Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.

“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”

Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.

“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”

#x male reader #male reader #male!reader #kinktober #male s/o #x male!reader #kinktober 2023 #steven grant x male reader #steven grant x male!reader

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luxu1230 · 1 month

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Top Gun Shape shifter au!!

So everything is practically the same except the human population can transform into animals however they are exceptions called the Unshift. However the only modern documented animal shifters are land and sea animals not any animal which could fly.

They've been cave drawings and carvings of those who could shift and fly and all seem to worship these people who had that gift. Paintings of flying shifters surrounded by guards and seemingly living lives of luxury surrounded by people who seemed to bow to their every need. As well as paintings of them looking after the young.

Humans typically shift between the ages of 3 up to the age of 18 and while not legally required to tell your shift to the government to join the military you have to. Also shifts are random so two canine shifters could have a child but they could be a feline shifter instead.

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Jake Seresin's family wasn't the best with two parents and an older sister who was 20 by the time he was born. He could clearly see he was a child born to try and fix a relationship and well that never worked.

He had a sister who tried to be there for him but she was off trying to get away from home (not that he knew that) by taking as many scholarship classes as she could at the nearest college then university. After she finished she never looked back and he still resented her for leaving him (he missed her fluffy golden coat which would warm him on nights when she was allowed to shift).

His parents weren't good. They would always argue resulting in him just exploring the wilderness until nightfall just to get away. They were both shifters but they hated doing it and would always complain when his sister shifted (He didn't realise they had to. Not unless... Not unless....)

Growing up in the middle of nowhere meant he had not much access to the outside world and while his mother homeschooled him in only the basics she never said or taught him much more than that the only time he could grow his education was every time his sister came home from university. He would steal his sister's books and read them searching for more knowledge.

That's how he found out he was never gonna tell anyone what he could shift into and swore off shifting and all he must be a freak to be able to fly. (It nearly cost him his life).

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Pete could count on one hand the people he had trusted his shift to his husband Tom, Slider, Goose, Carol and Bradley. He wasn't afraid of his shift and he never knows what would happen if he was to tell the world of his shift. He was a blackbird and he could fly

The one thing he had always wanted to do and he doesn't even need a plane to have his own wings. Though that may never have happened if he fell to the sickness.

He was lucky Tom saved him and educated him as a child bouncing from foster home to foster home his CPS worker had always told him not to shift for if he was to shift he would never be loved and so he didn't though that never stopped him telling Goose his shift (though he never saw the sickness coming did it).

The sickness came on suddenly and it wasn't until he was seizing on the floor that Tom had finally found out what was wrong. He had managed to force a shift out of him and he suddenly felt so much pressure and pain release from him. He had dropped for a week and he had come back to being in a nest of blankets on their bed with Tom curled round him in his wolf form.

It's not until then he learns that a shifter must shift to live otherwise the animal inside starts rejecting its host thus resulting in shifters dying. He tells him how lucky he was to survive this long without shifting and that what he shifts into doesn't matter and that he should have been worshipped for his form rather than told to hide it.

It's not until years later that he sees the sickness again and he realises how he's not as alone in his shift than he thought.

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It was after the mission. A couple of months past it at this point. The daggers were a permanent squad and Bradley and Jake were finally a thing.

They'd just finished a hop and Pete had noticed how out of it that Jake was. It wasn't until he heard a commotion and turned around to see Jake seizing on the floor to realise what he was seeing and how it seemed to be a reflection of the past. His instincts took over and he grabbed Jake and ran ignoring the shouting behind him asking where he was going and what he was doing.

He ran to Tom and explained what was going on he forced the shift and they both couldn't help but feel devastated as they saw the state of the golden eagle in front of them. It was thin and its feathers were so out of line that it looked like it had been attacked and clawed at. It chirped was so quiet as it drifted off to unconsciousness. Pete grabbed the throw on Tom's chair and wrapped the eagle up. They took him home and did the same they did all those years ago but this time Bradley was there to help when he found out what was going on.

It wasn't until later that they found Jake hadn't shifted since he was 9 years old. He explained his upbringing and Pete couldn't help but hold him over the shared experience. Though Pete knew that Jake wouldn't have to go through this alone after all he had them now.

Jake's form.

Pete's form.

#top gun maverick #top gun #icemav #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #jake hangman seresin #fanfiction prompts #tom iceman kazansky #hangster #shifters #headcanon #luxu1230

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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Jerry headcanon: as a girlfriend

Female!mafia!yandere x reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual behavior, murder, gun, manipulation, a little angst, jealousy ... black cat behavior :)

Jerry is a very sarcastic, cold hearted individual who doesn't care about anything — except you.

She will never actually let you know how she feels because of her massive pride/ego, but you'll know.

Jerry is the leader in the relationship and you should just be glad you're coming along for the ride.

Jerry shows love in her own way, example marking you, showing you off or letting you see her vulnerable. You're the only person who sees her off duty as her real self — she doesn't give that trust to just anyone.

If you're sad, she'll let you cry into her shoulder while she holds you in silence and you might find small gifts for you here and there to cheer you up, but Jerry swears she hasn't got them for you she did

If you say you like something, she will buy the entire stock but swear that she only bought them because they were on sale they weren't

You might be brought along on her missions or meetings, and she'll keep you close nearby and give you a coloring book to keep you occupied.

Jerry is quite sexual, both in her humor and her demeanor, but she'll only have eyes for you and never do something you weren't comfortable with — wouldn't even try to convince you if you were against it.

No one is allowed to make fun of you, but her and the one that try will be paying dearly, Jerry is a ruthless killer.

If you cuddle up to her, she'll either pretend to be disgusted or mock you, but the second you fall asleep or look the other way, she'll smile and pat your head in a lovingly manner.

Big spoon, hates to be held and babied. That's her job to do to you.

Jerry will do everything you want, even if she complains, she doesn't mind doing it.

If you're scared, she'll lock her arms around you, distract you with kisses wherever she can reach and tell you stupid stories to make you laugh.

Jerry doesn't keep you locked in her bedroom, she has people watching you (both visible and hidden) and trusts you enough to let you have freedom — she'll even teach you how to shoot a gun and fight to make sure you protect yourself.

Absolutely loves the feeling of you seeking comfort or safety in her arms. She feels so important and cocky when everyone sees you reaching out for her.

Fills your head up with the idea of how you're only safe with her, how the world wants to break your pretty, little mind and how Jerry is the only one that can help you.

Jerry isn't massively jealous, she trusts you ... but if someone doesn't take your 'no' for an answer (or if you go along) , she'll step in and make sure the other person knows you're taken.

When she's mad at you, she'll let you know every single thing you've done wrong in your life until you start to cry ... then she'll regret everything. She'll run off and damn herself for being stupid, but she won't be able to bring herself to apologize to you.

She has tattoos inspired by you to make sure you're with her at all times.

In conclusion: Jerry is your average black cat girlfriend who will kill to make sure you're happy.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere mafia #yandere oc x you #yandere talks #yandere ocs x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere girl #yandere female #yandere headcanon #yandere drabble

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gyupinkys · 1 year

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VENOM- PART 1

a/n- I decided to split this is two because it's very long. I hope you enjoy!!

s.coups x dino x mingyu x the8 x afab reader

WARNINGS- MURDER, BLOOD, GUNS, GORE, unprotected sex, choking, oral, fingering, spit play, degradation (slut, whore), mirror sex, and hao being a bit weird but trust me it's hot.

WORD COUNT: 6.8K

You should’ve listened to Yeji when she told you to wear a jacket. The crisp night air is eating away at your face as a strong breeze flows through the edge of the forest where you sit. Before you is arguably one of the biggest houses you’ve seen. What's with men and having awful design taste? Do they think having a big house makes up for what they lack in dick size?

“No way this loser uses every room in this house” you say to Yeji through your earpiece.

“Y/N focus on your task and stop judging his design taste”

“Fine” you say with an eye roll. As you examine the fortress in front of you, you become suspicious. Where is his security? There are usually guards on rotation guarding his house every night. You purse your lips in thought.

“Yeji, where are the guards?”

“They seem to be switching shifts. I say you use this as your chance to enter. Go through the second floor window, Lia said she left it cracked for you.”

You stay light on your feet as you pace to the backyard of the house. You realize the window is much higher than you anticipated. You whine to yourself, you just got a fresh set of nails and now you're risking one of them being ripped off while trying to scale this wall. You grip onto the ledge of the window in front of you and pull yourself up.

“God, I need to work out more” you say to yourself feeling the burn in your arms as you finally manage to throw yourself into the second floor window. You land with a thud on your side and take a second to catch your breath.

“Y/n get up, you need to get on the move”

You get up and look around the room. It looks like this is a bathroom. You open the door leading you into a giant bedroom. There’s nothing but a bed with no sheets in the center of the room. You open the door you assume will lead you to the hallway and look both ways before you emerge. You head to the left knowing that’s where your target’s room is. You’ve been paid 5 million dollars to assassinate “Kim LeeSeok”. Your employer didn’t give many details about him, only that he’s involved in shady business and a lot of people want him dead. You don’t ask questions but you always get the job done.

You enter the third door on the left which, according to lia, is his bedroom. Lia got a job as his maid last week in order to scope out his house for you. You quietly enter his room and see him fast asleep. Well this should be easy. You quickly walk to the side of his bed and make sure your silencer is on your gun.

“Yeji, turn the camera on”.

Your clients require a video as proof of a job well done. They would hate to spend so much money just for the hit to not go through. As you press the pistol to his head you hear his bedroom window open. You quickly look up to see a slim man with a head full of bright red hair pull himself through.

“Jeonghan I’m in,” he says in a quiet voice.

You look at him bewildered. What the fuck is happening? You point your gun at him as he looks at you. He looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“Who are you?” this mystery man whisper shouts.

“Who am I? Who are you?”

You don’t know what to do but Mr. Kim is beginning to wake up, so you point your gun at him. As you're about to pull the trigger you are tackled to the ground. You look at him with an incredulous look.You quickly flip him over and wrap your hands around his neck.

“Get off of me” he growls.

“You literally attacked me first! why the fuck should I get off of you?”

“I need to kill him before he wakes up, so if you’d excuse me” he says as he throws you off of him and jumps to his feet.

He pulls out his own gun and pulls the trigger but you hit his arm so the bullet hits Mr. Kim's bedside lamp. This wakes him up and he shoots up into a sitting position. You both aim your guns at him and fire before he can say a word. Two bullet holes sit in the middle of his head as he falls flat onto his back.

“WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT HIM? HES MY HIT” the red hair man yells.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S YOURS? HE’S ACTUALLY MINE” you yell back.

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?”

“YOU STARTED IT”

Both of you turn to the door as you hear multiple footsteps coming towards the room you're in. You both run to the window, pushing each other to try to stop the other from escaping first.

You jump through the window at the same time, as Mr.Kim’s security burst through his door finding him lying in a pool of his own blood. You land in the tree outside his window and climb down. You run to the left and the red-haired man runs to the right. Both of you turn to get a good look at each other before disappearing into the forest.

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You open the door to your apartment to a confused Yeji and Lia.

“So… what the fuck happened?”

“I have no idea who that guy is but he said Kim was his hit? I thought only one person could be assigned a hit at once? Maybe there was a glitch in the system?”

“Maybe” says Lia, “But who's going to get paid? You both shot him at the same time?”

“Oh fuck”, you reply. You rewatch the video and see that your bullets hit at the exact same time.

“What now?” you ask.

“I have no idea,” says Yeji.

A similar conversation was taking place on the other side of the city.

“What do you mean she was just standing there? Did you not clear the room first” Seungcheol growls at Minghao.

“Dude, I was nervous! You try breaking into a house while dodging 12 armed guards.”

“Cheol I told you to send me instead I knew Hao would fuck up” Mingyu says from his spot across the table. Everyone turns to look at him with a disapproving look.

“Mingyu you can’t even walk outside without being struck by lightning and sucked into a black hole. With your luck you would be shot before you even step foot in the house.” Minghao says in a deadpan tone.

“That's not true,” Mingyu says with a pout.

“Anyways, do any of you recognize this chick?” jeonghan says while everyone looks at hao’s recording on the projector.

“No, but I’m sure we can find her,” Wonwoo says as he pulls out his laptop.

“Well if you find her let me know, that's all for tonight” Cheol says and the group disperses.

Cheol sits down and sighs. As much as he loves these guys they sure do fuck everything up. He’s worked so hard to build a name for SVT in the mafia world and the last thing he needs is some bitch fucking things up. SVT killing Kim LeeSeok would’ve secured their place in the hierarchy but now you ruined everything. He rewatches the video and notes that you seem familiar. He pulls up his files of people of interest and finds an image of a woman who looks similar to you leaving one of the clubs he owns. He sends Wonwoo what he found and heads to bed for the night.

The next morning Wonwoo tells the group that there's literally no trace of you.

“There’s no name, no pictures besides the blurry one Cheol has, and I've asked around, no one knows who she is.”

“Maybe she’s not real and hao made her up” Hoshi says in a serious voice.

“Soonyoung we literally have a video of her” Dino says with a frown on his face.

“Oh yeah” Hoshi says with a giggle.

“Anyways, Chan and Seungkwan, why don’t you two go to the club we saw her at tonight. I wanna know what she was doing at Kim’s house last night.”

“Why do I have to go with Chan? Why can’t Vernon and I go.”

“Because you will get nothing done.” Cheol says.

“CHAN AND I WILL GET NOTHING DONE IF WE ARGUE THE WHOLE TIME”

“I already made up my mind seungkwan, you two are going”

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The man under you grabs your hips too tightly and his hot breath stinks. You’re currently in the vip room of some club downtown.You were paid 500k to kill this loser, you normally don't take jobs for such little but you figured you might as well, nothing beats easy money.

The man’s hands slide up to your ass and you decide you’ve had enough of this. You get off of him and stand behind the chair he’s sitting in, he probably thinks he’s about to get some kind of strip tease but, oh, does he have another thing coming. You pull your blade out from your bra and slide it across the man's neck. Yes, it's a messy death but it’s not your job to clean up anyways. You drop the knife on the floor, it’ll be a nice gift for the police when they come.

You leave the room looking as flawless as you did when you entered. You leave the club through the back door without a trace.

“Yeji, I'm out, you can turn the security camera’s back on.”

As you begin walking down the alley you hear commotion behind you. You dart to hide behind the nearest dumpster, doing your best to ignore the foul smell.

“Seungkwan I promise, I saw her in the club I know she left through here.”

“Well where the fuck is she, chan?”

“MAYBE IF YOU MOVED FASTER WE WOULD'VE CAUGHT HER”

You smirk to yourself at their almost couple like arguing. You peek around the dumpster to get a peek at their faces. In the process a giant cockroach emerges from your left making you yelp. This captures the attention of the two men and you realize you’re fucked. They begin to walk towards you and you decide to make a run for it. You run and hear their footsteps behind you.

“I TOLD YOU I SAW HER DICKHEAD”

You look behind your shoulder and somehow collide into a wall. Since when was there a wall in front of you? You look up from the floor and are faced with undeniably the hottest man you’ve seen in your life. He’s basically a bean pole, he must be at least 6’2 with giant muscles and wavy dark brown hair. He flashes you a smile and you notice his vampire-like fangs. He easily picks you up and holds your hands behind your back. He pulls you to his chest and leans down to speak into your ear.

“Sorry about that doll, you should really watch where you’re going”

You roll your eyes at his cockiness and kick your leg straight into his balls making him hunch over and fall to the ground. The two men in front of you are stunned and you take this as an opportunity to punch, who you now know as Dino, square in the jaw. He looks at you with wide eyes clutching his face. You look over to the blonde man, Seungkwan, who holds his hands up in defeat.

“I really can’t deal with a broken nose, you win this one”

You smile at him and turn around. The giant looks like a kicked puppy pouting at you. You step around him and begin walking away.

“I’m sure I’ll see you later boys. You might want to take care of the issue is vip room #4” you say as you sprint away.

Seungcheol says nothing as he looks at Mingyu, Dino, and Seungkwan sitting in front of him, all their heads hung in shame.

“Explain” he says to no one in particular. All three start talking at the same time, making him sigh.

“OK, Seungkwan what happened”

“I told chan I saw her, but he didn’t believe me-”

“YOU’RE JUST GONNA LIE TO HIS FACE? Hyung, you have to believe me. It's the opposite, he was too busy dancing to Girl’s Generation to follow after her. In the alley behind the club she ran into Mingyu, and completely bodied him, like I would honestly be shocked if his dick still works, and you should've seen him on the floor whining like a baby “omg my balls, why would you do that” it was hilarious-”

“Let’s not skip you crying after she punched you, hyung he was complaining the whole time “omg seungkwan is my nose crooked? I can’t pull any girls with a broken nose, talk about cock block” it was pathetic.”

Cheol was honestly amused, “Why did Seungkwan walk away scotch free?”

“She took one look at this adorable face and decided to leave me alone”

This made the other three roll their eyes and Chan suppressed a laugh. Cheol sighed and asked if they completed their one task. Mingyu smirked and pulled out his phone. The tracker he slipped in your back pocket was on and showed your exact location. Cheol grabs his phone and furrows his eyebrows

“It says she’s been in a Mcdonalds for the last 6 hours”

“Maybe she’s really hungry,” Chan says.

“She took the tracker off idiot” Mingyu says as he smacks the back of Dino’s head.

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“Mrs. Choi, I’m stuffed, I really can’t eat anymore.” you sigh as you sit back in your seat.

“Y/N , you really need to take care of yourself, stop with all this shady business” she says from her spot in the kitchen.

“I know, Mrs. Choi, I promise I’ll stop soon”

“You know if you're interested, my son is very single.”

At this you laugh. The last thing you need is a relationship, men only hold you back and ruin your life. Maybe that's the daddy issues speaking, but as for now you’ve completely crossed off men.

“I’ll keep that in mind Mrs.Choi” you say with a smile.

“Here, he just sent me some more pictures of him and his friends”, She sits down next to you and hands you her phone. You see the familiar face of Choi Seungcheol with a group of people. As you examine each person your smile drops. What the fuck is seungkwan, dino, and that big dude doing with Mrs. Choi’s son? You look at her bewildered, afraid to say anything and unsure of what she knows.

“Why are you giving me that face? Don’t tell me you think he’s ugly”

“Who is this big guy on the left?”

“Ohhh i see you have taste” she says with a smirk. “That’s Mingyu, a real gentle giant. The sweetest man you will ever meet. But I’m sure he can put it down in bed” she ends with a wink.

You gasp. “Mrs. Choi STOP”

“I’m just saying what you’re thinking”

“You know what Mrs. Choi, I think I’ve had a change of heart, set me up with Seungcheol.”

“Mom, I’m not going on a date with this girl I don’t care how pretty she is”

“Choi Seungcheol, Do you want to make your mother unhappy? I'm waiting for grandbabies and all you're doing is fooling around with those friends of yours. I showed her a picture of you and guess who she had her eye on? MINGYU! I know you don't want to lose her to Mingyu.”

Cheol squints his eyes at his mother in frustration. “Fine” he says with an eye roll. “What’s her name?”

“Y/N” she says with a smile.

A few days later Cheol walks into a fancy italian restaurant downtown, he requested a VIP room because he couldn’t be bothered to deal with cringe couples fucking eachother with their eyes two feet from him. He takes a seat and checks the time. He was already a fashionable 15 minutes late, yet you're not here. Ten minutes later and he thinks you're just not gonna show up. Joshua’s gonna give him so much shit. As he’s about to get up to leave you walk in with the tightest black dress he’s ever seen. The middle is a lacy corset exposing your torso and your tits look incredible. Cheol loves to deny he's an ass man but when you turn around to hang up your jacket he can’t help but stare. His awe of your outfit quickly dissipates as he registers your face. He immediately pulls out his gun pointing at you.

“Well this is no way to treat a lady”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m supposed to be on a date with a “nice young man with a promising future” as your mother so kindly put it but here you are pointing a gun at me.”

“How the fuck do you know my mom?”

“Mrs. Choi and I have been neighbors for the past four months. Maybe if you visited your mother more you would know”

He looks at you with contempt, but lowers his gun when he realizes you aren’t scared.

“Now, Cheolie, why were your little friends after me? Seungkwan, Dino, and Mingyu”

“How do you know their names?”

“They weren’t very quiet when yelling at each other and your mom told me all thirteen of your boys' names. The red hair one, I remember him; Minghao really suits him don’t you think? If all things go bad here, maybe you can give me his number. From the way we fought I can tell he has good stamina” you say with a wink.

Cheol furrows his eyebrows and you can feel how tense he is. “C'mon babe don’t be so mad” you say with a smile, placing your hand over his own. He retracts his hand and looks you dead in the eye.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know about you, but I came here for a date, and maybe a little something else after. You are a very attractive man”

This somehow makes him even more mad but the waiter comes over and interrupts.

“You guys are a beautiful couple,” he says with a smile. “What can I get you tonight?”

“I’ll take whatever your most expensive item is and a glass of red wine. My lovely boyfriend here is a big spender.” you say looking Cheol dead in the eye.

“I’ll take the same, and can you give us a second alone here? My girlfriend here needs to suck me off to repay me for this meal” Cheol says with the most charming smile as your mouth falls agape. He slides the waiter $500 for his silence and looks over to you.

“Babe, save that for later” Cheol says and you immediately close your mouth. The waiter looks extremely confused and quickly leaves saying he’ll bring your food in 20 minutes.

“You can bring it quicker if you want, Cheolie here doesn’t last longer than a minute” you say with a smile as the waiter closes the door.

“You’re a bitch”

“Oh degrade me some more daddy” you say as you pull out your phone and snap a picture of him. He watches you type away on your phone and you turn it towards him. Your messages are open to a contact titled “Mrs. Choi” and he sees you sent her the picture of him with a message under that reads:

“Hi Mrs. Choi, I just arrived and not only has Cheol called me a bitch but he tried to push me into oncoming traffic, hit me over the head with this wine bottle, but he also tried to shoot me. You never mentioned Cheol was psychotic”

“LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ISSUE” Cheol whisper yells at you.

“There's not one lie in that text, I know you thought of doing all those things to me.”

“I thought of doing a whole lot of other things to you, but now none of that will happen because my mom is going to call me and lecture me-”

His phone begins ringing in his pocket and he looks like a child who was just scolded.

Before his mom could even say a word he started, “Mom, she's a liar. As soon as I walked into the restaurant she started telling people I have chlamydia and they should stay away from me. Then she started cutting her toenails at the table and making the waiter clean it up, i’m telling you this girl has no home training, and to top it off she smells like she hasn’t showered in two weeks”

You gasp. “Mrs. Choi , you know I would never”

“I know sweetie, I don’t know why Cheol would make up such horrid things about you” you hear her say through the phone.

“MOM YOU'RE BELIEVING HER OVER ME? SHE SAID I TRIED TO SHOOT HER I’VE NEVER SEEN A GUN IN REAL LIFE” he says. You both look down at the gun sitting on the table and then back at each other.

“It sounds like you two are enjoying eachothers company, I’ll leave you to it” she says and hangs up.

You two look at each other and the room is silent. You don’t want to be the one to crack first, but you can feel the tears in your eyes and your attempt to not laugh. He’s doing no better, his whole face is turning red. Luckily, the waiter returns and places the food on the table completely ignoring the gun. He immediately leaves without looking at either of you.

You both begin to eat in silence, glancing up to look at each other every few bites.

“So…” you say at the same time.

“The weathers nice,” he says.

“Cheol, do you want to-” your phone getting a text message interrupts you. As you unlock your phone you see it’s from an unknown number. That's weird, usually your clients go through Yeji and she relays the info to you. You open the message to see your full name, date of birth, one of your many addresses, and a picture of you and Cheol. You immediately turn around but obviously no one is here, so how did this person get this picture? Cheol looks concerned and then his face falls. You assume he received the same message.

“We gotta get out of here” he says.

You both get up and he throws a stack of money on the table.

“How did you get here?” he asks.

“I walked”

“Of course you did,” he sighs. “Get in the car”

He unlocks his black sports car, which you can’t tell if it's a lambo or a porsche you're not good with cars. He calls someone as he quickly pulls off.

“Jihoon, someone is following me, send the guards to throw off their trail”

“Got it” the man on the other line says and hangs up.

“You should wear your seatbelt Cheol” you say as you turn to look out the window. He gives you a disbelieving look. “We have bigger problems than my seatbelt” he says but he indeed does put his seatbelt on.

“Where are we going?” you ask him, still staring at the buildings flying past you. silence.

“OK” you sigh and slump in your seat.

“You're not afraid I’ll kill you?” he says as glances at you with a smirk.

“Your mom knows you're with me, she’ll never forgive you if i'm not returned home safe and sound.” You say with a smug face.

“Touchè"

His center console begins ringing and he presses a button to answer. The same man from last time speaks, “They said no one is following you, I checked the security cameras from the streets around you and I see nothing suspicious and no one is tracking you but us. Just turn your phone off before you get to the house; I’ll deal with it when you get here” He says and hangs up.

“He seems very monotone,” you say as you turn to look at him.

“He is”

Cheol is a very, very, handsome man. Despite him acting like a child his strong jawline and gummy smile make your panties wet while melting your heart. He is one dangerous man.

You guys pull up to a giant apartment building in the center of the city. He drives through a private garage and parks amongst many luxury cars.You get out the car and begin walking.

“Are these all yours?” you ask?

“Some, but the most are the other guys”

“Other guys? You mean those friends of yours”

“Yea”

This stops you in your tracks. “You mean to tell me you live with those losers?” you say trying to suppress a laugh.

He turns around, slightly offended. “They are not losers, those guys are basically my family”

You resume walking and catch up with him, “I’m sure none of y'all get pussy”

He looks at you smugly but says nothing. He presses the button for the elevator and you two go upstairs in silence. You enter a giant apartment, presumably the penthouse. There are giant windows and a staircase leading to a second story on your left. To your right there is a huge kitchen where Mingyu is cooking something and another tall man with glasses is following him around like a puppy. Chan and a man with black shoulder length hair enter from your right. You smile at Chan and he stops dead in his tracks. He looks at you and Cheol and goes back to you.

“I really can’t deal with another broken nose, the ladies don’t like it”

“Chan” The man next to him speaks, “You haven’t fucked a girl in ages, trust me when I say the nose isn't the issue.”

Chan’s face turns red and he glares at the man. “Jeonghan I fucking hate you”

“You’ll always be my baby chan” jeonghan says while pinching chan’s cheeks.

Chan pulls away from jeonghan. Yet another man emerges from the same direction, this man being a full blonde. He’s tall and toned and you set your eyes on him.

“And who are you?” you say to him with a mischievous smile.

He instantly blushes bright red. “I’m Jun” he says with a dashing smile and you feel yourself melt. Behind you Cheol has a pout plastered to his face. He pulls you behind him glaring at jun who raises his hands in defeat, “Dude, I have a girlfriend, I’m not interested”

“Damn it” you whisper to yourself.

“Jeonghan, call the guys down,” Cheol says and walks up the stairs.

You take off your shoes and walk towards the kitchen. “Hello, Mingyu. Sorry about your balls. I hope they're doing ok. Maybe I can kiss it better for you.” He looks at you with wide eyes but his face slowly morphs into a smirk. “I’ll take you up on that.” he says. You steal a spoon and eat a bite off his plate. You moan at the taste, “Jesus christ that's incredible.” you say. “Hot and talented, what else can you do?” This makes him smile. He loves when people compliment his skills and not just his looks.

“And who are you, glasses?”

“Wonwoo,” he says in a deep voice.

“Hi, Wonwoo. I’m Y/N” you say with a smile.

You hear commotion behind you and turn around seeing ten men facing you. You scan their faces and Jesus christ why are they all so hot? The shock is evident on your face and for once you're lost for words. Cheol comes down stairs in a tight black vest, gold chain and basketball shorts. You look at him and realize his ass is fatter than yours… Well that's not fair.

“Guys we have an issue” cheol begins. “While Y/N and I were out we both received messages from someone with our full names, date of births, addresses, and a picture of us together”

“Wait, why were you two together?” a man with short platinum blonde hair ask.

“Hoshi, focus on the point,” Cheol says.

“That's a good question tho” says a man with fluffy black hair.

“Vernon, please don’t make this worse. You know what? Ok fine, we were on a date” Cheol says and sighs.

The room erupts in noise and a tall guy who looks very similar to jeonghan emerges from the group. He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Well, Cheol is a very lucky man to land a date with someone as beautiful as you.” he says with a charming smile. Cheol growls, “Joshua, Fuck off with this gentleman shit”. You look back at Cheol and see him boring into Joshua’s head.

“Ok guys lets calm down” you say. They all stop and look at you. “Ok, I think I know everyone's names except you two” You point at a tall man with orange hair and a shorter man with dark long hair. “I’m Seokmin, but you can call me DK, and this is Jihoon”

“Oh, so you’re the brooding man on the phone” you say with a smile.

“I was not brooding” he says with a pout.

“Ok so let me go over your names. Cheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Jihoon, DK, Mingyu, Minghao, Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan”

“Guys isn't it weird we always stand in age order?” Hoshi asks.

“Oh wow, I’ve never noticed that, '' Jeonghan says.

“Anyways, Wonwoo, Did you find out anything about who sent the message?”

“I wasn’t able to track the I.P address, I'm assuming it was a burner phone. Y/N, can you give your phone to Gyu, maybe he can see if he can find anything.”

You hand him your phone from your purse and he slips it in his pocket. “Don’t go snooping around gyu gyu, I have some explicit content in there”

“Can’t make any promises” he says as he looks you up and down and licks his lips.

“Ok so are you guys mafia orrrr?”

“Calling us mafia is kind of cringe but I guess you could say that. We're just business men who happen to partake in shady business," Joshua says.

“No, we're definitely in the mafia, I don’t know why they're so embarrassed to say it” Hoshi exclaims.

“So what are you guys called?”

“Seventeen, or SVT”

“YOU GUYS ARE SEVENTEEN? If i'm being honest, i thought you guys were old ass men.”

“No, we're young, hot and ready to mingle” DK says. You look at him with a judgemental face.

“Ok i'll shut up” he says.

“Wait, why are you called seventeen if there's only thir-”

“DON'T FINISH YOUR SENTENCE!” they all shout at once.

“Damn, ok. I’ll just assume Seungkwan killed the other four.”

“Why me?”

“I don’t know you seem lethal when you’re ready to be.” This makes him smile and wink at you.

“Ok, that's enough. Hao, can you lead Y/N to the guest room next to yours. I’ll get you something to wear” Cheol says.

“She can just borrow my clothes Cheol” Hao says.

“No she can borrow mine,” Mingyu says.

“How about “She” makes the decision herself” you deadpan.

“Chan? How about I just stay with you?”

“Chan of all people?” Seungkwan says.

Why are they so mean to chan? You know they're definitely joking but they gotta let the poor guy breathe. Maybe that's the downside of being the youngest.

“Yes, Chan. Cmon lets go sugar” you say and grab his arm. He smiles at you and starts leading you upstairs. He turns around and sticks his tongue out at the other guys.

Chan's room surprises you. The massive space is colored in gray and black and covered in posters. The entire wall to your right is covered in mirrors. He notices your confusion and explains he likes to dance, so he uses it as a dance studio.

“That’s really cool, maybe you can dance for me sometime”

“Sure” he says with a genuine smile.

“My closet is over there you can take whatever you want and there are towels in the bathroom if you want to shower.”

“Ok, thanks.”

“I’ll be here when your done, I’ll shower when you're done”

You head into his closet and take one of his black t-shirts that's long enough to be a dress. You're not wearing some random man’s underwear so you’ll just reuse your own. You head into the bathroom and place your clothes on the counter. You're shocked to see a ten step face care routine on his counter. As normal as this is, you must admit you are extremely attracted to this; you love a man who takes care of himself. You quickly shower and head back out into the bedroom to see Chan laying on his bed. He looks over at you wearing just his shirt and his heart stops. He’s always thought you were beautiful, even as you were punching him in the face.

“Are you done staring?”

“Five more minutes,” he says with a smile.

“Go shower you idiot” you say as you get into his bed.

Ten minutes later he comes out with just a towel low on his hips. There's water dripping off his toned torso and you really didn't expect him to be so built.

“I guess it's my turn to stare” you say.

He blushes and shakes his head, going into his closet and coming out with just basketball shorts. “Is it ok if I sleep with no shirt?” he asks.

“Yes, that's more than ok”

He slides next to you on his bed and you both look at each other.

“Why didn’t you take the guest room?”

“I don’t like to sleep alone” you say.

“Can I ask why?”

“I’d rather not explain”

“That's ok.”

“Chan, Why do the guys make fun of you so much?”

“That’s just how we’ve always been. It's like how you make fun of your younger sibling. I wouldn’t change a thing though, I love them and I know they love me”

“That's so sweet. I hope you guys remain friends forever”

“Me too,” he says with a smile.

Chan’s phone pings with a text. Its Seungkwan:

DO NOT ANSWER: I bet it's so awkward in there, we know you don't know how to talk to girls. Does she have you sleeping on the floor?”

Chan shows you his phone and you giggle. “Do you want to prove him wrong?” you ask.

“How” he asks.

You lick your lips and look him in the eye. “Kiss me chan”

His eyes widen but he doesn’t hesitate. The kiss is extremely messy from the start, tongues clashing and hands all over each other. You straddle him and he places his hands on your hips. He begins moving your hips to grind on him and you feel him beginning to get hard. You break the kiss and attack his neck, sucking and biting making him moan. The sweet spot is right under the left side of his jaw you note. He lays you on your back and hovers over you.

“Can I take this off?” he asks.

You raise your hands and he slides his shirt off of you. You’re wearing no bra and he groans. He gives your nipple kitten licks and takes one in his mouth making you moan loudly. He begins sucking one and rolling the other between his thumb and index finger.

After a few minutes he begins kissing down your body, all the way to your core. He places a kiss on your pussy over your panties looking up at you to ask for permission to take them off. You nod and he peels them off with his teeth. He groans at the sight of your wetness, staring in awe. “You are so beautiful” he says and dives in. He takes one long lick and groans loudly. He immediately sucks on your clit making your toes curl. He begins drawing figure 8s with his tongue making you buck your hips. He slides his hands around your legs and interlocks your fingers to keep you from moving. He rests your intertwined hands above his head and sticks his tongue in your core pushing it as far as it can go. He lifts his head spitting directly on your clit making you let out a pornoographic moan. He has you whining and bucking your hips like a slut.

“Baby, you're gonna wake up the whole house if you keep this up” he says as he unwinds your hands and slides two fingers in you, thrusting them in and out, hitting your G-spot every time. You feel tears brim your eyes and you moan.

“Chan please let me cum” you say a bit louder than necessary but not faking your pleasure one bit. This has got to be the best head you’ve had in your entire life. He picks up the pace of his fingers and slips his other hand up to your nipples, tugging and rolling them.

“Cum for me baby” he says in a whiny voice and you snap. Your orgasm hits you stronger than ever and you see white. You're moaning and shaking , begging him not to stop. He fingers you through your orgasm until the oversensitivity hits you. He slides his fingers out of you and shoves them in your mouth.You suck your cum off his fingers and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, pushing your cum into his mouth. You break the kiss to gasp for air.

“Please fuck me” you say while on the verge of tears. You didn’t realize how long it’s been since you got laid and Chan is doing everything you need. He goes to get a condom from his bedside and you help him slip it on.

“Get on all fours facing the mirrors and stay like that, I want you to watch me fuck you like a slut” he says.

You immediately obey and arch your back for him. Locking eyes in the mirror, chan slides into you inch by inch, watching you melt. You feel so good wrapped around him, and you take him so well. He gives an experimental thrust which hits your G-spot perfectly making you drop our position. He pulls you up by your hair so your chest to chest and begins thrusting. He wraps his arm around your neck to keep you upright.

“It feels so good you can’t even follow my simple instructions?” He says as he picks up his pace. Your head falls on his shoulder and he grabs your hair to make you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Tell me what you see,” he whispers in your ear.

“You fucking me” you say out of breath.

“You wanna know what I see? I see a cock hungry slut who wants nothing more than to come. You can’t even listen to simple instructions because you're too cock drunk. Wouldn’t it be a shame if I edged you? Didn't let you come while I cum over and over? Would you cry? Or would you Thank me for fucking a whore like you?”

You throw your head back and moan. Who would've thought sweet little chan has a mouth like this on him? He presses you harder to him and you feel all his muscles pressed up against you. He feels so big inside of you stretching you open on his cock.

“Oh my god, chan don’t stop” you moan and you let the tears run free.

“Oh don’t cry now baby this is what you wanted isn't it? Wanted to feel me split you in half?”

“Yes channn this is what I wanted. I wanted you to fuck me like a slut”

He feels himself getting closer and he knows he won’t last much longer. He rubs your clit viciously, the overstimulation making it hard for you to breathe. He wraps his free hand around your neck and that does it for you. You cum screaming his name which pushes him over the edge as well. He fucks you through both of your orgasms and you both collapse in eachothers arms.

In the room next door Minghao never felt so disgusted with himself. Instead of going over telling you two to be quiet he started palming himself through his pants. When he heard you call yourself a slut he couldn't help himself. He reached into his pants and started rubbing his head. He was so conflicted, he knew he was being a sick perv but you were just so sexy and he knew he could do better than chan. He tried to match his strokes to chan's thrust imagining how he would fuck you. Maybe you would let him use his toys and blindfold you. This thought makes him cum all over his sheets, staring at his hands and softening cock in shame. He sighs and gets up to go to his bathroom.

a/n: pt.2 is a little more plot heavy, but has cheol, hao, and mingyu's smut. I'm really excited for it :)

#seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #mingyu fanfic #mingyu smut #minghao smut #dino smut #lee chan smut #xu minghao #seventeen fanfic

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argreion · 4 days

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𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆❜𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 — For my next daily, I guess we’ll do headcanons! The first thing I did that made me kinda pop off! So… I know I did an SFW and NSFW one, but we’ll just do NSFW this time. I might repeat a little, given I did those headcanons nearly 2 - 3 months ago! Kinda updated after thinking of my ideal Leon. (Just lazy today… I don't expect many people to like this considering it's not like smut smut.)

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 841

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — Leon hairy pussy munch so obviously (eating out), Leon in lingerie so possibly feminization if you think about it? Also not? Just man is enjoying lingerie. Creampie talking with eating out. Sensory deprivation with temperature play alongside it. Dry sexter Leon. Lazy P in V. P in V a LOT.

First… We start with the obvious one. Leon’s a genuine munch, we all know it and crave it. Prefers it hairy ‘cause it’s more fun to play with. Saying hairy, cause who has time to shave their pussy for a man? We all don’t want to, so we’ll just say he likes it. Likes to bury his nose deep into your pussy and call it his heaven. Jerking himself off as he eats you out, thumb rolling circles into your clit. Tongue scissoring your folds open and delving into your hole. Eating you out like a starved man. Hungry Man’s wasn’t enough, and that stupid brownie wasn’t good enough. The full three-course meal that was your pussy right next to him, was all that he needs. Right against his face and drenching it with your slick. Dribbling down his stubble and giving you disgusting kisses. Sharing the love with his baby that’s it.

Lingerie with this man… Oh boy. He’ll cum on the spot seeing your body in lace with fancy flowers. Stretch marks, stomach, random bruises, self-harm scars, hairy legs, and arms, loves it all. Kisses all your scars while you wear that pretty thing. Skimpy, seductive, lazy, it doesn’t matter. Doesn’t take his hands off of you. On the contrary, he loves wearing them as well! Look, self-indulgent little shit I am, but we all want this old guy in lingerie. He’d look breathtaking in it with his genetics. Full on spread eagle, curling his finger towards you with a smirk. Gets embarrassed the first few times around. Is his dick out too much? Am I too big for this?

Creampier extraordinaire, all day, every day! It could be the breeding part, or he just likes watching you be full of a part of him. Uses his thumb to part your folds and eat out your pussy. Eating out his cum like the secretly depraved man he is. Wants to watch it like the shows he does every weekend. He’d rate it 100% on rotten tomatoes for the most unique, thrilling experience ever. (It’s a joke, be honest, that’d be boring to watch. He’d watch those boring shows, anyway.)

Another off-the-board one is sensory deprivation. It’s the trust you both have in each other. To go off touch, and he could have a gun to the back of your head. Takes a lot of coaxing out his brain to try it out. But when it’s done, oh boy, bondage with this is OFF the charts. Running his fingers up your torso and his thumb across your lip. Good girl, sucking on it like you should be. Has used wax and ice cubes before, and he would do it again. Feels slightly bad with each squeak you make. Poor baby, cumming on a vibrator up your pussy.

Do it to him? Whiny old bastard. Feels a little lonely without hearing your footsteps or seeing your face. Being too vulnerable makes him act like a caged animal. Touching his body sends him melting on the floor. Reminds him it’s you and not someone like Ada. She was always a fickle woman who manipulated him and made him get trust issues. Knowing you’d (hopefully) not do the same makes him happier. Likes the ice cubes against his nipple or the gentle slap to his face. (Remember if you’re going to do this to talk things out. Betraying one’s trust sucks ass, and you SHOULDN’T do that. Always have a safe word, too. <3)

Overstimulation feels like something forbidden to him. To push his partner or himself past their limits. Watching you squirt from him continuously thrusting into you. Making his dick curl into that spot that sends you to heaven. Or watching the slick drip onto the floor as he fingers you in the shower. You didn’t even notice you’d be dripping. Loves it if you’re both in the mood, if not, he’ll be lazy. Cockwarming or consensual somno makes him happy, too. Wants to see you whimpering for him to stop. Gives him p

There’s also something I wanted to say about sexting with him… Dry. He’s dry. He halfway gets your texts but getting an image? Excusing himself into the bathroom to jerk one off and send you a husky voice message. Send him more? Getting that classic text of ‘Please stop, I’m at work. I’ll take care of you when I’m home…’ That’s the code for ‘I’ll give you lovin’ later, baby.’

Lazy sex… That’s so common for the pair of you. Resting on top of him with his soft cock in you. Hand rubbing your back and him talking about work. Doesn’t matter if it’s RE2R or DI, it’s the same. Lazy/Comfort sex is the best sex to him. Feels normal, and it’s better than actual sex to him. Cuddle sex as well, he’s an intimate guy at heart. Gently rocking into you while having a simple conversation. Interlacing your fingers together and squeezing at your chest. Kisses on your neck and sweet little murmurs of affection.

Tomorrow, my fic should be posted! So slow with requests so sorry about that!

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #leon kennedy headcanons

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1-800-deactivatednearu · 9 months

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woag character design notes

[i.d.: a drawn line up of the half life vr ai characters, from left to right, gordon, dr. coomer, tommy, bubby, gman, and benrey. /end i.d.]

yeah i skipped some guys , i dont draw some of them enough to have much unique designs and some of them are a png of a dog

trust me i am just surprised as the rest of yall that i am doing hlvrai art . design notes below (very long, mind your step)

gordon:

wow this guy dont got no head

i didnt want to give gordon a face because of how unexact the person is as the fandom engages with it. is it wayne rtvs? (well as presented to an audience, yes) is it gordon freeman? (well as seen from an in game perspective, yes) is it a whole new guy entirely? (well as

i cut the confusion and took it a whole new direction: guillotine

hlvrai being treated as a very broken game is fun to me as a design perspective, so if you (the audience) are not supposed to see his face, what happens when you see it anyways? missing texture time

there are eyes drawn over because i did not have confidence in my expressions at first and then it grew on me

i think if i were to draw (and i have drawn) an actual person under the mask i would still censor the eyes because that is where the vr headset sits!!

(i do not like putting an actual flesh to gordon though)

though i really like seeing how other people interpret gordon hlvrai it is not . my gordon ? we are talking about the same guy . but this is my gordo . i made this one . this guy my guy . maybe i should draw other gordon designs

i can draw the hev suit from memory and it is also the entire reason why i can render metal confidently

i liked how people changed the lambda to read ai :] i also have no clue if i wrote the lambda correctly

(i did, i just checked)

dr coomer:

as much as i draw/drew him i find it more fun to not stick to one set design :)

so a lot of my takes on dr coomer tend to jump from idea to idea, especially from what other people are doing, though they could be fitted to the left and right designs!

the left design is mainly based off what i saw in fandom spaces

we see rounder shapes, making for a more friendly and welcoming appearance

i think of this as straying from the more professional uniform of the actual scientist models

enter swimming shorts and bright yellow socks, for some reason

so now he kind of looks like a cool science teacher :)

it might be the lab coat

the right design is mainly based off thumbnails for hlvrai itself

these use a more angular appearance

i want to push how comically buff he is because of strength he shows at times, especially since his left design seems to completely down play it as a comically not buff man who is still very strong

the shadows on right design coomer get so much more harsh and exaggerated because i have comic books on the mind :)

he really does look like a dehydrated comic book character huh

tommy:

stick bug (he gets it from his dad) (this thought process is explained at gman section)

i pushed a lot of the saturation of colours in her design because i think tommy gets to be a little silly with it

fun art story of the day! when you color, try messing with hue! you might notice you can get away with a lot as long as your values are about right

i like pushing this with white because you can get away with a lot of things reading as “off white”

old faithful for me is cool shadows with a warm transition colour to keep things visually interesting

i keep making white objects the trans flag

happy pride

tommys design looks a little like a school boy, with the tucked in button up shirt+suspenders+shorts+jacket tied around the waist . and the primary colours . but like it is really fun to dress up so brightly

i actually was strongly inspired by medieval babies if that is a weird descriptor? i wanted him to both be a middle aged man but also a young adult

do not be like tommy, who has their finger on the trigger of the gun while not even looking at where it is pointing and good god he is squeezing the trigger . top ten firearm safety of all time

bubby:

the absurd part is that i think bubby is tall . he is just between tommy and gman who are exaggeratedly lanky .

i wanted to make bubby a pointy kinda guy, so he is the only one actually wearing the lab coat proper . and the only one actually wearing dress socks but not even wearing dress shoes

i wanted to give him a novelty tie but i was running low on ideas and running high on boreds so we dont get a tie

he does have crocs though!! in attack mode!!

i do think we all kind of saw his model and collectively decided it works for him because i have honestly not seen major divergences from his model?

gman:

stick bug

i wanted to stress the more spooky and unknowable nature of him and took it in the dark souls direction of “make bigger than player character”

maked too bigger

he cannot walk through any doorways but you will have to crane your neck to look up at him

in the opposite direction of tommy, i pulled a lot of the saturation in gmans design

it feels important to make them both not fully match the rest of the slightly less broken npcs because there was so much work to make them look cool so i have to respect that

actually a lot of gmans and tommys designs are made in opposite to one another

gman has a largely stationary face and very stiff line work

while tommy is pushed to expressive as possible

thats pretty fun, way to go me

benrey:

benrey also has two designs

and in both of these i keep getting too lazy to use a reference so the vests are super plain (forgetting the badge and black mesa logo) . i think the helmet is supposed to be darker actually .

the design ethos of benrey was “built like a brick shithouse”

a friend of mine took this cooler and interpreted it as a shield/wall/barrier as a physical (and narrative) obstacle

again the first uses fandom designs

most notably the overcast shadow (seen in video thumbnails but i never noticed it or understood why so many people did it until someone pointed it out to me)

i think hlvrai is such a great medium because it acknowledges it is a game and is able to play into that to great effect! i think the shadow is fun to imagine as solid black as a small reminder of the impossibility of the space :]

benrey is a smug cat in the body of a human . to be honest . and this is the full range of emotion i have ever drawn him with

the second was mostly because as fun as taking creative liberties are, i just really wanted to see benrey as is: the half life security guard model in all its slight wonk :]

i actually do prefer this design . it is a little more uncanny because i choose the worst translations of the model . i like it because it is a little more uncanny !

that can be said for like . every single design in this line up huh .

#hlvrai #my art #gordon feetman #dr coomer #tommy coolatta #dr bubby #gman coolatta #benrey #half life vr but the ai is self aware

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silversodas · 1 year

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What Happened Between Crimson and Moxxie’s Mom?

The flash back Moxxie had paints an interesting story, and it also gives Crimson a more interesting motive then “because he’s an asshole” the first thing I noticed is that he is definitely jealous of Moxxie

Moxxie can’t cut his stake on his own so Mama cuts it for him

Crimson has this odd tension about him, which could be read as him being annoyed that Moxxie couldn’t cut his own food, but this tension is held inward it’s not projected out to Moxxie, which is why Moxxie doesn’t even notice.

He is glaring at Moxxie’s mom but the tension is still held inward, showing he is conflicted about something.

People have mentioned that him getting angry at her pulling away from this is a sign of aggression and it is, but it’s also interesting that the initiation of the touch was not, it’s almost timid, it’s careful. All this together gives the impression that Crimson is jealous of the affection she shows Moxxie and he wants her to want to give that to him and she turns him down flat.

It’s possible that when dating the relationship was not working out, but then she gets pregnant. It’s often herd that women use pregnancy to tie down a guy, but men can do that too. Did he threaten to take Moxxie? I mean it’s possible, but maybe he didn’t have to. When guys try to keep a girl through pregnancy he doesn’t have to threaten with responsibility, it’s actually easier just to make it more appealing that she won’t have to do it alone and that he’s gonna be there for her and the baby. And if he was already rich that probably made it a much more attractive option then being a single mother in literal Hell.

But unsurprisingly, trying to keep someone who might not even be that into you makes for a vary unhappy marriage.

This is possibility #1 possibility #2 is “I love you, but I never should have had a kid with you”

It’s possible that Moxxie’s Mom is a morally gray person that was perfectly fine with her husband’s work, her being a woman, in crimsons eyes, ment she didn’t have to get her hands dirty. I also think it’s a possibility because she was never afraid of Crimson, hinting at a trust that he wouldn’t hurt her even though he has the power to do so with a snap of his fingers, but that could be because she was trying to stay brave for Moxxie both are plausible. What I am getting at is that having children can change you and your relationship drastically, so it’s possible that they were on the same page and she was still in love with him, until they became parents. Like the shooting range for example

She was fine with Moxxie learning to use a fire arm, what she wasn’t ok with was Crimson teaching Moxxie to kill people.

If you look closely you see Moxxie’s moms silhouette in the background, Crimson is looking to her first before teaching Moxxie. Almost like he is making sure she is watching. And she never felt powerless to do anything, she didn’t hesitate to shove the gun back into crimson’s hands and walk off without a word. So it gives me the impression he is looking for her approval, that he is contributing to Moxxie’s shooting lesson. And him being angry at her taking Moxxie and leaving the shoot range tells me one of two things

1) His Mom has been rebuffing Crimsons attempts to teach Moxxie the family business for years and it’s frustrating him that she wont see it his way already

2) Crimson doesn’t see where being a better person gets you, so it makes perfect sense to make Moxxie like them. And it pisses him off because before Moxxie was born, to her, this was the good life, before she got pregnant she would happily sit in his lap while he talked to her about his day as long as he didn’t bring work home and get blood on her carpet. But NOW she has a moral compass? NOW that life isn’t good enough for our son?

I admit I like possibility #2 because it would be relatable, my brother used to run with people who liked drugs and a little after high school too, and it’s heartbreaking to learn who is actually your friend and who was only your friend in a certain circumstance, like he was just part of the indulgence. I work at a bar and that’s happened to a couple of regulars too. They had more drinking friends then actual friends.

It would also be interesting if she was ok with her life with Crimson, but wanted her son to be better then them, not be like them. And this difference in priority caused her to fall out of love with Crimson, but there is one more thing that makes me think of possibility #2

It’s when his mother is gone and it’s just them now. Crimson is full on hate glaring at Moxxie, I think it’s to show he blames Moxxie for their relationship going bad, to me this glare says “everything was fine until YOU showed up”.

But then again He could just be blaming Moxxie for his relationship issues simply because he can and her loving Moxxie more is also Moxxie’s fault, the alternative is blaming himself and he isn’t about to do that.

And as for Moxxie being born in the Wrath Ring, his parents either 1) didn’t get married till after he was born or 2) she already tried leaving Crimson once because she wanted her baby away from that life style, straight up Kill Bill style but he found her and either threatened her or convinced her to come back by convincing her he was a better financial option for the baby

But it’s just a theory

#helluva boss #helluva moxxie #helluva crimson #helluva boss theory

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Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Seven: Sirius

Sleeper Car

Somewhere Just Outside of Athens

“I speak ten languages.”

They hadn’t spoken much since entering their small sleeper car. Remus was wary of him. Sirius could feel the lack of trust rolling off of him in waves. He had taken a seat in the window nook and mostly watched the world go by until the sun went down. It left Sirius—not wanting to crowd him—to lay down on the bottom bunk. He figured Remus would want the better vantage point. He always had before. Some time after James had come around knocking with sandwiches, Remus had climbed up to his own top bunk and finally asked his first question.

“Ten sounds right,” Sirius replied.

“Do you, too?” Remus asked.

“Yeah,” Sirius said. He had to clear his throat to make the words come out clearer. Remus had startled him. He’d been near asking Remus something himself so many times, but he wasn’t sure where to start. Are you okay? Were you hurt? Where were you? Did someone help you?

Sirius could feel Remus thinking. He heard the mattress shift from above him. He couldn’t see the bed’s slates or anything. No springs. Each bunk felt like a small sleigh. The wood was carved in a soft-edge curling boarder that Sirius was sure he was going to forget about and hit his head on.

“I’d say your Greek is better than mine, though,” Sirius said.

That night getting gin drunk at the café. Watching Remus converse easily with the waiter, making him laugh straight from his belly and give them two rounds for free. Sirius loved to watch Remus talk to new people, no matter what language. Charm and joy came so easy to him. Sirius had always been too busy sizing up strangers like opponents. Like a threat.

It was easier when it was just him and Remus. Him and James. Him and himself.

He could have sat by the water with Remus forever, joking about diving in.

He had already known Remus was worried about something. Them. I wonder about them. He should have tried harder to break through while they were both weakened by wine and each other. Relaxed and happy. Instead, Sirius had been distracted. Remus in the moonlight, Remus, tilting the wine bottle to his lips as they sat by the sea.

“Come on. We have all night, don’t give out on me, Black.” He’d been laughing as Sirius pushed the bottle away.

“Not if we’re going swimming.” And Sirius had really wanted to go swimming. He’d wanted Remus’ pale back in the moon and a chance—maybe there would be a chance to kiss him.

Sirius got up from the bunk, avoiding hitting his head, and went to sit in the window seat. He could feel the world’s winter air through the glass. He wasn’t going to sleep, and he couldn’t stand this silence from Remus, this wariness. He took out his knives, his guns, and began to check for rust. He couldn’t feel if Remus was watching him or not. Maybe he was sleeping, maybe he was listening. Maybe he was worrying, or even bleeding as he tried to remember something.

Sirius was trying so hard to merely focus on the gun parts in his hands that he didn’t even hear Remus until he was sliding into the booth across from him.

“Why are you the one I remember?” Remus asked.

That question was torture. Why, indeed.

Sirius’ heart thumped. “I don’t know. Your mind wants to remember your life. It’s fighting against whatever scrambled your memories—”

“Yes, but—” The breath Remus let out was frustrated and he stilled Sirius’ busy hands with his own. “Why is it you?”

“I—I don’t know,” Sirius said, startled by the touch.

“You’re lying.”

Sirius shook his head. “Why would I lie? I…We’re—we work together, we spend lots of time together.”

“We kiss,” Remus said, and a faint buzzing started up in Sirius’ ears. “I dream about kissing you.”

That night, the last time they’d been in Greece. Sirius, we shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. No, Sirius thought. They definitely did not kiss.

“We’re together,” Remus said. It was only half a question, like he was sure that Sirius would agree. He even had a brow arched, as if he was so sure Sirius was lying, as if he was so sure that they actually were together.

It took everything in Sirius to say, “No.”

What the hell was Remus doing, dreaming about kissing him like it was a memory?

Remus narrowed his eyes at him. His mouth opened and closed twice. “But…”

Sirius had nothing to say. Remus’ hand was still over his own, but it slipped away as he sat back in his seat, blinking hard down at the table.

“We work at Salazar,” he said. “Together.”

“Yes,” Sirius nodded.

“A mission went wrong—what did Leo say, six months ago.”

“Yes.”

“I was shot. And Logan.”

“Yes.”

“By Salazar?”

Sirius took a breath. Before Jack, he would have said no, by our targets in Greece. The only wrench was, they had never actually been told who exactly those targets were, and Sirius had spent most of the ride to the train station putting a possible two-and-two together:

Remus stopped trusting Salazar for some reason. Salazar found out and needed to get rid of him without suspicion.

Leo had agreed when he’d whispered it to him as they boarded a bus. What I want to know, Leo had said. Is if Logan knew what Remus knew, or if he just got caught in the crossfire.

“We thought it was a third party, but I think you…” Sirius hesitated. “Knew something. I think you, and maybe Logan, knew something that Salazar didn’t want you to know.” Sirius set the gun down and leaned forward. “What does the name Pascal mean to you?”

Remus shook his head. “Nothing.”

Sirius sighed. “Yeah.”

I dream about kissing you.

They went past a small village, close enough that Sirius could see glimpses of warm lights on in houses.

“Why take our memories? Why not just kill us?” Remus was looking at him in the reflection of the window. Their little cabin looked so perfect against the window’s foggy mirror. Soft and gentle and normal.

“They tried.” Sirius couldn’t meet his eyes when he said it, not even in the window. “Someone took your tracker out and saved you.” He put a hand on his own neck. “We had to cut ours out, too.”

“Saved me?”

“Yeah.”

“And it wasn’t you?”

Sirius shook his head, though Remus didn’t look like he entirely believed him.

“It wipes your memory, that’s the first defense mechanism. We’re thinking they could probably reverse that while the tracker was in place. Leo will be working on that, it’s his area. But…” Sirius rubbed his temple. Kissing kissing kissing. “There’s a kill switch, too. We got ours out in time, we’re thinking you and Lo got your memories wiped first. Then you wouldn’t’ve even know it was there, not to mention how to take it out of your neck. So someone else had to do it.”

“But if it’s out, how will we reverse it?” Remus asked.

For the first time, something other than that hard exterior flashed across Remus’ face. Fear. Sirius wanted to touch his hand again but he didn’t know how. Remus knew two things and one of them wasn’t even true: his own name, and Sirius’ face. A name was a name, but Sirius, apparently, was much less than he had thought he was.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said softly, looking at him directly. “I don’t know.”

Remus pressed his lips together, gaze jerking out the window again.

“We don’t know yet,” Sirius amended. “Leo is good. Leo is very good.”

“Says you,” Remus said in a cool tone. His eyes were still tight and worried, but he was trying to play it off. He looked down at Sirius’ gun. “I can put that back together in a couple seconds. Can you?”

Sirius didn’t even look down as his hands had the weapon reassembled before Remus had even drawn his next breath.

Remus nodded thoughtfully. He was still watching Sirius’ hands. The sound of laughter, a group of people, passed by their door and they both looked. Sirius couldn’t help the way his hand tightened around the gun. He’d never work that reflex out of his system.

“Just passengers,” Remus said. “Am I always this jumpy? Are we, I should say.”

“We are,” Sirius said. We, his mind caught on. “But that’s what keeps us alive.”

“Is it?”

Sirius made to point his gun and, before his wrist got more than an inch above the table, Remus’ hand was around it, vice-like. Sirius watched him stare at it. He watched the slow, half smile cross Remus’ face.

“I see.”

Remus let go slowly. Sirius wished he wouldn’t. He took up the gun. As Sirius watched, he took it apart again and then put it back together—easy.

“If only I could do that to myself,” Remus said.

“I would if I could.”

Remus nodded. He set the gun down between them. The train took a turn and they both leaned a little, looking back out the window—at each other’s reflections—as the hills turned with them.

“Are you sure we’ve never kissed?” Remus asked.

“I wouldn’t lie.” He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Remus’ reflection looked at him. “Did we want to?”

That was a more complicated question. Want. There were years of history in that word. In the dormitories, shaking Remus’ hand for the first time. Helping each other in class—learning languages, picking each other’s pockets and trying to see if the other might notice. Pinning each other on the mat, catching each other with the stunning bullets in target practice. They had been named a team from the very beginning. Sirius, perhaps, had fallen in love not just with Remus, but with the idea of never having to leave his side.

Even still, it took everything in him to say, “Yes.”

#Christmas Eve Will Find Me lumosinlove #wolfstar #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #spy au #we're off schedule but we're still getting there

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🤠🛖🛏️🐓And They Were Roommates & Only One Bed Fic Recs🐓🛏️🛖🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Barnes_Brain, Billpaxton, Coconutcordiale, Crueltether, Davidbyrne, Dracculaura, Fuddlewuddle, Honestlydarkprincess, Imafriendlydalek, Indybob, Lesbiseresin, Nickies_Nonsense, ReformedTsundere, ReiverReturns, RosannaDrinksToForget, Sceld, Sreshaw, Teacupivy, Vannral, Violation_of_faith_and_devotion, WaffleToaster, Writerofthelorde, Yourstrulytay.

I'll ride in this life with you by Fuddlewuddle {E}

Rooster is called back to Top Gun along with 11 other pilots for an important mission. Not only does he have to deal with the unresolved issues with Maverick now the Captain is going to be the one training them, but he's also been assigned to live with the one person who seemingly lives to infuriate him; Hangman. He'll be lucky if he even makes it to fly in the mission in the first place.

Squadron Scorpion by RosannaDrinksToForget {E}

Maverick, Rooster, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, Fanboy and Payback make up the Deadly Seven more widely known as Squadron Scorpion. Maverick isn't done teaching and the young pilots aren't done learning. Things can't get any worse when Rooster and Hangman of all people are forced to room together. They waited in silence. Each catching a breath. "Rooster, still with me?" "Still alive, but barely." "I... I think I need this." "I don't think I can live without it." "Glad we agree on something." Or maybe for the better.

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Barnes_Brain {M}

When Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was 14 his mother passed away, leaving him an orphan in an ever changing world. With no other family, and Maverick halfway across the world, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky took over as primary guardian. Through hard work and extreme perseverance Bradley reached Top Gun at age 27, even with Maverick pulling his papers. Take that asshole. But now that he’s at Top Gun he’s going to find if he has what it takes to be one of the best pilots in the world. That includes learning how to work with a team he doesn’t know, and doesn’t know if he can trust. Especially his obnoxious roommate who he can’t help but stare at. If only he could shut up.

show me again by dracculaura {E}

He hasn’t had a roommate on land-based assignments in years, not since flight school, so it takes him by surprise. He just isn’t used to it, not anymore. And he’s especially not used to sharing a room with fucking Bradley Bradshaw. (jake and bradley are roommates during their time at topgun)

T-shirt by violation_of_faith_and_devotion {E}

He inadvertently takes a breath and before he realizes what’s happened, Jake is already away, making his way towards the bar. He’d like to blame it on the alcohol, but he’d need to lie to himself. * Or, three times when Rooster smelled Hangman. And kinda liked it.

You Are My Deepest Lonely by Writerofthelorde {T}

Post mission. Neither Rooster nor Hangman can sleep. Both have nightmares and they get grumpy and rude. When it finally comes out that neither of them has slept in ages, Phoenix jokes that they should sleep in the same room or something, and they look at each other. A silent agreement. The thing is… Jake refused to let anyone in. Every nightmare just left him in a panic alone. Bradley sound asleep next to him. Because it worked, of course it worked. But now, Jake was just alone with someone next to him, and that was worse. So much worse. Aka Bradley and Jake share a room, but there's only one bed... They pine, they long, they ache and flirt. Jake has nightmares and panic attacks but refuses to share that with Bradley, who grows increasingly worried. When will they break?

coming up for air by vannral {T}

"The horizon blurs into blue and bone white. It’s so light it burns Jake’s eyes. The entire cockpit is eerily silent, except for the thundering in his ears. ’fly, fucking fly like your life depends on it – fly FASTER, THEY’RE GONNA DIE – !’" In which Jake shares a room with Rooster on the carrier, he has a nightmare about not reaching Mav and Rooster in time, and Rooster comforts him. And ends up sharing the bed.

I Won't Stop Running by ReformedTsundere {M}

"What? You said you were heading somewhere, didn't wanna give me the exact location, so sure, I've got a shotgun with no passenger and snacks that'll get us from here to Texas." When Bradley continues to stand there, with no response other than a widening of his eyes and slackening of his jaw, Jake takes two steps forward, close but not crowding into Bradley's space. "So, what'da say Bradshaw? Wanna come see the lone star state with me?" It strikes Bradley like he's been doused with a bucket of water, that Jake is serious.

Whiskey and Rye by sreshaw {E}

a.k.a. The Fic Where There's Only One Bed Because the Navy Fucked Up Hotel Reservations The Dagger Crew got turned into a real-deal instructor squadron after the mission. They get sent on missions and demos to teach new pilots how to do what they do. On this trip to Florida, the WSOs are staying with their pilots, but Jake and Bradley, since they are WSO-less, have to room together. And the hotel fucked up.

nothing safe is worth the drive by davidbyrne {E}

this slope is treacherous (and I like it)

It begins, like most things in Jake’s life, with a questionable decision. Or they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

I will follow you, follow you home

missing scenes from the first year of jake and bradley's cohabitation

You Love Him, and No One Else by Sceld {T}

“I’ve got it,” Jake offers, holding his hand out, but Rooster only tuts disappointedly. “What kind of host would I be if I made you carry your own bag?” Jake blanks on a response, his mouth twisting into a smile without his permission. Rooster turns to where Jake can now see the Bronco. Its engine is still running, and it’s warm inside when Jake closes the door behind him, clicking on his seatbelt by feeling along while he stares intently at the glove compartment in front of him, waiting while Rooster puts his bag in the boot. He doesn’t feel as weird as he thought he would, as he probably should. Every conflicting feeling from the F-14 is returning in waves. He’s helpless to resist the pull of the tide. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once. or; Jake's apartment floods and his only other option is to stay with the last person in the world he wants to spend time with. Shenanigans ensue.

I should be scared, honey, maybe so by yourstrulytay {T}

It’s several nights into their new sleeping arrangements that Bradley jolts out of sleep, heart pounding, and for a second, he can’t figure out what’s woken him. The room is filled with silence as he looks around, trying to spot something that may be out of place. He’s confused until a sound emanates from the bunk next to his. It’s a soft keening sound and Bradley’s heart twists to hear the pain laced through the drawn-out noise. It’s the next sound that has Bradley stopping cold, head whipping around to look at the man inhabiting the other bed. It’s mumbled, but undeniable. “Rooster- Bradley, no-!”

will the teasing of the fire be followed by the thud? by davidbyrne {T}

as he can to understand. “Because…you always are first,” Jake offers, shrugging. It’s the truth, as lame as it may be. “I think I have the right to be a dick to the person who broke my heart,” is Bradley’s abrupt response.

Hey Hey Hey Lover by Nickies_Nonsense {G}

After the mission Bradley and Jake are both granted a month of leave. Mav offers up his house but it feels too soon so Bradley does the only reasonable thing and rents an apartment with Jake for a month. Terrible cooking, stomach bugs, beach days, nightmares, and first kisses follow.

Some Unspoken Thing by indybob {M}

With paths that have crossed for the better part of a decade, Jake and Bradley have a history unlike any other. A history that sees their relationship develop from best friends, to bitter rivals, to eventual lovers. The five times that Jake felt there was some unspoken thing between himself and Bradley, and the one time he decided to do something about it.

waking up to you by honestlydarkprincess {T}

Jake drinks too much at a party he and Bradley throw for Bob's birthday. He wanders off, settles into Bradley's bed and they fall asleep. That's it, that's the fic. Based on the prompt "we’re roommates and you drunkenly passed out in my bed; move over I’m coming in"

Calefaction by ReiverReturns {M}

It's 2am, and Bradley isn't used to sharing the hour.

tell the truth, I look better under you by lesbiseresin {G}

Before Bradley knows it, there’s a hand landing on his shoulder and squeezing as Hangman slips past him towards the door. “Hope you don’t snore. Otherwise I might have to shove your face into a pillow,” he tells him, completely cheerful. It makes Bradley want to reach for his collar again, face no longer numb but burning hot in a way he hopes doesn’t show through in color. Instead, he tightens his jaw and does what he’s been doing for the past few days every time Hangman tries to push one of his buttons. He ignores him. (alternatively: and they were bunkmates…)

Storm's Coming by imafriendlydalek {M}

There's a hurricane headed toward San Diego and Rooster gets sent to a nearby aircraft carrier to help move planes back on land before it sails out to sea. Too bad the storm has other plans.

you next to me by coconutcordiale {T}

“We can play for it,” Bradley offers, twisting to reach across Jake and pull a deck of cards he’s tucked into the rack supporting Jake’s mattress. “Loser has to trek across the ship and sleep with Zing.” “He’s not my type,” Jake says, mischief glinting in his eyes when he peers up at Bradley. “Too skinny.” + aka three times there was only one bed and one time there were too many

waiting for a star to fall by billpaxton {E}

Bradley's been struggling to adjust after the uranium mission so Maverick generously gifts him with a weekend pass to a mediation retreat in the Californian woods. He should be grateful - really it's an awfully nice gesture and a getaway Bradley's been desparate for. But it's hard to be appreciative when Maverick forgot to mention anything about having a roommate.

Being your something (for Christmas) by WaffleToaster {E}

It all started because of a damn Christmas sweater. Bradley's pretty sure there's some underlying motive behind all this, all he wants to do is to survive the party, but Jake ends up making everything ten times worse than it actually is. So what can he do other than defend his pride? Throw in some alcohol, some stupid questions and some shameless behaviour and just maybe.. maybe, he'll admit that he's actually having fun. And maybe he'll also admit that he's kind of hoping for something more..

I’ll save you a seat by teacupivy {M}

“What if…” Seresin starts, but then he shakes his head. He’s about to walk away when Bradley grabs for his wrist, nodding at him to go on. “It’s stupid,” he says, rolling his eyes, “but what if we go together?”

feel it all by crueltether {E}

The battery percentage on Jake's phone is nearing the red zone and the last thing he wants is to be completely removed from society (being stuck in a snowstorm in the middle of nowhere is bad enough). He leans down to find the charger in his bag when – “Seresin?” Jake goes still, grin on his lips before he even looks up. “Bradshaw,” he replies, grin twisting into a fond smirk. “As I live and breathe. The hell are you doin’ here?”

#And They Were Roommates & Only One Bed Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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