#“Oh She's fine...probably...let's count the teeth quickly-”

[nikonuee]

Shen Qingqui loves interesting animals and therefore should learn how to make all the Xianxia animal noises so they'll come closer to him and are then easier to study.

[thisrots]

thinkin’ of riding whiny, pussy whipped vi <3

𖦹 warnings: strap usage, whiny!top!vi x femme!bottom!meanish!reader, reader riding vi, breeding/size kink, poor baby just wants to make u a mama

𖦹 word count: 860

Vi was usually centered. Collected, firm, naturally dominating you in public. Hand around your waist, or wrapped around yours, gripping onto what was hers. But you knew her truth. Even when her fingers dug into your side or her expression hardened, you saw right past her little act.

She was sprawled out underneath you, same big and calloused hands trembling as they hovered over your waist. She had pink painted cheeks and hazily lowered eyelids that were stuck on the outline of your body, your pussy molding around her strap like she belonged inside of you. Her once threaded eyebrows and tight jaw melting into nothing but blissful, fucked out pleasure.

As if she could feel your warm and gummy walls, her back arched with each roll of your hips, a drool tear rolling down her jaw. Her abdomen slapped into you, wet with your juices and combined sweat, whining and groaning, wriggling around between your thighs as if she was the one getting fucked stupid.

“M-Mmh!—I’m so deep in you, princess, s’fuckin’ deep—!” Vi struggled out in between hoarse, loud, embarrassingly long moans.

She most certainly was deep inside you. Her greed had gotten the best of her, pushing in the plastic as far deep as it’d go, gaze fixed on the stretched out skin against your tummy as your body made room for Vi and her girth. That was all she wanted, to fill you up to the brim with nothing but her. She truly was a perverted little thing.

“Gods, you’re so loud, Vi.” You taunted, the sloppy sounds of your sopping heat echoing in the room. “You like—mmh!—stuffing me up, don’t you? Wish you could feel inside?”

You leaned back, giving her a full view of your split open cunt, hole stretched out and taken advantage of, yet still begging for more. Vi’s eyes watered at the pornographic sight, wanting nothing more than to feel herself slipping in and out of those soft, erotic folds. It was painful, her ache to feel inside you. Her lip quivered as her rocking hips quickened.

“I-I know, ‘m sorry—!” She sniffled, though her grip on your ass tightened. “Yes—hhnngg! Wanna feel you t-takin’ all of me!” She suddenly slammed you down against her savage thrusts, causing you to choke on a sharp gasp. “Please—p-please let me cum inside. Make you—ngh!—a mama—please?”

Her tip wasn’t just kissing your cervix, it was damn near abusing it. Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, clit enlarged and throbbing with every grind of her hips. Even as she fucked into you brutally, using your hole as her personal toy, she was nothing but a pussy drunk, pathetic mess.

Her choppy moans, bright blue puppy eyes, and torturous pleads all while completely impaling your womb were almost too much for you. If you could, you’d milk her of every drop of cum she had, making sure nothing of hers dripped out of you, giving her that baby she’s always wanted.

“Oh, fuck! Poor, needy thing—guh!—wants to cum inside me? How’s that gonna work, huh?” You teased, your words only loosening up the water works some more.

She whined out at your mocking, a strangled sob caught in her throat, nodding quickly while she continued. Your velvet walls clenched up around her member at the sight, as if your body wanted to baby trap her. If her strap was real, you probably would’ve had 20 kids by now. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip, hole pulsating around her shaft as your thoughts were consumed by her sounds of desperation.

“You’re b-bein’ s’mean…! Mmhhmm—fuuuck, mama, p-please, please, please!” She mindlessly babbled, legs pushing into the mattress, letting out little frantic uh, uh, uh!’s.

“F-Fine, fine,” You started, struggling to keep up with her pace. “Then cum inside me, yeah?” You purred in between moans, staring deep into her sharp baby blues. “Cum right inside mama.”

That was all Vi needed to hear. “Fuuuuck, ‘m coming! Take it, take it, take it!”

With one long, deep, rough thrust, a guttural moan ripped from her throat, making nothing less than a fucking mess in her boxers. Hot, creamy, sticky cum leaked out of her and onto the cotton, sticking to her puffy pussy. Her eyelids fluttered shut, toes curled, grunting loudly. She imagined filling up your womb with her essence, juices painting your insides, entire body spasming from the mere thought.

Your orgasm hit you like a speeding truck—fast and chaotic. Your head flew back, moaning out nothing but her name, riding out your orgasm slowly, taking in every twitch and mewl that she made as she watched you finish. Your juices spilled out of you and onto her undies, coating the dark red toy with a coat of pearly white, creampie cum.

Your upper body fell onto hers, panting and shuddering, attempting to catch your breath. “So,” You started in between pants, looking up to meet her eyes. “A mama, huh?”

Vi cleared her throat, scratching the back of her head as her cheeks lit up, trying to gain back her dominance. “Y-Yeah.” She suddenly smirked, a sparkle of mischief in her glassy irises. “You’d make a real pretty baby mama, you know.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you playfully pushed her face to the side. “Shut up, Vi!”

[wheres-mylove]

puppy love - modern!cregan stark x fem!reader

Summary: Searching for peace in a quiet town takes an unexpected turn when your neighbor’s dog decides you have to be his new best friend. One look at the neighbor and you’re totally fine with getting a two-for-one deal.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language!

Word count: 2.5k

A large painting of a wolf pack hung over the fireplace. (Y/N) stared at it, biting her lip.  

She wasn’t even sure she knew how to light the damn fire.

Was this whole thing a bad idea? Trading in her modern King’s Landing studio for a tiny house in Winterfell? A big city girl in a small town. Yeah, she might’ve officially lost her mind.

“I hope it’s to your liking, dear,” came the sharp but grounding voice of Mrs. Glover, snapping her back to reality. The elderly landlady was already fastening her fur coat.

“It’s... cozy,” she replied with her best smile. Didn’t want to admit to herself that she was feeling wildly out of place.

“Good.” Mrs. Glover nodded, satisfied. “Now, remember, once the snow hits, you’ll need to keep that fireplace going. Northern frost is a bitch.” She placed the house keys on the small wooden table. “Rent’s due by the tenth.”

“I’ll remember,” (Y/N) said quickly. “Thanks again for lowering the price.”

Mrs. Glover waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t even mention it. I’m in a hurry to get to Essos, and these silly umbrella cocktails are calling my name.”

The old woman paused at the door. “You sure you can handle moving everything in on your own? I have to head out, but the Stark boy lives just across the street. Strong lad, good arms, I’m telling ya. Handsome, too. He’d help, if you ask nicely.” She winked. “If I were only a few decades younger…”

“All good, ma’am,” (Y/N) cut in, her face heating up. “I don’t have much. A few boxes, really.”

“Well, if you say so, Miss Independent. Good luck!”

With that, Mrs. Glover disappeared with a screech of tires in her flaming red car, leaving (Y/N) standing alone in front of her new home.  

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She could absolutely do this. She’d unpack before sundown, get settled, and everything would be fine. Better than fine, even. This place was going to be a fresh start. An escape from the Big Disaster, also known as her last relationship.

She’d find the meaning of life in the wild North or however that saying went.

She was currently standing in front of her open trunk, debating what to take first. And then something licked her hand.

Slowly, she turned her head, still not fully registering what was happening, and met the gaze of big brown eyes belonging to a fluffy creature as black as the night. A light pink tongue paused halfway, as if waiting for her reaction.

“Oh, gods,” she whispered, frozen in place. “Are you a dog or a wolf? Please, be a dog. A friendly one.”

Her new friend barked in response and rolled onto its back in the universal gesture of please love me.

“You’re a dog,” she sighed in relief, dropping to her knees to give him a good belly rub. “A boy, huh? A beautiful one. But where did you come from?”

Animals don’t talk apparently. The girl glanced around instead. She’d left the gate open, sure, but he had to come from somewhere.

The dog let out a low grumble, tail thumping against the ground. She scratched his head, laughing softly. After a few minutes, he got up, shook off the dust, and placed one paw on her car.

“I’m moving into this house,” she informed him, picking up one of the smaller boxes from the trunk. She liked talking to pets, even though they couldn’t offer much in the way of conversation. “I’ve got a lot to do, but after that, we could—”

And just like that, the dog vanished as suddenly as he’d appeared. (Y/N) stood there, blinking at the empty yard.

“Bye?” she called out, shaking her head in disbelief. He probably went home.

She continued unpacking, but on her third trip to the car, she saw him again, this time with a tennis ball clamped between his teeth. He had so much hope in his eyes.

“Do you want to play?” she asked, amused. The moment she said the magic word, his ears perked up in excitement. “Where are you even from?”

She should have been unpacking. She knew that. But how could she say no to a cutie like him?

“Good boy!” (Y/N) laughed as the dog leapt into the air and caught the ball in his mouth, mid-throw.

“Excuse me, is he harassing you, lady?” she suddenly heard a low, masculine voice behind her.

The dog dropped the ball from his mouth, adopting a tragic, martyr-like expression.

She spun around, heart pounding, and found herself face-to-face with a man who looked like a classic Northern lord from the past. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark, wild hair and a beard that framed a strong jaw. He had these gray eyes that were both piercing and soft.

“He’s mine,” the stranger explained with a half-smile, clearly catching her staring.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to steal him, just so you know” (Y/N) finally spoke up, cheeks flushing. “He just... showed up. With the ball. So, I thought…”

Her awkward explanation was interrupted by his laugh, loud and kind.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t think you were kidnapping him,” he said, hands in his pockets. “I was just making sure he wasn’t bothering you. He must’ve jumped the fence. I saw you two from across the street.”

Ah. The young Stark. 

“No, not at all,” she reassured him, finally getting her words in order. “He’s well-behaved. What’s his name?”

The dark cloud of fur came closer and laid at her feet, cementing their new alliance.

The man hesitated for a moment. (Y/N) looked at him expectantly.

“Frosty,” he finally mumbled, looking at the ground.

It was the girl’s turn to laugh.

“You named this huge black wolf-ass looking creature Frosty?” she asked, scratching the dog behind his ears. He was absolutely delighted.

“He likes the cold,” Stark offered with a small shrug, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And you are…?”

“(Y/N). I’d shake your hand, but I’m doing something important. Nice to meet you though.” 

“Cregan,” he said, placing a hand over his heart with a grin. “Nice to meet you too. Frosty’s obviously on cloud nine. He’s usually not that trusting. Friendly with other dogs, sure, but picky with people. You must be special.”

Her heart swelled at those words. What an honor.

“He’s my first friend in Winterfell.”

Cregan smiled and looked at her car, noticing the boxes still inside.

“So, renting from Mrs. Glover?”

“Yeah, I just moved in from King’s Landing today.”

“City girl, yeah?” He whistled, leaning against the side of the car with a thoughtful look. “You’ve come a long way. But hey, I’m not complaining. We’re neighbors now. I live across the street.”

(Y/N) flashed a smile. “I’m not complaining either.”

“Please feel welcome to ask if you ever need anything. I’ll give you my number, just in case.”

Smooth, Cregan, smooth.

Rolling up his sleeves, Cregan walked over and hefted the biggest box out of the trunk like it was nothing.

“Now, let’s help you with that.”

That old hag was right. He had good arms.

The Northern frost was, indeed, a bitch.

But the warmth of the fire, the soft couch beneath her, and Frosty’s massive, fluffy body draped across her lap made the afternoon bearable. (Y/N)’s hand had long since gone numb from petting the dog, but his fur was addictive.

Her phone suddenly rang, breaking the peace. Frosty, naturally, didn’t move a bit. Not even a nuclear explosion could wake him.

Sighing, (Y/N) reached for her phone on the table, already knowing who it was. 

Helaena Targaryen.

“How’s the grass-touching and vet-seducing going?” came Helaena’s voice, sugary sweet and teasing, before she even had a chance to say hello.

“First of all, the grass is frozen solid,” she shot back, shifting slightly to keep her lap from completely losing circulation. “And second, again. There is no seducing happening.”

“Sure, smarty-pants. And you’re totally not babysitting his dog right now.”

“I mean,” the girl sighed with a reluctant smile. “said dog kind of invited himself here. And Cregan gave him a backpack full of snacks and toys, like he was dropping him off at daycare.”

He had also scolded him earlier for having dirty paws, saying that’s not how he raised him. The dog liked her, and she liked both him and his owner. Cregan turned out to be a veterinarian with a small clinic in town. He was working late today, so she had offered to look after his friend. Home office benefits.

Hel snorted loudly on the other end. “Oh my, he’s ridiculous. I love it. By the way, I did a tarot reading for you,” she announced, suddenly taking on a serious and spiritual tone. “The message is clear. Go after Cregan, let him chop wood and start the fire in your—”

(Y/N) groaned, facepalming. “You’ve got to stop. I’m not ready for this. And he’s just kind.”

“Kind of having a crush on you. You’re still hurting after that Gwayne situation, aren’t you?”

The mention of his name made her feel sick. “It’s not about him. I’m just... done with dating for a while.”

“Well, he was a moron,” Helaena said bluntly, her tone shifting from teasing to fierce in a heartbeat. “For the record, we all stopped talking to him. Aemond wanted to beat him up, but I told him karma would do the job.”

(Y/N) winced, though she appreciated Targaryens’ loyalty. “I’m tired of men.”

“You’re not tired of men,” Helaena corrected her. “You’re tired of idiots. Is Cregan an idiot?”

She knew he wasn’t.

“Hey, if you don’t make a move, I will.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Kidding. But please, please, for the love of gods, make him chop some wood for you.”

A strange noise woke her up.

It sounded like something was scratching at the front door. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes, groaning as she crawled out from under the warm blanket. A quick glance at the digital clock. 5:58 a.m. The sun hadn’t even thought about rising yet. The scratching persisted.

“If this is some kind of monster, I swear I’m not in the mood,” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep. Then came a familiar bark, and she frowned.

Frosty?

She cracked the door open, and sure enough, there on the porch stood Cregan’s dog, barely visible in the early morning gloom. Frosty barked again, hopped down the steps, and turned to look at her expectantly.

He wanted her to follow him.

“Hold on, buddy, let me grab my shoes,” she promised, her voice a mix of anxiety and sleepiness. She hurriedly slipped on her shoes, her mind racing. What if something had happened to Cregan? Was this a “dog leads the way to an emergency” situation? With a quick grab of her hoodie, she went after the dog. Frosty kept looking back at her to make sure she was keeping up.

In no time, they arrived at Cregan’s house. The door was slightly ajar, and her heart raced as she stepped inside.

“Cregan?” she called out hesitantly.

“Yeah?” came his voice from the right, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Cregan Stark stood by the kitchen counter, looking mildly confused with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. He was clad only in gray sweatpants, the silver wolf pendant around his neck glinting in the soft light.

“Are you okay?” she blurted out, still trying to catch her breath.

“Feeling great. Want some coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

(Y/N) pulled out a chair and plopped down, staring at Frosty, who was wagging his tail like he had just saved the day.

“Am I a joke to you?” Frosty tilted his head, giving her an innocent look. "He came to my door like some heroic rescue dog. I thought—” She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. “I thought something had happened to you. I figured you’d, I don’t know, passed out or something. I’m pretty sure I just aged ten years.”

Cregan cast a side glance at Frosty, lips twitching as he tried to keep a straight face. "Frosty, man, what’s the deal?” he asked the dog, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “This is not funny.”

“You really got that worried?” 

“Yes! And here you are, in perfect shape. Alive,” she muttered, her eyes trailing over his very much alive form, pausing on his very defined abs. “And half-naked. I might cry.”

That did it—Cregan turned away quickly, but she saw the grin he was trying to hide as he moved to make her coffee.

“Should I put on a shirt?” he asked, a little more serious now, glancing back over his shoulder. “If it bothers you.”

“No, you’ve got some nice muscles on your back,” she blurted out without thinking. Frosty rested his head on her knee, looking up at her with his big eyes. “And you,” she added, giving the dog a playful glare, “are lucky you’re cute.”

Cregan placed the mug in front of her.

“Thanks for the compliment,” he said with a smirk.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she replied, feeling the tension melt a little.

Cregan sat across from her, watching her for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You look good,” he said finally, sounding genuine. “Want some breakfast?”

Suddenly, it hit her. She was here, no makeup, hair a mess, and still in her pajama pants. She cringed, remembering her earlier comment about his fucking back.

“Uh, no, I’m good,” she mumbled, suddenly self-conscious.

“Dinner, then? Later. With me. I know a place. If you’d like, of course,” Cregan suggested quickly, his tone slightly tentative.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. Was he... blushing?

“Are you asking me out?”

He let out a soft laugh. “I’ve been trying to ask you out since the first time I saw you. Not sure if you noticed,” he admitted. Just then, Frosty went up to him and nudged the owner’s hand with his nose. “Oh, great, emotional support,” Cregan muttered, scratching the dog’s head affectionately.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he echoed, hopeful.

“Yes,” she affirmed, her heart racing. “Just let me know what time, and I’ll dress up.”

He flashed her that charming grin, but then his expression shifted. “I’ve got an appointment with a chihuahua that bites people. I’m actually not sure if I’m gonna make it.”

She liked him so much.

“Do you think it’d be alright if I kissed you before the date, Cregan?” 

“Oh, please do,” Stark replied, voice and expression desperate.

Without overthinking it, she ended up sitting on his lap, being kissed like there was no tomorrow. Held by the strongest pair of arms that were also so gentle.

Frosty placed an approving paw on Cregan’s leg.

Well done, human.

[wayward-dreamer]

Keep Them On

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x F!Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You simply can't resist the sight of Joel in those glasses.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, smut: dirty talk, unspecified legal age gap, daddy kink (it just happened what can I say), dry humping (briefly), use of 'slut', pet names (darlin', sweetheart, baby), v fingering, hair pulling, handjob, Joel jerking it while fingering reader but she takes over, nipple play, pussy pronouns. Reader described with female anatomy, no use of y/n.

A/N: I was meant to start this right as that first photo of our man in glasses came out, but I only just got around to it. Which is probably good cause I got to use another one from the episode. This was inspired from @millersdoll's post, and spiralled from there. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this! <3

You sighed in relief as you stepped through the door, blocking out the cold as you slammed it shut. You leaned against the wood, instantly feeling the warmth of the house against your icy cheeks. Stripping yourself of your gloves, scarf and thick jacket you hung them up near the entrance, kicking your boots against the wall to dislodge the snow before you slipped them off. Even with being inside for just a few seconds, you felt yourself warming up. Thank God Joel and Tommy had gotten the heat working in this old place. You couldn’t wait to just sit on the couch and relax now that your patrol shift was over.

As you walked further into your home and under the arch into the living area, you stopped in your tracks as you took in the sight in front of you. The temperature in the room suddenly felt too much.

Joel sat at the dining table, a mess of tools in front of him as he was hunched over working on something, a pair of black framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He lifted his head when he heard you come in, pushing them up slightly and that was enough for you to squeeze your thighs together.

“That’s a good look for you,” you complemented, sauntering over to him.

“Oh, me lookin’ like an old man’s doin’ it for ya?” he asked, his Southern drawl accompanying his deep timbre.

“Definitely,” you muttered as you stood beside him.

You leaned down, lightly pecking his soft lips before teasing the bottom one with a nip of your teeth, a small groan escaping him at the sensation. He pulled away, giving you the best stern look he could muster. The man could never stay angry at you for long because you had a way of making him fold very quickly.

“Don’t start something now, darlin’,” he warned, as he leaned back in his chair. “I gotta meet Tommy, the fence line needs fixin’.”

You hummed as you rested your hands on his broad shoulders. “You can give it a few minutes, right?”

He settled his own larger, calloused hands over your hips as he raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna have to deal with him then when he comes lookin’ for me. Or be the one to face Maria’s wrath.”

A mischievous smirk pulled at your lips as you looked down at him, taking in the grey streaks through his dark curls, the salt and pepper flecks of his beard and those damn glasses. There was no way you were letting him leave before he did all the things that drove you crazy. Your legs moved to either side of his thighs, and slowly, teasingly, you straddled his lap. Your gaze locked with his as your hands moved up to cup his face, leaning into him without ever looking away. You felt a shiver run up your spine as his hands slipped under the hem of your green plaid shirt that once belonged to him, thumbs hooking lightly into the waistband of your jeans.

“She’s my best friend, I think it’ll be fine,” you whispered against his mouth. “And your brother can wait…”

Your lips meet Joel’s in a searing kiss, neither of you wasting any more time as your arms wrapped around him. You shifted against him, wanting to be as close as possible with clothes the only barrier between you. A small moan left you as his tongue danced with yours, his hands sliding over the skin of your lower back, exposed from where your shirt rode up. He grunted a little as your hips rolled against him once more, and then again, the denim of both of your jeans rubbing together and causing a delicious friction. His eyes fluttered open, suddenly blinded by the fog over his lenses which had him pulling away, despite your whine in protest. He reached up and pulled his glasses off, trying to drop them on the table behind you. Before he could, you moved your hands around your back and took them out of his hands, biting your lip as you looked deep into his eyes, placing the frames back on, your fingers curling behind his ears and slipping into his soft curls.

“Keep them on,” you demanded, lightly tugging at his hair. It was the only level of control he would let you get away with.

“Fuck,” he groaned, lips brushing over your chin. “Love it when my good girl gets a little dirty…”

A wanton moan escaped you as your lips fused with his again, the kiss rougher than it was before as you gripped the strands tight between your fingers. You could feel how quickly his cock became hard, straining against the denim as you continued to grind down on him, his hands aiding the sensual roll of your hips. You were equally worked up, feeling your inner walls clench around nothing and your arousal wet the lace of your panties. His lips moved down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin as he kept his hands on you, guiding your movements. A surprised gasp fell from your lips as he lifted his hips to meet yours, feeling the curve of his bulge right up against you, making you move a little harder.

“Look at you, darlin’,” he rasped, smirking up at you. “So desperate for me, aren’t ya?”

A breathy ���yeah” was your only response along with the sinful rocking of your hips against him. You had barely even done anything yet, but between the glasses, his touch and his Southern drawl that always had you squirming, you knew he was going to wreck you. He held you tight, his mouth continuing its path down, a frustrated growl leaving him as your shirt remained in the way of his insatiable need for you. His glasses fogged up again, making him pull away briefly to allow them to clear up on their own. He took that time to gaze into your eyes, loving the way your mouth hung open in bliss from the pleasure he was bringing you.

“So desperate to feel daddy’s cock you have to grind on me like a little slut, huh?”

“Joel, p-please,” you whimpered, holding onto him as you kept shifting your covered mound over the tented denim. “I-I need-”

“Oh, I know what you need, sweetheart,” he said, a fierce glint in his brown eyes. “You’re just not gonna get it right now.”

“But—” you were about to protest but he cut you off.

“No buts, darlin’. You know I gotta be somewhere, that’s why I told you not to start anything,” he stated, one hand leaving your hip and making its way to the button of your jeans. “I’ll tell you what though, if you’re a real good girl and cum on daddy’s fingers right now… then you can have my cock tonight.”

He flicked the button open and pulled the zipper down, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he saw your eyes widen. His hand slid inside, a low moan escaping you as his fingers moved over the lace of your panties, now completely soaked from the intensity of your movement against him.

“So wet just from this, so needy just for me,” he husked, his nose nuzzling along your jaw.

The thick digits slipped past the band of your underwear and along the seam of your pussy, eliciting a high pitched cry from you. You threw your head back as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the stretch of your walls around his fingers as he dipped two of them into your wet heat. No matter how many times you had found yourself in this very situation, it never failed to knock you off your axis. He leaned forward, his lips and tongue working down the column of your neck, making you grip onto his greying strands harder, pulling him closer if that were even possible.

“Joel,” you moaned, biting your lip as you lifted your head and looked down at him.

He huffed a small laugh as he watched you, knowing exactly what you wanted but continuing to withhold it from you. He was painfully hard by now, the fabric of his jeans pulled tight against his cock, but his only focus was you as his fingers slid back and forth inside you, feeling your arousal coating them. Your hips jerked forward as he maintained the steady rhythm, biting down on your lip as you felt him reaching that sweet spot inside you that only he had ever managed to find and successfully bring you complete euphoria. As they continued to move within you, you rocked against him and met the thrust of his fingers with your own.

“That’s it, darlin’, keep grinding down on me just like that,” he said, his breath ghosting over your lips. “Such a good girl, takin’ my fingers so well.”

“Joel, fuck… r-right there,” you cried out.

“Yeah? You love it when daddy takes care of you, don’t ya?” he asked, letting his beard scratch against your skin.

“Yeah, daddy,” you sighed, nodding in emphasis. “Love it so much.”

“She’s drippin’ for me, ain’t she, darlin’?” he smirked, unbothered by the fog on top of his lenses. “Squeezing around these fingers so tight, fuck.”

You glanced down and saw the way his hand began to shift faster, a sound somewhere between a squeal and a whimper leaving you as you gripped onto his shoulders. You leaned your forehead against his, your hands sliding down his jacket and reaching between your bodies to caress the bulge of his jeans.

“Daddy,” you purred, staring deep into his eyes. Your voice was low, dripping with the sweetness you know he couldn’t resist from you. “Let me take care of you, too…”

He hummed, almost as if he had considered it before he grasped your wrist and flicked it away. He wasn’t letting you get away with it this time. “Hands off, baby. You don’t get daddy’s cock until he says you can have it.”

“But–”

“There’s that ‘but’, again,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You wanna make those hands useful?”

You nodded eagerly in response, waiting for him to say something.

“Unbutton your shirt,” he ordered.

You leaned back slightly, keeping your eyes on his, framed by the rectangular lenses, as you pulled at the top button of your plaid shirt. You slowly unbuttoned all of them, letting the shirt fall open to reveal the black lace bra that covered the exquisite curve of your breast. His other hand drifted up the smooth skin of your stomach, gently cupping over one and pulling the lace down, his calloused thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple into a stiff peak. He sped up his fingers inside you, laying his forehead against your chest and leaving soft kisses along your skin, the gentleness a contrast to the way he was bringing you closer to your release. He shifted you against him, pulling you in tight and taking your hard nipple between his lips, his tongue moving in slow circles around the bud. Your own hands combed through his hair as you rested your temple on top of his head, not wanting him to move even an inch away from you.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against you. “Wanna see you fall apart on my fingers.”

He could feel how close you were, your walls clenching around his fingers with every thrust, and he knew he needed his own release too if he was ever going to make it through the task ahead with his brother. You heard the clink of his belt opening, the zip on his jeans coming down quickly as he reached in and pulled out his hard, throbbing cock that was leaking with pre-cum. The sight of it had you mewling as you licked your lips, desperate to feel it in any way he would allow. He dropped some of his saliva into his large hand before he took hold of it, matching the hurried pace of his other hand as he slid it back and forth along the shaft.

With each second that passed, your moans grew louder, enough for you not to care if anyone outside heard, his hands sped up not only within your tight canal but over his pulsing girth, and your kisses became frenzied, rough and carnal as you both grew closer to that blissful end. Your hips faltered as they continued to grind against him, your own hands grasping for any part of him to hold onto, to anchor you down before you fell off the edge. You saw the frantic jerk of his hand around his cock and reached for him once more.

“Joel,” you whispered, your eyes locked on his. “Let me…”

He chuckled lightly, his gaze taking in all your beautiful features. “Just can’t control yourself, huh? Well, go on then, darlin’. Use that hand and give me a little preview of what that sweet pussy’s gonna do to this cock tonight.”

You practically squealed as your hand drifted down and took over from his, collecting some of your saliva in your mouth before letting it drop down over his length. You matched the same pace as before, your hand sliding back and forth, twisting over the head every time you moved up and pulling a wrecked groan from him. You smiled briefly before your eyes snapped closed, his fingers pressing into that spot with every thrust, causing your walls to contract around him.

“Fuck, I-I’m so close,” you moaned, your hand faltering around him slightly.

His voice cracked, low and rough as he was drawing closer to the edge too. “Let go, sweetheart, that’s it, cum on daddy’s fingers.”

Your lips met with his as the wave of pleasure that was coursing through you finally crashed, ripping your mouth away as you cried out his name, your wet heat gripped around him like a vice and coating his fingers in your juices. With a few more tugs of your hand against his cock, he gritted out a string of expletives through his teeth, spurts of his seed rolling over your skin. Harsh breaths and little moans were all you could hear as you both came down from the delirious high. Joel leaned back in his chair, taking in the sight of you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he saw you in the state he thought you were the most stunning. Completely and utterly ravished by him.

“You did so good, darlin’, so fucking beautiful when you cum like that” he muttered against your lips.

You hummed, unable to speak just yet as you leaned in, kissing him softly. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, a sharp hiss coming from you as you felt the loss of him. His intense gaze through his glasses didn’t waver from you, as he slipped one finger into your mouth, smirking as you sucked and moaned at the taste of yourself. He pulled it out with a wet pop, taking the other one between his own lips and groaning as your arousal rolled over his tongue. He removed it and met you halfway in a searing kiss, both of you relishing the taste of you on each other’s lips.

Three sharp, sudden knocks at the door startled both of you to pull away.

“Joel, get a move on! Let’s go!”

“Fucking Tommy,” he muttered, shaking his head as he looked back at you with a lift of his brow. “See? Told ya he’d come knockin’.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully as you fixed your bra and buttoned yourself back up. “Duty calls.”

He reached for the cloth kept on the table and wiped your hand and the rest of his mess away before he tucked himself back in place, zipping up and adjusting his belt again. Despite his brother’s urgency, he made no attempt to move you off so he could get up.

“Two hours, tops,” he promised, his voice low and teasing. “Then I’m all yours, darlin’.”

Biting your lip, you pushed the black frames up the bridge of nose, pecking the tip of it before you slid off his lap, standing up on shaky legs. He stood up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a passionate kiss, one that held all the possibilities of what was to come later.

“I’m holding you to it.”

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[orphicsun]

Finding old man Eugene’s porn with Ellie..

Warnings: dub-con (reader and Ellie are high), smoking, mentions of porn, sexual tension, fingering (r! receiving), sloppy make-outs, Astrid is just a mention from one of the tlou patrol logs so I included her for fun idk

Word count: 1.6k

Your hands are frigid and almost numb even through your gloves. The snow from outside is only falling tenfold, and you’re lucky to have found shelter at all. You watch as Ellie ties Shimmer up nearby and turns to you, and you’re surprised she isn’t all teeth-chattering and “brrr.” The girl has way too much tolerance for the elements compared to you, who is currently freezing.

“You said you’ve been in here before?” Ellie inquires, and you nod. It’s true that you’re familiar with the creek trails; many times have you and Cat been on horseback and on foot through the town East, along the water stream that is probably now all frozen over.

You lead Ellie downstairs and without much words, you begin to scavenge around for supplies. You know what’s common here - ammo, rations, all the basics. You know that this is more than a simple scavenge-and-go, though. There’s practically a blizzard outside, and you know that at least the generator set up in case of emergencies is visible. 

You begin to power up the generator with a few clean spins. Last patrol, Astrid taught you how to crank the handle without nearly breaking it. The thing’s a little rusty with disuse since it has been a while since the temperature has called for winter weather, so it takes more arm power than usual. When the generator finally roars to life, you sigh in relief and try to find Ellie, who is more than likely still going through ammo cases. 

You find her at a door that’s closed off from the main area. She notices your presence, turning to you with a question. “Ever been this far?”

“Nah. The only person who’s ever been down there is Eugene.”

“Shall we?” Her smile is roguish. 

You nod. “There’s no telling what is even down there.”

With a little turn of the door handles (which were slightly stiff), the door is open and the sight before you is not a room but a staircase. Ellie peers down into it.

“Let’s be cautious, it may need to be cleared out.”

The sight before you is not a horde of clickers but instead a one that makes Ellie mutter out a “holy shit…” and you agree; holy shit is right. Dead marujana plants are all over the room, and there’s a small television next to a stained couch, stacks of vcr tapes in a pile on the floor.

“Well, I think we should take a much-deserved break.” You say with a smile that reminds Ellie of a kid on Christmas morning, quickly padding over to the tapes to find something worth watching. Ellie approaches as well, but she raises an eyebrow at your jaw being practically on the floor now.

“What?-” Ellie starts, but then she catches a glimpse of the tape cover. There are two women completely naked and a comically large title reading “Sorority Sisters.” She sputters out a laugh, “Eugene’s porn collection?”

“What the fuck?! I just wanted something like The Matrix, I-” Ellie’s face makes you realize that she is truly considering it- watching a porn together. You and Ellie were only friends, wasn’t that weird?

“Oh, don’t give me that look. It’ll be funny. Do we have anything better to do trapped in the middle of a blizzard?”

You sigh and relent. As much as it makes your stomach feel all hot and weird at the thought of watching bad porn with Ellie, you don’t have any better ideas. “Fine. But only if we can find something to smoke down here as well.”

You and Ellie aren’t as far apart as you should be. The film has been playing on the low quality television in front of you for only the past 20 minutes, and there’s still another 30 to go. Your body feels all warm inside from the weed, and Ellie’s thigh is brushing up against yours as the two of you sit next to each other on the couch. The two of you are out of your jackets and are in just pants and a t-shirt, the heat from the generator fully enveloping the air. The blizzard is all but forgotten. You know that you should put some distance between you and Ellie, that this could have consequences. You’ve already fucked up. You’re supposed to be on patrol, for fuck’s sake. Not watching two college girls eat each other out on a grainy screen and take occasional hits to an old joint, but here you are.

This shouldn’t be turning you on as much as it is. With someone like Cat or Dina, you would be laughing and making jokes about the exaggerated moans. With Ellie next to you, her gorgeous face lit up by the television light, you are both silent. 

And then her fingers skim over your thigh. Just slightly, but enough for you to notice. You’re losing your composure, your breathing heavier. You can feel the moment your panties become soaked. There is an unbearable heat in your lower stomach, and suddenly, it’s as if every little thing you notice about the moment surrounds you at once. You can mainly only smell the weed, but being so close to Ellie means that her crisp scent fills your nose and apparently turns you on even more. Her body heat makes you want to forget that she’s just a friend. Each (stupidly loud) moan echoing in the room from the porno even makes you clench, just because you’re aware Ellie is right next to you and you’re watching this together. 

Before you can even process it, Ellie’s hand is sliding between your thighs, massaging your inner left thigh. You feel a familiar heat pool within your belly. 

Her voice is low, just an intimate, raspy whisper in your ear that nobody else would ever be able to hear, “you can tell me to stop.”

You should tell her to stop. You should swat her hand away and tell her to keep her paws off of you. But.. you don’t. Instead, you let out an exhale, a shaky and bewildered sound before guiding her hand right between your legs. She can’t touch you properly through the stiff fabric of your jeans, but she has no intentions of rushing things. Ellie is a damn tease, distracting you by leaning down and skimming chapped lips over the sensitive skin of your neck. The breaths she takes are short and the exhales are hot against your skin, making you shudder. Her fingers are firmly rubbing over your clit through the fabric of your denim jeans. 

“Such a damn tease,” you scold, but you’re already slightly moving your hips for more friction. 

Ellie smiles against your pulse, barely sinking her teeth into the skin to make you gasp, then pulling away to laugh. “But you know you love it.” 

You can’t deny it, so you grow silent, letting her continue to play with you as if you’re a puppet pulled by strings, the major string being your pussy. Ellie knows you so fucking well, it’s almost uncanny. That is how it has always been, though. Ellie has always been able to read you like an open book. She knows your favorite things, she knows that she is your favorite person, she knows when to tell you stupid puns and insult you and when to put a comforting hand on your shoulder and wipe away your tears. Now, without ever touching you so intimately before, she just knows how to make you beg for more. 

“Ellie, please..” You plead, and the heightened pitch doesn’t go unnoticed by Ellie. She pulls away from her work on your neck to leave a soft kiss on your jawline, trailing up to your ear. 

“Tell me that you want more, and I’ll fuck you right here.” She doesn’t sound like your usual Ellie, instead raspy and so serious. You know that this isn’t a prank. All you want to hear is that voice telling you filthy things while she fucks you, and just like that, the porno in the background is washed out. 

“I want you to fuck me.” 

You’re whining, your head laid back on the couch with your legs spread out wide for her. Your jeans are on the floor, your underwear pooled around your ankles with the haste that Ellie used to be able to fuck you. Her fingers are drilling so deeply into your cunt, nearly making it impossible to hold on longer. Once she had you naked, she didn’t feel the urge to tease.

“Fingers so deep in this cunt, and you’re still begging for more,” she laughs at the way your walls clench in response and your whines are just as loud as the girls on tv who are long forgotten. 

“Ellie, fuck- I dunno how long I can hold on…I wanna cum so bad, please, please-” You’re quickly cut off by your own cry when Ellie curls her fingers up into your g-spot, her thumb padding at your clit to only heighten the sensation. She knows you so well. How does she know the way you like it, the way you touch yourself when you’re alone in your bedroom at night.The way your palm brushes against your clit as you finger your drenched hole? The fact that you grip the sheets with your free hand and moan her name? 

“Shh, c’mon, baby. I’ve got you, just cum for me.” She coos in your ear, slipping in a third finger and stretching you out so nicely, filling you up so good and then she’s stroking your walls- 

Your orgasm hits not in waves, but instead like a pulse, beating and Ellie can feel the way you flutter, she can feel the way your clit beats against the calloused, wet pad of her thumb. Your thighs instinctively close her in, you can’t beat to feel her pull out until this onslaught of pure star-striking pleasure is over. Her free hand turns your face towards her and she swallows up your moans in a sloppy kiss, her tongue fucking into your mouth lazily and sensually. 

The moments after are sweaty and sweet. She lay next to you across the couch, one of her arms underneath your body so that she can keep a hand wrapped around your waist. Everything is beautiful and so warm, like a fever dream. Your high is still on-going, and you wonder how this could ever end. 

When Jesse’s voice rings through the building, it does end.

[gf2bellamy]

how do you think dad spencer would deal with all his hygiene phobias with a kid ?? personally picturing him putting on a brave face and telling himself its fine when his daughter pulls on her rain boots and asks him to jump in muddy puddles with her (but internally hes freaking out and planning to spend like 2 hours in the shower afterwards)

this kind of turned into a drabble. i love girldad!spencer too much

spencer definitely puts on a brave face.

that’s his instinct especially around his daughter. and he knows, logically, that dirt isn’t always dangerous. he knows germs are part of life.

but none of that knowledge prepares him for the moment his daughter tugs on his hand and points with excitement at a huge puddle on the sidewalk.

“daddy, let’s jump!”

his brain short-circuits. bacteria. parasites. the idea of her catching a cold. he bites the inside of his cheek, hard and takes a breath. at first, his concern is completely about her. he kneels down, trying to redirect.

“hey, honey, look over there. that’s a robin’s nest, see the bird?”

but she’s not even looking. her eyes are still locked on that brown puddle. he hesitates, then sighs and lets go of her hand.

“okay. just be careful,” he manages.

she squeals in delight and jump into the puddle. spencer flinches when a drop of muddy water lands directly on his pants. he tries not to show it. smiles through clenched teeth.

his stomach is doing somersaults, but her laughter is worth it. she’s happy. she’s safe. that’s what matters.

but then she turns. “daddy, come on! jump with me!”

his heart actually stops. “oh, uh—no, that’s okay, you go ahead, i'm just gonna watch—”

“daddy,” she says again, tugging at his hand, bottom lip poking out in a pout that’s both manipulative and completely innocent. she's stubborn just like him.

he swallows hard. internally he’s screaming. crying. calculating the bacteria count per square inch of street water.

but she’s smiling at him like he hung the moon. so he steps forward.

one boot, then the other, and then he jumps. a weak little hop, barely a splash. but it counts. she laughs so hard she almost falls over.

she grabs his hand and demands they do it again. and again. and again.

and for a while his daughter's giggles drown out the panic. he still hates how wet his socks feel. still cringes every time the cold water soaks up higher on his pants.

but he’s laughing now, too. just a little.

by the time they get home, his daughter is yawning and dragging her boots. as soon as they walk inside and he sees the mud streaked across his legs, that’s when the reality slams back in.

“okay, bath time,” he says quickly, voice pitched high. “for me. i mean.”

before you can even ask him if he had fun, he’s gone, practically sprinting to the bathroom, peeling off clothes on the way. you call after him, but all you get is a shouted, “i’m okay! i’m okay!” followed by the sound of the shower on full blast.

you blink, confused until you look down and see the trail of wet footprints and two soaked, dirty boots. your daughter is grinning up at you, soaked from the knees down, her curls frizzy from the rain.

“what did you do to daddy?” you ask, laughing softly as you kneel to unzip her coat.

“he jumped in the puddles with me,” she says proudly. “he was so good at it!”

you smile, heart warm. “i’m sure he was.”

meanwhile, in the bathroom, spencer is scrubbing like a man possessed. there are three different soaps in rotation. he’s mentally cataloging every spot where water hit him.there’s a little voice in his head whispering that he’ll probably need to disinfect his shoes and maybe even the doorknob.

but underneath all the panic, there’s a flicker of joy.

because despite the dirt and the germs, he made his daughter laugh. and he’ll do it again tomorrow if she asks.

[errriiie]

Let me see ya move

jackieshauna x fem!reader minors DNI, all characters are 18 y.o

TW: smut, poly relationships, shauna shipman, jealousy, OOC extra tags: fem!reader, y/n mentions, porn with so-little-plot, jealous sex, sharing is caring, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! giving), spanking, degrading (not much but still), praising, dirty talk, rough all the way until the end, sweet in the end :з word count: 3.5k proofread english is not writer's first language! You had been in a relationship with Jackie and Shauna for a few months now. You were enjoying it, and if you closed your eyes, your poly relationship was perfect. You liked them both, too, but there was a catch - you didn't quite know when to draw the line. Then Jackie and Shauna had to do it for you.

You said you'd step away "to pour some punch." Jackie and Shauna were fine with that - you want a drink? Well, they'd be there to haul your drunken body back to Shauna's car and take you home to sleep it off. When you're with your girls, you don't have to worry about anything, after all.

But you weren't back for a minute. Or two. Or five. That's when they started to worry.

"Where is she? I don't see her, do you, Shauna?" Jackie's eyes hawk-eyed, scanning the crowd around her, trying to sound loud enough to be heard over the throngs of school kids chattering away at this party.

"I don't think I see her," she mutters, her eyes darkening as she senses something is wrong. "No normal person spends five minutes pouring themselves a fucking punch."

"So we're thinking the same thing, Shauna?" Jackie asks dully, getting up from the couch. Just to clarify.

"Looks like it." Shauna replies, standing up. Her arm flings over Jackie's shoulder to keep her close. They walk through the crowd, Shauna looking menacing enough and Jackie looking serious enough that people make way for them as soon as they see them. Luckily (probably for you) they find you quickly. You were talking to some... girl? Jackie frowned. They don't even know who she is! Some no-name girl was talking to you. Oh, it was driving them crazy.

Jackie came up to you first, frowning and breathing through her nose, and Shauna followed.

"Hey," Jackie smiled falsely, finding your hand and taking a firm grip on your elbow. "So this is where you are and we've been waiting for you. Have you been pouring yourself a punch for so long? Or are you doing something else?" she asks, looking at you almost murderously.

Your heart sinks because you don't like that look. "Oh, I was just chatting with Jess," you smile shyly, "Here's Jess, by the way."

Jess smiles tightly, clearly unhappy that her opportunity for a quickie just disappeared.

"Hi... Jess." Jackie tries not to grind her teeth. Shauna doesn't even say hello, her eyes boring another hole into the damn bitch's head. "Anyway, come on, baby. We need to talk to you about something."

"Uh, okay? Bye, Jess." You wave awkwardly before letting Jackie drag you away from Lottie's mansion. You suspected something. Jackie leads you by the hand in front, squeezing it almost painfully, and Shauna is right behind you, burning you with her brown eyes.

"Why are we leaving? It's still early! It's not even midnight, and I haven't had a drink yet." You asks sadly as you three walk to Shauna's car. The car door slams shut with a metallic clang that makes your teeth rattle. Jackie shoves you into the backseat with uncharacteristic roughness, her perfect manicure digging crescent moons into your wrist. Shauna revs the engine hard enough to make the entire car vibrate, her knuckles bone-white around the steering wheel.

"Midnight?" Jackie hisses, climbing in after you. Her lipstick smears slightly from how hard she's biting her lower lip. "You think this is about curfew, Y/N?"

Shauna peels out of Lottie's driveway, gravel spraying. The radio blasts Hole's Violet at max volume. You feel Shauna's eyes burning through the rearview mirror - not the warm caramel gaze that melts when you wear her flannels, but something feral. Jackie's fingers suddenly cup your jaw, forcing you to meet her eyes. Her thumb presses hard against your bottom lip. "That girl's tongue was practically down your throat!" she whispers, breath hot and uneven against your ear. "You gonna let anyone taste what's ours?"

You sigh, taken aback by Jackie's reaction. You already knew she was jealous - of course you did, but usually she just pouted and sulked until you made it up to her with pretty promises and kisses and more. But now she seemed more persistent than she'd ever been with you. "But that's not true, she didn't do anything..." you muttered, trying to protect the remnants of your pride that were seeping through your fingers.

The car swerves as Shauna takes a turn too fast, her voice cutting through the music's snarl: "Seatbelt her, Jax. Now."

Jackie's free hand snakes across your hips, yanking the frayed belt across your lap with a violent click. Her other hand remains clamped on your face, rubbing your cheek in a halting, rather sharp motion. "We're not mad," she lies through clenched teeth, pupils blown wide. "We just need to... remind you." You don't quite understand what this is all about. You're starting to fidget with the tension now, restrained by your seatbelt, and you're trying to avoid your girlfriends' eyes. "I... you think I was flirting with Jess? I didn't!" Some small realization finally dawns on you. "She just asked me what I was doing here, and she said my dress was nice, and we just talked for a while. That's all. Jackie, I would never..." you trail off, "You can't be serious."

The engine dies with a shudder that runs through the car's steel frame. Shauna's door flies open.

"Serious?" Jackie barks a laugh that cracks like thin ice, unbuckling your seatbelt with a violent yank. "You let her breathe on you. Smile at you. Take up space that's marked!"

Shauna's hands clamp around your waist from behind before your sneakers hit gravel. Her teeth find the juncture of your neck and shoulder - not a bite, but the threat of one. "Walk," she growls against your skin, steering you toward the darkened colonial house.

Jackie slams the front door so hard a framed soccer trophy crashes downstairs. "You think we don't see?" Her voice climbs octaves with each step up the staircase, nails digging into your arm. "How they look at you? How you blush when they-"

Shauna kicks her bedroom door open, moonlight slicing across the yellowjacket banners on her walls. Her hands spin you roughly, back hitting the wall hard enough to knock breath from your lungs. "Ouch," you sigh. Then Shauna's grip immediately loosens, and her eyes briefly flicker with worry before she hides it. She obviously overdid it a bit, but she'll apologize to you later.

"Lesson time," Shauna murmurs. The captain's hands frame your face with terrifying gentleness.

"You belong here," Jackie whispers, thumb pressing your lower lip. "Not in some skank's mouth at a party. You know we love you, right, baby? And Shauna and I hate it when that happens. If you don't get enough, we'll make it up to you double, but don't do that."

Shauna vibrates against your collarbone as her hands slide up your thighs. "Let's make sure you remember.» You breathe anxiously. You knew your girlfriends' ways - you knew they could be like this if they wanted to. It was important to them to let you know that the three of you belonged equally to each other. And that it couldn't be any other way, but you really didn't think you were being flirted with! Although it was obvious. She was constantly staring at your pretty breasts and trying to undress you with her eyes. You saw it, but chose to ignore it. You weren't exactly sure why, but you weren't that stupid, obviously. Jackie and Shauna wouldn't like you if you were a complete idiot.

So you just lean your back against the wall, as if it could save you, and look at the floor in shame instead of at your girlfriends. "I... I'm sorry about this. I really don't know why someone always tries to flirt with me," you admit, "But I love you both." "Oh sweetheart," Jackie's sweetness undercut by the way her hands untie the ties of your dress, "you don't get to play naive with us." Her thumb swipes roughly across your cheekbone, smearing the tear you didn't realize had fallen. "We've seen that look a hundred times - the way their eyes drop to your tits, that stupid little smirk they give when they think they've got a chance." Shawna’s eyes darken as her hands slide up your sides possessively. "Should've seen your face," she growls, calloused fingers finding the hem of your dress. "All wide eyes and bitten lips while that bitch mentally undressed you." The fabric tears slightly as she yanks it upward, cold air hitting your thighs. You feel uncomfortable in your clothes - they even bothered to take off your favorite party dress completely, although, knowing them, they probably did it on purpose. "Like you didn't fucking know."

Jackie’s teeth graze your jugular as Shauna's palm slaps your bare thigh, the sting making you jump.

Shauna's teeth replace Jackie's at your neck, biting hard enough to bruise as her hand snakes between your legs. "First lesson," she growls against your skin, fingers pressing insistently through damp cotton. "You don't stand there looking like fucking dessert unless you want to get eaten."

"I d-don't want to be eaten-" you mumble, stumbling, your breath almost catching from so many insistent touches. You find it hard to stand against the wall, wanting to move onto something soft, but you don't think you've earned it yet. "I don't want anyone but you, I'm so sorry..." you mumble, sighing and twitching as Shauna's fingers brush against your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. Your hips jerk instinctively, wanting more. Jackie's lips brush your temple as she pins your wrists above your head, her voice honeyed poison. "Shhh, baby, we know," she murmurs, her hands sloppily running down your chest, groping at your hard nipples. “But your body is such a fucking liar.” She helps one of your thighs stay in the position Shauna wants.

Shauna's growl vibrates through your skirt as she rips your panties sideways. "Should've worn the ones we bought you," she snarls, calloused thumb spreading you open. "The black lace with our initials." Her finger trails up, stopping just above your clit. "This cotton shit's for strangers." “Look at me,” Jackie demands, tilting your chin up, "You're so cute right now. You're so loyal and good, aren't you? I never doubt you, baby..." "Don't praise her too soon," Shauna interrupts sharply, turning to you, "Do you think we like being this crazy?" Her finger circles your clit roughly, making you wetter. "You make us animals."

The bed creaks as Shauna suddenly yanks you down onto it, forcing your back to meet the softness of Shauna's mattress. Shauna's bed was always soft, and you took great pleasure in sleeping on it when the three of you had sleepovers, letting Jackie get in the middle. "Second lesson," she rasps, shoving two fingers deep without warning. Her other hand smacks your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "You come when we say." Jackie straddles your face, trembling as she peels her lace aside. "Clean up your mess," she whimpers, nothing sweet left in her voice now. Her thighs clamp your ears as Shauna's palm muffles your moans, fingers curling cruel and perfect inside you.

You felt like you were being torn apart. Okay, it was intense - sex with your girlfriends was often like that, especially when they were both in a good mood, but you still weren't used to this tension in the room just because of you and what you did. You really loved the attention, yes. You were very attractive and it was just something you had to accept - girls loved you and looked at you.

But still, you always wanted attention only from Shauna and Jackie. And it was sincere. You just maybe sometimes didn't know how to ask for it. And then you began to unconsciously use the attraction of others to you as a crutch. True, you didn't know if you could do it, but... some ideas pay off.

You moan into Jackie's pussy as your hips tremble from Shauna's fingers inside you, filling all your wet space. You don't take your submissive and mistake-licking gaze off Jackie's eyes, confusedly watching how exactly she squirms on your face, using your tongue as a means of self-satisfaction and how hard she squeezes your head with her thighs. You want to cum so much, but Shauna has forbidden it: and you can't even utter a word, since your mouth will be busy until Jackie is completely sated with you. Jackie's moans pitch higher, her thighs trembling like violin strings against your temples. "That's it, Y/N," she gasps, fingers twisting in your hair as she grinds down harder. "Take your apology right from the s-source..." Her hips stutter, flooding your tongue as she comes with a shattered cry. But when she collapses back against the headboard, her touch turns tender—thumb brushing your spit-slick chin, voice syrupy with false sympathy. "Poor thing. All that work and you're still dripping."

Shauna's fingers curl upward, pressing that sweet spot that makes your vision blur. "Think she's learned yet?" she growls against the shell of your ear, palm smacking your ass again when you buck against her hand. The yellowjacket poster above the bed stares down judgmentally as she drags you upright by your throat. "Look at you," she sneers, forcing your gaze to the mirror across the room—to the mascara streaks, the bite marks blooming like ink stains, Jackie's lipstick smeared across your cheek like war paint. "Our dumb little attention whore." "I'm... I'm sorry." You mumble, whining as you feel the wetness between your legs. "I'm really sorry, I won't do this again. Just... just let me come, please? I love you so much." You slur, letting yourself squeeze your thighs together. How cheeky of you. Shauna's palm cracks across your inner thigh, the sting blooming hot as she pries your legs apart with brutal efficiency. "Squeeze again," she growls, calloused fingers digging into your quadriceps hard enough to bruise, "and I'll tie these ankles to the bedposts with your own fucking hair." Her other hand twists deeper, knuckles pressing mercilessly against your g-spot as she leans in to lick the tears from your cheek. "You come when your mouth remembers who owns it." Jackie’s hand slides over Shauna’s flannel-encased collarbone, her coral nails contrasting against the sweat-damp cotton of Shauna's tank top. "Now Shauna, maybe we should let her cum if she begs hard enough? I mean, I feel sorry for her already. She's our little girl, right?" Jackie pouts, trying to get to Shauna's heart, although it feels like a game. Usually you are the ones who fuck Jackie, you remember. But apparently, for this game, Jackie gave herself over to an experiment in behavior. You couldn't say you didn't like it. "Please, please, please-" You give in immediately, not even daring to resist. Not even hearing Shauna's response. You need it so much, oh god, you want this release, and only after this will you be able to rest forever. "I need it so much. I'm sorry, I'm guilty before you," your ears turn red from your own confessions. "Just let me cum-" Shauna smirks contentedly as she pulls her fingers out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. "You want it?" she purrs, her free hand sliding up to clamp over your mouth. "Prove you're ours." Her teeth sink into the meat of your shoulder as she nods to Jackie—a silent command.

Jackie's lips curve into a saccharine smile as her hand lets go and pulls your hair, her fingers toying with the gold necklace she gave you last month. "Let's make it a prayer," she coos, "Beg properly this time. Tell us who you belong to while looking in the mirror. Every word wrong adds ten seconds before you come."

Shauna's fingers plunge back in with a wet slap, her rhythm brutal as she forces your gaze toward the reflection—toward Jackie's pristine perfection contrasted against Shauna's disheveled fury. "Start talking," Shauna growls, her palm muffling your first broken syllable as Jackie takes your chin, wanting to entice you to look in the mirror.

You groan loudly, your head resting so tiredly in Jackie's hands. You turn your head towards the mirror with a feeling of shame and unfulfilled duty. You fucking hated this mirror. "I..." You bit your lip, looking at yourself and hesitating. Fuck, you've never admitted this to yourself before. Shauna's fingers twist viciously inside you, the heel of her palm grinding against your clit with enough pressure to make your legs shake. "Eyes open," she snarls, using her free hand to wrench your face toward the mirror. The reflection mocks you—Jackie's lips pressed to your ear, Shauna's teeth buried in your shoulder, your own face flushed and tear-streaked like some debauched saint in a Renaissance painting.

Jackie's voice drips false compassion as she traces the bite marks on your collarbone as Shauna pulls away, apparently satisfied with her bite on your body, making you whine and squirm. "It's okay to say it, sweetheart," she murmurs, her breath hitching when Shauna's thrusts make you jolt against her. She kisses your cheeks haltingly, leaving marks on them. "We already know the truth. Just let it out so we can make you feel good."

The words clot in your throat like spoiled honey. Shauna's laugh is dark as she slows her fingers to a torturous crawl. "Think she needs more motivation." Her free hand snakes up to pinch your nipple hard through your dress, the fabric suddenly abrasive as sandpaper. "Count of three, or I stop completely. One—"

"Yours!" The confession rips from you like a splintered bullet, voice cracking as Jackie's nails dig crescent moons into your hips. "I'm yours, both of you, only ever—fuck—"

Shauna's fingers piston into you with renewed fury, her grin feral in the mirror's reflection. "Louder."

"YOURS!" you scream to the girl in the glass—to the trembling mess with Jackie's lipstick smeared across her cheekbones and Shauna's handprints blooming on her thighs. "I belong to Jackie and Shauna, I'm—oh god—I'm your dumb little—"

Jackie's mouth crashes onto yours, swallowing your sob as Shauna finally lets you break. The orgasm tears through you like a forest fire, your back arching so violently you nearly headbutt Jackie. Shauna rides you through it with brutal precision, her free hand clamping over your mouth when the pleasure borders on pain. "That's it," she growls against your sweat-slick temple. "Take what you earned."

The mirror fogs with your panting breaths as Jackie gently wipes tears from your cheeks, her voice syrup-sweet again. "Good girl." Her thumb brushes your swollen lower lip. "Now let's discuss your punishment for making us wait so long." You haven't had time to recover from your previous orgasm when you look at them in shock, feeling your heart drop into your heels. "W-What?" you ask, sounding like it's more of a squeak. Your eyes dart between Shauna, who is positioned between your legs, and Jackie, who is sitting next to your head.

You don't know what to do when they start giggling and quickly lose their old temper.

Jackie's laugh breaks first, her fingers immediately softening as they card through your sweat-damp hair. "Oh baby," she coos, pressing featherlight kisses along your trembling jaw, "you should see your face." Her hands flutter over you like nervous doves — brushing sticky strands of hair from your forehead.

Shauna's already across the room rummaging through her soccer duffel, broad shoulders blocking the lamp light. When she turns back, her calloused hands are surprisingly gentle wrapping her favourite red flannel around your shoulders. "Drink," she grunts, pressing a water bottle to your lips, her thumb wiping a stray droplet from your chin when you choke on the first sip.

"Shh, we've got you," Jackie murmurs, arranging herself behind you so your back rests against her chest. Her signature sweet perfume envelops you as she rocks gently, her lips moving against your ear. "We just... God, when we saw her touching you—" Her voice cracks. "We wanted to kill someone at that moment. You had to come back very, very quickly, and she literally stole you!"

Shauna's knee hits the mattress as she straddles your legs, her usual scowl softened at the edges. She presses her forehead to yours, "You're ours to protect," she growls low enough that only you can hear it. "Even from our own fucking selves."

Jackie's fingers interlace with Shauna's over your heartbeat, their shared warmth seeping into your bones. "No more parties for a week," she declares, nuzzling the crown of your head. "We're staying in. Making you watch 10 Things I Hate About You until you can recite the poem scene."

Shauna's snort ruffles your bangs as she tucks the blanket tighter around your hips. "And eating those shitty rainbow cookies you like," she adds gruffly, her calloused palm lingering on your cheek. "The ones that taste like Play-Doh."

The yellowjacket banner above the bed flutters in the sudden breeze from Shauna's window, moonlight painting silver stripes across your tangled limbs. Jackie hums the chorus of "Kiss Me" off-key into your hair while Shauna's thumb traces absentminded plays from last week's game on your thigh. Their synchronized breathing slowly steadies yours, the earlier frenzy dissolving into something warmer, softer—a shared language written in heartbeat rests and tangled ankles.

The three of you loved each other. But sometimes you really felt like your girlfriends liked to torture you a little. But at least the torture was sweet.

[pathologicalreid]

Could I request GN! Reader who is married to Spencer, and they have like a little bet that Spencer cant go a week without coffee? Mostly fluff, but maybe a lil angst bc Spencer gets sick going thru caffeine withdrawls? :D

running on empty | S.R.

spencer makes a bet to give up coffee for a week but ends up foregoing all caffeine

who? spencer reid x gn!reader category: fluff content warnings: caffeine withdrawal, spencer getting snippy, husband!spencer, teasing from the team word count: 871 a/n: a silly little one-shot for you my darling. part of me feels criminal making spencer go through any kind of withdrawal lmao. i hope you like this!!

“He hasn’t been sleeping well,” you answered Derek’s question, looking over to where your husband was staring blankly at the files on his desk. For the past few weeks, Spencer’s nightly tossing and turning had increased tenfold.

Morgan chuckled from across the bullpen, “Maybe it’s all that coffee he’s been drinking.”

The suggestion likely wasn’t that far off, the heaps of sugar Spencer put in his coffee probably didn’t help his sleep schedule either

Putting her two cents in, Emily snorted, “Oh, come on. I’d challenge you to find a member of the BAU who doesn’t have some sort of caffeine dependency.”

Again, she probably had a point. There were at least two members of the BAU who wouldn’t entertain any conversation until they were at least halfway through their first cup of coffee. Spencer’s head snapped up, “I can go without coffee.”

You scoffed, “No, love, and that’s okay.”

“I can go without coffee, Y/N,” he told you seriously, “I’ll go a week without coffee.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you leaned back in your chair and sighed, “Okay, a week without coffee.”

“What does he get in return for going a week without coffee?” Morgan teased, waggling his brows in your direction.

Whipping your head around, you narrowed your gaze at your co-worker, “It’s a secret guarded by the sanctity of our marriage, Derek,” you said pointedly.

Emily had made an excellent point, there was a certain understanding among the Behavioral Analysis Unit that everyone was entirely dependent on caffeine. The issue was that Spencer had cut out all caffeine instead of just coffee.

The first night, he had fallen asleep rather quickly but had been a pain when you had to drag him out of bed in the morning. The second night, he was perfectly fine, but ever since he woke up this morning, he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Figuratively, of course. You had been the one to wake up on his side of the bed this morning.

You leaned against the kitchen counter with your coffee in hand, watching Spencer struggle to pay attention to the words in his book. “What about just a small cup?” You offered, opening one of the cabinets to find a daintier mug for him.

He cleared his throat before snapping his book shut and sliding it into his bag, “Nope, are you ready to go?” He asked, checking his watch to make sure you’d be able to catch the metro this morning.

Sighing despondently, you nodded, drinking the remainder of your coffee in one gulp before setting the mug in the dishwasher, “Yeah, just let me brush my teeth.”

In response, Spencer huffed, “Well, hurry up, I don’t want to be late.”

“Why are the Reid’s looking so put out this morning?” Derek asked when you arrived, holding a travel coffee thermos in his hand while raising his eyebrows curiously.

Shaking your head, you looked at the rest of the team holding their go-bags, the last place you wanted Spencer to be was in the realm of a stressed-out police chief, but the two of you grabbed your things and followed the team out.

Furrowing her brows, JJ eyed Spencer suspiciously, “You alright, Reid?”

“I’m fine,” he said, tapping his foot while you all waited for the elevator doors to close.

Discreetly, you moved your elbow and nudged him, trying to tell him to cool it without reprimanding him in the company of your team.

Groaning, Spencer continued to flip through the filed in front of him, his caffeine withdrawal making it difficult for him to focus on anything pertaining to the case for more than a few minutes.

With the locals out of the room, you gently set a hand on Spencer’s shoulder, “Hey, why don’t we take a break?”

“Leave me alone.” Spencer snapped, garnering the attention of everyone else in the conference room. A lead on the case had left you with Emily, Derek, and Rossi, the latter of whom sped out of the door so quickly you were surprised there wasn’t a puff of smoke in his wake.

Your lips parted, just as surprised as the rest of the team that Spencer had chosen to lash out at you of all people. Setting your jaw, you spun on your heels and marched down to the kitchenette to make him a cup of tea. Begrudgingly, you dropped the tea bag in a mug and grabbed a paper towel for him to set it on once the tea was steeped.

Back in the roundtable room, you set the tea in front of him, “I’m not drinking coffee this week,” he said.

“I know,” you sniped, “That’s why you’ve been acting so impertinent for the last two days.” In your periphery, you saw Morgan and Emily slowly backing out of the roundtable room, wanting to avoid any sort of marital blowout. “Drink the tea, wingnut,” you told him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

His eyes flickered to the mug, obviously noting the tea bag string hanging from the side of the mug. “Wingnut?” He repeated quizzically.

Raising your eyebrows, you shrugged, “I call it like I see it.”

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after rejecting a boy in your hometown, he goes around spreading rumors about you and him. luckily, you have full faith in your wizard boyfriend, who just so happens to be coming back form his fancy wizard school in just a few days.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: remus lupin x gn!muggle!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: gender neutral reader, a menace old lady, scarlet letter allusion, several random muggles

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤: my boyfriend's back

It was laughable really, for Ben Waters to think your boyfriend would believe any of the lies he’d spread around town. You had full faith in Remus, your super cool wizard boyfriend who could totally crush Ben into next week. 

Still, the whispers all around that snobby little town were starting to get to you.

“Did you hear…?”

“Don't they have that boyfriend, though?”

“With Ben? Really?”

“Just wait till Remus hears…”

Just wait indeed. The sooner he got back from his fancy wizard school, the sooner you could kiss him in front of all the kids who think they’re so cool. In front of Ben even, the man of the hour, who’d done all of this just because you rejected him.

It was all so laughable.

That's what you thought as you sank deeper into your seat at the local diner. A group of your school mates whispered at the opposite booth.

So, so laughable, that it wasn’t very funny at all.

Remus would be back in three days. You could last another three days of this little letter ‘A’ Ben branded you with. 

In the meantime, you could continue to practice on Remus’ skateboard he left behind, maybe go by his place to see his parents, or hide out in your room for seventy two hours.

You inevitably chose the last option, and soon the day of Remus’ return arrived. 

His train from Hogwarts should’ve stopped at King’s Cross Station an hour ago, and the short train from there to home was probably a few minutes away.

You were just swinging a leg over your bike to go wait for Remus at his house, maybe have tea with his dad in the meantime, when the voice of your sweet old neighbor called you back. Mrs. Ketburn hobbled down her porch steps, waving with a frail hand.

A sigh hissed from your nostrils as you forced a smile at her. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Could do me a favor?” she asked ever so sweetly. 

Every inch of you wished to snap back a decline and pedal away as fast as possible, but you couldn’t do that. Your parents would have your neck for it. “Sure, Mrs. Ketburn.”

“Perfect,” she smiled, showing off her dentures. “It won’t take but a few moments, dear.”

You were counting on that. You needed to see Remus before any other kids from school found him. (You trusted Remus, you really did, and he trusted you, but a strong string of anxiety was still taut around your chest).

Mrs. Ketburn led you into her musty house that always smelled of cat litter despite no other indication that she even had a cat. She needed help reaching the flour on the very top shelf of her kitchen cabinets, so she could finish baking apple turnovers, she said.

With a glance at your watch, you pulled around a chair and stepped up, easily reaching for the bag of flour and quickly hopping back down. You practically shoved the flour into her hands and muttered a goodbye in one breath.

“I really gotta—” Time came to slow, slow stop as the bag slipped between her wrinkled fingers, a cloud of flour billowing up around the both of you.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, dear. I’m sorry.”

You took an even breath and glanced down at your watch. “It’s fine.” You still had time. “Let me help with the mess.”

She grinned up at you. “You’re a dear. I’ll fetch a broom.”

“Don’t forget a dustpan,” you called after her.

It felt as if forever and then some passed by before she came back with a broom, of course having forgotten a dustpan. You gritted your teeth and tried not to be too harsh as you took the broom from her hands. 

You swept the flour into a neat little pile at the center of the kitchen, going to savagely search her supply closet for a dustpan only to come back hands empty. You were on the cusp of asking her to get it when you stepped back into the kitchen, finding Mrs. Ketburn holding the dustpan and asking, “Did you need this, dear?”

You didn’t even bother looking at your watch again, not wanting any more stress to weigh down on you. For all you knew, Ben himself could have tracked Remus down on his way home from the station by now.

That in mind, you probably broke a world record in sweeping with how swiftly you finished the task, leaving Mrs. Ketburn’s tools leaning on the counter as you shouted a goodbye over your shoulder.

You hopped onto your bike and set into action, pedaling down the road to make it to his house. That was your best bet at finding him in a timely manner. Around a corner, across the street, you sped through town, that horrid scene replaying in your head.

Remus would never believe Ben’s lies. Never ever… but you had to see him to be sure. 

As soon as you reached his driveway, you abandoned your bike on the pavement and ran up to the door. His mom’s car was parked out front. Remus was home from his stupidly far away magic school. At last. You nearly forgot why you were stressed at all, but then the front door swung open as Remus met you halfway.

His smile was as blinding as ever as he rushed forth and enveloped you in a warm embrace. Throwing your arms round his neck you held him close and just breathed him in after so many long months apart.

You wanted to ask him about his friends, about what new magic he could show you, and if his Quidditch team did well—but first, you pulled back and stared deep into his eyes, blurting, “Ben Waters is a liar and a creep.”

The way he grinned at you told you all you needed to know. “Tell me something new.”

“So someone told you already?” you asked tentatively, drawing a roll of his eyes.

“I was told,” he began as if on his last leg, “by an overly enthusiastic Heather Law that you’d betrayed me and gone 'n slept with Ben.”

You pictured the girl from your class clear as day, waltzing up to him ever so confident she was about to gain a new boyfriend. You waited, but all he did was chuckle at the notion. “And you said?”

Remus pressed his forehead to your own, nudging your nose with his. “I told her to have a good day, and I came home to you.”

That was enough to have you connecting your lips in a feverish kiss, smiling into it. You knew Remus would never believe them. He was too good to ever even play with the idea. You just couldn’t wait till everyone else knew that too.

But first, you had a year's worth of kisses to catch up on.

[luvnoirs]

caught

paring: paige x fem!reader synopsis: reader walks in on kk and paige during a tiktok live and accidentally exposes their relationship warning(s): none ! (sfw) word count: 742

a/n: shoutout to oomf for giving me this idea lmao

"hey guys. where's p?" you question after you opened the front door to one of the team's shared apartment.

you had first stopped by your girlfriend's shared apartment which was next door, only to find out that she wasn't there. confused, you had sent her a text that had gone unanswered for ten minutes. so then you decided to go next door to see if her other teammates knew where the hell she was.

you were first met with amari as she held a jar of pickles, half of a pickle being chewed in her mouth while she held the remaining half in her hand. aubrey sat on the couch cheering on aaliyah as she wildly danced in front of the tv playing just dance 4.

amari was the only one who actually noticed your presence and she nodded towards the back of the apartment where the rooms were located since her mouth was still busy chewing on the salty pickle.

you thanked her as you made your way out of the common area and into the hallway. you could already hear loud chatter accompanied with the sound of music playing. you instantly knew one of the voices belonged to kk, so you decided to open it because paige was known to keep kk by her side most times.

your assumption was proven right once you finally opened the door and laid your eyes on kk and paige goofing off in front of an iphone camera. their backs were faced towards you while ice laid on the bed playing fortnite so she noticed you first. yet, her eyes widened a bit before they quickly cut towards kk and paige's direction. but before ice could say anything you had beat her to it.

"babe, seriously?"

kk paused her dancing while her and paige both turned around to the sound of my annoyed voice.

you watched confusedly as kk let out an 'oh shit!", scrambling to grab her phone and tap the screen quickly. before you could question it, paige was walking towards you with a surprised expression.

"y/n?" paige questioned. "i thought you said you couldn't come over tonight?"

you smacked your teeth and shook your head at her. "i texted you saying nevermind. then, i showed up to your dorm but you weren't there and when i texted you again you never responded. where is your phone?"

"it died so i had it on the charger while kk and i went live…" paige scratched her head, glancing back at kk who was now sitting on ice's bed biting the inside of her cheek.

"oh shit, you were live? i thought you were making one of those stupid tiktok videos-- ice! why didn't you tell me?" you whacked the side of her leg as she yelled out dramatically.

you and paige haven't exactly made your relationship public yet and you literally avoided the girl as if she was the plague whenever one of the girls went live. it was honestly all your decision for it to be this way because you didn't want the media to focus on who paige was dating rather than her actual talent and love for her community. you also knew how many fans she had and you could only imagine what they would say about you if they had found out that you were dating the paige bueckers.

"hey, i tried to warn them!" ice defended herself, still trying to concentrate on her game.

"they probably screen recorded the live, too" kk added, looking back and forth between you and unbothered paige.

you groaned as paige wrapped her arms around you, resting her cheek on top of your head. "nah it's fine… you weren't in the camera anyway so they can speculate all they want about it."

laughing, you hugged her back. she had practice earlier tonight so she smelled like fresh clean clothes and the lavender soap she uses. you inhaled and relaxed against her body. "your fans aren't dumb, paige…"

paige pulled back a bit to look at your face. "i don't care. i'm tired of hiding you-"

"um, not to be rude, but can y'all do this lovey-dovey shit somewhere else…" kk feigned disgust and held her stomach as if she was sick.

paige rolled her eyes and you let out another laugh. you said goodbye to her two teammates as your girlfriend grabbed you by the hand and walked you out of the room.

[marlynnofmany]

Another Strange Earth Drink

I can finally say I’ve tasted the “worm jerky” that the one Heatseeker ship was named after. It wasn’t as bad as I expected. Extra chewy, and this kind had a sharp flavor that changed wildly between bites — because that’s the variety that Paint liked the most. 

She said, “It’s best if you hold it between your teeth and run your tongue along it to get all the flavors. It’s a full fan of sharpness values!” Her lizardy face was excited as she demonstrated, looking like a kid playing with gummy candy. If that kid was also an orange-scaled lizard alien.

I didn’t bother trying to make sense of the phrasing. “Full fan” was probably something like “rainbow.” I just cleaned my mouth with a handful of cheesy crackers that I wasn’t going to subject everyone else to, and waited for my turn. 

(We had a day to burn while waiting for our next delivery client to meet us, and a visit to the space station’s market had ended with half the crew picking items of their own species’ origins to share with the rest. Eggskin the medic was on hand just in case.)

Oh boy, it was my turn next. 

“What omnivore nonsense have you come up with?” Mur asked, folding his blue-black tentacles sternly. “It had better not involve that infant-food liquid.”

“Nope, no dairy products,” I said, picking up the heavy box under my chair. 

Eggskin tapped a claw against their tablet full of biological info. “I’ve ruled out anything likely to cause digestive distress, and that definitely counts.” 

“Yes, no pizza today, more’s the pity.” I set the box on the table. “This should actually be fun. Marble soda!” I opened the top and began passing them out. 

“Marble what?” asked Blip, frills waving curiously. 

“Is this a drink?” Zhee wanted to know. He angled his antennae into a look of suspicion. Trrili held a similar expression across the table.

“It’s a fun drink!” I said. “There’s a special trick to opening it. The soda itself isn’t that special — the most popular brand is named after a mispronunciation of a common flavor in another language, though they make a bunch of other flavors too — anyways, it’s a bubbly drink with a fruit flavor. This one’s strawberry. And Eggskin says it’s safe enough to try.”

Eggskin nodded their scaly head. “I wouldn’t recommend large quantities, but yes. The bubbles are carbon dioxide and the fruit is in trace amounts.”

“I like fruit,” Paint said bravely, clutching the bottle. “How do we open it?”

“Right. Everybody watch me. First you peel off the plastic wrap.” I demonstrated, exposing the plastic contraption that had something of a learning curve even among my own people. “Now this bit is in two parts. You have to pop the center piece out, ‘cuz that’s the part you actually need, and this part you set aside. It just keeps the bottle from opening early.” I separated the two and held them up.

Everyone was watching carefully. Good.

I continued. “I can help with that if you need. Once you have this part, though, you just place it against the top, give it some pressure, and it pops the marble down into the bottle.” With a flourish, I leaned a palm onto the little plastic doohickey until the marble separated with a satisfying pop.

Paint made a quiet “Ooh” noise while Blop flapped his frills in surprise.

“Now you have to make sure the marble doesn’t just roll back to block the opening when you drink it,” I said. “These dents will catch it; you just have to hold it at the right angle. Like this.” I took a sip, and the marble stayed where it was supposed to.

When I put it down, the air was full of the crinkling of plastic as my alien coworkers got to work on the wrapping. Some had an easier time than others.

“Oh, you’re supposed to rip it along the tiny holes,” Paint said, having already sliced it off with a claw. “I didn’t see that.”

“This is not meant for tentacles,” Mur griped. He tried twisting it, but no luck.

“Here, let me.” I put out a hand, ready to remove the wrap quickly and help the others. Blip and Blop should be fine, but the Mesmers with their praying-mantis pincher arms might find this awkward. They had those tiny little wrist fingers, but—

Identical pops sounded from opposite sides of the table.

I turned to find Zhee and Trrili each holding a bottle with one pincher. They’d used the other to stab through the top, not bothering to remove the plastic wrap first.

“Well, that’s one way to do it,” I said.

Zhee said, “Seemed faster.” He peeled off the wrapping now with one deft pincher-tip while Trrili simply wrenched hers away.

A thunk sounded as Blip misjudged the angle and tipped her bottle over instead of opening it. Next to her, Blop was having trouble finding a finger small enough to separate the plastic bits. I hurried to unwrap Mur’s drink and help.

Paint had a little difficulty getting enough leverage to press down on the top, but Eggskin figured it out and gave her a hand, standing on the seat and using their bodyweight. One way or another, everybody got their bottles open.

They tried it! And everybody hated it.

“If the bubbles are regular air, why do they taste so bad?” Blip wanted to know.

“I think it’s the fruit flavor that’s tangy,” Blop said.

Zhee hissed quietly. “You mean fruit’s not supposed to taste rancid?”

“It’s a drink that fights back, and I can respect that,” Trrili declared. “But this is not a battle I’m interested in fighting.”

Mur took a sip and shuddered, sending rippling tentacles in all directions. “Ugh. It tastes like static shock and the wrong part of a plant.”

“That’s a pity,” I said. “It’s pretty good as far as I’m concerned.”

Unexpectedly, Paint said, “I like it! It kind of bites you at first, but then it reminds me of an overripe galaxy fruit. And the bottle is interesting.”

“Glad to hear it!” I said.

So everybody hated it except for Paint. And Eggskin probably, who didn’t make any loud declarations, but they did drink the whole thing. I call that a win.

“Well, that was a fascinating disaster!” Zhee said, shoving his bottle towards the middle of the table. “On to my turn.”

Mur grumbled something that sounded like “Oh great.” He’d already dumped his soda down the sink and kept the bottle as a fidget toy, sticking a thin tentacle in and batting the marble around.

I sipped my own and waited to see what Zhee would bring out. I considered myself lucky to be on the omnivorous side of things — theoretically anything he came up with should be fine.

But of course, theory only goes so far.

“Everyone here is okayed for animal-based nutrition,” Zhee said, setting down an opaque bag. “So everyone ought to enjoy this one. Except for Trrili, who has no taste.”

Trrili did the Mesmer equivalent of sticking her tongue out at him, which involved a disturbing configuration of mandibles.

Zhee opened the bag and began removing little sealed tubs. “I give you: fursqueak brains, with the best vitamin sauce!”

I sank down in my seat, still holding the bottle and not eager to grab a sample of brains. Even when Eggskin clarified that the sauce was Vitamin C, and ought to taste like citrus, it didn’t sound particularly appealing.

Zhee was proud of it, though. Apparently this was the best food in the universe, favored by all the best chefs (of his species, anyway), and there was nothing anyone could say to ruin his enjoyment of it, even if everyone else present was as uncultured as Trrili.

It occurred to me that I could probably ruin his meal by telling him about his ressemblance to the fried crickets that were easy to find back home, but I decided against it.

I just drank my marble soda and enjoyed watching Trrili argue with him instead.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

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Better Than Revenge

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: uhhhh in accidentally posting the wrong thing I think I wrote the wrong request at some point so you know what there’s gonna be a bonus story okay. OKAY now that I’m reading this I’m- I think- I did the request wrong and uhhh….. well here’s you know evidently another bonus fic I hate everything 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Eddie can literally hear Buck laughing all the way to the truck, okay maybe not all the way but a damn good ways down the hall that’s for sure

He has no fucking clue how he got locked in a closet, but he did. At least he wasn’t alone… he looks over at you, sitting with your ankles crossed on the floor. Your head hung so low he can’t bear to look at you anymore without asking 

And he really shouldn’t. 

He should just keep to himself, he should just-

“Are you okay?” 

Dammit Eddie. 

“Huh?” You look up at him, your face stained with tears and it breaks his heart, his Mexican, telenovela, hopeless romantic heart. Because you’re so pretty and you smell so good and is this stupid room getting smaller?? 

Okay, that was a bit much but you get it. He gets on one knee, pulls his glove off with his teeth, and reaches for you, tilting your head up

“Hey… hey what’s going on? Are you hurt? Did something happen??” 

His inner hero is practically clawing at its enclosure to save help girl, this really really, pretty girl. 

And your inner…. Uh, something is clawing at its enclosure to jump this man. 

“No! No, it’s- not it’s nothing like that” you laugh awkwardly, wiping at your tears quickly. “I- I'm sorry” You shove those thoughts very very (not) very far away as you try to control your tears 

“No please, don’t apologize… are you okay?” Eddie comes to sit next to you, plopping down on the cement floor. He takes his helmet off along with his other glove and gets comfy… they’re gonna be there for a while. 

“I’m… yeah I’m fine” you sniffle, shrugging your shoulders weakly. He nods slowly, looking down at his helmet in his hands 

“You know…. If you tell me the truth-“ he picks it up, setting it down carefully on your head “I’ll let you wear the helmet” 

You snort, nudging him with your shoulder and shaking your head slowly “I’m not five oh my god” you giggle as you hold the helmet on your head and look up at him 

“Yeah, but it got you to smile didn’t it?” He shrugs off his jacket, the room may be small but it is entirely concrete and entirely underground, he can feel the chill in the air as he puts it over your shoulders, the frayed, distressed shorts and oversized crop top not really cutting it down here. 

You hug the jacket to your body, sticking your arms through the holes. It smells good, kind of smokey, kind of earthy, definitely something that’s probably signature him.

“Alright, I’ve given you my coat, and my hat. Now you gotta tell me what’s wrong” he nudges you back and you smile a little more, rolling your eyes 

“Okay fine. I came to visit my boyfriend? He’s got an office near almost the top floor. Well… uh- it was supposed to be a surprise! But you know… imagine my surprise… when this fucking asshole has his secretary bent over his desk!” 

Eddie’s mouth drops open when you say that, he splutters, gesturing wildly and you nod vigorously 

“Yeah!!! And she knew he had a girlfriend! She knows me!!!” 

He gasps so loudly it echoes around the room

“Are- are you?!!! Are you shitting me?!” He grabs his radio from his jacket, clicking it 

“Buck?… oh my god Buck I have tea” 

You fall against him laughing as Buck answers back 

“Oh my god, spill” 

Eddie repeats back what you said, and Buck is gasping wildly, reacting absolutely ridiculously 

“Oh you tell me what the fuck this asshole looks like”

“No no I-“

“I’m not gonna beat his ass yet. I just want to know if he even stuck around” 

You roll your eyes, describing him and Buck scoffs “Oh. That guy.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He was worried about his office. Said he’s got a nice set of golf clubs he’d gotten for his birthday in there, his prized possession”

Eddie looks at you as you blink back tears “T-that’s all he said? That’s all he’s worried about?” You ask, your voice cracking and Eddie has to look away for a second 

“Uh yeah… I’m- I’m sorry kiddo, maybe he doesn’t know you’re in there. Let me find out okay?” 

“Okay” 

You set the radio down and stare at the wall, just waiting quietly. Eddie reaches out for you, catching a tear as it falls down your cheek 

“He probably doesn’t know” 

“He does” you sniff, wiping at your tears and sighing loudly “No. he uh- he fucking knows.” You laugh bitterly 

“Y/N come on there’s no way he-“

“He fucking knew” Buck growls back into the radio and Eddie picks it up 

“Are you shitting me?!” 

“It’s okay!” Buck perks up “I punched him in his stupid fucking face!!” 

Your head whips to the radio as Eddie laughs “You did what?!” You squeak your face lighting up 

“Oh, Buck I could kiss you!!” 

“Give it to Eddie for me, I’m sure he’d love that” 

“Oh my god she’s not gonna-“

“Bet” 

You pull him toward you, kissing him slowly, his hands come to your waist immediately, squeezing lightly as he kisses you back. He moans quietly into your mouth, his lips moving in sync with yours and you purr softly. You pull away a little and he follows you, making a little “nuh huh” noise, and you giggle, letting him cup the back of your head, kissing you deeper. Your hand comes up his chest, fingers pulling at the bottom of his hair when Buck clears his throat 

“A-are you guys actually kissing?” 

Eddie lets you pull away this time, letting his head rest against the wall behind him as he stares at you. You stare back, your cheeks pink as you wet your lips 

“Uh- no?” Eddie answers back and you snort 

“That was not very convincing,” You and Buck say in unison. You giggle and go to stand up to stretch your legs out when there’s a sudden loud rumbling noise 

“Edd-“ the radio buzzes as the sound gets louder 

“Y/N! Come over “ He yanks you down into his lap, pulling you tight into his body as he turns you both over, shielding you. A few panels fall loose from the ceiling around and you scream when something giant hits the door, putting a large dent in it  

“Eddie?? Eddie, are you okay? Y/N?? Anyone??” 

You sneeze as the dust settles, and Eddie pulls away from you 

“That’s your sneeze?” He coughs a little and you punch him in the shoulder 

“What’s that supposed to mean!” 

“Oh nothing… little kitty” He coos and you pick up one of the ceiling panels and threaten to hit him with it 

“Please, please anyone??” You hear Buck’s voice. Watery and worried 

“Buck? Hey, it’s us we’re okay it’s us. What happened??” 

“Oh thank god. Oh god Eddie the building settled, you guys are…. A bit more stuck. Is everything okay in there? Is Y/N okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay. We’re both okay, just a little dusty… how much is “a bit”?”

“We’re gonna need a crane,” he says bluntly and Eddie groans 

“And we’re not high enough on the list are we?” 

“List?” You ask quietly 

“As long as neither of you are hurt and everything is still structurally sound? No.” 

Eddie sighs and looks at you “Other people need that crane more than you and I do”

“So now we’re really really stuck huh?” 

“Yup” 

It’s been two hours since the door had been blocked. You’ve got your head in Eddie’s lap as he strokes your hair slowly, listening to you talk. You’ve both gone back and forth, discussing a lot of different things, a lot of deep things that a stranger knowing wouldn’t really hurt anything…

“You think one day you’ll feel normal?” You ask quietly, picking at his pants and he shrugs, looking down at your hair around his lap 

“I don’t know” 

“For what it’s worth? I hope you find your peace Eddie… I really do” you mumble and he smiles softly 

“I dunno… this has been pretty peaceful” He chuckles quietly “Thanks uh… thanks for listening”

“Hey? What are “locked in a closet” buddies for?” 

You sit up, giving him a little kiss on the cheek, and push yourself up. He looks at you as you stretch above him, admiring your plush curves from his position on the floor. 

It wasn’t the first time the conversation had turned a little steamy, a little flirty. But it was the first time he’d felt a little bit of a pull toward you. Especially after the things he’d just told you, for the first time, he felt heard… he felt seen. Not to mention that freaking kiss, he couldn’t take his mind off of it, the feel of your lips against his, the way your body felt against him. 

“You know uh… you’re really beautiful. I can’t believe Jared fucking cheated on you.” 

Your cheeks flush as you look down at him, he’s sat between your legs, his ankles crossed. There’s no harm in letting you know how pretty he thinks you are…

“You uh… you really think so?” You blush and he nods slowly 

“He’s never seen you in a fireman’s uniform huh? Never seen the way it drowns you.” 

“Well I mean- he’s not as big as you are” 

You mean how tall he is, how… big his arms are, how broad his shoulders are- 

“I didn’t think he was… leaving such a pretty little thing like you”

“Are you flirting with me?” You turn away, toward the blocked door, and you hear his legs uncross, widening his stance. 

“Maybe? Would you mind if I was?” He twiddles his thumbs and you turn back, reaching down and grabbing his gloves, he watches you slide them on, drowning in his work outfit and it’s doing things to him if he’s being honest. Is this a kink? It feels like a new kink. 

“It’s helpful… in- in a moment where I’m not feeling so hot you know?”

“Are you joking?? You’re gonna let that asshole make you feel like you’re not the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen? To ever exist??”

You laugh a little “Oh come on Eddie? The-“

“Hottest.” He interrupts you not even giving you room to fight him 

“I still think you’re just saying that. But thank you” You give him a little bow and he pulls you down by the jacket and you stumble onto his lap 

“Hey be careful! You might-“ 

He presses his lips to yours, his hands coming up and cupping your face. You shortcircuit for a second and he smirks against your lips. He takes your hands one by one sets them on his chest and nips at your bottom lip when you curl your fingers around his shirt 

“Now you’re getting it” He whispers breathily before slipping his tongue past your lips, taking full advantage of your floundering and exploring your mouth. His hands start to roam, sliding beneath the oversized coat and gently across your bare middle. He hums appreciatively as they come up under your shirt, the tips of his fingers trailing across the bottom of your bra 

“You can tell me to stop” He kisses down your jaw, biting on the nape of your neck and you gasp softly, melting into his body 

“N-no fucking chance. God, you’re kissing me better than he ever did” 

Eddie looks up at you as he sucks and nibbles at your collarbone “Bet there’s a whole lot of things I can do better than he ever did…” His hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently and massaging them slowly 

“We’re alone… and it seems like we’ve got time…” You trail off, your cheeks blushing and you feel him grin against your skin 

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” 

“That depends on what you think I’m suggesting” 

Eddie takes the radio from his jacket again “Hey Buck, you there?” 

“Always” 

“Is Jared out there?” 

The line is silent for a moment and you take that opportunity to surprise Eddie, rocking your hips forward on him and attacking his lips. You kiss him frantically, your hands threading through his hair and pulling him closer. He chuckles wickedly, pushing you back onto the floor and settling between your legs, you struggle out of the coat and he laughs, helping you get it off 

“Eddie?” Buck's voice comes through the radio and he stretches to reach for it while unbuttoning your shorts at the same time 

“Here” He answers, watching you desperately unbutton his shirt 

“Why do you have so many!?” You hiss and he snorts, just ripping it open the rest of the way 

“Better??” 

You’re practically drooling over his chest, his skin smooth and tanned. You blink slowly as Buck comes back 

“Yeah, he’s definitely still here. Trust me, I’ve been making him feel as guilty as possible. I gotchu Y/N”

You pull your shirt over your head, and Eddie bites his lip 

“Damn…” 

you grin wickedly as you pull your arms from your bra straps, pushing it further down your waist and out of the way, the cool air around you causing your nipples to pebble 

“Jesus fuckin-“

“Eddie?? You there?” 

You reach forward and click the button “He’s here. Thanks for making Jared feel guilty!” 

Eddie takes your breasts in his hands, kneading them slowly, squeezing and teasing your nipples. He leans forward, kissing the valley between your breasts, pulling them together, and rubbing his face against them. He bites the sensitive skin gently, leaving teeth marks and little bruises behind. Your breath hitches, tugging at his hair and egging him on to do it again and again. 

“Fuck you’re hot” His hips grind down into yours and your thighs shake 

“I want you, Y/N” 

“Hey guys if you’re doing what I think you’re doing, Revenge sex is the way to go. Trust me I’ve been telling Jared all about how amazing and cool and sexy Eddie is!” Buck squeals through the radio and Eddie rolls his eyes as you giggle 

“Thanks, man. Thank you, uh we’re just- we’re-“ You shimmy out of your shorts, revealing the tiny thong you’d put on as a surprise and now it’s Eddie’s turn to short circuit. He stares at the sheer material covering your dripping sex. He drags his finger over the top of them, enjoying the way your slick coats his finger 

“You’re???” Buck radios and you reach forward, taking the radio back 

“Let that asshole know he’s been replaced” 

You toss it aside, Buck is making some weird strangled screaming noise and screaming at Jared when the radio cuts off. Eddie’s pants are off as fast as he possibly can and he’s stroking his cock between your thighs 

His eyes darken as he lines up his cock with your entrance, pushing inside you slowly. You’re tight, and he relishes the feeling of being inside you.

“O-oh my god- Fuck” You wriggle under him, adjusting to his size as best you can “H-holy sh-“

“Bigger?” His voice is so haughty and confident and you nod quickly, squirming 

“Sooooo much bigger” 

“You gonna be okay?” He puts his hand on your tummy, pushing you back down and you gasp loudly “Need more time?” He asks teasingly as his hips start to move slowly.

You shake your head, reaching for him and he grins, leaning into you as you rip off his gloves and claw at his back, your body arching into him eagerly 

Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, his hips moving in slow, deep thrusts. He kisses your neck, his other hand gripping your ass, guiding his cock in and out of your wet heat.

“You feel so good,” he pants, his pace picking up. He’s relentless, his cock hitting your G-spot with each thrust. Your legs fall open wider, your body bouncing with each snap of his hips. 

Eddie grins, feeling your legs spread wider, giving him better access. He picks up the pace, his thrusts now brutal, his cock slamming into you with every movement. “You like that, don’t you? You like it rough?” He growls, his hand gripping your throat, squeezing gently.

You’re so close, the building tension threatening to explode. Eddie can feel it too, his own release building with each thrust. He pounds into you, his grip on your throat tightening, the combination of pain and pleasure driving you both over the edge.

Eddie moans your name, his cock pulsing inside you as he comes. You cry out, your body convulsing as you reach your own climax. He holds you close, his breathing heavy as he rides out the aftershocks.

“Damn, that was hot,” he pants, his cock still buried inside you. 

“S-so- so-“ You sound delirious as he releases your throat and pulls out, leaving a trail of cum between your legs. 

“Fuck” He mumbles as he falls next to, pulling you into his arms. You curl into his body, nuzzling your nose against his chest and he buries his face in your hair 

“Uh huh” you giggle, your voice muffled 

“I- I realize” he clears his throat “We uh- we did this a bit backward… but Buck is having a cookout this weekend…you wanna be my date?” 

“Will there be other sexy firefighters?” You look up at him and he rolls his eyes, chuckling and giving your butt a little spank 

“Not as sexy as me… will you do me the honor? Y/N” 

“I’ll be there… you want my number?” You grin sleepily 

“Mhmmm” He turns over, covering you more with his body to keep you warm “Need your address too so I can pick you up” 

“What a gentleman” You giggle and he kisses your nose 

“Can I ask you somethin else?” 

“Uh-huh” 

“You uh…. Think you might be okay with just skipping to being my girlfriend?” 

“That depends” You murmur, your voice becoming a lot softer as you start to fall asleep 

“On?” He gives you a little nudge so you wake up 

“If you don’t mind skipping straight to being my boyfriend?“

“Oh hell yes” 

You’re not really sure how long you've been asleep, but Eddie is shaking you gently. Your clothes are back on properly and you’re wrapped up in his jacket still. He’s got his clothes back on and his shirt is as closed as he can get it. You can hear the sounds of the crane working to get you two out 

“Time to leave?” You ask, rubbing your eyes and Eddie gives you a thumbs up 

“Time to leave baby girl” 

Your cheeks flush deeply, It had felt like a dream honestly, you weren’t even sure it had happened. But when Eddie grabs your hips and kisses you again desperately you know it wasn’t. 

The door flies open and slams against the wall, you shriek as you pull away, covering your eyes from the sunlight on your face

“Y/N!!!, Eddie!!” 

You recognize the voice from the radio as he comes over and scoops you up, hugging you as tightly as he can 

“You’re okay!!” 

Eddie gets up from the floor, groaning loudly and stretching his back “I am too damn old for this” 

You snort as Buck picks Eddie’s helmet up off the floor and sets it on your head 

“You ready to get out of here cutie?” Buck takes your hand and you look up at Eddie who shrugs his shoulders 

“I’m ready” 

Buck helps you out carefully, climbing over a few pieces of debris left in the way. 

“Hey, you sure you didn’t get hurt?” He’s standing in front of you, his hands on your hips as he steadies you. Eddie lands on his feet easily, adjusting his shirt again to try and keep it closed 

“What uh- what do you mean?” You ask as you shrug off Eddie’s coat and hand it to him 

“You’re walking funny, honey. And you wince every time-“ He stops for a minute, his eyes widening 

“Did- did you guys actually-“ 

He’s interrupted by a man calling your name, he’s got a black eye and you slap your hand over your mouth 

“You seriously punched him?!” You laugh to Buck as Jared comes over 

“And it’s so worth the amount of trouble I got in” He snickers as Jared stops in front of you 

“Baby?? Baby, are you okay?” He holds your arms, looking you over and you blink slowly

“Are you kidding?? I thought when I ran out of your office screaming that we were over? That was enough to let you know Hey! We’re over!” 

“Baby, what are you talking about?” Jared chuckles awkwardly “That- that didn’t happen, honey”

Buck whirls on him and he flinches a little but keeps his eyes on you. Eddie is sitting quietly in the back of the ambulance being looked over 

“Uhhh what??” You scoff in bewilderment 

“Gosh Baby” he laughs, “I think you hit your head, sweetie” 

Your mouth drops open and you shove Jared away 

“I know- I fucking know” you shout “You are not trying to convince me I didn’t see you fucking Angela!!!!” 

“Y/N honey you need to calm down. This is not the way my girlfriend should be-“

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Eddie is up and he’s on the ground. It happens so fast you’re not even sure you saw it, Eddie punched him right across the face, sending him spinning to the ground 

“I think you mean my girlfriend. Come on gorgeous let’s go get something to eat I’m starving.” 

Buck runs in circles screaming and pointing at Jared as Eddie puts his arm over your shoulders and you proudly lead him over to your car. 

“Yo you just got yo ass WHOOPED” 

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| Selcouth | Chapter three: Dread |

Platonic! Yandere! Alien x reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence, death

Summary: While recovering a space capsule your astronaut team discovers an intelligent life form that seems to be a little too attached to you.

Word count: 1,975

Chapters: | one | two | three | four |

A/n: thank you guys for all the support! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also let me know if you want to see some of the drawings I've made of Gabriel! Thank you for reading <3

~

Waking up, you deeply stretch your limbs. With a yawn, you get up and get ready for the day. Walking into the common room, you first notice that David isn't there—weird, David is usually the first one up and eating breakfast. Shrugging, you walk toward the capsule.

The first thing you notice is that the door is wide open. Alarm bells go off in your head. You are 100% sure that you locked the door the last time you were in there; you even triple-checked the door just to make sure. With a shaky step, you make your way into the capsule.

Gabriel isn't in the enclosure.

You feel your heart rate quicken as you glance around the room.

Gabriel isn't in the room.

You feel your breathing quicken as you start panicking an insurmountable amount of dread consumes you. There is a carnivorous alien that can hypnotize people loose on the ship.

As quickly as you can, you run out of the capsule to go find either David or Isla.

After a brief search, you find David staring at a wall in the pilot's quarters his back turned toward you.

"David, it's gone!"

"What do I do?" you ask, still not getting a response from him. David is just sitting there completely motionless.

"Hello?" you call out, walking closer to David.

"David, I'm about to start really freaking out. Please say something!" You can feel your chest tighten every passing second that David doesn’t answer.

"David?" you ask. It is very out of character for David to be quiet on a regular day, so it's even weirder for him to be quiet while you're asking him questions.

"Are you okay?" You start to feel extremely concerned.

"My apologies… (Y/n), I feel fine," David says, finally turning to look at you. You flinch at his use of your name. Within the year that you have known him, you have only ever heard him use your name once. However, just hearing his voice clams you down.

"Um, okay. What do you think we should do though?" you ask, deciding it's better to focus on how Gabriel is gone rather than David's strange behavior.

"What should we do about what?"

"What we should do about Gabriel being loose on the ship—did you not hear anything I was saying?" you say, scoffing. Realizing that what you said was probably mean, you quickly apologize.

"Sorry, that came out rude," you say, looking at your feet.

"It's quite alright, (Y/n). I do suppose that I was not listening. Although, I do ask that you do not speak to me in such a way." First off, odd language. You don't ever recall David saying anything like that to you before, much less in that way. Second off, you have definitely said worse stuff to him before, and he has never responded like that.

"Nevertheless, I do suppose that we attempt to find Gabriel. Who knows what he might be doing as of now," David says, standing up and walking towards the door. Nodding your head, you follow him.

"Okay… but we should probably find Isla first."

Both you and David walk out of the pilot's quarters to the opposite side of the station. You find Isla in her workplace fixing something.

"Hey Isla—" you start to say, attempting to greet her.

"What do you want?" Isla rudely questions, interrupting you.

"Oh, well I guess I'll just go fuck myself then." You say grinding your teeth. You have been so stressed out ever since you woke up, so if she was going to treat you like this, then you weren't going to entertain her.

"Isla dearest, something has happened in the ship. The creature is out of its cage." Seeing that you were done talking to Isla, David began to explain what happened.

Isla turns to you, her face curled up in an ugly snarl.

"What?! How could you let this happen, you incompetent little shit!" Isla screams at you.

"I locked the capsule last night—hell—I even checked the cameras before I left! I have no idea how Gabriel got out!" you say. Even if you don't want to entertain her, you still want to defend yourself.

"Well, that thing is out now, so go fix your problem before I have to do something!" Isla says, getting closer to your face.

"Dude, it could literally be anywhere in this station. Could you please just help us find it?" you say, asking her for even the tiniest bit of help.

"No, this is your freaky little science experiment. You go find it on your own." Isla says while shoving you. She has a fair point, but still, since it is out of the capsule, it's now everyone's problem.

"You literally know the layout of this place better than anyone else. Can you *please* just help us or at least contact the nearest space station?" Even if you don't like Isla, you do have to admit that she is extremely knowledgeable.

"Contacting the space station will do little to help us in this situation, I presume, and if Isla is so set on not helping, then we should not make her," David says, butting into the conversation in hopes of ending it.

"But—" you begin, trying to argue.

"Let us leave her be," David says, grabbing your arm and walking away. You don't move and instead try to pry his hand off your arm.

"Come along now, (Y/n). We have much work to do." David moves his hand from your arm and instead wraps his arm around your shoulder, leading you away from a glaring Isla.

Once in the hallway, you begin to air out your frustration to David.

"She's such a bitch! How can she be so bitter?" You cannot wrap your head around Isla's attitude even if you tried.

"I don't understand how she could be so mean when I've literally done nothing to her. And the fact that she won't help, I just—" you say, working yourself up again.

"(Y/n) dear, please calm down. Being frustrated will not help us do the task at hand," David says, seeing your agitation.

"I've been meaning to ask you, why are you talking like that?" Now that you and he are finally alone, you question his odd choice of words.

"Like what, dear?"

"I don't know, like really proper, I guess."

"Would it not be more prudent for us to concentrate on securing the space station rather than discussing my choice of words?" It feels like he busted out a dictionary to say that sentence.

"Uh—okay. Well, um, what side do you want to take first?"

"I will take the right side of the station. I would rather not have you around Isla for the time being."

"Okay, please tell me if you see Gabriel anywhere though." You and David walk your opposite ways.

The White Sparrow, your space station, is made up of 11 different sections which can be split up into either the right side or the left side. On the right, there is the technician's room, storage, security, cargo, and command. In the dead center is the common room which holds the escape pods. To the left are the pilot's quarters, research facility, viewing deck, medical facility, and the capsule.

After walking through each room and locking every door and setting the alarms, you make your way over to where David is.

"Is everything on lockdown?" you ask.

"Yes." You and David begin walking.

"Great, are you in the mood to see Isla one more time before bed? Because I know I'm not." You have to let Isla know that each of the doors has an alarm on them, so she can put her passcode in.

"I believe that the conversation you are about to have with her will likely be considerably less distressing than the one that occurred earlier," David says in what you think is an attempt to cheer you up.

"What makes you think that? Because she makes me want to rip my hair out whenever I speak to her," you say, giving a chuckle after.

"I may have had a little chat with her while I was locking the station." That's definitely not concerning at all! You look over at David's face.

"Oh my god, what did you say to her?" you ask, hoping that David didn't just embarrass you.

"Nothing much," David says, shrugging.

You and David are now right in front of where Isla is. With a deep breath in, you put your passcode in and open the door.

"Hey Isla," you say in a not-so-cheery tone.

"Hey, David, can you please leave for a second? I want to discuss a few things with (Y/n)." Before anything else even leaves her mouth, you know whatever she has to say to you next is gonna be some bullshit.

"Sure," David answers, walking out the door and shutting it.

"You fucking whore—" You genuinely are taken aback by that.

"Whoa, where did that come from?" you ask, legitimately shocked.

"You know exactly where it's coming from. First, you act all buddy-buddy with David, then you come in here acting like you did nothing wrong. As if you didn't tell him to say that to me.

"What are you talking about? I don't even know what he said?"

"You're pathetic. You knew since we were training together that I liked David, yet you still went after him. No wonder your ex killed himself. You probably tried cheating on him, you attention whore." About a year ago, you and Isla trained together in some sort of astronaut camp. There, you guys were inseparable, constantly doing things together. She was your best friend, so you trusted her, and one day you vented to her about what happened in your past.

That turned out to be a huge mistake. One day she told you about her crush, David. So, you being the good friend you were, attempted to be a matchmaker. Long story short, you got David to talk to Isla, and Isla got the wrong idea and somehow thought you were trying to 'steal her crush away'. So, she told David that your ex killed themselves and that you were cursed and that if he loved you, then he would die too. She then stopped talking to you and treated you like shit, all over a misconception.

"What...? Is that really the reason you have been treating me so poorly? Well, newsflash: I never liked David. I've never seen him as more than a friend, so for you to say that, for you to bring up my ex..." you say, your breathing quickening and tears welling up in your eyes.

"How could you...?" you ask, taking a shaky step back.

"Forget this, I'm leaving. I'll go contact the station myself." Turning away from her, you hold yourself, rushing out of the room. At this point, you are now full-on sobbing.

"Oh dear, what happened?" David asks, seeing that you were in extreme distress.

"She—! She..." you try to get out. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest; you were hyperventilating. Your throat felt so tight as if someone was trying to strangle you.

"You need to calm down. (Y/n) dear, please look me in the eye." Just barely hearing him, you look David in the eye. Even with your vision all blurry, you could see the white glow coming from his eyes. You've seen this glow before.

"Gabriel...?" you feel your head get extremely fuzzy and you pass out.

[richeeduvie]

I feel like princesa would canonically be a bad shaver. She grew up with her druggie absent dad; poor girl was probably shaving her legs with whatever rusty razor he kept around in the bathroom. She always gets nicks and scrapes on her legs; Lalo likes to kiss them and lick them 🦵 leg freak Lalo

BAD SHAVER - WORD COUNT: 1.4K

TW: BLOOD...consumption? Descriptions of wounds and the vagina. It's kinda dark. Mostly gross. VERY GROSS. Turn away if you don't like spit and drool and blood. Is the blood-eating a deliberate desire, or does he just turn into a shark at the sight of Princesa's wounds? Who knowsssssssssss?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

Today is not the day you want to be coddled. It's nearly impossible, because coddling, being teased at...it's all under the soft, strong hands of Lalo, but right now, you just want to shave your legs without cutting yourself. You think you might not have legs by the end of this.

You just want to shave your legs without Lalo treating you like a child when you fail. It's not precisely about Lalo bothering you. Not really, because you don't think you could ever not want him. It's more about needing to do this one thing correctly, and you can't, like the embarrassing woman you are. Lalo's coos and soft nothings remind you that you just can't...exist right. And he can't possibly like taking care of you as much as he promises, not that you'll tell him that.

You try to hold a whimper in at a nick. You fail at that too.

"Princesa? You good?"

He has a perfect everything. A face. A body. A way to take care of you. Hearing. His ears are as perfect as his slight of foot when he sneaks up on you. Or maybe your ears are the worst.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"...What're you doing?"

Lalo asks it quickly, voice going low and almost humored towards the end. You can almost see the drooping curve of his brow.

"...Nothing."

"...Doesn't soounnnd like nothing."

You're almost done anyway, you'll finish off by mutilating the insides of your thigh.

You hiss at an odd sort of slice you make as you try to curve in towards your groin.

"Damn it."

"Princesa," Lalo's voice echoes. Where even is he in the house right now that he can hear you? "What are you doing?"

There's no humor in his voice now. You swallow, slumping your head against the tub.

"I'm just shaving. That's all."

Silence finds you...just before heavy, but quick footsteps. They're only heavy because Lalo wants you to know he's coming.

Lalo's in the doorframe without a second to spare. He clicks his tongue. Once, then twice.

"I told you, this I do for you. What are you doing?! I can do this for you, sweet girl."

You curl. "But I can do it, too."

Your stomach sinks at Lalo's pfft. "Sure. Sure, Princesa. You can...if you want to go legless. Then where would we be? You've got the prettiest, softest legs and..." Lalo kneels down, hands resting on the tub's edge. "Ay, why are you trying to take your legs away from me?"

"I'm just trying to shave by myself because I am an adult! I'm supposed to be able to do this by myself."

"Well, you are." You gasp with a slightly searing sting when Lalo dabs his middle finger on your knee nick. "You're just not doing it good. Sorry. Not doing it well."

Lalo sucks on his teeth. "Oh, poor Princesa. What is she doing to these legs of hers?" He sniffs hard, thumb coming up to scratch on his cheek before circling your shin, just above your small, bleeding wound there.

And you see it along the lines of his tan face, the way he's in thought.

He sucks on his middle finger, eyes closed.

You only know how to face the darkness of his eyes when they open again. The red of his finger is lost on his tongue.

"Seriously, all of a sudden, you wanna just...not let me take care of you one way."

He doesn't sound angry, and that's what strikes you the most. Always.

"Lalo--"

"No. No, I get you. You don't want to need me, alright. But...why all of a sudden?"

"You jus--you just shouldn't have to do this for me. If you--and me want to just for, you know...fun, then that's one thing but I..." You look to the porcelain, hands pressing on your thighs before Lalo takes them away. "But you shouldn't have to because I just don't know how to do it right. I'm an adult, you know?"

Your voice goes soft, cracked. And because you can't deny yourself Lalo for too long, your eyes drift to where his one hand rests on yours, and the other on his own knee.

"Why is needing me so much of a bad thing to you, huh?"

You blink at where your bodies touch, and you think about how he always wants the truth.

"I don't think you could need me as much as I'll always need you."

It's silence again, and you can't figure out what else to say, to soothe over your insecurities that you've revealed. But you don't have to.

Not when you glance at Lalo's face and see that he's not looking at you, he's looking at your wounds.

And his tongue is on them before you can realize it.

"Lalo!"

You can't even gasp at the wet, hot pain of his mouth over the slice on your shin. His tongue doesn't swirl. He doesn't kiss or tease. He just...sucks.

And licks. And licks. And laps. You choke on your own moan as you watch the blood melt on over to the pink of Lalo's tongue. The slight white and yellow of his teeth.

There's no punishment in it. There's nothing like a lecture in the way his tongue heavily, harshly presses into the thin, bloody line on your leg. It's all just...

Lalo. Lalo is not in thought. You don't think he's thinking. You think he just is.

"Ah! Ah...Lalo."

...You think he grunts when he moves up to the nick on your knee, and the only thing that's sober about him is when he finally peppers kisses to your wound, but his mouth is instantly suckling away whatever blood he can after. His palm rests on the first wound, now dry from red, but sticky with his spit.

You realize how hard it must be to be in his position. Lalo's hunching over the tub before stretching his entire body out. He goes from kneeling to pressing his stomach into the tub's edge to reach your other leg when it comes time to suck on the nicks along your thigh.

Tears well, but even in the pain...or...

Because of the pain, it still feels good, you learned this long ago, but it doesn't strike you with fuzz and fire any less -- and may it only be because of Lalo's harsh, wet touch and suckle.

Lalo looks up when you're looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh, don't cry...Princesa. Don't..."

You can feel the fire of Lalo's breath over the drying spit on your thigh. He licks once more on the last wound as if there's any more blood to drain away.

"Don't cry. What were you telling your guy before he--"

He drags his nose to the inside of your thigh, right to where the worst cut sits, still leaking red. It drips onto the tub's floor and against the slight growing hairs of your crotch.

"Oh, oh. Stupid girl. Aren't you lucky you didn't cut your own clit off?"

It's the most he's ever been...light in the past five minutes. Like Lalo's realized he has to come up at some point. It makes sense for him to kiss your thigh wound here.

"That would be hell for you." Lalo sighs dry. "What would Princesa do without her little clit? How could she be as much of a tramp as she is? Only for her guy, of course. But still, what a...trav-est-tee it would be. Ay, ay-ay uh aye."

...And even though this is him as awake as you've seen him, where his eyes aren't just black on your wounds as his digs and licks, this feels like him...tipsy. It isn't just his usual teases, it sounds like he's humoring himself the way he does when he drinks.

Like he's drunk.

You don't know what to do when he makes a low noise at the back of his throat when you go to run your hand over his thick hair.

"I could find a way."

Lalo doesn't even look at you when he laughs close-lipped. There's no nipple pinch, no point where his smiles drops at your attempt at banter, your failure at banter used as an excuse to punish you.

"Course you would. The whore of Mexico persists."

He continues to pepper the fiery, stinging kisses on your thigh slice, and the way it's gentle and happening over and over and over again, you don't think it's for you. You think it just is.

But you don't know how to feel about how this might be for him when he begins to lick again and again, and you don't know what to do when his mouth begins to leak pinkish drool.

You. Not your body. Not your heart. They both know how to reach out for his back as you rest your cheek there, back hunched.

"What were you asking me?"

Lalo asks you with his mouth muffled.

"...I don't know."

And that's the truth. You try to find whatever question you were asking as Lalo tries his best not to...slam head first into the tub as he leans further, pressing his face and tongue and lips over your wound on your inner thigh.

He puts his palm flat on the tub's floor to keep himself steady, with his arm between your legs.

You think he's trying to soak up what blood has been wasted with the skin of his hand.

[sassconvict]

Title: It’s Always Been You

Joel x F!reader

Masterlist

Chapter 8: Driven Apart

Word count -> 2,436 Warnings -> 18+ smut(minors DNI), unprotected sex, handjob, fingering, gunshots, gunshot wounds, bleeding

8 Years after the outbreak:

Reader's POV:

The past 8 years you've all been super lucky. You’ve had contact with a few dozen infected, but you all were strong and fought them off. You and Joel's relationship has kept strong over the years. You wouldn't want to be spending your days with anyone else. Tommy is as annoying as ever, and Sarah is so grown up now; she's 20 now. Where the fuck did all the time go?

You give the boys props; coming to their cabin was probably the best idea either of them has ever had, but as we all know. Luck runs out sooner or later, and sometimes there isn't anything you can do about that.

You haven't had any contact with any people over the years, other than the people you've heard on the radio. Mostly military gets picked up on their transmissions; they call themselves FEDRA. From the sounds of it, they have a big "quarantine zone" in Kansas City, Missouri, which is around an 8-hour drive, 8 days if you're walking. We had no idea what it was like over there, and we had been doing fine on our own here, so we never really considered going there an option, well until it was an option.

Today was just like any other day. You woke up with Joel's arms wrapped around you, and he attacked you with kisses once he realized you were awake. "Good morning, my love," he whispered into your ear, which put butterflies in your stomach and made you feel so safe and loved.

You began to push your ass into him, and this got a groan out of him, and you now felt his cock hardening against your ass. That was exactly what you were hoping would happen. He pushed himself against you this time, and he moaned. “Fuck, baby, do you feel what you're doing to me?" he says in a low and needy voice. You turned around to face him now, and he immediately kissed you. Your tongues pushed together, and the kiss got deeper and needier. You pulled your hand down and grabbed his hardened cock and began slowly rubbing it. This caused Joel to throw his head back as he let out a moan.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good." He praises you and moans again as you continue to rub him in your hand. He then moves quickly so that he is on top of you, staring into your eyes. "Baby, I need you, please," he practically begs.

You kiss him again and pull away to say, “Take me then."

He offers no hesitation as he slips his hand down to your already dripping core. “Oh, baby, is this for me?" He teases you as he slides his fingers through your slick folds, causing a moan to leave your mouth as your hips push onto his fingers, wanting more. "Seems like you are needing me just as much as I need you," he says and hums in amusement.

He doesn't tease you any longer. He sits up and positions himself at your entrance and pushes himself inside you. The stretch gains a strained moan from you. He is so perfect. You love this feeling. You love the way he makes your body feel. You don't know what you would do if something bad ever happened to him.

He breaks you out of thought as he pulls back out before pushing back in, a little deeper and faster this time. He moans into your ear before bringing his lips to your neck and pulling your skin into his mouth, using his teeth to leave a mark on you.

He begins to speed up his movements, and you both begin letting out breathy moans, both of you in complete bliss as you lay there making love to each other. No one could love you the way Joel Miller does, and you thank the universe every day for giving him to you.

You can feel the knot in your stomach build as Joel keeps his pace, hitting your sensitive spot with every thrust. You won't last much longer, and by the way his thrusts are getting heavier, and his moans are getting louder. You can tell he won't be able to hold on much longer either.

"Baby, please don't stop. I'm so close, Joel," you moan to him, and this makes his body shudder, and he lets out another loud groan.

"Oh baby, please come for me. I need you so badly,” he says back to you, and this sends you over the edge, and you feel your body begin to unfold beneath him. Your core starts to tighten on him, and this pulls him into his own orgasm. He pulls out of you and brings his hand down to his cock as he releases on your body, and he starts breathing heavily. You will never get tired of doing this with him.

He sits up and pulls the blanket off you and heads to the bathroom to grab something to clean you up. Once he is done, he lays back down beside you and pulls you back into your arms and says, "I love you so much, darling, more than words could ever describe."

This makes your heart ache. You wish deep down that you were in a normal world where you could live a normal life with him, but you know that's an unrealistic dream. You finally answer him, "I love you too, Joel, so much."

You both lie there for a while before you hear Sarah's door across the hall slam shut. You hope she didn't hear what just happened. But if she did, you will for sure be hearing about it soon. This breaks you and Joel out of your trance, and you both decide it's probably time you get up and go join the family downstairs.

Tommy mentioned he wanted to take a trip to go get some supplies, so he is probably waiting not so patiently downstairs for you guys to come down. After you both are dressed and you've grabbed your bag, you head down to talk to them.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you see Tommy sitting at the table and Sarah sitting on the couch with her arms crossed. She turns to you with a sickened look on her face. Oh no, you already know what is about to happen.

She sighs and says with attitude in her voice, "You know I love you both, but if I have to listen to both your moans one more time, I think I'm going to go clinically insane. You guys are disgusting. No offence."

Tommy begins laughing his head off, and you try to hide behind an embarrassed Joel, but it doesn't work because he's also trying to hide behind your small body. Both of your faces are bright red, and you try to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“Ummm, Tommy, so supplies run? Yeah, I think we should get to that right now," you say to Tommy as he is still laughing at the two of you.

"You guys are hilarious, but yes, supplies run. Let me get my bag packed, and then we can head out," he replies back to you and finally stops laughing. Thank god.

You and Tommy are both at the door putting your shoes on as Sarah speaks up, “You know I've been working on my shooting, and I was really hoping to tag along with you guys on this run."

Joel coughs and quickly answers, “Yeah, sorry, honey, that's just not happening, not yet at least. You aren't ready."

She scoffs at him, “Well, when will I be ready? It’s been 8 fucking years, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore, you can't just keep me in this cabin forever,"

You do somewhat agree with her, but you aren't going to start that argument with Joel today. He replies to her, "One day, but today ain't that fucking day, okay?"

You can tell Sarah is upset, “Yeah, whatever," she says to him. That's when you hear a noise. You quickly shoot a look at Tommy that says, is that what I think it was? And you both really hope it isn't. But then you hear it again, and your assumptions are confirmed. Gunshots.

"Joel, pack up your shit right now, Sarah, you too. The time has come, follow the plan," you say to them with distress in your voice. This was the moment you have been hoping would never come.

There are other people here now, and they are going to find you.

You are all running around grabbing everything you need. Tommy is running out to the truck, and Sarah is following quickly behind him as you and Joel grab the last of your things. That's when you see them. There are about 8 of them, and they are all armed. They don't look like they are here to talk.

Time is running out, and before you and Joel can get out to the truck, they begin firing. You give Tommy the look; this look he knows what it means immediately, and he nods back at you and begins driving away. Save Sarah, that's what that look was telling him. You look back at Joel as he notices them driving away; you can see his heart break, but he doesn't have much time to think about it before they start shooting at you again.

You both look at each other quickly, and then you start running, where? Hopefully somewhere where they can't follow you. Just as you enter the trees, you hear shouting, and then another shot fires. You suddenly feel an intense pain in your shoulder; the fuckers shot you. Joel hasn't noticed yet, so you keep running, and it seems like forever before you stop, but you physically can't go any further.

Joel notices you stop and fall to the ground, “Babygirl, what's wrong?" He asks. You begin to take your jacket off, and he sees the blood and realizes what has happened. He runs to you and helps you get the jacket the rest of the way off as you groan in pain. You've never felt pain like this before, and you feel like you are going to pass out.

"Fuck, fuck, no, this can't be happening," he cries as he looks at your shoulder.

"Joel, the first aid kit in my bag. I need it right now," you sternly say to him, and he listens grabbing it for you.

You begin to take your shirt off so you can assess the damage. The bullet went clean through, thank god. You begin instructing him on what he needs to do.

“Okay, Joel, I'm sorry, but I need you to focus. I can't clean it and wrap it myself, so I need you to do it, so listen to me. Grab the rubbing alcohol and a piece of gauze. I need you to clean the wound before we wrap it." Since you've been running for a while, the bleeding has slowed down a bit.

He does what you say, you let out screams of pain. Fuck, this hurts so badly. "Okay, now I need you to grab a bandage wrap and wrap it up for me. I know it's still bleeding a bit, but we've gotta get it covered up so it doesn't get infected," you say to him, and he listens, doing what you say.

After he is done, he sits down beside you and asks, “Fuck, baby, are you okay?"

You let out a little laugh and say, “Yeah, I think I'm alright. Those guys are lucky we ran away, or they'd be paying for this," though you are trying to be sarcastic, there is a bit of truth behind your words.

He doesn't laugh, he just looks at you with sad eyes and says, "I can't lose you, so I need you to be okay."

"Well, you’re lucky I was actually a surgeon in a past lifetime before this all happened if you remember, so we're a little lucky here," you try and joke and lighten the mood, but it's not really working too well.

He doesn't say anything back, so you decide to grab your bag and pull out your map and compass to try and figure out where you are. Judging from the direction you were running from, you went north, and you can very broadly guess where you might be.

"Joel, I think we have to go to Kansas City, you've heard on the radio. You know they have people there, maybe Sarah and Tommy will have gone there," you say to him as you point to it on the map.

He sighs, he knows you're right, but he also knows it's going to be a long trip over there. Which is one of the main reasons you haven't done it yet. Sarah and Tommy have the truck, so they will have a good shot at getting there safely. "Okay, okay, yeah, you are right. Are you okay to make that long of a trip right now?" He asks you, though he already knows what your answer will be.

"Yes, yes, 100% I'm good enough. We need to find them, Joel, I can't lose them, and I know you can't either,” you say back to him.

He nods, “I know, baby, but I can’t lose you either, okay?”

You smile at him, “And you won’t, but we need to go. Right now, if those guys are following us, then they won’t be far behind us now, and I know I don’t want to get shot again, so we need to gain more distance.” You reply to him as you begin to stand up and you grab his hand with your uninjured arm and pull him off the ground. “I love you so much, Joel, please let’s go find our family.”

“I love you too, darling, let’s go,” he says, and you both start walking away. You’ve got a long trip to make.

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Next -> Chapter 9: We Ain't Bit

***AN: WOAH intense chapter. I hope you guys enjoy the twist in the story. I know 8 years was a big jump, but hopefully, it wasn’t too much. I have big plans for this story, and this was a needed time jump. Hope the beginning of the chapter wasn’t too cringy😭🥵

I may post another chapter, but it will most likely be tomorrow. Thank you, and if you’ve read it all, I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think, please!❤️❤️

[asmutwriter]

My Angel (Part 4)

DESCRIPTION: After the run in with your friend you and Steve get to work into becoming the most realistic fiancé's the world has seen

WORD COUNT: 1600

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WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of stealing, mentions of sex work (not detailed), talk of not eating/lack of food, talk of lack of income

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You get to your apartment complex. Looking upwards at the tall building as you take in a breath. Going inside. Travelling up the large building. Going to your door and unlocking the door before heading inside. Steve was lying on the sofa. He'd obviously either not wanted to go through your cupboards or he couldn't find any sheets as his sofa remained bare.

His head resting against the arm as he reads one of your few books from the shelf. Some vegan recipe cook book. He brings the book down. Looking at you as you shut and relock the door.

"You were a while". You give a small nod.

"I bumped into an old friend of mine and we got chatting for a bit". He nods. Bringing the book back up.

"Was it a good reunion?" You give another small nod. Going and sitting on your bed as you take off your shoes. Kicking them too the floor. He looks. A slight annoyance coming over his face but he stays quiet. His eyes going back up to yours. His annoyed expression turns to one of confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing". You look at him. Focusing on his eyes. "Nothing is wrong" you give him a small smile. Unsure if you're trying to convince him or yourself. He gives out a sigh. Swinging his body round. Leaning forward onto his knees.

"I may have only known you for a day but I can tell something is wrong". You lean forward. Matching his pose.

"Nothing. Is. Wrong". His eyes graze yours. His face remaining serious. Both of you as stubborn as one another. You grit your teeth. Breaking eye contact from his tense stare. "Fine". You don't see the slight twinge tickle his lips as he tries not to smile. Your eyes remain looking down the small length of your home. "I saw my friend and she saw the engagement ring and long story short she now wants to meet my fiancé". Any amount of cockiness he had in his body has disappeared.

"You told her that the ring was fake though?"

"How could I? The nice lady who sold us this couch was a metre away from her. I couldn't say 'oh yeah well I actually lied about being engaged in hopes I could get a piece of furniture cheap'"

"This is why you shouldn't lie". You turn your face to him. His tone. A Mr Know-It-All tone. You take in a breath. It wouldn't be good to get off on the wrong foot with him. Not this early on in... whatever you describe this relationship as.

"She wants to meet us for dinner next Friday. At her place"

"What did you say?" You stay silent for a beat.

"Just be glad I managed to change it from tonight". He lets out a very annoyed sigh.

"Great. That's just great". He leans back on the sofa. Running a hand through his hair. "So much for a low profile" he whispers. Your eyes stay on him. His head tilting to look at the wall. Drifting out the window next to your bed. Your eyes go down to the floor. A small amount of guilt filling you. Then it hits you.

"Maybe its a good thing". He turns to face you again. You lift your gaze up. Meeting his blue eyes yet again. "Think about it - You're on the run from a big bad. A big bad whose probably expecting you to be fully under the radar. Using fake names. Fake ID's. All of that shit". You go forward a bit more. Excitedly placing your hands on his knees as your smile widens. His eyes go quickly to the affection before meeting your gaze again.

"They wouldn't expect you to use your real name. To show up in semi public setting like a friends meal. They probably wont even check any bank uses under that name as they wouldn't think you'd be stupid enough to do that". He stays silent. Watching you. Thinking your plan over. Your very stupid. Very brilliant plan.

"What day is it today?" Your brow furrows softly at his obscure question.

"Friday". He nods.

"So we have a little over a week to learn everything about each other. Stuff that a fiancé would know". Your smile grows. Tongue darting over your bottom lip as you stand.

"This should be fun". He gives a low chuckle.

"Fun isn't the word I'd use for it". You smile. Going over to the cupboard and opening it. Taking out a spare pillow and sheet. Even finding a blanket you'd stuffed away ages ago.

"A challenge then". You go over to him. Holding out the items towards him. Watching as he takes the items from your hand. Placing them onto your lap as he listens to you talk. "My name is Mia Collins. I'm 22. My birthday is October 8th 1994. My favourite colour is pink and my favourite animal is a snake". You sit back onto your bed. Eyes soft as they look at him. He pauses slightly.

"Name is Steve. My birthday is the 4th of July. I used to work as a soldier in the army. My favourite animal is probably a dog".

"I think you got one of those facts wrong". He tilts his head to look at you. His brow knitting slightly. "Your name isn't Steve". You can see a slight panic come over his face. Not that you process that's what it is at the time. "Your name is Shoulders".

"You know what..." You smile at him. Wiggling your eyebrows. He takes in a breath. Shaking his head slightly yet giving you a small smile.

"When is our wedding set for?" He thinks. Standing as he puts the pillowcase on his new pillow.

"5th of August 2017. Exactly one year from the day I proposed to you"

"We met each other mid 2014 but made it official later that year". He nods. Placing the pillow down. You reach into the top drawer of your night stand. Taking out a small wad of paper. He turns. Noting you writing down the various questions and answers. Nodding in approval at your idea. It means you can revise this like a test.

"How do you want to tell them we met?"

"We'll stick to the truth with that one" you glance at him. "Met through a mutual friend". He gives a small chuckle as you go to write it down.

"That would be a lie though". You move your head up. Pen hovering over the pad as you look at him. "We met when you stole my wallet". You smile.

"You can tell them I stole your wallet if you'd rather".

"Makes it a more unique story doesn't it?" You give a small chuckle.

"And only slightly makes me look like a thief".

"But you are a thief"

"That doesn't mean I want them to know that". He smiles. Slowly fading as he watches you scribble down the answers. "We met through a mutual friend. Natasha".

"How did you learn to fight?"

"Hmm?" You look up at him.

"You don't strike me as someone who does fighting in their spare time yet considering you managed to take me and Natasha out with relative ease I'd say you were taught professionally". You take in a breath. Breaking eye contact quickly.

"Natasha actually taught me. When I was younger. But that is a story for a different day". Your eyes go back to his. A small smirk teasing your lips. "I doubt we'll be asked to start Fight Club with my friend and her husband". He smiles. A slight chuckle coming out. Actually happy he understood that reference more then what you actually said.

"What do you do for a job?"

"I er..." am a con artist, steal things, and sometimes sleep with people. "Work in finances. You? You said you were an ex soldier from the army?". He nods.

"We could say I'm on a health leave at the moment"

"We'll say mental health. No one will believe that a man with your... build is struggling physically". He laughs softly. Tilting his head down at the subject. You bring your legs up. Crossing them under you as you scribble the notes down onto the paper. Your stomach rumbles loudly. It was 4:30 in the afternoon and you'd had a coffee today and... that was it. You give a small sigh. Standing up as you go over to your fridge.

"Isn't it a bit early for dinner?"

"Technically" you turn to face him "this is breakfast" you say. Turning back to the fridge. Taking out a ready meal.

"You've not eaten today?" You shake your head. Turning to look at him.

"Food is expensive. I need it to pay rent and-" you motion at the new make-shift bed in your apartment. "Sofas apparently". He glances down at the item he's sat on before looking back up at you. "Besides, by the time that this cooks and I can eat it it'll be after 5 o'clock and that is an acceptable time to have a meal". His brow crosses slightly. You peal back the film. Opening the oven and chucking the item inside. "Feel free to grab any food you want". Slamming the oven door shut. Turning the device on as you continue talking. "I've got a few ready meals and tins of stuff". You nod with your head at the fridge and small box filled with various food items. His eyes follow your gesture. Giving a small nod before turning back to you.

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