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Alright with a Slow Burn | (joel miller x reader) (18+)

A Bonus Meet Me in the Back Oneshot

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pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: Just a casual cockwarming competition on a weekend afternoon. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), size!kink, daddy!kink, degradation!kink, cockwarming, unprotected piv, creampie, assplay, clothes-ripping, brief spitting, v brief over-the-pants footjob action ig, bad casino metaphors, some friendly competition with stakes <3, Olivia Benson appearance, random fluffy moments??? word count: ~5.4K | ao3 a/n: surprise! a dirty little oneshot for you. this takes place a while after part 6, probably a couple months post. title is from Slow Burn by Kacey Musgraves which feels very fitting for them.

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You love when Joel has a weekend night off of work. Your schedules are so misaligned, you often find yourselves stealing frantic early evenings together between your workday ending and his beginning.

The more you’ve taken Joel inside you the more your body molds to him — craves him on the daily. He still takes your breath away each time he enters you, and he still swears up and down about how tight you are every goddamn time. It’s symbiosis at its finest as far as you’re concerned. A mutually beneficial, delicious destruction of your respective selves at the hands of the other.

You fuck and you chill. You chill then you fuck. It’s a lazy cycle, but it works.

Right now you’re relaxing, Joel sitting on the couch and you lounging with your legs draped over his lap. Olivia Benson is solving especially heinous crimes on Joel’s crappy television, filling the leisurely silence of the trailer with a marathon of your shared comfort show. Joel had slept until 2 PM, as is his standard. You’d found yourself at his door as soon as he was once again alive to the world. There’s something about you appearing on his doorstep in fully done face, hair, and dress with him scruffy and bleary-eyed in nothing but joggers that sets your heart alight.

You like him simple, uncomplicated. You bring enough complications of your own. He’s a welcome reprieve with unceasingly open arms and a predictably hard cock. There’s not much more you could ask for.

Joel rubs circles into your ankle with his thumb, occasionally slipping down to the sole of your foot to apply pressure to the arch. Quiet moans of approval creep out of you at the treatment, and you can feel Joel responding to your sounds against your lower leg.

“Hi there,” you giggle, pressing the side of your calf into the initial stages of his bulge.

Joel’s grin gives way to a shallow grunt at the friction, and he clasps a hand around your ankle.

“Better be careful. Snake’s gonna start rattlin’.”

“Well, they don’t call me the snake charmer for nothing,” you joke, sliding your leg over his crotch again.

Joel snorts, quirking his brow. “They call you that, do they?”

“Yes they do,” you assert, nodding resolutely. “I get yours dancing easily enough.”

Joel exhales a laugh through his nose and squeezes your ankle. “Someone’s gettin’ a little big for her britches, ain’t she?”

“I’m not the one bursting the seams of my pants right now,” you retort, a smile playing on your lips.

Joel clears his throat and readjusts his seat, nonchalantly fixing his dick inside his joggers. “Don’t know what you’re jawin’ on about. I am one hundred percent unaffected by those sexy little moans of yours.”

“Oh yeah?” You challenge with a smirk, entirely unconvinced. You bend your leg and inch your foot back slowly, placing it directly onto his growing erection. The arch of your foot starts to massage him gently and Joel’s eyes drift closed for a mere moment before he snaps them back open.

“Yup,” Joel responds matter-of-factly, while noticeably avoiding your eyes.

“Mmm,” you hum, nodding and feeling Joel harden rapidly under your dedicated ministrations. “You, the same man who has never seen me and not popped a boner at some point during the interaction?”

“Don’t know who you're talkin' about,” Joel dismisses, attention honed in on the screen in front of him, but you can see the corner of his mouth fluctuating and his fist clenching at his side.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as your grin broadens. “Daddy?”

“Mmm?” Joel answers, like he’s afraid if he opens his mouth again, his whole cover will be blown and a much more vulgar sound will escape.

“You’re hard as a rock right now.”

Joel finally glances down at his crotch and swears. “Fine. You got me. You happy?”

“I will be soon,” you say with a shit-eating grin adorning your face.

Joel rolls his eyes and tugs at your arm, hauling you up onto his lap. “Come here, you little temptress.”

You giggle, swinging a leg over his and sitting on top of his undeniable arousal and grabbing onto the back of the couch. Joel’s smile matches yours now, eyes going hooded as he revels in having you in his lap once again — where you’re pretty sure he would like you to be at all times.

You dip your head down, stopping just short of your lips becoming one, and whisper, “This position familiar enough for you, big boy?”

Joel’s expression crumbles, a defeated moan pushing out his throat before he’s closing the distance with gusto, clutching the back of your head and burying his fingers in your hair as his tongue intertwines with yours.

You sigh into his mouth with a pleasurable sound of your own and begin rocking your hips down onto his straining cock. “Turn the TV off,” you utter against his lips. “Feels weird to fuck with this show in the background.”

The breath from Joel’s laugh puffs over your face as he snatches up the remote and hits the power button. The room goes quiet, save for the sound of your increased breathing and a barking dog outside. Joel’s hands run over the sides of your calves and the tops of your thighs until he reaches the hem of your sundress. Joel already knows what he’ll find underneath, but he moves it up glacially, building the tension rising in your bones.

“Lean back on your hands,” Joel instructs with soft authority.

You plant your palms solidly on the coffee table close behind you and lean back as your dress rucks up along with Joel’s upward movements. When the skirt hem meets your hips and reveals your lack of panties, Joel exhales heavily out his nose and shakes his head incredulously. “Perfect every time.”

You spread your knees further apart on either side of him and bait him with, “So make it not so perfect.”

“Not possible,” Joel mutters reverently, sliding a thumb between your glistening lips and stroking up from your dripping entrance to your throbbing clit. “Perfect now, different kinda perfect when she’s full o’me.”

“Joel, that is so…filthily sweet,” you admit, your voice pitching higher as his thumb makes another pass up the line of your cunt.

“Ain’t never wanna be nothin’ but that with you, sugarplum,” Joel replies huskily, spreading your outer lips with his middle and pointer fingers as he deftly works his cock out from his pants, tucking the elastic band under his balls. His length slaps weightily against his bare stomach and your pussy pulses in response.

Joel’s mouth shift for a moment, his cheeks concaving slightly, and then he reaffirms the spread of your lips and spits down onto your already dripping pussy.

You moan at the gesture and roll your hips onto Joel’s fingers as he rubs his saliva around your lips and pushes it into your waiting hole. “Put your cock in me, daddy.”

“So excited for him,” Joel chuckles lightly, but slides a supportive arm around your back for you to push yourself upright and fully into his lap again.

A gasp leaves you as your bare pussy descends on the underside of his exposed cock for the first time today and adds pressure to your clit. You allow yourself to grind on him a few times as you press your lips to his ear and say, “I’m gonna drop it down on you so good, daddy. I know how much you love this pussy.”

“I do love this pussy,” Joel sighs, his hands gripping your hips as you grind, “But I’ve got a little idea for you.”

“An idea?” You ask breathily.

“A little wager.”

Your hips still in his lap and you rear back to take in his expression. He’s got a mischievous look on his face as his thumbs stroke at the tops of your thighs.

“What kind of wager?” You ask skeptically.

“If I win, I get something I want. If you win, you get something you want.”

You furrow your brows at him. “You’re putting your cock in me. We both win in that scenario.”

“And what if I just put my cock in you? And I don’t do nothin’ else?”

“Like you’re not gonna move?” You ask, perplexed.

“That’s right.”

“So how do you win?”

“First person to give in. To start beggin’. To start movin’.”

“And you really think I can’t handle that?”

“Oh, baby, I know you can’t handle that.”

You scrunch your face up at him. “Rude.”

“Now, now, you said it yourself. I’m about to put my big fat daddy meat inside you. That don’t sound rude to me,” he chides, gripping his cock with his hand and stroking it to maintain his erection as you work through his proposition.

You roll your eyes. “Ok. What are the stakes?”

“What do you want, baby?”

You mull over a few ideas in your brain, humming thoughtfully as you parse through them, until you arrive on one. “You have to go to see Les Mis with me when it comes to town next month.”

Joel’s nose crinkles immediately. “Ain’t that the one where all those sad people singin’ and cryin’ about bein’ sad for five hours?”

“Three hours. You’ll survive. And I’ll let you fuck me to tears afterward if that’ll make you feel better.”

“Deal,” Joel whips out immediately, and you laugh at his haste.

“Ok. What do you want?”

And Joel is already locked and loaded with his answer. “You let me fuck your pretty, puckered backdoor.”

“Joel,” you groan, elongating the vowels in dreadful hesitance.

“Within the next two months,” Joel negotiates, cupping your face with his palm. “I’ll give you time. We’ll prep you real good before we do it. I just need to shove my cock into that juicy forbidden fruit at least once, babygirl. I gotta. Please let me.”

You know how badly he wants this. You’ve known he’s wanted it for a long time. But he’s just so huge. You have no idea how you’re going to fit him, and you mean that so honestly. But people do it, right? He’s done it with other women. He’s told you about them. It’s possible.

And shit. You are curious. You want to see if you could take it.

You sigh and say, “Two months. Lots of prep. And I can say to stop at any time.”

“Of course, baby.”

“Ok,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Deal.”

Joel’s eyes brighten with heartbreaking earnesty, a smile breaking across his face. “Really? Deal?”

“Don’t ask me again,” you advise sternly. “I said deal. Put your cock inside me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joel replies hurriedly, giddily, guiding your hips up and positioning his cock at the entrance of your cunt. “Make it count, baby. Ain’t gonna feel me rubbin’ on them pussy walls again for a long time if I got anything to say about it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you taunt, taking just the head of him inside you as you drag out the descent. “I know how you get when you’re buried inside me.”

“And how am I?” Joel banters back, his hands flexing on your hips as you sink down another inch.

A lazy smile cracks across your face as you poise your lips at his ear again. “Rutting into me like a mangy mutt until you get your nut out. Like your only purpose in life is to breed me like your bitch.”

Joel grunts at your words, his fingers digging into your flesh as you continue to slide down onto him. “So we’re playin’ dirty, are we?”

You laugh softly in his ear and say, “Don’t remember us ever playing any other way, daddy.” You give a sharp nip to his earlobe and hear him moan.

“Such a naughty fuckin’ girl,” Joel purrs, slipping a hand up your torso and between your tits until he’s cupping your neck delicately. No pressure, just a reassurance of his presence and a daring power move. You hum into the crook of his neck as you finally bottom out, your ass flush with his thighs and the tip of his cock nestled as deep as he can reach in this position.

Joel’s hand glides from your throat to your jaw and guides your face back up to his, his nose nudging yours as he says, “Let the games begin, baby.”

Your mouths fall into each other so naturally like this now, Joel always searching for your lips when he’s breaking you apart, like that will hold your pieces together. When the kisses grow deeper, you have to police your own movements carefully, resisting the urge to roll down onto him as the passion ramps up between you.

Coming up for air is bittersweet, knowing you can’t compensate for the loss of contact with renewed vigor in your hips. You gasp when you feel Joel’s cock flex inside you.

“That’s not allowed,” you whine, leaning your forehead against his and tucking your fingers into the hair at the back of his head as he smirks at his little loophole.

“Ain’t grindin’, ain’t movin’. Not against the rules.”

“You’re making shit up.”

“Am not.”

You groan a little as he flexes again, racking your brain for an idea until you come up with your own sweet revenge. Silently thanking your kegel exercises, you focus your muscles to contract around his cock in retaliation.

Joel groans in response, his head falling back against the top of the couch. “Fuck me, you little devil. That’s so fuckin’ not fair.”

“All’s fair in love, war, and sex wagers,” you tease, squeezing around him again just to hear him grunt again.

“Well, I’m callin’ a truce then,'' Joel says, nipping at your bottom lip. “I don’t move him, you don’t squeeze her.”

“Fine. Truce accepted.”

“Good girl.”

You hum and capture his lips again, sighing as he eagerly melts into you once more. Your pussy feels full, in a sensation that is both incredibly frustrating and oddly satisfying. You’ve longed for a simplified scenario of this for a while — to just exist with his cock stretching you open until your pussy doesn’t remember how it’s ever felt any other way. For time to pass and your bodies to remain as one. For him to take root inside you, cast out tendrils that affix to your walls and imprint their memory in the plush welcome of your cunt. This ever-present, almost anxious instinct to entreat your body to remember him and how he makes you feel.

This wasn’t exactly how you imagined it happening, a silly competitive sex game, but you’ll take it. This route seems much more organically Joel than anything else would anyway.

Your lips part from each other again and you rest your head on his shoulder, a sneaking suspicion that the two of you will be in this for the long haul. Joel’s hands slip under your dress and up your back, thumbs grazing back and forth at the sides of your tits.

“‘S kinda nice,” Joel mutters into your hair.

“It is. Unexpected side effect of our competitiveness, I guess,” you reply, words slightly warped by your cheek smushed against his shoulder. “Better not go soft on me, old man.”

“Can’t help it. You make me a little soft,” he says, a bit of solemnity in his voice.

You feel your heart flip over in your chest for a moment at his words. “Oh. I—I mean. I meant something much less appropriate than that, but…”

Joel expels a brief laugh and shifts his thumbs to your nipples, fussing with them as they harden under his attention. “I think you know, little sugarplum, that you’ve made me hard in the cock and soft in the heart for a hot minute now.”

“Shut up,” you mumble bashfully, but you close in and place a kiss onto the side of his neck. “Say something dirty, please. You’re actually going to go soft at this rate.”

Joel laughs again and tweaks your nipples between his fingers, making you squeak quietly in cheery arousal.

“You wanna know my favorite part of tearin’ up this tiny slit?”

Your giggle mingles with a moan as he shifts tone so effortlessly at your behest, but indulge him. “What, daddy?”

Joel’s hands skip down to the creases of your hip and thigh, rough fingertips running over the divots in your skin where you’ve sat on him for what feels like ages. “When I fuck into you just right and I feel your tight little snatch clamp down on my cock. Jesus.”

You whimper into his neck, actively fighting your body’s need to grind on him, ride him until he loses control and spills inside you.

Joel groans himself as he recounts his memories of you and him together. “Or when I’m hittin’ it so deep you can’t say a goddamn thing. No fuckin words, no slutty little sounds. Just braindead on my fuckin’ pussy pounder like the dick-drunk cumslut you are.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you whine against him, nails biting into the back of his neck as your hips scream at you to move. “You can’t say shit like that to me and not…”

“Not what, baby? Do some pussy pounding? You want Daddy Joel to treat you like a whore, sugarplum? He ain’t do that enough? He too nice to you?”

You moan as you feel wetness flowing out around Joel’s cock at his words. Joel really is usually so nice to you with only a few exceptions. He’s dirty and filthy, but he’s become annoyingly respectful to a degree. “I want you to treat me like a whore, daddy.”

“Poor baby,” Joel placates, raking his nails lightly over the tops of your exposed thighs until you shiver. “Better watch what you’re wishin’ for. Your resolve's lookin’ a bit shaky. And you wouldn’t wanna lose, would you?”

One of Joel’s hands drifts behind you, dipping a finger down between your cheeks and ghosting directly over the site of his potential earnings if you don’t pull your shit together.

You swear quietly and regroup, taking a deep breath. “Not a fucking chance, old man.”

Joel chuckles tauntingly, gripping your asscheek in his hand before relinquishing you and settling his hands back at your hips.

“Can you put on the TV or something so I can distract myself?” You whine, placing your hands on his chest.

Joel puts on a mocking pout and says, “Aww, you need a distraction from daddy’s cock filling you up? Are you daddy’s little bunny rabbit? Just need to bounce, bounce, bounce?”

“Fuck you,” you grumble, burying your face in his neck again. “How is this so fucking easy for you?”

“Who said it’s easy for me?”

“You’re just acting so breezy about this.”

“I still got it up, ain’t I?”

He is still rock hard. You can assess that with no trouble. You’re filled to the brim with him, and you imagine that his precome is coating the entrance of your cervix with how perfectly he’s made his home there.

“Yeah, very much so,” you admit.

Joel’s thumb strokes over your cheek delicately. “Believe me. As long as I’m hard, stayin’ still inside you ain’t gonna be easy for me. My goddamn brain is programmed to bust your fuckin’ walls down.”

“And you do it so well,” you coo, snaking your hand down between the two of you and slotting it into the small opening between your converging hips until your fingers are in reach of his ballsack.

The moment your fingers graze against the sensitive skin, Joel releases a helpless sound. “Oh, sugar, you can’t—” His words are cut off with a deep moan as your hand lightly contracts around his balls.

“Ain’t grindin’, ain’t movin’,” you imitate poorly back at him, cupping his sack and softly massaging the skin between them as he bites his lip and groans at your devious discovery.

“When I win, that little cock box ain’t gonna know what hit it when I’m done with you, little girl. And that asshole’s gonna be puckerin’ in fear knowin’ I’m gonna ream it out just as hard when the time comes,” Joel threatens, the severity of his words significantly weakened by the pitiful desperation in his voice.

“Big talk for a man I’ve got by the balls right now,” you deride with an impish grin, kneading the rounded pair of flesh in your palm, dutifully enough that it makes him keen. You feel the head of his cock twitch against your insides, and you’re fairly certain it was unintentional on his part. “Daddy’s getting a little excited in there, isn’t he?”

“Smug little shit,” he retorts, inhaling deeply through his nose to ground himself while in your clutches. Too lost in the amusement you’ve found in toying with Joel’s testicles, you nearly jerk up on his cock when you feel a spit-slick finger prodding at your unoccupied hole. “Still feelin’ smug?”

“Joel, don’t that’s—ohh,” your words trail off in a moan and your hand stalls below his cock when the tip of Joel’s finger pushes past the ring of muscle to the first knuckle.

“Said we were playin’ dirty,” Joel says huskily, wriggling his encased fingertip in a coaxing circle around the rim of your asshole from inside, pulling a whimper from you. “Figured I’d play where my whore is dirtiest.”

“That’s fucked up,” you argue breathily as his finger pops languidly in and out of your clenching hole. You give a slightly tighter squeeze to Joel’s ballsack and feel his cock twitch again. “You can’t pilfer through the goods before you’ve won. I should make you sit through my shitty rendition of I Dreamed a Dream if that’s how you’re gonna play.”

“Sing your heart out, little songbird. Ain’t gonna get you any closer to winnin’,” Joel says, voice straining against the pleasure you’re driving with your dexterous hold on him.

You whine as your body wrestles with being penetrated in two holes at once by Joel, your clit throbbing at the delicious noises Joel is making at your hands-on treatment, and you feel your determination dwindling by the second. You have no idea how long Joel has until he breaks, and your brain and body are screaming at you to allow this man to do what he does best and let him rearrange your guts with unbridled ferocity.

You know you could convince him to go to Les Mis with you regardless.

And you‘ve been planning on gifting him anal soon anyway. But he doesn’t need to know that. You can let him think he won it from you.

You don’t give a shit about the competition anymore.

You just need to get dicked down.

So you finally blow the whistle, wave the white flag with a, “Fuck it,” and smash your lips against his, ratcheting your hips back and forth like a snapped rubber band.

Joel’s reactionary groan is loud and raspy as his fingers sink into the meat of your ass, hauling you with impassioned movements to assist in your primal need to make up for lost time.

“Fucking finally,” he growls into your mouth, starting to lift your hips and pull you back down onto his length as you moan like a shameless whore at the friction. “‘Boutta make you the sorest fuckin’ loser this side o’the Miss’ssippi, sweetheart.”

“Do it,” you cry out, pressing your foreheads together as your fingers tug at the hair on the nape of his neck and you begin to bounce on his cock with all the tenacity you brought to your stupid competition. “Fucking destroy me, daddy.”

You feel like your cervix is bruising from each punch of his cock inside you, from the way he’s yanking you down on him while fucking up into you with a deafening grunt on every thrust. He gives a final, punishing thrust before pulling you off his cock entirely and nudging you back.

“Get on the fuckin’ floor. On your back.”

You narrowly miss smacking your head on the coffee table in your haste, scrambling down to the carpet and falling onto your back for him. Joel loses his sweats in no time flat, swiping them across his sweat-dappled forehead and tossing them to the side before kneeling between your spread legs.

Joel’s fists clench around the rounded neck of your sundress as he looks you dead in the eye. “You love this dress?”

You swallow and shake your head vigorously. Even if you did, you didn’t give a single fuck in this moment what happened to it. Which is fortuitous, because Joel rasps out a single low grunt and the cotton dress tears like tissue paper at his hands. He rips it right down the center, collar to hem, the straps over your shoulders the only fabric keeping it attached to your body. But Joel, having revealed precisely what he wanted, doesn’t bother with further destruction.

He just takes a few moments to drag his eyes up and down your now fully exposed body, nipples peaked and hard, pussy spread, stretched, and drenched, and your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath for the brief, heavy few seconds you’re sharing before he pounds you into oblivion.

You remember the last time he ripped clothing of yours. That very first time in the backroom when he wrenched your panties clean off your bottom half to give himself unfettered access to your enticing offer. It feels appropriate that the second time he wrecks your wardrobe is to once again lay claim to his spoils.

You love feeling conquered by him. Vanquished.

There really wasn’t much of a point in you winning. He’d won a long time ago. The moment he sunk into you the first time. You were done for.

Joel corrals your legs onto his shoulders, folding you in half as a balancing hand appears next to your head on the shag carpet and the other guides his cock to your waiting heat.

He notches at your opening and looks down at you, halting there. “Tell daddy he won.”

You whimper at the tease of his thick, slickened head at your hole, but concede with no ambiguity, “You won, daddy.”

Your mouth falls open in a breathy gasp as he splits you open around him again, pressing back in to the hilt with no resistance. The hair at Joel’s base prickles at your folds, dampening them with your accumulated wetness. His hands bracket your head as he drops down to steal a sloppy kiss from your lips, sucking your blatant arousal off your tongue.

“Daddy’s gonna enjoy your little slot machine, baby. Heard she’s as loose as a fuckin’ whore in Vegas.”

“She feel loose to you?” You counter, squeezing around his cock again, now that you’re free to do so.

Joel groans, retracting his hips inch by inch, pausing with a smirk to say, “Sure feels like a jackpot to me,” before plunging back inside you.

He hits so different from this angle, and you never seem to remember just how much until he dives in. You feel winded on the first thrust, but it’s an addictive sort of high. It’s like he’s got a hand around your throat, commanding your breath with his strokes, but, as disgusting as it is, the only hold he has on you in this moment is your heart.

Maybe you’re “dickmatized” as your friends say, but you can’t help but think that with a cock like his, it’s so easy to fall for this man. And then he follows it up with attentiveness and affection, and it feels like a fucking rabbit hole you’re tumbling down. Only he has ever been able to steal your breath with his dick, and then steal it again with his sincerity, just to breathe you back to life when you see him again.

It’s terrifying and exhilarating, two sides of the same coin that seems to be spinning indefinitely. Part of you wishes Joel would catch it, flip it onto the back of his hand, and reveal the result for you. But he would never do that on your behalf. So you just let it spin.

The buildup has Joel relentless in his mission to show you just why you lost to him, and what you were missing by thinking you could win. Although, you have a sneaking suspicion that he fabricated this entire game to all but guarantee his chances at exploring your “forbidden fruit” as he’d called it. You can’t fault him for that. The man is clever.

The noises falling from your lips are unfiltered and raw. You couldn’t restrain them if you tried. Joel’s cock is mind-numbingly agonizing, slamming into you with undeniable intent to demolish you. You’re vaguely aware of the scrape of Joel’s flesh under your fingernails as they rake for purchase on his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Joel is definitely babbling to you, but with all the noise in your brain it’s fragmented as it meets your ears.

“…pussy’s so…chokin’…big cock…lucky girl…rolled daddy’s snake eye, didn’t ya…”

Your eyes are rolling around in your skull as he hammers into the end of you with unfathomable stamina. Joel offers what you sense are filthy encouragements as your pussy welcomes the onslaught and your sounds begin to fail you, exactly as he said happens when he’s fucking you just right. Your mouth lies open with nothing to fill it, even your own vocalizations.

You can feel two rough fingers on your clit, but it’s blurred on the edges of your mind. Your brain doesn’t comprehend it, but your body does, because you can feel it seizing, clenching in preparation for the inevitable release. And release it does, your back arching off the ground, forcing the last remnants of sound from your throat in a final, high-pitch whimper as your vision flashes white and your hearing goes staticky.

You think you hear a telling groan from Joel indicating his own completion, but it gets lost in the haze. Your body comes back to you in gradual sections. You feel your fingers first, still earthed in Joel’s back like they were dead-set on drawing blood — which they may well have done. Then up your arms and down your abdomen, where you soon recognize the press of Joel’s face in your neck and his hot, panting breath over your skin. The sensation in your feet trickles back to you and you pinpoint them locked in a vice grip around Joel with your heels still digging into his ass like the masochist you’ve spectated yourself becoming since you met Joel.

You find your voice again, and it feels like sandpaper, but you’re compelled to ask, “Wait, did you already come?”

Joel breathes a laugh into your neck. “Like Jesus Christ himself, sweetheart.”

“No, I missed it,” you groan, dragging out the first word in disappointment.

“‘S alright, baby,” Joel consoles, stroking down your hip soothingly. “There’ll be a million more where that came from if I got anythin’ to say about it.”

You flex your pelvic muscles to suss out the situation down there. It feels empty, evidence of the gaping absence of him. You clench, and your pussy might as well be crying. To be refilled, to be left alone. To lick its own wounds, to have more inflicted before you even bother. And then there’s the drip of him from inside you, a crude balm to the aching gash between your legs. The only remedy that you think—that you hope—you’ll ever need with him.

Your orgasm had clearly taken you out of commission for a few minutes, because Joel’s cock already lies completely flaccid against your stomach, rung dry by the iron grip of your cunt. Joel’s lips find yours and it’s messy and perfect. Like an ardent forgiveness for your self-imposed sin of not witnessing his achieved euphoria. It’s healing precisely where you need it to heal.

“You’re fucking incredible,” you sigh, your limbs going limp around him, sliding off to land where feels natural. One of those places happens to be your hand intertwining with his.

Joel’s grin presses into your neck as he plants a kiss there. He slips his free hand around the curve of your ass, fingers dipping into the split of your cheeks in a cruel foreshadow, chuckling as he says, “Hope you’re still sayin’ that when I cash in my chips.”

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THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE

ZUKO

Physical touch - Zuko is still learning to openly express emotion, but physical touch comes naturally to him as it means of connection. Expect casual affection like hand holding, cuddling with you on the couch, and lingering hugs whenever you're together. Making love is also his way of showing all the feelings he still struggles to put into words.

AANG

Acts of Service- Aang happily handles household chores you don't like so you have less things to care about. He remembers the small things that make your life easier like cooking your favorite meal ,Little pampering back rubs when you're stressed are his love language. His support is unfailing, he'll help you with anything, no request is too small or big.

SOKKA

Physical Touch- Sokka is always finding excuses to be near you, with an arm around your waist or holding your hand. Casual physical intimacy is how he shows his love. Cuddling and lazy morning kisses in bed are some of his favorite ways to bond with you. He gives the best hugs warm, comforting and making you feel completely cared.

KORRA

physical touch and Words of Affirmation - Korra regularly expresses how much she cares through compliments, words of encouragement, and expressing what she admires about you. She's generous with affectionate nicknames that make your heart melt. She also likes to be as close to you as possible, so physical intimacy is very important to her, resting her hand on your waist,holding hands, cuddling,she enjoys each if it's with you.

IROH II

Words of Affirmation- Iroh makes sure to tell you how beautiful, intelligent, and talented he thinks you are every day. Compliments come easily to him. After passionate moments together, he whispers words of adoration and care into your skin. Iroh writes you little cute letters expressing his feelings when he can't see you.

MAKO

physical touch - Mako is surprisingly very affectionate.He enjoys wrapping you in his arms, holding your hand, gentle caresses, kissing your lips/forehead, playing with your hair. Cuddling and intimacy are big for him. Physical touch helps him feel connected.

BOLIN

Acts of Service and physical touch- Bolin secretly enjoys doing thoughtful things to take the load off your shoulders. He'll tackle household chores without being asked or cook your favorite meal. Small gestures to showhe cares. He is naturally affectionate. He loves holding hands, giving you full-body hugs, stealing sweet kisses whenever possible, and finds simple pleasures in little acts like brushing your hair or massaging your shoulders after a long day. Physical intimacy between you is a must.

TAHNO

physical touch -Tahno is very physically affectionate, especially after becoming intimate. He loves holding hands, casual touches, kissing, cuddling, and of course more passionate embraces. Public PDA doesn't scare him,Physical touch is how he feels most connected and shows his deepest affection.

KATARA

Quality Time - Katara is a fantastic listener and gives you her full attention when you're together. Date nights in are romantic - just curled up together talking for hours means the world. She loves learning about your interests. the time you spend together is always meaningful.

ASAMI

Receiving Gifts - Gifts from Her always feel personal ,something she saw that made her think of you. She pays attention to little things you mention in passing just so she can surprise you later.

JET

Quality time - He tries to spend as much time with you as possible, Jet is an excellent listener and loves engaging in meaningful conversation. One on one dates, walks together, dancing, hanging out without distractions are quality time he cherishes.

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵“

Inspo: Sabrina Claudio - Better Version Tory Lanez - And This Is Just The Intro

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You had always been there for Maddy. She had always had a chance with you, but she was always with Nate. So, she had to imagine every little moment with Nate to be you. But when she is finished with her day and enduring Nate, you make it worth it when you come around.

Warnings: Angst and then eventual passionate smut.

Words: 2019

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

She was hooked.

Maddy was undeniably, miserably, and astronomically hooked on you since she met you. Her fingers interlocked with Nate’s as they both enjoyed the warm sun on their skin while walking back to her house always being sacred. But one day, their typical path was blocked up by you and your friends drinking, smoking, and eating. The fresh scent of burgers and hotdogs filled her senses as she glanced at the front porch.

You and your friends held no shame and clearly weren’t afraid of any police showing up. But she spotted you instantly because of your hulking figure. Your lips formed into a goofy smile as you dabbed up your friend with your gaze finding hers. And before she knew it, you were jogging over.

“Yo, folks!” You smiled with your blunt resting naturally between your lips. Both Maddy and Nate reluctantly turned to you, finding you still smiling politely at them, eyes flickering to Maddy far more occasionally. Pulling the blunt from your lips, Maddy saw the faint black ink of your had that disappeared under the sleeve of your jumper. With her eyes flickering to what looked like the head of a snake peeking out the collar of your shirt. “Do you guys want some burgers and shit? We got beer and all that if you’re interested.”

Before Maddy could even reply, Nate’s hand clenched around hers. “We’re good, thanks though.”

“Oh, c’mon, man. Where’s the harm in drinking a bit and having some food, huh?” You inquired casually. “You guys are in high school, right? East Highland?”

“Yes,” Maddy confirmed, interest clinging to her tone. “But why does that matter?”

Your gaze flickered down for her with a gentle smile. “I went there last year. I know for damn sure that Nate Jacobs isn’t a saint, so why aren’t you coming to drink, man?” You inquired, a welcoming smile dancing across your lips.

The boy seemed about ready to start a fight, but considering most of your friends were sitting and watching, he held his tongue. But Maddy was intrigued by your carefree nature, not to mention how easily you started this conversation without hesitation. If it be her, she wouldn’t just be inviting random people she didn’t know to her barbeque.

But you were quick to notice the tension judging by the glare Nate had directed in your direction. Raising your hands in surrender, you moved out of their path with that same casual smile on your lips. “Okay, fine, man.” Turning to Maddy, you smiled and held your hand out for her. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

She took your hand and instantly felt the small paper in the palm of your hand. Skillfully taking it without Nate noticing, she smiled. “You too.” And when she and Nate walked away, you rubbed your hands, eyes running up and down her figure. Maddy glanced over her shoulder, catching your stare but it didn’t stop you from grinning, tongue peeking out as you wet your lips. Winking at the girl before you went back to where you sat. Maddy rolled her eyes, interest beginning to rise to boil as her hand tightened its hold with Nate’s.

That had been the first time Maddy ever met you so many things seemed to have changed since then. And she wishes that it could’ve been as simple as a handoff to see you more. You didn’t go to school, so on the rare occasion she saw you at a party, she always found a way to part from Nate’s side to ambush you wherever you may be. If it is in the hall waiting for the bathroom or in the backyard with the rest of your friends.

Because she knew you were better for her. Your smile, your personality, your piercing e/c eyes, your soft lips, everything about you was better than Nate. But breaking off from Nate wasn’t as simple as she’d like. He had a hold on her and you were a high that gave her a chance to forget about him and think about what could possibly be. And understandably, you wanted something more than just a friends-with-benefits relationship. Fights over the phone and in the flesh created a distancing factor that had left the two of you taking some time off from one another.

So, as you stood in the kitchen at a random’s house, kids partying around you, your eyes stayed transfixed on Maddy. Minutes ago, you had contemplated leaving just from how stuffy the air felt. The sweaty bodies of teens brush past you in hopes of getting more drinks or getting laid in one of the many bedrooms upstairs. But her presence kept you here. You hadn’t even noticed her when she initially got here either. It was like a third sense when you just felt it in your gut. Sure enough, she was here with some of her friends and Nate Jacobs.

You wanted to hate her for what she putting you through. Making you wait for something that might not even happen. Because you could be out with some other chick that wanted your time and love. You could be enjoying your life and leaving Maddy Perez in the rearview. But her being here or even 4 blocks from your house made that difficult. And honestly, you didn’t want to leave her behind ‘cause she sold you enough dreams of a happier life than you’d ever get without her.

“Look at me. Come over and see me,” you thought to yourself, seeing Maddy laugh with Cassie with red solo cups in both girls’ hands. Yet, you got nothing, not even a glance. Albeit, she might’ve just not noticed you yet, but you were selfish and wanted- needed her.

Handing your blunt to one of your friends, you moved out of the kitchen. Eyes cast forward but taking a daring glance at Maddy. Her eyes were already following you. An unreadable expression took her face as you looked away, rounding the stairs and climbing. Maneuvering through a few of the drunks passed out or talking on the steps. When you reached the top of the stairs, there was a sizable lineup of kids waiting for the bathroom. Doors on the sides were all shut and locked, and muffled moans were barely heard from outside.

These are what kids did nowadays.

Shaking the thought from your head, you continued down the hall, looking over your shoulder to see Maddy following. A faint smile was seen on your lips as you continued to lead to an unoccupied room. Stepping inside, you stood by the bed, watching the shadow of Maddy dance across the doorway before she appeared. Lips pulled into a grin as she carefully closed the door behind her, leaning her body against the door with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

The lock of pure excitement in her eyes never ceased to amaze you. No matter how many times the two of you did this, she always seemed to have a shot of adrenaline shoot through her body. And even though there were some clearly complicated feelings in the mix, the two of you knew what you guys needed tonight.

Maddy was panting mess as she shook with each thrust of your hips. Cock spearing into and bumping every single sweet spot that had Maddy bristling in bliss. A lazy smile on her lips as she tried to buck her hips to meet your thrusts, but you kept one firm hand on her stomach, making each thrust more enjoyable to feel. With your other hand old both her wrists above her head as you hummed at the feeling of her walls practically squeezing around your cock.

Each pound was pushed out from the frustration you felt, and Maddy knew it. And your bloody back was from her own frustration with the situation you two felt. These 2 hours of bliss weekly weren’t enough for either of you. Both of you needed more and needed it soon.

Maddy needed it the most just from her troubles with Nate. But that wasn’t surprising considering there were always problems when it came to him. But she needed out. She needed you more than she’d like to admit. You brought the best out of her and made her feel things she never thought possible. Or never thought she was capable of feeling. Whatever Nate made her feel was fabricated as she tried justifying her relationship with him. With you, it felt real. Everything felt better.

So, as your lips ghosted over Maddy’s, she cracked into a smile. Leaning her head up to kiss you softly before parting a breath away. Breaths intermingled together as you rocked your hips against her, smiling when Maddy groaned, head rolling back into the pillows. Her toes curled with her arms began to shake. Wanting nothing more than to claw at your back once more. Feel more of your warmth and large body pressed against hers.

The party was still very much going on downstairs, but even if it wasn’t, the two of you wouldn’t have stopped. The animalistic desire the both of you felt was always growing and no one could hold that back. And the fact that this hadn’t happened after your most recent fight 2 weeks ago, the time apart had to be made up. Both of you were fully intending on doing so.

“Fuck yes!” Maddy gasped, feeling you rut your hips forward before parting and slamming back in. Continuing this loop until you felt the knot in your stomach build and build. Smashing your lips against her as your hips began to move far more frantically. Chasing the high you had yearned for since the fight. Maddy’s legs curled around your waist, keeping you as close as she could.

Until finally, you groaned, hips bucking forward as Maddy’s velvety walls clenched around, her orgasm exploding. The both of you moaned, foreheads resting together as the two of you aided one another in prolonging the feeling.

When it did end, you pulled out of her, leaving Maddy whining in protest. You tied off the condom and tossed it in a nearby trash bin before you laid on your stomach in the bed. Chest rising and falling as Maddy straddled your lower back and looked at the mess she had made to your back. Scratch’s painted your chocolate-toned skin with some being minor scrapes whilst others had pierced large chunks of your skin and caused blood to emerge. But something about the sight only made Maddy’s heart skip as she rubbed her thumbs into your lower back.

You looked over your shoulder, smiling as she tried to soothe the ache. “We need to invest in some rope, M,” you quipped with a pant. “Scaring my back isn’t ideal.”

Maddy laughed softly, reaching to the end of the bed and grabbing your shirt and slipping it on. “I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away.” Her lips taunted, a look of innocents that made you scoff in amusement.

“Nate downstairs?” You inquired, sighing as you were already preparing for the answer you would receive. You knew it was just a hook-up and not expecting anything more. Sadly, this was what you got yourself into and couldn’t imagine leaving.

But when you felt her brush of fabric touch your back, you peeked over your shoulder to see the small frame of Maddy leaning over you. Trapping you beneath her, but there wasn’t much trapping when you could lift her and move her. But you allowed her to enjoy her tiny amount of dominance.

“He’s in the rearview,” she told you, chuckling at the way your eyes brightened. Her hands came up and brushed your cheek softly. “Let’s focus on us, yeah?”

There was no response of agreement needed as she already knew what you would say. Although the two of you wouldn’t admit it, you guys loved one another. And if you could have her forever or be able to call her yours, you would be the happiest man on this Earth.

#maddy perez #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez x black!reader #x black reader #x black!reader #euphoria x black!reader #x black!male!reader #maddy perez x black!male!reader #alexa demie #maddy perez angst #maddy perez smut #maddy perez euphoria #fuck nate jacobs #maddy perez x black male reader #maddy perez x black reader

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Hi I love your story and I read your secret histories story and I love it, I wanna ask if your not busy how about a yandere secret history tails x reader where she is a kind and sweet person who never judge someone by their appearance and she dotes and pampers him a lot

Yandere Secret History Tails w/ sweetheart!Darling

Secret History Tails x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note : Why hello, Nonnie!! Of course you may, my darling, hope you’ll be able to enjoy<3<3 My apologies for slight inactiveness, I assure each and every one of you that more headcanons of our lil ol’ psycho and other characters are also coming up; things have just been a teensy tiny bit busy for me lately, but I do try keeping up with the requests. Don’t want to let yall down💞

Quick note that I do not write for gendered Readers much though!! Accidents can happen when requesting, and I promise I am not upset, but just so everyone understands that gender is not something I’m going after.

Due to the request describing identical characteristics for the Reader as the one in my A Once Innocent Act of Tenderness fic and no specified choice of content was asked for, headcanons with that particular darling were chosen =} Just see it as a minor backup continuation of the story.

A Once Innocent Act of Tenderness ➷

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Delusional mindsets • Obsessive + Possessive behaviour • Murder + Torture mention • Forced relationship • Co-dependency • Kidnapping • Worship • Psychological abu$3 • Brainwashing trauma [On Tails’ part] • Tails may as well get his own TW tbh

Outwardly there doesn’t seem to be all too big of a difference between yandere Secret History Tails and his neutral version. They’re both still very much sociopathic, show clear signs of unhinged behaviour and may get obsessive streaks from time to time, are manipulators at heart, can remain atleast somewhat delusional about both of your relationship with one another and they too view you as something much more above than any other mobian that might have their ways in their pathetic unworth of a universe. And although he normally could have recovered from this mindset slowly with the help by his side, his full on yandere form however, does not. And all honestly speaking, it wouldn’t even be likely to occur in the first place without a specific darling that is kind and has been there from the very beginning; when his trauma of brainwash has developed into something else ...and certainly not something in a positive light. It’s safe to say that this version of his may even be more disturbed than the sanity of his usual self, and that information alone is enough to bring in that you’re going to be stuck on quite the bumpy ride.

While his usual worshipping behaviour would hold nothing malicious behind it, this case is a little more ... interestingly different to say the least. Unlike his casual form who most easily said puts you in the place which was originally meant to be taken by Sonic after you’ve came along and properly earned it; this state of his and his already existing delusions have caused him to literally believe you to be his own personal guardian angel, being there for him in order to protect him from all the wrongs, misery and injustice in this existence. Unlike usual, at an early point he knows that the “real” Sonic of his dimension doesn’t want him, just letting the hedgehog take advantage of his seemingly non-lucid state and torment him to no end; causing him to both grow incredibly touch starved for any kind of gentle offering and worsening his already unstable mindset. And the one simple change that makes all the difference between the two is how he’d normally find himself giving in over time torwards your doting nature with him in particular, while this version of his had already emotionally snapped before he even got the chance to do so. Now the only motivations being left to linger in the back of his mind being the one entity that’s been sweet to him right from the start, and the desperate desire to just take them in as his own--His property. The others have been able to keep you and your dearing behaviour all to themselves for far too long by now, it’s only fair.

As information that’s been given before, a darling like this has him fairly taken aback, the sweet demeanour being, quite sadly said, totally foreign to him. On one hand he wants to give in, wants to achieve the gentleness that’s right on the end of the line and so easily accessible, the desires for the consideration and care becoming close to unbearable to him; but right at the same time, he feels suspicious torwards the close to angelic aura around them, feeling as if it’s nothing more and nothing less than some mere act. This distrust being caused by the harassment he’s got back when he wasn’t even in this position as Sonic’s best friend, despite the lack of memory from it. You’re too sweet for your own good, too perfect; of course it couldn’t be genuine. Another thing potentially stalling him is the fact how Sega has quite literally made him believe how his existence is meant to be surrounded by Sonic, it becoming closer to convincing him farther how it holds absolutely zero meaning without the blue hedgehog being in the picture. But even despite these thoughts of protest, the fox can only take so much. there’s gonna be some point where he cannot suppress these feelings anymore.

Even though his usual self is no exception to causing deaths of those that just so happened to cause immense discomfort or pain to you; another thing that can be written off as a big change is that he’s a whole lot more violent torwards any potential rivals, quite literally going off for torture right off the bat, unlike his casual self who just wishes to get the job done with by blowing the said mobian into hundreds of little bits by his excellent yet dangerous explosives. His yandere form however ... Is absolutely not comparable; his actions now being much more similar to how he treated his victims at the end of secret histories. The two-tailed fox absolutely has zero restraints over himself and is often completely out of control when doing so, the blood of his nemesis covering the floor and walls and psychopathic laughter filling the air. Another important aim being how unlike he would have behaved with Sonic’s case, he would be a whole lot more secretive about the entire murder thing around you. He wouldn’t want to upset his precious and divine admirer now, would he? You’d slowly notice those around you starting to disappear into thin air, each and every acquaintance vanishing only to never see the light of day ever again.

Something else I could picture is that he specifically holds immense grudges against any other Tails counterparts of his, going as far to just take care of the little issue almost immediately after notice. Despite being the filthy imposters they are, he’ll likely feel as if their chances with you rival his own, knowing just as well that they’re close to identical in appearance and intelligence. And if anything, he likely feels the most threatened by them, knowing they could all charm and lure you in all the same way you were captivated by him to begin with.

As for his behaviour torwards his darling after legitimately cracking and taking them in out of said ‘‘protection”, it could mostly be written down as both having a rather clingy and worshipping attitude, yet surprisingly distant right at the same time; not wanting to scare them off. You’re not going anywhere, he knows that much, but having them dreadfully fear him to no avail in improvement over time would absolutely crumble the fox to pieces. He absolutely doesn’t mean any kind of harm torwards his darling, to the point of quite literally not daring to lay a finger on them; but if it wasn’t already obvious before, he has clear limits to his patience. Although not directed torwards them, he can be found growing aggressive due to the lack of emotional touch and is often one to take it out on the unfortunate bystanders nearby, gifting you their still beating hearts as his own little way to show his graciousness torwards you, not realising in the slightest how terrified it truly makes them.

Don’t get me wrong, he adores you with your entire being, he really does; but he has never learned to express them the right way. And I cannot really help but see him as a whole lot more repulsive and abominable as a yandere due to one particular reason. The core of his delusions stop him from thinking properly while it causes refusal torwards the evidence literally laying in front of him; being blinded by unrealistic beliefs and inflicting them onto his poor darling in a sense of purification, all while holding them hostage in a cold and dusted basement. He’d also be a whole lot less obedient to what his darling has to say, feeling as if he’s protecting them despite their protests. You’re silly, of course your naiveness wouldn’t let you catch up with all the potential threats--those rubbish imposters just wandering around you throughout the day. And although the confidence in his beliefs has caused them to become close to being the actual truth in his own unhinged headspace,

that hasn’t stopped him from psychologically harming his darling over and over again.

#secret history tails #yandere secret history tails #mashed tails #sh tails #secret history tails x reader #yandere tails x reader #tails x reader #yandere tails #yandere sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader

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mossycobbld · 2 months

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Hello! I saw that you had an oc named Kaori, and I was wondering if I could hear some things about her? She looks pretty cool and I was curious ( I hope it’s okay to ask!)

hiii yes !!! i havent come up with Too much of kaoris lore, so right now its in a pretty rough place butttttt long post ahead youve been warned!!!

also pics of her for reference (i love drawing her like a soggy wet cat)

(ignore how it says half viltrumite in the last ss) heads up for inaccurate viltrumite stuff, i only know how they work from the show’s perspective

(warning AGAIN for Veryyyy long text below cut)

kaori (she/they), known as caaory on viltrum, was somewhat of a troublemaker, leading her to be chided a lot. this caused her to be very soft spoken and shy. but when her powers developed, she greatly exceeded her peers when it came to skill and strength. (though, her hearing developed too strongly that it became more of an disadvantage than a power.)

when tasked to fight to the death with her friend, she refuses strongly. this was seen as a sign of weakness and was scheduled for execution. caaory, terrified, flew away from viltrum as fast as she could.

two viltrumites go after her and find her still flying away. they use force rather than negotiation, and caaory still shaken up, kills them out of fear. mortified with her actions, she flies even faster. at the threshold of passing out, she sees the nearest planet and crash lands onto earth.

a family that was driving past sees her passed out in a crater that she left in a field. it was a young couple, their kid, ichiro, and the mom's side of grandparents. they took caaory in, and when asked for her name, she answered as "caaory", but because the name was mistaken for a similar one, the spelling changed to kaori.

it was well known to that family that she had powers, as they had to reprimand her to repress them when she used it casually as if she still lived on viltrum.

for the first two years, she never talked apart from when she told them her name. ichiro seemed to be the only one to communicate with her in a way. because of him, she was able to come out of her shell more easily and begin to talk more.

also!! repressed sibling bitterness but im not sure how to word it

BIG time skip here since i have a little more developed for her when season 1 of invincible takes place.. also kaori trying to live somewhere close to normal as she can, never really becomes a superhero. but wanting to use her powers for good, uses them very sparingly if the situation required it.

anyways around mid season 1, kaori knowing that mark is the new superhero, invincible, offers to train him. she teaches him for a while, but because at the time is time management is Ass, their training eventually stopped.

in season 2, kaori is running late to a class in college, but amber helps her catch up on the stuff she missed. they get along well, and they find out that they both know about mark. after mark and amber break up, kaori, begins to spend more time with amber to help her get through the trauma from when an*ssa threatened to kill her. they eventually start dating but im not SUPER sure how it all happens yet.

after the events of season 2, kaori tries to begin to train mark again. he agrees, wanting to be stronger. mark, frustrated with himself accidentally hurts kaori during training. apologizing profusely, she dismissed it and kept training him.

so thats all that i have for her so far!!! sorry if i made it too detailed, its hard for me to word things in simple ways for Some strange reason but i cant wait to build even more on her character!! i hope you guys like her :D

#invincible #mark grayson #invincible show #invincible s2 #invincible season 2 #amber bennett #invincible oc #oc x canon #self insert #canon x oc #canon x self insert #ahem

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youngjusticeslut · 5 months

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A Heart That Yearns is Never Lonely

Fandom: Young Justice Links: AO3 // FF.net Characters: Dick Grayson, Zatanna Zatara Ships: Chalant Disclaimer: I know Chalant is not my usual bread and butter, but when it's your Roomie's favorite ship and she asks for a fic for her birthday/Christmas, how can you say no? So I tried my best! Rating: T+ (Implications of sex and one-night stands) Word Count: 3,837 words Summary: “The impressive trick is how you got something so specific from Zatanna, without revealing who or what it was for.”

“We have a history.”

How Dick convinced Zatanna to make him a Glamour Charm.

When Kaldur brings up the notion of how they’re going to disguise Artemis and fold her into their ruse, Dick knows that he has to recruit Zatanna— to an extent, at least.

Kaldur is against the idea, initially. There are other routes they could take, like the traditional one. Dye her hair and slap a few prosthetics on her. Except Artemis makes a face at the prospect of dying her hair, which admittedly is hilarious. Faking her own death and lying to everyone she loves? Didn’t even take a moment to convince her. Dying her hair? Now that was a line she wasn’t enthusiastic about crossing. Plus, with her cosmetic skills, Dick isn’t exactly optimistic about her ability to apply prosthetics on the daily.

(He made the mistake of mentioning that last part out loud. It earned him a jab to the ribs so hard it left a bruise that didn’t heal for weeks.)

Besides, Dick likes to be thorough. Why go the simple route and open up a can of worms, when there were other, more proficient, ways to go about this that were less likely to lead to discovery. Hence, how Zatanna comes into play. Granted, he isn’t quite sure how she comes into play quite yet, but with her knowledge and expertise, he’s sure there’s a solution to their problem that doesn’t involve three hours of Artemis complaining and more bruises in his future.

Plus, wheedling a favor out of Zatanna always has its merits. So really, it’s a win-win situation.

The real challenge here is finding time to fit in her busy schedule. Between League duties, her three night a week gig at the Magic Shack, not to mention her natural elusiveness, tracking her down always proves to be more cumbersome than need be. But Dick is persistent, and so he finds himself waiting by the stage door at the Magic Shack at exactly 11:04pm, four minutes after Zatanna’s set ends and right as she’s making her exit.

The door flies open two minutes later. Zatanna steps outside, having changed out of her stage costume and wearing a simple dress that, to Dick’s disappointment, leaves far more to the imagination than her performance costume. Dick pushes himself off the wall he’d been leaning on, throwing up a hand in greeting. If Zatanna’s surprised to see him, she doesn’t let on. She just mimics the hand gesture and closes the distance between them.

“What an honor. My second-favorite bat has come to pay me a visit.”

Dick raises a brow. “Second-favorite?”

“Tim makes a mean cup of coffee.”

Ah. There’s that playfulness that he missed. Unlike Barbara, where jabs were a contest to come out victorious, or Artemis, where banter could easily turn violent, Zatanna is different. There’s a looseness there, a sense of casual enjoyment that didn’t last longer than you needed it to. No strings, no commitment. Not if you didn’t want there to be. Dick’s missed that.

“That he does. Afraid I didn’t make it to the show, though. Was it good?”

“Three standing ovations, six bouquets, and only one marriage proposal,” Zatanna says, the corner of her mouth tilting upwards, suggesting a coyness to her smile.

A strand of her hair has come loose from her ponytail. Dick tucks it behind her ear, letting his fingers glide underneath her chin as he brings his hand back. “So, slow night.”

“I’d say.” Zatanna brings her hand up to his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s good to see you. Haven’t seen you at the Watchtower in a while.”

“We just keep—”

“—missing each other,” she finishes for him, removing her hand. “Bats says that you’ve been working on something behind the scenes.”

Dick grins. “Been keeping tabs on me, have you?”

“Feeling seems mutual. How many tries did it take you to find me on my free night?”

“Far too many,” he muses, drinking in her features. She looks good. Better than good, really. Performing suits her, it brings a light to her eyes that’s been missing for far too long. He means to tell her that, one day. “Hoped that I’d get to catch a glimpse of you in your stage costume.”

“No free shows, I’m afraid.” Zatanna removes her bag from her shoulder and Dick instinctually holds his hand out. After she’s removed her compact and lipstick, she gives him the bag to hold while she touches up her makeup. Once she’s re-applied, she holds the mirror up to check for any flaws. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight?”

Dick hands her bag back once she’s done, then shrugs. “Maybe I just wanted to see you.”

Zatanna laughs, shakes her head. “As much as I’d like to believe that’s true, I think you’d be doing us both a favor if you got to the point. I’m a busy woman, and now you’re cutting into my evening.”

“Already a step ahead of you, Zee.” He nods to his car, a shitty Toyota that’s far too old and yet his pride and joy, because it’s all his. “Let me take you to dinner.”

“Tempting.” Zatanna takes a step towards the car, and then sits on the hood. “Nice ride. Bats getting cheap on you?”

The opposite, actually. Bruce had offered him any car he wanted for his eighteenth, but Dick refused them all. He had a meager amount saved up over the years, and he spent every penny of it on this car. Not even the top of the line could compare to the feeling when he earned the keys himself.

“Does it meet your approval?”

“Afraid not. You know my standards.”

“That I do.” But even Dick knows that Zatanna can’t pass up a free meal. She wouldn’t be working so many shows if she didn’t need the money. He opens the car door and holds his hand out for her. “You have the night free, and I missed you. It’ll be like old times.”

Zatanna takes his hand, but doesn’t yet move from the hood of his car. “Getting warmer.”

“Alright, you dragged it out of me. I have something planned.”

This piqued her interest, just like Dick knew it would. Zatanna plucks herself from her perch, gracefully standing again. “Ding, ding ding. We have a winner. Should I change?”

Dick unzips his jacket, revealing a blue button-up, ironed to perfection. “Naturally.” He’s pleased with himself that he’s thought this far ahead. She was always a sucker for big gestures. He’s happy to see that still hasn’t changed.

“A moment, please.” Zatanna lets go of his hand, and he gives her room to work her magic. “Rennid rof ydaer teg!”

A cloud of smoke envelops her, and a moment later her casual dress changes to a satin blue halter, the exact shade as his shirt. Her hair is now down, freshly styled, and the air around her smells like cherries, almost like the perfume he’d bought her for her sixteenth birthday.

Dick is unable to tear his eyes away from her, which isn’t great, considering there’s a lot he still needs to get done tonight. For a moment, and only a moment, he wishes that he could forgo the whole mission and give in to his most selfish of desires. The same desires that beg him to reconcile, to try them again, foolish and illogical as it would be. But instead, he just holds out his hand again, nodding to the car door. “Your quick-changes have gotten better.”

Zatanna takes his hand and enters the car. “You’d be surprised what extra training can do for a woman.”

“Oh, of that I have absolutely no doubts.”

—

To her credit, Zatanna only asks Dick three times what sort of plans he has in store for them that evening. It’s cute, really, and it gives him a chance to quiet her with kisses on her hand as he drives and tells her she’ll see soon.

Just after midnight, he parks in front of a warehouse and cuts the ignition. Unable to help himself, she casts a a quick look at Zatanna, whose palpable confusion is worth every second it took to set this up.

“When you said dinner…” She doesn’t finish the sentence, but Dick can only imagine what he pictured. Manhattan, maybe. Somewhere smoky and exclusive where she could order a dry martini made with top shelf liquor. Or a cozy Italian joint, where the owner would obviously know him and serve them a menu de jour.

“Where’s your sense of excitement, Zee?” Dick steps out of the car and opens the door for her, pleased that she readily gives him her hand when he offers his. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Less by the minute. Tick-tock, Grayson.”

Dick laughs, light and airy in a way it hadn’t been in a while. He closes the door and tucks the keys in his pocket before leading her to the warehouse and ushering her inside.

Once inside, Zatanna’s eyes crinkle, the confusion melting into annoyance. The warehouse contains the makings of an acrobatic escape, trapezes and platforms all around. Nothing too impressive, at least not to the ordinary eye. “Really? You brought me all the way here to.. What, watch you train?”

“Disappointed?” Dick asks, trying to hide his smirk as he takes off her purse and sets it to the side. He doesn’t give her time to respond. Instead, he hits a light switch on the wall, and turns a dial beside it. The halogen lights cut off, and for a moment, they’re in total darkness. Then, the room lights up with hundreds of tiny silver lights, glittering in a way that could only resemble a clear, starry night. “Would have pegged you better than to jump the gun,” he finishes, only a hint of a simper in his voice.

Zatanna can’t hide her awe, especially not as the room becomes aglow with soft colors. She’s obviously impressed, but crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head towards him. “I still don’t see dinner.”

“You really can’t be patient, can you?” Dick rolls up his sleeves and kicks his socks and shoes to the side. “Dinner’s going to take a bit more effort to get to.”

It takes her a few seconds to understand what he means, but when she sees him chalk up his hands and walk over to a trapeze bar, her eyes go wide. “You can’t honestly expect me to—”

“Wow, Zee. Didn’t realize you’d become such a chicken.”

“Those are fighting words, Grayson. I can just levitate myself to wherever we need to go.”

Right. He’d forgotten about that. Still, not easily dissuaded, he hoists himself up onto the bar, and maneuvers himself so he’s hanging upside-down by his legs. He swings towards her, holding his arms out. “Don’t worry. If you fall, I’ll catch you.”

Zatanna scoffs. “I won’t fall.”

Hook, line and sinker.

“Prove it.”

She shoots him a look that’s somewhere between annoyance and determination before slipping off her heels. “If you tear this dress, I’ll kill you,” Zatanna warns, taking a breath to steady herself before taking his hands. “You’re lucky I’m hungry.”

“Atta girl.” Before she can change her mind, Dick holds tight to her hands and propels his body so the trapeze bar swings in motion. Zatanna’s involuntary shriek is like music to his ears, but he’s a professional, so he controls the bar and focuses on holding her up. Dinner is three platforms above them, so they have some work to do. “You see that platform on the left?”

Zatanna tilts her neck, just barely, and nods. “The one that’s way too far for my liking?”

“That’s the one. When I give you the signal, you’re going to jump onto it.”

“Are you insane? Only one of us is a professional acrobat and I can promise you, it’s not me!”

Dick laughs again. She could easily levitate her way out of the situation, but he likes that she’s been thrown off her guard and he temporarily has the upper hand— that so rarely happens. He swings a bit harder, and they get closer to the platform. “On the count of three. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“One… two…”

“You’re going to be paying for my weekly therapy sessions with Canary for months, Grasyon!”

“Three!” They hover just over the first platform, and Zatanna obediently jumps and lands on her feet, only barely sticking the landing. Dick follows suite a minute later, grinning from ear to ear. “A bit more practice and you’ll be ready for a gig at Haly’s.”

The adrenaline must have hit her, because Zatanna just grins back, a little breathless but otherwise unharmed.

“Ready to go again?” Dick nods upwards to another trapeze. “We’ll do a duet this time.”

Zatanna seems weary about having to go about this again, but she seems to have resigned herself to her fate, so she wraps her arms around his waist and nods.

Dick brings one arm around her for support, and then jumps up to catch the next trapeze. He kicks them off and swings through the air, making sure her grip on him is tight before letting go and holding onto the bar with both hands. “You doing good?”

“Oh yeah, peachy. Just another day in the life.”

“Then hang on!” When her arms grow tighter around him, he swings his legs up hard so they soar through the air. The lights twinkle all around them, and if you didn’t know any better, it almost seemed as if they were flying through the night sky. Dick sneaks a look down at Zatanna, and the fear has all but abated and instead been replaced with genuine joy.

“I want to try something!” She yells, her voice shaky with excitement. “Etativel!” Zatanna lets go of Dick’s waist and floats in the sky beside him. “That’s better.”

“That’s cheating.” Dick raises himself so his torso is resting on the trapeze, his arms hanging over the bar. “This is the real magic.”

“Potato, potahto. The real question is, can you keep up?” She flies higher, and Dick has to scramble to put his hands back on the bar and spring close enough to jump to the next one. The higher ground was nice while it lasted.

Zatanna spins through the air, clearly much more comfortable, the skirt of her dress billowing around her. She’s fast, but Dick’s experience allows him to catch up quickly, leaping from trapeze to trapeze as he ascends. Zatanna meets Dick after he’d leapt to the third trapeze, floating so their faces are inches apart.

“Now this, I can get with.”

Dick catches his breath before lifting a hand to swipe his bangs from his eyes “Well sure, you make it look so easy. But skill,” he pauses, doing a single handed pull up from the bar. “Can be expressed in a number of ways.”

“Wow, the acrobat has arm-strength. Who would have thought?”

“Sarcasm duly noted.” He inches closer, watching how the lights reflect off the satin of her dress. It gives her a glow, one that suits her, and he has half a mind to tell her to consider finding a spell to give her a permanent shine that follows her every move. Instead, he says, “Nice dress, by the way. You look beautiful.”

Zatanna’s smile falls, only a little, but Dick knows her well enough to recognize the change. “Thank you. It was a birthday gift from… Zatarra.”

That is information he didn’t know. “Didn’t take Doctor Fate for a huge shopper.”

“He isn’t.” She plays with a tendril of her hair, avoiding his eyes. “He’s decided on giving me an hour a year with him. Zatarra, I mean.”

“You saw your dad? Zee—”

“It’s fine, Dick. I’m fine, I—”

Before she can finish, the magical glow around her suddenly vanishes, and she falls.

Dick’s reflexes are fast, he immediately drops down after her and grabs her by the waist, then hooks a leg on a trapeze and maneuvers them so they land on a platform. Unfortunately, he doesn’t quite stick the landing, and they both tumble to the ground. He does have the decency to force the fall so she lands atop of him; the last thing he needs is to crush her, she’d never let him live it down.

The fall knocks the wind out of them, but Dick doesn’t feel anything broken, so he calls that a success. Zatanna’s laying on top of him, but there’s no moaning or screaming, so there’s no red flags as of yet.

“Zatanna?”

“I’m fine. Just need to catch my breath.”

Dick rests a hand on her head before he can remind himself that he shouldn’t. It’s instinct. “Zee, you fell.”

“Happens from time to time.” She sits up, gets her bearings. “Flying takes a lot of concentration, and when you break it…”

“Down goes Zee. Got it.” Talking about her father must have triggered her. He’s naturally curious, he wants to know more about the how and why. Now isn’t the time, though. He’ll ask Artemis soon enough. The air feels a little too heavy, so he nudges her lightly. “Told you I’d catch you, though, didn’t I?”

It works, and the spell is back once more. Zatanna smiles and nudges him right back. “So you did. I owe you one.” She turns her gaze towards the ceiling, watching as the lights glimmer. “How did you find this place?”

“It’s back from my old Haly days.” He sits up so his knees are in front of him. “Can you keep a secret?”

Zatanna shoots him a look, as if the answer isn’t overwhelmingly obvious. “Depends how interesting it is.”

“I’m thinking about going back. I’ve been training here, a few times a month, when I have spare time. That’s what I’ve been working on, behind the scenes.” Not completely untrue. But it’s enough to bait the next part of his story.

Sure enough, Zatanna is thrilled. She’s grinning from ear to ear, that impish little smile that drives him crazy and used to garner him to do much of her bidding. “That’s amazing. Of course I’ll want front-row tickets to your opening night.”

“Granted. There’s just one issue.” He pauses, looks up at the ceiling. “I wish I didn’t have to join as… myself. A Grayson, going back to Haly’s circus, it’s a lot of pressure.”

Dick doesn’t enjoy lying to her. He feels Zatanna’s eyes on him, and does his best to keep his face neutral. Most days she can read him like her favorite book, and he’s been laying the facade on thick. If she buys it and helps, he’ll consider it a success and another step forward in the mission. If she calls him out, he risks losing a friend forever.

“Dick Grayson wants to moonlight as an average Joe… sounds like you need a Glamour Charm.”

Bingo.

He turns so he’s facing her, cocking his head to the side in question. “A Glamour Charm?”

“I’ve seen it in one of Zatara’s old magic books. It’s supposed to be a charm that hides the wearer from those he chooses. Or.. something of the sort. I could look into it more, if you want?”

In his excitement, Dick reaches for her immediately, wrapping his arms tight around her shoulders. “It’s perfect, Zee!” It is perfect. A better outcome than he could have ever hoped for. “Thank you,” he says into her hair, allowing himself just a moment to reminisce in the scent of her shampoo before pulling away.

Zatanna holds her hands up, a warning. “I make no promises, but I can try. This is powerful magic, challenging to make and if it falls into the wrong hands, if something bad were to happen…”

“It won’t. Scouts honor.”

“Promise me, Dick.”

Dick tries to take her hands, to calm the steel in her voice, but Zatanna won’t allow it. Instead, she grabs his chin with her fingers, staring him down. “And say it backwards.”

The words shoot a pang of nostalgia through him. Silly as it was, that’s what they used to say to each other, back when they were younger and in love with the idea of love. If you said a promise backwards, it sealed it into existence. He hates making this promise, because he truly doesn’t know, but he needs to do this. For Kaldur. For the mission.

“I promise. Esimorp I.” He’s probably butchered the pronunciation, but it’s enough for Zatanna. She lets go of his chin and instead rests her hand on his cheek, cupping it gently.

“Now it’s a lock.”

They both grin at each other, but the feeling doesn’t settle like it usually does for Dick. It courses through him, burning, and she’s so beautiful with the lights all around her that he throws caution to the wind and closes the distance between them. His mouth is on hers in an instant, and she reciprocates hungrily, settling her arms around his neck to bring him in closer.

Dick’s mind is full of plans for the mission. The Glamour Charm will take a few weeks, which is enough time for him and Kaldur to figure out how exactly they’re going to kill Artemis. There are so many plans to make, so many thoughts, but at the moment, he doesn’t care to entertain them. Instead, he decides to clear his head and slips his tongue into Zatanna’s mouth when she grants him entrance.

Even though her hands are on him, grasping at his shirt, he pulls away, breaking the kiss. Dick catches his breath, making sure she’s looking at him. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” Zatanna’s just as breathless, her curls beginning to fall in her face.

“You don’t want to eat first?”

She shakes her head. Her hands don’t leave Dick’s shirt, and since he’s still hesitating, she slides her hands around his chest, moving to gently nip at his ear. “I’m hungry for something else,” she whispers right in his ear, sending a course of shivers down his spine.

It’s exactly the invitation he needs. Dick carefully unlaces the halter strap from her dress, bringing it loose before sliding it down. They have an unspoken agreement. One night, no less than three months apart. Time stands still, and for a moment they’re both teenagers again, catching up as if the future plays no purpose. They’re both lonely, hungry for something that only the other knows how to satiate.

Later, he’ll carry her off the platform and take her to the room in the back. He’ll grab her a proper dinner, and spend the better part of an hour running his fingers through her curls while she warns him not to get it tangles. He’ll marvel at the way she looks draped in only a sheet, and pretend not to notice as she starts to gather her belongings to leave before daybreak.

For now, this is fine. More than fine.

It’s perfect.

#young justice #yj #chalant #dick grayson #zatanna zatara #young justice fic #ariel's writing

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lolitakirstein · 3 months

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Hey Neighbor

(Previous Chapter)

a/n this one if young megumi heavy sorry

Part 3

Fun for Megumi turned out to be more exhausting than you imagined. The afternoon was spent mostly outdoors. Hide and seek, tossing a Frisbee, and even walking down to the small lake at the end of your street to feed the ducks. Now, sitting under the tree, the sun descending Megumi seems to be slowly losing his energy. Much to your delight. You didn’t know how 2 parents were able to keep up with a child, much less how a single father like Toji could. Which made you curious…where is his mother? Is she still involved? Are she and Toji still together? You don’t remember any mention of another woman either from him, Megumi, or even when your grandmother mentioned him. It was always just Toji and Megumi. As much as you wanted to ask, you knew it wasn’t your business. You don’t really know them. But it didn’t keep you from wondering.

Now, Megs sat up next to you, lazily swishing a cat toy back and forth while Mewsy chased it, your arms casually cradling him against your side.

'`Is your grandmother not coming back?” he softly says. You’re shocked by the question. You didn’t even know he was aware of her not being there.

“No,” you choke out. “No she’s…not coming back.” you didn’t know how to answer it. How do you talk to a child about death…a child that isn’t even your own? It wasn’t your place, so you kept it as ambiguous as possible.

“Oh,” he says, almost sad. “I liked her. She made good food.”

You stroke his dark hair, smiling. “Yes, she did. You know she might have left some recipes behind. I could try to make whatever you liked?”

“Chocolate cake!” he quickly answers.

“I’m sure i can find that for you,” you laugh.

“She let me help her make it one day when I was hiding at her house while dad was gone. She let me lick the spoon but promised not to tell him,” he whispers.

Hiding? Was he serious?

“What do you mean hiding? And where had your dad gone?” you ask, casually.

“His work. He took me over to Miss. Ruth's house and told her I needed to hide out there and not to leave the house til he got back.”

You can't remember ever hearing your grandmother mention Megumi staying at her house. “Who were you hiding from?” He shrugs, “Bad guy. That’s what daddy says.”

You stay silent. Is this factual? Or just the wild imagination of a kid? How could you even approach Toji about it–about something that isn’t even your business. But bad guys? And what did your grandmother think about this?

“I’m hungry can we make dino nuggies,” megumi stands up, shaking you from your thoughts.

You both walk back into the house, using the key Toji provided to unlock the front door. The house is simple, clean, almost like no one lived there, except for the various toys scattered in the living room and a few dishes in the sink.

Once the food is cooked you both sit on the living room floor, the tv showing cartoons, a pile of crispy chicken nuggets on a plate between the two of you. You hated to admit how fun this was. You never thought of yourself as a motherly person, but you were easily becoming attached to Megumi.

Your phone pings with an incoming text

Toji: Has he driven you crazy yet?

You smile before replying

You: Plz, he’s an absolute angel.

Toji: Lol, only bc he’s got a crush.

You blush, unsure how to respond.

Toji: I’ll be home in about an hour.

After finishing dinner and sneaking Megs a cookie from the cabinet, the two of you curl up on the couch underneath a blanket. A movie plays on the tv but his eyes are slowly closing as he curls up against your side. It's a comforting weight, his little body, you can’t help but feel your heart warm, your eyes also struggling to stay open…

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, gently nudging you.

“Hey I’m home,” a soft voice says.

You finally register where you are, shooting your eyes open. Toji is leaning over the couch, hand still resting on your shoulder and Megumi is not next to you.

“Shit! Where’s—” you start to panic. “Relax, I already took him to his room, I’m sorry I'm so late..I got…busy,” he says hesitantly.

“God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you apologize, earning a laugh from Toji

“I told you, he’s not an angel. He will tire you out.”

“No, he was great. We had a lot of fun.” You wanted to ask about what Megumi had mentioned earlier–the hiding, the bad guy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Not right now anyway.

“I appreciate it,” he says. “Here.” He holds out a thick stack of twenties, a currency strap around it reading 300 dollars.

“Toji! No! This is entirely too much I really didn’t mind.” you say, shocked. Not even daring to touch that much money.

“I insist.” He waves it in front of you.

“No I refuse,” You stand up, heading to the door to put on your shoes. You knew babysitting could come with good cash but never THAT much and just for an afternoon, you’d feel too guilty taking that much from him. You attempt to change the subject. “Uhm he ate dinner and fell asleep not long after you texted. I didn’t let him nap or anything…”

You look up and see toji staring at you with a slightly annoyed expression for not accepting the money. “Uhm, I guess i’ll go–”

“Wait,” toji grasps your upper arm before you can open the door. His big strong hand sends heat down your spine. “Go tell him bye, before you leave.”

“Huh?” you ask confused.

“Go tell him that you are leaving and you'll see him later,” he says, softly. Almost pleading.

“Of course I’ll see him again. Let him sleep.”

“No,” toji shakes his head, his grasp still firm on your arm. “If he wakes up and sees you're suddenly gone and didn’t tell him bye he will freak out…just—please.”

Your heart breaks at the thought of Megumi being upset. In his room, you sit on the bed, his small body curled beneath the covers. You lean over and whisper, “Hey little man, I’m going home.”

He shifts under the covers, a small whine, “no stay.”

“I gotta go feed Mewsy,” you say. “She gets really grumpy if she’s not fed.”

Megumi sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eye before embracing you. You hug him back, now hating that you did indeed have to go. You look at toji, leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on his lip “I’ll see you later ok?”

He releases you and shakes his head before lying back down. Once you tuck him in, you pass by toji’s looming body by the doorway and walk to the front door. You pause not wanting to leave without asking your questions. Turning back around, Toji is standing behind you. How did you not hear him approaching? You jump back, a little startled at his silent approach.

“I–I should go,” you stammer but don’t move towards the door. Toji removes the stack of money from his pocket and reaches it forward, sliding it into your jacket pocket.

He’s so close you can smell his manly scent, arousal creeping into your veins.

“Thank you.” he whispers.

Before you can do something stupid, you whirl to the door and throw it open. Rushing down the steps without saying goodbye.

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clovermarigold · 6 months

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How TF2 Reacting to a Touchy Reader

SFW- touchy as in hugs people randomly/ always making physical contact

Feel free to make a request!

Spy

Simple, he won't. You're not touching him, end of story. In all seriousness if you somehow manage to catch him off guard and get him into a bear hug, he's neck chopping you out of reflex. Don't worry though, it's not you specifically, he just dislikes people in general.

Medic

"Curious!" He jumps a little initially, but he doesn't push you off or insult you. He understands you're just naturally a physical person. While he prefers to not be touched, claiming 'don't you know a doctor's materials must be sterile' (we both know he doesn't give a shit). He will let you hold and pet Archimedes to get it out of your system.

Scout

No thought, head empty. Do you know how touch starved this man is. He's caught off guard at first, but he relaxes into it quick. He doesn't hug back, pretending to be too stoic and manly to need to hug someone else, but out of the entire squad, he's your biggest return customer. Eager to stand next to you at the ends of missions, knowing you'll jump on and squeeze the closest person to you.

Demoman

Eeeeehhh, this one's iffy. It really depends on how drunk he is. If he's absolutely plastered, then it's a no, he's yammering, barely conscious and willing to shank anyone that gets between him and the restroom. If he's moderately drunk, also no... but yes? This is his self-reflecting drunk stage. So, if you're willing to put up with his mild moral and existential crisis then yes, all the hugs you could ever want. If he's lightly buzzed, then he's all for it, hooking an arm around your neck as the two of you walk and he talks. Loudly at that. If he's sober (IF) then he's probably nursing a hangover and would like to be left alone.

Heavy

Bear hug? You call that a bear hug? He'll show you a bear hug. Heavy grew up with all women in his life, his mom and sisters, so he's much more in touch with his feelings and isn't ashamed of showing emotions and pda, platonic or otherwise. He loves how expressive you are and how much you value physical touch. He himself had physical touch as his biggest love language. One hug is all it takes and the two of you are immediate besties. Him taking you on shoulder rides around the base and eating sandwiches while leaned against each other.

Sniper

He was the first to catch on to your touchy nature, watching how in conversations you would always gesture and make small touches with your hands, and how even in casual fun conversations you would have your arm thrown over the others shoulder. He honestly kind of likes it, you remind him of his mum in that way. Besides, he's been through worse, what's a bear hug every now and again.

Engineer

Another case of being caught off guard at first but easing into it. He finds your clingy nature to be endearing and a breath of fresh air. He laughs before patting you on the back and giving you a few head pats (ok dad). After the first time, he makes a habit of acting a bit more casual with you concerning touch; resting his elbow on your shoulder, slapping your back when you make him laugh, ruffling your hair when you do a good job, overall, a lot of dad stuff.

Pyro

Loves it! The second you turn to wrap your arms around them you hear muffled cheers as you're hoisted into the air, spun around like a carousel, the two of you annoying the others with how loud you are. Out of all the team, Pyro is easily the most eager to reciprocate, only slightly challenged by Heavy.

Ms. Pauling

She's pretty uncomfortable the first few times you do it. Stiff and awkwardly still as you attempt to clack her ribs. Over time though she realizes it's just your nature to be touchy. Eventually she starts to either stand far away from you when she knows the team is going to get good news, or initiating first so she can set the bar for how hard and how energetic the hug gets to be. She does still try her best to encourage you in smaller physical ways, shoulder pats and soft arm punches.

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 ms pauling #tf2 pyro

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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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If it isn't to much trouble could I get something of a part 2 to the puppeteer fic you wrote? Like Maybe from his pov where he realizes he does have much of a deeper love for his s/o and he starts showing it to them i

a/n: of course! i recommend you read part one if you haven't already since i'm pretty proud of that post, but it isn't required tbh.

hesitant to love.

pairing: puppeteer x gn!reader.

synopsis: the puppeteer has been dating you for a while now, and he thought it was just a casual thing but after a conversation with emra, he begins to realize that it's something deeper.

word count: 1.2k words.

warnings: use of y/n, he's very conflicted about his emotions, fluff, angst if you turn it upside down and squint, confessions of love, heavy use of italics.

"You're in love with them, aren't you?"

Emra's words echoed in his mind as he stared blankly at the door she had just walked out of. He almost wanted to burst into laughter, being accused of such a thing! Ha!

Love? Him? Please.

Sure, he's a bit kinder to [Y/n] than he is to anyone else, and maybe he enjoys their company more than he would like to admit. And yeah, he does have a bit of an attachment to them. And maybe he does enjoy the smiles he gets when he cracks a joke and the gentle gaze they always seem to reserve just for him.

But love? No. No way. He's an evil spirit that feeds off negative emotions! How could he possibly feel a weak emotion such as love?

There's no way! There's simply... no... way...

Huh...

Now that he's thinking about it... he does always seem to be in a better mood whenever [Y/n] is around...

They always know how to cheer him up whenever he's feeling down as well. Not even Emra can do that anymore. And yet they're able to do it so easily.

And even when he's not in the mood to see anyone, he's still okay with sitting in silence with them. He's never been like that with anyone, not in a good long while.

Dating them is one thing, but being in love with them? That's not... that's not right. That's not how this was meant to go. How could he be in love with them? It made no sense.

No. No, it does make sense.

What doesn't make sense is how it had taken him so long to notice. The Puppeteer prides himself on being in control of his emotions. He has to be. If he can't control something as simple as emotions, then that makes him weak. So what happened? Why didn't he notice he was falling in love? Why did he allow himself to feel this way? And who else has noticed?

Emra clearly has, though he supposes he can't be too upset about her being able to read him like a book.

Has Zachary noticed?

It's safe to say he probably hasn't. He'd use it against the Puppeteer, no doubt. Be it a way to get on his nerves, or as a potential weapon against him.

Fuck.

If anyone outside of those two finds out that he's in love, it could spell trouble not only for him but for [Y/n] as well.

…

Well, what the hell is he supposed to do now?

What does anyone do after they realize they're in love? He can hardly remember his life as Jonathan, he doesn't want to, so he isn't sure what he did when he realized he was in love with Emra. Logically, he probably told her, right?

But that was then, and this is now. He's no longer the person he once was. I mean, he's dead now, for starters.

So, instead of thinking about how he would've reacted in the past... what would The Puppeteer do in the now?

Well, realistically, he'd bottle these emotions up and push them to the side. But he doesn't want to do that to [Y/n]. The thought of distancing himself from them made his chest ache, to be honest. Which is... odd, considering.

The uncertainty of these emotions lingers with him throughout the night, and they stick with him in the morning as well.

He avoided Emra like she was a disease, pretending she didn't even exist as he came to terms with the inner turmoil inside of him. He felt a little guilty, seeing the despondent expression on her face, but he could always make it up to her later. Maybe.

Zachary certainly didn't miss the way he seemed to be caught up in his thoughts, but he ignored any remarks thrown his way in favor of sorting through the storm of his mind.

Seriously... what the hell should he do?

"Don't you think you're asking the wrong person for advice?" Helen's voice cuts him out of his thoughts, and The Puppeteer lets out a small huff of annoyance as he floats next to his friend, watching him paint with a bored expression.

"Who else is there to ask?"

"Have you maybe considered Jane? Or Nina?"

His face scrunches up slightly at the mere mention of Nina's name, and there was no way in hell he was going to go to Jane for relationship advice. She'd probably... skin him alive or something. If he were still alive, that is. Knowing Jane, she'd still figure out something. She's... scary like that.

Helen just shakes his head and sends The Puppeteer off, telling him to figure things out himself. What fun.

So, that's how The Puppeteer finds himself here in his workshop, mindlessly tapping his desk and staring blankly at the wall, too caught up in his own thoughts to be aware of his surroundings.

"—ello? Hello?"

He's dragged out of his thoughts by the sound of someone speaking, and he blinks at the sight of someone waving their hand in front of his face. A slight sense of annoyance sparked inside of him, but it withered away the moment he realized it was just [Y/n] trying to get his attention.

"You feeling okay? You were pretty zoned out there," [Y/n] says, worry clear in their expression as they rest a hand on his shoulder.

The Puppeteer should brush off their concern, he thinks. There are actually a lot of things he should do.

He should break up with them.

He should feed off their misery.

He should kill them.

He should treat them the way he treats everyone else.

He should.

But he doesn't.

He can't.

With all the thoughts clouding his mind and the emotions he thought to be long dead burning in his chest, he really isn't fit for conversation. Who knows what he might end up saying? It could lead to something—

"I love you."

—that it shouldn't lead to.

Well fuck.

[Y/n] was certainly caught off guard by the confession as well, seeing as they pulled their hand away from them from the sheer force of shock. He supposes he can understand why they're shocked. He doesn't say stuff like this. He's never told them that he loved them.

Their silence only served to make him more antsy than he already was, and he cleared his throat, "Right, well, I'm busy, so you need to–"

The Puppeteer's words were cut off as [Y/n] put their hand on the back of his neck and pressed their lips against his own. It was certainly an effective way to shut him up, that's for sure.

He didn't even get a chance to kiss back before they were pulling away, so very obviously flustered by their own actions as they stumble over their words for a moment.

"I love you too." They finally manage to say, trying and failing to suppress the little smile forming on their oh so beautiful face.

And oh. Oh.

"I'm never going to be able to let you go now..." He mumbles, trying to force back his own smile as he pulls them down for another quick kiss.

He really is in love.

#anon #the puppeteer x reader #the puppeteer x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #the puppeteer #creepypasta

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comicaurora · 2 years

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I've recently finished Leverage and Leverage redemption and am in the process of casually rewatching it. (Thanks for introducing me to FMAB and ATLA too btw) I just want to ask you a few questions about it, like: What are your favorite things about each character? What are your favorite things about each relationship. What are your favorite things about the group? How do you feel about the sequel? How do feel about the romance in the show? What are your favorite running jokes? Thank you

hoohoohoo, it's like an essay prompt but about something I actually like

What are your favorite things about each character?

Nate: to be honest, kind of a hard sell - definitely the protagonist I like the least, intentionally so. That said, when they're dealing with a really hateful bad guy it's always fun to see Nate turn all his asshole powers against them and get really smug about it

Sophie: extremely insightful! fun to see it weaponized, extra fun to see her very gently use it to try and help the rest of the team live their best lives, especially Parker

Parker: oh how easily Parker could have been an Obliviously Sexy Unhinged Harley Quinn type, and instead we got the first thoughtfully written explicitly neurodivergent female character I've ever seen. Never infantilized despite it being a frequent plot point that the others help her through her difficulty in social settings and with processing loss. Full-fledged character in her own right, grows and becomes more comfortable without ever having her neurodivergence "fixed". she's a great character and I find her writing refreshingly free of red flags or "oof" moments. love that she's good with kids and teaches them Crime in the first ten minutes of hanging out

Hardison: literally the only normal person in this group and I say this as a compliment. everyone else is at least kind of a james-bond-style superspy with borderline preternatural abilities but hardison is the only character I trust to order a coffee without making a scene. unconditionally the emotional heart of the group and the only character able to openly admit that he likes the other characters, which is vital in a group of Edgy Loner Crime-Boys.

Eliot: joke answer, the hair. real answer, I love any character who turns themself into a weapon and stoically accepts that they'll never be anything else again. "Incredibly simple, but in the same way that a sword is simple." Adds a beautiful substrate of angst to all of his funny or lighthearted moments, as underlying it is a character who concluded long ago that he's irredeemable, and because he thus considers himself entirely disposable and even irrelevant is now determined to spend the rest of his life making the world a better place. Also, one of the only Edgy Badass Lancer types who is incredibly overt about how much he likes and cares about his teammates and never even jokes about "bah I'm better off on my own I was just passing through etc etc."

Harry: just an absolute wet noodle of a man. Love that he's taken Hardison's role of "only normal human being"

Breanna: absolutely love how bad she is at the social grifting side of things, because that is 100% accurate to every tech person I know

What are your favorite things about each relationship?

There's a lot of relationships and I'm not about to highlight all 10 OG pairings plus the 9 new pairings added by Harry and Breanna, so instead I'll just highlight my absolute favorite underrated one, which is Parker and Eliot. They have this odd synergy where they're both by far the most physically dangerous people in the group and also the most scarred by a country mile, and they have this kind of unspoken camraderie about it that only gets overtly highlighted in Season 4 Episode 1, "The Long Way Down Job." Everyone else in the group is a person, they seem to think; people they want to protect. But the two of them are tools and weapons, and that means they can do the things that people can't. Also within this synergy there's a good foiling dynamic where Eliot has basically seen it all and come to terms with everything under the sun, while Parker is comparatively extremely hyperfocused and rather sheltered and is constantly grappling with new situations. Underrated dynamic.

What are your favorite things about the group?

They just hang out sometimes! It feels like they keep existing when the camera's off them. Valuable screentime is spent on them just chilling and chatting, getting dinner together and bringing up more wacky offscreen hijinks. A story that's relentlessly All Action And Disrupted Status Quo All The Time starts tuning you out after a while, but it's the slow, peaceful moments that make us invested in their success and in them being able to help the innocent-victims-of-the-week.

How do you feel about the sequel?

Loved the first season, tentatively optimistic about the rest of it - I've been burned before so I'm taking it slow.

How do you feel about the romance in the show?

Parker and Hardison's thing is cute and compelling! Big fan of how it doesn't override the other dynamics and isn't treated as intrinsically more important than the rest of the gang's relationships. Nate and Sophie's thing feels a little more plot-mandated and tbh Nate is kind of an unlikable fuckhead so I'm not sure why Sophie was so hung up, but it wasn't too disruptive and it was always very funny seeing them play a dysfunctional couple on a grift

What are your favorite running jokes?

"Dammit Hardison." Parker pushing people off of things. Someone asking Eliot if he knows about some niche thing or random bad guy and then it flashes back to him getting waterboarded in Area 51 or whatever and it cuts back to him mildly going "yea". Wil Wheaton is in this show and everybody hates him. "It's a very distinctive [thing]." Harry, walking befuddled sunshine man, being like "yes I know all the inner workings of this specific niche evil lawyer thing, I was a bad guy remember?" to this group of expert crime boys and somehow surprising them every time

#asks #not aurora #media recs

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guiraguira · 1 year

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Hi!!! omg I love your writing so much I can't..!!!! Can you please make a hc about Jakurai with, like, lovesick fem s/o? She's not like Yandere or something, just really really loves him and always compliments him, hugs and kisses him everywhere, even in public without any shame, and says how lucky she is to have Jakurai by her side…

Thank you ahh I love you!! <3

Lovesick for him!❤️

My whole body shakes from the moment I saw this application! I find myself struggling with whether to make it just fluff or include nsfw.

Maybe halfway I lost sight of the request, sorry about that! 😔

I love your writing and you too Anya! ❤️

Warnings: if there is Nsfw but marked separately. (Oral sex, penetration, love bites!)

Jakurai x Reader

° The days where I came home and only slept came to an end since you appeared in her life. Receiving him with a big hug that tries to scare away all the bad vibes that he could be bringing from her work, you complete it by giving her a long and wet kiss. To do this, you get on the bench that is strategically located next to the door since they began to live together.

°There are days that if you sharpen your ear you already wait for him on the bench with open arms before he finishes turning the key in the lock. That immediately destroys any negativity in him, a laugh fills the home and you know that this is caused by your simple gesture of love.

° If he are sitting working at his desk at home, you try not to bother him, but he feels your gaze and stretches casually, inviting you to come closer. Without delaying a second you sit on his lap facing him with your hands on his neck briefly kissing every inch of skin you can find.

° Sometimes you just climb onto him and purr as you snuggle closer without saying a word, patting him gently on the back, kissing his neck at irregular intervals.

° Remember very well when he still refused to let you be the one to show affection, his personality forced him to be the one to start the rounds of care and pampering. He understood, perhaps by dint of your warm kisses in the morning and your tight hug at night that you had more love for him than you could ever name.

° At the end of the day you end up with him lying on your thighs while you caress his scalp with your fingers slowly, whispering sweet words "those beautiful eyes of yours make me tremble, please never stop looking at me" you say while you kiss each one .

° This almost always makes him sleepy, so you make yourself more comfortable so that his great body rests on yours, with his head on your chest and one leg over him, embracing his body in its entirety, cuddling him with your foot so that rhythmic. "My big boy, you are the best thing that happened to me, I love that you let yourself be loved in this way" his short laugh fills your heart. If he is really tired, your affection can bring him some tears of satisfaction.

° If he tries to return your affection, you catch him first and push him back to his original position. "Sometime I could be the one to pamper your body in the same way" he says one day when you have him trapped in your arms while you kiss and lick the area under his chin. "You give what you receive, but my angel you just need to receive, receive and keep receiving" your words cause him to shudder, he knows that he will never be able to externalize as easily as you do all the love that burns inside him for you.

° In public you don't contain yourself either, at first he was reluctant, he felt a bit ashamed that everyone saw how he succumbed to your touches but it didn't last long. The day you went to his office and put his hand on your cheek kissing his palm in front of the nurses and he groaned audibly, he realized he was lost.

°Even though he closed his eyes to escape humiliation, the ones who must escape are the nurses since you don't stop there. You gently squeeze his face with both hands and kiss his nose, in response he places his hands on yours staring into your eyes.

° In front of Doppo and Hifumi you are even less reserved. Caressing his waist where the shirt and pants meet revealing his pale skin to his friends, climbing with your daring until you have your whole hand under his clothes, tracing circles, just pampering his body from him without any double intent. He can continue talking to them normally before realizing what you're doing, for him it's so normal.

Nsfw

° You can spend hours crouching between his legs just licking his penis through his underwear over stimulating him, blowing hot air because you want this moment to last as long as possible.

° Kisses on her lower abdomen and on the inner side of her thighs are the order of the day. Occasionally you can't contain your ecstasy and you end up biting one of those places causing their low moans to become high-pitched and chaotic.

° Those afternoon days when you can't help but ride his cock slowly, feeling its tip to hilt on your walls, gently gyrating your hips, whispering erotic "thank you" in his ear every time he bottoms out inside you have him dead, his heavy breathing and sighs as he clings to your hips enchants you. Neither of them is looking to finish, just feeling the other's body for as long as possible.

° The shame was gradually left behind, he thought that due to his age he could not continue to feel such a great libido, but your constant advances trying to make him give in ended up making him feel like a teenager again.

° The turning point was that day when, having come out of the shower with only a towel around his waist, you knocked him down on the bed and lifting his leg, you traced a line of kisses from his heel to his lips, placing special emphasis on kissing each testicle and dedicating a vague suction to his glans. He still remembers how I gasp under your watchful eye.

° Your hugs from behind usually end with your hands caressing his member putting them inside his pants, his knees tremble and he arches slightly, separating his legs to give you better access. When you catch him off guard is when he enjoys this the most.

° Beneath you, her shoulders reddened by your kisses, glistening from the fine sheen of sweat that covers her entire body, her hair scattered in all directions on the bed and her narrowed eyes giving you an ecstatic look "Surely you must be an angel, Tell me, where do you hide your wings?" Too sensitive to be embarrassed, he just opens his arms to you.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypmic imagines #hypnosis mic x reader #matenrou #hypmic headcanons #hypnosis mic jakurai #jakurai jinguji #jakurai x reader

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floralcyanide · 2 years

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The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Four

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: language, mention and description of alcohol, description of drinking, being drunk, passing out, austin being an asshole, hinting at innuendo

Word Count: 3011

>> yay for chapter four! we're about to hit a major plot point so buckle up buttercups. I know aus is being an absolute ass in the beginning of this, but we love to see character development, right? anyway, please enjoy this chapter! <3

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I've decided to start writing again for the first time in a year. After what happened yesterday between Austin and me, I needed to get out some pent-up emotion about the entire situation. From before the breakup to during and after the breakup until today, there have been many different feelings towards Austin and our relationship. I don't hate him- I never did. But there's still anger and resentment towards him, and even hostility because I feel he's solely responsible for our seperation. However, there's also a deep sadness for what could've been and how easily things just ended. Our relationship went out like a quiet flame. There's a touch of relief, though, because I can be who I want and not worry about someone breathing down my neck and shoving possible roles in my face at any given time. But Austin did apologize, and deep down, I think he didn't truly mean his words. He was just upset and emotional, which sometimes makes us do and say stupid things. For example, me acting like I had no idea who Austin was upon seeing him for the first time in a year. I regret it now, just as Austin regrets what he said, but it has provided an opportunity for us to at least be friends again. And what's a better way to start over than not knowing who someone is?

I'm deep in thought with my fingers flying across the keyboard. I almost miss the buzzing of my phone next to me.

Get together at my place at 6. You in?

It's a text from Austin. I find it odd that he thought to invite me to a gathering, but he agreed to try to be friends again. As much as I want to not go, I find myself getting a little giddy to see my new friends again, and maybe Austin as well.

Sure. Do I need to bring anything?

Nope. Everything is covered. Here's the address.

I lean back in my desk chair, letting out a deep breath. I guess I'll finish up what I'm writing and get ready. I have about two hours to do so. I planned on staying holed up in my apartment writing until I physically couldn't anymore. It's rare to get a craving to write like this, but it's also rare for everyone in the cast I'm friends with to hang out all at once. Everyone has been so busy lately. I reluctantly close my laptop and push myself up from the chair, trudging over to the closet. I decide it's best to wear something casual and comfortable, but nice too. It's pretty warm here in Australia, so I choose a cute sundress I have tucked away. It comes to my mid-thigh, so it shows enough but not too much. I'm not trying to impress anyone, but maybe make someone realize what they've been missing. I grab some simple sandals to go with the dress. I set my clothes aside and quickly shower, braiding my hair down my shoulder when I get out. I apply a little makeup and then get dressed. When I finish getting ready, I realize it's about time to leave. Grabbing my phone and a small bag, I head out the door and walk to Austin's condo, which is just a few blocks away by the beach.

When I arrive, Olivia and Luke are seated at the kitchen island while Dacre is fumbling with the record player in the corner of the living room. Tom has yet to arrive, but no one expects him to since he's so busy.

"Roman!" Olivia smiles and gets up from her seat to greet me when she notices my appearance, "I'm glad you made it!"

She envelops me into a hug which I accept, hugging her back. Luke nods at me from his seat, his hand encircling a glass of what I suspect is whiskey. No doubt it came from a bottle of Austin's. He is currently making a glass of something at the counter, which I'm curious about. I let go of Olivia, and she makes her way back to her seat as I walk over to where Austin is standing in the kitchen.

"What are you concocting over here?" I ask, eyeballing the numerous bottles on the counter.

"Take a wild guess," Austin glances at me over his shoulder, mixing the liquor together.

He hands the glass to me, and I take a whiff of it. To my surprise, it's my drink of choice; a Long Island Iced Tea. When I'm not drinking vodka, that's my go-to.

"You remembered," I raise my eyebrows, taking a sip. Austin had a talent for mixing everything perfectly every time.

"Of course I did," he whispers, winking at me before turning around to help Dacre find a vinyl to play.

"How many of these do you own?" Dacre asks exasperatedly from the living room.

I lean against the island, tasting my drink as Austin and Dacre banter back and forth.

"I thought you were more of a vodka girl," Luke jokes, motioning to my drink. He must've recalled me drinking vodka at the bar the first time we met.

"Depends on how I'm feeling. But I prefer a little bit of everything," I say.

Luke hums in acknowledgment, "I like the dark stuff. Austin has good taste," he says, inspecting the glass in his hand.

"I have to agree," Dacre says as he approaches the three of us, his eyes meeting mine.

The two men must've decided on an Elvis vinyl because I can hear him softly singing in the living room.

"Did he make you a drink too?" I ask with a chuckle.

"No, not yet. I meant Austin had great taste in everything, really. Including music and women," Dacre says casually.

I looked at him, puzzled, before collecting myself before someone saw my face.

"He was telling me about someone he dated previously," Dacre leans on the opposite side of the counter, mirroring my position.

"Ooh, who was the lucky lady, Austin?" Olivia wiggles her eyebrows.

"Ah, no one," Austin shrugs, "It's been over for a while. But I'd agree with Dacre and say my taste is pretty good, though," he smirks, glancing over at me briefly.

I down the rest of my drink in one go, much to everyone's surprise.

"That was a really good drink, Austin. Make me another one please?" I say, my eyes boring into his.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Austin says, taking the glass from my hand and walking to the counter.

Dacre holds in a laugh while Luke silently takes a sip of his drink, almost as if he picked up on something he probably shouldn't mention. Meanwhile, Olivia looks at me like I killed a man.

"Are you okay, Roman?" she chuckles, "That was quite a bit to drink."

"Yep," I say, popping the 'p,' "Just wanting to feel good is all."

I turn around and take a few steps toward where Austin is at the counter, mixing my drink.

"Does Dacre know?" I ask quietly, looking around to ensure no one is watching our conversation. Luckily, no one is paying attention except Dacre, who is looking directly at me.

"Yes," Austin says, "But only because you told him," he purses his lips.

"I only told him because he somehow knew already," I eye him suspiciously.

Austin only makes eye contact with me for a moment before sighing, "Okay, fine, I've told him about you. He must've put the pieces together. I wasn't expecting him to make a comment."

I rub my temple, "Dammit. Thankfully Dacre isn't the type to run his mouth like that, or at least I hope so," I look over to see him chatting with Luke about something, "I feel like he would've told someone by now if he were."

Austin doesn't say anything and hands me my drink, looking me directly in the eye.

"What?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"I just wish you had told the truth," he says.

I sigh, taking my drink and walking back to the island where the others are. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Austin strides over to the door and reveals Tom with a nice bottle of bourbon in his hands.

"Hey," Austin says, and the two of them embrace momentarily, "We thought you weren't gonna make it!"

"I got done with filming just in time today. Had a moment to stop by somewhere and pick this up," Tom smiles, holding up the bottle for everyone to see.

A string of hellos comes from the group as Tom approaches the kitchen. He sits between Luke and me on the stool as Austin grabs six glasses from the cabinet.

"Would you like to do the honors, Tom?" he asks, motioning to the bottle.

"Don't mind if I do," Tom chuckles, breaking the seal.

Everyone cheers as Austin sits the glasses down, allowing Tom to pour some bourbon into them. Luke and I are still nursing our drinks, but we still take a sip of the dark liquid. I knew immediately that I'd probably be getting drunk just off the little bit of bourbon and the rest of my current drink. I begin taking large gulps of the Long Island when no one is looking. Tonight was already starting to get weird.

"Let's head to the living room and get comfortable there," Austin suggests. Everyone nods in agreement, walking over to the living room.

I sit on one of the couches, Dacre sitting on one side of me with Olivia on the other. Austin and Luke take the other couch while Tom takes one of the accent chairs. Dacre stretches and puts an arm behind me, and Austin all but glares at him. Olivia is too busy scrolling through her phone to notice Austin's eyes burning holes into Dacre's arm behind my head. Seeing Austin jealous makes me almost want to laugh. Maybe there's something still there, especially with the earlier comment about having great taste in women. I almost wish for Austin to be jealous, as bad as that sounds. Does that mean I still have feelings towards him? I'm not sure how to answer that. Tom notices I've zoned out a little. I haven't touched my bourbon, and my eyes are fixated on Austin's shoes.

"So, Roman," Tom says, and I snap my head in his direction, "When are you gonna be back on set to film?"

"Hopefully, in the next few days," I smile, finally taking another sip of the bourbon.

"I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that we've missed seeing you outside of Luke's trailer," Tom says with a chuckle.

A blush rises to my cheeks, "I'll be back soon, guys. I'm not needed outside of his trailer for now."

Austin raises an eyebrow at me, probably wondering what I'm doing in Luke's trailer. He didn't really hang out with Olivia, Luke, Dacre, and me because he had the most scenes to film out of everyone here. I never mentioned to him that we all hung out, so I can only imagine what he's thinking. But I'll let him think. Hard.

Luke must've caught a glance at Austin's face because he starts giggling from next to him, "Roman, that sounds really weird out of context."

I lift my glass up while laughing, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Lucas. You know I'm always with three other people when I hang with you."

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that," Luke nudges Austin's shoulder with his, nearly doubled over in laughter at this point.

"No more bourbon for you, Luke," I snort as I watch Austin relax, "And you, Austin, don't look so sad. We'd invite you too, but you're busy."

"Oh, I know," Austin looks down, clenching his jaw slightly, "I just didn't think you would be fucking with one of my co-stars, let alone two."

The sip of bourbon I just took almost shoots from my nose, and Olivia audibly gasps from next to me. Tom raises his eyebrows in shock while Dacre retracts his arm from behind me. Luke has a look of complete distaste on his face as he turns to Austin.

"What the hell, mate?" Luke asks, appalled that Austin would say such a thing out of nowhere.

I wasn't expecting it to come out of his mouth either. Maybe I let him think too hard. I down the rest of the bourbon without a word. The room falls silent.

"That was a dick move, man," Dacre mumbles.

I quietly get up and go to the kitchen to pour another glass of bourbon, this time all the way to the top of the glass. Just when I thought Austin had already said the rudest thing to me, he comes back with a trick up his sleeve. To assume I would sleep with even one of his coworkers was a low blow, but two? What the hell is wrong with him to think that? Also, his comment opened the door to our past that I didn't want to be opened. Now everyone is going to know we have history. I take a shaky gulp of the bourbon, not daring to turn around and acknowledge everyone in the room behind me. Suddenly, I feel a gentle hand on my upper arm. I slowly turn around, fully expecting Austin to come to say something else rude to me. But instead, it's Tom.

"Would you like to step outside with me for a moment?" he motions to the door.

"Sure," I say, not looking him in the eyes as I walk towards the entrance.

The two of us exit the condo and stand on the balcony that overlooks the ocean. Nothing is said for a few minutes as I continue to take large sips of the dark alcohol. With every gulp, my head gets fuzzier. We are leaning against the balcony edge, staring at the waves as they crash onto the shore.

"Are you okay, Roman? I know what Austin said had to have struck a nerve," Tom asks finally.

"Yeah," I breathe out, "I wasn't expecting it," I say, inspecting the now half-empty glass in my hand.

"Did something happen between you two?" Tom is now facing me as his forearms rest against the railing.

I nod wordlessly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"If I tell you," I say quietly, "You have to promise to not say anything to anyone else. Dacre already knows, but no one else does on set."

"Your secret is safe with me," Tom pats his chest.

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly before answering, "Austin and I dated for five years until a year ago when I broke up with him. I've been lying about not knowing who he is. But we both agreed we'd continue to act like we didn't know each other so we could get to know each other all over again, but I guess that didn't work out."

Tom only hums in response before speaking, "I could tell there was something between you two when you looked at each other."

I finally look at Tom with complete attention, and he doesn't really have an expression on his face. Almost like he already knew. Maybe at this point, everyone does for all I know.

"How do you mean?" I asked, swirling the bourbon around in the glass a little.

"You can always tell when two people love each other by how they look at one another," Tom says, standing up straight.

"I can't say I still love him, or at least not like I used to. The reason why we broke up is that he didn't support my career. I constantly heard that my job choice wasn't good enough and that I deserved a better one because I could do it."

"Well, are you capable of it?" Tom asks.

"I don't know. But I'd rather stay out of the limelight. Besides, I'm just an extra, anyway," I say, downing the rest of the bourbon.

"Says who?" Tom furrows his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Says Austin," I say, beginning to walk back to the door.

"Prove him wrong, then," Tom says, opening the door for me, "Because you, young lady, are more than that."

I look up at Tom and nod, "Thank you."

He just smiles and closes the door behind us. The condo is silent except for the vinyl still playing. Tom and I walk into the living room to see everyone awkwardly on their phones, except Austin, who is sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. He notices I've walked in and stands up immediately.

"Roman, can I talk to you?" he grabs my elbow softly, and I yank it away.

"I'll give you five minutes," I say, trying not to slur. The alcohol began to hit me full force.

The two of us enter the kitchen, where we're out of earshot. I turn and face Austin, who looks really guilty.

"I'm sorry for saying that. I shouldn't have assumed anything or even said it out loud-"

"Sorry for saying what, Austin? I want you to repeat it back to me. And don't apologize just because you likely got scolded by everyone here," I spit, my blood running hot with drunken anger.

"I'm apologizing because I mean it. I'm sorry for saying you were fucking around with my co-stars. I'm sorry for not thinking before I speak," Austin grabs my elbow again, to which I pull it from his grasp again.

"Sorry, but I can't forgive you right now," I chuckle, everything becoming a little blurry, "For someone who is an actor, you really don't know when to not pretend, do you?"

Austin is now holding both of my arms to steady me, "Roman, what are you talking about? Here, let me take you to the guest room."

"I'm talking about you really sucking at pretending you don't still love me," I manage to get out before everything around me fades to black.

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Night Owls

Relationships: Azura/Laslow

Gen Audiences/No Warnings Apply

This for the Day 3 Prompt of Fates Route Week, Night!

Dancing and stargazing as a love language :)

wc: 2,218 (also crossed posted to ao3!)

“So this is how you slip away so easily,” Azura says, her hand held tightly in Laslow’s as they sneak past the guard on duty.

“They’re not expecting people to leave,” he returns, running his thumb across her skin in an idle little gesture. Such expressions of affection still catch her off guard; the casual, thoughtless way he shows his love is something she’d always wished for but never expected.

There’s a beach about a half mile from where the army made camp. Amid all the preparations, he’d managed to pull her aside just long enough to steal a kiss and make her promise to meet him at his tent once twilight fell.

Now, she does her best to hide a smile. Most everyone knows of Laslow’s nocturnal tendencies, though he insists on maintaining secrecy. She can’t blame him, not when every single person in their army is hiding something.

The pendant weighs heavy around her neck.

Oblivious to her own inner thoughts, Laslow beams at her once they clear the camp perimeter. “Feels good to get away, no?”

“It does,” she readily agrees, giving his hand a squeeze before releasing it. Long arms stretch high above her head. “What mischief do you have planned for tonight, my muse?”

She’ll never tire of his hair-trigger blush, or the charming shade of pink that makes his cheeks glow.

“A-ahem! Milady, you wound me deeply. Thinking I’d only drag you out here for some form of nonsense. I thought you of all people would appreciate an evening spent by the ocean.”

Teasing him is just so easy. But she shows mercy, once again sliding her hand into his. “I do, love. More than I can say.”

Huffing, he threads their fingers together, resolutely keeping his gaze forward. “...You promise?”

She wants to huff a laugh of her own at his dramatics. Instead, she bites the inside of her cheek, unwilling to push him any further. “I promise.”

They walk side-by-side in relative silence, ducking under the sparse tree branches separating them from the coastline. Nocturnal animals begin stirring, rustling unseen in the bushes. For once, neither Laslow or Azura tense for an imminent attack. Everything here feels safe, untouched by the war ravaging the land.

They hear the ocean’s dull roar before they see it. Azura perks up immediately, pace quickening until she’s a few steps shy of tugging him along. He follows without complaint, merely happy to see her so excited.

The last orange rays of sunlight have faded into deep blue by the time they clear the treeline. White capped waves lap gently at the shore. He stops right before stepping onto the beach, releasing her so he can remove his boots. She gives him a cursory glance, attention drawn to the watery expanse right in front of them.

“I’m right behind you,” he laughs, watching her expression go from eager to luminous with joy. She bends gracefully, gathering the hem of her dress in one hand, then tiptoes across the sand, stepping into the water with a musical laugh.

He plops down, giving up on trying to yank his boots off while standing. One comes to rest next to him while the other remains half unbuckled. She’s radiant, relaxed, her stoic armor melting away into the surf.

He’d give anything to see her like this permanently.

Azura drops the gathered fabric of her dress in favor of letting her arms hang loose. She spins, water splashing, her hair flaring like a wind tossed wave. When she slows, her eyes find his.

“What’s taking you so long?”

“You look so beautiful.” No fancy line or exaggerated flourish. Only the simple, honest truth, reflected in the awe and love shining through his eyes.

Her cheeks heat. He disarms her so easily when he drops the flirtatious act. (A charming act all the same, she has reassured him.) “I…thank you.”

Laslow pulls his last boot off, then quickly rolls up his pant legs. The water is colder than he expected, a shiver tearing through him as he splashes to her side. “Heh, quite refreshing, no?”

“It’s perfect.”

He cranes his neck skyward while she sways in time with the waves. Scattered stars twinkle from the navy blue sky, a silent audience watching over them. It reminds him of nights spent alone under different constellations. How wonderful to share these new ones with someone he loves.

Azura wades over after a few minutes, resting her chin atop his shoulder.

“Dance with me?” He asks.

“Always.”

They face each other, standing calf deep in the water. “No holding back,” he whispers, placing his left hand on her waist, right hand clasping hers.

She only smiles in reply. His confidence has grown since the day she’d reprimanded him, like a flower blooming after finally receiving enough sunlight. With a light step, she pulls him into a waltz, her steps slow and sure. Laslow follows, lovestruck grin never leaving his face. They dance in time with the ocean, a gentle push and pull guided by the current.

Laslow releases her hip, holding their joined hands aloft while sending her into an elegant twirl. Water sprays him, though he pays no mind to the chill. A little discomfort is a price he’s more than willing to pay for her smile.

Breathless, she whirls back into his arms, hands braced against his chest, eyes alight. He pulls her closer, still swaying gently, dipping his head down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Stunning. Absolutely stunning.”

She buries her face into his jacket, breathing in peppermint and lemon and brine. “I wasn’t singing.”

“Don’t need to be to capture my attention.”

She lifts her head, then reaches up to wipe a stray drop of water off his cheek. “I love you, Laslow.”

“I love you, Azura.” He turns his face, kissing her palm, and she hums softly. “Want to stargaze before we return?” His breath warms her skin, heating her from the inside out.

“Will you fall asleep this time?”

Playful indignation flashes in his eyes. “That was one time!”

Her laugh rings across the empty beach, music notes echoing over the waves. “You’re cute when you sleep. I don’t mind, really.”

That lovely blush blooms along his face as he pouts. “I’m always cute, thank you.”

“Yes, darling, you are.” She grabs his wrist, gently tugging him along. Already she misses the feel of water swirling around her ankles, the slow pull of the tide beckoning her ever deeper.

The anchor keeping her tethered follows her back onto solid ground, flopping dramatically down and propping himself up on an elbow. “Anything else you’d like to compliment me about?”

She steps around him, folding her legs underneath her and scooting close so he can lay his head across her lap. “Hmmm…I do love it when you blush.”

“Oho?” He wiggles a little, getting comfortable, eyelids already beginning to droop. “I’ll blush as often as you want if it means you’ll smile.”

Pink tinges her own cheeks. Damn him, for finding a way to turn it back on her. “…you make it easy.”

He hums in reply and lets his eyes fall shut. Azura looks skyward, watching the stars in their shimmering dance, the nearly-full moon reigning over them all.

Her hand lands in his hair, slowly stroking the silver strands. He sighs, utterly content. .

A question burns in her mind. She mulls it over for several moments, finally daring to break the peaceful quiet.

“Laslow,” she says softly, barely audible over the ocean’s gentle rumble.

“Hmm?” Sleepy, he blinks his eyes open, head lolling towards her stomach. “Time to head back, eh?”

Gods, how she wishes to live in this moment forever. To live a life full of leisurely evenings exactly like this, without fear of it ending come the dawn. “Not quite.” Lazy fingers curl strands of his hair. “One day, will you perform your mother’s dance for me?”

Brown eyes widen a fraction, surprise replacing drowsiness. She’s caught glimpses of it, namely the first day she stumbled upon him dancing in secret. But to see the entire thing, even just once…it’s something she’ll cherish for whatever time she has left.

Laslow swallows the emotion welling in his throat. “I’d be honored to have you as my audience. Do you want my version, or hers?” He reaches up, cupping her cheek in one cool palm. His wedding ring shines in the moonlight.

“You know I’d love to see both. Whatever you feel comfortable sharing with me.” Azura leans into his touch.

“Selfish girl,” he teases. The last person who’d seen him perform the whole thing was Mother, mere days before he was called away to Nohr. Planting his free hand in the sand, he pushes himself up until he’s eye level. “Of course I’ll dance for you.”

Moonlight outlines him in silver, turning his hair molten. Night suits him far better than the overbright sun. Azura drags her fingers forward, tracing his cheekbone, the outline of his lips. A question enters his eyes but he remains silent as she continues her exploration. Her nails lightly trace the curve of his jaw and his mouth quirks up into the ghost of a smile.

She closes the distance, kissing that smile softly, still cupping his face. He makes a happy little sound, reciprocating, lips soft against hers. An arm curls around her waist. There’s no urgency in their movements, only a desire to pretend they’re just two lovers enjoying a romantic midnight rendezvous.

He chases her when she breaks the kiss. Azura gives him one more peck. “We should get back,” she murmurs. He kisses the corner of her mouth.

“They’re used to us disappearing,” he returns with another kiss to her cheek.

“Laslow, sweetheart.”

A sigh puffs against her skin. “…I know. I just…who knows when we’ll have another night like this? Why not enjoy it as long as we’re able?”

Her heart breaks a little for this boy limned in moonlight. “We will. I enjoy every moment I’m by your side; no matter what.”

He knocks his forehead to hers. Naga, he loves her so much he sometimes thinks he’ll burst with it. “Thank you, Azura. Heh, all this uncertainty can really get to a guy!”

And there’s his optimistic armor. She nods, despite how she wishes things were different. “It gets to everyone. I wish we didn’t have to return, either. And until we no longer have our obligations, we’ll continue finding moments like these.”

He smiles, then—not the wide, bright thing he uses when he’s trying to be charming, but the soft, genuine one she so adores. “Deal.”

Stealing one final kiss, he stands, then offers her his hand. She accepts, pulling herself up in one fluid motion.

“Wait a moment! I nearly forgot!” He releases her hand and races down to where water meets sand, scooping up a handful of the wet stuff , poking through it with intense focus. Azura continues dusting sand off her dress, watching with fond bemusement. His child-like happiness for the littlest things always makes her heart swell. Curiosity makes her step a little closer, neck craning for a view.

“No peeking!”

She rolls her eyes but dutifully covers them. Water splashes, no doubt from him washing off his hands. Sandy footsteps approach. “Alright, you can look now.”

Her hand drops, attention falling onto his own outstretched palms. A small collection of near-perfect seashells glisten from their saltwater bath. “Oh, Laslow…” Delicate fingers pick one up, examining the lines of orange and white covering the surface. She turns it over, rubbing a thumb along the smooth expanse of purple fading into pink. “Beautiful. Thank you, love.”

“Of course, 'Zura! It’s a memory, y’know.”

“A memory?” She echoes, clasping the seashell to her heart.

“Yeah,” he returns, dropping the remaining shells into his pants pocket. They can look them over tomorrow; he’s finally starting to grow tired. “When I was younger, I collected things. Rocks, shells, feathers, things like that. I wanted to remember my adventures, and who was with me.” His voice sounds strained at the end, and he’s suddenly very interested in pulling on his boots instead of looking at her.

She knows his past is shrouded in fog, full of things he’s unwilling or unable to speak about. All she’s gleaned from past conversations is that he left people he deeply loved behind upon his arrival in Nohr. Odin and Selena are remnants from the time before, and equally closed off about their previous circumstances.

Azura will not press the issue. They’ll talk about it whenever they’re ready. She understands the desire to keep old wounds sealed, lest they begin bleeding afresh.

Laslow stands, summoning a smile. He’s more grateful than he knows how to articulate for her acceptance of his silence. She wraps a hand around his arm, sidling close to steal some of his warmth. Laslow briefly noses at her hair. Eventually, he’ll tell her everything. Eventually, he’ll ask her to come with him, for surely whatever magic brought him here can be extended to one more person.

But for tonight, he basks in her presence, soaking up every moment and tucking them neatly away in a mental box like he does the shells and rocks and feathers.

#char writes #azurlow #fe azura #fe laslow #azura/laslow #fire emblem fates #fire emblem fanfiction

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