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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙𝟚 “cowboy like me”

♡ 𓃗 ♡

Pre! Outbreak Joel × horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: I wrote this entire chapter in one day and I’m pretty proud of how it turned out. Definitely a more angsty/feels chapter but I absolutely adore how close Joel and Tommy are as brothers in this. Enjoy! ♡

~word count: 5.5k~

Summary: horse dad! Joel throws in a little punch at your shit excuse for an ex boyfriend. Things get a little angsty, and emotions and feelings are openly shared.

Warnings: angst, mild violence (Joel punches your ex and breaks his nose) brief mentioning of blood/injuries. Gaslighting, egging on, toxic behavior from readers ex, Readers ex is an animal abuser (this is directly stated so proceed with caution) anxiety, fear, guilt, yelling, anger, reminiscing on the past, foul language, drinking, admittance of feelings, tooth aching fluff scattered throughout (especially between Joel and Tommy) making up, forgiveness. (+18) minors dni!

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Austin, Texas

“What in the actual fuck do you think you’re doing here Logan? This is private property. You are unwelcome here.” You spoke firmly despite the slight quiver in your tone. You were simmering in anger, trembling in rage.

“Oh, my darling. Is that really any way to speak to me? Y’know…that’s the funny thing about restraining orders, you have to renew them or they expire. Besides, did you really think I wouldn't show up here again?” He pushed himself off the side of Frankie’s stall, a swagger in his step as he approached you and Joel. “After you dragged my fucking name through the dirt? Created all these false claims that I’m an animal abuser?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Did you really think I’d let you fucking get away with it? You think I’m that much of a fool?”

Your Texas tall glass of water was instinctively stepping in front of you. Acting as a physical shield to protect you from your ex’s harsh words. “Imma need ya to take 5 steps back from where you came from. 5 steps. Now. I don’t know who you are, but what I do know is that you’re a piece of shit. You don’t get to come here and spew some shit like you own the fuckin’ place? Man, who the fuck taught you manners cause you sure as hell ain’t have any. Secondly, you ain’t gonna talk to my girl like that. You ain’t gonna go and make her feel like she’s inferior. You ain’t gonna try and scare her into submission like that. Now, if you know what’s best for ya, you’re gonna walk on outta here with your tail between your legs. You’re gonna go home, lick your wounds and leave her, and her horses the fuck alone. Do I make myself clear buddy? Cause..I ain’t gonna say it again.”

Joel’s voice didn’t waiver like yours did. He was stern, and straight to the point. His own blood was beginning to boil like a hot kettle on the stove. His eyes were narrowed, holding a harsh edge of disgust. Who the fuck was this prick? How dare he talk to you that way. What a sorry excuse for a man. Fucking pathetic teenage, alpha male mentality.

Logan laughed. Of course he fucking did. He was so far out of touch with reality that he had himself convinced that he was the hottest thing since sliced bread. “Ah, you the boyfriend or something? She got you wrapped right around her pretty little finger, huh sweetheart? She’s got her claws deep into you man. Can’t blame you for falling so hard, she’s got the sweetest—”

“You ain’t talkin’ to her. You’re talkin’ to me. Yeah, I’m her boyfriend, and you’re runnin’ my patience real fuckin’ thin. You like runnin’ your mouth? Huh? Such a tough man you are. Comin’ in here n’puffin’ your chest like a fuckin’ imbecile. Now, like I already said, you go on home now and lick your fuckin’ wounds. Get fuckin’ lost.”

“Oh ho ho! The big scary boyfriend coming to your rescue? You're gonna let him talk to me like this sweetheart?” He ignored Joel completely as he looked over the other man’s shoulder, directly at you.

“That’s enough!” You finally spoke, fed up with your ex trying to get a rise out of Joel. You had been with Logan long enough to understand that game he always would play. He was an instigator. A cockroach that would never die; no matter how many times you stepped on it. “Go home Logan. I don’t know what you thought was going to happen when you showed up here, but you need to leave.” You stepped around Joel, taking matters into your own hands as your finger prodded against Logan’s chest firmly.

“Go home? Yeah, not gonna happen baby. It’s going to take a lot more than your grumpy guard dog of a boyfriend to get me to leave. Besides, do you think I just came here to humiliate you? No. I came back for my fucking horse. Whiskey belongs to me. Now you’ve gone and turned him into a sack of meat. A children’s lesson horse nonetheless? Fuck you—”

You shoved at him hard, placing your hands on his shoulders as you pushed him back. “Whiskey does not belong to you. He belongs to me and he is well fucking loved. You’ve got some real fucking nerve showing up here thinking that I’m just going to let you take him! You should be rotting in fucking jail for what you have done to my horses. Let alone how you have treated me when we were dating. If you don’t leave my property now, I will call the cops.”

Joel’s blood had hit the boiling point. The kettle had screamed, steam billowing as his fists clenched tightly at his sides. If this son of a bitch ever laid a fucking hand on you, his girl…breathe, Joel. Breathe.

“Oh, go on right ahead and call the cops, baby girl. I’m sure your daddy would love to see me!” Logan sneered with a wicked grin on his face as you pushed him back. As soon as his hands grabbed your forearms, there was no stopping Joel from intervening.

It happened in a flash, Joel grabbed Logan’s hands and yanked them from the firm grip they had around your forearms. He pushed him back so hard, he fell straight back on the aisle floor. “You don’t fuckin’ lay a finger on her! You fuckin’ hear me?! YOU DON’T LAY A FUCKIN’ FINGER ON MY GIRL.” Joel had grasped him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him up harshly from the floor. He shoved him once more, jaw clenched and veins bulging along his neck.

“Lay a finger on her? Well, I hate to break it to you, but I wanna do so much more than that—” Logan egged him on.

A sickening sound on bone and cartilage crunching under Joel’s heavy fist echoed through the open stables. Your Texas tall glass of water wasted no time on clocking this mother fucker right in the face, knocking him out cold. Joel was not a violent man at heart, but he would be damned if he’d watch from the sidelines and not deal with this shit bag head on.

He was seeing red-hot rage blazing behind his eyes as his fist connected with his face. A clean shot, a broken nose. Far less damage than Joel felt that he deserved. His fist ached, and the torn skin around his knuckles stung, but the adrenaline was freshly coursing through his veins as he turned over his shoulder and looked back at you.

“Joel..” your hand was covering your mouth in shock, and a twinge of fear. You were not one for condoning violence and Joel could see it written all over your face.

“Baby, I’m sorry..I—he wasn’t gonna stop. He wasn’t gonna leave.” Joel tried to reason with you.

“I know, but we—we need to call the cops. Just..stay there, okay? I’ll go get some ice for your hand, and I have a medical kit in my office—” you were already pulling out your phone from your pocket when you felt his warmth embrace you. Calloused palms resting along your cheekbones.

“Okay, we can call the cops. I know we have to, but are you—are you okay?” He spoke softly to you, eyes nervously searching yours as his thumbs gently stroked away the tears that had begun to freely fall.

“Joel..I’m fine. Okay? I’m fine. Please just..call the cops and I’ll go get the ice, okay?” You pleaded with him, heart clenching in on itself when his face fell.

“Okay. I’ll call the cops.” He agreed as he slowly dropped his hands from the gentle hold they once had on your face. He watched momentarily as you quickly made your way to your office space, swinging the door shut behind you. He scrubbed a hand down his face as he dialed 9-1-1 on his own phone, bringing the device up to his ear with a heavy sigh.

Tears blurred your vision as you grabbed a pack of ice from the fridge and the medical kit from the cabinet next to it. You quickly wiped your tears and fanned your face. You weren’t mad at Joel, not really. You understood why he did what he had to do, but at the same time you were upset, and a little overwhelmed. Okay, a lot overwhelmed. You took a few minutes to calm down before you left your office.

Joel was sitting along a tack trunk in front of Whiskey’s stall, with his head in his hands when you reappeared. “I called the cops. They’re on their way now.” He wiped away his own freshly brewing tears.

You momentarily glanced at Logan’s knocked out form laying on the dusty ground as he let out a pained groan and rolled over onto his side. “You son of a bitch..” he grumbled, spitting out blood onto the floor. “You’re gonna pay for that motherfucker.”

Joel ignored him as he was too focused on the way you were gently dabbing antiseptic ointment across the split skin on his knuckles. He truly couldn’t get a good read on how you were feeling in that present moment, but he appreciated your touch of kindness regardless. His forehead was gently touching yours as he pressed the softest kiss to skin between your brows, closing his eyes momentarily.

Once you finished applying the ointment, you placed the small bag of ice over the skin to help bring the swelling and bruising down. You gave his good hand a gentle squeeze before you stood up from the tack trunk.

You tossed the other bag of ice in Logan’s direction before all your attention was turned on making sure that your horses were okay.

Once the cops arrived, they took your statement and Joel’s. Logan was crying about his broken nose in the back of the ambulance as another cop took his statement.

Joel had no idea as of yet that the chief of police was your father. Although the resemblance was striking, he didn’t want to go and make any assumptions right off the bat.

You spoke to your father off to the side as another officer was detaining Joel and placing handcuffs around his wrists, with his chest pressed up against the side of the cop car.

“Look, I know that you have to do your job here dad, but is it really necessary to arrest him? Joel did nothing wrong. Logan showed up here uninvited and he wasn’t going to leave. I tried to get him to leave and he put his hands on me and that’s when Joel snapped.”

Your father let out a sigh with his arms crossed over his chest. “Sweetie, you know I’m just doing my job here. He hit another man, and that’s classified as assault. A family member will have to pay a small charge to bail him out, but I’ll pull some strings to make sure it won’t end up on his permanent record. As for Logan? I’m not going to be as nice. Now, I want you to lock up here and go home. Call Ryder up to spend the night or something, okay?”

Your dad was a tough man, but a real softy at the same time. You both watched as the other officer pushed Joel into the backseat of the vehicle. You let out a sigh as you looked over at your father and nodded.

Joel was in utter defeat as he sat in the back of the cop car with his head resting back against the seat. Normally it was Tommy getting his ass arrested, but Joel? Never. It was a new low for him and he was simmering in it.

“Not the usual Miller brother that I’m used to picking up.” Your father spoke as he leaned back against the side of the car. He had picked up Tommy Miller a few too many times but this was his first time meeting Joel.

“Yeah, I think my brother Tommy has mentioned you a few times before sir. I’m always the one bailin’ his ass out..” Joel responded with a defeated sigh.

Your father nodded. “Yeah, your brother Tommy and I are on a first name basis. Always going on about how his big brother always bails him out.”

“Well, Tommy is always finding his own way of getting into trouble. I apologize for you havin’ to be on a first name basis with him. He has gotten a lot better as of late.”

“Are you dating my daughter? I might be old, but I can put two and two together.”

Joel felt all the color slowly drain from his face. His palms began to sweat when his assumptions that the chief of police was in fact your father was true. He swallowed hard, clearing his throat. “I am dating your daughter sir.”

“Are you treating her right?”

“I am sir. Your daughter means a lot to me. She’s a wonderful woman, and I’m awfully lucky to know her.”

“Good. I can tell you treat her right just based on the fact of how quick she was to defend you. Meeting under these circumstances is not ideal, but you’ll have to come over for dinner one night.”

She defended me?

“Sir, I would be delighted to have dinner with you and your family.” Joel was in disbelief to say the least. He was not expecting your father to be so open to him like that.

“I also want to say I appreciate you sticking up for my daughter. She’s pretty good at holding her own, and she gets that from her mother, but thank you for keeping her safe.”

“You’re welcome sir.”

“Once we get you booked in the station, you can call your brother to come pick you up. It’s a small fine to be paid, but I’m sure he can manage it.”

Joel could only nod as your father closed the back door before climbing into the driver's seat. The drive to the station was a quiet one and once Joel was booked in, he immediately called Tommy.

“Tommy? Hey, it’s Joel. Uhh..listen, are you busy right now? I uh—I’m in jail.”

The last thing Tommy was expecting was for his big brother to call him and say that he got himself arrested. It was unlike Joel and completely against his nature. “Joel? What the fuck are you talkin’ about? The hell did ya do to get arrested?”

Joel pinched the bridge of his nose as he inhaled deeply, resting his forehead against the cold brick wall. “I punched Clover’s ex in the face..well, in the nose. Broke it and everythin.’ He showed up to the barn uninvited, and he put his hands on her and I lost it.”

“Clover? Ohhh is that your girl’s nickname? That’s cute. I just can’t believe that my big brother, Joel fuckin’ Miller got his ass thrown in jail. Man, I’m never gonna live this one down.”

“Yeah, that’s her nickname ‘cus she’s my lucky charm. Anyway, can you cut the crap and just come fuckin’ bail me out? I don’t wanna sit here all night. Also, do not fuckin’ bring this up to Sarah. She ain’t need to know that her dad got arrested, alright?”

“Aw, she’s your lucky charm? Man, that’s so stinkin’ cute! Yeah, hang tight big brother. Tommy is coming to the rescue! I won’t bring this up to Sarah. You have my word.” Joel could hear Tommy smirking through the receiver.

“Thank you so much. However will I repay you?” Joel grumbled sarcastically.

“With a big ole’ hug and kiss!” Tommy laughed as he grabbed his keys quickly.

“I ain’t gonna kiss ya Tommy.”

“You ain’t got much of a choice, big brother. Alright, I’m gettin’ in my truck now. See ya soon!”

Joel hung up with a sigh. At least your father was kind enough to place him in a semi comfortable holding cell. It was still pretty cold, but it was just him in the room thank god.

Tommy arrived at the police station about 20 minutes later. He gave the chief of police a little salute and a wink before paying the small fine of $500 and signed his brother out. He had a big smirk on his stupid face when Joel was released from his short stay in jail. A grimace was plastered on his face as Tommy pulled him in for a hug, to which Joel begrudgingly returned.

Once the two Miller brothers were safely in Tommy’s truck, Joel barely had a second to breathe before his younger brother was opening his big mouth. “Joel, what in the hell were you thinkin’ hittin’ her ex like that?!? Man, you’re so lucky that you didn’t have to sit in a cell all night! What do we say to Tommy? Thank you so much for bailin’ me out of jail! You’re the bestest brother I could ever ask for!”

Joel let out a frustrated groan at his brother's antics as he reached over the dashboard and trapped him in a headlock. “You and that big fuckin’ mouth of yours is always gettin’ you in trouble! I did what I had to do. The guy was a total fuckin’ prick, and like I told ya earlier, he put his fuckin’ hands on her.”

Tommy playfully pushed his brother away. Well, he attempted to but Joel’s grip was pretty damn strong. “Okay, okay! I yield! I yield! Lemme go! C’mon big brother, I was only messin’ with ya!” Tommy pleaded with him.

Joel gave him a knucklehead sandwich as he messed up the younger Miller’s hair before he finally released him.

“Seriously though, are you alright Joel? No silly talk I promise.”

Joel let out a deep sigh as he sunk back into the passenger seat and scrubbed his hand down his face. “Yeah, I’m alright. I just..I probably shouldn’t have punched him in the face. He had it comin.’”

“I mean, yeah. You probably shouldn’t have punched him in the face. I ain’t one to judge ‘cus I woulda done the same thing.”

Joel looked over at him shaking his head a little. “I guess the only thing I’m worried about is if Clover is upset with me..I think she is and I can’t really blame her but at the same time, I don’t want her to be upset with me.”

“Yeah man. I get you. Listen, before we get into this deep brother to brother talk, how about we go and pick up some burgers and beers, and park somewhere n’just relax for a minute. Does that sound like a good plan to you?”

“Like what we used to do in highschool after football practices, and when your prom date ditched you senior year for what’s his name? Brett somethin?’” Joel was snapping his fingers as he tried to remember the running back that stole Tommy’s date.

“Brett-go-fuck-yourself-date-stealin’-rotten-son-of-a-bitch.” Yeah, I remember him. That was the first night you and I really talked too. Like, on a deeper level. Shit, didn’t we go and egg his house afterwards too?” Tommy looked over at his brother with a big grin. It was nice to reminisce on the past.

“Yes! It was like what, three in the mornin’ or somethin?’ God, if Ma would have known what we were doin’, she woulda killed us.” Joel chuckled.

“Best part of the whole thing was Brett’s sister felt sooo bad for what had happened that she personally apologized by givin’ me a blowie in my truck the followin’ weekend. ‘Oh, Tommy! I’m so sorry that my mean brother stole your date like that let me just suck’—”

“Okay, now you’ve just gone and ruined the moment. Jesus Christ, Tommy. Is there ever a moment where you’re not thinkin’ of sex?” Joel asked with an exasperated sigh.

“Pssh. Of course there are moments where I’m not thinkin’ about sex! I’m not a total imbecile y’know.” Tommy shot him a playful wink as he started the ignition.

“Yeah? Well, I ain’t too sure about that bein’ true Tommy.”

“Oh my gosh, are you..are you callin’ me a whore?” Tommy looked over at him in disbelief, with his hand across his chest.

Joel gave him a ‘are you serious?’ look before he rolled his eyes. “Uh huh. That’s exactly what I’m callin’ ya. You’re a whore and you’re proud of it too.”

The Miller brothers went to their favorite drive through joint in town. They each got a burger, fries, and 2 beers to go. They pulled up to their old highschool and parked near the football field.

Tommy put the radio on low while he inhaled his burger and fries. The summer air was warm, and there were fireflies flashing all over the pitch black football field. ‘Take On Me’ was crackling through the old radio system.

“Hey, Tommy? Uh..how soon is too soon to tell someone that you love them?” Joel asked with uncertainty laced in his tone.

Tommy slowly turned his head to look at his brother. He blinked a few times as he processed the 4 letter word that Joel hadn’t uttered in years. “Uh..are ya feelin’ alright big brother? You ain’t got a fever or somethin’ do ya?”

“For fuck sakes Tommy. Don’t look at me like that. I just—is it too soon?”

Tommy reached for his beer in the nearest cup holder and took a big swig as he sank back into the old worn leather on the driver's seat. “Alright, so it’s undeniable that you two love each other. Anyone with two goddamn eyes can see that. However, I think you just need to take a step back for a moment, and calm down a little. I don’t wantcha jumpin’ the gun and confessing your undying love to her.”

“You..think she loves me too? I ain’t gonna go and confess my undyin’ love for her. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Joel, of course she loves you. I just don’t want to see ya hurt. Not that Clover would ever hurt ya or anythin’ but as your brother, I gotta look out for ya. I love you too much to see you hurt again. I just wanna see you happy Joel.” Tommy was genuine with his words of course. He loved Joel dearly and he truly did just want his brother to be happy.

“I love you too, Tommy. Even when you annoy me half the fuckin’ time. I’m not gonna do anythin’ irrational I swear. It’s just that..well, the last time I cared about someone this much was—”

“Sarah’s mom. I know Joel. I was there, remember?”

“I wish I didn’t remember honestly. It was such an ugly situation for me. Comin’ home and seein’ all her shit gone. Our bedroom empty. She didn’t even leave a fuckin’ note.” Joel bit back his bitter tears from spilling as he remembered the night he came home to an empty bed.

“I never saw you cry so much in my fuckin’ life…I wanted to cry for you.” Tommy softly admitted as he reached over and gently squeezed his brother's shoulder.

“Thank god Sarah was just a little thing at the time..she didn’t understand what was goin’ on. Remember the look on the neighbor's face when I was drunk n’sobbin’ in the front yard? Good times. Good fucking times.” Joel laughed pathetically.

“Hey, listen to me okay? Yeah, that was a real dark fuckin’ time for you. My heart broke for you, and Sarah that night. You got somethin’ good now, Joel. Somethin’ real good. You ain’t ever gonna cry like that again. Alright?”

Joel sniffed as he wiped at his nose and looked over at him. “She won’t hurt me like that. She’s too kind to do that. Too gentle, too wonderful. The loveliest person that I have ever had the privilege of knowin.’” He was teary eyed as he looked at his brother. These weren’t sad tears; these were tears of relief.

“Nah. She’s a dime in a dozen. ‘Special in every way. Now please shut up before you make me cry too. I’m too fuckin’ pretty to cry!” Tommy jokingly said.

“So what does that make me? An ugly crier? I see how it is.” Joel teased.

“The ugliest crier of all fuckin’ time.”

“Shut your whore ass mouth up, Tommy. That was mean.” Joel said with a grin.

It was nearing 3a.m when Tommy drove Joel back to the barn so he could pick up his truck. “Hey lover boy? You drive straight on home. Don’t stop at her apartment, cause I know you’ll be tempted to. Just give her some space to breathe, and you can see her in the mornin.’”

Joel twirled his own keys between his fingers as he went to open the passenger door. “Alright. I’ll drive right on home. I won’t go to her apartment. I’ll call her in the mornin’ or somethin.’”

Tommy thought it was a little suspicious that Joel wasn’t trying to fight him on this. Regardless of his suspicions, he decided to trust his brother. “Alright. Text me when you get home then, alright? I’ll be at Ryder’s.”

“At this hour? Well, you have yourself a good time with her Tommy. Tell her I say hello.” Joel gave him a little nod before he slipped out of the driver's seat.

“Well, uh yeah. She’s my girlfriend, and we love to have late night sleepovers.” Tommy said with a grin.

“Girlfriend? Congratulations, baby brother. She’s a lucky lucky gal.”

“Nah, I’m the luckiest man. She’s amazin.’” Tommy was just as lovestruck as Joel was.

Both Miller brothers waved goodbye as they drove off in separate directions. Of course..Joel didn’t keep his word on driving straight home. He had to go and make sure that you were okay. It was going to eat him up inside if he didn’t.

So that’s how your Texas tall glass of water ended up standing outside your apartment at 3 in the morning. His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans after he knocked on your door.

He was just about to head back down the steps after a few minutes when he heard the front door creak open and your soft voice drifting through the calm balmy summer air. “Joel?…what are you doing here? It's like..3 in the morning.” You were rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you leaned against the door jamb, wearing nothing but Joel’s t-shirt and a pair of panties.

“Baby?..hey, m’sorry. I know it’s late. I didn't mean to wake ya. I just..I wanted to make sure you were okay after everything that happened..” he sheepishly whispered as he stood with his hands still shoved in his pockets.

“You drove all this way..to make sure I was okay? Joel, baby. You’re exhausted. Do you..do you want to come in for some tea?” You looked up at him through sleepy lashes.

“Yeah, I’d love to come in for some tea..” Joel gave you a small hesitant smile as he stepped inside your quaint apartment, taking his boots off by the doormat as you closed the door softly.

“What kind of tea do you like?..” you padded past him into the kitchen as you grabbed the kettle and filled it up with water. “I have mint, sleepy-time, hibiscus, chamomile..and like anything your heart desires.”

Joel set his phone and other personables down on the coffee table after he texted Tommy and let him know he got home safely. “Sleepy-time is one of my favorites.”

“Mine too.” You grabbed two mugs and started the kettle on the stove. There was a fallen silence between the two of you as you waited for the kettle to boil. Once it was ready, you steeped the tea bags in the mugs before bringing them over. You gently handed Joel his mug before sinking down on the couch beside him.

You each took a few small sips before Joel broke through the ice. “Listen, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I reacted earlier. I’m not a violent person..and punching your ex in the face like that was pretty fuckin’ stupid of me. I understand if you..need some space from me or somethin.’ I can’t blame you if you do.”

You rested the mug between your palms as you looked over at him. “Joel..I don’t want any space from you, okay? That’s not what..I don’t want you to think that all of a sudden I don’t want to see you anymore. I promise you that’s not what’s happening here. Am I upset that you..acted in violence? Yeah, I am. It’s something that I don’t condone. However, I’m not mad at you. I know why you did what you did, but you can’t let people get to you like that. Logan is an instigator. That’s how he always has been. He just wanted to get a rise out of you.”

Joel slowly looked over at you as he took another sip of tea. “Okay..I just, I wanted to make sure because if you did want space, I would 100% give it to you darlin.’” He reached over with his free hand and gave your exposed knee a gentle squeeze. “I know I shouldn’t have let him get to me. It’s just that when I saw him grab you like that..I just couldn’t hold back. I’m sorry. I don’t want to scare you or anythin.’”

You gently rested your head against his own with a soft sigh, wrapping your hand around his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Hey, I know you would give me space if I asked for it, cowboy. I’m not scared of you at all. The situation just..it got out of control super fast. I know you’re not a violent man Joel. It would take a lot for you to scare me away.”

Joel kept his hand gently resting along your knee, brushing his fingers across the underside of it before he was coaxing your legs to rest along his lap. “Okay, I’ll try and not dwell on it too much. I’m glad we could have this conversation. Tommy told me I should wait till tomorrow..but I get anxious over these things. I also truly just wanted to make sure you were okay, baby. I could have called, texted, but I needed to see you in person.” His hands were gently massaging your calves now as they were draped over his thighs.

You let your back rest along the pillows on the couch comfortably as he massaged your calves. You knew that Joel Miller presently had multiple love languages. Acts of service, physical touch, and words of affirmation. This combination felt like a warm cup of tea, doused in sticky sweet honey that melted on your tongue. “I was going to call you earlier. I just didn’t know if you needed space as well. So, I ended up calling Ryder over and she came and hung out with me for a few hours. I’m really glad you came over. I wanted to make sure that you were okay too.”

“I’m glad I went against my brother’s words. My gut was tellin’ me to come and see ya. The tea is just a wonderful added bonus.” He softly chuckled.

“Well, I’m glad you went with your gut. Although, Tommy is probably gonna disagree. I can butter him up for you.” You softly giggled.

“Butter him up? Nah, I’ll handle him. Besides, I don’t need my girl butterin’ up my little brother. He’s got enough ego boostin’ as it is. How about you save that butterin’ up for me? You got any to spare?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you playfully causing you to snort tea up your nose.

“Is that an innuendo for?..” you giggled as you wiped away the stray drops of tea from under your nose.

Joel was as red as a fire hydrant now as he looked over at you and shook his head vigorously. “Dear god. I gotta stop spendin’ so much time with my brother. He’s rottin’ my damn brain from the inside out.” He nervously chuckled.

“Oh baby, don’t be embarrassed. It’s okay. Besides, I was just messing with you.” You shot him a playful wink. “You wanna finish watching the episode of Friends that we left off from last time?”

“With you? Absolutely. Put it on and get nice and comfy.” He grabbed your mug from your hands gently and set it along the coffee table before he pulled you into his strong arms so you could fully rest your body along his chest.

You fell asleep after halfway through the episode with your cheek comfortably resting against his chest, right where his heartbeat lay, and his fingers gently playing with your hair.

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ghostkingdoesstuff · 4 months

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A friendly reminder I am not to be held accountable for the things I'm about to say. Percy Jackson Season 1 FINALLY (SPOILERS BUT THAT'S THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS)

The visceral noise I made eating popcorn as Luke said "look you didn't ask to be a half-blood" caused an earthquake in Alaska, I'm sorry I was facing northwest.

"Riposte" I'm sorry, no I'm sorry no-

Also, the background of the sword fighting scene was very pretty.

Poseidon showing up for his son!!! Letts gooooooo! THE WEIGHT OF THE OCEAN UPON YEE!!!

Right in the heel, it's gotta hurt!

Percy asked his uncle to please return his mom, wholesome family gold.

"He'll kill you." "I done to stop running from monsters." "You're gonna need all the luck you can get." The show gets why these two work. Friends before anything else.

Glory as a theme is something that I like that the show highlights more. But Grover is right. at least send an insurance email or something. A quick "on my way, please don't kill anyone"

Dropping the master bolt on some poor dudes desk, legendary.

Olympus is so fucking beutiful omg

I'm gonna cry if Luke and Percy are in the same scene as each other in this episode again. ILL DO IT! THAT'S A THREAT!

The dead silence, I'm shitting omg... yes I know what happens and?

Followed by "I didn't steal it! Neither did any of my friends" IM GONNA CRY! IM GONNA DO IT

The pin strip suit, the sky blue paisley tie, the presence, the voice, THE KING OF THE GODS PEOPLE

Lotta talk for someone so small and scary

POISIDEN GETTING BETWEEN HIS SON AND HIS BROTHER I'M GONNA THROW UP

POSIDEN AND ZEUS SPEAKING GREEK I'M GONNA PISS

THE SEA DOES NOT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED (🎶BRING ON THE MONSTERS BRING ON THE REAL WORLD!!!🎶)

SALLY JACKSON TEACHING PERCY GREEK I'M GONNA-

"Of course we dream. why do you ask?" "Do you ever dream about mom?" ;-;

Thalia looking strudy as ever.

"Ready?" NO FUCK YOU NO

Another reminder I am not to held liable for anything I might say, you need only see how many times I've listened to "Last day of Summer" from The musical to understand how much I've thought of this moment in fictional time.

Confirmation that Luke was indeed what mattered most in the end? I'm gonna make myself cry shit-

Honestly, this Percy might be too smart for his own good. Bro's never gonna live this heartbreak down.

"You...I'm here to recruit." I- fucking- AHHHH

"OUR WAY OUT" RICK YOU BASTARD I HOPE YOU ROT IN ASPHODEL

"Stop saying "we"!" "It’s the word Zeus fears the most."

AND SHE HEARD EVERYTHING! Wasn't she supposed to be watching Clarrise? He'll, if Percy could figure it out, I'm sure Annabeth would. It's worth it to see that LOOK on Luke's face. I'm sorry. Feel the weight of your actions, man.

Miss my old friend the pit scorpion but I also like my new friend "the first scars we gave eachother"

He knows Luke won't hurt him physically, but the psychic damage hurts more and has lasting status de buffs.

"Just be a kid" that's it

"I'll find you" that's it

Promising to meet again next summer...Percy just you wait.

THE FAKE OUT OF A LIFETIME

"Grandpa" "don't call him that"

They are the ultimate mother son duo

BLUE PANCAKES!

Kinda hate that Sally didn't intentionally do a murder, or at least she has a lot more possible deniability now, but I hope she still makes a sweet sale on that sculpture!

And that's it! Fuck it's over what to do now... RE READING THE LIGHTING THEIF LIFE BLOG COMING SOON! As well I'll probably drop a summary of my thoughts on the whole season at some point soon! Happy Finally, y'all! Can't wait to see the discorse!

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fandom #pjo tv adaptation #pjo disney+#luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #grover underwood #thalia grace #pjo spoilers

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gold-rhine · 3 months

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(can answer privately if u want)

how did you manage to write enjou stirring shit up. i need to know for Reasons

(Reasons being: i wanna write him doing that as well so i need to know how you figured that specific brand of Manipulation out)

oh, i love talking about Enjou, he's so fun to write.

Okay, Enjou's main rule is that he doesn't *technically* lie. If you've ever written fae with no-lie rules it should be similar. Everything he says should be true, even if he's seemingly joking - like when he tells traveler you never know what can happen in magic rituals, I could turn into a flame-throwing monster haha! He only lies by omission or by using leading questions. He often answers direct questions with his own questions, which lets him evade, or by what he makes look like a joke.

Like in Enka when traveler arrived and asked him who he is, he asked question in return, like Didn't they tell you there's gonna be a priest who will guide you? Traveler went yeah, they did. Enjou was like Great! You can't be expected to learn new language haha! i'm here to help translate.

He didn't say "I'm the priest who Kokomi said will help you," he asked a leading question to make traveler think about the priest with connection traveler trusted, then he didn't directly confirm he IS the priest and instead re-directed to his function "I'll help to translate", which is true!

Enjou's second rule is that he's a little shit and also a corny nerd. Like there's often a boring stereotype of manipulators being cool and sleek and charismatic, but Enjou is not that. He's a jokerified librarian. He consciously acts lame and corny to make the other person underestimate him and roll their eyes. He loves repeating how he's just a weak bookworm. He will go on info-dumping tangents to bury the lead of manipulation.

He also loves playing with his food, burying little inside jokes which only make sense in hindsight, like "I could turn into a flame-throwing monster". He likes doing the weak nerd routine, he enjoys watching the other person feel superior to him, while knowing he's in control of a situation, and he says corny shit on purpose to make it more pronounced. He should sound corny and just a bit unhinged. He says shit like "Exactomundo". I had to physically restrain myself, bc Enjou absolutely would say Exactomundo while watching a man's world crumbling before him, but I didn't want to ruin the tone for the reader.

So, to write Enjou's brand of manipulation you need to first formulate his end-goal, like what is the purpose of this manipulation? I assume you read my fic since you reference me writing enjou stirring shit up, so i'll use it as example of my thought process. One of the examples in my fic, he wants to convince rizzley that Neuvi gave him the title to buy his loyalty. What are the true facts here? Neuvi did fight hard to give rizzley the title, he says it in his own voice lines. What do we need to add? Malicious intent.

Enjou can't say "Your title was a bribe", bc that's a lie. Instead, he starts with "you know what I would do if *I* was the Hydro Sovereign with an ability to take human form? <...>I’d make sure I have people loyal to me in some key positions. Such as Royal Duelist… and the Warden of the Fortress.” It's not a lie, bc if Enjou was a sovereign, he'd probably really do that. On paper, he's talking about himself, but in context of overall conversation it will be obviously extrapolated to Neuvi. This is a form of switching the goal posts from Enjou to Neuvi without outright saying so.

Then, he says true facts:

“He didn’t make me the Warden,” Wriothesley gritted out.

“No, but he did make you the Duke, didn’t he?” Enjou smirked with a wink. “Our sources say the Court was not thrilled to give the highest noble title to you. And if the Iudex did not throw his own weight behind it, it would have never come to pass. How generous of him.”

It's true, it was actually generous, he doesn't lie. But in context of previous implied accusation, it will be read as sarcastic, as saying it was done with selfish reasons.

And then he reinforces with “Ah, you’re starting to get it, don’t you?”, which is a leading question that again, doesn't say anything false outright.

he should also offer the person hes manipulating to beat him up repeatedly, bc hes a freak.

#rhine talks #enjou #hope this helps!#for the readers at home you can have fun narrowing down what was the main sleight of hand that enjou used #to implicate that neuvi forced focalors to die and give him power back

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 6 months

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Fit for a King - "Jealousy looks good on you, Colonel" (dual POV)

Fit for a King - Masterlist

After the incident last week, König is pent up, all he can think about is f*cking Müller and it’s making him uneasy, so he snaps at people and is a grumpy mess in general. It really doesn’t help that she is becoming friends with one of the other recruits. Müller has got enough of this and a plan to get the Colonel up and working properly again before their next mission… (5.5k words)

a/n: this got kinda long, but i wanted to give them the proper first time they deserved... also we love a good switch moment around here

(NSFW under the cut, explicit scenes)

König POV:

I’m so wound tight I can’t even think straight. All I can think about is Müller and her perfect fucking pussy. But I restrained myself from visiting her again because well… it didn’t fucking help the last time. Tasting her again, feeling her come against my mouth, just made everything worse. Ich bin so knietief in der Scheiße (I’m so knee-deep in shit). The others that are getting on my nerves are not helping either. Horangi buggers me to talk about what happened last week (and with who), Ridgeback is on my ass because of the next mission and one of the recruits keeps hanging around Müller which is driving me up the wall. And I can’t let any of this get to me.

Today is training day and all of the old and new operators are running drills, Horangi and I are riding them hard, not letting up on the tempo. They’re currently crawling through the mud on the obstacle course, the people leading in the race already climbing up the ropes of the tower. With satisfaction I see Müller amongst them, right beside Aksel and the other new recruit, I think, his name is Santos. Spanish dude specialized in bomb defusal. When I see him, he’s almost always talking to her. A thing that was hard to ignore before, but keeps grinding my gears, the closer I get to her. He’s more like the guy she should be with. Younger, easy to talk to, handsome (definitely not hiding under a mask if he doesn’t have to), makes the others laugh (definitely making Müller laugh as well), shit like that.

Not like her Colonel who was perving on her before, who behaved like a total asshole when he first met her, almost turned her into human mush when he ran into her. Who basically stalked her, ever since… she turned up here. Whose idea to give her comfort was to finger her until she came in his arms. Which was totally selfish even if I told myself that it was just for her pleasure. Who did the same shit again when begging to eat her out. Who made her come until sweet hot tears streamed down her face. And who dreamt of nothing more than making her take his dick. And whose guilt is eating him up right now.

Now I’m standing here, barking orders at the team because that’s what I know how to do. That’s where I’m most comfortable.

Horangi leans to me: “I think, we can let them to the feed trough, huh, Köni?” Köni. He always calls me that. And after all this time I stopped trying to dissuade him from this pet name. It’s kind of endearing, really. “Fine.”, I grunt, then I call out to them. “Feeding time!” They all scramble to get to the mess tent first, to get something to eat. Gulasch is on the menu today, a beef stew from Hungary which always reminds me of home because it was one of the dishes my grandma made regularly on Sundays. I sigh. And follow them. My eyes are on Müller again in an instant. She’s standing in line, with Santos and Aksel, and they’re all chatting and laughing. I hear her contagious laughter which makes me smile, but nobody sees anyway how the sides of my mouth turn up. She’s sweating and there’s dirt all over her arms and front, her cheeks have a slight red tint to them from the physical exertion which looks oh so similar to the blush that covers her face when she’s all hot and bothered. Verdammt noch mal (Damnit).

Her laugh chimes up again and then I see her touching Santos’ arm for just a moment and the glance they exchange… It’s been a while since I felt the ravaging of jealousy in my gut, but it’s familiar enough, and I have to slowly breathe through it to calm myself down. Get a grip of yourself. This woman doesn’t owe you anything. It’s all in your head, du Hund (you dog). She thought you fucking hated her for the first few weeks that she was here. “What’s gotten into you, Colonel?”, I hear Horangi’s voice from right beside me. He only calls me Colonel to get on my nerves, it infuriates me even more (have I mentioned how fucking unlikeable I am even to the people that like me?). I shoot him a look and he just laughs. He knows not to take me too seriously, ever. “God damn, who were you looking at with those eyes? I don’t see any dead bodies.”, he just keeps on joking and follows my gaze that strays back to Müller, Santos and Torvald. Because I can’t stop looking at her. They’re laughing again and the faint sound of her laughter dissipates my frown, even if it’s somebody else that’s making her laugh.

“Why would you…” His sentence trails off as the gears in his head are turning. “Has that something to do with… last week?”, he asks. “When, you know-“ I shoot him another look in hope to make him stop speaking. It does not work. ”Müller?! Are you fucking kidding?”, he says, way too loud for my liking. “Keep your voice down, G’schissener (shithead).”, I press through clenched teeth. He looks at me incredulously. “오 젠장 (oh shit), for real? Fraternizing… you?!“, he asks. I don’t dignify it with an answer, ignoring him completely now, but my eyes rest on her again. He just giggles, and I sigh deeply. I’m so knee-deep in shit. Who could’ve thought that the mouse really can fell the tree?

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I don’t need to look around to know that his eyes are on me. Every time I find him in my point of view, our gazes meet because he’s already there, watching me. And it shouldn’t get me all hot and bothered. But those gazes are the only thing I get. He’s avoiding me otherwise after he visited me last week. I try to play it down like it might have been a one-time thing, but then I catch him looking at me again and the way I heat up under his gaze alone… It can’t be a one-off. Also, when he cornered me and told me what he wanted to do to me, he didn’t stop at eating me out. So, why would he now? The last few days I’ve kind of waited to get cornered by him again, for him to steal me away in a moment when we both can’t take it anymore and just need to rip each other’s clothes off. But that didn’t happen. Quite the opposite. He avoided me at every possibility.

My eyes scan the line behind me and there he is. Standing tall, half a head taller than everybody else. Horangi is right beside him and he’s all upbeat and chatty (a state I’ve only ever seen König in when he’s drunk or fighting), but the man himself looks like Drei-Tage-Regenwetter (a term I still remember quite fondly from my German lessons because three-day-rain is nothing for a norse men, but apparently, they don’t like weather like that on the continent). Oh, he’s in a bad mood and we’re on the other end of it, feeling the effects in today’s drills. When we make eye contact, the familiar tingles erupt all over my body and even across the distance I feel the heat in his stare.

Aksel chuckles beside me. “What has gotten up the Colonel’s ass?”, he comments. More like who’s ass has he not gotten into. I think to myself. That’s pent-up sexual frustration if I’ve ever seen it. “I got my ass handed to me yesterday.”, Santos pipes up. “In training. I actually thought he was gonna rip me a new one.” He shakes his head, but his grin doesn’t falter. “It made me so nervous, I actually cut the wrong wire. Which only made him madder.” We laugh. “Oh no, Santos.”, I say as I’m still laughing. “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.” He just grins at me. “Ah don’t worry, if I can defuse bombs when the literal diavolo is spewing insults at me, I can do anything.” My eyebrows shoot up as his words register. Goddamn, the literal devil. Man, I don’t want to get on his bad side. I glance at him and his eyes – again – are already on me. But, oh boy, do I want to get on his good side.

“I’m gonna talk to him later.”, I simply say. The two men look at me in disbelief. “Like what?”, Aksel wants to know. I shrug. “I don’t know, ask him what’s going on. We can’t have him wired up like this when we’re about to go on a mission next week – which he is going to lead.” – “Greit, du blir gal. Maybe try it after he had a few drinks and is babbling Austrian nonsense.”, Aksel suggests. I laugh, a hollow sound that doesn’t reach my eyes. I know when someone’s drinking away their troubles, I’ve been there before. “Good idea.”, I just say.

Tracking him down at this time of night is not difficult. If he’s not drinking with Horangi, he’s training in the gym. So that’s where I’m headed as I didn’t find him at the bar, with a plan in mind that doesn’t really involve that much talking. I’m taking initiative for once, because it seems like he won’t do it despite being all wired-up and grumpy.

I enter the gym and as I thought, there isn’t anybody here except him. He turns around at the sound of the door and stops in his tracks as he sees me. “Colonel.”, I greet him. “What are you doing here, Müller?”, his voice is thick with exertion and something else entirely. “I wanted to talk to you.”, I tell him as a half-truth. Oh, I want to do so much more than just talk to him. “What do you want to talk about?”, he asks, sounding a bit hesitant. He’s still just standing there, in short gym shorts and a grey tanktop that shows off his arms and the tattoos on them. Even when training he has his mask on. Does he ever take that thing off?

“Jealousy looks good on you, Colonel.”, I tease him as I come a few steps closer. “Not jealous.”, he rumbles. “No?”, I ask. “Then I was imagining the whole ordeal with Santos today?” He doesn’t even look at me, his eyes are fixed on the ground before him as he mumbles something in german. “What?” – “I said, it was nothing, I’m sorry, okay?”, he deflects. “So, you weren’t at all mad when I talked to Santos and Aksel today?” His head whips in my direction when I say Alejandro’s name. Bingo. I take another step towards him, just inches between us now. “And the bad mood you’re in ever since last week doesn’t have anything to do with… sexual frustration?” Boldly, I put my hand on his chest, slowly trailing down his abs. He catches my wrist, his eyes boring into me with a stare of pent-up frustration and lust. “What’re you doing?”, he asks, leaning down a bit. The slight menace in his voice only spurs me on. “Doing what I waited for you to do the whole week.”, I tell him with a sultry smile. I pull my hand from his grip and get the chair that is always standing in the corner and nobody ever sits on. Until now.

“What are you doing?”, he repeats his question from before as I set down the chai beside him. “Relieving some of the built-up tension that clearly has you on edge.”, I say calmly as my hands move to his shoulders as I stand behind him, massaging lightly, and it’s like flicking a switch as soon as my palms dig into the tensed-up muscles. He relaxes against my touch, groaning ever so slightly. “Let me take care of you, okay?”, I whisper moving to his front, my hands squeezing all the tense spots as I trail them along. When I look up at him again, the frustration has already dissipated a little bit, curiosity shining through the pent-up lust. I can’t help but smile at him a little bit, then I take a step back. I look down, seeing the way his shorts are tented, and my smile turns into a smirk.

“Pants off.”, I tell him. “But-“, he tries to protest, yet I interrupt him with the click of my tongue. “Pants off, Colonel.” He strips without hesitation, letting the shorts fall down to the floor and- he doesn’t even have anything on underneath. My eyes drop down of their own volition and they snap back up in an instant when I see his dick. He’s grinning at me, even through the mask it’s obvious. It only gets more prominent at my reaction. My god, I must look like a deer in headlight, the way my eyes widened. I mean, I knew he would be big like the rest of him. I felt him against me before. But my god. I don’t think he’s going to fit.

I clear my throat. “Sit.”, I tell him, just as he told me a few days ago in the van. He takes a few steps back until his calves hit the chair and he takes a seat, leisurely leaning back, his thighs spread, his dick hard, resting against his shirt-clad stomach. The way he casually sits there, looking at me with the confidence of a man who just made someone’s chin drop over the size of his dick, the macho-esque attitude shouldn’t be this fucking hot.

The cockiness in his expression falters a bit as I pull out the rope I had hidden in the waistband on the back of my pants. “Arms to the chair.”, I order him, and after a slight hesitation he follows suit. I tie his arms to the side of the chair, taking my time with the knot on each side, making sure it’s not too tight, but tight enough to keep him strapped to it. I mean, we both know that tying him to a chair with just some black rope doesn’t really restrain him, but he still accepts it.

I bend towards him, so that my boobs almost hit him in the face, and whisper into his ear: “Being so good for me.” He thrashes against his restraints and I know he could escape them. He totally could. But it doesn’t seem like he wants to. I straighten up again, looking at him, relishing the way his shoulder muscles tense and even through the shirt I can see the way his abs and pecs move with every rugged breath. His gaze is on my face as I strip my own pants and then the panties. I let his eyes follow me over to his shorts and bend down, stretching down enough to show off my ass and flash him my pussy. “Fuck.”, he grunts and the rope around his arms is aching under the strain he’s putting it through. I put my panties in the pocket of his shorts and as I straighten back up and strut in his direction, I tease him: "For later, right?" His breath goes fast and ruggedly, but he doesn’t answer.

I come closer and closer until I'm standing over his right thigh. I lay my hands on his shoulders and from the way he's looking at me, he's totally enraptured by what I'm doing. And that's before I take my seat on his thigh, my already embarrassingly wet pussy against his firm muscles. He groans and his head rolls back as I roll my hips tentatively, once, then another time. "You feel so good underneath me.", I whisper to him while my hand trails down his stomach, itching to finally touch his dick. He's had his fingers inside me twice already, he made me come with his mouth, but I didn't get to play with him yet, so I'm going to take my time.

I drag a finger over the tip that is already leaking pre-cum, and not just his cock, but his whole body twitches. I repeat the movement a few times, then bring my finger to my mouth and lick his arousal off it. Taste him like he tasted me. He almost whines, his eyes fixed on my lips. Maybe I enjoy sucking on my own finger right now, putting the idea of sucking him to the forefront of his mind, and maybe I also enjoy it a little bit too much with the way it's making him squirm in the chair.

I release it with a pop, then I drag the digit, now wet with my spit, over his whole shaft. "Fuck, you're killing me.", he grunts, soft sounds and held back moans rising up his throat. "Hmm, the whole last week I imagined what it would feel like to finally touch you... To take you in my mouth...", I tell him as my fingers close around his dick and I oh so slowly start to move them up and down his length. His eyes flutter shut and his hips jerk up, pushing into my hand impatiently. “You want it faster, huh?”, I tease him, and he nods with a heavy swallow which makes me chuckle. I let go of him for just a moment and he groans again, another jerk of his hips. “So impatient…”, I say with a little ‘tsk-tsk’, then I lick my hand to make it more slippery. I grip him again, barely reaching around his dick with my fingers. I jerk him off with hard strokes, trying to find a rhythm with his desperate movements. Holding onto his shoulders with the other arm, I start to move myself, grinding on his thigh in the same tempo. Almost like I’m riding him, just not quite where he’d want me to be.

“Oh fuck, I never thought I’d be jealous of my own thigh.”, he mumbles which pulls a giggle from my lips. “Well, as I already said, jealousy looks good on you.” I twist my hand around his dick, going up and down his length, while I hump his thigh, dragging my pussy over his hard muscles, relishing the friction against my clit. “You’d like me to ride something else rather than your thigh, huh?”, I tease him, moaning as I roll my hips again. He nods desperately. “Please, oh fuck-“, he breathes harshly. His eyelids flutter as I squeeze his cock harder.

It is intoxicating to see him at my mercy like this. And from the way he looks at me, he seems to enjoy it as well, his gaze all hazy and fixed on me, almost begging. I let go of him and stand up, a stain of wetness left on his thigh. He whimpers and that fucking sound sends a shiver of arousal down my spine. "I'm going to fuck you now." I straddle his lap, lowering myself onto his dick. We both groan in unison as we’re close like this for the first time, and then I start to move, grinding on him like I did his thigh before. “Wait, wait a second.”, he suddenly says. I stop in an instant, searching for his eyes. “Is it save? I don’t want to… you know.”, he whispers, searching my expression with worry, not finishing his sentence. I nod softly. “I had my tubes tied a long time ago. So don’t worry.”, I tell him, adding: “And I’m clean.” He takes a labored breath. “Okay, me too…” He halts for a second. “I didn’t want to… ruin the mood or anything, I just… had to ask.” My hand reaches for his face, laying where is cheek must be under the fabric of the hood. Realising that this is the first time I actually touched him like that. His breath hitches, then he relaxes again, snuggling ever so slightly into my touch. “You didn’t, it’s good we talked about it.”, I say, in earnest. His gaze is pulling me in and I could have stayed like this forever. Forget about everything else. Maybe also wishing that we were somewhere – someone – else. Boring, save civilians. With normal jobs. Not mercenaries. Normal people with normal problems. Not soldiers with more baggage than they can carry, even between the two of them.

“Then please, woman, fuck me.”, he asks, with hoarse desperation. I smirk at him. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” I pull back a bit, grabbing his dick to position him at my entrance. Slowly I sit back down as he pushes into me, inch by inch. “Oh fuck.”, this time from my lips. He stretches me out way beyond what I’m used to and suddenly I’m glad that I’m so embarrassingly wet already. “I don’t think I can-“ – “You can.”, he interrupts me. “You’re doing so well for me, taking my dick like this. Come on, Liebes.” His praise washes over me and I timidly move my hips to get him to fit. I’m finally sitting on his lap again, this time with him fully seated inside me. “All good?”, he asks softly as my head falls onto his shoulder. “Yes, just… so… full.”, I breathe. He chuckles lightly, a sound that I’m positively addicted by now. I roll my hips, slowly starting to find a rhythm. He huffs and groans, straining against the ropes again. “My god, you’re so fucking tight, you’re gonna make me burst.” My movements get more confident as I slide up and down his length, coming back down hard, which hits spots inside me that make me moan with every pass. “You sound so fucking good.” His mumbled praise spurns me on, so I’m fucking him harder, skin slapping against skin as I jerk myself down on his cock. Our moans intermingle, echoing on the walls of the gym and I can feel how my wetness coats him, spreading over his lap as he pushes inside me. His chin drops down to his chest, his eyes fixed on the spot where we are connected. I slow down a bit, my hands digging into his shoulders as I fuck him slowly. Up until he almost slips out of me, then down again, feeling his whole length deep inside me. He groans as his dick pushes into me over and over again, my pussy stretching around him. “Fuck, this- ach du schei-“, he curses softly, his gaze not straying away, as he pulls on his restraints. "Please, I need to touch you.", he pleads, the whole chair aching by now. “Please, let me touch you.” – “I can’t deny you when you beg so prettily.”, I coo which only elicits a less than satisfied grunt from his throat, that makes me giggle a little bit.

I free his right hand, and I don't even get to the other one, because he's faster, and with that he already picked me up and I could only hold onto his shoulders, as he carries me over to the training mattresses. The very same I threw him down into, just a few weeks back. Seems like forever ago now. I’m getting pushed onto his dick with every single one of his heavy steps. “You little brat.”, he rumbles. “Teasing me like that…” His right hand comes down on my ass cheek, spanking me, just once but hard. I yelp in surprise, but it turns into a moan when he presses inside me again, bottoming me out. He’s carrying me so casually like I weigh nothing. “When all I want to do is fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”, he growls. I want to retort something cheeky like ‘Oh, you seemed to enjoy it plenty.’, but he drops onto the mattresses and sets me down in front of him.

"König!", I squeal, yet he doesn't even wait a second until he starts fucking me into the ground. "Yes, Liebes?", he grunts between two pushes of his hips as he sits back on his knees. This position hits me deep inside, stretching me around his dick deliciously. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me against him with every stroke and all the possible answers get drowned out by the flow of moans from my lips. Oh, how the script has flipped and now I'm at his mercy, getting jerked on his cock as he pleases, deep, hard, with a force that almost makes it painful to take him, even with how wet I am. Incoherent ramblings are the only thing I can manage right now as he hits the sensitive spot inside me, over and over and over again. "Oh, don't say you can't take it after teasing me so mercilessly, Prinzessin?", he playfully mocks me - the gremlin voice coming out to play - as one of his hands trails up my body until it closes around my neck. Leave it to the human battering ram to make this kind of missionary into the most intense position I ever had sex in.

I look up at him, his mask moving with every snap of his hips. It’s a miracle that it stays on like that. His eyes find mine and I think I don’t ever want to look up at somebody else. Fuck, the way he looks at me while fucking me rough like this, it makes me want to burst. I don’t think anybody else could compare anymore. The waves of arousal tear me from my thoughts before I can dwell on them for too long. “You like that, huh?”, he asks me, his voice all gravelly. And I just nod, unable to do anything else than just take what he’s giving me. I’m already all fucked out and my vision blurs as hot tears stream down my cheeks, and he squeezes my neck ever so slightly as he pulls my whole body against him. I can feel the orgasm coming on swiftly, building up with every roll off his hips. The room is filled with his grunts, my moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the erotic noise stoking my arousal.

"Oh, you’re taking my dick like such a good girl.", he coos, not letting up on the rhythm. The praise washes over me and pushes me over the edge. I come around him, high sighs filling the room until his hand clasps over my mouth drowning out the noise. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good.", he presses out between two heavy breaths as he fucks me through my orgasm. He rolls his hips one more time, then he spills inside me, filling me up with his cum. He slumps down on top of me, still inside me, and the only sound is our intermingled heavy breaths. His weight on me is heavy, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

I find my voice again first. "That was... Fuck." I mean, that's almost an English sentence. I have an excuse though, I just got my brains fucked out in the most delicious way. "Fucking torture.", he says gruffly, finishing my sentence, and it's clear he's referring to when I had him strapped to the chair. I chuckle as my hands reach for him, desperate for his comfort and warmth. "So, a new torture method you say? Maybe I can get some of the targets to talk like this.", I joke breezily, taking a jab at him and his little jealousy spree today. He shoots me a glare that says 'don't start, missy'. "I don't think that is in accordance with the rules, Mü-" He wants to say my name, but I stop him, putting a finger over the mask where his mouth should be. "My name is Karina.", I tell him. He looks at me all confused for a moment. "Well, people who've had me on my back, get to call me on a first name basis.", I repeat to him back his words. That's all it takes to pull a hearty laughter from him and I can't help but grin like an idiot. "Very well, Karina.", he says then with a twinkle in his eyes. He rolls off me, giving my hip a little spank as he gets up, then me pulls me onto my still wobbly legs.

We both get dressed, which only involves putting on our pants again, because apparently, he goes commando and my panties are sitting snuggly in the pocket of his shorts. He pulls me with him by my arm and out of the gym. The door falls shut behind us.

I want to ask where we’re going, but as we reach the sleeping quarters I know. He’s taking me to my room. We’re stopping right at my door and for a few seconds there’s just silence between us. We don’t know what to say. How to say goodbye, after what we just did. He’s taking a step toward me enclosing me between him and the wall. He looks to the side, first left, then right and finally down at me again.

“I don’t want to stop this…”, he says at last. “We don’t have to.”, I tell him, simply. He looks to the side dismissively. I grab his face – again – to make him look at me. “We don’t have to stop. I don’t want to stop either.”, I repeat with emphasis. He closes his eyes for just a moment, sighing deeply, and when he opens them up again, I see emotions in them that I never saw before. “It’s not gonna get better, Mauserl.” My brows furl in confusion. “What is?”, I want to know. “The… jealousy, if you want to call it that.” He makes a dismissive wave with his hand. “Me looking at you, even when you don’t even know I’m there. My urge to look out for you, even when I very well know that you can do that yourself.”, he confesses. “That’s okay. ‘Cause I’ll be here to tell you it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”, I tell him calmly, ignoring the flutter in my stomach that erupts because of his words.

“And the fucking?”, he asks then, his voice rough as his hand cups the side of my face. “We can keep doing that as well.”, I answer, sounding a little bit too breathless while looking up at him. “Yeah? You sure about that?”, he says, his eyes searching mine for any hints of doubts. I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes.” He nods. “Okay then.” Easy. Simple. Existing right next to each other and fucking when we feel like it. The unsaid implications linger in the air around us.

He leans down and presses a small kiss to my forehead, just like he did after he “comforted” me, through the hood, so I only feel the fabric against my skin. “Sleep well, Liebes.”, he says, then he lets go of me and leaves. I look after him. He always leaves after we’re done. I shake my head, not able to hold back the little smile forming on my face. I stretch, already feeling sore from the physical exhaustion of getting fucked. Oh yes, I’m gonna sleep well, I think to myself as I enter my room.

Aksel sits down next to me at breakfast as I gulp down my porridge. He looks at König who is waiting for his breakfast, putting an apple on his tray not before tossing it in the air once and catching it again, all while cheerfully whistling. The Norwegian beside me pulls one eyebrow up and says: “Hva sa du til ham (What did you say to him)?” I laugh a little. “I told him that if he keeps being a pain in the ass like this, I might miss my next shot.”, I joke. Aksel joins my laughter. “I see. Keep your secrets then.” But I don’t miss the side eye he’s giving me. I feign innocence and keep eating my porridge.

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how did you know that seeking institutional help was the right step to take?

For four years I was always in high levels of care. When I transitioned out of that, I was a "revolving door patient" to ip units living with a carer the rest of the time. I sometimes self-harmed or did other actions intentionally to get hospitalized during that time. I'm going to focus on mostly that because I don't want to get into the weeds of how different psych treatment programs are categorized and run.

I would say that my goal of being hospitalized usually was to change something in my outpatient life - let my therapist know I wasn't willing to do something, get my companions to let me go for walks alone, whatever. I'd get hospitalized or call the cops on myself or send scary texts to my therapist and then try to end my life, eventually being stopped. I didn't want to die, but if I could prove to them I was willing to, they'd listen.

Another person mentioned a desire for closeness+physical touch, and that was a huge part of it for me. i even got restrained sometimes just because I wanted any touch, which is something commonly heard from incarcerated people. I had certain nurses and other staff who I saw as my family, calling my therapist "dad" and interacting in a needy, childlike way with floor staff.

I also liked how much it pared down my life. I was in college at the time, and found the social habits of the other students confusing and overwhelming, so I'd get hospitalized to miss class.

what helped you trust the professionals or the institution enough for it to be beneficial to you?

i wouldn't say I trust any of the institutions, but some staff earned my trust. I was a scary mean noncompliant patient so the few who actually bothered to get to know me were usually moments away from some kind of burnout where they realized all this shit sucks.

One of the things they did that earned my trust was to share about their own mental health or addiction history. This is encouraged in sud places, but usually VERY discouraged in psych units, moreso the higher level of care it is.

Another big thing was to allow me to break rules or break them themselves. My ex-therapist used to meet with me for extra time, give me my DVD player when I wasn't allowed, etc. and it felt like he saw me as equal. Turns out he sucks. but. during the time he was treating me he definitely helped me a lot with my thinking patterns, so the trust still ended up benefiting me, even if the relationship didn't always. He also talked A LOT about his family and life outside of work, and showed me pictures, and I even met his dog once.

for me this is an example of why therapists are kind of. not great? because he earned my trust enough to help me, I was at his defense. I felt like not getting better was something I was "doing to him", and his displays of sadness (once something I'd considered a positive aspect of his self disclosure) became a way to manipulate me into the hospital when I didn't want to go, without having to resort to force or law. i agreed with the assertion of psychology that he knew me better than I know myself, and gave every part of my personality, personhood, to the medical model.

so yes it helped as in now when I'm suicidal or about to bpd-style destroy my every relationship I think "play the tape forward what happens next" and don't. which is lame bc it means most of the people who treated me get to leave patting themselves on the back about how well im doing now.

which kinds of institutions have been *less* traumatic than the others?

A few times I got to live in supportive group home style places, and those are kind of nice! It was cool to be in a place surrounded by other mentally ill people. Much less lonely. In general, places that let you outside independently, let you access food independently (e.g. no staff in the kitchen), and let you keep some secrets from staff are the best. My quality of life was 100% better when all the program heads knew we were vaping in our rooms but just let it happen unless someone started setting off alarms. Ditto with like, being able to stay up late on Devices.

Having that independence, a place for my sense of self other than being a patient, was sooo sooo helpful.

is it sometimes worth simply not being able to act on the ideation, even if it means putting up with lots of institutional bullshit?

I didn't find the hospital particularly good at getting me to not act, instead they just prevented the worst consequences. All three hundred stitches I got for self-harm were while I was institutionalized. But like, my nerve damage is less than it could've been. I am not sure how to evaluate if that's better than having just died, because I have no idea how much the institution itself caused self-harm and suicidality.

all things being equal, would it always be better to be able to stay at a friend's house instead?

yes

if you could get 24-7 company from a loved one, would that be better?

yes. however. i think it would be good if people had some information about how to talk to suicidal people. like... i forget the training. but its similar to what they teach helpline volunteers. thats its ok to say suicide. to ask if they have a plan. to ask if theyd be willing to get rid of the means. etc.

SORRY IF THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE TO READ

this is a wealth of information, thank you!

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Summary: You and your team were transferred to camp Warhorse. And even though the squad was welcoming, there was one big ass grump who wasn't happy about your arrival.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: sexual tension, swearing, implied sex

Word count: approx 2,8k

A/N: Hi there lovelies! So I guess I just jinxed myself about a month ago when announcing that I was close finishing this one-shot. Besides that I was ill for a short period and working full-time, it's now kind off finished. I wanted to keep this a one-shot but as I was writing I realized that there were already so many words so there probably will be a part two. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Feedback is very welcome!

Three weeks has passed since we - my team and I - were transferred to camp Warhorse. They experienced some mechanical issues with their vehicles and had to deal with some injured, causing them to be short-handed. So that’s why we were flown in and were welcomed with open arms.

But unlike the welcoming squad, it was clear that somehow Captain Syverson had immediately grown a distaste towards me. And to put it mildly, it bugged the shit out of me. Nothing I did - even though I came up with a brilliant solution to the mechanical problems they were facing - was good enough for this big ass grump.

Was it because I knew what I was talking about? Because I managed to solve the problem so things were running smoothly again? Was it because I was the only female in camp and clearly not bothered to be surrounded by so much testosterone and wrapped his squad around my finger? Standing my ground and keeping them on their toes with my sharp tongue and fast retorts?

I had no idea, but what I did know was that I was starting to lose my temper. Sensing Captain Syverson’s unfairly gorgeous crystal-blue eyes shooting daggers at me when someone of his squad laughed at my jokes. Seeing how his bushy-covered jaw tensed as he clenched his jaw, almost like he had to restrain himself from speaking. It was unfair how he acted towards me, but what was even more unfair was how I was attracted to him. I kept telling myself that it was pure physical attraction, because why in heaven’s name would I be attracted to someone with that kind of attitude?

It was common knowledge that being abroad could create some sexual frustration. Maybe thats why he was being a jerk, just because his hand couldn’t comply his needs. But that didn’t just apply to men, it also did to women and so also me. Of course, I had countless dicks to jump on but that was one rule - or more like a guideline - I created for myself. Not hooking up during a mission since it would only make things complicated and probably blow up in my face - figuratively speaking.

—

Drops of sweat ran down my back, making the camo green shirt cling to my skin as the sun burned furiously. Who thought it was a good idea to train outside when the sun stood at his highest? Oh yeah, that’s right. It was Mr. Asshole.

I was the last one of the squad who had to flip over the heavy tire from one side of the camp to the other. With a grunt, I toppled it over one last time and straightened my back. Captain Syverson wasn’t the first one to underestimate me and thinking I wasn’t capable of keeping up with the rest, but I proved him wrong by flipping the tire, giving it an extra push so it was just an inch from touching the nose of his boots. I heard a few approved and impressed hums from the squad who were standing in line. They were watching me and waited for the Captain to dismiss us. Trying to control my panting breath, I sent the Captain a skeptical look.

“Again, Turner.” Captain Syverson barked and I blinked. Again? Again what? I just pushed the freaking tire in front of him, exactly like the ones before me did!

Placing my hands on my side, I widened my stance, looking at the tire and then back at him.

“Ya got a question, Private?” He asked, dominance lacing his words. He folded his arms across his chest, my gaze quickly roamed over his biceps, stretching the fabric which covered his corded muscles. No, don’t get distracted by his physique, I told myself. Snapping my gaze back up I licked my lips. Even though I was already burning up because of the heath, that tone made my blood boil. Was he.. challenging me?

I think the scorching temperature had melted my brain because before I knew it I answered him.

“Yeah, I do.”

The squad turned silent and I felt how their eyes were focused on us, switching between me and the Captain. But that didn’t stop me, my hands were shaking from the exertion and frustration.

“Do you always have to be an ass?”

A soft gasp was heard and followed by Private Johnson who stood closest to me and muttered, “Turner, you can’t talk to him like that.” I looked at him and then turned back to the Captain who had his lips pressed to a thin line, clearly not amused.

“Oh I’m sorry,” I started and watched how his eyes narrowed, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath and cocked my head, my self restraint had sailed by long ago, just like my care about the ranks and him being a superior.

“Do you always have to be an ass, Sir?”

More gasps followed and the Captain’s nose flared. Clearly getting frustrated with my tone and attitude.

“All dismissed, except Private Turner.” He barked and took a step towards me. I kept my head held high, convincing him - and myself - that I wasn’t intimidated by his broad posture, his clear eyes and body language which screamed I am in control here. But secretly it made me tremble a bit. Having him stand so close to me that our chests almost touched.

Damn it, I probably shouldn’t have said that, I was in for some punishment for sure, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s not like we haven’t been bickering but this was quite an outburst.

“My office, now.” He bit through clenched teeth and pinned me down with his dominant stare. I licked my lips and dipped my head.

“Sir.”

Without waiting for him I turned on my heels and made my way to his office which was the opposite direction of where the squad was headed. As they passed me, some watched me with big eyes, some shook their head where someone else muttered ‘white or red roses on your grave?’ which I answered with a cynical smile.

—

As I stepped over the threshold of his office, my heartbeat had increased and I realized what I had done. The hot anger now subdued. Would he kick me out? Did I go too far? Oh, I probably did because I called him a fucking ass in front of everybody. What was I even thinking? Yes, he was a dick but he was also the Captain. My own ass was on the line here and I definitely had to try to make it up before my career would end right here.

The sound of his boots hitting the floor angrily revealed that he had entered the hallway. I took a deep breath, folded my hands behind my back and turned to face him, watching how he followed my steps.

“Look, Sir, I have to apologize. I never should have called you an ass.” Out loud, I silently added. I watched how he stepped into the office and slammed the door behind him and locked it.

I opened my mouth to continue but stopped. Wait, what? He locked the door? He locked the door. Oh shit.

In two big strides he was right before me just like when we were outside and our chests almost met. I closed my mouth and swallowed the lump which had been formed in my throat. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over his pecs, which were right in front of me, since I was staring straight ahead. Up close they eyed even bigger and I watched how his shirt stretched over them as his chest heaved heavily. I could feel his infuriating breath on my sweaty temples.

“Private Turner, I can’t help but wonder if ya want to get a bad note in ya file or want to be kicked out, but either way ya have those stubborn toes hovering on both lines.”

The frustration and irritation were clear in his voice. As he spoke, I felt the vibrations of his chest against mine. The feeling was pleasant, almost like a soft caress over my breasts which made the tips tingle. No, stop. This was not the right time to get aroused, stay focused.

I opened my mouth to answer but before I could answer he continued. “I can’t remember givin’ ya permission to speak, now did I?”

I had lowered my eyes but quickly looked up when I realized I was eyeing the bulge in his pants. Well, up close that looked bigger as well. And promising. If he hadn’t been a pain in the ass and the Captain, I would probably make an exception to my own rules.

“Besides havin’ this attitude ya seem to be gettin’ quite cozy with another Private. This is somethin’—”

I scoffed and he paused, cocking a brow at my rude interruption. Getting quite cozy. He was joking, right?

“I was wonderin’ when ya were goin’ to tell me. Ya think I wouldn’t find out, Private? Believe me, ya not the first nor the last, but I know exactly what is happenin’ in my camp.”

Oh, clearly he wasn’t joking and this accusation made my anger boil right up. Whoever it was to spread this bullshit was gonna have a big problem, but that would be something for later. My fists were clenched and squeezed against my sides. Even though I wanted to defend myself, I was still not giving in and the Captain seemed to notice.

He dragged his teeth over his lower lip - which was hot as hell - and let out a sigh.

“Speak.” The command came out bored but that was all the consent I needed.

“I guess you don’t know your camp as well as you claim.” I bit out and felt my fists besides me start to shake from frustration.

“If you really think I would jump on one of their dicks within a couple of weeks, then you really don’t know me at all and it shows how you’re still underestimating me even though I have proved my worth a couple of times by now. If you’d had the balls you would’ve come up to me straight away when hearing this gossip but you didn’t. You can parade around camp Warhorse like Captain Big Dick Energy but this just shows how narrow-minded and judge-mental you are.”

My breathing was getting heavier with every word that I spat. With every new breath and flow of words my chest brushed against his, creating this pleasant sensation in my chest and slowly making its way to my lower stomach. But now the hot anger was overruling and I couldn’t care how close I stood to him or how I spoke.

The Captain’s brows were furrowed but this time not in anger, it looked like he was judging and thinking. “Even tho’ I do not appreciate that foul mouth of ya, ya tellin’ me the truth? Ya haven’t slept with anyone from the squad?”

The next words flew straight out of my mouth.

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone! For the record, I haven’t sucked a dick or even touched one. The only touching that happend was me on myself by myself. Sir.”

His facial expression stayed the same, he even looked a bit relieved, as he cleared his throat. Clearly not affected by my words and attempt to make him feel awkward.

“Okay thanks for sharin’, Private. I own ya an apology. And I will talk to the ones who have spread the rumors. I will—“

Oh he wasn’t getting away with this so easily. I straightened my back which resulted that my upper-body was totally pressed against his.

“And besides the gossip, I don’t know what I did to make you hate me but you’re treating me unfairly and are acting like a complete jerk!”

“Private!” He snapped and the tone of his voice made me shut my mouth. “I’m still ya Captain here and ya better watch that tongue before I—”

He closed his mouth abruptly as his nostrils flared. The thick muscles of this well trained chest pressed against mine completely. I hadn’t noticed that I had leveled my breathing with his as my heart thudded in unison.

My eyes roamed over his face. His blue eyes looked a bit shocked, his bushy-covered jaw tensed as he clenched his teeth. He seemed like he was— oh! oh.. Something started to press against my lower stomach and I didn’t need to look to know what it was.

Captain Syverson stood across me with a hard-on pressed against me and somehow my white-hot anger from earlier seemed to turn into something else. Maybe it was because the fatigue hit me and I started to get aroused quite fast now, probably both. It has been a while since I felt a dick press against me and somehow it triggered my nerves and hormones in all the right but also the wrong ways. This was the Captain for fuck sake! And he was acting like an absolute dickhead, but how his dick felt on the other hand…

“Or what?” I asked and gave him a challenging look. “Are you gonna punish me?” I pouted at him and that was the last straw.

Before I knew it he had grabbed me, took one stride forward and had me pressed up against the concrete wall behind me. His knee roughly pressed between mine which caused me to widen my stance while he grabbed my wrists and placed them on the wall above my head.

The Captain leaned in, his face so close I could feel his breath fan on my face. “Ya better watch that wicked tongue of yours, Private, before things go south.” His voice had dropped an octave and the way he held me there, or more like caged me in, had me lost for words.

Damn it, even breathing seemed difficult right now. What if things did go south? Oh how I wish he would go down on my blonde south right now. Morals and ranks be damned, I was getting riled up ridiculously fast.

I kept his piercing gaze while trying to control my breathing. I tilted my head and started to grind on his knee, which was still deliciously pressed between mine. The friction caused the pleasant sensation in my lower stomach to convert into liquid heat.

He roughly exhaled through his nose and grabbed both of my wrists in one of his own. The thick digits of his other hand had grabbed my jaw while he leaned in. A small smile started to form on my face. Even though he made my blood boiI, I very much liked the position I was in now.

He grunted when he eyed my challenging smile and opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, there was a knock on the door.

“Cap? We just received a message from our injured. They said it was quite urgent.” Private Jackson called from the other side of the door.

“I’ll be there in 2.” The Captain said but kept holding my stare and his position.

“Alright Cap!” Came Private Jackson’s answer and I heard how he left the hallway. I swallowed and licked my lips.

“Duty calls, Sir.” I purred and held his stare. I didn’t want to show that I was kind of.. disappointed? Even though I still thought that he was a jerk, I was also looking quite forward to what was about to happen. I mean I was now pretty aroused. Either way the sex would probably be rough and hard, the builded tension between us the fuel for the fire, but it would also be hot. I imagined how his calloused hands would hold my hips so firm that he for sure would leave bruises while I would drag my nails across his back and biting his neck or how his di-

“Meet me here tonight, make sure no one sees ya,” he whispered darkly and put pressure on the hold of my jaw. He let me out of his grip, walked me to the door and unlocked it. I stepped over the threshold but he stopped me by putting his hand on my bicep.

“Don’t think this is over yet, Private.”

I was silent for a second and let my eyes roam over his face and down to his toes and then back up to his clear eyes which were turned a bit darker than before.

“I didn’t think it was. Sir.”

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