#Rubs my eyes. How do I stop thinking about her

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warnings; some exhibition, making out. (Everyone kisses everyone), grinding, biting, threesome, slapping your ass and pussy, hair pulling, choking, face fucking, knife play, light blood kink, degradation/praise, smoking, sweet/mean!stoner!satosugu, established relationship (suguru x reader), teasing, pierced!suguru

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“Come here sweetness.” Suguru points between his parted thighs.

You close the short distance whilst fixating on his pierced lips wrap around the butt of the blunt. You want to kiss him, run your fingers through his hair. Whilst you run your hand over his chest and arms.

Smoke drifts past Suguru lips when he says, “You in my sweatpants.” Stealing the blunt when you stop between his legs. Sliding your fingers into his hair fighting every urge to pull him in for a kiss.

You take a puff giving him time to eblorate. When he doesn't, you ask, “What about ‘em?” Suguru drags his finger along the waistband, it hangs low showing a strip of your short pubic hairs. Your breath hitches as you take another puff. His touch is so exciting yet comforting.

Suguru openly admiring your hips. “The way they’re hanging low on your hips, teasing me with your pretty pussy is makin’ me hungry.” Slipping his hand under your snug shirt squeezing your side. Causing your shirt to ride up with his large hand.

You cry when Suguru bites your stomach making your pussy throb. Tugging on his hair when he drifts a little lower. You need to feel his wet pierced tongue on your clit.

Satoru reminds you, “Puff puff pass still counts even with y'all nearly fucking in front of me.” Taking a short third puff then passing it to Satoru.

You’re getting an eyeful of the outline of Satoru's cock. His snug sweatpants are generous. Satoru winks at you, smoking his blunt. Heat climbs into your cheeks as you look away.

Suguru leans back against the sofa, pulling you onto his lap. “Listen to him bitchen’ like he doesn't get off on it.” Kissing Suguru, you tug on his tight black compression shirt. Straddling, grinding your your clothed cunt on Suguru’s hard cock.

Horny and high you want Satoru to watch or join.

Satoru groans, “If you two are putting on a show who am I not to enjoy?” Suguru deepens the kiss with his passionate and needy hunger. Groaning when you part your lips for his pierced tongue.

He slaps your ass then squeezes your hips to guide your pace. Keeping it slow as you desperately seek any friction for your sensitive clit. Having an audience is getting you wetter.

Satoru asks, “You takin’ the blunt or am I finishin’ it?” Suguru pulls away to take the blunt. Dipping your head down kissing along the red ink of the two-headed snake running along his neck. Sliding your hand up his shirt, dragging your finger along his abs.

Suguru tilts his head to the side groaning. “If only you knew how good her soft lips feel.” He takes a slow puff, tugging your hair pulling you away to kiss you. Pushing bitter smoke past your lips following it with his tongue. Smoke slowly drifts out of the passionate kiss.

You tug on Suguru’s shirt craving to feel his skin on your’s. Pulling away to pass the blunt back to Satoru. Slipping Suguru's shirt off first then your’s, dropping both on the floor. Fondling Suguru’s thick pec with one hand. Trailing your fingers down his left side along the red snake that vanishes past his sweats. A beautiful trail to follow from his neck to his hard, heavy cock.

Satoru moans, “Trust me any chance you'll share I’ll take.” Rubbing his cock through his sweats. “She's so hot, I wanna rub my cock on her tits, cover em’ in cum.” Suguru tugs on the thin chain hanging from the nipple’s bar.

Suguru croons, “Hmm I dunno, what do you think princess?” Sucking on your soft nipple, rubbing his warm metal ball over your sensitive nipple. Following it with the softness of his warm tongue. Grabbing your nipple’s chain with his teeth tugging with a groan.

You let go, and sitting up, Suguru towers over you. Massaging your soft nipple with two fingers. “Should he just watch or do you wanna let us both have our fun?” Stuffing his hand down your sweats to squeeze a handful of your ass.

It's an easy decision, “You can pass me back n forth like a blunt. Or I can take both, I have two holes, or if you're comfortable with it you can fuck the same hole.” Slowly getting out of Suguru’s lap, tugging on his sweat pants. Suguru lifts his hips to let you slide his sweatpants off.

You bite your lip as you stare at Suguru's beautiful cock. He is too thick for you to wrap your hand around, but your finger tips are close. His thickness and length making him so heavy he hangs.

Suguru insists, “You can play with her tits and fuck her mouth while I eat her out." He takes another slow puff, leaning down to blow the smoke past your lips.

Satoru stands up to strip his clothes off, manspreading on the sofa next to Suguru. “How far are you willing to go for our cocks?” Satoru spits in his palm to stroking his cock. Swirling his long finger around himself. Smearing his pre-cum with his thumb with a quick swipe.

Turning around, pushing your sweatpants below your ass. Tugging on the waistband just below your cheeks making them jiggle. “You can use me like a fleshlight and pump me full of cum, cover me in cum.

Satoru groans, “I see why you let her smoke for free, then send her with an ounce. Her sweet little cunt definitely earns it. Damn she could smother me with her fat sweet pussy.”

Suguru orders, "Lay down on the sofa m' spread your legs for me." Taking the short blunt from Satoru before he moves over leaving the middle of the sofa open.

You drop your sweatpants, resting your head on Satoru's thigh, and spreading your legs open for Suguru. Holding your hand out for the short blunt. Taking a hit Satoru grabs your hair, lifting you up to meet him halfway.

Satoru roughly kissing you, biting your bottom lip till you let the smoke trickle into his mouth. Smoke escapes as Satoru pushes his tongue into your mouth. Suguru's hand comes down on your soft lips with a loud smack!

You jolt, crying from the sweetly stinging pain. Trying to close your legs Suguru folds you in a mating press. “Just for that.” Suguru bites and sucks on your thigh.

Suguru pushes a thick finger in till your lips touch his ring. Suguru uses his familiarity with your soft, wet cunt against you. Finger fucking you into a sloppy mess, you moan into Satoru’s mouth.

Satoru pulls away, gently prying your lips apart with thumb. He spits in your mouth, swallowing then sucking on his thumb. You’re their whore, spread out in between them with a soaking wet pussy.

Satoru grabs the near by switch blade, flicking it out. “Wanna use this on her?” Holding it close to your throat without touching you. The blade go close makes your heart race and your cunt clench.

Suguru sucking and licking your clit makes it difficult to keep your voice steady. “Cut meee!” Arching your back, twisting away from the overstimuating pleasure of Suguru’s fingers fucking your cunt sloppy.

He drags his pierced tongue along your clit. You tremble as a wave of intense pleasure waves over you. Moaning, grinding your clit on Suguru’s tongue, clenching his fingers. You love it when he plays with your pussy.

Pleading with them, “Fuck me at knife point, carving your name into my skin I don’t care as long as you fuck me.” Satoru drags the knife over your pierced nipple.

You clench Suguru’s fingers, whimpering, wiggling, arching your chest. It’s exhilarating the cold blade teasing your soft nipple. “You both are nasty sadistic perverts wanting to cut my pretty tits n eat mmmmmyy-“ Suguru slides his tongue down into ass.

Pumping his finger faster, spreading them apart get your cunt used to stretching. Suguru pulls away. “If I’m such a sadistic pervert then I’m fucking your ass no prep. You’d be so tight round my cock, n watchin’ you cry cause of how much it hurts would get me off.” There’s a hungry, predatory gleam in his dark brown eyes. He winks as your cunt clenches his thick fingers.

Satoru presses the knife to your lips before you can respond. “Ah you wanted to start name calling when we’ve been soooo nice.” Keeping your head still as he slides the knife down your chin to your throat.

You happily admit, “I love it when he’s mean to my pussy.” Moaning as Suguru massages your sweet spot with two long fingers. Digging your hips into the sofa, you’re unable to wiggle too much whilst Satoru pins you to the sofa with a knife to your throat.

Grabbing Satoru’s long and beautiful cock, you love how he stands up like you adore the way Suguru’s cock hangs. Slowly swirling your thumb over Satoru’s wet cock head.

You croon, “Look at your cock standing up, so eager. I know you want to bully me too, I’ve seen the way you stare at me. You wanna bend me over and fuck me till my legs won’t hold me upright.” Satoru glides knife’s tip across your throat.

Suguru croons, “That’s a good girl, tell us what filthy whore you are for us.” He pulls his fingers out to hit your cunt. Smack! Smack! Smack! You cry from the deliciously sharp sting in your cunt.

Satoru glides the knife down your chest, slicing below your breast. You gasp and whine from the sweet pain. “I wanna cum in and on you. I could spend hours with you tied up, tape a vibrator to your clit in between fucking you.” He leans down licking up the blood seeping out of the shallow cut.

Satoru drags his hot tongue up to your nipple, taking you in his mouth with a breathy mouth. Your hand free of his cock finds his soft snowy hair.

Suguru circles your sensitive, puffy clit with his large thumb. “We could keep her drunk and overstimulated for hours. You’d like that wouldn’t you, being our little cock sleeve, feeling both of of cocks rubbing together inside you.” He pushes his tongue past your glistening pussy lips, moaning at the taste of you.

Your pussy is quivering, clenching Suguru’s warm pierced tongue. The texture difference between his soft tongue and the hard metal is getting you off.

You’re in heat you grind your sloppy wet pussy onto Suguru’s handsome face. He punches your clit then pulls away, “Give me the knife and kiss me, see what see tastes like.” Satoru bites down around your nipple, squirming and whining. He groans when you tug on his hair.

Satoru lifts his head, staring you deep in the eyes with his piercing blue eyes, swirling with a sadistic hunger. “Keep crying like that n’ you’ll make me snap princess. Fuck the ways we can ruin you, fuck you into our high, brain dead slut.” He passes Suguru the knife, Suguru drags the blade along your thigh.

Suguru insists, “She’ll bounce back ready for more, she’s a whore, it’s what her sloppy pussy is made for. Isn’t that right?” He drags the knife closer to your cunt, circling his thumb faster.

Sweet intense pleasure ripples throughout your body. It overlaps the acute fear of a knife being so close to your cunt. Biting your lip and forcing yourself not to squirm when he traces the knife's tip next to your lip.

You watch your boyfriend kiss his best friend. Satoru's lips part for Suguru's pierced tongue, Satoru moans as he tastes you on Suguru. Satoru slide his hand into Suguru's hair, knocking the barely hanging on bun loose. His dark hair cascades down his broad shoulders and back.

There is a familiarity in the way they're kissing each other, how easily they melt into each other.

Suguru sets the knife between your parted legs. Sliding his finger down between your wet lips, pushing two fingers in. Moaning whilst watching Suguru gently grasp Satoru's cock. Satoru hips shutter as Suguru swipes his thumb over his cock, swirling his hand along Satoru with slow pumps.

Suguru's thick fingers rubs intoxicating small circles into your sensitive sweet spot. Your pussy quivers, thighs tremble and your back arches drive your hips down on his fingers. Causing Satoru to pin you to the sofa with his hand on your stomach.

Satoru and Suguru break away, Satoru dips his head into Suguru's neck, biting down and sucking. “If your marking him, then what about me?” Giving them a fake pout, Satoru pulls away smirking.

He groans whilst leaning his head back pumping his hips fucking Suguru’s fist. “I cut you didn’t I? Or doesn’t it not count till I carve my name on you?” Suguru slides his fingers out of you, holding them up to Satoru’s glossy pink lips. He take them in his mouth with a needy groan.

Suguru insists, “You should cut her up more, drag the knife along her skin ‘n make her squirm.” He let’s Satoru’s beautiful cock go, he swipes your clit with his thumb whilst staring down at you.

“Do you wanna taste him, me, or both of us?” Suguru’s gaze is so warm and gentle in this moment. As if he wasn’t previously holding a knife to your cunt before jerking off his friend in front of you.

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— DIRTY MOUTHS, SOFT HANDS — e.prentiss x female reader

PREMISE: Emily fucks you stupid on her couch, makes you clean up your mess, eats you out like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do, and then scrubs you clean in the shower with sleepy kisses and giggles before curling up in bed like the world’s softest menace.

WARNINGS: legal age gap | dom!emily | sub!reader | fingering | oral sex | mentions of bodily fluids | hair grabbing | slight spanking | emily gives you a rimjob | thigh riding | multiple orgasms | emily is a fucking menace | soft aftercare

WORD COUNT: 4K

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You weren’t even snooping, not really. You were just looking for some old book Emily swore she had somewhere in her place, rummaging through this cabinet by the record player when your fingers brushed something thin and sharp. You tugged it out without thinking, and it was a photo — slightly curled at the corners, black and white, edges worn soft.

And god, the second you actually looked at it, heat bloomed in your stomach like a shot of whiskey. Young Emily, probably mid-30s, leaning against some cracked concrete wall with a cigarette between her fingers, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, dark hair pulled back but messy, and that exact same sharp, cocky little smirk she still wore when she was seconds away from wrecking someone’s life. Or their pussy. Either way.

You barely heard her come into the room, but then her voice cut through like gravel and silk, making your skin prickle. “I see you found one of my better mistakes.”

Your pulse jumped hard. She was leaning in the doorway, sleeves of her crisp button-up rolled to her elbows, a couple strands of grey loose around her face, one brow arched. She looked good. That kind of dangerous good you only get with age, like she knew every single filthy thing you were thinking without you having to say a word. And worse, she knew she could make you beg for it.

“You looked…” you started, voice catching a little as you glanced back at the photo, “…dangerous.”

She didn’t smile. Not really. Just that slow, predatory curve of her mouth like she was about to ruin you for sport. “Still am, sweetheart.”

And then she was moving. Crossing the room in those long, confident strides, grabbing your wrist, tugging you up like you weighed nothing. The next second, your back was hitting the wall and her mouth was on yours, hot and rough and messy, her hand in your hair as she kissed you like she wanted to own you. No soft teasing. All teeth and tongue, a sharp nip to your bottom lip that made you gasp, and she groaned into your mouth like she fucking liked that.

She tasted like scotch and mint and heat, and your hands clung to her shirt as she pressed you harder against the wall, her thigh slotting between yours. You couldn’t stop the needy little sound that slipped out, and Emily grinned against your lips, murmuring low, “God, you’re easy for me, aren’t you? Bet that pretty pussy’s already soaked.”

You shivered. And then she dropped to her knees. Just like that. No hesitation, like kneeling between your legs was the most natural thing in the world. Her hands slid up your thighs, rough palms, nails scratching just enough to sting, and she pushed your shorts and panties down together. You stepped out of them, heart pounding, heat throbbing between your legs because fuck — the look in her eyes when she glanced up at you, face framed by those grey-streaked strands, was pure hunger.

And then she saw you. Saw how slick your pussy was already, lips glistening, flushed and swollen, your clit stiff and begging for attention. She let out a low, wrecked little sound, like she couldn’t help it, and it made your stomach flip.

“Jesus, baby… look at that.” She ran a thumb through your folds, gathering slick and rubbing it up over your clit in slow, filthy circles that made your thighs twitch. “Dripping already. All this for me?”

You whimpered, nodded, didn’t trust your voice. And then her mouth was on you.

Hot, soft, wet. She licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, groaning at the taste, then buried her face in you like she was starving. Tongue flicking and flattening, curling against your clit, lips sealing around it and sucking so hard you almost buckled. The wet, obscene sounds of it filled the room. You were panting, moaning, hand in her hair, fingers digging into those grey strands, and she just kept going, mouthing at your pussy like it was the best meal she’d ever had.

“Fuck, Emily—” you choked out, legs starting to shake, and she slid two fingers into you, just like that, burying them to the knuckle. You were so wet they slid in with a filthy squelch, and she groaned at the feel of you squeezing around them.

“Goddamn,” she muttered against your cunt, tongue still working your clit. “Tight little thing, aren’t you? Gonna cum for me already?”

You nodded, hips rocking shamelessly against her face, chasing it because it felt too good. Her fingers curled just right, pressing against that perfect spot inside you, and her tongue flicked relentless over your clit until you felt it hit — that sharp, dizzy heat coiling tight in your belly, the whole world narrowing to the wet suck of her mouth, the stretch of her fingers, the filthy wet sound of your pussy taking every inch she gave you.

And then you were cumming. Hard. Gushing over her hand and face, a hot rush of slick pouring out of you as you cried her name, legs trembling, thighs clamping around her head. She moaned, fucking loved it, kept her mouth on you through the whole thing, lapping up every drop of your cum like it was fucking gold.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you gasped, twitching against the wall, and she pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips and chin shiny with slick, eyes dark and smug and wild.

“You taste even better than I remembered,” she rasped, voice rough and wrecked, and then licked a slow, filthy swipe over her fingers before standing. She caught you when your legs buckled, arms strong and steady, and carried you to the couch like you weighed nothing.

Settled you in her lap, pussy still aching and leaking against her thigh, and she kissed your throat, voice a low murmur against your skin. “You have no idea how bad I was back then. Guess I’ll just have to remind you.”

And fuck, you were so gone for her, you knew you’d let her. Knew you’d beg for it.

Emily didn’t even give you a chance to recover. The second she had you settled in her lap, you could feel it — that restless heat in her, the way her hands roamed over your thighs like she couldn’t decide where to start first. You still felt wrecked, pussy swollen and sticky with your own cum, but fuck if you didn’t want more. Needed it. Needed her. And she knew it.

“Clothes off,” she muttered against your neck, nipping at the skin there. Not a question, not a suggestion — an order. One you scrambled to obey, shoving your tank top up over your head, baring your tits to the warm air. Emily’s hands were on you immediately, rough palms cupping and squeezing, thumbs flicking your nipples until they pebbled up tight. You moaned, arched into her touch, and she grinned against your throat. “God, I love these perfect fucking tits. Could suck on ’em all night.”

You tugged at the buttons of her shirt, too impatient to be careful, popping a few open before she swatted your hands away with a wicked little smirk and stripped it off herself. Her skin was warm, soft over muscle, scattered with faint scars and freckles, and you couldn’t help but run your hands over her shoulders, her back, raking your nails lightly down her chest just to hear the way her breath hitched.

“C’mon,” she rasped, hauling you up and manhandling you down over the back of the couch. It wasn’t graceful, wasn’t careful — it was messy and rough and fucking perfect. You felt the cool leather under your stomach, your bare ass in the air, and when you glanced back over your shoulder, the look on her face made your cunt clench hard. Wild. Hungry. Like she’d tear you apart if you asked her to.

“Goddamn, look at this pussy,” Emily groaned, kneeling behind you, spreading you open with both hands. You felt her breath ghost over your soaked folds and whimpered, burying your face in your arms. You were a mess, glistening and swollen and slick with cum, your thighs sticky with it, and it made her fucking moan. “Dripping down your legs for me, baby. Shit — you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

Her fingers slid through your folds, parting them, and you gasped at how sensitive you still were. She didn’t give a fuck. Two fingers pushed into you again, slow and deep, and you moaned loud, hips rocking back to meet her hand. The wet, obscene squelch of your pussy taking her fingers filled the room, and Emily groaned low, fucking you rougher, harder, until you were panting for her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she muttered, her other hand slapping your ass hard enough to sting. “Take it, sweetheart. God, you sound so fucking good like this. Bet you’ll cum all over my hand again before I’m done with you.”

And then — fuck — her mouth was there. Hot, wet, her tongue sliding down between your cheeks, licking a filthy, slow circle around your tight little asshole. You gasped, back arching, legs trembling.

“Emily — Jesus fuck—” you choked, and she just laughed, deep and filthy, her breath hot against your slick, flushed skin.

“Could eat this ass for hours,” she growled, tongue flicking against you again, wet and soft and dirty as hell. You moaned, high and desperate, grinding back against her face, against the relentless thrust of her fingers inside your soaked pussy. “So fucking tight, baby. Gonna stretch you open one of these nights, make you beg for it.”

You whimpered, shameless, both hands coming up to squeeze your own tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers, tugging hard because it made the pleasure spike even sharper. Emily groaned at the sight of it, fingers curling just right inside you, grinding against that perfect spot.

“Look at you,” she rasped, voice wrecked. “Playing with those perfect tits while I ruin your pussy. God, you’re perfect.”

Your moans got louder, desperate, the wet slap of her fingers getting faster, her tongue still teasing your ass, flicking and circling until your whole body was shaking.

“I’m gonna — fuck, Em — I’m gonna cum—” you gasped, voice breaking.

“Do it,” she snarled, fucking you harder, rough and messy. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess. I wanna feel that pretty cunt squeeze my fingers.”

And you did. Hard. Cum gushed out around her hand, wet and hot and filthy, your whole body seizing up, a broken sob of her name tearing out of your throat. Your legs gave out, but she held you there, kept working you through it until you were trembling, whimpering, hips twitching, slick dripping down your thighs.

Emily groaned like it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. “Jesus fucking Christ… you’re unreal.”

When she finally pulled her fingers out, she licked them clean, slow and filthy, then gave your ass a sharp slap. “Think you can handle another round, sweetheart?” she murmured, leaning in to kiss your shoulder, breath ragged.

And fuck, the way your cunt throbbed at the promise in her voice told you exactly how this night was gonna end.

Your mouth found hers like you were starving for it, like the only thing keeping you upright was the taste of Emily fucking Prentiss. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t soft — it was filthy, a wet, desperate clash of mouths, spit slicking both your lips, tongues tangling in a way that made you moan into it. She bit your bottom lip, not enough to hurt, just enough to make your cunt clench around nothing, and you chased her mouth when she pulled back, gasping.

“Jesus, you’re a mess,” Emily rasped, palm sliding up the side of your neck, thumb smearing spit over your cheek. “Look at you.”

And then those fingers — still slick with your own cum, still warm from being inside you — slid past your lips. You opened up for her without hesitation, let her push two fingers deep into your mouth, curling them against your tongue, pressing them down like she was testing how much you could take. You gagged just a little, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth, and she groaned at the sight.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Deep throat my fingers, baby. Show me how bad you need it.”

You whimpered around them, lips stretched, your eyes watering as she pushed deeper, making you choke a little, spit dripping down your chin. Emily smirked, her other hand in your hair, holding you there, her hips rocking slow like she was imagining it was her cock down your throat instead. You drooled all over her hand, spit pooling in your mouth, and she finally pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, lifting them above your face.

“Look at this,” she murmured, watching the thick string of spit stretch from your lips to her fingers. “Such a good, messy girl.”

And she fucking licked it up. Brought her fingers to her mouth and let your spit drip down into it, swallowing it with a dark, satisfied little hum, eyes locked on yours.

You were still gasping for breath when she grabbed your chin, dragged you down to her chest, and shoved your mouth against one of her tits. “Suck,” she ordered, voice rough and frayed around the edges.

You latched onto her nipple like it was the only thing tethering you to the earth, your tongue flicking over the tight peak before you sucked hard, teeth grazing it just to hear the sharp gasp it pulled from her. Emily groaned, her head tipping back, one hand tangled in your hair, the other sliding down your back, guiding you closer.

“Yeah, baby, just like that,” she growled, grinding her thigh up between your legs. The thick, solid pressure made you cry out, your swollen, sensitive pussy catching on the firm muscle of her thigh, still soaked and aching from everything she’d already done to you.

“I— fuck, Emily — I can’t—” you babbled, hips rocking anyway, chasing the friction like you had no control over your own body.

“Yes, you fucking can,” she hissed, her thigh flexing, pressing harder against your cunt. “Ride it, sweetheart. I wanna feel how wet you still are.”

And you did. Because you couldn’t not. Your clit throbbed against her thigh, every drag of your soaked pussy over her skin sending sharp little shocks through you, making your breath hitch and your hips stutter. You were a mess — moaning against her tits, your hands clutching at her hips, babbling half-formed pleas between gasps.

“Emily, fuck — it’s too much — I’m gonna cum again — I can’t—”

“You will,” she bit out, voice wrecked with how turned on she was. “You’ll cum all over my fucking thigh, baby, make a mess for me. Show me how filthy you are.”

Her hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your nipple, tugging hard while you sucked at the other, the pain sweet and sharp, and the combination of her thigh grinding against your clit and her rough fingers on your tits sent you tumbling over the edge again. You sobbed her name, your whole body shuddering, thighs clenching around hers as you came, cum gushing out of you, soaking her skin.

Emily groaned, grinding up against you through it, holding you close while you fell apart in her arms, your mouth still latched to her breast, still whimpering against her skin.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” she breathed, lips at your temple, her voice nothing but raw, dark heat. “And you’re mine.”

You barely had a second to breathe before Emily was grabbing a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back to look down at you with that dangerous, wrecked little smirk she got when you’d completely fallen apart for her. You were still trembling, your thighs sticky and raw from grinding against her, cum slicking the muscle of her thigh — and she glanced down at it like it was the most beautiful fucking thing she’d ever seen.

“Clean it up,” she rasped, voice rough with want, tugging you down toward it. “C’mon, baby. Get that pretty little mouth to work.”

You didn’t hesitate. You dropped to your knees, perched on the edge of the couch between her spread legs, and dragged your tongue across her thigh, lapping up your own mess. The taste of yourself mixed with sweat and her skin made your head spin, made your pussy ache all over again, sensitive and sore and still greedy for more.

Emily moaned low, one hand fisting in your hair as you cleaned her up, licking long, slow stripes, your tongue slipping through the mess of slick you’d left behind. She flexed her thigh against your mouth and you groaned against her, hips rocking down against the empty air just from the sound she made.

“Fuck, look at you,” she murmured, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “So desperate. Bet you’d eat anything I told you to, wouldn’t you?”

You didn’t answer. Just let your teeth graze the inside of her thigh before you kissed your way higher, right up to where she was already wet, already glistening, her pussy flushed and swollen, slick dripping down onto the couch. God, she was perfect — soft lips, flushed a deep, messy pink, the hood of her clit already pulled back enough to show how sensitive she was. She smelled fucking incredible. That deep, heady, raw scent of sweat and pussy and arousal so thick it made your mouth water.

“Em,” you whispered, breath ghosting over her folds, and she let out a sharp, needy sound.

“Do it,” she ordered, voice hoarse. “Eat my fucking pussy, baby. Make me cum on that filthy tongue.”

You moaned, diving in without hesitation, licking a long, slow stripe from her hole up to her clit. She gasped, hips jerking, and you grinned against her. You flattened your tongue and licked her again, savoring the taste of her, then sealed your mouth around her clit and sucked. Hard.

Emily’s head tipped back against the couch with a raw, ragged moan. “Oh, fuck, yes. Just like that. God, you’ve got the perfect mouth.”

She rocked her hips against your face, grinding herself down on your tongue, riding it without a shred of shame. You let her — let her use you, slick dripping down your chin, your tongue flicking and circling her clit before you slipped it down to her hole, fucking it into her as deep as you could manage.

“Jesus—fuck, baby, you eat pussy like it’s your fucking job,” Emily groaned, both hands in your hair now, tugging hard enough to make your scalp sting. “God, you’re gonna make me cum — fuck — don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop—”

You moaned into her, the vibrations making her cry out, her thighs clenching around your head. You slipped one hand up, rubbing two fingers over your own still-sensitive clit while you tongue-fucked her, messy and sloppy, your nose bumping against her clit, catching every little gasp and hitch in her breath.

And when you felt her start to shake, felt the sharp little tremor roll through her body, you sealed your mouth over her clit again, sucking hard while you thrust your tongue inside her one last time.

Emily came with a wrecked, broken sob, her whole body tensing, thighs squeezing your head so tight it almost hurt. “Fuck — fuck yes — don’t stop — oh my god, baby —”

You didn’t. You worked her through it, lapping up every drop of slick that spilled out of her, her cunt twitching against your tongue, her hips jerking every time you grazed her clit. She tasted like heaven, like sweat and sex and pure filth, and you didn’t stop until she was dragging you up by your hair, pulling your mouth off her pussy with a wet, obscene sound.

Her face was flushed, hair a mess, chest heaving. She looked down at you, at your spit-slick mouth and glassy eyes, and smirked.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed, cupping your face, wiping her slick off your chin with her thumb. “You’re fucking mine.”

And god, the way your cunt throbbed at the sound of it — you knew she wasn’t even close to done with you yet.

Even though you knew deep down Emily could’ve kept you up all damn night — ruined you over and over until your legs stopped working and your voice was shot — the two of you eventually slowed down. Your breathing calmed, the raw, frenzied edge dulled into something warm and heavy and soft between you. Emily leaned in, kissed your swollen lips, and murmured, “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.”

You padded into the bathroom together, the soft glow of the light catching the shine of sweat and slick still clinging to your skin. Emily grabbed a warm, damp cloth and started gently wiping you down, all that mess between your legs, over your breasts, down your thighs. The touch wasn’t rushed or clinical — it was slow, affectionate, her thumb brushing little circles into your hip as she worked. You smiled up at her through heavy-lidded eyes and returned the favor, trailing the cloth down the inside of her thighs, watching her stomach jump a little when you ghosted over her still-sensitive pussy.

The shower was hot, steam filling the small space, and you melted under the spray. Emily pulled you against her, hands smoothing up your back, thumbs pressing into tight knots you didn’t even realize you had until she worked them out. You groaned under her touch, head dropping to her shoulder while she kneaded at your muscles.

“Jesus, baby. You’re all tension,” she murmured against your hair. “Gonna have to make this a regular thing.”

You grinned, your cheek against her wet skin. “Not complaining.”

She massaged you until you felt boneless and hazy, then reached for the shampoo. You traded places, lathering up each other’s hair, fingers scrubbing through thick strands, giggling every time the suds ran down into your faces or when you slipped and accidentally elbowed each other in the ribs. You took turns rinsing each other off, kissing along wet shoulders, nipping at each other’s necks in between lazy, smiling pecks on the mouth.

When you finally dragged yourselves out of the shower, you were half asleep on your feet, both of you wrapped in big fluffy towels. Emily toweled you off, her hands slow and warm, drying every inch of you like you were something precious. You did the same for her, watching the way the droplets clung to her silver-streaked hair before dabbing them away.

Then she brushed your hair out, taking her time, untangling the wet strands while you sat between her legs, head lolling back onto her stomach with a soft, content little hum. You switched, running the brush through her dark, damp hair, blow drying it until it gleamed. Every now and then you’d press a kiss to her shoulder or the back of her neck, and she’d let out this soft, pleased sound, tilting her head to give you more room.

By the time you tugged one of Emily’s old FBI Academy shirts over your head — the fabric soft and smelling like her — you were giggling sleepily, body limp with that perfect, floaty exhaustion. The shirt hit you mid-thigh, and Emily whistled low, grabbing your hips and pulling you in for one last kiss.

“Look better on you anyway,” she muttered against your lips.

You crawled into her bed together, sheets cool and crisp, and as soon as your head hit the pillow, Emily pulled you in against her chest. One arm slung around your waist, her leg tangled with yours, and she buried her face in your hair with a sigh.

“You good, baby?” she murmured.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, smiling against her skin. “Perfect.”

And in the quiet, you felt her lips press to your temple, both of you sinking into the warmth, your heart thudding slow and steady against hers. Neither of you said another word. There wasn’t a need.

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Pie with Promise

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Pregnant!Reader

Summary: In the soft glow of city lights, it's clear—your little world of blankets , pie , tacos and baby kicks is everything you've ever needed.

Word Count: 2.2k ish

Warnings/Tags: PREGNANCY if that isn’t your thing then this isn’t the fic for you 🫶🏼

Fluff Fluff and how about more fluff!!! I think just food mentions , pregnancy symptoms and kissing 💖

If i missed anything let me know Authors Note: wrote my favorite thing ever to write again domestic dad Bucky 🤗 sorry NOT sorry hehe Tysm for every like comment reblog it means the world!!! see ya in the next one bbys 🌷

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The Dodgers game was playing low on the TV, the announcer’s voice a smooth hum in the background. 

The golden afternoon light slanted through the window blinds , cutting stripes across the soft throw blanket on your lap. 

You weren’t sure when your eyes had started closing , but you were sure that the last thing you remembered was your husband sitting next to you on the couch , flipping through a dog-eared deck of cards as he played solitaire across the coffee table. 

Half listening to the game he had bet on with Steve and Sam.

And that pie. God, the pie.

It was still warm from the oven , that perfect crisp edge on the buttery crust , and you’d been halfway through your second slice , balancing the plate against your belly like a shelf , when sleep tugged at you too hard to resist.

Now , your hand rested empty in your lap , save for a sticky smudge of pie filling on your pinky. 

The TV was still on , but Bucky was nowhere to be seen.  And your neck had the stiff ache of a too-long nap in an awkward position.

“Mmgh,” you groaned , rubbing your eyes as you stretched.

A small weight shifted under your chin with a soft prrrr.

Alpine. 

You and Bucky's cat you adopted about a year ago. She was the softest , fluffiest, whitest ,  little purrbox.

You smiled sleepily , lifting your hand to scratch the back of her fluffed ears. 

She gave you a squinty , unimpressed glance , the same kind she always gave when you dared to move after she’d deemed you a suitable warm , napping place.

Your dark gray weighted blanket, the one you didn’t remember grabbing—was tucked over your lap and belly. 

You smoothed a hand over it , heart melting at the thought: Bucky. 

He must’ve caught you dozing and covered you up , careful as ever.

You looked around , still foggy in that post nap way.

“Buck?” you called softly.

No answer.

You shifted to sit up , one hand bracing your lower back , the other cradling your belly. 

You’d just rounded into your third trimester , literally , and it was getting harder to do… Well , anything without your husbands assistance. 

Your spine and knees cracked when you stood , and Alpine gave a little mrrp of protest as you scooped her up with both hands under her arms.

“C’mon, baby,” you murmured to her, smoothing her fur. “Let’s go find daddy.”

She blinked slowly in a silent agreement.

The apartment was quiet except for the soft clink of something in the next room. 

As you padded toward the nursery , the muffled sound grew clearer—rustling paper , tools , and your husband’s familiar low hum as he read something aloud to himself, under his breath.

You stopped in the doorway, blinking when you saw him.

There he was—your Bucky—sock-clad feet tapping against the green nursery rug , a small screwdriver held between his fingers , hair tucked and pulled back messily behind his ears. 

He was crouched beside the half-assembled changing table , squinting down at the instructions in a way that screamed “I don’t agree with these people, but I’ll follow their dumb little diagrams anyway.”

Alpine leapt gently out of your arms and padded across the floor toward him. 

He glanced up just in time to see her and smiled , reaching out to stroke her back. “Hey, princess. Keepin’ Mama safe and warm out there?”

His head lifted to meet your gaze—and when his eyes found yours , that soft , crooked smile hit you like a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and soft. “You doin’ okay?”

You nodded , voice still raspy from sleep. “Yeah. Just woke up. Didn’t mean to knock out on the couch , but the pie took me out.”

He chuckled and sat back on his heels , wiping his hands on his sweatpants. “You passed out halfway through your last bite. I didn’t wanna wake you. You looked real peaceful… mouth open , droolin’ a little.” He teased winking.

“Rude,” you muttered, blushing.

“I loved it,” he grinned, then offered his hand to you to help you into the nursery recliner. “C’mon, sit with me.”

You took it gladly , letting him tug you close. Once you’d sunk into the chair, Alpine hopped into your lap and did a slow spin before curling into a fluffy loaf right on your bump.

“She’s obsessed with you,” Bucky murmured , crouching beside the recliner now, resting his chin on the armrest to be level with you. Your hands found his hair , lacing your fingers in it gently. 

“You and the baby. She follows you like a shadow.” he hummed.

“Jealous?” you teased, fingers dragging to his face , scratching his stubble.

He scrunched his nose. “Just a little.”

You smiled and leaned back, sighing as you stroked over your belly. “Doctor’s appointment is Thursday morning. That one’s the big one again—blood pressure, growth scan, the works.” 

He nodded, face serious. “I’ll be there.”

“I know , You always are.”

“And I’ll always be.”

You stared at him for a long second, your heart squeezing behind your ribs.

God , you loved him.

You bit your lip and looked down, stroking the top of Alpine’s head as she purred against you. “Okay ,  I sat as long as I could but I really gotta pee.”

He stood instantly , offering his hands. “Here , wait , let me help—”

“I can get up without you helping me like I’m made of glass , Bucky.”

“You’re carrying my child , doll. That makes you royalty. I serve at your pleasure.”

You laughed. “Well, tell your royal subject that their first order is to let their mama at least make it to the bathroom this time. And second order? Tacos. The baby’s demanding tacos.”

He gave a salute. “Understood. I’ll call the place on the corner.

You waddled toward the bathroom as he headed to the kitchen , muttering to himself about whether he should order one or four kinds of salsa.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The scent of Mexican spices and lime drifted through the apartment twenty minutes later.

You and Bucky stood barefoot on the balcony under the fading evening sky , tacos piled high on plates ,  a soft breeze ruffling your hair. 

He passed you a napkin and leaned against the railing beside you , shoulder brushing yours as you both devoured your favorites.

“I love it out here,” you mumbled between bites. “It’s serene , just us the city and these amazing tacos.”

He laughed out of his nose mid bite , staring down at your bump as you wiped salsa off your chin.

 “All of it. This place. You. The baby. Got my whole world , right here.” he said quietly.

You paused , taco halfway to your mouth , blinking back sudden tears.

“I’m gonna cry,” you whispered.

He nudged you gently with his elbow. “Not before you finish that taco.”

You snorted, leaning into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Then, a beat later, you groaned rubbing your belly..

“Ughhhhhh, I’m too full and nauseous now.”

He held out his hand. “Gimme.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Gimme the taco. You’re not wasting that.”

You passed him your plate and watched him finish off your last half in two bites.

It was a little tradition of yours.

He always finished what you couldn’t eat.

 A quiet, stupidly sweet thing you never talked about—but just did. Ever since your first date. 

Makes you cry everytime you think of it. 

You two meeting up at an Italian restaurant down the street , Bucky picked the place hoping to impress you. 

He bought a beautiful bouquet of peonies  , when you took them with a soft thank you ,  it wasn't the restaurant or even the pretty arrangement that stole your heart , but that lopsided crooked smile that met Buckys eyes when he looked at you. 

The crinkle in his nose when he laughed , his bright blue eyes and of course him being the sweetest man on the planet were all pluses. But man that smile stole your heart fully and wholly that day. 

And now look at you two.

You watched him slurp his soda as his free hand rested gently against your belly. Not rubbing, not talking. 

Just resting. Present.

You turned your face into his shoulder , eyes fluttering closed as the sky turned pink.

You  stayed tucked against his shoulder just like that for a while. 

The scent of tacos , laundry detergent , and everything that made up him filling your nose. 

His arm wrapped around your back gently , fingers drawing slow , soothing circles just under your ribs.

“I can feel you thinkin’,” he murmured.

You smiled. “I’m always thinking.”

“About?” he pressed gently.

You sighed. “Nursery. Delivery. If I’m going to poop on the table in front of you.”

He let out a short , surprised laugh.

 “Baby doll, I’ve seen worse remember that time in your second trimester when you-” 

He began but you covered his mouth quickly with your hand. 

“I thought you promised to never speak of that again?” you whined face red with embarrassment

“I'm sorry , okay , but you think I’m gonna blink twice if you poop during labor?”

“You say that now…’

“I mean it. I’ll be right there holding your hand and telling you how beautiful you are , how proud I am of you , and how amazing you are for bringing another life into this world.”

Your heart fluttered. 

You let your hand slide over his on your belly.

 “Okay. Then I’m not as scared.”

“Good,” he said softly , pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“We’re gonna be okay, all three of us.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The sky was dark now , just a faint gold halo left around the skyline. 

The city buzzed below you, but it felt so far away from your little bubble of safety and quiet. 

It always did when you were with him.

Bucky gently pushed back your hair. “You ready to go inside?”

You nodded, belly feeling heavier by the second. “Yeah. I think I need to lie down.”

“I’ll get the blanket. You get comfy.”

You both padded barefoot back inside , the taco plates clinking softly as he set them in the sink making a mental reminder to wash them in the morning.

You waddled straight to the nursery , Alpine trailing behind you , tail up like a little white flag. 

The soft rug under your feet , the pastel paint , the faint scent of baby lotion—it was all so surreal and real at once.

The changing table was half-finished still, the tools neatly lined up by the instructions. 

You smiled as you lowered yourself into the plush recliner with a soft grunt. You loved spending time in this room. Just waiting and prepping for you babe.

“I told you not to keep building that tonight,” you called softly.

Bucky returned a second later, blanket in one hand, water bottle in the other. “I know, but the screws were mocking me.”

“I bet they were , honey.” you smiled teasing.

He knelt beside you and reached to cover you with the soft blanket, tucking it around your legs. 

Then, like clockwork, his hand found its home on your bump again.

And the baby kicked and rolled .

Hard.

Both of you froze.

His mouth dropped open as he stared at your belly, then up at you. “Was that—?”

“That was definitely a kick,” you breathed, laughing as your hand joined his.

A second one followed—stronger, aimed right where his palm lay.

Bucky let out the softest noise, somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. 

His eyes were wide, blue like the sky before a storm. 

“That little punk kicked their dad already ,” he whispered. 

“That’s our baby.”

He leaned forward, brushing his lips to your belly right by his hand, whispering.

“Hey, you in there. Be nice to your mama.”

You blinked fast, your vision going blurry.

“I didn’t think I could love you more,” you said quietly.

He looked up, startled. “But?” 

Waiting for you to tell him something bad he had done or said.

“No,  but. Just… somehow I do. Every day.”

His lips parted, and he just stared at you for a second, like maybe you’d knocked the wind out of him.

Then he kissed you.

It wasn’t urgent or fast. 

It was soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world. 

Like nothing else mattered except the way your lips molded and perfectly fit against his. 

The way his thumb brushed your cheek as he deepened it, the way your hand curled into the front of his hoodie to keep him close.

When you pulled back, both a little breathless, he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, “I don't care about every good thing I do now , there’s still no way I’ll ever deserve this life with you.”

“You do deserve it, Buck.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

“No,” you said, touching his face, “we are.”

Then he chuckled. “You still full?”

You groaned. “Like a overfilled water balloon. Slowly regretting every bite.”

“C’mon , I’ll go rub your back.”

“Deal—but you gotta finish off my horchata, too.”

He smiled, already on his feet. “Already done.”

You exhaled , watching him walk out , one hand running through his sleep-tousled hair, the other already reaching for the bottle of soothing vanilla lotion.

This man. This life.

You looked down at your belly as it rolled gently beneath your hand. “You’ve got a pretty amazing dad, you know that?”

Alpine let out a soft mrrrp, hopping back onto the chair and curling into your hip. “See even your sister agrees” You said eyes closing , picturing a better life than this. 

Which was hard because there was no way you could.

This was perfect.

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[13tinysocks]

My Dead Girlfriend

Alliances are built while minds crumble. An unexpected guest appears. The end draws near.

[Invincible Variants X Reader]

[Part one]  [Ao3]  [17]

18 * Mirage [11.5k]

"Got a job got money got a place to be, Run though the desert trying to find me, me, me."

White on white - FIDLAR

        Markus was used to making split second decisions. He could rush to hide you, but then Mohawk, who had the same speedy perception as him, would see. Get pissed, know he was trying to hide you. Or he could let Mohawk see you, risk letting the unpredictable freak inside the building where you'd clearly just got done fucking Tracksuit. Both seemed like bad ideas. 

        Markus turned but didn't move from the doorway. Body blocking your frame.

        "Hey." Mohawk didn't seem to notice how strange Markus's positioning is. His dark eyes were wild and unfocused. He'd gone weeks without water, surviving off blood which only shriveled his brain. "You hear any of that," he pointed to the dull colored sky, "up there."

        Markus's eyes flicked to Gray who was also weighing the options of quickly hiding you versus hoping Mohawk just didn't spot you.

        "No." He'd been too busy scolding you and Tracksuit. Both standing behind him now. Listening. Wild cards he couldn't control. You weren't sure what you wanted to do, what this was about. They told you Mohawk had been in contact with them, but unreliable, unpredictable and insistent on staying alone. 

        Mohawk huffed out his nose. "Where's the others? Don't wanna relay this shit a billion times."

        Tracksuit didn't look at you as he put his mask back on, moving out the other busted window, lounging on it to block his view of you. "Right here, guy."

        "What about the gay one?"

        "I can hear you." Maskless floated over from the tent. Relieved to hear something that wasn't moaning or bickering.

        Mohawk nodded to himself, "Okay, okay, good, awesome, yeah." He didn't notice how weird it was three of the Marks blocked his view into the building. Too distracted by his pounding headache, the heat, and the gnawing fear. "We gotta move or like form defensive maneuvers or something or-" He swayed on his feet, holding his aching head a moment before continuing, "Assholes gonna come for you. Kill ya, take one of ya hostage and replace that pussy loser." His head lolled against his shoulder, hair drooping sad against his head. Suit ripped, exposing his arms just past the shoulders, shoving off slivers of his thighs. So tired. So worn. He just wanted to lay down and rest but there was never anywhere cool, safe, with water or with the thing he craved the most- you.

        You knew who the 'assholes' were, you needed to know about the other, your stomach twisting as you spoke without thinking, "Pussy loser?"

        Mohawk snapped upright. Unsure what he'd just heard. He'd been hearing a lot of things in the quiet desert lately. Mainly your voice or his fathers whispering over his shoulder or in his blank dreams. 

        Sand shifted softly inside the building. The Marks in the windows tensed but stayed silent. Hoping you'd just stay inside, let Mohawk believe it was a heat mirage, but you needed to know. You pushed at Seb's back, "Move." He did. Unsure if that was the best idea but feeling like he owed you some pliancy. 

        Mohawk had to be hallucinating. There was no way a human like you could still be alive out here. But there you were despite him rubbing his eyes. The sun reflected gold on your sweat-slicked skin, shoulders unburdened with stress in the sweet afterglow of sex. He didn't feel himself step forward, couldn't stop his arms from reaching out for your skin to make sure it was real, you were real. "(Y/n)?"

        Gray floated into his path, "You can speak to her after we've-" Mohawk grabbed him by the arm and flung him away with shocking force. He rushed forward, half-expecting his arms to go straight through you but his hug lands home, wrapping around your body. He nuzzled his stubbly jaw into your (hair/scalp) inhaling deep. You smelled terrible but unmistakably like yourself. You groaned in his grip, ribs on the verge of bruising. He chuckled an apology, holding back tears as he looked into your face. Thumbs coming to your cheeks, poking and stretching, making double sure.

        Squished lips part, "You can quit it now." You grunted, not knowing how much your voice was a melody to him.

        He didn't think about the others, the repercussions, he just kissed you. Pressing his lips hurriedly to your forehead, your cheeks and finally your mouth. Teeth meeting your forcibly puckered lips. Worming his tongue past your surprised defenses, tasting you, tasting meat, tasting...

        Markus tore him off, "You're hurting her." 

        You stumbled back against the concrete building. Mohawk's eyes wide, set on you, not even acknowledging Markus' hand on his shoulder. "Who the fuck was that?"

        You violently rubbed at your mouth now infected with the taste of stale blood, "What?" 

        All preconceived notions were out the window. He wasn't thinking right. Relieved. Scared. Pissed. Dehydrated. "Who the fuck were you just kissing?" 

        Behind Mohawk, Markus fixed you with a look. One that made you want to rebel against daddy but you knew he knew better. Don't tell him. Don't rub anything in his face right now. He's dangerous.

        You'd play along. Bitch out Markus later. "I'm not your girlfriend, dude. I'm not gonna taste the same."

        "If you look and sound the same, you're not gonna taste different. Who?" His gaze slid to Seb. "Was it you?" His hiss was venomous, completely murderous. 

         Seb held up his hands, "Haven't seen you in forever but I still believe in bro code, man."

        Mohawk nodded to himself like it wasn't the most obvious lie ever. He turned to Markus.

        "Must've been you." Partly true but he didn't need to know that. "Did you make her call you Daddy or something? Huh? You sick f-"

        Gray was a flash. "Enough." Suddenly they were both yards away. He had him on the ground before you could even process, Gray's boot pressed to Mohawk's neck. "This is unimportant to the issue at hand. Where are they now? Are we in immediate danger?"

        "I don't have a fuckin' GPS on them you," Mohawk grabbed him by the ankle, tried shoving him off with an, "idiot." This time Gray was expecting the attack, budged but not far, foot pinning him back into the sand. Mohawk choked, sinking into the soft ground. "I'm not the one you should be worried about. Like I told you, they're coming to-" Mohawk shifted, tried to dislodge Gray with a kick to the side but Gray was unmoved, sustained by food and water where Mohawk was not. "-kill you!"

        Gray didn't let up. For one, it was a good idea to keep crazy in check. For two, Mohawk had forced himself on you so openly, then had to audacity to be angrier than he was at the situation. What a silly, stupid man he was. Gray could not wait to be rid of him.

        "Let him up." 

        Gray's foot didn't release. Your control bounced off him like a rubber bullet. You tried, "Please?" Not expecting it to work.

        He barely lifted his foot, lost his focus to look at you, but it was enough for Mohawk to slip away on his back. Huffing and shaking off sand as he hovered above the ground.

        Mohawk eyed him darkly, "Was it you?"

        A nasty human part of him was tempted to tell Mohawk you'd sucked his dick, to upset him. The Viltrumite half of him overruled- but only barely. "As I said it's inconsequential."

        That seemed good enough for Mohawk. So dazed he couldn't detect double-speak. He made no move to choke you out in another hug so Gray made no move to pin him down. Annoyed as he was that you didn't want Mohawk on the ground where Gray felt he belonged. 

        You pointed at Mohawk, "By pussy bitch you mean Phantom, right?" Mohawk nodded stupidly, just happy to hear your voice now, to have your attention. "He's alive?" Another nod.

        "Those shitheads have been eatin' 'im alive." Mohawk doesn't tell you he's been eating him too. Though you already had a pretty good idea of the situation based on the taste lingering on your tongue.

        Markus can see the idea before it's even a twinkle in your eye. "Don't make him take you on a suicide mission. He's weak. You'll both die."

        "I'm not weak." Mohawk snarled as if he wasn't about to wilt in the sun.

        "Then we all go!" You snapped. "There's two of them, six of us! They have no chance."

        The truth of that rolled through the group like the hot wind on the dunes. It wouldn't be a hard fight. It'd be over fast. There'd be at least two bodies worth of Mark jerky to eat. Except none of them trusted each other and they all knew it. Had felt it when you were gone, there was nothing holding them together without you. There was no guarantee everyone would survive the fight, especially you in your fragile human body. A worse alternative, if you didn't go, somebody could be on the verge of death and cry out, 'Stop, I'll tell you where (Y/n) is if you don't kill me!' No Mark Grayson took defeat gracefully. 

        They had no synergy in battle, hadn't trained since landing here. When the fight was done, one of them could be hurt, easy to kill, and the others just might converge in for extra meat and another Mark off the competition roster. Markus and Seb shouldn't exactly be on a battlefield together at the moment.

        None of them say it. All of them hope the others aren't thinking it, but they are. Nobody trusts the others enough. Cocky in their strength but worried the others would dog pile when they were down.

        "I have a better plan." Gray said. 

        Mohawk watched the sky, eyes erratic. "Can we maybe talk about it somewhere less out in the open, shithead?"

        ***

        The cave was lit by a sunbeam, traveling miles upon miles down, a reminder you weren't trapped anymore. You stood on the spotlight's edge, it was far as you'd go into the cave. They needed to relocate, had to gather supplies for a journey, it was the only good option for the moment, and Gray insisted on going to collect food. You thought he meant any lingering bugs, maybe the fungal garden he'd talked about digging up. But you were mostly dwelling on the fact you felt no sense of closure being here again. When they said you had to come with them, you didn't fight. Wanted to see this place one last time and say goodbye to it on your terms. 

        Most of the cave had filled with sand, the Queen's pool was polluted with the stuff. Mohawk dove into the water without a second thought, drinking until he almost threw it all up, but all you could think about was Mark kissing you in the clear water, the sound of chittering bugs surrounding you. You could no longer hear them, the Queen's body and the thousands of dead decomposing eggs filled the cavern with the scent of rot. The Marks moved efficiently around you like the bugs used to. Somehow with your kingdom crumbled, you still rule. 

        Seb fashioned pieces of the Queen's shell into vases to hold as much water as possible. Maskless stayed above ground, keeping constant vigilant guard for the alleged incoming threat. Markus stood behind you, offering, "I can take you up if it's too much."

        Your eyes scanned the sand for Mark's body but found nothing. Maskless had told you he was buried. Good, he deserved that much. But you still felt sick seeing the cave and not him. Not knowing what he did to himself, what you did to him.

        "I'm still pissed at you." You said. He didn't argue because he didn't agree with your frustration, wasn't sorry for getting upset. You did something stupid, childish and now you were trying to act like you hadn't made a mistake. Like you weren't shaking, feeling the heavy guilt deep in your gut for fucking Seb then coming back to Mark's grave. It'd do your marriage no good to rub your nose in it, so Markus let you feel what he'd been trying to protect you from. 

        He knew you were crying though your back was to him. Could tell by the set of your shoulders and stuttered breaths. He watched you while you stared at the sand pile, trying not to dive into it. Neither of you watching the other two in the smoke filled hamster hut. 

        Gray didn't apologize for attacking and Mohawk didn't attack. The truce was glass-brittle, but they worked together silently. Gray was using the sheet of your worn cot as a sack to store the smoked meats inside while Mohawk tore off pieces of a Mark ribeye with his teeth. Occasionally moving a piece into the sack for Gray.

        He'd relay the plan to the others later but for now he wanted to hammer home it's importance with Mohawk, who was clearly a loose cannon.

        He spoke as he pulled long stripes of dried thigh off the makeshift wrack. "You must understand why we don't want her around them."

        "I'm not stupid," Mohawk said with a mouthful of meat. 

       Gray didn't agree, but kept talking. "(Y/n) thinks she wants to fight, but what she really wants is Phantom dead."

        Mohawk remembered the fight. The suspicion of Phantom. The confirmation of Scars and Lensless questioning him everyday and you not being with them, dead or alive. He knew the freak was involved but not the extent. The memory made him angry nonetheless, "Knew I should've killed that emo fuck."

        Gray shook his head. Mohawk had reported his condition while you all flew over. You seemed partly enthused, partly annoyed by the news. Wished you could've done it yourself.

        Gray said, "It'd be best for us to remove Phantom from the equation quietly, but (Y/n) wouldn't like that. She's smart for a human, she'd find a way to make us confess." He knew most of the others wouldn't be able to withstand your mental control- those who could would fall prey to your more manipulative tactics. He wasn't sure he could hide anything if you touched him again. "We have to bring him to us, let her kill him herself. That way, she won't have any reason to walk into immediate danger and those two will wear themselves down without food or entertainment."

        Mohawk quirked a brow, mind returning to him more with every chew and swallow. "We can't trust him you know."

        "We won't keep him alive long. Just enough for him to tell us more about the others condition and talk to (Y/n). I'm eighty percent sure she will want answers for what transpired here." Gray tested lifting the sack. Heavy and straining, but it could take a few more pounds. 

        "What'd he do?" 

        "(Y/n) hasn't fully divulged." As if Gray would tell him if he knew. 

        Mohawk grunted into another bite. "And what if I wanna kill those assholes myself?"

        Gray leveled him with a stare. Eyes near black unlike Mohawk's chocolaty rich hue. "They'll kill each other for us, they're unstable as is. No risk on our part." Mohawk opened his mouth to argue, but Gray doubled down, "You want to live to be with (Y/n), correct?" His mouth shut. Gray didn't like the idea of keeping Mohawk around, but knew there was strength in numbers. Despite how things hashed out when you went missing, he wouldn't let it happen again. "Then we are agreed."

       ***

       Seb dragged the impromptu pots over. One in each hand. Huge and sloshing.

        "There's some left," Seb reported, "But I don't wanna risk spilling so we can come back for the rest later."

         Markus nodded but made no move to help. He thought Seb would do well to struggle and think about what he'd done, and more importantly Markus was planning to carry you to safety, across the new threshold wherever they decided to hunker down. He looked to the sky above the cave, found Maskless floating still. No signs of danger yet but still the others should, "Hurry up."

        Just then Mohawk and Gray exited the hamster hut. A rugged sack slung over Gray's shoulder, hanging heavy with smoked meat. The smell penetrated through the rot and punched you in the gut. You knew all at once what was in that bag. You wanted to hurt Gray for holding it. Wanted to force them all to tell you who'd done the processing, but all of them had probably helped- all of them kept this from you. Except for one.

        There was no time to lash out. Not with the impending threat.

        You turned to Mohawk, trailing behind Gray, gait much steadier than it'd been before but nowhere as healthy as his companion. "Wherever we're going, you're flying me." You didn't need powers to make him do it. 

        A wry smile slid across his cracked lips. "Was jus' gon ask, baby." He trotted to your side, took you into his arms like you belonged there. He was much gentler this time, even asked, "This good?" You nodded and he beamed. Tired, sunburned, feeling butterflies. 

        "(Y/n)-" Markus started.

        "Don't talk to me." 

        ***

        The rock was cool. Retaining the heat from the day but not baking you alive. Gray spotted the slab of stone after an hour of flying low and slow. After scouting the area and deeming it Lensless and Scars free, construction began. Construction being Gray spinning like a drill and hollowing the thing out. Only leaving a narrow hidden hole at the bottom to get in and out of. You refused to go inside until there were more exits. Tiny punched holes in the roof for slits of light so you could remember- you weren't back in the cave.

        He obliged with curt nods. Never once talking to you. Not under control but respecting your wishes. You'd need time to process and he was okay with that. He was just happy you hadn't yelled at him like you had Markus on the flight over. While he worked, the others gathered scraps from the wastes. Always with an eye on the sky. Wondering if they were going to spot Scars and Lensless. Wondering if the momentary peace was going to shatter. You stayed outside while the work was done, trying to make yourself a bed. 

        "Piece of shit." You hissed as the garbage disintegrated in your hands. You'd been trying to make a place to sleep for the past half-hour with what little you had to zero success. Just a birds nest of useless crap.

        As it turned out, Mohawk was right. Scars and Lensless were on the prowl. When Maskless and Seb went back to the camp to grab supplies after convincing Gray they'd be careful. They got dangerously close to camp before spotting Scars' torn cape. They hid behind a dune, watching, calculating if this was a fight they could win, two on two. Seb thought yes, Maskless thought no. When Seb shifted to fight, Maskless held him back shaking his head. 

        They watched as the duo raided camp. Tore the tent apart. Turned the concrete ruins into rubble, calling out, "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

        They didn't move. Waited until they got bored and left, heading in the opposite direction of the new camp to their relief. They took what they could from camp, but it wasn't much. The cots were shredded and Lensless stole Seb's beloved hammock for himself. Asshole.

        They returned in a sweaty panic. Explaining everything as Gray swept the remnants of the rock dust outside. Gray insisted scouting end for the day, that everyone come inside at once. Nobody argued. Even you, whose body prickled from being in an enclosed space again. So soon after returning to that cave and the memories it brought back. You had to remind yourself over and over of the hidden exits. The light filtering through the roof in tiny dots. 

        The boys talked shop. The threat level, how safe it was here, how they were going to parse out food, when and if they should attack first. On the other hand, you stayed alone in a corner. Given up on the cot. Idly sticking a sharp piece of metal through scraps of cloth to make... you don't even know. You just needed something to do with your hands.

        Night fell. The first in this new palace of stone. You pushed off Markus's quiet offer of cuddling. Refused Gray's offer of a patchwork blanket he'd made in a matter of minutes. You curled alone by the fire, shoved into the corner away from the exits. Ceiling holes patched for the night with cloth so no fire light escaped. The floor was freezing even so close to the fire. Nothing was comfortable. The smoke smell reminds you of Mark's meat sat across the base, hidden behind a stack of rocks. As if you not seeing it would hide the truth of what they'd done.

        Bugs crawled between your fingers. The last handful alive had found you hours after leaving the queen's chamber. Came chattering along, carapaces milky with age. They'd all die soon. You could go back to the cave, pick through the rubble and eat the dead, but you were sure they were decomposed by now. There was only one option left and you knew it. Hated it, but had trouble admitting to yourself- it was probably the right move. Still, you turned around when Gray looked at you. Ignored Markus when he tried to talk to you. Shoved off Seb's jokes. Maskless didn't acknowledge you and for that, you were thankful. He had always been the most understanding when it came to your time in the cave. 

        "Wanna share body heat?" Mohawk stood over you, watching you shiver.

        The last time you saw him, he rifled through your phone and pissed you off so bad Mark thought it'd be a great idea to take you into the caves he killed himself in. You fixed him with a glare. "We're not friends."

        He bit back the urge to say, 'We're more.' He was worn, but not emotionally stunted.

        He sat heavily by your feet, voice soft, "Heard you went through hell."

        "I don't want to talk to you." Ouch but at least you were speaking to him. At least you hated those other guys right now, not him. 

        He laid himself behind you. All too aware of the others watching him. "Don't gotta talk to be warm." He held his arm over your waist, waiting for approval to bring it down.

        "I have the fire." You grunted.

        That wasn't a no. His arm draped over your waist, pulled your back flush to his warm front. The floor was still freezing but Mohawk was like a furnace. You didn't relax into him but you let it happen, took the comfort you desperately needed. Markus's discomfort, palpable from across the room, was a plus. 

        ***

        You counted the days as they passed. One, two, seven, nine. The first few were wrought with tension. Everyone but Mohawk, who had no idea, was pissed at Seb. You both were annoyed by Markus though you didn't share this with Seb. He'd kept the jerky from you too so right now you weren't feeling very buddy-buddy.

        You ate the last of the bugs as they died of old ages skittering in your palms. There'd been a few close calls where Scars and Lensless flew overhead. The worst happened one morning when they landed on the bases roof. Everyone went still. Prayed to God they wouldn't hear the surge of heartbeats through the rock and fabric covered holes.

        They only touched down a second. Lensless heaving and telling Scars to, "Slow down."        

        "No." Scars snapped. "This is survival, we can't just slow down."

        "We should still conserve energy." Lensless huffed. "Dunno when we'll run into those weaselly assholes."

        Scars made a noncommittal noise before his boots left the roof. "Come on."

        Lensless sighed. Debris rained as they took off.       

         Nobody moved for minutes until Mohawk snapped, "Are we all just a bunch'a pussies? They were right there!"

        "Keep your voice down," Maskless said.

        "You didn't make a move either." Markus said.

        Mohawk reeled on him, "Because I know you pussies wouldn't back me up." 

        None of them object. You do, "I would. We can still go." 

        Mohawk was a strange case. He was obnoxious, always ready to bite someone's head off, but he didn't turn your boyfriend into jerky. He backed you up on arguments with Markus he had nothing to do with. He kept you warm at night. He told Gray to stop fucking you with his eyes so much. 

        You weren't quite friends like you and Seb were, even closer post-fuck with lots of time to talk about nothing (when you momentarily forgot you were mad at him and got lonely) but you didn't exactly hate Mohawk either. You wouldn't die for him, but you were more than okay with the idea of helping him kill those fuckers. 

        "No, you're not," Markus said like he was judge, jury, and executioner. Intent on protecting you though you'd been snappish and cold toward him for days.

        "You can't stop me." You said knowing he could. Knowing despite your fully healed leg you couldn't control Markus. You thought you had in Japan when you first met but you saw it now- he was just placating his wife. You added, "I can make the others stop you from keeping me here."

        His eyes darkened. "You can barley control those two at the same time." 

        Seb barked out a, "Hey!"

        Maskless rolled his eyes. Hating that he was your personal training dummy. "We're not having this conversation again. Nobody's letting (Y/n) leave because you idiots won't admit she's a valuable asset who could make sure those freaks don't move while we lop their heads off. This wouldn't be a hard decision if you weren't all selfish assholes."

        Mohawk narrowed his eyes on Maskless. "Why do you care all of a sudden?" Nobody had fessed up to whose spit was on your breath days ago. For all Mohawk knew, Maskless switched teams. 

        Maskless looked exasperated. "I don't. I just know if I was alone in the desert, you would've killed me already. The only reason you haven't is because I'm the one who found her." It was a truth they'd all been dancing around. Maskless wasn't part of the wider universal play involving you, he'd fallen to the wayside. No one but Seb would care if he died. Once the jerky dried up, he was next.

        "Why would we do that?" Markus snapped though they all knew why. A Mark alone was a sitting duck waiting to be eaten by the duo. The only reason Mohawk hadn't been was he was fast. Avoidant. 

        You vaguely recalled Maskless pulling you out of the cave. The hours after him splinting your leg. You should've said it days ago, "Thanks for that by the way, even if you just did it to keep yourself alive."

        He rolled his eyes but said nothing. He felt a bit guilty about you knowing, but it was the truth. 

        Markus didn't like where this was going. "She's not a survival totem."

        Maskless threw up his arms, "She literally is! The only reason we have food and water is because of her." The bugs and the Mark meat. "Those two want her, she could be bait and we could sneak up on them or something. Anything's better than just sitting here doing nothing."

        Mohawk bobbed his head along. "Gay one's got a point."

        Maskless's lips thinned. Gray's expression gave no tells. "It's too dangerous to use her at bait." A few weeks ago he'd think differently but now all he saw when he looked at you was pleasure unclaimed. Too rare to give up.

        Maskless didn't care. He just needed the quiet part they'd all been avoiding to be said, "She already is bait to you people. The only reason you assholes haven't killed each other yet is you don't want to die in the fight and not be the last guy standing who gets to fuck her till you both die." He turned to you, "I'm sure you're great and all but this macho bullshit is insane. Can't we just take care of the problem now so it's not one later?"

        "No." Markus wasn't listening to the greater point, just digging in his heels like he always did.

        This could go on forever. You stood, "I'm going to bed."

        You went to warmest corner you could and curled into a shivering ball. Peace and almost quiet, until Seb came over. Gray and Markus watched him as they bickered on. 

        "You look like you need this more than me." He said as you uncurled.         

        You cringed at the fabric. It used to be white, but it'd since gone gray with sweat and sand stains. His tank top, the only thing worthwhile him and Maskless recovered from camp. He hadn't worn it for a long while. The sight of it made you remember it's absence during your encounter. His bare chest. A dull heat lit in your stomach.

        "Didn't think we were at the sharing clothes stage." You mumbled as you took it, slipped it over your head and let it come around you like a terrible smelling blanket. 

        He huffed out his nose, flopping down beside you. Mask pushed back into his hair. He'd worn it a lot less since then too. Only worn under the sun to protect his face going tomato red and peely. The others saw his face, so what was the point in hiding what they all knew was there anyway? 

        He gave you a look like you didn't make him cum twice. "Seriously?"

        You shrugged, his shirt pressing in, thin and barely retaining your heat. "Never did that with any of mine." You keep the words vague, watching Mohawk's back. Thinking of the first Mark who broke your heart. Accidentally wearing his sweaty socks the morning after, his boxers too loose under your pants. You hadn't done that with anyone else. 

        "I mean, me neither but-" He paused when Markus turned to him a mildly murderous look. "Yeesh." Seb threw out his voice for the whole room to hear, "Don't mind us being normal and well adjusted over here."

        Heads turn, faces are made. It's Maskless who speaks, "Cool, yeah, just step outside the conversation about our survival, guys."

        Seb rose a middle finger with a lazy smile. Maskless chuffed but said nothing else. Turning back to the others to bitch them out. "See that?" Seb said.

        "What?"

        "Asshole didn't attack me cuz we're cool." They had to be, trapped in the desert alone together for to weeks. Maskless knew Seb cared, knew Seb was just as stressed and was better than him- able to step away for a breather. "We're like, totally buddies now."

        "No, we're not." Maskless said mid-argument with Markus before getting right back to it.

        "He doesn't mean that." Seb whispered.

        "Yes I do."

        "He doesn't." 

        Maskless dropped it. Seb grinned, lighting a new feeling in your stomach, jealousy. They had a bond you didn't have with anyone. It'd been a week out in the new hideout but you'd been dismissive and avoidant of anything longer than a five minute conversation. If you wanted that, you'd have to engage. Come out of the mental cave Mark trapped you in. You were going to die out here, you'd accepted that in the cave. Why not make more friends? Why not try to be happy? You had nothing but time with them, no rent, no quota to reach for Machine Head, you were more free than you had ever been. It wasn't like you'd had to try very hard for them to care about you and plus, if they did care about you- they just might take you to Phantom. With him gone you could put Mark to rest.

        You closed your eyes and focused on the crackling fire.

        The argument went in hotel-revolving-door circles while you slept. 

        That daddy-loving freak never gave. He said you should always be protected, always be safe, but how could you be with the assholes prowling the desert?  Mohawk argued until he couldn't hold it in, he needed to hit something but daddy-wannabe dearest would whine about the attention it'd draw. So he left, flying into the atmosphere hoping the thinning air would help him think.

        Of course he didn't want those freaks to kill you, but he wanted to see you murder those freaks at the same time. He wanted to see you get revenge- God the idea of you pissed and bloody got him going. But he couldn't relish the moment if he was busy holding off Scars and Lensless if only-

        He almost didn't hear the flap of fabric. Mohawk spun, fist reeled back, ready to bash Scars head in.

        Gray hovered in the black night. Arms tucked behind his back. "You watched them for a time, yes?"        

        Mohawk paused but didn't unwind. High above the camp, where no one could see or hear them fighting- perfect grounds for an ambush killing. "Yeah." 

        "Where are they usually at this time of night?"

        "Sleeping or eating parts of that other guy."

        Gray nodded. "And how long do they usually do that for?"        

        ***

       Mohawk looked over the dunes. Camp a spot in the distance. Early day sun beating on his skin. "You really think they won't hear?" 

        "They will." Gray said evenly, "They'll most likely come to investigate as well. We'll tell them if they do."

        Mohawk blinked at the other man. The two of them hovered feet over the sand. Well, three of them technically, but Phantom wasn't floating, he was laying on Mohawk's back. Seeping blood and drool into his torn suit. 

        "I thought you said we wouldnt tell any-"

        Gray didn't wait for him to finish. He dove into the rock they'd found jutting out of the ground. Impact a firework crack in the dawn. Surely picked up by everyone at camp, considering they were only a mile away. Gray was back at his side, dust and rocks already spun off his nearly pristine uniform before Mohawk could curse him out. "I said we wouldn't tell (Y/n) for some time." 

        Mohawk's nostrils flared but he lowered into the freshly dug cavern. Entrance hidden under a small rocky ledge. "So you just conveniently left out the part where everyone else finds out and is pissed at us- mostly me because your slimy ass is gonna lie and say you weren't involved."

        "Lying is not productive." Gray followed him inside. Watched as Mohawk threw Phantom down. He landed in a slumped seat, unreacting and pale. Obtaining Phantom wasn't the hard part, it was making sure Scars and Lensless were far enough away to get in and out. Gray was sure they were weak- human flesh and blood dehydrated the body, clouded the mind. But they seemed surprisingly lucid, leaving their camp lightning quick just as the sun was rising. As though eating Phantom's limbs raw had made them better. Maybe it had. They'd waited for hours, scooped Phantom up and flew fast and hard until they were sure they hadn't been seen. 

        "What's your plan then?" Mohawk appreciated Gray's attitude, but was wary. Gray's eyes seemed to glaze over him- like he'd already decided he was an afterthought just like dad had. Mohawk proved dad wrong, dead wrong. Was itching to do the same thing to Gray if need be.

        Gray lowered to his haunches, pulling a vial from his waistband. "(Y/n) wants revenge. She'll get it but-" he paused to unwrap Phantom's gauze, exposing hot, throbbing wounds, reeking with infection, "-she'll have to wait."

        Mohawk watched him work the liquid into the red stumps. "Why not just let him hurt?"

        Gray didn't stop. "He's hours from death and (Y/n) isn't ready to see him. She'll kill him on sight and live to regret not getting answers. He has to be lucid. If it makes you feel better, its a healing accelerant not a pain killer."

        Markus couldn't have come at a better time. Leaving the other two to watch (Y/n) while he investigated that sudden noise outside. He didn't need to ask any questions to know what was going on. The secret hideout, the wound-healing-accelerator on Phantom's stumps, everything he overheard. He'd thought of it too, bringing the revenge to (Y/n) but he wasn't sure- Gray was. He could admire that.

        He could feel Mohawk's apprehension, waiting for the scolding he associated with Markus.

        "How long until he's stable?" Markus asked.

        "Few days." Gray said. "A week at most, the infection is in his blood."

        Mohawk hovered by the exit. Anxious to see (Y/n), ring burning in his pocket. "Stable but not able to hurt her right?"

        "Theoretically he could still kill her in this state." Gray finished, hands bloodied. He made a note to bring rags and a small basin of water. "But he won't." 

        "You can see the future now or what?" Mohawk said.

        "I spoke with Maskless." Gray said holding back a smile. He liked the little nicknamed you'd given them all very much. They were helpful and personal and made him happy. "He claimed Phantom talked about working extensively with the human government-"

        Mohawk clicked his tongue, "Yeah, so did I, doesn't mean anything."

        "I did as well." Markus said, and knew working alongside the GDA did not mean you were a good person. 

        Gray didn't know why he was surprised by this. They just seemed so... sure of themselves, like they didn't need someone in there ear telling them what to do- like Gray had all his life.

        "Ah." He rose, moving his hands so fast the blood flung off of them and painted the walls. He could make a hideout for Phantom but never promised a good one, he didn't deserve it. "Maskless also reported his (Y/n) was killed by his father, not by him." It was said without emotion, yet Markus and Mohawk felt like they'd been hit with a bowling ball. Phantom was pathetic, desperate, but in one singular way, better than them both.

        Mohawk prowled forward, fists balled. "Don't act like you're better than me-"

        Gray watched him come, saying evenly, "I mean nothing by it. I killed her of my own volition."

        That gave Mohawk pause, "Well, I didn't." He spat, almost feeling like the bigger man. Knowing he wasn't. He could've controlled himself better. He thought part of him gutted her on purpose. Sometimes he wondered if she survived if he would've killed her anyway.

        "She is dead." Gray said matter-of-factly before nodding his head in the direction of camp, "She is not. You came for a second chance, so did he. We must trust he won't ruin it." He moved around Mohawk and flew quietly back to camp. 

        ***

        Lensless's back hit the wall, which shattered around them. They struggled against one another until they fell heavy down into the sand. Scars atop him, hands fisted in his collar. "Where is he!?"

        Lensless who had just gotten home from a day of fruitless scouting, blinked up stupidly at Scars- before the fist came cracking up under his chin.

        He was reeling but laughed as he said, "What are you talking about, dude?"

        Thinking this was some game, some kind of roleplay scenario Scars made to fight. Fine by Lensless. He hadn't been able to properly flex his muscles in weeks. He missed fighting, missed killing more.

        "He's gone!" Scars lunged. 

        Lensless narrowly dodged, feeling a gust of wind slap across his face. "No way. He has one leg and can't talk. There's no way he got away."

        Scars pivoted midair. "That's what I thought until I realized- the only person would could've taken him was you." He was coming again. Faster than Lensless could dodge. Fist pushing up into his solar plexus, sending him shooting into the air, blood spewing from his dry lips.

        "I didn't!" Lensless whined as he put on the brakes. Launching himself toward Scars rather than waiting. 

        "You knew we'd run out of him eventually. You hid him from me to have all the meat to yourself!"

        They met. Fist to hand, holding each other off with straining muscles and scowls. "Is it so hard to believe someone could've rescued him?" Lensless half-snarled, half-grinned.

        "We haven't seen anyone else in weeks!" Scars knee came up and kissed Lensless's crotch. He doubled over, opening his back for Scars elbow to come down. 

        Lensless landed in the hot uncaring sand. A cloud formed around him, sucking particles into his lungs with every breath. Scars landed hard, one foot on Lensless's chest ready to push down, break it open, pierce his heart on a rib. Lensless grabbed his ankle bruisingly hard, bearing teeth as he said, "We haven't seen bones either, bro." 

        ***

        Mohawk's hair brushed against the cave roof. "Come on, babe, you gotta try harder than that if you want it back." 

        You had been trying for the better part of five minutes to get him to come down. At first you were able to make him float down, nearly land, but soon as your single stolen boot was in reach, the control would wane and he'd snap back to the ceiling. Taunting you again. 

        Day fourteen with these assholes in the new base. Things weren't bad. You'd been trying to loosen up which was hard when you'd been so tightly wound these last few years. Not holding grudges was something you were unaccustomed to. Often you had to look to Seb for inspiration on how to be easy going. Conversation flowed from him in spigots despite how angry everyone was at him two weeks ago. He didn't seem to care, always sharing a story that related to something. Always funny or fucked up but relatable, endearing. 

        Markus made a point to never laugh at his jokes, but you swore you saw him half smile whenever you did. He hovered around you an annoying amount. After a few days you stopped batting him away as hard. You hadn't forgiven him, but it was better to not stay bitter- a habit that was difficult to grow out of. He never held anything against you, even when you were shitty. It made the idea of talking to him, messing with him a little more appealing- fun. Your affections cast like bait he always bit at and the more time went on, the more you liked the bite. Markus liked to act tough, but when you talked to him, were sweeter on him than you had been in weeks, he melted like wax. Relaxed those broad shoulders and chiding tone. 

        Then there was Gray. With stories of his own that were mildly terrifying with how dystopian they were. He hovered, nowhere nearly often as Markus, always off somewhere doing something for hours on end. You thought he was scavenging so you never thought to ask. He helped you build beds and a terrible storage bin that collapsed in on itself every two days, but you always came together to rebuild it. Hoping it'd hold but it never did. You swore Gray sabotaged it on purpose.

        Maskless watched the romcom bullshit from the sidelines. Most often found with Seb talking about nothing. Hands always busy breaking down kindling or sewing Seb a hammock or air boxing. The idea of sparring had been thrown around too many times to count but Markus always shot it down, seconded by Gray everytime. It'd attract attention. 

        Meanwhile, you trained here and there. Working with your latest, very willing test subject, Mohawk. Who you kept trying to goad into taking you to kill Phantom. He'd just smile and say, "When you don't suck," and steal something of yours in hopes you could control him into giving it back.

        At first, you could make him give it back. But after days of no food only water, your strength was starting to wane. The others had busted out the Mark meat not long ago. You always left when they did, sitting on the other end of the cave. His smell stuck inside your nose as you tried not to imagine how his flesh would melt in your mouth. The more days went by, the less you vividly you could remember him. It'd only been thirteen days after all. You spent more time with this group than him by now. And you wondered why you were still holding on. You felt silly for it. But you still hadn't eaten. It showed in how Mohawk barely moved when you said, "Get your ass down here."

        Hands on his narrow hips he hummed, "I don't think I will!"

        His cocky grin made your guts flip. It reminded you of Mark. The before Mark. The pre cave crazy Mark. It wasn't fair he was hot. Fine, two could play at that game. "I'll hold your hand."

        He cackled, "You think I'm gonna go easy on you to hold your hand?"

        "For a whole minute. Won't move away or nothin'," you waved at him, "this baby is all yours." It was a push and pull game, the flirting. Once you started you couldn't stop, finding that leaning into affection felt better than leaning away. It helped you forget. Replace the bad memories, shitty as it made you feel.

        Heels hit the ground so hard they cracked rock. Mohawk snatched your hand from the air, held one between two, staring at it like a precious diamond. You actually didn't think it'd work. Didn't think holding your hand would mean that much to anybody. Thought at least, you'd have to barter to a kiss on the cheek or something more intimate- or that he wouldn't take the deal at all. Training was a good idea but you hit a wall without eating anything. You wouldn't eat Mark. Not yet. 

        Markus didn't look up from the water he was boiling. "That's not training."

        "I think making the ruler of a powerful empire do what I say is something but you do you." 

        Mohawk batted his lashes at you, squeezing your hand between his, "You think my empire is powerful?"

        "No shit, it's an empire."

        He grinned and interlaced your fingers. Without a timer and without a care, the touch lingered longer than a minute.

        ***

        They stood in the remains. Broken down in their fight that lasted too long. Energy wasted on bickering when they should've been looking for Phantom. They sifted through the rubble, looking for dried brown trails, sniffing for blood so hard they were lightheaded. Except they'd been lightheaded for weeks. Surviving on blood had crossed some wires, fried the others, left them perpetually achy and brain fogged. 

        Which was probably why it took them so long to realize they weren't betraying each other. 

        Lensless chucked another piece of rubble that looked just like the rest. "He's definitely not in here."

        "No shit." Scars said.

        Lensless kicked another piece. "Definitely not anywhere. Just gone. Disappeared like the rest of them."

        Scars was quiet a moment, trying to envision that day you'd gone missing, to see the other versions of him. "How many of us were there when we first came?"

        Lensless thought hard, pressing on his eyes. "I don't remember."

        ***

        "Just eat it." Easy enough for Seb to say, chewing a piece down to the juices in his cheek. "Tastes way better than the bugs."

        You swallowed. Looked down at the piece of red-brown meat in your palms. A handful of ounces had never felt so heavy. Day sixteen in the new base, almost a week of no food. You'd boiled the shells of the bugs, tried to convince yourself it tasted like broth, but your powers had gone completely. You needed to eat. 

        Gray watched you, leaning forward on his knees, trying to catch your eyes, "If you want revenge-"

        He'd said this already.

        "I have to eat, I know." You finished for him. "I just-" You looked up, locking eyes with him. Swallowing, throat dry despite recently sipping boiled cave water. You'd been letting details of your time with Mark slip out of you in a slow drip. 

        Another drip escapes you now. Partly because of the crack that'd formed inside you as the hunger consumed you, partly because you hoped a sob story would make them give in to what you wanted. "He told me about his dad throwing him in prison." The words make Gray go stiff, the idea so out there for him he didn't know what to say. "It ruined him, he was so different from all of you because of that one thing his dad did. I keep thinking about what I'd do if I met his dad, but I literally have. I had dinner with Mister Grayson a few times before everything went to piss. He scared the shit out of me just as some suburban dad and I think- what could I do against that? Could I have even changed what happened to him?"

        "Nothing." Gray said. "Father is one of the most promising solders in the empire." 

        You frowned at the meat. Why were you frowning? Had he said the wrong thing? That's why you were starting the conversation, correct? That his father, that Viltrum was impossible to resist? God, he didn't understand humans at all.

        Mohawk cackled over the fire crackle. "Are you kidding? I murdered the fuck outta dad when I was like sixteen."

        Now that got your mind off of things, a possibility no Mark had ever told you about, "Seriously?"

        Mohawk's back straightened at your attention. In his world, he was showered with praise and attention at all times, but the only thing that mattered through all the politics and conquering was beginning and ending his day with you. Out here, you attention was always split between different versions of himself. He was subject to watch as you grew closer to shittier versions of himself. He could share, really, he wasn't as immature as he acted, but not in these wastes. Not when he was so starved of things to think about. He wanted you all the time, none of the other distractions. 

        Whatever. He could think about murder and double crossing later. Right now, he had your attention. "Yeah, it wasn't even that hard."

        ***

        Mohawk's head was partly split open. Oozing brains over his brow and hairline. Hurt like a motherfucker but that was fine. Everything was hunky-dorey-okey-dokey-artichoke-y because dad was finally dead. Beat brainless into the side of Mount Fuji. 

        "Should've," huff, "told," huff, "me," huff, "earlier," huff, "dipshit."

        Dad's broken jaw doesn't twitch. No more lectures. No more holier than thou bullshit.

        A fat shadow encompassed the mountain. Mohawk looked up and saw his ride. His future stretched ahead of him, deceptively straight forward.

        ***

        "So yeah, babe, with me around you ain't gotta worry about no dad." Mohawk said.

        "She was literally talking about the prisoner's Nolan." Maskless nibbled one of the dryer sticks of meat.

        You looked down at your own stick of meat. Wishing it was Mark's dad, it would've made things so much easier. You felt sick now. Knowing in another life Mark could've defended himself, killed Nolan. Your Mark lived, didn't go to prison but he threw you in it. This shit wasn't fair. 

          "Nolan was the most powerful man on Earth, he worked with powerful people. He had resources. How did he never look into me? I wasn't very good at hiding what I was doing when I first started working with Machine Head. We talked on unsecure lines. He didn't have anyone watching his son's girlfriend? Did he just not care? No cameras, no tails, no nothing?"

        Seb tapped at your side with his shoe. "Where are you going with this?" 

        "I never worried about him, but the more you guys talk about him the more I think I should have. I saw on the news after. He was there when I fought Mark." Machine Head's office was fucked, of course there were people recording the high rise. And who did they catch hovering hundreds of feet above the building? Omni Man. "I didn't know Invincible was Omni-Man's son, I didn't even know Mark was Invincible. He hid it from me. I wonder if Nolan was surprised to see me in there or just thought yeah, that makes sense."

       Seb poked you again. "You gonna eat that or just keep babbling?" 

        Markus gave him a look but spoke to you, "Knowing my father, he knew and he didn't care."

        Seb snorted, "Knowing mine, he didn't even know Mark had a girlfriend."

        "They were close in my world. I wonder what he said after Mark broke up with me." You wanted to slap a hand over your mouth soon as you said it. Cat's out the bag. Mohawk already hit the nail on the head but saying it outright was something else. Weight both off and on your shoulders. You test it, saying, "I tried to stop him. It didn't work."

        Blood shot out of your nose. Headache like a hammer to your temple. You on the ground. Machine Head's hired grunts unconscious around you. Mark's eyes were wild on you, "Did you- Did you just-!?"

        You had tried to make him forget while he ranted and raved about what you'd done. Instead you found the ceiling of your powers. The way he looked at you like shit on his shoe made your heart ache. You felt sick, you had no fight left.

        "Yeah." You breathed, "Yeah I did."

        "You can't just control me like that! Have you done that before?!"

        "No." You wiped the blood rolling from your nose. "I'd never do it unless I had to Mark- I love you. I don't want to lose you!"

        He laughed. Actually laughed. Mean and angry. You heard that sound every night in your dreams for the next few years as your life circled the drain. "You don't love me."

        Mohawk doesn't laugh this time. Today he's not bitter. Today is he soft and malleable and maybe if you gave enough of yourself away, he'd take you to Phantom and let you kill him.

        "Fuck him." Mohawk sounded genuinely angry. "Fuck him, like actually. That's the most romantic shit I've ever heard done by someone who isn't me."

        Seb rose a brow at him. "What'd you do Romeo?"

        "What didn't I do." Mohawk looked and sounded far away before his eyes re-focused on you. "He didn't deserve you, fucking asshole."

        "I know." You half smile before getting back to your train of thought, "I tried to stop Mark too." Because you don't think they get it, you add, "In the caves. He was freaking out and I tried to calm him down and he just-" Your hands burned. You realized you were gripping the meat hard, so hard your knuckles were pale. At least you weren't crying. 

        "He killed himself." Gray watched your hands but didn't move, willing them to open, willing the pain to leave your face.

        "I know." You grit out.

        "You misunderstand me. He did that to himself of his own volition."

        Your hands opened, you could see the outline of where the meat was pressing into your palm. "His own volition." You echoed, "My powers are based in interpretation. Whatever you think they mean, you do. He thought stop meant kill himself so he did it- because of me. He didn't want to do anything, he thought I wanted him dead." 

        "Oh, come the fuck on!" Mohawk threw his hands up, "So what? He was weak and stupid! You've said you want us all dead! Who cares! Do you know how many of us would've loved to be trapped in a cave alone with you? I wouldn't have gone apeshit, that's for sure. Apeshit on that-"

        "You're not helping." Markus said.

        "He knew what he was getting into." Gray said. For once, actually saying the right thing.

        He did know. He gave you a grand tour. Knew Phantom was in on it. Let it all happen knowing he wouldn't be able to handle it. For taking you down there to love you, to die, you start to hate him. 

        Still you hesitate to bring the meat to your lips. Mohawk said with too much confidence, "If he was as pussy-whipped as you make him out to be, he'd want you to eat him. I know I would."

        You bring the meat closer. Stomach churning. Lips opening. "I wouldn't want any of you to eat me."

        You're about to bite down when Mohawk nudges his head into your arm. Nuzzling. "I know babe, you want all of us dead. Which totally isn't happening but if I do die before you, take a cut out my shlong, yeah? That thing's gonna one juicy sausage. Mama mia."

        "That's not funny." You're laughing and cringing as you bite down.

        ***

        Scars dragged his head above the water that dripped near black grime off his face. It'd been a stroke of luck that him and Lensless had found this place. The both of them gone crazy from months without any water when they were so used to having it a short flight away. They'd tried to soothe their throats with blood, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd dranken Phantom's blood. He should've savored it- but that didn't matter now. He had water again.

        The cave hadn't been there before. They shoved dried bug carcasses into their mouths. Guzzling water from the queen's throne whenever they were slightly thirsty, which was all the time. They wandered the cave, finding cave ins that smelled of meat and smoke and most importantly- you. 

        For all they knew, this was the only water source left on the plant. For all they knew, someone would come for it and the abandoned shelter. For all they knew, there was no one left at all.

        Days pass.

        The smell dissipates. The remaining bugs, corpses and living, are eaten. Hunger they were unused to gnaws at their psyche. They drool over the queen's pool thinking of raw flesh. They watch the hole to the ceiling from dark corners, waiting to ambush. Day turns to night to day. Nobody comes. They search and find no caves or bodies or people wandering the waste. 

        They begin to wonder if any of it was real at all.

        ***

        Day seventeen in the new hideout.

        Laughter is more common. Jaws are looser. Friendship is an open current passing between you all. Even Maskless who swears up and down he hates you all, has waning venom in his tone. Despite the summer camp attitude, the threat looming in the wastes was still real. Last night Scars and Lensless roamed nearby dunes, screaming into the night. 

        "Is anybody there?"

        "Helllllooooooooo?"       

        You thought they were trying to lure you out. Trying to find a replacement for Phantom because he was near death or dead. You tried to convince any of them to let you outside. To make them and their fried brains to take you to Phantom. To kill the whole lot of them easy peasy. 

        You opened your mouth to command someone, anyone to remove Markus from blocking the fucking exit when he said it.

        "I'll take you soon." Gray is behind you. So close he nearly boxes you into Markus's waiting chest. "You have to be patient."        

        "When is soon?"

        "Soon." 

        That night Gray stayed the night in the tiny hovel. Monitoring Phantom's progress. Willing him to wake, to speak. Gray was a patient man but it was wearing thin. He needed your praise for a job well done. Desired it. Had wet dreams about it. 

        Again, Phantom didn't wake in the night.

        ***

        Another day of training. This time your mentee was Gray. Seb had excused himself not long after Gray returned. Said he was going to look for supplies. They'd been doing that an awful lot the past few days. Searching in shifts. You thought little of it. You assumed it was better if only one person left at a time to minimize risk of being spotted by the crazies.

        You sat on stools of cool rock facing each other. You hurled commands at Gray. Fed and watered, expecting easy compliance. You get a battle.

        "Stand up."

        He stayed seated.

        "Get up."

       He did not.

        "Move!"

        Nothing.

        "Tell me why you're so hard to control."

        "The Mark of your world never joined the Empire, correct?" His voice is like a godsend. Finally you got him to do something. Eagerly, you nod. "Was there anyone sent from the Empire to coerce him into doing so?" You wrack your brain but simply don't know. Mark faught so many aliens on the news all the time, you tried to avoid the stories entirely. Gray hums, "You wouldn't know him then- my mentor."

        You lean forward. High on control. "Who was that?"

        "Conquest." He said. 

        You blink. "Like the concept or?"

        "Be advised you are not controlling me and I'm giving up this information of my own volition." The words are like a slap to each each cheek. You never felt the connection, never felt his mind in your grasp, you'd just been too excited to notice. Motherfucker. "He's the best of us. My mother was worried he'd kill me in training but I survived."

        You dropped the training ball, curious now. "How's hitting shit make you resistant to me?" 

        His brows rose. "Mental fortitude is important in battle." 

        That... Made a lot of sense. Markus seemed plenty mentally steely and you couldn't get him to raise a finger.

        "Hm." Learn something new everyday but you didn't quite like the taste of defeat. You go for the jugular, which always seemed so exposed with these men when it came to you, "Kiss me."

        Heads turn right as Gray practically lunged out of his seat. Hands still tucked behind his back while his lips met yours. Kiss so hard, your lips were pressed to your teeth. As soon as it was happened, he was pulling himself away pink cheeked.

        "Hey!" Mohawk was across the cave at ready to punch his throat, "What the fuck!?"

        "Congratulations." Gray slid back into his chair. "You controlled me."

        Mohawk's fist paused. "Wait- hey- why'd you tell him to do that?"

        You shrug, "Thought it'd be worth a shot and it was. I win." Except you knew Gray was lying and had lying in wait hoping you'd pull a desperate move. Clever. 

        "Your control didn't last long." Gray said, eyes intense. He was practically begging you to ask him again. His slowly growing erection was also begging. He shifted, hiding it under the fabric. 

        You know what his shifting legs means, had seen it plenty since your encounter. You smirked, knowing a distracted target was an easy one. "Spin around."

        Gray hovered and did a stiff about face. Throwing off the control after a spin and a half but looking mildly perturbed. "You-" 

        "That's two for two." You remind him of the lie you were mutually spinning.

        He swallowed, wiping the surprise off his face quick as it appeared. "You're getting better but we must pursue training to ensure you can hold onto a target longer than a second." He sat again, crossing his legs. 

        "Me next." Mohawk insisted. "Me!"

        You give him a look that isn't withering, "You'd do that anyways." 

        He ignored Gray, ignored the lesson at hand to lean into your personal space. Smelling of sweat, breath spray, and cologne he hastily applied once he thought you were open to make out. Sure, he was jealous but Gray could be dealt with later. What mattered more now was you. "That such a bad thing?"        

        You hum pretending to consider. "What'll you give me in return?"

        "Best orgasm of your life." His voice was teasing but his face was serious. 

        Heat suddenly sparked in your core. You swallowed down the fluttering in your chest, "I can DIY that one, thanks." Though honestly? You were tempted. You hadn't been able to get your rocks off in weeks, not since Seb, who seemed content not pursuing things again if it meant no one was mad at him. You knew you'd have to find a replacement sooner or later. Like Mohawk who was offering, even if he was a dick. "What else you got?"

        Seb rushed into the room then, wide eyed, mouth open. Words die on his tongue when he sees you. "Uhm- uh- the thing is- yeah."

        They spoke cryptically for a few moments, as you watched. Gray said he had something to show you. Mohawk said not to freak out. They took you outside. Flew over the dunes a half second before taking you inside a boulder.

        Your mouth was agape, nose burning with the smell of days old blood. The heat prickled at your skin despite the shade.

        It was hard not to when the reason for Mark dying was right there. Leaning sweaty and pathetic against the wall. Hair shaven from his scalp. Five o'clock shadow gone into a full midnight, the stubbly beard longer than the hair on his head. His suit was torn and abused, exposing peeling skin. Most disconcerting was the glaringly obvious lack of limbs on one side of his body. Stumps pink with newly grown skin and blisters. 

        Despite the hell he'd been through, his glassy blue eyes were looking at you like you were an angel sent from above to bring him salvation. You were anything but.

        ***

        Across universes, across dimensions, Angstrom Levy was nearly finished paying off his debts to the Technitions. Daydreaming constantly about the revenge he'd enact on one Mark Grayson. 

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Hey! Idea for Joel Miller- pre-outbreak neighbor!joel who’s always helping fix stuff around the reader’s house and maybe he’s got the biggest crush on her and maybe he feels a little bit like a perv because he thinks he’s too old to feel this way about someone

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v)

A sizzling sound fills the kitchen as a grilled cheese cooks in the pan on the stove. Once it’s cooked to perfection, you flip it onto a plate, right on time as there’s a knock at your front door. 

You set the plate onto the counter then run to the door, stopping at the mirror by the stairs, making sure that you look okay. You put on a bright smile when you finally open the door and Joel is on the other side. He holds up his tool box with that adorable shy smile and you wordlessly let him inside. 

“Thanks so much for doing this,” you tell him, having no idea that he’d actually do anything for you. Ever since you moved in all of those months ago, he’s developed a crush even though he’d never admit it. 

He sets the toolbox on the counter where he spots the sandwich that’s accompanied by a bag of his favorite chips as well as a can of the beer he likes. He mentioned those chips once and you always seem to have them in your pantry. 

You mentioned that your shower was leaking one time and after fixing it, he made himself your personal handyman. It doesn’t matter what the problem is or the time of day, he’s on your porch in minutes with that damn toolbox. You’ve tried to offer him money for his services, but he always declines, perfectly happy to share a meal with you instead. 

He can’t help but feel weird, though, crushing on you like this. It almost feels predatory even though you’re only ten years apart. Your lives are just so different. He’s got a kid and you’re just wanting to live your life. Things would just get complicated if he admitted how he felt. 

He feels the tension between the two of you, that you seem to feel the same way, but he’s just making excuses because he’s afraid of putting himself out there. It’s been well over a decade since he really got to know someone in that way and he guesses that he just feels out of practice considering his age.

“So what’s the problem?” He asks. “Sink leaking again?” 

“Yep,” you nod. “I don’t know what’s happening. You just fixed it.” 

“Well, let me take a look.” He squats down as you chop up some lettuce for a salad so he at least has some sort of vegetable today. He turns and lies on his back, moving underneath the pipes so he can see what’s really going on. You’re so distracted by his shirt riding up that you end up cutting one of your fingers. 

“Shit,” is all Joel hears and he’s up, rushing over to you to see that your finger is bleeding. He takes hold of your hand and rushes you into your guest bathroom where he knows the sink is fine. 

It’s a tiny bathroom, so small that you’re practically chest to chest and Joel has to try really hard to focus on the task at hand. He turns on the faucet and pushes your hand under the water, the two of you watching the blood trickle into the sink. You lift your head to look at him but he won’t make eye contact. You think it’s cute that you make him nervous. 

He then takes some soap and rubs it along your finger gently, causing you to wince at the light sting. He’s still avoiding your gaze and all you want is for him to just look at you for a second. You need to see that pretty brown. 

“Sorry,” he says softly. “Where are your bandaids?” 

“Cabinet,” you nod your head towards the mirror and he uses one hand to open the cabinet while the other still holds onto you. Something about holding his hand feels right. It’s soft but rough from how often he works with them and you can’t help but imagine what they would feel like roaming along your naked body. 

“You don’t have to do this,” you tell him and he just scoffs. 

“It’s my job to take care of you.” He’s looking at you now, his eyes boring into yours. “And you need to be more careful.” He’s so serious and sometimes you wish there was something you could do to get him to relax. 

“God, you’re so protective,” you roll your eyes with a laugh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on me.” That’s when it occurs to you and everything clicks into place. You both widen your eyes and he pulls away as soon as the bandaid is on your finger. 

“Oh my god, you do have a crush on me.” His cheeks are a bright shade of pink and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him behave this way. You step closer so that your body is flush to his, your hands resting on his cheek as you do so. 

“Then I guess I should tell you that I have a crush on you too.” You lean in, your lips slowly slotting between his in a gentle kiss. He’s quick to respond, his hands grabbing onto your waist roughly as he kisses you hungrily. He’s waited months for this and now he’s going to take advantage of it. 

Joel presses you up against the sink as his tongue slides into your mouth. It’s messy because he’s out of practice but that doesn’t stop you from moaning as your tongues make eye contact. His hand slides up your shirt and you pull away to take it off. You then unbutton his shirt which quickly falls to the floor leaving him in the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath. 

You grab hold of his hand and lead him out of the bathroom, clothing coming off between shared kisses before he’s picking you up and carrying you up the stairs. It’s all happening so fast but that’s how you like it. You don’t care that you’re rushing into it because you’ve been thinking about this exact thing for months. 

Joel lays you down on the bed, kissing his way down to your chest. He’s so good at this but you’re sure that’s because of all the women he’s surely taken to bed in his life. He’s older, he’s got more experience. 

“Condoms are in the drawer,” you point to the bedside table behind you and he hurries to grab one. He throws it onto the bed as his t-shirt and underwear come off so he’s completely naked hovering over you. 

“You’re so hot,” you tell him and he can’t help but smile. He thought he was letting himself go so he loves that you think of him as attractive when he looks like this. 

“Am I?” He asks as he lies on top of you and you push him so he’s lying on the mattress.

“Let me show you how much.” You straddle his waist as your bra comes off and he can’t help stare. He never thought this would happen and now that it is, he just feels like he’s dreaming. It’s already so perfect that he doesn’t need anything else. Just this and that’s it. He also wouldn’t mind living your lives together but maybe that’s asking too much. 

“Okay,” he breathes, watching you roll the condom on him before sinking down onto him. Your pace is slow at first, but then you quickly pick it up, bouncing on his cock as the most pornographic moans pour from your mouths. 

You quickly get into a good rhythm and decide that you fit perfectly together. His hands fit perfectly over your breasts as he plays with your nipples as your hands slide into his hair, making a mess of it. It’s everything either of you could have ever asked for and more. 

“Faster,” he commands and you obey, moving the fastest you possibly can as you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. His hands move down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, causing you to gasp into his mouth. He lets out a chuckle in response as he bucks his hips against yours, matching your pace. “That’s it,” he says. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.” 

You’re moving even faster and he’s able to match your pace perfectly, unable to keep his eyes off of you. You look so hot on top of him and now he wants to know how many rounds you can go for. He’s got nothing but time and wants to see just how long you can go, how many surfaces you’d let him fuck you on.

Joel doesn’t know why he’s been so nervous to get to this point. It’s been shockingly easy, as if the two of you were meant to be. And at this point, he doesn’t think he can do this with someone else-doesn’t want to do this with someone else. You’re it for him.

“Fuck, baby, I think I’m gonna-” He can’t even finish his sentence before he reaches his orgasm, the most filthy moans fall from his lips. You look down at him, taking in the scene below you. His hair is a mess and his mouth is in a wide “O” shape as he gets his relief. 

As he comes down, both of you breathless, you dispose of the condom then pull the blanket over your bodies. You then press a kiss to his chest before leaning your head on it. Joel’s arm wraps around your waist, his fingers dancing across your skin. 

“Shit, what time is it?” He asks, standing up from the bed as he looks around for his underwear. He puts them on as you throw on one of your oversized t-shirts before following him into the hallway where he finds his jeans. “Sarah’s gonna be home any minute and I forgot I promised we’d watch a movie tonight. I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you wave him off as you follow him down the stairs where he puts on his socks and shows. “You can just come back when she goes to bed. I mean, if you want to.” 

“Oh, I want to,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips before he heads out the door, hurrying across the lawn as he sees his daughter going through the front door of his own house. 

“Hey,” she greets, giving him a knowing look as she sees where he’s come from. She’s so amused by the fact that his shirt isn’t buttoned correctly that she doesn’t even bother to mention it. “Were you over at y/n’s again?” 

“Yeah,” he replies, trying really hard to not be so obvious but he can’t help but smile. “Her pipes were leaking again. Now c’mon, wash up. Tommy’s bringing pizza.” 

They enter the kitchen as Tommy comes through the back door with the pizza that he sets in the center of the table where the three of them sit. As they eat, Joel’s still fighting the smile on his face which causes Tommy and Sarah to share a knowing look. They’re just surprised it didn’t happen sooner. 

“You can go back over there after dinner, dad. I think I’m plenty old enough to get myself to bed,” Sarah tells Joel who seems confused. 

“C’mon, Joel,” Tommy speaks up. “We all know you have a thing for each other so you don’t have to hide it anymore. It looks like you’re done anyway, so go on ahead.”

“Yeah, we can watch the movie some other night. Tommy and I are fine.” Without another word, Joel is out of his chair, hurrying out the back door that he doesn’t even bother closing on his way back over to you. Tommy and Sarah just roll their eyes and continue eating their pizza, but they’re actually really happy for him, thinking that it was about time.

[dollychou]

Your Barou works are just *mwah* chef’s kiss! They’re spicy and sweet all at once. If you don’t mind, could I request some more Barou NSFW? Something more gentler maybe, with a reader who cries easily so he likes to baby her…I think it would be sweet to see a how you’d write a softer Barou. Thank you so much!

LOVING AND DEAR

𝓈ummary ᰔ barou treats you so tenderly, especially in such vulnerable moments.

𝒸ontent ᰔ smut! vanilla sex. he is so soft & gentle.

𝓹airing ᰔ cupcake!reader x barou

✉️ ྀི . . sorry this took some time , but i truly loved this request & to write and think about softer barou made my heart flutter. also i decided to pair him with my cupcake!reader because i felt like she would fit so well ♡

barou is positioned on top of you, one of his hands gripping your side while his other hand is under your neck, softly caressing you. his hips rut in and out of you, slow and gentle, feeling every bit of your pussy clenching his shaft.

he's placing tender kisses all across your face, revelling in the way your cute moans are spilling out of your lips. "baby, you're so pretty," he coos. "so, so pretty."

there are little tears pricking at your lash line and a small smile spreads across his face. he asks you what's wrong and you sniffle softly, "oh, you know how i get when you say such things to me."

barou does know. you're such a sweet little thing — so sensitive and so delicate. and he adores that about you greatly. he loves how emotional you get at even the littlest of matters and he finds that he's the man who can wipe away those tears and help ease your dainty heart.

he kisses and licks away the tiny tears that drip from your eyes and whispers with a smile, "can you blame me? you're just the most beautiful girl i've ever seen."

you pout a little, cheeks turning a light pink. "you're just saying that."

he knits his brows together, slamming his hips into you which makes you gasp. he does that again and again, leaving you breathless and whimpering helplessly. your pussy can feel him deep inside you — every vein, every ridge, every twitch.

"don't ever say that about yourself," he hisses, sliding his cock in and out of you at such a heavenly pace that it has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. "you're the prettiest and sexiest girl to me. and i'd never just say that to you. i mean it."

your moans get higher pitched as he continues his soft yet relentless strokes of his cock inside your cunt. the squelching, wet sounds fill the room, driving him crazy. he buries his head into the crook of your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over. "god, you feel so amazing," he groans quietly.

your walls flutter around him as he praises you, making him strike his hips harder against yours. he can hear you snivelling and he whispers delicately into your ears — "you're doing so well"; "you're all mine"; "you're the best thing ever".

and the last three words he says before spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls white that has you gasping and moaning his name out like a chant — "i love you."

after you come down from your own high, legs trembling and walls milking him dry. barou doesn't lift his head from where it's at, burying his face behind your hair. his face is flushed, abashed at him for admitting such a sentimental and emotional thing during sex. but just the way you were holding him and the way your pussy was sucking him in — he couldn't stop himself.

he musters as much courage as he can to face you and he's expecting to see you fuddled at his confession. yet instead he sees you covering your mouth, tears streaming down your face. his face changes to one of concern as he rubs your tear-stained cheeks. before he can ask you what the matter was and if he had said something wrong, you croak out softly, "i love you too."

his heart swells at your admission and he cups your cheek, holding you dearly like as if you were the most fragile doll to ever exist. he picks you up, embracing you lovingly. while he would have preferred to have professed to you in a much more well thought out manner, he realises now it didn't matter how and where he said it — all that mattered was that you said it back. and you did.

© all works belong to dollychou. do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

[ochacoca]

hey could u write an angsty fic where the reader thinks akaashi is too good for them pls thank youuu

I WOULD GIVE YOU THE MOON

3rd year!akaashi x gn!reader

now playing ♫ moon song by phoebe bridgers

IN WHICH your boyfriend doesn't let the thought of you not being good enough for him haunt you.

word count: 1,286 words

content: angst, hurt/comfort, 3rd year!akaashi, 3rd year!reader, pre-established relationship, happy ending

Ever since you began dating, you never understood how someone like Keiji ended up with someone like you.

He was so attentive, so thoughtful, and so kind. He had his weird quirks that made him unique. Keiji remembered every small detail about you. How you liked your tea, how to calm you down, how to put you to sleep at night when your mind won't stop running laps. He was an amazing partner and you couldn't ask for more.

You'd consider yourself a good partner as well. But, you were just.. you. You were the one people approached to ask about your other friends, not you. The one who was always asked to take a picture of the group instead of being asked to be in the photo.

Anytime you tried, you couldn't find anything unique about yourself. Not your personality, not your looks, you were just average. That's what you thought of yourself and that was what you've grown up to think, even though Keiji insists otherwise.

But more recently, you've felt this weight on your shoulders. Anytime he'd bring you breakfast in bed, anytime he'd show you affection, or anything else he does on a regular basis, you would feel this churn in your stomach.

I don't deserve this.

The thought used to come and go before you even had time to acknowledge it. But now, it's all you think about.

And you become more fixated on your appearance. You couldn't blame it on the bright white lights in your bedroom or the warm yellow lights in your bathroom. Your hair was dry and frizzy, you had deep eyebags from the late nights you stayed up overthinking. You looked sick. But this never stopped his compliments.

“You look so pretty, my love.” He'd whispered in your ear when he sees you staring at yourself in the mirror for so long. He'd wrap his arms around your waist as he stood behind you, resting his chin against your shoulder.

You would always smile and thank him. But deep down, you always thought he was lying. Just trying to make you feel good about yourself, or trying to convince himself in the process.

You couldn't bring this up to him though. You wouldn't. All you could try to do was to try and be enough for him so he wouldn't find it in somebody else.

The hangout had been Bokuto's idea. After the third years graduated, there wasn't much time where the old volleyball team was able to see each other, so he curated a get-together where everyone was able to come. Even her.

You didn't hate Yukie Shirofuku. You could never. She was such a sweetheart, but you envied her with everything inside you.

She was so confident in herself without lifting a finger. So effortlessly gorgeous when you had to put hours into yourself to look at least a bit decent. When she laughed at something Keiji said, throwing her head back and holding her stomach, you felt your stomach twisting sickeningly. You hated getting jealous with every bone in your body. You wanted to brush it off, but it was hard. You didn't want to be that type of partner.

With her shine in the room, you felt invisible.

You tried to be active all night. Engaging in different conversations and such so it wouldn't seem you were in a bad mood. You didn't want to ruin the atmosphere with your negativity. But Keiji being Keiji, he already knew something was up with you.

“Are you okay?” He whispered in your ear, placing his hand on your thigh and rubbing it softly.

You moved your head to face him, slapping on a fake smile in hopes he wouldn't notice how badly you wanted to leave. “Hm? Yeah, I'm fine.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously but nodded, not wanting to push it any furthur incase you got uncomfortable. But after a few minutes passed, he could see it in your body language. The way you shifted in your seat, how you picked at your nails and cracked your knuckles.

“Do you want to go back home?” He whispered again in your ear. You sighed, you couldn't deny it anymore. You nodded and he nodded back before standing up and gathering your things.

“Okay, I'll drop you off.”

You stood up beside him and gently grabbed his hands. “But what about your friends?” You said. You didn't want to be the reason he didn't hang out with his friends.

But he only smiled at you and shook his head. “I have more opportunities to see them again. Let's go.”

You had been avoiding his gaze since you left Bokuto's house. You would see through your peripheral at every red stoplight in the car how he'd look at you, with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips slightly parted. However, you continued to look out the window. Now, you're standing in front of the door to your house, waiting to go inside. You unlock the door and twist the knob to step in, but Keiji's hand catches your wrist before you could open it wide enough.

“Wait.” He mumbled. He gently tugged you towards him, placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing them softly. “Just wait for a minute.”

You finally met his eyes for the first time in an hour. He had concern etched all across his face. You could see it in the way he furrowed his eyebrows, the look in his eyes, his lips pursed. “You're not okay.”

The lump formed in your throat immediately. You swallowed it down, letting out a broken laugh before speaking. “I'm sorry.” Your voice broke slightly. “It's just.. I didn't like seeing her around you.”

“With who? With Yukie?” He asked with a tone of disbelief. There was a pause in the air, and he already knew with your silence that he was right.

“I'm sorry-” You started but he cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Stop,” He said quickly while shaking his head. “you don't have to apologize, darling.”

“It's just..” You trailed off.

“Just what?” He asked as he tried to coax out the answer from you, with the same softness he only showed for you. You took a shaky breath and exhaled.

“Sometimes I just think you can do better, you know?” You avoided his gaze as the lump in your throat grew stronger. “I feel like you’re wasting your time with me. I can't give you what you deserve.”

“What?” His expression softened. It looked like your words physically pained him to hear. “Stop it..”

“Keiji–”

“Stop.” He cut you off as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours while softly taking your head in his hands. “Y/n, I would give you the moon if I could.

He peppered soft kisses all over your face. On your forehead, your cheeks, your temple, before finally pressing them against your lips. “Why would you think you wouldn't be enough for me?” His voice cracked and it broke you.

You didn't have an answer. You could only shrug and try looking away from him as you fought off the tears that formed in your eyes, only for Keiji to gently direct your face to look in his eyes again.

“You are perfect for me.” He whispered softly to you, pressing his body even closer against yours as he embraced you. “All I want is you.”

©OCHACOCA 2025 | please do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other platforms!

[joelslastofus]

A Texan Heart

Chapter 2 [Chapter 1 linked at the bottom]

Summary: Joel learns new things about your relationship with your father.

Angst, violence, age gap, mention of pregnancy

It had been a few days since you last spoke to Joel, you had seen him around here and there but didn’t have much of a conversation with him. Of course, it didn’t stop him from watching you from afar, moments of your drunken innocent night in his living room flashed in his mind, the feel of your touch, the look in your eye when you were face to face with him, the feel of your breath against him while you sat on his lap.. You didn’t remember that night, or so he thought, for some reason the random thought of sitting on Joel’s lap crossed your mind. You couldn’t tell if it was a dream or if that did actually happen, either way, at the moment you had more serious things to worry about.

That evening Joel stood in his room, protective goggles over his eyes as he worked on carving something for Ellie’s birthday when he heard your voice from outside.

“So what the hell am I suppose to do?!” He looked up out the window to see you in what looked like a tense argument with Henry.

“It’s not my fucking problem, I don’t need this bullshit” He watched as Henry walked away from you without turning back.

“Henry please!” You screamed in tears as he continued to ignore you. Immediately Joel carefully placed his wooden sculpture down on the table and pulled his goggles back over his hair. Never had Joel seen you this distraught.

Rushing out the front door to catch you he suddenly didn’t see you anywhere in sight. Taking a deep breath he walked back up the stairs of his porch before suddenly hearing the sound of you crying. Joel looked up to see you hiding in a small spot between your house and his garage where Ellie stayed.

Crouched down on the floor hugging your knees thinking you were safe where no one could see, you were surprised by the sound of Joel’s voice.

“You alright?”

You quickly stood up wiping away tears.

“Joel-“ you whispered.

“I thought you were on patrol with Ellie, I didn’t think anyone was here” he took a step closer as you looked at him and noticed the goggles pushing back his curls.

“What’s that?” You motioned towards them, anything to take the attention off how he just found you.

“Oh uh-“ he quickly took it off.

“Was makin’ somethin’ for Ellie, uh- her birthdays coming up and-“

“What are you making?”

Joel knew what you were doing, he wasn’t a stranger to this tactic himself, asking questions to distract others. He understood it and played along.

“How about I show you” Joel led the way into his house, his bedroom door open, the sun setting as it shined through the window. A table filled with wooden sculptures , one specific one catching your eye.

“Oh, this is beautiful, Joel”

“For Ellie” he looked down over your shoulder at the wooden figure in your hand before taking a look at you, you could feel his eyes on you and took a deep breath placing the sculpture down.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to go up to himself myself”

“No” you panicked turning to him. That’s when he realized you didn’t look angry, you looked worried, afraid, a lump in your throat you could feel the sting from how much you held your tears back.

“What is it, sweetheart?” His eyes soft, warm, heavy with concern.

“As if seeing him kiss another girl wasn’t enough-“ your eyes met his.

“I..I can’t even say it..” you whispered.

“Did he do somethin’ to ya?” He stepped toward you with an alert look.

“No” you shook your head as you rubbed your eyes. He stood silent giving you a moment to catch your breath, a moment to be able to say whatever it was.

“I…I might be pregnant” his eyes darkened. For some reason it felt like a punch to his gut.

“I mean, I haven’t taken a test yet but I’m late. I’m never late” his brows knit together, all he could think of was how he heard Henry yell at you.

“And you told him this?” His voice thick.

“Is that why that boy was talkin’ to you like that?” You could hear the anger growing in his voice. But he wasn’t angry at you, the thought of you being in such a vulnerable state and being spoken to that way did something to him. You simply nodded and looked down in shame, Joel placed his hands on his hips taking a deep breath.

“That son of a bitch” he whispered making you look up.

“It’s not just his fault, I was stupid enough to give in. I wanted to use a condom but he bitched and moaned about it not feeling the same, I just-“ the more you told him, the angrier Joel became until you began to cry again.

“So stupid” the sight of you in tears easy enough to soften him up.

“C’mere” he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head.

“You ain’t stupid” he whispered. You rested your head against his chest, your hands wrapping around him, his embrace bringing you comfort you needed.

“I was gonna get a test from the clinic earlier, just too afraid to do it” Joel was silent for a moment, his hand resting on your back.

“Want me to be there for that?”

You looked up at him wide eyed.

“I uh…I’d rather be alone. I’ll do it first thing in the morning while my dad’s out on patrol with you, the last thing I need is for him to find out anything.“ you looked to the side lost in the thought before meeting his gaze again, your arms still wrapped around him.

“Don’t-“

“I ain’t sayin’ a word” he assured you looking down at you.

“I meant with Henry-“ his jaw tensed at the simple mention of his name.

“Promise you won’t do anything to Henry”

“Promise” he whispered before you rest your head on his chest again. Joel may have been a close friend of your father’s but somehow he felt more like a friend to you.

~~

The next morning you did as you planned, cutting any conversation with others short as you sped back to your house with the test in hand. After awkwardly peeing on the stick you placed it on the sink beside you afraid to make any eye contact with it.

Pacing back and forth in the small bathroom you knew the test would be ready by now but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. What if it was positive? Yeah sure you’d seen other women have children in Jackson but you never wanted that to be you. Once again insulting yourself for falling for Henry’s charm you took a deep breath and faced the stick sitting face up on the sink. When you finally did look down you almost cried in relief to see only one line.

You weren’t pregnant.

“Oh thank God” you breathed in relief, your hand over your heart racing in your chest.

You couldn’t wait to tell Joel once he returned, a rush of energy you suddenly felt, you decided to go help Tommy at the stables.

“You alright?” Tommy raised his brows looking up at you.

“Yeah why?” You smiled as you brushed your hand over one of the horses.

“Seemed a little off these past few days, I know you were seein’ that kid” you immediately frowned.

“Not that it’s any of my business but you’re better off” Tommy meant what he said, especially after always seeing the kid with a different girl. You dodged a bullet.

“Screw him” you shrugged looking around.

“Probably out and about already with the next one like nothing,”

“Nah, have him out on patrol today” your eyes widened looking back at Tommy.

“Henry is out on patrol?” You asked even though it wasn’t necessarily a question.

“Alex wasn’t feeling too well so I needed Henry to cover” Tommy stared at you strangely noticing how fidgety you became.

Joel was with Henry out on patrol after what you had just shared with him. God you hoped Joel didn’t do anything stupid, you knew how he could get when it came to those he cared for.

“Everything alright?” Tommy’s voice interrupting your thoughts.

“Huh-yeah, sure” you awkwardly grabbed a brush and bucket and went towards one of the horses as your mind went over all the ways this could turn out, not to mention your dad was present with them.

~~

Joel rode his horse in front beside your father as he shared stories Joel had already heard many times before. When your dad was sober, he never seemed to remember all the stories he already rambled about while drunk. Joel wasn’t paying any attention, all he could hear was Henry a few feet back talking with Matt. The two snickering talking about God knows what, whatever it was Joel didn’t like it. The thought of you being back in Jackson panicking taking a pregnancy test and this asshole just laughing with no care in the world pissed him off. God he hoped you weren’t pregnant, not by him.

A few hours into patrol the men came across a stream and decided to take a break to give the horses some water. It was quiet, it had been for some time now, Joel didn’t expect anything especially in that area. Leaning back against a tree he crossed his arms staring at the two young men with the corner of his eye.

Your father excusing himself as he usually did for a bathroom break while Joel stood still, simply listening to their conversation, both men had their back to him when he heard your name.

“What happened, you fucked her and that’s it?” Matt chuckled, Joel’s jaw tensing.

“Listen I just wanted some fun, not my fault she got attached”

Joel could feel the heat in him rising, anger tearing through him as he continued to hear Henry talk about you. He wished he never promised you a thing the day before, it took everything in him to not react.

“What was that about yesterday anyway, saw her crying” Matt asked.

“Oh that, don’t get me started-“

“Careful, kid” Joel whispered to himself listening closely.

“Well what is it?” Matt insisted.

“That bitch thinks she’s pregnant, ain’t got shit to do with me man” Henry shrugged as the two men began to laugh. Joel could feel his switch go off, in that very moment he didn’t give a shit about any promise he made you. He’d take you being mad at him if it meant he put Henry in his place.

“The hell you just say?” Joel called out from where he stood, brows creased. His hands falling loose to his sides as he began to walk their way.

“What? Oh shit-“ The two men turning to him confused not realizing that he could hear what they were saying. Not giving Henry a chance to say another word he yanked him by his collar with both hands and shoved him against a tree.

“Woah Joel, what the hell man!”

“Joel everything alright?” Your father returned as Joel stood still, nostrils flaring.

“You wanna tell him what you were sayin’ about his daughter or should I?” He whispered.

Henry didn’t say a word.

“You better hope she ain’t pregnant, cause I ain’t gonna be too nice next time I see you.” Joel let go taking a step back as Henry and Matt stared at him shocked.

“I hear another word I’m breakin’ your jaw”

“What happened, we alright?” Your father placing an arm around Joel trying to lighten the mood.

“Just fine, ain’t we?” He gave Henry a threatening glare who then just nodded in silence.

“We should be heading back, it’s all clear out here” your father continued.

“Come on-“ he patted Joel’s back noticing he didn’t take his eyes off Henry.

“Let’s get goin’”

“Yeah” Joel took a step back before eventually heading towards his horse.

The ride back to Jackson was silent. Joel rode behind keeping an eye on the two while your father silently wondered what had Joel so pissed. Joel wondered how were doing back in Jackson, his stomach turning at the thought of the test coming out positive, the simple thought of you panicking and him not there to somehow be there for you through it.

Laying in bed reading a book you soon heard the door open from downstairs, your father must’ve been back from patrol.

More importantly, Joel was back.

“Hey, how’d everything go?” You skipped down the stairs to find your dad unpacking in the living room.

“Quiet like we expected, besides Joel, don’t know what the hell got into him.”

You stepped forward raising a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Go to take bathroom break and come back to Joel shovin’ Henry against a tree” your dad chuckled.

“What?” Your stomach turned wondering if Joel said anything, wondering if your father knew just what drove Joel to do that. He couldn’t have, you knew damn well he wouldn’t be acting this way.

“Poor kid didn’t know what to do, shoulda seen his face”

“Did he say why he did that?” You swallowed anxiously.

“No,” your father shrugged, his eyes busy on organizing his backpack.

“He didn’t say much, but I know Joel when he’s pissed. He would’ve done damage, Henry turned into a damn mouse, wasn’t laughing much on our way back. Well, I’m gonna shower, probably have a drink. I’m beat” he walked past you straight to the bathroom. You waited until you heard the door close before walking out the front door and making your way to Joel’s.

With your arms crossed you waited for Joel to open the door, he already knew it was you before seeing you. He figured your father must’ve told you what happened. He was serious when he opened the door, silent leading the way in as you closed the door behind you. He stopped at the counter looking down at the nearly empty cup of whiskey he had, his jaw clenched aching to know if you were pregnant or not.

“It’s negative” you spoke softly, he quickly looked up, a look of relief in his deep eyes. He nodded taking a deep breath before throwing his head back taking the last of his drink and slamming the cup down.

“What the hell was that with Henry, Joel?”

His brows knit he looked up at you rather serious.

“Didn’t hurt him”

“Just scared the shit outta him”

“Good” he turned his back to you placing his cup in the sink.

“Joel, you can’t do things like that-“

“But he can?” He quickly turned back to you.

“You were scared and he knew it, he knew damn well what he was doin’ to ya” you stood silent for a moment realizing how much this mattered to Joel. Realizing this was him being the protective man he knew how to be.

“Well, it’s negative-“

“Good, cause no promise woulda held me back if ya were” you sighed pushing your hands into your pockets. You were simply relieved to be able to put this behind you.

“Look, I appreciate you looking out for me but let’s leave this in the past. Please? ” Joel gave you a simple nod.

“I better go, it’s getting late” before Joel could say another word you quickly walked out.

You didn’t go straight home that night, walking around the town curious if Henry would be where he always was. Of course, that night he wasn’t. Joel must’ve really shaken him up, the thought almost making you chuckle. You knew Henry deserved it.

Close to midnight you got back inside to the sound of 70s rock playing in the background and your dad humming to the music, clearly drunk. But the second he heard the door close he turned off the music.

“Remembered where you live?” Your father asked sarcastically as he lay back in the recliner.

“Was just out getting some air”

“Sure you were” he chuckled before he pushed himself off the seat, stumbling slightly to the side.

“You ok, dad?”

He didn’t respond, slowly walking towards you when he pulled something from a plastic bag on the table.

“Wanna tell me what this is?” The empty box that contained the pregnancy test he threw across the table, your heart sinking, slightly embarrassed.

“Dad-“

“You pregnant?” He casually pulled out a cigarette he must’ve gotten in a trade and lit it up.

“D-“

“Didn’t I tell you, to not mess with these boys” he walked towards you, blowing smoke in your face.

“You messing around with boys like a little slut?”

“Dad, n-“ your father unexpectedly smacked you with such force he knocked you to the ground. The sting making your eyes water, you could taste the blood in your inner lip. He rushed towards you grabbing a hand full of hair making you cry out as he continued to yell in your face. Your hands attempting to cover yourself from whatever else he might do.

“You stupid, good for nothing-“ he took his cigarette and pressed it against the very hand blocking him making you scream louder before he shoved you away.

“This is what you do? Fool around with boys? Is this what we came to Jackson for?! We should leave away from anyone else, that’s what should happen!” He roared before storming off down the hall, he walked into his room and slammed the door shut.

In shock you lay on the floor, fetus position unsure of what to do next or what would happen next. Once you were sure that your father wasn’t going to come back out you slowly pushed yourself to your feet practically stumbling out the front door into the dark night. No one was around, of course not, middle of night it was now pouring rain. The only person you thought of was Joel.

Walking to his house holding your wounded hand close to you, you past the garage where Ellie stayed. Her lights out thankfully, you hesitated walking up his front porch. How stupid you felt coming to him at this time of the night. Taking a deep breath you knocked on the door hoping he would hear it. Of course, it didn’t take much. Joel half asleep opened the door, slight confusion on his face till he turned on his porch light and noticed the handprint your father had left on your face.

“The hell happened?” He pulled you in towards the table, sitting you down before him. The sight of you hurt and in tears enough to wake him up. His hand taking hold of your face getting a better look at the light bruising that was forming on your flesh.

“I’ll kill him this time-“

“It wasn’t Henry” you sobbed, Joel stood up straight taking a step back.

“Who did this?” His brows pulled together, you shook your head looking down unable to speak. Joel could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest, he leaned over you, one hand on the table the other hand on the back of your chair.

“Look at me” he spoke gentle yet stern.

“Tell me who did this, I need you to tell me”

“Joel-“

“He ain’t gonna touch you again if that’s what you’re afraid of, whoever this is, I promise you that” you shook your head again looking away.

“Where’s your dad?” He asked when you slowly looked up at him, simply with your eyes telling him something he couldn’t believe. Joel was silent for a moment, a hard swallow as he balled his hand into a tight fist on the table.

“He did this to you?” Joel’s face so close to yours you saw a change in his eyes you had never seen before. It was as if a switch went off, a dark switch that washed over him. Before you said another word Joel turned quickly grabbing his jacket heading for the door.

“No! No!” You ran quickly blocking his way.

“Y-you can’t do anything, please. He’s still my dad and he-“

“He hurt you” Joel’s lip quivered as he spoke from the heat of the rage building up in him.

“Please, Joel. I just need somewhere to stay for the night, please don’t do anything, please” you begged with tears streaming down your face. Joel stood still for a moment, not moving a muscle. His gaze moving to the red swelling spot on your hand. He grabbed your hand without saying a word taking a close look at it and his jaw tensed.

“He burned you-“

“He hasn’t done this in years-“ you pulled your hand back as Joel’s eyes flickered up to yours. The hell did you mean he hadn’t done this in years? He had hurt you before, he’d hurt you in a way he couldn’t ever imagine having hurt Sarah.

“It’s my fault I- he saw the pregnancy test and freaked out thinking I was pregnant-“

“And what if you were? He woulda hurt cha like this, pregnant?” It was getting hard to control your cries your hands covering your face making Joel’s gaze soften.

“Come here, sweetheart” he pulled you into his chest dropping his coat to the floor. He didn’t give a shit if you were soaked in that moment, your clothes wetting his shirt, all he wanted to do was hold you.

“Come on, let’s get cha in bed” he rubbed your back as you took a deep breath.

“I’ll stay on the couch” you assured him lifting your head from his chest.

“Like hell you will, ain’t no way I’ll have you spend the night on my damn couch. You take my bed, s’alright. Come on, I’ll get cha a change of clothes”

Joel led you up the stairs with his arm around you. Once entering his room you saw his bed still imprinted from when he had just been lying in. His covers rolled to the side from when he first heard you knock, practically jumping out the bed.

You stood in front of it as he went to get you a pair of sweats and gray shirt of his and placed it neatly beside you just as you began to pull the wet sleeves of your hoodie off your arm. He helped pull it over you when your shirt went up and he got a glimpse of your waist, marks that seemed to be of more past burns, you hadn’t noticed him looking at it.

“He hurt cha anywhere else?” He whispered, you noticed where he was looking and quickly pulled your shirt down.

“No” you responded softly before looking at the ground. The thought that one of his closest friends could be doing this to their own daughter, he couldn’t believe. The thought that this was happening to you, he couldn’t live with it. Joel took a step back taking your sweater and handed you a towel, trying his best to keep his thoughts to himself. He knew you loved your father, it was the only reason he stopped himself and still, he could barely hold himself back.

“Uh, I’ll let cha change. You need anything you know where to find me” he began to walk towards the door when your voice stopped him.

“What if Ellie sees me here…tomorrow”

“She knows you’re just as much a friend of mine as your dad-“ he cleared his throat “-as your dad is, it’s fine” he assured you.

You silently nodded as he walked out the door, slowly closing it shut behind him and when he did, more tears fell.

Joel stood still for a moment outside your door, something in him wanting to just take off to your house, break a damn ash tray on your father’s head. But he made you a promise, a promise he wished he hadn’t.

The bed smelled like Joel, the scent of him from his clothes melting into your skin, it somehow relaxed you. It almost felt like you were in his embrace, Joel seemed to be the only man lately that you found yourself trusting with your feelings. He actually seemed to care.

That night Joel didn’t sleep much, his hand on his chest as he lay on the couch staring at the ceiling. He wondered how long he’d missed the signs, you had been in Jackson for a year now and never did he notice anything like this. He had questions, he had anger and he knew tomorrow he would see your father.

[paulyenvol6]

Punishment

Jackson!Joel x female reader

You have angered Joel and now have to face the consequences...

Contains: smut, spanking as a punishment, description of pain, fingering (f receiving), daddy kink, size difference, crying, little bit of angst, use of nicknames like babygirl and princess, fluff, sweetness overload, soft dom!Joel, subby and needy reader, aftercare

Wordcount: 4,528

Masterlist

The sound of Joel's heavy footsteps reverberated against the wall, and your eyes appeared to become more round with each step he took.

You were sat with your back facing him which only gave you more anxiety, but at the same time you felt too scared to turn around. Suddenly, he stopped and it drove you insane because you weren't able to meisure how close he was so you flinched when a large hand came to rest on your shoulder.

"Shh," he made, the sound of his voice only making you more aware of what was about to happen so you felt tears pooling on your waterline.

"Shhh," he whispered again and then ran his hand down your arm. "I'm sorry I'm gonna have to do this, babygirl. You know I don't like it. But you also know that I have to do it, don't you?"

You gave him a slight nod, entangling your hands in your lap and taking a deep breath.

"Yes."

"Tell me why," Joel demanded and brought his second hand to your other arm, gently stroking your hair over your shoulder, but something about the motion made you think it was also a warning.

"Because I misbehaved. And I have to be punished for it."

Joel hummed and trailed his hands down to your elbows where he softly rubbed your skin before his hands slipped to your waist, tracing the side of your breasts with his thumb.

"Tell me what you've done wrong, princess. I wanna know that you're gonna learn from your mistake."

You swallowed hard. This was the worst part because you knew that the expand of his punishment depended on how well you would be able to articulate your wrongdoings and satisfy his angered mind. You had to tell him what he wanted to hear and make sure you already showed him how sorry you were.

"I-I… I was being irresponsible. And mindless. I spent the – the whole night talking to these guys a-and I drank alcohol with them and didn't text you."

Your voice was shaking and you were stuttering in nervousness, but you thought that it might be just what Joel wanted. Showing him how awful and anxious you felt might make him content.

"And why doesn't daddy like it?" he now hissed as his hands reached around your torso to cup your breasts.

"B-Because… Because you just wanna take care of me. And protect me. A-And when I don't text you and drink without you, you – you can't do that."

You whimpered feeling him twist your nipple through your shirt which elicited a deep growl in him.

"That's right. All I want is take care of my pretty girl. Shield her from all the horror in the world. And keep lusty, vile boys away from her who are only after her for one thing and treat her badly."

His big calloused hands ran over the swell of your breast, trailing along your collarbone and then palming your waist again. You softly moaned, your brows tensing and your body starting to relax beneath his touch.

"I'm doing this for you, babygirl. I want my little girl to always feel good and it hurts me to see you sad or frustrated or in pain. Especially when it's 'cause of me. So there you have it… I'm doin' it so you learn to be a good girl and don't repeat your mistakes. It's the only way to make you learn."

You softly nodded although your mind that was so taken by the touch of his hands threatened to drift elsewhere. But Joel, who sensed the way you were beginning to surrender to him soon put a stop to it and withdrew his hands from your body. Without a word he walked around the couch and sank down on it with a quiet groan, the sofa cushions creaking under his weight. Then he petted his thigh.

"Ass up."

It was all the command you needed. Despite your wobbly knees that felt like jelly, you crawled toward him as fast as possible and climbed to lay on top of his thighs, your stomach touching his knees and your ass up high just like he had requested it. You knew what was coming and you knew that it was going to hurt. But part of you, a whiny and longing part of you, just felt good being so close to him, his legs firm beneath you and his hands stroking up and down your back.

He pulled up your top, revealing your bare skin, and then traced a circle on your butt through your short jogging pants.

"I want you to count. An' I want you to be vocal. Give me a good reason to forgive you, alright, babygirl?"

You turned your head, meeting his gaze with big doe eyes that you knew Joel loved to see and nodded.

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry."

You were off to a good start, you knew that. As much as he knew what worked on you, you had grown to know him pretty well, too. Especially when he was angry with you, he liked to see your submissiveness, your obedience to remind him that you were his and that you would take what he gave you without hesitation.

"Face down. And don't you cry, princess. You know that daddy grows all soft on you when he sees your pretty tears. And you and me both have to be tough right now."

He cradled your head, running his fingers through your silky hair before brushing it to the side to kiss a tender kiss to the back of your neck.

"You're just gonna take it like a good girl, make me really proud and happy and then I'm gonna make you feel good, okay?"

You nodded again, your nose nudging against the sofa as you prepared yourself for the inevitable sting spreading on your backside. But before that could happen, Joel had to remove the remaining pieces of clothing hiding you from him and so he did that with slow, but deliberate movements, all while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"I know you're gonna take it so well, princess… And don't you forget that daddy hates to see you in pain and you don't want daddy to feel bad, do ya? So you better behave yourself next time so I don't have to punish you again."

"Yes, daddy," you whimpered, your voice a lot more unstable now, but you had to be good now and not tap out before he had even started.

Faster than you were able to register your pants and underwear were off and a cool breeze touched your naked backside as lightly as a feather. If only his hands would come down on you in a similar way, you thought almost melancholically. Joel was slow and vague in his motions, but you almost considered it cruel. His large palms rubbed your cheeks, pressing down and kneading your flesh like he intended to give you a nice treatment although the both of you knew what was about to happen. That was why the first hit came as such a surprise that you shrieked.

His left had still soothingly caressed your butt which was why you hadn't even noticed his right hand leaving your skin and strike out to smack your bottom. You screeched, but it quickly turned into a whimper, your legs trembling and your body jerking away from him, had Joel not held you securely in his grip.

"Shhh, babygirl. It's alright…"

He rubbed where his hand had come down and traced your shoulderblades with his left hand to distract you from the pain.

"Count," he then said, his voice soft and quiet, but still uncompromising in his order.

"O-One," you stuttered, your eyes squeezing shut as this first slap had been enough to make you fear the upcoming minutes, but somehow Joel still managed to make you strive to be good for him. No, not good, perfect. His perfect princess.

The next hit wasn't as forceful, the sting barely comparable with the first one, but your sensitive skin, that was now already sore and red from the first, horrible strike wasn't helping. You whined and wailed, the cushions not supressing your noises entirely and had you been able to see Joel's face, you would have noticed a deep crease between his brows.

"Two," you whispered, already fearing that he would correct you and demand for you to speak louder, but fortunately he let it slide.

"Good girl," he praised you and gently squeezed the flesh of your thigh.

"I know it hurts, but daddy's gonna make it better later. You just need to go through this now and I know it's not comfortable, but we both know that you deserve it, ain't that right?"

A new slap landed on your backside at his last word and this one reminded you more of the first one, your hips buckling and your body cringing at the sharp ache spreading in your thighs and back.

"Y-Yes…," you sobbed, your mind too far gone to remember that he had asked you to hold back your tears, but what were you to do?

"Three," you quickly added and grabbed a pillow a few inches away from your head to bury your fingers in the soft cotton and find some release.

Simultaneously, you lifted your head to search for his gaze and perhaps find some comfort and love in his eyes, but before you could even make out his face through the veil of tears, Joel had already pressed your head down again.

Four.

Five.

Six.

You didn't even know how you were able to count because you felt that your full attention was focused on bearing the pain and finding a way not to tap out and ask him to stop, but you managed to press out the word after each slap and even attached a little 'I'm sorry, daddy' from time to time.

You were at 11 when Joel finally stopped for a moment and rested his flat palm on your red cheeks that were glowing with his handprint while his left hand carefully yanked your head to the side so he could take a look at your tear-stained face.

"You're doing so wonderful, baby. You see? We're almost done. How much more do you think you deserve?"

Crying, and your body shaking under your sobs, you brought your thumb to your lips to nibble at it while your pupils frantically danced over his face for any sign of what kind of answer he was expecting from you right now. Did he want the truth? Did he want to hear that you felt that you had gotten enough and deserved a break?

"I d-don't know, daddy," you ended up whispering, your voice broken and quiet as if your body was too exhausted to have the strength to raise your voice.

But through all the pain and frustration, there was something else that was almost more taunting. You hadn't even noticed it, but when you shifted your hips, you felt a sticky wetness connecting the insides of your thighs, the smacking sound not lost on Joel either, but he was yet to comment on it. That was for later when you were done.

"How about we do 4 more? Then we have 15. I think that's a suitable number."

You hesitated, your eyes wide as you were still trying to figure out whether this was a trap and he was actually waiting for you to tell him that you thought you deserved more, but his eyes looked soft and truthful and honestly, Joel was much too sweet and caring to fool you like that. So you nodded and crouched closer to his lap where you could feel a prominent bulge pressing up against your stomach.

"Okay, babygirl. We're gonna do it nice 'n' slow. I know it's already been a lot, but we're gonna get through the rest as well, alright? And you remember that I'm not doin' this for no reason, mhm?"

His finger traced the outline of the handprint that was a deep red compared to the rest of your heated pink skin and you jolted away when he briefly squeezed your flesh like a reminder that you were yet to give him an answer.

"Y-Yes. I know, daddy. And I'm sorry, I… I know I m-messed up and I… I'm really sorry."

Tears were drenching the cushions, but Joel didn't care. He just watched you with a sigh, his eyebrows lifted and his heart pounding in his chest as he hit you again with no warning. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible because he hadn't lied when had said that this wasn't a great pleasure for him either. Yes, he was horny and yes, he couldn't wait to touch you between your legs where a pooling heat was waiting for him, but your tears and sobs were a turn-off for him.

The last four spankings happened fast and Joel didn't even stop or punish you further when you forgot to count. By the end, your face was buried right next to his thigh and your fingers grasped at the fabric of his jeans while Joel calmly rubbed your skin that was raw and throbbing with hot sorrow. It was prickling and pulsing, like flames dancing across your backside and although Joel's hand were gentle and careful, even he couldn't fight off the ache. Perhaps he didn't want that, though. Maybe he wanted to give you a reminder of your mistakes for the next few days, so that you would think about them every time you sat down.

"Shhh, babygirl… Yes, that's right, just relax…," he purred, cradling your head and loosely brushing over your back and ass in turns.

"You did it, princess. And you were so good for daddy… Daddy's really proud of you. You made him really happy… You think you can turn around for me?"

You melted at the sound of his voice, a low rasp threading through his words that felt like honey coating your sore body. It awakened a need to be closer to him which was why you followed his voice and turned your head.

"There ya go…," he instantly praised you and brought a hand that felt like the size of a bear paw to your face to gently cup it. He wiped away the drops of tears with his thumb until your face was clean and only then cleared his throat.

"How are you feelin', princess? Talk to daddy."

Your lips formed a pout as you stared into space, your mind too blank to figure it out on your own which was why Joel chuckled lowly.

"You need water? Or food? A hot bath?"

You thought about it for a moment, but were quickly distracted by the desire simmering between your legs, the heat blooming in your belly, but making its way up to your chest where your nipples were hard and stiff against Joel's clothed thigh.

"Need… You," you coughed and tightened your grip on his jeans.

"How do you need me, princess? Need to talk to me in order for me to make it better."

He exhaled as you were yet unable to give him clear instructions and slid his hand over your side.

"C'mon now, baby. Do you need me to fuck you? Or finger you? Or… eat your 'lil pussy? Or do you just wanna cuddle? I want my perfect princess to feel good now so whatever it is, baby, I'll give it to ya."

A warm shudder went to your body at his words, the comfort and love in his voice drowning out every feeling of discomfort all of a sudden. It was like the ache was long gone even though it was still lingering in your limbs and stretching across your ass like an unstoppable wildfire, but there were more important things to focus on now.

"Don't want you to fuck me. Want your fingers, daddy," you muttered and Joel rejoiced, hearing your voice that was thin and sounded like you were on the verge of crying, but at least you were communicating with him.

"Okay, babygirl. Daddy's gonna give you his fingers. Do you mind turning on your back though?"

A loud cry of resistance immediately escaped your mouth at the questions, the thought of your ass touching the couch painful in your head, but Joel leaned in to kiss the side of your head right next to your ear.

"Now, now… I'm not gonna make you do anythin' you don't like, love. As I said, I want you to feel good now… 'Cause you took your punishment so well. But I can't reach your sweet pussy very well if you're on your stomach. C'mon, let's just give it a try."

What were you supposed to say about that? You pursed your lips, your eyes round and prepared for the sting to fully return, but Joel was so careful when he took hold of your waist and eased you into a turn. He firmly held on to you and lowered you so slowly that you only twitched for a moment when your ass connected with the surface of the couch, but as quick as the pain had shot through your flesh, it already vanished again.

"Good girl," he coaxed, quickly gliding a hand between your legs as if to distract you from any discomfort you might feel.

"Mhmmm she's droolin' for me," Joel breathed as he trailed two fingers through your slit and felt all logic drown under his unimaginable desire to feel more of you. Bury his fingers inside of you, squeeze out more of your sweet noises and become one with you. He traced your pussy lips, coating them with your arousal and then circled your hole, not quite giving in yet and focus on your throbbing clit.

His eyes were on your pussy, but his left hand had started to play with your chest that was heaving heavily and looked so delicate and pretty from this view. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, drew patterns across the swell of your breasts and kneaded them with his palms which felt so good that you fell into a hazy, drowsy bubble of pleasure, embracing and hugging you like warm sunshine prickling on your skin on a lazy afternoon in the garden.

"Daddy," you whimpered and closed your legs around his wrist when he finally connected his thumb with your clit for the first time. Your sore butt caused you to lay completely flat and motionless because any shifting or buckling would create irritating friction with the couch. That was why you had to withstand his teasing and taunts without being able to do anything about it. He was so terribly slow and careful like he was doing it for your well-being although all you wanted was for him to rub your clit with two fingers and give you what you certainly knew he was capable of giving you.

"Daddy," you whinged and clung to the wrist of his left hand.

"I know, babygirl… I'm gonna give it to ya. Just need you to be a little patient, okay? It's gonna be nice, you're gonna like it. I promise."

He gave you a genuine smile and you honestly couldn't find anything mocking about it so you kept your next words to yourself and instead chose to close your eyes. The corner of Joel's lips curled as he looked between your beautiful, but very tense face and your pussy.

He watched you precisely when he eventually gave you a little more and circled your swollen clit – still slowly, but right where it itched so badly. You yelped and buried your fingers in his underarm, but it turned into a 'fuck' when your backside brushed over the couch, your hips too eager to remember the state of your cheeks.

"Easy, babygirl," Joel soothed you and suddenly prodded two fingers into your quivering hole, sighing as your tight walls fluttered around his digits and his dick twitching when he imagined it wasn't his hand, but his manhood stretching you.

"Jesus…" Joel cursed under his breath and sped up the pace at which he was drawing his thumb around your clitoris. His movements were sloppier now that his mind was clouded by hunger and lust, but he was still so skillful and attentive in how he touched you.

"Yes, baby… Lemme hear ya. I know your pussy likes it so much, she's soaking my hand. Lemme hear how good it feels."

A high-pitched whimper escaped your throat, your eyes bulging as he curled his fingers inside of you and searched for your sweet spot with his fingertips.

"Yeah… There we go…," Joel chuckled when he saw in your face that he had found it and began with slow, careful thrusts, like he was still exploring your body and like he hadn't had his fingers in there for a million times already.

Your face tensed, your brow wrinkling while his thumb didn't slow down the slightest and soon pleasure was so overwhelming, you didn't know what you were saying any longer.

"Daddy. S-So… good…"

The pain was forgotten and so was the fact that your ass was red and aching which was why you rolled your hips in accordance to Joel's thrusts, meeting his movements. He laughed at the picture, satisfied with the way he had managed to fully make you forget about the punishment and it only motivated him further to bring you unimaginable joy.

"You gonna cum soon, princess? You wanna soak my hand with your sweet juices?"

You bent your neck, looking down to where his large hand kneaded your breast and you almost lost your mind at the difference in size between his palm and your torso. He followed your gaze, chuckling deeply and then moved his hand to your face and pushed two fingers inside of your mouth without any warning. Your eyes sprang open, your brows pinching together and you almost choked in surprise.

"Easy… You like that? Takin' my fingers and suckin' like a good girl?"

The fact that you wouldn't be able to answer even if you wanted to, heated up his chest and he felt his insides clench with sheer arousal. You hummed something, but Joel was almost sure that it was only mindless stuttering.

Then your eyelids slammed close and he knew you were about to cum. After all those months of dating he would have been able to name the signs in his sleep and the way your face twisted was only one of them. Your knees bent, your heels digging into the cushions and your chest rising as pleasure took over.

"C'mon, babygirl, yes… Cum for daddy. He's the only one who can make you feel that way, mhm?"

He slightly withdrew his fingers in your mouth so he didn't risk having you gag on him while riding out your orgasm, his fingers pumping your pussy and his thumb unwavering around your clit that was throbbing and pulsing with pleasure. Your belly stirred with a needy hot ache, but the most beautiful kind. The kind that made your eyes roll in the back of your head and goosebumps appear across your arms.

"F-Fuck… daddy," you wailed, your body trembling in a way that would have scared Joel in any other situation, but right now it was the most beautiful sight he could imagine. It was what he lived for. It was his life's purpose. Making you feel good, seeing sheer pleasure and joy written all over your face and right now it was just what he needed after the intense punishment he had given you.

"You're bein' such a good 'lil girl for your daddy," Joel purred, sounding quiet and soft like a pigeon and you shivered with a wave of satisfaction as the effects of your high slowly began to die down. You didn't mind though because while you couldn't imagine feeling better than at the peak of your orgasm, what awaited you now wasn't too bad either. Joel gave you an honest and broad smile as he watched your face, his eyes radiating warmth and home and he almost seemed amazed by what he had just seen.

"You look so pretty. So perfect, my princess," he murmured as he leaned down to cover your shoulders and face with kisses. You giggled softly and then stretched your limbs, feeling exhausted and limp from the intense past hour.

"I know, I know, baby," he noticed your tiredness and slipped a hand around your waist to pull you up and hold you against his chest. Your body was pliant in his arms, but you had full confidence that he was able to keep you up on his own and so it happened. Joel adjusted you in his lap like you weighed nothing and stopped every few seconds to press affectionate kisses everywhere he could reach. The position you ended up in was across his lap, but this time his left arms securing your shoulders and upper back held you up while his right was situated on your hips.

"You did so amazing, princess. How are you feelin'?"

"I'm good," you yawned open-mouthedly and then focused on him, your lids fluttering as the drowsiness threatened to pull you over the edge any moment now.

"You need some sleep, mhm? I'll get you to bed, babygirl… I love you so much and I never wanna punish you like that again. All I want to do to you is kiss ya and hold you in my arms and make you cum over and over again. And if you obey me, I will never have to do something like that again."

He had risen to his feet while saying those words and now that he watched your weak body completely lifeless in his arms, he wondered if you had heard him or if you were already asleep. Joel grinned, carefully stroking a strand of hair out of your face. Then, making sure he didn't wake you, he set one foot in front of the other, heading to his bedroom and carrying you to the big four-poster bed.

When your back touched the mattress you were already far away with your thoughts, perhaps running over a flower meadow with Joel's hand firm around yours. Or in a armchair in front of a warming and crackling fire, which – together with Joel's broad body snug against yours – protected you from the cold outside. Or maybe you were cooking in the kitchen, Joel behind you and his hands tight on your hips while your eyes were peeking over your shoulder and the two of you were breaking into laughter.

Whatever it was, the dream made your lips curl into a gentle smile which Joel noticed with a flutter of his heart when he lay down next to you.

The moon outside shone on you, brightening your face with a quiet, white light that looked almost like liquid silver on your skin.

But Joel didn't see it.

His eyes were closed and his breathing became regular and steady as he drifted off to sleep and joined you in your vivid, luminous dreams far away.

[m-jelly]

Hey jelly how are you? can I request for milf reader and dilf Levi where they both are divorced but reader got into a relationship and he isn’t treating my good sis right so here comes Levi being the actual man that shows her how a queen should be treated

The right one

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU, romance.

Levi and you are both single parents who divorced your old partners. You're trying to date, but it's not going well and Levi is a good friend due to your kids getting on perfectly. Levi comes to your aid when your boyfriend acts up.

Levi softly smiled as his daughter Dahlia got on so well with your son Evan, the two of them always got on when they first met at a soft play place and they'd have play dates together. Levi wanted the play dates to turn into real dates with you, but he wasn't sure how to approach you and arrange something. So, he simply became the dad-friend.

The kids were only two and their other parent was not involved at all. Levi had left his wife because she was a cheater and didn't care about her daughter Dahlia at all. You had left your husband because he was having affairs and believed in a lot of dangerous things that were too toxic for your sweet son. You and Levi were healing and your kids were happy to have one parent and the support network was incredible.

"Are you serious!?"

Levi's eyes flicked up to your current boyfriend, who'd only been on a few dates with you and you had confided in Levi it wasn't working and you were ending it. However, this asshole wasn't taking no for an answer and showed up to your play date at your home.

You hushed him. "Not here, I don't want fighting in front of my kids."

"Kids!? You only have one! You see that man's daughter as yours? Or is she yours, huh?"

Levi petted the heads of the kids and smiled. "Wait here, be good." He strolled over to you as you desperately tried to control the situation. Levi grabbed the man's upper arm before he could swing for you, yanked him into a side room and slammed him against the wall. His eyes darkened as he spoke. "Listen here, you shit stain, if you ever touch that woman I will rip your cock off and make you choke on it, got it?"

The man shook against the wall. "Y-Yes."

"Now, I do believe she broke up with you a week ago, so fuck off."

He slipped from Levi and ran. "She's not worth it! Dumb MILF!"

You flipped him off. "Dick." You released a long sigh and turned to Levi. "Thanks for the help. You're always there to save the day when it comes to me." You hummed a laugh. "My brave knight. I should reward you." You gulped hard as he walked closer. "Levi?"

Levi slipped his arms around you, pulled you against his body and pressed his lips against yours. He'd been desperate to kiss you for so long and now he was finally doing it. As soon as you kissed him back and gripped him, he tugged you against him so your body moulded to his. His tongue slipped into your mouth as a fire burned between the two of you. The heat ignited as a desire locked away wanted to explode.

Giggling broke the romantic moment and made you both pull from each other and look down at your kids, the two of them laughing because they saw the two of you kissing. Levi chuckled making you laugh at the sweet scene.

Levi cleared his throat. "Ah, so um..."

You nibbled your lip and smiled. "Yes, I like you a lot. I don't think it'll take me long to say the L word."

"Me too. F...fudge...I adore you so much. I've been trying to ask you on a f...fun date for a while."

You snorted a laugh at Levi trying to stop himself from swearing. "Well, I look forward to a date. So, about today...do you want to stay over?"

Levi's cheeks burned. "I would like that."

"I'll cook dinner and...you know..."

He cleared his throat. "I would like that a lot."

Dahlia grinned. "Daddy? Is Evan my brother?"

Levi gulped hard. "Ah, well."

You hummed and rubbed Levi's back. "Soon?"

Levi smiled at you. "Yeah, soon."

Dahlia jumped up and down. "YAY!"

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

The ×× Side of a Sengoku Idol

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

It came out of nowhere.

Ranmaru: "Hey, are you not really interested in me?"

Mai: "Huh? Interested?"

Ranmaru: "Yeah, interested."

Ranmaru nodded and repeated the word, fixing his gaze on me like he was waiting for an answer.

(What's that supposed to mean?)

He's popular around the castle—friendly, easy to talk to, and always chatting with me.

Just like today, he'd show up with some idle gossip from Azuchi Castle.

(I don't have a single bad impression of him. If anything, I'd say I like him. So yeah, I am interested. But did I come off like I wasn't?)

(Did I do something that made me seem cold?)

I couldn't think of anything, but I started feeling anxious anyway.

And that anxiety made my lips move before I could stop them.

Mai: "I'm interested! Totally!"

Mai: "That's why I want to know more about you."

Ranmaru: "Really? I'm glad to hear that."

Ranmaru: "Guess I'll tell you everything about me today ♪"

As soon as he said that, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the castle and straight into town.

Ranmaru: "Whoa, it's packed today. If we're not careful, we might get separated."

Ranmaru: "Wanna hold hands? Just to be safe."

Mai: "Huh? Oh—"

Before I could say anything, his fingers slid naturally around mine.

Ranmaru: "Hehe. I held your hand before you even said yes."

Ranmaru: "Since we're out together, I don't want to lose you in the crowd."

Mai: "Y-Yeah. You're right."

(So cute.)

The way Ranmaru happily squeezed my hand made my heart tighten.

(I never knew someone could be this adorable just by being naturally clingy—no matter their gender.)

(They make you want to spoil them—like you'd say yes to whatever they asked for.)

We walked through town, enjoying the stroll together.

(When he said he'd tell me all about himself, I kind of panicked for a second—but I guess I was just overthinking.)

(It's okay. He's still the same Ranmaru as always.)

I still didn’t really get why he asked if I was interested in him, but judging by how he was acting, it probably wasn't anything to worry about.

(Alright, enough thinking.)

(We're on a date, so I might as well enjoy it.)

Mai: "Hey, Ranmaru. It looks a bit livelier over that way. Let's check it ou—"

Drunken man: "Well, well, what's this? A sweet little date in broad daylight? Must be nice."

(Ugh, he reeks of alcohol. This guy is definitely drunk.)

Drunken man: "Huh? What's with the silence? You think you're too good to talk to someone like me?"

Drunken man: "Strutting around with some weak-looking pretty boy, huh?"

Ranmaru: "........."

(Now he's trying to pick a fight with Ranmaru.)

I quickly let go of Ranmaru's hand and stepped between them, shielding him from the aggressive drunk.

But that split-second move of mine seemed to rub him the wrong way.

Drunken man: "What's your problem, girl? You lookin' down on me or something?"

Mai: "What? No, of course not—"

(This is bad. He's so drunk, there's no way we can talk this out.)

(What should I do? I need to get Ranmaru out of here before this escalates.)

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai, please stand behind me."

(Huh?)

He tugged gently at my sleeve, then stepped in front of me to shield me with his back.

Ranmaru: "Sorry. She's a little shy. She gets nervous when strangers suddenly talk to her."

Ranmaru: "But maybe you should move along. Look—there's someone over there glaring at you."

Ranmaru: "Making a scene like this in broad daylight could get you in trouble. People might get the wrong idea."

Drunken man: "Hah?"

The man scowled and looked around.

Drunken man: "Tch."

Noticing all the eyes on him, he sobered up just enough to realize what he was doing and stomped off, grumbling.

(He handled that way better than I did.)

As I stood there, stunned, Ranmaru turned around with a smile.

Ranmaru: "Geez. Leave that kind of thing to me, okay? You're not allowed to make risky moves like that anymore."

Mai: "Sorry. I just felt like I had to protect you. I acted without thinking."

Ranmaru: "Huh? Protect me?"

Ranmaru tilted his head, looking clearly confused.

Ranmaru: "I may not look like it, but I'm actually pretty strong. Even if the guy's bigger than me, I wouldn't lose that easily."

Ranmaru: "So next time something like that happens, let me be the one to protect you, Lady Mai."

(----!)

That confident smile of his made my heart skip a beat.

(Just a second ago, I was thinking how cute he was.)

But with just one change in expression, he completely shattered that image.

Ranmaru: "Oh? You just thought I looked cool, didn't you?"

Mai: "What?"

(He saw right through me.)

He let out a chuckle, clearly enjoying my reaction.

Ranmaru: "Did you think I was just the 'cute' type?"

We were already standing close, but somehow, he leaned in even closer.

Ranmaru: "There's actually a reason I asked you earlier if you were interested in me."

Ranmaru: "Getting pampered is nice and all, but lately... it just hasn't been enough."

Ranmaru: "I wanted you, and only you, to see every side of me."

Ranmaru: "So you'd start thinking about me more and more."

Mai: "W-Why would you want that…?"

Ranmaru: "Hmm. Who knows?"

Ranmaru: "Anyway, if you're really interested, stay close. Don't take your eyes off me, okay?"

Those mischievous gray eyes locked onto mine, so close I couldn't look away.

And when he saw how flustered I was, a smug grin spread across his face.

Ranmaru: "Hehe. You're looking at me differently now, aren't you?"

Ranmaru: "Too late to back out now, Lady Mai."

[evansbuckle]

Mechanic!SingleDad!Bucky Barnes AU.

This is my first time writing a fic since like 2021, but I haven't been able to get this out of my head for the entire day, so please, enjoy. Likes & reblogs are always appreciated <3

Word Count: At least 20 for sureeeee!

Warnings: There's brief swearing, brief mentions of death and parental abandonment. Reader is referred to as y/n, with she/her pronouns, and has curly hair. Bucky's a dad? I'm pretending I know how cars work + bad grammar (i have a creative writing degree and still can't tell if the full stop goes after a speech mark or before)

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Grease, Part One.

It was one thing to have a car breakdown on you. It was another thing for it to happen at half eleven. In the evening. Outside a garage. That was shut. 

“C’mon don’t do this to me, man,” I begged the car as I hit the steering wheel, and tried the engine again to no prevail, “I’m gonna sell you, I swear.” 

I looked at the garage my car broke down outside of, eyes narrowing in on the “CLOSED” sign on the door. I could see a faint light inside, and there was a nagging in the back of my head that drove me to knock on the door. It was barely thirty seconds before a greased up man opened the door. 

“We’re closed.” He gruffed out, wiping his hands on what looked like a vest.

“I know, and I swear I usually wouldn’t do this but my car just stopped and I don’t really know what’s wrong with it and I’m here, and please?”

“What are you asking me to do exactly?” The man asked, amused.

“Well, realistically what can you do with it right now?”

“I can push it into the garage and ask you to come back in the morning, where I’ll be able to tell you what’s wrong with it.”

“Are you serious?” I looked at him with a level of shock in my eyes that he clearly wasn’t expecting, as he sort of grimaced at me, like he was uncomfortable. 

“Nine in the morning.” His tone was stone-cold, so I thanked him again, gave him my car key, got my bag and left, walking home. It didn’t take long to get back to my apartment, twenty minutes, ten if you run because it’s the middle of the night and you’re scared. I was greeted by a series of barks and leg rubs as I walked in, leaning down to pet the giant dog that was at my feet, “Hi Cheryl.” 

It didn’t take long to get ready for bed either, I speed-ran feeding the dog, getting changed and brushing my teeth, not really wanting to waste time considering I had work in the morning. As I lied in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about the man who opened the door.

I didn’t realise I’d fallen asleep until my alarm rang, signalling it was time to get ready for work. I walked into my kitchen to the smell of my coffee machine doing Gods work, and the dog asleep on the floor. I reached over to pet her head as I poured myself a cup, downing it almost instantly. It wasn’t nice when drank all at once, but the energy boost was always welcome. I brushed my teeth, got changed, fed Cheryl, and left for work. 

Opening shifts at the coffee shop were always my favourites. Me on my own, and the music I choose, having a slow hour before the day. I opened the cafe, letting the few early-waking elderly come in and order their usual pots of tea and pastries, taking my time with them. The time flew by, as it often does when old ladies are recounting their youth to you, and I left my coworkers on their own to go see a man about a car. 

*

The bell above the door gave away my presence as I walked into the garage, the smell of grease and petrol almost knocking me clean out. I scan around the room before I see the brunette from last night, making my way over to him. 

“Uh, hi,” I said, awkwardly waiting for him to turn round.

“Oh,” he checked his watch, “right on time.” All I could think to do was nod at him, waiting expectedly. 

He cleared his throat before carrying on, “so, the problem is your engine. Can’t tell the main cause, but it seems like it overheated. You also need your brake belt replaced.”

“Right, sure.” The far off look on my face must’ve given away my cluelessness as he carried on.

“I’m gonna replace your engine, because it short-circuited basically. Got too hot and broke which meant your car couldn’t start.”

I opened my mouth to reply before I felt a little hand poking my leg. I jumped a little, entirely focused on the man in front of me to notice the carbon copy of him, just with blonde curly hair, standing at my feet. 

“Hi! I’m Becky!” The little voice called out next to me. I crouched down next to her, “Hi Becky, I’m Y/N.” I offered my hand, she didn’t hesitate to take it in hers and give it a shake. “Wow, Becky, gotta say I think that’s the firmest handshake I’ve had in a while. You clearly mean business.” She nods at me, then runs over to the man in front as I stand back up. 

“Daddy, she’s got hair like me.” She whispered to him. The man looked up at me, taking in the curls on my head that I hadn’t bothered to try with today. He nods, “Yeah, sugar, she’s got curly hair like you.” She turned back to me, holding out a colouring book, “Do you wanna see my colouring? It’s princesses.” 

The man looks at me taken aback, “You can,” he says, “I’ve gotta fill out some paperwork for your car anyway.” 

Becky leads me into a little office in the back of the garage, the place covered in scribbly drawings, all signed “Rebecca Barnes” at the bottom. We sit on the floor and she flicks through the book, showing me her favourites.

“Becky, what’s your dads name?” I ask her while she points out a green unicorn. 

“Bucky.” She giggles.

“Yo-your dads name is Bucky? And he named you Becky?”

“Technically, I named her Rebecca. And my name is James,” Bucky smiles at his daughter from the doorframe he’s leaning on, “my middle name is Buchanan, so everyone calls me Bucky.”

I snort, “your middle name is Buchanan?”

“Don’t laugh,” he chuckles, “my parents were old fashioned.” I can’t help but let out the laugh building in my chest as I take in the attractive man standing a few feet away from us. Easily six foot, and covered in grease, it made sense he’d have a daughter by now. My thoughts weren’t finished fully forming before Becky runs off to another mechanic.

“She’s sweet,” I say, watching her potter about, “how old is she?”

“Too old,” he looked at her with a soft glimmer in his blue eyes, “she turns six in a couple months.” He turned back to me now, “you know she doesn’t take to strangers often. Usually takes her, like, three interactions with someone to warm up to them.”

There’s something warm blooming in me at the thought of this girl taking kindly to me and it makes me smile. “I used to work at a kindergarten, maybe that’s why.” He chuckles, a deep sound, raspy, “yeah maybe she can smell the teacher-vibe.”

He walks around me, going to sit at the desk, grabbing a form and quickly scribbling on it before standing in front of me again. “So, technically this was just a consultation, ‘cuz I didn’t do any actual work on it so I’m not charging you for this,” he thrusts the form toward me, “I do need you to fill this out though so I can start on it today. It’s just basics, phone number, email, all that.”

I nod at him, my face scrunching up at the price written at the bottom of the paper, and I don’t get a chance to voice myself before he interrupts. 

“It’s steep, I know. But we need to buy you a whole new engine.” 

“No I get it, it’s just, you know, it doesn’t make it any less scary.” I lean forward on the desk, filling out the rest of the form, handing him the paper. 

“It should be around a week, but I’ll keep you updated as I go.” 

“Thanks,” I say, looking him in the eyes “Not just for this but for taking it in last night, I think you literally saved my life.”

He chuckles again, “I don’t know if I’d go that far.” A faint blush creeps up on his cheeks. 

“I would Bucky, seriously. I think a lot of people would’ve just told me to fuck off and come back in the morning, so, thank you,” I turn around to start leaving, “you should come by Cafe Cloud sometime, have a coffee on me, you know, if you want.” 

I don’t give him a chance to reply, waving bye to Becky and walking back to work. 

*

Getting settled back into work was nothing short of horrid. Two machines broken, the register jammed, and the staff bathroom in  disarray. The next seven hours sped by, but not in the good way, in the way that left your head pounding and your feet burning. We were open still, but by now the crowds had gone, and the only people left were students who had their faces buried in laptops. The little bell above the drew my attention, as I watched Bucky walk up to the counter.

“Hey,” he said, voice rough, “I’m taking you up on that coffee if it still stands.”

“Course it does, what would you like?”

“Filter’s fine, thanks.”

I nod, “take a seat I’ll bring it out to you.”

It doesn’t take long for the filter to brew, and while it does I bring Bucky his cup and saucer, setting it down. While I grab the carafe, I grab him a blueberry muffin too. Filling up his coffee, I set the muffin down in front of him. 

“Oh I didn’t-”

“I know, but it’s end of day. It’s either give them away or throw them out. They’ll be getting some too,” I nod around to the other 3 people left in the cafe. “Shout if you want more.”

“Actually, I uh,” he starts, looking pained at the fact he’s speaking “I wondered if you wanted to sit with me, if you’re not busy or anything.”

“Sure, just give me a second.” I turn around and walk back behind the counter, pouring myself a cup and making sure my co-worker was okay on her own, before sitting down with Bucky. 

“I just, I don’t know, what I’m doing here actually.”

I raise my eyebrows at him, laughing at his facial expression, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

“I wasn’t going to come, but then I thought, Becky’s at a friends for dinner, and I don’t really wanna sit at home on my own, so I’m here now and I’m blabbing your ear off.” He laughs a little at himself, taking a sip of his coffee, “Shit this is good, what the hell?”

I laugh at the change in his attitude as I watch him take another sip, “On your own? Becky’s mum not home?”

His face contorts into something unreadable while he splits the muffin in half, pushing one half to me, keeping the other for himself. “Ah no, she uhm, she’s not really around, anymore. Not for a while now.”

My face scrunches up at his revelation, “Damn, I’m sorry. Is she still with us?”

Bucky chokes on his coffee, “Yeah, yeah she’s still kickin’ somewhere. She just,” he shrugs, wiping at his mouth with a napkin, “decided she didn’t want anything to do us so she left.” 

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“That must’ve been awful, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, “Honestly she’s been gone for longer than she was around. It feels a little like it’s always just been me and Becky against everything else.” His face lights up a little at the mention of his daughter, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. “I don’t think she really remembers her mum anyway, or at least she’s real good at pretending she doesn’t.” 

“How long has it been just you two?”

“About four years.”

I think for a second, “If Becky does remember her mum then it’s probably very little anyway. Don’t think kids really start having conscious thoughts until they’re about two. You tried asking her?”

He shakes his head no, and finishes off picking at his half of the muffin, “I keep meaning to, I just, I don’t want to make her sad, make her feel like she’s missing out on what other kids have, you know?” He looked at me then, his stormy-blue eyes looking mine. 

“I don’t think you’d make her sad, as long as you were careful about the reason why her mum left. As for the missing out, she’s going to feel like that anyway,” I hold my hands out in front of me at the horrified look on his face, “Maybe not now, and hell maybe I’m incredibly wrong and she’ll never feel like that, but when I was a teenager and I didn’t have my mum around, I was so jealous of my friends it was ridiculous.”

“Your ma leave you too?”

“Not voluntarily. She passed when I was about ten. So when I was a little older and discovering literally everything, it made me angry at the world, ‘cuz why did everyone else get a mum that lived but me? You know?” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I lost my parents too, a while ago. It’s not easy.”

I shake my head, “no it’s not, but my point is it’s probably going to happen to Becky too. I just wonder if it would be any consolation to her if you talked about her mum more. But again, it’s not really my place to say, so please, ignore me.”

By now the last of the customers had gone, and it was just me, Bucky and my coworker Morgan left in the place. Bucky and I had  spent the last two hours talking about nothing, and I ended the day feeling like I’d made a new friend, even if he was almost twenty years older than me. He sat and watched as Morgan and I closed, laughing here and there at our music choices and berating us when we got distracted. 

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” I say to Bucky, my work apron now off, bag on my shoulder.

He opens the door for me, letting me out first. 

“So, I’m up a couple blocks that way,” I point up the road. “It was nice to see you again, and please, come by anytime.” I start to walk off but I don’t get very far before a strong hand wraps around my arm, stopping me in my tracks. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Going home?”

“You’re walking?”

“Well my car is under your care so unless you’d like me to somersault home.”

“I’ll drive you.” 

Bucky doesn’t give me time to respond, placing one arm softly on my back, barely perceptible, as he guides me across the street to his jeep. He opens the passenger door, and gives me his hand as he helps me in, shutting the door and walking round to his side. I give him the address, and we drive off, but not before he grumbles about the part of town I’ve chosen to live in.

It takes us all of three minutes to drive back to my apartment.

“Do you wanna come up, for a glass of water or anything?”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

He opens my car door, letting me step out and walk us over to the building. I lead him up the stairs and down the hall to my door. I wince as I realise I’d forgotten about the St Bernard currently waiting for me.

“Any chance you’re scared of dogs?”

“Not at all. Why?”

I smile as sweetly as I can, opening the door and walking in to meet Cheryl, the dog currently jumping up and down at the sight of her owner. I pet her, holding her by the collar as Bucky shuts the door. 

“Bucky, meet Cheryl. Cheryl,” I kneel down, scratching behind her ears, “You be the good girl I know you are, this is Bucky, he’s no danger.”

Cheryl tentatively walks to Bucky, who’s holding his hand out for her to sniff and get used to. She sniffs for a few seconds, before flopping down onto her back, inviting Bucky to rub her belly. I laugh at her, but the sight of Cheryl getting along with Bucky makes my chest feel oddly warm. I go to pour him a glass of water and leave it on the kitchen island. 

“Hey sweet girl,” he talks to Cheryl, “You’re gorgeous aren’t you?” Cheryl barks playfully, 

“Yeah you are, attagirl.” He pets her head again before standing up and walking back over to me, taking a sip of the water.  

“Cheryl?”

There’s a sheepish smile on my face as I say, “I used to love Cheryl Cole. It felt right.”

He laughs then, the lines by his eyes evident when he does. He puts the glass of water down as he walks around the apartment, taking it in, the dog trailing behind him, tail wagging furiously.

It isn’t fancy, by any means. The kitchen and living room were right there when you walked in, and there was one bedroom and one bathroom. But after a few coats of a warm yellow paint, a few days of bookshelf building, and hours of various trinket organising, it had become home. 

Bucky stood by a shelf of records, taking his time looking through them. “Radiohead?” he scoffs playfully, rolling his eyes, “Let me guess, you’re a creep? A weirdo even?”

I can’t help but laugh at him, walking over to stand by his side. I take the vinyl out of his hands and put it back on the shelf, “leave me alone, I think they’re good. There are literal millions of people who agree with me.”

He turns to face me, arms crossed over his chest. “There are also millions of people doing crystal meth. That doesn’t make it good.” He laughs at my reaction then, tipping his head back and placing his hand on his stomach. 

When he finally composes himself, his gaze settles on my face. I physically watch his eyes as they take in all my features, from my hair to my eyes, to my nose, my lips. His gaze doesn’t drop any further, but it takes a while for him to look back into my eyes and when he does, his own have grown darker.

“I should go,” he says, clearing his throat. “It’s getting late and I still need to pick up Becky so,” his voice trails off as he walks to the door. 

He opens it, then turns around, “thank you for tonight, I needed that.” 

I offer him a smile as he leaves, and I move to lock my door. Cheryl runs up to me, panting and her tail wagging. I kneel down to give her a kiss, whispering to her “I think I may have just met your dad.”

[pollka1]

They're creepy and they're kooky

Summary — Hannah has the phase and Josh doesn't like it.

...

Hannah stared at herself in the mirror chewing her lip.

Thick black eyeliner. Black lipstick. Smudged eyeshadow that took way too long to do. Her hair was straightened. She even threw on a choker she found. It had a tiny silver bat on it. Iconic.

She was approximately two seconds away from spiraling.

hannah: u up

hannah: come upstairs

hannah: i did a thing

hannah: and you’re not allowed to laugh

Beth replied with one word.

beth: omw

When Beth stepped into the bathroom, she choked on her drink.

Hannah immediately turned away. “Nope. Forget it. You don’t get to see me. This is a mistake. God is punishing me for thinking I could pull this off.”

Beth coughed, trying to recover. “No no no no. Wait. You actually look—hold on—I just wasn’t expecting—jeez, Han!”

Hannah side-eyed her through black eyeliner. “Was that a compliment?”

Beth grinned. “Depends. Did you mean to look like you’re summoning demons?”

Hannah let out a strangled noise. “You do hate it.”

“I didn’t say that! I said you looked like a vampire. That’s different.”

“I feel like I just got insulted and complimented at the same time.”

Beth was still staring. “I mean, it’s kind of a serve? Like, ‘hey boys, I’ll curse you and ruin your bloodline’ kind of thing.”

“Not what I was going for, but thanks.”

Beth glanced at her phone and then smirked.

beth: get your ass up here

beth: emergency

beth: han's gone full goth

beth: bring holy water

Hannah's eyes widened. “Beth. Don’t.”

Too late.

Stomp stomp stomp

Josh barreled up the stairs like a raccoon on energy drinks, turned the corner, and stopped dead in the doorway.

He blinked.

He blinked again.

“Oh. My. God.”

He backed up a step like he was being hunted.

“Who—WHAT—is that? What did you DO?!”

Beth was already laughing.

Hannah groaned. “Can we not start with the dramatics?”

Josh, already holding his chest like he was on the verge of cardiac arrest, gasped so loudly he nearly inhaled a moth. “I swear to Christ I just saw a demon. Did you sell your soul? Did Satan have a sale?!”

Hannah rubbed her temples. “It’s just makeup.”

Josh pointed like she was a cursed painting. “That is not ‘just makeup.’ That is a cry for an exorcism.”

Beth wheezed. “I’m gonna pee.”

Josh slowly circled Hannah like she was a ritual circle. “What is this? Are you joining a cult? Are you dating a guy named Crow? Did you rename yourself ‘Raven’?!”

“I just tried something new!”

“New?! Hannah, you look like you escaped a Tim Burton audition and murdered the competition!”

Beth collapsed against the wall, laughing so hard her eyes were watering.

Josh wasn't done. “This is how it starts. First, the eyeliner. Then the Latin. Then you’re floating three feet above the bed speaking backwards.”

“I literally just did a smoky eye and black lipstick!”

“You summoned demons!”

Beth had slid to the floor, holding her stomach. “Josh, please.”

Josh turned to her, deadly serious. “Our sister is being consumed by the darkness and you’re laughing?!”

“She looks cool!”

“She looks like she sacrifices goats! Which would explain a lot because Lucifer IS A GOAT.”

Hannah, trying to salvage any remaining dignity, muttered, “Maybe I am a child of darkness.”

Josh threw his hands in the air. “She admits it!”

“I’m kidding!”

“YOU DON’T JOKE ABOUT DARK MAGIC, HANNAH!”

Beth, from the floor: “She hasn’t even bought crystals yet, calm down.”

Josh dramatically leaned against the doorframe. “I’m not calm. I’m emotionally unprepared. I need a priest.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Josh sniffed. “I’m gonna sleep with garlic under my pillow.”

“You’re thinking of vampires, dumbass.”

“You’re thinking of joining them!”

Beth cackled. “This is the best day of my life.”

Josh made a cross with two pens he found in his hoodie pocket. “The power of Christ compels you.”

Hannah muttered, “I should’ve just dyed my hair instead.”

Josh fake-fainted into the hallway. “SHE’S PLANNING STAGE TWO.”

...

The next day...

The table was set. Roasted chicken, potatoes, vegetables. And Josh had scooted his chair a full three feet away from Hannah. He kept glaring at her like she was going to hex him.

Hannah, now dressed in an oversized hoodie over her goth makeup (but still proudly wearing the bat choker), chewed calmly on a piece of broccoli.

Josh, whispering to Beth: “She hasn’t blinked in five minutes.”

Beth, whispering back: “You haven’t blinked either.”

“I’M ON EDGE, BETHANY.”

Bob, cutting his chicken: “Can we not start at dinner, Joshua?”

Josh sat up dramatically. “Father. Dearest. Listen to me. Hannah has joined a dark cult and plans to consume us all.”

Bob didn’t even look up. “Good for her. Pass the salt.”

Josh gasped. “YOU’RE JUST GIVING UP THE SALT? SHE’LL USE IT TO DRAW SYMBOLS.”

Melinda raised an eyebrow. “Josh, are you still going on about this?”

“Still? STILL?! This is an active crisis, mother. This is ‘our daughter might summon a Victorian ghost’ levels of concern.”

Beth was cackling into her napkin.

Hannah, calmly sipping her water: “You know, I’ve been thinking about getting a snake. Or a spider.”

Josh gasped so hard the lights flickered. “SEE?! SEE?! THIS IS HOW IT STARTS. SNAKES. THEN TAROT. THEN NEXT THING YOU KNOW, WE’RE HOSTING A RITUAL IN THE BASEMENT.”

Melinda: “If you’re going to yell about Satan at the dinner table, go to your room.”

Josh pointed across the table like a betrayed detective. “You’re defending her.”

Bob, deadpan: “I just want to eat. Is that too much to ask?”

Hannah leaned over to Bob. “Hey Dad, do we have any black candles I could have?”

Josh shrieked like he’d been stabbed with a crucifix. “SHE’S PLANNING SOMETHING!”

Bob, sipping his wine: “I don’t know, ask your mother.”

Melinda, looking at her goth daughter and her feral son, absolutely done: “I swear to God, I raised three gremlins.”

Josh threw his napkin down. “One of us is clearly cursed!”

Beth: “It’s you.”

Josh: “IT’S HER.”

Hannah, smiling: “I made cookies earlier. They’re shaped like little skulls.”

Bob: “Now that’s a cult I can support.”

Josh nearly flipped the goddamn table.

[ashtheketchum]

●Magic Water pt.02●

A/N: Since you all liked the first part and some of you asked me for a second, here's the second (and final) part! I'm glad to hear how much you like my stuff, and now enjoy reading!

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, FEM.Reader, talking about sex, riding, a little bit of angst, mention of alcohol, perv. Senku

Summary: Both Senku and (Y/N) remembered last night and handled it differently. However, (Y/N) was annoyed by Senku's behavior, so she confronted him about it.

Words: 2.2k

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PoV Senku:

Sweat ran down my forehead and my breathing was rapid and heavy. My gaze was fixed on my naked body, which was only partially covered by a blanket. My hair was messy, and a few strands were stuck to my forehead. "What… was that…?" I murmured quietly to myself. Next to me, (Y/N) snuggled closer to my side, also naked. Her expression was peaceful, the complete opposite of the night we had spent together.

"By my Einstein…" I murmured to myself again. Then I slowly sat up and rubbed my forehead. Images of last night flashed through my mind. How she lay naked beneath me, how she moaned my name, and how we touched each other. Damn, it was so much, and I never wanted anything like that. You take one sip of alcohol and suddenly you have something like that on you! I cursed myself inwardly before I got up and put my clothes back on. Before I did that, though, I checked my neck and arms, hoping for any scratches or hickeys. Luckily, I didn't find any.

Swallowing hard, I left my lab and looked outside. The entire village was still silent; not even the guards were standing in front of the bridge. Oh, how idiotic. What if we were attacked now? But I didn't want to think about it right now. Inwardly, I was actually a little glad that everyone was still so sound asleep. Hopefully, no one had noticed that I had disappeared with (Y/N) yesterday.

Even though she was a great person and a good worker, I was the last person who wanted a relationship, no matter who it was with. I couldn't explain romance to myself, and I didn't want anything to do with it. Not even with (Y/N).

<Time Skip>

PoV (Y/N):

Something was fishy. Definitely, something was very, very fishy. With a grim expression on my face, I stared at Senku, who was once again bossing the villagers around without showing any sign of remorse or anything else. Although I didn't remember last night, my condition and the smell of sex had quickly explained the situation to me. I hadn't expected aftercare from Senku, but I also hadn't expected to be completely ignored.

"You're killing him with your looks. Where did this change of heart come from?" I heard Kohaku ask behind me. I immediately jumped and looked at her in shock. She had raised her eyebrow, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes. After all, she knew I'd disappeared with Senku last night. Swallowing hard, I looked back down at the box I was supposed to carry to Chrome. But when I saw Senku, I stopped dead. "Nothing happened…" I lied quietly, turning completely away from her. I couldn't lie to Kohaku, no matter how much I wanted to. She just hummed loudly before nudging me. "Don't lie to me. You disappeared, and what happened next?"

I hesitantly bit my lower lip before shaking my head and heading back to Chrome. Think about it? Okay, I could do that… But talk about it? Absolutely not! But Kohaku, of course, wasn't giving in so easily, so she followed me. "Come on, tell me! It can't have been that bad if Senku was acting like he always was." Damn, that was exactly the problem. He was acting like he always was. It shouldn't have bothered me, except for the fact that I woke up alone today. No note, no water bottle next to me, no sign that he'd enjoyed the night.

"I just don't want to talk about it, Kohaku…" I finally sighed. Which already revealed that the situation was depressing me. Kohaku saw this immediately, and she had to hum thoughtfully. Then she grinned mischievously. "You had sex, is that possible?" My entire face immediately turned bright red, and I let out a startled noise. This only made Kohaku grin proudly, and she crossed her arms. "Aha! I knew it!"

Her pride made me pout. How could anyone be so proud of having discovered something? After all, it wasn't that big… "And what was it like? Was it like it said in the books?" She questioned me. Overwhelmed, I stood still on the spot before sighing and answering all her questions. Most of the time, though, I answered "I don't know" or "I can't remember." Due to the alcohol, my memories were pretty jumbled. But one thing was clear.

I would definitely talk to Senku tonight. Not just about the sex, but also about his behavior afterward. Even though I didn't necessarily hope or expect to have a great relationship with him, I at least wanted everything to be good between the two of us.

<Time Skip>

This evening, when most of the lights in the village had gone out, I quietly made my way to Senku's lab. I knew him well enough to know he wouldn't be asleep yet. Especially not after our last night. Kinrou and Ginrou had also already gone to sleep. Even though they were guarding our bridge, they were still young and they needed their sleep. At least, that's what Senku had said… and still he blames them sometimes...

Arriving in front of his lab, I climbed the ladder and looked inside. As expected, Senku was sitting at his desk, looking down at something. With an annoyed expression on my face, I climbed the ladder all the way up and quietly approached him. Even though I'd been trained to be as quiet as possible, he noticed me relatively quickly.

"Can I help you?" He asked me, as if nothing had happened. I really couldn't stand that. After something that actually changed so much, to pretend nothing had ever happened. In front of the others, okay, I could understand it. But why in front of me? "Senku, you know why I'm here…" I murmured quietly and stood next to him. He paused in his movements before turning completely towards me. His red eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and I had to bite my tongue hard. Even though he had hurt me, I couldn't suppress my feelings for him.

"I can understand that you're pretending nothing happened in front of the villagers… but I was hoping you'd say something… well…" "What are you getting at, (Y/N)? You know very well that I'm not into romance." His words hit me like a ton of bricks. Of course, I already knew that, but hearing it like that really hurt. My heart clenched and I swallowed hard. "I know that… but the sex was good… wasn't it…?" Damn, what was I asking? Whether the sex was good or not wasn't important right now! Senku just raised an eyebrow, seemingly confused by my choice of words.

But then he grinned slightly, a playful and amused grin. I rarely saw those. "Do you want to talk about our sex?" "N-no! I want to… know what this is between us?" I immediately shook my head. I felt uncomfortable standing in front of him like this. So uncomfortable that my cheeks even turned bright red. Man, it was annoying me so much. To avoid looking him in the eyes, I looked down and crossed my arms. "I really like you and I don't want to be just a…" "One-night stand?"

A what…? Well, it sounded logical, especially coming from Senku. So I just nodded. "Exactly… not a one-night stand…" So I agreed again, in case the nod wasn't enough. Now it was quiet. Neither of us said anything, only the sound of the sea and the insects. Honestly, I was expecting him to laugh at me or send me away, but when he suddenly stood up and took a step closer, my head shot up again.

"I really don't want a relationship… those would just be unnecessary feelings getting in the way." He said, grabbing my chin and tilting my face even further upward. Swallowing hard, I looked deep into his eyes. "But… I wouldn't mind having a fuck buddy…" When I heard his words, my eyes widened. In shock, but also somehow in joy. At least I could imagine what fuck buddies were, if that was what I meant. But to avoid making myself even more of a idiot, I just nodded. "Sounds… good…" And to this day, I thanked every brain cell that made me agree with that in that moment.

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"Oh fuck~! Right there~…!" I moaned loudly as Senku thrust into me from below. His hands gripped my hips tightly, allowing me to move a little on top of him. Surprisingly, though, he did most of the work. I never would have expected so much strength from him, but I wasn't complaining either. "Shit, you're tight…" The scientist just gasped loudly and closed his eyes.

My hands were on his chest so I could hold myself up. I moved my hips in rhythm against his, making us both feel even better. His cock stretched my inner walls, repeatedly grazing my sensitive spot. "I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum so hard…" I whimpered loudly and moved a little faster. With my eyes closed, I pressed his pelvis to the ground and rode him faster and harder. My focus was on reaching my orgasm. Senku moaned and whimpered in shock, but let me do it. His hands let go of my hips and he simply spread his arms. His breathing became faster and harder as I arched my back and came.

"Senku!" His name left my lips, and I felt my insides tighten around him. Senku tensed beneath me, but he didn't come. Breathing heavily, I opened my eyes again and looked between us. My cum was around his shaft, but I couldn't see or feel his sperm. For a moment, I was disappointed in myself, but then Senku moved beneath me again. Suddenly, he grabbed my hips again and lifted my pelvis slightly. Then he thrust into me quickly and hard from below.

"Shit, I hate it!" He gasped, completely out of breath. It amused me, because I knew he didn't hate our sex, but the fact that it was apparently a kind of sport. However, I didn't have the thought or the time to giggle or laugh, so instead I moaned loudly and lay on top of him. I braced myself a little so I wouldn't be lying on him with my full weight. Senku thrust into me a few more times before pulling out, pushing me to the side, and jerking off for the last two seconds before he came on his stomach. A soft groan escaped him as his cum spurted out.

"Shit, I hate it!" He gasped, completely out of breath. It amused me, because I knew he didn't hate our sex, but the fact that it was apparently a kind of sport. However, I didn't have the thought or the time to giggle or laugh, so instead I moaned loudly and lay on top of him. I braced myself a little so I wouldn't be lying on him with my full weight. Senku thrust into me a few more times before pulling out, pushing me to the side, and jerking off for the last two seconds before he came on his stomach. A soft groan escaped him as his cum spurted out.

With a quiet hum, I watched him as his cheeks grew redder and redder, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and his cum was on his stomach. I slowly sat up and kissed his chest, up to his neck and jaw. "Don't get romantic…" Senku said, chuckling softly. With a soft exhale, I shook my head and looked up at him. His red eyes were on me before he sat up, still calming down. Oh man, he really didn't have the best stamina. But I kind of found it cute.

"You can sleep here tonight… maybe we should agree on dates when we have sex." "Why don't we just meet up when we want to have sex?" I suggested. Setting specific dates would only make me unnecessarily nervous. I prefer spontaneous things. "Good idea… but better not too often, otherwise someone might notice." And with those words, he got up to get dressed again. I watched him silently, knowing full well that Kohaku already knew. But she wouldn't tell anyone, I was sure of that.

"Then I'll come to you next time I… well… you know…" "Hmm? Want to have sex?" With red cheeks, I looked away from him, but nodded. He saw everything so simply and didn't seem to be particularly embarrassed by anything. At least, I'd never seen him embarrassed before. “Exactly…” And so it was decided.

At first, we expected to have sex only once every five days, but things turned out completely differently. It came from Senku's side even less often than from me. I came to him maybe once every eight days, while Senku never came to me. Well, his urges were mostly satisfied because of my demands. Anyway, I couldn't really complain. We weren't in a relationship, but being fuck buddies was a start. Or was it…?

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Stretched Pt 4//Rolan x OFC!Cleric//PWP

(If you haven’t read parts 1-3 and want to catch up, you can do so on Tumblr or AO3!)

Rolan asks the cleric for more extreme measures to stop him stretching himself, and gets more than he bargained for.

Tags: mild dubcon, anal fingering, figging (of a sort), painplay, chastity. Medical fetish (BG3 edition). 1294 words

She murmurs a prayer to Sharess over the salve, made with a slightly different recipe this time. She says an incantation, too, to hold back the burning effect of the ingredient within.

‘What is that?’ Rolan asks. Ever-impatient. The cleric allows herself a brief eye roll whilst her back is to him, the corner of her lip curling with amusement. 

‘On all fours,’ she orders, ignoring him. Sharess, it is hard not to grasp the perfect peach of his ass, presented to her so firm and ripe every time. Blushing such a pretty coral by nature that the faintest kneading of it would make it red, and a punishment the deepest crimson. His raised tail frames the offering— temptation— perfectly.

As her finger sinks in, and Rolan cants up needily in response to it, she thinks yet again of how little she wants to see him go. How much there still is to know about him.

She rubs the new salve deep, not allowing herself even a wistful moment’s lingering over his pleasure. There is far too much to think about, to let herself act on impulse now.

‘There,’ she murmurs, ringing his entrance too. Rolan issues a low groan, sharply cut off, and tenses his thighs around his new cage. His cock is swelling inside it, despite the recent orgasm. His first taste of captivity. 

It must be rather distracting, because he forgets to ask if he can pull his trousers back up; and when she orders him to, he takes a moment to remember what he was asking about.

‘What have you just applied to me?’ he asks, flushing as he spreads his thighs a fraction and then closes them again. 

‘Is the cage noticeable?’ she asks.

He sets his teeth and nods, reddening further. 

‘It should only need to be a temporary solution.

Together with the ginger paste—’

‘Ginger?’ 

‘Yes.’

Rolan flashes her a look, half-affronted, half-nervous. He scowls, swallows, and straightens. 

‘It won’t be necessary anyway. I suppose… that enchantment was delaying the effect somehow.’

‘Yes. You will only feel it if you insert something larger than a finger. However, I have to warn you, once it starts burning, it may take some time to end.’

‘How does that work with—’ he scowls— ‘normal bodily processes.’

‘You are a mage too. You know that magic works on intent. Only your deliberate self-pleasuring will result in pain.’

His tail twists tight around his ankle. ‘I see.’

‘You’ll need to apply the serum to your hole every day, following the same pattern I did. If you follow my previous instructions to the letter, then no further consequences should arise.’

‘I understand. I… will visit you again?’

Hesitation flickers across his face, the gold sunbeams of his eyes shifting in search of something new: permission.

She smiles, and nods. ‘Two tendays from now, to check your progress, and two tendays’ more after that. Unless—’

Rolan’s brow furrows. He’s waiting. 

‘Unless— ?’

‘There’s some kind of emergency. But I doubt there will be now. You understand the importance of following the regimen to the letter.’

She lets her voice be closed off. No room for bad behaviour, no hook of hope for him that misbehaving will get him somewhere he wants to be. If there is something he would like, more than this, he will have to search deep and find the words within himself. 

Rolan frowns, his hand hovering over the jar. Abruptly, he takes it up, and thrusts it in his pocket, nodding to her.

‘Until then,’ she says.

His cheek twitches. ‘Indeed.’ 

To her almost-disappointment, he arrives at the next appointment quietly pliant, without the lashing tail or tensed jaw that would tell her he’d broken the rules. If he had disobeyed her, he would have flushed far harder; and then she could have revelled in the thought of him squirming all day and night, burning up with her punishment. The prayer to Sharess was to make it last, and to fruitlessly swell his cock with it until he knew what true denial felt like.

But as it is, he has been entirely well-behaved, and so she is professional with him. She can still feel his yearning for her touch. He disrobes quickly, looking to her for approval; presses his ass to her fingers, not seeking more depth than she will give, but offering himself earnestly, without the awkward ceremony that accompanied his first visits. She feels his want, rising beneath the surface of his skin to meet her fingers, the warmth that spreads over his cheeks when she glances at his face. But he doesn’t say it. 

She pulls her finger free.

‘Two more tendays.’

Rolan’s frown is inscrutable, a glimpse of feeling stiffened to nothingness before she can read it. He sweeps up his spellbook, and leaves, and for a moment she watches the door, wondering what it is that truly drives him most, lust or caution, which will win out— 

Seventeen days later, she gets her answer, a frantic hammering on the door as she attends the chafed nipples of a nursing patriar.

Her patient is interrupted mid-flow, expressing how good the salve feels, what a relief it is to get a moment to herself—

‘Please!’ shouts the voice from beyond the door, before commanding itself again. ‘It is urgent— I— Gods!’

It is almost sobbed, and yet still disguised— but she would recognise that cadence anywhere.

‘One moment,’ she tells her patient reassuringly, and stalks out of the door, slamming it behind her. 

This time, he has not chosen to disguise himself as a Dragonborn, but as an elf, and the illusion is flickering in and out as he clings to the post outside her house, a tear trickling down his cheek.

‘Please!’ he gasps. ‘Let me in— ’

‘You will have to wait until my appointment is finished,’ she tells him. The mere act of denying him mercy makes her cunt slick and her tongue wet— and so too does the way he lunges for her as she shuts the door once more between them, unsuccessfully seizing at her sleeve.

Fuck, it is almost impossible to concentrate, hearing his gasps of pain from beyond the door; even such a well-worn set of instructions as for a nursing mother’s salve becomes suddenly block-like and obstructive on her tongue. She enunciates them carefully still, hiding a quickening pulse and fast-deepening lust behind her professional demeanour. 

‘Twice a day, or as needed,’ she murmurs, opening a drawer just for a brief second to check that another salve entirely is where she remembered putting it. ‘Come again after the next full moon; I’ll be able to get you some stronger ingredients after a fresh Tearblossom harvest.’

‘Thank you,’ says the patriar gratefully, gathering up her embroidered robes. ‘Is all well outside? I hope I have not interrupted an emergency—’

‘Not at all,’ the cleric says smoothly. ‘But if that is all—’

As the patriar hurries out, Rolan stumbles in, catching her roughly with his shoulder as he goes. She shoots the cleric a glance of annoyance as she leaves, that the cleric returns with a set jaw and a nod of recognition, seizing him by the collar when he’s safely inside.

The last of his disguise falls off him like ripped silk, showing the mess beneath. Sweating and dishevelled, Rolan claws at his collar buttons, buttoned hastily into the wrong holes.

‘Thank the Gods,’ he gasps. ‘I could not wait–’

‘No matter how desperate you are, you will not take it my other patients,’ she interrupts. The glow in Rolan’s eyes is melting with tears, his lips flushed and wet, arched in agonising pain. 

‘I am sorry,’ he chokes out. ‘I am sorry— please— I will do anything, just make it stop—’

[amorchai]

reader trying to patch up Jess after a fight but he keeps trying to distract her by flirting with her 🤭 (could be dating or not! Either one is fine 😁)

𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓.

pairing(s): jess mariano x reader

words: 740

warnings/tags: established relationship, violence – aftermath, blood mentioned, jess teasing the whole time, small sexual implications but it’s a sfw writing!

when the front door knocked at half one in the morning you knew exactly who it belonged to, you were just surprised it wasn’t your bedroom window for once. you yawn deeply, comfortable pyjamas and slippers carrying you to the door which reveals a bloody-faced jess.

"jess!” you gasp, furrowed eyebrows as he smiles innocently on your front step to your small stars hollow bungalow, “you look so pretty, baby.” you knew it was him trying to distract you, as if a flirty line would make you forget about the cut lip and clearly to-be-black eye.

you grab his collar, “don’t ‘baby’ me, look at your face, jess,” you say as you begin to pull him through the door and past you. he kisses your cheek affectionately despite the sting in his bottom lip, “i can’t really look, doesn’t work like that.”

“then use the bathroom mirror.”

you shut the door and turn to him holding your face between his hands, watching your expression and you push on his chest, “stop-”. before you can continue, jess interjects, “think i’m just gonna go lay down in your bed, care to join? i can make it worth your while…”

he presses against you, lips trailing from your jaw down to your neck. “what happened?” you ask, pushing his chest again and he murmurs against your skin, “i don’t know what you mean.”

“jess.”

sighing, jess finally pulls back to look at you again, “nothing, ‘m fine. just stupid dean.” his hands leave your face to wrap his arms around your waist but you’re wriggling free to grab his denim jacket arm and guide him to the bathroom.

“what did he do?” you ask. it’s refreshing, jess always thought, how you were probably the very low minority of people in the town that immediately sense it was something dean did and not jess.

you let go of him to open the back of the mirror and grab a first aid kit, jess moving forward to wrap his arms around you. back pressed against your chest as he continues to press kisses, this time against your hair while he rubs the hem of your pyjama top, threatening to go under.

in a small voice, jess responds, “he was being very mean about you, what kind of good boyfriend would i be if i didn’t do something about that?” his voice is teasing and you nudge your elbow into his front, jess letting out a yelp as you turn.

“you didn’t need to fight him over it,” you reply, gesturing for him to sit on the closed toilet lid while you open the box and withdraw some alcohol wipes to clean the blood-stained skin.

standing between his open legs, you swipe the wipe across his temple first, catching the bumps. jess watches, gazing up at you with his chin upon your chest while his hands find their way to the backs of your covered thighs.

“you are so fucking pretty,” jess compliments and you try not to quip a smile as he’s watching to intently. “stop flirting like i’ll forget,” you murmur, “am i not allowed to compliment my girlfriend?” asks jess in faux innocence.

you sigh at him, and for a few more moments you clean his face in silence. “are you mad at me?” jess suddenly asks into the small room, hands swiping across your pyjama legs affectionately.

watching his expression for a moment, you throw the wipe towards the small metal bin before dotting a couple of small circular plasters along the open wounds to stop the bleeding.

“no. i just wish you would walk away instead of stooping to his level.”

jess squeezes your thighs, “he was really not saying nice things about you.” your hands wind up in his hair, pushing back so you can gaze at his features more clearly, “i don’t care.”

without a breath, jess replies, “i do.”

your heart jumps, you can’t help it and his hands push against your thighs, willing you closer while he stands, “let me show you what you mean to me, baby.”

the implication is followed with kisses against your jaw and the corner of your mouth, clearly uncaring of his cut lip, “i think fighting another guy for saying things about me says what i mean to you-”

“shh,” jess responds, capturing your lips in a searing kiss and willing you to distraction. you could talk about it more tomorrow.

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