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alwaysmicado · 10 months

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Trouble

5.3k | 18+ MDNI | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | pt. 5

Warnings: no outbreak AU, implied age gap, D/s dynamic, rough oral (m receiving), spitting, cum eating, leg humping, degradation/praise, humiliation kink, pet names, aftercare, feelings Summary: After you’ve distracted Joel from work with your explicit texts all day, he decides to teach you a lesson. A/N: Consensual degradation & humiliation – my beloved. This one's for you if you're into unadulterated filth with feelings sprinkled on top hehe. Let me know what you think, I love hearing your thots! 🤍

pt. 1 ・ pt. 2 ・ pt. 3 ・ pt. 4 ・ series masterlist

“You sure you got nothing else to say to me?”

“I’m—sorry?”

“No,” he tilts his head and you see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you will be when I’m done with you.”

---

“Sneaking out for a hot date?”

Busted.

You sigh and turn around to face Kristen’s triumphant grin. Beautiful Kristen. The only person at your job with a bearable personality.

If you only had Janice from accounting and her incessant yapping about her feral kids, or John from HR and his never-ending tirades against “modern women”, you probably would have burnt down the building already.

Kristen’s been your lifeline over the past two years at this job. She’s upbeat, fun, a gifted painter and the closest thing to a female friend you have.

Her only flaw: she’s so nosy it’s not even funny.

After your get-well-fuck with Joel three days ago where he left multiple marks on your neck, you not only plastered a bunch of foundation over the purple reminders of his fever-fueled nipping, you also wore a silk scarf which, in hindsight, was a dumb idea.

The first thing you were welcomed with when you came in that morning was an enthusiastic “You go, girl!” followed by giggling after Kristen saw your unimpressed face.

You shoot her a half-hearted smile and raise an eyebrow. “Who says it’s a date?”

Kristen’s grin widens. “Oh, come on! You think I don’t notice the way you giggle at your phone like a lovesick idiot?”

“Oh, shut up,” you protest in mock offense. What the hell is she talking about? You don’t do that. “I got a doctor’s appointment. Nothing hot about that,” you say nonchalantly.

Kristen leans in, lowering her voice dramatically. “A doctor, huh? Do you have an ache only he can cure with his special tool?”

“You’re a pervert, you know that?”

“Yeah, duh. That’s why you love me,” she chuckles, causing the corners of your own lips to twitch.

“Well,” she smirks, “I hope the doctor will take the best care of you.”

You roll your eyes at her teasing, grab your bag and blow her a kiss before heading out. You leave the office with a grin, reveling in the sunshine that greets you when you step out.

The warmth of the day feels refreshing against your skin as you stroll to the parking lot. Your dress, despite being a result of prolonged laundry procrastination, is surprisingly comfortable, allowing you to appreciate the light breeze that rustles its fabric.

The sun casts a golden hue on the cityscape and you can't help but smile at the small pleasures of life – the sun on your face, a staff meeting getting canceled earlier, finding twenty bucks in an old pair of jeans this morning.

Life is okay at the moment.

Despite work kicking your ass, your mother trying to guilt-trip you into coming “home” and the last hookup you had throwing you out in the middle of the goddamn night because his wife came home from her business trip early.

You’re feeling good.

One might even say you’re happy.

If only there wasn’t this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You take a deep breath and straighten your shoulders when you see your Uber pull up. Get yourself together.

The car winds through the city streets, and as you give Joel's address to the driver, you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. The engine hums softly as you navigate the familiar turns, presenting the perfect background to lose yourself in a daydream.

As you settle into the comfort of your bed, the world outside fades away. In the gentle embrace of your imagination, you feel a figure appear behind you. Their warmth is a soothing balm, and as they pull you close, a profound sense of security envelops you. The weight of the world, of your being lifts, replaced by the tender reassurance of this ethereal embrace.

In this imagined sanctuary, sleep finds you easily, cradled in the arms of solace. The whispered promise of warmth and safety lingers, allowing dreams to unfold like petals, undisturbed and serene in the soft glow of moonlight.

The notification sound of your phone pulls you back to reality. Glancing at the screen, you see Joel's name. You open the message and involuntarily press your thighs together, your pulse quickening instantly.

Door’s open. Get naked, then come upstairs.You’re in real trouble, angel.

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The familiar scent of Joel’s home greets you when you step inside. It smells more like home than your apartment or any other place you’ve lived in since you were a child. Safe, warm, comforting – like its owner. And it’s a surprisingly well-decorated and welcoming home for a bachelor.

So much so that you asked him flat out if he had a wife on your first night together.

You take your shoes off and put your bag on the couch in the living room before heading to the downstairs bathroom to wash your hands and quickly check if you look presentable. Your eyes are a bit swollen from lack of restful sleep, but other than that, you’re good to go.

As you take your dress, bra and panties off, you somewhat fondly remember the last time Joel ordered you to his home because you were sending him filthy texts and photos while you both were at work.

You spent thirty minutes sitting still on his lap while he worked on his computer, his throbbing cock buried deep inside you. Every time he would shift in his chair a little, you would whimper into the crook of his neck and he would whisper into your ear how well you were doing for him and draw soothing circles on your back with his palm.

You hated and loved every torturous second of it.

The office door is open when you come upstairs. Your eyes widen when you see Joel sitting at his desk. It’s incredible how handsome he looks. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, blue gym shorts and his glasses as he’s staring at the computer and typing something with his index fingers.

Your heart starts beating faster as you take him in, the domesticity of this scene giving you an unexpectedly warm feeling deep within you.

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me?” Joel asks with a swivel of his chair, his body now facing yours. He saw you out of the corner of his eye before but now that he’s getting a good look at you, his jaw almost hits the floor.

He will never get used to seeing you naked.

“God, you’re so much more beautiful in real life,” he murmurs, his pupils blown wide and the admiration in his voice unmistakable.

You give him a satisfied smile as you lean against the doorframe. “I sure hope so,” you tease.

“Do you know why you’re here, darlin’?” Joel asks with a tilt of his head, his brow slightly furrowed.

“I’m assuming it has something to do with the silly little texts and pics I sent you to brighten up your day,” you say, feigning innocence. “Did you like them?”

“You really think now’s the time to be a brat, huh?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Alright, then.” His eyes sparkle dangerously as he sits back in his chair and spreads his legs wider.

“You sure you got nothing else to say to me?”

“I’m—sorry?”

“No,” he tilts his head and you see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you will be when I’m done with you.”

You bite your lip as your eyes focus on the visible bulge in Joel’s shorts, and try to suppress the huge grin that’s threatening to spread across your face. This is exactly what you wanted and you both know it.

“Hands and knees, baby,” Joel orders calmly and puts his hands on his thighs. “C’mere.”

You lower yourself on all fours without hesitation and crawl towards him slowly, making sure to sway your hips and never break eye contact. Joel’s the only person you’d put yourself in such a submissive position for and you revel in the exhilarating feeling it gives you.

Joel keeps his eyes trained on you, subtly rubbing his thighs as you come closer to where he’s needed you all day. His eyes are dark and full of need as he licks his lips and follows the mesmerizing movement of your body. He likes how you, despite your brattiness, know perfectly well where your place is.

“Look at what you did,” he says, once you’re kneeling on all fours between his spread legs. He palms his throbbing cock over the fabric and your eyes widen a little, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“That's right, baby, you did this. And now you need to take responsibility for your actions.” He gently caresses your cheek, tracing your lips with his thumb.

When he presses on your lower lip, you instinctively open your mouth enough for his finger to slip inside. He presses on your tongue, admiring the feeling and your willingness to submit.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, gently rubbing his cock. “Such a little slut, always wants something in her mouth.”

He moves his thumb further along your tongue, causing you to furrow your brow and gag a little. “You couldn't help yourself, huh, just had to put on a show all day like the needy whore you are.”

He takes his thumb out of your mouth and pulls his shorts all the way down, letting them fall on the floor next to his chair. His heavy cock flops against his lower belly, causing you to swallow and part your lips instinctively. Joel smirks at your reaction, enjoying the raw need sparkling in your eyes as he strokes himself slowly.

You start squirming, pressing your thighs together to alleviate at least some of the uncomfortable ache between your legs, and let out an almost inaudible whine as Joel continuously strokes up and down his length while looking at you curiously.

He leans in and tilts your chin up, his dark eyes boring into you.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” He asks softly, feigning concern. He looks from you to his cock and back, raising an eyebrow. “All of this just because you’re a pathetic little cockslut with nothing else in her dumb little head than my cock. Isn’t that right, angel?”

You nod slowly, your lips slightly parted, hypnotized by Joel’s big eyes and filthy words.

“Use your words, slut,” he growls, gripping the back of your neck to tilt your head up even more.

“I just—wanted you so bad, I–”

“Aww, of course you did,” he teases you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Tell me your safeword, angel.”

He looks into your eyes intently as you say it out loud, then puts a soft kiss on your lips. You whimper when he withdraws, the feeling of his warm lips lingering.

“Open up,” he orders with a tap of his fingers to your bottom lip. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

You obey and do as he says, looking into his eyes expectantly. You watch in awe and pure need as the thick glob of saliva makes its way down from Joel’s mouth and lands on the back of your tongue. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel it run down your throat.

“Swallow.” He gently puts a strand of hair behind your ear as you show him your empty mouth. “Good girl.”

You moan softly at his praise and furrow your brow when your eyes find his cock again.

“You really want it, huh,” Joel purrs, trailing your neck and chest gently with his hands. When he brushes your nipples, you wince a little, eliciting a low chuckle from him. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see your little pussy.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, his cock twitching impatiently when you sit back on your heels and present your glistening folds.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs, tracing your belly all the way down to your mound and stopping right before touching your clit. “Must’ve been uncomfortable to sit in that all day, hm?”

He gently pulls your lips apart with his thumbs and index fingers, inspecting you closely. “Your little clit is so swollen, baby, does it hurt?”

“Mhm,” you whine, his touch so close to your neglected bundle of nerves torturing you beyond belief. “It–it hurts so bad, Sir.”

“Hmm,” he searches your eyes, “and that’s why you thought it was a good idea to send me all those naughty messages?” He spreads your lips apart further, eliciting a long moan from you. “You thought I’d fuck you if you did?”

“Y–yes,” you stammer, your legs trembling, “I’m sor–”

You’re cut off when Joel lets go of your lips and swipes his fingers through your dripping wet folds agonizingly slowly, once, twice, three times, barely brushing your pulsating clit.

Listening to the noises you make and feeling your hot cunt on his hand is enough to make him almost come, despite his cock not having any contact at the moment. His eyes never leave yours as you whimper desperately, his barely there touch enough to build your long overdue orgasm.

“Go on, angel,” he withdraws his hand and holds his hand up to your lips, “clean up the mess you made.”

He pushes his wet fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your own juices off of him. You do so eagerly, sucking and licking his fingers, moaning around them.

“You would’ve sucked my cock in front of everyone if I had let you, huh.” You let out a desperate moan, feeling your pussy get wetter at the thought. “That’s right, baby,” Joel chuckles. “Show everyone you’re my little cockslut.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, satisfied with the job you did, then grabs your chin hard, his wet fingers pressing into your hot cheeks.

“You want it so bad, baby? Then beg for it.”

“Please,” you whine. “Please let me suck your cock, please, I–I want your cock so bad—”

“All yours, baby.”

He leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head, looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” Joel groans as you start licking and sucking at his balls, then lightly trace the veins of his cock with your warm tongue, swirling it around the tip, licking up the salty precum. You look at him expectantly as you lick up and down his length, fondling his balls with your hand.

He smiles at the needy look in your eyes, finding it unbelievably hot that you want to, need to hear his praise so badly even though it’s obvious that everything you do to him is and feels beyond perfect.

“Good girl,” he says softly, eliciting a little whimper from you. “Now stop teasing and take it.”

You immediately hold him up by the base and take the tip into your mouth, sucking on it eagerly. You take him further, inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down his shaft until he’s nudging the back of your throat. Your eyes well over with tears as you gag around his cock. Joel groans in response, his whole body tensing as he tangles his hands in your hair.

You make a surprised sound when he leans over you and pushes your head down until your nose is rubbing his pubic hair, giving you no chance to move your head. He keeps his length buried deep inside you for a few seconds before pulling you up, a thick string of saliva mixed with precum connecting you two, only to push you right back down.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Joel pants as you choke and whine loudly.

He pulls your head back up to let you catch your breath and make sure you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is. He knows from the look in your eyes that you are, but he wants to make sure before you continue.

“What’s your color, angel?”

You look at him with bleary eyes, but give him a dazed smile and whisper, “Green.”

Joel nods and caresses your wet cheeks, wiping away some of your tears with his thumbs.

He traces your swollen lips with the head of his cock, loving the way his precum sticks to them.

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he pants. “Can’t have you passing out on me.”

You wrap your lips around his head, swirl your tongue around it, then bob your head again – messily, sloppily, just the way he likes it.

“Good girl,” he breathes, thrusting his hips to slide in and out of your mouth, smiling at you and petting your hair. “Such a perfect little fleshlight.”

You tremble and moan around him, not entirely sure if his filthy mouth, his groaning, or the fact that he’s using you for his pleasure is turning you on the most. You just know you love it when he holds your head steady and fucks your mouth roughly, taking what he wants from you, making you gag and choke, saliva and tears running down your cheeks, chin, neck, and body.

You look like a masterpiece.

“I’m close, baby,” Joel pants, your perfect, wet mouth and the admiration he sees in your big, wet eyes making him tremble every time he thrusts his hips into you. You push him right over the edge when you squeeze his balls hard.

He comes with a strangled groan, shooting rope after rope of warm cum down your throat and onto your tongue. You welcome it with eager moans, so far gone that you don’t realize what you’re doing until after it’s too late — you swallow it all without his permission.

Fatal mistake.

Joel grabs you by your hair, pulling you off his pulsating cock, still breathing heavily.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?”

Your eyes widen in shock, your lip quivering. “I–I'm sorry, I–I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Joel sighs and raises his eyebrows. He loosens his grip in your hair and looks at your eyes welling up with tears. You stumble over your words as you keep apologizing over and over again. You’re so perfect like this.

“What’s your color, baby?”

“Green, Sir,” you sniffle. “It’s green.”

“Now what am I supposed to do with a fleshlight that doesn’t work right, hm?” He tilts your chin up and rubs it softly with his thumb. “Do you think you deserve to get fucked?”

“I’m—please, I'll be good, I promise,” you choke out through tears and hiccups. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, just please—”

Joel smirks and leans back in his chair. “No need to tell me that, angel. I know you’ll do anything.” He lifts his foot between your thighs, eliciting a small, needy noise from you when he presses it against your swollen cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. All from being used, hm?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whine, wiping your cheeks and trying your hardest to stay still. “Thank you.”

“Such a pathetic little slut.” He rubs his foot against your folds, and you moan, closing your eyes, your lips trembling, your face hot from embarrassment and arousal. Joel presses harder and you cry out, your hips jerking instinctively.

“Pathetic enough to hump my leg?”

He snorts when he sees the stunned look on your face. You are definitely startled, but you don't protest. Joel can see a mix of hesitation and need in your eyes, and he understands that he needs to push you.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he says, gently petting your hair, “so you better thank me for letting you come at all.”

He sighs and pulls your head back by your hair when you don’t answer fast enough.

“Use your words, slut.”

“Th–thank you,” you whimper. “I–I just–” You trail off, too shocked and embarrassed to finish your sentence, your voice trembling as you babble unintelligibly.

You hear Joel say your name and feel him cup your cheeks. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You sniffle and try to focus on his eyes. “Tell me your color,” he says gently, his deep voice soothing your nerves.

“Still green,” you breathe, swallowing hard.

He searches your eyes and nods before sitting back up and extending his leg a little.

“Go on, then.”

You look at the satisfied smirk on his face before taking a deep breath and scooting forward, adjusting yourself against Joel’s leg. Gripping Joel’s thigh for balance, you tilt your hips forward until your clit makes contact with his hairy leg. You shudder at the feeling, a needy little moan escaping your lips.

Joel’s pupils are so blown, his eyes are completely black now.

You slowly drag your hips upward and duck your head, embarrassed that you’re actually enjoying this – and that you’re this wet. After slowly rocking your hips up and down a few times, you can’t keep yourself from moaning anymore. It feels to fucking good.

You shift a little and allow yourself to set a pace that will make you come. You nuzzle your face against Joel’s thigh and don’t hold back anymore, rutting against his leg with abandon, chasing your release.

“That’s it, angel,” Joel purrs, gently brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. “You’re doing so well for me.”

You rock your hips against his leg over and over again, your brows furrowed, whimpering desperately as you grind your wet folds against Joel’s leg, the friction causing your whole body to shudder.

Joel fucking loves seeing you like this; pliant, obedient, wanting to be good so badly that you’d do anything to please him. Most of all, though, he loves how much you trust him.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, tilting your chin up to look into your glazed over eyes. “My good girl.”

You moan at his words, your fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, your hips jerking frantically, desperate for release. Joel smiles softly at your reaction, reveling in the fact that he's ruining you for anyone else.

He fucking delights in it.

“That’s right, angel. Keep looking at me with those beautiful eyes.”

You barely hear what he says as your breathing comes out in noisy, deep gasps, too far gone, too overwhelmed to feel embarrassed at fucking yourself on Joel’s leg. There are no thoughts left in your brain, your only focus now is chasing your climax.

“Feels good, huh? Such a spoiled brat, aren’t you,” he taunts, marveling at your blissed out expression and the sheen of sweat glistening on your naked body.

“You think you deserve to come, hm? Even though you’re just a dumb little whore, only good for taking my cock in all her holes?”

That’s almost enough right there to tip you over the edge.

“Tell me what you are.”

You let out a choked sob, fresh tears making their way down your cheeks. Joel wipes them away with his thumbs as you stutter, “I’m–I’m your dumb little whore, Sir. I’m all yours — please, please–”

He gives you a warm smile as his dark eyes bore into. “Come for me, angel.”

You press your throbbing clit hard against him, humping his leg feverishly until the tension finally snaps and shockwaves grip your whole body, your legs trembling as you moan uncontrollably. Your walls contract around nothing as you collapse onto Joel’s thigh and start sobbing.

It’s all too much right now.

He immediately draws you into his strong arms, lifting you up and cradling you. “Shh, sweetheart,” he purrs, holding you tight and stroking your hair, “you did so well. Are you alright, hm? You want me to go get you a towel?”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion of him leaving you, causing you to shake your head fervently, your tears flowing freely now as you gradually come down from your high.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby” he coos, putting soft kisses on the top of your head and rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You're still naked and Joel wants you to feel comfortable and warm, so he swivels you two towards the couch to snag the blanket and drape it over you. He holds you close, whispering into your hair how well you did and how good you are, intermittently pressing soft kisses on your wet face.

You feel the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a comforting rhythm that wraps around you like a protective cocoon. The warmth emanating from his body seeps into yours, making you feel calm and protected.

Joel’s not surprised that you need physical affection and closeness right now, knowing that humiliation is one of the most effective ways to make you fly – and crash.

Falling apart in front of somebody, allowing them to see you in such a raw, uninhibited state, is an incredibly vulnerable act.

Joel is not taking your trust lightly.

When he sees you wipe your nose with your arm, he swivels you back to his desk and opens the drawer to get you some tissues. Your heart skips a beat when you see what else is inside, but you keep quiet.

“Was I really good?” You mumble after listening to Joel’s calming heartbeat for a few minutes.

“You were perfect, baby,” he says softly, pressing a tender kiss on the crown of your head.

“So, can you fuck me now?”

The vibrations of Joel’s chuckles reverberate beneath you, making you laugh yourself.

“How about we make sure you drink enough and eat something first, hm?”

“Just say that your refractory period is getting longer, old man.”

“Why, hello,” he laughs and pinches your sides, making you squeal, “the princess is back.” You lift your head to look into his eyes. His beautiful, warm eyes. “You think I’ll fuck you if you keep being a brat, hm?”

“That’s exactly what I think. Because you always do. Because you love it.”

“Wow,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “All this just now and you’re still sassing me?”

“Just admit you fucking love it, so we can move on and decide what we wanna have for dinner,” you murmur.

Joel can’t hold back the beaming smile that’s spreading across his face.

Save for last time, you usually leave shortly after you’ve come down. He’ll sometimes ask if you want to stay a bit, but will never pressure you into doing so – even if it hurts him.

And it does, sometimes, if he’s being honest.

“Alright, alright,” he sighs deeply, his smile betraying his mocking tone. “I fucking love it when you’re a little brat and torture me all fucking day, making me sit in a fucking meeting for hours on end with a hard cock, listening to some rich fucks who want me to build some bullshit building for them.”

You giggle at the description of his day and kiss his dimple. “I really am sorry, you know.”

“No you’re not,” he shakes his head. “Now, what are you in the mood for?”

“Can we, um, can we go eat the fattiest, unhealthiest junk food ever and then wash it down with huge cups of pure sugar, so we’re both gonna have a stomach ache for the next three days?”

“Have I ever told you you’re perfect before?”

---

You step out of the shower, dry off, wash your face with Joel’s face wash and drink a glass of water. Joel put your bag outside the door when you were in the shower, giving you space to do your thing and going downstairs to take a shower there himself.

You’re kind of tired now, feeling a little burnt out.

You put on your panties and retrieve the comfy gym shorts you were smart enough to bring with you from your bag. They’re the only other clean piece of clothing besides the dress you could find in your drawer this morning.

“Joel?” You shout from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Can I borrow a t-shirt?”

“Sure, darlin’. Just grab one you like.”

“Thank you.”

You smile and make your way to Joel’s bedroom. Opening the drawer, your eyes fall on a white shirt you’ve seen him wear many times. Don’t do it. You sigh defeatedly and lift the shirt up to your face, inhaling the unmistakable scent.

Then you suddenly remember it. Fuck. You need to make sure.

You put on the shirt and quickly walk to the office. Taking a deep breath and making sure Joel’s not watching you snoop through his things, you open the drawer.

The polaroid feels strange in your hand as you lift it to take a closer look.

It’s one of Tommy, you and Joel in it, from the night Tommy introduced you two. You don’t even remember taking this one, but now that you’re looking at it, you see something. It’s the way you’re smiling.

You turn the photo and read the handwritten note that catches your eye.

when I met her

You swallow hard and put it back. It doesn’t mean anything. You hung the other polaroid, the one of only you and Joel, up in your apartment and that doesn’t mean anything either—right?

“Babe?” Joel’s voice pulls you back.

You turn around and look at him, startled. “I, uh, was just looking for some batteries. Couldn’t find any though.”

“I got plenty downstairs,” he says with a tilt of his head. “Come on, let’s go.”

---

You’re sitting in a booth, munching on your burger, intermittently sipping your soda. You don’t even realize you haven’t answered Joel for the third time.

“Are you sure everything’s okay, sweetheart?” Joel touches your arm, his brow furrowed. You look at his concerned face, his cute little frown, before putting down your burger with a sigh.

“I, uh,” you start but can’t think of the right words. “I’m just feeling a little off these days, I guess. Work’s been stressful and, um, you–you’re gonna think I’m weird,” you murmur while picking at the fries on your plate.

“Darlin’,” Joel sighs, taking your hand into his, “you’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met.” He chuckles when he sees your offended face. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

He rubs the back of your hand softly and searches your eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“It’s, um,” you clear your throat. “Do you ever get this feeling that there’s something looming?”

He tilts his head and looks at you curiously. “I’m not sure I follow, darlin’?”

“Like if you’re happy, do you ever feel like it’s not real, it can’t be real, and there’s something looming? Like there’s something just waiting to fuck everything up?”

When he doesn’t answer, you avert your gaze and try to withdraw your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m killing the vi–”

“No, sweetheart. Hey, c’mere.” He extends both of his hands to you on the table and you give him yours to hold. “I’m sorry, darlin’,” he murmurs, “your question just caught me off guard a little.”

You softly rub his hand with your right thumb and study his features. He looks gorgeous with his tousled hair and his big cow eyes.

“Look, I know that happiness is hard to accept sometimes because we’re afraid of it not lasting. It may even seem easier to sabotage it preemptively, so we’re not disappointed or don’t get hurt when something bad does happen. And I also know that we sometimes don’t think we even deserve to be happy.”

Bingo.

“But sweetheart, I need you to understand something,” he squeezes your hands gently, his sincere eyes boring into you.

“If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.”

You try your best to blink away the tears that are forming in your eyes.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 2 years

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Hiii my favourite Aemond writer!!Can we get some femdom for Aemond with praise kink and him begging to cum inside? 👀👀

Hi my favourite anon! You got it!

Just a quick note to add I have seven other requests in my asks currently and my turnaround time is around 2-4 weeks - if I haven't responded to your request yet, it means I am working on it.

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~950

"So it is settled." Aemond decides, as he sits at the head of the long table in the Red Keep's council chambers. "Criston and I will gather an army and we will march against Daemon at Harrenhal."

Murmurs of agreement echo around him.

When Aegon had become grievously injured during the battle at Rook's Rest, Aemond had taken over as Prince Regent in his stead, taking up the mantle of Protector of the Realm. As such, he had also asummed responsibility of making battle plans to defend his brother's claim to the throne against his half sister and uncle.

He has gathered the Small Council here today to discuss their next strategy of attack and all are now in mutual understanding of what needs to happen next.

"Criston, I trust you are able to make the necessary arrangements? We depart in three days. If there is nothing more to discuss then you are all free to go."

Criston nods in assent, standing and filing out of the room with the others, leaving Aemond sitting alone.

It is but a few moments later that she appears in the doorway and he visibly relaxes at the sight of her, his posture immediately becoming less rigid as she sweeps into the room. Her skirts flow elegantly behind her as she approaches him, never breaking eye contact.

His eye flutters closed, leaning into the warmth of her palm as she reaches out a hand to caress his cheek.

"You did so well today." She purrs. "Such a good boy."

He shivers at her praise, staring up at her, his pupil blown wide with lust. His hands reach needily for her, grasping at her hips.

"Have you had enough of playing fearless leader for today?" She simpers. "Need me to make it all better?"

Aemond swallows thickly, nodding his head. "Please." He whispers, pushing his chair back and allowing space for her to straddle his lap.

She sits astride him, her head bowing slightly under the weight of the iron and ruby crown as Aemond lifts it carefully from his own head to place upon hers.

"My Queen." He breathes, lips parted as he stares up at her with pure, unadultered adoration.

Her fingers trail playfully over the lacings of his breeches, smirking when she feels him straining against them. "My, my." She teases. "Who is this for?"

"You, only you." He grits out, struggling to control his breathing as her hand ghosts over his hardened length through his trousers. "Please..."

"Please, what?" She cocks her head. "Use your words."

"Please touch me." Aemond whimpers, bucking against her hand.

"I am touching you, silly boy."

"I need more." He practically whines.

She shows mercy, freeing his erection and languidly running her hand up and down its thick length. "Like this?"

He screws his eye shut, the tendons in his neck straining under the effort to keep his composure. "Let me inside you. Please, my Queen."

She releases her hold of him, rucking her skirts up above her hips, revealing her bare cunt to him, already glistening with slick. "In here?"

He inhales sharply, a fresh wave of arousal causing his cock to ache painfully as he realises she's not wearing any small clothes. He reaches out to touch her, but his actions are halted as she grabs his wrist.

"Ah, ah, ah!" She chides. "You mustn't touch without permission."

He flexes his fingers before dropping his hand back to the arm of the chair. "Forgive me, my Queen. Please, please let me inside."

She giggles, it is a dulcet, playful sound. "Well, I suppose since you asked so nicely..."

She grasps his member once more, positioning it at her entrance and sinking down slowly.

Aemond's jaw goes slack as he feels her tight, wet heat envelope him. His nails dig crescent moons into the wooden arms of the chair.

As soon as he is fully sheathed inside of her, his fingertips reach up towards the top of her bodice, right eye flickering to hers. "May I? Please?"

"Take what you need." She says softly, her hand stroking through his silken strands of silver hair.

He tugs down the garment, freeing her breasts and immediately taking the taut peak of one greedily into his mouth.

She begins to rock her hips against his, feeling him groan around her as he slides in and out of her. Lewd wet sounds echo off of the vaulted ceiling, mingled with breathy gasps and moans as she bounces in his lap, fingers still tangled within his hair.

He releases her breast with a wet popping sound, quickly focusing his attention on the other. He can tell from the white hot sparks that lick at his stones and lower back that he will not last. His prick is already starting to pulsate.

"I need release." He whispers hotly against her skin.

"Already?" She asks, never faltering from the pace she has set atop his lap.

"Mmm. Please. Let me spill inside of you." His voice sounds strangled with desperation.

"And what makes you think I would allow you to do that?"

"I've been so good today, such a good boy for you. Please, please..." He babbles.

She chuckles, continuining to roll her hips against his. "Alright then. I suppose you have been. You may spend inside of me."

Aemond's entire body tenses before shuddering as he releases rope after rope of his pearly spend inside of her with a loud grunt.

She carries on stroking his hair, fucking him through his peak until he goes limp against her.

"Thank you, my Queen." He murmurs.

"Such a good boy." She replies, holding him against her chest.

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Therapy pt 4

matt sturniolo x fem reader

contains- head (fem receiving), being caught, Dom matt, hair pulling, other normal shit.

dessert Matt says as he walks closer to you.

you swallow understanding what he means as his eyes darken and he finally reaches you looking down at you as you sit there and look up at him.

he pulls your chair back a bit as he kneels in front of you sliding his hands up and down your thighs. You slump back in the chair as he slowly lifts the shirt of his your wearing and admires your bare body underneath.

he pulls you closer to his face so you're sitting on the edge of the chair . He lifts your thighs onto his shoulders as slowly kisses from your knee all the way to your heat.

mmm you whine as he slowly licks up and down . He starts sucking on your clit making you cry out and buck into his face.

F-fuck oh my god you moan louder than you meant too. He slaps your thigh hard.

You need to stay quiet he says in a warning tone . He doesn't want nick hearing you and waking up .

Y-yes sir i'm sorry you say looking down at him .

good girl he says before going back to your dripping pussy as he licks and sucks. You try your best to keep your moans quiet as he sucks on your clit .

OH F... you get cut off by his fingers in your mouth . He's sucking the perfect spot that has your legs shaking around his head and closing in on him .

He pulls his fingers out and grabs you by your throat .

I will not tell you again . Be.quiet he says in a demanding tone.

o-okay im s-sorry it just feels so good. he goes back to licking and sucking moving his hand from your neck to cover your mouth to muffle any noises you make.

Your legs continue shaking around his head as he Barries his face deeper into you and adds a finger intensifying the pleasure. He finger fucks you as he brings his face away for a second.

hold your fucking legs open for me he growls as he goes back down to continue sucking your clit.

you move your hands to hold behind your knees as you look down at him in between your legs . He looks up at you which makes you moan into his hand causing him to smile against your pussy as he starts flicking his tongue on the perfect spot.

MMMm you scream into his hand . he slaps you and grabs your cheeks .

Shut the fuck up slut he says as he speeds his finger movements up hitting your g-spot repeatedly .

you're breathing so loud trying to keep your moans from slipping out.

he moves his hand back over your mouth this time pinching your nose too .Taking away your ability to breathe. It has your orgasm coming in faster than ever.

your legs start trembling non stop and you loose grip as they drop down onto his shoulders as he sucks your clit and his fingers bang into your g-spot.

since you cant breathe nor speak you slap his arm repeatedly signaling you're about to cum.

cum all over my face and figures slut he groans as he goes back to sucking on your throbbing clit.

he stops pinching your nose as you scream into his hand as you squirt all over him and the wall behind him under the island where he's in-between your legs.

he uncovers your mouth as you let out much needed breathes.

he still licking and sucking like your the last thing he'll ever taste.

m-matt st-stop i c-cant

you'll take it until i'm done with this sweet little pussy

mmmm b-but ...

shut your fucking mouth and take it like a good girl

f-fuck you cry out as tears start to well up in your eyes at the overstimulation. Its feels so good but after the earlier events of the night your pussy is begging for a break.

you throw your head back and immediately jump . Making eye contact with Chris who's standing in the entry to the kitchen .

he smiles at you as you immediately turn back to matt .

m-matt stop stop

he doesn't and you start slapping his back as you try not to moan at how good it feels since chris is right behind you only a couple feet away.

M-matt stop Chris is I-in here

chris walks further in making you embarrassed and nervous.

don't let me stop you matt he says as he walks behind your chair and traces your shaking shoulder with his pointer finger.

w-what no matt s-stop I - I-dont he starts sucking harder as his figures curl inside you hitting the perfect spot.

what you don't want cum on my brothers mouth in front of me he asks into your ear making you shiver .

you whine as you feel yourself getting closer by the second .

you do have a thing for voyeurism so having Chris watch has you turned on but also embarrassed .

mmm no I think you like me watching don't you

mm-no you moan trying to make it seem like you don't like it .

mmm and I think you're a fucking liar he says before his hand is pressing down on your stomach adding to the pleasure matts giving you .

a-ah f-fuck I- im gonna you cry out as you feel the pressure building .

do it chris says in your ear as you look down at matt to see him already looking at you with a smirk on his face.

you immediately squirt all over him and soaking the chair underneath you .

o-oh my f-fucking god you whine as you come down from your high and Chris lifts his hand and Matt unlatches his mouth and pulls out his fingers.

keep her around she's fun Chris says before walking to the fridge to get a water.

Matt smirks at you . Oh trust me i'm planning on keeping her around for a very. long. time he says in a deep tone .

You sigh as you close your legs after catching Chris look down at your soaked pussy.

he smirks and comes back over to where you and Matt are as he bends down to whisper in your ear.

don't think I didn't notice the way you pulsed when you caught me looking he says making you gasp.

okay leave her alone Chris matt says as he helps you stand up and throws a towel down on the chair to soak up your juices.

im just having fun chris says patting you on the back .

good night he says before walking away like nothing had just happened.

you look at Matt . Matt what the fuck was that you ask with furrowed brows and a confused look on your face.

what you didn't enjoy that ? he asks with a smirk on his face. He knows all you're kinks so you cant even fool him if you try to lie.

I- I don't know it was just... a little bit weird

why? Because he's my brother

yeah I guess I don't know I just... didn't think you'd let him do that.

Oh trust me thats the first and last time i'll let him touch what's mine he says in a deep tone as he leans down to get in your face.

oh what's yours huh? you ask in a joking tone.

mhm he says before pulling you into a deep kiss

you both pull away as you look up at him .

I like the sound of that you say referring to him calling you "his"

oh I bet you do he says smiling and placing a kiss on your forehead.

I need to call all my clients for today he says as he starts walking back to the stairs leading to his room you follow him .

why you ask confused

well its now... 6 am and we've gotten no sleep . Id much rather spend the day in bed... with you . instead of in the office trying to stay awake for 7 hours.

ahh good point I guess I wouldn't mind spending the day in bed with you you say in a joking manner rolling your eyes playfully.

You enter his room and he goes to the closet grabbing you a sweatshirt to put on since the entire bottom of the shirt you have on is soaked from earlier activities. He also grabs a changes of clothes since his were soaked.

you both change and he takes your clothes from last night and the stuff you both just changed out of to the laundry.

Im gonna call my clients real quick feel free to roam around a bit until i'm done and i'll come find you he says smiling at you.

okay i'm gonna go to the greenhouse hopefully ill catch the sunrise you say with big smile and clasp your hands together before leaving the room and trying to find your way to the greenhouse.

You reach the stairs that lead to the greenhouse and as you make your way up you run into someone.

Oh shit i'm so sorry you frantically say to whoever you bumped into .

you're good girl . where were you headed who your guessing can only be nick.

The greenhouse actually Matt told me that you planted everything in there

ahh yeah I love the green house i'm actually headed there now come on he says as he walks with you to the greenhouse.

you follow him in and smile as you look through the glass ceiling and the bright color filled sky.

wow its beautiful in here at sunrise

it really is he says smiling at you . you look very familiar he says furrowing his eyebrows

yeah I um- I met you briefly yesterday ... in matts office you say awkwardly not knowing how he'll react.

ahhh yes you had a really cool outfit on I remember... y/n right

yeah that was me

mmm . I haven't seen Matt bring home girl in years he says smiling at you with a small chuckle let alone a client

hmmm you hum with a smile .

I love the night rider lilies you planted in here they are my favorite flower

you know I can see that they fit your vibe he says smiling at you .

Thank you thats probably the best compliment ever ever gotten

no problem . I have to go meet my boyfriend for coffee but hopefully i'll see you later? he smiles at you as he makes his way to the exit doors .

yeah by the looks of it I won't be leaving anytime soon but I don't mind I could stay in this house forever and be happy you say smiling .

well see you later then he says before exiting and making his way to the front of the house .

you decide to sit on a bench by the fountain in one of the corners and watch the sun fully rise . You smile to yourself . Never in a million years did you think that therapy would actually be enjoyable and definitely didn't think you'd end up fucking your therapist either but you're not mad about the outcome one bit .

You decide to make your way back inside the house since the green house was bit cold since its cold outside and the windows don't do anything to keep heat in. Not to mention you're completely naked under the oversized sweatshirt.

You decide to make your way to the library and sit down in one of the big chairs and read one of the many dark romance books from the shelf.

As you sit there and read you start to get tired and you struggle to keep your eyes open . After you sit there rereading the same page over and over you nod off to sleep.

30 minutes later...

you feel like you're being shaken which causes your eyes to open slowly . You meet eyes with Matt who's smiling softly at you .

Come on sweetheart lets go to bed he says as he picks you up and Carries you back down the stairs and into his room .

He softly lays you under the warm silk sheets and comforter and goes to turn off the lights and shut the window curtains .

he climbs in next to you and pulls you close as you rest your head on his chest and drape a leg over his waist.

night you say in a soft almost inaudible voice

goodnight beautiful he says before you both drift off to sleep.

Part 5 maybe idk I can definitely keep this going if y'all want more but if not then the end ...

lmk if I should make more parts 💋

#matt sturniolo #fanfiction #chris sturniolo #dirty nasty

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things you said while we were driving plssssssss (4 whatever ship u so desire)

hellooo did this for clegan specifically for me and @swifty-fox's au we've been cooking we lov this version of our boys hope u do too gdfjff vague context: modern au where they are both unwell 🙃 this also ended up being 1.5k whoops

cw anorexia

John finds him in their usual spot. The camera nestled in the far corner of the yard hasn’t worked for months, operating solely as a fear mongering tactic. There’s a nook beneath it, tucked between the outside wall and the yard fence. It’s a good place for hiding. For trading cigarettes for gum, for kissing. Gale has only used it to hide lately. He sits against the wall, pulling at the hem of his fraying t-shirt, watching the strange glide of his pale skin slide over the bones of his hand, flexing his knuckles. There’s a rustling in the foliage beyond the fence. Gale looks up, expecting to see a rat, and instead comes face to face with John for the first time in weeks. He’s grinning. Gale blinks at him, bewildered, heart kicking in his chest, as John is grinning right at him. He’s got a beanie pulled down low despite the summer air, and he’s brandishing honest to God bolt cutters.

“Jesus, John,” Gale says.

John winks as he cuts the fence. “C’mon, baby. We’re goin’ for a ride.”

...

“You look worse,” John says, tapping his restless fingers against the steering wheel and fiddling with the stereo.

“Ain’t as bad off as you,” Gale says. “What’s with the moustache?”

John laughs. Turns to Gale with eyes gleaming. “Straight razors, baby! World is your oyster.”

Gale rolls his eyes and smiles. He drops his head back against the carseat, pulling his sweater closer around his body as the breeze rushes in from John’s open window. There’s some upbeat old song rattling its way out of the tiny speakers, John singing along loudly as he vibrates in his seat. Gale rolls his head on his neck lazily to look at him. He seems okay. Curls grown past his brows, flopping down over them in gorgeous, loose spirals. He’s got shadows under his eyes, purpling and deep, but he’s boundless with energy that might be infectious if Gale weren’t so hungry. He watches as John dances in one place, grin still plastered below that stupid little moustache.

“You okay, Bucky?”

“Peachy,” John smiles at him. He squints, then, looking at Gale with scrutiny, and far too much time with his eyes off the road. “You okay?”

“Mm,” Gale says. He shifts a little, feeling his seatbelt dig into his hip bones. “Better now you’re back.”

“Huh?” John says over the roar of the wind. “Sorry, what was that? You gone soft on me, Buck?”

Gale groans in false irritation. Says quietly, “Heard me the first time, John.”

John throws his head back and laughs. Leans out the window like a dog and hollers down the open road, one hand on the wheel and the other on the door, and Gale drags him back inside as he swerves. The midday sun beats down on the hood of the car, trees rushing past, and as Gale settles back into his seat he watches, and tries to identify them. He grows tired after a while. Tucks his legs up and leans into the passenger side door, eyes drifting shut.

“Where we goin’, Bucky,” he says, keeping them closed.

“Takin’ you on holiday, doll,” John says. “Gonna find you a diner and feed you up. Or you can watch me, because I’m fuckin’ starving. Then we’ll get a motel, one of those ones with the heart shaped beds. And I got a friend down South, real sweet kid, you’ll like him, Buck, you’ll really get on. He’s kinda loud, y’know, but I know you like that, really, and he’s got all these fuckin’ baseball cards. Which ain’t your thing, I know, but, he’s real sweet. Lives with his boyfriend, Kenny, he’s got the biggest garage you ever seen. But we’ll get the motel first. One of those ones with a claw foot tub. But we’ll get to a diner first, ’cos I’m starving. You starving, doll?”

Gale hums in vague acknowledgement. The motion of the car rocks him into a nodding state, and he thinks he might sleep like the dead with nobody interrupting to check on him.

...

“Buck.”

Gale shrugs off a hand on his shoulder.

“Buck.”

Gale groans, tucking his face further into the loose hood of his sweater, turning away.

“Shit- Gale. Gale.”

“Wh’sit?” Gale mumbles.

“Aw, Jesus, thank God,” John is saying, continuing to jostle Gale roughly from his doze. Gale shivers as he comes to, entire body laden with the aching remains of sleep. He can’t seem to shake it off fully. He opens his eyes, sees John’s pinched face swimming in front of him. They’re still in the car, but it’s stopped moving. “You fuckin’- been parked here half an hour, baby, you wouldn’t- fuck, you’re freezing.”

Gale is. He becomes aware of it like falling; gradually, then all at once, full-bodied shudders ripping through him, making his teeth chatter. He hugs his arms tighter around himself, fingers brushing against his shaking ribs. He looks groggily out of the window. The light outside is milky, but not as if it’s fading- more like it’s just begun to birth.

“Wh’re are we?” he says. His jaw is clenched against the chill in his bones, pushing his words out in odd slurs.

“Uh,” John’s head whips around. As he comes further into focus, Gale can see the shadows under his eyes have darkened still, a vaguely wild expression in his face. “I don’t know. Been drivin’ all night. I think- fuck, I think I had the window open too long or somethin’, Buck, I turned around a while back and your lips were all blue.”

Gale absently presses trembling fingers to his mouth. “’M fine.”

“We gotta find that diner,” John says. “Hey, Gale, look at me. When’s the last time you ate, huh? Can you remember for me, darlin’?”

Gale scrunches his eyes shut again. Tries hard to think. “Y’mean solid food.”

He hears John hiss. “Ah, shit.”

Gale grunts around the pain in his stomach. “Don’t go back, Bucky, please.”

“We’re not, don’t worry, I wouldn’t,” John says. He’s shuffling around, now, and Gale reopens his eyes to see him leaning into the back of the car, knocking aside various debris and pulling out a bag of chips. Gale wrinkles his nose, and shakes his head. “Look, I know you’re stubborn, but I’m freaked out, alright, baby. You don’t look so hot, Buck.”

“’M fine,” Gale says. He musters up more conviction, sitting straighter in his seat despite the stiffness in his spine. “Just give me a jacket.”

“I haven’t got one, Buck, it’s fuckin’ July.” John drops the bag of chips, continuing his root around until he finds a can of coke. Gale sets his jaw at the glaring red of it. “Just half. Buck, c’mon. American staple, huh? Goes with the whole trip. Just a bit of sugar, baby, then we’ll find that heart shaped bed. It ain’t half as bad as that shit you get back there, is it?”

Gale’s nostrils flare. John’s impossible when he’s got a bee in his bonnet, and Gale takes the offending can if only to shut him up; get him driving once more. He cracks it suspiciously. Takes a sniff.

“Windin’ me up, now, Gale, it ain’t gonna hurt you,” John says. He turns to the wheel either way. Shoves the key in the ignition and looks back at him with a pointed scowl.

“You ain’t never cared before,” Gale says. He’s still looking at the tab of the can with disdain.

“Never been this far from fuckin’ medical advice with you before,” John says. “Didn’t think I needed- fuck, was this stupid?”

“Jesus, Bucky,” Gale says. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Look.”

Gale bites down on his bravado. Inhales deep and shaky, fingers denting the can with the force of his grip, the little click click click of the bending metal pacing with the thrum of his heart. He takes a sip. Nausea washes over his tongue like thick honey. Every sugary pop of the soda on his taste buds tingles all the way down to his empty, clenching stomach, heavy in it, and poisonous. He hasn’t tasted anything so good in years. John’s eyes are boring into the side of his head as he turns the car out of the shoulder. Gale drinks down another gulp, larger and stinging. So, so sweet. He lowers the can, licks his lips, gathering the stray, sticky droplets, and tries not to moan in wretched pleasure. He turns to John instead, watching his jaw grind against the tug of a smile.

“Okay?” Gale says.

“Okay when you stop damn shakin’,” says John.

He puts his hand on Gale’s leg, leaning past the gear stick as they veer back onto the highway. His long fingers reach around to the soft underside of Gale’s knee, his thumb brushing gently at the lower part of his inner thigh. Gale tries not to bounce his leg at the feel of sugar filling his veins.

“Heart shaped bed, huh, Bucky?” he says.

John smirks at the road. “Drink your fuckin’ soda.”

Gale curls his bony fingers over John’s hand on his thigh. Grimaces, and takes another sip.

“There he is,” John says. “Y’alright, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, Bucky,” Gale smiles. “Told you so.”

#wild eyes #clegan #mota #masters of the air #mota fanfic #john egan #gale cleven #frankiefic #tw ed

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DERIVED FROM POWER | CH. 3

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5

A/N: Chapter 2 and 3 are both a little bit shorter so here’s two chapters in one day! I will preface by saying this will be a fully platonic fic, sorry if I got anyone's hopes up! Also, stay tuned for more characters you know and love… 👀

WC: 1090

Warnings: None

CHAPTER THREE

Natasha eventually guided Y/N to a spare bedroom down the hall, making sure she was okay before going to her own room to sleep. “If you need anything, I’m right across the hall. Sleep well,” the redhead spoke before closing the door.

Y/N looked around the room, eyeing the queen sized bed, dresser, desk, TV, and large window that took up an entire wall. There was even a private bathroom past the closet as well. It wasn’t as modern as the rest of the building, it almost felt cozy. Although smaller than her room at home, she didn’t mind. A bed was a bed, after all, and the girl was beginning to feel exhausted after that chaotic series of events.

Yet even under her heavy eyelids, Y/N felt a sense of urgency, like she had to do something. Her trust had grown minimally for these people, and even if they did care about her, or cared about the money they were getting paid, she didn’t want to put anyone else at risk. If their story about her genetic modifications was even true.

So, Y/N decided to leave the tower, mostly to avoid anyone else getting hurt, but also because she could only trust herself. She couldn’t handle the feeling of being a fragile glass object here, it wasn’t something she was used to after being in the public eye all her life. She was like a ticking time bomb that threatened to go off, either by discovering her power’s true potential or by another attempt at a HYDRA attack. She waited what felt like an hour before stepping into the hall and slowly shutting her bedroom door, careful not to let the hinges squeak.

The floor was completely empty, the lights turned off which let the moon glow even brighter into the large windows. Y/N stepped softly towards the elevator, hoping its quiet dings and whirring weren't loud enough to wake a bunch of hyper-aware superheroes. Luckily, it didn’t- and Y/N successfully left the fifth floor. She wasn’t quite sure how to leave the building, seeing as she’d only toured the garage and her current floor so far, but she knew that the first floor was on ground level.

After pressing the button etched with the number 1, the elevator shifted downwards and soon slid its heavy doors open to a large walkway, two tall glass front doors standing at the end. The girl walked towards them quickly, passing an empty front desk and a soft bubbling fountain. ‘Tony really likes to prove he’s a billionaire.’ Y/N thought as she passed the ornate cascade of water.

Soon, the large front doors became even larger as the girl stood in front of them, reaching to push it open. Her hand couldn’t even make contact with it though, as suddenly her fingers were covered with webs. “What the hell?!” She shrieked, pulling her hand close. The sticky spider web was connected to something else, the girl whipping around her head to face where the trail led.

A boy, around her age, with dark brown hair and eyes was leaning against a large pillar. She immediately recognized him. Spider Man. Also known as Peter Parker. He was a lower-key superhero than the rest of the team, which Y/N respected. What she didn’t respect was the spider webs that were stuck to her fingers, preventing her from opening the front doors of the tower.

“Sorry, Y/N. I can’t let you leave.” Peter spoke. Y/N looked at him puzzled, unsure how he already knew her name. ‘Am I that famous around here?’ The girl thought. He could see her confusion, and slowly walked over as he retracted the webs that covered the girl's hands. “Tony paid me twenty bucks to make sure you don’t leave tonight.”

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. Of course Tony would pay someone else to do his job, just like her parents did. She felt like she was getting passed around, one person always giving their responsibility to the next like Y/N was a puppy from the pound no one wanted. “This is hilarious. I can’t believe a bunch of superheroes who save lives can’t even be relied on to support a helpless girl.” She jabbed, knocking herself down with words to make a point.

“I don’t think you’re helpless.” Peter stated blankly, now standing right in front of the girl. The moonlight now gleamed through the glass front doors, lighting the open first floor. Y/N’s face was covered with the white moonlight, her arms crossed as she turned to face him. Her expression softened for a moment at his words, but the defensiveness quickly returned.

“I’m not. I just hate that first, my parents don’t want to deal with me, so they leave after lying to me my whole life. Then a group of superheroes, which by the way- one of them was pretending to be my family’s security guard my whole life- decides to suddenly ‘save me’ when I’ve actually been in danger this whole time just so they can feed their hero complex, and now they want to sleep yet still won’t let me leave- but god forbid they tell me that themselves because a bed is SO much-” She rambled, suddenly cut off by the boy.

“I won’t leave you.” Peter spoke, loud enough to cut through Y/N’s words yet soft enough to leave her speechless at his kindness. She swallowed her sudden shyness and looked to the ground, gathering her thoughts as she didn’t expect him to care this much.

“You’re sweet, but I have to go, really. As much as I’ve enjoyed being covered in gross spider webs, I need to leave so no one is in danger.” Y/N told him. He took a breath, looking downwards. Before Y/N could finish reaching for the front door again, a new voice interrupted.

“Glad you had a chance to meet Spider-kid. Like I said earlier, you aren’t going anywhere.” It was Tony Stark, who appeared from the elevator. He was being trailed by Natasha, who seemed to be wide awake. Tony, on the other hand, still tired and a bit fed up. “Thanks Peter, here.” The billionaire handed the kid a $20 bill, Peter eyeing the money and Y/N before quickly accepting it and shoving it into his pocket.

Peter winced as Y/N punched him in the arm. “Sorry, Tony said to text him if you tried to leave.”

#marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfic series #natasha romanoff #tony stark #peter parker #mcu #natasha romanoff x reader #the avengers #derivedfrompowerseries

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thewolvesof1998 · 8 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

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HOLY SHIT I haven't posted anything since last year (yes I had to make the joke, sorry not sorry) but really it has been a while, I took an unplanned writing break, I was struggling so much with chapter four of They don’t know (your name is already mine) that I just had to step away for a moment but that turned into uh a month...Anyways I'm back here's some of my pirate AU and some from Chpt. 4 just for shits and giggles:

Pirate AU:

The salt spray coats his face, the wooden deck beneath his boot rolls with the waves and with the taste of salt on his lips he’s never felt more at home. He can feel the presence of his crewmates at his back, unhurriedly going about their tasks but he can’t turn to face them. His eyes are stuck staring at the horizon, watching as the yellow sun dips beyond the edge, painting the sky with oranges and pinks. As the stars show he can smell gunpowder and the metallic taste of blood lingers in the air. The shouts of fighting are muted as the sounds of crashing waves rise until it’s all he can hear. He knows what comes next, he tries to move but his feet are rooted in place as if the wood has grown vines and trapped him there. Agonising pain flares in his right thigh, then his left shoulder, as a blade is run through him from behind. He feels the blood run from his body, soaking his uniform and the deck below him. He just stands there as the life drains out of him, helpless to do anything but watch as the moon rises and makes its arch across the sky until he’s as cold as death, until whatever is holding him there releases and he drops to the deck like he’s puppet with cut strings. But instead of wood, there’s a straw mattress and instead of the constant sway of a ship he’s on solid ground. The pain’s still there but rather than the sharp burning pain of new wounds they ache and seize like they have for the past six months since they fullied healed and will probably ache for the rest of his life. Eddie takes in a gasping breath, tastes the bitter salt of sweat on his lips and rubs the sleep and lasting images of the sea from his eyes.

They don’t know (your name is already mine) Chapter Four:

“I’ve ruined Christmas,” He knows he’s pouting but he can’t help it, their first Christmas together as a married couple, as an official family and he’s ruined it. “Buck no-” Eddie tries to protest but Buck knows he has, not only are all his presents probably ruined but he’s going to have to spend Christmas in the Hospital without his boys because he will be damned if he ruins their Christmas even more than he already has. “-I’m tired, and in pain, please can you call the nurse,” He knows he’s shutting down and leaving Eddie out in the cold but he feels a tightness in his chest and tears burning in his eyes and all he wants to do is fall back into oblivion for a bit and he knows he’s running away from his feelings but he thinks it would be okay to do that until after Christmas. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” Eddie kisses the back of Buck’s hand before getting up, when he’s at the door he looks back briefly, shooting a look of concern at him before stepping out of the room.

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aal03v3ra · 2 months

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Lifeguard!Gojo x Swimmer!Reader x Lifeguard!Geto

According to your schedule a normal day for you was when, you woke up at 4, got to practice by 4:30 and then trained for 3 hours, went to college, had practice in the afternoon again and then slept. It may sound extreme to other people but you love it. Its not really just the swimming aspect of it but also your team. Competing for Jujutsu High was an honor. You had friends in the team, some closer then others. Yuji and Fushigirou were your best friends, the three of you started to get known as ‘the big three’. It made sense really, you three held the fastest records in the entire history of the swim team.

You held all the fastest records for evey race that was under 400 meters. Yuji held almost all of the first place records in mens while Fushigirou had almost all the second place records in mens. The only things they moved down a rank in was the 50 meter butterfly and the 50 meter freestyle. These records were held by Gojo Satarou and Suguru Geto. The best bit about it is the fact that you get to see both of the record holders every friday during afternoon training. They had their part time jobs as lifeguards and would sometimes even give you and the rest of the swimmers some tips. Gojo was slender, had white hair and the most beautiful eyes on the planet almost the perfect body… to be doing freestyle. On the other hand Geto had broad shoulders, black hair and had one of the most handsome faces you had ever seen. Both of then were similar in height and were ripped asf. You sat there on the benches before practice thinking about all this. “Y/n? Y/n!” Yuji snaps you out of your thoughts as he continues doing some stretches to warm up. “What do you want?” you snap back a bit annoyed that you were stripped of your perfect veiw at the lifeguard chairs. “Coach Byron has been glaring at you,” Fushigirou says, “you cant be just sitting there when your meant to be warming up.” You look up at my coach and see his stern look immediately making you turn around and begin doing jumping jacks.

You cant help but keep looking at the 2 hot figures sitting in the tall lifeguard chairs. Yuji seems to notice, he raises and eyebrow. “Damn y/n didnt know you were all that into older guys,” Your cheeks flush. “I am not into the lifeguards.” Fushigirou and Yuji both grin. “We never mentioned the lifeguards,” You internally scream. “Have you guys ever tried doing jump pushups?” You ask trying to changs the subject. Fushigirou chuckles at your attempt to divert the conversation but nonetheless goes along with it. “Nope, but I bet you 5 bucks that you cant do it.” Your scoff playfully and pretend to be offended. Practice goes on as usual and you get into the water and start doing some laps. Thats when things start going wrong. As you are doing your flip turn at the wall you slam your hand into the lane rope so hard that it starts to bleed. You immediately hop out thankfull for the water on your body hiding the tears.

Coach Byron walks up to you quickly with a concerned look. “Are you alright?” He asks as he looks down and takes your hand into his. “Oh dear, that must hurt” Blood still dripping down your hand. Despite your efforts to resist he drags you to the lifeguards. You watch as the two men get off their seat and come towards you. Your heart beat going crazy. Yuji and Fushigirou have finished their set and are now watching you with eyes that told you they would never leave you alone for this. “You alright sweetheart?” Geto asks you with a deep voice that sends a shiver down your spine. “Lets see then,” Gojo walks over to you and takes your hand “ouch. Thats a bad one, Geto here slams his hand into the lane rope all the time.” You smile as you notice and embarrassed blush creep up onto Getos face. “Shut up Satarou.” You watch as they say something to your coach. “Alright then lets go,” You look at Gojo confused “go where?” Geto smiles “Into the lifeguard’s locker room. The first aid kit is in there.” Your mind races at the thought of you alone with the two finest men in the country in a locker room. You look over at the lane your friends were in only earning a sly wink from Yuji. They really are never gonna let this go.

As you walk into the locker room with both men infront of you Gojo sighs. “Thanks for getting me out of there darling,” He smiles “you have no clue how boring it is to just sit there.” You blush at the nickname a bit and he seems to notice. A smirk creeps onto his face. Geto walks up to you with a first aid kit and swiftly lifts you up and put you on the counter top with the sinks. This does not help the redness of your cheeks. Gojo whispers something into Getos ear as he bandages you up.

Geto raises and eyebrow at you when hears whatever Gojo had whispered. You look at them confused but quickly look away being unable to control your heart beat when you make eye contact with the man covering your wound. You hear a chuckle making you look up at the bulky man. He finishes bandaging your hand but doesnt let go of it. You look at him confused, your heart skips a beat as you make eye contact. Without breaking his gaze he lifts your hand and kisses it. He winks at you “Do I make you blush baby?” Can people hear your heartbeat from outside you? “w-what?” you ask in a flustered voice. “You know staring at us before practices, stalking our social media platforms using Yuji’s account” Geto says with a smirk “Don’t forget watching the ck commercial we did on repeat” Gojo adds. By this point your face was as red as it could get. “Shut up,” You manage to say. “Make me” You hear Gojo tease. “how about we take this off,” Geto says as he removes your swim cap. Your slightly wet hair is tied up in a messy bun. You can’t resist anymore. “If I lose one you lose one” you say in a suprisingly flirty way. You tug at the bottom of his shirt. Your internally screaming. Your comment earns a chuckle from the man in front of you. Geto pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion revealing his perfect abs and toned torso. A blush creeps onto your face “That includes you too” you say looking at Gojo.

“Damn,” you say under your breath as you take in the sught of the two shirtless men infront of you. Gojo slowly walks behind you and hugs you from behind taking in the scent of chlorine. You sit still as Geto holds your jaw and makes you face him. Before you realise what he is doing he smashes his lips into yours. As he does so Gojo starts planting purple marks on your shoulder and neck. Gojos hand start creeping up your body and stop at your ribs. You gasp slightly as his cold hand slip into your swimsuit. Moans escaping your busy mouth as he plays with your tits. Geto kisses you rougher and whispers “shh baby~ we dont want anyone hearing us now do we?”

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#gojo smut #geto x reader #geto smut #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #swimming #lifeguard #fem reader

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ythankucaptainmccoy · 2 months

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Simon Ghost Riley x Reader (The Living Kill Too) Ch.4

I don't own any characters other than Jack and Josie. Warning: blood and gore, mentions of past sexual assault and zombies. Just as an FYI I may be posting more often. I broke my L2, L3 and L4 Vertebrae being bucked off a horse so resting means more writing to keep myself from going insane with boredom.

The next morning you woke to see Josie by the back door packing all the food items from the cellar. “What’s going on”, you mumbled, still half asleep. “Ghost wanted to load up the food and supplies you got at the hospital into the truck. He said we will be heading back to your base tomorrow”, she happily replied. You nodded and went outside to see Ghost coming up the back fields in the old 1983 C30 red and tan chevy.

When he pulled into the back yard he shut the engine off, and approached you. “How are ya’ feelin’?”, he inquired. “I’m sore, but I’ll be alright”, you said, letting your eyes fall to his feet. You felt dirty and you let that little voice nag at you for not fighting hard enough. Ghost knew better than you were truly alright because he wasn’t alright after what happened to him. The mask, his fucked up mind and his persona while wearing said mask was proof of that.

“Is it okay if I take a look at your face? Want to make sure there’s no major swellin’ “, he explained. You nodded as he took your chin and tilted your face up. You could tell as soon as he realized how bad it truly looked in the light of day that he was angry. “I’m sorry”, you replied, trying to look down again. “Love ya’ have nothin’ ta be sorry for. It wasn’t your fault I swear to ya’ I’ll make him suffer more when we get back to base”, he hushed.

“I thought you killed him”, you responded. “Nah love, I want him to suffer. No easy way out for him until I think he has paid for what he not only did to ya’ ,but what he did to Josie' ', he confided. You blinked a couple times then nodded as his hand went back to his side. You tried to help Josie load the bed of the truck, but she kept shooing you back inside. You made lunch as they finished loading the bed of the truck.

“So what’s with the small livestock trailer? You could only get one cow in there”, you asked Ghost. “It’s for transportin’ that bastard back and the rest of the food”, he responded. As you cooked dinner you could hear the curses and yelling as Ghost dragged your attacker into the back of the livestock trailer. You stepped onto the back porch and watched in satisfaction as Ghost gagged him and punched him several times.

Ghost looked up at you and nodded as if giving you reassurance that everything was okay. When the livestock trailer had been loaded the rest of the way Ghost secured it with a chain and padlock he had found in the old barn. When he came in you gave him his portion of food and soon Jack and Josie made their appearance from the living room. As you all sat around the fire trying to stay warm it started to thunder outside.

“Great another night of storms”, Josie lamented. “Could be worse”, you replied. The night was unsettling. You could have sworn on several occasions you could hear dead screeching in the distance, but it was probably just a wild animal. Being the only one still awake you walked to the mud room to get more firewood. You could have sworn you saw movement outside, but played it off as your imagination.

Once the new logs were placed on the fire you sat back thinking over what had happened the last couple of days. At first you cried then the anger set in where you wanted nothing more than to make that asshole suffer. You were so caught up in your anger you didn’t hear the slams against the door until it crashed in. Ghost jumped up immediately grabbing for his rifle, and Josie woke and screamed as the deadhead showed its ugly maw letting out a shriek. Without even thinking you grabbed the poker for the fireplace and ran towards it.

All of the anger you felt about what had happened to you fueled you. You raised the poker above your head and hit it hearing a sickening crack. You swung over and over until Ghost grabbed your arm to stop you. “Is it dead?”, Josie inquired. “It was already dead to begin with”, you replied. “You know what I meant”, she huffed. You nodded as Ghost stepped out on the porch saying something about a perimeter check.

When you turned away from what you had done Josie was holding a crying Jack. She tried to quiet him, but nothing seemed to help. He cried even when Josie tried to hand him a carved horse you had as a decoration. It almost seemed like he knew something was very wrong, and it unsettled you that much more.

Ghost came back saying he didn’t see anything out there, but it was strange that there was only one. Ghost stayed up to keep watch after that where you finally fell into a fitful sleep. When you woke it was mid-day and the clouds had lightened some. Ghost eventually came back in the house to inform you he wanted to search some of the small shops on the main street before leaving.

You agreed to go with him and Josie decided to follow along. Most of the shops had been ransacked, but the local pharmacy still had some things on the shelf. You grabbed the cold and flu meds as you never knew if you would need them. Another thing you saw was a box of condoms and you shook your head as a memory hit you.

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“So what do you want me to get?”, you asked Kane. “We need more condoms," he laughs. “Oh do we now”, you responded. “Suit yourself I wouldn’t mind being a dad”, he told you seriously. You both had been talking about getting married and starting a family. “I’ll get ‘em”, you said through the phone. “Oh if they have those chips I like I want some”, he told you. “Alright I’ll get them and meet you at home”, you replied. You grabbed the condoms and chips heading for the cashier.

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You opened the box and took the foil packets full of condoms since you could use them as gloves if needed. Then a scream from Josie had you sprinting to the back of the store. She was holding a deadhead at arms length while holding Jack in her other arm trying to shield him. You pushed it down then used the poker to attack. You noticed how you funneled your anger of what happened to you to destroy the head.

Josie looked at you as Jack started to cry. “Are you okay?”, you asked. She didn’t say anything as she started shaking. “Come on, let's get back to the house”, you assured her. “Can you take Jack?”, she questioned. You nodded as she took off her swaddle and gave it to you. You placed Jack securely to your chest and made your way back to the house. You made sure to let Ghost know you were taking Josie back to the house. Once back at the house you loaded the rest of the supplies into the truck then decided to check Josie since she had been so close to the deadhead.

Josie let you check her over as you relaxed, finding no bites or wounds. She was clearly shaken up and you let her relax on the couch as you made sure everything was good to go. When you finished up Josie was watching Jack playing. “You know I always wanted a family and a nice small town they could grow up in. I never expected for this all to happen and bring a child into a world like this”, she told you.

“No one expected this, there was no way you could have known. You have to be strong for Jack”, you explained. She nodded as you handed her the poker so she would have a weapon. Then you went upstairs and into your old room. There stood the safe that had your most prized possession. Opening it up you grabbed your bow that you had made yourself with all of the intricate carvings.

The quiver and arrows sat there as well waiting to be used. There were also other guns and ammunition that could be useful. Not knowing if you would ever be back to get them you took everything to the truck. Ghost still wasn’t back, but you figured he would scavenge anything and everything useful. You decided to make sure that the bow string was going to hold up.

In the backyard were some old round hay bales that were dark brown and black, but would make perfect targets. You hadn’t used a bow in so long, but you hoped it would be a muscle memory as you notched an arrow. You went through the motions and let the arrow fly hitting exactly where you were aiming. Smiling to yourself you worked on your quick draw and yeah you were a little slower than you used to be, but you were hitting all of your targets.

“You’re pretty good with that antique”, Ghost mused. You jumped, having been startled as he watched your amusing reaction. “Well I would hope so since I was a state champion with archery in my high school”, you responded. He watched you carefully as you retrieved your arrows. “How’re ya holdin’ up?”, he asked. You knew what he meant, but tried to school your expression to be nonchalant.

“I’ll be alright, besides I have to keep my focus here and now”, you replied. He watched you closely, but nodded, seeming to be happy with the answer. Ghost mentioned something about getting ready to head out, and to give the house a last once over to make sure nothing of importance was left behind. As you were making a last sweep through the basement there was a small envelope with your name on it. The handwriting was Kane’s and you hesitantly opened it to find some letters.

“(Y/N) if you’re reading this then it means I’m no longer around. I’m sorry for not trying harder to be there for you. I wanted you to know I love you so much and it’s not surprising that you outlasted me. You were always the stronger one in the relationship. I hope you didn’t cry too much over me because I more than likely died protecting you and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Promise me that you will continue to fight. I was hoping that we would be able to have a family as much as that sounds fucked up now, but I did hope to secure this area and to grow old with you. If you find any other survivors just remember to be wary, but also give people a chance. If you end up finding another just know I would not hold it against you to love again. You always did say that the greatest thing about the world was love.

P.S. I always thought that was BS until we got together. Until we meet again whether that’s soon or way later (hopefully way way later) I love you and stay strong

Love,

Kane”

You wiped your eyes of the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Then a small photo fell from the envelope. The picture was of you and Kane when you were assigned to his unit. Half of the people in the photo had died, but the others were scattered to the wind. You never really stayed in touch after the army, but you hoped they were out there surviving as well.

Stuffing the photo into your bag you walked out to the truck. You squeezed into the middle seat since Ghost was driving and Josie was holding Jack in the passenger seat. You kept thinking about the letter and picture you had found that was now nestled in your pack. Jack fell asleep surprisingly fast as Josie kept her eyes out the window. Sleep claimed you soon after Jack had fallen asleep.

You woke to a small whimper from Jack and a shout from Ghost. When you looked at Josie her eyes were glazed over dead just like everything now in this wasteland. You panicked as she lunged her face toward Jack. Without thinking you shoved her against the door as Ghost yelled for you to move. Then you felt teeth sink into your shoulder as you reached for the door.

It swung open and grabbing Jack you pushed Josie out the door as Jack wailed. Ghost had his gun trained on your head as he coaxed Jack from your arms. Ghost had pulled over to the side of the road. Before you could try to plead your case with Ghost his finger closed around the trigger and a sharp pain then darkness.

You jolted awake so hard it startled Ghost a little as the truck veered slightly. You quickly looked over at Josie who was fast asleep, and Jack was still sleeping soundly. “ ‘nother nightmare?”, Ghost questioned. “Yeah I feel like I’m getting them more often”, you replied rubbing your eyes. “It’s to be expected with what ya’ been through”, he stated. He looked at you briefly as you rubbed your eyes.

“Can I ask you a question?”, you asked. “Well ya’ just did”, he chuckled. The chuckle had your eyes widening, but he nodded for you to ask away. “When I stumbled upon you and Soap what happened before that?”, you blurted out. “We were out searchin’ for supplies when we ran across a band of guys who had made camp there. They shot at us, we shot back an’ Soap took a bullet that shoulda’ been meant for me”, he explained. “What were you doing out there?”, Ghost asked.

“I was scavenging for food. When I told you that Kane died it was only two weeks before I met you and Soap. I was so disoriented after running for my life that I didn’t pay attention to where I was running. I got lost and basically kept wandering in and out of little towns. I had a week's worth of food with me so it wasn’t too bad until I realized I was out”, you explained.

“I was on the verge of giving up and ending it all before I stumbled into the outskirts of the town we met in”, you finished. Ghost kept glancing at you out of his peripheral vision as you admitted to thinking about killing yourself. How many times had he had those thoughts when his demons came calling. How many times did he put those thoughts to use to survive in a hostile environment.

He had seen the fire in your eyes when you had attacked that deadhead back at the house. He saw a little bit of himself in you even if it was a very small bit. He got a feeling or a need per say to protect you from any other harm. This was new, sure he felt some need to protect teammates, but this felt different like he wanted to take all your pain and make it his own. This was dangerous territory; he didn't need any attachments.

Attachments could be deadly he had seen that even before the world went to shit. He shook his head a little as you yawned. “Do you want me to drive?”, you asked, not knowing what else to say. “Nah, besides here in the next couple hours I’ll stop so everyone can stretch their legs”, he told you. You nodded as you watched his hands on the wheel. Those hands that left heat on your body wherever they touched. The hands that held you when you were a sobbing broken mess.

He had taken care of you and as much as you hated to say it you started to look at him like you had looked at Kane. You chastised yourself knowing this was a horrible idea, but you wanted to get to know him. The silence consumed the truck cabin once again until it was interrupted by a yawn and a squeal. Jack was awake and Josie was still fast asleep. You carefully scooped him up into your arms and sat him in your lap as he pointed at different things. You told him the name of each thing he pointed at as he repeated them.

It was a game you both played until Ghost pulled off into a clearing. You gently woke Josie to let her know about the pit stop. Stretching had never felt so good, and right now you were enjoying the warmth of the sun. Ghost as always was on high alert as you grabbed some paper and walked into the woods to relieve yourself. You felt like you were being watched as you made your way back to the clearing.

When you made the clearing a shot rang out and Ghost yelled for everyone to take cover. You had a clear view of everyone and you could see that there were two shooters. One was starting to flank the vehicle that Ghost was hunkered down behind. You drew an arrow and fired, hitting the guy in the arm as he let out a scream. You notched another arrow and let it fly, this time hitting him in the chest. He went down, but you had stayed in your position too long as you felt hot pain go through your leg. You spun behind the tree and dropped trying to keep from screaming.

Your leg was bleeding but it had a clean entry and exit wound. You didn’t have anything to stop the bleeding and you peaked around the tree to see Ghost was gone from his position. You heard screaming and swearing. When you peaked again the guy was in hand to hand with Ghost. You quickly crawled to the trailer and took position behind it. You notched an arrow and came from behind cover where Ghost was winning the fight.

In another couple moments Ghost plunged his knife into the guy's throat. He then did a quick perimeter check. He yelled for the all clear and that's when Josie and Jack appeared from behind a large tree. The adrenaline was wearing off and you collapsed to the ground. Pain from your leg was making your vision blurry with tears as you lay back and tried to breathe.

“You’re gonna’ be alright luv just hold on”, Ghost’s voice soothed. You watched through blurry eyes as he pulled his belt off with one hand. If you hadn’t been in pain you would have deemed that the hottest sight you had seen since the world went to shit. “I have ta’ apply a tourniquet”, he said accent getting thick. You nodded as he applied his belt above the wound and tightened it. “What are we going to do”, Josie asked.

“We are gonna’ get her in the truck and drive like hell to the base”, Ghost explained. “I have ta’ pick ya’ up now luv”, he informed. You nodded as he slipped his arm behind your back and the other under your knees. Once in the truck Josie got in with Jack and Ghost hitting the gas as you try to stay conscious.

#simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #cod zombie au #simon ghost riley

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testingthewatersss · 9 months

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I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 4 2960 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

It turns out, Bucky has cooked.

When Y/N turns up outside the safe house, hiding from the rain under the door frame, it’s already getting dark.

She knocks three times, and hears the chain being slid across a second before the door opens just wide enough, for her to see his face, smiling shyly in the crack.

“Hey, doll” he murmurs, ushering her inside;

She wastes no time in throwing her soaked leather jacket to the floor, pulling her hair down from the pony tail it’s been in for most of the afternoon.

When she looks up again, she sees him stood, watching her nervously from his position.

“Sweetheart” she coos, reaching over to hold his hands, “What’s that face for?”

The pout he’s wearing is blatant. He tries to mask it by faking a tight lipped smile.

Metal fingers curl around her own, he shifts a little, trying to coax her into a hug.

“Missed you today” is what he manages to whisper into her hair, when she finally takes the hint, and shuffles into his chest, “I…I made dinner, I-I’m not sure if it’s edible yet, but uh- I tried.”

Y/N can feel his heart hammering, his pulse is racing. She presses her lips against his throat, kissing it gently.

He gulps, eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine” she tells him quietly, “and if it isn’t- we’ll order in”

He chuckles silently, nuzzling into her the best he can.

She can smell adrenaline on his skin, she can sense the anxiousness in his posture.

It’s heart wrenching.

“What’s the matter?” she murmurs, pulling back to consider him properly, “Huh, Buck? What’s gotten you so upset today?”

Her palms are hot on his cheeks now, even though he doesn’t remember letting them go.

“…I…” he begins, “I… just, I’ve missed you…”

That’s the same answer as the one he’d given her before, but it sounds different some how. It sounds sadder, and all she can think to do is lean up to kiss him.

He whimpers against her lips, holding her against him for as long as he can, earnestly relishing in the affection.

“‘m here now” she says, “‘m not goin’ anywhere, okay?”

Bucky feels himself nodding, brain still half in a daze from the contact.

The meal he’s made is edible.

It’s pasta, with a sauce he’d found the recipe for in the back of one of Y/N’s magazines.

They hadn’t had any double cream, so he’d used half and half, and he’d never heard of the cheese they’d suggested, so he’d left that out all together.

“It’s good” Y/N beams, “It’s really good, Buck”

He blushes down at her- she’s half in his lap, his arm is draped around her waist as he picks at his own plate with absolute disinterest.

It’s her he’s focused on, the weight of her is grounding, she’s warm and real and lovely.

He’d never eat again, if it meant she’d stay by his side.

She doesn’t want that, though, he knows she worries about him, so he feeds himself mechanically, whilst letting his gaze linger on her face.

The radio is playing a soft song he doesn’t recognise, and the hazy light that had been coming through the cracks in the blinds is gone completely, meaning its only the one, orange desk lamp illuminating the space.

Once the plates are washed and dried, and she’s back, curled up against his chest, she decides to broach the subject she’s been waiting to bring up;

“I spoke to Steve today”

He tenses a little, but his fingers continue trailing up, and down her arm.

“I should hope so, doll” he jokes, “since you’re livin’ with the guy”

“You know what I mean” she jests, shifting a little so they’re face to face, “I told you earlier, he read the file, and the letter.”

He sighs, letting his eyes close for a second as his brow falls against hers.

“He’s not upset with you” she tells him, “He knows it wasn’t your fault”

Bucky feels himself grimace. He wants to argue but knows rehashing everything would be pointless.

“and” Y/N continues, “I spoke to Tony- about you coming back with me.”

She watches him freeze. The shift in him is instant, even in the poor lighting.

He stammers out an “I can’t” before stealing his jaw, nostrils flaring as he sucks in deep breathes through his nose, to try and stop himself from hyperventilating.

“Bucky-”

“I-I-I, oh, oh god-”

“Stop” she insists, reaching up to stroke his cheeks, “please don’t panic”

He’s way past panicking.

He can barely think, anymore.

His lip quivers, he grits his teeth, and screws his eyes shut for a second, before he blinks them open, wide and petrified as he looks at her.

Her chest aches.

“….I can’t keep leavin’ you here, sweetheart…”

Her voice is almost a purr, her fingers are still tracing his face

“….and it’s safer, it’s so much safer at the tower…”

Bucky is still watching her like a wounded stray. He’s totally torn between wanting to cower in a corner, and wanting to hold her tighter, and beg her never to leave him alone again.

“…I promise, baby, it’ll be okay, everything’s alright-”

“-Y-you’re brother—and- and, Steve and, the- the others I- I don't think-”

“My brother” she soothes, her thumb brushing over his chin, “has a hot temper, but he gets it now, Buck and Steve, loves you, he just wants you safe-”

His head shakes a fraction, as if too fight off the temptation her words are breading in his core.

There isn’t anything he wants more than to believe that he could stand a chance at being safe, and happy with her, without having to dread the moment she has to go, and leave him alone in world he barely understands.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me this is working for you.”

Her voice snaps him back to reality, the room that’s so familiar seems to melt away, and suddenly, all Bucky can see is Y/N, the woman he loves so desperately.

He wants to assure her that he’s okay. That he’s coping on his own, with her visiting whenever they have time.

He thinks, she’d be proud of him, if that was true, and that’s all he wants, but it’s not, it’s not true at all, so the words won’t come. He just blinks at her, and feels tears filling his eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart-” Y/N soothes, seeing his devastation increasing so rapidly, “-You’re alright-”

“I’m sorry” he whispers, voice cracking, “I-I’m s-sorry”

Her head shakes, she guides him in for a hug, letting her hands slip around to his back a split second before it starts to heave.

It’s almost instant, Bucky suddenly feels like a such disappointment- Being unable to convince her of his well-being has made him so hyper aware of his real, glaring fear that she’s going to see him the way he sees himself, as something that’s broken, that’s been used and discarded.

He really is sorry. He feels like such a burden that he can take it, he tries to apologise again, but he knows he’s not actually speaking out-loud.

That only intensifies his need to plead for forgiveness, his mouth is bone dry- the plates in his arms fold down with metallic grating, moan.

“You haven’t done anythin’ wrong” Y/N tells him, knowing he needs to hear it, “You don’t have to be sorry, baby, I promise, it’s okay-”

He starts to sob, burying his nose in her neck, clinging to her shirt like a child.

She’s telling him it’s okay. The idea of her abandoning him is intolerable. She’s the only thing making it anywhere close to okay.

“I know your scared-”

“I-I don’t-I-I can’t be on m-my own a-anymore-I- I- I can’t- it-it’s-too, too much-don’t- god, please-doll, p-please don’t leave me-”

The confession and request come quickly, before he can swallow them down-

It sickens him to hear it, to hear himself gushing like that, along side fractured whimpers.

“I know it’s too much” Y/N agrees, still stroking across the back of his ribs, “I know it is, I’m not goin’ anywhere, I promise, take some deep breathes for me, okay? I’m not leaving you here, again.”

He clutches her tighter. Nodding to try and convince himself that she means what she’s saying.

She won’t leave me, She won’t leave me, She won’t leave me, She won’t leave me.

Those words loop around his head like a prayer, they fight against the bitter sting of fear that’s made it’s home in his chest.

His lungs hurt, he’s gasping and choking on air, but she’s asked him to try and breathe deeply, and so he does, he does his best not to splutter too much on the exhale.

“I love you” he cries, needing her to know, “I -l-love you, I- I’m sorry-I- I’m sorry I’m like this- I-I’m tryin’- I’m tryin’ to b-breathe-”

Her head shakes, she hushes him and tells him that she loves him too, that she knows how hard it is for him, right now.

“I-I’ll try- w- with you” he stammers, “I-I’ll do-what-whatever you want”

Her lips meet his tearstained cheek. She shakes her head again.

“We’ll talk about it when you’re feelin’ better” she murmurs, “We have options, it’s not just my choice”

Bucky sniffs bravely, pulling back from the safe space he’s found in the crook of Y/N’s neck.

His eyes are blood-shot, lashes wet, a tear rolls off his nose, even more stream down his cheeks in uneven rivets.

“Hey, handsome” she coos, running her hands across from the nape of his neck, so that she can start to clean his face with her palms, “shall we get you some water?”

The shake of his head is slow, he sniffles again, gulping.

“I…I- love you”

Even with the waiver in his voice, Y/N can’t help but smile as leans in, kissing his brow.

It’s warm, he leans into the contact.

“I love you too” she promises, using her sleeve to swipe under his eyes, “That’s why, I think we should talk about this another time.”

He shakes his head, and she can’t help but sigh.

Despite his emotional condition she knows he’s too stubborn to leave this undecided, she knows he won’t settle until they’ve gotten a plan in place.

She can’t blame him really, anxiety is something he has enough of already, without any unanswered questions nagging at his mind.

“‘m not gonna’- gonna- feel any better-‘bout it tomorrow- it-it’s always- it’s always gonna make-make me-“

“Alright” Y/N concedes, “Alright, let’s talk options.”

He nods, taking deliberately controlled breathes.

“I’m not leaving here on your own anymore-” she tells him, “- so, that’s off the table”

A tear falls from his lashes as he blinks. The urge to apologise again is almost intolerable, he feels totally responsible for their having to be options at all.

“I can move back in here” Y/N adds next, “or, we could find our own place, somewhere new-”

Instantly, he shakes his head again;

“I- I can’t take- take you away from your brother like-like that- I- can’t be the reason he loses y-you too-”

“I’m a grown woman” she replies calmly, “and he’s not losing me, just because I stop living in the same house, just like you don’t lose me, when I’m not spending the night.”

She leans in, her palms drift down to his jaw and she rubs her nose against his, knowing he needs the affection to stay grounded.

He does need it. He feels his fingers furling against her hips, even though he doesn’t remember placing them there.

“I-I don’t-I don’t want you to m-move for me” he whispers, “I k-know you work from the labs there- I-I know- how important it- it is for you to be there”

“You-” she says,”-are important to me.”

He feels his cheeks prickling, he’s sure that if he wasn’t already flushed, he’d be blushing.

“I’m just scared- Y/N/N-“ he hears himself say, “-I know it-it makes sense, me- me comin’ back with you, but- there- there are so many people, there-and I- I- did- I did so many things the-they all-”

“Every single person in that building knows you didn’t mean to do anything.”

Bucky's gaze drops again, he looks small, she thinks, he looks lost and vulnerable.

She swipes her thumbs up over his cheek bones, trying to coax it back to her;

“I didn’t mean too” he agrees quietly, before blinking back at her, “but I did, I did do it, Y/N- I- I killed all those people, y-youre parents and-I-I- shot Natasha, and I- I made Steve-“

“Stop”

He does stop. His words die in his throat.

“It wasn’t your fault, sweetheart” she soothes, feeling his neck start to droop, “I know it hurts, I know it feels like it was, but I promise you- it wasn’t.”

She takes his silence as a victory.

“Is Tony, who you’re most worried about?”

Surprisingly, she believes him, when he whispers out a “No”

“‘m not worried ‘bout him” he continues, “he, he can hate me all h-he want’s I-I don’t- don’t blame him, a-and I- I-I think if he w-wanted me dead- he’d have killed me already-”

“he doesn’t want you dead”

“He should.”

“Well” she sighs, “he doesn’t, and it wouldn’t matter, even if he did, because contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t get everything he wants.”

Bucky forces a tight lipped smile, and feels his head throbbing.

“Baby, what is it that’s gotten you so worked up about this? Yesterday, you said you just wanted Steve to be sure about you comin’ in”

“I know” he agrees, guilty again, “I just-I- I didn’t know h-how-I-I’d feel w-when I- when I knew he’d read th-that file”

“I did tell ya’ that awful was probably the most likely”

That makes him scoff, sad but agreeing.

She had warned him, she’d sat with him and explained how terrible it was going to be for him to know that his oldest friend knew the details in those papers, even if they were far from comprehensive.

“and the letter could’ve been less emotive”

He actually manages to roll his eyes at that, which makes a small smile creep across her lips.

“Y-you said he was okay?”

“He’s fine” she affirms, “He’s worried about you, Buck- that’s all- he just wants to know you’re alright”

“He wants to see me” he counters, “that’s why he’s been’ makin’ Romanoff help him track me for the past 4 months”

“Well, I think he’d like to see you, yes” she agrees, “but he’s promised to be patient, I could smuggle you into the room and I’d trust him to stay away-”

“That’d be cruel- kids got no self control, he’d go mad tryin’ to keep that promise”

There’s a jovial lilt to his voice that she loves, she pecks a kiss to his cheek, and is pleased to feel that they’re not nearly as hot as they were a few moments before.

“Then you let him see you” she suggests, “he knows you need space, I really think once he sees you, Buck- When he realises you’re alright, he’ll be better about not bein’ so mother-hen-”

“You don’t know him like I do” he says, “He’s real loyal-he’s- he feels so responsible-“

“You’re both as bad as each other”

He looks at her, considerate, but quiet.

“I don’t know where you both got this obsession with holdin’ yourselves’ accountable for things’ you had no control over- Nothing that happened after you fell was your fault, and I don’t even know where to start on his feelin’ guilty’ bout it all”

Y/N runs a hand through her hair, when she’s finished speaking. She returns it to it’s previous spot agains’t cheek. He turns to kiss at her fingers.

She curls her thumb over his lips, letting him nuzzle into her wrist.

“I’ll- I’ll try- I’ll try it out”

Her head tilts when she catches his words.

“I- I’ll try, at the tower, doll but- but if it’s too much-”

“then we’ll figure somethin’ else out.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

The promise she makes comes easy. It’s clear he’s been drained by the entire interaction. The hollows under his eyes are dark, and deeper than they’ve been in a while.

“Baby, did you sleep at all last night?”

He squints at her, before shaking his head, nose tickling her palm.

Her brow furrows, concern shining behind the brown eyes she shares with her brother.

She knows he didn’t get more than a few hours the day before; when she thinks back, that must mean it’s been at least a week since he’s gotten a decent nights rest.

“Well that makes our next decision a hell of a lot easier than the last one”

He looks at her, expression muddled.

“We’re gettin’ an early night”

Y/N isn’t sure wether it’s relief or reluctance that creeps onto his face, but with his hair hanging half in front of his eyes, it’s hard for her to tell.

So, she cards it back, rubbing his temple with her thumb.

“You’re exhausted” she notes quietly, “we’ve eaten, we’ve cleaned up, there isn’t anythin’ else we need to talk about, other than how much better you’re gettin’ a cookin’”

He scoffs again, and reaches up to tangle their fingers together.

The pair manage to sleep relatively well. Bucky drifts off quickly, and even though his unconsciousness is very, very fragile, when he does startle himself awake during the night, he finds Y/N’s arms still looped around him, and he’s able to bury his face against her chest, and lull himself back to sleep.

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blissful ignorance

synopsis: Grey's Anatomy is not a show that is praised for its medical accuracy. Although some cases are better than others, this show is just downright frustrating to the trained eyes. aka: 141 boys really appreciate their Doc and love to entertain their many rants.

warnings: sfw but nsfw jokes, fluff, platonic reader but they're close with Gaz & Soap, Grey's Anatomy, medical gore(?)

a/n: i genuinely hate Grey's Anatomy so much, I too, have not watched a single episode. Sorry for those who love this show, but I just can't watch it without being upset at its inaccuracies. So if I get any show things wrong, my bad guys.

Being a medic meant there was a lot of time in between saving 20 men and women in an hour to having nothing to do but count how many flushes you have in the storage room. But when the time hits, there's never enough of it.

But you managed, you always did, because being a head medic meant that you had to be 3 things; quick, efficient, and decisive. You were a master of these values and elements, which made you the best medical personnel this task force had ever seen. From being your field medic's eyes to managing medevacs when they land in your medical bay.

Today was different, however, because well...there was no one hurt. It was as if God had answered your prayers and given you the chance to clock out at 4 pm instead of 4 am.

Trudging over to the rec room, the boys were also left to their own devices for the rest of the night. Soap laid on the cracking leather couch with his feet up on the small wooden coffee table with Gaz on the floor by his feet, a plate of food in his hand. Price and Ghost were on their bets again as the foosball table shook underneath their intensity and focus for 50 bucks.

"What're you two watching?" You smiled as you sat down on the couch with them, propping your legs onto Soap's lap.

Gaz took a piece of a salty cracker and reached up behind him for you. You reach forwards and bite it out of his hand. "We're watching Grey's Anatomy, apparently it's the only thing on right now."

You scoffed as you chewed, throwing your head back onto the leather armrest. "Fucking hate this show, it's so damn stupid."

Soap's hand laid onto your leg as he rubbed it up and down in instinct. "C'mon Doc, it can't be that bad...I mean it's a medical show that's been going on longer than you've been alive probably."

You kicked him in his chest lightly, but enough to get your point across. "I've never watched a damn episode but I can tell you, no fucking intern can do surgery in any hospital! It's just wrong and very risky!"

On the tv, you can hear some of the main characters complain about how their colleagues are stitching wrong. At first, you started to focus on the stitching technique to nitpick but soon it dawned on you that these interns were stitching up their fellow intern's shoulder. You gasped and screamed, "Oh my god?! She did that on purpose?!"

"Sounds like something you'd do, Doc," Ghost's voice boomed over to the three of you as he slaps 50 bucks into Price's palm. Price snorts and pats him on the back as they leaned over the couch to watch with you.

You took offense to his comment and crossed your arms and huffed. "Not at all, I love my techs but I love me more. This is just weird..."

Price scoffed and stood up straight from his place on the backside of the couch. "You do you, Kiddo, but you do seem the type to do that."

You groaned and threw your head back dramatically, giving up on this show. "I had a good day today and this show ruined it! I mean come on, who in their right mind would let INTERNS perform life-threatening surgery on them?"

Price looked at Ghost, they shared a look, and both shook their heads as they went back to their competition. Gaz screamed as blood squirted out in a surgery scene and you hit him on the head to shut him up like a snooze button. "I don't even know what they hit, they probably killed that woman from holding a scalpel like that. Might as well use a switchblade and stab randomly at her."

Johnny stretched himself out and grunted as he draped his arms over the edge of the couch. "Go on, Bonnie, you tell them."

"I'm just saying, why doesn't she just get an actual surgeon?" You grumbled and screamed.

Gaz laid his head back and you rubbed his head. "It's late at night, but it's a big hospital and it's an emergency. It's not hard to find an on-call surgeon that can do a simple appendectomy instead of risking your life just because 'I like my friends.' Stupid, stupid girl!"

Soap giggles with a hand over his mouth as he sees your hand grip Gaz's head and tug it back in forth. Gaz's eyes filled with tears as the pain radiates through his head. "Doc, stop..." He says quietly.

"Yeah, Doc, take a chill pill," Soap laughs as Gaz grasps your wrist and peels your fingers from his skull.

You screamed out in frustration as the one thing that EVERYONE should know, is done wrong in a medical show: CPR. You jump from your seat and tackle Soap out of his spot as you tumble on the ground. Gaz leaps from his spot too and tries to break the two of you away from each other as it quickly turns into a sparring-roughhousing match. Ghost and Price turn over from their game of darts and sigh.

"Johnny, get off of them, by God!" Ghost grumbles as he throws a dart into the 25-ring. Price growled as he slides Ghost a 20.

The two of you stop and you pretend to have collapsed and died as you reach out to Ghost, "Ghost...just know..." you cough, "That I...I...left the oven on..." You flop over and die.

Johnny springs into action as Gaz fakes sobs over your passing, tears forming surprisingly quickly as you feel them fall on your cheek. "No, no! Doc, stay with me here!" Johnny puts his hands over your sternum and prepares to do really bad chest compressions on you. "Don't worry Doc, I saw this on Grey's Anatomy!"

"GET OFF ME YOU SHIT FUCKER!"

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