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[rawwithlove]

✨to die 4✨

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[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon Fucks a Human Sacrifice (part 4)

⟢ part1♡̶sidestory♡̶part2♡̶part3♡̶part4 ⟣

7k words of a fever dream, happy Sunday, sinners ✨💦 I really hope you like it 🥺💖

You were back, unexpectedly but welcomed nonetheless. But now Alastor finds himself in a new kind of hell. There was, unfortunately for him, no killing what he felt when he looked at you.

{Warnings/Promises: Smut, Ace spectrum Alastor x FemReader, Alastor has feelings, creampie is the best nighttime snack, Angel is always the good guy, cervix punishment, mating press, Alastor demon form, Antlers go brrrr, drinking to forget, drowning (in cum)((and emotions)), discussions of murder, Alastor gets horny for discussions of murder, kinda breed kink if you squint, I saw a fan image of a hazbin hotel pool and it’s been stuck in my head for days.}

MINORS DNI (ah! Eh! I — stop. I see you. You know I see you, right? Get outta here! 🚨)

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You were quick to stifle your smile, seeing Alastor standing in front of you with his hand outstretched. Why were you smiling? You were dead. Brutally so. And, You were in hell. But the corners of your mouth kept tugging upward at the sight of the stupid fucking deer demon before you. His own wild smile, eyes half lidded as he looked at you like he knew you.

You took his hand, needing the help standing. He fingers slipped from your palm and came to rub the velvet skin of your—- ears? You smacked his hand away, taking a step back.

The look he gave you, confusion? You weren’t sure, his head cocked to the side, hand lingering a beat longer in the air. He took a step toward you and you took one back.

Alastor laughed, “Quite the welcome, dear.”

You narrowed your eyes, did he know? Did he know you dreamt of him so many nights? That you struggled daily to not see his face behind your eyelids, not hear his lilting voice in your ear?

“Long time no see, Alastor.” You didn’t mean to sound quite so bored when you said it, you weren’t really sure at all what was going on in your head. You didn’t expect to see him so soon, literally immediately upon your death. You didn’t have time to recalibrate the mixed up feelings you had created for yourself over this stranger.  

You pined for months to see him again, trying so hard to push the memory of him as deep as you could. So deep, in fact, you found yourself tortured at night with fantasies of his company. Even during the day, your life was altered around him. You couldn’t listen to the radio, the odd static and reverb just forcing him back into your consciousness. You took long forest walks, thinking about hunters and deer. You wore that fucking robe for an embarrassingly long time, remembering being in another world entirely.

Alastor’s face fell, throat closing slightly as he thought he realized what was happening. You didn’t remember the time you’d spent with him. He had been enjoying lazy nights in his room and pleasurable times in the woods with a ghost. He took a step closer, maybe if he— maybe your body would remember? If you just smelled his bed, perhaps you’d stop acting so cold. If he could awaken the impressions he was sure he left on your soul, he could pick up where he left off. A comfortable companion. Kind eyes that only saw him. His name, sweet and low tumbling from your lips.

You hit the wall with your back, making distance from him. He hadn’t hurt you, but you couldn’t be sure what would happen now. Fantasies are no indication of a person’s real self. Your dream romps were just that— dreams. Fiction your mind produced to fill the gap in your life he somehow created in your short time together. Imagination fleshing out this unknown demon you couldn’t stop thinking about. 

His hand fell. There was a second his smile dropped, brows knitted. It came and it went, “Well! I best go get Charlie. She is the official welcome committee of the Hazbin Hotel, after all. Follow me.” The door swung open, his long arm gesturing.

Charlie pulled you into a hug, bouncing between “Welcome back!” And “I am so, so sorry you died!” She held your hands in hers, “The hotel has gone through a lot since you left! I have so much to show you. While Alastor has your room b…” her voice carried on, but your mind stayed put. She did jazz hands at every sconce and door frame on the way to the lobby.

You had expected it, your death. You figured there was a 50/50 chance you didn’t make it out of that forest. But that didn’t make this moment any less surreal. You looked down at your body, yours but new. Your hands came to your head, fingers climbing up your skull until you found them. Two soft, tulip petal shaped ears. Were you going to be sick? The room began to spin. Charlie’s voice underwater. Was some detective going to knock on your parent’s door? Carrying a folder with your photo and bad news? Your eyes clenched at the image, your heart ballooning in your chest.

“Maybe she needs to take a rest,” his voice cut through the waters of your confusion, a spear straight to your psyche. His hand slipped up your arm, resting on your back. You shook your head, eyes blinking wildly. 

“It’s fine. Please, Charlie, continue your tour.” You took an exaggerated step to your left, out from under his touch. You thought you heard him sigh. Why was he being so kind? The last time you spoke you were staring daggers at him while he carried on about doing exactly what he had promised.

Charlie excitedly presented the lobby to you, the bar, the library. Alastor walked a few feet behind you both, quiet, his shadow dancing down the hallway in front of you. It’s mouth flipping from grin to grimace and back as it watched you nod along to every detail Charlie felt you should know.

The newest addition to the hotel since you left, a large indoor pool on the second to top floor. You lingered there, watching the water reflect pink and red light from the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Pentagram City.

“Almost done! To the left is Dad’s studio. He comes and goes. Ya know, parent stuff.”

You tried to mask your concern for whatever damaged parent-child relationship she was referencing.

“And to the right is Alastor’s radio station.”

You glanced to the demon, standing near the wall, inspecting his nails. “I didn’t know he had a radio station. I just assumed-,” You shrugged, “He just sounded like that.”

Alastor felt his bottom lid of his left eye twitch involuntarily. Why were you speaking like he wasn’t there?

He bit his tongue, literally. He needed time to think, to plan how to handle this situation. Your death was early and therefore unexpected for him, too. Not nearly as surprising, though, as your loss of memory of him.

He knew though, maybe this was for the best. If you were here, if he could see you around the hotel, perhaps that desire to have you near would die down. His shadow shifted behind him before sinking into the floor. Yes, exactly. This was a good thing. His eyes glanced to you, to your little doe features, two ears and a tiny fluff of a tail. His jaw tightened, had you done it on purpose? What did it mean?

”Would you like to see it?” He didn’t recognize his own voice, because he hadn’t realized he was going to say it until it was done.

Yes. “No thank you.” You wanted to run face first into the wall. It felt like your ribs were twisting off your spine. One side lurched up—- touch him. He wants you, he felt so good. Get him alone. The other side pulling down—- fuck him. He owns you, he’s a demon. Stay away from him.

His ears turned back and down, folding into his skull. You tried to keep your face neutral as you stared back at him, breathing teetering on panting. Every time you looked at him you were in danger of spilling your guts. 

“Well!” Charlie slid into the tense air between you two, nervous chuckles, “That makes sense! Because Al’s station is super off limits. So. Uhh where was I going with this.” She looked around, “Is the room ready, Al?”

He nodded, leading you both to the elevator and a few floors down. 

“This floor is for our more precious residents. Not that every soul isn’t precious! But ya knooow,” she opened your door, “You’ve got Angel, Husk, Niffty, sometimes Cherri Bomb, and Alastor as neighbors!”

Yippee. You get to lie awake knowing the object of your fucked desire is just past an easily smashed wall.

There was a moment where you all three looked at each other. Charlie becoming more and more fidgety as the seconds ticked on.

“Sooo, We should let her rest, like you said, right Alastor?” Charlie began a dramatic walk to the bedroom door, taking big steps with high knees.

You needed to do this and let it be. “Actually, may I have a moment, Alastor?”

Always, Yes. “I suppose I have the time, my dear.” He twirled his microphone stand before settling it behind his back. Charlie wanted to ask you if you were sure, but the tension was rising again. She backed out of the room, pulling the door closed as she went.

Alone. Again. There was a feeling in the air, like you would either fuck or fight. Was it an animal thing? Or was it always there?

“I never got to thank you.”

His stomach turned, he couldn’t bear this again. Please, stop thanking him. Smile straining, struggling to keep it together, he nodded, “Whatever for?”

You had a strange feeling, a familiarity to the conversation. Ah, that was right. Would this end the same way as your dream? With you on your back? “You were — true to your word.” You fiddled with the comforter of the bed, avoiding looking at him. “You were gentle and you got me home safe and sound. I didn’t thank you. I was just so-,”

“Full of misplaced rage?” His head tilted to the left, eyebrows high.

“Just rage, would have been fine. It was an unfair situation that you helped get me out of.”

Alastor watched your face, only sadness to be found. Not a sight he took any pleasure in. “Well you should truly thank Angel Dust. He is the one who brought me to you, desperate to help you. Even offered me his soul! Not that it’s his to give.”

No one had told you. “Oh,” genuine surprise, “Thank you for that. Yeah, I have to thank him. I’d probably still be in Valentino’s—,” the light of the lamp beside the bed flickered, “studio.”

Looking at you, Alastor couldn’t decipher the feeling in his chest. Relief, sure. Shock, yes. But behind that, a strange tugging beneath his sternum. A pain, vague and nebulous floating over his chest. Why did you come back so soon? Why did you die so early? He wanted to ask you so many things, but if you didn’t retain any memory of your time with him, he doubted he would like the answers.

“I’m going to finish my mental breakdown now, thanks for the tour and uh, the information.” Scratching awkwardly at your arm, you went and opened the door. He paused a moment before moving. “I would like to see your radio station, sometime. If you’d want to show me.” He nodded and left. The room felt colder now, deader.

Your night went exactly how you anticipated, lying awake in the plush red blankets of your new home staring at the ceiling. You wondered if you slept, if you’d see him again. Thoughts of the overworld, family, connections. Little fits of rest came but nothing more than 30 minutes here and there. 

Alastor paced his room until dawn, an animal in an unlocked cage. When you had appeared, dead and truly in hell, he thought you’d come to see him. He was embarrassed to even think it now, he had believed you wanted to be with him in earnest.  As comfortable with his company as he was yours. He cradled his head, again he felt himself succumbing to the enjoyment of others. He had accepted it with you, more so than the rest, and now it was a weapon in your hands. He felt like an idiot. And he hated it. What a fool, to think you’d died to get home to him. A growl rising in his chest. Home. He desperately wanted to see Rosie, to vent the situation and find clarity. But the idea of leaving you alone in the hotel irked him. He couldn’t put his finger on why. Maybe you wouldn’t be here when he returned. He could always summon you with your connection to him, but he wanted you to be there, with him, of your own volition or he didn’t want it at all.

If you’d forgotten entirely, he had two courses of action. To start over, or to let it die. 

He looked to his bed, remembering you lying there. Sleeping, peaceful, content. Safe. Alastor turned to the wall, knowing you lied just beyond the wallpaper and sheet rock in your own deathbed, alone. The out of place physical need for you was something he struggled with, but whatever feeling this was — far worse. You were his, yet he couldn’t have you. Couldn’t possess you in the ways he’d grown accustomed to the past year. Starting over felt tedious. But this wasn’t a feeling that would die, he knew that. He could feel that by how deep the roots of his despair sunk into his soul when you looked at him like a stranger. 

He didn’t rest that night, and neither did you.

Maybe it was the deal, the connection between you and him, but no matter where you were in the hotel you could feel him. A sixth sense, his presence always on your radar. A small part of your brain power was always on him, focused on the idea of Alastor. You wandered the halls until the others woke, feeling that little string between the two of you. Taut, strong.

When you found Angel that first morning back, you took a seat beside him in the lobby. 

“Alastor told me you are why I got help. From Valentino.” You tried your best to maintain eye contact, not getting distracted by his arms.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart. I kinda did it for myself, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep again if I just let it happen. I’m a freak but I ain’t sick in the head like Val.” He locked his phone, turning to you, “So do you always start passin’ out mid-convo or does Charlie’s voice just do something to ya?” 

You groaned, “Did she tell you that?”

“Well she panic-sang it, real worried about you. Did you get settled in yesterday?”

“I didn’t sleep, now that you mention it.” Angel laughed, taking you by surprise, “What?”

“Oh I’m sure you didn’t. Not with your co-star next door.” He winked, “I’m sure you’re happy to be here in the flesh.”

“Ugh I forgot about that. Did -,”

“Everyone see it? Yeah you’re a minor celebrity.” You took a throw pillow and screamed into it while he spoke, “But hey! At least you don’t gotta worry about crazy fans. Smiles will keep ‘em at bay.”

“Why would he do anything for me?” Pillow still over your face, you groaned, “I’m just a soul on his roster.”

“Ha I don’t think he treats just any soul the way he’s been treatin’ you. I think Husk would tell me.” Angel kicked his feet, “What a mental image! Does he have pubes? I feel like he does but they’re like, sharp? Like hostile somehow?”

Pillow down, “Ew, Angel! Hostile? How the fuck would I know?”

Angel stopped, wide eyed, “Oh is it a secret? Is that part of the deal?” A sinister giggle, “You can tell ole’ Angel Dust. We’re pals, remember? You technically owe me.” His many fingers poked at your sides, goading you.

You scrunched up your nose, swatting at his hands, “Angel, what are you talking about?”

His smile fell, now side eyeing you, he opened his mouth to ask you to stop playing coy when he heard you all those nights in Alastor’s room when Charlie burst into the lobby. 

“I am so sorry! I didn’t tell you about the redemption activities!” She tossed papers onto the coffee table, “Alright, plan Stairway to Heaven!”

Angel sat back, bored the juicy gossip had to wait, your attention fully occupied by Charlie’s sketches.

Alastor watched you from the second floor balcony. Over the next few days he would always be watching, either from the shadows or out in the open. Looking at you, that carnal hunger was gone. He felt no overpowering desire to be surrounded by you. But, now and then, you’d make a small noise or sigh and he would feel a little twitch. A muscle memory reaction to you

Where the need to touch you had faded, he instead found an insatiable hunger to be near you. He had thought it would be better, you at the hotel. But it had become worse. The further you were, the more undone he felt. It baffled him. So, he stayed near. You were almost always within earshot or eye sight. If not, he at least knew where you were. He could focus on the hotel and his plans for Charlie only then. 

You never looked at him, it was obviously on purpose. Even when he would take a seat beside you or across from you, you’d manage to glance everywhere but directly at Alastor. By the fourth day, he felt like he was going to snap. It was beginning to feel disrespectful. 

That fourth night when you again couldn’t sleep, you found yourself at the edge of the pool. Did people in hell swim? You’d been there for nearly two hours and not a single sinner appeared. It was well past midnight, though.

The entire room was tinged pink, shadows a pretty red. The water itself looked like a sea of rose quartz. You didn’t have a bathing suit. You didn’t have anything now that you thought about it. Nevertheless, you slipped into the water and let yourself float from the edge.

What a familiar feeling, floating. The ceiling shimmered with the water’s ever-moving reflection. Mind reeling back to the green glow casting your shadow on the ceiling of Valentino’s studio. You closed your eyes, you were always sinking it seemed. Sinking out of consciousness, into a another dream, out of the woods and into the bedroom of your captivator. The only times you felt weightless— ah, right. Body held up by shadows, cameras rolling. Under him, beneath the stars, sleeping form disconnected from your mind. It was always with him. You wondered for a second if you could sleep like this. What would happen if you drowned. Could you drown?

The carpet soaked with every step you took, your body sopping wet, clothes heavy with pool water. You were dragging your bare feet to the elevator when you saw a light coming from the ajar door to Alastor’s radio studio. 

He was looking over papers, monocle resting on his cheek. Alastor turned to you, taking note of your shoes in your hand and wet hair. Your ears were heavy with water, fine fur drooping with the weight. “You look like a drowned rat, my doe.”

“Don’t call me that,” you wiped your hair from your face, “I can’t sleep.”

You never struggled to sleep in his bed. “What did you do when you couldn’t sleep on earth?”

Your life already felt far in the rearview, either the effects of sleep exhaustion or your time in the underworld, “I slept… really well. Not a sleepless night I can remember.”

Alastor only hummed a response. Because all of your sleepless nights were here, with him. 

“Why are you working?”

“Why are you swimming?”

“I just told you.” Your brows knitted, was this a conversation or a riddle.

Ever present smile beamed back at you, “Well then take a guess!”

You stared at him, sitting at his curved desk with all his switches and buttons. Papers here and there. Just smiling at you. “Cool, thanks for the waste of time.” You turned to leave when you heard a low sound coming from his chest.

“Why do you speak to me like that? Avoid me?” He stood, hair sharp and standing at attention, “What have I done to you to deserve your disgust?”

“Nothing! That’s-,” the problem, “I’m just tired. I don’t feel right, like I misplaced something. There’s a nagging feeling, maybe something I forgot in the overworld.”

Alastor closed the gap between you two, “I can assure you everything you need is here.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah. Of course.” Turning to leave, his clawed hand reached for your wrist. Pulling you back, your wet clothes were now soaking into his suit.

His free hand took your chin and made you look up at him. Alastor’s red and pink eyes stared into yours, grin wider than you remembered seeing it before. You fixed your gaze on the desk behind him. “Look at me.” His voice cracked with a static interference. Your eyes finally came to his, your hand now holding his wrist just below your chin. “Don’t you dare look away.” He saw it, a flash of recognition flit across your now wide eyes. There was a pulse of electricity to your core, your body remembering his voice, those words, like an activation phrase. How did he know? Your thighs rubbed together, feet barely touching the ground as he held you close.

When his lips crashed into yours, you melted for a moment. Your body relaxed into him, a small whine slipping from your mouth to his. But then something in you snapped back, remembering he was a stranger holding your leash. You pulled his hand from your face with ease as your feet came back to the ground. Tugging your wrist free, you opened your mouth to yell at him, nothing but heavy breathing came out. Again, he reduced you to speechlessness. You glanced at his face before turning; he looked wounded.

You thought you heard his shoes shuffling along the carpet as you rushed into the elevator. A bang, a thrash, echoing down the elevator shaft as you descended to your floor. 

Did he think because you acquiesced to sex before, somewhat under the pressure of a worse fate, he could just kiss you anytime he wanted? Did he see you as a toy? 

Maybe being a toy would be nice. Maybe a good fuck would let you finally sleep. He did hit all the right places, those shadowy appendages never letting a single need go ignored…

You slammed your door shut, angrily peeling off your clothes. No, you weren’t a possession. You weren’t an object to be taken off the shelf at his convenience. No matter how much your body ached for his clawed hands and thin waist, you wouldn’t lower yourself to being under him. Not metaphorically, therefore not physically. You curled onto your bed, naked, body humming for him. Sleep came in pieces, fractured moments of rest.

“You look like shit.” Angel greeted you when the sun finally rose and everyone mulled around the hotel. You waited until you were sure the lobby bar wouldn’t be empty, you didn’t want to run into him alone. 

“How do you fucking sleep in this place? All night just screams and moans from the city.” You rested your cheek on the bar, “Husk, something with orange juice that’ll make me forget where I am, please.”

“The moans are my favorite. Speaking of moanin’ in the night-,” Angel was cut off.

“Get used to it. You sold your soul to a psychotic dick. Welcome to the club,” Husk’s tone was harsh, tilting into sardonic as he slid your drink to you.

With a huff, you sat up, “Don’t compare us. You sold your soul. I—,” you searched with your hands for the word, “was guilty of having a colossal cunt of an aunt.” A deep sip of your drink, “Fuck, he only got my soul because he made a deal with a different demon for it. Soul traded in like a used car. I’m the Kia Sorento of hell.”

Husk grumbled, “Yeah well, either way. Might as well get comfortable. We’re here for the long haul.”

Angel put a hand out to shut up Husk, scooting his stool closer to you, “So like— did Mister Wrong-Kinda-Horny have you killed?” His eyes went to your ears and back, “Is that why ya came back a little lady deer? Some kinda sex thing?”

You downed your drink and gestured to Husk to refill your glass, speaking to Angel without looking at him, “Why would he do that?

He grabbed your bar stool and swivelled you to face him, leaning in even closer, “Well, ya know…” his eyebrows raised up and down, ready to finally get the dirty details, “because ya-,”

“My little doe, just who I was looking for.” His sudden appearance startled all three of you. He was ready now, to pin down your fate. Were you going to stay at the hotel permanently or not? With his supervision or without?

“Why does everyone keep interruptin’ me?!” Angel slammed his hand on the bar.

On impulse, your own hand formed a first, “Stop calling me that!”

Alastor laughed, unhinged, a finger wiping a tear from his eye. Still, the attitude with which you spoke to him surprised him, “Oh? Why should I? You are a doe,” his microphone gestured to your head, “And your soul belongs to me. If I remember correctly, so does your body.” His eyes darkened, back bent as he came to your eye level, “But I always have video evidence if you’re unsure of the details.” 

You lifted your glass and cocked your arm back to throw it but stopped. Alastor was grinning, something in his stare egging you on. He was loving this. Finally you were paying some attention to him. You were looking right at him.

Setting the glass back down, you left your stool and slipped past him, “Lucky for you, radio demon. It’s all you have anymore.” You had decided you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of saying his name.

Husk sunk beneath the bar, Alastor’s antlers expanding as his eyes became overtaken with black. Angel scrambled over the counter to join the cowering bartender. Alastor whipped around, spine cracking and stretching. You were in the elevator for another quick escape when you turned and saw him gaining on you, his mouth nearly unhinged, teeth sharp and numerous. His body contorted to get his truly demonic face in your eye line, back bending in half to drop his head down, “What did you say?” The air around him seemed to bend and shake, the hiss of a misaligned radio station biting at your skin.

Your finger was shaking as you pressed the ‘close door’ button repeatedly, wetting your lips you found your foothold in anger again, “Fuck you.”

You didn’t recognize the sounds you heard just past the hollow elevator doors. Something between a screech and a wail. Not a sound you’d heard any deer make before.

Shakey knees and legs melting to jelly barely carried you to your room. You collapsed against the door as soon as you entered, locking it. Not that it mattered, you knew that.

A knock shook the wood and made you yelp.

“It’s me!” You recognized Angel’s voice, “Let me in.”

He fell into your room, hair a mess and eyes wide, “I don’t know where he went but he left the hotel. Jesus Christ you have balls of steel.” He fixed his hair, adjusting his chest fluff, “Or are a total idiot.” He saw the tears swelling in your eyes, gears shifting immediately, “Oh shit, sorry. You okay?”

You shook your head no and crumbled to the floor, “I haven’t fucking slept more than three hours a night in like, five fucking days. I’m going crazy.”

“I don’t know why ya’ll are fightin’ but can’t Alastor help you out? Ya’ll are close, maybe a night in his bed will set you straight.”

Your tears streamed down your face, “Angel! What are you talking about?! You keep saying shit like we’re friends. The closest I’ve been to him was in my fucking wet dreams!” You curled into the fetal position on the carpet, exhausted, scared, confused. You’d never seen something as skin-crawling as his full demonic form. But a part of you was mesmerised by the transformation. A sick part of you, you decided.

Angel lied down beside you, facing you, eyes blinking. One of his hands wiped at your tears, “What exactly happened after you went home?” 

You sniffled, “I couldn’t get him out of my head. I wore your robe. It smelled like you.” 

He laughed, “I wondered where that thing went.”

“I started having these dreams, just—- really fucked dreams of him.”

Angel’s eyes narrowed, “fucked how?”

Your wanted to hide your face but didn’t have the energy to move your arms, “He fucked me in the woods like his life depended on it. Best sex of my life, in my own imagination. Naturally.”

Angel sat up, he didn’t know what to ask first, “best sex?? Sorry- no. Fuck, uh, you had dreams about fucking the Radio Demon? You two never… met up?”

You rolled onto your back, shaking your head, “If he could have visited me, he never did. Trust me, I looked for any sign.”

“Uh huuuuh.” Angel nodded, “Well. His extra weird attitude makes more sense. He’s been super creepy, always just popping’ outta shadows and shit. More than usual.”

Angel looked over you, crying softly on the floor. He considered telling you, but if Alastor hadn’t he figured it was best he stay out of it. Lest he be the one fleeing into elevators.

“Have ya considered actually fucking him?” Angel couldn’t believe he was recommending anyone fuck Alastor, but it seemed like maybe it’d actually do you good.

“Why would I do that?”

Angel looked annoyed, “Because you wanna fuck him?! Get it out of our system?”

“Yes and I sometimes wonder what it would be like to drive into oncoming traffic. We all have the call of the void. He—,” you thought about the kiss, “I feel like it’d just make it worse. I’d want more.”

Angel showed you his phone, “He’s apparently eating sinners in the doom district, so, it’s your call. But maybe a good bang would get you both to chill out.” He scrolled, “Fucking hell. The best sex, of your life? Have you not had much sex or-?”

You crawled up to your bed and plopped your now heavy body down, “Angel.”

“Do you have some weird kink? Is it just really big?”

“Angel!”

“Does he go full demon and his peni-,”

“ANGEL.”

He spun his head around to look at you, “I wanna respect your boundaries but I will actually die again if you don’t explain this shit to me.”

Settling back, you groaned, “I’ve never felt so needed before. He held onto me like he couldn’t breath unless I was under him. But you see him, you’ve been here. Does that sound like him?”

Angel sat beside you, “Honestly didn’t know he knew what sex was until you came here so” he leaned back, two arms holding him up, “You guys are pretty fucked up.” You nodded. “What did he say, when you told him about the dreams?”

“Didn’t really come up.” You rolled your eyes.

He patted your thigh, “Got it. You’re gonna owe me like, a metric shit ton of drugs.” Angel pushed off the bed, waving as he left, “I’ll see ya tomorrow!” 

You sat up, staring curiously at where he had just been. Tomorrow? It was only 9am

.

Angel spent several hours in the lobby, pretending to read and socialize with residents. He jumped from the chaise lounge as soon as he saw Alastor walking into the hotel, “Hey uh, I know you know I think you’re a freaky fuck, but I wanna just say it sucks real bad and I’m sorry.” Alastor didn’t reply or even stop walking, Angel having to jog to keep pace.

“I mean, if my fuck buddy thought our bumpin’ uglies was all just dreams I’d be super fuckin’ bummed too.” Alastor became so still so quickly that Angel nearly fell over trying to stop his momentum. He waved his hand in front of Alastor’s face to make sure he was still conscious, “uhh anyone home in there?”

Alastor’s eyes flicked to dials, residents looking up warily as the power flickered and the space seemed to distort around them, “Explain, quickly.”

“She told me this mornin’! She thinks all those nights you were bangin’ her brains out — which, from one porn star to another, sounded top notch from my room — we’re just horny dreams. She’s all fucked in the head about it.”

Alastor melted into his shadow and slinked down the hall and up the walls, leaving Angel behind, “You all owe me!”

You heard footsteps suddenly advancing on you down the hall. Spinning around, your nose nearly brushed against his, Alastor’s face already down to your level.

He leaned in to you, his mouth hitting against your cheek, “I need to speak to you in my room, dear.” His voice was clearly not asking you. 

Your blood ran cold, goosebumps dancing down your neck and arms. “Why would-,”

“Now.” His arms wrapped around your waist, you pushed him away and turned to walk off but stopped. You weren’t in the hallway anymore. A bedroom. With a haughty laugh you turned to spit venom at him for such a dirty trick.

 As if expecting it, he cut you off, “They weren’t dreams, my doe. It was astral projection.” He took you by the shoulders and pointed your entire body at the forest scene melting into his room. Had it always been there? You couldn’t remember seeing it before, when you arrived in hell. Just him and his smile.

You felt the blush rise from your toes to your ear tips. Both hands came to your face, desperate to hide your existence from the situation.

You remembered that grassy clearing, the tree line. Peaking in and up, you saw the starry sky you spent so many nights moaning into.

“Why-,” your hands balled into fists, “didn’t you tell me?!” You turned to him, face red. You wanted to shove him, to hit him, but your mother taught you better than to lay hands on someone first. You finished fights, not started them.

Alastor smiled down at you, like he always did, “I thought you had no memory of our-,”

You cut off him off at the head, “visits.”

He laughed, “spirited visits.” Was that a pun? You groaned.

“I, I thought it was just make believe.” The gentle touches, the sweet names whispered into your skin, the way you could taste him even after you woke. The blush burned your cheeks.

Now that you knew, now that your eyes fell on him once again with recognition, he felt you’d actually answer him, “How did you die?” 

The question took you by surprise, You thought it was obvious, “I tried to kill a hunter in the woods. Well, I did kill him. But he killed me, too.”

A genuine grin spread across his lips, a cackle, “You killed a man?!” You shouldn’t have been so proud, but he looked so impressed, “Tell me every detail. Who was he to you?” Alastor’s hands came to your arms. You remembered last night, pulse quickening, and walked to his bed. You took a seat on the end, sinking softly into the plush blankets. Your hand ran over the fabric. 

“My employee’s father.” The fabric was soft, the threads tiny and tight.

Alastor took a seat beside you, legs crossed, “Oh? And why him?”

A hum, “He was a bad man.”

His hand picked up yours, bringing it to his mouth. There was that loss of blood to his brain, something you effortlessly did to him. “Who says?” His own heart picking up pace. You killed. Was it egotistical to think you inspired such a thing? Did you kill for him?

You watched your fingers tremble under his lips, “What?”

“Who says he was bad?”

Your eyes searched the room for an answer, “I think anyone would agree with me.”

His smile reached his eyes, “So you decided? He probably thought he was quite alright.” He turned your wrist over, mouth pressing to your pulse point. “Did you plan it?” Your scent was familiar but different now. Skin still just as soft. He felt himself salivate. Your spell just as strong in death. 

A gulp, all of those walls you struggled to keep standing turned to dust against his smirk. A stranger, a lover. Effortlessly your body shifted into a new gear under his touch. “Yeah, for a week. I waited until I knew he was going to be there. Walked the paths, bought a knife.”

“A knife,” he practically purred, “A favorite. No gun?” He pulled your arm toward him, bringing your whole body into his.

“I wanted something more… personal.”

Alastor buckled slightly, cock jumping in his lap. “You were made to be my undoing. I am sure of it. A cruel joke from heaven to distract me.” His mouth found your neck next, little nips before he chose a place and latched, sucking a bruise easily seen by others.

“This is a really fucked conversation, Alastor.” Your body softened, a small sigh coming before you could consider being embarrassed.

“For a ‘fucked’ situation, my dear.” His nose traced along your jaw. “But one you’ll find I quite enjoy.” He placed your hand on his lap. Did he see the face you made? The stupid grin? Your hand squeezed lightly on the length you felt tenting his pants, earning a moan into your cheek. Real. He was real. In your hands, now. No dreams or projection. No fantasies. No little pink toy. “Bear with me, just a little more. You’ll find my … proclivity for such topics quite important for these kinds activities.”

“You’re sick.” You turned, nose to nose smiling still.

He hummed, his own smile spreading, “desperately so.” Your hand gently traced the shape of him through his pants, “Why did you kill him? As opposed to all the other bad men?”

A question you didn’t feel you could answer, “This topic is having the opposite effect on me…” you squeezed him again.

“Fair enough,” he pushed you back onto the bed, leg going over your body to straddle you, “Then tell me how you felt? A compromise.”

How did you feel? When you killed him? “I felt strong.” He repositioned himself between your legs, “I wasn’t scared. I knew I’d succeed or-,”

“Or?” His breathing now a barely strained pant. Say it. Say it and he’ll let himself go completely.

You focused on the canopy of his bed, a red wine color much like his own coat. “Or I’d end up here, with you.” His head fell, forehead resting on your stomach. You looked down to see his antlers larger than before, no longer cute little prongs. “Alastor?”

He wasn’t an idiot. 

Maybe a little roundabout, but you chose him. 

Red dribbled from his chin, mind going foggy as eyes went black. His hands rid you of your clothes with delicate cuts, your body lurched up the bed by wide palms. 

You chose to come back. 

Your hands came down to undo his pants and belt, seeing he probably couldn’t manage himself. As soon as he was free of his clothes, he was rutting into your thigh. “Alastor”, you took his face in both hands, dials flickers to dilated pupils as you got him to focus on you. 

“My little doe.”

You came home.

His head came to rest just above yours, wide and sharp antlers just out of reach. His leaking cock finally found your core, Alastor groaning into the blankets to find you already so wet. Your hands gripped his arms, nails breaking skin in anticipation.

Lined up and impatient, he pushed up into you with unmeasured force. You bit onto the flesh of his shoulder, trying to keep yourself from screaming. In those dreamlike visits, he filled you so perfectly, body molding to him. But now, you were stuffed. With one thrust your cervix was bruised and tender. The tiniest pain bled into the eye-rolling pleasure of having him back in you. With heavy breaths he thrust into you with a need you couldn’t ever remember feeling before. He fucked you like he would die without your moans spilling across his chest. 

And it was true, feeling your soft cunt clenching him so tightly was a need more than anything else. A ray of light at the bottom of the Mariana’s trench. Impossible, and undeserved. You were everything he wasn't good enough to have, wasn’t clean enough of conscience to hold. An angel clipping a wing to dip into hell, you killed to sink back into his arms. Even if you didn’t say it, not yet. He could feel it in you. He had left a deeper impression on your soul than perhaps you had his. You weren’t just his by way of a deal, you corrupted yourself to his level.

He looked down at you, your eyes already wet and unfocused, mouth hanging open as every breath turned into rhythmic moans. Your soul a fresh snowfall, your adoration for him a drop of blood. His eyes shut, mind focused on where you and him merged now. Friction pulling him forward to his climax.

Your body was trembling, his lower stomach rubbing against your already swollen clit. That soft button just past your entrance wasn’t just being pressed, it was smashed against your walls with his shaft. His head dragging past it. You wanted to speak, to express how good you felt, but your tongue was frozen in your mouth. Every inhale became a gasp, every exhale was now a moan. You felt his body tighten, thrusts become shallow as his large head refused to stray far from your womb. Silently, your hands tore into his shoulders as you gripped through your orgasm. The muscles in your jaw now locked. Your legs came to wrap around his hips and draw him in, thighs convulsing as his pace didn’t stop for you to recover.

With an unmistakable mating press, his cock buried itself in your pussy. Balls deep suddenly made more sense as a phrase. Your cervix stung as his body forced more room for itself in you. The way your walls spasmed around him felt debauched, your body starved for him. Hungry as he had been. Alastor felt your soft cunt drowning in his seed and he groaned into your hair. Already spilling out, he didn’t even consider unsheathing himself from you.

You struggled to slow your heart rate, vision blocked entirely with his own heaving chest. As he softened in you, so did his form. Body reconfiguring above you, antlers now small and uncharacteristically cute.

With regained red eyes, he looked at your face. 

“Are you-,” he sighed, “Asleep.” Not a bad future after all, he mused. Watching you sleep. 

He considered wiping you down before placing you beneath his blanket, but it seemed like such a waste. Your head on his pillow, he felt everything in his chest settle. Like a puzzle whose pieces were all right but just not flush, his own damned soul settled flat. Everything snuggly in place. 

One of his large palms came to rest on your head, a familiar place for him now, “Sleep well, darling doe. I’ll be here when you wake.” 

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[mochie85]

Blue Christmas

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Summary: You ask Loki to give you something special for Christmas. A/N: This is a Secret Santa gift for @divine-knight-hand. I wanted to give you everything you requested, my love, but I already wrote something similar a while ago. For the sake of not sounding repetitive, I altered your request just a little bit. I hope you still like it. However, please check out the other story because it checks off all your points! And is Christmas-themed! Mayari: If You Let Me. Also, sorry for the cringy title. I couldn't think of anything else. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Explicit. Smut. P in V. Jotunn Loki (yes, cuz he's a whole warning!)

You crossed your legs as the last rays of the sun were trickling down on your body. Your book was discarded on the ground as the condensation from your Pina Colada dripped down onto the side table.

Loki had surprised you and whisked you away to the Fiji Islands for Christmas— no more crowded New York streets. No more dirty ice falling onto you from the splash of an oncoming taxicab. And certainly, no more missions and assignments till the New Year.

It had been an exhaustive nineteen-hour flight. Especially since he didn’t tell you anything he was planning. When you came home to your room earlier that day, you were greeted by Loki with two suitcases on either side of him.

“Merry Yuletide, Darling,” he said as he rolled your luggage over to you and kissed you on your lips in greeting.

“Loki- what?��

“No time to explain, we need to leave now in order to catch our flight,” he said ushering you out the door by patting you on the bum. You jumped up with giddiness, planting a lipstick-stained kiss on his cheek. He was always surprising you with little trinkets and excursions.

“Thank you, sir,” you said in a deep voice.

“Ooh, you dangerous nymph. Go on. I need my wits about me till we get on the plane. I can’t have you distracting me.”

“Then, after?” you asked luring him to a sinful promise.

“After,” he promised in the same breathy tone.

That was two days ago. Loki had kept his promise, and then some- inducting you both into the mile-high club several times over.

Now, here you were in a private villa surrounded by an infinity pool that stretched towards the Pacific, watching your godly boyfriend come out of the water. He ran his hands through his hair, combing the droplets from his tresses. Beads fell down the defined lines of his muscles causing you to heat up in the already balmy weather.

The sight of Loki, wet and in nothing but short swim trunks, was enough to make you convulse. You were sure that if Michelangelo had a model for David, it would’ve been Loki. And knowing Loki, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was him.

He came up to you, lounging on your chair, and shook his wet hair in front of you to tease you. “St-stop!” you laughed as you playfully pushed him before you got completely wet.

“Awe, come on, Darling. I thought you liked me wet?” he charmed as he sat next to you and leaned in for a kiss.

“I have to admit, it is kind of refreshing.” You said as your hands guided themselves around his slick body. “It’s so hot here. I might need something to cool me down,” you tempted.

There was a flash of understanding in his face. Nights of hedonistic pleasure and anticipation of his moods taught you how to read him. If you weren’t so attuned to him- so zealously infatuated with him and his praise over you, you would have missed it. But you didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just-” he paused for a second, trying to find the right words. “There was a reason why I chose Fiji.”

“You mean, the beautiful waters and sandy beaches weren’t enough of a reason?” you joked.

“It’s in the southern hemisphere. Which means that it’s summer here whilst still cold and winter back home.”

“Why would the season be an issue?”

“Contingency.”

“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.

“It was about what you wanted for Christmas,” he answered slowly. Confusion still clouding your memory. Little bits and pieces of a long-forgotten conversation nipped at your mind as you tried to piece together what you had asked him to give you.

As if to remind you, Loki raised his hand and cupped your face. As he did so, his fingers turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was fair, yet sharp. It reminded you of the color of blue thistles on a cold afternoon.

As he touched your cheek, a shiver ran down your skin making you shudder for the first time since you arrived. Realization struck you as you remembered the conversation you two had a month ago.

“I think I know what I want for Christmas,” you lured him in. “And what is that, my Darling?” Loki said absentmindedly while looking through his mission briefing. “You." “You already have me,” he scoffed, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I meant…all of you…the other you…” you trailed silently. Loki looked at you bewildered. There were many nights he had dreamt of taking you in his other form, wondering how you would react to him. He’s postponed showing you this long because he was afraid of his feral nature. He would be at the mercy of his urges and base needs. Loki wasn’t quite sure how to ease you into that new situation. Would he be too much for you? Knowing your adventurous spirit, you wouldn’t mind having his beastly side take you. “Why, you little nymph. Now, why would you want to see that side of me, hmm?”

Excitement bubbled up inside you. “Loki, I-” you started, but he quickly put a finger to your lips to quiet you.

“I want this, Darling. And I want it with you. So, if at any point in time, you want to stop, you know our safe word.” You nodded your head enthusiastically and Loki chuckled. “But I should let you know, that…there was a reason why I’ve waited this long to show you. I become somewhat different when I change. Jotunns, in their very nature, are severe. Harsher. They have to be, to live in the climate they do, and survive.”

You sat there, fervently hanging onto every word Loki was saying. “We relied upon each other for strength, for warmth, basic needs…” Loki trailed off, tracing your lower lip with his cold finger.  “You can imagine the creativity we had in finding ways to keep our blood warm and stave off the frigid climate.” You nodded solemnly at his words as if they were gospel.

“If we do this, I need you to be in control. Do you understand me, Darling?” he asked, inching closer to you. You felt a shiver run down your body. You focused on his eyes as his lips weaved a spell for you to follow. “I won’t know how much is too much. How rough is too rough.”

Loki grabbed your hips and sat you on his lap. The sudden move made you yelp into his arms. “Sorry, my dear. You see, I’m already too excited. My body is reacting to you.” He ran his nose up and down your neck. His cold hands encircled your back, caging you on top of him. “I’ve wanted to take you like this for so long.” His hands entwined themselves with your hair and pulled as his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You held on tightly, with your legs wrapped around his waist, as Loki stood up and walked both of you to the edge of your bed. When he broke the kiss, you heard him moan before he continued to suck a bruise onto your neck.

You felt his body change. The hairs atop your skin began to stand as the temperature began to drop. The once-sweltering heat that prickled your skin was replaced by the cool tingles of his touch. It surrounded you and enveloped you in a cold caress. You finally understood the need for a warmer climate. With a slight force, he released you from him, falling onto the soft mattress below.

That was when you had your first glimpse of his true self. The beautiful shade of blue you had seen earlier spread throughout his body. His form was somehow sharper, more jagged. Yet still soft and giving. He had markings defined by fine lines and grooves. They traced over his muscles and sinew, highlighting the best parts of himself. You followed them with your eyes as it led your stare down to his protruding cock. Your jaw went slack as you noticed how hard he was for you already.

Loki watched you appraise him. Your wanton eyes grew darker, and your breathing got quicker. His senses picked up every reaction that your body was going through. He was prepared to confront your fear or disgust, but he couldn’t see that in your face. Instead, he saw hunger and need. He could smell your desire growing for him and it made him feral. He wrapped his hands around his shaft, stroking himself to the sight of you, ready and waiting on his bed.

Loki felt ravenous as he knelt over you on top of the sheets. He spread your legs apart, seating himself in between the warmth of your thighs. His heavy cock resting atop your wet cunt. His hands eagerly tore up your swimsuit as they explored and venerated your body. His lip’s sole mission was to mark bruises where his hands had trailed, following the chill of his touch.

“…Loki…”

“Shh, Darling. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to,” he winked as he nipped the underside of your breast. Too many emotions. Too many thoughts. They were swirling at the forefront of his mind wanting to be said. His desire for you was overwhelming him.

In this form, he felt more primal. His emotions were stronger and almost frightening, but all he felt was fire. Everywhere. An all-consuming heat that wouldn’t dissipate until he had claimed you. His need for you was never as aggressive as it was right now. If he wasn’t careful, he knew he could easily hurt you. He needed you to be in control.

“Don’t stop,” you begged him.

“And what would you have me do my Darling?” he breathed onto your skin. “Tell me, and I will comply.” Loki was giving you the green light. The authority to take over because he wasn’t sure if he could be gentle enough not to harm you.

Oh, but the fire. The fire inside him wouldn’t relent. “Shall I force my cock down your throat till you gag for me to stop?” he suggested with a grin. You bit your lip and moaned as the image took hold in your mind. You moved your hips involuntarily, rubbing against his hefty shaft.

“Maybe I’ll edge you for the rest of our stay. Keep you here tied to our bed, my little slave, until I’ve properly bred you.” Loki seized your lips and held you down on the bed. His cold hands capture your wrist in an icy grip.

“S’cold,” you gritted.

“You can take it. You don’t mind a little bit of frostbite. Don’t you, my love?” He ground his hips as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving teeth marks in their wake. You felt his hard cock rub against your sensitive nub. It elicited the most erotic noise from your lips. Loki fought to keep his composure. With every moan you made, it got harder and harder for him to control his urges.

“I thought this was supposed to be my Christmas present,” you sighed, regaining some form of authority and clarity. You intertwined your fingers with his and signaled him to turn over with your hip. You pushed his shoulders down onto the bed as you straddled his waist.

Loki looked up at you in all your glory. Your beautiful face shining down with love and adoration was enough to heal the worry and anxiety he was feeling. “I want to admire my present,” you pouted as your eyes took all of him in.

His mischievous smile broke through as he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. “As you wish,” he hissed as the corded muscles in his biceps swelled.

You traced his beautiful blue markings down from his arms to his pecs. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered absent-mindedly, getting lost in the exploration of his body. Loki blushed at your words. He had never heard that word describe his Jotunn form before and it ignited a warm glow inside of him. Different than the fire, but still heated.

You leaned over him as your study led you to his neck and handsome face. You traced his dark lips as he opened them. His bright ruby eyes concentrated on you. “I love my present,” you whispered before you gently kissed him. “Thank you.”

Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue invading yours, as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His cold touch left a trail of goosebumps as he squeezed and grabbed your ass. He raised you slightly with one hand. And with the other, he guided himself into your entrance. The slick of your arousal coating the tip of his hard cock. “Are you ready for me?” he grunted. You nodded your head, keeping your lips on his, not wanting to break contact.

He thrust deep into your body. His heels held on against the mattress of the bed. He held your hips stable as he continued to drive upwards slowly- savoring how snug you were around him.  Every pull of your tight pussy made him moan your name. “…yes…”  he whined.

You sat up, holding onto his shoulders for support. “I need you, Loki,” you pleaded. Your nails dug into his dark skin as your hips took over his strokes. “…deeper…faster…”

“Take me then, Darling. Use me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted to do this for you. To be good for you. With each push of your hips, he unraveled each time. Crowning to a tight knot in his abdomen.

You waited patiently for him to open his eyes and see the love and pride you had for him. When he did, you were met with an intense sparkle of carmine. Desire and vulnerability shone through, swirling in his gaze. His brows furrowed with pleasure as he bit his lip. “…oh, fuck…” he cried.

You moved faster. Your swollen clit rubbed against his dark curls adding to the already heightened pleasure you were building. You took his hands from your hips and guided them up your body. You placed them over your bouncing tits and he squeezed- rubbing your hardened nipple with his thumb.

“That’s my good little whore,” he gasped. “You like it rough don’t you?” You squeezed tighter around him in answer and Loki couldn’t stop the wolfish grin on his face.

He swallowed thickly watching you enjoy his touch. “Loki” you screamed. The only indication that you had reached your climax and was about to topple over. You trembled over his body screaming his name over and over as you came down from your bliss.

“Don’t stop, Darling.” He pushed harder into you. “Ride me,” he commanded. Loki watched as you clenched around his hard cock- disappearing into your wet folds. The sight was enough to make him tremble.

God, he was so much bigger in this form. You had to push hard to meet the hilt of his shaft. You raised your hips and dipped back down eliciting the deepest groan fleeing his lips. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ good girl.” His head tilted back and the desire to claim you came back. He had to take you faster. Harder.

He dug his heels back into the mattress and slammed his hips upwards. The gasping air leaving your lungs, the wicked moans filling his ears. All of it coerced him to cum inside you- finally releasing his pent-up yearning. Loki couldn’t stop the moans or praises leaving his lips. Your name peppered in with teasing curses and praises.  “You always know how to make me feel good, don’t you, pet?” he prized as he took a deep breath to steady his exhaustion.

“Mmm, yes sir.” You kissed him ardently, taking his breath away from his already spent lungs. You trailed your kisses down to his neck and onto his panting chest. Each kiss made your lips tingle and chilly.

“We should probably get ready for dinner. What say you, my love?”

“Hmm? Maybe in a while…I’m not done playing with my Christmas gift yet.” You responded as your lips traveled further down towards his already hardening cock.

Loki smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your warm tongue on his cool skin. “In a while,” he repeated. “Fuck…in a while.”

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[joonieskinks]

I just read your blurb where reader wakes up and she’s married to Sergeant Soap and not Captain Soap but I feel like what if it’s reversed. What if she’s this young bonnie thing with a young husband and then she wakes up to be married to older, slightly more mature, Captain MacTavish.

uh- HELLO?? I love it. Sorry it took so long but here you go, hope I did it justice xx

warning: age gap so shoo if ur not into it

You sat up slowly in the bed, stilling orientating yourself and emerging from sleep. You had thought the sheets felt a little different, but assumed that maybe you were still dreaming. It was only when your eyes opened did you realize you weren’t at home anymore.

You were on base in the early morning, in a room that looked an awful like your husband’s when you would come to see him and stay with him for a couple nights. Well, that was what you did until his passing.

Johnny and you were a young love. He got down on one knee before he was even 23, and got to the altar before 24. You only got a couple months with him as husband and wife- a young widow they now called you. Everyday is hard, but that horrible day you received the news plays over and over in your mind all the time like a nightmare you just can’t shake.

John, Simon and Kyle all came to your door to tell you personally. They cried with you and stayed with you, they promised they would help take care of you, always. It’s what Johnny would have wanted.

The panic finally began to sink in as you could not remember how you got here. Everything was different but also incredibly familiar. This was the base alright, but the layout seemed altered, the paint a different colour. Looking around, you turned on the nightstand light, eyes briefly glancing at the framed photo beside.

It was like your blood turned cold.

There was your Johnny.

That’s your Johnny with his boys, with John, Simon, Kyle. But older, so much older. But he was alive, he was smiling, he’s so handsome and he’s there-

You shot out of bed, running into the hallway, searching for anyone, any familiar face. For your husband. Is he your husband? If he’s older? But how is he alive? Is he still alive?

The questions running around your head, threatening to ignite tears from your eyes. You turn a sharp corner, bumping straight into a hefty figure.

“Sorry” you stumbled out, trying to regain your balance.

“‘S alright.” The man started, looking down at the small, young girl who’s a frantic mess before him.

“Hey, hold on,” he starts again, and you glance up. Coming face to face with John Price. Much older, a thicker beard adorning his face, but that same damn hat. It was him.

“Slow down there a sec and-“

“John?”

The recognition in your voice stops him in his tracks, he looks you over for a couple seconds and shakes his head.

“Think you might be mistaken, love.” He smiles gently, trying to be as polite as possible.

“Johnathon Price- Captain. You, Kyle, Simon and my Johnny were all on Taskforce 141 when we met. You even came to our wedding, you were one of the groomsmen for crying out loud. I-“

“Stop right there.” John orders, his hands coming to grip your shoulders. “How could you possibly know about all that?”

“John, I know you. Now, what’s going on? How did I get here and why’re you older?” You asked, utterly confused and exhausted, you needed answers and you needed them now.

He glanced around the room before making his decision.

“Alright, come with me. We’ve gotta talk.”

-

John sat you down in a private room with a two-way mirror where you told him all about himself, how you woke up here and your marriage. Your Johnny MacTavish, your young husband who went by Soap. Everything, you laid it all on the table, the task force, the mission, the death. Everything.

And John believed you, as crazy as it sounded, from wherever you came from and however you got here- because how else could you know all this?

As he listened, he kept looking to your ring finger, the gold band adorning that you refused to ever take off. He admired your devotion.

John sat, silent when you finished, glancing towards the mirror every now again. Thinking and planning his next move.

“Wait here.” He stood up from his chair and left out the door, leaving you with your own thoughts. But only the same questions were on repeat.

Where am I? What was that photo? Why is he older? Is he still alive? Does he know who I am? Would he think I’m crazy? What now?

You almost didn’t register the sound of Price opening the door again until his figure reappeared. He could only stare at you, empathy in his eyes. Although this was a weird situation, he could tell you were genuine and wanted to help, so he trusted you. Anything for his boys, Johnny included.

“He’s been listening.” John starts and you draw in a breath.. You didn’t even know you were holding it.

He? As in your Johnny?

“He would like to meet you, if you’d like to see him-“

“Yes.” You reply without thinking.

Eager for anything, anything at all that could bring you a glimpse Johnny. The love of your life taken so young, life was so cruel and unfair. Taking him just as you were happiest. He was alive but was this still your Johnny? From the photo he was older, he’s different. He probably doesn’t even know who you are, for all you know he could be married, have his own kids. Who the hell are you to interrupt all of that?

“Then I’ll take my leave.” John huffs, interrupting your thoughts. He eyes you up and down one last time before exiting once again.

You sit up from your chair instinctively, playing with your ring. It’s only now that the doubt hits you like a truck.

Would he believe you? Would he laugh you off? Would he even like what he sees?

The thoughts raced until he opened up the door, reveling himself to you. Then you could only stare in shock.

That was your Johnny.

Older, yes. But that was him. Banged up with more scars, he looks tired yet wears his age well, you just wish you could’ve seen him grow older alongside you… But that’s your Johnny alright.

His eyes drag from the floor to meet yours and he offers you a small smile. It’s enough to shoot the air back into your lungs and for your heart to beat again. The tears starts to leave your eyes and your hands shoot up to wipe them away.

Johnny takes a good look at you and particularly that golden wedding band that he supposedly gave you. It’s still always been his dream to marry a girl like you, in some odd way he feels proud that in another life he got you. A gorgeous, caring and devoted wife that he could love up and spoil. Johnny knows himself and in any life, he would do the same: wife up a woman like you. Looks like he did. Looks like he still could.

“I ‘eard what ye said.” He softly speaks. You close your eyes at the sound. It feels so good to hear him again. A little different, but it’s still him.

“Bonnie, ye don’t have to cry.”

He steps forward to cup your face, wiping your tears away with his fingers. You place your own hands over his, keeping him there. Having him touch you again, it’s better than anything you could have ever prayed for. This is all you think about and to finally have it all come true. Even if it’s just for a second, you’d trade it all away.

“My wife, eh?” Johnny jokes to try and lighten the mood. You look up into his eyes and laugh with a smile despite the tears still leaking. He doesn’t mind, he wipes them still anyway.

“It’s so good to see you again.” You confess, a hand leaving his to touch his scarred face. From his cheeks, a thumb over his chin and his lips. He’s so hard to look away from, how handsome he grew up to be. His gaze and attention makes you bite your lip out of habit. A blush flooding your cheeks- he still has the same effect on you. Damn.

The feeling goes straight to your core, and you react before you can think. Bringing your face to his, foreheads resting against each others while your hands explore his back and shoulders, his neck and through his hair. Something he used to love, and it makes you whine a little when he moans at the feeling. He loves your touch just as much.

“Lass, yer doin’ somethin’ wild to me.” Johnny stumbles out, his hands coming to rest on your waist, pulling you in until you’re flush with his body. He feels so good, so toned under his clothes and solid. You didn’t want him to stop, your mind starting to spin.

He runs his hands up your sides, gliding your shirt up to touch the bare skin underneath. The slightest touch has you moaning his name out and he can’t help but swell with pride as he sees this gorgeous, young girl before him come apart, desperate for more of him. His ego has never felt so big until this moment.

“Johnny…”

“What do y’a need?” He mumbles out against your lips, brushing them with just enough touch to set your skin on fire, begging for more.

“Kiss me.” You lean further into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. It’s all too much, and yet you want more. God, you knew that if he were to take you right here in this room, you’d come undone within a minute. Easily. Happily.

“Please.”

“Well- what the wife wants, the wife gets.” He chuckles as he clashes his lips to yours, his large frame utterly engulfing your small one. The way he uses your title so easily, wife- you can’t help but need more of him everywhere, all over like a wife deserves from her husband. Your own hands itching for more of him to touch, your mouths moving together, tongues finding each other as he hums against you.

Johnny guides you and gently backs you up against the wall, a hand protecting your head as your body meets it. You try to pull him even closer to you, grabbing at his clothes when you realize you need him completely bare. It’s been so long since you’ve felt good, only ever wanting your husband. And now here he is just for you. You wonder if he’s even better now with his age... Hard to tell without a test drive.

But it’s only when you need to part for air that some of reality comes back to you.

Guilt.

“Wait, Johnny.” The alarm bells go off in his head and he looks at you worriedly.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing his eyebrows crease you immediately try to calm him. Another kiss to his lips and he eases up a bit. Just like he used to.

“I need to know. Do you- do you already have someone? A wife?”

Your nerves hit once more. He could still have someone in this universe or wherever you are. And even like this, you couldn’t be that woman that ruins a marriage. Even if he does feel rightfully yours.

Johnny smiles a bit at the question before glancing downward, almost as if he’s shy or embarrassed.

“Nay, never did.” He starts before taking your cheeks back into his hands, looking into your eyes.

“Just you.”

The biggest smile breaks out on your face, your hands tugging at his shirt to bring his lips back down to yours. He feels good, warm, right. Yours. Still yours. Always yours.

“I know I’m a little young, but that doesn’t bother you, does it?” You ask with a slight smirk against his lips.

Johnny just laughs, his hands working their way down your body to cup your ass almost possessively.

“Certainly not.” His eyes looking all over your face, taking you all in. Gods, you’re gorgeous and all his? He could still hardly believe it, but he’ll be damned if he didn’t at least get to know you and try to make it all work with you. He owes that much to himself.

“Does it bother you?”

“Hmm? You being older?” You ask innocently.

Johnny only nods, still admiring your beautiful face, his girl.

You shake your head no, not daring to look away from his gaze.

“I think it’s sexy, Sergeant John MacTavish.” You quip teasingly.

A groan escapes his lips, his pants straining against him almost painfully at this point. He needed you now or he might combust.

“This room or mine?” Johnny whispers, bringing his knee in between your legs and his mouth to your ear.

“And it’s Captain now, bonnie. Make a decision or I’ll make one for ya. Put on a show.” He glances to the two-way mirror and a nervous giggle leaves your lips.

Your husband most certainly would do such a thing.

-

Johnny was sure to make you use his proper title as he properly had you in bed, as well as used yours.

And with your volume and his reach, everyone on the base now knew he had a wife.

Things were complicated, sure, but you two would figure it out. He knew you both wanted to give it a try and were both willing despite it all.

And after a few weeks, he decides that all there’s left to do is buy a ring of his own that’ll match yours.

[uzurakis]

hello!! i hope ur having a good day. if not it will get better with time!! I don’t know if you’ve gotten this request yet, but I read your JJK men with a clingy reader and I was wondering if you could do a angst version one where they kind of don’t like it!! the reader would either hear them talking about how they don’t like it or they’ll say it to the readers face.

of course, if you want to and if you haven’t already. thank you for ur work. I LOVE IT!!

THEY DON’T LIKE YOU BEING CLINGY!

featuring: fushiguro megumi. gojo satoru. geto suguru. nanami kento.

n. thankyou for loving my works! i was sorta confused how to do your ask because i personally think the boys would not stray away from your touch, it felt a bit off but i still went to write it. not a full on angst though, just a tiny winy bit of it. i still hope that’s okay though, i tried my best :’]

NANAMI KENTO. he gently pulled away, holding you at arm’s length. “i love that you’re affectionate,” he began, voice soft but firm, “but i’m not in the mood for it right now.” nanami let out a heavy breath, pulling away his tie for some air. he felt a share of frustration and guilt. it wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate your love and warmth—he did, deeply—but today had been draining. the weight of his responsibilities, the stress of the day, it all hung heavily on him, making it difficult to switch gears so quickly. “it’s not your fault, sweetheart,” he said, trying to soften the blow. “it’s just been a really rough day, and i need some time to unwind.”

GOJO SATORU. “can we just sit side by side for now? save some of that energy later,” he smiled down at you, but after a moment, he gently repositioned your hands and stepped back slightly after you tried to wrap your arm around his tough body, leaning into his chest to feel his warmth. his words stung, but you tried not to show it. you nodded and took a step back, settling down on the couch next to him; folding your hands in your lap whilst forcing a smile.

GETO SUGURU. “i’m feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. can we.. tone it down a little?” geto fidgeted, playing and intertwining his fingers. he then continued, “it’s not that i don’t want to be close to you. i just need a bit of space to breathe, especially after a long day.” you bit your lip, trying to keep your voice steady, “suguru, i understand. i just… wanted to be close to you. i’m sorry..” but your boyfriend immediately answered by saying “sometimes i just need a little space to decompress. but that doesn’t mean i don’t love you or want to be with you.”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you kept trying to make physical contact with megumi as the evening wore on, but he kept pulling back each time. he pretended to alter his position when he softly withdrew his hand when you sought to grab on to it while you were watching a movie. always moved slightly as you leaned on him, putting a little space between you two. he sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “look, i’m not really a touchy person. it’s just how i am. i need a bit of space to feel comfortable.”

@uzurakis

[ggomos-maribat]

Double Lives

Damian was certain that his wife was keeping a secret from him.

He trusted her with his life, of course—Marinette had kept a number of things from him in the earlier stages of their relationship, like her experience and trauma in Paris. He knew not to pry, and eventually she opened up. He was glad that some burden was taken off her shoulders.

But this was different. She was deliberately trying not to get caught; she took care to hide her phone from his view, and there were days she'd come home very late. When asked, she'd get irritable but also nervous around him. Damian didn't want to assume things right off the bat, but he did hope she would finally grow comfortable to talk it out with him. And so he resisted using his ‘resources’ to peek into her life—what kind of distrusting partner would he be if he did that?

He knew, too, that he was being awfully hypocritical. He was still yet to sit her down and reveal his vigilante alter ego to her as well as his family's. Damian would swear he planned to rip the bandaid off when they got engaged. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, out of the fear that she'd leave him. As far as he knew, Marinette wanted a normal quiet life after living through the Evil Butterfly Man's reign of terror. Telling her his identity would just put a target on her back, if there wasn't any already after she became a Wayne.

He couldn't imagine his sweet innocent wife exposed to the horrors of vigilantism.

Still, even though he had his own secrets, it felt quite frustrating not to know hers. That was what Damian was thinking one dark night when the door finally opened, signalling her arrival from work.

“Damian?” Her eyes widened. “Why are you still up? You shouldn't have waited for me.”

“It's alright. I couldn't sleep anyways.” And I will be sneaking out for patrol later. He stood up to kiss her cheek—

But froze upon seeing a red mark right at the base of her neck.

Marinette hummed tiredly. “Next time, don't wait for me if you're tired, okay?”

“. . . What's that on your neck?” He dared to ask.

Her hand immediately flew to the spot on her skin. For a split second, her expression changed into a hint of annoyance. “It's—it's . . .” she stammered, “I accidentally hit myself.”

“You hit yourself?”

She nodded meekly.

Damian stared at her for a moment. There was one thing he knew about his wife: she was a bad liar. But she was expert at omitting things, partly because she probably knew he wouldn't interrogate her further. He knew that she was aware it was the vaguest of explanations but she never tried to elaborate.

He mustered out a smile. “Be careful next time.”

She let out a nervous laugh and squeaked out a ‘yes’.

“By the way.” He took a deep breath, “I visited your office this morning.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, and your secretary told me you hadn't punched in for the day yet.”

The silence between them was thick.

“Ah . . .” Damian could practically see the gears turning in her head. “That was . . . erm, I had to run an errand before work! Yeah . . .”

“I see. I was hoping to have lunch with you earlier but it seems that you're busy nowadays.”

She cursed in French under her breath.

“I'm really sorry, Damian.” She fidgeted with her fingers. “I'll make time this week. I promise.”

She hurried off to their bedroom, leaving Damian with his thoughts.

He really really didn't want to assume the worst. But his heart was racing and when he looked at the signs, they were clear as day. His mind started to spiral a little, wondering where he could've gone wrong, wondering if he didn't spend enough time on her or if she felt that he wasn't giving enough effort.

But he pushed all those thoughts away and followed her to bed.

***

One Saturday afternoon saw Robin and Superboy in the Watchtower's breakroom, talking about Damian's predicament. He hoped his friend could at least contribute an objective outsider's perspective in his dilemma and encourage him to broach the topic with Marinette.

“She's cheating,” Superboy deadpanned.

“She's—she's not,” he argued back, “Perhaps I am just reading too much into it . . .”

“Um but the hickey? The late night escapades?” Superboy frowned. “I don't know about you, but I don't think there's any other explanation for it.”

Robin bit his tongue. No, it's not possible. He loved Marinette terribly, and he knew—he could feel the same love from her if not more.

His friend sighed, “Look, I know it's hard to believe. Even I don't think M can be . . . unfaithful but you should confront her about it.”

“I can't. I can't face her like that when I am still keeping a secret of my own.”

“Then tell her you're Robin. A secret for a secret, hm?”

Robin didn't even want to think about how messy that conversation would be.

“It's all just about communication,” Superboy continued. “If you're worried she won't accept you, take my mom and dad as an example—”

He stopped talking, indicating that he sensed another presence nearby. Just on cue, a fuming Ladybug stomped into the breakroom, heading straight to one of the refrigerators.

The two men watched as she muttered angrily while looking around for food—Robin could see the clear exhaustion on her tensed figure. The Parisian heroine had joined the Justice League after the Hawkmoth fiasco became public; the heroes were quick to recruit her but not before she voiced out her complaints about the League neglecting her city. Though she hadn't revealed her identity to anyone, she had formed bonds with the other heroes her age, not excluding Robin and Superboy.

Superboy winced when she kicked the fridge door.

Ladybug did a hundred eighty, showing both the fires of hell and sleepless nights in her blue eyes. “You don't happen to have an extra stock of Kryptonite, do you?”

Superboy looked at her warily. “What happened this time?”

“Your dad assigned me to another magic-involved mission!” She tugged at her hair, sitting beside them. “I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be involved in too many missions especially if it's non-miraculous related ones!”

“You could . . . tell him that?”

She shot a sharp glare at them. “You don't think I did? They're insisting it's miraculous related when Constantine hasn't even confirmed anything! Just because Paris was terrorized, it doesn't mean miraculi are going to pop out from everywhere! These missions are affecting my normal life!”

It was a common complaint for heroes who had alternate civilian lives, but Robin was a bit surprised that she was that open about her feelings.

“And—and Batman too!” She pointed a finger at Robin. “I know Monsieur Furry's guilty about the Paris thing and all and me not having a mentor but he keeps checking on my progress after missions liked a damned helicopter parent! “

Before either of them could reply, she continued ranting, “I was going to meet an important client yesterday but they just had to call me in to help with the mission! And then it goes on until freaking midnight! What about my precious sleep?! Then Zatanna accidentally used a spell on me—it hit my neck and now it looks like a hickey!”

Her head dropped onto the table. “How the fuck do I fucking explain that to my husband?!”

Robin and Superboy looked at each other, wide-eyed.

“You—you haven't told your husband that you're a hero?” Superboy asked carefully.

Not lifting up her head, she replied with a muffled voice, “Of course not! I can't do that to him! He's already exposed to enough danger because of his last name! I just can't tell him ‘ hey mon amour so I'm actually that heroine from Paris on top of my emotional PTSD!’”

Robin swallowed. That was Marinette's name for him.

It ticked too many boxes.

He started to subconsciously connect the dots: catching his wife absent at work at the time the magic-wielding team of the JL was away on a mission; Ladybug sharing that she finally linked up messages from her yoyo to her personal phone; his wife coming home late, tired and fatigued from head to toe when all she was supposed to be doing was designing.

“I'm sure he'll come to understand your circumstances,” Superboy consoled.

“He won't.” The heroine sat up, revealing that her eyes were now welling up with tears. “He probably hates me right now because I'm sending the wrong signals. What if he thinks I'm just taking advantage of him for his money? His family already hates me! What if he's filing for a divorce right now?”

Robin felt the nudge from his friend, as if to tell him to do damage control. Superboy abruptly stood up, spouted out an excuse about being called by someone, and left the room to the two of them.

Ladybug sniffed, “Sorry, you probably didn't want to hear all of that.”

“It helps to get your problems off your chest.” Robin awkwardly patted her head. In truth, she was really Marinette, he wanted to pull her into a hug already.

He coughed. “Why—why do you think your husband's family hates you?”

“Oh . . . I don't know, but his father’s always distant. Whenever I'm at a family dinner, they're just very quiet,” she replied sadly. “I know they're good people but I felt like I didn't belong somehow. My husband keeps saying they adore me though.”

Robin wanted to sigh out loud. His father still had his guard up because he believed she was a civilian, hence there was a side of her family they could never show her. It was always quiet due to Alfred's stern lecture about behaving in front of Marinette lest they accidentally spill something they shouldn't.

“It sounds like your husband cares a lot about you,” he told her, “Don't you think he would trust you if you told him the truth?”

“But I can't! I don't know where to begin!” She pursed her lips. “He's always been good to me and he never steps the line even if I'm obviously lying. I just . . . I thought I could tell him before we got married but I was too scared and I didn't want to ruin what we had.”

“But he won't think any differently of you, would he?”

“No . . .”

“Then you have nothing to be afraid of.” He smiled a little. “It may come off as a shock at first but he will accept it in time. You will be stressing yourself out even more if you keep thinking about the worst scenarios.”

She stared at him. “When did you get so wise?”

“Ever since I started thinking about what my wife was doing.”

She tilted her head. “Huh?”

It was unmistakable. Those gleaming blue eyes were Marinette's.

He was such an idiot.

“She keeps coming home late, hides her phone every time I'm near,” he listed, gauging her reaction. “Last night, I found out she hadn't come to her office even when she said she was working, and I caught her with a strange mark on her neck.”

Her eyes slowly widened as she seemed to come to the same realization. The heroine's gloved hands flew up to cover her mouth. “Damian?” she whispered.

He checked if the coast was clear and slowly peeled off his domino mask to show his full face. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you habib –”

He was cut off by her warm lips, her arms winding around his neck. Damian immediately melted into her touch, relieved that they finally divulged their secrets. He wouldn't have to be worried about introducing her to the hero world after all.

He was extremely relieved, in fact, that he hadn't noticed his father and eldest brother stroll into the room.

“ROBIN! Are you cheating on your wife?!”

Robin pulled away from Ladybug, withholding a sigh of exasperation. He put his mask back on and turned around to see Batman looking constipated and Nightwing utterly shocked.

"How could you do that to—to . . ." Nightwing cried out.

"Leave us." He glared.

"Robin—" His father's voice was tinged with disapproval.

"Leave. Us."

Fortunately, the two scurried off. Damian faced his wife, who seemed as flabbergasted. He was worried since it was her identity that was at risk, unless he embraced the unexpected cheating allegations.

"Oh my kwamis," Ladybug said softly, "I called my father-in-law a furry ."

"It's deserved." He rubbed up and down her shoulders. "What do you want to do?"

"Oh um . . ." She ducked her head. "Maybe go home and I'll—I'll explain everything from the beginning."

***

Damian had to recount his life story after his wife shared hers whilst they cuddled in bed. After they talked, he was surprised to learn so many new things about her—he thought he had her memorized already, even before they exchanged vows. At the same time, he was mentally kicking himself for thinking that Marinette was never closely involved in the war against Hawkmoth.

Of course she was Ladybug.

Of course she was a hero.

So while she was spiraling at the number of times she'd unknowingly mocked her in-laws in the suit, he was regretting not telling her the truth sooner. If they'd opened up years ago, he would've stayed by her side during missions, helping her deal with the troubles of having a masked alter egos, and sharing his own experiences with her. A stronger bond would've formed between them, because they both understood the hero's life after all this time.

Not long after, she finally decided she was ready to tell the Waynes who she was. ‘It would do more harm than good if I kept hiding it anyway,’ she reasoned. He did agree, since she was part of the family, both as Ladybug and Marinette. The others would surely be overjoyed (and less overprotective) if they found out that she was a hero. What Damian found strange, however, was Marinette seemed to worry that Bruce's opinion on her would change and he'd become ‘distant’ as Batman as well.

“Remember, Batman is afraid of you,” he had reminded her over and over again.

(And Batman would be ecstatic to discover that Ladybug was his daughter-in-law, but Damian would never tell her that. The caped vigilante had grown fussy over the Parisian heroes as his way of ‘making up’ for the Paris incidents . . . But at the same time, he cowered ever so slightly when Ladybug raised her voice on him. Damian's siblings blamed Ladybug's black hair and blue eyes for triggering the adopt-itis.)

And so Damian and Marinette decided to arrange a family lunch to break the news to everyone. It was then Damian remembered that there was one issue he hadn't resolved yet.

“If you don't tell Marinette today, I'm telling her.” Dick glared at him from across the table.

Damian glanced at his watch. His wife wasn't present yet, and had sent him a message about picking up pastries from Paris first.

“Tt. That would mean revealing our identities, Richard.” He crossed his arms.

“Just because you have the mask on it doesn't mean you can do that to her!” Dick argued. “Does Ladybug even know you're married?! ”

“What did he do to Pixie-pop?” asked Jason.

“He---he—” Dick was once again trembling in anger and disbelief.

“We saw him kissing Ladybug.” It was Bruce who replied. “Damian, I never expected this from you. You will have to talk and apologize to Marinette.”

“You did what?!” Jason stood up so abruptly that the utensils clattered.

“What the fuck?” Tim exclaimed.

Stephanie gasped. “What the hell Damian?”

“Holy shit,” Duke whispered.

Damian could only stare at the entryway of the dining hall, hoping that Marinette would arrive soon. If he was left with his family any longer, they'd be beating him up and disowning him.

“I have . . . a reason,” he said through gritted teeth. He couldn't exactly tell them right off the bat, since Marinette wasn't there yet.

“Open . . . open relationship?” Cass frowned.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared at the ceiling—a portal— and from it, a figure dropped down, much to everyone's shock. Ladybug, unified with the Horse miraculous, grinned at them with an armful of boxes filled with croissants and macarons.

“Ladybug?” Bruce gaped.

“Your daughter-in-law actually.” She lowered the sunglasses, showing her narrowed eyes. “And your worst fucking nightmare.”

“W---What?”

Damian could barely control his laughter, seeing his father frozen.

She detransformed completely and scowled at Bruce. “This is technically your fault, furry old man! If you didn't keep agreeing to send me on those magical missions, I wouldn't be so tired and caused a misunderstanding in the first place.”

Damian didn't have time to shield himself from the eruption of noise on the table. With his wife's theatrical reveal, everyone was in different states of shock. Tim stood up quietly to face a wall with a blank stare, entertaining another existential crisis. Duke choked on the water he was drinking. Jason was crouched on the floor miserably with his hands over his face, perhaps because of the times he complained to Marinette about Ladybug's uptight methods. Dick's jaw was completely unhinged, and he was slapping himself every minute or so. Stephanie passed a hundred dollar bill to Cass.

And Bruce. Poor Bruce was paler than their porcelain plates, speechless and unmoving.

Damian exchanged a wide smile with his wife. He loved her so much.

[buckys-metal-arm]

Comfort

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: three instances of Bucky associating someone stroking his hair with comfort.

Warnings: fluff and angst, mentions of illness, period-accurate toxic masculinity, mentions of nightmares, no y/n used, only pronoun used is "you"

A/N: this is based on something I wrote for my self indulgent self-insert OC Juniper, where Bucky tells them the story of the first two memories and then decided I wanted to also do an x Reader with a similar idea.

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1930

One time, when Bucky was young, he was hit with an awful bout of illness. He felt like there was a hundred pound weight on his chest, and he couldn’t stop coughing. Steve kept trying to sneak in to go see his friend, but would be shooed away before he could actually see his friend. Rebecca, Bucky’s little sister, would slip notes from her and Steve under his door as often as she could, trying to remind him he wasn’t alone. One night, when his sickness got real bad, his mother came in to sit up with him. Since it was the Depression, she would be up pretty much every night working on sewing alterations until her fingers cramped and bled. But tonight, she was staying with her Baby Boy. She rubs Vick’s on his chest in hopes of soothing the cough, and sits by his bedside. When Bucky’s coughing gets so bad that he can’t fall asleep, she sits on the mattress next to him, running their fingers through his hair until he falls asleep. She saw how much it soothed him, and from then on whenever he was sick she would stay with him, running her fingers through her son’s hair to calm him. 

1942

Bucky was an adult now, dressed in a soldier’s uniform and trying to pretend he was proud of that. He’d just gotten home from the Stark Expo, and found that his mother and sister had stayed up to wait for him. Rebecca hugs her brother goodbye before heading to bed, but Bucky and Winnefred stay up late talking. During the conversation everything hits him at once. He’d spent the entire day forcing a smile and pretending to be brave, being strong in front of his date, of Steve, of anyone who saw him and saw a young man ready to take on the world and fight for his country. 

When in reality?

 He’s been terrified ever since he learned he was drafted. 

He broke down in front of his mother, telling her that he’s not ready, that he’s scared, and that he hates that he’s scared. That he’s a coward. But his mother shakes her head, and hugs her son tight. She doesn’t tell him to “man up” or that he needs to “get ahold of himself”, just held him and assured him that it’s okay, that he’s not a coward, that he’s not weak for being afraid. She took him back to his bedroom, getting him settled under the covers and sitting at his bedside, stroking his hair the same way she did when he was young. 

“Rest now, James,” she whispered, brushing his hair out of his eyes, “you don’t have to be strong tonight…” 

Now

Bucky woke up screaming, drenched in sweat. He tried to take deep breaths, to calm himself down, but the nightmares that had forced him awake still ravaged his subconscious. 

“Bucky?” He whipped around to see you, eyes tired but still filled with concern, “are you alright, Baby?” 

“Yeah,” he gasped out, running a hand through his hair, “yeah, yeah, I'm…I-I’m…” 

“Oh,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his back, “oh Sweetheart…” 

You hugged him close, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. 

“Can you feel my breath?” You asked, running your fingers along his stomach. Bucky nodded, “good, Buck. Can you follow my breathing?” 

He matched your breaths as best he can, and you held him until he calmed down. Once his breathing evened out, you pressed another kiss to the crook of his neck and smiled softly. 

“What do you need to feel better, Sweet Boy?” You asked, “what do you need to go back to sleep?” 

Bucky chewed his lip for a moment, trying to decide. His mind drifted to his youth, to his mother carding her fingers through his hair and the feeling of serenity it brought him. 

“M-my hair,” he murmured. You looked confused, “will you stroke my hair for a bit?” 

He didn't give you a chance to respond. 

“Sorry,” Bucky's blue eyes wouldn't meet theirs, “that sounds stupid, but my Ma used to do it when I was younger but–” 

“Shhhh,” you slid in front of him, “it's not stupid. Of course I'll stroke your hair.” 

His blue eyes met yours, relief flooding his gaze. 

“Lay back down, Sweetheart,” he settled himself on top of you, laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. You cradled his head against your body, running your fingers through his dark hair. His eyes were already starting to feel heavy, and he nuzzled into your neck, a little hum escaping him.

“Get some rest, Bucky,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head as he started to give in to sleep, “I love you.” 

The same feeling of serenity overtook him, and Bucky drifted off in his partner's arms.

[cutielando]

happy | l.n.

synopsis: in which you guys get married

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"Why am I so nervous?" you asked Cisca and your mother, both of them helping you get the last things ready on your dress while simultaneously trying to calm you down.

"Darling, you're going to give yourself a panic attack if you don't stop stressing" Cisca said, your mother agreeing with her.

You sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror while the 2 mothers worked around you.

Your wedding day has been something you have waited for your entire life. The day Lando proposed, you felt one step closer to living your dream. Seeing yourself in your wedding dress all glammed up made tears well up in your eyes, but you kept them at bay.

It was supposed to be a perfect day, after all. You were marrying the love of your life in front of all of your families.

A knock on your door made you look anxiously towards the closed doors, your nerves worse than ever. 

Adam, Lando's father, poked his head inside, his eyes landing on all three of you.

"Are you ready?" he asked, eyeing you up and smiling.

"I'm nervous" you admitted, making him chuckle and enter the room, closing the door behind him.

Due to the fact that your father had passed away when you were young, Adam decided to step up and be the one walking you down the aisle.

Something that brought tears to your mother's eyes when he had first suggested it.

"Trust me, you can't be more nervous than the groom himself. He's been stressing about ever since he woke up" Adam reassured you, hoping it would make you feel slightly better.

It did, in all honesty. It made you chuckle as well, already imagining Lando stressing over every single small thing that you could possibly think of. His shoes weren't right, his tie was crooked, his curls weren't on point, you name it.

He was a perfectionist at heart, especially on this day since he wanted everything to be perfect. You deserved a perfect wedding day.

"Honey" your mother took your hands and smiled. "You remind me of myself on my wedding day to your father. I was a nervous wreck the entire we were planning the wedding, but when I saw your father waiting for me at the alter, nothing else mattered in that moment. You and Lando love each other dearly and you're going to have an amazing life together. Go out there and get your boy, leave the nerves at the door"

You nodded and hugged her tightly, burying your face in her neck.

"I'm ready" you told Adam once you pulled away, taking his arm.

"Let's get you married"

♡♡♡♡♡

As the music started playing and the big oak doors opened, your eyes immediately landed on your soon-to-be husband waiting for you, Max and his brother by his side.

Adam and you slowly walked towards him, smiling at the guests all around you. 

Once you reached Lando, Adam took your hand and clasped it in his, smiling at you with tears in his eyes.

"Take care of him for us" he said, making everyone in the room swallow down a giggle.

"I will" you whispered back, squeezing his hands before turning towards Lando.

Your eyes were locked on each other, a silent conversation taking place. He looked dashingly handsome, his tux amazing on his fit physique.  You really hit the jackpot with him.

"Hello, everyone" the reverend began speaking. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage between these two exceptional young people, Y/N and Lando. I can see how excited the bride and the groom are, so I won't make this any longer than it should be. Y/N, Lando, have you prepared your vows?" you both nodded, and then the reverend motioned for you to go first.

You let out a deep breath, taking Lando's hands in yours.

"Way to make me break the ice, reverend" you joked, making everyone laugh including Lando. "Lando, you're my best friend, my partner in crime, my gaming buddy, the absolute love of my life, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. When we met all those years ago, I could only dream of reaching this day, the day that would make you officially mine forever. I'm grateful for everything that you do for me, for being who you are and for loving me despite my flaws. You always know what to say, you always know how to make me feel loved and appreciated. I'm proud of everything that you do, of how successful your career is and how much potential you're always showing. I love you, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days loving you and enjoying life by your side"

Everyone in the room was crying, your mothers holding onto each other as they silently cried in their tissues.

"Y/N, light of my life, I'm so proud of us for being here today. Ever since I laid my eyes on you when we first met, I knew you would be the woman that I would marry. You bring a light and stability in my life that I've been lacking for as long as I can remember. I can be myself when I'm around you, I can escape the fame and pressure when it's just the two of us, just how I want it to be. You have been nothing short of supportive in my career, coming to my races and cheering me on, believing in me when I didn't believe in myself. I cannot thank you enough. I promise to always love you and care for you, keep you safe and show you just how grateful I am to have you in my life. I love you so damn much and I cannot wait for you to finally become a Norris"

You smiled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes and ruin your perfect makeup, but you didn't care in that moment. The only thing you cared about was Lando.

"Do you have the rings?" the reverend asked, and Max quickly got the velvet box out of his pocked and gave it to Lando.

He took out the rings, giving you his while he took yours.

"Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Lando Norris to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" you almost yelled out, making everyone chuckle due to how eager you were.

"Lando, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" Lando smiled.

You both put your rings on each other's fingers, smiling like two idiots in love while waiting for the part of the ceremony that you had been looking forward to.

"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Lando, you may kiss your bride" the reverend hadn't even finished what he was saying before Lando wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you.

Everyone cheered for you, clapping and whistling for the two newlyweds.

As you pulled away, you didn't acknowledge anything around you except for Lando, your husband.

Finally, your husband.

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Romantic Yandere Batfamily x female priestess reader with healing powers.

Summary: Reader is a beautiful and kind person who lives in Gotham, and goes to school there. She is a senior that is in an archery club that she loves so much and everyone in school likes her and is very nice to her there. The batboys(along with duke,cassandra,and Stephanie) also happened to go to school there(I will let you pick what grade they are in because i would know where to set them). When they accidentally bump into reader they could not take their eyes off her. While walking home from schol she see(choose any fam member) injured and helped them back to her home(lives in a shrine). When they wake up they are very grateful for her help and goes back to the manor to come up with a plan to bring you back to the manor,so you could be safe with them.

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Gotham High school outfit:

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To say that Bruce was expecting his kids to have a normal school year was an understatement

He was very hopeful that they would all manage to get by without any 'life altering' incidents, as Dick had called it

Luckily, the only thing that would cause the most stress would be the fact that Dick was finally graduating this year, signaling the end of an era

The first day back, half of the kids were excited to meet up with with friends while the other half were dreading having to do homework in the first week back

So, after Alfred straightened out all of their appearances for a family picture, the children got sent on their way to school

When they got the school, Dick made sure they all stuck together so he could see each of them into their homeroom class

After finally getting to his classroom for first period, Dick chatted with the friends he had in that class

He looked around the room before his eyes landed on a girl sitting near one of the corners, talking with a few other students while waiting for class to begin

He discreetly asked his friends who you were, not remembering you from the previous years in school

One of them explained how you moved to Gotham last year to live in the temple that was near the edge of town

Another mentioned how they were surprised that he didn't know about you with how popular you became around the school in such a short tine

Dick simply shrugged as he kept staring before you glanced over and sent him a polite wave

He waved back slightly awkwardly as the teacher finally demanded the students attention

By the time it was ready for everyone to get to their next class, Dick had thought of fun conversations starters to use to try and get to know you

His plan didn't work as you both got guided in different directions in the sea of students moving to their next class

All throughout the day, he tried finding you again with no luck to his multiple attempts

After the school day finally ended, the kids were all walking back home and discussing things that happened during the day

It was all going well until a bit of playful rough housing between Jason and Duke caused both boys to lose balance

Jason was able to steady Duke before he went down, but stepped too far over the curb and lost his own balance

Everyone watched Jason face plant into the concrete, each of them laughing for a short time as he pushed himself back up

The laughter stopped when they saw a small bit of blood trickling down the side of their brothers' face

Dick began fussing as he kneeled down to assess how bad the injury was that he would have to explain to Bruce

Before he could begin to overreact, you suddenly came rushing over from down the street and asking if everything was alright

Dick quickly explained the situation while placing his hand over the wound on Jason's head

You nod along as you stopped Dick's hand to assess the damage for yourself, before mentioning that you could help them at the temple

He began thanking you while organizing everyone else together as you helped Jason stand up

No one argued as they got rushed towards the temple and told the rules for their short visit

Once arriving, you gestured towards a sitting room that they could use while you took Jason and Dick to a different room further in the temple

You showed them a small room and told them to wait while going through a different door

Dick gave Alfred a quick call to inform him that they would be late getting home before shifting his focus entirely on Jason

You came back into the room a few minutes later in a traditional outfit that the inhabitants of the temple wore. "Sorry for making you wait. The temple rules require me to change as soon as I return from school."

"No, it's completely fine," Dick assured as he continued worrying over Jason. "I should have stopped the two of them the moment it started. Now I have to explain to Bruce how Jason came home with scar on his head after the first day back at school."

You gave a small chuckle as you kneeled beside Jason, gently placing a hand over the busted skin. "Not a thing to worry about. The worst that will happen to him is a bad headache."

Jason looked confused as he glanced between you and Dick. "How's that possible? I hit my head pretty- OH THAT TINGLES!"

You gave a small hum while gently rubbing Jason's temple. Smiling as you reach over to grab a few wet wipes. "There we go. You should be all better now after a little clean up."

They both looked bewildered as you carefully wiped the blood that was drying onto his skin. Dick staring blankly at the unblemished spot on his head.

"How did... what was... huh?"

You laughed at the confusion on both of their faces. Cleaning up the materials you used as you allowed Jason time to regain his bearings. "I was born with the ability to heal injuries from others. I was given up at a young age to be raised by residents of the temples. I came to reside in this one after the last one sadly had to shut down."

Jason gave a nod as he felt around at the spot that your hand had previously touched. "Well that was amazing! Thank you so much. Bruce would have a worried episode if any of us got a blemish of any kind."

After helping both of them off the ground, you begin leading them down the hallway. Helping gather the others and beginning to lead them out.

Before they left, Dick turned to you with a kind smile. "Thank you again. You should come over for dinner sometime so we can properly thank you."

The look on your face became solemn as you shook your head. "I have to decline on the offer. The temple doesn't allow me to be away for too long unless it involves school or the archery club."

He gave a low hum as his disappointment settled in. Soon turning to leave with the rest of the family. Though they all stopped when Stephanie and Cass went up to you.

"Cass and I wanted to say that you look very pretty in your outfit," Stephanie declared with Cass standing behind her with a small nod of her head.

The smile returned as you glanced at the two younger girls. "Thank you. You both are very beautiful yourselves. Now hurry home with your brothers."

They rushed to Wayne Manir soon after that in order to beat Bruce there

That were able to with 20 minutes to spare, leaving Dick enough time to make sure they all promised not to tell that Jason had previously been injured

When Alfred had inquired about what had caused the delay, Dick said that they ran into a classmate and walked them home

When Bruce got home, he made each of the children give a small run down of how their first day was

It was all going well until Duke and Stephanie began asking if they could join the archery club when sign ups began

Bruce said it was okay, but asked why they suddenly had an interest in joining

They gave a quick explanation that they had run into you on the way home and heard you say you were in it and thought it would be interesting to try it out themselves

Dick made eye contact with Bruce before explaining that he didn't think it was right to have you walk alone in Gotham

To his relief, Bruce gave a approved nod and moved on to the next topic without any more questions

The next couple of weeks were a blur as each of the kids began to sign up for the activities they would do for the year

Dick even began to speak to you more often by using Duke and Steph wanting to know what equipment that they would need for archery

You made a small list for basic things and brands to look at if they wanted to have decent equipment

The moment that sign-ups were open, Duke and Stephanie got the forms and made Bruce sign them that night

The first practice, Jason hung out on the sidelines as he watched his younger siblings excitedly go through the safety basics that all members needed to know

When it came time to learn how to handle the bow, they got paired with you and patiently followed your instructions on where to place their hands

Jason grinned to himself as he watched the happy smiles from a distance

Dick and Tim came in to wait after their own activities concluded before they would get picked up by Bruce

Just as practice was wrapping up, Duke pinched the skin of his hand on accident as he was putting the bow up

You went over to his side and began to inspect the small blister that was beginning to form

Bringing him and Stephanie over to the other boys before taking his injured hand and gave a firm hum

Duke jumped a little before you let go of his hand to reveal no blister anywhere to the bewilderment of the younger three

You made a motion for them to not react and alert the other students in the area to your abilities

Everyone waited outside for Bruce to get there after getting Cass from ballet and Damian from fencing

You waited outside with them until Bruce finally came pulling up and all the kids climbed in

Bruce offered to give you a ride, but you declined after saying the temple had a rule that you couldn't accept any rides unless it was for a school trip

They all watched you walk away with concern of you walking alone in Gotham so close to nightfall

The drive back was mostly quiet until the kids started asking why the people in charge were negligent of your safety

Bruce said that there wasn't anything they could do as long as your guardians thought you would be safe

A couple months later that whole thought process changed one day at school

It was the day after the weekly archer practice as Dick watched you walk into the class with a busted lip and a swollen eye

Dick went over and began asking what had happened as you explained that someone tried mugging you on the way back to the temple, but a cop was nearby to stop it

That night, Dick immediately went to Bruce and explained what had happened and that the temple wasn't taking your safety seriously

The other kids began to join in the ruckus as they asked what was going to be done to make sure you would be safe from a repeat of this incident

Bruce told them that he would think of something to try and change a few of the rules the temple so you could at least get rides from them

When he went to talk to them the next day, he got shut down by saying that the ways they followed wouldn't be changed for 'one simple child'

Bruce decided then that they wouldn't be looking after you if they didn't care for your safety

He explained the situation to the kids and that they would have to be quiet about it to everyone else or they could get in trouble

They waited until the night of one of the archery tournaments that would cause the club to return back late at night

You waited for each of the kids parents to pick up their children with the teacher before walking towards the temple

You were focused on getting there quickly, so you didn't notice a car following a couple blocks behind you

After 15 minutes of walking, you went past an alley and two masked men grabbed you and put a bag over your head

The car speed up and the trunk opened before you got thrown in and hands cuffed behind your back

They quickly drove through the city before driving into the garage of Wayne Manor

Bruce and Alfred waited in there for them as they opened the trunk again to pull you out and drag you through the house

Alfred walked in front of them before opening a door for them to let you go in

Bruce gave them a roll of cash and sent them away as he walked in with the key to your cuffs

"Hey, calm yourself. We aren't going to hurt you, only help you," Bruce whispered as he gently unlocked the cuffs. Stepping back as you pulled off the hood and looked around. "You're safe here with all of us."

"Safe? You kidnapped me!" You shout at him while looking for a way out.

Bruce held up his hands as he let you have the space you needed. "That for your safety. That place didn't care that you got hurt. They weren't going to change so it didn't happen again."

"What's all the noise about?" Stephanie stood in the doorway with Tim and Damian standing behind her.

Bruce looked at the kids before clearing his throat. "We are just having a small conversation. Go back to bed kids. It's really late."

"No, we're just talking," you mutter while looking at the floor. "Just go to sleep like you were told. Okay?"

That seemed to put them at ease as they slowly went back to their own rooms. Bruce went to the door before looking back at you again. "Try and sleep a little. We will talk more in the morning."

The next day, the kids went to school acting as if nothing had happened the night before

The absence of your presence was felt throughout the school, but everyone who didn't know better thought you just got a bit sick and were getting rest

Bruce and Alfred attempted to talk to you, but got practically no response from you as they tried explaining why they did it

When the kids returned from school, they said nobody had been concerned about your disappearance because you hadn't been reported missing

You felt slightly distraught from the revelation, but claimed the temple would notice when you didn't return this evening after sundown

When a week passed and the temple still hadn't contacted the police to inform them of your disappearance

The school finally informed the police of your absence, causing them to begin looking into the leadership of the temple that made them wait so long to report it

The authorities shut down the temple after arresting the leaders for negligence and the others were sent to other cities

The family brought you down to watch the news report of the situation and the conference the police

Each of the kids were keeping an eye on you as the detectives in charge explained that they could find no trace of your location and no ransom had been made

Bruce watched your spirits get crushed when they said they assumed you to be dead and would still be looking, but not with as much man power

They all began to comfort you, all while saying that they only wanted you to be safe from the people of the world that didn't care

You gave a defeated sigh while nodding your head as you reached for the remote and turned the TV off

The children started to suggest things to do as a way to bond/take your mind off the news, eagerly dragging you along with smiles

Bruce stood off the side to make sure you weren't getting overwhelmed as the night continued

When he finally sent them all to bed, Bruce stopped at your room last as he gave you a warm hug while saying he was only looking out for you when others didn't

The moment you acknowledge that they were just looking out for you, even if they did go too far with their approach

When he closed the door, he looked down the hall to see all the kids looking out of their rooms expectedly

They all quietly celebrated when Bruce nodded his head, confirming that you accepted your place in their family

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ making a run for it ]❜

ft. mysta rias, ike eveland, vox akuma, shu yamino, luca kaneshiro (separate) x gn! reader  — luxiem, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ how difficult is it to escape from them?┊3k words

contains: yandere!! obsessive & possessive behavior, kidnapping & isolation, chains, mention of death, delusions, forced physical affection, overuse of the word “love”, overprotectiveness, probably inaccurate vox lore, possibly ooc, not proofread or beta-read, this is a train wreak of sewn together thoughts

➤ author's note: the image quality is so bad ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ i don’t watch luxiem that much and don’t really write for them as a result, but that should change because they are cuties

you lost track long ago of how many days it’s been since you’ve been captured, morning and night blurring together since your enclosure had no windows— it must have been nearly a year since you remember him saying something about your first anniversary coming up. the cold metal cuff around your ankle was just as heavy as when it was first fastened, the chain just long enough for you to reach the corners of the room and the bathroom while being fastened to the leg of his bed. you had every inch of it memorized and explored: the books were worn from being read so many times, the area was spotless without a speck of dust because you kept cleaning the place up, and the most excitement you ever got was from another movie getting added to the streaming service on the television since he didn’t let you have any access to the internet.

just like a bird in a cage, you’ve been locked away and isolated for only your captor’s eyes at night when he comes home from his daily activities. you no longer had any other purpose in the world than to be his to adore and admire, to spoil with material gifts that couldn’t fill the empty hole in your heart, and to be the object of his delusions that you feel the same. the thought of remaining here for the rest of your life as his ‘lover” made you shudder and feel sick to your stomach, a thought that you simply couldn’t get used to even though all hope seemed to be lost. you missed your family and friends dearly, already beginning to forget their faces and the sound of their laughter to your horror. you had to escape somehow no matter what the cost may be, preferably alive and fully intact, but you had no idea if their love for you would be greater than their rage when they found you missing.

━━━ .°˖✧ mysta rias ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ once you had a general idea of what you do, you were a bit hesitant to put it in motion since you didn’t have the specifics in mind and terrified that it would all go wrong with how flimsy it was, but you would never be able to leave if you didn’t take courage. however, if you knew that it would have been so easy and that everything went exactly as you planned, you would have done it ages ago. you couldn’t describe the euphoria you felt when the warm rays of the sun kissed your skin and the gentle breeze welcomed you to the outdoors, practically skipping off to make your long-awaited escape. truly, you were a fool to think it would have been so simple when you were up against a genius detective.

╰₊✧ maybe mysta let you run away on purpose just so that he could drag you back for the fun of it, would you believe it? running away was the easy bit, the real challenge is staying away. despite his laid-back and careless attitude, he’s quite the sadist who loves the image of happiness draining from your eyes and being re-filled with sheer terror when he finds you in the next country over. you’ll be completely helpless against him as he drags to back to his home, tearing you apart from new loved ones just as he did before. it’s so easy for him to destroy all the optimism of being free and sinking back into the despair of being his. it doesn’t matter how much you try to cover your tracks, how far you run, how much you alter your appearance with an identity change, he’ll track you down because the red string of fate always brings him back to you.

you can’t help but feel cold when he holds you, useless as the feeling of desolation rendered you unable to fight against him. you just let yourself be limp and wallow in how pathetic you are, trying to muffle your cries against his shoulder even though you soaked the orange fabric. he didn’t even bother saying any words of comfort and just patted your head your head with his gloved hands, but you both knew that it was an empty gesture that wouldn’t console you in the slightest. there was nothing he could due to make you feel better when he’s the source of all of your woes, so he doesn’t really bother with it.

for any normal person, the tears of their partner would shatter their heart to pieces, especially if they were the reason for it. they would apologize, buy gifts, and do anything they could to show their remorse because they love them. mysta loves you too, he loves you so much, but he loved your misery even more. there’s nothing that he enjoys more than your teary eyes like little crystals brimming over and the cute little sobs you would let out while trying to hide how much he influenced your emotions. he’s sick, so sick, but there’s nothing that could cure him, not even attempts to snap him out of his cruel ways and make him love you in a healthy manner.

━━━ .°˖✧ ike eveland ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ a man with intelligence, but no remarkable prowess to stop you from leaving. he doesn’t have extraordinary deduction skills like mysta, magic like shu, an influence like luca, or inhuman powers like vox, but he has his own charms that work in his favor and keep you by his side. he’s just so… sweet and gentle. you can feel his love radiating in his actions and his words, almost making you forget about the fact you were being held captive entirely. his kindness is the main hurdle, making guilt pool in your stomach because you feel like you were betraying his kindness when he took care of you and treated you like a queen.

╰₊✧ you thoroughly believe that you would have fallen in love with him properly if given the time to do so, but unfortunately, he turned out to be batshit crazy and no amount of bonding is enough to make you completely forget that. once your resolve is solidified that it wasn’t love he felt for you but was instead pure unaltered obsession, putting your plot into action feels more possible. it’s more difficult than escaping from the detective who purposely let you go, but if you manage to outsmart the novelist, you’ll finally find yourself free.

he whistles as he walks down the corridor, holding a silver tray in his hands that has a glass of strawberry lemonade and two decadent slices of cake in your favorite flavor. there’s nothing like spending time with the one he loves the most and a sweet treat in the mid-afternoon, a little pep in his step to show just how excited he is for this routine that occurs about twice a week. in his satchel, he holds a few novels that he thinks you would enjoy and will be asking for your thoughts about the previous books he gave you as he always does. everything was perfect from the weather to his mood to your love life, he doesn’t think anything would be able to ruin it.

at least he thought there wasn’t anything that could ruin it, unable to explain how far his heart dropped when he couldn’t find you anywhere. he ran about the manor in a frenzy, thoroughly searching through every room and crevice while calling out your name. rushing back to your shared bedchamber to properly examine the scene of the crime where he last saw you, he realized that the chain had been broken somehow. he felt dizzy and ill, falling into an armchair and throwing his head back to try and make the world stop spinning.

he couldn’t believe this was happening after everything was going so well! did he do something wrong? did he upset you or offend you in some way? he racks his brain for anything he might have said or done for you to leave him, so deep in his delusions of true love that he doesn’t even consider the fact that kidnapping you and holding you against your will for about a year would have anyone running for the hills. maybe you would come back on your own, finding it in your heart to forgive him and return to be his again? who is he kidding, you’ll never come back unless he looks for you himself! he’ll go and give you flowers and chocolates, and if you still reject him, he’ll simply persist until you remember how much you love him! he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth to remind you of your relationship with him because the two of you were always meant to be together!

━━━ .°˖✧ shu yamino ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ similar to ike, shu is a very smart and clever person, but unlike the novelist, he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve. for instance, his home is laced with so many traps that are installed by his magic, like a temple straight out of indiana jones to protect his treasure. of course, he is the only one who can enter and exit as he pleases— the protection spell isn’t just there to keep you in, it’s also there to keep anyone who may be looking for you out. once he detects that someone is in his property, a simple snap of his fingers teleports you somewhere else until they leave. sometimes you find yourself in an abandoned city or the middle of a grassy field without warning, terrified but unable to find help no matter how far you try to run. wherever you are, he always knows the exact location and can summon you back just as easily as he banished you.

╰₊✧ he acts as though nothing happened, chatting just like he did before you found out his true colors. you can hardly even tell that he has such a manic love for you, remaining awkward as ever while referencing memes that you’ll never understand since you don’t have any interaction with the outside world. he isn’t half as delusional as the other boys, knowing that his affection for you is completely unrequited and will never be reciprocated, yet he still did it anyway because he just couldn’t help himself. you don’t understand this enigma of a man in the least bit, shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t completely alter the course of your life and give you lasting trauma, but at least he doesn’t force affection on you… which is the bare minimum and you are still set on leaving.

the creaking of the door was enough to make you panic a bit, filling the disturbingly quiet house. you weren’t quite sure where shu was, but if he wasn’t with you, then he wasn’t here at all. this was the first time you had left the room and the first time you were exploring the house since you were unconscious when he brought you in. it looked standard, like your average, run-of-the-mill home that you would see in television shows, and impossible to guess that there was a prisoner inside. as a result, it was pretty easy to navigate the place and you found what you thought was the exit within minutes. you found a set of keys hidden in a living room drawer and decided to test them out in the front door, not knowing of the traps and naively thinking it would be simple.

unable to contain your excitement, you prepared to inset the first one into the knob, but before it even touched it, the sound of alarms like a thousand cymbals blaring through your ears and making you drop everything from the surprise. you had no idea where the noise was coming from nor did you know how to stop it, quickly dawning on you that you fucked up. running towards a nearby window, you attempted to push it up to climb out of it, but it only seemed to make the sound louder. when you saw a neighbor walking by with a dog, you tried banging on the glass to grab their attention, but it was like you were a ghost and they continued on with their day not knowing they were being begged for help. clearly, his magic was surrounding and you were too stupid to remember that, seeing flames of purple beginning to form near you and signifying that he was home to see what the commotion was about. you can only hope that he won’t be too upset with you.

━━━ .°˖✧ vox akuma ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how unlucky are you to be the object of the great voice demon’s affections! he rarely ever lets you out of his sight as being a demon in the modern era means that he too must stay hidden from the public eye. it’s suffocating being under his observant eye, something as much as blinking doesn’t go under his radar. since he isn’t human, his senses are heightened with him being to hear so much as a floorboard creaking or smell the blood of you getting a paper-cut from a different room, leading him to be able to just sense your presence no matter where you are since you’re never far from him anyways. you don’t quite understand it, but what you do understand is that it makes escape much more difficult.

╰₊✧ he’s just so overprotective of you and you get it, having heard the story of his clan and how he lost them when they were all so dear to him, but it’s no excuse for his extremely possessive behavior. you can’t even remember the last time you’ve been outside and touched grass that wasn’t in his garden. he’s always by your side and never leaves unless you need to use the restroom or something, like a guard dog that doesn’t understand boundaries, yet even dogs could be forgiven for not knowing any better. the only time you don’t feel watched is when he’s asleep, with an arm thrown around you, but unconscious nonetheless.

you were more aware of every shift of his body and every breath he took than you would be if he was really your lover, unable to get a second of rest when being coddled like this. you feared that if you squirmed at all, he would automatically tighten his grip around you, but was pleasantly surprised when you were able to wiggle free. hearing him grunt made your heart stop, but he stayed asleep until you tried to get off the bed and stepped on the ground. hearing him ask where you were going made you sweat bullets, but you just said you were off to get a glass of water.

unfortunately, he decided to get up himself to go get it for you, leaving you sitting on the Alaskan king-sized mattress thinking about your fate. you doubt that you’ll ever get away from him, he’ll just track you down and bring you back. the world is massive, but so is he and you won’t make it very far. you can’t hide from a demon, not for long enough to sigh in relief anyway. if walking on wood with bare feet was enough to wake him from his slumber, hearing you open a door or window would be enough to have him running.

━━━ .°˖✧ luca kaneshiro ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ your prison is a palace dusted with gold, you’re served the finest food on silver platters, you’re decorated with jewels that are worth millions, but the splendor isn’t enough to distract you from the fact that you’re a prisoner. normally, you could only dream of living in a place like this where you’re doted on by a lover and spoiled rotten with whatever you want, yet you would do anything to trade this life for the people he had his men wipe off the face of the earth to have you to himself. it can’t be a paradise when you know it’s stained with the blood drawn by a mafia family.

╰₊✧ escape is next to impossible, as expected of the kaneshiro family. hidden cameras watch your every step and guards are lined up in every hallway to make sure that no one aside from their masters gets in or out, armed with weapons that they wouldn’t hesitate to use if necessary. even if they have strict orders not to use them against you for any reason, they are still allowed to use physical force to bring you back and any injuries will be regarded as collateral damage.

your legs dragged across the polished marble floors of the hall since you refused to walk back to your room, carried by two burly men in suits who caught you trying to run away for the -nth time. just like all previous attempts, you were caught within five minutes, which is an improvement to last time yet still not even close to enough to reach the pearly gates of freedom. knowing that you’ll need more then double of that to get out is disheartening, but everyone knows that you’re going to try again. you’ve learned that it really doesn’t cost anything to make a run for it, they don’t even punish you for it since luca loves you too much for that so they just throw you back on the bed before leaving.

there are a few bruises from their rough handling, but nothing too serious. you’d be willing to walk out of there with a broken arm if needed, you just wanted to go home and see the remaining few who weren’t picked off by the mafia again. later that day, you’ll be gifted with new dresses and shoes that shimmer in the light of the grand chandelier of your room to try and convince you to stay, however, there isn’t any use for such items if others couldn’t see it as well. if you keep trying, you’ll make it a little further as you learn from your mistakes, maybe even one of his men will feel pity for you or get sick of your antics and just let you go. you’ll only know if you keep trying.

[chelseypprimrose]

Jilted Ex-Lover / Negan x Reader / fiancésdad!Negan

Warnings ⚠️: unprotected sex, elements of rough sex, use of petnames, oral (fem receiving) not proof read yet.

Summary: After your fiancé leaves you high and dry on your wedding day, his dad comforts you in a way you didn’t ever expect.

A/N: I got burnt out to fuck writing this lol, writers block was strong on this one, hope you enjoy it all the same though, thank u for all the love on my other stories 🤍🫶🏼

“How the fuck could he do this to me?” You exclaimed, stomping down the hallway of the old manor house, the rooms still decorated in the victorian inspired decor you’d picked out months ago. Making it back to your bridal suite, you threw the doors open, reaching under your dress to get your uncomfortable heels off your feet, throwing them into the corner without a care. Your bridesmaids followed behind you, a couple on their phones trying to get in contact with your fiancé, or should you say ex-fiancé. You’d noticed he’d been getting jittery the closer the date got, not caring when you’d come to him for his opinions on the food menu or the DJ set list, him just humming along, his eyes still glued to his phone. You’d tried to push it to the back of your mind, chalking it up to just be cold feet, something that was common but when the day eventually arrived, it would all be fine. How foolish that was, on what was meant to be the happiest day of your life, the day you are meant to promise yourselves to one another, you’d been embarrassed in front of not only your friends and family, his as well. You kept replaying the moment over and over again in your head, the gasps of the wedding audience, hands going over their mouths in shock, the tears that entered your eyes and started to fall down your cheeks. He’d left you there at the alter, stuttering when it came to the all important question, running down the stairs, head held down as he rushed out of the door.

“So, what do you want to do Y/N? Everyone’s traveled here, everything is set downstairs.” One of the bridesmaids asked you, looking around at the others with a nervous look on her face, almost not wanting to ask you the question. You sighed, taking a hold of the crystal decanter that was on the dressing room table, using the ice tongs to place two cubes of ice in a matching whiskey glass, pouring a stiff drink. “You know what?” You laughed, taking the drink in one go. “Fuck him, there’s no chance I spent all this fucking money for everything to be cancelled. Tell everyone to head to the reception. We are continuing like this never happened.” Your bridesmaids started to text away on their phones, one looking up for a brief moment. “What about his family? Are they invited?” You looked towards her, a small smile on your face. “Of cause, I’m going to get some questions answered.”

You’d still changed into your reception dress, a long flowing silk white strapless number, you’d still had your first dance, just with your own father instead of your husband, a few fallen tears as you did, quickly wiped away. You’d had people coming up to you from both sides, what should have been congratulations became apologies and sympathies. You hadn’t heard from him since he ran away, the thought of somehow this being a dream now fully out of the picture. The beat of the cheesy classic wedding songs in the background, as you asked the bartender for another drink, passing your empty glass to them. Your nails tapped against the bar, looking around at everyone still enjoying themselves and dancing near the stage where the DJ was positioned. The bartender returned with your glass now full, a nod of appreciation as you took it.

“Drowning your sorrows, sweetheart? Can’t say I blame you.” You turned to look at where the voice came from, a small look of disapproval sat on your features. “Well, you have your own demon spawn to blame for that one, Mr Smith.” He let out a hearty chuckle, leaning on the bar top. You knew you shouldn’t be directing your anger at Negan, your fiancés father but you couldn’t help your feelings. You’d been racking your brain all day of how someone could think it was okay to completely abandon what was meant to be their life partner on the day of their wedding, knowing how embarrassing and disrespectful it was. “You really did a brilliant job of raising him, the fact he thinks that it’s morally better to absolutely embarrass me in front of everyone, he could have cancelled this before now, saved me the heartbreak.” You concluded, taking a sip of the wine from the glass. Negan looked at you with a guilty look on his face, his hand rubbing his face. “I’m so sorry doll, he never came to me with any of this, if I’d known he was going to do this, I would have shut that shit down, made sure he went about the right way to do it. That’s not the way I fucking raised him. It was a cowardly move.” You let out a sigh, you could tell from the way Negan was looking at you he was being completely truthful, you’d always got along, there would be no reason he wouldn’t have come to you with this, even if it meant going behind his sons back. “I know. Sorry, I just have a bit of resentment towards anyone associated to him at the moment, it isn’t your fault. Maybe just hit him in the face a couple times when you eventually find him.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood for the moment before you cried again. He laughed at this, his arm leaving the bar to wrap around your waist in a gentle embrace. “Don’t worry doll, he’ll be getting an earful from me when I see him. I don’t like seeing your pretty face upset, especially not over some boy.” He pulled you close, his hand resting in place, you felt safe in Negan’s arms, a weird sensation coming over you, arousal? It was no secret that Negan was a good looking guy, anyone with a set of eyes could see how handsome he was, he had all the charm in the world to match as well. So suave, he held himself really well, almost a people person but wouldn’t take any shit from anyone. To be honest, there had always been some kind of silent attraction between the two of you, you’d noticed when his eyes had lingered on you for a little longer than was deemed socially appropriate, how he always seemed more relaxed in your company, when he’d bring you breakfast some mornings when he knew his son was away on business trips. He’d taken good care of you and welcomed you with open arms into the family, which caused the betrayal to sting more, you weren’t just losing a potential husband, you were losing a extended family relationship as well.

“Well if you would excuse me, I have to get back to people coming up to me and expressing their condolences, you’d think it was a funeral, not a wedding.” You slightly laughed, taking one last look in his eyes as you bid him farewell.

A couple hours later, after everyone had left, you found yourself in your suite, having taken your hair down from the intricate up do, having to weave out the small flowers that had been placed in the style and what felt like ten thousand bobby pins. Grabbing a quick shower, you’d put on a silk set with a short robe, what was meant to be your wedding night lingerie, another thing you’d spent a ton of money on that you didn’t want going to waste. You’d barely checked your phone through the night, looking at it now you hadn’t had any calls or texts from your estranged ex, concluding that was probably a good thing, not wanting to get upset thinking about it again. A loud knock at your door made you jump, throwing the soft duvet off your body as you made moves towards the door, a look of surprise at the person. “Hey doll, I figured you wouldn’t want to be alone tonight, so…” Negan trailed off, raising the bottle of champagne and two flutes in his large hand. “Champagne? Aren’t you meant to drink that when you’re celebrating?” You questioned, cocking one hip to the side sarcastically with your eyebrow raised. “Well, depending on how you look at the situation, you could be celebrating the fact you don’t have to deal with a silly little boy anymore who can’t appreciate a good women in front of him?” You laughed, taking the bottle out of his hand, moving away from the door so he could enter the room. “Well, when you put it like that.” Negan shut the door behind you, taking a seat on the bed as he watched you pop open the bottle, pouring two glasses and handing him one. “To new beginnings?” You cheers with him, the glasses clinking together. “To new beginnings, doll. So what the plan from here? Weren’t you meant to be going on a honeymoon?” You huffed, you’d completely forgotten about your impending honeymoon, two weeks on your own sounded morbid. “I haven’t even thought about it, I forgot. Do you think it would be pathetic to go by myself? Maybe I can explain the situation and get refunded, I’ll just have to take the hit if not.” Negan smiled as he shook his head. “Nah, it’s not pathetic. Hell, you paid for the trip, you deserve the time away.” You nodded, taking a small sip of the champagne. “Yeah I guess, just don’t know how I feel about a solo trip, it will cause me to overthink everything and get upset.” You looked down at the ground, taking small steps until you were sat across from Negan on the bed.

“Did I do something wrong? I mean, am I really that insufferable that someone felt the need to run away from me? Is the idea of marrying me that bad?” You asked, the thoughts you’d tried to push down all day coming back to the surface, causing you to get emotional the more you fixated on it. “No doll, don’t think that shit. He royally screwed up on this one, there is absolutely no excuse to do what he did to someone, especially someone like you.” He moved to wrap his arms around you again, you leaning your head into his shoulder, your hand placed on his chest, you could feel his faint heartbeat on the surface. You sat for a short time, neither of you moving from the position you were in, savouring the moment. You looked up at Negan, those deep brown eyes of his almost staring into your soul. He glanced down at you as well, this unspeakable tension surrounding you both, he leant forward and began to kiss you, your eyes wide with shock. “Wha-what are you doing? Please don’t tell me this is some sort of pity kiss.” You asked, pulling slightly away from Negan as his hand began to the side of your face, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Of cause not, let me help you forget about that fucker. Doesn’t know a good women even though it’s staring him in the face. Let me make you feel good, doll.” You pulled him towards you, now capturing him in a feverish kiss, your hands exploring his neck, holding him tightly. “God please, help me forget.”

You moved to straddle Negan feeling him through the thin lingerie you had on as he met your kisses with just as much confidence as you. His tongue making quick work of turning your insides to jelly, moving to whip your robe off your body, making quick work of unclipping your bra as well. You took no notice of where the items of clothing landed, though you had a feeling you would regret that later. Your breasts now free, Negan took the liberty of exploring you, delighting in the arch of your back as he worked a nipple between his teeth. One hand was on your back, the other trying to work on getting your panties down. You stood for a moment, shedding the flimsy material off your body, Negan taking a moment to admire your curves, as you straddled him again; hot skin against hot skin. The sensation overwhelmed you, aching to have him inside you. “Fuck, you are perfect doll. So beautiful.” He mumbled against your lips, his hands now roaming your body.

He laid you down on the bed, your legs spreading to make room for him. He kissed your neck, gently nipping it as he worked his way down, more attention on your breasts. You knew what was coming but that still didn't prepare you for the sensation that came once his mouth made contact with your pussy. Your hips bucked, Negan using one hand to steady you. You still couldn’t believe you were actually going to have sex with your fiancés father, the ultimate fuck you. “Uh, Negan! Fuck, your mouth feels so good!”

He slowly slid two fingers inside of you, delighting in how slick and tight you were. He worked his fingers in and out, building a rhythm while still licking at your clit, causing you to moan out, your hands gripping the sheet below you. Before you knew it, you could feel the orgasm building inside of you, this is what you had been craving. Your fiancé could never give you pleasure like you were currently experiencing, never even going down on you really, always just chasing his own high. You’d missed the attention of a man who knew what he was doing and Negan definitely knew what he was doing. You thrust your hips forward, wanting to get as close to Negan as possible. He sped up his rhythm, his tongue continually flicking against you. You was close, so close. Your other hand was grabbing at his shoulder, leaving red marks underneath his shirt, where your nails dug in slightly.

“Fuck doll, you taste divine, so wet for me.” He whispered out, attaching his mouth back to you after. "I'm so close," you choked out, surprised at the fact that you could talk at all. "I'm going to come, Negan! Fuck! Don’t stop!” You moaned, gripping the sheet even tighter as your orgasm washed over your body. The muscles in your body contracted as you thrust toward him again. Negan continued to work your clit through your orgasm, sporadic moans leaving your lips as the wave of pleasure that rolled over you was unbelievable. You couldn't control anything, the waves subsided as you tried to relax your body. You loosened the grip that you had on his shoulder as he looked up at you, a confident grin on his face.

“You okay baby?” He asked softly, already knowing your answer. “Never better, I need you.” His hand caressed your breast again and down your body. He slid a finger into you, finding you to be wet and ready for him. Your hands explored his body again, practically ripping his suit down, exposing his shaft to you, it standing erect at attention. You ran your hand around the length of it, pleased to hear him moan as you did so. You pumped Negan’s cock a few more times, the pre cum oozing out of the top, causing your hand to become slick. You were nervous about Negan’s size, you’d never seen a more impressive cock. The way he stood over you as well, so manly and dominating. “You ready doll? You look so beautiful, so needy for me.” You could only nod, as he positioned himself at your entrance.

You moved to the top of the bed, propping yourself up on the soft pillows positioned there. You spread your legs a little wider as Negan slowly eased himself into you. “Oh fuck, you feel good.” You moaned as his entire length entered you.

He grabbed your legs, putting them up over his shoulders, allowing his cock to go even deeper. His hands gripped your thighs as he thrust himself into you at a faster, harder pace, almost taking your breath away. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, doll. Fits me perfectly.” he growled, reaching up and began tweaking one of your nipples. The sensation of Negan playing with your nipples, and fucking you relentlessly was almost more than you could take. You’d never been pleasured like this before, your other sexcapades being boring and too slow paced for you. You ran your nails down his still covered chest, the black blazer now disregarded by Negan, the crisp white shirt still on his frame, he looked so sexy in it. The thought that he just had to have you, he wasn’t even concerned about undressing made you feel so desirable. He leaned down and kissed you again, biting your lower lip in the process.

"Fuck me harder, please!” You moaned out, his lips now going to work on your neck, quickly finding your sensitive spots. Negan groaned appreciatively, speeding his rhythm up to meet your sordid demands. “Hang on, doll. I need to see that pretty ass of yours.” He slid himself out of your pussy and you whimpered at the loss of fullness you were feeling. He rolled you over, pulling your torso up so that your ass was in the air. He ran his hands over your ass, giving a slap to the supple skin, sliding himself back into your pussy. “Oh fuck yes, Negan!” You said happily, delighting in the new sensation, his cock hitting all the right spots deep inside you.

He rested his hands on your hips, thrusting hard into your pussy. He ran a hand over your ass again, raised it, and gave another hard slap. “Fuck! Do it again.” You begged, the dirty movements only increasing your pleasure. He raised his hand and smacked you again, his hand then running through your hair and pulling tightly on it, angling your head back. “Does that feel good, doll?” he asked. "Do you like that? Being such a good girl for me.” He praised you, his deep tone causing your body to light on fire. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah.” You managed to whimper out, the sound of your skin slapping against him as you met his thrusts. “You want me to do it again? Your ass is going to be red raw when I’m finished with you doll.” Negan whispered in your ear, continuing to thrust hard into your pussy. “Yes, please. Oh please!” You felt desperate, the pain mixed with pleasure was just too much for you to handle. “Beg for it, doll. Beg me.” he said, pulling your hair harder. “Oh fuck, please smack me again! Negan, you feel so fucking good inside me!” Negan kept slamming himself into you as he smacked your ass again.

"Fuck doll, I’m getting close, this pussy is heavenly.” he said a few minutes later, pumping your pussy hard. "Where’d you want me?”

"On my chest, all over me, please?” You requested, Negan thrusting faster as he chased his release. “You are a dirty fucking girl, you know that doll?” He pulled out of you, positioning yourself to the ground quickly as he leant just above you on his knees.

"Come on me baby, please! I need it.” you said, pushing your breasts up towards him with your inner arms, your hands grabbing his shaft, finishing him off. “Fuck yes, doll! You look amazing like that, so needy for my cum.” he choked out just before his climax hit him. Negan’s load came pulsating out, all over your chest, heavy breaths escaping both of you. You began to swipe his release on off your chest, sucking the salty taste off your fingers, his eyes locked on to the dirty sight in front of him, his face lighting up. He helped you up, back onto the bed, giving you another kiss as he did. “You want me to stay doll?” he asked.

You debated internally for a few moments. You knew that he should probably go, the thought of someone catching you in bed with your ex fiancés father, would cause many questions that you wanted to avoid, but when he looked at you with those eyes of his, you caved. How could you kick out the man who had just shattered your world in the space of a hour? “You can stay, I want a repeat performance in the morning.” You chuckled, wrapping yourselves within the sheets of the bed. “Really doll, he’s a fucking fool. His loss, my fucking gain.” He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest, leaving small kisses on your forehead.

[fictionalreads]

Do You Feel The Way My Past Aches? Part 1

A/N: Hey y'all! I know I said I would have this out a while ago but....clearly that didn't happen. NOT FOR LACK OF TRYING THOUGH! This just didn't want to be written. Not gonna lie it's pretty heavy on info dumping but when I tried to take some of it out, it didn't flow right. So this is just a little intro to set up the story, give you some background. Hope you guys like it!

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Armando Aretas x Original Female Character

Fandom: Bad Boys Movies

Summary: Armando Aretas was 13 when he found out a life altering family secret. His discovery led him down a different path than he expected, changing the course of his life. Now a famous boxer, he searches for the truth that was hidden from him, the family he was denied.

Armando was thirteen when he found out the man who had been raising him wasn’t his father. Benitos Aretas, his mother’s husband, was lying in a hospital bed. Machines hooked up to him at various points of his body. His mother was in the cafeteria grabbing a small bite to eat after being in this hospital room all day as they had been for the past week.

Armando himself was sitting in a corner, working on his homework when the man spoke to him. “Armando, come here.” Armando, not wanting to invoke the man’s temper, stood immediately and sat in the chair next to the bed that his mother had occupied all week. He was unsure what the man could possibly want from him. He had done his best to stay out of the way and anything he wanted, he would get from the nurses and not Armando.

“I won’t be here much longer and I think it’s time you knew the truth.” This piqued his interest, turning his faux interest into genuine curiosity. As far as he knew, his parents had been forthcoming with him his entire life. “I’m not your father. I can’t have kids. Your mother thinks I’m stupid enough to believe her nonsense about it being a miracle from the gods but I know she whored herself out to her not so secret lover.”

Normally Armando would lash out against the man’s name calling, but his mind was reeling. He couldn’t say the feeling coursing through him was surprise. It was closer to relief and understanding. Understanding of why the man he had believed to be his father had always been so hard on him and disapproving of everything he’d done. He had been raising his wife’s kid she had with her lover. Relief because it meant he wasn’t necessarily doomed to have a father that hated him, he could have one that actually liked him.

And didn’t that make him feel guilty when the man who fed and clothed him, kept him safe and made sure he was taken care of, died not even eight hours later.

After that, he’d hinted at the fact that he knew Aretas wasn’t his father only once around his mother. She’d pretended not to hear him, but he’d seen the way her shoulders tensed. It was clear she wouldn’t tell him anything about his real father, she’d probably take the secret to her grave. He had taken his frustration to a local gym, pounding his anger out on a punching bag. It was there that a boxing coach took notice of him.

Alejandro “Jandro” Martinez was the owner of Pinchazo, a recreational boxing gym. Jandro had been a low-level runner for the cartel but his family connections to it had led to him knowing more than someone in his position should know. Which meant when he was picked up for a drug charge at nineteen and some overzealous cop trying to make a name for himself tried to make him give up information, he had to keep his mouth shut or end up dead. His loyalty to the cartel cost him ten years of his life but it earned him respect, respect he used to decline the cartel’s offer of a higher position and instead ask a favor. After spending time in lockup he decided he was done with that life and wanted to give others the chance to stay away from it. So he opened his gym and in exchange for turning a blind eye when certain people needed to use it after hours, any kid that associated with his gym was left alone.

It’s for that reason he was concerned when he saw Armando Aretas walk in his gym for the first time.

Aretas was the son of a man who had a sizable drug empire that would no doubt be passed on to him when he was ready now that the man had died. For a week, he simply watched to see what the boy was doing in his gym. He had a sloppy form but he held potential, his hits fueled by anger. What caught his attention though, was the lack of recruiting. He had assumed the boy would be trying to get new faces to join his operations, but he only ever punched a bag and left, never talking to anyone.

After that initial week, Jandro was too curious to let it go on. He approached him, “Your back foot needs to be raised.”

“What?”

“Your back foot. Raise it to be on your toes. It should twist as you throw the punch.”

The boy followed the advice and noticed the difference in his punch. “Thanks.”

“Why are you here?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have to know this gym is off limits to the cartel. Your old man was the first one to agree to my terms. So why are you here?”

“I am not my father’s son.” Jandro didn’t know just how true that statement was at the time but he could feel the genuine hatred rolling off the boy in waves.

He took a chance and coached the boy whenever he came in. Initially it was just to help him with his form, maybe redirect some of that anger, but as they worked Jandro saw the raw talent Armando held. He offered him a set training time, real coaching and local fights in the boxing world with the agreement that he’d stay away from his family business and never bring it to the gym.

Armando was intrigued by the possibilities. When he first went into the gym he’d just been trying to blow off some steam, but when Jandro started giving him pointers and spending time working with him he began to really love the sport. He spent all his free time either in the gym or studying old matches to improve his own technique. He had never imagined it could lead to this and he quickly agreed to Jandro’s terms.

His mother wasn’t so enthusiastic.

She told him he wasn’t allowed to continue and needed to focus on getting ready to take over his father’s empire. She wanted him to start listening in on meetings and understanding their business. When he pointed out Benito Aretas hadn’t actually been his father and therefore he had no empire to take over, she quietly fumed. He clearly knew the truth and denying it would only make her look foolish, something she vowed to never allow again. Acknowledging the truth wasn’t an option either as she would then open herself to questions from him about his biological father.

So she said nothing and he continued training with Jandro.

She never stopped him from going to the gym, knowing it would only push him further away, but she never supported it either. She never came to any of his matches, never celebrated his wins, not even when he got a sponsorship from a local brewery the day he turned 18. Maybe she figured he would grow out of it or that he’d eventually turn to the family business but unfortunately for her, his love for the sport only grew and soon he was making waves in the sport. 

Which led him to where he is now.

At twenty-six years old he was a big name in the boxing world, making enough money to live comfortably and then some. It was a point of pride for him as his mother had made it clear he would not be living off her money if he continued to refuse the work she did. When he first started making money from his matches, he started saving as much as he could. It wasn’t much and he’d had to live on Jandro’s couch for about a year, but he’d made it through. He had turned his back on his mother’s drug regime a long time ago and he’d refused to go crawling back to her.

Jandro’s hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. “Estas listo para esto?”

Armando nodded, feigning more confidence than he felt. He grabbed his bag from the jet they had flown on and began to make his way to the front to deboard when Jandro grabbed his arm again. 

“Oye, pase lo que pase, siempre estaré de tu lado.” Jandro said the words clearly, making sure to maintain eye contact.

If there was one thing Armando was sure of, it was that Jandro would be there for him. The man had been acting as his father figure practically since they met. He supported his dreams, pushed him to reach them, held him when it got to be too much and celebrated his wins with him. He’d taken care of him when his mother was too angry at his refusal to join the drug game. He trusted the man more than anyone else in his life, and he knew if things went sideways, he would still have Jandro there.

And everything crashing around him was a definite possibility because after years of searching, he’d found his biological father. 

At least he hoped. There were no official records, only hearsay he had managed to piece together once he’d found his mother’s biological family, which had been another thing she’d lied about. She’d told him she was an orphan with no family left when she met Benitos Aretas, but the truth was that she left her family because they weren’t interested in a life of crime. He had three aunts that welcomed him into their fold with zero hesitation. When he mentioned wanting to find his biological father, they told him stories of a man his mother had been involved with at the same time that Aretas was courting her. They didn’t know much, just that he was American, black and handsome. For a while they thought he might convince her to leave Aretas, but one day he’d disappeared and she refused to speak about him anymore. Next thing they knew she was married and no longer speaking to them.

His Tia Arianna had found a picture of his parents together and had given it to him. He made a couple copies of the picture and used them to try and track the man down. It hadn’t been easy but he’d finally gotten a name. Mike Lowery, a decorated detective from Miami. It didn’t match with the name his tias had given him, but he couldn’t deny the file he’d been given by a private investigator. It was definitely him. He had a feeling he knew what the name difference was about but he’d wait to get the story from the man himself. His first order of business was to find the man and find out if he knew about him or not.

Armando took a deep breath to calm the million thoughts and scenarios racing through his mind. “I know,” he finally responded to Jandro. He put his shades on, grabbed his bag and made his way off the plane. “Hagámoslo.”

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Translations:

Estas listo para esto- You ready for this?

Oye, pase lo que pase, siempre estaré de tu lado. - Hey, no matter what I’m always in your corner.

Hagámoslo - Let’s do it

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[armandisdaddy]

Love Unexpected Pt 1.

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Green Fem!Reader (Aunt)

Content/Warning(s): !!18 PLUS!!, Angst, love-hate, Arranged marriage, Virginity being taken, oral Fem receiving, and p in v penetration.

Summary: The dreaded day has come for you and Prince Jacaerys to be married.

You have hated Prince Jacaerys since the day they jumped your brother Aemond and the youngest bastard took his eye. You actually at one point liked his company. You and he would often play and spend time together even though you were always raised to despise one another, but until that fateful day, the two of you adored each other. And now that both of your name days had passed you were to be married. If you were being honest you were nervous and angry.

Your father King Viserys thought this was a good idea? To marry you off to the one person you couldn’t stand. He must hate you, you thought as you stood within the mirror watching your handmaidens getting you dressed and doing your hair. A beautiful ivory dress clung against your pale skin and your hair was pulled from your face and braided intricately and pinned up beautifully. The maids smiled at their masterpiece and you were in awe and how ethereal you looked. You hoped preparations would take longer, but that thought was quickly interrupted by a knock at the door.

“My dear it’s time…” Your mother, the queen called to you through the door. This isn’t what she wanted for you at all. She planned on marrying you to Aemond and you had no objections to the union, but there was no point in thinking about what could’ve been. You made your way into the hall and your mother was to escort you the Sept where the ceremony was to be held. The carriage ride there was mostly silent until Alicent grabbed your hand in her and kissed it lovingly. “My child I wish this wasn’t happening, but as women we must do our duties. If him or any of his family does anything to you know that you can always come home.” You wanted to scream to the top of your lungs but in order to keep your composure you concealed all of the feelings and thoughts you felt down into the deepest pits of your stomach. “It’s alright mother, I’m sure he will be a great husband.” You assured her before leaning your head against the wall of the carriage.

Upon your arrival the entirety of King’s Landing had come to see The Realms Flower be married. You were nervous shaking in your shoes as you approached the alter seeing Jacaerys standing there. You could see the fear in those brown eyes but his expression remained stoic and hard like stone. Now that you stood in front of him you tried giving him a smile to hopefully soften him up, but he remained cold. You were a bit shaken by this, but you kept smiling through it. The ceremony dragged on but it was finally over. After a small celebration the both of you left on dragon back to Dragonstone where you would remain. You kissed you mother goodbye. Your brother Aemond held you tighter than usual, Helaena hugged you lovingly and Aegon well he was a drunk bastard as usual.

Upon arriving to what you would call home now your new husband finally spoke to you. “You do not have to stay in my chambers if you do not wish to. I will get the servants to get your room together. If you’d like a tour I’ll get one of the guards to show you around.” You were confused by this and a bit irritated at how monotone he sounded towards you. “It would be better if my husband showed me where everything was would it not? I understand that our families haven’t gotten along for quite some time, but don’t you think it’s time you and I bury the hatchet and try to at least get along?” You were trying, the last thing you wanted was to be completely miserable here.

He scoffed and laughed heartily at you. “Y/N do not try to pretend that you are making the best of this I know just as well as you do that we both didn’t want this. I will go my way and you will go yours. We will do our duties, but if a bond is what you are seeking to build with me…I assure you that isn’t necessary.” You nodded softly. “Forgive me, husband. I’d like to be shown to my room now.” Once you were brought to your side of the large castle you asked a maid to bring you a pitcher of wine. This was how you would be spending your honeymoon secluded and drunk.

You drunkenly stumbled around the room singing songs that they sang at your wedding celebration and screamed to the top of your lungs hoping someone would hear your desperate cries for attention. The guards went to his chambers and alerted him and he quickly barged in unannounced. “Are you mad? Do you know how late it is Y/N? Go to sleep.” You laughed obnoxiously and threw your cup at him. “You’re no fun…it is not my fault. I didn’t think I would be spending my honey moon like this…without you….We used to be so close at one point… inseparable… and now you treat me like of done something to you. If I am to be treated like the plague at least let me drink.”

His eyes softened he knew you wanted to try and make the best of this arrangement, but there was also a part of him that couldn’t trust her. You looked beautiful wearing a thin night gown that clung loosely to your slender form. The peak of your plump nipples peeled through the thin linen and he felt his cock try to stand at attention but his breeches constricted it’s movements. “Y/N, you and your family cannot be trusted. Your Grandsire Otto and your mother conspire against my mother and intend to fight for your brother to be the heir to the Iron Throne. I take that they aren’t to happy about our union either and intend to use you as a spy or pawn maybe even both. I will do my duties as your husband. We will make children and go to the intended events, but that is all. We are not children anymore…We’ve both changed for the better or the worst is what I don’t know.”

“So you’re telling me after all this time you feel nothing for me anymore? All the memories we made in such a short time you never long for them anymore, Jacaerys?” You stood to your feet and approached him letting your soft hands run across his chest while your other hand grabbed his pressing it against the bodice of your gown. Pushing it up letting his fingers run across your breasts. “You never wondered what holding me would feel like? What fucking me would feel like? Remember when we use to sneak off during our lessons and you would steal kisses from me in the garden? You lifted your hand to his face letting it run across his chiseled jaw line. Your pink lips mere inches away from his. You could feel the warmth of his breath falling on your face. He nodded looking into your violet eyes and down to your lips wanting to taste them. “I remember…”

You crashed your lips into his and he instinctively pulled you against him. Your felt his cock against your thigh and could feel his heart pounding in his chest. You moaned at how ravenous he became trailing away from your lips biting at the flesh of your neck, ripping away the chest of your gown exposing your breasts. His lips enveloped your nipple suckling hungrily. You cooed letting your fingers grab onto his dark tresses feeling your cunt throbbing in excitement. “You’ve always been such a tease, Y/N. Why do you make me feel like I cannot control myself?” He bit your nipple softly causing you to whimper as a hand lifted the skirt of your gown lifting it to get to your soaking core. He hummed as his finger tips found the source of the wetness. Finger tips running circles around your sensitive bud, dipping into your core every so often.

He pushed her towards the bed and removed the gown entirely. He smiled softly and fell to his knees lifting your legs over his shoulder. With the blood rushing to your cheeks he smiled burying his face into you cunt. His tongue lapping at your clit roughly. Your hips bucked forward involuntarily and he moaned into you his eyes rolling from the taste of you. He pushed his tongue inside of your slick walls fucking you with his tongue sloppily as his saliva pooled onto the floor. Your head snapped back into the sheets your chest heaving.

Your head felt like it was spinning from the pleasure. Jacaerys came up for air kissing your inner thighs, kissing up your belly until he reached your lips. The taste and smell of you filled your senses and he bucked his hips into you feeling his cock pressing against you begging to be freed. You fumbled with his breeches finally letting him fall into your stomach with a heavy plop. You leaned on your elbows to see the heavy piece of meat that landed on you and your eyes grew wide. He smiled at you with a warm blush flushing to his cheeks. You were already nervous, but now you were wondering how that was supposed to fit.

Leaning forward he wrapped your arms around his neck and hoisted your legs up revealing you glistening mound. He smiled lining his cock up to your entrance slowly prodding at it until it began to give way. You wince and trembled and he pulled back kissing your lips softly. “Are you alright?” You nod reassuringly kissing him again beckoning him to push further and he did so. You cried out into the kiss and he trembled nervously feeling that sound run through him. The tip was in and he stood still letting you adjust to his size but only for a moment. He began to pump his hips into you feeling the length of his cock digging into you and the girth of him stretching you to the hilt.

“Oh Gods…Jace…” You panted like an animal digging your nails into him. He could feel you sucking him in and he groaned at how good you felt. “You and this cunny of yours. I can’t help myself…” He grunted burying his face into your neck biting your flesh softly. He quickly flipped you over and stood you up placing you between him and the wall he put an arch in your back and slowly slipped inside you again moaning as he felt your walls around him again. Holding your arm back with his one he pulled your head back with the other hair your platinum locks wrapped in his hand.

This position was making his cock grind against places you had no idea existed it made you make a mess several times leaving a pool of your arousal on the floor beneath you. He moaned into your ear feeling his impending climax coming and he knew you were close too. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered uncontrollably until you felt that knot in your stomach release and he followed letting his warm seed fill your womb without hesitation. The both of you panting like animals in heat he kissed your shoulder lightly and picked you up carrying you back to your bed where the two of you laid for the remainder of the night in the glow of your love making. He kissed your head and face whilst you laid in his arms.

To be continued…

[jake-g-lockley]

Can I get prompt #19 with Jake lockley, I’m obsessed with the way you write him.

Afternoon Sun (Jake Lockley x reader)

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Prompt: ARGUING!!!!! then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other Warning: Alcohol abuse, mentions of past trauma, Jake is a mess in this one, angst. A/N: Thanks for the ask!!! lul im sorry for this. I made the prompt slightly softer cuz everyone’s hurtin’ but I hope you like this xxx Word count: 1.7k

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You hear the door slam and you sigh knowing what you had to deal with tonight. You kept your eyes trained on your book as a figure wobbled in the bedroom. The smell of alcohol wafted toward you and you flinched, remembering the way your father used to drink.

“He won’t see me if I don’t move.” you think, staying as still as possible despite the way your hands betrayed you, shaking as they gripped the book in front of you tighter.

Jake Lockley has never hurt you. He might hate you, but he would never, ever hurt you. Nevertheless, your past gave you a fight or flight response that you couldn’t kick no matter how persistently you went to therapy. Your lip trembled as you shook, tears cascading down your face uncontrollably as memories flooded back to you.

You loved Steven and Marc, they treated you like you were their queen, feeding you love and affection that you never knew you deserved. They knew about your past and they tried their best to help you but were slowly failing by the way their alter was acting up. Steven and Marc found out about Jake long after you started dating them. That was when your nightmare started.

Jake would throw tantrums and run away, only to return hours later drunk out of his mind. He never said a word to you, never asked for help, instead turning away from you and flopping onto the sofa, only for one of the other two to wake up and suffer the consequences. You were on the verge of leaving them and they both could tell it was taking a strain on your relationship.

Your eyes dared to leave your book and meet Jake’s, who was already staring at you, his eyes drooping. He sent you a smirk and hiccuped, falling onto the sofa as usual. Suddenly, you felt sad, oddly enough not for yourself but for Jake. Your mind raced, playing back what Marc had said about his own past, one almost similar to yours, except you didn’t have an altar and you were afraid of alcohol. You had learned about alcohol use disorder and it made you stay clear of alcohol, afraid that you would become like your father and waste your life away. A small glimmer of hope lit up inside your head as you brought yourself to shut your book and climb off the bed.

You cautiously approached the sofa and watched as Jake’s hand twitched from how it was sticking up from where he was lying down. You peaked over a cushion and watched Jake’s face for any sign of aggression. All you saw was the same tired face Steven had whenever he had a long day and your heart broke a little more at the state that Jake was putting them through. You gathered your courage and went around to the front, sitting opposite Jake.

“Pst, Jake, wake up.” you said, softly, and when you had no response, you repeated it a little louder, causing him to jump.

You jumped with him but you resisted the urge to hide as your eyes met his bloodshot ones.

“What do you want?” he croaked, scowling at you.

“I need you to sober up.” you said, trying the gentle approach.

Jake just turned over like a stubborn child and you scowled at him, angry at the way he was treating you. You got up and pulled his arm, causing him to drop to the floor with a groan.

“You little-”

“Go on, Jake, call me all the names you want, hit me, I dare you. I’m fucking used to it. I don’t care, I need my boyfriends back and that means that I need you back.” you said firmly, taking the drunk Jake by surprise.

He suddenly had an expression on his face that you did not recognise. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with fear as his hands shook in front of him.

“I-i don’t know how…” he whispered, his big wet eyes searching yours.

“I’ll get you through it, Jake, I promise.” you said, holding your hand out for him to take.

When he reluctantly did, you pulled him up, steadying him as he swayed slightly. You lead him to the toilet and sit him down on the seat, filling him a glass of water to quickly gulp down. Once he did, he held the glass out to you, unsure of what to do next. You had already prepped his toothbrush, wetting it before squeezing a pea sized amount of toothpaste and handing it to him. He slowly brushed his teeth, occasionally leaning over the sink to spit. Tears were flowing steadily from his eyes and you promised yourself that you would wipe them away once you had him settled down.

You handed him a cup of mouthwash and told him to gargle a few times. He did as he was told and you found yourself relaxing at the feeling that he was listening to you. Once he was done, you realised that he was sobering up fast, from the way his hands stopped shaking and his tears slowed. You left him standing there and you went into the closet, picking out Steven’s softest jumper and Marc’s comfiest sweats along with a towel before handing it to Jake.

“Shower. Properly.” he nodded at your words and you shut the door behind you as you exited, giving him some privacy.

You heard soft sobs coming from the shower and you felt horrible for Jake. Maybe you should have faced your fears and done this earlier, maybe it would not have put such a strain on him. You didn’t realise your own tears were flowing until you heard the shower shut and you hastily rubbed your eyes and wiped your face before Jake could see you. You stood up as he emerged from the bathroom clad in the clothes you handed him, his hair still wet. You stood up and pulled his towel, draping it over his head before dying his hair. His hand comes up to yours and stops you.

“I don’t need this.” Jake simply said, his voice the clearest you have ever heard.

“You need this.” you insisted and continued to towel his hair.

“You’re not mine, you don’t owe me this after all I have done!” he yells, wrenching the towel from his head and throwing it to the floor.

“I owe myself this, Jake!” you find yourself yelling back at him, gripping the collar of Steven’s jumper. “After all I have gone through, I think I deserve much better, but I’m still here.”

“Then go! Leave!” he pleads, desperately.

You couldn’t believe your luck. This was the second person you’ve met on this planet that had such a selfish attitude and you could not help but put him in his place.

“Don’t you dare make decisions for me, Lockley.” you warned, glaring up at him. “I’m here to help you and this is all you have to say?”

“I’m scared of hurting you.” Jake whispered and a single tear left his eyes and dropped onto your hand that was grabbing him at the collar.

It made you drop your hand, as if his tears were made of acid. But you found yourself bringing your hand up to his face and swiping your thumb under his eyes. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, forcing all of the tears that had collected out of his waterline to drop down all at once.

“I am not scared because I know you have enough in you to be rational, Jake.” you whisper.

He shook his head and hoped that action could cause your comfort to disappear. Jake was not used to this level of affection and he was feeling overwhelmed.

“Jake, please, I want to learn how to love you, please just teach me and let me learn how to love you.” you were crying now, trying to keep your voice levelled.

“I-i don’t… you can’t possibly…” Jake tried to say through his tears.

“I can and I will, I promise that I will but I need you to see that too, please.” you said.

“Too pure… I won’t ruin you too…” he tried to turn away from you.

You pulled him back with all of your strength and stared into his eyes.

“Just kiss me, Jake, and I’ll show you.” you pulled your last card and threw it at him with the force of ten suns, making him stop in his tracks.

It was soft at first, the second Jake’s lips hit yours. You had felt these lips before but they were different. They felt like they held more sadness in them, the way they worked against yours. He turned his head and pushed on deeper, kissing you properly now, his nose digging painfully against your cheek. You could taste his tears on his lips and him yours.

You softly ran your hands through his wet curls, the same way you would with Marc and Steven and it elicited a loud sigh against your mouth from Jake, one that held so much exhaustion that your eyes filled with tears again. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, a final act of desperation as he seeks out all of your consolation.

You pulled away slowly and leaned your forehead against Jake’s as sobs wracked his body once again. You held onto his hands and laced your fingers with his, gripping them hard, a promise that you would never ever let him go. Once he got a little calmer, you led him to the bed and you lay down before he gently placed his head on your chest. You sang him soft songs as sleep caught him up quickly and once he was fully asleep, you placed a long lingering kiss on his forehead and succumbed to sleep yourself.

Jake woke up in the body, with his head still on your chest. He heard Steven shushing Marc at the back of his head and he smiled up at your sleeping face. The afternoon sun bathed the both of you in a beautiful glow and Jake traced your cheek with the back of his fingers, willing to never see a tear cascade down them as long as he saw the light of day.

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[autumnwoodsdreamer]

Kanera Week 2024, Day 2: Reunion

For this prompt, I kept coming back to this scene I wrote earlier this year. It’s already been published as part of a longer fic, but I hope you all won’t mind it on it’s own 💚

Hera’s heart didn’t pound, didn’t race. It fell strangely still in her chest as all she felt, all the world around her washed away like an ebbing tide, unreality seeping in around everything, cotton-wrapped and syrupy.

Before her, a portrait painted indeliably in her memory hung, lit in pale gold; ten years hadn’t altered anything but they had flicked some white in places and drawn a faint few more lines than there were before.

She stood, paralyzed. Somewhere she couldn’t trace, the call to take another step came and she heeded it but couldn’t take more than one.

“Hera,” he said, entreated, and she’d never had a blade run her all the way through but she was sure it would feel like that. “Hera, I’m so sorry. I—” his words hitched and he swallowed. He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to be away so long, I never wanted to be. I’ve been try—I’ve been trying to get back to you.”

He took a step when she didn’t.

Another and he stopped with a small jolt, like he was catching himself from barrelling down a hill.

“Every day, I think of you. Every day, I have done everything I can to get just one mile closer.”

His voice.

She had to close her eyes a moment just to take in his voice.

It was deep and warm and every note harmonized with her memory but there was a new fight in it—something rough, something abraded, not in tone but in quality, like he had screamed himself hoarse.

“I wanted to be there with you, with our child.”

He broke on the last word and it tore another hole in her heart.

She lost the last thread of disbelief then when she opened her eyes and he was still there, another step closer, another shade more real. She held her breath, waiting for the light to go through him, waiting for the shadows to reclaim him, waiting for his colours to fade and this wonderful vision to just vanish the way dreams always did.

But he was still there. And he bent the light and shaped the shadows the way only real things could.

“Hera, please… please just say something,” he pleaded as the distance between them finally ended.

She looked into his eyes, holding a gaze that couldn’t hold her in return no matter how much he wanted to (and he did, he still did, she could see it clear as crystal in the scarred irises flitting fast and desperate, unmoored and endlessly adrift).

She reached up. She didn’t know she meant to do it until her hand was there, caressing a face she used to know every line to.

He flinched and the lightest whisper of a gasp fell from his lips as, at last, his eyes closed, a tear escaping as he leaned into her touch.

“Kanan,” she said, her voice low, just for the two of them to share. “You smell like fish.”

He chuckled, the sound mangled with a sob as his arms came around her, holding her close, holding her safe.

—Excerpt from Chapter 18 of The Lighthouse Keeper

[emisprocrastinatingbywriting]

Alone and Forsaken

Chapter 20 Summary:

With the barn fire raging miles beyond Jackson's walls, Joel can't help but contemplate the last few months. Sure, meeting you had made his life livable, but what had his presence done to you? As the night draws to an end, Joel can't find it in himself to stay present and much to his dismay, you notice it immediately. After a difficult conversation is had, will the two of you be able to form a united front. And, how will the rest of Jackson react when two melted corpses are found in a pile of ash just a few miles outside of the gates?

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Comfort, A/B/O Dynamics, Mention of Past Abuse, Joel is in LOVE, Mention of Heat/Rut, FILTHY Smut, Like Truly Filthy.

A/N:

Hey y'all, I hope you guys have had a good start to fall :)

This week, we dive right in where we left off and get to see Joel trying to process the fallout. A bit of angst, as our boy is constantly blaming himself for everything, but it gets sorted out. Cut to some super filthy smut because I love you guys <3 This chapter has a lot of angst coming from other parties, as reader and Joel get put in an incredibly uncomfortable position by the residents of Jackson, but it also has quite a bit of fluff. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 20/20:

Chapter 20: The Bonds We Share

Joel couldn’t remember the last time fall was as cold as that night. The brisk wind blew through the trees in the backyard, leeching any residual warmth from his body as the evening turned to night, and he found himself shivering in the thickest flannel he owned. Not that he minded it much. With the blood still caked underneath his fingernails and the smell of smoke clinging to his hair, his mind was miles away. Memories of the past year whirled around his mind, until he felt like he was somehow in twenty places all at once. 

While Joel’s body was firmly placed in the solace of the quiet home in Jackson, he also hovered over himself as he ripped apart some random child’s room in the cabin he had found almost five years ago. He watched himself sob uncontrollably, violently shaking as he whispered over and over again that the little girls in the picture were not his. A part of him wished that he could reach out to that grief stricken man, to lay a hand on his shoulder and promise that his world would one day be whole, but he knew that he wouldn’t have listened. It would take four years of crushing guilt for him to be in a place where he could accept that kind of comfort and even still, there was only one person’s love that could have saved him. 

Which made his mind wander over to the bank of a swollen river, where Joel had found the person who would alter the course of his life. If there was one moment he was sure he would never forget, it was the first time he saw you. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen someone so desolate, so in need of someone to take care of them and for some reason, he knew it had to be him. Although he had promised to take you to Tommy in the spring, kindly passing you off to a place that would most likely care for you better than he could, he was ashamed to admit that he was never going to let that happen. From that first night after he carried you home, when he had planted himself at your bedside and allowed your presence to lull him into his first peaceful sleep in years, he was hooked. 

Joel could have died a happy man that night, gladly welcoming the cold embrace of death as he kept watch over a wildly dehydrated and ridiculously filthy omega that stained his sheets with her mouth watering scent. But he didn’t die and every moment that he had with you since that first one was like a reward. From the first time he heard you speak around a mouthful of chocolate, to the first time he had pulled you onto his lap to snuffle at your gland, he had been trying desperately to ignore the obvious. Which, much to his dismay, only became painstakingly clear when you had gone into a heat. As he fucked your swollen pussy into submission, pouring weeks of pent up lust and thinly veiled affection into his thrusts, he realized that he would never escape his fate. No matter what happened in this lifetime, or the next, he would surrender his aching soul to you everytime. 

It wasn’t easy for Joel to come to terms with his feelings, much less his past, but he had finally found someone who was worth the pain of trying. Even when things went to complete shit, when his days seemed to be products of all his worst nightmares, he never once bemoaned the person who had been placed in his path. The fresh scars from the countless battles he had faced to get to you faded to the background, while his eyes could only focus on the woman he loved. The woman who had sparked life in his heart again, stoking the small flame into a blazing fire that could tear through entire cities, revitalizing his soul until he could barely recognize the man that he had been after Ellie died. 

As Joel shivered from the wind, allowing his mind to become untethered from his body, he couldn’t help but wonder if meeting him had been as good of a thing for you as it had been for him. Of course he knew that you had needed assistance when he found you, half starved and exhausted from days of walking aimlessly through the woods, but had Joel been too greedy? Had he mangled your sense of identity, fusing it with his until you were no longer that gentle being that he had found by the river? It was impossible for him to say, as he hadn’t known you before that chance encounter, but it hardly mattered now. The deed was done, the foes had been vanquished, all there was to do now was wait. 

After burning the barn, the two of you had snuck back into Jackson, slipping through the partially blocked off exit you had come from before hurrying home in an attempt to avoid any residents out for a late night stroll. While you had climbed the stairs, giving him a teasing grin as you promised to run a hot bath for you both, Joel had felt himself begin to drift off. 

He felt no regret about what he had done. Just as it had been with the hundreds of people he had killed over the years, Joel was confident that he had done what he must to protect what was his. His only point of contention was you, of how you had unleashed a side of yourself that he had never seen before, a side that he thought resembled himself a bit too much. He had allowed you to be complicit, gleefully watching with a steadily hardening cock as you tortured a man. And now, he couldn’t decide if that made him a bad alpha or a forward thinking one. 

At first, seeing you unleash your more primal self had turned Joel on, effectively shutting off all of his higher thinking as his blood was re-routed to his cock. And even still, he found himself cursing as he tried not to think about how good you looked splattered in blood, writhing against the workbench as he devoured you. But he put that aside, too confused to let himself do anything other than ponder his own part in your bloodlust. 

When that beautiful voice that always made his heart skip a beat finally rang out in the stillness of the night, Joel shoved it all down so that he could fall into your arms free of guilt. He caught you in the doorway, making you giggle as his hulking form knocked you back a few steps, and hugged you like you might slip away if he ever let go. And you let him, planting sweet kisses to the side of his face until you eventually pulled back. 

Joel let you drag him upstairs afterwards, numbly following you through the house as his mind slid back into the past. Images of you dragging him home through a storm came to mind and he remembered how much his hands had stung from the chicken wire he had hastily put up. The sting, much like many of the other ailments his mind and body were prone to, had been soothed by you. Joel smiled as he thought about how you had wrapped his hands in bandages before you frantically rode him into submission, chastising him for leaving you alone during his rut-fueled quest to reinforce the security system. His mind was so clouded by the past that he barely noticed how hot the water was when he slipped into the bath behind you, only coming to when you suddenly turned in his lap and grabbed his face. 

“Hmm - What? Huh?,” Joel slurred, completely out of it.  

“I said; I think if you try singing to him, Ellis might actually look up at you. He loves it when you play guitar for them, so maybe he just needs a little bit of showmanship from his papa,” you jested, giving him a cheeky grin as you did. 

Normally, that would have earned you at least a chuckle from him, but Joel couldn’t find it in himself to fake it. Sure, he was fine with what he had just done to those assholes. In fact, he’d happily do it again, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around you being okay with it. He felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, like at any moment you would break and realize he had poisoned you, vowing to never forgive him before you kicked him to the curb for good. But the longer that didn’t happen, the more uneasy Joel became, until he wasn’t sure what was real anymore. 

“I uh… Yeah, I could try that I guess,” Joel stammered, still half in his head as he tried to form a coherent response. 

The expression on your face changed, the concern filled gaze making him sigh as Joel worked his way back to reality. Sometimes it was annoying how good you were at reading him. Joel grunted as you turned around to straddle him in the steaming waters, trying to ignore the sting that came when you accidentally kneed him in the balls. He gripped your hips, steadying them as you cupped his face and looked deeply into his eyes. And as much as Joel wanted to look away, to hide his conflicting feelings from you until they passed, he couldn’t stop himself from staring back, from letting you pierce through his armor with nothing but a glance. 

“Tell me what’s wrong Joel.” 

It wasn’t a request, it was a demand, and Joel knew he was bound by the bond and all of the other promises he had made to answer it. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out where to start. How could he look at the woman he loved, the mother of his children, and ask her whether he had tampered with her moral compass or not? That would lead to nothing but heartache, as he knew you would inevitably think something was wrong with you, when it was clearly him that was the issue. 

Or was he? 

Joel felt like his head was going to explode trying to figure it out by himself. 

“When we met, you had never killed anyone,” Joel stated, letting it hang in the air for a second while he gathered his thoughts. 

“Um, yeah? But what does that have to do with anyth-” 

“Then you met me,” he cut in, making you falter as he pushed through, “And now you’ve killed, how many? Ten? Twenty? A hundred people? Do you even know?” 

You scoffed, “A hundred is a little excessive Joel, don’t be dramatic. And to answer your question; no, I don’t know how many people I’ve killed. Probably more than twenty but less than fifty, but who's to say. To be honest with you, I forget most of them. Why? Why does it matter?” 

Joel didn’t say anything, already fearful that he had opened a nasty can of worms that would forever alter the fabric of your relationship. He wasn’t judging you for the killings, he’d be a fool to be that hypocritical; it was himself who he found fault in. If he had been all the things he wasn’t, if he had protected you better or been smart enough to know where the line should be drawn, perhaps then you wouldn’t have had to stain your hands with so much blood. Perhaps then he wouldn’t feel like he had destroyed someone’s innocence. 

“Sweetheart, did I -,” Joel stopped, clearing his throat as he switched gears, “Did you kill those men because you wanted to, or did you do it because you thought it was something I would want you to do?”

“Jesus fucking Christ Joel, what?!,” you admonished. 

“Because I’m worried that while you were changing me for the better, I was turnin’ ya into someone like me. And I ain’t saying that you’re broken or anything like that, I’m saying that I’m worried that I’ve changed you. Infected ya with all of my shit or something,” he rambled. 

Joel felt all of his fears bubbling up from the darkest corners of himself, forcing his nervous system to start pumping out sharp bursts of adrenaline as the walls caved in around him. He wanted to leap out of the bath and throw himself onto the raging barn fire miles outside of the gates, he wanted to weep into your chest and beg for your forgiveness. He wanted absolution for the sin of harming the one person he had sworn to protect with his life. But none of that came to pass, as he soon felt his head being yanked forward by the scruff of his neck, his face pressed into the spot beneath your ear so that his favorite smell could be pumped straight up his nostrils.  

“Honey,” he whined, trying to pull back so that he could explain himself better but you wouldn’t let him. 

Instead, Joel felt your hands come up to tangle in his curls, keeping him in place as you started to speak. 

“Do you know what it was like to grow up like I did? Can you even begin to understand what sort of shit I had to go through on a daily basis? I was five when the world went to shit Joel, FIVE, and I lost everything before I could even understand what that meant,” you said. 

With his heart breaking for the little girl you had once been, Joel started to draw small circles on your hip bones with one hand, while the other soothed the tension along your shoulder blades. It was meant to keep you grounded as you spoke, but he secretly knew you only humored his touch in moments like these because it soothed him. Although you had come to an understanding about your past, making peace with your mother and everything that had happened to you, that didn’t mean Joel was at peace with it. The thought of you in pain at any stage of life, even when he had yet to make your acquaintance, made him want to scream. And now that the twins were born it was even worse, as he couldn’t help but imagine your mini me, Alba, in the same situation. 

“I had to watch my mom kill my dad and she was…,” you sighed, “She was gone after that, I had nobody. And then there were the QZs, the constant running, my mom meeting Josiah and forcing us to join that group. I never even had a chance to process it and all of that shit just sat with me for years.” 

Joel wasn’t sure what to say so he stayed silent, allowing you the space to speak if that’s what you needed. For another minute you were quiet, continuing to rub the back of his head in a way that thankfully lessened the dull ache behind his eyes, and then you began again. 

“It all festered inside of me, until I was nothing but a big ball of fear and anger, until I didn’t even know who I was anymore. For years I was no better than the infected, just going through the motions day in and day out, but then I met you,” you said reverently, as if finding him was some sort of blessing. 

Joel nodded solemnly, understanding your perspective but unable to reconcile your views with his own. He knew exactly what it was like to be just going through the motions, he had also done so for years before he found you. However, you were overlooking his original point; that perhaps the real blessing would have been if he had saved you from starvation first and then the curse of being involved with someone like him afterwards. 

“That’s exactly what I meant though darling, you met me and then you started to change. Don’t you get it?,” he tried again. 

“No, it’s you that’s not getting it Joel. I spent years being nothing but a fucking victim. The greatest thing I could hope for was to be married off to someone who didn’t beat me. And after that? That I wouldn’t die in childbirth. But then, I met you and everything changed. Suddenly, I found someone who treated me like I was a person. I could actually be something other than a kept woman,” you argued. 

He softened at that, the reminder of what could have been your life making his stomach churn. Although Joel had been cursed with a woeful life as an adult, he could at least say that his formative years had been joyful. While he had spent his childhood swimming in the Texas heat, flirting with his classmates, playing football, and riding horses with his brother, you had spent yours being tormented and abused. Contrary to what any optimists may say, there was no silver lining to an upbringing like that. There was only that deep seeded pain that he knew you hid from the world, one that you put aside each day in order to carry on. The only conciliation Joel could think of was the knowledge that at least your own children would not be subjected to the same cruelty, but even that felt like a cheap reward for such a harsh start in life. 

“Joel, I need you to listen to me when I say this; I have been everything from a scared little girl, to a runaway bride, to a prisoner, to a killer, but the only thing that I have actually enjoyed being is your mate,” you said shakily while hot tears ran down your face and dampened his hair. 

“Oh honey,” he cooed against your heated skin. 

“I’m not done, please let me finish,” you begged, which instantly shut him up.

He felt you take a steadying breath, collecting yourself for a moment so that you could make your point. Joel stayed quiet, trying to soothe you in whatever way he possibly could as he waited. The last thing he wanted to do was to keep you from talking about it, as he knew that you usually preferred to keep the past tucked away. 

“Honestly, this does have a bit to do with you, but it’s not what you think,” you began, pulling back to look Joel in the eye as you continued, “I’m not letting anyone keep me from what makes me happy and what makes me happy is you. I am not a victim anymore, I am a person and I get to decide what I want. And I want you Joel Miller, that’s all there is to it.” 

Joel felt the weight being lifted from his chest, causing him to let out a deep breath that released all of his bunched up muscles. Although he would rather not think of you being tasked with any sort of dirty work, he was soothed by the knowledge that you had at least partaken out of your own volition. The last thing Joel needed was the guilt of ruining yet another person’s life, much less the life of his favorite person. 

“I was the one who suggested going after those guys Joel, and back at the cabin? You weren’t even around to tell me to kill Paul’s men, that was all me. Don’t go taking credit for something I wanted, for something I don’t regret in the slightest. I made my decisions all by myself babe,” you reminded him. 

With that reminder, Joel sighed, gazing up at you as he tried to decipher whether you were telling the truth or not. The look on your face told him that you were and he felt all of his previous worries about shattering someone’s innocence fade away. If this was what you had truly wanted, if killing them had brought you some sort of peace that forgiveness could not, who then was he to judge? Joel had wanted the same thing, regardless of the consequences, which meant he couldn’t chastise you for your own desires. 

“Okay baby, I get it. I just don’t ever want you to do something like that on account of me. What we did it…,” Joel sighed, “It still might come back to bite us in the ass, you know that right? And if it does, I ain’t got a clue what we’ll do.” 

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,” you shrugged, “I’m sure they will have questions for us and we already know that the people in town love to talk, but who cares? If it means we can put all of the shit from the past year behind us, isn’t it worth it?” 

“Sure is darling,” he drawled, smiling up at you as he did. 

With that, you leaned down and stole a kiss from Joel’s lips, one that warmed him from the inside out. It was more fleeting than he would have liked it to be and he found himself chasing your lips when you pulled away. A smug grin spread out on your face at his sudden neediness, but he didn’t care about how he looked. 

It was right for you to be smug about Joel’s obsession with you, especially when it was Joel that spent the majority of his day plagued by incessant daydreams about you. If only you knew how often he sat by himself, silenced by his own astonishment as he thought about how lucky he was to have found the love of his life under such peculiar circumstances. His infatuation was nothing short of torment, as he couldn’t go more than a minute without you popping into his brain, but he never wanted it to change. He’d happily slide into insanity if it meant that he could spend just a few more seconds thinking about his mate. 

Joel watched through heavy lids as you reached out and grabbed the shampoo, unable to keep himself from mooning over you as he did. Another cheeky grin was thrown his way when you caught his puppy dog eyes, accompanied by an exaggerated eye roll. It might have been meant as a cue for him to stop gawking, but Joel refused to heed that request, instead preferring to reach out to stop you from squeezing a glob of shampoo into your palm. 

“Let me?,” he whined shamelessly, uncaring of how pathetic he seemed.  

“Sure thing handsome,” you chuckled, “Just watch the eyes this time.”

Joel huffed at that, giving you a pointed look as he snatched the bottle from your grasp. Pink splotches rose to his cheeks and crept down his neck. He tried not to think about the first bath he had taken with you, where he had clumsily yanked on your hair in an attempt to wash it and then nearly drowned you when he tried to rinse the soap out. It had been truly mortifying, but Joel liked to think of himself as a reformed man. Since that blundering first try, he had been sure to pay attention to every aspect of your routines, carefully watching from afar in hopes that he might get a chance to wow you with his second try. Luckily for him, the chance presented itself when the twins began to crowd your womb, the enormous bump leaving you with little option other than to pass the self care duties off to him. 

“Hold up, who was it again that bathed ya when the twins got too big for you to handle it anymore?,” Joel pointed out, making you bite back a grin. 

“Okay fine, you’re very talented Joel,” you said sarcastically.  

“Damn straight,” he grumbled. 

The next few minutes were quiet, the only sounds in the room being the leaky faucet that he had yet to fix and the occasional whispered request from him to shift positions. Joel worked methodically, washing any remaining filth from your hair and slathering it with the conditioner before he moved downwards. He eased all the tension from your body as he worked, smiling when you eventually slumped into him with a sigh. 

“Okay honey, let’s rinse the conditioner out then you should be good to go,” he mumbled as he carefully eased your face away from the crook of his neck. 

“Ugh fine, but only because you’re cute,” you groaned. 

He shook his head, chuckling as he tipped your head back and rinsed the floral scented conditioner out of your hair. Joel smiled at your closed eyes, thankful that he was able to do something so mundane in a world that was anything but normal. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that this was his life. Most of his days were spent changing diapers, rocking cranky pups, and stealing as many kisses as he could from their radiant mother. As far as things go, the situation he found himself in was unique BECAUSE it was so normal. It was almost like he could forget about the horrors that lurked in the shadows beyond the walls and just live like any man should, like he had longed to for decades. 

“Hmm, you’ve gotten better at that baby. Gonna run Jake out of town if you get into the hair business,” you joked. 

Joel snorted, “I like washing YOUR hair darling, I don’t want to spend my days setting old ladies' perms and listening to them complain about their mates.” 

“Oh, but they would love you Joel. I just know they would be running back to the dining hall so they could tell all their friends about the big handsome alpha that did their hair. You’d make a killing,” you teased. 

“Quit it,” he grumbled, unable to hide the way his cheeks reddened at the compliment. 

Another soft smile from you only made it worse, until Joel was sure that his face was nearly as red as a tomato. The way you looked at him was just so affectionate, so full of unconditional love and commitment, that he was entirely bewitched. A spell had been placed on him from the moment he met you, curling around his heart and plucking at its strings until he gladly drowned his former self to be the mate that you needed. Joel was a new man, born again out of love and compassion, and he had you to thank for it. 

“Aw, it’s okay baby, I’m finished for now,” you jested, waggling your eyebrows at him in a way that made him roll his eyes, “Now pass me the shampoo, it’s my turn.” 

He handed you the bottle, hoping that humoring your request would stop the flattery before he died of embarrassment. And it did, kind of. Instead of sweet words, Joel let himself be worshiped in a different way, allowing you to massage the shampoo into his hair with your capable hands, soothing the inflamed muscles at the base of his skull. He sighed when you moved on to his body, his head thumping against the back of the tub as you wrestled with the knots in his shoulders. Undaunted by the heady task, you battled with his muscles until they submitted to your touch, and he couldn’t help the pathetic moan he let out as all the tension drifted away. 

“Fuck honey,” Joel groaned, completely and utterly blissed out. 

“Mmm, you like that?,” you sighed, your voice soft and airy as you did.��

It was a seemingly innocent question, yet Joel couldn’t help the way his mind wandered into more devious territory. His cock kicked up between his legs, twitching against your inner thigh so hard that your gaze snapped downwards. He tried hard to think of something, anything that would stop his hardening cock from ruining the loving moment, but he came up blank. How could Joel possibly keep himself from getting hard when you were naked and massaging his aching muscles, sighing into his ear as you softly asked him if he liked it? Well, the answer was that he couldn’t. He was just a man after all. 

“Well hello there,” you giggled. 

“C’mon baby, don’t tease. I can’t help it. D’ya know what you do to me sweetheart?,” Joel groaned, “Can’t even look at ya like this, you’re so fucking beautiful. You don’t even wanna know half the nasty shit I think about doing to ya every goddamn day, it ain’t right.”

“Is that so? Well, you could always show me,” you answered with a wink. 

Joel reached up and sunk his fingers into your hair, pulling lightly on the strands as he angled your face so that he could crash his lips into yours. A pleased hum slipped from your mouth, allowing him an opening to slip his tongue in and tangle it with yours. With gentle hands, he drew soft circles into the hinge of your jaw, coaxing it open wider so that he could feed you more of him. You tasted faintly of the cigarettes you had helped him smoke back at the barn, along with the slight hint of something sweet, something so indescribably you that drove him wild. 

The world fell away as Joel kissed you, all of his focus on the goddess on top of him who he had devoted his life to. He tried to take it slow, wanting to keep his cool for the time being so that he could show you just how much he cared. Nevertheless, when you began to rock your hips, forcing a harsh growl from him that rumbled from deep within his chest, his patience snapped. 

“Fuck’s sake honey,” Joel panted as he broke away, surprised out how quickly you were riling him up. 

“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom?,” you suggested, continuing the filthy grind that made his head spin. 

He nodded along, willing to do whatever it was you wanted so that he could get himself back between your thighs. Joel watched you stand from the bathtub, skin glistening like it was embedded with diamonds, and felt his heart stutter. Although he was aware of your recent struggles with your body image, the changes had only made him more ravenous. The thin stretch marks along your tummy and hips were so kissable, and his mouth watered at the new layer of plushness that your curves had been endowed with. It drove him crazy that you didn’t see yourself the way he did. While you saw all of the changes that came from birthing two pups as ruinous, all he saw was beauty and a strength that he could never possibly possess. 

“Baby you’re fucking gorgeous, you look like a goddamn angel,” Joel sighed. 

A hand was held out to him and he took it, entranced by your figure as he allowed himself to be dragged from the water. Joel stumbled out of the bathtub, too drunk off the masterpiece in front of him to notice how you laughed at his shaky limbs. He was so out of it that he didn’t even move to grab his towel when you started drying off, standing there with stars in his eyes as he watched you run the thick fabric over every inch of your body. What I would give to be that towel, he thought to himself, trying to keep himself from rushing over there and licking each bead of moisture off with his tongue. By that point, his cock was standing at full attention, throbbing with each heavy thump of his heart until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

Joel was dripping wet, soaking the tiles with each step he made towards you, but he didn’t give a shit. What he needed to do was pour every bit of his mutilated soul into you, to show you just how much you meant to him the only way he knew how. A gasp escaped you when he yanked you forward, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss that had your legs shaking in seconds. He chuckled at your receptiveness, plucking you from the ground so he could wrap your legs around his waist. With his cock nestled in between your folds, he felt all of his previous worries float away, causing him to let out a feral growl as he stomped out of the bathroom. A shriek came from you when he abruptly launched you onto the mattress, which melted into a high pitched squeal as he grabbed your ankles and yanked you towards the edge. 

“Oh sweetheart, you’re a goddamn dream,” he moaned, falling to his knees so he could cover the thickness of your thighs with a smattering of sweet kisses. 

“S-So are y - oh!,” you squeaked, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he suddenly latched onto your pulsing clit. 

Joel wasted no time sucking the bud into his mouth, his hips twitching at the way you pulled at his curls and writhed against the sheets. Slick gushed onto his face and he happily licked it up, teasing your folds with his tongue until you were clutching the sheets. He loved to work you up, to drink up every bit of that precious nectar that leaked out of your hole until you begged him to fuck you. He switched between your clit and your entrance each time he felt you get close, keeping you right on the edge but refusing to let you have it until you screamed. 

Usually, you were putty in Joel’s hands like this, folding to his desires in a way that was oh so sweet. The trust you had in him was something that he would cherish until the end of time. He knew that you had faith in the fact that no matter how frustrating his teasing may be, his only goal was to drown you in an ocean of mind numbing pleasure. Which was why Joel was surprised when he felt you yank his head away from your soaking pussy, forcing a distressed squawk from his throat as you aggressively hauled him up onto the bed. 

“Honey, what the hell are y- oompfh,” he was cut off, shocked by his omega’s strength when he was suddenly thrown onto his back like a ragdoll. 

“Do you think that you can just tease me like that? That I won’t do anything?,” you hissed as you clambered over him. 

The tone you used with him had Joel widening his eyes in surprise, his cock throbbing at your sudden shift in demeanor. He shook his head, knowing that if he tried to speak all that would come out would be a needy whine. Although you didn’t take control often, preferring to let him have his way with you, Joel loved it when you did. So much so that he could never keep it together for very long. Already, he felt his knot beginning to puff up around the base of his cock and he prayed like hell that you would do something before he came untouched. 

“Words Joel,” you chided, bringing back down to earth. 

He moaned, “No baby, I don’t - shit - I don’t think that.” 

“Hmmm… I don’t know if I believe you.”

Before Joel could respond, you were already gone, shimmying down his body to place yourself at eye level with his cock. He wanted to admonish you, to demand that he be the one to tear pleasure from the other until they screamed, but he couldn’t. Not when you were leaning forward, giving him one last devious grin before your tongue drew a lazy line from root to tip. A loud groan burst from his lips, echoing throughout the empty house as you took the hint and sucked more of him into your mouth. 

“Honey, y-you don’t have to, I don’t need you t- oooh fuck,” he gasped, too dazed to do anything other than watch as you took him halfway down your throat. 

A few stray tears sprang from your eyes, wiped up by the pads of Joel’s fingers before he gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He didn’t yank on the strands as he usually would, preferring to respectfully keep them away from your face as you slobbered up and down his throbbing length. Another desperate whimper spilled from his mouth as he locked eyes with you and he could already feel himself racing towards his end, but he tried his best to resist it. Joel wanted, scratch that, he needed to be inside of you first. 

“F-Fucking shit baby, you gotta stop that or m’gonna cum,” he grunted, “Don’t wanna cum like this, please I need - ungh.”

The hold Joel had on your hair tightened and he nearly convulsed at the way you easily swallowed him all the way down. He felt your throat contract once, then twice, dutifully swallowing around him to keep yourself from gagging at the size. A fire stirred in his belly, his cock throbbing wildly in your throat as one of your hands crept down to his balls and rolled them between your capable fingers. Sparks of pleasure ran up and down his spine, the muscles in his abdomen tensing each time your moans vibrated around his length. 

“Please,” Joel panted, his heart pounding as he tried to fend off his incoming release. 

Joel’s cock gave one big twitch, signaling that he was right at the precipice and he cursed himself for not being able to stop it. He let out a frustrated growl, resigning himself to cumming down your throat when he felt his balls begin to draw upwards. But just when he was about to explode, you pulled back, leaving his wet cock to throb angrily against his belly. 

“W-What the fuck? Why?,” Joel stammered, propping himself up on his elbows so he could glare at you. 

“Patience babe, good things come to those who wait… No pun intended,” you giggled, biting the inside of his thigh so hard that he jumped. 

“But I -”

“- What you need right now is to get out of your own head,” you chided, just the sound of your voice almost making him blow his load again, “It’s my turn to take care of you daddy, why don’t you let me? I promise that I’ll make it worth your while.” 

Joel harrumphed but nodded, begrudgingly accepting his fate as you plucked his aching cock from his stomach and swallowed him back down. This time you upped the ante, reaching down to give him a show as you circled your clit and moaned around his length. The vibrations of it were already enough to send him to those pearly gates, but when you pulled your fingers away from your pussy, shoving them into his open mouth so that he could taste your sweet slick, he almost levitated off the bed. 

Muffled whimpers came from him as he sucked at your fingers, his thighs shaking from the tidal wave of pleasure building up inside of him. Joel was torn, it was too much, it wasn’t enough. He needed to feel you as close as he possibly could, to taste your lips as he pounded into your soaked cunt, but he also needed to cum so badly that it hurt. Which was a task that you had made it your mission to thwart, as he soon found himself close to tears when you ruthlessly pulled away once more. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you serious? What the fuck are you trying to do to me?,” Joel hissed, frustrated at how the muscles in his lower abdomen burned while precum poured from his pulsating cock. 

“That doesn’t sound like a please,” you tsked, reaching forward to lazily stroke him. 

Joel growled, steadily losing patience as you continued to toy with him. The way you flicked your wrist with every stroke was mean, never once breaking eye contact as you milked him for all he’s worth. It was cruel and unusual punishment, you knew it and so did he, but that didn’t seem to matter to you. 

Although Joel had forty years of sexual experience under his belt, he found that it didn’t mean anything when it came to you. Soon after the first time the two of you had slept together, he remembered how taken aback he had been when he realized you actually cared about his pleasure as much as your own. He was so used to being a giver that he never once entertained the thought of receiving. Nevertheless, the attention you gave to his desires and needs served as yet another reminder of how much you loved him. 

Still, in that moment all Joel could feel was irritation. It didn’t matter that he had been fucking since before you were even alive, you could somehow make him cum at the drop of a hat. He found it incredibly embarrassing that he, a 56 year old man, could lose all of his inhibitions and turn into a quivering mess so easily, but he was completely powerless to your whims. 

“Shi-it, okay! Please baby, please let me cum,” Joel gritted out, willing to wave the white flag if it meant that you’d put him out of his misery. 

Sweat broke out on his forehead as you pretended to entertain the idea, continuing to work him into a frenzy with your hands in ways he would never be able to recreate on his own. Joel whined, thumping back against the bed so that he could tear at his own hair. He was about ready to call the whole thing off, to pull you from between his legs so that he could fuck you into oblivion for teasing him, but your soft voice stopped him. 

“One last time daddy, then I’ll let you have whatever you want,” you promised. 

Joel let out a heartbroken sound but surrendered, clenching his teeth when he felt you take him into your mouth. He hissed when you started to play with his balls, the heavy sack filled with cum and ready to explode down your throat at a moment's notice. But it was when your other hand began to wander that his eyes snapped open, shakily lifting himself onto his elbows so he could peer down just in time to watch as you snuck a finger between his cheeks. He choked when you pulled back to wet your fingers between your legs, lubing them up with slick before you returned to press them into the tight ring of muscle. 

“Sweetheart I - ohmyfuckinggod - ha, shi-it,” Joel gasped, falling back against the bed as your finger brushed up against something that made his vision blur. 

The last time you had done this to him, Joel had been surprised at how good it had felt, but this time was different. This time you had found something inside him that lit his nerve endings up like a Christmas tree. Lifetimes ago, he had read about the joys of having your prostate stimulated by a partner in one of the many copies of Cosmopolitan that his dentist’s office had. It had interested him, but he was too scared to bring it up to even the most loyal of his many booty calls. He couldn’t even find it in himself to try it alone. 

Not once had Joel dipped into that side of his sexuality before you, too used to being in charge of everything to be comfortable enough to let someone see him in a more vulnerable state. But you were different, you were his mate, which meant that he had nothing to be ashamed of. Deep down, he knew that there was a kinkier side of you that wanted to hear his pleasure induced screams just as much as he wanted to hear yours. And based on the way his whole body locked up when your finger started to rub at that devastating spot, as if it was gearing up for the most powerful orgasm of his entire life, you were well on your way to getting what you wanted. 

Sharp zaps of white hot pleasure ping ponged back and forth between his cock and his prostate, making him thrash uncontrollably against the mattress. His ears rang, vision spotted as he raced towards the finish line faster than he ever had. Joel could hear himself babbling, begging through a strained voice as you tore him to pieces, but he had no idea what he was saying. All he knew for sure was that if you didn’t let him cum this time, he was going to start crying. 

“P-Please baby! Fuck, I’ll do anything darling just PLEASE! Wanna cum in that pretty pussy, I don’t care - oh shit - don’t care if s’not safe. Need to shove my knot inside, need to fill you up with me, g-gonna fill you up until it fucking takes again, yes, yes, yes,” Joel rambled, unable to censor his thoughts with how close he was.  

Realistically, Joel knew that it was stupid to do something like that, but he had also known it was stupid thing to do the first time around. He couldn’t help himself, your pussy was too tight and warm, too inviting for a filthy old man like him that dreamed of nothing but burying himself between your thighs. And you were no better, moaning around the cock in your mouth as you squeezed your thighs together at the thought of him cumming inside. Maybe it was stupid, but in that moment Joel couldn’t find it in himself to give a fuck. The muscles in his tummy tightened once more, causing him to release a series of strangled groans while his cock ached for a release. 

Joel tried everything. He first tried bargaining with you, offering to eat you out until the morning came if you brought him over the edge just once. When that didn’t work, the demands came, where he attempted to bark orders at you through his clenched teeth. However, his breathless demands fell on deaf ears, causing him to finally revert back to begging. With his face flushed and sweat sticking to every inch of his skin, Joel was a disaster, thrashing in your hold like a wild animal as he whined. It got to the point that you had to pinch the inside of his thigh two times, a silent reminder for him to cool it before he accidentally bucked you off the mattress. 

“Please, I’ll be good,” Joel whimpered as he reached the edge, staring out at an ocean of pleasure for just a moment before you halted his fall. 

The tears came immediately, dripping unabashedly down his cheeks and staining the sheets below. Joel tried to stop it but the tears just kept coming. His breaths came out shaky and uneven, despite his best attempts to calm himself and he suddenly felt so humiliated that he couldn’t stay level headed. He wanted to keep it cool, to allow you to continue your little game without letting himself shatter into a million pieces. That was what was fair, especially given the fact that he had made you cry from his own teasing too many times to count. But instead of remaining calm, he let out a surprisingly high pitched whimper, which opened the floodgates for the heaving sob that came afterwards. 

“Oh my god, Joel?! Fuck! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?,” you questioned him, the fear evident in your voice. 

Joel couldn’t answer, too busy holding his breath in an attempt to keep his crying to a minimum. He didn’t even know why he was crying. Nothing hurt and despite his frustrations, he had actually enjoyed your teasing, but for some reason he couldn’t stop the flow. He needed something tangible to cut through the vulnerability, something that could ground him a bit so that he could stay in his body. And the second you heard the choked sound he let out when he tried to ask for it, you clambered back into his lap, taking his face in your hands so that you could examine him. Joel shook his head at your concern, unable to explain himself but trying to convey that he was alright, that this would pass. 

“Oh alpha,” you cooed, placing a soft kiss on his forehead that made him cry harder. 

“I-I’m fine,” Joel sniffed, yanking you closer despite the claim. 

Joel wasn’t lying, he was fine, sort of. He had let you take him apart, piece by piece, which left him incredibly vulnerable. That kind of vulnerability only came with a deep trust, one that had placed him in just the right headspace to release all kinds of embarrassing sounds and emotions. He had done the same for you many times, but having it done back to him was as breathtaking as it was overwhelming.

 Never in his life had Joel felt so fragile yet so protected, giving himself over to you so that you could wring out as much pleasure as humanly possible. At any other time in his life, this would not have happened. He wouldn’t have let it. But at that moment, as he laid weeping in bed with his naked mate in his lap, it was time for him to let go. 

“M’not hurt, I liked it baby,” Joel promised with tears still rolling down his face, “Please, I want it, want you so bad. Don’t make me wait honey, I can’t take it no more.” 

“Shh Joel, it’s okay. I’m not gonna make you wait again, I promise. You’ve been so good for me baby,” you soothed, lining yourself up and sinking down on his cock with a heavy sigh. 

The feeling of your warmth enveloping him nearly sent Joel flying, but he managed to hold on. He gripped the fat of your hips so hard that purple marks bloomed beneath his fingertips, moaning wantonly when you started to bounce up and down his length. Every bit of you was on display for him; the leaking tits that bounced with every move, the tummy he loved to leave bite marks all over, the drenched pussy that leaked slick onto his thighs. It was shameless, it was incredibly erotic, and it was driving him crazy. He wasn’t even sure where to look, every bit of you was better than any cheesy porno he had ever seen in his life. 

“Jesus fucking Christ - oo-ooh shit - sweet girl, my girl, mine, mine, mine,” Joel chanted, starting to lift his hips to meet your thrusts. 

“Yours, m’always yours Joel. Fuck, please,” you whined, limbs starting to shake as your pace began to falter.  

That whine flipped a switch in Joel’s brain, stirring up something dark and primal inside of him that could only be satiated by pleasing you. One needy sound from his omega and he was done playing around, the alpha in him rearing up to do his duty regardless of whatever schemes you had thought of. In a blink of an eye, he had thrown you off of him, uncaring of your pathetic whimpers as you bounced against the bed. Before you even had a chance to argue with him, he flipped you onto your stomach, slapping your ass so hard that the sound of it bounced off of the walls. 

A garbled moan came from you while Joel soothed the red mark with his gun calloused hands, causing him to suck his teeth in frustration at how close he was to exploding from just the act of spanking you. It was your fault he was like this, all riled up and no place to go unless he wanted it to end way too quickly. And he made sure you felt his frustration, raining down a flurry of ruthless blows to both sides of your ass that had you squealing into the sheets. 

“Think it’s funny to play with daddy like that?,” he sneered, another heavy crack landing against your upper thigh, “Does my little slut need attention that badly? Can’t go two fucking hours without me fucking that drippy little pussy, hm? Maybe I’ll make you wait for it too, what do you think honey?”

“NO!,” you exclaimed, wiggling against his hold on your hips in frustration. 

Another round of spanks landed against your backside, harsh enough that you cried out and stilled your jerky movements. Joel cooed when he heard a sniffle, leaning forward to place a kiss against your spine as he continued his careful caresses against your reddened cheeks. He knew that the roughness of his hands likely made it more jarring than comforting, but if the slick leaking from between your legs was any indicator; you were enjoying it as much as he was. 

“Oh honey, look at how drenched she is,” Joel chuckled, launching himself forward so that he could place a fleeting peck against your swollen folds, “And so fucking sweet, shame that you were such a bad girl. Woulda loved to give her a proper kiss.” 

That seemed to piss you off, the angry snarl you let out making him chuckle. 

“Come on Joel, I was just having fun. It’s not like you don’t do the same shit to me when you - oh shi-it,” another slap caught you off guard, this one landing right over your twitching core. 

Joel hummed, “You’re right darling, I did enjoy it, but that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna let ya get away with it. Can’t spoil this slutty little pussy of yours too much sweet girl, need you to stay good for me.”

Before you could answer, Joel lifted your hips upwards, smirking at how quickly you arched your back and presented yourself to him. He kissed your shoulder and whispered his thanks, the soft look you gave him over your shoulder causing his heart to flutter. He shook his head, trying to get himself back into the right headspace before he broke and decided he needed to make love rather than fuck the shit out of you. That’s not what you wanted, he could see it in the way you impatiently wiggled your ass back against him, which meant he had to get it together. 

“I don’t think she deserves that just yet,” Joel snipped, halting your desperate movements against his throbbing length. 

With both hands, he pulled your cheeks apart, letting a glob of spit to fall from his mouth onto your asshole. Joel grinned as he watched the tight ring of muscle gleam at him, deciding right then and there that it was time to get payback in every sense of the word. He pressed his index finger against it, getting nothing but a shiver from you until he slid two fingers inside. It was a brutal stretch, he could tell with the way you suddenly tensed and inched away from him, but he refused to allow you to stray too far. Instead, Joel reached down and rubbed circles over your clit, easing the tension from your body with each swipe over the bud. 

“Daddy,” you mewled, more slick coming to stain the bed sheets as his fingers began to thrust in and out of your asshole. 

“That’s it, be a good girl and take my fingers in that perfect little ass. Can’t you hear how soaked that filthy cunt of yours is? She doesn’t even care which hole I fuck, does she? Bet I could just use her to get my cock all nice and wet before I ruin your tight fucking ass every single day. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya darling?,” he rambled. 

The choked whimper you let out was music to Joel’s ears and he wanted nothing more than to hear it again. He simply couldn’t help himself, dripping another wad of spit around his digits so he could slide a third finger in. With one hand providing constant attention to your clit and the other filling your ass, he had no choice but to blanket himself over your trembling figure to keep you jerking away from him and the result was filthy. The heat that gathered between your naked bodies was stifling, a layer of sweat forming over every inch of skin as he fucked his fingers in and out, over and over. Joel leaned into your ear, whispering the most depraved things he could think of until your core began to lock up, squeezing his fingers as you neared your end. 

The kind thing for him to do was to let you cum. However, after remembering your harsh treatment towards him, Joel pulled away just before you could and laughed at the distressed cry you let out. 

“Not so funny now, is it you little shit?,” Joel teased.  

“N-No, it’s not,” you stuttered around heaving breaths. 

He laughed again, rubbing soothing circles into your sides as you came down from your almost orgasm. 

“Well, luckily for you my sweet girl, daddy isn’t quite as mean as you. Which means, all you gotta do is tell me what you want,” Joel promised. 

What Joel proposed was a simple request, but you both knew it was a trap. Sure, he wasn’t a complete liar. He would honor his promise and do whatever it was you wanted if you asked. But that was the issue, the if, as you knew that he was about to make it unnecessarily difficult. Just as you began to speak, he wrenched your cheeks apart with both hands, blowing cool air over your winking holes so that he could watch as you trembled and whined. 

Joel chuckled, “M’waiting darling, anything you could dream of, all ya gotta do is tell daddy.”

A muffled response came from you, one that was spoken so softly that he could barely hear a word of it. All Joel could make out was a quiet please and his own name sandwiched in between the near silent request. With no other choice, he reared up and spanked you once more, forcing a strangled shriek from you that made him squeeze the base of his cock to stave off his own orgasm. 

“Daddy can’t hear a word you’re saying baby, better be a good girl and speak up or else he’ll just have to keep spanking ya,” he chided, sounding almost bored as he let loose another few slaps. 

“Ungh, please, please no more. I-I’ll be good for you daddy, so good, just please,” you tearfully begged, the pain in your voice enough to break his heart. 

Joel made a sympathetic noise, switching gears in an instant at the first sign of your limits being reached. With careful hands, he flipped you onto your back, his eyes raking over your quivering form for any sign of harm that he might have inflicted, but there was none. Instead, all he saw was a glassy eyed omega with bitten lips who stared up at him like he was some sort of sex god. He felt almost bashful at how reverently you gazed upon him, which caused him to forget himself and launch forward, blanketing himself over you so that he could bump his nose against yours. 

“You okay honey? Was I being too rough on ya?,” Joel checked in, fearful that he might have gone overboard with the spanking. 

You shook your wobbly head, “N-No daddy, I liked it. I just want more, want you to…” 

As you trailed off, you looked away from him, embarrassment written all over your face. Joel was dumbfounded, wondering how you could possibly feel too shy to ask him for something when he had been the one that sucked the milk from your breasts as he fucked you just hours before. Not only that, he had just allowed you to finger his asshole, an activity that most alphas his age would shy away from. If Joel was willing to do all of that and still feel comfortable enough to look you in the eye, he couldn’t even imagine what it was that had you so worked up. 

“Y’want me to what? What is it sweet girl? C’mon, you can tell me, there’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s only us in the room right now honey and I’m ain’t gonna judge ya,” Joel promised, coddling you with soft caresses as he did. 

Another beat passed, one that consisted of Joel watching as the cogs in your brain worked themselves into a frenzy. He saw it the second you decided to tell him, sighing in defeat as you decided that the benefits of telling him greatly outweighted the risks. Nevertheless, nothing could have prepared him for what came tumbling out of your mouth. 

“I want you to fuck my ass Joel, right here, right now. Nobody has ever done it before, which I suppose is obvious since I’ve only ever been with you, but I want you to do it.” 

Joel was pretty sure that he had just died and moved on to the next life. This had to be heaven… right? There was no way that you had just asked him to fuck you in the ass, he refused to allow himself to believe it. It had to be his mind playing tricks on him, the damned thing probably finally giving out on him after decades of countless concussions. There was no way that his sweet girl, the woman whose face was branded on the insides of his eyelids, would grant him such a treat. If that had been the case, hell must have frozen over, as there was no way that someone like Joel could be so lucky.  

“C-Could you say that one more time for me sweetheart? My ears ain’t what they used to be, but I could’ve sworn that I just heard you say -”

“That I wanted you to shove your big ass dick into my ass and fuck me,” you finished for him with a determined nod, “Yes, that is correct.” 

Joel groaned a low and pained holy fucking shit, all of his previous worries about cumming too quick subsequently coming back with a vengeance. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been given the chance to do this with a partner and he felt a sort of giddiness bubble up inside of him. Everytime Joel fantasized about anything sexual, it was you he imagined, which meant that he had daydreamed about this more than he would like to admit. However, just like the desires he had been hiding surrounding your breastmilk, he had been too nervous to bring it up. 

Exploring the joys of anal was not something you just brought up at the dinner table. Plus, Joel didn’t think it was appropriate for him to ask you for it outright. He didn’t want to make you feel like you had to do something purely for his own enjoyment, he wanted sex to be fun for you, not like some sort of chore meant for only his pleasure. 

“Baby, are you sure? I mean, there’s nothing I’d love more than to - Chist - I can’t even say it or else m’gonna fucking cum. Ya gotta tell me right now if this is whatcha want before I lose it honey, please,” Joel begged, already beginning to feel his resolve slip as he spread some of your slick to your ass. 

“Please Joel,” you keened, hips already jumping with pleasure as he slid three fingers back into the tight ring of muscle. 

“Okay darling, just be good and let daddy finish getting you ready, m’kay? If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right,” he soothed, getting a jerky nod from you in response. 

With your heady gaze upon him, Joel lowered himself so that he was face to face with your sopping cunt. He licked a broad stripe up your slit, groaning at the taste as he started to devour you. It was messy as he fucked his tongue in and out of your pussy, keeping it in time with the brutal strokes inside of your ass, and he could tell you loved it. His tongue tickled the inside of your walls, his strong nose bumping against your sensitive clit in a way that had you shaking against the mattress. Fingers slid into his hair, pulling at the curls with abandon as you reached the level of no return, which he took as a sign to slide in a final fourth finger. You gasped, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you panted, whining that you were close as Joel continued to tear pleasure from your core. 

“J-Joel, I’m - ha, ohmygod - m’close. So close, fuck,” you whimpered, heels digging into his back as you bucked up into his mouth.  

Joel didn’t say anything, instead he doubled down on the stronghold he had on your hips, continuing to reach parts of your body that had yet to be discovered as you barreled towards an end. A shrill cry fell from your lips, accompanied by a litany of colorful swears that would make a nun blush. He smiled against your folds as he felt your cunt clench around his tongue, bathing his face with juices as you came. He continued on, wringing out as much pleasure as he could until your body started to shake from overstimulation, and then he finally pulled away. 

“Fuck me Joel,” you laughed breathlessly, trying and failing to calm your racing heart as he carefully pulled his fingers out. 

“Oh, I intend to sweetheart,” Joel joked, reaching down to pump himself a few times before he draped himself over you. 

He slid his length back and forth a few times, collecting as much slick as he could to ease the potential sting of pushing himself inside. Luckily for Joel, you were drenched, meaning that he only had to make a few passes for his dick to be covered. He smoothed it all the way down his length, biting his lip at the feeling and praying he could hold out. When Joel was sufficiently soaked, he lined himself up with your tight hole, trying to control his breathing before he keeled over. But just as he was about to push in, you grabbed his face, forcing his gaze back towards you with shaking hands. 

“Be gentle please,” you whispered, eyes round with fear as you looked at him. 

Joel cooed and dropped down to his elbows, caging you in to quell your rising anxiety. You had once told him that he was like the perfect weighted blanket when he slept on top of you, and he had used that to his advantage ever since. The heat and pressure of Joel’s body overtop of yours seemed to cast off any bad thoughts every time, and he smiled as you soon melted back into the mattress. He brushed the hair from your eyes and placed a smattering of kisses all over your face, ending it with one last big smooch that made you giggle. 

“I’ll be gentle honey, I promise. The last thing I want to do is hurt ya,” he vowed, keeping his eyes on you as he lined up again, “Just tell me if you wanna stop and I will, no questions asked. M’gonna take care of ya sweet girl, I swear.” 

You nodded and bit your lip, giving Joel the green light that he needed to press against the ring of muscle with a bit more insistence. The head of his cock popped in, forcing a stuttered moan from his lips and a needy whine from yours. He stayed like that for a while, waiting for your body to relax until he pushed any further. It took a couple of deep breaths, with Joel whispering soft encouragements and rubbing your clit, but you slowly relaxed enough for him to push forward. He buried his cock inside, stretching you until the halfway mark caused a pained hiss to tumble from your slackened jaw. 

“Y’alright babygirl? Need me to pull out?,” Joel asked through heaving breaths.

Joel prayed that you would refuse so that he could continue to explore the incredible tightness surrounding his length. However, he also wanted you to like it as much as he did. If you hated it, Joel really didn’t see the point of trying. Sex for him was a two person act where the performers complimented one another with each practiced step. It was not an act where one of the performers ruthlessly dominated the other regardless of their own personal desires, it was an art that stemmed from mutual devotion. 

“Mmmm, d-don’t pull out, love it, love your cock, love you. I n-need uh, f-fuck, I need um,” you cut yourself off with a heart broken wail, too cockdrunk to answer any more questions. 

He cooed, “S’alright honey, I gotcha. Daddy knows just what you need, sweet girl.” 

Joel reached down to circle your clit once more, grinning at the way you let out a contented sigh and relaxed. He kept on like that as he worked his way in, rubbing quick little circles into your clit each time he felt you tense up, until he at last felt his hips meet the cradle of your own. With all of his throbbing length locked deep inside, being strangled by the heat that already had him biting at the scars on the insides of cheeks, he knew that he was well on his way towards what would be a devastating orgasm. But he shoved all of that away for now, focusing instead on stroking that throbbing bud at the apex of your thighs until he heard you call out his name. 

“Jooeeel fuck, please do something. I’m so - SHIT - so close already,” you admitted pitifully, lighting a fire under his ass that jump started his thrusts. 

The pace was gentle at first, careful strokes in and out so that Joel could get a feel for where your limits were. But when he felt you pull at the curls on the back of his head, a frustrated cry echoing throughout the room as you tried to weakly fuck yourself down on his length, he knew that he had to up the ante. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting down on the gland to quell your cries as he shoved two of his fingers into your neglected pussy. Joel moved his fingers in time with his thrusts, pressing his thumb down against your clit hard so that he could feel you clench around him. It made him hiss and moan, his cock throbbing against your tight walls as he drove into both of your holes even harder. 

“Yeah baby? Right there huh?,” Joel teased, picking up the pace a bit when another surge of slick bathed his fingers, dripping down to the crease of your ass to help ease the glide. 

A howl came from you when Joel lifted a leg onto his shoulder, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he slid even deeper than before. He swore, his breaths fanning out across your heated skin as he lost every bit of self control. He couldn’t help himself, especially not when your nails were tearing at his back as he slammed himself in and out. You were so tight, clenching down on his cock so hard when he slid a fourth finger inside of your sopping cunt that it almost hurt. 

“F-Full, m’so full, shi-it,” you squeaked, eyes glazed over as he pounded into you. 

“Course ya are darling, remember what I said after I started fucking this tight pussy? I told ya that I’d ruin you for anyone else. Did ya think I was joking?,” he reminded you, chuckling at your garbled sob when he brought your other leg up to rest on the opposite shoulder, “Aw baby, don’t cry. Look how well you take it, s’like every hole was meant for me.” 

“M-Meant for you, fuu-uck ngh, all for you,” you echoed, too out of it to do anything other than repeat his words back to him. 

Joel leaned forward, folding you in half so that your knees were almost up to your ears as he pressed his lips into yours. He chuckled at how uncoordinated it was, all tongue and teeth as he continued to pound into you at an unforgivable pace. It was only when he broke away, lifting himself from the bed so that he could get a better look at your trembling form, that he understood the extent of the damage. 

With your hair spread out against the pillows, you could have easily been mistaken for a fallen angel, like something out of a storybook about fairies and nymphs. The exception being the way Joel’s cock was thrusting in and out of your asshole, the skin around it taut with the enormity of the stretch. There was no way that he wouldn’t leave you gaping when he pulled out and the thought of that was enough to throw him off of his rhythm for a few thrusts before he got himself under control. Your pussy leaked steadily onto his cock, dripping down the heavy sack that thwapped against your backside with each thrust. 

The way you looked up at him; so full of love, lust, and devotion, almost made Joel pass out. He couldn’t figure out which was more tantalizing to look at, your overstretched holes or the way you bit your lip as you eye fucked him into another dimension. Either way, he was doomed, as he could feel himself barreling towards the end. 

“Christ darling, are you close? I - oh shit - that’s it baby, good fucking girl,” Joel grunted, his thrusts getting faster as your hips moved to greedily meet his each time. 

“Close, so close daddy. I need, I just need,” you huffed, fingernails digging into his shoulders until beads of blood ran down his back. 

“What? What d’ya need babygirl? My girl, my love, my - fuck mmpfh - tell me. Please, I need to - ungh, god - I need to know darling,” Joel hissed, the angry lines across his shoulders and back stinging so deliciously that he almost broke.  

“You.” 

And who was Joel to say no to such a flattering request? Butterflies erupted from his belly, only worsening the flames that licked at his spine as he leaned forward once more to claim your mouth with his. His pace never faltered, continuing to pound into your tight hole with all of his might while his fingers reached that spongy spot deep inside of your pussy that made it gush. 

Joel felt your walls begin to tighten up even more, your high pitched whimpers muffled against his lips as he tangled his tongue with yours. You were so close, but you needed one last push. So he pulled away, kissing down your neck with a mischievous grin. He halted at your chest and took one of your overly sensitive nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth for a few breaths before he sucked hard, launching you into an earth shattering release.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, FUCK! JOEL!,” you shrieked, bucking wildly as you gushed all over him. 

The force of your orgasm pushed his fingers from your core as you squirted, spraying so much slick that Joel kicked himself for not putting down a towel first. Nevertheless, he groaned as he felt your walls squeeze down on his cock with all their might, giving him no other option than to cum. He was careful not to shove his knot inside, overriding his pesky instincts in fear that the thick patch of skin at the base of his cock would tear you to pieces. Instead, he kept himself a few inches back, his chest heaving as a much needed release tore out of him. 

Joel’s vision went dark and he flopped down on top of you, groaning into your ear as he sprayed thick ropes of cum into your ass. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over the both of you, until your minds were emptied of everything except for the euphoria of being entangled with each other. Joel melted into your shaking form, uncaring of how heavy his body may be as he snuffled at your heaving breasts and scented along your bruised neck. 

The whimper Joel let out at the feeling of your fingers scratching at his scalp would have been embarrassing, had he not been so drunk off of you that he couldn’t even remember his own name. What was he supposed to do? Act tough? How was he supposed to do that when it took him nearly a whole three minutes to be able to see straight again? 

“Are you okay babe?,” you asked gruffly, voice still scratchy from the way you had sucked him into a frenzied state and then screamed in pleasure as he fucked you. 

Joel let out a breathy laugh, “Pretty sure that’s my line darling.” 

The giggle you gave forced Joel to pop his head up off your chest, just in time for him to catch the tail end of it with his heart filled eyes. He knew he should start cleaning up, perhaps even run another bath for you to ease any potential aches he may have caused, but he stayed still. He didn’t move to pull his cock out, too enamored with the way you smiled at him and how beautiful you looked in the post orgasmic haze that had settled over the quiet room. 

“Just figured I’d ask if you were okay considering the fact that you nearly had a stroke when I asked you to fuck me in the ass. You can’t fault me for making sure my old man doesn’t keel over anytime soon,” you joked, eyes twinkling with playfulness as you poked at his sides.

“Old man? Keel over?!,” he guffawed, “S’that right darling?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, but it’s okay. I think it’s very hot that you’re so much more experienced. It’s like you’re my teacher, the sexy kind.” 

Joel chuckled and shook his head, ignoring your quip so he could give you another, more meaningful kiss this time. As he allowed his lips to speak for him, pouring every loving compliment and faithful promise he had for you into the act, he slowly pulled his cock free. A small noise of protest was muffled against his mouth, but he worked his magic, slipping his tongue into the mix to distract you from the discomfort that came with his absence. When he was out, he pulled away and looked down, greedily taking in your gaping holes so that he could savor the moment, keeping the sight of you all fucked out locked away somewhere in his brain for a rainy day. 

“That is fucking sinful baby, fuck. I can’t believe how fucking gorgeous you look like this, I’m the luckiest man alive,” Joel praised, watching as a thick glob of cum slid from your asshole, all the way down to ruined sheets below. 

“Was it everything you dreamed of?,” you jested. 

The way you asked the question made it seem like a joke but Joel could sense a hint of self consciousness, as if you hadn’t just rocked his world and once again secured your place as the lead role of his wet dreams for the rest of his life. He was at a loss for words, unable to comprehend why you would think he would do anything other than grovel at your feet for all of eternity after you had let him do something so intimate. Nonetheless, he also knew how you often looked down on yourself. If there was one thing Joel hated, it was how kind you were to everyone except yourself, and he refused to let that ruin this perfect moment. 

“My girl, my sweet girl, of course it was. Felt so good,” Joel promised, pressing another kiss to your mouth to reinforce his words, “And fuck honey, you were so fucking sexy. I didn’t even know where to look, it was all so hot. You were like every fantasy I’ve ever had, come to life.” 

“Really?,” you gasped, the hopefulness in your expression making his heart sing. 

“Well baby, I only ever fantasize about you when I’m alone, so yeah. Everytime I’ve thought about fucking someone in the ass, it’s been your asshole I’ve dreamed about,” he joked. 

You cackled, “Okay, but why do I find that incredibly romantic?”

The ridiculousness of the statement was not lost on him, but it forced a round of raucous laughter from the both of you that echoed throughout the house. Joel laughed until his belly ached and his eyes were filled with tears, until he was sure he was going to be sick if he didn’t stop. After a few failed attempts, he finally calmed down and wiped the tears from his damp cheeks. When his face was free of tears, he gazed upon you, his soul ablaze with adoration at the dopey grin you sent his way. 

“And you honey? What did ya think? Was I too rough?,” Joel asked, almost nervous to hear your answer. 

Although Joel had been gentle at the beginning, he hadn’t been able to keep it together for very long. How could he? This was something so new for the both of you, so raunchy and erotic and loving all at once, that he was surprised he had lasted long enough to put it in. There were multiple points where he was sure he was going to explode, to ruin the moment with a premature orgasm splattered all over his hairy belly. But luckily, he had been able to hold off long enough to make you cum. However, Joel was no spring chicken, which meant that he also knew that cumming did not necessarily mean complete satisfaction. 

“I fucking loved it Joel,” you admitted, soothing his worries with a toothy grin, “I’ve never wanted to try that like… at all, but I don’t know babe. You just bring out the freaky side in me I guess. We should do that again sometime, or maybe I could do it to you.” 

Joel’s eyes widened at that, his mouth falling open in shock. One or two fingers was one thing, but the thought of you strapped up and fucking him in the ass was something else entirely. There were some logistics that would have to be worked out if you were being serious. Like, where the hell would he find a sex toy in a post-outbreak world? With all of the sleazy sex shops closed for good, it would likely take some time to find the right tools. Still, Joel was surprised at how intrigued he was, like all of his years of being strictly a giver suddenly meant nothing to him. His cock gave his interest away immediately, twitching hard against your thigh in response to the lewd offer. 

“Oh babe, he liked that hm?,” you teased, dousing the fire that had already begun to stir again with pure gasoline. 

“Fuck darling, don’t start,” he groaned, trying to keep his head straight so that he could focus on cleaning you up. 

Although Joel would love nothing more than to fuck you until the sun was high in the sky, he had to be realistic. There were two small humans that would need to be picked up in the morning and they never seemed to give a shit about how much sleep their parents had gotten the night before. The thought of having to deal with the twins after a sleepless night made him feel nauseous and he couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be for the woman who had to feed them. 

Nevertheless, when you reached down and roughly squeezed his still sensitive cock, circling the tip of it with your thumb, Joel’s resolve broke. Without another word, he lifted you from the bed, muttering curses under his breath as he carried you back towards the bathroom. 

“What are you doing?,” you laughed. 

“Gotta clean ya up again honey, then m’gonna fuck ya until you’re too exhausted to be such a fucking tease,” Joel grumbled, unleashing a harsh slap against your already bruised cheeks that had you keening into his ear. 

The laugh you let out when you caught your breath was weaker than the last, but it made it clear to Joel that he had his work cut out for him if he wanted to get a wink of sleep that night. 

“All I’m hearing is that you really want me to peg you babe and if that’s the case, I’m game. We’ll just have to figure out what to use I guess,” you sighed in fake contemplation. 

Joel rolled his eyes, “Oh believe me babygirl, we’re saving that for another day. But right now, I gotta remind you again why you don’t tease daddy. Seems like you didn’t pay too much attention the first time around.” 

With that Joel walked straight into the shower, ignoring how long it took for the water to heat up as he sheltered your body from the freezing pellets and pinned you to the wall. He bit at your neck and chest, already fully hard from your words alone. Maybe it would take him all night to fuck the attitude out of you, but as he felt your teeth dig into his shoulder and your fingers yank at his curls, he couldn’t remember why that had been a bad thing to begin with. 

The love marks that were scattered across your body tripled that night, with each round proving to be more devastating than the last. It was only when you had tearfully begged him to stop after your tenth orgasm, pussy clenching painfully hard around the knot that he had mindlessly slammed inside, that he had finally relented.  

Afterwards, Joel cleaned the cum sticking to the insides of your thighs and cooed at your soft whines of protest. In the comfort of the quiet room, he let himself give in to your all-encompassing presence. Sure, there would be questions about the missing men that were slated for trial in a few hours and sure, the fingers would likely be pointed at him, but he didn’t care. 

In that moment, all Joel cared about was holding you close, tangling his limbs with yours as he drifted off. The last thing he thought of before he let the abyss take him was the endless tomorrows that stretched out in front of him and how the future he had once dreamed of was well within his reach. With that comforting realization, Joel let himself go, snuggling closer to his favorite person as he finally allowed himself to rest. 

- You - 

The pounding was relentless, pulling you from the strangest of dreams where Ellis and Alba had suddenly grown into adults who no longer knew who you were. It had been quite jarring. When you had tearfully informed them that you were their mother, they had acted as if it meant nothing to them, like they had never known your love for them. It was an uncomfortable thought and it had you groggy as you lifted yourself from Joel’s chest so that you could look around, trying to pinpoint the noise that was growing steadily in volume with each passing moment. A familiar voice began to accompany the knocks, breaking you from the dream induced daze you were in, and you suddenly realized what was happening. 

“Joel, Joel wake up,” you hissed, shaking his shoulders until he groaned and blinked up at you.  

“Fucking hell baby, what?,” Joel asked in an exasperated tone, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he did. 

Another flurry of knocks to the front door answered him and you watched as the realization dawned upon him as well. Joel sat up from his place in the bed, sighing as he swung his legs over the side of it and stood up. Wringing your hands nervously, you followed close behind, mirroring his movements as he dressed in a pair of jeans and his rust colored henley. When you were done, you hovered as he put on his socks, too nervous to say anything or even breathe. 

“Hey now sweet girl, c’mere,” Joel cooed when he noticed you waiting for him by the door, biting your bottom lip so hard that blood dripped onto your chin. 

With the shakiest of limbs, you heeded his request, ignoring the way Tommy’s bellowing cut through the thick wood of the front door. When you reached him, Joel cupped your face and kissed you once, knocking his forehead against yours gently in an attempt to calm you down. 

Usually, such a simple gesture would have eased all of the stress from your strained muscles, but not this time. As you stood before him, dripping with a cold sweat and aggravated beyond belief, you felt like you were about to explode. It was as if someone had lit up all the nerve endings in your body and every touch from him only made them burn brighter. 

Something was wrong. You could feel it in the way your legs shook not from anxiety, but from a neediness that hailed from somewhere deep within. However, recognizing the symptoms of an ailment did not mean that you could reasonably determine the cause, and you were left wondering what the hell was happening as the youngest Miller beat your door down. 

“S’alright honey, I know this is gonna be scary for ya, but just remember that they don’t know anything. All they have is a burnt down barn and two suspects who weren’t seen by anyone in town. We just gotta stay quiet and stick to the story,” Joel reminded you. 

“Okay,” you whispered, “What’s the story though?”

He shrugged, “That we don’t know jackshit.” 

Joel placed one last kiss to your forehead before he opened the bedroom door, holding his hand out for you to take as he drifted into the hallway. He was so at ease with the situation that it only made you more nervous, like all of his nerves from the previous night had been transferred onto you and subsequently cranked to a thousand. You were slightly embarrassed at the state of you, especially since you weren’t exactly sure what was wrong. Sweat poured down your face and drenched your shirt, until the fabric was glued to your back. The muscles between your hips were clenched so tightly that they felt like they might tear apart if the pressure wasn’t released soon, but Joel was none the wiser. If anything, he only seemed more sure of himself, like he was thriving off of your sudden descent into madness. 

“Wait,” you called out when Joel reached the door, halting him in his tracks and forcing him to turn to face you. 

Despite the circumstance, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty your mate was with all of his best features lit up perfectly by the morning sun. Normally, a thought like that would have turned you into a sappy mess, but all you could feel was a burning desire. It was the type of desire that was slowly turning you into an absolute maniac when you needed to be cool. Trying to get it together, you shook yourself out of the haze, taking a breath so that you could say what you needed to say to him without begging him to fuck you right then and there. 

“I love you Joel, remember that and don’t forget about the twins, okay? They need their dad, so don’t go letting your temper get the best of you when they come in and start asking questions. We need to be smart about this,” you reminded him. 

He nodded, “I know honey, I’ve got this, don't you worry.” 

You should have left it at that gentle reminder, but the darkness had taken control, forcing you to grab his hand and squeeze it hard as you continued. 

“They can’t have you Joel, I won’t let them. I will tear out all of their throats with my bare hands if they try to take you from us. You are mine, not theirs,” you seethed. 

Joel cocked his head, his eyes running up and down your body with renewed interest. It lit your core on fire and your knees shook from his undivided attention. Craving Joel’s attention was nothing new, in fact you spent most of your days looking forward to the moment that his loving gaze fell upon you once more, but this felt different. That morning, it felt like you might die if he looked away from you, like you would walk across a pit of hot coals just to get him to glance in your direction. 

“Are you alright honey?,” Joel asked carefully, reaching forward to place the back of his hand against your sweaty forehead. 

Whatever Joel found, it made him grimace, but he quickly wiped the displeasure from his face away before you could react to it. Were you alright? That was the million dollar question. With an unenthusiastic shrug, you nodded, unsure of what it was he wanted you to say. Of course you weren’t alright, there were people in Jackson that were now sticking their noses where they didn’t belong. But aside from that glaring fact, you supposed that everything else was fine. There was no reason for it not to be. 

“Okay uh, I love you baby. Just stay close to me, okay? Might make this a bit easier for ya considering that you’re um… Yeah, anyways,” Joel cut himself off, turning back towards the door so that he could unlatch it. 

Before you had the chance to ask him what it was he was going to say, the door was thrown open, revealing the faces of more people than you had originally expected. Tommy and Maria were at the forefront of the group, but they had come with almost ten other souls trailing behind. Out of all of the faces that were amongst the crowd, the only other one you recognized was Cooper’s, who looked at you with thinly veiled pity and remorse. You wanted to ask him why he was gazing upon you with such compassion but you couldn’t, as Maria had already started talking. 

“Joel, we’re here to bring you in for some questioning. Could you please follow us downtown?,” Maria asked, her tone giving absolutely nothing away. 

“Questioning? About what?,” Joel shot back, causing her to suck her teeth while Tommy cussed and kicked the dirt beside her. 

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about Joel but sure, let’s play pretend,” she jested, her voice laden with sarcasm, “Last night someone took two men, the same ones who abducted YOUR mate, from their cells. This morning, a patrol found a barn burned to the ground a few miles out with nothing left behind except some half smoked cigarettes and two burnt up bodies.” 

He shrugged, “Damn, that’s crazy, but I don’t know nothing about that shit.” 

With a sigh, Maria nodded to the people behind her and two of them came forward, yanking Joel from his place at your side so that they could drag him down the driveway. A storm brewed inside as you watched the situation unfold, one that you had not felt for some time, not even the night before when you had killed those two assholes. It was a dangerous feeling that you had first come to know when Joel had been taken by Paul’s men, one that you had used to sustain yourself during the dark period without him. And it had been revived once more, causing you to sprint towards the man closest to you to attack him with a flurry of scratches and bites. 

“Shit, what the hell?! Maria! Tommy! Jesus Christ, someone get this bitch off of me,” the man shouted, your fingernails scraping against his cornea in response. 

“NO!,” Joel roared and you heard a scuffle from somewhere behind you. 

Tommy pried you off of the stranger, his arms wrapped carefully around your midsection like he was trying his best not to harm you as he did. It was a kind gesture, especially with the countless punches you sent his way in response. Hissing threats and spitting at the large group, you fought back with every bit of strength you possessed. They would not take Joel from you like this, you wouldn’t allow it. At that moment, every fiber of your being screamed for his presence to remain at your side. An unsettling kind of desperation settled inside, fiercely calling out for him like he was the answer to all of the world’s problems. 

“I wil fucking kill you if you hurt him, do you hear me?! He is MINE! My alpha, my mate, not yours! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” you screeched, growling at Tommy for restraining you, along with everyone else for being involved. 

“Are y’all fucking stupid? Look at her! She’s not gonna stop in the state she’s in, so you might as well let her go,” Joel argued, though when you tried to look for him in the crowd you could barely see him through the haze that clouded your vision. 

It was as if a film had settled over your eyes, shrouding your surroundings so that all you could focus on was Joel’s whereabouts. And at that moment, with him not placed directly in front of you, it was impossible to see anything. All you knew for sure was that he was not where he was supposed to be. A broken whine tumbled from your lips at that realization, which was answered by the infuriated growl of your mate who was restrained somewhere near the end of the driveway. Tears dripped down your face, a broken sob filling the air as you cried out for Joel. 

“Ew, what the fuck?,” Tommy groaned, gagging at how aggressively your scent was being pumped into the open air, your hormones working overtime to alert Joel of the discomfort you were feeling. 

“Let her go to him,” Maria relented, seemingly exhausted by the display in front of her already. 

After being unceremoniously dropped to the ground by the beta, you blindly scampered off in search of your alpha, going off of instinct alone to reach him. The second you found him, you felt a weight roll off your shoulders and the film over your eyes dissipated, leaving you with the most radiant sight of the man you loved. Joel’s nostrils flared as he looked down at you, his arms still restrained by the two men while his pupils grew larger by the second. He looked about as crazy as you felt and you answered his insanity with a tight hug, whimpering his name as you wrapped your arms around his soft midsection. 

A conversation was had behind you, one where all parties seemed as exasperated as they were pissed off. Joel allowed you to scent him as they debated, the only sign that he noticed your doting being when you suddenly chomped down on his gland. He hissed and shot you a look of warning, which you answered by cheekily laving your tongue over the indent you had left. It was meant to soothe the sting, but you couldn’t help the moan you let out as the taste of his delicious scent graced your tongue. For some reason, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed at the public display of affection. The fire in your veins made it impossible for you to think about anything else except for him. 

“Well we can’t leave her here all alone. Look at them, they’ll both go fucking nuts! At this rate, we’re lucky if we get an hour of questioning in before it hits. Why don’t we just make do and stay here? S’not like either of them would make it very far,” Tommy argued, with a mix of murmured agreements and disagreements coming from all sides. 

“We could just say fuck it and let them both deal with it themselves. I mean, come on guys, who cares about a silly little heat? She could just go find some other alpha to keep her happy. And he’ll be locked up so the rut isn’t really an issue, is it?,” someone protested. 

“It’d be cruel to keep them apart,” Cooper responded softly.

When all the eyes turned towards him, you turned your head just in time to see him visibly shrink under the weight of their stares. A vibrant flush broke out along the tops of Cooper’s ears and you suddenly wished that your brain was functioning properly so that you could come to his defense. However, luckily for your best friend's introverted husband, Maria came to the rescue. 

“Mikey, that’s not how we do things. They are mates, which means she’s not going to want another alpha to, as you say, ‘keep her happy’. There’s no need to cause undue stress on an omega during such a vulnerable time,” Maria said, putting the matter to bed in an instant.

“She stays with me,” Joel declared abruptly, causing the rest of the group to face him. 

A beat of silence passed, one that made you so uneasy that you whined Joel’s name into his neck, wordlessly begging him to save you from a situation that you couldn’t fully wrap your brain around. The terror you felt at the thought of him being out of reach grew with each passing second, until you were practically hyperventilating as your fingernails scrabbled at his burly chest, like you were trying to carve out a space for yourself inside of him. 

“Easy there, pretty girl. I know you're feelin’ a bit antsy, but m’here” he murmured, turning his face so that he could speak directly into your ear, “I need you to take some deep breaths for me, okay? Everything is gonna be just fine honey, but ya gotta breathe.”

“But Joel -” 

“But nothing,” Joel snapped, his soft voice shifting into an authoritative snarl, “I need you to breathe omega. Take two deep breaths for me right now.” 

The command spoke to your soul, shutting off any higher thinking and leaving you with nothing but the desire to fulfill the request of your mate. While you tuned out the conversation behind you, gulping down the oxygen you had been unknowingly withholding, you focused on his proximity. Having Joel this close to you was nothing new, but in that moment it was like a shot of oxytocin straight to the heart, pumping throughout your body with every heavy thump. Despite the crowd, you wanted nothing more than to climb him like a tree and grind your hips down onto his cock until he fucked you, but you knew he’d just command you to behave. Until the group departed, you’d just have to settle on scenting him and whining in his ear. 

“Okay, we’ll do that then and it’ll just,” Maria sighed and shook her head, “It’ll have to do. We can figure out the rest if we need to later. For now, let him go guys. I really don’t want to see what happens if we don’t.” 

The second Joel was released, you felt his strong arms surrounding you, crushing you to his chest so hard that it left you breathless. Another cry came from your lips, except this one was out of relief rather than despair. His embrace was exactly what you needed to soothe the deep ache that had started between your legs and you clung to him fervently. However, the longer you stayed glued to Joel, the hotter you became, until the front of his jeans and henley were drenched in your sweat. 

You tried to remind yourself that there had been other instances where you had felt this way, instances that you had survived. Pushing through the fog that had settled over your mind, you scrolled through your memories, recalling the days spent locked inside of your childhood bedroom, crying out for a cure that would never come. Only once in your life had the prayers for reprieve been answered, when a ruggedly handsome alpha had found you in his bed, whimpering his name and humping his dirty clothes with abandon. That alpha had been merciful, soothing the deep ache with his powerful thrusts until it finally faded away. 

It was that specific memory that flipped a switch in your brain, forcing you to finally realize what was happening. The reality of the situation hit you square in the face, terror taking over as you silently begged any higher power that would listen to halt the progression of the heat that gathered in your core. This couldn’t be happening, it was too soon since having the twins. The doctor had given you a vague timeline at your last checkup, assuring you that although it was possible for omegas to start having heats again as soon as the second month after giving birth, most went heat-free until at least the fourth. With your breasts still swollen and your midsection finally free from the post-birth bloating, you tried not to cry. How could mother nature betray you so soon?

“Alpha,” you mewled, knees violently shaking with fear. 

“Hush now darling, s’okay, I gotcha. I ain’t going nowhere baby, I promise. We’re just gonna go inside and talk to these nice people in the living room, m’kay? Nothing is gonna happen to you omega, you’re safe with me,” Joel murmured, pressing his face into your skin to cover you in his scent. 

“No, no, no, no,” you sobbed, “Don’t want any strangers inside, just want you.” 

A grunt left his mouth when you suddenly leaped from the ground, climbing him so that you could hang off his neck like a monkey. Joel groaned in frustration but allowed it, wrapping your legs around his waist so that he could comfortably carry you around. The eyes on you two were abundant, especially since Joel was not typically known for any great displays of affection. Sure, he would hold your hand while strolling through the streets or press a chaste kiss to your cheek when you brought him lunch, but allowing you to wrap yourself around him like a python was new. Too embarrassed to look back at the plethora of Jackson residents that gawked at the display, you buried your flushed face into his chest and tried to focus on his comforting scent. 

“We should probably uh… Get on with it, or at least do them the decency of getting ‘em off the street. The looky-loos don’t need to be seeing this,” Tommy murmured to his mate. 

“I agree,” was all she said back to him. 

Joel sighed in relief, and although your brain was having trouble keeping up with the situation, his slight change in demeanor comforted you beyond belief. 

“Tommy and I will deal with this alone. The rest of you can go back to your posts. Even if something comes of this, I don’t think we’ll be able to do anything about it today, not until this passes at the very least,” Maria called to the crowd. 

With that, you heard them disperse, looking up only to catch a glimpse of Cooper staring hard at you clinging to Joel. It threw you off guard, as the alpha usually avoided eye contact with everyone other than Jake or his two daughters, but he was undeterred. His unwavering gaze didn’t scare you, nor did it feel pervasive in any way. Instead, it felt like he was simply trying to gauge your wellness, like he was trying to figure out a way that he could help the girl he had known since his twisted childhood. Although it was extremely confusing, as you couldn’t understand why he would feel such loyalty towards you when Jake was nowhere to be found, it was oddly comforting. After another few seconds of the impromptu staring contest, Cooper nodded, mouthing don’t worry at you before he turned to leave with the rest of the group. 

Confused by Cooper’s silent promise, you elected to ignore it and buried yourself back into Joel’s chest as he carried you inside to escape any of the crowd’s lingering stares. The second his feet crossed the threshold, a sense of peace washed over you, the home blanketing you in security despite the conversation that needed to be had. It was as if the home the two of you had built was a fortress, keeping you safe from any dangers, even if there were currently dangers following you inside. 

Joel veered off into the living room, whispering a soft plea for you to unwrap your legs so that he could sit semi-decently on the couch. It took a few tries, with you too stubborn to allow him such a luxury, but you eventually relented after another strict command hissed into your ear. He placed you on the cushion beside him, throwing himself down with a frustrated huff. 

Looking down, you could plainly see what was frustrating Joel. A prominent bulge stuck out from his lap, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans with so much force that the first few metal teeth had come unzipped completely on their own. The tight squeeze had to be torturous for him, just as the drenched gusset of your panties were for you, but thankfully you were both cognitive enough to ignore the pain for now. For the time being, you soothed the sting by climbing into his lap, forcing him to hold you close rather than dutifully keeping the distance. 

“If you’re gonna sit like that, you gotta be good f’me babygirl,” Joel whispered in your ear, easing you off of the hard lump in his pants so that you could sit in between his legs. 

Based on the way Joel’s cock was fully erect and poking at your back, you knew that this was not a request, but an order from your alpha. With his little brother and sister in law in the room, the last thing he needed was you grinding up against him like a depraved whore. It was inappropriate, not to mention it would inevitably lead to his pesky instincts taking over, leaving him no other choice than to stake his claim over you regardless of the company. 

The thought of Joel slamming into you in front of a crowd was nerve racking, although it did send a thrill down your spine that ended with a sharp throb between your legs, but you shook it off. Now was not the time to test out an exhibition kink, now was time to sit silently and feign innocence. Which was why you nodded in agreement to Joel’s words, pulling his arms around you in an attempt to quell some of the heat induced mania. It didn’t work of course, but being surrounded by him at least made you feel a bit less vulnerable. 

“Talk,” Joel grunted, sending a shiver down your spine despite the fact that the command was not for you. 

Tommy scratched the back of his head, looking like he was ready to run out of the house screaming the second he saw his brother do something even remotely sexual in front of him. Even Maria, with all of her usual professionalism and unquestionable leadership skills, looked a bit green around the gills to be sitting across from mates who were about to dive headfirst into days of ravenous need. Nevertheless, she kept her cool, clearing her throat before she dove headfirst into the issue. 

“Look, how about we cut the crap? I don’t want to be here and this HAS to be uncomfortable for you two as well. Why don’t you just tell me what the fuck happened last night so that we can leave you to it for a couple of days, sound good?,” Maria bartered. 

“I already told ya, I don’t know anything about that. Last night we had a nice dinner, took a walk around town, then we came back and hit the hay. We’ve got two kids y’all, we’re fucking exhausted. So whatever happened, it don’t got nothing to do with us,” Joel reiterated. 

“Joel, we know that it was you. Who else would it fucking be?,” Tommy sighed, shaking his head at his brother’s excuse, “I just don’t get it. I mean, you just said it, you have two kids, so why the hell would you go after them? Especially when we already said that we would deal with it! What the fuck are we supposed to do now? You broke the goddamn rules, AGAIN!”  

Joel stayed silent, preferring to quietly glare at his brother for mentioning his children. You didn’t blame him, hearing the twins being brought up in the conversation had alarm bells going off in your head as well. The less refined part of your mind was in complete control at that moment, the effects of your heat mixing dangerously with your motherly instincts and slowly turning you into a beast. Joel must have sensed it, as he suddenly squeezed you back against his chest,using the warmth that radiated off of him to soothe your growing discontent. It worked, kind of, but it couldn’t stop the words that tumbled from your lips. 

“How do you know it was Joel? Maybe it was me,” you sassed, causing all eyes to turn towards you. 

The two betas looked at each other, then back at you, both of their reactions wildly different from the other. Tommy looked resigned, almost as if he had already guessed it was you that had been the culprit rather than Joel. That made you want to laugh, as you remembered how Joel had once confided that his brother found you particularly terrifying. Perhaps that could finally work in your favor. Meanwhile, Maria gazed upon you with interest, not completely accepting or rejecting the idea of your culpability. 

“If that were the case, I would say that it is a crime to murder another Jackson resident, even if they were already slated for execution. And I would also remind you before making that sort of confession, that you have two pups who haven’t been weaned yet,” Maria pointed out. 

Anger flared up inside of you, the smoke practically pouring from your ears at her words. Logically, you knew that Maria was just trying to be helpful, as two pups being torn from their mother while they were in need of breastmilk was no small thing. But wetnurses existed for a reason, which made her argument null and void. Given Maria’s previous distaste for your mate, all you could hear was that your life was worth more to her than Joel’s, that the jury was already out on him despite the lack of evidence. 

“So what? The pups can’t survive without their mom but they’ll be perfectly fine without their dad? Because I can tell you from personal experience, that’s not true. Do you really think I could do this without Joel? That I would even want to?,” you spat. 

“Well, I think -”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you think. What Ellis and Alba need is both of us, not one or the other. And don’t kid yourself Maria, we all know you’re only accusing him because of the fucking grudge you have,” you hissed through a clenched jaw. 

Tommy jumped in, “Okay! How about we all take a deep breath before this gets out of control. I know we are all heated, but that’s not exactly what Maria was sayin -”

“If you touch him, mark my fucking words Maria; I will burn Jackson to the ground with every resident still inside. You’re gonna wish that you had found me guilty instead,” you cut in, hauling yourself up on shaky limbs to stalk towards the two betas like some sort of rabid dog. 

Before you could reach your target, Joel yanked you back towards the couch, easily wrangling you in between his legs despite your attempts to escape him. A frustrated groan bubbled up from your chest, one that was quieted by the feeling of him caging you in once more. An image flashed through your mind as you were forced to sit back, one that included you beating the shit out of the both of them for threatening your family in this way, but you shook it off. There wasn’t any truth to the enticing image, as the last thing you wanted to do was harm your own family. It was the heat talking, begging to be quelled by any means necessary; be it by Joel’s veiny cock or the blood of those who sought to harm him. 

“Stay calm for me darling, s’okay, we’re okay. They ain’t gonna do nothing,” he cooed, rubbing every part of your body that was appropriate for him to touch in front of guests. 

You wriggled in his hold, whining at Joel’s steady hands as you tried to free yourself. After a few more weak shoves and harmless elbow jabs, it was clear that you had lost the battle, leaving you with no other choice but to surrender to his hold. 

“I mean it,” you growled before you finally relented, staring directly at Maria as you said it. 

Joel sighed, “They heard ya the first time baby, now relax. Y’need to cut it out so we can get through this. Just be good f’me and stop with the threats, okay?” 

Another loud whine of protest came from you, but you nodded. Sitting back against Joel, you looked at the two visitors through wary eyes, giving off an air of contempt despite their overly cheery attempts at keeping the situation pleasant. They were betas, they had no idea what going through a heat or a rut was like, which meant they had no clue how jarring it was to have anyone other than your mate in the room while it was roaring to life. If they did, they’d be halfway across town by now. Instead they sat across from the two of you, wrinkling their noses as your scents permeated the air and mixed together to create an overbearing aroma. 

“Well, I appreciate your… candor, but this has nothing to do with my past grievances with Joel. I’m here because there are two bodies that have been found and the only possible culprits seem to be one of you. If you want to take responsibility for it, I’m all ears, but until then I’ll assume it’s the guy who already has a long ass history of violence,” Maria deadpanned. 

That made you soften a bit, as you were reminded that she was not the same as the other leaders you had the pleasure of treating with over the years. She was fair, it was you who had made a snap judgment on her. 

“Now, people in town are going to have questions. They expected a fair trial and all they got was ash,” she said, sounding exhausted by the mere thought of it, “I need to be able to tell them something better than just a ‘I don’t know anything about that.’ So how about you try again?”

“Well, I don’t know what it is you want me to say though. How about you tell me the magic words to getcha both out of my hair?,” Joel grouched. 

Tommy threw his hands up in the air, laughing in disbelief at his older brother’s coarse words. What your mate seemed to be missing was that she was giving him an out, granting him the luxury of innocence if he could simply think of a better story, one that the locals that despised him would actually accept.  

“Joel, use your fucking head. You know how many people hate your guts in this town. How would it look if we just let ya go? What does that say about justice in Jackson? Unless you can give us a better response, they’re gonna demand we hang your ass for this,” Tommy explained. 

Another silence followed, one that had you reeling. Joel had clearly been the main suspect for Maria and the rest of the residents, while Tommy had obviously assumed the guilty party to be you. What story could he possibly come up with to cover it up? Where did Joel’s reputation of being a menace to society leave him in terms of passing the buck? Nowhere, which meant you had only one choice if you wanted him saved from the noose. 

“And if I did confess to doing it, what would happen to Joel? What would happen to my pups? Would they be able to stay here without me? Would you keep them safe?,” you rushed out, wanting to get it out before Joel intervened. 

“Now, hang on a minute honey I ain’t - ” 

Maria cut in, “They would be free to stay and we would keep them safe. But like I said before, the story is what matters here. Joel and the twins would be welcome here if the worst came to pass, but I’m not sure you understand what it is I’m trying to say.” 

Joel pulled you back by the shoulders, a crazed look in his eye as he studied you. But you were uncharacteristically calm, a sense of peace drowning out your raging heat for just a moment. There wasn’t going to be another excuse as good as the vengeful mother. Whereas they would undoubtedly hang Joel for murder, it was more likely that they would exile you; the overly emotional omega who had been threatened as she went into labor. 

Although you would be doomed to a harsh life beyond the walls, ducking fates worse than death at every turn, your pups would be safe with their father. Joel could raise the twins, he’d already raised a kid all by himself once before with Sarah. They would fare better with him and your kids would ultimately be, above all else, safe within Jackson’s walls. It didn’t matter that they would never know their mother’s face or how much you loved them, nor did it matter that your heart was being shredded to pieces at the thought of leaving them behind, all that mattered at the end of the day was their safety. 

Afterall, what is motherhood if not putting your children first? Your own mother had forgotten that too many times to count, but you refused to do the same. 

“Baby, what the hell do you think you’re doing?! Y’cant just fucking leave me here alone, I won’t let you. If you leave me, I’ll come after ya and drag you back to Jackson if it’s the last thing I fucking do,” Joel promised, his vow bringing a tear to your eye. 

“No, you won’t,” you smiled sadly, “Our pups need their dad and I know you wouldn’t leave them here all alone Joel, it’s not who you are.” 

“What?!,” he cried out as his puppy dog eyes started to shine with a line of unshed tears, “Sweetheart, they need their fucking mom too, and I can’t do this without you. I-I won’t! Please baby, please stop this.”  

“If Jackson fell tomorrow, who do you think they’d be safer with? Me or you?,” you shot back, cocking your eyebrow at him, “Who can easily throw two kids over their shoulder and run for it? Because it’s not me. We need to be realistic here Joel, these are our pups we’re talking about.”

Joel’s mouth opened and closed as he worked on a response to that, but you had already turned back towards Maria. Perhaps he thought that you were being selfish, that giving in so easily and allowing them to oust you from the community was a cop out, but you didn’t think so. Growing up, your bleeding heart had been torn to pieces each day, as the adults meant to protect you had prioritized everything else over their sacred duty.  Their flagrant disregard had broken your heart over and over again, leaving you with a deep seeded belief that you were not worthy of love. 

That belief had eventually been disproved by Joel, after twenty five years of suffering on this unforgiving earth, but that didn’t mean you were completely cured. Its roots were still hidden inside, twisting your sense of self at every turn and making it nearly impossible to truly appreciate yourself in your lowest moments. It was Joel that brought you back down to earth, who made you feel like you were a vessel for all things good and beautiful. How could you possibly deprive Ellis and Alba of such a man? You couldn’t. From the second their presence had become known, you had vowed that they would always come first, even if it meant that you would have to suffer for it. 

“Fine, if you’ll take care of my family then I’ll tell you everything. I d-” 

“I DID IT!,” came from the foyer, sending a shockwave through the room from the sheer volume alone. 

There in the entranceway stood your mother, flanked by your best friend and his mate who were burdened with a clueless toddler and three thankfully sleeping pups in their arms. You watched as the tiny woman you had once feared marched forward, coming to full stop in front of the two betas with a determined look upon her face. 

“I did it, I went to your house for dinner that night and stole Tommy’s keys. Then, when the coast was clear, I took the two men out beyond the walls and killed them both. To cover it up, I burned down the barn and then I came back to Jackson before anyone could notice,” she stated. 

The balls she had to confess to a crime that she most certainly did not do had you stunned into silence. Dizzied by her actions, you were shocked to gaze upon a version of her you had thought to be dead for many years. This version of her was strong, undeterred by their authoritative stances as she proudly proclaimed her guilt to the entire room. A faint memory came to mind as you gawked at her, one that you hadn’t realized remained until that very moment. 

In the final months of your grandmother’s life, there had been a few times where your father had been too busy with his dying mother to be the stay at home dad he usually was. With kindergarten a whole summer away, your parents were left with no other choice than to send you into work with your mother. After being soothed by an armful of treats from the courthouse vending machine, you had sat silently behind her, chowing down on a heap of chocolate as she led the prosecution. Amazed by her calculated demeanor, you hadn’t even fussed once your snacks had vanished, too preoccupied with the way she cut through the defense so easily. 

At times, your mother was an incredibly impressive woman and omega. She had been the sole breadwinner in your house before the outbreak, as well as the only omega in a firm of highly paid corporate lawyers. Even after the world had come to a grinding halt, she had somehow managed to keep her only daughter alive against all odds for years before she stumbled upon Josiah’s community. That in itself deserved recognition. At times, she was the most shrewd and collected person in the room, but at that moment all you could think was that she was being incredibly stupid. 

“Mom, you don’t have t -”

“Do not interrupt your mother when she is speaking, it is rude and I have taught you better than that,” she snapped, the small glimpse of her former self silencing any further protest from you. 

“With all due respect ma’am, I don’t see how you could’ve possibly carried those two guys out of here on your own. You’re about a stone throw away from five foot nothing, and those guys were both well over six feet,” Tommy sighed, pinching his nose in frustration. 

“That’s because I helped her,” another voice said, this one more surprising than the last. 

If asked who you thought would have come to your defense first, aside from Joel, you would have assumed Jake. However, it was surprisingly Cooper who had piped up. Looking over at the man, he was more sure of himself than you had ever seen him, straightening his usually slumped spine until he had grown nearly a foot in height. What Cooper was attempting to do was very kind, but the defense made no sense. Whatever redemption he thought he needed to pursue was pointless, as you had already forgiven all of his past grievances once you learned how happy he made Jake. Although you appreciated the gesture, it was downright moronic for him to sit on his sword for your family when he had his own to worry about. 

“It’s true, I didn’t even notice that he was gone until all four kids started crying in the middle of the night. When Coop came home later, he told me everything,” Jake added, his eyes darting between you and his mate. 

That threw everyone in the room off guard. An omega tattling on their alpha was practically unheard of, as the loyalty between mates was supposed to be sacred. Even before the world went to shit, mates were not allowed to be indicted to testify against each other, as it was seen as highly unethical. Not to mention the fact that you knew how far back Jake and Cooper’s history went, spanning from stolen kisses as teens to a full blown complicated partnership as adults. Jake’s confession was astonishing, and the shock value almost made it seem plausible, but Maria was quick to dismiss it. 

“C’mon you three, there’s no way that you expect anyone to believe that you were the ones who did it,” she turned to your mother, “Sure, she’s your daughter and that’s as good of a reason as any, but Cooper? What possible reason could you have?” 

“I asked him to.”

“I asked him to.”

The way your voices overlapped would have usually made you both giggle, slapping each other like you were twelve years old again, but at that moment all you did was lock eyes. Jake shook his head once, giving you a stern look that warned against any sort of heroics. However, he had clearly forgotten how your stubbornness easily surpassed his, and you sent the same sort of pointed look straight back at him. It wasn’t fair for them to defend you in this way, especially when Jake knew you far too well to believe you were innocent. If things had been different, if Allie and Miriam didn’t exist, perhaps then you would let your bestfriend take the fall. But you were both parents now, which meant you didn’t understand how he could possibly expect you to sit back and let him dive headfirst into the mess that you had created. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, y’all are something else,” Tommy mused, his head in his hands as the situation only got more confusing with every false admission of guilt, “And why the fuck would you do that Jake?” 

It was a fair enough question and you were surprised at how much it seemed to anger him. You watched as Jake’s face turned purple, his carefully sculpted curls growing frizzy as he juggled Miriam into the crook of his elbow so he could run his hands through them. Cooper took one step towards his mate, only able to give him a soft tap with his elbow as he held both of your children in his arms, but it was enough to snap him out of it. Jake looked up from his daughter, the two of them having a silent conversation for a moment that ended when Cooper gave him a single nod of encouragement. With that, he turned back towards the group, straightening up as he stared Tommy down. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who those pricks were working with? Do you understand how fucked up Paul’s crew was?,” Jake seethed. 

Maria cleared her throat, “We don’t have to start rehashing the pa-”

“No! You both need to listen,” he snapped. 

The two betas fell silent, looking at each other with wide eyes before they turned back towards your frustrated best friend. Although Jake was always outspoken, he was never volatile, which meant that his rage towards the two of them was shocking. 

“Did you know that they beat me in front of Coop to keep him in line? And why did it work? Oh that’s right, they stole our fucking daughter from us! And not only that, that whole group raped any omega they could find. Why would I do that?,” Jake threw his head back and cackled, “Why the fuck didn’t you?” 

A silence fell over the room as the rarely mentioned past came to rear its ugly head again. Jake didn’t even have to say what everyone was thinking, that no matter how they tried to spin it, every person in that room had a reason to kill those men. 

For you and Joel, it was pure revenge that drove you two forward, as well as the peace of mind that your family would not be hunted for the millionth time. For Jake and Cooper, it was  revenge for the hell their family had been put through, along with assurance that there were no grudges against Paul’s younger brother left to haunt them. And for your mother… Well, she was one of the countless omegas that had been used as sex slaves by those sick fucks. Who had more reason than her? Those two men had conspired with the people who abused her and then helped kidnap her pregnant daughter, of course she would go after them. 

It could have been any of you. 

Maria looked like she was about to walk straight into the ocean, with each worry line etched into her face becoming increasingly prominent by the second. Meanwhile Tommy seemed almost impressed by the solidarity of the group, though you did clock how he kept looking towards you. He looked at you like a cop might look at a repeat offender they had grown fond of, as if to say that he respected you despite your incessant crimes. If only you were the mastermind he thought you to be, perhaps then you would have been wise enough to plan it better. 

Maybe if you had a plan, you wouldn’t be sweating bullets with slick running steadily down your pant leg. The wet spot between your thighs had grown darker and wider with every passing second. By the time you gathered enough courage to look down, the stain had grown all the way down to your knees. Joel was no better, shifting and grunting from behind you as the fire in your core screamed for his cock. It wouldn’t be long before this interview became too much, you felt it in the way he squeezed your hips like stress balls, worrying your curves under his fingertips as a deep growl rumbled against your back. 

“Fucking hell, I’ve got five people in here who claim they did it and nobody’s goddamn story lines up. What the fuck do you expect me to do with that?,” Maria hissed. 

“Not sure, but you should probably make a decision soon. I don’t really wanna be here for when things get uh… desperate. Bad enough we have to stand here with their fucking kids when they’re like this. I know that I wouldn’t want mine around during a rut,” Cooper grouched. 

“I second that,” your mother said, her lips curled in disgust as wave after wave of your heady scents smacked her in the face. 

They were right to be wary of the condition you and Joel were in, as his soft caresses to your body were getting increasingly risque. He had switched from simply brushing his fingertips over your thighs to squeezing them hard, forcing a small whimper from you that made everyone else in the room shift uncomfortably. The way your scents were being pumped out was intoxicating to the both of you, while you could tell that the rest of the group would prefer to have their noses chopped off. 

It was incredibly invasive to have people see you and Joel in this way, let alone your own family. The fact that all of the adults were there was already uncomfortable, but having the twins around for this, even with them too young to understand any of it, was nerve racking. You wanted them protected from everything, especially the disgusting sight of their parents riled up for each other. As a result, you couldn’t help but turn in your spot, looking back at Joel to try to provide yourself with some sort of comfort. 

“Joel,” you whimpered softly, making sure that only he could hear it.

Joel’s eyes flicked towards you, his dilated pupils overtaking the chocolate brown until only a sliver remained. The curls you adored were standing straight up, making it look like he had been dunked in water and electrocuted. Your eyes traced his strong cheekbones, studying the deep shade of red that dusted over the high points. He looked like he was in pain, the slight crease between his brows and displeased frown showcasing the discomfort he was in. 

“I know sweetheart, I know,” Joel murmured, “They’re gonna leave soon, we’re almost there babygirl, promise.”

The high pitched whine you let out was involuntary, along with the way you abruptly turned and climbed into his lap. Joel cussed, steadying your hips as you mounted him and stuck your nose into the crook of his neck to suck at the sensitive skin there. The smell of him turned off all of your thoughts, making you forget about everyone else in the room. When you tried to rock against him, to ease some of the built up tension in your core, the hands on your hips halted your movements and you sobbed at his refusal. 

“Honey, we can’t - fuck,” he grunted as you bit down on his gland, “Fucking Christ baby, you gotta cut that shit out.” 

“Yeah uh, do you see that? That’s exactly what I was worried about. I mean, for Christ’s sake guys, I don’t want to be here for this. Do you?” Cooper pointed out, his words making you cling to your alpha even tighter. 

It wasn’t that you were scared of Cooper, or anyone else in the room, it was that the sound of anyone’s voice other than Joel’s had become grating to your overwhelmed senses. The raging beast inside of you demanded that you growl and spit at the crowd until they retreated, leaving you alone with the man that was whispering desperate pleas in your ear to stay still for everyone’s sake. And you wanted to abide by him, to remain pliant until the interrogation was done, but you couldn’t. The rational part of your brain was getting smaller by the second, being shoved to the side by the overwhelming need for Joel to temper you with his knot. 

“Leave,” you growled against Joel’s heated skin, silencing the mindless bickering from the peanut gallery behind you. 

“But we haven’t even came to a -”

Tommy’s response was overpowered by the warning sound that rumbled from within your chest and you had the distinct pleasure of watching everyone’s eyes widen as you lept from Joel’s lap, stalking across the room once more. Tommy and Maria were both going to die, you decided it right then and there. They were going to die and you would finally be able to get relief from the raging heat pulsing between your legs. It didn’t matter that your mind was muddled by hormones, nor did it matter that you actually cared for both of the betas quite deeply, all that mattered to you in that moment was getting them out of your house so you could get properly fucked. 

“Get. Out.” 

Those two words were spat out with so much contempt, so much venom, that it forced them both to lean back in their seats. They didn’t move to leave, despite the fact that you were half crazed and panting, with slick stains on clear display for everyone in the room. You looked insane and you felt it too. Which is why you launched yourself at them, your fist making contact with Tommy’s left ear with one brutal swing before you felt familiar hands pull you away once more. 

“Get the fuck out of my house! Now!,” you screeched, kicking at the alpha who tried to coral you away from the unwanted guests. 

Joel turned you around, easily lifting you from the floor so that he could wrap your legs around his waist. He shoved your face into his neck again, keeping his palm against the back of your head in case you tried to pull away. It was like he had put you in some sort of air jail, where all you could do was allow him to hold you against him so that you couldn’t attack anyone again. 

“She’s right, you all need to go,” Joel said, his calm voice cutting through your incessant growling. 

“This doesn’t mean you’re all off the hook,” Maria shot back, to which he nodded. 

“I know, but still, you gotta fucking get out of here. I can’t do this for much longer, and she’s already three sheets to the wind. Y’all are gonna have to clear out, or else m’not gonna to be held responsible for what you end up seeing,” he answered her. 

With the agreement set, the two betas swiftly stood from their place on the couch, nodding to everyone before they hurried out the door. Your mother followed close behind and you didn’t blame her for not sticking around. The thought of witnessing your own children go into a full blown heat as their mate’s rut was fast approaching made you want to throw up. 

“Will you watch them for a bit longer? Please? I don’t think we can -”

“We’ve got them under control, she sent way too much shit with them anyways,” Jake assured him, “Just return the favor sometime, that’s all we ask.” 

Joel gruffly agreed and you heard them take their leave, the sound of the front door clicking shut behind them signaling that you were finally alone. The second they were gone, he ripped your face away from his neck by the roots of your hair, smashing his mouth into yours so hard that his teeth clacked against yours. A high pitched moan came from you, which was answered by a deep groan from him as he carried you towards the stairs. The path he had in mind was clear from the second he took the first step, but you were too desperate to wait that long. With one final swipe of the tongue, you pulled back and panted against him, trying to gulp enough air down to straighten out your thoughts. 

“Daddy please, I-I can’t wait that long. F-Fuck me, ya gotta fuck me, pleeease,” you begged, tearing at his shirt until he relented and helped you take it off. 

“Needy little thing, aren’t ya?,” Joel huffed, halting on the landing in the middle of the staircase. 

Before you could ask him what he was going to do, he had already dropped down to his knees, placing you a few steps above him so that your hips were in line with his. Joel smiled at your look of surprise when he tore the clothes off of your lower half, revealing your naked pussy to his greedy gaze in an instant. 

“What a bad girl you are honey, I bet you wanted me to fuck you in front of that crowd on the street, show everyone in town what a little slut you are for me,” he praised, his voice sounding nothing short of reverent despite the filthiness of his words. 

The embarrassingly loud keen you let out was enough of an answer for Joel and before you could worry about potentially pissing him off for not answering, he was yanking off his belt. He shoved his pants down to his knees, showcasing his perfect cock that was standing proudly to attention. It was wet with precum and reddened at the tip, angrily pulsing in time with his racing heart. You mindlessly tried to reach for it, wanting to ease some of the clear discomfort for him, but your hands were quickly slapped away. 

“Later sweet girl, right now I need to feel that tight pussy around me. Fuck honey - please - please tell me that I can have her, she’s so fucking good to me,” Joel babbled, slotting his length in between your soaked centre and rubbing the tip across your swollen clit. 

In lieu of a response, you gripped him the back of the neck, bringing him back down and capturing him in a passionate kiss. Joel hissed as you wiggled against him, snapping out of it so that he could hang the backs of your knees over his shoulders. With you folded in half, he pulled back, panting into your mouth as he forced his way inside. Despite the multiple rounds he had treated you with last night, unknowingly fucking you through the first few hours of a heat, there was still a stretch. At that point, having had Joel inside of you more times than you could possibly count, you were pretty sure that you would never get used to the monster that hung below his waistline. 

“Daddy,” you whined, the sting already getting to be too much with just half of his cock inside. 

Joel hushed you, cooing at your teary eyes as he reached down and pinched your clit between his fingers. He rubbed the bud hard, bringing tears to your eyes as sharp jolts of pleasure rocked through your core. It was like any trace of the loving alpha you knew was gone, leaving you with the more brutal version of him that came out when he was in a rut. 

“I think those assholes would like watching you get fucked by me. Shi-it - yeah, bet they’d stare at this perfect little pussy getting torn apart by me and wish it was their cock instead of mine. But you wouldn’t let them, would you darling?,” Joel teased, the tip of his length finally brushing up against your cervix with one final shove. 

With Joel looming over you, forcing your knees to frame your head against the steps, his cock was deeper than you had ever felt it. He was all encompassing, his length buried in such a way that every slight movement caused him to brush against one of the most devastatingly perfect spots inside, meanwhile the proximity of his face had butterflies fluttering in your already stuffed tummy. 

Joel’s face was so close that you could see all of the wrinkles and faded scars. Some were older, while others had been acquired in your time together, but they were all beautiful. The pronounced shape of his nose made you swoon, along with the way he had shaved his face just the way he knew you liked it. It was easy for you to drown out everything as you looked into his eyes, so much so that you didn’t realize your fatal error until one of Joel’s hands suddenly wrapped around your throat. 

“Oh, so maybe you do want them to touch daddy’s pussy, hm? Is that it? Have I not fucked you good enough?,” Joel growled, his rut clearly behind the wheel as he let his possessive side show, “Maybe I gotta find some toys, keep ya tied up and let them do the work f’me until I can come home to fuck some sense into you.” 

The idea of it was so hot that your eyes rolled into the back of your head, slick gushing out of your core so steadily that you could see it dripping down the steps. Although you had no problem with Joel’s filthy proposal, that would have to wait for another day, as your heat called for nothing inside of you except for his thick knot. Swallowing hard around his grip, you sucked in a shaky breath and attempted to respond. 

“N-No, don’t want anyone else,” you cried, tears dripping down and wetting the palm against your neck, “My pussy is yours, she’s yours just please, I need you to do something daddy. I only want y-you to fuck me, need it so bad.” 

He hummed, “Is that right sweetheart? Why should I believe ya?”

Like it had once before, Joel’s rut had brought out something mean inside of him. Even though his cock was throbbing wildly, wedged inside the tight embrace of your walls, he would rather toy with his prey than devour it. He was maddening, he was cruel, and he was also exactly what you needed. In an instant, all of your walls came down, causing you to thrash around and whine for him shamelessly. The desperate movements you made caused his hand to slide off your neck, which gave you enough air to divulge into a litany of pleas. 

“Please! M’good, I can be so good for you daddy. Believe me - fuck, shit - I love you, not them. I’d never let ANY of them touch me - I only want you! I’ve only ever wanted you Joel. Please, I- ohfuckthankyoudaddyshiit -”

Joel didn’t let you finish, your garbled plea cut off by him yanking his cock out and slamming it back in so hard that his balls audibly slapped against your ass. He didn’t give you a chance to think, a chance to breathe, before he started tearing into you. Each violent thrust sent you flying higher and higher, his speed only doubling down each time you let out a choked whine. While Joel slammed into you so hard that the wet smack of your sopping pussy could be heard throughout the house, he snuck his hand up to grip your neck again, squeezing the sides of it so deliciously that you would have screamed if you could. He controlled not only your breaths but also your vision like this, his eyes burning a hole through yours as he forced you to watch him. 

There was a part of you that wanted to look away, to shake him off so that you could get a second of reprieve, but you were hypnotized. Joel’s eyes were so expressive that you had no choice than to stare back. Lust, love, devotion, and unfiltered pleasure flickered across the brown pools, each fleeting expression speaking to your very soul. It left you completely helpless, nothing but a vessel for him to thrust his cock into and play with whenever he saw fit. For the man that beat your cervix into submission, lightly halting your breaths as he rubbed your clit, you would do absolutely anything. You were completely gone, so addicted to him that you didn’t care if everyone in Jackson walked in at that very moment, you knew Joel would keep going regardless. 

“Aw honey, is this too much for her already?,” Joel cooed, tightening his hold on your throat so you couldn’t respond, “Can feel that little cunt getting tighter, is she gonna cum for me baby? Is daddy gonna make her cry?” 

Nodding vehemently, you yanked viciously at Joel’s graying curls until he was right where you wanted him. Perhaps it was greedy to ask for more, but even through the thick fog of heat you knew that this was something he would not refuse. He groaned at the mere suggestion, pace faltering for a few thrusts as his hot breath fanned out over your breasts. You were so close, with your legs shaking and your core growing tighter by the second, but you needed one last push. With how sensitive they were, you were pretty sure that if Joel so much as kissed your nipple, you’d lose it. 

“Shi-it, you’re fucking perfect f’me babygirl,” Joel groaned, leaning forward to suck one of the swollen peaks into his mouth. 

A gasp escaped your mouth, followed by a litany of swears that were silenced by his thumb and index finger pressing against the sides of your neck. Being as experienced as Joel was, he was smart enough not to crush your precious windpipe, opting instead to dizzy you as he cut off the flow of blood to your brain while he pounded into you even harder. It left you a breathless, convulsing mess, your pussy choking him as you let him take you higher and higher. He bit down hard on your nipples, worrying them hard beneath his teeth and happily licking up the beads of sweet milk that spurted out. 

“C’mon honey, feel you - shit - feel you holding it back. Let go baby, cum f’me. Need to feel you milk my cock, gonna knot ya soon I promise,” Joel murmured, dispersing wet kisses along your chest between harsh bites. 

One last bite to your nipple, accompanied by a brutal thrust and a sinful circle over your clit, ripped the orgasm straight from your core. Joel let go of your throat, giving you just enough oxygen to scream as pleasure overrode all of your senses. Slick sprayed out of your core, drenching both him and the staircase below as you came. He kept at it as you dissolved into a puddle of desire, babbling at him as you tore at his hair and scratched his arms. 

“That’s it, that’s it, good fucking girl baby. God, you feel so good like this. Cumming around my cock like a slut - SHIT - but you’re my fucking slut. Gonna fuck you so hard tonight honey, gonna make it so you never forget whose pussy this is, gonna - ohmygod - gonna give you my knot until it takes,” Joel rambled, his pace growing wild and uncordinated as he did. 

The idea of Joel fucking another kid into you was, much to the dismay of your future self, an extremely enticing one. He was full of raw energy as he doubled down on his thrusts, chasing his own high with a brutality that numbed all thoughts and made your legs violently shake. Even though you had already came, he was already so close to making you cum again, each brutal slide home forcing a pitiful cry from your lips. 

“G-Gonna cum again Joel, want you to - ah - want you to cum inside. Please daddy, alpha, fuck, need you to make it better. It hurts so bad, n-need your knot in my pussy,” you begged with hot tears pouring down your face. 

“Fuck honey, already? God, you’re so perfect, such a good fucking girl. Gonna - shi-it - gonna choke my cock again before I knot you? Good, fucking cum then,” Joel hissed. 

With his incessant thrusts continuing to fuck you senseless, Joel squeezed your clit between his fingers again, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck as he reared back and slapped the bud hard. The pain shot through your entire body, followed by a wave of pleasure that was even more devastating than the last. With each tight pulse around his cock, you brought him closer to the edge, until one final pull on his hair forced him to shove his knot inside. 

Joel moaned wantonly as he came, calling out your name in a way that prolonged your own high. With your bodies moving in sync as you both thrummed with pleasure, Joel grinded up against you, trying to wring as much pleasure from the release that he could. He was insatiable, stopping only when you were too worn out to take it anymore. With the heat now glowing hot in your belly and his rut at full force, you knew that this was just the first of what would be many rounds. Although his thick ropes of hot cum had soothed the ache for now, it would be back in full swing in no time. 

“Oh fuck baby, holy shit,” Joel panted, blanketing himself over you in a way that was stifling. 

You nodded, still too out of it to respond. It didn’t help that Joel had your ankles up around your head, ensuring that you would be out of breath no matter how much oxygen you gulped down. With his cock plugged deep inside, calming that fire that had burned bright since that morning, you didn’t care enough about air to tell him. As far as you were concerned, you’d let Joel strangle you into a short coma if it meant that you could cum that hard again. And that wasn’t even the heat talking, your alpha was just that good. 

“Shit, hang on,” Joel said suddenly, his voice full of concern as he pulled away. 

Carefully, Joel eased your legs off of his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, finally allowing you to breathe regularly again. After a few deep breaths, the thick haze that had settled over your mind dissipated and you blinked up at him. His gaze mirrored yours, the two of you so in love that it was like nobody else existed. It was just you and him for eternity, locked together in the most primal of ways as the world passed by. Who cared about the rest of Jackson? All that mattered was your mate. 

“I love you,” you whispered, which caused him to smile in return.  

“I love you too honey, so much,” Joel chuckled. 

The warm glow that had settled over you only burned brighter at the admission, until you were both smiling at each other like maniacs. In the days to come, they could try what they must to oust you and Joel, but the two of you would survive it. As crazy as it sounded, you were suddenly so sure of the future that you wanted to sprint down the street and scream it to the rest of the town, to dare them to do anything to stop it. 

“You ain’t leaving me honey, I won’t let ya go that easy,” Joel mumbled.  

His voice had taken a more serious tone as he brought up the confession you had made and you sighed at the painful reminder. 

“Joel, you have to believe me; I didn’t want to say any of that but I needed to keep our pups safe. And if that meant -,” you stopped, unable to even finish the thought with how riled up the heat made you. 

Joel growled at that, as if he could somehow scare off the grief you felt at the thought of leaving the twins behind. He placed a kiss against your lips, proceeding to lay a smattering across every inch of your face until the sting faded to the background. It was incredibly hard to stay grumpy with such a doting mate, especially as he muddied your mind one peck at a time. He worked his way down your jaw, kissing and nipping the skin until your hips jumped beneath him. 

“I understand sweet girl, I do,” Joel promised, continuing to move down the side of your neck, “But I need you to understand that I meant what I said baby, if you leave my ass here alone, I will follow you to the ends of the earth and drag you back home screaming if I have to.”

“You can’t leave our pups all alone here Joel,” you reminded him, although the shakiness in your voice made the protest fall short. 

Joel snorted, “D’ya think that any of your family would be cool with you just up and vanishing? I ain’t gonna be the only one pissed off sweetheart. M’sure that I can find a babysitter no problem so I can track you down and punish ya properly.”  

With that, Joel bit down against your gland, forcing you to cry out as more dopamine and oxytocin raced through your body. Clenching around him hard, you squealed as the bite forced one last pitiful orgasm from your overstimulated pussy. Joel groaned against the crook of your neck, unable to stop himself from stirring his still inflated knot lodged in your pussy to keep you flying high for just a second longer. It was overwhelming for the both of you, but especially him. You saw it in his pained grimace and yet, Joel didn’t stop until you relaxed back against the staircase after one last pitiful twitch. 

“Say that you won’t,” he softly begged when you came down, the desperation in his gravelly voice pulling you from the fog once more. 

“Joel,” you cooed, the sight of the fear in his eyes piercing through your heart. 

Though it had not been your intention to terrify Joel, you clearly had, as he looked like he was close to barring the windows and chaining you to the bed if you seemed even the least bit flighty. His rut was making the fear worse, which made you slightly nervous for the brutal poundings you were undoubtedly set to receive in the days to come, but you needed to quell the fear that ran wild through his nervous system before he broke down. It was a duty that had been ingrained in your very being from the moment Joel had sealed the bond between you. Hell, the need to soothe him had probably existed for longer than that, like from the moment you had first encountered the smell of bergamot and sandalwood along the riverside miles away. 

“I won’t leave you Joel and I promise that I never even wanted to. It killed me to say that, but I thought there was no other way. You’re just such a good dad, I thought it would be better for it to be you to stay with them. They love you so much,” you tried to explain. 

The admission was enough to smooth some of the creased lines along his forehead, while a few new ones formed. Out of nowhere, Joel cupped your face in both hands, kissing you with an unbridled passion that had you curling your toes. He pulled back when you were thoroughly winded and knocked his forehead against yours, giving you no other choice than to be consumed by him. 

“Thank you for saying that honey, but if I’m a good dad to those two, it’s only because I have you by my side. Sure, I might’ve raised one pup by myself, but I ain’t as spry as I was in the 90s. Plus, the twins are something else. Pretty sure my back would give out after a week,” Joel joked. 

You laughed, “Shit, you’re right. My bad, I forgot their dad was a senior citizen.” 

He joined you in laughter, shaking his head at your jab about his age. Watching Joel laugh made warm tingles of unadulterated joy fire across each nerve ending, until you felt almost stoned as you gazed up at him. He caught his breath for a second, sighing as he returned to his serious demeanor. As you waited for Joel to say what he was working on, you thumbed through his facial hair, admiring the salt and pepper mustache above his upper lip that you made him promise to never shave off. 

“I need you in this with me sweetheart. Whatever happens, we have to stick together, okay? I’ve lost too much in this lifetime, I can’t lose anymore. I need you, I need our pups - fuck honey - I need our family. You can’t leave,” Joel said seriously, leaving little room for discussion. 

“Our family stays together, no matter what,” you softly agreed. 

With the promise sealed, Joel leaned down and captured your lips again, which kick started yet another round against the stairs. The coming months would unfurl as they would, like usual, but you knew that everything would be fine because you had each other. The two of you reminded each other of that fact incessantly throughout the next four days, locked inside as he pulled you into round after round of ecstasy, until your belly was bloated with the torrents of cum he had pumped inside. And when the day came where the heat had finally dissipated, fucked out of you dutifully by the love of your life, the two of you were ready to face whatever may come. 

Instead of letting the fear Joel was accustomed to take hold, he had grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it before he led you towards the rest of your lives. The future would be brighter than your pasts, it had to be. The heartbreak and grief you were both accustomed to was gone, never to return again. You were no longer alone and neither was he. To have Joel, to have your pups, to be completely surrounded by the type of love you had dreamed of during a life filled with endless sorrow, it would be enough. 

It already was. 

A/N:

Hey! I just wanted to say, thank you guys for following this story straight through to the end. As you can see from the masterlist, I have made room for the epilogue I'm creating. This will jump forward to check in on reader and Joel 4 years later.

As I've said before, this was my first try at writing a fanfic and I thank you all for bearing with me. I know that this story isn't perfect, but it has been a lot of fun and has given me the confidence to branch out. I already have a small list of other fics that I plan to write and that is because of you guys! That being said, I'm always open to requests and would be more than happy to check in on these two whenever you guys want :)