#i need yo catch up on fall of x damn it

[ffverr]

SCOTT, EDEN AND LACTUCA ON THE SAME PAGE?!?!!!! THIS IS MY BRAND

[toxicanonymity]

Clock

1750 words, stepdad!Joel x f!reader

stepdad master SUMMARY: Morning after your first time, you and Joel are still in bed and don't get out during this part. PWP CAN READ ALONE. WARNINGS: I8+ stepcest, horny fluff, very connected, unsafe P in V, begging, massive creampie, swaddling, light pulling of Joel's hair, implied possible tears, avoiding real life.

A/N: yes app possibilities were limited for this one LOL also this one goes out to @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog .

Just as you're falling asleep, you hear Joel sniffling softly. "What's wrong," you whisper. You put your cheek against his and it's still damp. 

"Nothing," he says. "Just feel lucky." He kisses you on your forehead then scoots up a little on the bed to nestle your head under his and hug you tighter. You don't say anything, just drift off in his arms.

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After just a few hours of sleep, you wake up with Joel’s muscular arms shifting around you.  You’re both naked and you’re still facing each other on your sides.  It's as if you barely moved since going to sleep.  One arm is over you and the other is under your pillow, under your neck. He's holding you and hasn't let go. When you register the shape of his warm, hard cock pressed upright against your thigh, your clit twitches. 

You’re not sure he’s awake.  For a minute, you watch his face and listen to his breathing, fighting the urge to  reach down and put him back inside you. You want to see how he acts before you make a move. You're afraid he’ll freak out once he remembers what the two of you have done. 

Joel lets out a short, “Mm” and his cock jumps against you. You peek under the covers,and your breath hitches at the sight of his arousal, stiff and weeping.  You close your eyes and brush your nose against his to wake him up. He sniffs at the contact, then sighs your name. Fingers spreading out, his hand on your back begins to roam and he hums a longer, more awake “Mmm,” as his hand slides down to your ass, then pulls you close against him. “Fuck,” he whispers into your cheek and kneads the plush of your butt cheek.

He thrusts against you and breathes, “That was everything.”  He slowly grinds into you, sucking in a deep breath through his mouth. “Everything I wanted.” No regrets detected. Relief washes over you and happiness pulls at your tear ducts. Joel groans weakly as his cock ruts against you, impossibly stiff. He adds, “But now I just want more" and tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer. His dick twitches against your thigh and stiffens more. 

"Me too" you sigh, and lean your forehead against his. 

He takes in a deep breath.  “Christ,” he exhales.  “You felt like heaven.” 

He shifts his hip so his hard cock unsticks from your thigh, then he pins it up against your mound and groans. Your elbow is hanging over his side and you’re tracing the muscles of his back.  

You hook your knee over his ass, tilting your hips up so your dripping seam slides along his throbbing manhood. You want him inside you even more than you wanted him last night, if that's possible. Some foolish part of you thought you wouldn't ache quite as desperately for him once you had him. 

“God damn, I want you,” he breathes, then his voice becomes more gruff. “Want you all for me.” He rubs up against you and your body needs him in you, so bad. "Need you, baby," he whispers with another thrust against you. "Need to have you." 

He shifts his hips and his cock finds your entrance.  Your cunt catches his tip with a tilt of your hips and you gasp at the first prod of his swollen tip into your ample wetness. You pull your face back just enough to look at him, with his cock-head just inside you.  His eyes are a little watery, still sleepy, a bit puffy from last night. His pupils are blown wide.  He reads your face, looks at your mouth, , then his eyelids slowly fall and his face drifts toward yours.  Your lips connect softly as he pushes his cock in your needy warmth. 

His shaft slides into you snugly, and he uses his grip on your ass to bottom out with an “Mmm” into your mouth. He stays there, all the way inside you, just like the night before. He groans like he couldn’t bear to take even an inch of himself out of you.  You would love to wake up like this every day. 

“I could just live here,” he says hoarsely, and your heart jumps. 

“Here?” you ask softly. 

“Your body,” he whispers and the words rush through your blood, puckering your nipples, wrapping your leg tighter around him, squeezing his cock with your walls. You use your leg to pull yourself tighter against him, wanting as much of him as you can have. You kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He takes it hungrily, sucking it in, feeding your mouth his own tongue. He draws back his cock, then plunges to the hilt with a grunt and stays all the way inside again.  He latches onto your neck and sucks. Still sucking your neck, he moves his cock in short pulses. He wants to be all the way inside. He wants to live there. But his hips can't help but move. 

His lips release the delicate skin of your neck and he murmurs, "Nowhere I’d rather be." His cock slowly retreats then slides all the way in again with a sigh.  The next time, he doesn’t hesitate as much.  The pursuit of friction, the need to feel every ridge of your cunt massaging his shaft overtakes the need to occupy every inch of your body. The arm under you flexes as that hand comes to your hair.  He cradles your head. 

His hips settle into a slow rhythm, with his thrusts smooth and powerful.  He savors every inch of you every time, sighing as he bottoms out.  He breathes heavily and grunts. “Fuck, baby.” He feels like a dream. This perfect cock feels like a dream. All his skin against yours. For a moment you pray it's not a dream – his showing up in the middle of the night, giving you what you wanted. Doing it again in the morning with no need to discuss.

He moans as your walls hug him with his every move inside you.  "This is real, sweetheart," he musters as though reading your mind. "We're –ohhh–doin' this,” he says to himself. “Fuck, thank god,” he adds, leaving no room to wonder whether he thinks it's a good thing. His thrusts pick up power and his moans strengthen. 

He breathes vocally, slowly burying his length in you with a hand on your ass, fingers pressed into your flesh. His fingers dig into you so desperately it might bruise. The way he moves tells you he's hell bent on keeping your bodies as close as possible. Tension is coming to a boil in your gut.  He breathes louder, and his breath is hot against your cheek. He stays deep and grinds, making your clit twitch, grunting with every small push of his hips. 

"C'mon, sweetheart," he growls in your ear. "Ohh, god."

Your hips grind into his and you moan, "J-Joel–ohhh, Joel, I'm–"

 “C'mon, baby," he breathes. "need to fill you—ohhh–fill you up,” he pants. "Oh god I need to, baby—mmmgh" 

The sound of it has your climax in reach. One more grind into him and you're there. 

"Jo-ohhhh," you sigh as the tension snaps and pleasure washes over you. You spasm and jerk into him and can’t form words, you can only whine. You want it bad. You want his cum. 

He pants, “Can I–uggghhh–can I do that, sweetheart?” His cock twitches as he bottoms out again then pulls back. 

You fist his hair and moan as you pulse. “Joel,” you whine and begin to gush around his cock–"ohhh,” gently pulling his hair.

“Can,” he pants, “Can I come in-ohhhh–nngg inside,” he whines. "Please." You pull his head back and his eyes glisten. 

You’re nodding and manage to sputter out, “Y–yeah,” then a sigh, "God, do it."  You're so full of his cock already and you ache to feel him cum. You repeat, “do it, Joel,” more forcefully.

"God, yeah," he breathes, then his lips sloppily find yours.  As his tongue gently breaches your mouth, he grabs your ass and slams into you with a guttural "Mmm" into your mouth.  His other hand holds your head, pulling your face into his as his hips thrust him into you at just the right angle. 

His cock throbs massively, pushing against your walls.  In huge bursts, he releases an unfathomable load.  He continues short, slow thrusts of his cock deep inside you. With a grunt and a burst of warmth every few seconds, it seems to last forever. It must be as much as he came last night. It feels like more with it inside you. It's dripping down his cock while he's still cumming. It’s already overflowing. He sighs your name with his last pulse. 

He stays inside. He sighs your name again. "You feel like fuckin' heaven, (a pained sigh), I swear to God." You're full, you're spent. With his cum filling you all the way up and also coating your inner thighs, you fall back asleep. 

You wake up to Joel's phone ringing. You don't even remember seeing his phone last night, but apparently it's on the floor. You pull your sticky thighs apart and begin to roll over to reach for his phone on the floor and he protests, "no," as his cock slides out of you. "Ugh," he sighs. He scoots toward you and pulls you back into a spoon, stopping you from reaching it. "Not worried about it," he sighs into your neck as it stops ringing. 

He really doesn’t want this to ever end.  Neither do you, or you’d be in the shower by now.  You settle back into him spooning you, hugging you. Your skin is hot with feelings.  Eventually, you fall back asleep.  

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When you wake up again, Joel is still dead asleep, borderline snoring, but in a cute way, not obnoxious.  Your phone is on the other side of the bed, but his arms have loosened enough that you're able to roll away and reach down to check his phone for the time. As you roll over, you can feel some of his cum trickling out of you.

You pick up his phone, turn on the screen, and see It's well after noon.  The call was from Tommy.  The lock screen is a picture of you, Joel, and your mom. But the photo is positioned on the screen in a way that only you and Joel are showing. 

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

Brother's Best Friend - Part 3

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.

CW: Fluff and banter

WC: 2000+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist

“Seresin!” you scream at the top of your lungs, slamming the front door with enough force to knock down the welcome sign hanging in the hall. You groan as all the keys that were hanging off its hooks clatter to the floor, together with the sign. But this incident only makes you more enraged. You stomp down the corridor with your shoes still on, bellowing, “Your bucket of bolts is blocking me in, and I need to leave right now!”

You storm into the living room just as Jake starts stretching on the couch; you see one of his arms extend upward over the upholstery.

“Seresin!” you continue to yell, rounding the corner to get a better look at him. “If you don’t move your clunker, I will kill you I swear to” – but you stop short when you witness the scene before you.

Jake Seresin slowly sits up on your couch, shirtless – most likely butt-naked but his bottom half is obscured by the Frozen-themed fleece blanket your brother got you last year for Christmas – and beside him, a sleeping woman is starting to stir. Jake blinks up at you groggily. “You told me to go on a date,” he croaks when he registers the shock on your face.

You narrow your eyes at him irritably. “I said go, not come and date in my living room!”

“I did go,” he says, starting to rise from the couch. “But then I came back.” Halfway into a standing position, Jake seems to realize that, if he continues rising, his friend will end up in the nude, so he sits back down and glances at you sheepishly. “Do you mind passing me that pillow?” he asks, pointing to the tasselled throw pillow on the second couch.

You grimace. “Please don’t tell me you had sex under my blanket,” you say with disgust as you reach for a pillow and then fling it right at Jake’s face.

Jake catches it swiftly, demonstrating impressive reflexes for someone who’s been awake for less than two minutes. “We didn’t,” he says, leaving the blanket over the woman while using the pillow to cover himself as he collects his clothes from the floor.

“Then why are you naked?” you hiss.

Jake straightens his back and gives you a rueful look. “We didn’t have sex under your blanket,” he clarifies. “We just used it after, because we were cold.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “I don’t care!” you snap, even though you absolutely do care and seeing Jake with a random naked chick feels like someone’s taken a sledgehammer to your gut. “Just get dressed and move your damn car, I have to be in class in less than ten minutes!” You glance down at your watch and let out an anxious whine.

Within seconds, Jake has his jeans on and is pulling a t-shirt over his magnificent six-pack. You try your best not to stare and instead find yourself studying the woman who has miraculously been able to sleep through your entire conversation. “Let’s go,” Jake says, walking past you toward the front door.

You release a heavy sigh and start after him. In the foyer, Jake eyes the fallen welcome sign with all the keys still strewn on the floor and then lifts his gaze to look at you pointedly. You make a face at him, and he gives you a small smile before bending down to pick up his car keys.

“It’s a fifteen-minute drive,” he states, slipping on his shoes.

You give him an aggravated look. “You think I don’t know that?”

He opens the door for you, but you shove him through it instead and then jog down to the driveway. When you look back, you see that Jake is still on the porch, his back turned to you as he fiddles with the doorknob.

“Seresin, are you kidding me?” you shout. “If you don’t move this trash heap in the next minute, I will drive through it!”

Jake whistles patronizingly as he skips down the steps toward you. “Simmer down, cupcake,” he says. “I was locking the door.”

You seethe at the nickname as he approaches you with a wide grin. “I will slap you,” you warn.

Jake chuckles, sticking his key into the passenger door to unlock it. “What if I like it?”

You smack him on the shoulder as he opens the door for you. “What are you doing?” you shriek, looking at his dilapidated vehicle in disgust. “Can you please just move this rust bucket so that I can get to class and hand in my paper?”

“Get in!” Jake urges, pressing a hand into your shoulder to force you into the seat. “I’m driving you.”

“I don’t need you to drive me!” you retort, rising back to your feet. “I just need you to get this piece of junk off my driveway” –

“I’m not letting you drive like this,” he says resolutely.

“Like what?” you ask in outrage.

Jake lifts his hands to indicate at your current state and gives you a look. “You’re very stressed out,” he remarks.

You glare at him in disbelief. “Because you are stressing me out!” you scream.

“Be that as it may,” he says calmly, “it’s a fifteen-minute drive, sweet cheeks.” He meets your gaze defiantly and pushes you back down into the seat. “And you need to be there in five.”

You blink up at him crossly but stay put this time.

“Now, you can’t get there in five minutes,” he continues, yanking on the seat belt behind your head and putting into your hand. “But I can.” And, with these words, he slams your door and heads around the front of the car. When he gets in and turns over the engine, he glances at you with a grin. “So, out of curiosity,” he says, “how many nicknames do you have for my car?”

You give him a steely look as he backs out of the driveway. “How many nicknames do you have for me?”

Jake chuckles, releasing the clutch and shifting into second gear, but he doesn’t respond.

You watch him navigate expertly through traffic to get you to your destination, deciding not to press him on the bizarre moment the two of you shared yesterday evening before he finally left you alone. The one that ended with him telling you that he wishes he were your idiot with absolutely no elaboration. Of course, seeing him this morning with a brand-new companion has made you feel like the ultimate idiot in this scenario.

Jake pulls right up to one of the side doors of the building and you unbuckle your seatbelt with lightning speed. “Thanks, Seresin,” you say, climbing out of the car.

“Anytime, peach,” he says, leaning forward to wink up at you before you shut your door.

You roll your eyes. “I’m telling Bradley you had sex on our couch,” you say and then slam the door in his face.

You can see him throw his arms up in protest and reach over to roll down the passenger side window. “Who do you think told me to stay over after insisting I do shots with him?” he yells after you.

You shake your head as you lean into the revolving door of the building. “I’m unimpressed,” you call back.

Jake grins. “So, pretty normal, then?”

…

Your class ends in two hours and you realize that, since you didn’t drive, you’d have to take the bus home. Except, when you walk out of the lecture hall, you see Jake sitting on the ground, his back leaning against a pillar, waiting for you.

“What are you still doing here?” you ask, approaching him cautiously.

Jake rises to his feet and holds his hand out for your bookbag. When you don’t readily give it to him, he slides it off your shoulder and pulls it over his. “You need a ride home, don’t you?”

You stare at him in disbelief. “I could’ve taken the bus, Jake. You didn’t have to come all the way back.”

“I didn’t,” he says. “I never left.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “You’ve been sitting here for two hours?”

Jake shrugs. “Took a walk around campus.”

“What about your friend whom you left naked in my house?”

Jake’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit,” he says.

Your jaw drops as you continue to gape at him. “Are you serious?”

Jake cringes. “I’m an idiot.”

“Oh my god, Seresin,” you say, rubbing your forehead in shock. “I have no words.”

Jake nods, then shrugs again. “Maybe she left,” he says hopefully.

You look up at him as the two of you start walking. “It was a memorable night, then,” you comment sarcastically.

Jake chuckles. “Uh, kind of,” he says. “Not that part, though.”

You glance at him questioningly. “Why, what else happened?”

Jake eyes you hesitantly then promptly looks away. “Never mind.”

You stop walking and Jake, who takes another couple of steps before doubling back, blinks at you expectantly. Your eyes meet as the two of stand in the middle of the busy hallway and you feel your heartbeat quicken. You’re wondering, of course, if he’s referring to the incident that you’ve since decided to dismiss as a slip of the tongue.

Jake sighs impatiently. “We should get back,” he says, his eyes still sweeping over your face.

You swallow uncomfortably and give him a tight smile; clearly he isn’t planning on sharing the part of the evening that was memorable for him. You start to walk again, but Jake takes you by the wrist before you reach the door. You glance back at him as he pulls you toward himself. He isn’t looking at you, however. He nods at something behind you, and you turn to see an AV equipment cart barrelling your way, the person pushing the cart effectively hidden behind a stack of projectors. Jake curls his arm around your stomach, pinning your back to his chest as the cart zooms by.

Meanwhile, your knees nearly give out from the heat of his touch. You look down at the arm still wrapped tightly around your abdomen, holding your breath lest you start hyperventilating. “You alright there, darlin’?” he asks casually as his hand slips away from your waist.

“That was a close call,” you manage to say, turning to face him dazedly.

“Good thing I was here,” he says with a smirk.

You give him a stern look, his smugness having brought you out of your temporary trance. “If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t be distracted.”

Jake grins cheekily. “Am I distracting you again?”

You roll your eyes, recognizing that he’s referencing yesterday’s conversation. “You’re insufferable,” you say.

Jake raises his eyebrows. “I might actually prefer it when you insult me rather than my car,” he says as the two of you make your way outside.

“Don’t you worry,” you respond. “I have plenty of insults for the both of you.”

Jake puts his arm around your shoulders when you shiver slightly in your tank top. You try to keep your cool as you walk together toward the parking lot, sinking slightly into his side when the wind picks up as you’re crossing the field. Jake runs his hand up and down your arm to warm you and, in response, a tornado of butterflies, materializing out of nowhere, suddenly swells so violently inside of you that it feels like their collective flying power might lift you right off the ground as you walk.

It’s nice when Jake takes care of you, even though you know he’s only doing it because you’re his best friend’s little sister and he feels some sort of weird obligation to protect you. You wonder if perhaps that’s why you’ve always liked him – because he’s always been there for you, despite being supremely annoying most of the time. His broad shoulders don’t hurt either.

When you reach the car, Jake pulls open your door for you and motions for you to get inside.

“I can get my own door, you know?” you tell him, even though you kind of like it when he does it for you.

Jake gives you an offended look. “Never in my life have I not opened a door for a lady,” he says.

You climb into the vehicle, wondering if you should be pleased to be grouped together with all the ladies in Jake’s life, or discouraged that he’s such a ladies’ man. “Ever the gentleman,” you comment. “Don’t forget the part where you sleep with them and then desert them for hours to fend for themselves at a stranger’s house.”

Jake leans down to peer at you as you buckle your seatbelt. He puts a hand over his chest and frowns playfully. “That hurt,” he says.

You smile at him cheerily. “Suck it up, buttercup.”

Jake grins. “Buttercup,” he says, straightening his back and tapping the hood of the car a couple of times. “I like it.” Then, he shuts your door.

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[meatonfork]

I wonder how platonic task force 141 would react to reader sealing a wound with a heated knife or just a heated piece of metal like a total badass.

Total Badass

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pairing: platonic 141 x grim

warnings: usual cod violence, description of wound, vomit

summary: grim gets injured, and instead of asking for help, they fix it themselves

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you didn’t think you’d ever be in this position, honestly. your arm had a pretty deep gash wound in it, and you could thank a knife for that.

you had been caught up with the enemy. them catching you off guard, and slicing your arm open before you got the final blow on them.

you and the rest of the task force were holed up in a warehouse while hiding. unable to get to the safe house without being spotted in the daylight. you had to wait til it was dark to move.

you sat with your back against the wall, clutching your arm. the wound stung something awful, and you were getting lightheaded from the blood loss. it was deep, and you didn’t have time to stitch it back up.

blood trickled from beneath your fingers and hit the ground in a steady stream. a large puddle surrounded your boots, staining the leather. your shirt was ruined now, and you didn’t bother rolling the sleeve up. tearing it off instead.

“shhhit.” your teeth were clenched as you put more pressure on the wound. brows furrowing in pain as you did.

you released your arm and stuck your hand in your pocket, pulling out a lighter before reaching for your knife.

“grim, you okay? what are ya doin’?” soap cut himself off as he watched you pull out the weapon.

with gritted teeth, you answered your fellow sergeant, “don’ have time to stitch- gotta cauterize it.”

this bought the attention of the others, their heads whipping in your direction.

“what?” price stalked over.

“i don’t have time! i’ll bleed out, it’s too deep.” you panted out between grunts of pain.

“do you want one of us to do it?” ghost stepped into your vision. the only giveaway of his concern was his unconcealed eyes going soft.

“no, go keep watch. i’ll be fine.”

“alright..” he walked off, but not too far. he wanted to be there if you needed him.

with your injured arm, you held up the knife. using your good hand to flick the lighter on, heating up the blade.

the smell of blood and lighter fluid flooded your nostrils as the blade turned red.

“ah shit. okay, okay. here we go.”

you made sure the blade was the right color before asking soap for his belt.

he tore it off, no hesitation, and stuffed it between your teeth when you opened your mouth.

“i need to bite on it, or everyone within a five mile radius is going to hear me.”

you didn’t waste another second before setting the blade in your good hand and against your skin.

the pain was a blinding white as your screams were muffled against the belt.

burning flesh filled the room along with your noises of discomfort. your vision went blurry and your body was rigid in pain. nausea overtook your body as you held the blade against your burning flesh.

“holy shit!” soap reached forward to steady you with a hand on your shoulder.

“fuck!” you spit the belt out, panting. “god damn, that fucking hurts.” tears sprung to your eyes, slowly dropping down your cheeks.

you turned your body from soap before you retched up all your contents. his hand falling to your back.

you took a few deep breaths as your vision started to come back, leaning against the wall again.

a hand on your face made your eyes shoot up.

“yer not gonna pass out are ya?” soap’s voice was distant.

“mmmm no promises.” your eyes fluttered a bit.

“shit! price! get o’er here.” he all but shouted to your captain in panic.

price darted forward, placing a hand on your other shoulder.

“grim, hey.” he snapped his fingers in your face. “gotta look at me, kid. alright? you’re good.”

his kind eyes were filled with panic. you tried. you tried so hard to keep your eyes open. the ringing in your ears became louder, and your vision went blurry again. you tried to say something, but eventually it all faded to black.

———

your body being jostled around woke you quickly. a pressure was against your face and under your thighs.

slowly opening your eyes, you see you’re outside. the forest dark and the moon offered little light.

you let out a small groan, looking left and right. your head felt heavy, and your stomach rolled from the movement of being carried on uneven ground.

the first person to come into view was gaz. he held a soft smile while his brows furrowed in concern.

“hey! you’re up. how you feelin’?” his voice was soft. you didn’t know if it was because you just woke up, or if it was because you were still running from the enemy.

“like shit.” you all but groaned out.

“figures. that was some tough shit, grim.” a voice from beneath you grunted out. ghost turned his head to look back at you.

“yeah, that didn’t feel too great, not gonna lie.”

“let’s just get to the safe house, and we’ll look over it, yeah?”

“yeah. wake me when we’re there.”

“deal.”

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed :] <3

[lit3rallyll0yd]

hey how are you? I'm sorry to make this personal request but it's my current situation and I wanted to console myself with this in the arms of chuuya x reader

I would like to make a chuuya request with a s/o who went on a trip with her family to the beach, but her family is toxic and usually does things to humiliate her, talk about her body, etc. She pretends she doesn't care about it but it causes her several crises.

when your family is toxic, but you don't show that you care to him

chuuya :3

warnings: mention of a toxic relationships, reader uses she/her, insecurities, mention of body shame, mention of nudity, overall border-line fluff

a/n: hmmm, did i write away from the topic a little bit? maybe, and for that, i'm sorry!!! I did try to get all the components you have asked for anon; also, i'm sorry you're going through all of that! im here to talk if needed.

OKAY FIRST OF ALL-

this man is not having you lying to his face.

no. no. no. NO!

he's sees right through you, anything you say that you may think is believing-

*CHUCK IT OUT THE DAMN WINDOW!!*

but not in a mean way :3

erm anyways.

he never really cared that you rarely mentioned your family, until he asked if he could ever meet your parents.

you know, because since you two are dating- he just thought it would be respectful. on his part, at least.

you tried your best to change subjects, but he would catch on quickly and ask if anything wrong between you and your parents.

"hmm, ohno- we just argue sometimes- but that's just life; people argue and people fight- it's normal!"

now, your not wrong? but you seemed to be hiding something about your family to him.

he's literally in the mafia; if you tell him that they're fucking murders on the run and you don't want anyone to know about it- who the hell is chuuya going to tell, mori?? 💀💀

thats not the case, but that's all what chuuya thinks.

you told him a couple of days later you and your family are going on vacation, and he was happy for you.

you needed the break.

you work too hard at your job, and you deserve a vacation.

he would help you pack because none of your relatives helped? that's okay, he'll get you everything you need.

with a kiss on your lips he watched as you entered your parents car and off to your vacation...what he didn't expect was you coming home two days earlier then you said you would be.

"sweetheart, your back?" he would hug you, but you wouldn't hug back they way you usually do.

you dropped your bags on the floor of his doorstep with the door wide open..the time was currently 1:06am and chuuya was in PJ bottoms and a black t-shirt..his hair was tied in a small ponytail.

you hid your face in his neck as he hugged your8 tightly, expecting you to hug back.

you just stood there, arms draped by your sides and your suitcase on the ground.

he couldn't help but smell your hair, then kissed it as he rubs your back as he spoke; "babe, have you showered?"

you shake your head, still not responsive verbally.

he takes you inside his home, taking your bags in with you as he sat you down on the stairs steps; combing his fingers through your greasy hair.

he looked at your face; it was dry and your eyes were dark and your eyelids were purple.

he took your hand and kissed each of your knuckles as he saw tears fall from your eyes, however your face stayed the same.

"could i bathe you?" he would ask, and as he waited for your response, you nod.

gently, he would lift you from the steps and carry you to the bathroom.

he sat you down on the sink and started to run the water to a warm temperature for you to bathe in.

once he filled the tub with water and added a bath bomb of his own, he slowly turns to you and softly smiles; now standing in front of you.

"i'm going to undress you now, is that ok-"

before he could move you grabbed his wrist and looked at him. you seemed scared to show him your body as you tried to close your body together.

he gave you a sad frown, kissing your arm, up yo your shoulder.

"sweetheart, i have seen your naked multiple times, and i've had no problem with what i see; it's almost as if i have a gift from heaven itself.."

you stared into his blue eyes, thinking about what to do in the heat of the moment.

you guided his hand to the collar of your shirt, and nod slowly...allowing him to undress you.

in a way to make you comfortable, he would kiss your bare skin each time he would remove a piece of clothing from your body...

once your body was bare,, he would lift you up and gently play you in the tub and rub your shoulders.

couple of minutes went by, and chuuya had just dumped a handful of shampoo in his hand and started to message your skull with it.

"i take your vacation wasn't so...memorable?.."

he would ask softly, his eyes widening when he heats your soft sniffles.

"i'm'so sorry, my'love..." he would lean down and kiss your shoulders as you hide your face in your knees and sob.

chuuya would just rinse your hair after conditioner and held your body in his arms as you sobbed and sobbed for possibly 20 minutes.

as your crying settled, he would ask you what happened and if you would want to talk about it he would drain the water and help you change, of course leaving you if you would prefer to do it on your own.

sit on the bed, cuddled close together and talking about your family.

you would say how much they take you for granted, and talk about behind your back. your mother would body shame you, saying you eat either too much or too little.

your father would always make fun of your clothing choses and when your out, he would say your too fat for that bathing suit, or you could never fit in that dress unless you start caring about yourself.

both of them would also mention how much chuuya deserved better then to be with a sad, disappointed girl like you-

chuuya would cut your ranting off by kissing you on the lips for about a couple of minutes, a break for breathing if course, and would tell you no matter what your parents tell you, they're just jealous from what an amazing, beautiful women you have become ❤️

[agendercrisisx]

𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎

Geto Suguru x fem!reader

This is a gift for my best friend @realjungkook, who has a minor obsession with Geto, and I think I can make it even worse so here is my first JJK fic. Enjoy.

Warnings: dom-Geto, Geto calls reader; slut, princess, baby, no use of Y/N, creampie, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, reader gets tied up, cow-girl, missionary, and fucking on a kitchen counter, pure smut, like there is no plot, maybe a little bit, but this is like 99% smut, also this is not proofread, so I apologize for that, so if you find any mistakes please let me know :)

Summary: It’s Getos’ birthday and you want to do something special for him, so you begin on an elaborate breakfast. You want him to wake up to an amazing meal, and make sure his day becomes absolutely fantastic. But he doesn’t care about any of that, he only cares about you. And he quickly gets the best birthday present ever… you.

Word count: 7026

Your hips are swaying to the music, as you work on breakfast. Suguru is still sleeping, or that’s what he was doing when you left him. His hair was flowing over the pillow, and the blanket was barely covering his crotch. You had looked at him maybe a second too long, he looked so good all the time, even sleeping.

He had been snoring softly, his chest rising and falling slowly. He was in deep slumber, off to dreamland somewhere. Hopefully dreaming about you. His chest on full display as you stared at your perfect boyfriend. A soft smile playing on your lips, while you studied him. He is so cute.

You flip the pancake, it flies in the air for a second before you catch it with the pan. You turn around to the music, just vibing while you check to the croissants in the oven. You feel genuinely happy as you prepare breakfast for your boyfriends’ birthday.

A warm hand snakes around you stomach, and you try to turn around to meet him. But his grip holds you still. His lips find your neck and he slowly start leaving kisses, mumbling sweet praises as he does.

“You making all this for me?” His voice is soft and barely above a whisper as he mumbles it into your neck. You smile and finds his soft hair, brushing a lock behind his ear.

“Thought you needed a proper birthday breakfast.” He nibbles softly at the skin behind your ear, and you let out a whimper.

“Be nice.” You sigh, but his teeth just graze your skin again. Sending a shiver down your spine, as your hand grasps his hair trying to pull him away.

“You do something for me, let me return the favour.” His hand on your waist pulls you back against his chest and you can already feel his excitement. His cock already hard in the small of your back, his hands move so they’re holding your waist tightly. He grinds his dick on your ass, and you let a whimper and almost fall forward. He holds you up, his grip so tight on your waist you’re sure they’ll leave marks.

He is so much taller than you, towering over you. Letting him easily watch what you’re doing.

“Maybe you should hold focus on what you’re doing.” He smirks and you let out a yelp, as you realize the pancake is smoking. You rip the pan of the stove and try to send a mean look in Sugurus’ direction, but he is still holding you, making you unable to look at his face.

“I wouldn’t be distracted if it wasn’t for you.” You scold him, and he let out a chuckle.

“Don’t blame me, I barely did anything.” He pulls your hair back from your face and kisses your cheek. He knows exactly what he is doing, and that’s the damn problem. He has too much control over you, he knows you too well. Knows every button to push to get the reaction he wants.

His hand squeezes your waist and presses his crotch against your ass again. You whimper and he bends down to have his lips just besides your ear.

“Maybe we should wait with the rest of the food? Take a break? Let me thank you for making me food?” His voice is soft and so full of lust, having your knees weak in seconds. You wanna give in, but this is his birthday, for once you should be the one taking care of him.

His lips suck a soft mark on your neck, and you let out a gasp, that was all he needed to do and you’re instantly all his. You turn around, he finally lets you, and you look up at his purple eyes. He’s smirking his eyes already dark and full of desire. He looks like he wants to devour you whole, mark every part of you.

He reaches around you and turn the stove off, you already forgot about that part. You’re glad he takes responsibility.

“Do you have a preference?” He looks down at you, barely able to hold himself back. Your thighs press together, god he makes you feel so alive. You whole body is on fire, you want him so much. He stares at you with a certain look and your putty on the floor. His hands are still on your waist holding most of your weight with how weak your knees are.

“I don’t care, I just want you.” You almost beg, and his smirk grows even wider. 

“Jump.” You don’t care to think of his demand before you do it, he catches you in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock rubs so perfectly against your core, and you let your head fall on his shoulder at the stimulation.

He takes a few steps and places you on the kitchen island, you let go of his waist and he takes a step back to look at you properly. You’re wearing his shirt and a pair of panties, that’s it. Your nipples are pressing against the fabric, his gazes catch them. He licks his lips and looks back up at you. He’s holding himself back, you know the moment you give him the go, he’s going to be on you.

You press your thighs together, and he detect the small move instantly. You want him so much, if he doesn’t do something soon, you’re going to combust.

“Am I allowed?” His voice is strained as he stares at you wanting an answer. He looks so fucking hot when he’s desperate. You want to tease he him, say no just to make him a bigger mess. But you’re just as desperate as him, and it’s his birthday. So, who are you to deny him.

“Yes.” You pant, his demeanour and voice have you craving him so badly. He moves before you even finish saying the word, and his hand is in your hard. Moving you like he wants you, pulling you face towards his. He smashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is desperate, hungry, and feral. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open for him instantly. You fight for dominance for a second, but his other hand grabs your ass. You let out a soft moan and he uses the leverage to take control of the kiss. You move your hands to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He massages your ass with his left hand, while his right has moved back to take a good hold of your hair. Pulling your head back and move you like he wants. He has full control.

When you break apart your chest is heaving and you’re gasping for air. His lips are covered in your saliva, he licks them letting the taste of the chocolate, you put in the pancakes, hit his tastebuds. His head is above yours and you must look up at him, even though you’re sitting on the counter he is still taller. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his cock against the tiny piece of fabric covering your pussy.

His hand falls from your hair down to your aching core, he presses a finger against your bundle of nerves, and you moan.

“These panties are useless, you should take them off.” His hand moves to the waistband of the underwear and snaps the elastic against your skin. You let out a soft gasp and he slowly pulls them down.

“Lift your hips?” He says, it sounds like a question, but you know it’s a command. You press yourself up, so he can pull the panties off you. The cold air on hitting your pussy makes you gasp, and he pockets the panties, and you give him a look. He just smiles, playing it off.

His hand cups your boob and you whimper as one of his fingers softly grazes your nipple. His hand moves further down, gripping your thigh, and pushing your legs open.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He is looking down, his eyes now fixated on your core, and the way you are slowly dripping on the kitchen counter.

“We should get something to fill that pussy of yours.” His gaze doesn’t falter, as he keeps eyeing your hole. You reach out and take a hold of his bicep. Pulling his arm from your thigh towards your core, he doesn’t resist, and lets you move him like you want. As his fingertips graze your pussy lips, you let out a gasp. You are way more excited than you would ever admit, the way he has you feeling by just a look is almost scary.

“Do you want something princess?” His voice is sultry, as his ring finger runs over your pussy, collecting your wetness on his finger. You whimper at his words and the subtle contact from his fingers have you clenching around nothing.

“You’re so damn wet baby, you want me to help?” His voice is low as he says it against your ear, letting his hand cup your pussy. You gasp as his grip gets tighter, his other hand still on your ass pulling you harder against him.

“Please Sugu.” You whisper pathetically against him, he kisses your neck pulling another gasp from you as his teeth graze your soft skin.

“Someone’s needy.” He presses a finger into your core, pulling a whimper from your lips. His fingers are long and slender and easily find the spot inside you that makes you see stars. He presses against hit, and you moan while clenching around him.

“Let’s get this shirt off you, shall we?” He pulls at the bottom of the shirt you’re wearing, which is by pure coincidence his shirt. You lift your arms, and he pulls the shirt over your head leaving your chest bare.

“You look so perfect without clothes on, you should do it more often.” He chuckles and let his hand fall to your waist. His other hand is still working that spot inside you, making you moan and whimper.

“More… please…” You whine, and he chuckles.

“You want my cock? Is that it?” He asks mockingly, moving his finger in and out of you. You try to piece some words together, but the way his fingers hits that spot, makes it increasingly difficult.

“… I… uhm, I want…” You answer gets interrupted as he adds another finger, and you can’t help but moan. His digits pump in and out of you, while you try to piece together a sentence.

“Come on princess, speak. Tell me what you want? Be good and tell me what you want.” You cry out as his fingers hit your g-spot again.

“I just… ARGH!” His thumb has found your bundle of nerves, circling it roughly, as your scream and clench around his fingers.

“I know you can do it baby, you just need to take a breath and talk to me.” He says against your ear, softly biting the lobe. You take a deep breath and for the third time to try to make a cohesive sentence.

“Okay, I… uhm… I want… I want… I want you.” You finally get out, and his fingers speed up. Rewarding you for how well you did, telling you without words that he’s proud of you. His fingers pull out and you whimper at the loss, but he’s quick to move his fingers to your clit. He runs small circles on it, you cry out and as a desperate way to stabilize yourself you grab a hold of his bicep.

“Let me fill you up? Make you come on my cock, like the slut you are?” He bites down on your neck, and you let out a gasp, he smiles against the skin and licks the wound. Softly soothing the bite and he moans at the weak metallic taste. He pulls his pyjama pants down, letting you look at his already hard cock. The tip is dripping precum, and you want nothing more than him inside.

“You think you can take me baby?” He pushes the head of his cock against your greedy hole, moving it up and down collecting the wetness. He pushes against your clit, you moan, and your grip around his arm tightens.

“I can take it, please just… fuck… please put it in.” You exhale as he dips the tip of his cock into you, barely doing anything. The head only being in a centimetre or two, but the stretch already feels so good. He’s always been big, he has always filled you up so nicely. And no matter how many times he works you on his cock, you will never get used to his size.

“You sure you can take me, you can take me, if I just…” He pushes the tip further in, and you scream. The stretch is on the edge of pain, but he feels so damn good. He fills you so perfectly and he’s not even halfway in. His fingers are still working your clit, making you squirm as he pushes in further.

“You can take me, right? Can take all of me?” He teases pulling out and slamming back in. Bottoming out, and the only thing you can do is scream and moan, squeezing around him and drilling your fingernails into his arms. He leaves it in, letting you adjust to his size and letting you catch a breath.

“Oh, you could take me, what a good girl.” He smirks and looks down at you catching your gaze with his own. His eyes are dark and filled with so many emotions, love and lust are the clearest.

The only problem right now is that this is his birthday, you’re supposed to do something for him. Not the other way around. Any other day, sure. But not today.

“… let me do- do so-something, *gasp* for you.” His cock twitches at your voice and the feeling of him throbbing in you makes it extremely hard to concentrate.

“Yeah? What do you wanna do?” His eyes are studying you, trying to figure out your plan.

“Let me do… the- the- work.” You can barely keep your mind clear enough to make a sentence, you’re nothing but a stuttering mess.

“Alright princess, I’ll let you do the work, but there is a catch. If you can’t make yourself, come in the next ten minutes, ill tie you up. Deal?” He always has the worst ideas, actually the best, but you won’t ever admit that. You’re not going to lose in this situation, no matter what happens. It’s really a win-win situation. But for once you want to be the one taking care of him, so you’re going to do everything in your power to make you both come.

“Deal.” He smiles and lifts you from the kitchen top. You wrap your legs around his waist and his hands hold you up under your ass and he moves to the bedroom. He’s carrying you with ease, you weigh nothing to him.

He throws you down on the bed, and you let out a yelp. He crawls on top of you, caging you with his body. He presses his pelvis down against your exposed cunt, and you whimper at the contact.

“No, no, no.” He stops, scared that he did something wrong, and you send him a reassuring smile. You caress his cheek with your hand, and he leans into it.

“The deal was I made you feel good, it feels kinda like the opposite right now.”

“Nope the deal was that you were in control, but the goal was still to make yourself feel good.” You pout and he can’t resist that cute face. He places a soft kiss on your lips and the pout quickly turns into a smile.

“Okay fine, but I’m in control and I’ve decided I’m on top.” You say trying to seem stern, but Sugurus effortless dom-energy is kind of hard to top.

“Alright princess, how do you want me?” You try to flip him onto his back so you can get on top, but he doesn’t move at all. He leans down his lips right beside your ear.

“You’re gonna need to tell me what you want, or you’re gonna need to be stronger if you want to manhandle me.” He teases and you want to strangle him, in mostly a good way.

“Fuck you!” You almost yells, and his face breaks into a crooked smile.

“Is that a request?” His lips still right against your ear, makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Just fucking lay on your back.” You push at his chest, still laying under him. He could easily take control and do anything he wants with you. And you wouldn’t mind one bit. But you made a deal, and he keeps his word.

He sits back up, and throws himself down beside you on his back, so you can finally get on top. Your hands move to his chest and takes a hard grip before you swing your leg over him so you’re straddling him. His cock is just touching you and you can barely think straight. But you need to, if you’re going to win this, you need to keep yourself together.

You take his cock in your hand, angling it so the tip is pushing against your cunt. You slowly sink down, he has already been inside, but the stretch is still there. You sink further down, and he fills you up in a way that makes your eyes roll back. And he’s not even halfway in.

“You need help princess?” He smirks up at you, and your eyes find his. You don’t want his help, you can do this yourself. You know you can. But he knows how much you love when he takes control, and he can barely keep himself still. You feel so fucking good, not even fully seated. He would never admit it, but he’s just as desperate as you, maybe even more. He loves the feeling of your pussy, he loves the feeling of you, all of you.

“Baby if you don’t sit down soon, I’m not gonna wait for the ten minutes to pass.” You’re torn, fuck you want to be the one taking care of him, but for him to tie you up and fuck you till you can’t walk. Is a dream too. But you won’t give up, not when he’s finally letting you be in charge.

“I can do it… I-I-I can do it. I know I can.” You whimper as you press yourself further down, moaning and gasping as he fills you even more.

“I’m waiting princess, also you only have three minutes left.” He grins and the time running out has you trying to get down faster. You lift yourself up, to fall back down. His hips snap up into you. You scream as he finally settles inside, filling you up fully. A groan leaving his lips, as he finally bottoms out. His hands move to your hips, softly caressing your skin, soothing you with his soft touches.

“So good baby, you’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you. Feels so good on my cock. Fuck baby you feel so good.” His voice is close to a whimper, and you smile to yourself. Victory.

“Fuck Sugu, you feel even better.” You’re not daring to move, wanting to adjust to his size for a second. You slowly grind down, and he groans as a whimper leaves your lips. His pelvis pressing against your clit, makes you clench around him, and another groan comes from his mouth. You’re just about to lift your hips to slam back down when he interrupts.

“Times up.” He throws you around and you barely get to blink before he’s on top. Fuck you love when he manhandles you, throwing you around and moving you like he wants. Using you for his own pleasure, but always making you cum so many times you can’t keep track.

“Aww poor baby, you thought you could be in control? You thought you could take me? You thought you could make yourself feel good without my help?” His dick is still deep in you, and you clench around him at his words. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he groans and breathes heavily.

“Do that again, and you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” He says between clenched teeth, you whimper at his words and clench around him again, and you are not sure if it was on purpose or not. Maybe a bit of both.

“That was dumb, baby.” His hips snap back and sets a brutal pace. Hammering into you, making you moan and scream as his cock hits your g-spot again and again. The tension in your body is already building, your legs shaking and a stream of sounds leaving your lips. He has you so close to coming, almost instantly, and he does it with such ease. It’s almost scary.

His arms are caging you, while his hips are pounding you into the mattress. You are clawing at his back, certain to leave marks. He doesn’t care, he kind of loves them. Making sure people know he’s yours and you’re his. His lips find your neck, biting down, drawing a scream from your lips. He sucks on the bite, making sure to leave a prominent mark.

“Fuck princess, you close? I can feel you clenching around me, trying to hold me in you. You don’t wanna let me go, huh?” He groans against your neck, and the tension building in your body is so close to snapping. You just need a little more.

“Please Sugu, just a little more… I’m so close!” You scream the last part as his pace speeds up, and one of his hands find your swollen clit. Rubbing it in rough circles, his dick continually hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Fuck baby… come, please… fuck… come for me…” He’s almost whimpering in your neck as he begs you to come. He wants to feel you come on his cock, he loves the feeling so much. He loves you so much.

His cock hits your g-spot again, and that’s all you need. Your legs shake and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You scream and clench around him, your vision going black as you spasm. It hits you like a wave, as you continue to scream. He works you through your orgasm, not slowing the pace of his hips or the circling on your clit. You keep coming, not even being able to think as he continues his torture on your body.

You gasp for air, as you finally calm down. Suguru’s biting his lip, doing anything in his power to not come right there. Fuck he is close, he can barely move without busting his load in you. But you need at least an orgasm more before he can come. His hips have slowed down, and his attack on your clit has stopped. He is barely moving, trying to hold himself together. You notice the restrain on him, and in no way is that fair. You got to come, now it’s his turn.

You move your hips to make friction on his cock. Arching your back, so your pussy can take his cock. You clench around him, on purpose this time, drawing a gasp from his lips. He bites down on your neck to try and punish you for the bratty action. You whimper but doesn’t stop. Slowly working him towards an orgasm.

“You need to come Sugu, it’s your birthday.” You whine, feeling so overstimulated from his fucking. But nothing can make you stop in this moment. He needs to feel good. It’s his birthday after all. You can’t be the only one to feel good.

“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” He lifts his head so he can look down at you, his eyes wild as they find yours. You can see the desperation on his face, he wants to come so bad. He just wants to make you feel good first, he’s dumb if he doesn’t understand he already did.

“Please Sugu, please, please, please. You need to feel good. Wanna make you feel good. Please Sugu.” You murmur, still working yourself on his cock. The stretch feels so good, the way his cock drags along you walls. Fuck you never want this moment to stop.

“Come on, please Sugu. I’ll do anything, just tell me what you want me to do?” You whimper, trying to convince him to come. He stares at your face for a second, before a sinister smirk appears on his face.

“Anything, huh? You would let me do anything, make you do anything? You want my cum so bad?” His voice is deep and lustful, as his eyes scan your face.

“Mmh, anything.” You nod, trying to prove how much you would do for him. Fuck you just want him to feel good too. And if it made you feel good too, then no harm done.

“Then I think I’m gonna stick to the tying you up.” You shake your head at his words, and he stops in his tracks.

“What?!” His voice is stern, but with a hint of concern.

“You’re the one who needs to feel good, not me.” You mumble, and he barely hears you.

“You don’t think I’ll enjoy seeing you tied up, completely at my mercy. Not able to do anything, but take what I give you. Oh, baby you have misunderstood something.” His lips are on yours, pressing you into the bed with his weight. His hand is in your hair, angling your face like he wants. Attacking you tongue with his own. You moan in his mouth, and he swallows it hungrily.

“You can do what you want with me, but you have to feel good yourself.” You point your finger at his face, he takes it in his own hand and presses it into the bed.

“Deal princess.” He finds you other hand with his and presses them into the bed over your head. He takes them in one hand, so his other can run down your chest and grab a boob. You moan as he rolls the nipple between his fingers, bending down so he can suck it into his mouth. You moan at the contact, and as his teeth graze the sensitive bud you wanna pull him away. But the hand holding yours in place, makes it impossible.

“Let’s get you strapped in.” He moves up so he can reach the handcuffs hanging on either side of the bed. He pulls your hand to it and closes the restrain around your wrist. He moves over to the other side and repeats the action.

“Legs too?” He looks down at you, from the position above you. You nod slowly, and a smirk grows on his face.

“Good girl.” He pats your cheek, moving down to your feet to restrain them too. He secures the other cuffs around your ankles, and you’re now completely at his mercy. Not able to do anything without his help. He loves you like this, he can do whatever he wants with you, and you can only scream his name.

“Remember our safeword?” His smile is soft as he waits for you to answer, you nod.

“No, I need you to say it, to make sure.” His gaze is serious, as he waits for you to say the simple word.

“Pineapple.” You say clearly to make sure he hears.

“Good job princess, you ready? Want me to fuck you?” You whimper at his words, and nod eagerly which draws a laugh from the man. He climbs back on the bed, pressing a knee against your core. Drawing a moan from your lips, as he bends down to catch your lips with his own. He bites your lip, and you moan into the kiss. He smiles, he glides his tongue on your bottom lip. You open your mouth as on command, and he quickly takes control of the kiss. Not that you can actually fight back.

His hand is in your hair, pulling you closer against him. His thigh hits your clit, and you moan loudly into his mouth. He swallows the sounds hungrily, pressing his thigh harder against you.

“Fuck, your moans are so hot princess.” He pulls back, letting you breathe. You try to pull him closer with your legs, but the cuffs hold you down against the bed. He turns is gaze to look at your legs, smirking as he looks back at you.

“You want something baby? You seem a little eager-, no scratch that, -desperate for me.” His hand glides down your neck, further down your stomach, to stop right above your pussy.

“I’m betting on you being soaked, am I correct?” You don’t get to answer his question before his fingers dips into you, pulling a moan from your throat. He collects your wetness on his fingers, grazing your clit on the way up. You gasp and he lifts his hand to his mouth, licking your release of his digits. He moans at the taste, keeping eye contact while he sucks on his fingers.

“You taste so fucking good princess. But now I think it’s time to fill you with my cum.” He pull his knee back so he can lay his hips between your thighs, grinding his cock against your slit. You whimper as his tip hits your clit. You pull on the handcuffs, wanting to touch him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, baby you know that’s just annoying, if you want something, ask nicely.” He says it so condescendingly you can’t help but laugh.

“Something funny, brat.” He spits the last words, this no good, you made him annoyed. But you can’t stop, you love teasing him, drawing a reaction from him.

“Oh it’s just funny you think you can make me ask nicely.” You smirk and a sinister smile plays on his lips, his arms are caging you and he lowers himself, so his lips are right outside your ear.

“Baby, I can make you do so much more than just ask nicely.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you try to press your thighs together, but the damn fucking restrains keeps your legs open.

“I’m gonna make you beg for my cock. You’re going to be a moaning mess in five minutes, I can guarantee it, you won’t be able to do anything but scream my name.” You bite your lip, trying to keep the noises in check. Fuck he can’t know how much of an effect he has on you.

“I d-don’t believe it.” You try to say with the most confidence, but it comes out more like a whimper than a challenge. But he takes the bait none the less.

“You don’t think I can baby?” He takes his phone from the bedside table, he taps on the phone a few times. He turns it around so you can look at it, it’s a timer set to 5 minutes.

“I’ll turn this on, if you beg for me before the timer ends, I win. And if you can keep strong, you win.” His voice is like poison as he whispers the bet in your ear, you nod instantly. You know you’ve got this, it’s five minutes, you can keep strong for five minutes.

“Let’s begin.” He presses start on the timer, and it’s counting down. He puts it back on the nightstand, and all his attention is on you again.

Your position is still quite vulnerable, as his rough hands slowly runs over your body. His hands reach your thighs, massaging them roughly. You try to press them together, but the damn cuffs refrain you from doing it. His thumb presses down on your clit, and you can’t help a moan from escaping. You lift your head to stare at your boyfriends’ innocent expression, he smiles. He moves back so his head is between your thighs, smiling up at you before he licks your slit. You whimper at the feeling, and his thumb continue the small circles on your clit.

His tongue moves in and out of your pussy, making you clench around it. He laps at your juices, sucking and flicking his tongue. His thumb speeds up, and you moan throwing your head back, as his tongue licks your walls. He knows what he’s doing, he always did, he always knew exactly what to do to make you come.

He eats you out like a man starving, he tongue-fucks you, moaning and groaning into your pussy. The vibration makes you scream, and he only takes it as a sign to keep going. He keeps drawing screams and moans from you, he removes his thumb so his mouth can give attention to your swollen clit. He licks it softly, and its already too much. You’re so overstimulated, but this man doesn’t seem to care. He sucks the small bud into his mouth, softly grazing it with his teeth and you scream.

You clench around air, and fuck you want him inside. You want him to fill you up, just something to soothe the ache in your core. You bite your lip as he sucks on your clit again, you pull on the handcuffs wanting to take a grip of his hair. His eyes meet yours, and you can see his mouth and jaw covered in your wetness.

He looks so fucking hot like that, between your thighs covered in you. He continues his assault on your clit, and you can feel the tension in your body building. You lift your ass from the mattress, pushing your pussy in his face, trying to get the small amount of stimulation to tip you over the edge. He presses you down back into the mattress, his hand on your stomach, keeping you where he wants you.

“Don’t interrupt me.” He snarls the noise coming deep from his throat, and you don’t dare say something back. His tongue continues lapping at your clit, and you’re almost there. You’re moaning and whimpering and Suguru knows exactly how close you are. Your heels are pressing into the mattress, and your hands are clenched into fist.

“Come for me princess.” You don’t need to be told twice, and a final lick on your clit has you coming. You scream as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you see stars. Your legs shake and you wanna close them but to no avail. You arch your back, but he keeps you on the mattress. You whimper and scream as his tongue works you through your orgasm, sucking and lapping all your release from your poor pussy.

Your chest is heaving and you’re gasping for air, as you finally come back to earth. He lifts himself up on his elbows, your released smeared over his chin. He just grins as you look at him, a hand softly caressing your thigh.

“Good job princess, you did such a good job. I’m proud of you.” He moves up so he can kiss you, it’s soft and slow. Filled with love and affection. You can taste yourself on his lips, and his hand has moves up to hold your waist while the other is holding him up. He’s breathing heavily, his face right above your own. He sounds so fucking hot. He looks so fucking hot.

“What about you?” Your voice is small, you have been to occupied by your own pleasure, you completely forgot his.

“What about me?” He asks back, still only a few centimetres from you.

“You haven’t been feeling good.” You lock eyes with him, feeling almost guilty about the fact that you forgot about him. He laughs, a genuine, soft laugh.

“You don’t think I’ve felt good.” He flicks his fingers on your forehead, “are you okay in there? I felt fucking amazing, you make me feel so amazing, I don’t need to come to feel good.” He leans closer, his lips softly touching yours as he says.

“But if you wanna know, I was close to coming in my pants from just your taste and your moans. Don’t ever underestimate how good you make me feel.” You lift your head so you can press your lips roughly against his. He takes control instantly, making you moan into the kiss, as his tongue moves against your own.

“It seems like someone wants more, still?” He mumbles it against your lips. You moan against him, hoping that’s enough of an answer for him to take care of the ache inside you.

The timer going off interrupts you both, and you laugh. He reaches over and stops the annoying ringing tone.

“I won. I fucking won. Hehe.” You would do a victory dance if you could, but the damn cuffs.

“I guess you did princess, what do you want as reward?” You look up at him, a smiling curling your lips. He looks a happy, but a bit on edge, you know how much he hates to lose.

“I want you...” Your voice is small, and you can barely get the words out.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific baby.” He smirks, know exactly how much this affects you, and he know exactly what you want. He just wanna hear you say it.

“Fuck you.” You snap at him, and his smirk only grows wider.

“As you wish.” He moves his hips between your legs, pressing the head of his cock against you pussy. He doesn’t waste time and he quickly push into you. There is no resistance this time, and he easily bottoms out. You moan and clench around him, and he groans as you do.

“Fuck your pussy feels good baby, so fucking wet for me.” He mumbles, breathing heavily as he adjusts to the feeling of being inside you.

“Please move.” You beg and he whimpers into your neck as you clench around him, your pussy begging for some kind of friction. He moves, pulling almost all the way out before pounding back into you. You moan and he slowly pulls out again, dragging his cock against your walls.

He sets a rough pace, pumping into you. Hitting your spot again and again, your eyes roll back, and your vision goes blurry. He feels so fucking good, his cock feels so damn good. And he fucking knows how to use it. His hips are slamming on your pelvis, and the constant friction on your clit, from the way his pelvis rubs against you, has you fucking close again.

This man has a power over you, a power that makes you so damn weak. So damn quick. A whimper leaves his lips, and you know he’s close to. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him down, his lips meet yours. The kiss is desperate, and it’s kind of hard to concentrate on it. While his cock is beating your pussy, trying to make you a mess. You know he wasn’t kidding when he said you wouldn’t walk for a week. You’re not going to be able to walk at all.

“Please come in me Sugu, fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, please, come, fuck, please come in me.” You’re a moaning mess, and Suguru is way too close to deny you your reward again. 

“Only if you come with me.” His voice is rough, and his rhythm is getting sloppy, you know he can’t last much longer.

“Okay... FUCK! Okay, deal, deal, just please…” Your nails are scratching his neck, leaving prominent marks. His hand moves down to circle your clit, his hand is brutal. He doesn’t care about anything but your high, he needs you to come, before he even thinks of himself. But he can’t hold it in much longer. He needs your release.

He grinds his hips against your pussy, and the friction on your clit, makes you come immediately. You scream and claw at his back, whimpering and moaning as you squeeze around his cock. He lets himself go, and his cum paints your walls white. He groans and whimpers as his head is buried in the crook of your neck. He is pressing his pelvis against you, enjoying the moment of bliss as your pussy spasms and he continue to fill you up.

He lets his weight fall on you, relaxing into your touch. You softly scratch his back, barely able to keep your eyes open. He snuggles closer to you, his arms wrapping around your torso. His dick is still stretching you out, he may have a tiny bit of a breeding kink, with the way he loves to fill you with everything he’s got.

The feeling of him all around you, is the feeling of home. You feel so safe in his arms, and you could drift off to dreamland.

An alarm goes off, his high pitched and you both groan in unison.

“Don’t wanna get up.” He mumbles against your skin, and you laugh softly.

“If there’s a fire we need to get up.” You try to push him off you, but he’s too damn strong.

“Sugu, fire. Up. Now.” He groans but slowly gets up, he takes a deep breath and his face contracts in a grimace.

“It’s smell like the thing burning is in here.” You let out a yelp, desperately trying to get up.

“Fuck, no, no, no, the damn croissants, I made you croissants. They’re in the oven. I… fuck!” You stand up, but your legs immediately give out. Sugurus’ arms catch you and a soft expression is painting his features.

“You’re so cute baby, let me take care of it.” He makes you sit down in the bed and leaves to take care of the mess you arranged. Fuck you’re dumb sometimes, but to be honest, it’s all Suguru's fault. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have been distracted.

Maybe the end is a little rushed, but I'm really happy about it turned out. So I hope you liked it <3

[malereadermaniac]

Bug-a-boy ~ Luka & Adrien x Male Reader

Idk about this one... but I wanted to write it. Basically a miraculous holder reader x adrien and luka College Au: Luka - 19 / Adrien - 18 / Reader - 18 word count: 1.2k m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

Your college class is huge

But it's to be expected, you do go to the most popular college in Paris

You share the class with a group of friends that came from Francoise Dupont

Luckily, the groups appointed leader befriended you pretty early into the year

Marrientte Dupain-cheng was the kindest girl you knew

And her friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien and Sabrina weren't too bad either

Actually, you liked them a lot, and you were glad that they wanted to be friends with you

There was also this other guy from the year above, Luka

You didn't talk to him much, but the others were fond of him

But the few times you two did talk, he was nothing but calm and welcoming

All in all, you love your college and your friends

However...

The one setback to coming to Paris for school, was the Akuma's

After Hawk-moth's fall, a new owner of the Butterfly miraculous came to power

But to counteract that, Paris has its own team of Miraculous bearers

The only problem was, currently, Paris has no ladybug...

During a massive fight against a very powerful, akumatized villain, Ladybug was hit, and her powers disappeared

Well, not literally, she remained transformed, however the villains power made it as if she were a regular adult wearing a superhero costume...

After sending Chat Noir, Rena Rouge and Viperion off to distract the villain, a now powerless Ladybug was running over to your college

After swapping out her miraculous from the Ladybug to another one, "Ladybug" finds you, hidden inside of a locker

"AHHHH! ANOTHER VILLAIN!" You shout, not recognising Ladybug with a new miraculous

"Not quite, (y/n)" she chuckles

"It's me, Ladybug. But my miraculous has been rendered useless..."

"Oh... I'm so sorry, Ladybug, wish I could help you somehow" you sympathise

"There is." Ladybug looks into your eyes with determination

"(Y/n) (L/n), here is the miraculous of the Ladybug, it offers the power of creation. I entrust you with this miraculous to fulfill my role while I can't, after that, you're to return these earrings to me - understood?" Ladybug explains with a grin

"Yes, Ladybug! I won't disappoint you"

After putting on the earrings the kwamii appears, explains the whole shtick and you get going

"Tikki, Spots on!" You shout and then you're set

"Once I'm fixed by the miraculous ladybugs, I'll use the horse miraculous to teleport you back to me, okay?"

"Of course Ladybug!"

And you were off, using your yo-yo to swing around the streets of Paris until you reached the action

A now powerless Rena Rouge trying to distract the villain as Chat Noir and Viperion try to figure out a plan while fighting the thing

"What the fuck..." Chat mumbles when you catch his eye, waving at him in a coy manner from a roof top

Both men watch you, confused as you jump down to them

"Who are you? Where's Ladybug??" Viperion questions frantically

"She decided to pass her miraculous onto me for a little while until we solve this little issue"

"Fine by me as long as you know what you're doing, bug-a-boy" Chat noir slyly remarks as he leans on his pole

"Bug-a-boy... I like that" you giggle and then get to business

Immediately you call on your lucky charm

"Yep, defiantly a real Ladybug holder haha! What you gonna do with that bugg-a-boy" Chat noir laughs as you hold onto a seemingly useless looking lucky charm

"I do, actually!" You say with a smile

"Just follow my lead boys, if you can keep up" you chuckle as you use your yo-yo to swing into action

"Damn, that boy has more charisma than you Chat Noir" viperion chuckles

"He does, doesn't he..."

The two of them follow you quickly

"Rena! I'm gonna need you to get that thing under the arc-de-triumph!" You shout as you wizz past

"I'm on it"

"Viperion, once that villain" is under the Arc, use your second chance immediately please"

"Of course bug-a-boy" viperion smirks

Chat Noir looks at you smugly

You start to mark X's on the Arc using the bucket of paint your lucky-charm gave you

"I can see where this is going" the black cat chuckles

"Then you know when and where to use your cataclysm, kitty noir" you tease and spring into action when you see Rena Rouge and the villain coming your way

Once the villain is under the Arc, you use shout for Chat noir

He heads to one of the marks but before Chat can call his power, Viperion shouts

"Not that one! Try the one below it"

And so, once Chat Noir cataclysm's the Arc, it crumbles to pieces and buries the villain, one of the pieces crushing his akumatized item

"Bye bye little butterfly" you say with a chuckle, as the 3 other hero's watch you

The 2 men chuckling as a faint blush cover their faces

"Not a bad job for your first time, bug-a-boy"

"Do you really need to flirt with every Ladybug holder, Chat?" Rena jokes

"Yeah! Look at him, he's creeped out by you, he'd much prefer a snake over a cat" Viperion joins in

"What is up with you two"

"Haha, I like this team.... Miraculous Bug-a-boy!" You shout as you throw up the lucky-charm

5 seconds later, a portal appears next to you

"Good work, everyone!" A horse miraculous bearing Ladybug pops out

"Ladybug?!" Everyone questions

"Good job picking this one, Ladybug" Viperion chuckles as he puts an arm on your shoulder

"I look forward to seeing you soon again, mi'lord~" Chat Noir teases as he kisses your hand

"That's enough Chat Noir, you'll see him soon enough!" Ladybug chuckles as she brings you through the portal after your goodbyes

After handing back the miraculous, life went back to normal, except that Ladybug started to call on you more often, but with a different miraculous this time

Life at school was normal as always

However when you were out with the hero gang, you'd noticed Chat Noir and Viperion becoming cosier to you than they were to the others...

Like when Chat Noir started bringing you roses every time you were called on

Or one time, Viperion used his second chance to have "a perfect conversation" with you during patrol with you

You were flattered, but a little worried that the two were taking it too far

It had gotten to the point where the two of them were fighting, passive aggressive remarks and even disrupting fights against villains with their arguing

That was until Ladybug struck then a deal

"I will tell you his identity if you both stop this bickering, its becoming a problem. If you don't, I will take your miraculous"

Of course they both agreed

And that's when your school life changed as well

Because Adrien and Luka started bombarding you during your school day

Adrien already sat next to you in class, but during lunch Luka was on you like a snake to a rat

You were getting overwhelmed, but then again you loved the attention you were getting from them

After all, you hadn't ever had a boyfriend, this could be a nice change

Soon, the two of them started noticing that the other liked you

So they decided to combine their efforts

"Which one of us do you like the most!?!?" The two of them shout at you in frustration after weeks of trying to win you over

"I... I don't know! Okay?! I like you both... I don't wanna hurt one of you by rejecting you for the other"

"Then.... date us both?" Luka suggests with a smile

It took some convincing but the two of them managed to convince you

And life has been so much better since

[hypernova-writes]

RED Roses.

Synopsis: Having a crush on your bestfriend is not for the weak of heart, especially when he's nonstop talking about how much he likes another girl. Doesn't help the feeling that's building up in your chest, threatening to end your breath.

Type: Angst, Hanahaki Disease Au.

Pairing(s): RED! Scout x Reader, Scout x Miss Pauling.

Tags: Hanahaki Disease, mentions of blood, unrequited love (at first..), mentions of death, vomit, arguing, let me know if I miss anything!

Listen to while reading: Teardrops on My Guitar by Taylor Swift.

Author's Note: This was based on a dream I had a few nights ago! Hope you all enjoy, might turn this into a series! So I'll leave a poll at the bottom to see who you all want next!. This is not proofread and I may go back and change things later!

Having a crush on your best friend was NOT for the weak. You had to be ready to listen to your friend continually talk about another woman that he liked, or one of his many little escapades. “Man Miss Pauling is so amazing~!”

“Yo did you see the way she looked at me? She is totes in to me dawg.”

You sigh as you could feel your chest beginning to tighten. You could feel your breathing start to get heavier as you sat back in your seat. You were coming back from a contract with Scout, Heavy, and Engineer, and you sat in the back of the RED truck.

And you were MADLY in love with Scout.

Now some of the other mercs who knew (Spy, Engineer and Medic) called you stupid, how could you fall in loe with someone like him? A selfish, egotistic asshole who only thought about himself or the next way he was going to get his dick wet.

But with you, Scout wasn’t anything like that. He would tease you back and forth, constantly hanging out with him and it made you feel…wonderful. It was a relationship uniquely yours, no one else understood what you and Scout had.

Yea you knew how he felt about Miss Pauling, and how he had worked so hard to set up a date with her, and how he’s been trying to get with her since forever. But some silly part of you still waited and wished that someday it would be you and him.

You just loved him so much….

“Y/n.”

So much so that you ignored the feeling growing in your chest.

“Y/n?..”

That you ignored the flower petals that started to appear in your vomit. Ignored the constant dry heaving and the thorns that felt like they were latching onto your throat. Threatening to steal your breath away the longer that you would—

“Y/n!!”

You jumped from your daydream, seeing that you all had reached the base and that Heavy and Engineer already went inside, leaving you and Scout inside the truck.

Scout chuckles as he looks at you, a lop-sided grin crawling onto his face. “Whatcha dreamin’ ‘bout back there? Dreaming of how awesome I am?” He teased and you felt your face flush as you rolled your eyes. “N-nah..just tired from the mission.”

You go to stand up and your body felt weak. You stumbled a bit and Scout had to catch you, he smirks a bit. “Damn! Didn’t know that I had my own best friend fallin’ for me..” Scout jokes until he sees your face. He helps you fully to your face until he gazed at you. “Whoa Whoa whoa. Why are ya so pale? You sick or somethin’?” Scout asked suddenly and you couldn’t really bring yourself up to speak before you quickly went out of the truck to vomit.

Scout watched as you writhed in pain, he witnessed the Flowers come from your throat, covered in blood and bile, full flowers spilling onto the concrete. You placed a hand on your chestas you cough violently, you staggered as you finally stood up, wiping your mouth.

“S-sick? No i’m fine Scout.” “Fine? Fine my ass! You jus’ puked up fuckin’ roses!”

You ignored him as you slowly made your way into the base, you could feel the pain building in your chest. It was coming back up and you needed to get to the bathroom, but Scout was hot on your tail. “Aye! Don’t ignore me! Ya need help! Lemme help you.” Scout barked as he caught up to you easily, you weren’t moving that fast to be honest, but Scout felt like he was moving two times faster after seeing how weak you were.

“Come on! I’m your best friend! You can tell me anything!”

You groaned as you tried to push him away, you could feel your ability to breathe starting to get harder, you leaned against the wall looking over at Scout. “I..i can’t…”

Scout seemed to get angry, You were hurting! You were sick! And he felt as if it was his duty as a friend to make sure you were okay! After all, you made sure he was alright.

Whenever he would get hurt real bad during a battle you were always there to clean him up and cared for his wounds. When he would be rejected by Miss Pauling, you would take him out, buy him things to help him get over it. Nights were he would have nightmares about not being enough, about being called weak, you were always by his side.

So why wouldn’t you tell him what was wrong?

“The fuck you mean ya can’t? Y/n, this is serious! Come on, i’m taking you to medic.”

Scout wasn’t giving you any chance to deny his help. He easily lifted you into his arms and started carrying you to the medbay. You were getting weaker, and Scout could tell. He didn’t like this. He wanted his happy and bustling friend back. 

You were looking up at him, eyes halflidden as you tried to focus on breathing. You couldn’t tell Scout how badly it hurt due to the vines working their way up your throat, stealing your breath each time you wanted to speak.

Scout kicked open Medic’s lab, spooking the Doc who was relaxing with his Doves. “Scout! Don’t jou know it is rude to burst in like zhat!”

“Don’t care! Fix her! She’s throwing up flowers!” Scout placed you on Medic’s table as the man was scrubbing in. “flowers? Vhat, are jou talking about?” Medic asked as he walked back over, he stood over you and saw that you were now out cold, positioning his Medigun above you so that you wouldn’t feel anything.

“Yea! She just started puking beside the van! You gotta fix ‘em! I can’t lose my bestfriend.” Medic glances at Scout before he makes him back up. “Jou need to calm down Scout. I believe i know vhat’s wrong. But i vill have to check..”

Medic prepares and Scout can’t help but hover as he watches Medic starts working on you. It’s a few quiet tense moments before Medic sighs.

“I had a feeling Zhis is vhat it vas..”

“Huh? What is it Doc? Is she gonna be okay!? You-”

Medic allows him to see, showing roses wrapped in her chest cavity, thorns and vines were all in her chest, ensaring her lungs and preventing her from taking deep breaths. 

“Hanahaki.”

“Hana-What now?”

Medic walks back to prepare to get the Scissors. “Hanahki Disease. Once thought to be a fictional disease. Comes from feelings of unrequited love. Very dangerous if left uncontrolled, Death usually happens.”

Medic looks over your chest, the flowers are deep, meaning that you had allowed this to fester and bloom for months. He'd seen the pictures of how people looked after they died from this disease.

the flowers would just continue to grow, turning the hosts body into some macabre flower garden.

"Unrequited love, allowed to bubble and fester, leading to loss of breath, zhe ability to breathe, dry heaving and coughing up flowers, until...ultimately..death

Scout’s eyes widened. Unrequited love?

“Don’t that mean she likes someone that doesn’t like ha back?” Scout asked worriedly as he took off his hat to run a hand through his hair.

Medic nods, “prescisely. She’ll die if whoever she loves doesn’t return her feelings. But another vay is to surgically remove them, then she’ll be alright. “

As Medic goes to start removing them Scout stops him.

"Woah woah! Can't there be another way Medic! This just..seems a lil barbaric.." Scout says as he watches as Medic pauses. "I just said how, vho ever she loves need to return her feelings."

“Well wa-wait..Do you know who she likes Medic?” Scout asked and Medic sighs. He stands up straight glancing over his shoulder. Medic sighs as he places the scapels down.

“She likes you Scout.”

"Haha, funny joke Medic. But i'm serious here!"

"I'm as serious as a heartache. She likes you."

Scout stops for a second as he allows what Medic just said settle in  his head. Her..His best friend? Like him?..Scout could feel himself getting sick.

“S-so.it’s my fault she’s like this?..”

“Ja, Basically.”

Scout glared at Medic for how blunt he was, but his eye’s then went to you, laying on that table, barely breathing. He walked up and looked down at you, he sighs softly. “Y/n..you fuckin’ idiot..” Medic gave him a moment. “Hurry up, as i vill need to sew her closed.”

Scout nodded as he looked at your face. “You gotta come back..who’s gonna run laps around those suckas with me?..Who’s gonna binge watch shitty movies..or have snack runs to the kitchen at night..” Scout’s voice trails off as he raises his hand to feel your face.

“Who’s gonna love me..Like you do..?”

Scout grabs your hand, which was still but warm. He grips your hand tightly as he crouched down beside the medical table.

He felt so stupid..how could he not see the signs that his own best friend liked him!? It was so obvious. The way she jumped to help him whenever he had an issue, or how she would be his nurse whenever he was ill. It was all out of love..

"Fuck..just come back to me Y/n..break outta this.."

"C..cause..I..i..."

"I love you.."

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You don’t remember much from that day.

You do remember jolting up straight up in medic’s lab, your hand going to your chest. You looked around locking eyes with the male. 

“Did..Did you..?”

“No, zhough i did take some flowers so i could do some research~, never have I ever seen zhis condition in real life..”

You sigh as you get off the table, you give him a thankful wave before you go to find Scout. You had to thank him. 

You made your way to Scout’s room, waving to the other mercs who waved back, telling you that they were glad to see that you were up. You thanked them and smiled at them as you finally made your way to Scout’s room.

You pushed open the door, “Scout?..Can i talk to you?..” His room was dark, his tv playing an old vhs tape was still on as he was curled up in bed. You could see his body moving in a way that he was…crying?

“Scout?” Your voice spooked him as he jolted up, he rubbed his eyes and he gave a soft grin. 

“O-oh shit, Y/n! Y-you’re alright..Y-you..you’re here..” Scout’s voice trailed off as he looked at you. He watches as you walk over, his eyes scanning to make sure that what he was seeing was real.

He hops from where he was and rushed over to hug you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He nuzzles his face there before tightening his grip.

“*I-i thought i lost ya..*” Scout mumbles, you smile softly as you wrap your arms around him, You rocked him side to side. “I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere..”

“Yea..Medic told me everything..and god I-i really am stupid aren’t I?”

“Well…”

“Hey!”

You giggle as you made him look at you. “I’m okay..the flowers are gone..so that means you feel the same…”

Scout nods as he leans down to press his lips against yours. The two of you stay like that for a while as he holds you. He needs to hold you, after spending the night worried about you, crying, breaking shit and blaming himself for everything.

“Hey..after this, can i get ya some real flowers? Without the blood.?”

“Sure you can..I’d love that.

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[sophswritingthings]

listen… seen a lot of the trope where mizu pushes away / distances off from the reader to avoid attachment. yeah that trope…. except eventually mizu falls HARD for the reader but the reader thinks that she hates them so they avoid her and just hangs out with ringo instead cooking food and preparing medicine. 👀

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, angst for all you weak sapphics..... like myself

a/n: yo I read this and I swear I grabbed my chest IN PAIN

summary: you were so convinced that mizu hated you. she hated you with a passion to her heart; but you learn that is the farthest thing from the truth.

word count: 1,410 words / 7,420 characters

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mizu was sure from the day that she met you; that she felt something for you. it was deep inside her heart. it weighed her down like the weights on her body.

she couldn't get too close though. she spoke to you rarely, only doing it when she needed to. she kept her distance. she couldn't be attached to you; she had a purpose to fulfill. a purpose she couldn't have people getting in the way of; especially not you.

but she definitely noticed you. oh, god, did she notice you. those beautiful eyes, the way your hair fell on your shoulders. the flower you wore in your hair. she had no clue what it meant; but it meant something. she wanted to know, dear god, did she want to know.

she had fallen for you, and at this point, it wasn't something she could deny. she wanted to deny it--damn it, did she want to deny it! but she couldn't. it was a love so close to her heart that it had a grip on her. a grip that wouldn't loosen.

but it still couldn't distract her from her mission--so she pushed you away. she pushed you so far away, it had convinced you that she hated you. hated you with the same fiery flame that she hated the man who made her. the men she was sworn to kill.

so you opted to spend your time with ringo; mizu's sweet and kind hearted "apprentice" not that mizu would ever admit she did have him as her apprentice, and that she did enjoy his company.

why'd you have to fall for this hard ass of a samurai and not a sweet soul like ringo?

you sighed, sorting through herbs and spices with the young man. you glanced at him. he had known mizu longer, if only for a little longer. maybe he would know something of the woman.

"ringo, i have a question," you brush your fingers across his arm, catching his attention. "what do you know of mizu?"

"what do I know of her? well, I feel we know the same amount," he chuckled, turning back to his bowl of herbs and spices as he mixed and mixed. "a skilled samurai and a fierce warrior."

"well.. yes, I know that," you murmur, handing him another bottle of spice. "but... emotionally. what do you know of her.. emotionally?"

he hummed in a gentle "hmmm", "she doesn't open up very much, (y/n)."

"hence why I thought maybe you'd know," you sigh. "I think she hates me, ringo. I really think she hates me."

"hates you? why, I--"

he stopped himself. god, why did he stop himself?

"ringo..." you whisper, "what--do you know? all I need to know is she doesn't want me dead."

"of course she does not want you dead," he chuckles.

you take in a sharp inhale, "well, that much is good," you laugh with him. "has she... she hasn't said anything else, has she?"

"she does say how annoying you are. how annoying your pretty face is, your pretty eyes and your distracting smile--"

ringo pauses again. seems he realizes he's said too much.

you scoff, "you're fucking with me," you hiss. "she--she couldn't of said that. no, not mizu. she'd never say that."

"I would never lie to you, (y/n)," ringo raises an eyebrow at you. "you are my best friend."

fuck.

fuck. fuck!

ringo was maybe the most honest person in the entire world. you knew he wasn't lying to you. not that you didn't want to hear it, but...

"I, um, thank you, ringo."

frankly; you didn't know what to make of the information. could you just approach mizu and tell her? no, that'd never work. she'd deny everything in a damn heartbeat.

"you.. wouldn't mind me telling you something, would you, ringo?"

"of course not!" he smiles that bright smile.

"i.. really like mizu. like.. in a love, kind of way," you blushed brightly. "I always thought she hated me."

"can I tell you a secret?" he giggles, leaning into your ear. "I think she likes you in a love way, too."

the words were music to your ears.

you were going to talk to her, and you were gonna do it now. you gently patted ringo's head as you stood up.

"thank you ringo," you smile. "im... gonna go talk to her."

"yes!" ringo chirps, smiling, "(y/n) must tell master how she feels."

you giggle, "and I will. I'll be back!"

you slip out of the room, finding mizu getting ready to soak in the bathroom in the house they had been staying at. the two of you lock eyes, for a moment, before she disappears into the room fully.

you follow. god, you followed her. were you actually looking to make her hate you?

"um, mizu," you clear your throat, catching her attention. she was half dressed, now, her binded chest now exposed to you fully. she looked to be reaching for her hair.

she nods her head to acknowledge your presence. "(y/n)," the way your name rolled off her tongue made your heart race.

"I had just been speaking to ringo, and--ive.. decided you speak yo you about something," that was when you began undressing. you removed the flower in your hair, slipping out of your kimono and wading into the water. you might as well do this somewhere she didn't have access to her sword.

she looks at you with a puzzled expression, her eyes following the curves of your body as you get into the water. she does the same, dropping the rest of her clothes and getting in the water. she keeps her distance from you, though. half way across the bath.

"and what is so important that you have decided to bathe with me?"

you chuckle nervously, your eyes trailing her body. she looked so damn good soaking wet.

"you see.. i.."

you just needed to go for it.

"I am.. I find you attractive, mizu, and I believe it like you in a.. romantic, sense, im not going to hold that in anymore." you inhale sharply.

she looks at you with wide eyes. she had spent so long pushing you away, and yet here you were, confessing to her--

it hit her.

--ringo.

"what did ringo say to you?" she narrowed her eyes.

she had accidentally said so much stupid shit to her apprentice. what of it had he repeated back to you, and how deep of a hole was she in?

"tell me exactly what he told you."

you nod a little.

"h-he said you said that said I had an annoyingly pretty face.. a-and eyes, and a distracting smile--"

fuck. she did say that.. didn't she?

"he is dead to me," she grumbles under her breath. she sighed, gazing back at you. "but I digress."

surprisingly, she slid closer to you.

"I happened to say those things," one of her hands climb under your chin, titling you head up to meet her eyes. "is that.. a problem?"

you're face turns beat red when she touches you. you were so used to her staying so distanced it caught you off guard.

"it.. isn't a problem, no," you whisper. "I was only wondering.." your gaze slowly drifts away from hers.

she jerks your head to gaze at her again, "wondering what?"

"if you felt as I did," you murmur, gazing at her. "you.. made me feel as if you hated me."

those words stung. they really stung. that was never her intention.

"I apologize," she shifts a bit closer. "that was never what I meant to do, (y/n), it is only that... I cannot get close to people out here, for fear that they will be injured. or get me hurt. or that they will leave me."

you nod. understandable.

"I understand," you whisper. "but I have no intention of letting any of that happen."

her words light a fire inside her heart. a confidence, a passion.

she pulls you close, her hands cradling either side of your face. she presses her lips against yours, the kiss gentle yet filled with an unspoken desire. one she had carried for months...

you hummed, you hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind the samurai's ear.

she pulls back a little, a rare smile crossing her lips.

"will you do me the honor of being mine, then?"

"I certainly will."

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a/n: crying screaming throwing up

[twola]

Yo yo yo! I have a request. Do Arthur x f!reader where he's teaching her to fish because Hosea/Dutch has found out shes weirdly squirmy about fish but she's being a reluctant brat about things and Arthur loses his temper 'GODDAMMIT wOmAn!' Style. Make its as unhinged smutty as you please (so a LOT 😏) Thank you! 😘😘😘

Ooh. Well now - I do not like fish that much, so this isn’t a stretch for me 😂 This was super fun!! I hope you enjoy.

Gone Fishin'

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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As Arthur reaches the end of his convalescence after his run-in with Colm O’Driscoll, Hosea has a task for him - teach one of the girls how to fish. The task, he finds out, is a little harder than he imagined. Also, he’s a little harder than he imagined. 

Lemoyne was warm. Warm and humid, buggy, and miserable. Arthur’s work shirt stuck to his skin, even after shedding his full union suit underneath his clothes, he’s still too damn hot. 

He’s hot and bored.

The pain in his shoulder is just a niggle at this point, but Grimshaw refused to let him go work again, even though the wound has closed up, scabbed over, and is scarred with new pink skin. 

Three more days, Grimshaw pointed at him, and with that tone that he knew he would catch hell from her if he disobeyed.

But he’s past languishing under the shade of his tent. Idleness may suit a drunk like Uncle - but not a man like him. He is a man of action.

He needs to do something. Or he is going to go crazy.

-

“Oh, come on, dear. It’s relaxing.”

“Hosea, I don’t do fish. I don’t like eatin’ them, and I sure as hell wouldn’t like catching them.” You huff, standing at the end of the dock. 

Hosea sits next to you, a fishing pole in his hand as his feet dangle over the side of the dock. You fiddle with your skirts as you gaze out at the lake, the water glinting in the afternoon sun.

“It’s an art, dear girl.”

You scowl down at him, “Fish are disgusting.” 

He laughs, “Oh, you. We’re on a lake, you’re gonna have to get used to fish real soon, missy.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. It’s hot, and you wear just a simple white chemise top tucked into your cotton skirt, baring your arms and decolletage to the sun, a welcome opportunity after almost freezing to death in the Grizzlies. 

Hosea looks back toward the camp, where he sees Arthur mulling about. An idea strikes him, genius, as his ideas often are. He stands up, and waves over to the recovering gunslinger, “Arthur, c’mere! Got somethin’ for you to do!”

“No- Hosea,” you whisper harshly, clenching your fists in your skirts, “What are you doing?”

Arthur approaches the end of the dock, running his hand through his long beard, not having shaved in weeks at this point. “Hosea,” He grunts, then looks to you, “Miss.”

“Dear, you need to learn the fine art of fishing. And Arthur over here? He needs somethin’ to do other than sit around pissin’ off Grimshaw.” Hosea waves his free hand toward the camp,

Hosea claps Arthur’s back with his free hand, then turning and tugging you toward the gunslinger on the dock.

“Now you kids take the boat and get on out there, it’ll do both of you some good.”

“Wait wait, wasn’t it you and Dutch makin’ fun of me for the trout incident? I shouldn’t be teaching anyone how to fish.” Arthur shakes his head.

“Nonsense, boy. You caught plenty last time we went out. Besides, it’ll get you out of camp.”

“Fine.” Arthur groans, grabbing the fishing rod from the older man’s outstretched hand.

“Hosea-”  You whine, but your benefactor nods his head, cutting you off.

“Go on.” 

You roll your eyes, following Arthur as he steps into the rowboat moored at the dock, taking his outstretched hand, and helping you step into the small boat.

“You kids have fun now.” Hosea waves, a smile on his face.

Arthur grunts, picking up the oars and pushing off from the dock. You sit in the bow of the rowboat, scowling, as Arthur rows away from the camp, scanning the horizon. A hushed quiet falls as he guides the boat southbound, the camp becoming smaller and smaller as he rows deeper out into the lake.

“Why do you want to learn how to fish?”

“I don’t.” You huff, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Then why the hell are we out here?” Arthur stops rowing, a scowl also settling in on his face.

“Cause you can’t say no to Hosea.”

“Looks like neither can you.”

An awkward silence settles in between you.

“Well, we’re out here now. Might as well make the best of it.” Arthur says, pulling the oars into the hull of the boat and picking up the fishing rod. He holds it out to you.

You let out an exasperated sigh, refusing to uncross your arms.

Arthur grumbles, adjusting the hat on his head, before drawing the rod back and pulling a feathered lure from his pocket, placing it on the hook. He casts the line further out into the lake. 

“Didn’t really plan on fishin’ today, otherwise I’d have some live bait - worms or crickets or whatnot.” He turns back to you, tugging on the rod slightly, glancing back as the lure bobs in the water.

You glower, scrunching your nose at the mention of live bait.

“I hate fish.” You grit out.

“Oh, hush.” Arthur chides. The line pulls, and he feels something bite.

“Here ya go!” He pulls back the line, the fish hanging in the air. With a grin, he swings the pole in your direction, the bluegill flopping on the line, getting closer to your head.

You scream, standing up in the boat and batting the fish away from your face, causing Arthur to jerk to the side, dropping the fishing pole in surprise. The boat violently bobs side to side with your movement.

“Goddamnit, woman!” Arthur yells, nearly falling over the side of the boat as he tries to catch the pole that you batted away from him.

“I told you I don’t like fish!” You screech, sitting back down slowly as the boat bucks. 

“That’s it, Christ; you’re such a goddamn brat!” Arthur throws the pole within the hull of the boat and grabs the oars, thrusting them into the water forcefully. He heaves the oars, forcing the boat forward as he angrily pulls and pushes back toward the shore, breathing heavily as he propels the boat through the water.

“Arthur - wait-”

“Waste of my goddamn time,” He continues, fuming. It actually feels good to work his muscles like this.

“Arthur!”

By then, it’s too late. The boat hits a sandbar and beaches itself, and the speed at which Arthur was rowing causes the boat to lurch violently, sending you flying forward into his body, and you both tumble to the hull of the boat, a jumble of limbs and your skirts.

Arthur pushes you up, and you nearly fall backward with the force of his shove.

He swears as you get your footing, sitting up and looking for the oars as he pulls himself back up to his seat.

The oars are nowhere to be found. He probably dropped them when he beached the damn boat. Actually, as he squints, he sees one floating away from the sandbar, back toward the middle of the lake.

“Shit.” He curses.

“You idiot.”  You sneer at him, lifting your boot to find it wet with lakewater, a hole having sprung in the bottom of the hull, the wood splintered as water rushes in. You hike up your skirts as the level of water rises within the boat.

Arthur jumps out of the boat, grumbling, looking this way and that as you climb out as well. The sandbar the boat is beached upon is on one of the small islands off the shore of the lake, a good fifty feet to the mainland. He curses to himself as he looks back into the boat, the hull filling with water.

“Now what?” You ask critically as you let your skirts down, following him as he stalks along the island’s shore. 

He doesn’t answer, looking around at the sandy ground beneath his boots.

“Watch out for the snake.” He points at the ground next to you, and your eyes dart downward as a brown water moccasin slithers by.

You scream, jumping toward him in fear away from the snake as it glides away into the water, and in a jumble of limbs, you’re somehow climbing the man as he stumbles backward.

“Get me out of here!”

Arthur tries to have some sort of propriety as he tries to regain his balance, but it’s hard when the only hold on you he can get is to loop his hands under the backs of your thighs. You’re clutching at his shoulders, trying to get yourself off of the ground, and end up finding purchase on him by wrapping your legs around his hips, your skirts askew as you pant in terror.

“Fuckin’ stop-” Arthur grunts, stumbling backwards, finally losing his battle with gravity as you and he tumble into a sand dune. His hat flies off, rolling on its rim in a circle, finally settling a few feet away.

Of course, of course, it couldn’t suit him to land in any kind of proper or decent way. No, no, he had to land completely on top of you, slotted between your hips, your skirts creeping up while his traitorous, immature, villainous cock swells at the pressure of his weight against your clothed cunt.

The air has been knocked out of your lungs, but beneath him, you gasp as he tries to move. Your knees frame him, skirts fallen to your hips to show your skin. Your arms are still thrown around his shoulders as he tries to push himself up, his hands slipping in the sand, causing him to crumble down on you, his hips fully pressing down on yours.

Shit. Shit.

He’s trying to think of anything - rotten meat, Uncle’s laundry - anything to stave off the growing erection tenting within his pants. But alas, he is a slave to his own biology, as his cock stiffens and his blood rushes into his groin.

You stare up at him. His eyes dart away in embarrassment, a blush deepening on his cheeks.

Then, you do something that throws him even further into this pit of arousal he finds himself in.

You slowly roll your hips against him and he cannot help but to let out a low moan in response and press his swollen cock against you harder.

Christ, your hair has fallen from its bun, spread out on the sandy soil of this island like some sort of halo.

Two minutes ago he wanted to throttle you. Now, underneath him, he wants to make you gasp and cry and oh, to say his name in a high whine-

“Fuck-” he curses, but before he can go any further, your hands move from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and you pull downward gently - not enough to move him, but enough to give him permission.

He waits for a moment, searching your wide eyes, your open, wet lips, and in that moment, he throws caution to the wind and leans down to slot his lips against yours. You continue to roll your hips against him, crossing your ankles over his back in a surefire sign of what you wanted, whining into his mouth.

And fuck, if he wasn’t going to give it to you.

As he leans back on his knees, sliding his arms from around your waist, he paws his suspenders down and starts unbuttoning his pants, desperate to free his swollen cock. He grunts with a hint of satisfaction as he pulls his length from his pants, closing his eyes as he strokes himself several times. He faintly recognizes your squirming beneath him, and when he’s opened his eyes again, hand still on his cock, he’s struck by what he sees. You’ve shimmied down your bloomers, skirts flipped up and over your hips, pooling across your waist.

Your folds glisten with moisture, and his hips jut forward near uncontrollably, his cock seeking out your warmth, his body yearning to bury itself within your hips.

“Y- you sure-?” One last chance - one more opportunity to back away from the precipice - to realize that you are both being ridiculous - one second ready to kill each other, the next…

“Arthur please.”

Well, there goes his reservations.

One of his large hands spreads out over your hip, the other around the base of his cock, and he presses the swollen, dripping head of his cock against your folds, trailing downwards as he parts them to your opening, groaning in pleasure as he slips in half an inch.

His hand leaves his cock as he leans back over you, arm landing next to your shoulder, as he gently presses his hips forward, sliding in as you shut your eyes in overstimulation. By the time his hips press against your own and he’s sheathed in you to the hilt, your eyes flutter open as you let out a breath you were holding. Arthur’s other arm comes up to bracket you in, his mouth hanging open as a strand of his honeyed-brown hair falls forward between his eyes.

He lowers himself down to his elbows to press himself completely against you, seeking out your lips again as he bucks his hips forward, causing you to mewl into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head, fingers threading into his long hair, grasping it tightly as he settles into a rhythm of rolling his hips back and forth.

You pull on his hair and he groans, thrusting hard into you in response. Seems like you aren’t over your surly mood. He finds a hard and punishing rhythm, again feeling good to work his muscles after his convalescence.  It had been much longer than that since he’s worked these particular muscles.

“A-Arthur-” You moan loudly as he continually strokes that spot within you. He grunts in response, pulling his cock nearly out of your cunt before slamming his hips back into you.

You shriek in pleasure, and for a moment he’s thankful he’s marooned the two of you on this island yards away from the shore of the lake.

“Y’gonna come for me?” He harshly whispers into your ear, “Y’gonna come on my cock?”

That does it.

You cry out, back arching against him, head thrown back into the grassy dune, a high keening sound that makes him moan helplessly in response, gyrating his hips as your cunt clenches hard around his length, warm and wet and perfect.

“Fuck - fuck - woman…” He groans, rutting forward as you come down from your high, his cock pulsing and covered in your warm slick, and he is forced to pull himself from you, gliding out as he sits back on his knees and starts to pump himself.

You look up and god, is he a sight. His hips buck forward as he strokes his length, his mouth hanging open and muscles of his abdomen clenching under his shirt tails. A low moan escapes him as his other hand flies to cover the head of his cock, and he comes with his eyes screwed shut, looming over you.

He pants, for several moments, before opening his eyes. You sit up, needing, needing more, and you loop your hands around his neck again and pull his lips to yours, pressing your tongue into his mouth. He grunts in surprise, but leans into the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours.

You pull back, a smile creeping across your face, and as he opens his eyes, he cannot help the same.

“Is that how your lessons always end?” You laugh as he tucks himself away with his clean hand, leaning to the side to wipe his other hand in the grass as a half a smile creeps across his face.

“Only when the student is difficult.” He rumbles, tucking his shirt back into his pants as you start to pull your skirts down over your thighs.

“Mm.. I do remember you offering to teach me to shoot before Blackwater.”

Arthur arches an eyebrow as he rebuttons his pants and slides his suspenders back up. “Y’gonna be a brat about it?”

“Of course.”

He smirks, reaching for his hat on his knees. You push yourself up to stand, shaking your skirt free of sand and grass as you look for where you tossed your bloomers in your fit of passion.

“Arthur.”

“Mhm?” He replies, running his hand through his long hair before placing his hat back on his head.

“How are we going to get back to shore?”

-

Hosea smokes a cigarette sitting by the scout fire, the sun having gone down some time ago.

He’s starting to feel a niggle of concern that the two of you aren’t back. The both of you can certainly take care of yourselves.

You’re stalking back toward your tent, your clothes soaking wet, hair plastered down your neck. You refuse to give Hosea even a passing glance as you head back to the women’s tent.

Hosea arches an eyebrow as Arthur walks closer, also fuming. Also soaking wet. The gunslinger looks at Hosea briefly before carrying on.

“Lesson didn’t go as planned.”

[amesvertes]

90210. m. o'hara

synopsis ¬ in which the anomaly on earth - 90210 isn't what miguel thinks it is, but that might just be a good thing.

pairings ¬ miguel o'hara x fem! spider person

author's note ¬ yh, i was listening to 90210 while writing this, so what?

miguel watches from a nearby rooftop, waiting for any sign of disruption to appear, his cue to swoop in and catch the anomaly unguarded.

this isn't the first time there's been a complaint regarding this particular anomaly, hell, there's a box of them in his office. why? because everyone he's sent here has failed. but, it can't be that bad... can it?

that's when he sees it, a body running across the building next to his.

he takes off after the person, his loud footsteps making his presence known as the anomaly momentarily looks back.

but as they do his eyes widen, the threat is a spider?

he gets to lost in thought to see which way the spider turns as he chases after them, running through a dark alley.

miguel grunts in frustration as he enters a clearing, his target no where in sight. he turns off his mask pinches the bridge of his nose in between his fingers as he curses under his breath. the location he started at was the only trace of them he had, now he has no idea of where they might be.

so he calls it quits, sighing as he opens his mouth to summon his ai, her name on the tip of his tongue before a sound from his side catches his attention.

but before he can fully turn around a figure runs towards him and a hand wraps around his neck, the force of the tackle almost lifting him off his feet before he gets slammed onto the hard concrete ground.

he curses at the impact, face twisting in pain before it turns into a snarl, his fangs bared at the person above him.

so imagine his surprise when he sees the face of a woman, her face twisted into the same predatory snarl, nose scrunched up and everything, her own fangs glistening in the moonlight and her eyes glowing a slightly similar red to his. imagine his surprise when he sees you.

"i'm tired of you people coming after me." you hiss, your voice the only thing entering miguel's ears as he stares up at your face.

but he recovers quickly, his own hand wrapping around your neck and pushing you off of him. you lash out at each other, your sharp long nails and his talons swiping at each other's suits.

"stop - fuck- stop it!" he grabs your arms and presses them against your chest, hissing down at you.

you hiss back, chest rising and falling as you try to break free from the position you're in, but he only presses down on your arms harder.

"what do you want?" you snap, eyes glaring up at his.

"you are a threat to the multiverse, i need you to come wi-"

"no." you interrupt him, causing him to glare down at you. "don't interrupt me when i-"

"i don't care about you and your friend's bullshit about the fate of the multiverse. all of you can go screw yourse-"

your cut off by miguel quickly lifting you up by your arms and slamming you back onto the ground. you groan in pain, flinching as he gets closer to your face.

"i don't give a damn about whatever selfish reason you've pulled out of your ass for you not to care about the fate of the multiverse. i'm not asking you to come with me, i'm telling you."

he speaks with so much venom and authority a look of slight shock passes over your face before it returns to it's previous irritated one. "well, i'm telling you, i'm not going, and you can't make me."

a dry chuckle leaves his throat as he looks down at you, his expression even more darker than it was before. one of his talons moves to the neck of your suit, hooking itself onto the material before he drags it down with a swift motion, tearing the fabric open to expose your neck and shoulder.

"what the fuck?!" you glare up at him, starting to resist him once again as you thrash this way and that.

he bares his fangs at you once again, slowly lowering his head to the crook of your neck. his eyes belong to those of a hungry animal, staring at your exposed skin until his breath is flush against your skin.

"that's not your choice to make..."

you cry out as his fangs pierce your flesh, groaning as his venom makes it's way into your bloodstream and your limbs slowly turn into heavy bricks.

he slowly releases his bite, licking the blood off his teeth and lips as he stares down at you.

"what did you... do...?" your voice comes out as a lazy slur, your eyes drooping with every breath you take as you try to move, but to no avail.

"i made the choice for you."

miguel watches as your eyes close, a satisfied look crossing his eyes as he takes in your features.

he stands up shortly after, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"lyla? take us back."

© amesvertes.

[pedrotonin]

THE TOUCH OF YOU

Paring: Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: You just wanted to have a look, that's all. And now there's an arrangement and you desperately want to touch Joel, but he doesn't let you.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: Oral sex (both m and f receiving) P in V. Basically, just porn with a tiny bit of plot (if you squint hard enough).

A/N: English is not my first language. If you spot any bad mistakes, please feel free to message me.

You stroll through the few streets Jackson has to offer. Bored out of your mind, no idea where to go, what to do. You used to work at the tiny supply store run by Tommy and his wife, but Tommy caught you stealing last week and fired you on the spot. Over a simple magazine, unbelievable. You wanted to read the damn thing and return it the next day, but he wouldn't have it. Told you you should have asked him, and yes, you should have, but you didn't think it would be such a big deal. The main reason for taking it without asking though, was because it had been an erotic magazine from the eighties. You could only imagine the look on his face when he would've found out that's what you wanted to bring home with you.

Construction sounds float across the street and you walk towards it without thinking, ending up in front of Tommy's house, his two feet stick from underneat his porch. The perfect opportunity presenting itself. You can tell him why you didn't want him to know about the magazine and you can do so without having to look him in the eye. He'll understand, maybe he'll even give you your job back. Worth the shot!

"Tommy?"

No answer, you try again.

"Tommy? Listen, about that magazine..."

"Hm?" he acknowledges you.

"Look, I'm really sorry for not asking you about it, but you know, it being an erotic magazine," you almost whisper the last two words and a fake laugh escapes you. Jezus, this is hard, your face feels like it's on fire.

"Look, I'm not a thief, I just needed to...wanted to, you know, have a look."

He scoots from beneath the porch with a grunt and stands in front of you. Only...it isn't Tommy. It's his older brother, Joel, with a shit eating grin across his face. His plaid shirt is unbuttoned at the top, sweat dripping from his hair, to his neck, down into his shirt. Fuck.

"Where's Tommy?" you ask, not meeting his eye.

"Workin'. Doing your old job, I recon," Joel replies, while he uses the bottom of his shirt to whipe the sweat from his face, revealing golden skin, a slight tummy and a happy trail you can't help but follow with your eyes.

Maybe he didn't hear your confession from his postion beneath the porch. Maybe he-

"So, you wanted some alone time with a filthy magazine, sugar?"

Shit, so he did hear you...

"'S'okay, we all do once in a while," he smirks, leaning against the porch railing.

"No! I just, I just wanted to have a look. That's all!"

"Sure."

You look at his face and find his eyes dark, skimming over your body. Clearing your throat, you mumble your goodbyes and all but run from him. The audacity of this man, unbelievable.

When you close your front door you rest against it, out of breath and cheeks still on fire. Did that really happen? You can only pray that Joel won't tell Tommy. You don't know him very well, but from the stories you heard, he seems like an asshole. A very handsome asshole, unfortunately. Probably best if you stay indoors for the rest of the day.

Goddamn magazine.

A few hours later you wake from your slumber on the couch. Was there a knock on your door? You sit and listen. Just to be sure you open the door, and there, on your little welcome mat, lies the magazine. You quickly grab it and look around, but the street's empty. You stare at the little booklet. What the fuck. This must be Joel's doing. When you flip it around, a piece of paper falls out and flutters towards the ground. You catch it.

- here's your chance to have a 'look'.

Yep. Definitely Joel.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the magazine untouched on your kitchen table. You don't want to give him the pleasure. Or yourself, for that matter. This whole thing is getting way out of hand. You go to sleep without looking, not even so much as taking a peek.

The next morning there's a knock on your door again. This time there's definitely somebody there. The knocking continues and you open the door just a fraction to find Joel standing in front of it.

"Mornin'" he says, "sleep well?"

The stupid lopsided grin on his face angers you to the bone. You're about to slam the door in his face, but he beats you to it. A strong hand forces the door open and before you know it he's walking past you into your livingroom. What the?

You leave to front door open, grab the magazine and throw it at him.

"Get out and take this with you!" you snarl.

He doesn't move and opens the magazine.

"You made yourself come looking at this?" he asks.

Wow, crude! You can't believe he said that! He's holding up the magazine for you to see and it's the first time you actually see the inside of it. The picture is of a woman on top of a man, riding him, her head thrown back in pleasure. Christ, you didn't expect it to be so grafic!

"What? No! You pervert! I didn't even open it!", you cross your arms over your chest.

"Now get out."

"No? Shame. It's a good edition, this one," he shrugs and shows you another page.

A woman sitting on the edge of a bed, her legs spread wide and a man on his knees in front of her. His mouth devouring her.

"This is my favorite," he tells you.

Your eyes widen, your heart almost bursts out of your chest.

"Why?" you blurt out. It's the first word that comes to your mind and you immediately regret saying it out loud. You don't want to have a conversation with him about this!

"Why? Because I fuckin' love doing this. It's my favorite thing. I could do it all day. I would do it to you. I'd fuckin' love to. You only need to ask, darlin'."

Your mouth opens, closes, opens. What? What did he just say? Your brain short-circuits.

Joel walk towards you and puts a finger underneath your chin, gently closing your gaping mouth. He then rips the page out of the magazine, and puts it on your kitchen table.

"Think about it."

Then he casually walks out and closes the door behind him. You just stand stand there, blinking. Looking at the door, to the table, to the offending piece of paper laying there. You grab it and shove it into a kitchen drawer. No, wait, you don't want to keep it. You should throw it away, or burn it. Yes, that's exactly what you're going to do! But once it's in your hands, you can't help yourself... you take a look. If you squint a little, the man looks like Joel, the woman like y- No!! You crumple it and get on with your day.

That night, when you lay in bed, your mind starts to wonder. Would it be so bad if you'd let him? You have very little experience. Somebody tried it once after you'd asked him, but after a few seconds he said he didn't like doing it, didn't like the taste. It made you feel very insecure and after that one time, you never let it happen again. Told the guys who wanted to go down on you, it wasn't your thing. But truth is, you'd love to know what it would feel like and Joel did say it's his favorite thing to do. You start to imagine what it would be like with him. What it would feel like. His face between your legs, gripping his curly hair, his tongue deep inside you. You gasp as you feel your pussy throb. You swing your legs over the side of your bed and walk towards your livingroom. After a short search you find the crumpled piece of paper underneat your couch. Taking it with you to the bedroom, you slowly unfold it. You make yourself come twice. And when you wake in the morning, you're still feeling needy and make yourself come again. This repeats itself for 3 days.

You must talk to Joel.

You find him on his front porch, drinking coffee, reading a book. He doesn't look up when he greets you.

"Mornin'"

"Morning."

This is hard. You practiced this conversation in your head a million times, but now he's actually in front of you, only silence fills your brain.

"Can I help you, darlin'?" he asks, closing his book.

"I- I just want to..."

He stands and opens his front door.

"Come inside."

He steps inside and when you follow he closes the door behind you. You just stand there looking at him like a fool.

"Coffee?" he offers.

"No," you reply. "I came here to...ask you...if you w-" you take a deep breath.

"Yes?"

"Did you mean what you said, Joel?"

He's catching on straight away.

"I'd love nothing more," he's dead serious. "Is that why you're here?"

You hold up the crumpled piece of paper and his eyes darken. He puts his empty cup in the kitchen sink and takes your hand. Slowly turning you around, he grabs your shoulder and gently pushes you into one of the wooden chairs. Taking the paper, he lays it on the table for you to see, then he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you.

"Joel, ha!" a nervous laugh escapes you, "you really want to do this right n-"

"Yes."

He puts his hands on your knees, gliding them up towards your thighs, taking the fabric of your summer dress with them. Then his hands go to the inside of your thighs and back to your knees, slowly spreading your legs.

You bite your lower lip, your fingers gripping the armrests.

He scoots a little closer, bringing his face in between your legs. His nose rubs you through your panties and he lets out a soft moan. You feel yourself getting wet. He must feel it too.

"Been thinking about this every night," he murmers against you. "Can't fuckin' think of anything else."

One of his hands pushes your panties to the side and his fingers slide over you. Your eyes close and a whimper escapes you. He flicks his tongue against you and moans. The sound vibrating against your clit. Your hands fist into his hair and you grind yourself against his mouth.

"So wet already, fuckin' delicious," he slurs.

And that's how it begins. And about an hour and 6 orgasms later, he stops. Not because he wants to, but because you can't take it any more. Your hair is plastered to your face, sweat running down your neck, your legs shaking, the muscles tense and sore. His head rests on one of your thighs, his eyes are closed and he looks utterly content. His mustache and beard are glistening with your juices.

"Joel?"

He opens his eyes.

"Hm?"

"You want me to return the favor?"

He smiles and stands, taking your hand.

"No, s'okay. Let me walk you back to your house."

You're confused, but too tired to argue or ask him about it. So you let him help you to your feet and hold onto him as he walks you back to your house.

It turns into an 'arrangement' of sorts. When you feel needy, you go to him. No words needed. He takes you inside and eats you out until you scream for him to stop. He never comes to your house, and he never asks for anything in return. Always turns you down when you offer.

As time passes, his refusal to receive is driving you crazy. Because he won't let you touch him, you want it more than anything. He's on your mind 24/7. You want to seek him out daily, but you resist the temptation, trying to minimize it to 2 or 3 times a week. It's been 2 days and you're already squirming in your seat. You'll go to him today, and you will ask him about it.

He sees you coming and opens his door with a grin. You sit on the chair, it's the routine, but before he can drop to his knees, you cross your legs. The motion stops him, confuses him.

"Please, sit," you point towards another chair. "I want to ask you something."

He gives you a stern look, but sits down. One of his eyebrows raise while he waits for you to continue.

"I was wondering. Is there a reason you never want anything in return? Is it not working anymore?" you gesture towards his crotch.

At first he just looks at you, blinking a few times, then he chokes, his hand covering his mouth, and then....he starts to laugh. Out loud for christ sake! The rich sound of it echoes through the room. You stare at him, it was a serious question.

"It is working just fine, baby."

He goes to stand in front of you, ready to drop to his knees again, but you're not done with this conversation yet.

"I want you, Joel."

He looks down at you, an emotion you can't identify crosses briefly over his face, but then he shakes his head and it's gone.

"No. You don't."

You touch his stomach, but he flinches away from you. With his back towards you, he starts to breathe heavily. What is going on?

"You don't want me. You don't know me. You don't know the things I've done. I don't deserve it." He turns around again, but he doesn't look at you.

What is he talking about? You raise your hand again, an unbearable need to touch him, to comfort him consuming you, but he puts up a hand to stop you.

"Don't. "

You rise and the both of you stand in front of eachother awkwardly. He runs a hand over his face and you fiddle with the seem of your dress.

"Look. We either continue like this, or we don't continue at all," his voice sounds strained.

You look him up and down. Slowly shaking your head.

"No, please, Joel" you whisper.

He shakes his head and the look he gives you almost makes you change your mind, but you turn around and walk out of his house, out of this arrangement. You need time, time to make Joel Miller accept your touch. For him to enjoy being on the receiving end. You keep walking and don't look back.

Two weeks pas. Three weeks pas. You're working again. Tommy came to your house last week, said he had overreacted and offered you your job back. You have no idea if Joel had anything to do with it, you haven't seen him since your last encounter. The need to seek him out is almost overwhelming at this point. You can think of nothing else. Your job's providing you with much needed distraction during the day, but during the evenings and nights...he's all you can think about.

You haven't come up with a sollution yet. How to convince somebody to be on the receiving end of sex. Ha! Even saying it in your mind sounds ridiculous.

The little bell next to the door shimes, signaling a customer. You look up to find Joel standing in the doorway, his gaze already on you. You stare at eachother for a good few seconds, before he walks in and grabs a box of rusty old nails. He places it on the counter, not meeting your eye.

"These, please."

You wait for him to look at you again, but he won't.

"Joel, I-"

He starts talking at the exact same moment, interrupting you.

"Please, come see me after work?"

You nod while he gives you a once over before storming out of the shop. The box of nails left untouched on the counter.

You leave 5 minutes early, freshen up and put on a nice dress. Convincing yourself it's not for practical reasons, but just to look nice.

He's on his porch, waiting for you. His shoulders relax a little when he spots you, like he was afraid you wouldn't show up.

"Hi."

"Hi."

He opens his door, and you enter, but once inside you're not sure what to do. Do you sit on one of the wooden chairs? Are you both going to pretend nothing happened? Will you sit on his couch? Or maybe you should just stand here and wait for him to make the first move? You choose the latter.

He's nervous, you can tell. His hands are everywhere: in his hair, touching his neck, removing imaginary lint from his clothes. He clears his throat.

"I miss you," he shakes his head and groans. "No, fuck. I mean, I miss our arrangement."

"I do too, Joel"

"Then why didn't you come to me?" he looks almost desperate.

"I want you to get something out of this as well and -."

"I do! I told you, I love doing it," he interrupts you, becoming frustrated.

"and I want to touch you, Joel."

He puts up his hands in defeat, groaning.

"Fuck," he hisses. "I already told you I don't...I can't."

"Yes you can. Just let me, please."

He turns to face you again. You can see his resolve starting to crumble a little.

"If you don't like it, we can stop."

"That's exactly the problem... I will like it. I know I will, and then I'll want more. And I don't deserve that. I always fuck things up. Or you will die on me and -"

He stops himself, he said too much, you can see it in his eyes. He's angry at himself, angry for his blabbering.

He walks towards the kitchen and his hands grip the counter, turning his knuckles white.

He's staring out the window, probably remembering things from the past. After a while his breathing becomes shallow. He's having a panick attack, you recognize them all too well.

You slowly approach, waiting for him to acknowledge your presence behind him. He doesn't, so you lightly touch his shoulder. He doesn't flinch this time, but you can feel his muscles tense. He looks sideways to your hand, confused as to why it's there. You glide it slowly towards his bicep, he allows it. And then, you throw all caution in the wind as you step into him as your arms wind themselves around his waist, your head rests against his back as you hold him. He doesn't move, doesn't even breathe, so you tell him to.

"Breathe, Joel. Just breathe".

The breath he was holding, leaves him in a big sigh and you feel him slowly start to relax in your arms. His shoulders drop and one of his hands folds over one of yours, keeping it in place. The other's still gripping the counter.

You stay like this for a couple of minutes, untill Joel's breathing is mimicking yours. Calm and even. What happens next is something you didn't expect. He turns around, facing you, and after a moment of contemplating, he suddenly hugs you back. One of his hands slides around your waist and the other tangles in your hair, while he molds you against him. He lowers his head so his face rests against your neck and he breathes you in. You stroke his back with one hand, his hair with the other. After a while he pulls back and looks at you. Almost reluctantly, you take a step back. You smile, but his face stays completely serious.

"I will come back tomorrow."

He nods and there is it: a smile. Albeit a little one, it's still a smile. He opens the door and when you walk pass him, he lightly touches your shoulder.

The hours go by ever so slowly. No customers to distract you, only your own treacherous thoughts.

One hour to go and you already can't take it anymore.

The bell chimes and you look up to find Joel marching towards you. His eyes dart around the store, searching for other customers. When he finds none, he grabs your arm and walks you to the little back room.

"Joel? What are y-"

He closes the door, and before you can finish your sentence, he spins you in his arms, pushing you against the door.

"Joel?"

"Couldn't wait any longer," he murmers against the top of your head.

You expect him to kiss you, or drop to his knees, but he doesn't....he just holds you. One of his hands strokes your back, while the other is around your neck, pushing your face against his chest. He smells so good. Woody, smokey, strong, masculine.

You stand there for about 5 minutes before he releases you. You look up at him, finding his gaze already upon you. He brings his right hand to your face to put a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek.

The bell chimes again. Of fuckin' course.

Joel motions for you to enter the shop, while he leaves through the back door. You wait 'til he's gone before you walk back inside to find Tommy looking for you.

"Hey. Have you seen Joel?"

"Nope."

Half an hour to go.

He isn't on his porch like usual, so you knock and wait. After a few knocks, just when you think he isn't home, the door opens and he's there. He showered, his hair's still wet and slicked back. He's wearing a dark denim buttom up with the sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular forearms. God, he's so handsome.

You sit on his couch this time, with him right next to you, manspreading, his knee almost touching yours. You're immensely aware of his presence, his body, his heat, his scent.

"Listen," he begins, "this thing," he gestures between you and him "it's not easy for me."

You nod, don't want to interrupt him.

"I don't deserve you,"

There's so much you want to say, but you remain silent. Taking in his pained expression, you can tell he's struggling. He's a man that doesn't like to talk about things.

"and I should probably let you go, but I can't," he pinches the bridge of his nose and scoffs.

"I'm a selfish motherfucker."

"I don't want anyone else, Joel."

He looks at you and shakes his head.

"You should darlin', you really, really should."

You scoot towards him. Slinging your left leg over his left thigh, leaning into him.

"But I don't."

His hand starts to stroke your shoulder. His expressive brown eyes seek yours as he leans in and whispers in your ear:

"Then touch me, damnit."

You let your head rest against his chest, angling upwards so your lips graze the underside of his jaw. Your hand starts to slide over his chest, over his stomach, his thigh. His head falls back against the couch, his mouth opens and his breathing speeds up. Your mouth latches onto his neck, your tongue laving avainst the little bitemarks you leave. Sitting up a bit more, you bring your mouth to his ear, while your hand ghosts over the prominent bulge in his jeans. Earning you a low groan. Oh, how you dreamed about this.

"You okay?" you whisper in his ear, licking his lobe.

He turns his head sideways and his lips find yours. He kisses your bottom lip and then he swipes his tongue over your top lip. You gasp at the sensation and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

"Hmm, s'good, baby," he murmers against you.

His hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, pulling you on top of him. His hands grab your ass as he guides you over his hard cock. You grind against him and he stops kissing you, instead looking into your eyes while he grunts with each trust of your hips.

Much to your frustration his hands suddenly disappear from your body, as he stands and grasps your arm, yanking you towards his bedroom.

"You're supposed to touch me," he grins as he walks your towards his bed, "not the other way around."

He sits down, spreads his legs and waits.

You don't need any further encouragement. Getting on your knees in front of him, making quick work of his fly and sliding his jeans down. You palm him through his boxers while he strokes your cheek.

You bring your face close to him and gently start to kiss his lenght, enjoying the little moans and hisses that escape him.

"Fuck," Joel groans, "please."

His plea shoots straight to your very core, he's desperate for your touch. Finally.

Your fingers slide underneath the elastic waistband and you push his boxers down, freeing the most beautiful erect cock you've ever seen in your life. He's big, but not overly so. Slightly curved and uncircumcised. A beautiful big vein runs along the side and you lean in to follow it with your tongue, all the way up to his weeping head. He leans back on both his arms, moaning your name with an involuntary trust of his hips.

You take the head into your mouth, gently sucking it, not moving down yet. Your tongue swirling around it and you let your spit dribble down his length, coating him. The sounds he emits make your pussy clench, the need to touch yourself almost overwhelming, but you resist. You never imagined him being so vocal, it's a major turn-on.

Your right hand cradles his balls, while you take him further into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, your left hand curling around the lower half of his shaft, pumping.

"Fuck," Joel moans above you.

His hips start to move, meeting your mouth, and one of his hands fists in your hair, but he doesn't pull you towards him. The noises that fill the room make you blush. The wet sound of your sucking, slurping, combined with both of your moans.

"I need more," you say while giving his head a last lick.

"Take it, baby, take it," Joel whispers.

You push down your panties and slip of your dress. Joel's eyes widen at the sight of your naked form. Then you reach for the buttons of his flanel, undoing them one by one. Revealing his tan, gorgeous body. A slight spatter of dark hair covers his chest, his nipples are dark and his slight tummy is rapidly moving while he's struggling to breathe. You take his jeans and boxers and slip them off. The both of you stare at each other for a few seconds. Taking the other in. Then he scoots back and you climb on top of him, pushing your soaking pussy against his hard cock. Gliding your wet lips over his lenght, while his hands grip your hips.

"Sweetheart," he warns.

With a slight angle of your hips, his head is suddenly right at your entrance and you lower yourself. You're so wet, he bottoms out in one thrust. Falling against his chest you need a minute to adjust. It's been a while and Joel's not exactly small. Once you feel your body relax you push yourself up, placing both of your hands on his broad chest. His hands are on your ass, kneading, stroking, his cock deep inside of you. Joel needs more too, his hands now griping your arse and helping you move on top of him. He puts his feet on the matress for leverage and takes over. Fucking you hard. You try to meet his trusts but you can't, falling helplessly against his chest. Your orgasm is approaching, your pussy contracts around him. He feels it too.

"You gonna come for me baby? Fuck yes. Please come, please."

His brutal pace combined with his pleas send you straight over the edge. Your body freezes, your pussy fluttering and squeezing around him. He doesn't stop his movements, chasing his own high. Your slick starts to run down his cock and onto his stomach.

"Joel," you moan.

He pulls out of you and his hot cum splashes on your ass. His eyes squeeze shut while he groans your name. You feel another orgasm building from just looking at him coming undone.

When he finally opens his eyes to look at you, you take his hand, and guide his fingers inside of you. He grunts and starts thrusting them in and out of you while crooking them a bit. When he puts his thumb on your clit, your second orgasm almost hits you immediately. A slight stream of liquid gushes out of you onto his stomach. You fall fowards and he holds you, one hand around your back, one hand in your hair. His fingers gently moving inside you until he's sure you're done.

"Sorry, that never happened before," you whisper against his chest. You're so ashamed you don't dare to look up.

"Baby, don't fuckin' apologize for it," he murmers in your hair. "Fucking hottest thing I've seen in my life. Goin' to explore it some more later."

When you open your eyes, you're confused as to where you are, but then memories of last night flood your mind. Joel holding you against him, stroking your back, you must have fallen asleep.

Rolling onto your side you check if he's still in bed with you. He is. He's on his stomach, head resting on one of his arms, awake, looking at you.

"Hi."

"Hi."

You reach for him, but you're hesitant. He notices and takes your hand, planting little kisses on the inside of your wrist.

"Are you okay?" you ask him.

"Yes, you?"

You lean in untill your lips almost touch his.

"More than okay," you whisper against him before stroking his bottom lip with your tongue.

He grabs you and rolls you onto your back, positioning himself on top of you.

"Turns out I was just a little touch starved," he pushes the head of his growing erection against your already wet folds.

"Let's remedy that," you meet his hips and he moans before kissing you.

"Fuck yes".

[2frosty4you]

Crushing on You [Demoman]

mmm scottish (demo is probs one of my fav mercs ngl) | Demoman x Fem!reader | 301 words | masterlist |Request/Ask box

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I am a firm believer that you would need to be close friends with demo for him to catch feelings, or if you’re caring for him while he’s drunk or injured; the butterflies bottled in his stomach are gonna come through.

Demo would always be drunk from that point to even talk to you, you make him nervous and the only way he knows how to solve that is via scrumpy

He’s got his stomach pumped 5 times by medic already

He rambles about you while drunk, be it you don’t really know if its about you but you can make out your name through his drunken slurred words.

If you carry his drunk ass to bed? He’s gone the moment someone mentions it.

Drunkenly kills the enemy mercs for you; he saves you from half their team, takes a swig from his scrumpy and falls over.

Very calm and laid back (this is a lie his is nervous but doesn't show it) 

Shows off his grenades and explosives to you.

Shows you his eyelander, if you dare praise that haunted sword he will lock it in a crate from jealousy.

“Headddsssss?”

“Nah yo spooky bitch, takin me love from me”

He calls you 'love' when he's drunk, don't mention it to him.

Takes you to meet his mother and god damn she keeps raving about you and him getting married.

“Oh shut up and let them talk travish”

“Mum!?”

You and his mother end up close, if your class is close to demo’s then shes more interested but if you’re strong and smart she’s betting on the two of you getting together, no matter how old or blind she is.

He would confess to you if hes EXTREMELY DRUNK, when he’s stressed he drinks so if you find him in this state he’s gonna ramble about you and mutter out a confession.

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[shadowofroses]

Rejected idea

Trigun

Reader x Vash

Warning: afab reader, itsekai, Vash is a flirt, mechanical worker Reader, reader has some scars and high pain tolerance.

Summery: I wanted to do a Itsekai Trigun wise, and I realized there was a better way to go about it, and now have a hard time working with this idea. Currently, but will be carrying the Reader idea over to the new one etc, but I wanted to share what I did cause I did like it.

Story idea:

You lifted yourself from the vehicle’s engine as oil decided to squirt out onto your face causing you to twitch. “Dammit Sam, why is it every time something fucked up happens to your vehicle I can’t understand how it got fucked up?!” you lifted a rag from the side and wiped the oil off of your face while the man busted up laughing. 

“You got me!” 

You sighed at that. Looking down at your tank top and scarred up skin from fights you had to break up. “No way in hell I’mma find myself a partner…” You muttered to yourself. 

“What was that Scrappy?” 

You rolled your eyes, “How the heck did your wife put up with you? You must’ve broke everything.”

“Har har. I have you know I am heavily packin’ Lil’lady.” The slightly balding gray man said with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows causing you to deadpan. 

“Ew. Did not need to know that.”

“WELL YOU ASKED!” Sam snickered, placing a pipe back into his mouth and puffing it.

You scoffed, throwing a wrench into his general direction as a cloud of sand picked up in the distance. “Yeah, I regret it!”

“Incoming!” 

You turned your head just in time for a vehicle to stop, putting on its brakes hard and someone in red flew off the top of the jeep and past your right ear. 

“I’M GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!~” you heard before you and Sam heard a thud, turning to the noise, you saw what seemed to be a man in the sand, luckily not hitting Sam’s house. He was wearing what looked to be a red duster jacket coat, his butt and black pants clearly visible as his head was buried in the sand. 

You quickly jumped off the engine and ran over grabbing the man by the waist and tugging at him, “Ah! Sir, are you okay?!” You called out just as you tugged hard enough to pull his head out of the sand, causing you to fall backwards and him landing backside on top of you causing your soul to leave your body. 

The man coughed up sand, turning around, seeing you, his eyes widened, and seemed watery, and sparkly? He grabbed your hands in his, helping you up, “You saved my life! Thank you! You must be an angel! How about I treat you to a drink~” 

Your eyes nearly crossed in confusion, “HAH?!” 

Sam however was bent over howling, as the man’s friends came barreling out of the jeep. “I’m so sorry Vash!” came a feminine voice. 

“You know damn well she did it on purpose!” came a rougher voice. 

“I DID NOT!” 

A man in a darker suit rolled his eyes, moving to light a cigarette. “Princess here was directed here for brake work.” 

“MY NAME IS MERYL!”

You felt your chest tighten as you realized who all surrounded you. Sam had called this planet No Mans Land at times. But it never clicked that this was Trigun that you were itsekaied into.

Nicholas noticed your recognition of them which made him pause to stare at you this time. However Sam slapped your back, “Just brake work? No problem Scrappy here will take care of it.” You blushed at the name but only nodded, at least before you realized Vash was still holding your hands, causing your face to go darker.    

You pulled away from his hands reluctantly as you turned back to the group, not catching Vash’s pout. “I don’t suppose you can pull it into the shop here or will the brakes make it difficult?” you tried to distract yourself, walking over to their vehicle. 

Meryl nodded giving a glance, “as long as I give it a small nudge…”

Roberto gave you a look, “Do not let her, give the keys Newbie.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” 

You gave a chuckle, “That is fine, just take it out of park and turn the wheel. I’ll hook it up and pull it into the shop.” you jogged off into the machine shop, grabbing a heavy hook and running off back to their vehicle hooking the underside. “Sam, hit the…”

“Yeah yeah, yer not my wife, stop bossin’ me around!” the man slurred his words speaking fast, as the chain tugged and started to pull it in as Meryl quickly hopped in to steer it into the shop. “Ya folks hungry?” the man questioned as you went into the shop. 

You shot him a quick glance, “Also, you fucking had that wrench I threw at you stuck in the belt. I’m not fixing your shit anymore.” before you went to crank their vehicle up, causing the older man to bark out laughing. 

“Starting to think she’s catching on that I’m doing it on purpose.” he said with a grin causing Roberto to smirk and shake his head. 

Meryl hopped out of the vehicle as the three guys followed Sam into the main house, “So, what do you think?” 

You dodged under the vehicle. “I don’t know, Meryl is it?” 

You couldn’t see it but her eyes brightened at finally being called by her name. “Yeah, and they call you Scrappy?”

You reached for some tools, and loosened some bolts. “Oh yeah, these brakes are stripped, and actually the name’s (First name) (Last Name). The old man found me not long ago, and gave me the nickname since I haven’t died yet.” you grunted, “Luckily just the back breaks, should be an easy fix. You want me to look at the engine too?”

Meryl’s eyes widened, “OH GOSH PLEASE DO! I just remembered that I forgot to charge it!” 

You lightly smiled, at least this wasn’t far off from what you recalled of the anime. “We don’t have a plant here, but I can steal Sam’s charge from his vehicle. Run inside and get some food while you can.” you told her, as you got to work on replacing the breaks. You heard her walk off and you sighed in relief. It was a good hour before you managed to attach the new ones. Hooking up the jumpers between Sam’s and theirs you easily charged it. 

It was nightfall before you finally got finished. You yawned, wiping some grease off of your face again. The old man talked them into staying the night, as the next city was within a couple hours drive. Roberto stayed with Sam, Vash and Nicholas stayed in the extra spare room where Sam’s kid used to stay in, and Meryl stayed in your room. 

Middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep. You left the room, and moved outside and climbed on top of the roof. You were concerned. Looking up, you stared at the stars, and worms floating around the sky. 

You breathed in the fresh air, taking a deep breath smiling, regardless of being concerned. You knew this was No Man’s Land. You’ve seen Vash’s Wanted posters around. For some reason you never thought you’d run into the Man in question. 

As much as you were thrilled to meet him, and the main crew, you were also anxious. You were wondering if trouble would follow him here. You didn’t want to think of that. But you couldn’t blame Vash, not one bit if something happened. 

You refused to. The third city July was still standing. 

Still, you couldn’t help but think of how beautiful the sky was. You didn’t look up when you heard a noise. But where exactly in the timeline you were…

“Couldn’t sleep?” You felt your breath hitch, you glanced up, your eyes locking onto green-blue eyes, full of trust. Your heart skipped a beat, causing you to look away as you felt your face warm. There was nothing preparing you for how handsome he was. 

You smiled softly looking back up at the sky. “You could say that, how about you?” 

“The gorgeous woman that saved me earlier is being melancholy on the roof in the middle of the night!” that threw you off for a moment causing your eyes to widen, Vash seemed to grin in response knowing he caught you off guard. “What’s on your mind?”

“Gorgeous? Too generous.” You visibly winced for some reason. 

Vash frowned, kneeling down sitting beside you. “Not generous enough. Will you please tell me?” he asked softly. 

You hummed, “I think I have intruded on Sam’s hospitality too long.” you glanced back up as Vash glanced back at you. “I should leave…but…I’m scared to be on my own. Partially why I’ve stayed this long…”

Vash lifted his hand and held it against his chin in thought. “Oh? I assumed you were his daughter or something.” 

You shook your head, “Nah, Sam found me about five months ago. All I had was a few pieces of jewelry, which I sold for a gun and Canteen but…couldn’t bring myself to leave at the time.”

Vash’s eyes widened in realization. “Ooooh, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” you knew he was mentally preparing himself to hear that he was behind how you were homeless, without family. 

“I…it’s complicated. I’m not even sure I can properly explain it.” you shook your head with a chuckle. “Honestly if feels as if I’m within a dream…”

Vash smiled, “You know…” he trailed off, an explosion sounded, causing the both of you to jump up, “WHAT WAS THAT?!” 

“SHIT!” you glanced over the roof spotting bright lights. 

“Bad Lads!” both you and Vash exclaimed. Vash started patting his jacket. “I left my gun in the room!” 

The both of you jumped off the roof to run back into the house. You ran to your room where Meryl was startled awake. “What’s going on?!” 

You grabbed your gun, and quickly loaded it. “Get your friends, get in your vehicle and get out of here. Bad Lads are here!” 

Why you thought out of everything that you could stand tall against the group, telling the more experienced group to get the hell out of dodge. You shoved the gun into your holster and rushed outside where the Bad Lads surrounded the home.

[jungle-angel]

The One Where The Boiler Needs Fixing (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: Your neighbors need some help and Calvin puts his chemistry knowledge to good use

Tagging: @floydsmuse

You couldn't have imagined a more perfect winter's morning with your husband, your daughter and Six-Thirty all at once. The snow was falling in fat white flakes and had covered almost all of your street in a thick, white blanket, appearing to be a scene straight from a postcard.

You laughed a little as Calvin danced a little to Glenn Miller's "In The Mood" playing on the little radio next to the toaster. Even after you had gotten married, it still made you laugh at how terrible of a dancer he was. Even the uncontrollable giggles of your daughter playing on the floor with Six-Thirty, confirmed what you were thinking.

"You know you still can't dance, right?" you chuckled, cracking an egg into the cast iron pan on the stove.

"I don't really care sweetheart," he said with a smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"Peach or blueberry for the toast?" you asked him.

"Blueberry if you don't mind," Calvin said. "I'll grab the bacon out of the fridge."

You two enjoyed the morning to its fullest as Cal set the kitchen table when you heard booted footsteps rushing up the back stairs to your kitchen door. Sandy Levenstein, one of the girls in your nursing major, barreled through the door, out of breath and a sense of urgency in her face.

"Sandy?" you questioned, surprised by her sudden appearance.

"Oh thank God you two are home," she said with a breathless laugh of relief. "The furnace blew this morning and we have no heat. My father-in-law is ready to blow that thing halfway to China."

Calvin peeked out the little window above the sink and sure enough, there was the smoke coming from one of the chimneys on the roof of the Levensteins' house next door. "Ah shit," Calvin chuckled.

"Damn right," Sandy told him.

"Alright, I'll get Dad's tool kit and go over," Calvin said.

"You want breakfast before you go?" you asked.

"I can wait," he said. "It shouldn't take us long to get it fixed. It's probably just a clinker, maybe two."

You kissed your husband before he threw on his coat and scarf. "Oh," you said suddenly. "Take this with you, it's for Rose. I meant to give it to her the other day. It's the lemon and blueberry loaf."

Calvin groaned and made a face, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. If anything he loved, it was your lemon and blueberry bread loaf you'd make for Christmas and Easter with the little drizzle of sweet vanilla icing on top.

With the loaf tucked carefully under one arm and the tool basket in the other hand, Calvin trudged through the snow to the yellowish-tan house next door, its teal-green trim noticeable amongst the snowfall. Through the back gate in the fence he went, startling Chewie, the family's mutt.

"Hey! Chewie, knock it off, it's just me," Calvin told him sternly.

Chewie whimpered and ran up to Calvin, pawing and sniffing at him and catching the scent of his best friend. Cal gave him a few scritches before knocking on the kitchen door and startling poor Rose who had been putting on her coat.

"Mornin Rose," Calvin greeted.

"Oh thank God you're here," Rose sighed with relief. "I've been listening to Abe yelling at that stupid furnace for over an hour."

Calvin laughed a little as she let him in. "Oh by the way," he said. "I come bearing a gift."

Rose gasped when she unfolded the dishtowel and saw the blueberry loaf. "You.....you......I swear you two are the biggest lifesavers ever!" she laughed, giving Calvin the biggest hug she could give.

"It's not a problem Rose," Calvin told her. "Besides it's the least we could do."

"And it makes a huge difference," she reminded him

"GODDAMN COCKSUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" Abe thundered from the basement.

"And that's my cue to get the hell outta here," Rose said, throwing on her hat and scarf. "I'm off to the grocery store and I'm taking Chewie with me."

"Take all the time you need Rose," Cal told her.

"Oh believe me I will," she chuckled. "We have no milk, no eggs, no bread so hopefully things will calm down by the time I get back."

"BURN IN HELL YOU STUPID FURNACE!!!" Abe shouted. "Hey somebody open up that goddamn damper and let the air out will you??!!!"

Rose hurried out the kitchen door before Calvin set his things down and moved the little gold switch on the wall next to the basement door. Abe swore up a storm of obscenities, some that would have had Chesty Puller himself blushing with embarrassment and pride all at once.

It wasn't long before Abe came stamping up the stairs, his face and clothes coated with soot from the coal burning furnace. He hacked like mad as he hurried to open the kitchen windows, barely even noticing Calvin standing in his kitchen.

"I swear to God I'm gonna hunt down the son of a bitch that installed that goddamn furnace and I'm gonna have him shipped all the way to the backwoods of China!" Abe bellowed.

Calvin snorted and bit his knuckles.

"Oh hey kiddo," Abe laughed. "What are you doing here? I thought you and (y/n) were eating breakfast?"

"We were and then Sandy rushed over here and told us you could use some help."

"Jeez! You should've finished before you came over," Abe told him.

"Don't feel bad Abe," Calvin told him. "I would've come either way."

"Yeah well I still feel pretty terrible," Abe chuckled.

"Lets see if we can get this thing fixed," Calvin said. "Sandy said the heat's been out for a while."

"Been out for only an hour," Abe said with a wave of his hand. "It shouldn't be that big of a deal."

Calvin shuddered at how cold it had gotten in the house but either way, he was determined to help Abe get the furnace fixed.

"Alright doc, after you," Abe chuckled.

The two of them headed down to the basement, the place only half finished but better lit than most. That familiar musty smell of the stone foundation and mildew hung heavy in the air but the smokey black hung a little heavier than usual in their midst.

"Oh jeez!" Calvin exclaimed, coughing like mad. "It's like a coal mine threw up in here."

"I'm telling you, as soon as I have that last paycheck from the town clerk, we'll be able to put it towards a steam furnace," Abe informed him.

"You guys found one?" Calvin asked.

"Oh yes indeed," Abe answered excitedly. "Took us long enough to save up for it."

Calvin and Abe set to work on taking apart the furnace, bit by bit, hoping to find the source of the problem. Neither of them could have accounted for how old the damn thing had been, most likely having remained there since the place had been built some forty years before.

"Can you see if anything's in there?" Abe asked him.

Calvin turned his head and sneezed. "Definitely a clinker," Calvin said with a sniff.

"Bless you," Abe chuckled.

"Thank you." Calvin replied.

It took alot of screwing around before they found the clinkers. Not only that but the burners looked like they hadn't been cleaned since last winter.

"Well," Calvin said. "I think we've found at least one of the issues."

"Just the clinkers or.....?"

"Let me show you," Cal answered. "Here, shine the light in here for a sec."

Abe shined the flashlight in, finding that the burner pipes were caked with soot. "Oy vey!" he exclaimed.

"Oh yeah," Calvin answered. "Apparently this thing burns coal faster than it can be shoveled in."

"You're kidding."

"Nope," Calvin explained. "Coal typically burns anywhere between seven-hundred and thirteen-hundred degrees. The guy that installed this must've had it set higher than needed."

Abe groaned.

"Good news is, it's fixable," Calvin said. "Bad news is, you guys might have to get the steam boiler in sooner than later."

"Whatever happens, happens," Abe said with a shrug.

It didn't take too much longer to clean everything and put it all back together and by the time it was up and running again, Rose had come back with Chewie and two fresh bags full of groceries. Calvin hadn't come home empty handed either. Rose had sent him home with a fresh tin of her homemade chocolate chip cookies as a way to say thank you for helping to fix the furnace.

"Look who's home," you chirped.

Calvin smiled and kissed you. "Is it too late for breakfast?" he asked.

"Nope, you're just in time."

You, Cal and Ellen picked right up where you had left off and let Sandy stay for a little while longer, enjoying the morning, just as you were meant to.

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes & Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 18

Dean x Female Reader

A/N: We are this close to the ending y'all, please bare with me with this chapter. So much still needs to happen, I'm excited and saddened at the same time.🐞🥰

Side Note: Thank you bugsies for all the love and support, much, much love🥰🐞

Warnings: Fluff, anger, if theres anything else let me know...🐞🥰

No! babe, a little more to the right, okay no, wait stop, just a tiny bit more to the left. There that's perfect.

Dean collapse onto the couch he just moved for about the tenth time, if I knew, it was going to be so much work, moving in with you, I would've said let's life separately, even when we get married, he sighs.

Her eyes throwing darts, at him, folded arms, pouting her lips a bit, oh really Dean? There's the door!

Bursting out into laughter, Dean gets up, walking towards her, his eyes reflecting the lighting from the sunset, oh my  sweetheart, can't take a little joke now, he teased.

Crinkling her nose, I don't think it was funny, her lower lip trembling. Turning away from Dean walking towards the, rustic open plan kitchen.

Grabbing ahold of her arm, I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, his husky voice low, what's the matter, you seem a little emotional?

You were on the right track Dean, until you said I seem a little emotional, of course I'm damn emotional, I'm exhausted, dirty, and freaking hungry, so I'm going to fix dinner, shaking her arm out of his grip.

I didn't mean to say it that way, flinching at the look she gives him, you know what, I'm not going to say anything, until you get something to eat. Just one last thing babe, why don't you sit, I'll fix us something.

Her face brightens a little, really, she pouts

Yes, really sweetheart, laughing, leading her back to the sofa, you can be so dramatic!

Dean! not helping she warned.

I'm a brave man, I can take whatever attitude you throw at me, shouting from the kitchen. Hearing a giggle escaping her lips, makes him smile. Busy fixing them some ham and cheese sandwiches, he hums a Zeppelin song.

Okay sweetheart, this is going to be the best damn sandwiches ever, almost sliding across the wooden floor, placing the two plates on a make believe table, of a box titled, paintbrushes and other supplies. Baby? Turning to see, she's falling asleep on the sofa all curled up, her hair that was earlier tied up in a messy bun, now slightly loose, framing her angelic face, scouting for a throw or blanket to cover her up, mumbling underneath his breath, how blessed am I!

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The moving in weekend is finally over, and by Thursday, their little place looks like a home. She's unpacking the last of the kitchenware when she catches a glimpse of Dean in the corner of her eye. Babe something the wrong?

As a matter of fact there is, sweetheart, how am I suppose to go to work, when you look so hot, I can barely keep my eyes of off you? 

His smoky voice, filling her ears,  her cheeks a light rosy pink, and her lips forming a smile. Oh stop it, she mocked. 

I'm just telling you the honest truth, smirking now. Goodbye sweetheart, kissing her on the crown of her head, then stealing a quick deep kiss, before pulling himself away.

Bye Babe, be safe, I love you, her fruity voice filled with happiness.

Love you too, hearing him in the distance, makes her heart flutter. Is this what true happiness feels like she asked to no-one really.

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Hey babe, remember a few months ago, I told you about the case, I was working on, and the man who jumped in front of a bullet for me, when I was out of town, yeah I invited him for dinner or pizza, or something, it doesn't matter, I just want you meet him, hope its okay... the voicemail service cuts Dean off.

He laughs, why does she even have a cellphone, only she knows. Come on man, get in, gesturing to the car, I need  to introduce you to my fiancée, I have an idea she will love to get to know you, she has a big heart! I'm sure she'll set you up in the guest room, so you can stay the night.

Dean, I really don't want to impose, sounding more distant than the man intended.

Oh come on, you won't, get in, Dean demanded

The man takes Dean up on his offer, thank you, giving him a half smile.

On the drive over the two men talked about how much life changed since the last time they saw each other.

Life has a funny way of working out, with its curveballs and all, who would've thought that I Dean Winchester would be marrying a wonderful women.

When's the big day, the deep voice, heavy with accent interrupted him.

It is in two weeks, we didn't want a long engagement, his smile wrapping across his face.

Oh! Well congrats Dean, he expressed.

Thanks, we're here! Pulling into the driveway.

Its a lovely place you have here Dean, he replied.

Hearing Dean mumbling something, he catches a glimpse of a wind charm, hanging by the porch, filled with leaves and lady bugs. I used to know someone who loves those tiny creatures so much saying in a hushed tone.

Dean laugh's, I bet you no-one loves them more than my girl. Dean's phone ringing, breaks the conversation, before picking up, he gesture's to the man, he can enter the house so long, but he needs to take this call first.

Thanks, he hesitated. Stepping on the porch, admiring the rustic house, opening the screen door, he catches a glimpse of her, standing on a ladder, bare feet, a paint stained shirt, and shorts, her hair in a loose braid, singing Bon Jovi's It's my life while painting.

There it is again, the out of control beating of his heart, he lets out a sigh, contemplating if he should say hi, or run. Before even realizing he walked closer, standing almost at the ladder, she always had the power to overtake all his common sense, filling him with wonder.

The paint brush in her hand, drops to the floor, oh come on, shit, really, adjusting her footing, stepping miss on the first step, coming to a fall. He catches her, not uttering a single word.

Her wide eyes looks up into his sky blue eyes, shock on her face. Benny!!! She yelps.

Hello Darling, its good to see you, his smoky voice, low.

His arms still wrapped around her. W..what are you doing here she stutters.

Its a long story Darling, you look as beautiful as ever, trying to fight the urge to kiss her, his voice breathy.

As if she read his mind, she shy's away, loosening out of his grip. Concern on her face, her voice shaky, this can't be happening.

Darling I'm so sorry, Dean insisted, and in full honesty there was the slightest bit of hope in me, that the two of you didn't get back together, and that he was talking about someone else.

Benny!! I never told Dean your name, nor have I really said what happened between us, this is a disaster, a freaking disaster.

Your right, I don't know what I was thinking, Benny said faking a smile. Turning around, walking towards the door, he stops dead in his tracks, glancing over to her, his voice even lower and deeper than before, I am really glad your happy darling.

Before she could reply, Dean's voice filled with anger, rushed over them. What the hell is this Benny? Tossing the sketchpad against him, the note he kept in there flung across the room.

Dean, calm down, I don't want trouble, Benny's voice seemed calm but stern.

Shut up! Just.... Shut up, Dean's jaw tightened. His eyes darker than usual!

Look man! Benny begun. Before he could finish his sentence, Dean's fist met the side of his jaw, making him stumble a bit backwards, swiping the blood from his busted lip, before throwing his hands up in a defensive position. Just stop Dean your making a fool of yourself, his voice stern.

Get out, of my damn house, you are testing me, Dean shouted! Glaring at Benny, with pursed lips, you knew who I was along didn't you?

Benny wanted to reply to Dean, but got interrupted.

Stop it, just stop it, her voice filled with concern and fear. Her cheeks a flushed red and tearstained.

Both men looking at her, not saying a single word, until Dean cocks his head back to Benny, shouting, I will shoot you if you come near her again, she's mine!!!

Anger on her face, I'm not anyone's possession Dean, her pupils are blown and darker that he'd every seen. I'm not some object! Running out the door, stopping for a few seconds, glaring at both men, do not follow me and when I get home, you two children better start acting like the grown freaking men you are. Rushing to the car she gets in, speeding off.

The two angry men is left standing there, shock on there face, listening to the roaring of the impala's engine.