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₃The Cameragirl³ || snc

After a cheeky reply you might've regretted, you end up dragged into the office to have a little... talk.

contains: SMUT +18, oral (both ways), unprotected sex, cursing, pet names, alcohol consumption, no mention of Y/n

a/n: you asked, i delivered.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 3k

[u n e d i t e d]

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You thought about how lucky it was for the room to be soundproof, glad that nobody will hear your screams. Although... it would be quite pleasant to let everyone know how they please you, how they touch you like nobody else.

The way you know only them could do it.

You didnt expect this to be the way you'd be doing your cardio, but it seemed destiny had some other plans.

[hours before]

You were basically shaking as they took you back onto the office, the thought of them asking about your stupid comments instead of going with the flow like they always did.

It was too obvious to be jokingly flirting this time, and they noticed.

And you were scared shitless.

You didn't know if they would genuinely go ahead with it or maybe let you know they're not interested, which made your stomach growl in response to your anxiety.

Well, to your hunger as well. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday.

They just got to sit you down on the table before listening to your poor stomach. They laughed.

"Right. You just woke up." Sam said as you shamelessly nodded your head out of embarrassment. "Then let us eat before talking it out. Wouldn't like for you to pass out on us."

"Come on, then." Colby continued, extending an arm to you, which you cheekishly ignored and stood up from the table wilst puffing your cheeks out. "Giving me an attitude? Yikes." He laughed.

"Didn't even help me out when I was stuck in Sam's arms? Yikes." You replied, walking out of the room. You could hear their chuckles before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Heating yourself something to eat, they reluctantly got closer and sighed. "Hey, uh... we need to leave right now. There's this person we have to meet for another haunted place and this is the only time they have available. We completely forgot." Colby explained to you, looking back at his phone, guessing it was the message he received.

"Oh, okay. I'll be here, then." You said, giving him a side look before continuing making your food.

"You don't wanna come with us?" Sam asked.

"I wanna eat?"

"Right, right... well, we'll talk later, then. Don't think you're still safe." Sam smiled at you before walking away with Colby.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, but when they left, you let out a big sigh you've been restraining.

You were safe, for now at least. While thinking of a way to try and avoid the topic all together, you got a message. It was a mutual friend of yours, asking you to come to a party.

Quickly agreeing at the false sense of hope you received, she told you that the boys were also invited. She also agreed upon picking you up beforehand, since you weren't really going to do anything anyways so being early and prepping everything up was also a nice way to keep your mind out of the gutter.

After eating, you basically had the whole day for yourself, so you might as well prepare yourself earlier.

Thinking about them, you thought cautiosly about what to wear.

And honestly?

You felt like you needed to push their buttons a little bit more tonight. Yeah, whatever happened a few minutes ago made you a blushing mess, but at the same time, boy... the adrenaline you got from it sure was fun.

Then again, you guys weren't exactly together... so what's wrong with wearing something a bit more... revealing?

And so, it was decided. Searching throughout your closet, you found a short dress that fit your criteria for the night. With a slit through the back that went down to heaven and short slits on the side, making your thighs almost pop out.

It wasn't something you usually wore. Heck, you forgot you had it for all you remembered, but it looked so good in your skin that you just had to use it.

A couple of hours passed by and you were already at the party, getting things ready before some people started coming through. It didn't take long before the place began crowding with people.

The host, your friend, has been under the influence even before it all began. You were starting to get a bit tipsy yourself, getting loose at the dance floor whenever a good song started playing.

"Hey, quick question." Your friend yelled at you. "Where's Sam and Colby? They said they were busy and didn't know if they were gonna come." She explained. Looking at her with confusion, you then remembered.

"Oh! They're talking to someone for their next investigation, that's why." Unbeknownst to you, you were merely half right. Yes, they were talking with someone about their next location, but they also denied due to other reasons involving you.

Thinking about it, you believed they weren't going to arrive at the party, therefore, you were somewhat down at the thought. You wanted to tease them tonight, but it seems that your plan wasn't going to happen.

It didn't step you away from having fun, though. Drinking, dancing, talking with friends... it was a good time. That is, until a random dude you've never seen in your life started approaching.

Disinterest in your eyes was visible, but the guy seemingly ignored it completely and kept making the cringiest remarks you've heard in your life.

He tried to get closer to you, reaching out to your waist before you could try and run away.

Your heart racing at a thousand per hour, his hands were rough, almost certain that there might leave a mark on your fragile skin.

"Won'tcha come with me tonight, 'lil mama?" He smirked, holding you tight and close to him, making you almost puke.

"Get the fuck away from me!" You tried to scream, tried to push him away but to no use. You were still weak from your recent investigation after all.

"Now, come on. Don't do this to me, honey." Holding your chin on place, he made you look at him. "I can make you feel really g-"

"Back off dude, she's taken." You heard a familiar voice before finally setting free from his grasp. Colby was the first one you saw, taking off the guys arms from you.

Another set of hands held you softly by the waist, pulling you closer, away from him. Sam. You looked up at his face, he seemed mad.

He looked at you, now worry in his blue eyes. "You alright?" He asked softly in your ear, holding one of your hands to try and comfort you. You nodded quickly, glad that you've been saved once again.

Looking back at the guy, Colby was pushing him away. A determined stare down from his side, making the guy that was trying to gain your attention chuckle.

"Where were you, huh? When she was having fun all alone in the middle of the room? You're just tryna pull her off as well. You dipshits are nobody." He snarled back at Colby, annoyance in both their faces.

"We're not gonna let shits like you touch our girl, understand?"

You could barely hear what they were saying due to the loud music from every side, but you surely heard that last part.

Their girl? What did that even mean?

A visible smirk on Colby's lips when he turned around to look at Sam. You didn't think the next set of actions were the respond to this childish kids play, but you could feel Sam's soft hands on your chin, making you look at him and his lips interlocked with yours in an instant.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, what was happening?

Was there a faucet running? Cause boy you were dripping wet. These men were driving you crazy.

You caught a glimpse of the now pissed guy walking off before Sam could pull away. When he eventually did, you looked at his smiling face for a second before reality hit you like a truck.

Your face flushed with a red tint on your cheeks. Looking back at Colby who was walking closer towards you, both of them now towering over you.

"I-I thought you guys weren't gonna make it?" You asked, genuinely confused now that you remembered your friend vividly explaining they were busy.

"We weren't, but our plans for the night switched places." Colby smirked at you, making Sam laugh at the remark, even more with your confused face.

You didn't understood at the time, but their plans were supposed to be you. "We finished earlier than expected, but then when we got home you weren't there." Sam explained. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, she told me to come here early to help her out, so..."

"Ah, so you've been here for longer?" Colby asked, putting his hand on the slit on your back. "I guess I can't blame the guy, such a revealing outfit for so many hours..." He continued, slowly caressing your back with his hand, moving his hand down your bare skin. "I don't think I'd be able to hold it on a minute longer if I were him."

Shivers went throughout your whole body after listening to his words. "So if you didn't know we were coming, did you put this on for everyone else to see?" Sam asked, looking at you in the eyes. "I'm a bit jealous."

Your lip was quivering. The plan was to flirt back and tease them if they eventually came, but right now, you were speechless. The touch of their hands making your legs weak and shaky. A sudden hand up the side slit of your dress from Sam caught you slightly off guard, caressing your hip softly.

"Showing this much skin... Is this dress yours? Why have we never seen it before?" He asked.

"I don't.. I-I don't use it often." You managed to reply before panting at the constant feeling of getting touched by them. The adrenaline of someone possibly seeing what they were up to with you was nerve racking.

"We'll make you use it more often then, but only for us." Colby whispered, holding your ass and making you let out a soft moan. "We might as well have to find another place to chat more comfortably, what do you think, Sam?" He asked and Sam nodded.

Holding your hand tighter, he started walking away from the croud and into a random room from your friend's house. Closing the door, they noticed the music was barely heard. "Soundproof?" Sam asked.

"Seems like it."

"Most her rooms are..." You explained, making them look at eachother with a smirk before looking back at you.

"Good. You won't have to worry about screaming our names too loudly tonight then." Sam said.

"W-wha-" You could barely manage to say before Colby lifted you up and walked you to the bed.

Sitting you down, you looked up at them towering over you again.

"You're not escaping us tonight. You know that, right?" Colby began, crossing his arms.

"We're gonna have that... talk. Right now if we need to." Sam said, making you gulp.

"Can the talk be a bit more... dynamic?" You opened your legs slightly, which made them smirk.

"It was going to be from the start, sweetheart." Colby said with a deep tone, putting his hand on the insides of your thighs, quickly getting his hand closer to your heat. You sighed when you felt it, Sam fixing your hair behind your ear before getting closer to your face for another kiss.

While you kissed back, your legs closed a bit by instinct when you felt him playing with your clit through the fabric of your panties. "She's so wet, Sam." He informed, making Sam chuckle in the middle of the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper inside when you opened your mouth.

They made you lie down on the bed while your heated make out session with Sam didn't give you a second to even breathe. You moaned slightly when you felt your legs being pushed apart.

Sam slowly pulled down your dress, leaving your boobs out in the open, he separated from your lips and sighed. "No bra or anything, it almost seems like she was expecting us to fuck her." He said, pulling back only to see your whole view. "Fuck." He whispered.

Colby took off your damped panties and threw them to the floor, pushing up the skirt of your dress to have a clear view of your pussy.

You could see him licking and biting his lips while admiring the view. While sam went back to your soft, tasty lips, he began kneeding one of your breasts, playing with your nipple. You whined at the feeling, your heart racing at the touch.

Not a minute later, you could feel your legs being slightly lifted and a tongue licking your pussy, making you moan in between the kiss, letting Sam's tongue slip back in once again.

Shaking, you could feel Colby's tongue making circles around your clit, sucking at it, eating you up, making you arch your back at the feeling.

Sam separated from your lips and started giving you wet kisses around your face, slowly descending through your neck and onto your boobs, nibbling at your skin before making its way towars your nipple.

Sucking at it, you moaned softly and held onto his hair for support, while Colby kept on sucking and pushing his tongue inside of you, exploring every inch he's able to.

While Sam started sucking and licking one of your nipples, he made sure you were kept entertained. Putting two of his fingers inside your mouth for you to lick, you began sucking on them while drowning the moans in between.

From all of the stimulation, it didn't take long for you to cum all over Colby's face. He cleaned you up with his tongue, making sure to look at your erotic expressions whilst having Sam's fingers in your mouth, drooling all over them.

They both separated from you. You were filled with a sense of loss for a moment, but nothing that was going to stay for long. Sam sat behind you, making sure you lied your back on his chest while holding one of your breasts and opening up your legs.

Colby, enjoying the view, waited patiently for his friend to make you feel good. "Let's make sure you can suck us up well, yeah?" Said Sam while slowly moving the hand he had in your mouth down to your pussy.

Opening your lips with his fingers, he teased for a moment before pushing inside of you, making you moan and pull back your head on his shoulder.

One finger, then two, then three.

He stretched you up good while Colby was busy taking off his pants and looking at everything his eyes could manage from the view.

"Make sure Colby can see your pretty face." Sam whispered, thrusting quickly with his fingers. You could feel his bulge quickly rising behind you, poking your back.

You did as told, looking at Colby in the eyes while moaning and whining, your legs shaking at the feeling of being stretched out. "Colby... fuck. I need you."

"What do you need, baby?" He asked seductively, putting out his dick while you moaned at Sam's teeth biting onto your skin.

"You.. your dick... please." You whined.

"You want him to also make you feel good?" Sam asked while squishing one of your boobs and you nodded rapidly.

"Yeah. Yeah, please. Oh, fuck. Please." Pleading in such an erotic way, they couldn't just say no. Sam's fingers left you right before you were on the edge of yet another orgasm, but it didn't take long for something even better to take its place.

Colby's tip was slowly pushing in, making sure to not hurt you. You opened your mouth, taking out your tongue as the feeling was euphoric. He got closer and sucked on it before kissing you.

When he was completely inside, he began thrusting slowly but surely. Quickly speeding up when he felt you were already getting used to his length.

Moaning his name out, you looked back at Sam and whined for him as well, touching his erection from behind you, making him grunt. "Sam. Take... take it out." You panted in between moans.

And he did as told, quickly pulling out his dick while getting on his knees so that you could quickly hold it and put it inside your hot, wet mouth. "Oh, fuck." He let out when he felt your tongue up his friend.

You were quick to put it inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while getting railed up by Colby. The vibration of your moans sent shivers down Sam's spine. Holding your head up for support, he began thrusting inside your mouth as well.

It was a dream come true, you were on cloud 9, almost fainting at the pleasure you were receiving from both ends.

You didn't take long to cum, neither did them. After all, those teasing were killing them as well, they were just trying to hold it long enough for you to release yourself first.

You gulped down Sam's juices before pulling out, panting when he did. You were beat. If you barely had any strength before due to the recent investigation, now you were sure of it.

They made sure to clean you up before fixing your dress, giving you kisses all over your body, looking at the now visible hickeys all over your skin. "Gotta let people know you're taken. We can't have what happened before again." Colby whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

Breathing heavily, you nodded at them, not even entirely sure what you were agreeing upon.

"Well, that was a nice chat, was it not?" Sam said, smiling at your wobbly self.

"It really was, glad we could clear things up, right?" Colby continued. "I mean, I'm guessing you understand what we meant, right?"

You looked at him, getting your breath back together, smiling. "That you're my boys?" You asked, "Or maybe you have to explain it all over again, maybe I didn't understand what you meant."

They looked at eachother, smirking. "Then let us explain it again."

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"come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth, i'm feelin' romantical."

thank you so much for reading <3 //also last part isn't a cliffhanger, we all know they went for round two, the end

smol taglist from those that wanted pt 3 *(sorry if you didn't want to be tagged): @oh-prettylady @lemonnightmare @honey-bees-13 @jupiter1700

~nikkõ

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kuni-is-daddy · 8 months

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Scaramouche/Kuni NSFW Alphabet(Fem READER!)

Word count: 1.1k.

Today is my Birthday 📷🤠 I wonder what scara would give Y/N on their birthday. Something besides a 'nice vantage point' view I hope🤨💦

CW: Minors do not interact past the cut! this is a NSFW POST!

ScaraMasterlist🤪

A: Aftercare- after you first had intercourse you awoke to rather clean and organized room. Your clothes weren't on the floor and we're replaced with a fresh set by the edge of the bed with a note ontop. Scratching your eyes you flipped the note over and read a small 'Hurry up and go to the dining hall when your done.' So you did, smiling ear to ear gleefully, barely getting out the bed and falling on your butt from a sting in your lower body, and a variety of bite marks trailing up your thighs.

B: Body Part- your neck and cleavage. Scara loves to bite on your neck while stuffing you full. He's Moaning, biting and licking so passionately along your neck he could practically feel your heart beating through it. When you make out he can't help but quickly run his hands under your shirt and tug at your bra fabric hiding your boobs. "Mn..fuck your such a tease~" he mutters out.

C: Cum Shot- Scara is pretty possessive, and now that "He's indulging you more often." Besides a hickey he makes sure to coat you everywhere. Your face, fingertips and especially your boobs. Whenever you wake up in the morning and practically stumble into the bathroom your met with bite marks all over your chest. Taking a picture of you covered in his sticky load is his favorite way of claiming you.

D: Dirty Secret- Sometimes he'll take pictures of you and your fucked out expressions, Fresh tears and bite marks along your beautiful body drives him crazy, Especially after your covered in his sticky seed. When your out for a while or he's on missions and extremely needy, he'll seclude himself just to desperately fist his cock to the many pictures of you he's saved. "Hnh~ S-shit~ that's it, Such a good- mnh~ slut taking my cock so well."

E: Experience- Very little or even none, He didnt care for sex as he's so worked up over Inazuma and dottores constant nonsense. Hearing childe talk about 'Hot People he's seen' on trips nearly made scara push him off the boat entirely. You get the honor of being the only one touching his 'godly' body.

F: Favorite Position- face down. Ass up. He loves rubbing his hands along your back then trailing down your body towards your ass. With his smooth fingertips Its almost like a massage. Once he notices you sink into his touch and arc your back like a cat, he's immediately slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips to pull you closer. Grinning at your surprised moans.

G: Goofy- Scara is way too focused on getting himself or you off. But if you made a sly remark about how gentle he's being...he'd flip you over on your tummy, then smash your face into a pillow and call you a needy slut before fucking you rough.

H: Hair- He's a pretty boy, always keeping it trimmed. But since you have the 'honor' of touching him. He'll let you decide how you want it.

I: Intimacy- messy at the beginning. Since your his everything now scara didn't know how to react. He's never had a long lasting or any relationship like this before. Even with aftercare only your panted breathes and 'small talk' would fill the silence.

Walking through the forest or quiet paths always made scara feel at peace which is why he brought you with him. Not because he was bored. His tone would change completely from 'destroyer of nations and Lord sixth' To the blissful innocence he's had as kabukimono. The second you take the opportunity to interlock your hand with his he nearly goes bug eyed as if you Disturbed his peace. He'd Scoff and sigh as if your needy. So you pulled away with a slight frown and immediately he's grabbing tight on your hand. "I never said for you to let go, did I?" He implied and you immediately shook your head and held his hand again with a bright smile on your face while he tippee his hat and looked in another direction, hiding the rosey red blush coating his cheeks. After a couple of days out, scara would be the one holding your hand as soon as you get out the door for a date/ outing he's planned. Everso tightly and even wrapping his arm around your waist so your under his umbrella ((Or hat)) on rainy days.

J: Jack Off- He wouldn't need to unless he's oversees for a mission. He'd fuck you whenever he felt like it. In public, at home. It didn't matter. If you really insisted on waiting until you both got home he'd still pull you over to a alley and kiss you deeply at the very least.

K: Kinks- KUNI!!! CALL HIM KUNI and it practically drives him INSANE!! He loves how sweetly you say his name, either moaning or just calling out for him. You could try kabukimono but He'd get sensitive over it.

Degrading, "Your such a slut~ moaning and pleading for my cock. Want me to give it to you? Then give me more, let me hear more of your pathetic moans. How much do you want your master to fill you up?" Corruption, if it's your first time he'd give the most devilish smirk you've ever seen in your life it would give that weirdo doctor a run for his money. He gets to claim and stuff your pussy full , molding you to perfectly fit his cock and his alone. Breeding, oh for you to have his children. He'd kiss on your belly and abandon his fatui duty's without a second thought. He loves kids and once it was brought up He'd stop at nothing to fill you up with his seed. Just say the word.

L: Location- he prefers the bed, couch, anywhere in your shared home or his palace designated by the tsaritsa. His office however is a favorite of his so he can see you spread out for him and your body jolting back and forth while the desk creeks from his fast pace. But if he was really turned on like at his meeting with Kujou Kamaji..he'd have you stuff your mouth with his cock from under the desk and even pretending to "drop something" just to see your teary eyed face.

M: Motivation- That mouth of yours. Whenever you talk back it amuses him, even during arguments he'd always say things to get a reaction out of you and see what you could come up with just to shut you up later if he loves your answer. (Mention his mother or '3 betrayals' and he'll use you as much as he wants for the day.) Either starving you of an orgasm or deep throating his length and force you to swallow every drop of his cum. If you send a picture of you in black lingerie or any clothing he's bought recently, he'd make it a priority to fuck you as soon as he got home without a care in the world.. he probably left the door open🤭

N: No(turn offs)- Scara would love to try anything with you, either him being top or bottom he always found a way to dominate you or be a brat about it. So it didn't really matter what you did. But if theirs 1 things he didn't care for was wax play. The thought of possibly burning your skin with a mark like that gives him bad memory's.

O: Oral- he loves it. When he plunged 2 of his fingers inside of you and licked at your clit, you came all over his fingers and tongue. You apologized for being so messy but the first thing that came out his mouth was for you to sit on his face like a good girl.

P: Pace- it depends on the mood, he couldn't live watching you walking the next day without stumbling or your legs wobbling. But if it was a long day with fatui work or he hasn't seen you in weeks. It's slow and passionate. He missed feeling your beautiful body. He wanted to explore it just like your first time.

Q: Quickie- Down for it anytime, anywhere.

R: Risk- since he could have you give head right Infront of a colleague. He'd do it Infront of the tsaritsa for all he'd care.

S: Stamina- he's a puppet....and on top of that his 'Creator' is the electro archon. He could go for hours before Overheating 🤭🤭Turning into a sensitive moaning mess. But 'unfortunately' your a human. 2 Rounds minimum.

T: Toys- catching you playing with a toy in your room? He'd watch as you begged and cried from frustration for him to touch you because the toy wasn't enough. How pathetic of you to result to such things while he was away..

U: Unfair- He’s so unfair. he’s brought you to tears almost everytime you did it, he needs you to beg before cumming. Whenever he feels you reaching your climax he'd slow down just to hear you whimper. If you try to tease him he'd indulge it only until he got impatient. Grazing his tip on your folds before riding him? He'd slam you onto his shaft by grabbing your hips. Licking around the tip? As soon as you blink your deep throating his length.

V: Volume- Get as loud as you want, it'll only edge him on more to go faster, to degrade you more, to fuck you harder. As for him he'd mimic your moans just to make fun of you. "Oh shit...You Ah~ like my cock that much? Yes.. faster? Beg for it..cry louder baby~"

W: Wild Card- somnophilia. Only if you give him permission.. if you couldn't wait for him to come back from a mission and we're passed out in his bed he'd flip you over on your back, spread your legs and begin licking and biting at your thighs. When he has a wet dream he'd spare no time and have you waking up to him grunting and groaning in your ear while he folded you like a chair. Also.. electro play..when riding him he'd shock you to go faster instead of slapping your already red ass.

X: X-ray. how big🤨- 6- inches and thick. Grinding on him feels so good it's almost as if he's inside of you already~ making you wet and ache for it. When he shoves it deep inside you there's always a bulge, sometimes he'd even grab a marker and label your tummy. He'll stretch you farther next time.

Y: Yearning- if you want it bad he'll always comply. But ONLY if you want it bad. Keep begging, he needs to know you want It. If you dont beg he'll just swat you off like a bug. Or lazily take you.

Z: Zzz- he'd watch you fall asleep after gazing into his indigo eyes long enough. It was a weird yet comforting feeling as you both laid in bed. Your warm body against his. You'd even lay on his chest to his soft breathing making you rise uppp and downnn. It used to creep you out how he wouldnt breathe sometimes but you got use to it. He'd sit there just observing your body. Even trailing his thumb along your soft lips and cheeks.

-- FIC NOTE 🧍

For those confused on turn off 'Bad memory' with the wax play, I considered it for the 3rd 'Betrayal' When the child died from his illness and Kabukimono burned the house down and most likely buried the kid within it.

But this is all head cannons so I hope this is good food for thought with scara!!

"Didn't you post a scara alphabet before?"

Well yes thank you for remembering 😃☝️ The other one got flagged 🧍

#genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x female reader #genshin thirsts #kunikuzushi x reader

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heartcereql · 10 months

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tommy shelby x finn's teacher!reader pt.2 || read pt.1 here

the sun was supposed to be setting at this time of the day. but, as you outstared at the skyline, you saw nothing but a silvery sky only getting darker.

usually, after a long day at school, exhausted by your students' behaviour, you went to an abandoned dock on the canal to watch the day fade into the night, hoping to relieve the tension of the day and to diminish the headache in your temple.

but it didn't seem like you were very lucky today, as the landscape was an ash-colored blur, clouds heavy. you turned your head to both sides, chasing sunlight, stars, anything. and that's when you saw a figure approaching.

dark coat, cigarette's smoke surrounding the shilouette, flat cap, confident stride. he was unmistakeable.

"mr shelby" you greeted. he shot you a glare and you remembered. "right- tommy."

he acknowledged you with a nod of his head, a cigarette dangling from his lips, icy blue eyes staring ahead at the horizon as he arrived by your side. you directed your eyes at the sun setting, too.

"i have seen the results of you staying true to your word and giving my suggestion a try", you hummed. "thank you"

you turned your body to face him, watching him exhale a cloud of smoke.

"turns out you were right, eh" he shrugged, taking a drag of smoke and exhaling it.

you gave him a small grin.

"but you still have to fulfill your part of the deal"

you tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at his words, as you remembered what you had promised him. you had agreed to go for a drink with him.

"well, i am waiting for a proper invitation" you remarked, your tone playful.

"as the lady wishes. miss y/n, will you join me in this-" he paused, looking at the sky for a second. it was painted with dark clouds, auguring storm. "- in this bleak and unsurprisingly grey afternoon for a drink at the garrison?"

you smiled at his words, having to bite your lip, preventing yourself to smile any wider.

"it'll be my pleasure" you replied, watching him drop the cigarette to the ground and stomp on it. "care to lead the way, mr shelby?"

he was about to correct you when he noticed the mocking tone in your voice and the grin on your lips. he started walking, -

"what will it be?" tommy inquired.

the two of you had taken a seat besides the bar almost immediatly. the people had appeared to go silent for the slightest second, observing you, but then had quickly returned to their affairs.

your eyes explored the pub, resting delightfully on the golden details, scanning every detail. quite nice for the reputation that preceded it.

"whatever you're having" you answered, finally directing your gaze to him.

he raised his brows, not quite impressed but amused.

"it's strong"

"oh i'll be able to handle it"

he just gave you a smug smirk before ordering the barmaid another drink for you.

"so what is it?" you wondered as you stared curiously at the amberine drink.

"whisky. scotch." he sipped his drink as if it was water.

you copied his action, putting on your best efforts to suppress a face as you swallowed the stinging alcohol.

very soon, you were caught in the joyous mood of the garrison, establishing light conversation with tommy, mostly exchanging courtesy questions, drinking and sharing some laughs.

"i understand you own this pub" you brought up, voice louder than usual so tommy was able to hear you above all the noisy chattering and giddiness from the garrison.

"my brother. arthur."

"well it's a beautiful place. he must be proud." you complimented, downing the rest of your drink, trying not to grimace as it burnt down your throat. it sure was strong.

"aye, that he is" tommy took a swig of his drink as well. "how's it going with the kids?"

you frowned in confusion for an instant before realising he meant your students.

"they're alright. they get introuble, make fuss about everything, but then again, they're children. they're actually sweet when they want to."

"and how's finn doing?" his eyes locked on yours, unable to escape the others'.

"he's a bright kid, he really is. but he loses focus more often than not. he gets carried away. and then it's even more difficult to help him back on track. but i think he can do it." you informed, sending a sympathetic smile his way.

he only hummed, his reaction to your comment unreadable.

you decided not to ask how his own business was, knowing better than to pry on affairs that didn't concern you. instead you asked something else, something that would make him warm inside.

"finn mentioned you have horses. you race 'em, right? how're they?"

tommy's gaze immediately softened. though only the corners of his lips seemed to curl into a smile, he was beaming inside. you actually asked about his horses. not many people did. it was something he appreciated.

"alright, yeah. we got a new addition a couple of weeks back." he answered as he grabbed the bottle and refilled the glasses for the third time. "she's being trained now. great promise, that one. she's got a resistance quite difficult to find, an endurance rather auspicious. lot of potential."

he handed you the drink. you thanked him, head a bit fuzzy. but there was something about the way he spoke about horses. passion. you would've never guessed, not before getting to know the man, he could speak so fondly, so committed. you sipped the whisky, listening to tommy attentively.

the pub was cleared out by the time you two decided to leave. your head was spinning, groggy from the alcohol. you could barely contain your smile anymore.

but as you stepped outside, birmingham's weather hit you like a splash of cold water. literally.

“it’s raining!” you laughed. “fucking storming”

“here”

tommy unfolded a black umbrella, holding it your way. you scooted closer, under the protection of the umbrella. for a moment, neither tommy nor you moved, both standing under the ubrella. droplets of water splashed lightly as they fiercely hit the ground and already formed puddles.

"care to lead the way, miss y/l/n?" he repeated your words from earlier.

"where to?"

"your residence, of course", he replied. seeing you were still as confused, he clarified "you're not going home alone, in the rain and certainly not tipsy as you are"

you were taken aback from his stern but concerned demeanour. and how come he was not affected in the slightest from the drinking? were you really such a lightweight?

"okay then" you smiled up at him as you started walking your way through the dark streets of small heath, praying the man wouldn't notice the way your skin heat up when your arms brushed.

after what seemed like an eternity, you reached the disheveled door, once white, that led to your house. stepping into the porch, you now stood in front of him.

"thank you, thomas. for the walk, for the drink, for the talk, for talking to finn. and" you smiled, mostly to yourself, before continuing, "i had a really good time."

he silently nodded, also smirking.

"stay safe, y/n"

"you too"

you watched as he turned and walked off into the night, under his umbrella, with the stride you were getting so used to.

"wednesday evening" he called out as he walked away.

"what?" you exclaimed in disbelief. was he asking to meet again? not that you were complaining, or that it wasn't thrilling and making your stomach churn with eagerness; but you knew it was risky.

"be there"

he disappeared around a corner, and you shut the door quietly, resting against it, smiling like a schoolgirl.

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pairing: pre-negan Alexandria Daryl x f!reader

wc: 8.1k (sorry.)

warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, p-in-v, fingering, oral (fem. receiving), alcohol (sober sex.), mild swearing, some fluff,,,

summary: Your friends peer pressure you into asking Daryl out to the cookout that's taking place tonight.

A/N: this is like my first ever smut officially written and OH MY GOD im so sorry if its terrible i was cringing at some parts. sooooo cliche but i promise ill be better. i realize reading this back that so many of them are slightly out of character but ignore it, i was drunk writing half of this. i also never intended this to be that long and i freaked out reading the word count so. anyways i hope you enjoy and feel free to request anything more!! id be happy to write more for you all.

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“I’m telling you, he likes you.” You roll your eyes from your spot at your desk after hearing Maggie’s comment, continuing to focus on your work rather than the idiotic conversation taking place.

“How and why would Daryl like me?” You ask and look up at your three friends Maggie, Carol, and Rosita. It’s like you can pinpoint the exact moment they all mentally facepalm at your question, “I’m just saying.” You mutter under your breath, looking back down at the plans for the reinforcement of Alexandria’s walls. The silence was too loud but you could tell the three of them were all glancing at each other while trying to figure out what to say to you.

“Well for starters, he visits you a lot.” Carol tried to reason, earning a scoff from you. “No I’m serious, he doesn’t even stay home that often. That prick has only stayed for food recently.” The corner of your mouth curls up slightly at her comment, still looking down at your notes.

“Plus he smiles a lot around you, I’ve never seen him smile that hard before… Let alone at all.” Rosita adds. You sigh, finally looking up at your friends and immediately getting startled by all of them looking towards you. You think about what Rosita said and contemplate it for a moment, well he has been hanging around you recently…

“Nope, no way.” They all audibly groan as they turn away from you, “besides. I don’t even like him like that.” Now that earns a scoff from them.

“Oh please. You can hardly keep eye contact with him, let alone speak coherent sentences when he’s around.” Carol retorts, tending to the carnations in a vase in the corner of your study room. You scoff again at the exaggerated example whilst shaking your head.

“Uh uh, I can keep eye contact with him. In fact I have no problem interacting with him because he’s just a friend.” You state bluntly before getting up and putting your notes into a folder behind your seat.

“Oh my god hey Daryl!” Rosita calls out, causing you to quickly fix your hair and spin around with a bright smile on your face. All just to slouch back down onto your chair once you realize it was just to catch you off guard. The three of them laugh silently to themselves while muttering a “we told you so” in unison.

“Fine. I guess I do like him but that does not mean I’m going to do anything about it.” You look down at your lap, hearing clothes shuffling from how quickly they all snap their heads in your direction.

“Why the hell not?” Maggie exclaims, “you know it’s nice. Being in a relationship, plus you guys complement each other well.

You sigh as you spin around in your chair, staring up at the ceiling in thought. “Well… Even if he does like me, I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Bullshit.” Carol says bluntly before walking up to you, “just ask him out. He won’t say no.” You roll your eyes and spin away from her, staring at your wall.

Rosita spins the chair around back so you can face them, “Carol’s right. Daryl has been pining you for like months, maybe even years now.”

“How am I even supposed to ask him out? Like should I ask him to hang out like usual and pop the question or should I ask him to dinner?” You nibble at the end of your finger anxiously, even considering asking him out is terrifying.

“Oh! You should ask him out to the cookout tonight, it’ll be perfect.” Maggie grabs your hands excitedly, flashing her bright smile at you.

“Oh god no I’m not going.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Rosita grabs your hands, forcing you to look at her. You can tell she has an idea, one you won’t like.

“You are going. No questions asked, no objections. And you will ask him out.” You bite your bottom lip, “c’mon…. If you’re lucky you’ll get laid-” Maggie’s hand flies over Rosita’s mouth to stop her but the statement was already heard.

“I’m not going to fuck him on the first date!” You exclaim, your eyes wide in disbelief.

“It’s a date!” Maggie yells, Rosita says the same but muffled from Maggie’s hand over her mouth. You shake your head profusely, waving your hands around as you panic, not wanting to admit asking him out.

The door opens suddenly, all four of your heads snapping towards the door. A very confused Daryl pokes his head in, furrowing his brows at the scene. “Am I interrupting?”

Carol grabs Maggie and Rosita, dragging them towards the door. “Nope, in fact (Y/N) has something to ask you so we’ll leave you to it.” Carol grins “unsuspiciously” at him whilst dragging the other two out. Rosita mouths a “we’ll come back later” while exiting the room, Maggie giving a thumbs up. You groan, putting your head in your hands as you run your fingers through your hair.

You can hear heavy footsteps walk towards you, the squeak of a chair being pulled up next to your desk before that familiar gruff voice speaks. “What was it that you wanted to ask?”

You lift your head to look at Daryl, your heart jumping at the close proximity you two were in. For a moment you contemplate whether to bail on the question or just go for it. You clear your throat, sitting up and crossing your arms, “are you going to the cookout tonight?” Quickly looking away in embarrassment. Nothing even happened yet.

He grunts, shifting in his seat. “Was just gonna go fer a little bit, don’ really feel like stickin’ around.” You nod slowly, muttering a mutual statement.

“Wanna go together?” You look up once more, mentally cringing and hitting yourself. For a moment you could swear his eyes lit up, he nibbled the inside of his bottom lip. A habit of his which you silently found endearing.

“Yeah. Yeah sure.” He grumbles, looking to the side. His hair falling over his face, you had an urge to reach up and brush it away but you held back, not wanting to be too bold. You hum silently, awkwardly shifting away from him in your seat.

“Oh, why’d you come here? Did you need something?” You look over at him, realizing he came here on his own free will. He clears his throat, brushing his bangs out of his face with his hand as he looks at you. Reaching into his pocket and handing you a little fox figurine, he had a slight smile on his face as he handed it to you.

You giggled, inspecting it as you held it in your hands. Unbeknownst to you, he was staring at you. Looking at your features and studying them, if someone walked in it would look as if he were a painter and you were his subject. “I jus’ found it on a run earlier, thought ‘cha might like it.” He murmured sheepishly, playing with his fingers.

You looked towards him, smiling at him with those eyes that made his heart skip a beat every time you even glanced in his direction. “I do like it, thanks Daryl.” You placed the figurine on your desk, next to a picture frame of you and the group. Daryl suddenly stood up, looking down at you softly before turning towards the door.

“I’ll pick ya up later tonight then?” He smiled slightly and you nodded, waving to him as he left. Once the door shut you spun around in your chair, your face heating up as you just processed everything that just happened. But now you were left to dread about the upcoming cookout in a few hours.

“No, not happening.” You crossed your arms at the dress presented to you by Rosita and Maggie. It was a very flattering dress for sure, it was a deep red colour, the length ended just above mid thigh, and the neckline was pretty low. It was something you probably wouldn’t ever wear, even pre-apocalypse. “Sorry Rosita but your style just doesn’t fit me. If anything, I’d like to try one of Maggie's dresses.” You shrug and Maggie stifles a laugh.

“Hun this is my dress.” She smirks at you while you frown, “farmer’s daughter can be pretty outrageous too y’know.” Rosita laughs, tossing the dress at you.

“At least try it on, just humour us.” Rosita mockingly pleads with you. Rolling your eyes you walk towards the bathroom with the dress in hand, hearing a quiet cheer from the both of them as you shut the door.

You stare down at the garment in your hands, trying it on couldn’t hurt… Right? You sigh, taking off your shirt and shorts before slipping the dress on. You audibly gasp at your reflection in the mirror, a hand going over your mouth. The dress hugged your body perfectly, it wasn’t tight but it fit in all the right places. You looked hot.

“Everything alright?” Maggie knocked on the door. You rushed over to the door, opening it.

“Dude…” You mutter in disbelief as you show yourself off to them. Maggie clasped her hands together laughing.

“Girl. If I wasn’t helping you get with Daryl I’d be all over you right now.” Rosita smirks, looking you up and down as you smack her shoulder playfully.

“Well are you gonna wear it or not? I think you should, if you have Rosita thirsting over you then imagine how Daryl is going to react when he picks you up like this.” Maggie giggles, fixing the back of your dress.

You bite your lip in thought, “I don’t know….” Rosita almost slaps you with how fast she turns around to grab you.

“Why not!? You look so fucking hot right now and I swear to god Daryl will think the same.” You laugh slightly at Rosita’s shock, Maggie murmuring agreement with her.

You let out a breath, shaking your head as you turn to the mirror. Fixing your hair a bit and brushing over the dress, a small smiling tugging at your lips as you nod. “Okay fine I’ll wear it, but only because I want to. Not because I want to impress Daryl.” Maggie rolls her eyes playfully as Rosita jumps up clapping.

“Okay well don’t let us bother you, and have fun tonight.” Maggie giggles, taking Rosita to leave, “not too much fun.” She jokes while winking and leaving the room causing you to shoot a glare at her as the door closes behind them.

You go to grab some small heels which surprisingly matches the colour of the dress and quickly look yourself over. Fixing your hair properly this time. Now all that’s left is to wait for Daryl to come pick you up… You take a deep breath, muttering a small affirmation before exiting your room and going downstairs to wait for Daryl.

After what feels like an eternity of waiting, a familiar three beat knock shatters your thoughts. Immediately standing up and walking over to the door, taking yet another deep breath before opening the door.

There he was. Daryl was standing there dressed in his normal attire but neater. His eyes widened at the sight of you, discreetly looking you up and down. A small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before averting his gaze after a moment, causing you to blush and look down at your feet.

“You look… great.” He breathes out, a small smile playing at your lips as you mumble a small thank you. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, not noticing the way his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you. He cleared his throat, moving to the side to let you exit your house, “well let’s get going then.”

You guys started walking towards the middle of Alexandria where the cookout was being held, you felt a bit nervous for tonight as you were worried about fucking everything up. You glanced up at Daryl who had a slight smile playing at his lips, you sighed softly as you looked back down. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

You two walked in silence, the air was tense. Neither of you said anything before you got to the cookout. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you saw Carol cooking up some rabbit stew by one of the picnic tables. “I’ll be right back.” You muttered to Daryl, giving him a pat on the shoulder before darting towards Carol. Daryl stared after you for a moment, a slight frown on his face when you left him.

Carol shook when you approached her from behind and smacked a hand on her shoulder, placing down a large pot of soup as she looked at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t do that, I could’ve dropped that and I bet a lot of people here would be very mad at you for destroying everyone’s favourite rabbit stew in town….” You rolled your eyes, turning your head to find Daryl before nodding your head over to him. Carol narrowed her eyes confused as she looked at you, “you got a neck problem or something?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you muttered to her. “Daryl’s over there.” Her eyes lit up before immediately smacking you on the head, causing you to yelp and hit her back.

“What are you doing here with me? Go talk to him you idiot.” She grinned, taking a wooden spoon and stirring the pot of soup. Before you could argue she pushed you away, “go, I’m busy anyway.” She giggled as you glared at her, taking a deep breath and turning to walk in Daryl’s direction. He was over by the drink table, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and taking a sip. Your eyes traveled down to his throat in which his adam’s apple bobbed when swallowing the liquid, his bicep flexing when he moved his arm. You immediately shook your head to escape those thoughts and looked around to make sure no one was watching you practically drooling over him.

You took a deep breath before approaching him, a soft smile on your face as you looked up at him. He glanced down at you, his usual tough demeanour faltering and he flashed you a quick smile. “You wan’ a drink?” He offered, gesturing to the table. Your gaze moved towards the table, scanning over it before eyeing the bottle of red wine. He immediately followed, picking up a glass and pouring some for you. He shyly handed you the glass before taking your hand and dragging you along with him. The contact of his hand holding yours was enough to make your knees shake, looking at the back of his head as he led you through the crowd.

He finally let go of your hand once you guys got to a more secluded spot of the area, he took a seat by the tree nearby. You quickly followed suit, making sure to hold your dress down as you went to sit beside him, once you sat you took a sip of your wine to calm your nerves. He slowly shifted closer to you, taking his vest off and placing it over your lap which made you look up at him.

“Don’ wan’ anyone to look up yer skirt.” He mumbled, sitting back against the tree and taking a swig of his whiskey. You blushed, hiding your face by drinking some more of your wine. He noticed and chuckled a bit, tucking your hair behind your ear. He immediately retracted his hand, “sorry.”

You shook your head giggling as he watched you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s fine.”

“You really are pretty tonight.” He mumbled, clearing his throat as he looked you over again. You chuckle, placing your hand on his knee.

“Thanks, you look good too y’know. Clean.” He snorts at your statement, hiding a grin behind his glass. You try to grab his head and turn him to you, the both of you giggling as you quickly discard your glass of wine, the substance seeping into the ground beneath you.

“Stop hiding… You’re so cute when you smile.” You blurt out, causing Daryl to pause for a moment before scoffing and shaking his head. You were glad you drank, the alcohol probably aiding you with even looking at him. “You are.” You insisted, brushing his bangs out of his face.

He pulls back which makes your brows furrow together, worried that you may have made him uncomfortable. “Don’ say things like tha’.” He murmurs, only fueling your confusion.

You tilted your head to try and read his expression, but like always you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking. He was hiding behind his hair again, you tried to reach up to brush it away. To look into those piercing blue eyes you grew to love but he backed away. “Stop, ya shouldn’. We shouldn’t.” He said gruffly. You frowned, moving closer to him.

“What do you mean?” You asked quietly, a twinge of hope in your tone as you placed a hand on his knee. He shifted away and cleared his throat, running his fingers through his hair.

“We shouldn’ do things or say stuff we don’ mean.” Your heart broke at his sentence. Maybe you were right, he didn’t like you like that. You moved away slightly, a gap in between the both of you as you sat in silence. You played with your fingers, a lump in your throat as you realized you probably made him uncomfortable. You beat yourself up mentally for being too bold with him, thinking about how you should’ve just stayed home tonight.

He glanced at you, nibbling the inside of his bottom lip before grunting, moving closer to you before speaking softly. “What I mean is, I don’t wanna do somethin’ you don’ want an’ scare ya off.” You looked at him, tilting your head as you bite the edge of your thumb.

You took a deep breath as you processed his words, still looking up at him as you narrowed your eyes questioningly. “I like ya, (Y/N).” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head as he again, shifted away from you. You said nothing for awhile which only piqued Daryl’s anxiety, making him wonder if you even heard him.

“I like you too.” You physically cringed hearing the words come out of your mouth, feeling like you were in middle school again. He chuckled, leaning back against the tree and staring up at the purple sky. You looked at him for a moment, the soft summer breeze was blowing his hair gently and causing it to occasionally fly into his eyes, giggling when he grunted about it. You also leaned against the tree, your head turned towards him the entire time as you stared at him with eyes he never thought would be directed towards him. He turned his head to look back at you, a soft smile playing at his lips before he opening his mouth to speak.

“Wanna get outta here?” Once you nodded he smiled, standing up and offering his hand which you gratefully accepted. He took his vest back and wrapped it around your shoulders to keep you warm which didn’t really help due to there being no sleeves, but the feeling of his affection did. You interlocked your fingers together with his as he led you through the crowd for the last time tonight, his heart skipped a beat when you initiated the hand holding and he felt a warm feeling in his chest. One he never knew he’d get to experience.

He eventually brought you over to his house in which he shared with Carol, letting you enter first as he came in behind you. His large hand lingering over the small of your back while you took off his vest, mumbling gratitude as you handed it back to him. He chuckled, placing the vest on the couch as he took a seat, gesturing for you to join him.

“Carol won’t be home ‘til late tonigh’, reckon it’s gotta do with the cookout.” He grumbled, watching you sit down. He took time to watch you, noticing the way more of your thighs were exposed when your dress rode up. He quickly averted his gaze, biting his bottom lip as he rubbed the scruff on his chin. You just nodded, silently leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder.

He laughed silently, “yer awfully quiet tonight. Why’d the sudden confession change the way you act aroun’ me?” You slapped his chest gently, hearing a quiet “there it is” from him as you lifted your head up.

“It’s just… different. I guess it’s just me seeing you in a different way, officially.” He snorted, glancing over at you. His eyes caught a glimpse of the low cut neckline of your dress, your cleavage practically flaunting in his face. His head shot up towards the ceiling, a gruff chuckle escaping him.

“What kinda way you see me before?” He grunts as he mocks your words slightly, you shake your head and placed your head against his shoulder once more.

“Never wanted to admit my feelings for you, not even to myself. I always just thought you saw me as a friend and nothing more.” You mumbled, absentmindedly tracing shapes into the back of his hand with your finger. He smiled at the gesture before looking up in thought.

“It was the same fer me.” He rubbed over his face with his left hand, “if you didn’ ask me out today I probably never would’ve.” You hummed softly in acknowledgement, silently happy you were literally peer pressured into asking him out.

His hand grasped yours, rubbing circles into your hand with his thumb, sighing softly. “I’d probably still be sneaking glances at you. Who am I kiddin’ I’ll probably still do that.” He chuckled softly as you grinned stupidly. His heart swelled at your smile. Wanting to see more of it he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing it gently while you giggled at his stubble scratching against it. “I love the way you sound.” He added softly, looking at you with eyes you never knew was possible for him to make. This Daryl was way different from the one you met all those years back at the quarry, you weren’t complaining. You just hoped you’d be the only person he looked at this way.

You both sat in silence as you stared at each other, gradually leaning closer. You closed your eyes as his lips pressed against yours. The way his lips felt against yours was perfect, better than any pair of lips that fell upon your own. The kiss went on for awhile, it was soft, innocent. His hand moved to your cheek, tilting your head as he tried to deepen the kiss, his tongue prodding at your lips for entrance. You gratefully granted it and his tongue slipped into your mouth, the faint taste of whiskey and tobacco lingering on his tongue. You hummed into the kiss and felt his breath hitch from the vibration, reluctantly you both pulled back for air, your foreheads pressed together.

“Daryl… can we go to your room?” You broke the silence, feeling his hot breath against your face. He stroked your hair and pulled back with his brows furrowed.

“Ya sure…? I don’ wanna do anything you don’ want to do.” He was serious, looking into your eyes. Once you nodded he hesitantly grabbed your hand and gently guided you towards the basement where he claimed his bedroom. His hand no longer lingered on the small of your back, now fully pressing against it as he held your hand with his free one, guiding you down the stairs and into his bedroom.

He closed the door behind him, turning back to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips. He let out a shocked noise which you found cute, his arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed you back. The kiss quickly deepened, your tongues moving together in a sensual dance as he backed you up towards his bed, gently placing you down.

He pulled back, sitting next to you. You immediately sat up to try and kiss him again but he stopped you, “(Y/N), you drank earlier. ‘m not gonna do anythin’ if yer drunk, ya know that.”

You shook your head, moving closer. “I had two sips, barely enough to get me drunk. And I know I want this, especially with you. Only you Daryl.” You whispered, noticing the way his breathing became shallow as you moved closer.

“Ya sure? (Y/N), I need you to be absolutely sure. I—I don’ wanna hurt ya.” He nibbled his bottom lip anxiously. You placed a hand on his chest, your eyes clouded with desire, feeling the way his heart beat faster. He watched as you lowered your head towards his neck, kissing and licking the skin there, closing your eyes as he groaned quietly.

“I’m sure.” You whispered against his skin and caused him to shiver before he took you by the shoulders, pushing you onto the bed. No further words were needed as he started kissing your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin. You shook underneath him as small pleas escaped your lips.

He growled quietly, nibbling you and leaving small bites on your neck, searching for one spot. You let out a louder than intended moan, there it is. There was one thing about Daryl, he was good at finding things. He continued to kiss and suck on the soft spot of your neck, quiet noises left your mouth almost pathetically as you fell apart underneath him. He pulled back to look at you, his breath hitching as he saw the state you were in. Your face was flushed, eyes closed, and your lips were parted. Red and swollen from your previous making out. You whined softly, raising your hands to try and feel him again. He swallowed hard. He barely even touched you and yet you were so… so needy.

“Jesus (Y/N)…” He muttered under his breath, lightly tracing over your knees before pushing them apart. Rubbing his chin as he stared down at you, grabbing you by your shoulders, “sit up girl.” He helped you sit up, kissing your lips softly before looking into your eyes once more. His hand moved to your back, playing with the zipper of your dress. He looked up at you for permission, you gave a nod and he smiled softly, kissing your temple before slowly unzipping your dress. He slowly slipped your dress down, kissing your shoulder gently as his left hand rubbed your knee comfortingly.

Soon he pulled your dress off, leaving you in your undergarments. His eyes traced over your body, thinking he’d never live to see this moment. You shivered as the cold air hit your body and he immediately encircled you, his arms moved around your body as he went to press his lips against yours once more.

Your eyes fluttered shut and giggled into the kiss when his stubble tickled you, his hand running through your hair gently. The feeling of his nails scratching your scalp made you shiver excitedly. Gently, his hands moved down your body but they moved with hesitation. It was like he was treating you as if you were fragile and would crumble if he moved too quickly.

“Don’t hold back Daryl…” You whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He nodded, looking back down as his hands moved with more force. He lightly traced over the straps of your bra, playing with the little bits of lace as he moved down to kiss your collarbone. His tongue darting out to lick over to the bra strap, kissing your shoulder before slipping the strap off your shoulder. All while glancing up at you to make sure there were no signs of discomfort, you looked back down at him and smiled softly causing his heart to skip a beat. He pressed another loving kiss to your lips before slipping the other strap off your shoulder, his hands moving behind you to unclasp your bra with ease. He tossed your bra onto the floor, backing up to look at you. After he said nothing you felt a rush of embarrassment, shyly covering your breasts from him.

“No, no, no…” He whispered, taking your hands and moving them to your side, “don’ hide ‘em. Yer beautiful.” He quickly kissed your cheek, then your chin, your neck, and then finally the valley of your breasts. You let out a soft whimper as his lips moved over to your left breast, kissing the flesh gently before parting his lips and placing it over your nipple. A shocked but pleased moan exited your mouth while his left hand moved to massage your other breast, his tongue swirling around. Your eyes fluttered shut when his mouth moved to give your other breast attention, your lips parted and let out soft gasps of pleasure. Your hand moved to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair and gripping it gently, causing him to grunt against you.

He moved back giving your chest one last kiss before unbuttoning his shirt, you reached up to help him. Hands shaking with anticipation as each button was undone, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor. He kissed you intensely, pushing you down onto the bed and pressing a knee in between your legs. Your hands moved to touch his chest, tracing over the scarred skin. He flinched back, suddenly self conscious about the scars all over his back and chest. You knew about his trauma, you were one of the only people he opened up to, but this was your first time seeing it. Noticing his anxiety, you leaned up on your elbows, tracing the scars gently. Pressing your lips against them, feeling his tense body relax under your touch, he let out a deep sigh as you showed affection towards him like this. Closing his eyes as his love for you only grew deeper, never in his life would he have thought someone would creep this deep into his heart.

He pushed you back, his lips finding yours as his hand lingered down over the waistband of your panties. You groaned into his mouth as his fingers slipped under and over to your wet pussy, his breath faltered at how wet you were. How eager you were for him.

“Daryl.” You breathed out when he parted from your mouth, his fingers gently rubbing your clit.

“Mm?” He hummed next to your ear, his middle finger dipping through your slick as he continued to rub your sensitive nub. A choked moan escaped you as he did this, his other hand running his fingers through your hair as he shushed you. “Easy…” You bit your lip as the hand in your hair left to pull your panties down, tossing it onto the floor to join the other clothes.

His fingers left you momentarily as he moved down the bed slowly to look at your glistening pussy. He placed a hand on your thigh, spreading your open further while you looked down at him. Your brows were furrowed in pleasure, lips parted as your breathing came out shallow and ragged. He pushed his index finger past your folds, groaning at how wet you were as he teased your entrance. Your whining was enough to make him twitch in his pants, suddenly realizing how tight his pants felt. He let his index push into your entrance, feeling your tight walls convulse around the digit and hearing a moan escape you. He smirked from his place as he looked up at you, “alrigh’ up there?” Your eyes were shut tight while your brows were pressed together, you let out a shaky breath and nodded. He took your confirmation as a sign to start pumping his finger in and out of you, your legs shaking.

You were kind of embarrassed by how this man had you shaking just by one finger, but it’s been awhile since you’ve last done this with anyone. Plus it was Daryl fucking Dixon… You let out yet another pathetic moan, your hand coming up to cover your noises out of embarrassment. He stopped moving his finger and you whine, looking down at him. He had a frown on his face.

“Don’ cover yer mouth, lemme hear those pretty noises from you darlin’.” He drawled lowly, you whimpered as you slowly lowered your hand and he continued moving his finger. He eventually slipped a second into you, stretching you out. You threw your head back against the bed as you cried out in pleasure. After a moment he removed his fingers, only to replace it with something warm. You gasped out once you realized it was his tongue pressing against your clit.

“D—Daryl…” You stuttered, your fingers finding themselves in his hair. He lapped at your pussy, eating you out as if you were the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten in his entire life. Loud moans echoed through his room as you tugged on his hair, lifting your hips to grind against his face. He grunted against you, holding your hips with his large hands as he held you down, slurping up your arousal.

Moans kept spilling out of you as he kept sucking at your clit, feeling a familiar feeling building up in your stomach. You whimpered, pushing his head further down against you. “Fuck Daryl… I’m gonna…” You groaned when he slipped a finger into you again, his tongue still lapping at your clit, “I’m gonna cum.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, the vibrations almost sending you over the edge as another finger pumped into you. The amount of attention he was giving your pussy was overwhelming as his fingers curled inside of you, fingertips just barely brushing over your sweet spot. You mewled, pulling his hair hard as he curled his fingers again, sucking on your clit in the process. He could tell you were close and he pumped and curled his fingers faster, finally hitting that sweet spot inside of you. A loud moan spilling out of your mouth as your head pushed back further into the bed.

“Tha’s it… come fer me..” He mumbled against your clit, sending you over the edge and reaching that climax. Your fluids rushing onto his fingers, which he pulled out. His tongue darting towards your juices and licking it all up. You let out a small whimper as lewd noises of him slurping all your juices up rang through your ears. He licked you clean, lifting his head up and wiping his chin with his forearm, covered in your release. The corner of his lips curled into a smirk as he watched you breathe heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high. He licked his fingers clean, rolling his eyes back with a low groan. “So sweet…” He whispered, eliciting a whine from you.

He quickly started unbuckling his belt, needing to free his almost painful erection. You whimpered again, his hands twitching at the noise. “Daryl…” You whispered so desperately you normally would’ve been embarrassed, but the ache between your thighs and the desire for him was too strong for you to even care.

“Shh.. I got ya..” He whispered, moving closer to you as one hand gently caressed your cheek, the other continuing to unbutton his pants. He placed a sweet kiss to your temple while the hand on your cheek moved to push your hair out of your face. “So beautiful.”

He planted another kiss to your head before moving back to shove his pants down, you eyed the bulge in his boxers. You moved to sit up and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer. He chuckled lowly, caressing your head as he looked down at you. His lustful eyes peered down at you as you looked up at him with your own desperate ones. Before you could pull him out of his underwear he stopped you, pulling back.

“Hold on.” He whispered softly, moving to his bedside table and rummaging through it. Your gaze followed him, crawling over on the bed towards him, “shit.” He muttered, a frown on his face. You furrowed your brows in confusion, sitting on your knees as he went to cup your face. He kissed your lips sweetly, apologetically. “Sorry (Y/N)… I think we have to do this another time, I don’ got any condoms.”

You took his hands from your face, kissing his knuckles. Feeling his calloused fingertips run against your palms. “It’s okay… I don’t mind.” You said gently and looked down at his fingers laced with yours. His eyes widened and he frowned once again, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs.

“Ya sure? I don’… I don’ think tha’s a good idea (Y/N),” he murmured softly. You sighed, lowering your hand to palm him through his briefs, earning a grunt from him as his hand gripped your wrist. You looked into his eyes, begging him to just continue without it. His grip on your wrist loosened and you continued to move your hand against him, a low groan escaping him. “(Y/N).”

“Please Daryl… I don’t care. Just pull out.” You pleaded with him, you just needed him inside of you. Feeling more aroused the more he kept you waiting. His bangs were over his eyes again, ”I’ll have to trim those soon.” You thought to yourself, he kept silent as if contemplating the idea. He nodded slowly, taking your chin and lifting your face to his before smashing his lips onto yours in a heated kiss.

His tongue met yours messily as he pushed you down onto the bed, his hands finding your breasts again. Kissing him was addicting, it felt right. You let out a small moan into his mouth, his grip on your breast tightening as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. A low growl escaped him as he pulled back, slipping off his boxers. Your eyes travelled down to see his cock, your breath catching from how hard it was. Not to mention how huge he was. He groaned, taking hold of himself and stroking himself slowly to relieve some of that tension, precum starting to dribble out of his tip. You pulled him down by his neck, connecting your lips once more while you replaced his hand with your own. Jerking him off slowly as he groaned deeply into your mouth.

“Hol’ on baby.” He whispered sweetly, taking your hand away from him. He moved back, keeping his hands on your knees as you looked up at him. Your expression one of pure lust and desire, the dim light of his lamp highlighting your curves, your body scarred from past battles and years of being in the apocalypse. Your hair was perfectly splayed around the pillow framing your head and your lips were parted, swollen. The hands on your knees slowly pushed them apart, spreading you open for him. He groaned at the sight unravelling in front of him, his cock twitching as his gaze wandered down to your dripping cunt. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

His finger dipped down to touch your pussy as he jerked himself off slowly, a mewl spilling out of your mouth at the sensation. His touch was so light and delicate it almost hurt. “Daryl please.” You pleaded, not wanting to continue this any longer. You needed him inside of you. He got the memo, nodding while grabbing your hips with one hand as the other grabbed his dick and positioned it at your entrance.

“Fuck yer so wet.” He drawled, his tip running through your folds as you whined impatiently. He chuckled quietly, lowering his head to kiss your jaw, sucking gently. “So impatient.” He growled, kissing down your neck and over to your breasts. His tip pushing into you slowly.

You let out a cry as he slowly pushed into you, his thick dick stretching you, your walls convulsing around him as you struggled to adjust. He cursed into your neck, kissing the sweet spot on your neck while a hand moved into your hair to try and distract you from the pain. You whimpered, closing your eyes as you tried to focus on anything but the pain as he continued to push in slowly. He caressed your hair and kissed up your neck and over to your jaw, shushing you. Murmuring sweet nothings into your ear as he bottomed out, halting once he fully entered. You weren’t necessarily a virgin but the last time you’ve ever had sex was before the apocalypse, and he wasn’t as big as Daryl.

“Move.” You whimpered breathlessly, he looked up at you for confirmation and when you nodded he slowly pulled out. Only to push back in, eliciting a whine from you. He hesitantly continued and soon the pain turned into pleasure, a deep moan erupting from you as he kept his face buried in your neck. His hot breath turning you on further as he started to bite at your neck, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.

He let out a low groan into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he moved down to your breasts once more. His tongue darting out and licking your nipple while his hand moved to pinch the other. Everything quickly became overwhelming as your back arched off the bed and into him, a loud moan escaping you once more. You didn’t care about being too loud, you were too in bliss to even think about someone hearing you. Your hands moved into his hair, tugging it and causing him to grunt in your ear. His pace quickened and the squelch of his dick pumping into your wet cunt echoed through the room.

His lips returned back to yours, your tongues meeting in an intimate dance as his hips snapped relentlessly into you. You could do nothing but moan into his mouth and tug his hair, his own hands gripping at your hips, probably going to leave bruises in the morning from how tight he was holding onto you. The kiss was sloppy and messy, your teeth clashing together while moans and whines poured out of your mouth and into his. He swallowed up your noises, pressing his mouth right up against yours to muffle your sounds. All while pounding into you at a rough pace.

One of your hands trailed down his neck and onto his back, digging your nails into his skin and releasing your mouth from his. He buried his face into your neck, groaning more as you scratched his back and pulled his hair. His hips stuttering slightly. You held him close, wrapping your legs around his waist while he tried to speed up again. The headboard was hitting the wall now and the bed was creaking with every thrust he gave. Your moans blended perfectly together with his heavy groans, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing through his room.

You started to shake, that same feeling building up in your stomach as your walls throbbed around him, eliciting a choked moan from him as he slipped an arm under you. Soft gasps came out of your mouth, your throat hoarse from all your screaming and moaning, but they kept on coming. He held you close to him, acknowledging the fact you’re close.

“Almost there baby, hold on fer me.” He grunted into your ear, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and irregular as he also chased towards his climax. You quietly whined into his ear, your pussy clenching around his dick. His eyes rolled back into his head as your walls trapped him inside of you, thrusting deeper into you and hitting that sweet spot.

You threw your head back, arching off the bed as you let out a loud moan of his name. Releasing all over his cock and onto his bedsheets.

“So tight…” He moaned softly, pulling out and cumming on your stomach. He collapsed on top of you, not fully pressing his body weight on you. The two of you breathing heavily as you try to catch your breaths. After a moment he lifted off of you, kissing your jaw. You kept your eyes closed, lips parted in a soft breathing while he whispered into your ear. “Be righ’ back.”

You can hear him walk into the bathroom, a bit of shuffling around before he comes back into the room. You were right where he left you, eyes closed and covered in cum. You could hear him chuckle quietly before a cold feeling hits your skin, your eyes snap open in shock and he shushes you. You look down and notice he’s wiping you clean with a wet towel. Relaxing, you lay your head back down on the pillow, enjoying the cold feeling on your hot skin as he wipes you completely clean. He leaves for a second time to throw the towel into a laundry bin, walking back up to you and smiling softly as he watches you wrap yourself up in his blanket.

“Got some room fer me?” He drawled, chuckling softly. You open your eyes a bit, lifting your arm to welcome him. He quickly got into bed with you, shutting off his lamp as he pulled the covers over the both of you, kissing your forehead. “Okay?” He asked quietly, stroking your hair out of your face.

“Better than okay.” Your voice cracked, hoarse from all the moaning. He just breathed out softly in response, holding you into his chest.

“Y’know I wanted our first time to be special…. but ‘m not entirely upset with how this went.” He snorted, squeezing you gently. You laughed gently, lifting your head to peck his lips.

“It was special.” You argued lightly, kissing his cheek before relaxing in his arms. He looked down at you, there wasn’t much light in the room but he could still make out your features. He smiled to himself, glad that tonight happened the way it did. Nothing else was said as you both slowly succumbed to sleep.

You woke up when you felt no one beside you, panicked you sat up and looked around for Daryl. Your shoulders relaxing when you heard the sink in the bathroom, quickly getting up and slipping on your underwear along with your bra. You didn’t have any place to be so you decided to just stay here for the morning, grinning as you found one of his shirts. Bringing it up to your nose and smelling it, tobacco and his natural musk filling your senses. You put it on, blushing at the fact that you could now wear his clothes.

“Oh my god.” You turned around at the sound of Daryl’s voice, he stood there at the doorframe of the bathroom. Looking you up and down before walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, “you look so gorgeous (Y/N)…” He kissed the top of your head, rocking you side to side slowly as you giggled.

“You going out?” You beamed up at him, knowing he usually wakes up early to hunt. He nodded, kissing your head again before ruffling your hair and letting you go.

“Yeah, ya should probably go get somethin’ to eat. Wouldn’ want yer pretty self to be hungry.” You giggled, nodding before turning to go upstairs. He smirked as he watched you leave, his eyes trailing over the marks on your neck. He shook his head grinning to himself as he got his gear ready.

You walked into the kitchen, looking through the fridge and grabbing some leftover food from the cookout. Jumping when you closed the door and saw Carol, “jesus fucking christ.”

“So you did fuck him on the first date.” Carol smirked at you, following you over to the table. You rolled your eyes, hiding a grin. “So are you together now? Finally? After months and months of painful interactions that I had to witness and hear about with my own two ears and eyes???”

You scoffed, opening your mouth to answer before Daryl stepped into the room.

“Mornin’.” He gruffed, waving to Carol and kissing your head before heading towards the front door. “See ya later, (Y/N)…” He looked you over once again before leaving, crossbow in hand.

You turn your head back to Carol, a light blush on your face along with a grin. “Got my answer.” She grinned.

You giggled softly, picking at your food. “It’s…. a work in progress…”

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The Guest House - Chapter 9

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,474

A/N: I can't tell you how much I appreciate everyone's kind words and support these last few weeks. It was a very tough time but I've finally given myself time to rest and recover and starting to feel better again. I'm so happy to be back at this story and hope you all enjoy 🩵🩷

“I WHAT?” You stammer as Dean leans back, out of your space, still grinning.

After you had told him about your dream car, he had texted Rick, asking him if he would bring the ‘73 Mustang along for you to drive while he worked on Rick’s show cars. He initially was going to leave you at home with his mom, but thought you would enjoy this a lot more.

Plus, Rick loved showing off and racing his collection–the ones he didn’t plan to put up for auction–so he was more than happy to oblige.

“Hey, Dean!”

Speak of the gray-haired devel.

Dean turns to see Rick jogging from the garages, his arm outstretched above him as Dean waves back.

A few seconds later, Rick steps into the circle you and Dean had created, his hands on his hips as he catches his breath.

“Y/N,” Dean points towards the newcomer. “This is Rick. Rick, Y/N.” Rick reaches out his hand and you take it, giving it a firm shake as Dean raises an eyebrow.

“Nice to meet you,” you greet Rick with a smile as you drop his hand.

“You as well.” Rick returns. “Heard you had an interest in Mustangs.”

Dean’s eyes dart to you, his smile growing as the color rushes to your cheeks before you sneak a glance at him.

“Really just one Mustang.” You admit, your attention back to Rick. “My dad tried to get me a ‘74 for my first car but my mom shot that down pretty quick.”

“Ah,” Rick snaps. “That’s too bad. Beautiful machine.” And you nod in agreement.

“Well,” Rick’s hand lands heavy on Dean’s shoulder. “Dean here has some work to get to for me, but while he works, you and I will play.” Your lips pop open at Rick’s words and you suck in a breath as you quickly turn to Dean, panic in your Y/E/C eyes as your gaze darts across his face. Dean can’t stop the smirk that appears as you look up to him to save you.

“He’s harmless, I promise.” Dean assures you with a wink, his hand coming to rest on your upper arm. The color returns to your cheeks, and Dean’s smirk relaxes, just one corner of his lip raised as his heartbeat slows.

Fuck. He drops his hand away from you and straightens out as he clears his throat. Touching you while you were looking up at him like that, through your thick lashes, was a bad idea. And he takes a step away.

“Well, I’ll leave you kids to it.” Dean turns, walking backwards to keep his eyes on you and Rick. And you. “Have fun.”

This time, he fully turns, away from you as he hears Rick starting his spiel about Mustangs and how they were first introduced to the public at the World’s Fair in 1964 and since then, it’s been one of the most desired cars of our time.

Dean smirks. He’s heard this history lesson more times than he would have cared to, but Rick’s a good guy, who pays well. Really well. Just for today's work, he was going to take home $6K, which was definitely over market value for Dean’s work, but Rick liked and trusted Dean, and for a man where $6K was nothing, he was more than happy to pay extra to keep Dean around.

Dean steps into the garage, welcomed by Rick’s Datsun 240Z, Pontiac Firebird, and of course, Rick’s pride and joy, his 1969 Corvette Stingray. The first two were going up for auction tomorrow, while the Stingray was just here for a general checkup.

Despite the beautiful cars in front of him, his eyes are drawn a few stalls down, where she’s waiting for him.

That sense of excitement and pride bubbles up in his chest whenever he lays his eyes on her. But she would have to wait for now.

Tearing his eyes away, Dean claps his hands together and gives them a rub.

“Let’s get to work.”

Your heart is pounding in the best way possible as Rick crosses the finish line for the seventh time. This is the most alive you’ve felt in a long time.

He had expertly raced you through the course, taking every curve so smoothly, you barely slipped across the benched, leather seat. When the speedometer first hit 120MPH, your eyes widened and you suddenly realized you were sitting in a steel deathtrap, going at a speed that would surely kill you if you were to crash, with a man you had met only two minutes prior.

It was insanity. But here you were, loving every moment of it.

“Whatcha say? Wanna take a ride in the driver’s seat?” Rick turns in his seat once the car slows to a stop.

You take a deep breath, calming your racing heart.

“God I wish.” You’re practically breathless. “But I never learned how to drive stick.” Rick snaps for the second time today.

“Well that’s a damn shame.” The older man shakes his head, his unstyled hair following the movement. “I would offer to teach you, but this isn’t quite the type of car you learn on.” He smiles while he pats the dashboard affectionately.

You swat your hand through the air.

“Oh don’t even worry about it.” You were glad he didn’t offer to teach you. You would have been terrified of learning on such a beautiful car. You would probably find a way to crash it or ruin it. And you didn’t have the funds to fix a classic car at the moment.

“But thank you for taking me. That was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done.” And it was true. The last time you had done anything this crazy was when you were in college, and did the Sky Coaster with Sydney while on spring break in Myrtle Beach. The two of you squeezed each other’s hands as you laid in the harness as you swung almost 200 feet in the air over the boardwalk. Since then, it’s been calculated and controlled decisions as you focused on growing your career above all else.

Without another word, Rick steps out of the car, and you follow.

“So what brings you up to Bolton?” Rick rests against the hood of the car, looking across at you. “Besides Dean?” He smirks. Something tells you he’s fishing, but unfortunately for him, the pond is empty.

“Well, I’m only here because of Dean, but I live in the city and recently quit my job so I decided to take a little vacation before I jumped back into the rat race. I’m renting out Dean’s guest house.” Rick wrinkles his nose and looks away.

“Dean’s renting? Can’t imagine he’s liking that too much.” Rick snaps his cobalt gaze back to you, holding up a hand. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you smirk. “He wasn’t the most gracious host when we first met,” you chuckle at the memory of Dean storming you with a gun as you had lounged in the hot tub. “But we’re getting there.” Rick just shakes his head, looking like he has a comment on the tip of his tongue, but bites it back.

“Well, I’m glad Dean brought you along today.” Rick taps the hood of the car before stepping around towards the front, and you follow. “Always nice to meet a new face.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” You smile up toward Rick as you walk in tandem towards the garages Dean had disappeared to before Rick whisked you away in your dream car.

“I hope you’ll be joining us at the auction tomorrow?” Rick glances down towards you, and you nod.

“I’ll probably be the most useless person there, but I will be there.” You chuckle, and Rick joins in with you.

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Rick steps in front of you as you approach the door. “Besides, I’d love to introduce you to my wife, Addie. She’ll be so happy to have someone else who knows nothing about cars.” He pulls the door open for you. “She says Dean and I are incorrigible at these things.” He shoots you a wink and you smile and give him your thanks as you step inside.

The garage is set up similar to a classic mechanics’ shop, several work stalls running down the lengthy hall, each with a car quietly parked within them, but everything in the rectangular space screams modernity. Before each stall is a glass garage door, framed in shining black chrome. Lifts glisten in their near-pristine condition, whether because they’re new or because they’re so well kept. The floors are a polished cement, the wall color made to match.

It was definitely designed by someone with a lot of money.

You glance over your shoulder at Rick.

“You don’t happen to own this racetrack, do you?” You pose the question, the lightbulb having gone off in your head as you take in the gleaming workspace and the proud man smiling behind you.

“Bought it about a decade ago.” Rick rests his hands on his jean-clad hips. “Was a lifelong dream of mine. I grew up a few towns over and my dad used to take me here all the time growing up. He was a car guy too.” Rick motions to a couch along the side wall and you take a seat.

“It had shut down back in 2009 when the original owners couldn’t keep up with the payments anymore after the economy crashed.” Rick settles next to you at a comfortable distance. “I was living in the city at the time and had no idea it was on the market. I was in the area for work and decided to take a detour to visit for old time’s sake and was shocked to find it was shut down. I was getting ready to retire, and Addie had been trying to help me find a retirement project so I wouldn’t drive her crazy,” he chuckles. “This wasn’t what she had in mind, but it gets me out of the house, which is what she wanted, so I tell her she can’t complain.” You laugh softly with him, wondering briefly what Addie looked like. Though if she would be at the auction tomorrow, you would get your answer soon enough.

“Well it seems to be working for you. If you’re this happy coming here everyday, you’ve clearly done something right.” Rick hums and dips his head.

“You’ve got that right. I used to manage wealth portfolios for almost 30 years. I liked it, liked how important and successful it made me, but I wouldn’t say it ever made me happy.” His smile fades off. “Not like this place.” His eyes leave yours and he looks around the space.

“And the only way I’m ever leaving here is in a body bag.” He turns back to you, a smirk reappearing. “I already told Addie to bury me here when I die.”

The absurdity of his comment catches you off guard, and you burst out with a laugh, but it doesn’t drown out his words, especially when the ring inside you like a damn war bell.

Even on the best days, you wouldn’t say your job made you happy. Like Rick, your success was what drove you; being promoted and recognized for your work was your greatest focus, and happiness wasn’t something you ever considered. Your work was interesting to you, and a challenge at times, and that had been enough.

But maybe it was something to consider with your next job: what would you actually be happy doing?

Before you can think on it further, a frosted glass door pushes open from the back wall, and out steps Dean, wiping his hands on a rag before shoving it into his newly adorned, black coveralls with a LRR emblem on his left chest, with his name scripted underneath.

“Well look who's back,” his smile widens as he catches sight of us on the couch. “Thought he would have had you out there taking a few spins on the track yourself.” Dean points out one of the garage doors towards the track.

“Turns out Y/N here can’t drive manual.” Rick gives you a few pats on your shoulder, almost like he was comforting you on the fact that you couldn’t drive an outdated system.

Dean’s lips tick upward.

“Well color me shocked,” he drawls, not a hint of surprise in his words as he smiles down at you, his green eyes glistening.

Stupid, handsome prick.

If Rick wasn’t sitting right next to you, you’d probably would have flipped him off.

“Hilarious,” you deadpan instead, opting for the more civil route.

“How are the cars looking?” Rick stands, moseying over to the car parked in the closest stall, a shimmering moss green classic beauty with a sloping front hood and concave headlights.

Dean’s eyes linger on you, something stirring within you as he watches, before he turns away, approaching the same car and stepping on the opposite side of where Rick stands, assessing with crossed arms and a leaning posture.

You hadn’t noticed until Dean looked away, but you had stopped breathing. Your heart palpating in your chest desperately reminding you to take a breath.

You huff heavily, letting the ache in your chest ease. The sound seems to catch Dean’s attention for just a split second before he continues on with his report, and you’re grateful his gaze didn’t hold you again.

The two men chat for a minute before Rick walks over to Dean and shakes his hand, giving him a firm pat before breaking away.

You stand as Rick approaches you, his arm outstretched towards you.

“Great meeting you, Y/N. Looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.” Rick gives you a genuine smile with a firm handshake.

“You too,” you fully return. “And I’m looking forward to meeting Addie.” Rick’s smile grows wider at her name.

“She’ll be happy to have a friend tomorrow.”

It only takes another moment for him to disappear out the front door, leaving you and Dean alone in the garage.

You look over to Dean, who is watching you with a relaxed smile, waiting for you to make the next move.

You shove your hands into your back pockets and rock on your heels.

“Sooo,” you start, your teeth catching your lip on the last letter as you try to cut through the silence. “Are you done?”

Dean breathes out a laugh and looks down.

“Not yet,” he looks back at you, holding your attention. “I just need to check out the Pontiac,” he throws a thumb over his shoulder to a sienna machine with a giant eagle emblem spread across the entirety of the hood. “Which shouldn’t take long, and then give his Stingray a tune up. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

You step away from the couch, heading towards the Pontiac and grimace at the tawdry design sprawled across the otherwise pristine classic car.

“People actually like this?” You point to the logo that looks very similar to Journey’s crest. Dean laughs and steps up next to you.

“Believe it or not, a similar one went up to auction two years ago and sold for $220,000.” You whip your head towards him, your mouth hanging wide.

“You’re kidding.” You gape, looking back to the very eighties looking car in front of you. Sure, it was in good shape, and obviously people had an interest in this type of stuff, but to spend that much money on a car, a car that was really only fourty or so years old, hardly seemed worth it to you.

Dean steps away from you, grabbing a tool box from the last station and setting it up next to this car.

“This one won’t go for that, it’s not as rare, but if it sells tomorrow, which it should, Rick will probably get around $100,000 for it.”

“Jesus.”

Dean just smiles as he sets up his station, pressing a button by the garage door, sending the car slowly into the air, just a couple of feet, before coming to a stop.

Dean walks back over to the first station, kicking over a some sort of roller, that you assume he uses to get underneath the cars.

As he walks past you, you can’t help but admire the broad shoulders under the fitted coveralls, the way the fabric stretches rather deliciouslily over arms that you were suddenly very interested in.

“Any chance you know much about tools?” His deep voice rumbles through you as he turns to look at you with curious eyes.

“I know the basics.” You admit, stepping out of his gaze. You may be a renter, but you had your own mini toolbox for some decoration projects or when you needed something simple done and didn’t want to bother your landlord. You were all for independence when the moment called for it.

“That’ll work.” Dean grins as he squats down onto the roller, his thighs pressing tight against his work pants. Your heart flutters again.

He pulls a headlamp from his pocket and positions it on top of his forehead before he lays himself flat, one hand grasping onto the front bumper.

His words finally catch up with you.

“Wait,” he starts to push himself under, but quickly catches himself at your words. “What do you mean?”

He smirks. The smirk that makes your heart beat in a different way. In a way that makes you want to punch him.

“You’re going to be my assistant.” You laugh dryly.

“I’m sorry, have you forgotten that I know nothing about cars?” Your hands flair with your words. “I am not touching any of those.” You point to the car in front of you. “I’ll probably break them.”

“I’m aware of that.” He annoyingly agrees with you, and you glare down at him. “I just need you to hand me some tools while I’m down here. It will make everything move much faster.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, ‘oh.’ Like I would ever let you work on one of these.” He mumbles, though still loud enough for you to hear before he disappears under the car, a light suddenly illuminating from the undercarriage.

You walk towards the toolbox, making sure to accidentally kick his exposed work boot on your way. He grumbles something at the contact, but the words are lost with the rest of his body under the car.

You open up the toolbox, a multi-level contraption, and see some familiar instruments, and others that were completely new to you.

“Think you can handle getting me a 9/16 wrench?” He yells out to you. Your eyes scan the box, finding the wrenches and reading each handle until you see the size he asked for. You pick it up, but an idea hits you.

You walk over to the car and lean down, reaching under to give him the tool.

You smile as you hear him cuss and then the light goes out before he slides himself out from the car, pushing himself upright. This time sans headlight.

“Everything okay?” You ask with fake concern.

“Fine,” he responds politely and makes his way to the toolbox with the wire cutters you had handed him. His hand grazes over the container, landing at the wrenches, his brow furrowing when he notices the empty space where the wrench he requested should be.

“Looking for this?” You hold up the wrench and give it a little wiggle. He turns towards you, his face falling as he notices the tool.

“And you gave me the wire cutters, why?” He huffs, dropping the wrong tool unceremoniously into the box as he walks over to you.

You hold his gaze, even as it makes your throat dry as he towers over you.

“You didn’t say please.” You see the light flash in his eyes, his lips twitching up as he leans in, so close you involuntarily stand up straighter, his warm breath fanning over you as he refuses to break his stare. He holds your gaze for a moment. Then two. Before he leans to your right, his lips so close, you can practically feel them against your ear.

“Please,” he whispers, sending goosebumps chasing down your skin as your arm drops heavily to your side.

He pulls back, still smiling as those damned viridescent eyes seem to own you.

His hand then brushes against yours, and before you can react, he plucks the wrench from your grasp and leans away, that satisfied, smug smirk brightening his face.

“Thanks,” he fucking winks at you before finally stepping away and dropping back down onto the roller and disappearing underneath the car.

It’s only then you can breathe again, and with your first breath you mumble, “bastard.”

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chaithetics · 1 month

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Hello!!! Hope ur doing well <3

I looooved the way u wrote Matt n I wanted to ask if u could do a nsfw alphabet about him? But I also noticed on ur masterlist u havent written one yet and if u dont want to thats fine :>

Matt Murdock NSFW Alphabet

Hello lovely Nonnie! Thank you for sending this through, this was a nice, quick and fun piece to do so thanks for sending it through. Happy to do nsfw nbcs, I just never have had a request for one before. It's obviously my first time, so I hope you enjoy! Do let me know what you think! :)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!, smutty smut smut I guess? Not proof or beta read!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man lives for aftercare. Matt Murdock is without a doubt, absolutely obsessed with physical touch and indulging in it after the act as a form of aftercare, no matter the type of sex you just had, oral or penetrative. He’s obsessed with your body and how your skin feels against his and how your skin feels when he runs his fingertips over goosebumps, scars, moles, stretch marks, all of your curves and muscles. He likes to be clean but even if he’s sweaty he still likes to cuddle you, he needs to feel your skin against his, to press his head into your neck to tickle your sensitive skin and to deeply inhale your scent. He’s attentive to any needs you have, he smiles as he listens to your heart steadily beating and relaxing from that high, and he’s extremely affectionate. If you have hair he’ll be playing with it however he knows that you like and if not, he’ll be caressing your face gently as well while you cuddle.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of a partner’s is their mouth/lips. He loves the way that his partner’s mouth feels against his, how soft it is to kiss, the shape of your lips and tracing them with his fingertips, how he can feel your lips move and it affects the rest of your face when you smile and laugh, how your mouth is where your gorgeous laugh comes from, your voice, and also the moans he loves to hear from you.

His favourite body part of his, is his hands. He loves physical touch and his hands allow him to indulge in that sense by being affectionate and being able to touch your body all over. He can caress you with his hands, feel the goosebumps along your bare skin when you strip down, he can feel how you clench around his digits when he’s inside of you. His hands are the perfect way for him to indulge in you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s a Catholic… He’d use the preferred protection methods of his partners but he has no issue with cum. I don’t know if this is a controversial take, but Matt Murdock is certainly into cumplay…

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to explore his submissive side more, he likes the slight feeling of dominance with a partner who bites him, he likes his neck being bitten. He either hasn’t tried pegging but really wants to be pegged, or he’s been pegged and really loves it but it takes him a little while to work up to feeling comfortable communicating that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

To absolutely nobody’s surprise, Matt is extremely experienced. He has a playful charm that makes everyone in a five-block radius swoon. As Foggy has pointed out over and over again, he’s an absolute magnet for beautiful people of all shapes, sizes, and colours, and people absolutely fall for his handsome, tortured soul energy that he brings to everything. He certainly didn’t shy away from the attention in college he got for his looks and charm, one of the only ‘sins’ he didn’t feel the need to repent for in his college years. Foggy’s jokes have been longstanding in Matt’s life. He’s an experienced icon, he knows what he likes now and he knows how to please.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Matt’s favourite position is positions of cuddle and spooning sex. He loves the intimacy of becoming one and being as physically close to each other as possible, the position is sensual and intimate and he loves being able to press right up against you, your buddies wrap around each other and having his face pressed so closely to you. He can feel everything about you with all of his senses in the most overwhelming and amazing way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Matt is a more serious lover, there’s gentle caresses and words spoken that are filled with love and need. Sometimes, in a slightly more cockier mood he may be a little less serious and have that devilish grin on his face and make a couple of more teasing comments and witty remarks to spice things up while he’s bringing you to release, but generally he’s more serious when you two are together during sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Matt likes to be well-groomed in general and that applies to all of him including downstairs, he doesn’t necessarily like shaving down there but his preference is that he likes to keep things tidy and trimmed for himself. A view he’d never oppose on others and he’d never criticise or be put off by hair or a lack of.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The intimacy is never lacking with Matt, he’s proud on his lovemaking abilities and he knows he’s an expert of the art of making partners swoon with his big brown eyes and charms. Matt is a passionate, sensual, lover who always makes sure you feels special and checks in on you in the sweetest, most genuine but also hot ways. He knows just how to romance you up and make the foreplay incredible with the goal of giving you as much pleasure as possible. He loves intimacy, there’s lots of affectionate touching, the sex often is in cuddling positions. His body moves in ways to reassure you of how much he yearns and worships you, his words are filled with love and passion during sex. He makes it intimate and filled with love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jack off very often. He prefers being intimate with others and he’s always had plenty of opportunities for mutual pleasure with others that he’s rarely felt the need to pleasure himself like that. He rarely does, and whenever he has he usually does it in the shower. He tries to focus on the feelings of pleasure and on the sound of the shower water running to drown out the rest of the overwhelming landscape of New York while he chases his high with swift strokes. But he prefers the feeling of someone else’s hands, fortunately, he has you now. And your hands are better than any feeling he could ever give himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Matt’s delved into and is pretty into bondage. He likes the feeling of the power dynamics, the gain and loss of power and control, how it feels on skin. He doesn’t mind who is who, he’s more than happy to be tied up for you and to surrender that type of control to you. He trusts you and wants to be used to give you as much pleasure as possible. But he’s also more than okay with being the one to tie you up and feel those materials against your skin and wear his signature smirk as he does.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Matt isn’t an exhibitionist and he’s not really into public or outdoors sex. He much prefers to keep sex in the privacy of his own home, the world is often overwhelming for him and there’s always a million things going on, in his little private corner that’s home, his partner can be just all his and it’s much easier for him to focus on and enjoy being with his partner. He loves the comfort and intimacy of keeping it in the bedroom, but Matt also loves the intimacy of spooning and cuddle sex on the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Matt’s a giver, a pleaser, what gets him going is the mere idea of pleasuring you, he just wants to please you and give you the sweet, sweet, sweet release you deserve. It’s what turns him on and what gets him going, you always need to orgasm first, that’s his goal during intimacy and he tried to create an orgasm gap, one that’s in your favour.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s into bondage and we know that he has nothing against some light choking, but beyond that, he’s the type of man who still tries to be as good and respectful as possible. He wouldn’t be into more rough and violent sex or the more hardcore side of BDSM, he’d always be too scared to hurt his partners and the idea of inflicting intentional pain like that makes him very uncomfortable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Matt is more than okay with receiving oral but there’s not doubt about it, he significantly prefers giving oral instead of receiving. As we’ve already clarified, he’s a giver. He wants to give you oral as much as you want him to, he’d happily spend his life buried in you, holding onto, gripping and caressing your thighs as he does. He’s obsessed with your taste, the way your body reacts as he’s pleasuring you and how he can sense everything going on with your hormones, pheromones, heartbeat, your breathing and then again as you orgasm. He loves to give oral and he’s absolutely skilled at it, he’s a king of it. He knows just how to use his mouth in the best possible way that makes you feel so good and gets you in your favourite places.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace and style is always sensual when he’s with you. He’s done faster paced sex and sex that’s been more rough but he loves slow, sensual lovemaking while he cuddles and buries himself deep into you with a perfect pace that makes it last and is the definition of sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes to go all out with sex, for everyone involved to get their fair share of orgasms. Matt isn’t the biggest fan of his quickies but in angsty moments, he has been known to have a more angsty, potentially more rougher quickie than his usual slower and sensual lovemaking. It’s still filled with passion though. But he doesn’t do quickies often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Matt’s definitely game to experiment and to communicate about it, listen to ideas with an open-mind and he’s curious in a charming way about things. He’s open to trying new positions, new toys, some different styles and dynamics. But he’s not into risks or experimentation that’s on the more moderate to extreme side of the spectrum. He’s not an exhibitionist type so he wouldn’t take those kind of risks with sexual activity and he wouldn’t be into risks in the world of bodily harm for example.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Matt lives off giving pleasure in the bedroom and is more than content with just going one round or having one orgasm if you’ve received everything you wanted and needed. He’s flexible and happy to please. But it also goes without saying that this man is the definition of sexual stamina, he can easily go multiple rounds and has no issue with lasting long. His rounds definitely aren’t short. He’s only interested in multiple rounds though if it’s what you crave.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Matt never owned toys and didn’t use them on himself, over time he started to experiment with toys and would happily use them on partners and had nothing against them really. He’d always smile while holding one in his hands, feeling it as a partner told him what it did and how it was used. This man has no security issues with toys, and views them as aids and fun, not competition.

After dating you, there’s a drawer in the dresser that has a few different toys which he has no issue with. He’s definitely more experienced with them now, having tried things like vibrating strokers but he much prefers using toys on his partner. There’s an immediate smirk on his face as he turns them on, starts using them and hears your sweet noises and feels your body react.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a pleaser and a giver, he’s not really into edging because he just wants to give you pleasure, as much of it as he can, as soon as possible. There are times where he can be a bit playful and tease you, but you don’t even really need to beg for him to stop teasing and give in. He’s just so eager to please and doesn’t want to waste time when he could be loving on your body and making you so happy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Matt’s pretty vocal and he’s not ashamed of that. He lets out a lot of groans as his brow furrows during sex, it’s an automatic response from him, he naturally makes noises, he’s known to whimper when he’s feeling sensitive and overstimulated, he moans but its his groans that are his loudest, most often and sexiest noise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

That he can become a really needy and clingy lover, especially if you’re coming to the end after a day of multiple rounds. He’s always got to have at least one hand of his on you, he smothers you in kisses. He has you laid on the bed and he’s just still lazily going down on you, slowly as if you’re a dessert that he needs to be savoured. You also happen to be the best dessert he’s ever been able to put in his mouth and enjoy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Whatever you rock with!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Generally, Matt Murdock has a longing in his bones that his eyes cannot hide and pierces you with a desperate yearning for touch and love, in that type of matter of the word. But his sex drive is moderate and flexible, he gets a lot of pleasure out of giving pleasure so he doesn’t have an issue being with partners with lower or higher sex drives. He’s someone though who would be happy to just give much more often than receive or have penetrative intercourse as well though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. He’s big on aftercare and physical affection, so he definitely prioritises that and wouldn’t fall asleep immediately as he’d want to spend time cuddling and talking. After a long ‘double-shift’ of his lawyer by day and vigilante by night lifestyle, there would be times after sex where he would cuddle you and after a bit of talk, he’d fall asleep cuddling you and listening to the drum of your heartbeat as it lulls him to sleep. But sometimes he just likes to cuddle and talk to a ridiculous hour in the morning, he’s definitely an insomniac.

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RADIO SILENCE ,, chap 04 — ''wanna hear a joke?''

synopsis. hwang y/n and park sunghoon do not like each other. end of story. god knows why (well actually, niki is the only one who knows why). but when they’re put as co-hosts on a radio show, they’re bound to bond.

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you walked into the room, sunghoon already there. he looked at you coldly, faking a smile.

“hi” you grunted, hanging your jacket on the chair “what’s up?”

his gaze lingered on you suspiciously, sensing the non-genuine tone of the question.

“could’ve been better” was all he said. you sat down, looking at the clock.

“same. i’m not happy i’m here, either” you murmured, causing him to scoff.

“i figured that much” he grunted, taking off his jacket too. he put it away somewhere and let out a deep sigh, looking at you “be honest with me: did you for his purposely?”

“did i do what? i literally had no idea about this until they announced it. i’d never want to do this willingly” you huffed, poking his arm “but i guess i get to bully you so that’s nice”

“i literally did not want to see you on my own eyes ever again… what did i do in past life to deserve this?” sunghoon dramatically raised his hands up, a sudden beep announcing you’ll be live soon “don’t mess this up”

“me? i’m a great host, i don’t know what do you mean” you grunted and put on your headphones, scanning the song list. no guests today, what a shame “it’s you who’s stiff all the time”

“shut up, that’s not true” he hissed, putting his head piece on. the sign ‘on air’ turned red and you looked at sunghoon.

he was silent, dead silent, looking at you confused. you scoffed, shocked at your own reaction. why did he look cute though?

“hello and welcome back everyone! i hope you didn’t miss us too much… well, me to be specific” you hummed into the mic, sending him a playful look. that’s what triggered him to speak, finally.

“hey! i think our listeners love me waaay more than you” he puffed his chest, causing you to roll your eyes.

“well, i doubt that. anyway…” you hummed, trying to think of something to win audience over. that’s your road to success and you’re only here to promote your album, right? you have to come up with something– you got it. “wanna hear a joke?”

“hit me” sunghoon deadpanned, no smile whatsoever. you quickly tried to recall a funny joke and cursed jaemin for his lame ass ones that were the only ones coming to your mind right now.

“knock knock” you said, maintaining eye-contact with your co-host.

“who’s there?” he asked, frowning.

“an owl” you mumbled. sunghoon let out a disappointed sigh.

“who?”

you giggled, the joke sounding out loud way better than in jaemin’s twitter bio.

“that was so lame. anyway, to save you and myself from this hell… next up we have stray kids and their ‘s-class’” sunghoon announced and copied the part of choreography that spelled the title. you followed him, trying to find the camera.

when you finally did, you winked at it. the sign turned grey, causing him to took off his headphones.

“that was so fucking lame” he scoffed again, grabbing his phone

“like your mom” you grunted in response, producer choi suddenly walked into the room.

“i have an idea! what do you say about making a tiktok with the song you just announced? it seems like both of you know the s-class choreo, right?” he asked. you nodded your head, standing up.

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tachimichishrine · 7 months

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I swear no one does Higuchi justice like c’mon I’m BEGGING to be her cute wife that cooks for her whenever she comes from the Mafia. The chokehold she has on me is just *mwah* she’d be so sweet

also love your tachihara fanfiction it’s my dinner everyday <3

"housewife"

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higuchi ichiyo x wife! reader

warnings: i attempt fluff again ; this is so short idk why, apologies my liege ; this is fiction bc there's no way i could cook smth and not poison my wife/ burn the house down in the process ,,, ; tw bath!! (/j it's all just fluff) ; l e s b i a n s ; love language is phys touch deal with it ; itty bitty cursing ; lowercase intended ; NOT proofread

you knew not to panic in such situations. waking up to disheveled sheets that had turned frigid, indicating that ichiyo had been gone too long. you allowed yourself to sleep in, given that you had the day off and decided you'd just lounge around, take a break and plan something nice for your lover in the meantime.

a stress-free period, but all you felt was anxiety when you dialed her number and got sent straight to voicemail repeatedly. this time, you decided you might as well actually leave a message when the line rang for too long.

"'chiyo, honey, call me back when you get this. just wanna make sure everything's okay, alright? I miss you already, love y-"

"who the hell is this?"

you'd been anticipating the automated voice so much that it barely registered that you didn't actually hear it this time, and a quick glance at the screen confirmed that you really were on call with someone on the other end of the line. the voice was raspy, definitely not hers, so you echoed back the question.

"um, who are you?" you challenged with a hand on your hip that they couldn't see.

except, instead of a response, you heard some distant voices on the other line, one rather hyper as it babbled something you interpreted as 'akutagawa-senpai!'. a few noises ensued along a brief chaos you couldn't see, and suddenly the phone was put back to someone's ear as they panted. you could recognize that heavy breathing anywhere.

"hey, hey, 'chiyo, what's going on?" you spoke softly, hoping she was alright and not trying to scare her.

she stuttered nervously. "sorry, I'm so sorry, I must've dropped my phone somewhere and akutagawa-senpai picked it up and-"

"woah, was that the akutagawa you're always talking about?" you couldn't believe it; after being with her for so long, you'd only ever heard stories about the people with whom she worked. you agreed that the kind of place where she operated was dangerous and it was better not to get yourself involved, so she kept you separated from everything she did. you appreciated the thought, but sometimes you felt a little frustrated that you couldn't meet the people in her life— you didn't even think they were aware ichiyo was married.

a tired sigh confirmed your theory. "look, [_____], I'll call you back when-"

"higuchi, who is that?"

akutagawa seemed to be speaking again, and quite frankly you didn't like his tone. if you were on speaker, you'd set him straight but for now you just listened to ichiyo ramble a response while not actually answering the question. he sounded tired of the bullshit and eventually the line was cut off harshly. something told you that you won't be able to call this number anymore.

music played on the speaker as you hummed, tray of baked goods getting pulled out of the oven by your gloved mitten. the smell filled out the rather small place you shared with both your wife and sister-in-law, but the latter was out for the week on some kind of trip and left you all alone. you'd gotten used to ichiyo's erratic lifestyle, sometimes disappearing during the day and barely making it home at night. she sounded exhausted when she did arrive, so you didn't mind taking care of the little things.

proud of yourself, you put the assorted goods in various plates and left them on the table, waiting for her to come home. you couldn't call her, obviously, since it appears her boss had pulverized the device out of rage. you'd be worried if not for the fact that, based on her stories, it seemed this was a regular occurrence and she didn't mind it. you'd feel jealous of the man if it weren't for the fact that she fawned over you much harder in all the days you'd known her. she knows what she wants and does everything to get it, you'll give her that. by nature, ichiyo was incredibly caring and it was difficult to hold that against her

something was in your hands as you lounged on the couch, passing the time: a book, your phone, anything to keep your mind occupied. the sun had set and you were getting impatient, as nighttime meant she was going to be out until the early hours and might even come home with a particular scent on her clothing that resembled blood and death. how a person so sweet, so feeling could get into this kind of business was beyond you, much less how she could last thing long. she once told you that the only reason she could keep her mind this long was coming home to your soft kisses and pampering.

a clicking of the front lock and the creaking that ensued signaled that you were about to do that once more, and you strolled over to the entrance with an excited smile.

"welcome home, 'chiyo, how wa-" you caught yourself off when you saw a splatter of crimson along her cheek. your lips tugged downwards into a frown as a reflex, and you sighed gently once you saw her expression. she seemed so conflicted, not about whatever crime she'd done but about making you worry so quickly. "hey, hey, it's okay, c'mere."

with that, you pulled her into your embrace and set a kiss on her hair. it still smelled like that shampoo you'd bought her, a subtle vanilla and chamomile that reminded you of her. her entire body slumped into your strong arms, and she let you drag her across the house, shedding her shoes, meticulously pulling the elastic out of her hair to let her messy bun fall into a bob, then helping her out of her unbuttoned jacket. you pulled her body into yours as you laid down on the couch again, but this time with her head shoved into your chest, which was one of her favourite things to do.

"wanna talk about it?" you asked, dumbly, one of your regular antics. of course she wanted to talk about it; she did an awful job keeping things to herself anyways.

so, you listened carefully while she recounted stories with fake names to keep you protected and vague details in certain places, specific in others. she didn't seem hungry, so you just skipped the food for now and dragged her to your bedroom. you were about to throw her pajamas and get her to change so you could just lay down in bed for the evening, but the burgundy was darkening on patches on her arm and you couldn't help but stare at it.

"—so akutawaga-senpai showed up and I felt a little stupid but he-" you interrupted her by grabbing her shoulders and giving her a little shake.

"honey, can we clean off... that..." you danced around the topic, but she knew exactly what you meant when your eyes kept darting to certain areas of her skin. she nodded and you gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'll run the bath and we can scrub it off. keep going, I'm listening."

she continued speaking as you did exactly that and eventually both of you were stripped and laying down in the tub. she was sitting in between your legs, with her back resting on your chest and head leaning back to rest on your shoulder. you traced her body, rubbing into certain patches until her skin was back to its beautiful glow. the warmth of both her and the water was too comforting, and you stayed longer than needed, your fingertips turning raisin-like in protest. despite this, you leaned down to kiss her up and down her neck while you gently massaged her flesh from her thighs to her hips, her stomach to her breasts. if she wasn't so tired that she eventually ran out of steam and stopped talking just to revel in your embrace, you might've handled her a little differently. yet, at this moment the only desire you had was to pamper her.

"ichiyo..." you breathed out slowly, lips grazing her ear while you kissed her again and spread out your fingers over her stomach. "mmmmn... 'missed you... i love you s'much..."

god, you would break her if you kept this up. so long together that you finally managed to put a ring on it yet she still fangirled over you like you were her high school crush. even as you pulled yourselves out of the sanctuary of steam and warmth in order to actually eat, she blushed every time you left a quick peck on her cheek or rubbed noses while chuckling softly.

she fell asleep in your arms, with her leg on top of you pulling you close like her very own plushie. it was hard not to smile at her once she began snoring and murmuring something about akutagawa during her slumber.

hand in hand, you snuggled up in big jackets in the middle of the night to fend off the frigid breeze. holding onto your fingers wasn't enough, and ichiyo was fully clinging onto your bicep as you walked with her in the empty streets of yokohoma.

"this s-sounded so m-much more fun when w-we were inside... warm... by the f-fireplace.." her teeth chattered and she pulled herself closer into you.

"you were the one who suggested getting something from the café," you retorted with a chuckle, opposite hand brought up to tuck her hair behind her ear that was starting to turn pink from the cold. you rubbed your thumb along her cheek which was going through something similar, then sighed with a cloud of hot breath. "alright, honey we'll head in. i think there's another one on this street, we can just stay there and warm up before we go back, mkay?"

she would feel a bit ashamed about being so demanding if you hadn't pulled her in tighter and looked at her so lovingly. she had such an impossible time never believing she was capable enough at the mafia, and that discomfort disappeared as soon as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear and made her feel like everything was alright.

you turned your bodies together, door jingling as you stepped inside and the air blowing down from the heater hitting you. you realized that she was right, it was too damn cold outside, as soon as you felt the contrast of the inside. you turned towards your lover with a quick look to see if her body was as relieved as yours, but she was staring at something intensely on the horizon, like she'd seen a ghost.

you followed her gaze, and it fell on a man with tuffs of white in his hair standing next to a woman, slightly shorter but with noticeably long stands of black veiling the sides of her face.

"do you know them?" you whispered, and she jumped a little. part of her wanted to drag you outside, but she couldn't lie to you or keep things no matter how much her common sense told her to.

"that's... they're..." she was struggling to say something, anything, but you noticed she was letting herself get flustered. in these kinds of situations, you liked to interrupt her with a kiss to bring her back to earth from her constantly overreacting mind.

she pulled away before your lips could touch.

she'd never done that before.

you knew better, that this was probably a question of her not wanting the pda right now or maybe it had something to do with the duo standing over there waiting for their drinks, but it hurt nonetheless when you saw her squint her eyes shut and shake her head.

"that's akutagawa," she whispered as an explanation, and you felt simultaneously irritated and relieved, the former due to the fact that it confirmed that she hadn't told her boss that she was in a relationship, much less married. you understood why but it didn't sting any less.

"who's the girl?" you followed up, trying not to think about it too deeply. "is that.. uh... gin?"

she nodded meekly, and it was impossible to stay mad for long when she was so cute. you slid your hand around her waist, turning her around so that her back was to the pair and they wouldn't recognize her while she spoke to you. your voice dropped so low she could barely hear it. "should we get out of here so they don't see us? I'm not that cold, I can wait outside if it makes you more comfortable, honey."

how could she ask you to do something like that when your words were so caring, so honest? she took a deep breath and shook her head once more. in one impossibly fast motion you found yourself on the other end of the shop, standing in front of the man.

"akutagawa-senpai!" ichiyo exclaimed just a bit too loudly for this time of the day and the serenity of the empty café. she bowed her head down, speaking incredibly quickly. "I don't mean to interrupt your evening but it's come to my attention that you don't know that I'm married and this is my wife her name is [_____] and she's wonderful and-"

"'chiyo, he won't be able to understand what you're saying," you laughed softly, cutting her off as you placed your hand on her back reassuringly before addressing her boss with a respectful nod. "it's nice to finally meet you, akutagawa-san. I've heard a lot about you."

he barely bothered to acknowledge you, but the slight twitch in the spot that should've housed his eyebrows signaled that he was shocked. your smile grew wider when you looked to his sister who was sporting the same look. you pulled ichiyo against you from her hip as if to prove that she was indeed yours, and spoke slowly to explain snippets of the current situation. gin listened carefully without a word while the man tried his very best to seem completely uninterested.

as much as you wanted to learn everything there was to know about ichiyo's other side, eventually his drink was ready and he barely excused himself as he walked out. you watched him do so, and gin nodded to you and said something about how nice it was to make your acquaintance in a meek voice before quickly following him out. you waved, and noticed akutagawa watching you do so warmly before burying his face in his coat and scampering off.

"well," you giggled, turning back towards ichiyo, "that wasn't so bad. she's cute and he's an ass, but I trust your judgement in people."

you could practically see stars in her eyes; she rambled to you the entire walk home - during which she didn't complain about the cold a single time and was nearly bouncing off the sidewalk - about how much he clearly loved you based on his expression (apparently the fact that he didn't try to kill you on the spot was a sure sign of his support). she was so excited she even suggested bringing you with her to the port mafia tomorrow, but you stopped her and told her to slow down for just one second. you loved that she was so passionate about her emotions, but you wanted to talk and think this through before you did anything.

for tonight, though, you let her radiate with happiness as she jumped on top of you, making the mattress creak while she climbed up to sit on your lap and curl her fingers around the fabric of your shirt. your hands on her hips, she sat down with her knees bent on either side of you like a frog and leaned so you were chest-to-chest. she tickled your skin to draw out soft giggles while she peppered you with kisses, littering you with her best efforts to repay just a fraction of what you did for her. you rubbed her thighs in long, loving motions and brought her up so she was sitting on your hips instead. you wanted her closer, and she was happy to oblige as she kissed your lips.

"[_____]," she said, smiling into you, "I'm so lucky..."

you cut her off with a press upwards and a firm grip. "shhh, don't say anything. I love you, you love me and that's all we need."

she murmured your name that night in her sleep instead of akutagawa's.

#so funny writing this after prev ask but wtv i can let myself be domesticated for her #higuchi bsd #higuchi ichiyo #bsd higuchi #bsd x reader #bsd x reader fluff #higuchi x reader #higuchi ichiyo x reader #ichiyo higuchi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #im unwell for them

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sinclqir · 1 year

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Cardinal Copia Imagine

first greetings

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cardinal copia x female reader

warnings (nsfw)

masturbation

word count: idk

you walk down the lavish halls of the ministry, admiring the beautiful work around. as you walk you don’t see a the figure coming at you, walking very quickly. the two of you collide. “mia dispiace!” the figure says. you look up and see a timid man in a crimson cassock. “sorry, i didn’t see you.” you reply to the man. “i havent seen you around, what is your name?” he clasps his hands together, waiting for you answer.

“i’m y/n.” he nods quickly and reaches out for a handshake, reaching a little too far with his hand and accidentally grazes your breast. his hand recoils and his face turns as red as his cassock. “m-mia dispiace! i was going for a h-handshake…” he averts his eyes to the ground, almost dying from embarrassment. “it’s fine.” you reply and reach your own hand out for a handshake. as if he couldn’t feel more embarrassed, he reaches out again with the wrong hand. you giggle at his actions. “what’s your name?” his eyes widen for a moment before he reply’s with, “cardinal copia.”

“well nice to meet you cardinal copia.” you smile warmly. he enjoys the way his name comes out to your mouth. no, no you just met her! ,he thought. he felt butterflies in his belly whenever you talked. he felt stupid that he can’t even act normal when an attractive woman has small talk with him. no wonder why you’re still a virgin at the ripe age of 52, he was lost in his thoughts as you spoke. “cardinal?” you asked.

“si?” he looked up at your y/e/c eyes. “did you hear me?” you smile at him with a slight puzzled look. “oh…what did you say?” his face redden even more, the color tinting his ears as well. “i asked if you’re doing okay, you’re extremely red. are you sick?” he blushes harder, not helping his case. “no, no i’m fine. sto proprio bene.” he awkwardly itches the back of his neck. “well i have to meet with Sister, it was very nice meeting you. i hope i see you around more often copia.” the way his name lingers on your tongue drove him crazy. you reached and rubbed his shoulder slightly with your hand before leaving, sending pleasure through his body. his body shudders. he felt his pants tightening and body tense up at the slight touch. he scurried to his room.

once he enters his room he walks over to his mirror. “really? you really can’t handle a graze on your arm?” he scold himself, but feels his cock twitch in his pants. “cazzo.” he says through gritted teeth. his hand slowly trails to his hard on and he palms himself slowly through his pants. his breath quickens. he starts unbuttoning his cassock. it’s falls to the floor, his hand returns to its original place. “ah~” he whimpers slightly. he walks to the edge of his bed and continues. he feels a wet patch through his pants, precum practically leaking from his tip like a faucet. it’s noticeable through his white, tight suit. sweat beads at the top of his head as his face contorts in pleasure. “y/n…” he whines out your name.

he feels himself growing closer to his orgasm, but before he can cum, a knock is heard at his door. “sei fottutamente serio in questo momento?” he says through gritted teeth as he walks up to his door, annoyed his alone time had gotten cut just before his release. he opens his door and to his surprise, it’s you. the same person who he was imagining was pleasuring him. his face reddens quickly, eyes widen. “i heard you call out my name. is everything okay?” you ask sincerely, worried he is in distress. his hand flys to cover his throbbing erection. “si…si im fine…i’m okay…”he replies shyly. you cant help but think he’s cute whenever he looks down at the ground. “well, sister wanted me to give these to you, be careful , they’re quite heavy.”

“grazie..” he goes to grab the large binder but his hands fly back down to cover his large bulge. “uhm…could you put them on the table for me? per favore?”

“of course! where do you want me to set them?” he tells you to set them on the table. you start walking into his room, looking at the beautiful setting around you. it’s decorated with dark red and gold accents, being a mostly black room. you don’t notice his cassock lying on the ground as you trip on it. the binder goes flying and as do you. but before you reach the ground, he grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. your back is flushed against his front. you feel something poking your ass, eyes widening, realizing that it’s him.

he feels your body tense up, feeling like an absolute pervert at this moment. he lets go of you quickly, hand going back down to hide his dick. it’s throbs harder than ever now that it touched you in such a lewd way. his precum comes more heavily.

you try to be rational, assuming that the hard thing that pressed against your backside was just something in his pocket. you turn around to face him and take in his state. hands over his crotch area, face beet red, sweat dripping from his hairline. you look down at his pants, noticing how incredibly tight they were. there is definitely not anything his pocket, you would’ve seen it in his tight ahh pants.

you both stare at each other, not knowing what to say. “you must be huge.” your hand flys to your mouth. why the fuck did i just say that!?

his eyes bulge out of his head. “q-que?” he grips his crotch harder at your sudden boldness. you decide to keep up with the confidence, “you heard me.” voice wavering slightly, testing the waters.

is this really happening right now, or is my imagination extremely realistic? he’s asks himself. “move your hands.” he’s taken aback at the demand. you hold your ground, walking up to him slowly. “i don’t like repeating myself copia.” the two of you are face to face. he looks down at you and complies. you look down in between the two of you, taking in his erection. the precum in his pants shows prominently. his mouth opens slightly, breath fanning your face. “what were you doing before i knocked on your door?”

“i…i was just reading! si..si reading…” his voice is shaking slightly.

“don’t lie to me.” you hook your finger under his chin and make him look into your eyes. “were you pleasuring yourself?”

he nods.

“what were you thinking of?” you ask knowingly.

“you…” he says quietly. “hmm? i cant hear you.”

“you…i was thinking of you.”

“such a pervert… thinking of a woman half your age that you barely just met.” you say in a lower voice.

his eyes water in embarrassment. before he could say anything else, your hand slowly starts trailing down his chest. his breath hitches.

you meet his aching cock and squeeze slightly, his knees lock, “y/n….” he whimpers. you smirk at him, loving the way he reacts to your touch. you lean forward to his ear. “goodnight mi cardinale~” you give him one last squeeze and walk towards the door.

he stands still in his place as you leave. what just happened? he asks himself. before more thoughts could invade his head , his cock twitches in his pants. he decides to continue what he started.

he slides down his pants and boxers, and his cock springs free. he wraps his hand around his shaft and strokes himself, squeezing his tip every time he reaches the head. his pace goes quicker, thrusting his hips into his hand. “y/n…oh cazzo~!” he fucks his hand and cums quickly, sticky strings of semen coating his hand.

he can’t wait to see you tomorrow, wondering what you would do next. would you pretend it never happen or would you tease him about the situation. he hoped it was the second option, secretly living for the way you degraded him.

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this is my first imagine i’ve written, no criticism, my ego can’t handle it, i’m just playing, but i’m serious

hope u enjoy, lmk if you want a part two

#cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus smut #cardinal copia smut #papa emeritus fanfiction #papa emeritus the fourth #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv #ghost band #the band ghost #imagine

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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|| Reception ||

Pairing: Frank Castle x f! Reader

Rating: E

Tags/warnings: meet cute, fluff, smut, a dog, and be careful - you might fall in love.

A/n: I can't with this man. He has my heart and soul. Dogs 4 Eva.

"Bride or groom?"

The husky voice from over your shoulder at the bar makes you spin around, and you were suddenly face to face with someone you'd only ever seen in the news. Oh how different he appears standing mere feet away from you, and to use a clichéd phrase he did indeed scrub up well.

For starters he was wearing a suit and tie, and an immaculately tailored one at that, mid blue with a waistcoat and everything. His hair was a little less severe than you'd seen it before, maybe a little longer and you noticed it held a slight wave at the top of his head. His eyes were so far from the black pools they seemed on screen or in the mugshots, instead a warm and inviting honey brown gaze met yours. And then that strong boxers nose that had obviously been broken more times than he could count, you couldn't help thinking it was cute.

"Bride," you replied with a smile, still taking in the sheer mass of man and reputation in front of you. "I've known Marci since school."

He nodded, his lips curling a little. "another lawyer then, guess I shouldn't be surprised."

You laugh knowing the two of you are likely the only ones at the reception that aren't in the legal business. "veterinarian actually, we've just kept in touch over the years." You gave him your name. "You with the groom then?"

"Kinda. Friend of a friend. You know Karen, right? I'm Frank." He reaches out his hand to you. "Castle."

"I know, you're somewhat famous round these parts." You smiled, taking his offered hand to shake as he dipped his head slightly in embarrassment. "Hi Frank, it's nice to meet you."

"So uh, you know all about me then."

You shrugged, "only what matters, mostly what Foggy has told Marci has told me."

Frank nodded. "So... the good stuff, huh?"

"Just the truth?" You answer.

"And that don't make you wanna run for the hills?"

You laugh, and Frank decides there and then he wanted to hear more of that sound.

"Well, only if you don't buy me a drink. You were gonna buy me a drink right?"

Frank chuckles, "uh yeah, yeah I was. What can I get you?".

"I don't really get out much socially, so this is nice." You tell him, nibbling on the cherry in your cocktail.

He takes a sip of his beer. "Yeah, Karen keeps tellin' me I need to 'extend my social circle', so I guess I'm 'extending', or somethin'."

Your musical laugh hits his ears again and he grins. "So a vet huh?" He asks, raising his brows.

You take a sip of your drink and nod. "yeah, I've got my own practice, and a couple of days a week I work at a charity for people who can't afford to pay for treatment for their pets."

"That's, wow... that's really amazing. I've got a dog, rescue pittie. He's my best buddy."

"Aww no way? What's his name?"

He smiles warmly, "Benji."

The party was starting to wind down, Marci and Foggy both wailing drunkenly on the karaoke machine with Matt desperately trying to wean them off it. You both realise you'd been talking for hours.

"Wow, it's so late! Urgh, I kinda hate that I've gotta work later this morning but I guess I should head home and get at least a few hours sleep."

Frank nods. "Yeah, hope you're not sufferin' from all my yakkin."

"No! I've had a really nice time. Actually I uh, better give you my number... in case your dog ever needs me I mean." You felt your face heat up as Frank smiled and fished his phone out his pocket giving it to you to put your number in. You gave it a quick ring so you had his.

"Thanks, maybe we could meet up for coffee or somethin'?" He suggests hopefully.

You nodded, "yeah, that would be great. Gimme a call midweek? Should know when I've got some free time then."

"You got it."

'Goodnight Frank," you call over your shoulder as you make your way towards Marci and Foggy to say goodbye.

"G'night sweetheart."

You grinned to yourself as your stomach flipped at the endearment. You weren't normally one for pet names but there was something about Frank saying it that made it acceptable and you liked it. He wasn't at all what you were expected and that was more than okay.

Three days later your phone buzzes on the table, Frank's name showing on the display, which you're a little surprised by at 11.30pm.

"Frank, hi?"

"Hey, I uh, I'm really sorry to call so late but it's my dog, I think he's stood on a broken bottle when we were out, his paw's cut up real bad, I dunno if I got all the glass out, it's bleeding a lot...I didn't know what else to do this time of night, had your number and-"

"Of course! it's ok. If you can loosely wrap his paw with some clean cloth, I'll text you my address, I've got an emergency kit here just come over as soon as possible and I'll take a look."

You get your kit ready and when the doorbell went you buzzed Frank up and waited out on the landing for him and your new patient.

"Shit, you weren't kidding about the bleeding!" you exclaimed, taking in Frank's hands and arms covered in red but no dog to be seen. "Where is he? In the car?" As Frank came up the last of the stairs and under the light you could see his face was cut, his lip bust open and bleeding, and even more blood soaking his jeans.

"Frank what the hell..."

"I need your help..."

You were slightly taken aback by his appearance but your wits returned quickly and you usher him into your apartment before any of your neighbors decided to get nosy. "C'mon, come in and tell me what the hell is going on."

As you follow him inside you see he's limping slightly, the back of his jeans damp with more blood. This was much more the Frank you had expected at the reception. "You look like you need a hospital, what happened?"

"Nah, no hospitals. Too many questions, and that ain't good right now. Can I..?" He gestures at the sink to clean his hands.

"Yeah, sure," you cock your head at him, eyes narrowing. "But I have some questions too -"

Frank nodded. "I got shot."

Your eyes widen. "The fuck-?"

He leans up against the counter. "It ain't as bad as it looks, normally I'd pull the bullet and stitch myself up but...uh, I can't see to reach it. It's in the side of my ass. I could really use your help, please."

You roll your eyes. "I'm a vet Frank, not a human doctor."

"I know, I know. It ain't too much, just need another pair of hands and eyes is all. Maybe some hard liquor..."

"Christ. Okay." You grabbed your kit and got him to follow you into the bathroom. "Alright, um, obviously you'll need to pull your pants down so..."

Frank nodded and unbuckled his belt as you look around anywhere but at him. He huffed as he slid his jeans and boxers down a little way to the tops of his thighs. "You see it?"

You snort taking in the trail of red dripping down from the gunshot wound in his right cheek. "Little hard not to, yeah. Ouch. Okay let's get it cleaned up first. Who the hell shot you in the butt anyway?"

Frank leaned on the sink and winced as you wiped over the bullet wound with disinfectant so you could see what you were doing.

"A gang of assholes who thought they were gonna get away with mugging a girl. They're regrettin' their life choices now but one of em managed to tag me before I got him."

You pick up a pair of forceps. "Okay that's worth an ass-bullet if anything is. Was she alright?"

Frank grunts as you start digging around for the metal. "Yeah. Bit shaken but fine. Took her to the cops and told her to report it."

"Bet she was glad you were in the area. I know I'd sure feel safer."

He catches your eyes for a second and bows his head. You quickly swing your gaze back to what you were doing.

"Okay, I've got a hold of it, gonna pull it out now alright? I'm sorry, I know its gonna hurt."

Frank grit his teeth. "Yeah just do it. Fuck!"

You yank it out and drop it in the wastepaper basket, pushing some gauze firm against the wound.

"Hold this and keep pressure on it." You tell him before disappearing into the kitchen. You return with a 3/4 full bottle of Macallan and pass it to him.

"Thanks." He says after taking a huge swig.

"Right, just a few stitches and we're good."

You quickly sew up the wound, cleaning and securing a dressing over it. Then you checked over his other cuts and bruising which thankfully didn't need much attention aside from a quick clean.

"You can pull your pants back up." You tell him, turning away again as he did.

"So do you even have a dog, Frank?"

"I do. He's fine, he's at home. I'm really sorry I lied to ya, wasn't sure if you'd freak if I laid the whole story on you on the phone."

"Well, I admit it's not the weirdest thing that's ever happened, and at least I got to see your ass."

"Yeah, sorry bout that too..."

You chuckle. "Thought it would be under slightly different circumstances but hey."

Frank's lips quirk. "Only slightly different huh? Well thanks. I mean, shit, I really can't thank you enough."

"If you wanna thank me maybe you can buy me lunch sometime soon?"

"You mean you're not done with me, after all this?"

You shook your head. "I'm a firm believer in second chances, I've helped a lot of waifs and strays over the years "

"S'that you sayin' I'm a dog sweetheart?" The swagger in his tone made your stomach flip.

"Mmm, you're a dog, but you're not in the doghouse." You grinned, starting to wipe down the sink.

Frank chuckled, "well I gotta be grateful you're so understanding. Not many people as forgiving as you out here. I'll get outta your hair... but you sure I can't at least help you clean up?"

"Nah don't worry, just take it easy and rest for the next few days huh? You free Saturday?"

"Uh yeah," he replies, making his way to your door. "How bout I bring Ben along with me?"

"Of course, that would be great!

"Listen, thanks for doin' this and I'm real sorry I lied to you. Won't happen again. Promise."

"I know." You waved him off watching him limp down the stairs. "See ya Saturday Frank."

"Seeya."

You were so busy that Saturday swung around in no time and although you were exhausted you felt on a high as you walked to meet Frank at the dog park. His face lit up when he saw you coming and you very quickly got acquainted with Benji playing with him, throwing the ball as you and Frank talked and joked with all the ease of the night you met. Frank wasn't limping anymore which you were glad about, but he put it down to your 'expert ass surgery' which you folded over with laughter at. He took you to a gorgeous deli and you got your favourite sandwich as well as some pastries and drinks, and sat down under the shade of a huge tree in the nearby park for an impromptu picnic, sharing bits of cheese from your lunch with Ben.

"If he wasn't sure about you before, he definitely likes you now." Frank had said, rubbing Benji's ears affectionately.

You could say the same for you and Frank. You really enjoyed spending time with him.

You were both absolutely stuffed after lunch, Frank sitting up against the trunk of the tree watching you roll around on the grass with Benji. He loved how easy it was to just hang out with you. Even before the whole bullet thing but maybe that had helped somehow. You didn't seem to be afraid of much. He buckled seeing you mimicking Ben scratching his back on the grass and his mind was made up.

"Can I take you to dinner?"

You stopped and sat up, shaking the grass out of your hair at the same time Benji shook it out of his fur.

"You can. But I won't be able to go out until Friday next week, that okay?"

Frank scrunches up his nose like you'd wounded him. "Jeez, almost a week till I can seeya again? I dunno..."

You smirk, "sorry, just really busy this week. You a limited time only deal or something Castle?"

He was quick to dismiss that even though you were joking back at him. "Nah, course not, I just... my dog's just bonded with you so good and, I think he'd miss ya is all "

You saw the tips of his ears redden. Never in a million years would you have thought you'd see Frank Castle blush, and because of you?! But you weren't so cruel as to make something of it so you played along, and truth be told you already couldn't wait to see him again either.

You grin. "Well, I'll miss him too. You can always call me and I'll speak to him? Text me some pup-dates? It'd keep me going through the week for sure."

Frank ruffles Benji's fur, "I'm sure he'd like that." He looks up at you and you return his shy smile, practically melting inside at his softness.

Your first text from Frank pinged on Monday morning just as you got into work. When you opened the message you were greeted with a photo of a very happy looking Benji.

Benji hopes you have a great day at work.

You smiled, replying:

That's very sweet and thoughtful of him, thank you! 😊

On Wednesday afternoon you took a selfie of you with Rowan, a scruffy mixed breed and one if your regular senior dogs who was in for his check-up.

Hope Benji's not the jealous type, been spending a lot of time with this old man today!

The response had you feeling warm.

He's in good hands 😊

On Thursday late morning Frank sent you a photo of a sleeping Benji, presumably on his bed. The only part of Frank visible was his bare arm curled around him.

The bros are getting a lie-in today, you jealous now? 💤 Sorry 🙂

Very! Benji looks so cute and peaceful, but where's the big dawg at?

A few minutes later he replied with another photo. You allowed yourself an inner squeal as this time he had included himself in it, hair looking adorably soft and disheveled by sleep, his half-lidded eyes looking at the camera and even although the covers were pulled up it was obvious he was, at the very least, topless.

You texted back before you could overthink it too much.

Aw he's cute too!

He replied with smile emoji and you returned to work. The muscles in his arms had definitely given you something to think about and you had a bit of a hard time reigning your concentration back in for the rest of the day. Thankfully it wasn't too hectic.

You called him after work to tell him you'd picked a place to eat, a cosy Indian restaurant that Karen had recommended to you, and that he could come to yours to pick you up tomorrow night at seven. Even though you'd hung out casually already, this 'date' was getting you nervously excited.

Frank was feeling same way. You'd said it wasn't anything fancy so he'd thrown on a black shirt with jeans hoping he looked okay. When he buzzed and you came down he was staring at you like you were chocolate cake.

You grin as you greet him. "Hi! Everything okay?"

He swallows and nods, you can see the nerves on his face.

"Yeah, you just... you look real pretty is all, feelin' like I'm lucky."

You dip your head and take his arm. "Thank you, you're not the only one!"

As you walked to the restaurant you had a sudden thought.

"Benji's not gonna be all alone tonight is he?"

"Nah he's with Karen, his favourite dog sitter. She gives him way too many treats." He grumbles with a slight smile.

"Ahh, I was just worried, y'know just in case it's a late night."

Frank raised his brows. "Oh? Well you ain't got nothin' to worry about sweetheart."

The restaurant was gorgeous, full of multicoloured pepper fairy lights draped all around. The food was absolutely delicious and you ordered a couple of different things and had way too much fun feeding them to each other. After polishing off a bottle of house red, you realise you're staring across the table at Frank like he's dessert.

"I uh, guess we should get the bill..."

Those warm brown eyes are looking right back into yours and he's stroking over your hand. "Yeah..."

You try unsuccessfully to pay for both of you but he insists it's on him. It's only right he says, gentlemanly. But he assures you he's totally a feminist and knows you're a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a guy to buy her dinner and you just laugh, falling against him.

"Walk me home?" You ask him when you're standing outside in the slightly chill night. He offers you his arm.

"I was just thinking," you say as you reach your door, "about how I've had such a great time with you the past couple of weeks..."

"Yeah," Frank agreed, "me too."

"And uh," you fiddled with your keyring. "I was thinking that I really like you..."

"Oh yeah? S'funny cos I was thinkin that too."

You stepped in ever so slightly closer and you could almost feel the heat of him.

"You know what else I was thinking?"

Frank cleared his throat, his eyes looking right into your soul. He'd been a gentleman all evening, so considerate and patient with you, not trying to rush anything which you wholly appreciated, but the tension and heat that had been building between you the whole night was becoming too much to bear. You were yearning for him to take control and just take you. There was no doubt that he wanted it too.

"Frank, If you don't kiss me I'm gonna-"

His mouth was on you before you could think of a threat. He was kissing you slow, but god so firm and sure and you felt your toes curling in your shoes as you both stood there entangled in the street outside your apartment building.

When he eventually stopped you were breathless. He gazed at you, his thumb running lightly along your jaw as he still held your face.

"You're gonna what, sweet girl?"

You laughed and he chuckled along with you. "I dunno exactly, I was just hoping you would do it and I wouldn't have to think of a real threat!"

"Was that okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." You breathed out in a sigh. "Come upstairs?"

Frank planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. "If you're sure you want..."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door quickly turning your key in the lock.

"I want."

You barely make it to the top of the stairs, halting on the way up with frantic touches while you explore each other, but now you're kissing him up against your door. His hands are up around your face, curled around your neck, weaving through your hair, but you knew he was letting you take the lead, controlling how far you want this to go, but all you crave and need is for him to touch you, to consume you. You grab his hand, pushing it down to clamp firmly against your ass hoping he'll get the message that you want this, you want him.

He tentatively squeezes and as you moan into his mouth he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips and meeting yours messily as you grasp and pull at his chest and shirt trying to get even closer. You fumble with your keys unable to focus as you can't keep your mouths off each other. He eventually takes them from you, hoisting you up by the ass to wrap your legs around his hips as he manages to open the door and carry you inside. He pushes you up against the back of the door as it slammed shut, letting you down slowly as he kisses and nips at your neck with a hunger that feels like it comes from deep in his bones. Your body arches against his as his hands are on you again, skimming down your chest and stomach and pushing the fabric of your dress hard up at the apex of your thighs making you keen.

"Frank, please..." You beg.

"Yeah?" he holds his hand there still, waiting for your consent to keep going, you can feel the heat of it against your core.

"Yeah... Frank, just touch me, please." you breathe shakily against him as he quickly hooks his hand under the hem of your dress, tracing his fingers over the damp fabric of your underwear. He kisses you, at the same time dipping his hand into the front of your panties and finding just how wet you are for him.

"God...damn." He curses, drawing your slick arousal up and over as he starts circling his fingers against your clit. You moan high and desperate, letting your legs spread wider to give him better access as the tension inside you is stretched so thin like an elastic band ready to snap at any moment, so turned on that you know you weren't going to last long. He watches you, drinks you in as he easily works you closer to your climax, your legs shaking as you pant against his neck. You palm the front of his jeans, squeezing the delicious thickness of his cock in your hand drawing a deep groan from him that sets you right on the edge.

"Ohh... oh Frank I'm gonna c-come-"

"Yeah sweetheart, I got you..."

He never takes his eyes off you as he curls his thick fingers into your wet heat, thumb pushing against your clit and you're gone, whimpering and grinding as your cunt pulses around him, rolling waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body. Your mouth hangs open and he catches your bottom lip in his teeth, sucking gently.

"Shit... that was..." you gasp against him.

The way he grins, licking your juices from his fingers as if it was ambrosia when he pulls away, you almost jump him right there. Instead you manage to keep it together enough to guide him to your bedroom, wrenching his shirt off on the way, smoothing your hands over the scars old and new that mark the broad muscled expanse of his bare chest. You tug him along with impatience, unzipping your dress and letting it drop to the floor, flinging anything in your way to one side before pulling him down onto the mattress over you. "Beautiful." He murmurs, taking the view of you in as he cages you beneath him before kissing his way down your neck, his mouth warm and wet across your collarbones and the tops of your breasts. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, arching off the bed as he makes his way down your body, pulling down the cups of your bra to lick and suck at your nipples. You moan and writhe and then can't help giggling as he trails his tongue down your stomach, swirling around your navel and lower towards the waistband of your panties. He hooks his fingers over the top and pulls them down your legs as you wriggle to try and help him get them off.

"Baby you taste so sweet, I gotta have more..." he rasps, and you nod vigorously, your heart skips a beat at the way he gently presses your thighs apart, reverently kissing his way to your centre as he hikes your knees up and then,

...oh god.

He laps his tongue slow and sure over your clit, swirling and sucking it into a kiss before plunging it inside you. You shudder at the sensitivity, the hot scratch of his stubble on your skin, gasping as the deep groan he lets out vibrates right through you as the taste of you fills his senses. You can't stop your hips from bucking up into his mouth as he works it over you humming with satisfaction. Huge strong arms curl around your thighs, fingers pressing indents into your soft flesh as he holds you firm, taking what he wants and giving you exactly what you need. His nose nudges against your clit over and over and the way you respond with a whimper and the tightening of your thighs around his head is all the encouragement Frank needs to keep going.

"Good girl," He growls out between swirling the tip of his tongue around that little bundle of nerves. His hand slides up your body to massage and squeeze your breasts, "such a good girl..."

His praise pushes you over the edge, your eyes flutter shut, head tilting back, fingers gripping for his shoulders and your back bowing up off the bed as it hits you. You bury your fingers in his hair, the desperation in your pleas as you come undone going straight to Frank's cock.

You moan long and loud, grinding against his mouth, your pussy clenching as you want nothing more than to have him inside you filling you up. "Frank, I want you... I wanna feel you..."

He licks up everything you have to give and no sooner than the aftershocks of your orgasm start to subside, Frank is up off the bed, whipping off his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers. You watch, practically drooling as you get your first look at him naked, rolling on the condom he snatched out of his back pocket and holy hell he's everything you've fantasised during all your lonely nights. He crawls up your body, hand softly trailing up your leg, hip, and caressing over the swell of your breast to finally settle at your neck, lightly stroking as he looks down at you. He's waiting for permission, but you can see it in his eyes and the tautness of his body that he wants you just as badly as you want him. He sucks in a sharp breath as your fingers close lightly around the hard shaft of his cock, sliding the tip of him through your arousal. You guide him inside you, eyes never leaving his, lips parted and quivering with the breath you exhale as he stretches you blissfully open. When he's fully sheathed deep within you wrap your legs around him, immediately addicted to the sound he makes and the sheer haze of sensation that burns through you as he starts to move. The urgency has faded now that you've reached this point - this slow dance where the rest of the world fades into the background and it's just the two of you. He noses your cheek and you smile, sharing a little huff of breath as he reflects it back at you. As you close your eyes lost in the sensation of each long drag of his cock he catches your lips in his. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the heat within you burn even brighter and hotter.

He coaxes a soft sigh from you as he takes his time, his hips moving back and forth slow and steady. You're torn between chasing the inevitable fireworks and wanting this feeling to last forever. Your hands flow over the shifting muscles of his back and furrow in his hair as his lips trail up the side of your neck and under your jaw. His hand grips your thigh firmly pushing it up higher and you gasp as his thrusts hit even deeper.

"So good sweetheart, so fuckin' good.."

You can only moan your agreement, pulling his lips to yours again and holding him tightly as he's pushing you closer to your edge yet again.

You pull at his arm urging him to roll you both over and he does, taking in how gorgeous you look, how fucking lucky he is as you start moving your hips and riding him. You're looking at him too, with such passion. This supposed fearsome beast of a man you had under you, now looking up at you so adoringly. Wanting you. Needing you.

"God..." He groans, seeing you rise and fall on his cock like that. "what did I do to deserve you?"

You smile against his lips. "You talked to me," you replied, kissing the corner of mouth while you rock your hips, his hands settling there and stroking your skin. "and you like animals.... mm, and you make me laugh,"

"I do." Frank nods, his hands sliding up you back and pressing you closer.

"And oh, you make me feel good."

Frank catches your lips in his, kissing you deeply. "Issat right?"

You hum, nodding slow as you luxuriate in the delicious drag of his cock. When you reach your fingertips down to your clit his entire body jolts with a grunt.

"Yeah, Frank, feels real good..."

Breath and moans mingle and rise, both of you quickly nearing the peak of your pleasure. You feel the rumble of his groan right through you as you rake your nails over his back.

He meets your movements with his hips and your eyes flutter shut as he caresses your breasts. He can't stop staring, the way your eyelashes kiss against your skin, the soft undulation of your body over his, the perfect 'o' your mouth forms as you start to orgasm...

Then your eyes snap open and you're gazing back at him, basking in the unguarded expression of utter bliss blanketing his features. He's split wide open for you, nothing hidden, not since the bullet. He wants to give you everything but you think you'll be happy with just him.

You shower kisses all over his face as he pulses inside you, grasping and holding onto each other until you can't move anymore.

Afterwards, he cuddles you up in his arms under the covers, kissing you so soft and sweet on the forehead. "Think you'd wanna keep digging bullets outta me darlin'?

"You bump his nose with yours. "Think I just might Castle, as long as you don't mind me stealin' your dog?"

He smiles. "Well I don't think he'd mind one bit."

"Okay," you say, curling your pinky finger around his, "it's a deal."

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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fluff Ink demon x crush reader part 2? Really loved! :3 <3333

I’m glad! Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom: Bendy and the Dark Revival

Character(s): Bendy/Ink Demon (ft Alice Angel)

Reader: Gender neutral

TW: Mention of murder if you squint

Style: Hcs

Summary: You meet the famous Alice Angel herself, and like all her other toys, she tricks you into doing her bidding in favor of a promise. But just before she can trick you, the Ink Demon comes to your rescue, pulling Alice back to her sluggish form.

You accidentally wandered into Heavenly Toys, and made your way into the Angel’s home. You were looting lockers and chests when suddenly the intercom came on, and an unfamiliar voice rang through, making you jump and drop all your items.

“I see you~…”

“Uh-huh, that’s nice.” You replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes and beginning to recollect all your dropped items. The angel scoffed before making her voice as angelic and friendly as possible.

“I’d like to make a deal. I’ve been watching you for quite some time, and have noticed your attachment to a certain demon… is that right?” That definitely caught your attention. Well, it’s not like you had anything to lose.

“Yeah, that’s right. So what do you want?”

“If you help me with some errands, I’ll bring you directly to him!”

“And how do I trust you?”

“Look around you, honey. I’m an angel! You’re the one acquainted with a demon.”

“Well, even angels can have horns..” You muttered in annoyance, not appreciating this apparent angel’s attitude. According to the posters, the stranger’s name was Alice. She was odd, and definitely suspicious, but you had nothing better to do. Plus, you really wanted to see Bendy again.

“Come visit me up the stairs. Heaven isn’t easy to miss~” With no other option, you began to ascend. The higher you went, the more the place looked like some kind of nursery. Light up clouds which were now broken and covered with ink, posters and cut-outs, and some scribbles on the wall. Except these were different. They were written in cursive.

“Level 9” “Follow the screams” “She’s quite a gal!” “I’m Alice Angel” “She made me” “I need to be perfect”

Guess Heaven isn’t easy to miss after all. You finally reached the top of the stairs, and after walking down a short hallway, you were met with a door, the word “Heaven” scribbled onto it. Opening it, you were met with Alice herself. The room clearly used to be a recording area, with a few booths scattered around. Though Alice seemed to had claimed this now abandoned area as her own. Those same clouds, cut-outs, and posters were scattered all around, along with some couches, wardrobes, mini-tvs, plushies, and some other things. Surprisingly, the place looked extremely clean. Not a drop of ink could be found, and the lighting was actually bright and normal. It almost made you forget that you were still trapped in the studio.

“Welcome to Heaven~!” Alice sighed, opening her arms and giving a little twirl. Then, she was suddenly in your face, and you were pinned to the wall. Her face showed anger and her voice was deep and threatening. You yelped in fear and surprise, trying to back away from her with no success. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, repeating the name “Bendy” in your mind over and over, wanting him now more than ever.

The Ink Demon was munching on a Lost One, when suddenly, you filled his mind. Your name, your voice, your face. Then he heard his name, or, at least, what his name used to be, before he was a monster. He saw you pinned, defenseless and scared. Suddenly he could hear everything. The giggle of an all-to familiar angel, and your terrified whimpers. He could hear directly where all these sounds were coming from. That damn angel. He should’ve finished her when he had the chance.

Throwing the corpse aside, the demon vanished into the wall, the only evidence of his presence was a fresh stain of ink on the wall. Then, he teleported and emerged into the room you and Alice were in.

“You want to see the Ink Demon so bad? Then you can be a sacrifice to him! I’ll tear you apart, so I can be beautiful again, and the rest of you will be fed to that monster!!” Alice was soon shut up by the sound of a growl, and soon, she was the one yelping, as she was picked up by Bendy himself.

“No! Don’t touch me! Not again!!” Alice could already feel her inky body melting and devolving.

“I think I’ll eat you instead. You’d make a much better sacrifice.” Slowly opening his jaw, Alice was soon devoured. Even though he knew she’d return soon, it’d take her quite some time to return to a well-enough form to function properly. All her progress was lost, which meant he and his beloved (Y/N) could be safe and alone together as she started all over.

As soon as he was done munching, you ran over and hugged him tightly.

“I missed you!” You yelled into his leg, feeling one of his large fingers run through your hair. Bendy got onto his hands and knees, and offered his hand to you.

“Let’s be together as one… with me by your side, nobody will ever hurt you again. You will have so much power. We’ll be… unstoppable.” You grabbed his hand, before holding his palm to your cheek. The feeling was odd, but not unwelcome. Unlike all the other inky creatures, Bendy’s ink was warm. The wet, slimy substance along with his warmth was something you could definitely get used to. You gave a small kiss to his teeth, and he let out a content sigh. Bendy pulled you close to him, keeping you close and simply drowning in the feeling. From his actions, you guessed he could get used to this as well.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

THIS WAS SO CUTE I CAN’T. 😭💕

#bun writes #batdr fanfiction #batdr ink demon #batim x reader #batdr x reader #batdr alice #alice angel #bun asks

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laurfilijames · 10 months

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Fallout

Part 2

Pairing: Jay Mills x female reader

Words: 4,392

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Driving in a blizzard. Mentions of stab wound injury/dressing of injury. Lots of sexual tension. Nudity.

Summary: After a busy day at the clinic and meeting Jay's mom, you set out again to tend to your reluctant patient with an unexpected snow storm on the way, forcing you and Jay to play nice and see each other in a different light.

A/N: The smut is coming I promise!!! I was going to have it in this chapter but it was getting too long (😏) Please enjoy and thank you to all of you who have been showing interest in this story!

Part 1

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Jay remained sitting at the kitchen table for a while after you left, the emptiness of the cabin making his loneliness feel like it had doubled, the brief presence of another person stripping away the facade of wanting to be by himself.

He reached for the pill bottle of pain medication, turning it over in his good hand before lining up the two markers to pop the lid off, shaking two pills out onto the wood table.

Don't be a hero.

Your words echoed as he fiddled the smooth tablets between his fingertips, sighing as he continued the battle he kept having with himself over feeling better or continuing to accept the pain as a punishment for his stupidity.

While his hand felt a hell of a lot better after you changed the dressing on it, it still hurt like a son of a bitch, and compromising, Jay took one of the pills and tossed it into his mouth, swallowing it down dry. Picking the other one up, he aimed and threw it into the open bottle, pushing back on his chair enough to lift the two front legs off the floor.

He stood and got himself a glass of water, thinking as he did how he probably shouldn't have been such an asshole to you, and part of him hoped you would come back despite his shitty behaviour. He cursed himself for thinking you were hot, shaking his head as he took another drink from his glass, rubbing his hand over his mouth to snap himself out of that train of thought. There was no way he could go down that road again, let himself get suckered into feeling anything toward a woman he just met, to trust and be vulnerable when it was inevitable that only bad things came from that shit.

He had to admit that he did appreciate your no-bullshit attitude, continuing to stand tall even when he tried testing your confidence, and even more the fact that you didn't pry about anything that happened or how he even got the injury in the first place.

Maybe you already knew, probably seeing it on the news or in every local newspaper in the entire state, having made up your opinions and assumptions of him and the fucked up story he found himself involved in, or maybe you simply didn't give a shit and chose to do your job while keeping yourself in a neutral position.

Either way, Jay knew he needed to keep himself detached and not cling onto you like he apparently had a habit of doing now, and he hoped that after another visit he'd be cleared to look after his hand on his own and it would heal up well enough to possibly start training again.

At least he knew he would never hear from or see Liza again, feeling the effects she had on him fade with each day that passed, his anger with himself replacing anything else that crazy bitch had him feeling.

His stomach lurched at the thought of her, and he rubbed his hands over his head, his teeth clenching as he sighed a long breath out to try to calm himself.

Thursday had arrived in a blur, the week flying by faster than you had time to keep up with it, feeling like all you did was sleep a few hours each night before you were off to the races again. The clinic was busier than it apparently had ever been in all its twenty-two years according to Deb, and as the day came to a close, you found yourself looking forward to the quiet drive out to the Mills' cottage.

With only an hour left before you would head out and finally finished seeing a rush of patients, you were sitting at your desk lost in your focus on your chart notes when a knock sounded on the door frame behind you.

You jumped slightly and spun your chair to see who had startled you, your hand clasped to your chest as you laughed through your nerves to see a woman standing holding a couple of containers.

"Oh, love, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you!" she exclaimed, rushing forward to place her hand gently on your shoulder.

"No, no, it's fine!" you reassured her, patting her hand with yours. "I was so lost in my paperwork I didn't even hear you come up."

Her face was sweet, and you couldn't help but smile the more you looked at her. "Is there something I can help you with?" you asked.

"Yes, I've spoken with Deb and she said you're the nurse who's been out to see our Jay…"

You nodded to confirm, realizing it was his mother and seeing a slight resemblance in their features, though hers were much softer and far more welcoming.

"I'm sorry, I'm being so rude. I'm June Mills, Jay's mother," she explained.

"It's lovely to meet you, June," you said, giving her your name in exchange to formally introduce yourselves.

"I just wanted to come by and say thank you, I really appreciate the time you're taking to make sure he's alright out there, Lord knows he's as stubborn as his dad… and he's not wanted to see either of us, of course I constantly nag and fuss, and oh!" she sighed, taking a pause as her eyes welled slightly, "look at me rambling on."

"No, it's fine! He seems to be doing okay, his hand should be in better shape to heal up now that he's on more antibiotics and I've properly dressed it. I'm happy to go out there and see to it, it's a nice drive and will help me wind down after these long days."

"Well, I hope you know how much your time and care is appreciated, and I wanted to send you up with some food for him, and for yourself too," she explained, holding out the containers still clasped in her hands. "Some muffins, fresh bread and Jay's favourite meat pies."

"That's really kind of you. I'm sure he'll be so thankful to have his mom's cooking to eat, and I know I'm not about to say no to a home-cooked meal," you laughed, realizing how hungry you were in that moment and recalling that you hadn't eaten anything since the banana you ate in the car on the way in this morning.

"Oh, well if you happen to go up again, I'll make sure to send some more up, and more for you to have too. You know you're always welcome at our house if you're ever lonely or hungry, I know you don't have any family here, and we can't have a pretty thing like you waste away to nothin','' she smiled, her warm fingers holding your chin as if she had known you your whole life.

"Well, June, it's been really nice to meet you, and thank you again for this. I'll be sure to get it all up there for him safely and I'll update you on how he's doing tomorrow."

"Yes, I won't keep you longer than I have," she said, holding her hands up in the air guiltily as she turned and walked through the door and into the hallway. "Be careful driving and don't be out on the roads when it's dark! Those damn deer are impossible…"

"Thank you, I'll be careful, I promise," you smiled, stacking the containers of food beside your bag to take with you.

Even though the temperature had dropped significantly since you left work, you drove with your window cracked, hoping that the brisk air would help keep you awake. With the heat cranked and your coat zipped all the way up to your chin, you carried on, wondering how you were going to manage getting yourself home when you were already this exhausted.

Your stomach was still growling and all you could think about was opening the container of muffins and inhaling one, but thought it would be rude to dig in before Jay even knew about them.

With a sigh, you focused on the road, adjusting your grip on the steering wheel after turning on the last road that would lead you into the cottage.

After parking beside Jay's truck which just so happened to be the only other spot that you didn't think your car would get stuck in, you grabbed your bag and began carrying the pile of containers toward the door. Thankfully, Jay was already standing there with it open for you, his lips thinning into a line that you took was as close to a smile as you would get, pushing the door open further with his arm as you ducked beneath it to walk in.

"Thank you," you said a little overly enthusiastically, trying to make up for his lack of greeting.

He closed the door and watched as you set everything down on the table, eyeing up the containers. and still without a 'hello', blurted, "You brought me food?

"No," you said pointedly, opening the lid to the muffins and holding them out for him, "Your mom did."

"My mom?" he spat, his face screwing up with confusion and alarm. "You know my mom?"

"I do now."

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, running his good hand over his buzzed hair as he sighed and shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of you knowing his family.

"She sought me out at the clinic, this wasn't my doing," you explained, still holding the muffins. "She's worried about you and wanted to make sure you were looking after yourself."

Jay relaxed the tension he was holding in his jaw and took a step forward, grabbing a muffin and taking a huge bite before nodding at the table for you to sit at.

You set them down and took out the supplies needed to change his bandages, eyeing him up out of the corner of your eye as he settled into a chair and got comfortable.

He had track pants on and wasn't wearing a shirt under his hoodie that was unzipped, allowing you a peek at his nicely toned chest and abs, making something other than hunger burn in your stomach.

“How’s it feeling?” you asked, trying to remember the reason you were here.

“Better than it was.”

“Good. And you've been taking the antibiotics?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, looking up at you with raised eyebrows that brought out the lines on his forehead.

"With food?"

"Yes. Christ, are you my mother?" he spat, his annoyance at your questioning clear.

"No," you replied, tilting your head to the side as you glared back at him, "You already have one, and she's lovely."

With a sigh, you pulled out the chair beside him and sat, taking hold of his wrist to pull his hand toward you, beginning to unwrap the well-preserved bandages gently, impressed with his ability to have kept everything so well looked after.

You stayed silent as you worked, not wanting to provoke your testy patient, and feeling happy with how his wound was looking once you had it all exposed.

"You're a lot more gentle than the other nurses were," he explained, his tone quieter and calmer now.

"Oh." You didn't say it as a question, unsure if he would explain his experiences on his own without you prompting him, and not wanting to make him tell you if he didn't feel like it.

"I dunno, maybe they were scared of me or somethin'."

You paused to look up at him, your fingers resting on his hand, "Why would they be scared of you?"

He shook his head, almost embarrassed, but his eyes held a seriousness and a sense of hurt when he continued.

"Nah, I dunno, just with everything that's happened I don't exactly have the best reputation anymore. I went from the golden kid and home-town hero to cheater, and then loser fresh out of jail getting sucked into-" he cut himself off, sighing and looking down at your hands still touching. "Nevermind."

You kept quiet, set on avoiding asking questions or making comments where he didn't want your input, knowing that in time he would talk about what he wanted or needed to, and you would be there to listen if he did.

Your fingertips brushed along the inside of his wrist, tempted to linger there to feel his pulse hammering, slowly turning his hand over to address the top side of it.

"This is looking really good, Jay. I think I'll only need to come back one more time before you can do it yourself," you explained, smiling at him softly.

He nodded in response, and you thought to yourself how impossible it was to read him.

You both sat in silence for the remaining time it took for you to clean and redress his hand, allowing the sound of the wind howling against the house to fill the quiet, and you did your best to mask your yawns, the longer you sat there, the more tired you grew.

Jay looked out the window, his face looking concerned. "Holy shit, that snow is coming down fast."

You followed his stare, seeing it for yourself, your gut twisting with nerves at the thought of getting home alive, deer being the least of your worries now.

"Let's hope those snow tires do their job," you said with false hope as you finished securing the wrapping.

"Snow tires aren't going to do shit," he warned, watching as you stood and started packing your things.

"I'll be fine, I'm a good driver."

"No one is a good driver in that. You're gonna end up in a ditch. You can stay here until it passes."

You laughed sneeringly, "I'm going home, I have to be at the clinic at seven tomorrow morning."

"You're going to get yourself fucking killed," he said slowly, trying to get his point across. "Not to mention you're exhausted and your stomach has been growling the whole time you've been here."

You sighed, pacing slightly as you tried to decide what to do, each glance out the window making you feel more uneasy.

"The drive will wake me up, and I'll take a muffin with me!" you argued, plucking one out of the container and holding it up for him to see.

"Whatever," he huffed, shaking his head. "I'm not coming out to rescue you when you get stuck and stranded, and don't think anyone else will be either. The roads close when it's like this."

"It's fine, Jay. I'll be fine," you stressed, walking toward the door, trying to convince yourself more than him.

The wind cut through the thin material of your scrubs and burned at the skin on your legs in the time it took for you to brush off your car, your body shaking with cold as you sat and waited for the heat to work, rubbing your hands together and breathing on them before you found the courage to put it in reverse and plow your car through the snow and out of the driveway.

The trees that surrounded the Mills' cottage blocked a lot of the blowing snow, but as soon as you got onto the main road, you could hardly see a foot in front of you.

"Fuck," you muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter, your teeth clenched together tightly as stress took over.

Your headlights only made the swirling flakes appear thicker and more mezmerizing, creating a hypnotic dance in the yellow beams, making it difficult to focus on where the road was.

Having immediately regretted your decision but too proud to turn back, you kept on as well as you could, practically crawling at a snail's pace, the snow continuing to come down even denser around you, blowing with winds so forceful that your car moved with each powerful gust.

There was no way to see the road anymore, forcing you to pull over to what you only guessed was the side of the road, officially defeating you in your goal to get home as you were unable to carry on safely.

The fuel gauge on your dash read at just under a quarter of a tank, and you knew if you kept your car running, you would soon be out of gas and definitely wouldn't be making it home even if the storm happened to let up. Turning off the ignition, you placed your hands against the vents, trying to soak up what was left of the warm air coming from them, praying that this would pass soon.

Jay paced the kitchen, trying to make his mind up between going out to get you, knowing you would definitely be stuck somewhere, or staying and letting you deal with the consequences of not listening to him in the first place.

He leaned against the sink, exhaling deeply through his nose as he stared out the window at the snow billowing around menacingly, and despite his gut telling him to steer clear of saving another damsel in distress in the middle of a storm, he grabbed his truck keys and set out.

Within twenty minutes he spotted your car, barely set off to the shoulder and hardly visible from the snow that already covered it, shaking his head in disbelief at your ignorance to your safety.

"Un-fucking-believable."

He pulled up behind your car, getting out and slamming his door shut before trudging through the deep snow in a rage. He knocked on your window with the fist of his good hand, making you scowl at him.

"Let's go!" he yelled, tugging on the handle of your door to open it.

"What the hell?" you shouted back, the fresh burst of air coming in to mix with the already biting temperature of your car making you shiver.

"I said let's go! You're going to get yourself fucking killed if you don't freeze to death first!"

"I'm fine! You didn't need to come out here and save me-"

"Just get in the fucking truck!" he screamed, his voice booming even over the noise of the storm.

His demanding tone shut you up quickly, and not wanting to test his patience and good-will any further, you grabbed your things and pulled the keys from the ignition, locking your car as you ran over to the passenger side of his truck and climbed in.

The tires of his truck spun as he turned it around and tried to move forward, his frustration clear on his features as he struggled to get it out of the deep snow, shooting you a glare when he was finally able to drive on.

"I told you I would've been fine, you didn't have to come rescue me."

"You should've just fucking listened in the first place."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? What else do you want me to say?"

"Preferably nothing," he jabbed, looking at you with the most unimpressed expression.

You sighed and shook your head, staring out the window, feeling a sickening mix of guilt and stupidity, and dreading how the rest of the night was going to go.

"I'm not excited about this either," he said pointedly after a couple of minutes, straining to see between his wiper blades as the snow hit the windshield head on. "The last time I picked up a chick in a snow storm she turned out to be nuts."

"I'm not-"

"Yeah, none of you think you are," he cut you off, making you turn your head to try to defend yourself, but the look he gave you made you swallow your words, his eyes locked on yours for what seemed like too long before he looked back at the road in front of him.

You noticed now that he had just tossed his coat over top of his hoodie that remained open, his torso still naked under it, the only other addition of proper attire a toque on his head, making you realize he had rushed out in a hurry to help you.

He got you back to the cottage safely, neither of you speaking a word for the rest of the drive, the silence between you still so loud even once you were inside removing your coats.

You were chilled to the bone, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep from shivering, your bare arms littered with goosebumps that you tried to rub away.

"Do you think I could have a shower?" you asked hesitantly, half expecting him to say no.

He glanced at you from where he stood beside the fireplace and nodded, "Yeah."

You walked toward the bathroom, slowing your stride when he spoke again.

"There's towels in the closet."

You looked at your tired face in the mirror as you undressed, the bags under your eyes so prominent now, your limbs feeling leadened from the stress of the last two days. After letting your scrubs and underwear heap into a pile on the floor, you sighed in remembering you had nothing to change into, and picked them up to fold neatly on the counter, knowing you would have to put them right back on again. It wouldn't be the first time you had to re-wear the same set of scrubs or stay in the same panties for longer than a day; your shifts when you worked in the ER sometimes stretching beyond twenty-four hours, but all you could think of right now was getting yourself warm and hopefully getting some decent sleep.

The hot water felt heavenly against your skin, and even though you had already washed your hair and body, you stood under the stream for far longer than you needed to, letting the heat seep into your chilled bones.

It wasn't until you heard the door open that you turned around, able to see Jay slip in to place some clothes on the vanity beside yours through the glass door of the shower, and yet you didn't rush to cover yourself, waiting to see if he lingered.

His blue eyes met with yours in the mirror, neither of you moving or speaking until you turned back under the shower head to let the water fall down over you again, acting as if you were the only one there. Letting your hands roam your body, you heard the door click shut after another minute, finally exhaling the shaky breath you had been holding, a sense of adrenaline sparking every nerve in you.

A rush of arousal shot through you, wondering if his intentions were solely to bring you new clothes to wear or if he was set on getting a glimpse of you naked, the idea of it being the latter making you tingle from head to toe. You shut the tap off, needing to get out of the shower and rid yourself of those tempting thoughts, reaching for the towel to dry yourself off.

There were few better feelings than fresh clothes on clean skin, you thought, slipping your legs into the soft, cotton track pants after having shrugged the oversized hoodie on your upper half, although there was one other indulgent feeling that trumped everything else that was weighing heavily in the forefront of your mind.

It felt so intimate somehow, wearing his clothes; the thought of them having been on his body, touching his skin, and now up against your bare flesh that radiated so much heat driving you to a point you could hardly resist daring to want to explore, but knew you couldn't.

With a deep breath to regain something resembling resolve, you opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom with your dirty scrubs in your arms, walking over to where your bag sat on the floor beside the couch. You felt Jay watching you as you shoved your clothes in, and you met him with eye contact that felt so charged it washed away any composure you thought you had.

"Thanks," you managed to speak, plucking the material of his hoodie away from your chest to emphasize what you were thanking him for, aware he could probably see your hard nipples embossing the material.

"Yeah, no problem," he replied, his voice sounding deeper to your ears.

"I was thinking of trying to get some sleep," you started, feeling your nerves make your words stumble out quickly in your awkwardness in not knowing where you even would be sleeping. "I can take the couch, or-"

He chuckled softly, "No, there's another room at the end of the hall. You can take that one."

"Okay, thank you, again, for everything, Jay," you spoke genuinely, still holding his gaze, the longer you looked into those blue eyes the more you were tempted to close the distance between you and kiss his inviting lips.

"Don't mention it," he said as he stood, your eyes automatically following the view of his exposed chest down to the bulge in his pants, making you wet the inside of the ones you were wearing with your slick.

The way he continued to look at you had you feel as if he knew the state you were in right now, like he could smell the pheromones flashing off of your skin, and that he liked the control he had in putting you in such a way but not being generous enough to do anything about it.

"Goodnight," he said, walking past you while maintaining the same intensity in eye contact, glancing over his shoulder at you when he got to his room and partially closed the door.

You stood where you were for a minute, trying to steady your breathing, eventually willing your feet to move you down the hall to the unoccupied bedroom.

You couldn't help yourself from peeking through the open door as you passed his room, catching a glimpse of him peeling off his sweater, the sight of his well-worked muscles covered by thick flesh making your mouth water and the lustful desire you were trying to fight rise to the surface in an undeniable way.

A large window overlooking the frozen lake greeted you when you got to what was clearly the master bedroom, revealing the unrelenting storm that you knew would keep strong for hours to come, the snow working to unfurl you just as much as it was everything else in its path.

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Part 3

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nomicskeleton · 2 years

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I have a idea for requests (if u comfortable with)! Its angsty but not at same time. Albedo/Xiao/Kazuha (if you comfortable with) shy s/o accidently confess them after that s/o crys and appologies bcs s/o thinks they will never ever any gets love. I hope u will ve have nice day or night or evening :3

DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY 'I LOVE YOU'

pairings: albedo, xiao x shy gn! reader

genres: angst to fluff

warning: insecurities, anxiety, crying, mentions of blood and bruises, all lowercase

(a/n): anon, y'know that i live for angst stories (cuz i'm a masochist) so i'm glad that someone finally requested this genre :") sorry that i won't include kazuha here cuz i'm running outta idea??hh and.. i don't like how this thread turns out tho but ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND SORRY FOR WAITING TOO LONG

ALBEDO:

who didn't adore this alchemist? aside from being an alchemy prodigy, he mastered the art so well. he indeed was such a talented being.

you had developed a crush on him a long time ago but you never dared to confess it since you felt your feeling would be a burden on him.

one day when you were trying to make your way to albedo's lab on dragonspine, a herd of hilichurls suddenly ambushed you.

being a person that didn't master any weapon and didn't receive a vision, you started overthinking if this was your end.

but the sound of blade thrusting and painful yelps of the hilichurls boomed your ears as you slowly watched over just to see them laying on a thick duvet of snow and dissipating in the air.

you couldn't help but let the tears out in terrified. not because of your knight in shining armor—albedo—killing monsters in front of you, but you were just too scared of the situation you were in.

"are you all right?" the blonde offered you his gloved hand.

you looked at him, tears brimming your eyes. the alchemist looked so ethereal with his glimmering teal eyes and ashy blond locks dancing in the freezing air of dragonspine.

why are you so pretty and strong? you make me fall in love again, you thought and soon saw a faint blush creep up the alchemist's cheeks. your eyes widened after a minute passed, you didn't just say that out loud right?!

you didn't spare a second for albedo to speak as you rambled panically about how you were so sorry to confess, that you were not worthy of receiving his love, and such.

"y/n," albedo cupped your cheeks, making you stop rambling. seeing you trembling made his chest twist. "who said that you're not worthy, hm? i'm glad that you reciprocate my feeling."

your world stopped, utterly shocked from the words albedo had uttered. the alchemist read your expression as a sigh and small smile plastered on his mouth, the blush on his face remained. "yes, y/n. i love you too." he spoke, rubbing your blushing cheeks with his thumbs. "now, let's go to my camp. it's freezing."

XIAO:

when he rescued you from a herd of treasure hoarders, your heart skipped a beat seeing his swift and strong movements. within a brief moment, he could take down the herd and your jaw dropped in awe.

the moment his sharp golden irises landed on your e/c ones, you felt your fear and panic feelings were now replaced by a foreign feeling. your heart was drumming that you were scared he might hear it.

"call my name—adeptus xiao, if you need help." as he said that, the mist surrounded him and his figure was nowhere to be found.

when you visited wangshu inn for delivering stuff, you decided to get some fresh air after a long day of work. as you went upstairs, your eyes widened at the sight of xiao's back. he was standing on the balcony, facing the illuminating moon.

your eyes lit in excitement and you called him, making his head turn around. you suddenly felt awkward but tried to make some small talk anyway. to your surprise, he just gave you short replies and sounded annoyed and cold. heartbroken? yes, pretty much since he seemed to not enjoy your encounter.

verr goldet noticed and told you that was his usual self. she tried to cheer you up and said almond tofu was the best option to summon him.

it turned out right. the sight of his cheeks puffing as he munched the tofu delightfully made you want to run laps. your visits to wangshu inn were more often despite him telling you not to call him if it wasn't necessary, but he still came though.

one time when you summoned him and he appeared in front of you, you were surprised at his state. cuts and blood stained his skin, the look on his face obviously told you that he was in hurt even though he tried to hide the pain.

"no need to be so dramatic, i received these occasionally. not a big deal." xiao whipped his head away as you tried to treat his wounds.

"h-how can i be not upset when the person i like gets hurt—" you immediately shut up realizing what you just spoke.

xiao slowly turned at you as you started to feel embarrassed. "what...?" he whispered.

you stuttered out several apologies and instantly walked off, but xiao could still hear you mumble "i don't deserve you".

the adeptus was taken aback, he realized that you both shared somehow a similar mindset but the small sparking weird feeling in his heart said otherwise. he wanted to tell you that you were worthy and need not be so unconfident. he teleported in front of you and froze at his spot while facing your shocked face.

"i... enjoy your company." he spoke with a low voice, face burning red and his eyes looking down. "so, don't say that."

xiao disappeared through the mist as soon he finished his words. you were left there dumbfounded, didn't believe what he just spoke. your heart drummed so rapidly as his words repeated in your mind like a broken radio.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin x you #albedo x reader #albedo x gender neutral reader #albedo hcs #albedo fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #xiao hcs #xiao fluff #albedo angst #xiao angst

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praisethesuuun · 1 year

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Chen gong nsfw alphabet please and thank you

I'm so happy to hear that someone else thinks about this little sunshine☀️❤️ Chen really is important to me, so I've put my whole heart in this one. Hope you like it, anon☺️

CHEN GONG: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Oh, please, this man is as sweet as honey. If anything, you're the one that have to take care of him: wiping the sweat from his forehead and cuddling him. Chen Gong is absolutely the softest man you will ever find, reward him for his hard work, he needs it!

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

Chen absolutely loves his long hair, especially when you pull it while he eats you out. You can literally see the way his eyes roll in the back of his head, while a red blush appear on his cheeks. Chen Gong likes holding your tiny hands when you ride him like crazy or, talking in a more pleasant context, he'd like to hold them every time.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

I don't think he has any preferences. I mean, everywhere is ok, anywhere you want. This handsome puppy will follow your every order!

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

Maybe, just maybe, he fantasizes about you pegging him. Even if it will remain only a thought, since he doesn't want to be seen as effeminate by the other members of the army. Oh, and another thing...do you think involving Lu Bu could be a problem?

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Chen Gong had only a short experience and it was with his general, but, apart from this escapade, he has never had any sexual experiences.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

This man lives to please you, so cowgirl is a must in bed. You will have to mark his neck, kiss his chest and tell him how good he is. But, Chen likes 69 more, because you two can please each other at the same time and he finds it beautiful.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

Yeah, he's goofy sometimes, but not too much. Don't expect too many jokes for his part, if you want, you can keep the light atmosphere.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

Chen Gong is pretty groomed, despite the war and his traveling, he manages to keep it nice and clean. The carpet is slightly darker than the courtains, not too much tho.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

Romance never fails with him, your every session is full of love, while the entire room is decorated with flower petals.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

Chen Gong can't deny it, sex with you is like a drug for him. When he's away from you, he can't help but touch himself imagining your body, the way your eyes devour his soul...

K: kinks <their kinks>

He has something for mutual masturbation, for him it's a romantic thing to do. Plus, you'll be the top, because Chen's favourite thing to hear are your praises: tell him everything you feel, how much you love riding him and how good is making you feel. Chen has a choking kink, there, I said it.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

Because of the war, you often do this in your tents. But it's always so embarrassing because of the noises you make, everyone knows when it's time to walk away or ignore it. So, you started looking for quieter places-

M: motivation <what turns them on>

When you act all caring in his regards such as, for example, taking care of his injuries. When you give him special attention, Chen Gong loses control and can't wait to pounce on you!

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Degrading you in any way possible. He just can't, despising you just doesn't exist.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

Giving, without doubt. When you pull his hair, Chen may cum instantly, not to mention the way he likes to worship you or the sweet moans that leave your mouth. "Y-you're doing so well, Chen!" "Yes! Say it again, my dear!"

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

You're the one to decide the pace, Chen will obey like always. If you want to go rough, it's ok, and if you want to go slow, it's ok too.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

It happened, more than once. The sequence of events is always the same: you get excited by mistake (small caresses too many, a few sighs...), Chen gets hard and your thighs start shaking at the thought, you two find an empty room and- you know the rest.

R: risk <...DUH>

He's not too much of a risks guy, but if you insists so much then he will try to settle you. If he sees that he doesn't like it, he doesn't hesitate to tell you and stop right away, switching to something sweeter to calm him down.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

I would say 2 or 3 rounds, in short, average. It also depends on the circumstances, but usually it goes something like this.

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

No, he doesn't have them, he's enough for you, so you don't need him, right? Using them will hurt his pride as a man, please tell him that he's enough.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

This little puppy? Oh no, he doesn't tease you, it's usually the other way around. He kinda likes it when you make him beg or whine.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Super noisy, Chen doesn't hide his pleasure, despite sometimes trying to control himself or shut his mouth. It's his way of letting you know how much he loves you.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

I think you all know what's coming and let me answer the question from before: no, for Lu Bu wasn't a problem. He likes to join you two when you ask him, I mean, you're both pretty cute and irresistible, how could he not do that?

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

Chen's cock is pretty average, just enough to make you scream when wanted, he knows how to use it and you're good at riding it. It's slightly curved upward and the tip is #d69883.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

It's amazing how easily Chen gets turned on, he becomes like a puppy looking for milk whenever he is excited. And tell me, how can you resist at those puppy eyes? That's right, you can't.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Chen Gong falls asleep almost immediately, especially if you cuddle him with his head resting on your chest, between your boobs. If you stop and listen, you can hear little moans when you stroke the back of his neck.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror x you #snv x reader #snv x you #request #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok headcanons #chen gong #ror smut #snv smut

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bubble-tea-blossom · 1 year

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Jealousy

Pairing: Joel X f!reader

Rating/Warnings: E for Explicit Smut so 18+ only please. Rough sex. Face fucking. PIV. Angst and Fluff and Smut the Holy Trinity. Size kink. Big Meat Joel.

WC: 9.9 k...(I don’t know what happened.)

Summary: You get bit by the green-eyed demon, and struggle with dealing with it. What better way to get your frustrations out than fuck? Good thing you have a fling going with a certain ex-smuggler.

A/N: This takes place before Slip Up. Sorry for posting out of order. Ao3.

You let out a yawn as you finish lacing up your boots.

All tied, you sit up straight on the bed and look over besides you at the sleeping form of Joel.

Jeez, you must have really worn him out last night. The thought brings a little smile to your face.

He’s on his side, facing where you had laid as you slept, facing him. He’s usually such a light sleeper, but you’re being careful as you get dressed to be quiet. He has the day off and you want him to sleep in for once.

He looks so peaceful, his face relaxed, his hair a little wild on the pillow. You know you’re taking too long, you really need to leave. But the view you’re looking at is so...soft.

You spent over two decades in places where all you saw was one horror after the next, the only break were the blue bells in the woods, or the iridescent feather of a pigeon on the ground. After such a deficit of serenity, you can’t help but gorge on the feast before you.

The sight of him makes you want to crawl back under the covers and curl up against him again.

In a close second, you instead lean over and plant a light kiss against his cheekbone.

Eyes still closed, his lips twitch up in a sleepy smile. They’re too irresistible so you kiss the corner of his mouth as well before drawing away.

Finally standing up, you go to leave room when you hear him stir. But when you look back you see he’s only readjusting the pillow, eyes not even open. Obviously not planning on getting up anytime soon. Good.

With that you take your leave, tiptoeing out the back door of his house.

It’s early enough that the morning brings a slight chill, you know will be sorely missed when the summer heat comes on.

With a quick peek over the fence, you don’t see anyone around and slip out his gate. You jog a few steps to get a decent distance away before slowing to a walk.

You already have all your gear you need for patrol, so you head straight for Seth’s bar for breakfast. Dawn patrol means you get the restaurant nearly completely to yourself.

You hear a greeting of your name when you walk through the door, and you look up to see Tommy already sitting at one of the tables, eating.

“I got you something to eat, here.”

“Thanks, Tommy.” You say through a yawn, making your way over to the table.

You really did not get enough sleep as you probably should have.

Sat across from Tommy, you unwrap the still warm breakfast burrito and dig in.

You and Tommy eat in silence, when it’s this early not even Tommy wants to talk.

However, after your third yawn within 30 seconds, Tommy speaks up.

“Had a long night or something?” He asks.

“Uh, kinda. Had trouble falling asleep.” You lie, hoping he can’t see your discomfort at his questioning.

“Mm hm.” He hums, giving you a pointed look.

You choose to ignore his probing, feigning ignorance. After a minute of silence you think you’d gotten away with it, but then Tommy opens his mouth like he always does.

“That Chris is pretty cute huh.”

That throws you for a loop. Especially since you have no idea who Chris is.

“Which Chris.” You say, squinting at him while you chew your breakfast.

Tommy rolls his eyes, “The Chris from that big group that joined up two weeks ago? There’s eight of them. He’s young, handsome. Saw you two talking yesterday at the green houses.”

“Oh, that Chris.” You honestly had forgotten his name. He was nice and yeah decently attractive, but you hadn’t felt any pull to him. Wonder why...

“Yeah, that Chris.” Tommy says sarcastically, and your squint narrows at his tone. You can tell he thinks you’re being coy. What, is he trying to match make you with the first guy your age that comes through?

“I think I’m gonna hold a small dinner party for them this weekend, so they can meet more people, feel welcome. They seem to be settling in well.” He says.

“Hey, how come you didn’t throw me a party when I came to Jackson?”

“Probably cause I knew you would have hated that. As I recall you tried to stab me the first time we met. Didn’t really seem like the party type at the time.”

You shrug your shoulders. Fair enough.

“Think I’m gonna get Joel to host, you’re invited obviously.” Tommy says after a sip of his tea.

“Why Joel’s?” You say casually.

“He’s too much of a hermit. This way he can’t slip away after twenty minutes, he’ll be forced to actually talk to people.”

“He does talk to people, he talks to you and Ellie.”

Tommy shakes his head, “He and Ellie ain’t on best terms, let’s put it. He’s really drawn away from everyone since.”

You have noticed things between them had been rocky for a while, and hearing that it’s gotten worse doesn’t really surprise you. You wish you knew more about what’s going on, but you've kept a respectful distance. Joel isn’t the emotional dumper type, getting him to tell you where he was from had taken months of sweet talking him on patrols when he and Ellie first arrived. You have a feeling that something happened before they arrived in Jackson, some big secret that’s been rotting under the surface and is coming to a head.

“Hurry up slow poke.” Tommy jabs at you and you begin chewing again, coming out of your thoughts.

You finish your breakfast quickly and the two of you make your way to the stables to gather your horses and finally get the dawn patrol on it's way.

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Patrol is surprisingly drama free for once. The only Infect being ones on the ridge that you and Tommy make a game out of trying to out-snipe the other. Tommy won, and has not stopped gloating the entire ride back.

“Loser buys lunch.” He says, dismounting from his horse and passing off his reins to Ben, the stablehand.

“Lunch is free anyways, idiot.” You say, fishing the cookie you kept in your pocket for your own horse, who nickers in excitement and bobs her head as you raise it to her muzzle. You can’t help but smile at her soft nose and whiskers tickling your palm. With one last pat on her shoulder, you pass her off to Ben as well who gives you a nod before leading both mares back to the stables.

“You’re just grumpy cause you’re a sore loser.” Tommy teases as you join back at his side to make your way to Seth’s restaurant.

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumble.

Tommy is mercifully silent the rest of the way there, and you’re so looking forward to going home and taking a nap.

The streets are pretty full now that’s it close to midday, Gustavo is out picking his banjo on the corner, Buckley curled up at his feet. The music of his song follows you all the way to the entrance of the bar/restaurant. But the din of people that rushes out as soon as Tommy opens the door for you, chases away any lingering notes.

It’s pretty full, today, Your eyes start scanning the room for a place to sit. Your roving eyes freeze on Joel, who’s standing near the bar at the other end of the room, and the gorgeous woman talking to him.

She’s part of the group that Tommy mentioned earlier this morning. Jolene. You actually do remember her name because when you introduced yourself to them, you remember feeling a little twitch in your gut when you noticed first how beautiful she was: she’s strong, a scar on her eyebrow that only makes her look sexier. The second thing you noticed was her age.

She’s older than you. She’s quite a bit older than you. Much closer in age to Joel than you are. And the realization had made you feel like you had a pebble in your shoe.

The sight of them talking, makes that feeling come back, and you want to shake to vehemently shake it off before you conscious mind can label it.

“Oh there’s Joel, I’m gonna go tell him about his party he’s throwing. You’re coming right?” Tommy asks you, and you only break your gaze on them to briefly glance at Tommy to be polite as you answer, “Yes of course.” Before flicking your eyes back to them.

They’re standing an appropriate distance apart for strangers getting to know one another. But was you watch you see Jolene sway a little into Joel’s bubble every once in a while as she talks. She’s interested in him. Which to be fair, in your opinion who wouldn’t be? But up until now, the competition had been low, Joel doesn’t make himself to easiest person to get to know. But she was certainly trying.

You’re so enthralled in your staring, you don’t notice when Tommy leaves your side, only realizing when you can suddenly see his back getting smaller.

You do turn your head when you hear the door right behind you open and you move out of the way for Ellie and Dina to come in.

They offer you bubbly greetings and you return one in kind, but as soon as they’re past you, you can’t help but you look at Joel across the room.

You see him looking at Ellie, even while Jolene talks to him. She must have noticed his shift in attention because she also looks over in Ellie’s direction, trying to figure out what he’s looking at.

Ellie looks up at Joel and pointedly turns her back to him, and you watch helpless from across the room as visible grief pass over his handsome face. You wish you could grab them both and drag them somewhere private and force them to talk out what ever needs mending. But you really wish you could be there, besides him, and lean into him so he can feel the weight of you pressing into his side, the squeeze of your fingers against his.

By some blessing, Joel looks over at you, and you do your best at a smile, just to tell him you saw, and are trying to comfort him as best as you can.

Jolene obviously says something, because you see Joel’s face quickly shift back to a guarded one, and he turns back to her, saying something before leaving, exiting the restaurant through the back exit.

You definitely don’t feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction at the disappointment on her face, because that would just be petty.

When you slip outside to follow him, he’s nowhere to be found. You shove your hands in your pockets and make your way to his house.

You can hear disconnected chords being strummed before you even touch the wooden gate to his backyard. You open it gingerly so as not to startle him, but it still creaks and you hear the chords falter for a moment before continuing.

When you round the corner of his back porch, he looks up at you, and you offer him an empathetic smile.

“I’m glad you’re here.” His voice is so low, it’s almost whisked away on the gentle breeze. But you still hear him, and his words make your heart sing.

You take a seat next to him the bench, curling your legs up besides you, and leaning against his shoulder. You sit there listening to him plucking scales and chords, feeling the sun on your face, the warmth of him against you, the wind brushing past you.

Gradually, his chords start to take shape into a familiar melody. “My Girl.” By The Temptations. Bittersweet memories flood you with the tune, of singing with your mother. After she died, the thought of singing felt wrong, and even a few hummed words in the dark of night faded quickly.

But you do actually sing for him this afternoon. Mainly to hear his laugh when you purposefully crack your voice or over dramatize a voice wobble. You realize here and now, with your head on his lap, hearing him laugh, that you’ll do anything to keep him happy. The realization fills you with contentment, stubbornness, and a sort of fear that you’ve never felt before.

Again, you choose to push the thought away before your conscious brain can label it.

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It’s Friday, the day before the dinner party at Joel’s house. You have no idea how people Tommy has invited but you're excited to see the inevitable chaos that will ensure.

It’s your second day of four off, since patrollers have schedules like nurses, four days on and four days off. Yesterday you spent the whole day basking in the sun, and lazing around your place.

Today you’re already getting restless, years of living on your own, being constantly on edge has made it difficult to do nothing for long periods of time.

To combat this antsy-ness why not have fun and be productive at the same time?

The shooting range is one of your favorite places to spend your time. Your specialty is long range weapons, a fair portion of your patrols are with Tommy along the ridge line, sniping Infected. This is why you’ve bonded so much over the years you’ve been at Jackson, and he really took you under his wing, honing your skills since being here.

If you’re being honest, when Joel and Ellie first showed up, you were a little worried about being pushed out in a way, with Tommy’s attention now on his brother which is perfectly reasonable; what you wouldn’t give to have family here. But Tommy stuck by you, and now some of his purposefully annoying attention is divided up, which works out for you.

With bullet makers in town, this means a steady supply for practice, and no anxiety about wasting precious bullets. Since you practice so much long range, you decide today is a good day to sharpen your close range skills with some hand guns.

The nice thing about the close range is there’s a section outside, perfect for beautiful days like today.

When you get to the log, the range assistant asks you what you want today. You take a moment to think.

Your thoughts go to Joel, and his loved revolver he has. He trusts that weapon with his life, praising it because he never has to worry about it jamming.

“Can I get a double action revolver, please?” You ask the worker. He gives a quick nod and turns to unlock the gun safe behind him.

“Good choice.”

You spin around to see Joel, and feel a smile split your face. He’s standing there in all his green plaid glory. His hair has fallen over his forehead on one side, and you have to restrain yourself from going on tiptoes to reach up and brush your fingers through it. You know how much he loves his hair being stroked.

Instead you say, “Getting some much needed practice in, Miller?”

Joel smiles at that, “Tough words.”

“Up for a rematch so I can kick your ass again?” You say, voice cocky.

“Love to, but I’m a little busy actually.” He says and just then you see Jolene behind him, making her way over to the two of you. You feel your stomach sink. But you make sure to keep your face completely neutral, forcing a friendly closed mouth smile at Jolene when she says hello.

“Couldn’t help but hear someone say something about a rematch. Mind if I join?”

“Oh I was just joking, I didn’t realize you guys were busy with something.” You say, hearing how lame your excuse sounds.

You hear someone call your name from behind Joel, and everyone turns to see Tommy, sniper riffle cradled in the crook of his elbow.

“This could be your redemption from when I smoked you earlier this week.” He says, a wide smile on his dumb stupid face. This is the last thing you want to be doing.

You hope your glare translates all the curses your calling him in your head, but all he does is smile wider at you.

“What do you say, you and me?” Jolene says, giving you a nudge on the arm. She’s being friendly, and saying no is only going to make you look like the asshole who’s being unreasonable.

“Sure.” You comply, trying your best to look casual instead of defensive. You feel the tips of your fingers tingle and your palms start to sweat. Sure, it’s just a friendly competition, but you can’t help feel like your reputation is on the line, along with some other unconscious competition going on.

After a quick explanation from Joel, Jolene goes over to log out a double action revolver same as yours.

“What are you guys doing here?” You ask, a slight strain in your voice as you turn to Tommy and Joel. Joel at least looks a little guilty, he can tell you don’t want to do this.

“Tommy asked me to give a tour because he said he was too busy.” Joel quickly explains, blaming Tommy.

“I am busy. I came to get my sights fixed on this puppy.” Tommy explains, giving the gun a soft pat.

“Mm hmm.” You and Joel both hum in tune with each other. The both of you have experienced plenty of Tommy’s meddling. Tommy likes to pull strings from the background.

“Alright, ready.” Jolene announces. With a quick look at Joel and Tommy, who gestures for you to lead the way, you gesture for her to follow you.

“Do you know where the outside range is?” You ask, to which she shakes her head.

“Ok, I can show you the way.” You say.

“Sounds good to me. Tommy says you’re a pretty good shot.” She compliments.

Usually that would make you feel good, but for some reason today, hearing her say it, only makes you feel worse. You feel the pressure rising up your throat to not embarrass yourself in front of everyone.

So instead you shrug, “Tommy doesn’t think before he talks a lot of the time.”

“Hey. I can hear you.” He snaps from behind you, pulling a soft chuckle from Jolene.

“I’m a pretty decent shot myself, just so you know.” Jolene finishes.

Alright, now you really need to win.

The targets are already set up. Wooden planks cut out in a human silhouette with paper targets on the torso and head. You let Jolene pick a station to situate herself in and you choose the one next to her.

Flicking open the chamber, you fill in six bullets then flick it closed. Joel’s past words of advice running through your mind while you simultaneously pretend to not really notice his presence behind you.

Hold it like you love it: not too tight, not too loose. Squeeze the trigger slow, but confident.

“Wanna shoot first?” Jolene asks. It’s a disadvantage going first, in your opinion, so to be gracious you accept.

Deep breath in, eyes on your target, raise the gun and find the red bullseye in the iron sights, squeeze.

The shot rings around the range, and after a beat you lower the gun. Not quite a bullseye, but pretty damn close. It’s a good first shot. But instead of relief, you just feel more pressure mount up your throat because now you need to keep it up.

“Nice shot.” Jolene says, “Some real competition.” She grins.

Her movements are smooth, and practiced, she’s obviously someone who can handle themselves. She aims and her shot rings in a delayed echo to yours.

The tear in the paper of her target is nearly identical placing to yours, just on the other side.

Your second shot ends up much the same to your first, only a little lower this time.

Jolene’s lands nearly on top of her first’s, making the hole bigger and little oblong.

You take a deep breath in just like every time as you raise the gun.

“Let’s see it, sharpshooter.” Tommy calls from behind you.

“Tommy, shut the fuck up.” You snap, arms still raised. You try to reorient yourself, but now your rhythm is thrown off. You lower the gun quickly, take another breath, and raise the gun again.

You aim, fire, and hit the very corner of the paper, not even on the painted circle.

You grit your teeth, cursing yourself out harshly in your head. You don’t know why you’ve gotten so invested in this stupid “friendly” competition.

But then Jolene’s shot hits the right half of the bullseye, and you see Joel lean over to her and toss her a quick “Fine shot.” And you feel your self hatred triple.

“What the hell happened there? A ghost came and knocked your gun or some’n?” Tommy quips. You know he’s just joking around, that’s just what he does. But right now, it’s only pissing you off.

“Tommy, I will forfeit this competition just so I can shoot you, if you don’t shut up.” You glare at him. Despite your harsh words and tone he doesn’t look too disturbed, but he does at least throw his hands up and take a few steps away from you.

You shrug your shoulders to shake off his teasing, before re-aiming.

Your fourth and fifth shots are better, landing on target again, but only in the outer circle. Compared to Jolene’s who's are both second circle.

With only one shot left, winning is basically impossible.

“You can always try for the head shot.” Jolene suggests.

If you get a bullseye head shot, and if she misses the target completely, you’ll win. But with how you’re shooting right now, with a weapon you don’t use often, frazzled and embarrassed, you’re more likely to miss the wooden cut out completely and further humiliate yourself.

But now that she’s said that, if you don’t go for the head shot, you’ll look like a coward, and bonus if you miss the body shot you’ll look even more incompetent than missing a head shot.

What a nice relaxing day off, this has turned out to be.

You aim at the body bullseye, and the bullet lands a good four inches away. At least you didn’t miss entirely.

Jolene goes for the head shot, not quite hitting the bullseye but still landing on the much smaller target.

“Nice shooting, the both of you.” Joel congratulates, but when he looks over at you, you glance down.

Jolene says your name so you look up, carefully avoiding Joel’s eyes.

“You did a good job. Not gonna lie, you had me a little worried in the first half, kid.” She smiles at you.

It takes all your effort to force a smile back.

Tommy calling you kid is one thing, Joel used to as well but has definitely stopped for the most part except for when there’s other people around, and you can always tell it’s his way of calling you sweetheart with other’s present.

Jolene calling you kid only makes everything worse because it points out just how much younger you are than her, and just how much better matched she would be with Joel. Her calling you that has light a fire on your inside, you can feel your body heat up with actual anger.

Anger at Jolene, at Tommy, at Joel for some reason. But mostly its anger at yourself.

“Good game.” You manage to grit out, “Well I’ll get out your guy’s hair, see you around.”

You spin around and walk away too fast for anyone to prolong anything. You hand in the revolver to the worker and keep your head down so you can’t see Joel in your peripheral. Then you make your escape back home.

Never in a million years will you ever confess to anyone that you cried when finally closed your bedroom door.

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After what happened yesterday, being at this dinner party is the last place you wanna be.

You’re trying not to be too sullen, to mingle like normal. Laugh at the appropriate times, ask the appropriate questions. When all you want to do is be curled up in your bed, sulking.

Not like you didn’t do enough of that yesterday.

So you’ve taken to sitting curled on the sofa in the corner of the living room, drinking wine, by yourself. You’re definitely not hyperaware of Joel and Jolene having a conversation in the kitchen.

Joel and Jolene. God, even their names are perfect for each other. Joel and Jolene, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Apparently your brain has been reduced to childhood theatrics. You take a huge swig from your wine and see over the rim of your glass the shape of Maria approaching.

“Was wondering where you’d gone.” She says, as she takes a seat next to you. Her voice low despite the din of the many others (Tommy did invite a fuck ton of people) in the neighboring rooms.

“I’m sulking.” You half-jest, the wine loosening your tongue.

“I can see that.” She motions for the glass and you hand it to her, watching her take a big gulp.

“Dinner parties aren’t my favorite, honestly.” She admits, taking a last sip before handing the glass back, now significantly lighter.

After a pause, where the both of you listen to the jumble mess of multiple conversations tumbling together, she speaks.   “Tommy told me about yesterday.” She starts.

“Oh, when he pressured me into completely humiliating myself?” You jeer.

Maria heaves a sigh, “Yeah. He came home raving about how impressed he was with you. He knows you don’t have a lot of practice with hand guns.”

You’ll never admit it, but hearing that Tommy was praising you to others, does actually make you feel good, but you’re still mad at him.

“Yeah, but Jolene doesn’t know that. Great way to introduce myself: hi, nice to meet you wanna, watch me make a fool of myself?”

“Yes, I know, hunny. I talked to him, told him not to put you on the spot like that again. I think he forgets how far you’ve come over the last few years since coming here.” She says, giving your knee a squeeze.

It’s true. You had been so skittish when you first came here. You didn’t speak to people, only giving one word answers if necessary. You would take your food and eat in the little garage hut like the one in the backyard here where Ellie sleeps. You would hide most days in your hut, or finding corners of town that were often abandoned so you could sit in the sun there and no would could sneak up on you.

After about four months of never seeing you, Tommy knocked on your door one day and told you someone needed this hut and so you were moving somewhere nicer.

“It’s bigger, I promise. More space.” He’d said, and you packed your entire hut into a duffle bag in five minutes and easily slung it over your shoulder and followed him to a very different part of town.

The part of town he brought you too was a key area you had learned to avoid, it seemed families particularly with small kids lived here, so it’s easy for the kids to play together.

Tommy brought you around the back of one pretty big house and down some steps to the door of the basement suite.

It was much bigger, with a nice sized kitchen, and a bedroom with a queen sized bed, a bathroom with a bath and shower, a dinning room and even a separate living area. Furnished and cozy.

You’d hated it.

At first at least. The family that lived above you had three young kids, which meant noise. And unless you wanted to hop the back fence to get home, you usually had to pass by someone, and be forced to at least answer a few casual questions.

The sounds of running around, dropping things, parents scolding, kids crying drove you crazy, and the small interaction everyday on the way to your basement caused you anxiety.

But eventually, you got used to it, and the sounds of kids screaming in glee or giggling at their older brother’s antics made you smile every time.

At some point, the kids were playing in the street outside when you were coming home, planning on hiding in your room and eating in silence.

But they were having trouble remembering how to draw a hopscotch board on the ground and had begged you with pretty please with a cherry on top, to teach them.

Soon the parents, Sheryl and Darrel, started inviting you to dinner, and looking back on it, moving in there was one of the best things that’s happened to you. It helped thaw the glaciers you’d built around yourself to keep yourself safe all those years. It helped to learn how to be a person again, and not an animal out in the wilderness.

“Tommy does a lot of meddling, but, his meddling usually helps people. He’s helped me in ways, I’ll never be able to repay.” You admit.

Maria nods, palm open to receive your wine glass again.

“He does love sticking his nose into everyone’s business that’s for sure.” She says, taking another long gulp, finishing off your glass. “Oops.”

“C’mon, I’ll go get you another one.” She says rising off the couch, you begrudgingly following suit.

“Oh, and he wants to talk with you.”

You nod your ascent and follow her into the kitchen.

Maria leads you into the dinning room where Tommy is sitting at the table next to Chris, the new Jacksonite. Once she’s successful delivered you, Maria silently takes her leave with a last touch on the arm.

Tommy stops what he was saying to turn to you.

“Hey, there you are. How’s it going?”

“It’s fine, Tommy. How are you?” You reply politely.

“Good, talking with Chris here. We was talking ‘bout your and I’s patrols along the ridge line, how beautiful it is in fall especially.”

“Sounds pretty.” Chris agrees.

“Well if you’re still here in a few months you’ll see it for yourself.” You say, looking at him and taking a seat at the table next to them.

“Oh maybe not, I’m a lousy long distance shoot.” Chris chuckles good naturedly, “I’m more of a close range man.”

You shrug, everyone’s got their own talents. You go to take a sip of your wine before remembering Maria drank it all.

“Well we’ve got a fantastic shooting coach sitting right here.” Tommy says, giving your shoulder a firm shake.

Oh, very smooth Tommy.

“Oh I’m not really, I lost a shooting competition yesterday.” You laugh it off.

“Well maybe you can show Chris the tricks of shooting long distance and he can help you practice close range?” Tommy oh so innocently suggests.

Chris looks at you, “That sounds nice. I’d love to see the ridge line.”

You look from Chris to Tommy and see his complete neutral expression you know is hiding a self-sastified interior.

After a pause, you respond, “Can’t see why I can say no to that.”

“Great.” Tommy claps his hands together, standing from his chair, “I gotta go find Maria, see you kids around.” Then he takes his leave quickly.

You and Chris watch him leave before turning to each other and sharing an awkward laugh.

“So, how long have you been in Jackson?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, could you just give me one minute? I’ll be right back.” You apologize, standing up and taking after Tommy, leaving Chris to watch you leave him as well.

You catch up to Tommy quickly, finding him pursuing the food in the kitchen. You grab him by the sleeve of his jean jacket and start dragging him away towards the back of the house.

He’s smart enough to follow wordlessly, letting you drag him out the back sliding door. You slam it shut behind you, instantly muffling the sound of the others and the music playing from the speaker softly.

“What the hell was that.” You demand.

Tommy takes a moment to respond, shifting his weight onto one leg.

“You know you could afford to be friendly with more people, make some friends, maybe even go on a date?” He starts, “You’ve never shown any interest in anyone in all the time you’ve been here. You’re just as bad as Joel. You can’t keep holed up in your house forever.”

You feel taken aback, and you don’t know what to say.

“I never asked you to be my match maker, I don’t want you to be my match maker.” Is all you say, before you leave, letting the door slam shut behind you.

Tommy is really getting on your nerves this week, you don’t know what’s gotten into him.

You need another glass of wine. When you nearly get back to the kitchen you steps falter and your heart drops.

There on either side of the kitchen island, are Joel and Jolene wrapped up in conversation. You watch Joel crack a smile and nod his head, crossing his arms over his chest. The blue sweater he’s wearing shows off his muscles, and his biceps bulge when he crosses his arms like that. Jolene laughs at something he says and grab his arm, lingering for a moment before retreating with a light tap.

You know Joel, and you know he’s not funny at all until he’s decided to trust you. That takes minimum six months.

Your stomach starts to burn too much to handle, and you turn on your heels and race up the stairs.

The upper floor is mercifully quiet, and you quickly go to hide in the bathroom. Shutting and locking the door, you force yourself to take deep breaths.

Why does your stomach churn like this? Why are your palms sweating and your chest aching?

You look at yourself in the mirror. You made sure to make yourself look cute as hell today. You’re wearing that black and white polka dot dress that shows off your curves and ends just shy of too short on your thighs. The one you know Joel loves.

And yet, despite all that effort, you feel worthless. Why do you feel like this?

You’re jealous. Let’s be real, you’re jealous and you want with all your heart to go downstairs and tell Jolene to never touch your man again.

But he’s not your man. You’re not officially dating, not even telling anyone. All you and Joel have discussed is that you wanted to take things slow. For all you know, you could be just fuck buddies.

You notice you’ve started glaring at yourself. You school your expression back into neutral and take a step back so you can smooth out any wrinkles in your dress. You give a quarter turn so you can check your backside. God you really look amazing in this.

An idea pops into your head, and with new confidence in your step, you open the door and head back downstairs.

There, you see Joel and Jolene still talking by the kitchen island.

You weave through the crowd to get to the kitchen, ignoring the both of them as you pour yourself another glass of wine. You take a sip of it before turning and crossing so you’re on the same side of Joel.

“Sorry.” You duck into their conversation, reaching with one hand across Joel pretending to reach for some food. As your hand passes the edge of the counter right in front of Joel, you knock into it and drop the glass, purposefully tipping it so it pours all down Joel’s lap before shattering at his feet.

“Shit.” You curse and immediately drop down, starting to pick up the big pieces of glass. Luckily it didn’t break into tons of pieces, mostly big chunks.

With your free hand, you grab Joel’s ankle so he looks down at you and you make deliberate eye contact. You see his questioning gaze, and give him a quick squeeze before dropping his leg to keep cleaning.

Joel helps you out and soon all the glass is thrown out.

“Shit, Joel, your pants.” You point out. Indeed there are muted red stains on the black denim.

“Here, let’s go upstairs so you can change and I’ll wash them out. I am so sorry.” You say, taking him by the arm and leading him away from the kitchen.

“Jolene do you mind finishing cleaning so no one slips, while I wash them?” You ask, giving a pleading tone to your voice.

Jolene looks a little dazed but nods anyways, “Oh course, no problem.” She gets up to go clean your mess while you lead Joel upstairs. No way bats an eye at you, your alibi worked perfectly.

You see Joel look at you, but you pretend not to notice.

Upstairs you push him into the bathroom and with a last glance to make sure no one is around, you close the door behind you and lock it.

Joel tilts his head at you, whispering your name in a half hearted scold.

You smile innocently at him, taking confident strides to close the gap. Toe-toe, you start undoing his belt, pulling the leather through the loops.

You feel his hand lift to land on your waist, thumb drawing gentle circles on your hipbone.

“Right now?” his voice sounds a little deeper, arousal quickly thickening it.

You nod your head deliberately, wide eyes blinking innocently.

“I need you.” you confess, feeling your heart rate quicken, and arousal pool in your center.

Joel rumbles in his chest before he replies, “What do you need from me?”

You take a brief moment to think of what you actually want, a clear thought popping into mind.

“I want you to fuck my face.” You confess. You see the reaction you wanted, his chest rising a little heavier, eyes a little darker, nose flared a little wider.

You begin to sink down onto your knees, keeping eye contact as you go down.

“Do you want to fuck my face, Joel?” you ask, looking up at him.

“If that’s what you want, darling.” He croaks out, hand going to the back of your head encouragingly, fingers rubbing in a circular motion, almost in a petting fashion

You continue by unzipping his fly, opening his jeans just enough. You press your palm against the mass of him, and gently massage through his underwear, hearing Joel’s sharp inhale.

You rub until you feel him start to harden, which doesn’t take too long. With one hand you pull down the elastic band and with the other you reach inside to pull him out. His skin is warm, and he fills your palm. He’s thick despite not being fully erect.

You shuffle a little closer on your knees, and lean in, purposely looking up at him, making sure he’s watching. You drag your tongue from base to tip, flicking at the tip, before repeating.

“Holy fuck.” He breathes, chest rising more rapidly, watching your pink tongue drag along his cock.

You use a hand to start stroking him, starting gentle and slow, using the flat of your tongue on his upper half to get him fully hard.

Joel’s fingers tighten in your hair, the other coming the join the first. You get the message and drop your hand, lips closing around his tip, his taste flooding your tastebuds.

Joel starts gentle. Using his hands to guide you up and down his length. He goes a little further each time, until eventually despite you opening your throat as much as possible, he gags you a tiny bit.  

Back and forth to that same spot until you don’t gag. And the next time he pulls you down, he goes a little deeper until you gag again. He repeats the process, getting you used to taking him deeper and deeper. All the while, giving you praises here and there. Groaned out “Fuck” and whispered “That’s it.”

He’s going faster and faster, and he starts bucking his hips in time while fucking you down onto his cock. When you make the occasional gag, you dig your hands into his thighs to keep him from stopping.

He pulls you off of him and you gasp for air, wiping the spit from your chin. You catch your breath quickly, before running the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock, watching him groan and throw his head back.

Your lips seal back over his tip and Joel picks up his pace again. You do your best to swirl your tongue and keep from gagging, but your mind has blissfully checked out, and all you’re aware of is Joel standing above you, the weight and taste of his cock in your mouth and the aching pulse from your core.

You can tell he’s getting close, and you rip yourself off him, hands coming up to rapidly stroke him to keep him close to the edge.

“I want you to come on my face, Joel.” You plead, wrist twisting up and down his cock.

“Fuck, you sure?” He breathes, red tinting the top of his cheeks.

You respond by stroking him exactly the way you know he needs to push him over the edge. You shut your eyes just in time when you hear his telling groan.

He comes in thick ropes, hitting your cheek, your lips, your forehead, your hands never slowing throughout. You can tell Joel’s trying to be quiet, muffling his sounds of pleasure as best as he can.

“Fuck, if that ain’t a sight.” He breathes and you blink your eyes open, hand coming to a stop. You look up at him and smile wide for him.

Gently, you release him, and he tucks himself away before helping you to your feet. He turns the tap on, and wets a washcloth.

“You’re a mess.” He murmurs as he begins dutifully cleaning you up. You just stand there, basking in his attention.

Once you’re all clean, he grabs a hold of your face and peppers kisses over you, saving your lips for last.

When you part, you take a step back, “Ok mister, go get new pants and go down first, I’ll wash yours out.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He replies, giving you one last kiss before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You wash the wine out of the pants and then throw both them and the washcloth into the laundry. Which amazed you to no end when you first arrived that Jackson had enough electricity and water for people to use washing machines.

Your good mood lasts all the way until you get back downstairs, and are greeted with the sight of Jolene talking with Tommy and a few other people. All of a sudden all of your previous anxieties and worries came crashing back.

Your first instinct is to want to go find Joel, but you knew you can’t. You don’t want to arouse any more suspicion than you already have tonight. What you really need is to leave this party.

And so while no one is looking, you sneak out the back door, and escape through the backyard.

The late hour means you have the streets to yourself as you walk home, your thoughts in a weird turmoil of pleasure and self doubt.

When you approach your house, you see Sheryl sitting on the back porch, smoking. It’s not the first time you’ve caught her smoking, a habit you agreed to keep quiet about in front of Daryl.

“Hey.” You greet, sitting down besides her.

“How was your party?” She asks, exhaling a breath of smoke.

You shrug, tucking your hands underneath your thighs, “Was alright I suppose.”

She just gives you a look.

“What?”

“I know that tone. You’re upset about something and pretending nothing is wrong.”

“Jeez, what are you my mom?” You joke in an attempt to hide your awkwardness.

“No, but I am a mom of three, and a wife, and a human with ears.” She responds, putting out her smoke.

You dig the heel of your boot back and forth in the dirt. “There’s someone I like. Someone I think I might really like. But at the party someone else was talking with them, and it made me sad and mad at the same time. Then I felt stupid about feeling that way.” You confess.

Sheryl takes a moment to process your words, before she says, “Is it Joel Miller?”

You feel your heart drop and real fear floods your bones. “Uh, what-“ You start to stammer before she cuts you off, “I seen him come round here pretty often lately. Usually at night.”

“Fuck. Please, Sheryl. Don’t tell anyone, please-“ You start but she again cuts you off with a wave of her hand. “Honey, I ain’t gonna tell anyone. Ain’t my business to tell.”

You do feel a little relief at her words, you trust Sheryl, she keeps her promises.

She waits patiently for you to recollect yourself. “Do you think it’s wrong?” You finally ask.

Sheryl looks at you with a questioning gaze, so you supply “Because he’s older.”

She just snorts. “Honey, my husband is 12 years older than me. Honestly I don’t give a fuck.”

Her words make you crack a smile and she’ll never know how much they fill you with relief.

“So, who was at this party?” She prods further.

You heave a sigh just thinking about her, “One of the new members that came in a few weeks ago.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen one of them sniffing around him, in town recently.” She agrees.

“I’m just so worried he’ll realize how much better she is for him, than me. I just stand there and realize there’s nothing I can do, because he’s not really mine, and I’m not really his.”

“Why have you decided for him that she’s better for him, than you? Only he can make that decision.”

You can’t think of a good argument to that. 

“And about not knowing,” she continues, “it sounds like you’ve decided you’re his, now you just need to figure out if he’s decided he’s yours.”

A couple of heartbeats pass in silence as you think on her wisdom, before the two of you look up at the sound of footsteps around the corner of the house. There, who steps into view, is Joel.

“That’s a good sign.” Sheryl says quietly to you.

Joel nods his head at her, “Sheryl.”

She nods hers back, turning to you with a pointed look before rising to her feet, “Excuse me.” And she takes her leave, going around to the front to sneak back in the house.

“I wanted to see how you were doing.” Joel says, once the two of you are alone.

You nod your chin to indicate to follow and lead him to the stairs that lead to your basement suite. You two kick off your shoes before going down the stairs.

You sit down on a couch in the living area and he sits down next to you.

“I know you been unhappy the last few days.” He says. “And I think I know why.”

Again, shame floods you at your feelings you didn’t choose to feel. How you wish you were mature enough to not feel such silly attachment.

“I’m sorry Joel, I tried so hard not to show it, I know its stupid.”

Joel shushes you gently, before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

You heart bursts and you kiss him back. His hands brush your hair away from your face as he deepens the kiss, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip and you respond eagerly. One of your hands reaches up to cradle his head while the other rests on the center of his chest.

Eventually he breaks away so you can catch you breath, and he presses firm kisses up your face from your nose, between your eyebrows and on your forehead, pulling a giggle from you.

“Ain’t stupid.” He says, “In fact, it might be horrible to say, but I was a little flattered that you were jealous. Because I am yours.” He says while holding your hand on his chest and giving it a squeeze before his other hand rests on the crook of your shoulders. “And you are mine.” He says, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You kiss him again in a rush, before breaking away soon after.

“Then if I’m really yours, I want you to take what’s yours.” You breathe out, waiting to see his reaction.

To say his reaction pleases you, would be an understatement, as he pulls you on top of him, holding your torso tight to his as he stands up. You legs wrap around his hips instantly as he carries you to your bedroom, your small laughs filling the room.

Once in your bedroom he carefully lets you down next to your bed, before shutting the door. Once he’s returned to you, you rush back into his arms to kiss him again. Your kisses turn furious quickly, the frustration and angst you’d been feeling turning into sexual frustration.

You nip at his lips between kisses, and you can feel him responding to your energy. You break apart with heaving chests.

“Joel, I need you to fuck the shit out of me.” You confess, breaths heavy.

Joel pauses at your words, crooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head up.

“You sure?”

You nod your head furiously.

“You want me to be rough with you?” He asks, his other hand pressing circles into your hip.

“Yes, Joel.” You’re closed to pleading, looking up at him with the biggest, tempting eyes you can manage.

You hear his rumble of approval at your enthusiasm.

“You know the deal. You let me know if you want to stop.” He says.

Again you nod because you don’t trust your voice not to squeak.

“Then be a good girl and take your clothes off.” He says, gently pushing you back a step so you have space.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look at you this intensely as you measuredly begin peeling one layer of clothes off at a time. You watch the entire time as Joel’s eyes darken as they trace over every inch of newly exposed skin you bare for him.

Heart thundering in your chest, you finally stand in front of him completely bare. The air on your skin along with him standing in front of you giving you goose bumps, your nipples tight as your chest heaves up and down with your laboured breaths. He hasn’t even touched you and you’re out of breath.

Finally Joel takes a step forward, one big hand resting flat along your collarbone while the other finally cups one of your aching breasts. His touch is warm, and oh so welcome when he starts massaging the fat of your breast while circling your nipple with his thumb as his other hand trails along your body, alighting your skin in its wake.

His one hand cups the front of your throat gently, it’s so big it easily engulfs it, fingertips almost meeting on the other side. You almost melt at the touch, thrusting your chin up to give him access.

You let him love on you for a while, stroking and rubbing along your upper body, leaning in to give you a quick kiss every once in a while. Until you can’t stand it any longer and your hands come up to his broad shoulders to shrug his jacket off, and he helps you get it to the floor and kicked besides your pile of clothes.

One wandering hand of his is back on your sternum and trails lower and lower, petting the soft flesh of your belly, before finally dipping lower. He cups you firmly, and growls when he discovers how wet you already are.

“Fuck girl, you’re always so wet for me.”

“Always for you, Joel.” You promise, shuddering out a breath when he parts your lips to start playing with your pussy with long fingers.

Standing with your feet fairly narrow means even one of his fingers burns a little when he pushes past your entrance, despite how wet you are. The burn is welcome, exactly what you need tonight. You need to be set on fire.

Joel slips his finger out, and you look at him with a look of disappointment. It doesn’t last long because Joel’s grabbing you and heaving you into the air to throw you like a rag doll onto the mattress. You bounce a few times, reorienting yourself to watch him strip the rest of his clothes.

Your eyes travel with glee down his chest, down to wait for him to get rid of his jeans. When he does, you see he’s thick and hard for you, and you feel your cunt clench at the sight of him.

“Glad I didn’t wear you out earlier, old man.” You tease, waiting for his reaction. His cheek twitches but other than that you don’t see anything else because he’s grabbing you by the shoulders to flip you onto your knees and pressing your face into the pillows.

Joel pushes your knees further apart to expose your gleaming cunt to him. Your back dips instinctively, pushing yourself higher to give him easier access.

Joel’s hands rub your ass, spreading you apart to see your tight hole he’s about to fuck into the mattress. One hand drops away, and you feel the tip of his finger push past your entrance again. You mewl into the pillow as he pushes all the way to the knuckle. So desperate for friction, you can’t resist to start rocking your hips.

“You’re needy.” Joel mumbles behind you. You just whimper when he withdraws from you.

You hear him spit, and then finally, what you recognize as the tip of his cock is rubbing along your pussy, dipping to your entrance to spread your slick around.

When he finally slides home, your jaw drops from the relief. He pulls out slowly, keeping only his tip fit snuggly in your cunt before pushing back in, just as slow.

This tempo makes you feel every ridge and vein along his cock as it pushes your walls to their maximum, the bump when he reaches the end of you making you ache in a pleasant way.

“Please, Joel.” You beg into the pillows. He responds instantly, snapping his hips against your ass. You jolt forward with a gasp, barely being able to recover because he’s fucking you for real now.

Over and over, he fucks his cock into your sopping pussy, so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets below you. The wetness adding to the damning sounds echoing around your room along with your whimpers and gasps and Joel’s grunts.

Joel isn’t holding back tonight, his fingers dipping into your hips, he’s slamming his full weight against you because he knows you’re strong enough to take it.

“Spread yourself for me, sweetheart.” He groans. You obey, one cheek flat on the mattress so you can breathe, you reach behind you and spread your ass for him.

Joel’s thrusts slow down again as he watches his thick cock disappear into your cunt, before pulling out, wetter.

“Your pussy lips don’t wanna let go of me.” He says, reaching a hand up to rub your clit while he leisurely fucks your tight slit.

Joel fists your hair and drags your head up, your hands dropping flat onto the mattress underneath you to ease the crank of your neck. He turns your head to the side, pointing you at the full length mirror you have next to your dresser.

You get drunk on the sight of you on your hands and knees, and him behind you, pumping his hips against yours. His chest bare, heaving, glistening with sweat. Your eyes follow the line of chest hair that travels down to his navel, leading to his cock, which you unfortunately can’t see from this angle, but you can certainly feel inside you.

Joel sits you both up, re-situating you, so you’re sitting in his lap, back leaning against his chest. His hands push your knees apart and in the mirror you can see the base of his cock pressed snuggly up against your pussy.

You moan at the sight, and then again when he starts moving you up and down his cock, rolling his hips to rub you in the perfect way. The visual combined with the feeling ,causes a shudder to course through your body.

Suddenly, with both hands on your waist, Joel pulls you completely off him and the unsatisfied feeling of emptiness rushes over you. Joel rests his shinning cock, flat against your belly, and you see in the mirror just how deep he goes.

“Fuck.” You moan out, hand reaching down to stroke him as you find the right angle to grind your clit against his cock. “I can’t believe you fit inside me.”

Joel growls against your neck, letting you have your fun grinding against his cock beforelifting your hips high enough to sink you back down onto him. You watch with rapt as his length disappears inside you, feeling him throb against your tight walls.

He starts fucking up again, one hand reaching down to rub your clit. You watch his fingers work you over and feel the sparks of pleasure reach their peak before you’re falling over the edge, your cunt spasming around his cock.

“Fuck, good girl.” He praises.

Joel flips you back onto your stomach, trembling knees supporting you. He fucks you harder and harder. You’re too exhausted to do anything other than mewl into the pillows while you take it.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.” Joel gasps between grunts and growls.

“Fuck, Joel, cum, please. Anywhere.” You manage to get out, your sentences fragmented.

Soon, Joel is pulling out and cumming all over your ass. From your spread kneed position, you can feel his cum start to slide down your asshole, dripping off your cunt while you wait for him to finish.

He breathes a long breathe, and you hear, “Gimme a sec.” And you feel him climb off the bed.

You’re content to stay like that, with your ass in the air, his cum drying on your skin while you wait.

He comes back and cleans you up thoroughly and finally you collapse to your stomach.

You’re too tired to get up, so you lie there with your eyes closed while Joel walks around, shutting the door and turning the lights off.

You maneuver under the covers when he lifts them for you and he settles in besides you. You immediately huddle against his warmth, resting your cheek against his chest and you feel him press a kiss to the top of your hair.

Your jaw stretches into a huge yawn. All self doubts have been fucked out of your head.

“Was that what you wanted?” Joel mumbles, sleep dragging at his voice.

“It was perfect. Exactly what I needed.”

“Good.” He hums.

There’s silence, but just as you’re about to fall asleep, a thought pops into your head.

“Oh, by the way, I kinda have a date with Chris.”

A/N: I worked really hard on this, so I hope you guys enjoyed it. Any comments welcome. Thanks for reading :)

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