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bangtanflirt · 10 months

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(Un)natural Instincts (Part 2)

angst, fluff, smut

Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.

Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3

General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property, future smut (Minors DNI, 18+ content)

Specific Warnings: torture collars, needles, mention of past dubcon (hybrids under influence of the synthetic hormones cannot properly consent), more inaccurate business talk,

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It’s 7am the next day when your actual assistant shows up at your door, with your precious Americano in hand.

“I heard about the coffee mishap yesterday, so I thought I’d bring you this a little earlier than usual.”

“You are my savior.”

Yoongi laughs as you invite him in. Your assistant is one of the few people you found you could let your guard down around. He’s probably the closest thing you have to a friend.

“Is everything alright with you? You never call off work, and you didn’t reply to the message I sent.”

“Sorry, there was a lot going on. Everything’s fine now, just had a little scare with my mom’s blood pressure. She’s good though!”

“Oh thank god. Are you sure you don’t need more days off to take care of her?”

“My brother is keeping an eye on her, but I very much appreciate the sentiment.”

“Of course. Don’t hesitate to step out when you need. Or if you need help with her medical bills, I’m always here.”

“Woah woah, calm down there before I start spreading a rumor that you’re actually a nice person Y/N.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, “Don’t you dare.”

But the joking atmosphere only lasts for two seconds before your mood turns solemn.

“I’m actually so far from a nice person you wouldn’t believe it.”

And so it goes, you explaining the entire fiasco of last night. You know you deserve the judgy look he tries to hide when you get to how easily you caved in. But there’s also sympathy in his eyes, because he’s one of the few people in the world who would even try to understand where you’re coming from.

“That’s not all…they also…um…gave me one.”

He looks puzzled.

“They gave you a collar? But you don’t even have a hybrid.”

You take a deep breath before uttering the next sentence.

“They gave me a hybrid.”

“WHAT?!”

“Shhh! Keep your voice low, he’s sleeping in one of the guest rooms right now!”

He switches to a whisper yell instantaneously.

“You took a hybrid home with you? Are you insane?!”

“Maybe I am. I don’t know, I wasn’t exactly acting with a plan. I just couldn’t send him back to get tortured. You should see him Yoongi, he looks like he’s been through hell and back.”

The man’s eyes softened.

“I don’t know how you’re going to get yourself out of this mess, but I guess I’m getting dragged into it with you, aren’t I?”

“You can always quit, you know. I’d give you a cushy desk job somewhere in the company.”

“Eh I’ll wait. I’m still not fed up with you yet, even if I think you’re actually insane for this. So is the hybrid going to just lounge around here while you’re at work? Shouldn’t there be some supervision?”

You nod.

“Yeah, I notified the housekeepers already, told them I’d pay extra if they take care of him for me. His name’s Jungkook by the way. 60% human and 40% gray wolf.”

“40% is a lot.”

He’s right. The very few pet wolf hybrids in the market right now are 25% wolf, as that’s the max percentage before they get too dangerous to handle.

“Yeah, but I’m more of a threat to him than he is to me at this point.”

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The workday is long, and you’re mentally not even there. Every five minutes, you’re thinking about Jungkook and how he’s doing. Thankfully, the housekeepers keep sending you updates to assure you he’s doing fine.

You scroll through with relief, reading what he’s up to throughout the day. Apparently, he was terrified of the shower, but had no problem drawing himself a bath. Another text let you know he loves the omelet the chef prepared for lunch. And the rest of the texts are just notifying you that he’s resting in his room at various points in the day. So far so good, thankfully.

With your mind at some ease, you can actually focus on work.

You get your hands on everything Pet Paradise can give on the Obedience Collar before officially signing a contract. There’s information that’s classified, mainly the patent for the synthetic hormones, but the books and research procedures are documented in the files in front of you. And unfortunately, they look spotless. The money is all there in a clear trail, no gaps or unusual patterns, and the research procedure follows all protocol needed. You want to just hide under your desk and avoid this entire situation.

You’re scheduled to tour the research facility tomorrow, and the last thing you want to do is see five more hybrids as scared as Jungkook—especially knowing you can’t scoop these ones up and take them home. But you’re holding out hope. There’s still a chance that something’s wrong at the facilities, something not shown on paper. At this point you’d settle for the smallest thing and find a way to blow it up so the whole operation has to be shut down. You’ve got some of the best lawyers in the country, so you might as well use them. You just need something to be wrong.

It's around 6:45pm when you arrive home, and one of the housekeepers greets you with a warm smile, immediately jumping into how well-behaved Jungkook is. It makes you wince to hear him described like that, especially knowing the amount of needles piercing his skin just to achieve the “well-behaved” status.

The staff all leave as you arrive, knowing you like them to be done by the time you're back. The chef has already left hours earlier, as he usually prepares dinner in advance and keeps it in the fridge.

Jungkook’s door is slightly ajar, and you peek in to see the boy melted into the bed. It’s weird; he looks a lot more tired than yesterday, eyes barely keeping themselves open. It’s probably the hormones, you conclude somberly.

“Jungkook, it’s time for dinner. Come on out.”

The boy takes the last bit of energy he has to trudge to the dinner table, and you put a heated up bowl of kimchi-jjigae down. You sit across and join, noticing that the stew is extra flavorful today.

“Mhmm, Chef Gyu really outdid himself with this one. And I bet the omelet was just as delicious. I was told you loved it, is that true?”

You look over expecting an answer, but what you see instead is Jungkook almost falling asleep right into the bowl before catching himself at the last minute.

Maybe the side effect of the hormones make him too sleepy to do anything?

Your thoughts are interrupted by your ringtone. It’s Chef Gyu.

“Hello Chef, I was just singing your praises for this food.”

There’s a nervous chuckle at the other end of the line.

“Thank you Y/N, glad you and your new friend liked it.”

“Is something wrong? You usually don't call this late.”

“Um, yes, actually. The reason I called is because of your hybrid.”

“What do you mean? I was told he stayed in his room for most of the day. Did he cause you any trouble?”

You look over, but Jungkook is too exhausted to register that you’re talking about him.

“No, none at all. He was extremely polite. The problem was the housekeeping staff…they didn’t do any of the work today.”

You feel a pit in your stomach, putting the pieces together.

“Did they…did they make Jungkook clean the house?”

“Yes Miss. They were watching TV for practically the whole time. I should’ve told you earlier, but I told myself it wasn’t my place. I’m deeply sorry.”

“Thank you for telling me now. I appreciate it a lot. I have to go.”

You hang up abruptly, seething the minute the phone is cut.

There’s a million different ways your mind is conjuring up of how to ruin the housekeeping agency, make them cry bankruptcy as you blacklist them from working anywhere ever again. The rage inside you is glowing red, and the only thing getting you to calm down at all is your objective of getting Jungkook back into bed before he actually does fall asleep into his dinner. You support his weight gently, grateful that he’s awake enough to zombie-walk wherever you lead him. It’s only when he’s tucked under the blankets do you let the anger stir up again.

They made him clean the entire house by himself. A house that usually takes eight people to clean, they made him do all alone so they could kick back and relax with your flatscreen TV. It astonishes you how cruel people can be, how they can look into his scared doe eyes and take advantage of him.

The world is not on Jungkook’s side right now, it seems.

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Yesterday’s incident is fresh in your mind the next morning. Thankfully, Yoongi found a new housekeeping service at the last minute. You’re still worried that the same thing might happen again, but you can’t afford to miss work today; so, you do the best that you can and ask Chef Gyu to keep an eye on the situation while he’s cooking.

Today’s the day you need to tour the lab facilities for the Obedience Collar—a task you’d trade in to do quite literally anything else. Yoongi looks at you with concern, seeing the strain this visit is putting on you.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Isn’t the plan to go in and find something to shut the whole thing down?”

“But if I can’t shut it down? What if there’s nothing wrong there either, and I have to look into the faces of five other abused hybrids and know I’m ruining their lives? What if I just call the whole thing off? Yes Mr.Kang is going to be insufferable and yes it’s going to cause a blow to my reputation, but it can’t be worth it to go through with this. It’s just not right.”

The room is silent for a second before Yoongi speaks up.

“It’s a little more complicated than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was trying to find a good time to tell you since yesterday, but you’ve been so stressed that I didn’t know how…”

“Spit it out Yoongi.”

“Kang got on the board of directors at Jewel Accounting.”

Your blood runs cold. Jewel Accounting is one of your key partners.

“W-what do you mean? Isn’t that a conflict of interest? How can he be on the board that has to audit his own company?”

“He’s overseeing consulting, not audits. Pet Paradise wouldn’t be his client, but I’m afraid pulling out of this deal on a whim is going to make business a lot harder for us. The only way out is finding a good legal argument against investing.”

You want to shove your head into a bucket of cement.

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The lab is cold and sterile, with glaring fluorescent lights, medical lab equipment spread everywhere, and white-tiles lining floor to ceiling. The researchers guiding you, however, seem to be in a chipper mood, smiling as if they don’t torture hybrids on a daily basis here. First, your team is taken around to look at the facility in general. Jungkook’s adverse reaction to showers makes sense when you see the one tiny sad looking shower stall they use—a lab assistant boasts about the stall being “efficient” by fitting at least three of them in at once.

Yoongi lightly touches your shoulder at different points throughout the tour, as if to ground you. There’s no beds, just a chamber with cots on the floor, and the food packets of sludgy brown gruel are easily the least appetizing thing you’ve ever seen.

“And now we have the part you are all, no doubt, most excited for: the research subjects!”

You hold your breath, dreading what comes next.

One by one, each wolf hybrid is brought out and lined up in front of you, all with the same fear engraved in them as Jungkook. They might be the hybrids, but you’re the one with urge to claw someone’s eyes out at the moment.

“We’ve trained different ones for different purposes, just to test how well the collar can make them behave in different situations. Jungkook was given away before any specific training, but the rest are skilled in different domains. First up we have Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung.”

Three of the hybrids step forward. One is a broad-shouldered blonde, with two smaller-framed brunettes next to him.

“These three have been trained for housework and taking care of children. Now, we know the image of a wolf-hybrid putting a baby to sleep sounds ridiculous, but this technology really is that advanced.”

Someone in the back makes some joke about a wolf singing rock-a-bye baby and everyone laughs. You and Yoongi fake a laugh to keep up appearances.

“The next one is Hoseok”

He’s lean with slicked-back black hair, and you notice he’s the only one dressed up, with a low v-neck shirt that leaves plenty of his chest exposed. More than he’s comfortable with, it seems, because you notice his hands itching to cover himself up. He doesn’t though, just fidgets with the sides of the shirt instead.

“He’s a romantic companion. Trained to give pleasure to any gender and for any intimate situation. He can fulfill every fantasy your minds can conjure up!”

There’s some snickers erupting again, but neither you or your assistant can attempt to fake laugh this time. Especially not when he makes eye contact, giving you a trained flirty smile that doesn’t reach his eyes one bit.

“And the last one is Namjoon, the pack alpha.”

Namjoon steps up, the tallest of them all. He stands the straightest as well. His hair is black and his eyes are more dragon-like than wolf, looking straight ahead with a stoic expression. The only indication of his scared nature is his trembling fingers and pleading eyes, but that aside, he looks as still as a statue.

“He’s a guard hybrid, perfect to keep intruders away. He’s been trained in a mix of defensive martial arts. Plus, he’s an alpha so you’d have to be insane to try to fight him off. Fun fact, hormone packs for alphas are different—they have a higher dosage. It took some experimentation, but we finally got the levels right.

And with that, you’ve seen the whole pack! Normally, training a wolf hybrid to do any of these would take at least two years, and that’s only for the ones 25% max wolf DNA. God knows training a 40% wolf would be nearly impossible. But with the help of the Obedience Collar, not only can we train higher percentages of wolves, but we can train them in as little as three months! As Mr.Kang probably told you a thousand times already, this will really revolutionize the hybrid market!”

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You toss your laptop bag onto the sofa right as you come in through the door, kicking your heels off and slouching into your favorite recliner. You can’t be bothered to put things up in a tidy manner at the moment, especially with how shitty you feel.

There wasn’t a single flaw you could find at the lab today. All the equipment had passed inspection checks and were state-of-the art, the researchers had proper credentials and specialized licenses in hybrid research, and every procedure conducted was documented thoroughly—you made it a point to skip over the entire section for Hoseok, wanting to stay far away from the details of what he was made to do.

You let out a frustrated groan. Forgetting you’re no longer alone in your house, hearing footsteps shuffle spooks you for a second, before you see the wolf hybrid timidly come into the living room. Thankfully, he looks well-rested today. Chef Gyu did text you a while back that the new cleaners were doing well, and Jungkook was actually resting in his room for real this time. He does a quick bow before walking over and propping your heels up correctly. His next mission seems to be to put your carelessly tossed laptop bag in its proper place.

“You don’t need to do that for me Jungkook. I can do it myself.”

“Sorry Miss.”

You hate how meek he sounds, and that he’s the one apologizing in this situation. You should be getting on your knees spilling apologies right now, for going to that lab to see his pack be flaunted off like toys. But instead, he’s looking at you as if he’s the guilty one.

“You didn’t do anything to apologize for. Thank you for tidying up, I appreciate it.” You give me a reassuring smile, but he seems more confused than anything else. He doesn’t know if that means to do it more in the future or not do it all…he wishes you could just give simple commands instead of these tests.

You sit down for dinner, but don’t know how much of an appetite you have after today.

“Do you like the fried rice?”

“Yes Miss” he says between big spoonful, and the way he talks with his cheeks full makes you melt a little.

“Call me Y/N, please.”

“Yes Miss Y/N.”

“Just Y/N is fine”

He raises a brow,

“Pets should address their owners politely, Miss Y/N.”

That sentence makes your skin crawl. The way he so casually refers to himself as a pet, and to you as an owner.

“It’s okay Jungkook, I like being called Y/N.”

“…if you say so, Y/N.”

The name alone feels so wrong on his tongue, making him worry that someone in a lab coat is about to come drag him away for extra obedience training.

“Thank you. So, what have you been doing all day?”

“I tried to help out with the housework, but the people today told me that wasn’t my job…which was really confusing because the people yesterday told me that it was my job.”

“It’s not your job.”

“What is my job Mis—I mean, Y/N? I know I don't have specialized training, but I'm a quick learner! If you could give me a list on how to be good here, I’ll do my best and follow it.”

You want to tell him he doesn’t have to worry about things like that anymore, but you’re concerned that a conversation like that will malfunction his brain. How could it not, when the hormones flowing through his body plus the brainwashing tell him that’s all he should be thinking about.

“There is one thing you could do for me”

His wolf ears perk up, eager for a command.

“It’s really hard to keep up with the latest shows with my job, but I feel left out when everyone in the office has seen something I haven’t. If I give you a list, you think you could watch them for me and give me the summaries?”

“Yes absolutely! I’ll take detailed notes and tell you everything!”

There’s genuine excitement in his eyes. Jungkook’s never had the opportunity to watch TV before, and he can’t believe his luck. He doesn’t show his joy too much though, fearing that you’ll think he’s using the assignment as an excuse to slack off. He wants to be good, wants to show you he’s well-trained.

“Perfect. You’ll be helping me out a lot.”

You have to bite your lip to keep a straight face, endeared by how hard he’s trying to hide his excitement. But the moment is short-lived, as Jungkook’s face turns sour in an instant.

“What are you thinking about?”

“My pack. They’d probably love watching TV too.”

You don’t say anything to that.

Dinner ends with an uncomfortable silence looming in the air, that is until Jungkook spills juice on himself.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.”

“B-but you just got me these clothes. I was being careless. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s really fine, it’s not hard to get it dry-cleaned. I’ll put the dishes up, so go in and change into something else.”

He gives you one last string of “I’m so sorry”s before heading off to his room.

Once you’ve loaded the dishwasher, you make your way upstairs to the boy’s room, seeing if he needs anything before bed. His bedroom door is open, as is the bathroom door. You follow the sounds of scrubbing before being met with his back to you, hunched over the sink, trying to get the stain out of the white t-shirt. He’s topless and you know it’s wrong to ogle at his incredibly fit physique right now, but something catches your attention right before you’re about to avert your eyes.

Blue splotches pepper his waist, almost bruise-like but not quite.

“Um, Jungkook”

The boy turns,

“What are those blue marks?”

He twists his body in front of the mirror, looking at the marks with the same amount of confusion as you.

“I have no clue.”

Was it an allergic reaction? Have your “eat up” commands been making him eat food he’s allergic to?

“Do you have any allergies?”

“I’m not sure…no one’s ever told me…but I feel fine.”

“Nothing hurts? No nausea, hives, itchy nose?”

He shakes his head.

“I’ll come home early tomorrow and schedule a visit with a hybrid doctor in the evening.”

The color in his face visibly drains.

“I’m a-alright. Really.”

No doctor please. Last thing I need is another person in a white coat messing with my body again.

Your tone softens, “Relax, the most it’ll be is an allergy test. No one’s going to hurt you.”

Jungkook’s back to shaking as much as he did on his first day.

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It takes a mob Part 1

PART 2

Bill didn’t sign up for this.

He glanced around at his fellow gang members as the kid let out another shrill cry.

The kid was couldn’t’ve been two. He was small, in a can and from it’s shivering Bill could guess very cold.

“Aw hell..”

Lifting up the tyke, Bill grimaced as he pealed off the what he could only assume was some sort of blanket and blindly handed behind himself.

“What the fuck is on that shit?”

“What the fuck would I know Maven? Do we look like a baby experts? Kind of smells like blood..”

“Blood ain’t green Ken..”

“Did I say it looked like bloo-“

“Will you two quit yapping? The kid doesn’t look too good someone hand me a jacket.”

Bill cut the off as he ran a hand over the kid’s back. After a quick round of rock paper scissors, Marv handed over his hoodie with a pout.

‘The kid is way too small’

Bill grimaced as he tried his best to wrap the kid tightly. He could probably his fingers around the kid’s waist and still be able to drop a penny between them.

“Was there anything else left with ‘im Bill? A name or-?”

“Not unless it’s on a candy wrapper.”

Bill sneered as he kicked the trash can over,

“There’s a lot of types of fucked up in Gotham but to leave a babe outside in January..”

Marv pluck the kid out of Bill’s hands and gently bounced him on his hip. Cooing gently as the boy’s blue eyes started to close before smiling and asking,

“So what’re we goin’ to name him? I vote Danny. He looks like a Danny.”

“Ayy no, we’re not naming him nothing. We are gang members, Hood’s gang but still. What we are going to do is clean and warm him up before we set him down at the Wayne foundation’s-“

Bill paused Marv let out a shriek. The kid had let out a sneeze. Usually wouldn’t’ve been that big of an issue but there was now a very big patch of ice on the building’s side that wasn’t there before.

Shiiiitttt..

The kid’s a meta.

Could a kid his age even become a meta?

How?

“We can’t take him to the foundation Bill.”

Ken muttered,

“The Bat will be notified day one an’ send him packing. Tough enough in the system as is, the second he has that M on his papers his chances of a normal childhood is zero.”

“And what do you think we can do about it? In case you forgot, our boss works with the bats.”

“We can hide him!”

Marv chimed in,

“There’s a couple dozen of us around, I’m sure if we just ask-”

“Are you hearing yourself speak? Hide him from the bats. It won’t work.”

Bill pinched the bridge of his nose as leaned against the alley.

“So that’s it we’re just going let the kid be push around the country? He didn’t came from a happy home Bill! The system will eat him alive and then there will be a freeze jr. in 15 to 20 years! Shhh shhh sorry Dan-Dan sorry, Calm down baby.”

Bill watched as Marv continued to shush the baby. For being gang member Marv has always been a gentle soul, everyone knew his soft spot for kids.

“Fuck…”

Ken chuckled as he ruffled “Danny’s” hair.

“Done being a dick?”

“Yeah, yeah.. yuck it up you two. If this blows up in your faces than I want no part of it.”

“Come on Danny let’s go find you some food. There’s got to be a convenience open somewhere around here!”

Bill sighed as the two exited the alley with the gurgling baby. Hiding him from Red hood was going to be impossible but at this point he knew when to give up a fight.

Taking one last glance Bill let out a weary chuckle and looked to the sky.

“I should’ve never left the goonion..”

#dp x dc #writing prompt #danny phantom #danny fenton #jason todd #dc x dp #goonion bill is now a Hood member #Marv and Ken are my ocs #I hope they came off well bc I came up with them on the fly #Jason feels a shudder take his body as he looked up from his book #his guys are doing something stupid again #writing prompts #it takes a mob

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cuckette · 8 months

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WASTE ME 2

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. past rape/non-con referenced, unhealthy relationship, rape aftermath mentioned, blood mention, trauma, age gap, lots of victim blaming, creampie, pussy spanking

notes. hi :3 same warning as before this is just reader forming a trauma bond with their rapist but a onesided unrequited trauma bond 😭 leon is ooc so sorry ab that! probably vendetta leon but think ab any leon idk completely unedited bc i got lazy so ignore anything wrong I beg you. pov switches lots and leons character changes like 68 times

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You must be sick in the head. Got more than a few screws loose. ‘Cause he just raped you. When you asked for his number, he assumed the worst, you’re gonna take it to the cops for sure. So he thinks of pulling out all the stops. Do you know who I am? I saved the president's kid back in ‘05, D.S.O agent, sweetheart, you’ve got nothing on me. Shitty move. Super villain type shit that is. He’s meant to be quite the opposite. Meant to be keeping civilians safe or whatever. You just looked good, alright? Bent over like a dog, like you were asking for it. Jesus. That sounds fucked. Jail worthy statement. This job has messed with his head.

Then you whip out your phone, give him a shaky smile, look at him like he’s a god or something. His gut churns. You’re not much of a looker; eyes sunken into your skull from a clear lack of sleep, hangnails for days, skin patchy. But he feels bad. The least he can do is take you out to dinner. Pay for your hospital bills in case he tore anything important. Doubt it. Leon’s not got that much going on down there. God, you look young. Real young. Can’t be more than twenty-five. Closer to twenty if he’s completely honest with himself.

“I like your jacket,” you say, scuffing your shoes on the ground. He pretends not to notice the droplet of blood on your otherwise white sneakers.

“Thanks,” Leon tries to stop himself from grimacing as he gives you a once over, “I like your…” There’s nothing. He doesn’t like a single bit of you. I like your ass, that’s why I stuck my dick in you by the way, pussy was pretty good too, had me acting like a total sleaze. He couldn’t say that. Or he could. He’s sure you’d take it well. Might even wag your tail a little. Get on your knees and suck his dick. What a fucked up kid. Glad he had enough sense to pull out.

You wait with bated breath, blinking at him with these big, sad eyes. The rope of silence burns.

“I like your eyes.” It’s a patent lie, but you don’t pick up on it. Instead you get shy and look down at the ground.

Leon passes your phone back, you pluck it out of his palm, careful not to touch him. Practised movements almost. He doesn’t question it. You ask for his name, he answers but doesn’t ask for yours in return.

“I’m sorry,” Leon tells you, it’s not enough, and it never will be. But he’d like to be absolved of this guilt. He already has enough. It sits heavy on his chest most days. Now he has to go and do this. A few drinks in and he starts thinking with his dick.

“No, it’s okay,” you brush him off, smile at him with all your teeth. The bottom set is crooked. “It was my first time, so thank you. I’ve been meaning to lose it.” Who even talks about sex like that? As if it’s paperwork you haven’t gotten around to.

Yeah. You’re gone. Thanking the man who raped you. Did he knock you around too much? Good work, Leon. Just ruined another life.

“I don’t think…” Leon trails off, shakes his head. “Call me.”

“Will you pick up?” You ask quietly, there’s nerves behind it, you must be used to fake numbers.

He wasn’t going to pick up. But he will now. “Yeah, I always pick up.” Good ol’ reliable Leon. Being falsely cordial even with his rape victim.

“Cool,” you smile once more, it reaches your eyes, makes them crinkle. “Well, I’ll see you soon?” Your tone lilts in question.

“Soon.” Leon nods affirmatively. You limp away and he swallows down the bile burning his throat.

To say you like Leon would be an understatement. You’d smash every mirror that doesn’t hold his reflection. Thinking about him is all you do these days. When you’re laying in bed, when you’re laying on the sofa, when you’ve got your hands down your pants. You don’t do much else anyway. So it’s exciting to have someone new to think about, someone to break up the mundanities of your stagnant life. He’s busy a lot. He might be lying, but you choose to believe him. You’re the only one lonely enough to bear his absence.

It takes all of your confidence to call him, the line rings thrice then goes to voicemail. He calls back late one night. You’re up watching some B-movie that’s classed as soft porn. “Hello, hi?” You suck with phone calls. Fucked up so many jobs ‘cause you failed to answer unknown numbers.

Silence, then the audio crackles when he sighs deeply. “Hey.”

“Leon, hi,” you wonder if he can hear the smile in your voice. “What’s up?”

“I missed your call.”

He’s missed a lot of calls, you don’t remind him. “That’s okay, I know you’re busy.”

“Yeah,” Leon says absentmindedly, “what did you want?”

You haven’t thought that far ahead. You just wanted to hear his voice. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Listen,” he starts, you assume the worst. He’s going to get a restraining order against you. “Can we get dinner one night? Get this over with.” It’s only just started and he wants to get rid of you so soon. Better than nothing.

“Yes,” you agree too quickly, “yeah, I’m free whenever.” Whenever means whenever. There’s not a single day you’re booked and busy. Never is.

He says Friday at six. You wait for it all week long. Pace around your room, mull over an acceptable outfit. There’s no such thing as formal wear in your wardrobe, haven’t even done the laundry in weeks. It’s piling up, gathering dust in multiple corners of the house. You shave your legs for the first time in months, get razor burn, clean your brows up to the best of your abilities.

Leon still makes a face when he sees you in the light. Your mug takes some getting used to. He’s dressed in what you saw him when he held you. That same leather jacket, the stiffness makes his shoulders appear bigger than they are.

When you smile, he smiles back crookedly. Shows his teeth to compensate for the fakeness of it. He’s real handsome. The type of handsome that makes you feel sick. That you feel you shouldn’t be in the presence of. Making you so anxious it’s giving you the shits. If you saw him in public, you’d duck behind someone taller, stick to the shadows, just in case he caught your eye and felt nauseous.

“Sorry I’m late,” you try to keep up with his pace as he strides along, the urge to cling onto his arm is there. He’d likely push you off, spit on you, call you gross. Not that you’d mind. Would be quite embarrassing though. So you hold back.

“It’s alright, I only got here a minute ago.” His disgust ebbs away. You think. ‘Cause he manages to glance over at you without keeling over.

“Was it good?” You take his wrist in your hand, dig your blunt nails into his skin.

“What?”

“When you… when it happened, when we had, like, sex, was it good?”

“Jesus, that wasn’t, that wasn’t sex,” Leon tips his head back, brows drawn together. His head is killing him.

You’re at a loss for words. Opening your mouth to speak and coming up with nothing. You’re hurt maybe. When you do talk, it’s pure fluff. Really shows your age. “It wasn’t? So what was it?” When he shrugs, you keep going, “I wanted to know if it was good ‘cause I knew this girl, like, in school, her name was Emma,” you pause to wave at a baby snuggled up in its stroller, “her mom was a hooker, and she said it was, like, genetically loose. Like her y’know, down there.”

“What?” He repeats, equally baffled as he was by you calling rape sex.

“Yeah, and my mom wasn’t a hooker or anything, but I was just wondering’ if it felt good? Like for you or was it loose?” You gaze up at him the way a beaten dog looks at its owner. Like you trust him with all of you. With your beating heart, with all the gristle and the tough parts, with your paper-doll body, like he wouldn’t tear you in half.

What’s he supposed to say now? It felt real good. Best pussy he’s had in years, the guilt just feels a lot worse. He sobered up after the initial rush. Started feeling bad too late. When he’d bloodied you up already. Left you walking funny, knees bent inwards in a crude attempt to hide the raw pain.

“Felt great,” Leon’s a people pleaser.

“Would you do it with me again, Leon?” You ask him shyly, worrying your bottom lip til it bleeds.

“Yeah.” Pussy is pussy. Even if it’s coming from someone ugly. Oh, he’s just being mean now. You’re cute. Well, cute in the way pugs are. People like to take care of things that are ugly, they feel bad for them, and decide to adopt pugs despite all their problems. He’s a sucker for pretty eyes though. And he’s started to like yours. There’s a deer-like quality to them. Maybe it’s that wide-eyed look of sheer terror you give him anytime he shrugs you off. Kind of addictive.

“Wait, really?” God, you’re shaking, shaking out of pure excitement as you loop your arm with his. “I’d like to see your face, but I really don’t mind. We could do it like that again, from behind.”

“Let’s not talk ‘bout that right now, okay, sweetheart?” Leon says it as tenderly as he can manage.

“Yeah, right, sorry, god.” You follow after him quietly.

Leon orders for you ‘cause you ask him too. You sit on your hands to warm them up, you pick at your skin, don’t really have many manners. Clear you don’t come out often. Not like he took you anywhere fancy.

You eat when Leon isn’t looking. When he’s focused on his own plate, when he’s busy chatting up the busty waitress. It’s strange. You’re strange. Like you don’t want anyone to see you doing anything normal. It’s like breathing is embarrassing for you. Then you open up your mouth and tell him some bullshit, and it’s all very confusing.

He doesn’t want to take you home. You’re not like anyone else, not a cutie he’s picked up from the bar, not someone he’s known for more than a while. But he raped you, so he owes you. Now you’ve got some trauma bond with him. Imprinted on Leon like a duckling. Couldn't you just take some government apology money and leave?

There’s not much to talk about, nothing he wants to find out, he has no interest in getting to know you. Leon asks if you have a job, you shake your head, tell him your parents love you enough to give you more than you need, but they don’t quite like you. That you go to college, but not often, that you don’t really have many goals, that you’re okay with dawdling through life. Nothing has ever worked out for you, and that’s why you’re glad you met him.

Leon has to stop himself from gagging. When he looks your way he’s repulsed. Not by you. Promise. He’s seen some shit. An ugly thing ain’t enough to scare him. Just remembers the blood caked on his cock, how he tucked it back into his pants and it dried up on the drive home.

He takes you to bed soon enough, saw your knee bouncing with excitement, and Leon’s never been particularly good at small talk. You smell nice at least. Tad too sweet for his liking, but that’s alright. Clearly, you’ve put a lot of effort into looking nice for him, and he can appreciate that.

The hair on the back of his neck prickles when your smaller hands find purchase on his waist. You’re shaking as he hovers over you, too close for comfort. Avoiding eye contact like anything. Shy little thing you are. Might as well make a meal of it this time, take in all of you. You ask him to keep the lights low, beg him at one point when he reaches over to turn the lamp on his nightstand on.

“Sweetheart, I can’t even see what I’m doing,” Leon mumbles, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on your shirt, “might slip it in the wrong hole if I’m not careful.” Gross. When did he start saying shit like that?

“Hah,” you laugh softly, airy and nervous, hands coming to rest on his firm chest instead, “I wouldn’t mind, Leon.”

“You would when your fuckin’ guts fall out,” he manages to pop them, a few buttons clatter to the wooden ground noisily, “colostomy bag ain’t no fun.”

“I didn’t think that far ahead.” You’re smiling at him for sure, when he dips his head down to give an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, he feels it. Runs his tongue over your teeth. “I still wouldn’t mind, Leon.”

What a freak. He smooths your hands down your sides, over your tapering waist until he feels your belt loops, jeans low on your hips. The zipper is already down, the button is stiff, but he manages to get them open, shuffling them down and tossing them on the floor.

When Leon goes to undo his belt, you grab his wrist. “Can you turn on the lamp actually? I changed my mind.” You say quietly, fingertips running over his knuckles. “I want to see you.” So he listens. Leon wants to see what you’re wearing underneath. If it’s anything special. It’s not. Plain black cotton. You must not have anything else he supposes. “It felt bigger than that last time.” You’re looking at his half-hard dick, sitting up on your elbows and scrutinising it real bad.

Ouch. Well, you’re the ugly bitch who hasn’t managed to get him to his full potential. Leon’s being mean now, needlessly mean, ‘cause you’re just a kid with a big mouth, and you don’t seem to know when to shut it. “Yeah, ‘cause I raped you,” he laughs dryly. Tastes bile again. Funny saying those words out loud it is. Makes you feel like a real asshole.

“But I liked it, Leon, so I don’t think it was.” By the way you flinch when he spreads you apart, Leon thinks it really was exactly that. Poor baby. Pussy all sore ‘cause he split you open.

“You liked it, hm?” Leon drops his forehead against yours, tries to gage your reaction to his words. “You like being raped?”

Eyelids fluttering shut. Breath hitching. All smiles and warm skin. Yeah, you loved it. You don’t have to tell him that, he can see it. “Yeah… I loved it, Leon.” His thumb slips past your petal lips, he doesn’t even have to ask you to suck. He pulls it out with a pop, brings it down to your cunt and presses the pad to your throbbing clit. “Mmm, ‘cause you wanted me so bad you didn’t even ask me…”

Just his thumb and your hips are lifting up off the bed, cunt drooling all over his sheets. He has to admit, he made a real mess of you that night, can see the way he broke you in. Left you all sloppy. Ruined your perfect pussy so no one else could ever use it. Leon only wants the mess ‘cause he made it himself.

“That’s right,” Leon nods his head, “‘cause you were stickin’ your ass in the air like a bitch. Can’t blame me can you, sweetheart?”

“No, ‘s all my fault,” your brows pinch together when he pulls back the hood of your clit, rubs figures eights into the twitching bud. You mewl, snapping your legs shut, he pries your thighs apart easily, splays a big hand over your tummy to keep you down.

“Weren’t me, was it?” He pinches your clit between his thumb and pointer finger, dips the middle into your drippy cunt to test the waters. “Did that all to yourself ‘cause you wanted some dick, ain’t that right, baby?”

You’re awful cute like this, tears making your eyes all glassy, teeth chattering with the nerves, nostrils flared. Dumb little pup. Wonder what you looked like back then, with your face in the concrete, did you cry this pretty?

“C’mon,” Leon urges, “tell me again, sweetheart.” It’s snug in your cunt, two fingers squished together nicely by your pulsing walls, hot and wet. Makes a sticky sound when he pushes them knuckle-deep.

“Oh god,” you whine, hips bucking up into his palm, clit mashing into the bump of his palm, “it was my fault.” There’s a shaky breath between each of your words, so worked up, heat coiling in your belly.

“Coulda got me in so much trouble,” Leon tuts, shakes his head and you lower your gaze. Squeeze your eyes shut to hide behind the lids. Don’t wanna be blamed for it. “Don’t even care, do you?” He’s quick to remove his fingers, readies his palm to give your cunt a firm spank instead, the pleasure making your entire body jolt. “Just thinkin’ with this stupid fuckin’ pussy.” He spanks you again, cunt makes a wet squelch with the impact. Shit. There’s practically a puddle beneath you, leaking slick down your thighs, all over his jeans. Soaking him to the bone. Like he’s been caught in a monsoon or some shit.

“I’m sorry,” you choke on a sob, let out an ugly sounding hiccup that makes him coo, tilts your chin upward to kiss the salty tears away. “Didn’t mean to do it, Leon.”

Leon clicks his tongue, spanks you once more for good luck. “I know you didn’t, sweetheart, you’re just a bit slow, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you agree tearfully, he can’t help but laugh.

“Oh, that’s alright,” he croons to you so sweetly, like he might be in love with you. He’s not. But this is fun. Most fun he’s had in a long time. “Useless little thing, not good for much, are you?”

“Mhm,” you nod at him, so stupid, empty fuckin’ head.

“That’s alright, you’re good for one thing, sweetheart.” Leon squeezes your thighs, watches the skin dimple, “know what it is?”

“I’m good for you.” You give him a dopey smile, makin’ goo-goo eyes at him. God. Not in a million years.

“Not for me,” he pulls you towards him by your ankles, legs dangling off the bed until you wrap them around his waist, hold him close to you. Leon stands at the edge of the bed, his jeans fall loose around his ankles, he kicks his boxers off. Just to make his life easier. “Just for dick, yeah? You’re real good at taking dick.”

“Only yours, Leon,” you’re so taken by him it’s sickening.

“Nah,” he palms himself, thumb digging into the weepy head, “I think you’ll take any dick you can, sweetheart.” Your ears perk up at the schlick, schlick, schlick as he readies himself, droplets of pre running down his fist.

“I like you so much, Leon,” you’re begging him with your eyes, they flit from his cock to his eyes. Dick to his eyes. Blinking so much it’s making him a little dizzy. You’re all lashes and pouty lips, hands clasped together like you’re praying. “Oh!” You grab at his shoulders when he bullies his cock into you. Pupils blown out, doll lips parted in surprise. There’s not as much pain this time he bets. Cunts like a fucking slip ‘n slide, he’s sure it must feel good.

Leon bottoms out with a grunt. He draws his hips back, shallow thrusts that get you keening, babbling like a little baby ‘bout how much you adore him. Just ‘cause of some dick. God, you really know how to make him feel good. The fat head of his cock hits that spongy spot inside of you just right, ‘cause your back arches up in a way that looks painful. Exorcist type shit. Even hears your bones crack.

“That good, baby?” He laughs lowly in your ear, has to swallow back a groan when you clench tight around him, “c’mon, stop pushing me out, darling.” Leon gives a sharp thrust, pushes his way past your tightness, leaky tip nestled up against your cervix, fleshy and warm. Tiny little pussy you’ve got, no wonder it hurt so bad back then, just about managed to take all of Leon.

“I love you,” you whimper a fervid confession, baring your neck like an animal. He bites into your skin with the aim to break it. Hot and carnal. His heavy balls slap against the fat of your ass, he’s fucking you so good, so deep. Each thrust garners a whiny noise that he hushes with a kiss, gushes of slick running down his shaft and wetting his balls. Messy pup. Never fucked anyone that got so damn wet for him. Mostly ‘cause Leon has a knack for hitting on people who don’t reciprocate. His fingers on your clit is all it takes. Leon feels it, how your cunt forces him out when you cum, with each upwards thrust is a squirt of wetness.

“That’s it, sweetheart, let it all out for me,” Leon rolls his hips into you, the sweat on his brow begins to trickle down his face. He tastes it on his brow.

You're spent. Can’t even lift a finger, going lax on him as he drives himself into your cunt, slams his hips into yours till they bruise. Groaning, his cock spurts all it can inside of you, skin stretching taut as his abs tighten, spilling his load in your cunt. Right where you’d like it. Pulling out didn’t even cross his mind. Pussy is awful good for such a dull face.

“Leon,” you’re giving him a dopey smile, so stupid, lovesick on dick alone, he hasn’t even done anything nice for you.

He hums for you to keep going, slips his cock out with a lewd pop and flops down beside you.

“I really like you,” you nuzzle your nose into his neck, “like loads ‘n loads.”

“I know you do,” Leon states, “I don’t mind keepin’ you around or anything, darling,” like a pet, “just can’t have you fallin’ in love with me.” You look away from him with a scowl. Too late. He knows that.

“I like you, Leon,” you hug his arm, “I don’t… you can stick it in my ass if that’s what you really want, I really don’t mind. I don’t think it’d feel that bad.”

You think that’s gonna keep him around? Might’ve worked when he was twenty. “When I call you, you’ll pick up, won’t you?”

“Yeah, of course I will, Leon.”

“Then we can talk, but you can’t keep calling me, alright?” Work has always been a problem. But now he has you. Loser who’ll stick around to the end of time for him. It’s nice this way. The whole rape thing is behind the both of you too. You’re so set on liking it anyway, not gonna turn him in or anything.

“Okay, Leon,” you’re pouting, but you’re not spoiled so you agree. “What if I miss you?”

“Then you just gotta wait for me.”

“I’ll always wait for you, Leon,” you smile wide, “I don’t have anyone else to wait for.”

Not like he had anyone else either. Quite nice finding the one person in the world that might be lonelier than him. Sadly, it makes Leon feel better about himself, ‘cause at least he has contacts in his phone. He’d be dead if he ended up the way you did. Would’ve knocked back a few pills years ago.

“I really like you though, Leon, and you can rape me again if it makes you like me too,” you’re so incessant, he might just take you up on that offer.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #tw noncon

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timeoutsoup · 2 years

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Dig You A Grave Part 2

(Again thank you for @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 for the prompt. Also shout out to @spoopyspoony for the hilarious tag)

Klarion had succeeded in his mission of obtaining the tome for The Light, but at a heavy cost to himself.

Teekl had emerged from the Mayor’s Mansion having successfully gotten the book, only to be seen by the junior justice babies. They divided their attacks between him and his beloved familiar. In the end he was able to grab the book as he a Teekl were separated by a blast. Deciding to lead the heroes away and return for his beloved feline, Klarion took to the sky. Once he knew it was safe to return, the witch boy began his search for Teekl.

It had been three days and Klarion had not found her yet. Anger and worry clouded his vision, as he continued his search.

The powerful witch boy was getting sick of the light. All they cared about was their stupid plan. They kept the Lord of Chaos on a short leash, gave him rules to follow, and had him run errands, like some servant. And to top it all off none of them had cared the Teekl was missing. Savage had the audacity to tell him to just find a new one, as if that man had any power over him. He decided to find Teekl and then make his decision about the light.

The Day Before

Danny was excited about fostering the cat he found. She was so sweet, and really well trained. He didn’t even know cats could be trained. His parents had let him foster the cat, when he explained how he had stumbled upon her after the ghost fight. Also mentioning how the feline had orange fur, and it reminded him of Jazz, didn’t hurt either.

Sam and Tucker had joined him when he went to the pet store to pick up items for his new house guest.

“What if she doesn’t like anything?” Danny worried.

“Simple we will donate what we can to shelters and local rescues and come back and get different items.” Sam replied as she grabbed a bag of Churu’s off the wall.

“More importantly, since when do you buy meat products?” Tucker asked, raising a brow at Sam.

“While cats are omnivores, they eat mostly meat. Just because I am a vegan doesn’t mean I’m going to make a poor animal suffer and deny it proper nutrition.” Sam replied, giving Tucker a look.

“Huh, I didn’t know that. Maybe I should pick up a book or two on cats while we are here.” Danny said, pushing the cart down the aisle.

If Sam decided her parents should foot the bill after they had tried to replace her favorite combat boots with pastel pink kitten heels, who were the boys to complain about the Manson’s generous donation for this poor, injured kitty. They got everything, wet food, dry food, bowls for food and water, a water fountain bowl, treats in all shapes and sizes, a wool cat cave bed, a cat tree, toy and more.

Once Teekl (she had a collar with her name on the tag) had been released from the vet, which the Manson’s also paid for, Danny took her straight home, hopeful she liked it. He read the book they got and followed the vet’s advice to start by introducing her in a small safe area. The upstairs bathroom was perfect because only he really used it now that Jazz was off at college. Not everything they bought would fit into the bathroom, so Danny made the decision to put the necessities and a few extras. No matter how funny Tock found it he was not putting the cat tree in there. Carpet in the bathroom is disgusting. Just the simple ceramic food and matching water dish, the new litter box, and the shirt he was wearing when he rescued her, on top of an old pillow that smelled like Danny.

Opening the carrier, Danny watched as Teekl walked out, examining her new surroundings. She gave a courteous sniff to the food, took a few laps of water, and then plopped herself down onto her makeshift bed. Confused but happy that she felt comfortable, Danny continued to watch, making sure she was comfortable.

After a few minutes Danny left her to her own to finish settling in, making sure to close the door. Returning to his room to finish setting all the cat supplies up. Placing a bed between his dresser and the wall so she could hide in comfort. The cat tree between his bed and the window, so she can sun herself, as well as use it like steps to get on his bed. The water fountain off to the side, on a rubber mat, and her food bowl near by but not too close. And a basket, holding a variety of toys slide nicely under his bed.

Checking his watch, the young halfa decided to check on his furry little house guest again. Standing up, and turning around, the ghost boy is shocked. There sitting in his doorway, cleaning their paw without a care in the world, is Teekl.

“Well, I guess you’ve adjusted to being here then.” Danny muttered, leaning down to pick up the orange tabby. Surprised that she not only let him pick her up, but began to purr, he turned around and began to how her his room.

By the end of the day Teekl was sunning herself in the last rays of sunlight as Danny finished up his homework for school tomorrow. It was a nice relaxing moment in his hectic life. He began dissociating and didn’t notice the cat in his lap until she began to headbutt his chin. Blinking back to the present Danny looked down and smiled, gently petting the purring feline. He knows that eventually Teekl’s owner will come for her, and he does want her to be returned, but another part of him wants her to stay with him forever.

Waking up to a warm, purring cat on his chest has to be one of the best feelings in the world. Danny doesn’t want this moment to end really. He feels like a normal teenager for the first time in a long while.

Trying not to dwell on the fact that he isn’t normal, the teen gently gets up to start his day. Teekl decides to lay in the warm spot he just left.

Danny dressed quickly, rushing through his morning routine, making sure he had enough time to take care of Teekl before he rushed off. After checking everything, and topping off her food in water, Danny crouched down beside his bed, eye level with the sweet tabby.

“Alright cutie, I have to go to school now. I topped off your food and water. There are plenty of comfy and warm places to take a nap. Stay out of the fridge. I’m pretty sure the hotdogs have overthrown the ham. Also stay out of the basement. It’s dangerous and my parents wouldn’t know lab safety if it bit them.” Danny stated as he rubbed her head.

He stood up. Two rings of bright light engulfed him, and a moment later a teen in a black and white hazmat suit, white hair that seemed to move with no wind, and a pair of glowing green eyes.

“I’ll be back after school.” Danny said with a wave, turning intangible as he rushed off to school.

In his hurry he didn’t notice the glint in feline’s eye as he rushed off to school. Softly jumping down from the bed, she made her way to the door and down the stairs, only stopping for a bit of food and a drink of water.

Teekl would have usually returned as quickly as possible to Klarion, but this time was different. The being that helped her had smelled of death and power, and she was curious, after all she was a cat.

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Danny had made it to school on time for once, and was able to grab some food before class started.

“Wow you're on time for once.” Tucker snickered.

“Yeah, I woke up early to take care of Teeks, and no ghosts, so I also grabbed breakfast.” Danny bragged.

“Teeks? You already gave her a nickname? Danny, you know she’s not your cat.” Sam stated.

“I know. It’s just a nickname, don't worry.” Danny replied as he turned toward the board as the bell range.

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By lunch Danny was bored and missed Teekl. His idea of sneaking out and checking on her during lunch got thrown out as his ghost sense went off. Lunch Lady was back and had taken over the cafeteria. Ducking for cover behind an overturned table, he peered out to a scene that made his blood run cold.

“No animals in the cafeteria!” Shrieked the ghost, hurling meat at an orange tabby. “Get out now or I’ll turn you into meatloaf.”

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Klarion had been flying around for hours searching for his familiar and he had finally tracked her down to a school. Racing down the hall, dodging fleeing teenagers, he finally reached a set over double doors, flung them open and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The black-haired teen, who had asked him out during his fight with Young Justice was standing on a pile of meat, holding his beloved familiar, and wielding what looked like a thermos that was sucking up a ghost wearing a hair net. A truly chaotic site to behold.

After capping the strange device, the interesting blue-eyed boy turns to the remaining occupants of the room and opened his mouth.

“I have only had Teekl for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I thermos everyone in this room, and then myself.”

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buckybarnesb-tch · 1 year

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His Perfect Princess-Yan!Mafia Klaus

Warning: mentions of drug overdose of a minor, talk of drugs and physical assault

‘Is there anything else that I can get for you?’ His Princess asked as he had finished his lunch, her removing the plate from the table in front of him with a smile on her sweet face.

Klaus couldn’t help but feel that this place wasn’t where his future Queen should be working, she shouldn’t be working at all! She should be worshipped, taken care of like the royalty Klaus saw when he looked into her kind Y/EC eyes.

‘No. Thank you, love. You’re too kind. I should be getting back to work, maybe you can convince me of dessert next time.’ He flirted but he knew it went right over her head. His sweet girl was oblivious to men’s advances, and while that’s good when it comes to others, not so much for himself.

‘I’ll hold you to that Mr. Mikaelson, I know you like chocolate. We have a chocolate cream cheese pie that is to die for…are you sure I can’t wrap a piece up for you to go?’ He was already late, Elijah was already going to kill him, what’s 5 more minutes in the grand scheme of things?

‘You’ve convinced me, love. That sounds wonderful.’

‘I’ll be right back with that and your check.’ Klaus watched as she walked back behind the counter, unable to remove his eyes from her perfect ass. The Mob boss had been coming here for nearly 2 weeks now, ever since his younger brother Kol had convinced him to have lunch at his favorite diner. Y/n was the girl who always served Kol, he insisted on it as she knew exactly how he liked everything, Kol being an extremely picky person his entire life and the fact that she could handle him as well as she did was actually admirable. Klaus just thanked God that Kol already had his eye on a girl at a bar the brothers frequent since Y/n was going to be Klaus’ whether she liked it or not however, if the constant blush she wears around him was any indication, she would enjoy it quite a bit. He had gotten lost in his daydreams of her in his bed when she startled him back to reality. ‘Here’s your pie and your check, I’ll see you soon. I threw in a slice of cherry pie with the darkest edges for Kol, surprise pie is always nice.’

‘If you aren’t just the sweetest little girl.’ Her face darkened as he spoke to her, Klaus long since finding out she was a sweet Princess who just needed to be loved on, it was everything he wanted for her everyday of her life. He resented the fact that she is working in a diner just to be able to make a living when all he wanted was to spoil her as his pretty little wife…soon Y/n, soon you will be all mine. ‘You didn’t put the dessert on the check love.’ He noted when she turned to go and she shrugged.

‘On the house.’ He sighed as she began seating a couple that walked in and he set down a 100 dollar bill, tucking it under the coffee cup before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door. He had almost gotten to his car when he heard that wonderful voice calling his name, he had imagined her screaming his name about a thousand times in the last 2 weeks, though it always sounded a bit different. ‘Klaus! Wait!’ He turned back around, seeing his girl in her short skirt (which was the perfect length for him, but way too short for others to see her in), running up to him and quickly handing him his money back. ‘You made a mistake, the bill was 18 dollars.’ He couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face. She was actually bringing his money back to him as if she believed he left more than he meant to, if he didn’t already think she was the kindest girl he had ever met he was sold now.

‘It’s called a tip lovely, it’s for you.’ She looked shocked.

‘This is an 82 dollar tip, that’s too much Klaus, I-‘

‘You deserve it, you deal with my idiot brother almost daily and me now too, I know he leaves you large tips. Why are you returning mine?’ Her cheeks practically caught fire as he asked that and he suddenly became aware of the fact that his sweet Princess liked him too.

‘He’s never left more than 50, I don’t get more than 5 dollar tips most days. Don’t think I’m unappreciative, please, it’s just too much.’ He shook his head, stepping closer and tilting her head up to look at him, his hand now holding her jaw firmly.

‘You deserve it Y/n, that and so much more. Do you understand?’ Her eyes widened but she nodded unsure. ‘I’m going to prove it to you one day, I promise…I’ll see you tomorrow gorgeous.’ He leaned down, kissing her cheek, feeling the heat of her flesh against his lips as he’s dreamt of over and over, hearing her little gasp in his ear which had his cock twitching in his black jeans. His thumb traced over her bottom lip before he pulled back and turned to get into his car.

‘That’s your car?!’ She questioned, admiration in her voice and he couldn’t help the chuckle. Elijah said his new car was a waste of money, nothing that impresses his Princess could EVER be a waste, though he does admit a 5.8 million dollar Bugatti Divo is a bit flashy.

‘It is…maybe you’ll let me take you for a ride sometime?’ She just nodded, before shaking herself from the trance she seemed to be in, going back into work quickly and allowing the mob boss to once again watch that cute little ass as she walked away from him.

Elijah had lost his mind when Klaus had returned an hour and a half late and he loaded him up with work for it, the kind that Klaus couldn’t pass off onto someone else. It was a week before he could get back to the diner but he only had time for a coffee, quickly sitting on a stool at that front and catching Y/n’s eye.

‘And here I thought you’d found another diner to frequent, lucky me, you’re back.’ She teased, smiling widely as she set a menu before him.

‘I could never leave you behind Princess. I don’t need a menu, can I just have a coffee to go? You know how I like it.’

‘Splash of cream, 6 sugars and 2 pumps of caramel. Of course, I’m assuming large?’ She asked, already having grabbed the large to go cup.

‘You know me so well, Love.’ He looked towards the kitchen and wished he had enough time for some food but he had a meeting that was supposed to be Elijah’s job but since he had met that photographer 2 months ago he had been the epitome of selfish with his time. He can’t blame his brother, both himself and Kol do the same thing with Y/n and Kol’s bartender but Elijah was a bit more rude about it and Klaus had finally decided to put his foot down tonight. He needed time to take care of his girl same as his brother, especially because his beautiful waitress didn’t even know she belonged to him yet and Elijah’s girl is just that, already his girl.

‘Here you go, cutie pie. Perfect coffee, and-‘ she placed down a sandwich in foil wrap. ‘-bacon, egg and extra cheese on a biscuit. You looked hungry and you’re clearly in a rush. Take it.’ He was stunned.

‘How-‘

‘I just had Chris make it for me for my break, I’ll have him make another one, takes 5 minutes. Go get to work.’ Klaus was touched, she had given him a free dessert before but with the amount of money he and Kol spend here it wasn’t a huge deal, but here she is giving him her breakfast!

‘Princess, you don’t have to-‘

‘Of course I don’t have to, I want to, you look stressed, everyone needs a hand sometimes. You helped me pay my overdue rent with that tip last week, I can’t do anything that big, but I can do breakfast. Go to work Klaus, before Elijah loses his mind. I hope you like it, it’s my favorite breakfast next to a cheese omelet.’ She waved him off, going to take another order from a man that had just sat down and Klaus quickly tucked a 100 dollar bill under the sugar shaker before heading out to his car to get to the meeting.

That very next morning Klaus was back. He had put his foot down with Elijah, the man had plenty of time to be with his girl, especially now that she’s a serious thing (enough that his brother is trying to get her pregnant).

It was a wonderful idea honestly, Klaus had often pictured his beautiful girl round with his baby, how sexy she would look and he enjoyed imagining the fun positions he would have to put her in just to be able to fuck her while she carries his child. Then again he had just as much fun imagining filling her with his child to begin with but he wanted her in his home and his bed before he did such a thing.

Klaus needed her to love him first.

Y/n was just walking back from another table as he looked at the menu and she seemed to plaster her smile on as she stood beside his table, he didn’t like the idea she needed to put on a fake smile when he’s with her.

‘Good morning Klaus, do you know what you’d like or do you want to keep looking while I get your coffee?’ He looks her over and saw the wrinkled uniform that was usually so neat, one of the things Klaus admired was how even in a shitty waitress uniform she tried to look her best.

‘I’ll actually take a hot tea if you don’t mind, you know how I like it and I appreciate that you know how to make tea so well for an American.’ He teased and her real smile spread across her face, the difference being night and day.

‘My grandmother was Scottish, she had a specific way and she demanded I learn.’ Her face suddenly fell when a knocking sound rang through the building from around the corner of the diner along with several voices yelling for a waitress. ‘I’ll give you another minute to decide on your food, okay? I’ll be right back with your tea.’ With that she was gone around the corner and the knocking stopped. He heard men laughing and was about to go take a look before he saw her behind the counter again, relaxing a bit.

It was another moment before she came back to his table with his tea, perfect as always. ‘Thank you d…Y/n? What’s happened?’ He questioned, more like demanded honestly. Her eyes were red and blood shot and he could see she had been crying sending a jolt of anger straight through him. No one should be making his girl cry but him, and that’s only in ecstasy!

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean you’ve been crying, tell me what happened.’

‘I-‘

‘Don’t you dare lie to me Y/n, do you understand, tell me the truth.’ She could clearly hear the warning in his voice and she sighed.

‘Do you know what you want to eat Klaus?’ He was about to ask again when she cut him off. ‘Klaus, please? It’s just a part of the job, not all customers are as kind as you are. Just let me handle it with the little bit of dignity I have in my life and just tell me what you want to eat!’ She had never snapped at him before and while he was overcome with the instinct to take her over his lap and spank the attitude out of her, he knew that’s not what she needed…she needed him to be soft with her and that’s exactly what he would do.

He stood from the booth he sat in and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his chest tightly and while it took a second, she relaxed into his chest with a sigh of relief. ‘Just breathe gorgeous, it’s alright. I understand, sometimes people are just too much, and you don’t deserve to be treated rudely, you’re too sweet for that.’ She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he had to admit, the feel of her body pressed against his was everything he ever imagined.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I always look forward to seeing you, it’s just a bad day…what do you want to eat? Tell me so I can get the order in.’ He nodded, pulling back and pressing his lips to her forehead which seemed to surprise her but he gave her his food order and she wrote it down, taking it to the kitchen before frowning as the banging began happening all over again.

Klaus could feel his head slipping into bad places at the idea of someone, especially men, not treating his girl like the perfect Princess she is and he knew it was time to get her out of here. He may not be able to get her to quit her job so soon but she would be his and she would be his Today.

This time as she made it back behind the counter the mob boss could see actual tears being wiped from her face as she grabbed something and walked back. Klaus was out of his seat instantly and peeking his head around the corner, seeing a group of 3 boys with cocky looks on their faces and body language that spoke volumes in how they felt about themselves. They believed they were untouchable. Klaus would be happy to show them that they are not.

It took all his will power not to move as the largest one grabbed at his girls ass through her uniform skirt while another one talked down to her, he couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying…until the end that is. “Get it right this time or you’ll lose more than you’re fucking job!”

It wasn’t often Klaus Mikaelson got so angry that he felt like his blood was boiling, especially since taking his fathers company from him and becoming the enforcer that he was born to be in this world. Most of his violent work was done with a calm demeanor and a smile on his face, but every once in a while someone truly pisses Klaus Mikaelson off and when they do, they quickly wish that they hadn’t.

As soon as his Princess was gone he was moving, sliding into the booth beside the large one that had touched what belongs to him. ‘What the fuck? Who the fuck do you think you are, asshole? Get the fuck up and go back home bitch.’ And suddenly, as if he wasn’t already going to kill them for touching his precious, they signed their death certificate all over again.

‘Children. I suggest you watch your mouth, you never quite know who you’re dealing with. Always be sure you’re the bigger threat before you begin making threats.’ Klaus knew these idiots, and while not these ones specifically, this type. A small gang in a town that had a chokehold on the drugs, every town has one, and all of them ran the Mikaelson’s drugs. Every one of those gangs in every town was hand selected by Kol who knew without a shadow of a doubt that they would follow their orders.

The family had put together rules of course, when it came to the distribution. Drugs were always going to be present, there’s no stopping it but the brothers, especially Kol was adamant about how it was dealt with. His little brother knew all of the people allowed to sell in their areas, anyone else would be taken care of. There were other rules, most of which consisted of dealing with people and money that came with the trade and the biggest rule, no selling to kids.

The Mikaelson’s father hadn’t had a problem with doing that and it was inevitably what had killed their little brother Henry when Mikael was careless and left things on the table when he passed out. He was always a curious kid and they couldn’t fault him for it touching things wanting to be like his father. That was the first night Klaus nearly beat their father to death.

Selling to children was a huge no-no and something they hadn’t had much trouble with since the last asshole that decided to ignore their rule about it 8 years ago, the one Klaus had flayed alive. While Klaus didn’t know everyone like Kol did (not caring about that particular area that wasn’t his job) he knows the men they employ in this town, it’s where his Princess works and lives, he needs to know, and these morons definitely aren’t them.

‘Who the fuck do you think you are?! You wanna come marching up to us making idle threats, you must be fucking suicidal.’ The large man beside the mob boss pulled his shirt up, revealing a gun in his pants and Klaus just laughed before reaching out and pulling back the hammer on the small pistol that was now loaded and pointing directly at this man’s cock. His eyes widened, his hands went up and you could damn sure tell he was listening intently as were the other 2.

‘Do I have your attention now children?’ They all nodded through the glares they had set on him. ‘Good. I-‘ at that moment Klaus was cut off by his Princess carrying a plate of food back to the table.

‘Here’s your breakfast, sorry about the…confusion. Klaus? Is everything okay?’

He grinned, looking up at her happily, never wanting her to see any kind of violence that he creates in this brutal world. She’s too pure for that.

‘Of course Princess, go back to work, I’ll be back at my table in a moment and we can talk.’ She was clearly confused but seemed to accept it as the table wasn’t chanting and banging anymore for her attention making her shrug and walk away.

‘Oh! I get it, we fucked with your bitch. Shit man, no one need to get shot for that. We’ll just eat and go-‘

‘Oh no, it’s too late for that. You could have done that and been normal customers before, now you have my attention and that boys, is something you Do Not Want.’ They looked frustrated and confused but mostly put out at this point.

‘Okay, who the fuck do you think you are talking to us like that?’ The third one finally seemed to grow some balls and speak despite the fact that Klaus had a pistol pointed at his friends dick.

‘My name is Klaus Mikaelson, I’m sure you’ve heard of me.’ He smirked and waited a second for the realization. The realization was Klaus’ favorite part, the moment men notice that they’ve Royally fucked up!

‘Shit!’

‘Shit indeed, and you three have gotten my attention for your lack of respect for the women that I love more than anything else on this planet. Now, you’re going to get up, you’re going to leave money along with the largest tip you’ve ever given in your lives, and you’re going to leave this establishment. Now. And you’re going to pray that you never see me again. Are you understanding me?’ They all looked petrified. Klaus’ warning was clearly enough but he knew he and Kol would be paying them a visit later to make sure they were gone for good, and they would have a grand old time doing it.

Klaus had a bit of a reputation, and he can’t say he hated it. It keeps his family safe, and now it will keep his Princess safe too. He released the gun, standing up and watching the men all pull money out and leave a little pile on the table for their food and Y/n before rushing out with their tails between their legs.

He returned to his own table a few moments before Y/n brought him his food with a smile on her face prompting him to smile too. ‘What did you do?’ She asked and he looked up at her, confused. ‘Come on Klaus, you’re one of the smartest men I’ve ever met, but you are absolutely shit at playing dumb. They made my life hell for upwards of an hour and you get them to leave in a minute, as well as leaving me the biggest tip I’ve ever gotten, there’s almost 300 dollars here! Come on Klaus, what did you do?’

He raised his hands in surrender. ‘I just suggested that they treat a hard working waitress with a bit more respect, that’s all…you will never be treated like that while I’m around. I promise you.’ She blushed a dark red color and rolled her eyes.

‘Thank you Klaus, you didn’t have to do that…’ His girl leaned down, pressing her soft lips to his briefly, giving him a taste of everything he wanted from her gorgeous fucking mouth. He didn’t chase her lips like he desperately wanted to, not wanting to come off pushy even if he is!

‘Always Y/n…what would you say to me taking you out this weekend? Hmm? I’d like to make this official.’ She looked down at him innocently and he loved that look on her.

‘Make what official?’

‘While playing dumb may not be a good look on me, feigning innocence is definitely a great look on you my love.’ He stood, stepping closer and enjoying that she didn’t back away and allowed him to invade her space, he always wanted her this close, closer even! ‘I think I’ve been in love with you since Kol introduced us, I’ve known you would be mine since the second day I came here, and you very clearly enjoy my company, let me take you out and treat you like the Princess I believe you are.’ She rolled her eyes at the Princess title, clearly loving it but being modest all at once. He hoped to eradicate that. He wants his girl to know how special she is and enjoy it, and she will. No matter how long it takes.

‘I’ll agree to a date, if!’ She was going to give him a stipulation and he would meet it enthusiastically. ‘You plan something simple, no restaurant where you’re spending thousands of dollars for me to eat a steak-‘

‘Do you like steak?’ He questioned, wanting to know all of her preferences but she just stared at him with her eyebrows raised. ‘I can do simple. You have my word gorgeous, Friday night, you’re all mine.’

‘I work late Friday this week, can we make it Saturday?’ This job would not be continuing much longer if he has anything to say about it…and he will!

‘Sure, you text me your address and I’ll pick you up at 7.’ He handed her his phone, ensuring she wouldn’t see anything in his phone that would startle her like the hundreds of pictures of her he has taken or the fact that he clearly already knew her address.

‘Sounds great Klaus…enjoy your breakfast, I’ll um…I’ll check on you in a bit. Let me know if you need anything-‘

‘There actually is, I’m going to need another one of those kisses before I can focus on my meal, you’ve scrambled up my brain you see, I can’t think straight and it’s your fault.’ Her face was beet red but he could see how much she loved it.

‘Well, I should remedy that for you then.’ She gestured for him to lean down the 6 inches he was taller than her and she brushed her lips against his lightly, about to pull back when he grabbed ahold of her waist and kissed her for real. It was perfect and well worth the wait, she tasted like the mango flavored lip gloss she always wore and he knew he would become obsessed with that taste quickly (and hopefully a few others).

He released her waist, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun behind her ear and brushing his fingers down her cheek. ‘Thank you for that, I will cherish every moment of time you that you give me and I promise, you will love the date idea, I already know exactly what to do.’

‘I’m sure it will be wonderful…I have to get back to work. Thank you for your help Klaus, really.’ She squeezed his hand in hers before returning to her job and he sat down, no longer hungry as he resided on cloud nine, he lives here now and he’s never leaving.

First step to getting you had been taking you on a date you would never forget and not only did you say ‘yes’ but you told him exactly what not to do and he was grateful. And on top of the date he had won points he planned to get later for defending your honor, protecting his girl from a group of douche bags. You’re going to fall in love even faster than he anticipated and he couldn’t be happier with the outcome of today.

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Shooting a Movie part 2

Note: as if I can write a one chapter thing. nope! once again; shoutout to @foxyanon for letting me ramble about this fic to her as I made it up!

follow up to part 1.

Warnings: 18+!! smut/brief hint of angst. The pornstar plot continues with Sihtric.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: your next job offer was to make a movie with Sihtric.

wordcount: 5k

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Your movie with Masema had been a success, and the movie offers came rolling in your manager's inbox ever since it was released.

You viewed all the offers but none really made you excited as they were, as expected, all made for the hardcore porn industry. Masema had told you he'd always be up for another movie if you would be interested, all you had to do was contact his manager and he'd be game. But as much as you had loved your little adventure with the dominant man, the hardcore stuff was not what you wanted to focus on necessarily right now, so you turned down offer after offer.

However, after a few weeks you contemplated hitting up Masema again, as you simply needed work in order to pay your bills, but before you could reach out you suddenly received an interesting message; a role in a more soft porn movie was available, and the male co-star was none other than Sihtric Kjartansson.

Sihtric was a very well known name in the industry, just like Masema, and it wasn't easy to make it through the selection to work with him. You and many others swore Sihtric and Masema could've been twins, but they both truly didn't know each other nor had they ever met, despite working in the same industry. There were some differences between the two men though. Sihtric was scarred and had several tattoos on his body, and he had an outrageous but damned sexy haircut with half of his head shaved and the other half full with long, dark curls. But their personalities were completely different as well. Masema was stern, serious and rather quiet, whereas Sihtric was not taking himself seriously at all, he just wanted to have fun. And from the stories you had heard in the dressing rooms and at parties, Sihtric was truly kind, gentle and very warmhearted. Everyone who had worked with Sihtric had nothing but praise for him, and you hoped you would soon be one of the lucky ones who could tell nice stories about him.

You reacted to the available spot, and to your surprise you got a phone call from Sihtric himself only a few days later to tell you that you were his first choice.

'There's a script,' Sihtric said on the phone, 'it's a roleplay but I haven't read it yet. I thought maybe we could go through it together?'

Sihtric's voice melted your insides, sounding so warm and playful, and you already couldn't wait to finally meet him. You'd seen several of his movies, and you had never failed to get off by watching him, but you weren't exactly planning on telling him that.

'Sure, that sounds great,' you said, glad that he couldn't see your flushed face.

'Great,' Sihtric said and laughed softly, which weakened your knees, 'how do you want to meet? I just want to make sure you're all comfortable, you know? I could come over to your place if you'd wish, if you feel safe and at ease there, but you're always welcome to come over to my place. Or, we could always meet up for lunch or something and just go over it, no matter how weird that may be,' he laughed again.

'Eh,' you stammered a little lightheaded, 'no, I- I'll come over to your place, no worries.'

You preferred to visit your co-stars instead of inviting them over to your home, that way you can always leave whenever you want to in case you don't vibe with them.

'Alright, cool,' Sihtric said with clear excitement in his voice, 'I'll make sure I have the scripts here and I'll text you my address. If you're cool with me texting you of course,' he quickly checked.

'Sure, you can text me,' you smiled.

When you arrived at the apartment building Sihtric lived in you double checked the address he had texted you before getting out of your car. The neighbourhood looked rather dodgy, even on a late afternoon, and not a place where a famous and rich pornstar would live. You were hesitant to get out of your car as you saw a group of men hanging out near the building, and so you texted Sihtric to ask if you were really at the right place. You looked at the building again and got spooked when your phone suddenly rang as Sihtric called you.

'Sihtric?' you answered.

'Yeah, hey,' he chuckled as he ran down some stairs, his footsteps echoing loudly in the background, 'you're at the right place, but I know how it looks. I'm on my way to pick you up, don't worry.'

He had barely said those words when you saw the main entrance door swing open and Sihtric stepping through it. He looked so good while so casually dressed, wearing black leather boots with black sweatpants and a half buttoned up grey flannel on top. His outfit coincidentally matched with your short black skirt and dark grey t-shirt.

Sihtric hung up as soon as he saw you step out of your car, and he showed you a big smile as he approached you with open arms, inviting you in for a hug.

'Hey, babe,' he said so smoothly and naturally while he pulled you in for a tight embrace, 'sorry about the place,' he rambled before you could even greet him back, 'I've lived here almost all my life and I'm used to it. I actually never invite colleagues over for that reason and stop by them, so when I invited you I forget this place looks dodgy as fuck. Sorry about that,' he took a step back and held your hands, 'damn, you look gorgeous by the way,' he made you twirl around for him as he held your hand so he could check you out, 'how are you, darling?'

'I- Oh,' you giggled as you nearly fell in his arms, 'I'm good,' you smiled and already felt yourself getting lost in his mismatched eyes, 'and how are you?'

'Couldn't be better,' Sihtric smiled sweetly and then noticed he had never given you the time or space to close your car door, so he shut it for you.

'Thanks,' you felt yourself already constantly blushing in his presence.

Sihtric waved off your gratitude and took your hand, holding it as he walked you towards the building.

His apartment was bigger than you had expected, but still very modest and it was evident that a single guy lived there. His living room was a little bit messy, but not dirty, and you wondered why someone who earned the amount of money he did lived in a place like that. There was nothing wrong with it though, but it was the total opposite of Masema's mansion for example, as Sihtric only seemed to have one bedroom instead of six. And in a way you actually liked that, because Sihtric clearly wasn't flashy and showing off his money; he liked to keep life simple and it seemingly kept him grounded too.

You sat down on his black leather couch while he poured you a drink, and after some small talk you moved on to the reason for this meeting.

'Okay,' Sihtric said with a sigh as he held the scripts in his hand, 'I've only read the pairing and it's as cliché as it gets, but,' he paused for a second and handed you the one script, 'I think it's hilarious and we can work with it.'

'What's the pair- oh,' you snorted when you saw the roles selected, 'teacher and student, really?'

'I know,' Sihtric laughed and let himself fall back into his comfy couch next to you, 'let's see what we got here then,' he said and flipped the first page.

You sipped your drink while his eyes scanned the first page, and a frown appeared on his face before it transformed into a grin.

'Oh, hold on,' he chuckled, 'I expected me to be the intimidating teacher and you the hot student, but it looks like they reversed the roles for once.'

'What?' you nearly choked on your drink and flipped the page, 'oh, shit,' you laughed.

'This is ridiculous,' Sihtric laughed again as he read the context of the written scenes, 'I have to eat you out to crank my grade up? And in return for my good behaviour you give me a blowjob? I would've been a fucking A student in school if this was how it worked,' he snorted, and you both laughed as you continued to read.

'Oh, we have sex on the teacher's desk, obviously,' you rolled your eyes with a smile.

'I love how awful this is,' Sihtric said and shook his head, smiling, 'who even writes this shit?'

'The writer should be stated in the back right?' you had barely spoken the words or Sihtric already flipped to the last page.

'Let's see. Hm, one… Osferth?' Sihtric furrowed his brow and then laughed, 'what a freaky dude. Anyway, are you up for this though?' Sihtric looked at you and threw his script on his salon table.

'Eh,' you paused as you quickly looked through the written acts again, 'yeah, it's all fine by me. Nothing we haven't done before. I'm cool with this. You?'

'Of course,' he said and turned to face you, resting his arm on the couch's backrest behind you.

You also turned towards him, feeling comfortably shy under his intense but soft and sweet gaze. You knew he wanted more than to discuss that script with you, but it was also clear that he gave you enough space to tell him you didn't want anything more right now if that would be the case. But you had no plans of stopping him, as you wanted to explore him as much as he wanted to explore you. And Sihtric sensed that, he was good at reading people and feeling their energy, and he liked what you radiated. He then leaned in a little closer and hooked one finger around the delicate golden necklace you wore.

'Gift from a lover?' he asked as he looked at the little heart pendant.

'Oh, no,' you said, 'I just liked it and bought it myself some years ago.'

'Ah,' he clicked his tongue, 'fair. I saw it in one of your movies and I thought it was just an accessory at first, but I got curious now seeing you wear it in private.'

'You got curious?' you asked with a playful smile, 'curious to what? If I'm seeing someone?'

'Just curious is all, sweetheart,' Sihtric said with a soft voice, and he smiled while his fingers grazed your collar bones lightly after letting go of your necklace.

'So you've seen my work?' you continued to question him.

'Your latest one, yeah,' he confessed, his fingers trailing down your arm, 'I had heard your name a few times before, I knew you were pretty new but also rapidly gaining an impressive resume.'

'And you wanted to work with me because of my last movie? Because that was really just me exploring the industry a little further.'

'I figured,' Sihtric smiled and placed his hand on your thigh, 'but it was a good movie. And you're now the first girl who got to kiss Masema on screen.'

'That's a title I proudly earned,' you smiled, to which Sihtric laughed and leaned in closer.

'You know, I'm also not one to kiss in my movies,' he half whispered and circled your lips with his thumb, 'but I understand Masema, because you make it so damned tempting.'

You smiled a little shyly, which he enjoyed, and he moved even closer while you remained somewhat frozen.

'You can touch me, you know,' he purred with a flirty smile and took your hand to place it on his chest.

You giggled softly, and Sihtric lightly caressed your cheek with his fingers. You looked up at him for a moment, and then your eyes darted between his slightly parted lips and his eyes, which popped out because of his black eyeliner, and you immediately looked down at your hand on his chest after you noticed he saw you had looked at his lips.

'What's the matter?' he asked sweetly, 'getting shy? There's no reason for that. I'm sure you've seen my work, so we've seen each other naked already anyway, what else is there to be shy about?'

'I just struggle to not kiss you,' you confessed.

'Why do you want to kiss me so badly?' he asked with a smirk.

'Because you're cute,' you shrugged, 'and really good looking of course.'

'Well, so are you,' Sihtric half whispered, 'so in that case, maybe you could kiss me.'

'Can I?' you asked as you both leaned in closer, feeling his breath on your lips.

'You can, but you're getting me all nervous now,' he chuckled, 'it's been a while since I properly kissed someone.'

You smiled compassionately at him, hoping to ease his sudden nerves, and you moved your hands up to his neck as you leaned in to softly peck his lips. Another nervous chuckle escaped Sihtric as you pulled back to look at him, wanting to make sure that everything was fine with him, but the blush on his cheeks told you everything you needed to know without even asking, and you brought your lips back to his again.

'That okay?' you asked after a longer kiss.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed softly against your lips and moved his hands to your face, pulling you back in again for another tender kiss.

He pulled you in his lap, and you straddled him while you continued to kiss gently and slowly, while not lacking the intensity of that steamy kiss you had shared with Masema. Sihtric moaned softly into your mouth when the kiss deepened, and you became a little lightheaded when you felt his tongue piercing lightly grazing your lips and tongue.

'You good?' you asked after he broke the kiss for some air.

'Mhm, don't stop,' Sihtric breathed against your lips, and immediately snuck his tongue in your mouth again at the first opportunity.

His fingers slid under your short skirt, settling on your buttocks while you unbuttoned the rest of his flannel and pushed it down his shoulders. You felt the cold steel of his silver rings on your skin while you kissed his jaw and up to his earlobe, where you playfully tugged his dangling cross earring lightly with your teeth, before you kissed under his ear and down his neck.

Sihtric smiled and threw his head back on his couch, enjoying the way your lips felt on his skin a little more than he perhaps should, but you somehow made him feel so good, he relished in it.

He hooked his arms under your knees after a moment, and lifted you smoothly his arms as he got up, walking you over to his office desk which was located in front of the living room window, overlooking the rather shady neighbourhood from the third floor, and he took off his flannel as soon as he had sat you down. You bit down on your lip as you smiled, eyeing up his muscular and scarred torso before you placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him back in for another kiss while you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in.

'Tell me what you like,' Sihtric breathed against your lips, his hands roaming your body before taking off your shirt.

'Anything, handsome,' you laughed your signature cheeky laugh, which took Sihtric by surprise and he simply melted inside.

He smiled at you, his eyes half dazed while his lips were touching yours and his hand holding your face.

'Anything, baby?' he murmured playfully and then pushed your mini skirt further up, his fingers curled around the elastic band of your seethrough panties, 'that's not good enough for me though, I need to hear what you want.'

'Your cock,' you smiled and cupped his arousal through his black sweatpants.

'You want my cock?' he teased, 'hm, how badly?'

His warm and soft voice sent tingles down your spine while he held your face close to his, lips and noses touching as you both smiled at each other.

'Really badly,' you whispered seductively and lowered his sweatpants.

You attempted to pull down his boxers too, but Sihtric playfully slapped your hands away.

'Nah-ah,' he chuckled, 'it's my turn first,' he winked and dropped to his knees.

He pulled your panties down so fast you had no idea how he had done it, and before you could even adjust to the sudden change your legs were already upon his broad shoulders and his head between your thighs. He knew the script had more foreplay, but he also knew neither of you were sticking to the script in any way right now, except that you were sitting upon a desk and he was about to taste you.

You gasped when you felt him kiss and suck your clit lightly before he started to lick you, his piercing then hitting the right spot with every roll of his tongue. You squirmed at the feeling and fell back on his desk. His grip on you was loose and relaxed, he knew you weren't going to try and get away from him because the sounds you made told him you were enjoying yourself too much.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his facial hair against your skin, and you couldn't stop smiling at the way he pleasured you so gently yet firm. You moved one hand down into his dark curls, and the vibration of his low and satisfying hums against your core made you squeal and tug his hair each time while you arched your back, much to Sihtric's own pleasure. He had you at his mercy so easily and he loved it. He wanted you to feel as good as it felt for him, and knowing he didn't even have to use his hands on you to make you feel this good stroked his ego and made him feel content too. He could get off by just pleasing you all night.

'Hm, please,' you mumbled, smiling, desperately needing more.

You pushed yourself up your elbows to look at Sihtric, but you immediately fell back down lightheaded after having locked eyes with him while he slowly teased you with the tip of his tongue and winked at you. You were left breathless and swore you saw stars after you laid back down again, and that was not just because you were looking out of the window.

'Just relax for me,' Sihtric cooed and moved up, leaning in over you and pressing his hard trapped cock against your folds while he took your chin, 'let me take care of you, please? A pretty girl like you deserves to be taken care of.'

'But what if I want to take care of you?' you asked with a slight pout.

'You're too pretty to get down on your knees for me,' Sihtric whispered with a soft smile, 'we can do that when we're filming. But I'm not letting you do that here, not this first time, okay, sweetheart?'

'O-okay,' you mumbled as he leaned his forehead against yours.

'Did you like that?' he asked, his lips touching yours with every word he spoke.

'Yeah,' you sighed dreamily, 'I really did.'

'Good,' he smiled, 'all I want is to make you feel good.'

He kissed you passionately and didn't stop until his cock became painful, desperate to be freed from his tight boxers so he carefully asked, 'You wanna fuck, baby?'

You nodded impatiently with your desperation for him clear in your eyes, to which he smiled. He wasn't sure what exactly he was feeling inside right now, as it was new but also pleasant and he wanted to chase it, so he lifted your chin with a tap of his index finger and he kissed you deeply again, wanting this moment to last while he took off your skirt.

He continued to kiss you while he pulled out his leaking cock, giving himself a few good strokes before teasing your entrance. He knew you were desperate and he wanted to see you smile, and it worked.

'Stop teasing,' you giggled with a soft whine.

You attempted to push his hand away so you could feel him inside you, but he didn't move. Instead, he wrapped his free hand lightly around your throat, smiling as he looked down into your eyes. He then moved his hand further up and tangled his fingers in your hair, giving you a firm tug to keep your eyes locked with his.

'Or what?' Sihtric asked sweetly.

'Stop it,' you laughed and slapped his chest playfully.

'Or what?' he dared you again with a smirk as he towered over you, then politely commanded, 'open your mouth for me.'

Without any hesitation you listened and opened your mouth for him, his grip still firm on the back of your head, and you allowed him to let his spit slowly drip from between his lips and down on your tongue. You gave him your cheeky smile as you thanked him, to which he kissed you in response, a little more heated than before. Once he broke the kiss he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, silencing you as he sheathed himself entirely inside you in one smooth movement.

'Ahh, fuck,' his words were dragged out with a low moan as he stilled inside you, letting you adjust to his size which stretched you the same pleasant way as Masema had done, and you never thought you'd ever feel this full again.

You tugged his hair firmly while your other hand squeezed his bicep, digging your nails into his skin as he began to slowly thrust into you. So slowly you felt every twitch of his cock with each stroke and your moans began to sound muffled as your mouth was still covered. Sihtric removed his hand and pushed you to lay back on his desk, he took your legs and threw both over one shoulder before he grabbed onto your waist and began fucking you with a pleasantly slow and steady pace.

Sihtric was never rough nor too soft, he had the perfect balance that wasn't fucking you senseless but also not something you'd consider making love, it was something pleasant inbetween the two. He fucked you deeply but with a certain passion, and nothing made him harder than knowing he was taking you in front of the window, in clear view of those who lived in the surrounding apartment buildings, who could see how good he made you feel without having to ravage you.

He leaned in occasionally, taking your face with one hand while he continued to thrust into you slow and deep as he kissed you and caught your soft moans in his mouth. You arched your back once he moved away from you, and he had his strong arm wrapped around your legs to keep them in place on his shoulder while he had one hand pressed down onto your stomach, feeling his cock inside you as he enjoyed how tight you felt in this position.

'You're making me cum so easily, sweet lady,' Sihtric huffed with a devilish yet soft smile.

'Then cum,' you breathed, wanting to feel his warmth spread inside you.

You looked up at him with alluring eyes, feeling dazed at the sight of his black curls sticking to his glistening face and the way his smiling lips were slightly parted, from which his soft moans and heavy breaths escaped. His eyes were hooded, his eyeliner still applied perfectly and his cheeks were a light rosy colour. He took his time with you, thrusting deep inside you so slow it made your head spin and you could only laugh your cheeky laugh in between your moans and gasps.

You experienced hard porn and soft porn, but this was neither of those. This was something entirely different, softer and slower than you'd ever felt before, and despite the slow pace it felt extremely intense you couldn't say anything that made sense. And the entire sight of you on his desk, looking like a beautiful mess as you fell apart for him while he was so gentle with you pushed Sihtric over the edge before he wanted to, but he couldn't help himself and spilled inside you with a heavy grunt. He continued thrusting into you through his own high, and he massaged your clit with his fingers to ensure your climax was just as intense and blissful as his had been when you came shortly after him.

You were left shaking on his desk, and as the adrenaline rush left your body you started to feel cold as you laid naked on his desk, while the window was slightly opened and the cool night's breeze touched your skin. Sihtric was fast to clean up and put on his boxers while you were gradually coming down from your high, and he noticed you were trembling once you finally sat up on his desk, completely naked.

'Hey,' Sihtric gently took your face as he positioned himself between your thighs again, 'are you okay?' he asked, concerned.

'Just… c-cold,' you chuckled, a little dazed still.

'Oh, sweetheart,' he whispered and quickly grabbed his flannel off the floor to drape it over your shoulders.

He then wrapped his arms around you and pressed your bare chest against his in an attempt to warm you as fast as he could, to which you smiled. You wrapped your arms around his waist, stealing his body heat, and you embraced like that for a long moment without exchanging a word, just enjoying each other's warmth, scent and touch. And Sihtric only broke the embrace to cup your cheek, so he could peck your lips sweetly, over and over again while he looked completely smitten.

'You never kiss, and yet now you can't stop?' you murmured.

He hushed you and smiled, then went in for another kiss but you teasingly backed away. Sihtric looked confused, but his smile returned quick enough once you leaned back in and nuzzled his nose softly.

'Kiss me,' he whispered pleadingly, and you kissed him passionately several times more.

'I could kiss you all night,' he murmured against your lips once you broke the kiss.

'You're too cute,' you giggled and then finally got dressed again.

You jumped off his desk and then held out his flannel to him.

'Keep it,' Sihtric smiled.

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, it looks good on you.'

'Thanks,' you chuckled and put his flannel over your shirt, loving the way it was comfortably oversized and smelled exactly like him, 'so, you always rehearse scripts like this?'

'No,' Sihtric laughed, 'this, eh, really got out of hand. Sorry,' he blushed.

'Don't apologise. It was really nice,' you reassured him.

'I'm glad it was nice for you too,' he said, 'it's, eh, still kinda early in the evening I suppose. Do you want a drink or something, or maybe some food? I could order us something,' he mumbled almost shyly.

'Oh,' you sighed with a smile, 'that's so sweet, baby. But I think it's best if I get going.'

'Oh, y-yeah, of course,' Sihtric cleared his throat, knowing it wasn't very professional to ask you to stay for some crappy take-out meal, but he was disappointed regardless.

You grabbed your belongings and Sihtrc walked you to your car, where he took your hand before you could get in.

'Get home safe, okay?' he said, 'let me know you're home safe?'

'I will,' you kissed his cheek, and he then suddenly took your face and kissed your lips.

The kiss was long and passionate, until he abruptly pulled away with a shaky breath.

'Are you okay?' you asked, a little surprised.

'Yeah,' he sighed and gave you a weakened smile, then stopped you again as you attempted to get in your car, 'hey,' he said softly, 'don't… this line of work, it's- just promise you won't do anything against your will, okay?'

'I won't do anything I don't like,' you said, 'I promise.'

'Good,' Sihtric swallowed hard and lightly touched your face, 'you're just… you're too pure and too beautiful for this industry, sweetheart. Girls like you,' his voice trembled lightly, 'they get taken advantage of if they're not careful. Look after yourself, okay? And if you ever need anything or if there's trouble, you have my number, yeah?'

'I will be careful,' you promised and pinched his cheek to lighten his mood, which made him chuckle, 'I'll see you again soon, right?'

'I hope so.'

'I'll have my manager set up a day to shoot and all that,' you said, 'you'll hear from me.'

'Sure thing,' Sihtric said and finally allowed you to get in your car, and he then leaned on its roof while he looked down at you, 'and, well… you know where I live now. You're welcome anytime.'

'For sex you mean?' you chuckled.

'For anything, sweetheart,' he smiled and watched you start your car.

'You're too cute,' you smiled and waited for him to step away so you could close the door, but he didn't budge. 'Sihtric?' you snorted, 'I gotta close the door?'

'Oh, shit,' he laughed and pulled away, 'yeah, shit, sorry,' he stammered and then politely shut your car door and blew you a kiss before you hit the gas.

With an uneasy feeling in his stomach he watched you drive off and cursed himself for kissing you. Because he knew better than to kiss someone the way he had kissed you, and he shouldn't catch feelings for anyone in the same industry because it would always cause trouble. But he also knew it was already too late for him to not catch any feelings for you.

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multifandomslxt · 1 month

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Hey Krystal! 💎 It's me again 😌

Hope you've been well. 🥰

WayV members as type of rich bfs (sugar daddies) 👀..... Anything and everything within this prompt is most welcome 🤭. Have a great day bye ❤

Hey sweetheart! how are you?

You scared me again with the name ngl lmaoo

but it's all good

ENJOY<333

Way V Members as Sugar Daddies

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Kun

He's a bit hard to get through to at first IMO

When he says sugar daddy he means money in exchange for accompanying him to events

he's so strict with himself that he really doesn't allow it to get past that.

That's all it is for a few months yk?

until you express that it seems a bit weird because you were definitely expecting more...

And Kun like the damn provider he is

gives you just that...more

but definitely explains to you that he's a possessive little shit.

good pu$$y turns a perfectly sane man in to a mad man pt.1

he's mad asf for youuuu

now that s3x is involved this man SPOILSSSSSSS you

way more than he was doing prior

which seems a bit impossible because babyyy you were getting bagsssss

he's so strict too like he makes it clear that you belong to him

period.

istg at some point he graduates from sugar daddy to husband

you want a spontaneous trip to some crazy rich island? ok, no problem

you want a bag that costs way too much money? he'll get you that in the next 2 hours

also...don't let that cute smile fool you, the man is a menace.

"Can't believe I deprived myself of this pretty c*nt" he thrusts inside you so slow...dangerously slow

"That's right baby Daddy's right here to give you everything you need"

Ten

Maam.

he gets right to it. lmaooo

Tells you that he needs you to accompany him to events and asks you if you're ok with other "stuff"

duhhh

first off the chemistry between y'all is AMAZINGGG

We all know this man loves fashion so having the latest designer pieces is a given

what starts off as a lil service after events

blooms into something more

very protective of you

baby he doesn't play about you or the custom diamonds he put around your neck. TRUST!

compared to before the relationship bloomed the s3x between you two was rather respectful?...yh that's the word

now?

LMAOOOOO

he rips that shit off youuu

President of the "I'll just buy you a new one" club

it's rough btw unlike Kun, Ten is rough and occasionally enjoys it when you're on top

hehe

"fuck...I'd choose this pu$$y over diamonds any day"

Winwin

See how pretty this man is?

yeah he's gonna make sure you're even prettier than him

Literally bathes you in expensive shit.

SPOILLS you omggg

it's worrying sometimes

to the point where the bank calls him

asking if he's aware that there is a concerning amount of money leaving his account

From head to toe it's luxuryyyyy

the s3x is good....just good

I'm sure I've said this before but Winiwn strikes me as someone who just gets to it.

not too rough not too gentle yk?

its just right

he does like when you wear that little diamond collar he got you when he's ball deep inside you though

he's strictly sugar daddy btw

I think he'd prefer that

Xiaojun

if you manage to pull him and keep him you're one lucky mf

this man moves through sugar babies like the days of the week

He likes the thrill of it all imo

yes he'll spoil you

but you better make sure the pleasure you give him is worth the 100k he just splurged

"C'mon now princess, Daddy knows you can do way better than that" he whispers teasingly as your body trembles from exhaustion and overstimulation

he likes to be kept on his toes

and you keep surprising him

your bills are paid and you're getting f*cked dumb

and he has the prettiest girl to spoil and break

It's a win-win honestly

Hendery

he's so sweet at first omlll

yes he dotes on you and all that jazz

but you guys actually become friends yk?

he's a whole gentleman

never crossing the line

just kind and attentive

gets you WHATEVER you want

and mean ANYTHING

nothing is out of reach for his baby

he just expects you to behave

but what's the fun in that?

let him catch you trying to buy things with your own money

or some shit like that

you are DONEE

when he f*cks you

he ensures that you merge with the mattress

takes "fuck you into the mattress" literally

ass up face down supremacy

do not play with him like that.

"Move your hand baby, I told you actions have consequences"

Yang Yang

This mf is just horny

lmaooo

very possessive oml

and not in the mature way like Kun or the gentlemanly way like Hendery

but possessive like a damn child

you go to parties together and he doesn't want you talking for anybody else too long

look at him and only him

the fucker got you a carrier bracelet with his name embedded into it

and told you to wear it at all times

for the most part, he's harmless

extremely touchy-feely

controls his urges well though

unless you're fucking around too much

then he has to show you why you should just let him be

it's fast and hard

I'm so serious

This MF can go roundsss

because he's desperate asf

BABY TRAPPING CENTRAL

"Such a fuckin' tease. let's see how much teasing you'll do when I swell you up hm?"

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The final chapter of @mrghostrat's Big Name Feelings Good Omens AU is dropping tomorrow, so obviously there was no way I could resist writing another fanscene. (Previous scene 1, 2, 3) Inspired by the sheer domesticity of chapters 15 and 16, enjoy this end-of-series scene.

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Crowley's key fumbled against the lock — still Aziraphale's lock, technically, but very firmly Crowley's key. "Dinner was good, though?"

Aziraphale rolled his eyes a little at how much more attention his face was getting than the keyhole. Sherlock Holmes might have blamed the wine they shared at dinner for the scratches around the lock, but Aziraphale knew better. "It was delicious, of course. You should know; you were there."

"Nnyeah, well, it's your opinion I care about." As if that weren't obvious from Crowley having gotten them a table at one of the city's best restaurants on Valentine's Day and insisting on not even letting him see the bill.

As if Aziraphale was ever any good at hiding his appreciation of good food.

"Quite sure," Aziraphale replied with a gentle touch on Crowley's arm that swiftly turned into snagging the key from him to open the door himself. Crowley let out a huffy laugh as he followed him inside. "Tea?"

"Sure, if that goes with whatever we're doing next." Crowley had been trying to wheedle Aziraphale's planned gift out of him for the past two weeks, and Aziraphale had remained utterly firm in not sharing it with him. Crowley insisted that whatever Aziraphale planned would be alright with him so there was no reason for Aziraphale to be shy about it, and Aziraphale had said "I know, dearest," and somehow that's as far as Crowley's attempts at learning Aziraphale's plans ever got.

Aziraphale fussed around with the tea and put on some music — old-fashioned stuff on actual CDs, the sap — and Crowley was left to lean against the doorjamb watching him and coming to terms with being so terribly, completely besotted that their evening plans could be "absolutely nothing" and Crowley wouldn't love it a single speck less. Aziraphale had said that he'd always thought of Valentine's Day as just another day, and that he'd certainly never considered that he might be able to celebrate it publicly, so Crowley was already delighted at having coaxed him out to dinner. Crowley found himself very suddenly aware that if Aziraphale's supposed plans amounted to nothing at all, he honestly wouldn't mind. His fifteen-year-old self would eat him alive if he knew, and Crowley felt warm inside to know that that was his younger self's loss.

Crowley blinked out of his reverie in time to help Aziraphale carry the teacups into the living room, and was almost surprised when Aziraphale brought a bag in with him as he followed. "Whazzat?"

"Painting supplies, dear." Aziraphale set the bag down on the coffee table.

Another point in favor of another evening spent doing nothing unusual. Crowley relaxed back into the couch, wondering if his melting heart could leave stains on the fabric. "What're you gonna paint?"

"You!" Par for the course again, then. Aziraphale gave a happy wriggle. "I hope you aren't ticklish!"

Wait, what?

"Uh?" Crowley picked up one of the paints Aziraphale was setting out and found that the label said, quite clearly, "body safe." "Angel?"

Aziraphale looked at him with a smile that said he was still 100% confident in his plan despite Crowley's confusion. "I thought it might be a nice reminder of the con. Getting an airbrush and making stencils didn't seem sensible, really, but I know how to use a brush well enough."

Crowley let out a breathy laugh. "'Well enough' 's an understatement. Geez, now MY gift feels—"

"—completely, perfectly tailored to me," Aziraphale cut in. "I would have been actually cross if you'd insisted on getting me another sword." Crowley laughed again, and it warmed Aziraphale's heart that he'd seemed to do nothing but laugh all night. Aziraphale patted Crowley's hand before picking up his tea, taking an appreciative sip and willing it to calm the excited fluttering in his chest. "What do you think? Another serpent on your cheek? I was thinking a tree would look rather lovely spread across your spine and shoulder blades..."

Crowley shivered a little at that, easily able to picture Aziraphale straddling his hips as he lay on the bed, Aziraphale's left palm spread flat on his back to keep himself steady with the rise and falls of Crowley's breath, his paintbrush tenderly tracing a line along his spine...

"Snake first," he agreed quickly. "And then..." He looked down on Aziraphale's arms and swallowed. "Think you could paint on your own arm? I could help hold things steady for you."

"Oh," Aziraphale breathed, and Crowley's heart clenched in the best of ways. He had no idea how Aziraphale always managed to say that like he was falling in love all over again, time and time again, but he did.

No, that wasn't quite right. Crowley probably did know. He suspected it came from the same place as the way he'd looked at Aziraphale as he helped him out of the car today. Aziraphale had taken his arm without hesitation and looked up at him with a warmer smile than any mortal had ever earned, and Crowley had been certain he was wearing his own heart on his sleeve, his vest, and every other garment he owned.

He adored him, and somehow, ineffably, it was the smallest moments that made it stand out the most.

"...right," Aziraphale managed to say around the happy tightness in his throat. "Some art for the both of us, then."

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gigabyte-flare · 9 months

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He Comes Alive (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: As you settle into your new routine working for Leon, one day he decides to take you on a nice hike where the two of you make a gruesome discovery.

Word Count: 4.9k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

This part does contain a graphic depiction of an unalived individual. Reader's discretion is advised.

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While at first you had been nervous about not meeting Leon’s expectations, you find yourself looking forward to getting up each morning to get ready to work at his house. Before you knew it, a couple weeks had gone by, nestled into a nice routine as October rolled in. Like Leon had told you that night at the gas station, he had you painting, cleaning sawdust off the furniture, holding stuff while he took measurements; stuff you could clearly handle. Each day, he’d hand you a $100 bill from his wallet. At first you’d argue that he was paying you too much, you had agreed on $10 an hour, but he’d insist the extra $20 was a bonus for doing such a good job. You found it impossible to make him budge on this, so you stopped arguing with him about it.

A part of you wonders if Leon just wants the company; out in public, he was quiet and usually kept to himself, but when he was working at his house with you? An actual chatterbox. You learn that he is a retired federal agent of some kind, having come back from a mission in Spain and deciding to retire early in a remote, quiet part of the country. He originally wasn’t planning on buying a fixer-upper, but he told you how he fell in love with the scenery up here.

“It’s only going to get better,” you tell him as you’re painting a wall in his kitchen with a paint roller as he works on installing new cabinets, “wait until the leaves start changing. You’ve never seen anything like fall in New England, I promise.”

Then, to your surprise, Leon began to ask about you. You tell him how you had been forced to go to college for accounting and dropped out when you finally couldn’t take it anymore, much to your father’s disapproval. You watch Leon’s face grow serious as you tell him about how hard your father is on you.

“You really need to stand up for yourself, sweetheart,” you must have heard Leon tell you a thousand times now.

“I know,” you reply, “but he just wants what’s best for me. He just has a weird way of showing he cares. I promise he’s not a mean guy.”

You continue to tell Leon about your family until Leon finally interjects, “Not to change the subject, but can I ask you a personal question?”

You stop mid-roll with the paint roller, looking over at him as he finishes installing another cabinet door, “sure. Shoot.”

“Got a boyfriend?”

Your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat; that certainly wasn’t a question you expected him to ask. Leon must see the look of shock on your face, because he immediately starts apologizing.

“No, no! It’s fine!” you assure him, collecting yourself, “no, I don’t. I casually dated a couple guys when I was in college, but nothing serious.”

“Can I ask another personal question?”

“Sure!”

“Are you a virgin?”

The butterflies in your stomach immediately start in, your face turning beet red as you attempt to compose yourself to answer his question, “y-yes… I am. I guess you could say I’m picky. I want my first time to be with someone special.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon smile at you before focusing his attention back on the kitchen cabinets, “there’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart.”

Him calling you sweetheart was nothing new, you had gotten used to the nickname but this time, he said it with very clear intention and it shot straight into you, causing your clit to pulse in arousal. You try your best to ignore it.

“Can I safely assume you’re not a virgin?” you ask him, trying your best to just focus on painting the wall.

Leon chuckles, clearly amused by your question, “no, I’m definitely not. You could say I’m quite experienced in the matter.”

You weren’t surprised, especially considering Leon is 15 years older than you, a fact you often forgot because Leon was just so easy to talk to and get along with. Your mind begins to wander, imagining Leon being the one to take your virginity, how good he must be in bed with all the experience he has. You immediately shake the thought, ashamed you’re thinking such lewd thoughts when he’s right there. In an attempt to distract yourself, you look around the kitchen as you roll paint onto the wall, your eyes settling on a calendar Leon has hanging on one of the walls, which jogs your memory of a town event coming up.

“Has anyone told you about our annual Harvest Festival?” you ask, turning your attention back over to Leon.

“No they haven’t. What’s that?”

“It’s more like a carnival than anything, it’s an event we’ve had going in town since… 1947 I think… 40 years now, just celebrating the harvest and the coming of fall. There’s carnival rides, livestock and most importantly, food. You should check it out if you get a chance. It’s the last full week of October.”

“Maybe we can go together and you can show me all there is to see,” Leon replies as he hoists another cabinet onto the wall.

Your heart skips a beat at his response, “i-if you want to go together… we certainly can.”

“I’d love to go with you.”

“O-Ok…!”

Leon finishes getting the cabinet up, brushing his hands together before looking at his watch, then to you, “let’s stop for lunch, sweetheart.”

You finish painting the section of the wall you were working on before looking over at Leon, giving him a nod of acknowledgement as you set down the paint roller. You watch as Leon grabs stuff out of the fridge to make sandwiches: bread, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise, onion and what had to be the rarest roast beef lunch meat you’d ever seen. Despite that, Leon made killer sandwiches, so you always look forward to having lunch with him.

Plus you were, you know, having lunch with Leon.

He sets the sandwich stuff down on a clean spot of the kitchen counter, turning to you, “go ahead and get comfortable in the dining room. I’ll bring the sandwiches in when they’re done.”

“Sounds good, I’m just going to hit the bathroom first, though,” you reply as you walk out of the kitchen.

You pass through the dining room, out into a hallway, you walk by what you assume is the basement door on your way to the bathroom. You do your business and come back out, noticing on your way out that the basement door is padlocked shut.

“That’s odd,” you say to yourself as you stop and look at the padlock.

You look around the door but you don’t see any sign of the key, not even on the small table that’s next to the door, which is even more odd. You then make your way back to the dining room, where Leon is already eating his sandwich, yours set in the other seat at the small dining table.

“Why’s the basement door padlocked?” you ask as you take a seat at the table.

Leon finishes chewing, nodding in acknowledgement of your question before he speaks, “there’s a lot of personal stuff down there, files and junk. Because I used to work for the government, there’s some classified files down there, too. I keep it locked just so that stuff stays safe.”

“Ah ok, that makes sense, sorry for prying. I just happened to notice it when I walked by, that’s all,” you reply before taking a bite of your sandwich.

“No need to apologize, it’s only natural for you to be curious.”

You take this quiet moment eating lunch together to really admire Leon, but discreetly. Today, he is wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt, which only accentuates his muscular body. Your favorite part of him, however, had to be those beautiful blue eyes. You constantly find yourself lost in them when you talk to him.

He suddenly makes eye contact with you, giving you a playful smirk when he notices you checking him out. You squirm in your seat, your heart racing as his ocean gaze seems to peer straight into your soul. There is no denying it now: you are hopelessly in love with Leon Kennedy.

“Mom, Dad! I’m home!” you call out as you walk into the house from the door that leads to the garage.

Your mother looks over at you from the kitchen sink as she does the dishes, “hey there, sweetie! How was your day?”

“It was good!” you reply as you hang up your purse and denim jacket in a small closet next to the garage door, “I painted some of the kitchen walls while Leon got the new cabinets up.”

“Hmph!” you hear your father from the living room where he’s sitting in his recliner, watching the news.

You watch your mother let out a heavy sigh as she shakes her head. Looking to you, she mouths ‘ignore him’ before focusing her attention back on doing the dishes.

“It smells amazing in here, what are you making for dinner, Mom?”

“Pork roast with potatoes, onions and carrots, sweetie. Figured that’d be a nice meal for a crisp day like today. Go ahead and relax, sweetie, I’ll call you down when dinner’s ready!”

About an hour and a half later, true to her word, your mother calls you down for dinner. At first, you all eat dinner in silence as your father reads the newspaper. An ad for the annual Harvest Festival catches your eye, reminding you of your conversation with Leon earlier that day.

“I was telling Leon about the Harvest Festival today,” you say, pointing out the ad in the newspaper.

“Oh, that’s right! Is he going to go, you think?” your mother asks.

“I think we’re actually going to go together,” you reply, your cheeks immediately start to turn pink as you shift in your seat.

“So, what? Are you seeing him now, is that what this is about?” your father growls, his eyes glaring at you.

“Wait-- what? No!”

“How old is he?” your father asks, his tone still angry.

“He’s… 36…” you reply, trying to avoid your father’s gaze.

“And you’re 21. Absolutely not, you’re not going with him and that’s final. In fact, you’re going to call him right now and tell him you quit--”

“Mick, you’re being ridiculous!” your mother cuts him off, slamming her fork down onto the table.

“I’m trying to protect our daughter! There’s a 15 year difference between them, that’s not acceptable!” your father argues back.

“Mick we’re 10 years apart, how’s that any different? She’s an adult, she can make her own decisions. How many times do I have to drill that into your thick skull, Mick?”

Your father grumbles, angrily stabbing his fork into the pork roast and taking a bite, aggressively chewing.

Your mom shakes her head, looking back over at you, “I’m sorry sweetheart. You absolutely can go to the festival with Leon,” your mother looks back over at your father, narrowing her eyes at him, “right, Mick?”

You watch your father roll his eyes before responding, “yes, dear…”

A couple days go by after you got into that argument with your father, but thankfully it’s business as usual. You wake up early as usual, getting yourself dressed and eating breakfast before you head out the door to go to Leon’s house. As you drive down Hemlock Drive, you notice the bursts of color on the trees changing into their autumn colors. It wasn’t quite peak foliage yet, you reckon about another week or so before that happens.

You park your car in its usual spot in front of Leon’s house, climbing out and approaching the front door. You simply open the front door and walk inside; Leon had told you that you were always welcome and didn’t need to knock. Upon walking in, you see Leon’s got his leather jacket on and that he’s packing a backpack.

“Whatcha doin’?” you ask, trying to look to see what Leon is up to.

“Good morning, sweetheart! Figured we’d do something different today; you deserve a break for working so hard,” he replies as he continues packing the backpack.

“Like… what?”

“I was thinking we could do the Basin trail today, especially since the fall colors are starting to pop up. I’ve heard people in town talk about it and wanted to see it for myself.”

You swallow hard, your anxiety immediately heightened, “you… do know there’s something in the mountains that’s been attacking hikers… right?”

Leon stops, turning to you, giving you a confident smirk before opening one side of his jacket to reveal a gun holster hanging from his torso with a 9mm handgun tucked inside.

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

You give him a nervous nod, “i-if you say so…”

Leon gives you a reassuring smile before returning his attention back to finishing packing the backpack.

“There, bags are all packed and ready to go. I even made us sandwiches so we can have a little picnic in the mountains, doesn’t that sound nice?” Leon asks as he zips up the bag before handing it to you.

You grab the backpack, slinging it onto your back as you watch Leon grab the other backpack off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder as he gives you a wink, “ready to go, sweetheart?”

You follow him back outside, watching as he locks up.

“Are we taking your bike?” you ask as you look over to his motorcycle.

“No, we’ll be taking the Jeep,” he replies as he walks off the porch, turning to go to his Jeep parked on the side of the house; you follow close behind him.

He walks up to the passenger’s side door, opening it for you. You climb inside, slipping the backpack off your back and setting it onto the floor of the Jeep, as Leon climbs into the driver’s seat, putting on his seat belt. He turns the ignition and the Jeep comes alive with a low purr as you put on your own seat belt.

“I hope Metallica is ok,” Leon says to you, smirking at you as he shifts the Jeep into first gear and starts driving.

As if on queue, ‘Master of Puppets’ begins to play. Metal isn’t exactly your thing, but the tune is undeniably catchy. As Leon drives you down Hemlock, you watch, almost hypnotically, as he shifts the Jeep from one gear to the next. The first thing you notice is you feel every single bump in this road; you find yourself grabbing onto the Jeep’s roll bar above your head to steady yourself. You think you hear Leon chuckle under the loud purr of the Jeep.

Once on the main road, the ride was a little more steady, but not by much, you reckon that is just how Jeeps ride since this is your first time in one. Your gaze shifts from Leon’s hand on the stick shift, to out your window, watching the pops of color in the trees pass by, the sun finally cresting over the mountains. You suddenly feel Leon’s hand caress your thigh, causing you to jump a little as you look back over at him. He gives you a playful wink, his hand returning to the stick shift.

Before long, he pulls into the trailhead for the Basin trail. The Basin is a rock formation formed by thousands of years of water running through it, first formed during the ice age; the erosion from the water making a natural, crystal clear pool. Parking the Jeep, he climbs out, putting on his backpack as he walks over to the passenger’s side, opening your door and letting you out. Setting out onto the trail, the two of you walk side by side, taking in the scenery as the two of you make small talk about what’s the next agenda in Leon’s house, the weather and even the upcoming Harvest Festival. You do mention your argument with your father, causing Leon to shake his head.

It doesn’t take long to come upon the Basin itself, you hear Leon let out a soft ‘wow’ as he approaches the large fence blocking off public access to the pool of water. You stand next to him, leaning up against the fence to admire the Basin. You’d seen it before, but it had been years since the last time you saw it; it is still just as beautiful and mystifying as you remember.

“Cool, huh?” you ask.

“Very,” Leon replies, as he tries to nonchalantly reach over and snake his arm around your waist.

You feel yourself blush, but you let him, feeling him pull you closer to him as wraps his arm around your waist. For a few minutes, the two of you admire the Basin in silence, the sound of the water rushing in creating a sense of clarity. There is no doubt in your mind that you love Leon, and you’re starting to sense he feels the same way, or at the very least is attracted to you. From the corner of your eye you see Leon turn to you, a subtle smile forming on his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” he suddenly asks.

At first you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, it takes you a moment to process it but when you do, your heart immediately starts racing. Turning to him, your face undoubtedly beet red.

You swallow hard, working up the courage to answer him, “y-yes… you can.”

Leon doesn’t hesitate, he shifts himself so that he has you pinned to the fence with his body, his hands gently cupping your face as he leans down, pressing his perfect lips against yours. It doesn’t take long for him to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping in to explore your mouth. You do the same, your tongues dancing around each other as Leon’s hands trail from your face, over your torso before finally resting on your waist. Meanwhile, your hands run through his blonde hair as you softly moan into the kiss.

The sound of a wolf’s whistle startles both of you. Leon stops, turning around to find two college aged boys, undoubtedly from Plymouth State University, staring at the two of you, snickering before they move on, walking in the direction that you two had come from. Leon lets out a frustrated sigh.

“We should get going, we can continue this later,” he purrs, looking back down at you and winking.

You nod as the two of you walk away from the Basin, Leon’s arm once again wrapping itself around your waist to keep you close. The two of you hike in silence, enjoying the sounds of nature. Unfortunately, the moment is soured when a powerful odor hits you like a ton of bricks, stopping you in your tracks.

“Do you smell that, Leon?”

“I do… I unfortunately know that smell anywhere. It’s the smell of death.”

You pace around, trying to ascertain which direction the smell is coming from, “you don’t think… it’s one of the hikers… do you?”

“Could be a large animal, but we better check it out, in case it is one of the missing hikers. I think it’s coming from this way,” he says, gesturing off the trail.

As you both start heading off the trail, into the woods with you taking the lead. The odor is becoming stronger and stronger as you go further away from the trail, a clear sign you were heading in the right direction. Coming up over a small incline, you see what you were hoping not to see at the bottom, a person. You immediately cover your mouth and nose with your shirt, the stench at this point overwhelming. As much as you don’t want to, you get closer, being careful not to slip and fall going down the incline. Leon catches up with you, still following behind you.

As you get closer, you can see the person is lying on their side, their skin an eerie white. From what you can see, the person has bite marks on their neck, much like what was described on the other hiker that was found. You look all around the person for anything that can identify them, your eyes finally settling on a ring that’s on their middle finger, your heart immediately sinking. You recognize the ring as your class ring, which can only mean one thing:

It’s Nate Dion.

His plan couldn’t have worked out any better. Not only did he successfully win over her affections, which he wasn’t concerned about, but stumbling upon the body in the woods was no accident. He led her to the body. He wanted her to see what he is capable of, how powerful he is, how he can provide for her. Obviously, she doesn’t know this, not yet anyway. Now is not the right time to show her, or to give her his gift.

Unsurprisingly, she threw herself at Leon upon the realization that it was the chief’s son. And, of course, he would hold her, smirking down at the body as she cried into his chest. Now, they were back in his Jeep, driving back into Oakvale to the police station. He looks over at her, seeing how she lays her head against the passenger’s side window, her arms wrapped around herself. His jacket is draped over her shoulders. Reaching over, he rubs his hand on her thigh to reassure her. She places her hand on top of his, squeezing it in acknowledgement.

“It’ll be ok, angel, we’re almost at the police station,” he says to her.

He turns his attention back onto the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel like a vice as he struggles to get his primal urges to breed under control. Finally he pulls up on the Oakvale police station, parking in one of the spots and killing the engine.

“I’ll go in and let them know what we found, angel--”

“I’m coming with you. Please don’t leave me alone, Leon…”

Looking over at her, he gives her a gentle smile, “of course, let’s head inside together, then.”

He gets out of the Jeep, walking around to let her out of the passenger’s side, immediately wrapping his arm around her in a protective gesture as they both walk inside the police station. Both of them walk up to the reception desk.

“We need to see Chief Dion,” Leon commands, resting his free arm on the counter as he glares down at the receptionist.

The receptionist pushes her glasses up off the bridge of her nose, “I’m sorry, Chief Bob’s currently in a meeting--”

“Please! It’s urgent, we found Nate…” his angel suddenly blurts out, the panic clear in her voice.

“What!” the receptionist exclaims, looking over at her, “is he…?”

“Yes, he’s dead, just like the other hiker they found the other day,” Leon replies.

The receptionist immediately picks up the phone, dialing a number, “Chief, Leon Kennedy and Mick’s daughter are here, they’re saying they found Nate…”

The receptionist hangs up the phone, looking at his angel, then to Leon, before continuing, “he’s expecting you, please go through the door on the left over there. His office is the first one on the right.

“Thank you,” Leon replies before he walks over to the door in question, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders.

Upon walking through the door, Leon finds the Chief’s office, walking in with his angel in tow. As soon as they enter, his angel lifts her head to address the Chief.

“I’m sorry, Chief… he’s… he’s…” his angel begins, but then immediately breaks down sobbing.

Leon wraps both his arms around her, trying to comfort her, “he’s dead, Chief Dion.”

“God…” Chief Dion says, looking to the floor, his eyes darting back and forth in disbelief before looking back up at Leon, “if I pull out a map, can you point out where you found him?”

Before Leon can even answer, his angel replies, “I can Chief…”

“R-Right… I’ll be right back then.”

Leon watches as Chief Dion leaves the office. He coaxes his angel over to a bench on the opposite side of his desk, sitting himself and her down as he holds her close, running his hand through her hair to love on her; to entangle her into his web even more. Leon buries his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent deep before placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

Before long, Chief Dion comes back out with a map of the trails in Franconia Notch, rolling it open to show his angel, “sweetheart, can you point on the map where you found Nate.”

Leon watches her turn her attention to the map; she ponders for a moment before pointing to a spot just off the Basin trail heading West, “right about here…”

“Off the Basin trail?” Chief Dion says, perplexed as he takes the map, looking at it with an eyebrow raised, “how on Earth did he end up over there?”

Shit Leon cursed mentally, he hadn’t thought about where he had originally grabbed him from, no matter, it’ll be fine.

Leon watches Chief Dion grab his transmitter, pushing the button to speak into it.

“Attention all units, I need Police, Fish and Game and EMT at the Basin trailhead immediately. Nate has been located. He’s… he’s dead…”

Chief Dion turns his attention back to Leon, “would both of you be able to stay here until I get back so we can collect a statement?”

“Of course, Chief, not a problem at all,” Leon replies, giving the Chief his best, kind smile.

“Thank you, I won’t be too long. Hang tight,” Chief Dion replies as he leaves the office, heading out the door to the receptionist area.

Leon wraps his arms around his angel even tighter, adjusting himself so that she could relax in his embrace. He watches her intently as her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes. He can’t help but smile down at her.

Once we’re done here, I’ll bring her back home, and make her a nice dinner. Then I’ll continue where I left off earlier. It shouldn’t be very difficult to get her into my bedroom and--

“WHERE IS HE?!” a male voice shouts from the receptionist area, breaking Leon’s thoughts.

“Mick, you can’t go back there! Get back--!”

The door suddenly bursts open, an irate man charging through and coming into Chief Dion’s office.

“You…” the man practically growls as he looks down at Leon, “you son of a bitch!”

“Dad, what are you--”

“What were you planning on doing to my daughter?! Lure into the woods so you can have your way with her and then ditch her somewhere?!”

Leon rolls his eyes as he stands up, coming face to face with his angel’s father, Mick, noting how his face is red in rage, “what are you talking about?”

“Working on the house my ass! What the fuck are you doing dragging my daughter out into the woods alone with you?!” Mick continues, “I knew something wasn’t right about you!”

“Dad come on, please stop!”

“No! I am doing what’s best for you, this guy needs to fucking go!”

Mick suddenly comes at Leon swinging, landing a couple punches into Leon’s stomach before Leon is able to dodge them. Leon is unphased by the punches Mick did manage to land. Mick continues his assault, one punch missing and going straight through the sheet rock in Chief Dion’s office. Mick takes a second to shake his hand off before he continues to launch punches at Leon. It is taking everything in Leon not to snap and attack Mick with the full force of his abilities.

Leon, finally having enough of Mick’s mindless flailing of his arms, curls up his fist and punches him directly in the center of his face, breaking Mick’s nose instantly. Leon watches as blood runs out from his nostrils, his pupils dilating as the smell of blood goes straight to his head. He can feel his fangs descend and he fights off the urge to feed as Mick tries to get his hands around Leon’s neck. Leon reaches up, trying to grasp Mick’s hands to pry them off, however he’s too inebriated by the sight and smell of blood to be able to pry him off.

Chief Dion and several officers come through the door, the officers grabbing Mick from behind and managing to get his hands behind his back to handcuff him. Leon rubs his neck with one of his hands, looking down at his other hand, seeing faint signs of his black veins. He’s able to finally get himself under control, the black veins disappearing without a trace and feeling his fangs retract.

“What the hell is your problem, Mick?!” Chief Dion exclaims, his voice filled with disappointment.

“I am just protecting my daughter,” Mick replies, his angry gaze focused on Leon.

In that moment, Leon knows one thing for certain:

The father needs to go.

Part 4

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nexionswild · 1 year

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IN WHICH MANEATER!reader admits their feelings for the van der linde boys. [p.2] [p.1]

includes: charles ∿ lenny ∿ sean ∿ bill

content warning: fluff, a little angsty in bill’s part, no pronouns [GN]

a/n: i think half of them are so ooc nd im so sorry omdgshjq i’m still trying to figure out how to write for lenny and sean but i promise i’ll get better with time 🦾

✦ ﹒ charles smith

you caught him off guard, that's for sure..

charles is used to being perceived as intimidating and scary, considering his origins and his size, but that's what you like about him.

he never noticed how you'd stare lovingly whenever he'd explain his cultural way of hunting down animals or practice some other things.

and you never noticed how much he had to turn his head away when he saw you flirting men according to dutch's plan. but charles have dignity, and would admit to have found himself jealous every time you'd coo love words out of those pretty lips of yours.

probably needs time to acknowledge that you're dead serious about this relationship, and really looking forward to it. he's not against it tho, he's just.. surprised.

be ready because those massive hands of his are never leaving your waist the moment he gracefully accepts your confession. like never ever. and he doesn't have any shame either, and maybe he'll refrain from being too much of a sweetie in camp for your sake, given you can be easily embarassed if he surprise you with his loving demeanour, but he won't hold back as soon as the gang members are away.

"my mother taught me all the ways to treat a lover.. i hope it'll meet your expectations."

unfiltered romantic. it makes you blush how much he says the most romantic thing out of pocket and pretend like that never happened.

your name is the only thing that comes out of his mouth every now and then, you know because arthur keeps mentioning how much charles talks about you as if you were the only beautiful thing that's plaguing his mind.

✦ ﹒ lenny summers

lenny is so flustered, i'm sorry, god, he's baby

he probably stammered like a fool after you confessed, why wouldn't he? you're perfect, so perfect and he's just some kid, trying to be a big bad outlaw. perhaps that's what you like about him. he's nervous like a little kitty, and lord knows how much nervous men makes your day.

"i- i.. ahem.. yes, yes, of course!"

you made him so embarassed, i hope you're proud of yourself.

he'll struggle telling you how jealous he felt, it didn't really struck his mind first before you even confessed, i mean, sure he did think you were charming, but he never really bat an eye at your work.

he only got feelings because you were fun to listen to, you didn’t notice how he’d watch you every time you went on your drunken rants. it’s only recently that you found out according to karen.

for most of the part, lenny would rely on you. i mean you can’t blame him, you’re popular. in a way, you are, you’re like dutch. you have a lot of contacts, and charisma, he’s been a bystander. he’s pretty awkward, he doesn’t know what to do, but you find it cute, somehow.

of course, he’ll start to man up eventually when he feels more confident by the time you’ve shown him what you’re most comfortable with in terms of love languages, and he easily adapts himself to it. i mean, he absolutely loves spending time with you, and the amount of patience you put in for him really melts his heart in a way, but he’ll never admit it. ever.

depending on what you’re most comfortable with, lenny would gladly ride all the way to saint-denis for the simple wish of getting you something expensive, or even bring you along with him so you get to choose what you want. something he didn’t expect to see is you using your flirtatious ways of getting an item for free.

“you really know how to fool a man.. please don’t make a fool out of me.”

✦ ﹒ sean macguire

“ha! i knew ya’d fall for me!”

absolutely did not know you’d fall for him.

sean likes to be confident, at least he likes to appear confident. but often mix things up with arrogance, and if you were to call him out on that, he would tone it down a little. he doesn’t mean to be rude to you, he’s genuinely happy, he just doesn’t know how to properly express it.

sean have a loud mouth, and he didn’t hide the fact that he was getting irritated when men were attracted to you, often times he’d be barked at by arthur or john for fucking up your plan for being jealous. he never understood it, he thought he was being a gentleman chasing those creeps away.

he’s a comedian, on accident. you don’t know how to describe it but there’s something really sweet in seeing him ramble to the point where he’s humorous like that. you guess that’s how you fell for him. sean is so honest. and so dumb, too.

what you most love, is when he gets drunk. that’s where he starts to be overwhelmingly affectionate. and the gang teases you about it, but you couldn’t care less. he’s adorable that way! why would you make fun of something as precious as his honesty? especially when he’s slurring on his words, too?

he’s not a charmer with words, and he knows it. that’s why the best he could do to prove his love is by teasing or joking around with you, he’s trying his best.

“these english men keeps bullyin’ ya… just tell me! i’ll shoot ‘em right between thei’ eyes, yeah?”

he wants to look strong and fearless for you, he wants to impress you in every way he can. sometimes, you’d see him getting angry about the fact that he lost something, wether i’d be a fist fight or a game, but the moment he sees you, he gets embarrassed.

you’re the only one who can reassure him that what he failed to achieve doesn’t matter much, the effort is more important.

✦ ﹒ bill williamson

doesn’t believe you. at all.

bill was always made fun of, or teased by others to get a rise out of him. and he doesn’t believe you, because he thinks it’s just another way to make him mad. but he can’t help and think how evil this is, using you, someone he truly admire, to pick on him?

when you insist that you’re not joking, bill starts to get angry. not at you, but it’s just the way he is, he’s trying his best but he’s still in doubt.

given your reputation with men, and how many times he have to ignore you on duty, he just think it’s purely for the entertainment of seeing him falling like a fool. williamson is someone who’s not joking around, and that you know.

“if you love me, why would you?” he snaps. then immediately regrets. he doesn’t wanna lash it out on you, and he’d drink himself to death if he’s actually convinced that you love him that way.

he wants to apologize, but no words are leaving his mouth. and there’s an unbearable amount of pressure on his shoulders by this point, but when you take your time and explain to him the reason behind your fondness, he softens up a tad.

you had the patience to deal with him, surely you were serious?

“fine. i believe you. but i’m warning you, if this is some sick joke, i’ll—… i’ll…”

he won’t do anything.

for the past few weeks, you’ve been awfully affectionate towards him to prove your point. and he complains about it, tho he secretly enjoy having your full undivided attention. every time dutch planned to take him for a mission, you’ve been prepping his saddle and equipments, and when he came back, you’ve welcome him back with your arms open.

and while you were acting like some kind of stay-at-home spouse, bill would be silently protective over you. when you have to talk to men and women and fake another of your identity to wrap them around your finger, bill would silently sit at a table nearby and watch carefully, making sure no one lays a finger on you.

and when you thank him for his care through kisses, all you hear are grumbling noises and a little “you’re welcome”.

he’s just an angry worked up man, but you love him for it. (surprisingly!)

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ethanhuntfemmefatale · 1 month

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spent a bit of time today writing out some thoughts on ford as a character and thought it might be fun to put them here. I think ford is a really interesting commentary on heroism and his role in gravity falls is specific and pointed. theres a lot more i COULD get into (the way he and Stan act as foils for example) but here I just want to explore the fundamental ideas of his arc which includes parts of his dynamic with Bill Cipher and Dipper.

I really love the way gf combines the ideas of the lone hero/adventurer (a classic hero trope) with the ideas of the mad scientist (a classic villain trope) to reveal the way they're really based in similar lines of thinking and emotional pitfalls. Ford's isolation & paranoia, his tendency to put his own body on the line, his (relative) willingness to endanger others for his cause...it all points out a neat overlap between the guy who wears all black and carries a gun at his hip and the guy who WOULD inject himself with some kinda substance in the name of Science. I think that's part of why from what I've seen the fandom can be pretty conflicted on Ford--even on a basic design level, he evokes strong and conflicting feelings.

A key moment to me in establishing the ideas of Ford's arc happens at the very beginning of Weirdmageddon--a strange point to choose maybe since it's so late in the show, but I feel like those three episodes beautifully encapsulate Ford's failures and his development. After realizing what's happened, Dipper is desperate to find Mabel and make sure she's all right. Ford tells him, there's time to find her later--right now we have to stop Bill before the weirdness spreads. I love the way that the show presents throwaway moments like this: they're not questioned in the moment, but they stick out to you anyway because they run so counter to the philosophy of the show. Through the past 2 seasons, not only has the show proven that saving Mabel is more important than stopping Bill, it's also proven (and proves again after this) that saving Mabel is essential to stopping Bill. Evil isn't defeated by one guy being brave enough to shoot a gun at it, it's defeated by a community that works and fights together. And, hilariously, Ford is captured within the first 7 minutes of the episode, making everyone else's jobs way more difficult.

To be clear, it would be a complete misunderstanding of the character to say that Ford prioritizes stopping Bill first because he doesn't care enough about Mabel or her safety. It's precisely because he cares so much that he doesn't look for her right away. Ford has bought thoroughly into the lie that Bill fed him, which is that devastating personal sacrifice is not only right & good, but necessary in order to accomplish great things. As long as Ford believes that lie, he remains Bill's perfect prey—even with a metal plate in his head, even 30 years after the initial manipulation. Ford will easily give up sleep, food, friendship, family, sanity, and his own life, if he can be convinced he's doing it for the right reasons. And he's very easy to convince! Ironically, despite being arguably one of the most formidable characters in the show, he's also arguably the weakest and most gullible of the main cast, because he's so obsessed with the idea of giving up everything for something greater than himself.

That lie of the moral necessity of self-sacrifice, the lie that makes it possible for Ford to give up his brother, lock himself in his basement, be angry when he’s brought back home, and nearly destroy the world, is heavily in the offing through the Ford-Dipper plotline of Dipper and Mabel vs the Future. Ford offers Dipper apprenticeship and tells him that he’s capable of handling it—but it would require personal sacrifice, giving up his childhood with Mabel to join Ford in his self-imposed isolation. A test of Dipper’s aptitude for that kind of sacrifice occurs in that episode: Ford nearly dies, and orders Dipper to let it happen so that the rift is kept safe. Dipper doesn’t even think before disobeying him. He doesn’t seem to consider it a decision. There's no thought of the greater good when his uncle needs him.

Later, talking to Mabel about the idea of joining Ford as an apprentice, he says how ridiculous it is--sees it for a fantasy. The image of heroism Ford presents is appealing, but it's a lie.

For Gravity Falls, a show with two central protagonists, a show arguing over and over that the only way to change things for the better is to work with, trust, and care for your loved ones, Ford's position is an interesting one. I'd argue that thematically he stands in a more relevant antagonist position than Bill Cipher. He represents everything that the show is poised against. He's set up carefully as the epitome of Cool, with a masterful buildup to his entrance, badass styling, and hero worship from Dipper (the closest thing GF has to an audience insert.) And then, slowly and subtly, the show reveals how the lie of the lone hero has convinced him to hurt himself and everyone around him, nearly to the point of destruction.

I love him dearly. The best awful guy of all time

#gravity falls #ford pines #stanford pines #cecil meta

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 1 year

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Question: why do people refer to Tobias in Megamorphs 4 as a "quasi-voluntary" controller? I don't have access to my copy right now but I don't recall anything that would imply he had any knowledge of what he was joining/cooperated in any way? Did I miss something?

So I call Tobias quasi-voluntary, because I think — from my read of MM4 — that Tobias is about as voluntary as any "voluntary controller" ever gets. Which is not that voluntary. Tobias goes to a Sharing meeting because Jake's there, but pretty soon he gets sucked into the cycle of love-bombing: "When you attend your second meeting of The Sharing they assign you a guide" (MM4). In Tobias's case it's a guy named Bill, a few years older, who spends every meeting praising Tobias, and talking up how the Sharing cured his depression and being a full member changed his life.

Bill waits for Tobias to say "I want to be a full member." And then he asks if Tobias is sure, and Tobias says "Yes." Bill presses all the way to "You trade a little bit of freedom for a lot of belonging" and gets Tobias to agree a third time. When the time comes for the "ceremony" (infestation), Chapman makes Tobias explain why he's joining, and Tobias does. Three more times Chapman asks, and three more times Tobias says, out loud, that he wants what's going to happen next. Chapman explains why they want Tobias's consent: "We only have problems in twenty-one percent of willing members. And there are... fewer incidents of contested control." Tobias withdraws consent when he realizes they're about to put a slug in his brain, but by then it's too late.

Later Tobias says "Most painful of all was the image of myself swallowing everything the Sharing told me. I had walked, willingly, to my own destruction. At the time I'd seen no alternatives." So is Tobias voluntary? Well, is Chapman voluntary? He agrees not to resist in exchange for Melissa not being recruited, and he keeps his end of the bargain (#2). Not only does he not fight back while there's a yeerk in his brain, but there's every possibility he's one of the people allowing the yeerk to slip out of their brain and then quietly walking to go wait in the break room without supervision.

Okay, but surely the taxxons are voluntary. They chose to ally with the yeerks... Only it turns out their options were ally with the yeerks or starve to death (#53), and just because their leaders chose the yeerks doesn't mean individual taxxons were okay with it (Andalite Chronicles).

But then, we all know Taylor is voluntary. Because she gave up her freedom for little old things like... relief from pain. And escape from discrimination. And basic health care that didn't cost her family their life savings (#33). And she could never change her mind, because she got punished by Sub-Visser Fifty-One for misbehaving (#43).

But Mr. Tidwell's definitely voluntary. He chooses to have a yeerk in his brain even after joining the YPM. Only he was so depressed he couldn't take care of himself when he joined (#29), and probably would have literally died without the yeerks.

Hang on, is Tom voluntary? He spontaneously offers to "be quiet" and "never trouble you again" when Temrash 114 starts trying to recruit Jake (#6). We don't know for sure that Tom isn't hanging out in that same break room after the events of #1, in exchange for Jake not being recruited.

So on. We know the Sharing targets people who are unhoused and/or mentally ill, and that the ones with happy, stable home lives (Tom, later Jake) tend to go unconvinced. You have to be vulnerable to end up voluntary, the series shows, so vulnerable that your whole ability to consent is seriously called into question.

#animorphs #yeerks #controllers #voluntary controllers #tobias fangor #emohawk #mm4 #yeerk empire #cult tactics #consent issues #intense indoctrination #heck - maybe alloran's voluntary - he does wait around to be reinfested rather than trying to escape in book 8 #maybe jenny lines is voluntary if the alternative is dying of withdrawal syndrome #maybe visser two was telling the truth in book 41 about having convinced marco to go voluntary #IS EVERYONE BUT EVA SECRETLY VOLUNTARY?#more at 5:00

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squintyeyedjoel · 1 year

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Spark in a Snowstorm (Joel x Reader)

A/N: This happened after I just had an Idea™️ that I had to get out of my system. It’s a weird hybrid of show and game Joel - I want to say mostly game Joel, but I pictured show Joel. (Make it make sense.) Also, this is the first thing I have ever written for Joel, TLoU, and spiciness, so…. We’ll just see how this goes over. 😬 (No specific age specified for reader, aside from her remembering life before the outbreak, so I leave that up to you.) No use of Y/N.

Synopsis: When patrol goes awry with a clicker attack, and you’re snowed into a safe house with your partner Joel, things are said in the midnight hours under the warm glow of firelight that offer change in the dawning light of a new day.

I do not own The Last of Us or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, some spice, and Joel is a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. (Brief mentions of blood) Swearing. The spice is somewhat explicit, but it’s just talking, nothing past a few words. Mention of loss. (Spoilers if you haven’t watched the show/played the game.) Ellie is a menace from a distance. Drop ins from some of our other favorite characters bc why not. Arguing? Banter. Some of Joel’s Texan accent. (You’ve been warned.) I guess kinda sorta spoilers for TLoU 2? Like if you squint? And not really??? Also, I’m so sorry if you or a loved one’s name is Liam. I’m sure you/they are lovely. It’s just a name I chose.

Word count: 7,120 (It got away from me, what can I say?)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex and @grippingbeskar for your endless hours helping me over goodness knows how long since I started this, for reading this over for me and letting me know I’m not crazy, and screaming with me about this man that captured our hearts first in the form of pixels.

Xxx

His eyes were wide, scanning you from head to toe. Was he angry? The tight expression on his face gave nothing away as his eyes made another sweep.

“I-”

“Don’t.”

Your breath caught in your chest at the single word. It was low, pained, and broken.

“Joel-”

“No,” he all but whispered.

You opened your mouth to try one more time, but before you could even hardly take a breath in, he exploded.

“I said no, goddamnit!”

Both of you stared at one another with wide eyes, but for entirely different reasons.

You watched the quiet man who only ever raised his voice in the middle of a fight, usually with infected or raiders, turn that rage against you. Taking a step back, you kept cautious eyes on him, holding your hands up in a gesture of surrender instead of trying to speak again.

He stared back at you in shock. Joel never meant to lose his cool, especially not with you, but this…. This had terrified him. He’d almost lost you. Like he’d almost lost Ellie. Like he had lost Tess. Bill and Frank. Like he had lost…. her.

Clearing his throat, he shifted his weight to one side, looking down at the ground before he turned his back to you, slinging his rifle onto his shoulder. Sniffing his nose in the cold winter air, he reached up to swipe at it with the back of his hand. “We need to get moving,” he said lowly. “The sun will be settin’ soon.”

You didn’t say a word, you just waited where you were planted. When he finally looked over his shoulder at you, staring first at your feet for a long few seconds before eventually darting his eyes up to yours, you nodded before gathering your things, pulling your own rifle across your shoulders.

It didn’t go unnoticed, the wet smudges on the backs of Joel’s gloves as he adjusted his rifle needlessly. The tear marks leaving stains trailed in with the blood from the infected that had nearly gotten the better of the two of you not twenty minutes ago. It was almost poetic how they looked so similar, the remnants of tears and the remnants of death. After all, right now, it felt an awful lot like something close to loss between you two.

After tightening your backpack one last time, you looked back up to meet Joel’s gaze. He was staring at you blatantly, and you raised an eyebrow. “What?” You kept your voice quiet, not wanting to spook whatever tentative peace you’d found. Reaching up to touch your cheek where you knew you had clicker blood drying rapidly, you raised both brows questioningly. “Is there something on my face?”

The soft snort of disbelief he gave felt like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. A charge of something wonderful breaking the tension.

“Come on.” He turned toward the nearest safe house. You could barely hear his next words over the crunch of snow underfoot. “You’re worse than Ellie, I swear.”

Smirking, you closed a bit of the distance between you. “I’ll take that as the compliment it is.”

He groaned, shaking his head as he surveyed the tree line. “I wouldn’t. But…. Do what you want, I guess.” His voice lowered as his face fell down toward the ground. “Lord knows that’s what happened back there.”

You stumbled before stopping. “I’m sorry, what?”

Looking up at the sky, Joel groaned before turning back to face you again. “We can talk about it once we’re in the safe house. You can yell and kick and scream, whatever the hell you wanna do, but only once we’re boarded up for the night.”

Arms coming to cross over your chest, you glared at him. “You mean only once I’m trapped with you in a tinderbox for twelve-ish hours.”

“If that’s how you wanna look at it, that’s fine by me, darlin’.” He turned and began walking again, but you didn’t miss the smirk starting up his face. “Just so long as we get there to look at it.”

Xxx

Stepping into the lodge a few paces behind Joel, you let out a sigh as you let your backpack fall to the floor with a thud.

“Lock the front door, will you?” Joel spoke as he continued away from you, further into the dark room. “I’ll double check the back. Tommy was on patrol last. He may be my brother, but his memory goes about as far as a spark in a snowstorm.”

You wrinkled your brow, pausing in your movement to set your rifle beside the front door. “Come again?”

Joel stopped, turning to face you with a sigh. “He ain’t too bright.” A smirk crawled up his features before he turned back and disappeared into the shadows without a sound.

Shaking your head, you set the rifle the rest of the way down. “I’ll be sure to pass on your sentiments once we’re back in Jackson.” Turning, you secured the front door like he’d asked before making your way over to the log book to sign the two of you in on a coffee table in front of a couch that had seen better days. Lowering to your haunches, you detailed the clicker attack before signing off.

“Do that and I may have to kill ya,” he huffed, coming back into the room with a tight smile.

“You’re joking,” you tried after a minute, hesitant as you watched him settle in for the evening.

He sat on the couch with a groan, his words strained on the sound. “Only one way to find out.”

Pushing on your knees, you got back to your feet and back over to your pack by the front door, shaking your head in amusement. “No thanks. I’m good.”

“You sure?”

With a roll of your eyes, you huffed, leaning against the wall by your bag. “Positive.”

A lopsided smirk turned up his cheek. “Suit yourself.”

Lowering to your haunches to get your sleeping bag out, you glanced up to the large fireplace, seeing a few embers still burning from the last patrol.

Joel followed your gaze. “That should stoke right back up after we add some wood. I’ll take care of it in a minute. Just need a breather after all that…. Nonsense back there.”

You scoffed. “Nonsense?” Setting your bag back on the floor, you stayed lowered down as you stared at him incredulously. “What about me saving your life was ‘nonsense’?”

He pushed off the couch with a grunt, walking toward the fire without another word.

“Joel.” No response. “You said we could talk when we got here.”

“We’ve talked,” he mumbled as he bent over with another grunt, tossing some logs from a pile to the left into the hearth before lowering onto one knee and grabbing a nearby fire poker to better arrange the wood. “Pile’s gettin’ low. We should restock sometime tomorrow….”

“I can’t believe this,” you said under your breath, turning your eyes absently down toward your bag still in your hands.

He sighed heavily, the sound of someone who knows exactly what’s going on, but hell will freeze over before they mention it. “Can’t believe what?”

You matched him note for note. “Nothing.”

He set the fire poker down with a small clatter on the stone of the fireplace, turning to look at you over his shoulder. “No, we’re talking now. Can’t believe what?”

“You, Joel! I can’t believe you!” You’d barely let him finish before you started in, the words practically spilling out before you could think twice to catch them.

He stood to his feet, mouth open about to say something but you didn’t let him get that far. “I saved your life back there, Joel. Your life. Me. You were about to be clicker food, and I got there just in time.” Pointing to the blood still smattered on your cheek, you took a few steps closer to him. “Do you think this is some weird new fashion trend? Did I read about it in Apocalyptic Daily? No. I- Don’t you fucking laugh.”

His growing smile wavered under your stern finger wagging close to his face, the distance between you dwindling. “I’m no-”

“Joel,” you warned, waiting until his face returned to something neutral. “I saved your fucking life, and instead of saying thank you. Instead of a simple nod and moving on…. You blame me. You yell at me.” Taking a step back, your arms hung limply at your sides. “I learned everything I know from you. I get you don’t like looking in the mirror, but don’t try and put that on me. I’m not your reflection.”

Turning to go back to your sleeping bag, you froze at Joel’s voice at your back. “That’s what scares me.”

You should have turned back to face him, but instead you looked down at your hands as you worried them in front of you absently. The silence that settled between you was heavy, stifling…. The only sound coming from the fire beginning to crackle viciously as it roared to life, consuming the new logs.

“I….” Joel’s voice began with a crack, almost blending in with the roar of the fire before he cleared his throat. “It….” He sighed. “I didn’t mean anything against you,” he finally said lowly, saying each word clearly, practically chewing on them as they came out. “It just- I saw them, then you-”

Finally turning back to him, you let out a huff. “That’s what I don’t get, Joel. You saw them. Clickers have never caused you to-”

“No. Not the clickers.” He wouldn’t meet your eyes. Finally he said softly, “Them.”

You didn’t understand until his eyes pulled back up to yours, a level of pain you’ve never seen before hidden deep underneath.

Everyone has someone they’ve lost. That’s just a fact of the times now. This new world you all lived in showed no mercy to the ones left behind. The survivors were given nothing to stand on but broken hopes and dreams, shattered memories, and fractured hearts.

And from the look in Joel’s eyes, the rest of him was in absolute pieces on the ground. He had no lower to fall. But somehow the thought of you hurt gave him room to go further still, practically dragging him through the mud he was already stuck in.

“Oh.”

It’s all you can say. It’s all you can think to say. And it’s enough, the corner of his mouth ticking up just slightly.

“Thank you, Joel. I…. I’m fine.” He offered you the smallest nod to let you know he heard you. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he cut in. “I…. I don’t handle my feelin’s well. ‘Least that’s what Ellie tells me. And Tommy. ….You…. Couple other folks‘ve mentioned it once or twice.”

Laughing softly, you went back to your sleeping bag, finally getting to set it up by the fire. “You must be tired, your Texan is slippin’,” you teased. Looking up, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, making you smile.

“Uh-oh,” he joked. “Next thing it’ll be the twang.”

Groaning playfully, you said, “Not the twang!”

He nodded, smiling softly. “Then it’s a bunch of ain’ts and y’alls, and probably a few sayings that’ll confuse you more than anything….”

You smirked. “Like a spark in a snowstorm?”

He smiled, a small but genuine thing, setting his sleeping bag near yours. “Nah, that’s just me.”

“I see,” you nodded in understanding, chuckling when he groaned as he lowered down to sit on his sleeping bag, close to the fire. “Get some sleep, Tex. I’ll take first watch.”

He turned to you, eyes alert but lids getting heavier by the minute the longer he sat by the warmth of the flames. “You sure?”

You smiled a genuine smile for the first time tonight. “Positive.”

A lopsided smirk turned up his cheek as he tucked into his sleeping bag with a satisfied sigh. “Suit yourself.”

Xxx

The wind howled outside the lodge, another layer of snow piling on top of all it could touch. Shadows from the flames danced over the room, painting it in crimson hues and hidden secrets just begging you to go explore.

Walking over to a mirror that barely reflected anymore, you wiped the last of the clicker blood off your face before settling back in over near the fire. After eating some jerky and a few pieces of fresh bread you’d traded for back in Jackson, you fed a few more logs to the fire before you sat beside it with your back to the wall. Watching Joel as he slept, you couldn’t help but smile, his snoring the only competition to the raging storm outside.

He began to mutter every now and again in his sleep, words you couldn’t quite make out, not quite gibberish, but still unintelligible all the same. They quickly devolved into moans, sounds of fear and pleading tumbling out of his mouth in rapid succession.

The pain, the anguish, whatever he was seeing behind his eyelids was not a place you’d want to visit. Walking over as quickly as you could, you knelt beside him soundlessly, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “Joel?”

No response.

Gripping him a bit tighter, you said his name a little louder. “Joel?”

Nothing. He was beginning to move around in his sleeping bag like he was trying to get away from something in his dream.

Giving his shoulder a gentle shake, you tried again. “Jo-”

His eyes shot open, and suddenly he was above you, your back to the floor with the air knocked out of you, a knife pressed dangerously close to your throat.

You watched as he took deep rapid breaths, but you didn’t dare to move. “You were dreaming, Joel,” a whisper was all you could manage before you cleared your throat softly. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

After another minute, he pulled back away from you, tucking the knife into his boot, and offering you a hand to pull you up.

Taking his hand, you studied him closely once you got to your feet. “Want to talk about it?”

“Nope.” He didn’t even let you get the question all the way out before he answered while dropping your hand so quickly you’d think you’d burned him. His eyes were on the floor as he gave a gentle shake of his head, hands on his hips while he took a few aimless steps in front of the fire.

“Okay,” you drug the word out, brows narrowed. “I’m sorry. Go back to sleep. There’s still a few more hours before we need to change shifts.”

Nodding, he wordlessly got back in his sleeping bag, turning so his back was to you.

Waiting to listen to his snoring once again, you quietly rifled through your backpack, pulling out a book you’d found to read on a recent supply run, and a crossword puzzle book that had been tucked away behind some old magazines at an abandoned gas station.

Smiling down at both of them, nostalgia began to wash over you. The book was some trashy romance thing, not really your style, but these days you couldn’t really be picky. Back before everything you’d had a massive collection of both books to read and puzzle books, not to mention all the pens and pencils your heart desired to fill them out. But they often just were added to your shelf and never touched again, saved for later, when there was more time, until one day all that time caught up with the entire world.

“That reminds me.”

Joel’s soft voice made you whip your head up, startled out of your walk down memory lane. He’d rolled over just enough to face you, his body still angled away from you. Meeting his eyes, a silent apology was exchanged between you before he went on.

“I…. I found a stash of books on a run the other day. Great condition. Couldn’t remember what type you like to read-”

“I’m not picky,” you cut in, making him smile.

“Yes you are, but I know what you mean.” His lips twitched higher under your playful glare. “Anyway, I brought them back. They’re at my house just gatherin’ dust.”

“Don’t you want them? Or Ellie?”

He shook his head, rolling over to fully face you with a soft groan, his sleeping bag crinkling as he did. “She’s already read them cover to cover. Told me they probably weren’t, ah…. My thing.”

“What, are they smutty or something?”

“No,” he grumbled, pulling his sleeping bag tighter around his neck and chin as he snuggled in, almost looking like he was trying to hide. “But a few of them were romance, I guess, and that girl thinks she’s so funny.”

His eyes flew up to you when you couldn’t contain the chuckle that had been bubbling in your chest anymore. Holding your hands up in surrender, you tried to swallow it down. “Sorry. I just…. What is that supposed to even mean?”

Joel grunted, unamused as he remembered Ellie’s words. “I dunno. Somethin’ ‘bout how I’m old as dirt and dirt doesn’t need no love and affection, I don’t know, half the stuff that comes out of her mouth confuses me.”

You were laughing so hard no sound was coming out, your hand clutched to your stomach in an attempt to keep the loud ugly laughs from coming next. Head thrown back, you leaned to the side where you sat on the floor, almost falling all the way over.

“It’s not that funny,” Joel complained, soft laughter betraying his grumbles.

“That girl’s got your number, Joel.”

He smiled fondly, looking at nothing in particular. “And I don’t even mind.”

The sun had begun to come up, trying to warm the world back up after a night of ice. The sky was turning shades of purple and soft oranges, with a light pink starting through the higher windows as the sun began to paint the clouds in vibrant hues.

“Well, since I’m already up, how about we just sit and watch the sunrise,” Joel offered before he yawned. “Give all that snow some time to settle before we try to go outside.”

You nodded, handing him some jerky, and after a moment of consideration, your last piece of bread, before getting up to tend the fire once more.

“It was…. I was relivin’ that night…. Again.”

Joel spoke softly as you kneeled in front of the fire, adding new logs and rearranging them with the poker. He kept doing that, speaking deep, dark thoughts only when your back was turned. Deciding the fire needed a lot more tending than you originally thought, you stayed where you were and listened.

“I don’t know if you know…. You probably don’t, dunno how you would, now that I think about it….” You let him ramble softly as you mindlessly poked the logs with the prodder. “The night,” he cleared his throat, his voice coming back slightly stronger but just as soft. “The night everything broke down was my birthday.”

Beginning to turn and look at him over your shoulder, you froze when you saw him stiffen slightly, turning your attention back to the flames. It’s incredibly hot this close to the source, sweat trickling down your spine, but it’s a small price to pay for the words beginning to flow over you like cool water. Something about them a noticeable weight being lifted from Joel’s shoulders, and that’s entirely worth the heat licking at your front.

“Tommy and I got out, just barely…. We had to take a few detours to get out of town, but we just made it. We had to drive by a…. A family on the side of the road. Sarah wanted to help them, but I didn’t want to chance it. Didn’t know exactly what was goin’ on, but knew I didn’t want it anywhere near my…. Near her.”

“Sarah?” You asked quietly after a moment of silence, turning your head just slightly his way so he knew you were still listening.

“My daughter,” he finally got out, voice breaking slightly. “She, um…. She didn’t make it.”

You hung your head, eyes shut tight. “Joel…. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah. That’s what everyone says,” he grumbled, shifting his weight as he finally looked away from you and out the windows at the brightening sky.

Finally turning to face him fully, setting the fire poker down, you moved to sit a few feet from him. “No, I mean it, Joel. I can’t imagine. I’ve seen friends get infected, but not my own family, that must’ve been-”

“Didn’t get infected,” he said simply, staring out the window, the food you’d given him still in his hands, giving him something to do as he fiddled with it absently.

You cocked your head to the side. “I thought-”

“She died,” he looked at you with wide unfeeling eyes, completely detached as he continued, and it was slightly frightening, making you lean back from him just a bit. “But not from this whole mess,” he gestured around in a circle with one finger. “The military was trying to keep things contained. Detained us on the edge of town. We…. I told him we weren’t sick, but- He got orders saying it didn’t matter, and…. I guess less bodies to get infected means less infected.”

Your eyes were brimming with tears, one falling as you blinked.

“Took the shot, I tried to twist away, take the brunt, but….” His eyes filled with emotion once again, like a dam had burst, his face twisting like it was trying to contain them. “Clipped me good, but Sarah, she….” He stopped and took a shuddering breath, closing his eyes before looking at you. “Sorry, I don’t, uh, I don’t talk about this much.”

“I don’t blame you.”

He looked down at his hands where they held the food tightly, his knuckles going white with the effort, and sighed. Releasing them gingerly, he set it off to the side before turning his focus back on you. “I can count on one hand the amount of times I have, it’s just too-”

“I know,” you cut him off, reaching across your lap and taking his hand in yours. “Thank you for trusting me enough to be among those few.” Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you smiled softly.

Joel nodded. “Figured if we were gonna be partners, you’d keep seein’ the nightmares, and it’s only fair you know why.”

You smirked. “Even after all that nonsense yesterday, you still wanna be my partner?”

“Don’t push it,” he warned playfully.

Holding your hands up once again in surrender, you leaned back, resting on your palms. “Fine. But I will take those books you mentioned, thank you very much.”

“Fine, fine. When do you want me to drop them by?”

“I’ll come pick them up after we get back on my way home.”

“Your boyfriend ain’t waitin’ on you to get home?”

“Boyfriend?”

“The one from the bar the other day. Threatened my life if you got hurt on patrol.” His voice lowered to something dark but amused. “That was real cute.”

“Oh. Him.” You sat up straight, bringing your hands to your lap and staring at them as you worried the tips of your fingers absently.

Joel huffed in amusement. “Yeah. He got a name?”

Scrunching up your face like you’d eaten something sour, you looked up at Joel through your lashes. “Liam.”

Nodding, Joel mirrored your earlier posture and leaned back on his palms with a soft grunt. “Now I know who to come after if you ever show up cryin’.”

Dropping your hands to the floor with a soft thud, you lifted your gaze to stare at him straight on, your brows flat and unamused. “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

Meanwhile his brows shot up near his hairline. “No?”

Eyes falling back down to your lap again, you began tracing the patterns in the worn wooden boards of the floor, stabbing a large knot by your knee with your finger. “No, it’s…. It was a casual thing.” You shrugged. “We went on one date at the bar and it was just…. Nothin' there.” When Joel didn’t immediately reply, you looked up to find him smirking at you, making you huff.

“He didn’t think so.”

“What?” You deadpanned.

The smirk had turned to a shit eating grin. “Boy’s smitten.”

You rolled your eyes, and hung your head. “Shut up.”

“I don’t blame him.”

Popping your head up, you watched him with narrowed eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s not gonna work.” You got to your feet, walking over toward the large windows that sat high off the ground offering an overlook of the valley below, just beginning to show up in the growing twilight. Arms crossed over your chest, you tried to contain your rapidly beating heart, hoping your partner wouldn’t notice.

Joel was beside you in an instant, catching you off guard. He’d been aloof all night, only speaking when your back was turned it seemed, but now…. Now he was looking at you with a warmth in his eyes that made you feel like you were right next to the fire all over again. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end, and a chill ran down your spine. Looking away from him and back out the window, you tried to ignore the fluttering sensation in your gut as you felt his eyes studying your face from the side.

“And why is that?” Had his voice suddenly gotten lower? Was that possible?

You shrugged. “There’s no…. Spark. He’s a nice guy, it just…. It’s not for me.”

“Ah. A spark in a snowstorm. Gotcha.”

You rolled your eyes at Joel’s smirk.

“Sure.”

Joel reached out, tracing his knuckle down the length of your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When had he gotten so close?

“What about you, Joel?”

“What about me, darlin’?”

He’d called you that a handful of times, but this time felt different. Everything felt different. Since yesterday, since the nonsense, something had shifted between you, and it felt…. Electric. It was like looking at the sun, something you probably shouldn’t do- testing the waters with your patrol partner- but he was making it too damn difficult.

Before you could just keep your distance, shoot the breeze, shit talk like the rest of ‘em, but now…. Now you noticed one too many things you liked about him, and looking at the sun or not, you weren’t inclined to look away.

Then again, you’d known him for a few months now, not well, just enough to know he was a good man. He had secrets like everyone, but that was to be expected in this day and age. Always had people around him, but never quite looked like he wanted to be there. Not like when he was with Tommy or Ellie. So when it came time for you to step up and fill a spot on patrol, and it was up to him to teach you the basics, you kept your distance. If he liked a more solitary life, that was fine. Not your place to force people on him. In fact, that was something you understood intimately.

You’d never asked him about his home situation, his past…. You shut down anyone gossiping around you about him. It wasn’t anyone’s damn business what the new guy was like, what he did yesterday, what he said about- what was this, high school?

So when he’d sidled up to you at the bar the last few weeks to share a shot of the good stuff in silence, maybe a comment or two about the weather, nothing had shocked you more. Okay, one thing had shocked you more. He was voluntarily sitting next to you, while Ellie and Tommy were across the bar.

You’d caught a glimpse of the sun.

And you were willing to get burned.

“No one I need to worry about when I drop by for those books?”

“Like who?”

“Now you’re just bein’ a shit,” you grumbled, ignoring his slight smirk as he continued to lightly trace the length of your arm with his knuckles. “No one special waitin’ for you?”

“Special?”

“Joel Miller, don’t make me get my gun.” He chuckled. “Besides Ellie, are there any other women I need to worry about who just may shoot me for knocking on their man’s door? No girlfriend? Wife?”

He snorted a laugh, gently shaking his head. “I know we haven’t known each other long, but I hoped you knew me better than that.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, softening when he saw your head tilted in question. “No. No one.”

“Good.” You nodded, laughing softly when he tilted his head in question like you had. “I don’t have to plot any mysterious disappearances….” His head straightened. “I’m kidding, Joel.”

“No, you’re not.”

Looking down your nose at him, the corner of your mouth twitched up. “I guess you’ll never know.”

“Hmmmm….” He hummed distractedly, watching his hand trace up your arm once again slowly. “What I do want to know is more about this Liam….”

You groaned, tossing your head back to look at the ceiling. “Back to this?”

“Does he just not understand how to give you what you want?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, and crackled like the fire.

The further Joel spoke, the more his accent began to slip again, and it made something lurch in your stomach with each drawl. Yes, from the little bit of Texas, but mostly because you knew that meant he was relaxing again, getting comfortable. That thought made your stomach flip all on its own.

Swallowing roughly, you stared out the window, your own voice sounding like sandpaper. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Stepping closer, the distance between you gone, he sealed his front along your side, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he spoke. “Messy. Something that’s all teeth and tongue, hands ‘n need. Somethin’ desperate.” He nipped at your ear quickly before releasing it, making you take in a sharp gasp.

His hands began to slowly circle around your hips as you leaned into him, and you felt a smile turn up his face as he leaned into your hair. “You should be with someone who’s going to take care of you. Make sure you feel good at least once, if not twice,” he angled his lips back to hover over your ear once again. “Maybe more, before even thinkin’ about himself.”

He traced lazy patterns along your hip bones, his fingers dipping dangerously low with each new swirl. “Then again, if you’re with a man who likes to eat, thinkin’ ‘bout himself is in your best interest.” He chuckled over the words.

“What next?” You somehow managed to get out.

He sighed deeply, his chest pressing into you with the effort. “After that a good man, someone you’d be glad to find yourself in that position with, no pun intended, would make sure to…. rise to the occasion-”

“Let me guess. No pun intended?” You smiled, your eyes closed.

“Oh, pun absolutely intended,” he muttered into your neck, smiling against the skin as he maneuvered your back to rest against his chest. “In a perfect world, you’d be with someone who’d make sure your needs were met before their own, and would take their time doin’ it….” One of his hands moved lightly across your collarbone before resting there, holding you firmly to him as he mumbled in your ear once again. “But somethin’ tells me you’d feel so good, even the best men might have some trouble makin’ it that far.”

He’d been talking only when your back was turned all night, and technically now nothing had changed except the proximity. But this was something you could get used to, you thought, as a grin worked its way up your face, his warm breath teasing at your ear giving you a surge of confidence.

“A perfect world, huh?” Your voice was as breathless as you felt. “Too bad that was all shot to hell twenty odd years ago….”

“Who says we can’t try to make our own little slice of heaven?” Joel’s voice rumbled against your skin as he tucked into your neck, his new favorite spot to land. “Jackson exists, right? Can’t something a little more…. Closer to home?” His hands found their way back to your hips.

An airy laugh tumbled out of your lips before you could catch it. “And what about these best men you mentioned? The ones who might still have some trouble?”

His lips turned up against your skin, the scrape of his facial hair something new to add to a growing list of things you liked about this man. “What about ‘em?”

Before you could ask if he’s one of them, you’re startled by a rhythmic knocking on the front door, making you groan and roll your eyes. “Great timing.”

Joel chuckled into your neck as you leaned your weight back into him, his hands coming back up to rest on your waist.

“You guys okay in there?” Tommy’s voice sounded through the front door.

“Just fine, Tommy,” Joel yelled back, making you groan again and turn into his chest, tucking your face into his neck, smiling when you felt his shoulders shake in silent laughter. His arms still around you pulled you tight.

“We came to dig you out. Storm really dropped a lot this time. Should have you out soon.”

“You couldn’t’ve waited a few hours?” Joel groused, just loud enough to be heard by his brother, the smile evident in his tone, and you could feel the upturn of his lips against your hair where he rested.

After a moment of silence that practically radiated attitude, you could feel Tommy’s eye roll. “Well, I guess? I mean, sure. I’ll just leave you here for the next however long until the next patrol is set to come through- that’s what- a week? More?”

“About three days give or take,” you called through the door. “Least that’s what we’ve been doing for clicker sightings the last few times.”

“Clickers?” Tommy breathed, then let out a low, hissed, “Shit.” His voice turned away from the door, followed by a hollow thud of something- you assumed a shovel- thumping against the wooden barrier, forgotten at the mention of infected. “Somebody, take my horse and go back to town! It’s the fastest of all of ‘em. Tell Maria we need to rearrange the patrol schedule. We’ve got clickers over here.” All was silent for a long moment before Tommy’s voice came back angrier, still speaking away from the door. “No volunteers? Fine. You. Pretty boy. What’s your name?”

You groaned when a familiar voice weakly said, “Liam.”

Joel’s grip on your waist tightened, his chest vibrating with a low laugh that only grew louder when you pulled back slightly to look at him and reached up to playfully slap his shoulder.

“What?” He whispered, the sound bouncing over restrained laughter.

“You know what,” you narrowed your eyebrows at him, despite the grin crawling up your face.

Tommy’s voice was a bit further away, but just as loud as he had begun to yell. “I don’t care if they saw clickers yesterday, this is now! You ride, and you ride fast back to Jackson. The town is countin’ on you.”

“Mighty fine man, that Liam.”

You rolled your eyes at Joel's mumbled comment.

Liam said something but was too far away and quiet to be heard. Another voice piped up, female, and something about it made you think of the few times you’d talked to Ellie. A small argument broke out, finally interrupted by Tommy yelling again.

“Enough! Liam, give the reins to Dina. You wanna whine and bitch about maybe possibly seein’ some infected? Meanwhile she’s just loading her gun. That’s all I wanna hear about it.” The pump action of a shotgun was heard. “Ahhhh, music to my ears.”

You snorted a laugh.

“Maybe, if you ask nicely, Dina will let you ride with her and hold your hand if things get too scary.”

Laughter went around the group outside, along with the female voice you took to be Dina muttering a soft but sarcastic, “Come on, princess. I’ll even let you ride in the back.” Which set off a whole new wave of laughter.

Grumbled curses came from Liam as the group continued to chuckle.

“No?” Dina asked in an amused tone. “Suit yourself, then.” The crunch of snow under a horse's feet came close to the door, Dina getting straight to the point once they stopped. “Where did you see the clickers?”

“Took them out by the old creek,” Joel answered, pulling you closer to him. You weren’t sure he even realized he was doing it. “Near the toy store. There were three of ‘em.”

“Any signs of more?”

Joel brought one hand up to massage between his eyes. “Couldn’t stick around to find out, the sun was settin’. Had to get here. Sorry.”

She sighed. “Okay. Thanks!”

“Be careful!” You called to her.

“Aren’t I always?” Her tone was playful as the horse began to back away from the front door.

“No,” Tommy and Joel said in unison.

Dina laughed loudly before encouraging her mount to move faster. The sound of a horse quickly accelerating into a gallop drowned out the last of the laughter from the group as the footfalls rapidly faded into the distance toward Jackson.

“Hey. Pretty boy.” Tommy said after a moment, someone grumbling at him in response.

“Liam,” the voice corrected angrily.

“Yeah, I’m not calling you that,” the younger Miller said offhandedly before continuing on, making you choke on a laugh. “Go sit under that tree and think about what you did.”

“A time out? Really?” Liam’s disbelieving tone was dry, making you scoff slightly, Joel shaking his head as his hand came back to massage the bridge of his nose again.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em,” he mumbled sarcastically.

“Oh yeah? What’s that say about you, Tex?”

Joel pulled his hand away from his face just a few inches, enough to glare down at you with knit eyebrows before raising one skeptically. “Like I said,” he mumbled, his voice a heavy drawl but sincere. “You know how to pick ‘em.”

You heard the rustle of clothing on the other side of the door from Tommy’s direction. “Would you prefer I do it my way?” And you could just picture Tommy showing off his belt lined with weapons under his coat- not that he’d ever use them like he’s suggesting, but if you’re on the wrong end of a Miller, you don’t know that. They’re terrifying sometimes- probably with a smirk. “Didn’t think so. No, I think you’d much prefer my wife’s less invasive methods.” He let out a heavy sigh. “Plus, we need someone to keep watch. Anyone gets hurt while it’s your shift? Well, even my wife don’t take kindly to that. So I’d make sure to stay extra awake if I were you.”

Tommy grumbled something about showing up with a hangover and damn newbies. “The rest of you, start digging.”

“That idiot lets anything happen to the group….” Joel began in a warning tone, muttering next to your ear.

“He’s dull, he’s not dumb, Joel.”

“Thought he had a chance with you, I’d say that’s dumb.”

With a heavy sigh, you tucked back into Joel’s chest. “Of course you would, Joel. Of course you would.”

“Anyway,” Tommy’s voice was back on the other side of the door once again, muffled but back to being pointed at the two of you, followed by the scrape of the shovel handle on the wood as he picked it back up. “Like I said, I’d leave ya here, ya fucker, but I’m really not interested in incurrin’ the wrath of a certain teenaged redhead back in town, so…. No. Sorry, Joel. You gotta come with me.”

“What about me?” You asked, feeling like starting some shit for absolutely no reason.

“What?” Tommy’s confused tone made you chuckle.

“You said Joel’s gotta come but what about me? Does nobody care what happens to poor little ole-”

“I care,” the younger Miller defended through the door. “Hell, you make the best goddamn scrambled eggs I’ve ever had.”

“So you only want me for my food, huh?”

There was a pause. “Joel?”

The man in your arms sighed. “Yeah, Tommy?”

“Sort whatever the hell is going on in there out before I get this door open. Please. I’m beggin’ ya.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Joel called back before the sounds of shovels scraping against the snow and ice sounded. Looking down at you, he mumbled, “I care, too, ya know.”

“Yeah, yeah. You just like having a drinking buddy,” you teased. “You Miller men with your food and drinks….” Shaking your head up at him, Joel grinned.

“Now. Tommy says I’ve got to sort you out….”

Leaning close to his face, you smirked as you patted his chest. “Good fucking luck.”

With a sigh, you went to pull back from Joel, but he quickly cinched his grip around you tighter. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”

Looking up at him with an arched brow, another smirk crawled up your face when you saw nothing but amusement and mischief all over his. “I was gonna go pack.”

“We got time,” he drawled in a low, quiet voice, nuzzling his nose along the shell of your ear and into your hair.

“Let me guess, he ain’t too bright?” You mimicked his statement about Tommy from the night before with an extra affected Texan drawl for good measure, making Joel huff before smiling at you.

“Somethin’ like that,” he agreed, leaning in so his nose brushed against yours.

“I may not be too bright, but my hearing is fucking incredible, so fuck you, Joel!”

The two of you froze when Tommy began to speak, breaking out into snickers once he was done hurling insults, your foreheads resting against one another’s.

Reaching a hand up to card through the hair at the nape of his neck, you spoke lowly so only the two of you could hear. “We’ve got time.” Repeating his words, but this time with new meaning, you both grinned at each other and shared a look in understanding.

It may be the end of the world, but this was just the beginning.

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Objection

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : 1995, Billy gets a pretty blue envelope in his mailbox but it wasn't what he was expecting. A wedding invitation to your wedding with your boyfriend that you had been with 4 months after you and Billy broke up.

Warnings : Swearing, steamy ending, virgin!reader -> implied loss of virginity

Word count : 1,937

A/N : I haven't written angst in a little bit but there's fluff and an implied smutty ending :)

He stared at the elegant piece of paper, the gold details, and the light blue mocked him. Your name above your fiance's, Billy was sick to his stomach just looking at it. This was a sick joke right? Why would you invite him to your wedding? This was payback when he said he couldn't see himself marrying you.

He could cry, his throat burned with bile, his eyes burned with unshed tears. He was a stupid teenager, now he's 28 and still stupid but he makes better decisions now.

It's been 2 months since he held the invitation. He sighed as he killed the engine to his Camaro as he looked at the venue. He fixed his blazer before yanking it off, throwing it into his backseat. He tousled his hair around and shook it out a little as he looked at his hoop earring, fixing it a little so that it was straight. He grabbed his cologne and sprayed it on himself, trying to buy himself time.

He got out of the car, Max trailing behind him, tugging at her dress, complaining. "Maxine," he scolded and gently pushed her in front of him. Your mother stood at the door as she greeted guests. She looked at Billy, her smile falling. "What are you doing here," she asked through her teeth. Billy smirked, knowing your mother always disliked him. "I was invited." Max flashed the invitation before putting it in her clutch.

She hummed, "That's a shock considering how badly you hurt her." Billy bit his tongue and hummed, "I was shocked too." Max snickered and he followed her inside and they found their seats, in the middle of your section in the venue. He scanned faces, trying to see if you had invited anyone else from high school, only seeing Tommy and Carol and they sat beside himself and Max. "Hargrove." He laughed as Tommy hit his thigh, "Holy shit, I didn't expect you to be here. I expected you to be up there," he said as he pointed to the altar. Billy hummed, "I did too." He realized months after he broke up with you that he wanted a huge wedding, kids, and everything else, he just wanted you but you slipped through his fingers.

The ceremony began and soon, the groom walked out and Tommy snickered. "Five bucks to tackle him to the ground." Carol popped him in the chest and he winced and rubbed it. "Hey woman, I need entertainment." The four of them softly laughed. The wedding ballad began and everyone stood up as the doors opened, your arm hooked with your father's.

Billy's breath was knocked from his lungs as he looked at you, you looked ethereal in your dress. That should be him at the altar, your last name should be Hargrove instead of whatever your fiance's was, he didn't pay much attention to the name and he sure as hell didn't recognize his face. You walked down the aisle and he held eye contact with you.

You gulped, you knew you shouldn't have listened to Jack, Billy shouldn't have to witness this, you didn't want to be married to anyone but him but you knew he'd never come around to the idea. His eyes glistened as you looked into them, you saw the tears, tears that only you had ever seen. At this moment, being a runaway bride didn't sound half bad, maybe he'd follow you.

Your dad snapped you out of your trance, "Stop looking at him and look at your future husband." You nodded and tore your eyes away from Billy, looking ahead, past Jack, looking at the slight cracks in the wall. You made it to the altar and the ceremony truly began as the officiant began to speak.

Tommy hit Billy's shoulder and leaned over to whisper to him, "Hundred bucks," he flashed him the bill, "to object, look at her, dude. She's miserable." Billy shook his head, "No, now watch." Tommy huffed and the ceremony went on until the officiant looked out.

"Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." You and your fiance looked at the crowd. Billy wiped his hands on his pants and Max looked at him, "Billy no." He glanced at her before standing up and he cleared his throat, his eyes staring into yours, "I object." Your mother looked at him, her jaw dropped along with Jack's mother as they looked at Billy.

The officiant looked at you and Jack before turning to Jack, "Do you wish to proceed with the wedding?" He nodded, "I do." The officiant nodded and looked at you. "Do you wish to proceed with the wedding?" You gulped and shook your head, "No." You eased your hands out of Jack's as you picked up the sides of the dress so you wouldn't fall in front of the nearly 200 people in the crowd.

You walked back down the aisle, Carol and Tommy immediately following you. "What the hell was that," you asked as soon as you all got away from everyone. Tommy shrugged, "I bet him money but he said no. You said no to proceeding." You sighed, "Because I don't want Jack, Tommy. I want Billy but I settled because I knew I'd never get him." He nodded, "I understand." You nodded and Max and Billy walked out of the room as he rolled his eyes at her.

She walked over to you and hugged you, "I'm so sorry he did that." You hushed her, "I said no to proceeding, it's okay. I wasn't going to go through with it anyways." She nodded and pulled away from you. He walked over to where you all were and it was like you fell in love with him all over again hell you weren't sure that you ever fell out of love.

"Can we go talk?" You nodded and led him to the dressing room and locked the door behind him. "I'm sorry." You shook your head, "Don't be. I should be thanking you for saving me the humiliation of saying I don't." He laughed and sat on the felt red couch. "So, why'd you object," you asked as you began to take the jewelry off, placing it on the vanity. "Just felt right." You hummed.

"I know you just said no to a wedding but I want us to give it another chance." You looked at him and softly laughed, "Billy, I'd marry you in Vegas, right now." He smiled, "Really?" You nodded as you took off your engagement ring. "I have two tickets to Cabo, the plane leaves tomorrow afternoon. It's round trip if you want to come with me. I have a hotel for the night as well." He smiled, "Yeah, fuck yeah." You both laughed.

"I'd kiss you but I think you're still engaged." You nodded, "Be back," you said as you rushed out of the door. He laughed as the door shut, smiling down at his hands. You rushed back into the room a few minutes later, "I'm single." He laughed at your happy outburst. "Do you still have the Camaro?" He nodded, "Course I do, that's my second girl." Your heart fluttered, "Who's the first," you asked as you looked through your overnight bag.

"You," you heard in your ear, Billy's hand on your waist, his right hand on the strap of your wedding dress. "Billy," he hummed, taking his hands off you. "Please kiss me." You didn't have to tell him twice. He spun you quickly, one hand going under your chin to tilt your head up as he kissed you. You separated first and placed your head on his chest. "Please don't make me regret this." His hand came up and embraced the back of your head, "I won't, you'll get everything you've ever wanted and more." You smiled and nodded.

You grabbed the duffel bag and he took it from you. "Ready?" You nodded and followed him out of the room. "Tommy, I need you to take Max back to the house. It's still on Cherry Lane." Tommy nodded and Carol winked at you and you laughed and shook your head. You followed Billy out of the doors and to his Camaro. He opened the door for you and placed your bag in the backseat as he began driving after you told him the name of the hotel.

He parked the Camaro in a free space and opened his center console, grabbing a long, black box, one that you recognized from when you were 18. He opened it, the necklace staring at you, his name in blue gems. He saved up so much money for it, you remember him picking up extra shifts so he could buy it. "Has anyone else worn it?" He shook his head, "Definitely not." You smiled and nodded. He took it out of the box and he put it back on you.

"Maybe I'll take you to Vegas soon, get married with Elvis." You laughed, "Missus Hargrove sounds nice." He could have melted into a puddle right then and there. "Well, let's go soon to be Mrs. Hargrove." You laughed and you both got out of the car and he grabbed your bag and his own considering he no longer lived in Hawkins. You both walked inside and you checked into the room.

"Honeymoon suite, fancy." You laughed at Billy as the two of you rode the elevator. You made it to the top floor and he let you out first and he unlocked the door, letting you into the large room first. He placed the bags down and locked the door. "Damn." You laughed at him and finished taking off your jewelry as Billy stood behind you in the mirror, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his new tattoos, the ink decorating his tanned skin.

You took a deep breath as you took the last ring off, a simple ring that your mother had gifted you when the engagement was first announced. "Were you still waiting until marriage?" You nodded, "I was but I'm more than willing to make an exception." He laughed, hands going to your hips, feeling the expensive fabric in his hands. He moved you so you were on his chest and he leaned down and kissed you.

"I love you, you don't have to say it back yet." You looked at him, and squeezed his hand, "I love you too, always have. I'm sure I would've named a baby William." He laughed and held you close to him, looking in the mirror at the two of you. His hand traveled up to the zipper of the dress, pulling it down two inches and stopped, the straps starting to slip down your arms and he kissed the skin as he pressed his hips to your bottom.

"Can I keep going?" You nodded and he pulled it down a few more inches, the breast of the dress slipping down, revealing the intricate white bra, leaving little to the mind despite how angel-like it was. "I say we consummate for our future wedding with Mister Presley." You laughed and quickly nodded.

The room was filled with soft, loving kisses, Billy pressed against you, skin pressed together, souls tied as one, your soft whines and moans of his name amongst expletives, his own groans and moans filled the room as well and the entire time, his hand never left yours, lips barely leaving your skin as he marked you as his, til death do you part.

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