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bi-writes · 3 months ago

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What if 👀 what if we see when john proposes to the missus (is it too soon 😭) 🤩 they also live in my mind 24/7 you’re 🫵🏻 gonna be drowning in my asks

the key turns in the lock, nice and smooth this time. john oiled it before he left—he wanted this when he came, some sort of reminder that his hand has been here, in this house, so branded into its integrity that even the hinges no longer creak because he's made his nest here. (18+)

when he swings open the door, he doesn't recognize the sight.

you're sitting at the kitchen table with a sour expression on your face. there's a candle lit in the center, only one since the other has melted, so much so the wax is pooled underneath it next to the roast that's long since cold on its serving platter. there's glass of wine in front of you that's nearly empty, and a bottle within reach just as light.

john sucks on teeth a little as he drops his duffel bag by the door. the sound makes you flinch, and when he drops heavily into the seat across from you, he doesn't even react at the velvet box that sits on the table.

instead, he picks up his fork and starts to serve himself.

your eyes flick up to look at him, but he's too busy piling up meat and potatoes onto his plate. he takes off his hat and tosses it onto the table, and you scowl at the sight—you complain over and over again about that filthy fucking hat, and he has the nerve to set it down on the table like he's the one that's been working all day on a roast, molten chocolate lava cake, and tender mashed potatoes.

"you're late," you say. your voice croaks, hitching with your swallowed-down emotion. john takes his gloves off, tossing them beside the hat, and when he starts to undo the latches on his tact vest, you pick up your steak knife and pierce it right through the oak table. "don't you dare put that shit on my table."

"our table."

"oh, now you wanna chime in?"

john runs a few hands over his face. he looks tired. his beard is scruffy, more than usual, and the darkness under his eyes is heavy. his eyes aren't as bright as they normally are around you, and you find the tension in his shoulders to be especially wound. you don't care what he's gone through to get back to this table. maybe he fell out of a helicopter. maybe a bullet whizzed past his head and nearly splattered his brains. you don't fucking care—john price is sitting in front of you and eating the food you made and pretending like everything is just fine.

he laughs. it's humorless, but it angers you anyway. he's condescending; it's in his nature. when you question the way of things, when you try to put your foot down—you would punch him, but he'd ease out of the way, effortless, and it would annoy you greatly. then he'd probably take your wrists and pin them behind your back with one hand, and he'd smile doing it, because he's so much bigger than you, so much stronger. he kills people for less, it takes no effort to stifle the woman that shares his bed. everything is funny to him—everything is cute.

asshole.

"where'd you find tha'?" john asks. he doesn't look at it, but you know what he's talking about. you pick up the velvet box and pop it open. the ring blinds you. it must be at least three carats, a gorgeous thing, surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds around the band. it glitters, stunning, and if you were a stupider woman, you would've been wearing it already, but you're not.

"i found it when i was going through your shit," you spit at him. you tip your glass back and swallow down the rest of your wine. it goes down hot. "packing it for you."

"we goin' on a trip?"

"you certainly are."

john clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. he finally brings his eyes up to meet yours, and he brings a hand up to scratch at his beard.

"not leaving."

you laugh, too, smiling, bitter.

"i wasn't asking, john. but if you don't want your stuff, whatever. i'm sure it'll burn just fine."

john shoves his plate away from him, scooting his chair back. you expect him to get up, to come towards you. you expect him to grip you by the throat and bend you over the table so he can fuck you next to the extravagant meal you've made, but instead he huffs as you hear his belt buckle clink.

"what the fuck are you doing?" you scoff. john hums, grunting low, and then you watch with parted lips as he spits into the palm of his hand and lowers it. it's only a moment before he sighs deeply, a wet slick, slick, slick following the movement of his arm. "are you fucking serious?"

"mmm..." john clenches his jaw. "'s been awhile, love." he cracks his neck as he moves it from side to side, fixing his eyes on you as he moves his arm a little quicker. your lips tremble angrily, but you can't help the way you shift in your seat. your free hand plays with the hem of your skirt, and he rolls his shoulders back, licking his lips. "show me."

"fuck you."

"in a minute, love. show me."

you're shaking with anger. it's hot in your chest, making you buzz, but it doesn't stop your hands. it doesn't stop them from feeling over the collar of your blouse before you carefully undo the top buttons. john relaxes as he watches the fabric fall loose, and he hums knowingly when you drop the blouse and unclasp your bra.

your tits fall with a bounce. you're ashamed at how easy it is, to fall right back into the place you swore you would never go again. john groans, moving his chair back further, and you squeeze your thighs together as you watch his thick hand tug at his rigid cock with more and more of a chaotic rhythm.

"come 'ere."

"no."

"come here," john mutters. he says it in that way—that way you know that he won't ask again. he won't have to.

you stand on doe legs. they wobble, and you use the table as leverage, and when you make it in front of him, john pushes you until you're sitting on the edge of the table, right next to his half-eaten plate and his dirty gear. you flinch as he stands, stepping between your thighs, and you kiss as the tip of him presses against your drooling cunt. your legs rise, knees hooking around his hips, and john licks over his teeth as he keeps stroking himself.

"we've been over this," john growls. "haven't we, sweetheart?"

"i hate you."

"this is mine," john says into your ear. "your cunt. this house. this food—it's mine, and you know tha'. you love puttin' up a bloody brawl, i know tha', love, so i take it, but you won't be rid of me until i'm dead, y'hear tha'?"

"fuck you—"

"ugh—" john hisses. "gonna make me fuckin' come, love—"

john laughs through breathy moans when he feels you're wearing no knickers. sopping, pretty pussy just waiting for him—in his house, with his girl, the one that's about to have his name.

"john—"

his grip on your thighs is bruising as he pushes into you. just the tip, just enough to drive you insane, just in time for him to spill inside of you and fill you with a dizzying amount of cum. hot, sticky, messy—john's never been very good at cleaning up his messes. he seems to like it that way. he seems to like it ruined and overstimulated and begging.

he presses his forehead to yours, grunting as he pushes further inside of you. you'll ruin the wood underneath you being so wet, but john will fix it.

"when are y'gonna learn?" john murmurs. "hmm?"

"john..."

there is no john without you. you could run, but he'd find you. you could change the locks, but it wouldn't stop him from coming home. you could throw all of his things out, burn them, shred them, bury them, but he has no real ties to anything as trivial as things. john is a fixture in the air here. he lives in the wood that makes up the house. he's in your breaths that taste like cigar smoke. he's inside of you, hot, in the bruises that line your collarbone and your thighs and your hips. john is a rigid, immutable hook that is dug so far into your fleshy insides that it would be suicide to remove him from yourself.

he's a weed you cannot rid yourself of. you pick him out by the root, but he always comes back.

he kisses you like that—tits out, cunt drooling, engagement ring tossed aside just out of reach. you think he meant for you to find it. either as a result of your morbid curiosity or your temper tantrums—john probably figured whichever came first would be good enough.

he would never propose to you. you know this.

why the fuck would he ask you about something that's already a given?

in the morning, you're alone with your thoughts, watching the ring sparkle in the early sunlight. your hand is rested on his chest, moving with the gentle rise and fall of his breaths. you turn your hand over and stare at the thing—you aren't someone who's into material things so much. you appreciate them, but something about this new reality of yours makes you stare a little harder at the diamond, question the clarity just a little. you hope it made a huge dent in that wallet of his; you hope he gritted his teeth a little when he handed over his card.

you'll make his bank account weep. you're mrs. john fucking price.

#captain john price #john price #john price x reader #john price x you #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #price thoughts #john price smut

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midnight-shadow-cafe · 3 months ago

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Soft Spots

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, grumpy-soft Simon, cat adoption, reader being a little mischievous, domestic vibes, light cursing, Simon reluctantly becoming a cat dad.

Author's Note: I have cat dad Simon brain rot so… yeah

Summary: You drag Simon to an animal shelter, thinking you’ll be the one to choose a pet. But when a grumpy, battle-scarred tomcat and an energetic little kitten catch his eye, Simon unexpectedly becomes a cat dad. And maybe, just maybe, you realize that the two little furballs aren’t so different from the two of you.

Masterlist | Part 2

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You had been working on Simon for weeks.

Ever since you passed the animal shelter with its brightly colored sign reading Adopt, Don’t Shop! and its adorable display of kittens in the window, you had been determined to bring a cat into your lives. Simon, however, had been resistant.

“Too much work,” he grumbled the first time you brought it up.

“You literally take care of me,” you shot back.

He had given you a deadpan look, arms crossed. “You’re already enough of a handful.”

Yet, despite his stubborn refusal, here you were—standing in the middle of the shelter, surrounded by cages, the air filled with the sounds of purring, meows, and the occasional yowl.

Simon stood beside you, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, his mask covering the lower half of his face. His eyes flicked over the various cats, unreadable as ever.

You expected yourself to be the one to choose. But then—

“This one,” Simon muttered.

You blinked, turning to see him crouched in front of a large metal cage. Inside sat a scruffy-looking gray tomcat with thick fur, a torn ear, and piercing yellow eyes. His expression was pure judgment.

“Wait—really?” you asked, stunned.

Simon barely glanced at you, still engaged in a silent staring contest with the cat. “Yeah.”

You stared at the cat—who stared right back with the same unimpressed energy as Simon.

“Well,” you said, crossing your arms. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised you picked the grumpiest one here.”

Before Simon could respond, something small and fast darted across the cage—a fluffy white kitten with bright blue eyes. She tumbled right into Smokey’s side, letting out a high-pitched meow.

The older cat huffed but, instead of swatting her away, immediately started grooming her, licking her tiny head with exaggerated, slow strokes. The kitten let out a delighted purr and pressed closer, practically glued to his side.

“Oh my God.” You clutched Simon’s arm, eyes wide.

He stiffened slightly. “What?”

“They love each other. We can’t separate them.”

Simon exhaled through his nose. “We’re here for one cat.”

“You were here for one cat,” you corrected, still staring at the duo. The tiny kitten—whom you had already mentally named Beans—was now happily nuzzling against Smokey’s belly. Smokey, despite his grumpy demeanor, curled a protective paw around her.

It was too much. Your heart was melting into a puddle right then and there.

“Simon,” you said seriously, turning to him with wide, pleading eyes. “Look at them. That’s his baby.”

Simon hesitated. He turned back to the cage, watching the way Smokey let out a long-suffering sigh but continued to let the kitten crawl all over him.

A long silence stretched between you.

Finally, with a resigned sigh, Simon muttered, “...Fine.”

You beamed. “You’re gonna be the best cat dad.”

He shot you a look. “Don’t push it.”

—

Bringing them home was chaos.

Smokey took to the apartment like a battle-hardened veteran. He strode into each room with cautious, calculated steps, sniffing everything with a skeptical expression before settling himself on the couch like he owned the place.

Beans, meanwhile, was a whirlwind of pure energy.

She zoomed across the living room, her tiny paws skidding against the hardwood floor as she crashed into furniture legs, meowed at nothing, and repeatedly attempted to jump onto the couch—only to fall back down every time.

You watched, covering your mouth to stifle a giggle. “She’s like a menace in a tiny package.”

Simon, standing beside you with his arms crossed, let out a quiet huff. “Yeah. Reckon Smokey’s regrettin’ his life choices.”

As if on cue, Beans tried—and failed—to jump onto the couch yet again. She let out a tiny, frustrated squeak. Smokey, clearly unimpressed, simply reached down, grabbed her scruff, and pulled her up himself.

Your heart melted.

“Oh my God,” you whispered. You turned to Simon, eyes sparkling. “That’s you.”

Simon blinked. “What?”

“You and Smokey. Both grumpy, both act like you don’t care—but secretly, you’re soft.” You gestured at Beans, who was now gleefully kneading into Smokey’s side. “And she’s me. Clingy, loud, and never leaves you alone.”

Simon exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re not that bad.”

You grinned, nudging him. “Admit it. You love me.”

His arm slid around your waist, pulling you close. “You’re lucky I do.”

—

Days turned into weeks, and Simon’s resistance crumbled.

He acted like the cats were your responsibility, but you’d walk into the living room only to find him sitting on the floor, one hand absentmindedly scratching behind Smokey’s ear while Beans curled up in his lap.

Or you’d wake up in the middle of the night and see a lump under the blankets, only to pull them back and find both cats curled up against Simon’s chest, his hand resting protectively over Beans.

The real breaking point came when you caught him talking to them.

“Smokey, you let her get away with too much,” he muttered one evening, watching as Beans clambered onto his leg. “Gotta set boundaries, mate.”

Smokey flicked an ear, unbothered.

You leaned against the doorway, smirking. “Giving dad advice now?”

Simon sighed, but there was no real bite to it. “If I don’t, no one will.”

Grinning, you made your way over, sitting beside him on the couch. Beans immediately abandoned Smokey to crawl onto your lap, purring like a motor.

“You know,” you murmured, resting your head against Simon’s shoulder, “I was right. Smokey and Beans are just like us.”

Simon hummed, rubbing slow circles against your hip. “Think so?”

You nodded. “Yeah. You act all tough, but secretly, you’re soft. And me? I’m annoying but impossible to get rid of.”

Simon chuckled. “Never wanted to get rid of you.”

Your heart flipped. You turned to him, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

Simon huffed, amused, but you could feel the warmth in his touch.

As if mirroring the sentiment, Beans let out a tiny, happy chirp and burrowed into your hoodie, while Smokey sprawled lazily against Simon’s side.

Yeah. You had officially turned Simon Riley into a cat dad.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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lynxgriffin · 1 year ago

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Eldritchrune - Dreemurr of Demons

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Asriel ventures back to Hometown while on the trail of trying to find out what happened to Kris, and stumbles across an unusual man who's all too excited to share his demon-warding knowledge! But it's unclear so far whether this knowledge will actually be of help to him...

Yaaay all done with this series back with the Dreemurrs! This one was definitely the longest, but also had some important info! What I'll tackle next is a mystery to me right now...

Alt text for these pages is under the read more:

Page 1 Panel 1: Exterior shot of a back alley in Hometown, with old barrels and boxes stacked behind medieval buildings. Asriel walks down the alley, wearing a striped shirt, glasses and scruffy blond hair, and carrying a large canvas bag over his shoulders. The annoying dog trots happily beside him.

Panel 2: The annoying dog drops his nose to the ground, sniffing at some interesting smell.

Panel 3: The dog bounds off ahead of Asriel to a haphazard collection of trinkets, boxes, jars and displayed charms, all partially covered with colorful cloths. A man is kneeling under one of the tent setups. Asriel walks to catch up with the dog, asking, "What's got your interest this time, dog?"

Panel 4: The man pops up from his odd collection and turns to Asriel with arms spread and a big smile. He has short curly hair, and is dressed in a medieval robe with a cape slung over his shoulders, and bone designs in his sleeve cuffs. He answers, "Just the finest assortment of handmade charms and magical meals made by yours truly, THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" The dog happily circles Papyrus, tail wagging.

Panel 5: Asriel is a bit taken aback by the introduction, but waves in greeting anyway, and responds with "…Oh! Howdy!" The dog sits in front of Papyrus, panting and wagging his tail.

Page 2 Panel 1: Papyrus leans down with a big grin to pet the dog and ruffle its face. "What a bright and clever fellow! Such a sweet face!"

Panel 2: "You're a good, good boy, aren't you?" Papyrus continues. However, the dog glances over to the side, as something has got his attention:

Panel 3: It's one of the charms Papyrus has on display: a large femur bone decorated with paint, beads and feathers.

Panel 4: The dog leaps up and snatches the charm in its mouth. Papyrus looks agape at this thievery, eyes cartoonishly wide. "Wh-HEY! That's my SPECIAL demon-warding charm!"

Panel 5: The dog goes running off further into the alley, the bone still in its mouth. Papyrus shakes his fist at it and yells after it: "You thieving scoundrel! I take back all the nice things I said about you!"

Panel 6: Papyrus quickly turns back to Asriel with a more apologetic look; even now he can't be too mean. He says, "I apologize, I didn't mean to yell at your dog. I'm sure he's normally better behaved!" Asriel waves off the apology with tired bemusement. "No, it's fine. He's not really my dog." Under his breath, he adds, "He just keeps following me around for some reason…"

Panel 7: Papyrus stands back up and gestures to his odd collection. "In any case, you at least are welcome to my little shop-in-the-works!"

Page 3 Panel 1: Papyrus leans in close to Asriel, observing him, and getting a bit into his personal space. "You look a little familiar, though! Are you perhaps related to Mr. Dreemurr?" Asriel nervously adjusts his glasses, and replies, "Heh, yes. I'm Asriel, his son."

Panel 2: Asriel holds up a hand and gives a little sideeye to the alley around them. "But, uh…I actually don't want my parents to know that I'm back in town, so I'd appreciate you keeping quiet about me being here."

Panel 3: Papyrus mirrors that sideeye, hands on his hips, as if recalling some recent incident. "Ahh…I know well the trials of avoiding family. Especially when they decide to try out some terrible new jokes."

Panel 4: Papyrus makes a lip-zipping motion with his hand and mouth. "Not to worry, my lips are sealed!" Asriel smiles back, and says, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Panel 5: A wider shot of the two still standing within Papyrus's collection of tents and trinkets. Papyrus asks, "So, if it's not to see your folks, what brings you back around Hometown?" Asriel glances around them, and replies, "I'm looking for something. Or well…kinda hoping I don't find something here."

Page 4 Panel 1: Papyrus points up one finger, looking as if he's already solved this problem. "If you don't want to find it, then looking for it seems rather counterintuitive!"

Panel 2: Asriel looks a little taken aback by that logic. "Yes, well… Okay you have a point, but…"

Panel 3: Asriel keeps glancing behind him, as if expecting to see someone there. "This is kind of the next step in a trail of research I've been doing."

Panel 4: Papyrus puts a hand to a chest and puffs himself up, imitating his heroic poses from Undertale. "Well, if your research involves handmade charms and tasty foods both designed to ward off demons, evil spirits and the like… Then I'll be your most cited source!"

Panel 5: Asriel crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows, intrigued by this. "Really."

Panel 6: "You know a lot about demons, huh?" Asriel asks as he sits himself on one of the rugs within the tent setup. Papyrus keeps up his self-congratulatory pose. "I, the Great Papyrus, am a bonafide expert in such subjects! Sad that so few around here seem to recognize my talents."

Page 5 Panel 1: Asriel holds his hands up, willing to follow this strange thread wherever it might lead. "Well, I've got a question that all my research hasn't been able to answer for me, so perhaps you can…"

Panel 2: A pause as Asriel holds on to his thoughts, hands closed in front of his face. Papyrus sits down on the rug across from him.

Panel 3: Asriel lowers his hands, his face deeply serious. "How do you kill a demon?"

Panel 4: Papyrus looks back at him with an equally serious expression, then…

Panel 5: The seriousness is gone as he gives a casual shrug, and gives an answer. "Oh, that's simple. You don't!"

Panel 6: Asriel looks a little bit baffled, and disappointed. "…You don't?"

Panel 7: "No, silly. They're immortal, like angels!" Papyrus keeps up the casual shrug, as if this information is obvious.

Panel 8: However, Papyrus then seems to become aware of why this is being asked. He looks around the area frantically, his head whipping back and forth. "Why?! Are there demons around here that my detection flatbreads missed?!" Asriel offers an amused smile back. "Heehee… no, I don't think so."

Page 6 Panel 1: The seriousness returns to Asriel's face as he scratches at his nose, lost in worried thought. "I just…have this real bad hunch. I'm trying to prepare myself for all potential outcomes."

Panel 2: Papyrus ignores the seriousness of the situation, and just seems impressed. "Preparation! The hallmark of the truly intelligent!"

Panel 3: Asriel is still set on getting some information, and continues his questions. "Thanks. So, if you can't kill them, what do you do about them?" Papyrus holds up a finger again, happy to keep explaining: "Well, you got two options! First, you can banish them back to their own plane!"

Panel 4: Papyrus continues, "However, that's really only the ideal option if you're the one that summoned them in the first place. Otherwise it's a whole ordeal." In the background, Papyrus's point is illustrated with a little graphic of a cult member holding up a hand in rejection of a demon within a summoning circle. The demon looks confused and perturbed by the rejection.

Panel 5: Asriel says, "I see. What's the other option?" Papyrus continues his explanation across the two panels: "You bind the demon to something! Quickest and easiest thing to do is bind them to an object! Buuut, problem with that is, if your object gets broken or destroyed, now your demon's free and even angrier than before."

Panel 6: To illustrate his point, another background graphic shows a shocked human with a broken jar in front of them. A demon rises out of the remains of the broken jar, looking angry and ready to strike.

Page 7 Panel 1: Papyrus again continues his explanation across two panels. "Hardest and most time-consuming thing to do is to bind them to a place! Good option if you have the prep time, but then you can't really use that place anymore. Better pick a restaurant you hate and hope no one there minds you standing outside it chanting for three days straight."

Panel 2: To illustrate his point further, a scene (perhaps a flashback) shows Papyrus with his arms raised outside of a restaurant, supposedly chanting angrily at it, while another person stares back at him from the doorway, hands on their hips in annoyance.

Panel 3: Asriel watches as Papyrus finishes up the rest of his explanation: "Aaaand, last thing you can do is…bind the demon to a person! Which…"

Panel 4: Papyrus stops suddenly. For the first time, he looks actually disturbed and hesitant.

Panel 5: Asriel watches quizzically, waiting for him to continue.

Panel 6: When he doesn't continue, Asriel tries to prompt him on, tilting his head towards him. "…And?"

Panel 7: Papyrus quickly waves his hands in front of him, smiling nervously, clearly trying to dismiss the whole idea. "But you know, we don't need to go into the details of that!"

Panel 8: Asriel says nothing, but remains in nervous thought, one hand covering his mouth. It's clear that this is sticking in his mind the most.

Page 8 Panel 1: Asriel remains sitting with a hand to his chin in thought, but Papyrus has moved on to better advice. "But as I always say, an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure! You're much better off trying one of my charms or meals to-go!"

Panel 2: Asriel lets himself smile more at this suggestion. "Y'know? I'm sold. And also a bit hungry."

Panel 3: Asriel gets up, and drops a handful of coins into Papyrus's open hand, which Papyrus looks at in surprise. Asriel says, "Give me your best demon-warding meal."

Panel 4: Papyrus stares down at the coins in his hand, his eyes cartoonishly big and shiny, full of excitement. "WOWIE!! My FIRST ever sale!" he says with a big smile.

Panel 5: Papyrus leaps up and begins to rummage through some of the boxes and barrels around his collection. "This calls for my finest delicacy!" Asriel watches him from a few steps back, and mutters under his breath, "…First ever?…"

Page 9 Panel 1: Papyrus straightens back up, gesturing to a small sack that he is holding in one hand. He looks pleased with himself. "Spiced candied yam bites, from my home country!"

Panel 2: "Each one will purge you of evil spirits for a whole ten hours!" he continues. He hands the small sack off to Asriel, who takes it from him and says, "Sounds like a good deal." In the background, the annoying dog pops back up from behind some other boxes, holding something in its mouth.

Panel 3: Asriel hefts the bag over his shoulder again, and holds up the sack of treats in acknowledgement of the exchange. "Well, I know where to come if I need more info and good charms."

Panel 4: Papyrus stands proud, both hands on his hips, happy at being able to spout off his knowledge to a stranger. "Yes, yes! Tell all your friends about the fantastic advice and the culinary masterworks of the Great Papyrus!" he says excitedly.

Panel 5: Asriel heads off back into the alleyways, and waves goodbye to Papyrus. The annoying dog follows close behind his steps. Papyrus enthusiastically waves to the two as they leave, and says, "Safe travels to you and your annoying dog!"

Page 10 Panel 1: Papyrus turns back to his collection of trinkets and boxes with a determined look, hands on his hips. "And now to see where that criminal canine buried my special charm…" he says to himself.

Panel 2: While continuing on through the alleyways, Asriel opens the small sack and pulls out one of the candied yam bites.

Panel 3: Asriel glances back down at the dog, and notices that he's carrying something that's making a tinking noise. It's partially hidden from view. "Oh boy, what did you steal now?" he asks with a wry smile.

Panel 4: Asriel takes the yam bite and pops it into his mouth with a crunch…

Panel 5: …Only to then make a face, his eyes wide and his mouth scrunched up, as if tasting something indescribable.

Panel 6: "What IS this flavor?" Asriel asks to himself, although all but his back foot are off-panel. The focus is on the annoying dog, who is shown to be carrying a strange, heart-shaped metal lantern on a chain.

#lynx art #eldritchrune #deltarune au #asriel #papyrus #annoying dog #honestly a tough one to write since neither of these guys have actually shown up in canon DR yet #so uh! Hopefully pulling from what we know from UT is a good enough source!#but they are definitely fun to play off of each other #annoying dog what secrets are you keeping now

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bbyblumarine · 3 months ago

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YOU SAVE CLARK KENT

Word count: 604 words

A/N: written this based off the new teaser that dropped - so excited to watch it!!! <3<3

All Clark could make out through his swollen bloodshot eyes was the fountain of blood swirling with the ice, like a cocktail of his own wasted fortune. He was curled up in a ball encased in the snow, squeezing his legs to his chest as if that could bring relief, heaving heavily like a horse drawing its final breath.

He was known to be a man immune to pain, naturally superseding everything that had intentions of harming him; Clark had never not been in control of himself.

Right now, he had no knowledge, nor experience on how to process the depths of this agony that was slowly eating him alive. Spasms took hold of his legs, twitching sporadically. Something evil had attached itself to his chest, pinning him down and crushing his bones so every breath felt like a challenge he was close to losing. Hell, he wanted to lose—he wanted to give up and accept his demise with open arms. Death would care for him, tend to his wounds, free him from the shackles of this unbearable suffering.

His eyes obediently shut as his body slowed, preparing for the transition; he had accepted.

As he readied to draw in one last breath… it was like a balloon had popped in his brain, snapping his eyes open with vigour.

You, he thought.

You, with your chesty laughter, so contagious that passersby would walk past with a faint hint of a smile caught to their face.

You, who had spent so long organising Clark’s birthday party in secret, calling up every person you had seen him interact with - including the random shopkeepers who Superman would quietly serve as an off the books bodyguard for - and inviting them for the big do. Clark didn’t have the heart to admit that he knew what you were planning from the very first day, because he had accidentally listened to your phone calls halfway across town with his super-hearing on one of his patrols—but he’d never let slip because, well… no one had ever loved him enough to do something like that for him.

You, whose nose, like it had a mind of its own, subconsciously crinkled in joy that was reserved for Clark and Clark only, the person who gave you the meaning to smile in the first place. Your body was a flower that bloomed in Clark’s presence.

You, who if you were here, right now, would be screaming at his stupid face, spit foaming at the mouth: GET UP!

Groaning, Clark spat whatever remaining blood had stagnated in his mouth out onto the snow, saliva dribbling down his frozen lips. With a pucker of his lips, he let out a weak but determined whistle. It was low, and feeble, but it was a noise, and it was alive.

In immediate response, a crescendo of noise came bounding towards him, growing larger by each second. As Clark lifted his eyelids open once more, a scruffy white dog was sniffing at his face, announcing its arrival.

Bang!

Clark choked out a pained wheeze as the dog began bouncing straight onto his chest, his paws digging like a little psychopath into every scrape and cut that littered his body. Probably sent as a message from you he figured, which he deserved.

“Krypto,” he croaked out, “take me… take me home.”

A still image of your face imprinted in his mind, lighting up like an angel, as Krypto took hold of his cape in his mouth. Like a torpedo, Krypto faithfully galloped in the direction of wherever your scent lay, taking Clark back home—back to you.

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #superman #superman x reader #clark kent x you #dc imagine #david corenswet #david corenswet x reader #drabble

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blondieeu · 5 months ago

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puppy. megumi f.

"i didn't know where else to take it."

There Megumi stood. His uniform drenched from the cold rain as well as the thing he was holding, bundled underneath his jacket. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his usual cool composed expression was a little strained.

"What?- Take what? Megs it's the middle of the night."

You rubbed your eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them, but you only ended up making your vision a little more blurry.

When your eyes finally started to cooperate, what he was holding under his jacket came into focus-- a small, scruffy, trembling dog. It's big wide brown eyes were filled with uncertainty.

"its hurt." He confessed.

You peaked your head outside of your door frame. It was already way past curfew hours. Megumi shifted his weight awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

"I didn't know what else to do."

A drop of water fell from a strand of his hair, all the way towards the wooden floor. You blinked up at him, still a little groggy but now fully awake - so much for exams.

"Are you- what? Just come in."

Without waiting for him to say anything else - not like he had much to say at all - you stepped to the side and gestured for him to enter the small room. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering from you, to the hallway, and finally down at the small puddle that's formed around him from walking in the rain. He looked so out of place here.

"Come on. You walked all the way over here and knocked on my door like you were the police or something, don't get all shy now."

Megumi's lips twitched into a small, almost imperceptible smile. He didn't say anything, stepping out of his soaking wet shoes and leaving them outside the door before letting himself in. The small dog in his arms whimpered slightly. He looked down at it and then back to you, as though searching for a silent cue on what to do next.

"put the dog on the bed megumi" you said, your voice was firm but gentle, and it wasn't just because of the dog - you also didn't want him to feel out of place here, he was always welcome.

His ears perked at the mention of his full name, a soft reminder that this was a rare moment of quiet between the two of you, where he didn't have to be the "Megumi" he was in front of everyone else. you gestured towards the bed, giving him quiet reassurance, the kind of comfort that only came when you didn't need to fill the space with words.

Megumi quietly moved over to your bed, still carrying the dog as if it were a piece of china glass. Carefully, he un-tucked the dog from his jacket and laid the dog on the edge of the mattress, and for a moment, he stood there, fingers lingering at the bedspread- your bedspread. You could see the way he faltered, his usual composure slipping- just for a second.

you didn't rush him. just watched quietly, aware that this was one of those moments where neither of you knew exactly how to navigate the silence.

"Come and dry off." you insisted, your tone was soft but grounded. You weren't sure if it was his wet clothes or something more that made him hesitate, but you wanted to make him feel like he had a place here, just as much as the dog did.

You turned away for a moment, grabbing a towel from a small drawer by your desk. When you turned back, you saw Megumi standing awkwardly, his hands still buried in the pockets of his soaked jacket. He didn't speak right away, and the weight of his quietness settled between you both, just a little to heavy to ignore.

"What happened? Why were you were out this late?" You asked, trying to keep your voice from sounding too concerned - but failing nonetheless, even if they were coming more from a place of curiosity.

Megumi rubbed a hand through his hair, pushing away strands of rain-soaked hair that clung to his forehead. He took the towel from your hand, but he didn't dry off right away. He just stood there for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

"I was coming back from a mission," he started, his voice a little rough from the rain and the unease that lingered. "The rain caught me on the way back. Saw the thing on the street, thought it was..already done for."

Megumi trailed off, his words hanging in the air, like he wasn't sure how much he wanted to explain. You noticed how his gaze dropped to the dog on the bed, like it had become a symbol of whatever feeling he hadn't quite unpacked yet.

"But then i saw it move, and i couldn't just-- ..leave it." He shifted on his feet, looking up at you now, a faint vulnerability in his eyes that he wasn't used to showing. "i dont know. it's stupid. i didn't wanna just walk away from it. I couldn't"

Megumi's usual calmness was slipping, and you found yourself wanting to catch it before it all fell apart. You didn't have to say anything else--he was speaking enough with his eyes now. He was hesitant, butt there was something deeper underneath it.

"so you come to my dorm in the middle of the night and just drop it off?" you teased him lightly, but it wasn't meant to make him feel bad. It was just a way for you to soften the situation, to get him to relax, even if it's just for a moment.

Megumi didn't respond, rubbing the towel into his damp hair, his movements slow as if he were still trying to piece together what had happened.

"it's... fine, right?" His voice just above a whisper, and this time, you heard the slight tremor in his words, the vulnerability that he couldn't hide anymore.

You turned to look at him, not even thinking twice. You wanted him to understand, to feel the warmth between you, not just the cold rain that had followed him here.

"what do you mean?" You asked, softer this time, your brow furrowed with concern. You weren't asking him to explain everything- but you wanted to show him that, whatever it was, he didn't have to worry about being too much.

Megumi swallowed hard, his gaze flickering from the towel to the floor, to the dog, anywhere but you. He still had that faint flush on his cheeks, that unspoken self-consciousness that lingered around him like a shield. But when he looked up, his eyes met yours.

"I mean.. bringing the dog here. Is this okay?" His voice was barely audible, but there was an unspoken weight in his words that you knew all too well. "I didn't know where else to go."

You didn't break eye contact. there was no judgement in your gaze-just understanding, maybe even something more, something neither of you had quite said out loud yet. You could feel the space between you both close, that invisible thread that had always been there, pulling you closer, without either of you fully acknowledging it.

"its okay megs" you said softly, reaching out, just barely brushing your fingers against his, as though to anchor him in this moment. It wasn't a confession, not yet. But it was something deeper than friendship, something unspoken. "You don't need to worry. I'm glad you came here."

For a second, it felt like everything else faded away-just you, Megumi, and the quiet understanding you both shared.

He looked down at the dog again, a faint sigh leaving his lips. The tension in his shoulders loosened, and the weight of the night seemed to settle into something more managaeble.

"Thanks." He muttered quietly, not fully meeting your eyes, but the gratitude was clear.

You didn't need him to say more. The moment, the silence, said everything.

a/n: just something to post in the mean time 👍🏾

blondieeu xx

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prael · 9 months ago

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Delicacy

ILLIT Moka x male reader smut

Happy (kinda late) Moka Day!

Masterlist word count: 5,401 Kofi(donations/commissions)

"Ladies and-a gen-entleman! Step right up! Ge-get yourself a-a mystical item today!" The old Murgo's voice is loud, his tone is jovial. His accent is hard to understand and his stuttering speech patterns would indicate a man who is not well-educated, though you've always expected he puts it all on for show.

His skin is scruffy, full of moles and unkempt facial hair that creeps down to his thin neck. The elderly man's uniform consists of a long, purple-sleeved coat—sleeves that fall every time he waves an arm at the next item he tries to flog.

"Y-you sir! Consider this, this is truly a-a magical mirror, for as long as you lo-look into it, it will make you b-beautiful." He smiles at the group before him, pearly white teeth contrasting with his murky skin colour. They are the only noteworthy things about him, other than his height, a whole foot smaller than the usual man.

The rough-looking labourer by your side mumbles, "What a crock of shit!"

While the bald man at the front calls "I'll take it!"

Murgo, as Murgo so often does, announces the catch, "Very wise pu-purchase. Now, just remember, the m-magic only works if you look a-at in complete darkness."

Murgo collects his due payment and the man at your side shakes his head as he turns away. "Idiots," he grumbles before he walks away.

"You there!" Murgo singles you out. "Do you fancy trying a-anything?" He asks you with a smile.

Murgo's entire stall is packed full of oddities, and none of them are ever what they seem. You may not believe in Murgo's little items, but it's always interesting to come and see what he has to sell today. It's nice to consider his fantastical excuses and embellishments.

"M-may I interest you in a fan-antasy?" He sing-songs. "You must ha-have a wish to make come true? Consider this ma-magical music box! One wish! M-Make it come true!" He boasts about another silly item, something that always leaves you rolling your eyes. Wishes cannot be bought.

"Tha-that's a look of uncertainty. Well, how about this." Murgo holds out a hand containing a single chocolate. A perfect, colourful item shaped like a square. "Gen-entleman, please m-may I present, a most magical item to y-your attention! A chocolate! Bu-but not any chocolate! They say this one tastes of m-mocha, and its ingestion a-allows you to live a fantasy."

You scrunch your brow.

"Ingested fantasies might seem an im-impossibility, but I have p-proven through a rigorous scientific process..."

You know he's lying, as always, but you're not about to interrupt though. You doubt the old man actually has much training in anything even related to science, and everything about him can only lead you to believe that he doesn't own many resources to test things on anyway.

"...so, sir, I urge you!" Murgo finishes his meaningless rambling by saying, "Try and taste your fondest dream. Try the ma-magical wonder and live a dream so real, so plausible that y-you'll forget who you are!"

Live a dream so real... He's definitely lying, but you are curious as to the taste of his chocolate.

Your eyes switch from Murgo's insistent, excited stare to his chocolate, and back to Murgo's knowing smile. "Just this once," you tell him.

You sit at your kitchen table, staring at the little rectangular block that rests on the wood.

"A fantasy, huh?" you contemplate. You lean in close and give it a sniff; it certainly smells like chocolate, with a hint of mocha.

Shrugging, you hold up the chocolate and drop it into your mouth. Immediately, it melts away and you're overpowered by the delicious flavour. It's milk chocolate, but you find hints of cocoa and coffee mixed between your lips.

You chew a few times and then swallow. At that moment, Murgo's words ring around your mind. 'Live a dream so real,' they repeat.

You sit and you wait. Staring expectantly at the table, you blink blankly at the slab where the chocolate once rested. You tap your fingers. You scratch the back of your neck. And still, nothing.

"Wow." You shake your head, chastising yourself for thinking so optimistically, and push out the chair.

As you stand, your head spins. The world about you warps into another form, a dark space resembling nothing you have ever seen.

The ground crunches beneath your feet. Gravel, perhaps? Black grazes at the surface, but you can't quite make out any details. As if a curtain has fallen to obscure your vision.

You spin around and wave your hands to find a purchase with something.

And then you feel it. Feel... her?

Small, smooth hands in your own. They let go before too long, and then those hands brush up your forearms.

A shadowed girl—clearly a girl by her soft curves—gently touches your cheek, and you grab her hand again. A soft gasp escapes her, and then she giggles. "Do you know how hard it's been, to be stuck inside a piece of chocolate? Of course, you don't. Why would you?"

This... isn't real. Could you be dreaming? Could you be high, or drunk, or passed out? Perhaps poisoned? You bring your fingers to your face to ensure you're not gushing blood or anything odd. Nope, normal. Completely and utterly normal, so... what the hell?

She whispers as her fingers move along the waistband of your pants, "Did you like the taste of the chocolate? Of... Moka?" She laughs. "My name is Moka, do you understand? Mocha and Moka!"

She has the cutest laugh. Soft, genuine, and one that leaves you smiling. Smiling? You ask yourself what you're doing and how you possibly ended up with some mysterious woman pawing your crotch. Regardless, you answer.

"Yeah," you say, her laugh encouraging you to express honesty. "Definitely not a bad product at all."

"Of course not!" Moka cheers. You catch a glimpse of a smile in the shadows that surround her. "After all, I was made with all the finest ingredients to give a taste that absolutely anyone can enjoy! And you're no exception, are you?" Moka's weight presses against you, and she leans close to your ear to murmur, "This little bump in your pants proves that."

You let out a sharp breath, but no denial. Moka may be shrouded in darkness, but you don't have trouble appreciating her presence. You can feel the warmth from her body, her rounded breasts that are all too tempting to touch.

"I'm so confused..." you whisper.

"Good." With the utterance of one word, you see the brightness of a smile. How wonderful and expressive her face is. The darkness clears and the mystery goes with it. The girl in front of you can only be described as utterly breathtaking. She's wearing this smile that turns up a little more on one side of her mouth than the other, and you're absolutely enchanted by its beauty. There's this beauty mark on her nose, such a cute mole. And then her eyes... you could very happily lose yourself within them.

"So incredibly confused," you repeat, and watch with fascination as a lock of her dark hair slips past a black strip and over her flushed cheek.

Moka kisses you. A gentle, testing peck, but there's no time for timid, because she pounces, and suddenly you're drowning under her affection. Kissing her like this is all you can think about, and the way she tangles her small tongue around your own is wildly erotic, both innocent and sinful at the same time.

You are too complacent, but then Moka brings her body flush against yours. You don't know where she came from, you have no idea why she's here and what's going on, but your body is certainly not questioning that right now. Her lithe form under your touch is as smooth as the chocolate she came from.

"Take me," she all but purrs, "It's what I'm here for."

"But you're..."

"Not real? A fantasy? Exactly. That's all the reason you need to let go," she whispers and there is a clarity that brings her words like truth.

Real or not, you can't deny it. You want her, this exotic enigma. You tug her close, fingers tracing a curve, your lips following a line. Her body, her skin, you adore her. Every facet, every inch, you crave her. You take hold of Moka and lift her, she lets out the gentlest of squeaks but instantly wraps her legs around you, and just the sound and feeling of her draws a shudder out of you.

"I spent months in Murgo's storage, just waiting for someone like you. Every single day growing more and more frustrated as I waited. You can't imagine being that pent up, can you?"

She's taking off your shirt. Impatiently running her hands down your torso, like she can't get enough. You stumble until you plant her against the wall, holding her firm and kissing her with all the frustration she feels, biting and sucking and leaving her breathless.

Moka wraps her arms around your neck, curling her heels, pulling you close.

"I can't imagine it, but you don't have to wait for another second though." You squeeze at her taut thighs, making her whimper with delight.

"Taste me," she whispers and you take your lips to her neck. It's not exactly what she has in mind, but she knows it's inevitable. All roads lead between her thighs.

So you fall to your knees before her. Hands up her thighs, driving up the frills of her skirt. She's a delicacy, soft and pink, beautiful, just waiting to be savoured. And the moment your lips touch the inside of her thigh, she gasps, one palm smacking the wall behind her. The tension, the excitement, the breathless little whimpers that escape her, every little thing, has you completely engrossed.

The whole time you press a barrage of kisses against her thighs, moving closer to her core with each passing second, but the light, teasing kisses draw a litany of frustration out of her.

"P-please..." Moka whimpers.

The breath from her plea leaves her in a shudder. She huffs, already trembling. You test how wet she is with your fingers, feeling her damp warmth, her sticky arousal coating your digits. You're unable to resist running your fingertips up the folds of her pussy, using the natural slickness to help move, dancing around her clit and drawing cries from the breathless girl. Her pleasure is plain to see, the rising blush reaching her chest and the deep breaths escaping her.

You slide a single finger inside her, then quickly two, slowly finger fucking her pretty pink, twisting around and feeling her wrap around you.

"You like it?" you murmur and it's not like you could call anything happening now an act of romance, but you turn your head and kiss her thigh. Such a tender moment is shared despite the sordid acts.

Moka huffs, her fingers clinging to your shoulder. "I need it." She sputters, moaning and thrusting down to meet your slow motions. "Oh... It's so good..."

"It's about to get even better," you say.

You lap your tongue along the seeping moisture of her beautiful cunt, and you lick over her slick folds and lap up everything she has to offer. With deep, intense licks, you give her pussy the attention she's been begging for.

"Ahh! Oh, yes!" she shrieks, falling back against the wall and panting with pleasure.

The sweetness of her nectar assaults you, and your tongue finds the little spot that has her moaning each time you lick near it. Faster and faster you circle her clit, watching as her knees quiver and twitch. Closer and closer, your tongue working her into a frenzy.

"More... I-I... yes, don't stop!" she cries, pulling your face against her. She wants more, she won't wait, and she twists and tangles her fingers into your hair, pushing and grinding her dripping sex against you. "Can you imagine it? I was made for pleasure. To give and receive, only to be forced to hide away, all alone? To suffer every day, tortured by my need?"

Moka whimpers and struggles to keep her breath even. You must want to do something about that, don't you?

You grab her thighs, lifting her off the ground and shifting your hands under her, grabbing her soft, plump ass cheeks. She cries at the movement, but then her legs are wrapped around your shoulders, clutching you to her desperately. You eat her little pussy out furiously, ravaging her drenched folds as she cries out, screams filling the room as you pick up the pace. Your tongue dances around her clit, your fingers sinking deeply into the soft flesh of her cute little ass.

"Oh god... I can't stop myself," her desperate cries fill the room.

You cannot deny this girl, even if you wanted to, so you devour her sweet cunt, and watch as her eyes close, the pleasure becoming too much as her body explodes with euphoric release. She screams, desperately riding your face, her entire body quivering and twitching as she cums. The juices drip down your chin as she rides the wave of intense bliss, rolling her hips, indulging in it, prolonging it for as long as she can.

Finally, the surge of her overwhelming orgasm ends, but she slumps, nearly lifeless in your grasp. You struggle to keep her up, and she keeps trying to grind her sensitive folds against you, but her exhaustion finally hits her. So you take her, back in your arms, and toward your kitchen table.

There she lays, shaking and sweating, struggling to catch her breath, and you want nothing more than to pry her delicate figure from that dress. You strip her, your mouth kissing every newly exposed surface of her perfect body.

"This is how things should have been, how life should have been," Moka mumbles, her dark hair swirling beneath her as she lays across your table. Her sweet skin comes into sight and you can't help running your hands along the feminine curve of her stomach. Her perfect breasts fit in the palms of your hands and you trace circles around her taut nipples as she sighs happily.

You undress, and she watches, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. Her expression is suddenly guilty, as though admiring a man naked isn't something a girl should do. But you caress her face, she's your beautiful enchantress, and that moment of hesitation seems to pass as she leans into the palm of your hand. Her eyes shimmer with acceptance, and she's accepting of all the dirty things she's thinking, all the things she's about to say. "I...I want you inside me," she whispers.

Your cock is erect and eager, so hard, aching, throbbing with the desire to know her warmth, and you line yourself with the wetness between her legs.

Gently, you lean forward, pressing the tip against her tightness. "Are you ready?"

"For however long I've waited," she breathes.

She's quivering under you, full of tension, gripping the edge of the table tightly. The expression on her face is so vulnerable, open and raw, so beautiful. Her chest rises and falls with her need, and there's a hunger burning in her, a fire begging to be ignited.

"Please," Moka begs.

"Gentle..." you tell her, though who it's meant for, you're not entirely sure. But you take a deep breath and ease into her slickness.

She gasps, her grip around the side of the table tightening. It takes a moment, but she grows accustomed, her tension dissipates and her trembling is overcome. She laughs, and the sound is nothing short of stunning. Chime-like, the light, airy melody fills the room as she touches herself. Cupping her supple breasts, and tugging her pink nipples, she indulges in her lust and rocks gently against your hard shaft.

"Fuck away my lusts. Fill the void, be the man I've needed so badly," her sweet voice begins to sing with pleasure, her pitch rising.

Her cunt is so warm and inviting, so wet, stretching tightly around you as you pump back and forth. Wet noises sound with every pass. Moka's eyes glaze over and her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you even deeper.

Your thrusting finds a comfortable, easy rhythm, and soon your hips are slapping eagerly against her every time you push in. Wet noises fill the air each time you drive into her deepest parts.

"God, yes..." her desperation only heightens, "Use me, please. Don't stop, fuck me."

"How could I ever?" you pant, both leaning in, sucking the taste of her chocolate mouth, twirling her tongue, drinking her intoxicating exhales.

She's a dream, this girl is made for indulgence. Her arms hook under yours, hands grasping your shoulders, digging into your back, desperate for some way to anchor herself. You want to touch every part of her, soak up her delicious little whimpers and commit them to memory. As your breath runs ragged and your heart pounds in your chest, nothing other than her is present in your mind. Nothing else matters. She is the pure embodiment of desire.

As the feverish motion speeds up, her soft breasts bounce and her entire body shimmers. Sweat glistens along her slender form and you push her to limits she's never known. Her cries run longer and louder until she's screaming, moaning your name, muttering incoherent praise.

"Moka..." you whisper her name, lacing her with what little you can say with a mind lost in the overwhelming bliss of her body.

It isn't long before your rhythm begins to break down. A rising and falling beat, speeding and slowing, stuttering with your every breath. She's drowning with you, and yet floating all at once. Latching onto you, refusing to let go. Desperate, clamping tightly onto you as you enter her deeper with each sharp thrust.

Panting, drenched, bodies so close. Your hard, feverish heat, her spiking lust, colliding with explosive fervour as you surge forward, burying yourself inside her and grunting as you shudder.

Unbridled and relentless, the swelling heat pulses through you and down your length. Rippling through her, filling her cunt, pouring into her. Her cries peak alongside yours. She shudders and shakes as your pulsing cock pumps a shockwave of ecstasy through her.

Delirious laughter escapes her when her rolling euphoria subsides, and her satisfied smile when she strokes her hand down your hot chest... everything about her... the delight of satisfaction washes through her.

Just what was that? That woman made you feel desires you could never imagine possible. Never could you have imagined something would make you feel as if you were flying.

Never could you imagine her.

And yet here she is.

"Can we..." she seems uncertain now, nervous, unsure.

You take her hands and kiss them. A delicate display of adoration that causes her nervous smile to transform into something happier, more certain. "What is it, Moka?"

She presses her finger to her lower lip, searching for the right words. "We can do this again, can't we?"

You can't resist chuckling at the blush that reaches her chest and the shy way she turns her head.

"Of course," you say.

Now you understand, even if vaguely, what happened and how things came to be; your actions and hers.

But, as always, the question remains... can a fantasy ever stay?

Moka is sitting outside on the small porch of your humble home. Fond memories occupy your thoughts; nights filled with bliss; mornings spent listening to her joyous voice.

"Are you having doubts?" she asks, unable to meet your gaze.

You sigh and rest against the rail. Her feelings are difficult to understand sometimes, but you have this odd connection, as if an invisible bridge exists between you, allowing you to feel her as she can you. She wants your happiness, you know that, she craves it, and yet...

"Will you stay?" you ask her quietly, a little afraid of the answer.

The setting sun casts pink across the sky. From the lush valley, there's a stream that cuts across the landscape, shaded by the greenery, broken only by the towering tree that stands tall in the distance. Its wide leaves filter the sunlight, casting gentle patterns in the trickling water. It really is such a peaceful place to live.

You stand and enjoy the moment. Fresh air, the calming simplicity of nature.

"I'm sorry," Moka's voice is only a whisper, "I don't know the limits of the magic that brought me here. If I stay, would I be stuck as a human? If I leave your side, would I ever be able to return? It's as much of a mystery to me as it is to you."

"Should I ask Murgo?"

"That fool? He didn't even know the chocolate was really magic. No," her voice grows firmer, "Don't trust the words of that merchant." Her hands clutch tightly at her knees, "I do have this feeling. I can't quite explain it, but, I've been feeling it since you first tasted me."

"Feeling?"

"A pulling—a tug—toward you, away from you too," she says. "Magic, desires, loneliness... maybe they've been woven together. I can't be sure."

"Not sure I understand."

"I feel it now. There's this need to be satisfied. And when I'm not, it feels like the magic will just tear me away."

You push away from the railing and step towards her. She's sitting, knees pulled against her chest, wearing nothing more than a white linen gown. Seeing her so small...

"So, if I just satisfy you..." You reach out and gently brush your knuckles along her soft cheek. Moka leans into your touch, her deep brown eyes gazing up. Your fingertips push through her silky dark hair and cup her delicate chin. As she stares at you, you can feel the deep, yearning emotion within her. "Then you will stay with me."

"I think—"

You interrupt her with a kiss. Softly locking your lips, bringing her comfort. Just a moment, simple tenderness. Then passion, as you open your mouth and taste the pure sugar of her tongue. Slipping around yours, her hot exhale, her warmth, both erotic and meaningful.

You can only pull away by taking her with you, pulling her up from the chair. Eagerly, Moka smiles and steps into your arms. Squeezing her tight, holding her around the waist, breathing her scent, feeling the tension inside yourself. She kisses you back with the same intensity, lips tight on yours, warm and dripping as they open, teasing you with her sweet taste.

You stumble back towards the railing, bodies entwined. Tilting your head, her chocolate flavour can make anyone addicted. Kissing her, nipping, sucking, biting her lip. Sinking into her warmth, her body. Lifting the hem of her short gown, running your fingers along the silky skin of her thighs. She arches back into the wooden railing, and you break apart the kiss as she sinks into the support behind her.

You take hold of her shoulders and turn her. She braces against the railing and leans forward, showing off that inviting, delicate shape. Between the arch of her back and the curve of her cute ass, she begs to be taken. And that thin linen may as well not even be there; it's so taut, so transparent.

You move behind her. In the fading light of the evening, the shadows reveal more than they hide. Lifting the cloth and leaving her bare. Running your hands down the lines of her hips and sides, your fingers lightly trace back up her ribs and finally, you cup one of her light breasts. Her nipple presses into the palm of your hand, and she's so sensitive, arching at even the slightest touch.

She looks back at you, her eyes longing, knowing what comes next. Spreading your fingers down between her legs, you run them along the slick, wet flesh waiting for you. She's already ready, dripping, and your fingertips only tease her. Bending, lining up your rigid cock against her wetness. You place your other hand on her hip and ready yourself, preparing to push forward.

"I'll never grow tired of this," you say.

Moka looks back at you, blushing, hair over her face as she tries to look through the veil. Before she can respond, you push, and she lets out a sharp cry at being filled. With her firmly held, you slide in and out of her dripping cunt. It's not a frantic, hurried pace, but deep, intense thrusts that give Moka what she needs—give her relief.

"Ah! That's so deep... so deep."

Her moans spill out without restraint. Such a vibrant voice, full of the lusts she's harbouring. Holding her firmly, plunging deeper and faster, her tiny pussy wrapping tightly around you. Wet, slippery squishing echoes through the empty air. Slaps sounding with every time your crotch strikes hers. It's all so lewd and brings you ever closer, keeps driving you.

The deeper her chest falls, the more she arches, and a deep moan escapes as her body shakes. Her orgasm comes strong, fast, and powerful, making her legs quake and her voice stutter. But you hold her and keep fucking. Slipping against her back, clinging to her waist, burying your face in her hair. Her trembling sex tenses and flexes and still she moans, incoherently telling you just how good it feels.

You've lost track of the number of times you've filled her tight cunt in the past few days, so this is just another one of many. She loves it, though; loves feeling you pour so deeply inside her. She'll do anything to feel it. So you fill her. Firm thrusts as you pump her full of your cum, right there on the porch.

During the moments she spends staring out the window, you run your hand down Moka's back. She hums a little sound, appreciating the act, and snuggles into the blanket further.

"Cold? I could go get the fire going again if you like."

Moka stares blankly, fixated on a flower just outside the window. She blinks and laughs suddenly.

"Hm? Sorry, what did you say?"

You repeat what you said and she quickly responds.

"It's alright, but there's something I need you to do."

"What is it?"

"Lie on the bed, let me ride you. I want to feel you fill me. I need it." She reaches a hand up and cradles her own breast, grasping at it and squeezing the supple mound.

It's getting worse—her constant need. Like an itch, she says. Something has to constantly be done to keep it from being painful. It's barely been two hours since you were last inside her, and it seems to be the only thing she can think about.

"Please. I just need a little more..."

You can't bring yourself to deny her. Not when she looks at you like that. So you stumble backwards, pulling her naked form along with you, and ungracefully land on your back. Already you're growing hard, just from looking up at her dainty body and recalling all the wonderful acts you have performed and thinking of what is yet to come.

Moka runs her hand through her hair and gazes downward, a serene look washing over her delicate features.

"Smiling suits you," you tell her.

Again, you watch her eyes light up at that little kind of praise. "Thank you," she says, blushing as she clambers across the bed to kneel above you. She fixes her knees on either side of your hips and runs her palms over your chest, teasing your body as her breasts sway before you.

"Oh..." she purrs as she rocks back and forth, rubbing her bare sex up and down your length. "Oh, yes..."

You hum with delight, but remain still for a moment, listening to the happy sounds she's making, letting her indulge in the simple foreplay.

Eventually, she can take it no longer. "Here..." She lifts herself with her thighs and wraps a single hand around your hardened cock, steadying it and gripping tight. With a single gasp, she guides you inside her. Her moisture envelops you and she's so tight, the way her pussy seems to suck you in all the way to the base. But once you reach that far point, you both let out a loud moan of satisfaction. She's got all of you, every last inch of your shaft has found its home inside her.

Moka rests there for a moment, staring down with these innocent, almost vulnerable brown eyes. From the soft feeling of her velvety interior and the cute, lewd look of her blissful face, you can't help yourself, and buck up into her, plunging even further in. She lets out a gasp and stumbles forward, catching herself on your chest.

"I'm sorry! Are you alright?" you ask.

The dark-haired girl giggles—something that pleases you more than you can describe—and returns to that dainty smile. She pulls her hips and then drives them against you, before groaning, "More than alright."

Moka finds her rhythm. Rolling and grinding her hips, each motion punctuated by her spiking arousal. Her small cunt welcomes the friction, drips with desire. You grip her waist, helping her balance as she bounces in your lap, pushing herself harder and faster each time. She pushes harder, taking more of you, and soon she's crying out your name, begging you to fill her with everything you have.

Her gorgeous form rocks above you. Thrusting vigorously, her little breasts barely bouncing in a way that you can't take your eyes away from. Moka digs her nails into your chest. Her moans and cries grow increasingly desperate.

"You're amazing," Moka moans through her pleasure, voice quivering and trembling with it.

You can feel her clenching tighter and tighter, her insides quaking as she begs, and pleads for release. It brings your climax close, and despite the urgency of her pleasure, she maintains a controlled rhythm. Not so fast as to short-circuit things, keeping you on the very edge of euphoria.

"God, I love the way you..." she exclaims as a bright flush blossoms across her face. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, muting her sound.

"What?" you struggle to speak as her slick folds wrap so tightly around you.

You don't know what it is, but something catches her attention. Her movements slow and she's searching, somehow peering through the dark outside. The noise has stopped too, usually at night there's a cacophony of singing insects and rustling, fluttering wings, but now nothing. No wind or creak or creasing leaf. Quiet. Dead quiet.

Moka slips off of your cock and crawls backwards to the end of the bed.

"What is it?" you ask.

Moka's lips twitch. Anxiety sets in over her features and she steps away from the bed, toward the window. Moonlight kisses her skin, the pale rays dancing on her shadowy form. Your heart falters and you realise... you really do want her here. Like this. Always.

"Moka?"

A strong gust blows and the window swings open. Her silky hair whips against her face, catching on her lips. She raises her hand, fingers hovering lightly in the moonlight. You remain motionless in fear of breaking whatever is occurring. Nothing feels right, not a single thing. As if the fabric of reality has been slashed in two.

The wind howls. The lights flicker and the fireplace across the room somehow brings itself to light. She turns to face it and the flames illuminate Moka's eyes. They glow a pale violet, the hue all wrong, ghostly. A tremble comes over her, and she says just five words. The last five words you'll ever hear from her.

"I'm sorry. I'll miss you."

Her hand turns to dust. The grains reflect the moon as they blow out of the window. You watch as the rest of her body follows, leaving only the imprint of where she once stood.

Time moves slowly—too slowly—like your heart, which can't beat. Something has broken, something in you, though not a sound passes through your lips. Tears stream from your eyes. The pain, the sorrow, the emptiness—it all feels irreparable. You can't bear it, and without a single word, without a single sound, the world goes black.

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deen-djarin · 9 months ago

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Suds n’ Trunks

Summary: Joel ordered a car washing service…bikini car washing service.

Tags: 18+, No Outbreak!Joel, Cheeky Flirty!Reader, Porn with a sprinkle of plot, Daddy kink, Choking, Joel is a menace and so is reader, Oral (m & f receiving), Unprotected P-in-V, Consensual Creampie

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The sun shone on the perfect suburban streets of Austin, Texas. So hot you could fry an egg if you wanted to. You rolled your windows down, driving down a neighborhood you’re not familiar with, and pulled up at the house that sits in the cul de sac, a dirty- no filthy ford pickup truck parked on its driveway.

This must be the place.

A sigh fell from your lips as you hopped off your car with your supplies in hand; a bucket, sponge, microfiber rag, and various soaps for different parts of the car. The heat was even worse after you’ve left the comfort of your air conditioned car, but the thought of being out of your clothes and soaked in suds and the cool water excites you.

Once you’ve discovered this lucrative market of bored, horny, lonely middle aged suburban guys— eager to see a show, and maybe get their car cleaned as well, you start to do this gig every summer. The money is good plus these guys tip generously.

Your service by its core is nothing but a mobile car wash, but the carwash is being done by you, clad in a skimpy bikini. c’mon, who wouldn’t want that right?

When you scored your first customer, you became a spectacle for the neighborhood. Your client shamelessly pulls out a lawn chair, having a grand ol’ time “enjoying the sun” as you wash their car. Neighbors walking out their houses mowing their already perfectly trimmed lawn, walking their dogs, cats, and some approached your client for a neighborly talk they probably haven’t had in months.

You’ve gotten the whole neighborhood out of their house basically, then your client list doubles with those people coming over to you and asking to do theirs next. Some cars don't even need washing, but you do them anyway with a smile knowing you’re gonna eat good that night.

Ever since then you decided to do this gig every summer, cheekily naming your little business “Suds ‘n Trunks”.

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You ring the doorbell of the Miller’s residence and step back. You could hear a soft grumble from behind the door before it opened and reveal a scruffy, middle aged, handsome man. your eyes scans him quickly, his hair tousled, his shoulders broad, big arms, big hands, Jesus Christ you want to just-

“Can I help you?”

His gruff, deep, Texan drawl snaps you out of your trance and brings you back to reality.

“Uhm yes, Mr. Miller? you called for a car wash?” You asked him with a sweet voice you come to learn that older men love, it always works like a charm, making them tip you a fat wad of cash— these men just craved attention from a pretty girl, and you’re happy to give that to them.

“Oh..yeah you could uh, it's that one right there,” he motioned to the dirty pickup truck. You give him a smile and nodded, “okay, i’ll go on and get started then.” Joel nodded and shut the door immediately.

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A red Ford bronco sat on his driveway, absolutely covered in filth. You usually don't deal with this much grime, dust, and mud. Granted, most cars you’ve washed barely need a wash, the clients just wanted to see you wet and covered in suds, which you couldn’t really blame them.

You took a breath and started to step out of your tanktop and shorts, revealing the red matching bikini you’re wearing underneath and started to go to work.

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Joel was exhausted after doing several construction projects back to back yesterday, from dawn to the ungodly hours of the night resulting in his beloved truck — Shirley— looking like it had been dragged in the mud…literally.

Joel likes to take care of his things, Shirley is no exception. His free time on the weekends is often spent on his truck in the garage, polishing her to perfection. But after all the hard work he did, just the thought of washing her made his back groan in protest.

So he got the number of your services from his coworkers after they commented on the state of Shirley, a smirk planted on their faces and they kept snickering which Joel found odd, but he was too fed up and exhausted to think twice on booking your services.

Joel grunts as he settles on his couch, his cold bottle of beer in one hand, the tv remote on the other. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, and turned on the TV.

It's finally his time for him to take his hard-earned relaxation time. which should be easy, but he could hear the annoying sputtering sound of his neighbor’s lawnmower.

That thing needs more oil. He thought to himself as he took a sip of his beer.

Then another sound of a lawnmower sounded from the other side of the house, even more annoying than the first.

What the fuck? Why are they all mowin’ the lawn at the same time? at this hour? he thought.

Then comes the obnoxious yapping of Mr. Thompson's french bulldog and chihuahua.

What the hell is goin’ on? it's a whole ruckus out there.

He groaned, frustrated that the whole neighborhood seems to be against his well deserved relaxing time. He grumbled as he strides towards his window, drawing up the blinds to see what the fuck is going on out there.

His eyes nearly bulged out, blush quickly crept up his neck to his cheeks, and his cock twitching in his pants instantly at the sight.

You, bend over in the hood of his car, wet, covered in suds, in a fucking bikini. He tried to look away, he really did, but the way your hips sways, your ass jiggled, as you scrubbed hard with the caked on mud on his truck— it was hypnotizing.

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“What the hell are ya doin’?”

The sight of Joel's furrowed brow as he stared at you in your revealing outfit was a mix of disapproval and desire. Your sweet smile remained as you answered his question, "Mr. Miller! I'm just washing your car."

His gaze roamed over you, making you shiver with anticipation. "In that?" He grunted, clearly torn between his disgust and arousal. "Well, yes… It's part of my service."

The man stood silent for a moment, his confusion palpable. "Part of your service?"

"Uhm, yeah... It's a bikini car wash service… You didn't know?" you tilted your head, confused.

Joel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How the hell was I supposed to know?"

"The name is Suds 'n' Trunks," you reminded him softly.

"I know what it's called!" he huffed, clearly frustrated.

Unsure of how to proceed, you hesitated. "So, uhm, you want me to just dress up and go or—"

"No, finish your job," he grumbled, still irritated. Your eyes trailed down to the growing tent in his jeans, confirming the source of his conflicting emotions.

You hid your smirk and purred, "Yes, sir," before returning to your task. The knowledge that you had such a potent effect on him only fueled your desire to please him.

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Your back is even more curved now, ass sticking up more than they should as you washed the side of his truck, knowing Joel is looking– watching you like a hawk while he sits on the porch, a beer in his hand and a cigarette on the other. you turned your head over your shoulder just to give him a small smile, which he returned with his jaw clenching.

You bask under his gaze, your body tingling, giving him the best show you’ve ever given. you squatted as you started to clean the lower part of the truck, your ass jiggle with every hard scrub you give.

The tension between the two of you is palpable, leaving Joel frustrated, he knows damn well you’re taunting him. He’s torn between wanting to yell at you for acting so unprofessional and embarrassing him in front of the watchful eyes of his nosy neighbors— or fucking you against the truck for payback.

He sits there watching you, contemplating on what to do. You gave him another cheeky look over your shoulder and that was it, his last resolve snapped, fuck it.

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“Careful with her,” he said lowly as he approached you.

You turned your head, batting your eyelashes, “Hm?”

“You’re goin’ too hard on her, just painted that part,” he murmured as he got closer, just right behind you.

“But the mud is really caked on this part,” you told him and went back to scrubbing.

“A-ah, hey,” he tutted and leaned down behind you, his large palms sitting atop of yours “Gentle…easy does it,” he murmured, his hot breath fanned against your ear.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan as you felt his hardness pressed against your thigh. Your hand following his movements, “There we go…there we go, good girl,” he murmured and you swore every part of your body shivered.

“This is gonna take longer to finish, sir,” you murmured, your voice a mere whisper as you turned your head to him.

“I know…but you’re gonna get a bigger reward out of it, how’s that sound hm?” he muttered to your ear before abruptly pulling away from you and sitting back on the porch.

your breath hitched, heartbeat skipping, and the heat between your legs grew hotter. You turned your head towards him to see him sitting back at his porch, his head nodded at you to continue your work, a small smirk curved his lips.

—

You’re halfway done with the truck when his neighbor starts to approach you, a middle aged guy you came to learn named Michael. He’s been clearly hitting on you, and trying to get a closer look on what you’re doing. which usually doesn’t bother you but you could practically feel Joel's watchful eyes boring into your back.

“So you do this for a living?” he asked as he stood a few feet away from you, “It's just a summer gig i do,” you replied with a small smile, keeping the response light.

"Sweet, it's nice seeing a young, beautiful, hard-working woman," he chuckled. Your jaw tensed for a moment before you forced a tight-lipped smile.

"Can you do my car next? It's pretty dirty too," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. You felt a flush of annoyance, but your eyes met Joel's, who glared disapprovingly from his porch.

"Well, uh..." you hesitated, glancing back at Joel. He shook his head, a clear indication that he didn't want you to entertain Michael's advances. "Sorry, Michael. I'm booked for today... I gotta go somewhere after this."

Michael sighed, "Aw, just my luck," he lamented. "I'll ask Joel for your number, huh? I'll book you as soon as you're free." You chuckled, "Yeah, you go do that."

Michael made his way over to Joel, asking for your number. Joel nodded, but with a grunt, he gave Michael the wrong number. A smirk played on your lips as you returned to your work.

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After what feels like forever you finally finished with the last drag of your microfiber rag. You let out a sigh and turned around to Joel sauntering his way. “All done Mr. Miller,” you purred.

He looked at his truck, all clean and shiny. A satisfied smirk graced his face, “you did a good job” he praised. “Good enough to get that reward?” you murmured with your head tilted innocently. Joel let out a small chuckle “Mmhm... come on inside and i’ll get it sorted for you, pretty girl.”

Your eyes gleamed with lust and you bit your lip in anticipation as he led you inside his house. The wind hits your wet body, the coolness leaves your nipples even harder, your body tingling with need.

By the time the two of you were inside, Joel’s body was taut, like a spring ready to burst. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, his large palms grab a hold of your wet body and pinned you against his door, you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden actions.

“Been a good girl for me huh? Takin’ care of my truck,” he murmured as he leaned down and his lips grazed your jaw to the skin under your ear. “Been naughty too haven’t you? Tauntin’ me with this sweet ass of yours,” he grabbed your ass and gave it a hard squeeze making you let out a small moan, he pulled you closer, his hard cock pressing against your wet bikini bottoms.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips against him, needy and desperate for friction, eliciting a small moan from you and a groan from him. “What do you have to say about that huh? Pretty girl?,” he muttered and nibbled on your earlobe, “I’m sorry sir” you panted softly.

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be that sorry,” he chuckled lowly, his voice gravely and his accent was thicker than before “Think I would have to punish you… you thought it was funny huh? Makin’ me hard as a rock with those fucking neighbors watchin’?” he growled to your ear and slapped your ass, you whimpered and jolted forwards.

“I’m sorry sir..please don't punish me,” you whined and bit your lip. “You’re sorry huh? Go on, pretty thing, show me how sorry you are,” he murmured. You didn't need to be told twice, you fell to your knees, eyes wide as you looked up to his face, hands deftly undoing his belt and jeans and pulling it down along with his boxers.

Your mouth salivated just from the sight of his cock springing free, thick, veiny, and throbbing, just how you thought it would be. He gave you a nod to tell you ‘go on’, you leaned down and darted your tongue out, tasting the heady taste of his precum. He groaned and tossed his head back, hand tangling in your hair and pulled you in, you hummed and finally wrapped your mouth around his girth with a small whimper. Your jaw straining to accommodate him, tongue moving with practiced ease as you sink down deeper, taking in more of him.

“Fuck yeah..good fuckin’ girl…thats it,” he muttered and started to guide your head the way he wanted, you thrive with his praises, taking in him as deep as you could. Gagging and sputtering here and there but you didn't stop at all in search of his approval and satisfaction, you didn’t want to stop. The room was filled with the sound of his grunts and heavy breaths, along with the obscene sounds from you and your muffled whimpers.

Joel nearly came when he saw you starting to snake your hand between your legs, “Naughty fuckin’ slut, touchin’ yourself huh?” he groaned and started to thrust into your mouth, holding your head in place. “You want me to take care of that? Hm?” he growled and you whined as an answer. Suddenly he abruptly pulled you away from his cock, “get on the fuckin’ couch,” he muttered, you scrambled off the floor and quickly gotten on the nearby couch, “on your hands and knees, sweetheart,” he commanded and you did as he said, bending over, facing the backrest of the couch.

He stood behind you and pushed you legs wider, your head craned over your shoulder to look at him with your needy expression, bottom lip between your teeth. He gripped your chin and he leaned down, finally crashing his lips to yours. He was rough, didn’t even hesitate on pushing his tongue into your mouth, tongue dominating yours, making you whine and push your hips back, desperate, begging for him.

His kiss left you panting as he pulled away, he trailed kisses down your back, biting on the knot that holds your bikini top together and pulling on it and letting it unravel, his hand started to grope your tits, playing, pinching, pulling on your sensitive nipples. “Mr. Miller,” you panted “please..”

“Use your word, Baby, what do you need?” he murmured to the crook of your neck. You whimpered and kept moving your hips, “anything- please- your finger, mouth- anything, i need you,” you rambled desperately. Joel chuckled darkly, his large fingers playing with the knots of your bikini bottoms, “needy little thing,” he murmured before pulling on the knots and unraveling the red wet fabric, making it fall to the couch.

Joel practically growled at the sight before him, you, bent over with your ass high in the air, naked, your pussy dripping and ready for him. “Look at you..” he murmured and leaned down, groping your ass and pushing it apart to reveal more of you. “Mmh..” he grumbles before leaning down and placing a broad lick on your cunt. “Oh- god- Mr- mmhngh! Mr. Miller” you whined and pushed your hips more to his face. Joel groaned and started to really eat you out, his large palms splayed on your ass, face completely buried in your drooling pussy. “It's Joel, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he pulled away from your cunt for a second, “I wanna hear ya moan my name.”

“Joel..” you breathed, getting used to the feel of his name on your lips. Joel started to flick his tongue rapidly on your clit, making your eyes roll back and moan out his name, “fuck- ahh! Joel!” He grunted in response, “yeah that’s it, moan my name…mmhhh good fuckin’ girl.”

You were falling apart already at the hands of his tongue, moving on your pussy with practiced ease. Joel relished the sounds of your moans, and the sweet and tangy taste of your cunt. He groaned and started to push his thick fingers to your entrance, “Joel! Ahnghh! F-fuck! mmhngh!!” you cried out, he grunted and pulled away from your pussy for a second, “That’s it baby, you’re gonna cum hm? Gonna be a good girl an cum on my face?” he muttered and curled his digits to hit that heavenly spot within you, you whined in response, barely able to come up with words but nodded with your eyes closed in pleasure. “Good girl, c’mon, come on my face” he panted and started double his efforts, his tongue flicking on your sensitive clit, slurping all your juices, whilst his fingers kept hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, you back arched and your eyes rolled back, you swore you saw stars. His name kept falling from your lips in between moans and whimpers which he responded with praises.

“good girl, that’s it”

“you’re so pretty when you cum for me”

“tastes so good baby, there you go..”

He peppered kisses across your shoulders and back as he waited for you to come down from your high. “joel..” you panted and kept pushing your hips back to grind against his throbbing cock, eliciting a groan from his lips, “yeah? you want my cock, pretty girl?” he muttered and rutted his hips against you, his cock sliding against your cunt. “yes- please joel- please-“ you let out a loud moan when he suddenly pushed his cock into your core.

“fuuuck” he groaned as he pushed himself in “fuck- shit, baby you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he panted and gripped your hips tight. “joel! oh- f-fuck hhngh!” you whimpered and gripped the back of the couch. Joel pulled back until his cock is almost fully slipped back, you whined at the loss of his stretch, then he slammed back in. “Fuck! Oh- f-fuuckk! Joeel!!” you cried out, “Yeah baby that’s it- shit- yeah take it baby, take it” he growled to your ear and wrapped your hair on his hand and yanked it back. Your head tilted back at the force and he crashed his lips to yours again, swalowing all your moans and whimpers as he fucked you with a relentless pace.

“J-joel” you warned between pants, “Yeah i know baby- fuck- yeah i can feel it,” he groaned and panted “c’mon baby give it to me, cum on my cock, c’mon” he murmured and went faster. The sound of his skin smacking against yours gets louder and louder, the couch groaned and creaked in protest. You could barely utter any coherent words at this point, just slurring his name and how good it feels between moans and pants.

Your back arched and trembles as you cry out his name like a prayer. Joel slowed down for a second, letting you ride out the orgasm, “there you go…hmm there you go” he muttered soothingly, his hips rocking deliberately, slowly. “You can take more, sweetheart?” he murmured to your ear, you couldn’t help but nod. ”Good girl,” he praised to your ear and kissed your jaw before his arm wrapped around your waist, the other around your chest and pulled you up until his chest pressed against your back. He resumed his hard relentless thrusts, his hand on your chest groping and playing with your hard nipples. you felt like floating at this point, just taking everything he gave you like a good girl.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growled to your ear, you could barely talk just letting out sounds of pleasure, he spanked your ass hard and you gasped out a moan, “Yours! Hahngh! All yours!” you whined, Joel gripped your neck and pulled you closer to him “Who?” he demanded, you panted and choked out, “Yours daddy!” bingo.

He growled and bent you over again, his hand still tight on your neck, choking you just right. “Yeah that’s right, such a good girl for daddy,” he muttered and pounded into you. You kept choking out moans, calling him daddy over and over. He shifted his position, propping one leg on the couch to get a different angle, deeper, and it allowed him to reach that spot within you. “Oh my g- aahhngh!! daddy!! right there, oh fuck- fuck me right there!!” you cried out. He grunted and let out a dark chuckle, “there sweetheart?” he taunted as he thrusted extra hard aiming at that spot again. “yes!! yes- yes please- please i- daddy please” you rambled, begging for him, his cock has reduced you to nothing but desperate and needy. “well since you asked so nicely,” he said coyly before hitting that spot over and over again.

You felt you’re gonna shatter yet again in any second, a ticking time bomb set on your lower belly. “D-daddy i’m- hah- i’m-” you could barely finish your choked out sentence. “Yeah? Gonna cum again for daddy?” he panted to your ear, all you could do was nodded and give a whimper of confirmation. He chuckled darkly and his hand snaked down to rub your clit with fervor while his hips kept pounding to your ass, “Go on then, come for me, come for daddy,” he muttered to your ear.

Your vision blurred and you saw white. It feels like you’re barely conscious, your third orgasm hits you even harder than the last. You didn’t noticed whats happening until joel groaned, “Fuck yeah you’re squirtin’ on me baby- good girl- hhnngh good fuckin’ girl.” Your thighs trembled, wet with your release, red from his thrusts.

He finally let go of your neck and you gasped out for much needed air, his thrusts started to stutter. “Where do you want it?” he panted to your ear, “Inside, inside daddy, please,” you begged and started to move your hips to meet his. Joel couldn’t hold back any longer, 1, 2, 3 hard thrusts later and he came completely undone inside you. “Fuuuckk!! Fuck yeah- oh shit baby” he moaned, “fuck! makin’ me cum so much, pretty girl…oh yeah good fuckin’ girl,” he panted to your ear.

After his hips stilled, he pulled out of you, making you whine and clench around nothing, pushing his hot sticky seed out of you.

He chuckled and whispered to your ear, “look at you…all messy n’ dirty,” he cooed. “You cleaned my truck now it's time for me to clean you,” he murmured before peppering kisses down your spine yet again.

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author’s note: THIS WAS MY FIRST FIC EVER AHSHSHEH so forgive me if its shitty or the grammar is horrible bc english is my 2nd language:3 ALSO i have never written smut before heheheh, your feedback is greatly appreciated!! thank you for reading this horny piece of literature!!

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hungharrington · 7 months ago

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okay steve definitely wouldn’t care about body hair, but i just know that man goes feral over your freshly shaved, smoooooth legs

i took this to make him a sillay boyfriend 🫶 sorry if u wanted HAWTNESS this is just silly LUV…. forgive me

The sheets feel cool against your bare legs.

You can feel the scratch of your hair tucked against your neck but you’re too content, all but sinking into the mattress, to be bothered to move it. Your legs are tucked up, your arms splayed wide across the bed. You’ve just done the hard job of an everything-shower and lying down is your well-earned reward.

Across the room, Steve pulls the curtains to cover the window. Shadow falls across the room, banished after a moment when Steve pads to the bed, turning on the lamp. Amber coats the ceiling.

It’s balmy tonight. You feel warm without even being under the covers. Dozing off sounds like a pretty amazing idea right now.

“Not falling asleep with me, are ya?”

You smile at the sound of Steve’s voice, lifting your heavy eyelids to gaze at him.

He looks scruffy the same way he always does at the end of the day. His hair has lost some of its magnificent volume and he’s wearing a ratty old t-shirt from high school. You can see the beginnings of his five o’clock shadow on his jawline. He’s gorgeous.

And you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. The thought makes you smile wider.

“Mm,” you hum, definitely giving away your sleepiness. “Nope.”

A warm hand touches your knee, Steve’s hand reaching out and rubbing it tenderly. He tsks playfully. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby.”

You huff a quiet laugh and let your eyes fall back closed. Steve’s touch has always had a magnetic property, drawn to you whenever he’s near. It has a similar effect on your heart, which always feels like it’s surging forward in your chest to reach him.

The touch shifts, skimming down your shinbone. You expect him to maybe begin a half-hearted massage on your calves— he’s prone to giving them to you— but then, unexpectedly there’s another touch added to your legs.

You lift your head, peering down at him with squinted eyes. He’s crouched down beside the bed and he’s rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin of your legs.

When he knows he’s been spotted, he only grins, shifting his cheek again. “You’re so… smooooth.”

There’s definitely awe in his voice. You laugh, a real laugh this time, and shake your head. You should really stop being surprised when Steve’s a dork — he’s proven to be one time and time again. If you didn’t know different, you might assume this was his first ever relationship.

“Mhmm,” You hum. “That’s part of the appeal, handsome.”

Something glitters in Steve’s eyes at your pet name for him and his grin melts into something softer. His hand on your shin moves again, stroking softly up your calf. His face shows his bewilderment at your supremely smooth skin— and then betrays the look of mischief that crosses his face.

Your brows furrow instinctively. “Steve—” You warn.

He does it anyway, turning and licking one big stroke up your knee. You squeal, surprised at the sensation, and jerk your leg away from him.

“Steve!”

“What!” He mimics your tone, finally getting up onto the bed and crawling up to meet you. He’s smirking, looking terribly proud of himself. He plops himself down, half of his weight pressing into your shoulder as he nuzzles himself into your neck.

“S’just wanna a little taste, that a crime?”

His breath is hot and almost tickles against your neck. It’s impossible not to dissolve into quiet giggles, leaning into him. He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling the two of you closer.

“You’re a dork.”

You can feel the little puff of air he lets out in a laugh as well as the smile that spreads on his mouth. He pokes his tongue out, a minuscule touch against your neck that has you shrieking again— except this time, Steve’s holding you too tight to squirm away.

“Mmhm,” He says. “Your dork.”

You grin, turning to nose against his temple and make a noise of agreement. “Absolutely.”

#this blog kinda has insane energy like…. i wrote that in one go in 20 mins #perhaps not impressive to some but considering it took me like a whole day to mince out 600 words #i’m so PLEASED to have it feel easy #i hope u enjoy some fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #jay writes #steve harrington fluff #tumblr post it in the tags or this guy 🧍‍♂️ dies 🔪

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dinoandguitar · 2 months ago

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Hiii! Your stories are the cutest🥹 May I request a fluff Woozi story where he has a polar opposite partner who is too good for this world and one day he gets a message from them asking him not to be mad because they got injured trying to save a kitten or something😅 thank you!!

"You're Lucky I Love You"

BF!LeeJihoon (WOOZI) x Fem!Reader

Genre: Pure Fluff! Protective Woozi. Black cat X Orange cat/Sunshine

Warnings: Mentions of slight injuries. (Slightly injured reader and cat), Stressed out Woozi.

A/N : Hi! I'm so glad you liked them! 🫶🏾 Thank you so much for the request. Hope you like it :) Please feel free to submit more!

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Being with you was like literally dating sunshine. You were all laughter, wide-eyed wonder, and stubborn kindness… the type to apologise after bumping into chairs and cry over sad commercials.

And Jihoon? W3ll, he was like a black cat who pretended not to care, yet he watched your every step, hovered close enough to catch you if you stumbled, and loved you so much it terrified him sometimes. And he would, without a doubt, move mountains for you if you asked.

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One time, He was at the studio late, fingers busy over his laptop, when your name popped up on his screen.

[❤️]: hiiii Ji pls don’t be mad

[❤️]: i maybe kinda slipped… uhm..trying to save a kitten?

[❤️]: but its ok!!! tiny scratch only!!

[❤️]: i love u so much <3

Jihoon blinked at the screen for a full second, then exhaled slowly through his nose.

Of course.

Of course it was a kitten.

Of course you got yourself hurt.

He called you immediately without a second thought.

You picked up on the first ring, voice a little too soft.

"Hey, Ji! Don’t freak out-"

"Where are you?" he said, already shutting his laptop.

"At the animal clinic down the street. But seriously, it’s nothing!" You giggled softly, that sweet, mischievous sound that normally melted him. But right now, it just made him rub his forehead.

"Stay there. I’m coming."

"You don’t have to! I can walk home, promise-"

"Baby," he said firmly. "Stay."

You let out a tiny "okay," and he could picture you pouting already.

He smiled despite himself, grabbed his jacket, and headed out.

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You were waiting on the curb when he got there, a tiny black kitten bundled up in your hoodie and your sneakers scuffed from who knows what chaos you’d gotten yourself into. The moment you saw him, you lit up like the sun.

"Babyyyy" you sang, waving.

He quickened his pace.

His eyes swept over you automatically, bandaged knee, a few scratches, nothing serious.

You were still bouncing on your heels, grinning like you hadn’t almost given him a heart attack.

"Come here," he grumbled.

You practically skipped into his arms, careful not to squish the kitten, and Jihoon automatically tucked you against him with one arm.

He scowled down at you.

"You’re a menace."

"I’m a hero," you said, showing him the kitten proudly. (Simba style). The kitten mewed weakly, looking at Jihoon with sparkling eyes.

Jihoon sighed.

He looked you over again, checking your hands, your arms, the bump on your knee.You winced slightly when he brushed over a scrape on your palm.He gave you a look.

"Did you even go to the doctor?"

"The vet patched me up," you said sheepishly. "He was very nice."

Jihoon muttered something under his breath and carefully pulled you toward the car."Come on. Let’s get you home before you adopt a whole zoo."You bounced happily beside him.

"Can we keep him?" you asked, wide-eyed.

He glanced down at the tiny kitten. It was scruffy and shaking a little, but it meowed determinedly at him.

Jihoon groaned. Again.

"You’re lucky I love you."

You beamed. "And you love him too!"

"I tolerate him," he said, trying to suppress a smile from seeing the look of excitement on your face.

(He already knew he was to buy cat food on the way home.)

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A/N : AJSJJSJAJS LOVED WRITING THIS SM! Hope ya'll like it. My requests are open :)

#seventeen #svt #svt fluff #woozi seventeen #woozi #svt lee jihoon #lee jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #svt woozi #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #woozi fluff #lee jihoon fluff

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dameronspector · 2 months ago

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Time in a Bottle

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Wife!Reader, Past!Manny Alvarez x Fem!Reader

Summary: You wished you could save time in a bottle. You wished you could stay longer with him. You were supposed to spend the rest of your days in marital bliss, turning gray and wrinkly together. And then, your husband decided to risk his life and save her. She brought in ghosts from your past and took away your reason to live at the same time.

Warnings: Angst. Suicidal Thoughts. Cursing. Canon-typical Gore and injuries, Blood, Based on s2 episode 2. This is literally pain. Major character death. Thoughts of vengeance. Reader goes crazy later. References to Past Manny x Reader (I am assuming Manny to be in his mid-thirties so Reader's age is the same). Manny is kind of toxic now because of his jealousy, If you’re an Abby defender, please click off right away because this is only Abby hate. Reader wishes to kill abby and the salt lake crew.

AN: fuck that show, fuck neil and fuck abby. this is basically self indulgent and i need to vent out my anger and sadness. there will be 2 parts because its too long.

It’s been 5 years since you and Joel decided to finally settle down, 4 since you got married and 7 since you were together. Arriving to Jackson, seeing at first glance how it was a real, functioning, town really shifted something in you and Joel. And then he saw how Tommy had a family of his own, with a baby on the way. Joel’s chest ached with longing to have a life like that with you. So, Joel sat you down one night and proposed you. Straight to the point. Just like him.

You could see how the slow, domestic life was turning him soft- he slept in later, he enjoyed full meals, he had taken up carpentry again, he was more open with his affection for you and Ellie- in short, you were enjoying this slow life with him. You loved seeing him slow down and watch his tender side show up after spending 20 years running, killing and looking over his shoulder. His voice had turned softer and although his joints had become sore with age, you were always there next to him to help soothe them.

Obviously, you said yes. How could you not? He had your whole heart in his hands. He was the reason why you woke up in the morning. You had nothing after him or before him. You grabbed his scruffy face in your hands like he was made of glass and kissed him sweetly. His eyes shone like stars in the dim lighting of your room and he flashed you a dimpled, bashful smile. He told you he didn’t deserve any of this and that you deserve someone younger, someone your age- but he wants to be selfish just this once. You just kissed him deeply and told him that you loved him and only him.

The next morning, you and Joel got your marriage officiated at the town courthouse. It was a simple ceremony. You were wearing a salvaged and simple white dress that was found in one of the abandoned stores and Joel wore his best shirt and trousers. Tommy and Maria were the witnesses and one of the townspeople was acting as the officiant. Ellie and Dina were your bridesmaids and Jesse, Tommy and little Benji Miller were Joel’s best men. The entire town had attended the wedding ceremony. It’s been 4 years since that happy memory. And they had gone by in a blink because your husband was quite literally the best husband in the whole world.

He would cook for you, massage your achy joints, you patch each other’s injuries with gentle touches, you would do the dishes together, he would make you sweet gifts from wood and mend things around the house, you would cook healthy meals for him and keep him active so that his joints wouldn’t turn rusty and the two of you would take long, peaceful, naps everyday. Watching his aged and mature face relax when he was sleeping was your favorite thing to do. You would take your time to run your hands through every wrinkle and dip of his face. He would try to deny it, but he'd lean his head closer to your hand and purred like a cat whenever you ran your hands through his graying curls.

He had also started to help around Jackson- rebuilding houses, expanding the town, fixing the broken stuff, and helping around the community and it made your heart swell with love for him. This man, who had lost everything in his life, was slowly starting to gain his real self back. Everyone loved Joel because of the work he did for them. Your heart especially burst out of your chest when he would play with Tommy and Maria’s son- Benjamin or Benji for short. He was now 5 years old and Joel would still sit him on his tender knees and explain to him about the situation outside Jackson. He talked to Benji in such a delicate voice that it made you tear up. It made you wonder what would it look like if that was your baby on his lap.

After spending half of your life with him, you conceded that Joel Miller was a good man. Yes, he was not an angel because he’s gotten his hands dirty with red, but who is in this world? You had done some fucked up shit that you wouldn’t have before. Ellie, Tommy, Maria, every single person had to go to lengths to protect themselves. But Joel Miller was a loyal man. He was a man who would go to any lengths to protect his own and the vulnerable. He was someone who always put others before him. And that’s what made him a good man. And you couldn't be more happy to spend the rest of your days with this good man.

Deep, deep, down you knew that one day, his selflessness to dive in situations to save others before himself, would be the end of him.

There were some changes to today's patrolling team. Originally, Ellie was supposed to join Joel but considering whatever happened last night, Joel decided to let her sleep in and he went on patrol with you and Dina. He wasn't happy that you were joining him in the terrible weather but you shut him up with a kiss and saddled your horse.

None of you anticipated how deadly the blizzard would be. The visibility was zero, your horses were struggling to walk in the knee deep snow and poor Dina was close to freezing her hands off. You and Joel weren't faring any better. Both of your faces were freezing, his facial hair catching the snow, your aged joints were stiff and you knew his back and knees must've been killing him, but Joel Miller wouldn't be Joel Miller without ignoring his own health and looking after the others. So you bribed him into taking shelter by telling him that you and Dina needed to rest as soon as possible. That got his attention real quick and he spotted a closed off mine and ushered the two of you in it. The packed area kept the place somewhat warm and you and Dina took some time to remove your gloves and stretch your limbs.

Suddenly, there was commotion. It was muffled, but you could feel it. Joel turned his head to look at you and signaled you to mount your horse.

"I'm coming with you, Joel", you told him firmly.

"Go sit on your horse, baby. I'll be back in 5. Look after Dina", he conceded.

You furrowed your eyes at him and he looked at you apologetically before taking off towards the source of the sound. You sighed wearily and mounted your horse. You asked Dina to show her hands and you took in at how her palm was slowly turning into a dark shade of blue.

"Shit, kid, we gotta warm you up", you told her with concern and rubbed your hands against her palm to generate heat. She winced and you mumbled an apology before the upstairs door burst open.

You and Dina snapped your heads up at the sound. It was Joel, thankfully, and he had brought in…a girl with him? He slammed the doors close behind them and the door started shaking, something heavy pounding against it. A horde of infected.

You paid close attention to the girl. She looked to be in her early 20s and she was shaking. Something felt...off. Where did she even come from? You were in the middle of nowhere.

"Joel?!", Dina shouted next to you.

"Up here! I'm comin', I'm comin'", came your husband's voice as he approached the railing to look at you and Dina. You looked up at him and observed him closely to check if he was okay. He looked at you and nodded his head.

He then turned around and started talking to the girl. You still couldn't shake away the odd feeling. The loud banging of the door brought you back to the present. You saw Joel come down with the girl in tow.

"What do we do?!", Dina asked breathlessly.

"We leave!", Joel answered while running over to you.

"We leave? Joel, What?", you asked him in exasperation.

He looked at you with a hurried look in his eyes.

Dina spoke up, her eyes wide. "Back to Jackson?! It's too far, we'll freeze before we get halfway!"

"Joel, it's bad out there, we can't. And there's a fucking horde outside as we speak", you tried to make him understand with pleading eyes.

He made quick work of mounting his horse.

"I'm aware", he replied shortly.

"Where the fuck did they even come from?", Dina's voice was a distant hum in your ears as you focused your laser sharp gaze on the girl that Joel had brought in. She hadn't said a word.

"Where did you come from?", Dina asked the girl in confusion and you supported her question.

"Yeah, where did you come from. We're in the middle of nowhere. And you were out there in that blizzard without a horse?", you questioned her sharply, your eyes narrowed.

Her eyes were wide and she kept darting them between you and Dina, seemingly on edge.

"The mountain", came her immediate reply. Like she'd rehearsed it. You gave her a look and turned to look at Joel. His questioning eyes bored into yours and the loud banging and shrieking behind the door broke your contact.

Dina turned back to look at you and Joel. "Okay, if we stay here we die and if we go out there, we die!", her words rushing out in fear and frustration.

"Joel...We got extra baggage now. What are we doing?", you murmured lowly to him.

He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. "I don't know, I don't know, I'm thinking!"

"The lodge. My friends are holed up in a lodge halfway up the mountain."

All three of you snapped your heads to look at the girl, her body language screaming fear and adrenaline.

"Not far. If the infected are down here, maybe there aren't anymore up there", both you and Dina were looking at her with equal parts confusion and doubt. A fucking lodge? Here?

"Why would you leave that lodge and end up here? Are you dumb or is there somethin' else?", you asked her with a quirked eyebrow. This wasn't your first rodeo. You've encountered stupid raiders like these before.

The door was about to be broken off its hinges. You had no option.

"Fuck it, it's all we got. Are your friends armed?", Joel asked her in haste.

You whipped your head to look at him. "Joel!"

He looked at you and softened his eyes. "Baby, we don't have any other options. D’you trust me?"

You couldn't believe that he was going to trust this girl and her friends just like that. You huffed in frustration and exchanged a skeptical look with Dina before you begrudgingly nodded at him. Of course you trusted him. You trusted him with your life.

"Yeah", the girl nodded.

"Good. We're gonna need 'em. Get on", Joel gestured at her to hop on the horse behind him.

You exchanged another doubtful look with Joel and he just brushed his hand gently over your arm. You didn't notice the way the girl was staring at the exchange with tense eyes.

As you left, the door broke and the horde of infected took over the mine quickly. The four of you rushed down the snow covered hill. The air was biting at your skin as it whipped across your face and numbed it. All of you were covered in snow, your cheeks red and body stiff. But you forced your poor horses to run faster as the horde followed you.

You suddenly came at stop and noticed a thick air of smoke and fire in the distance. Jackson. Oh god. Please be okay, you thought about your family. You thought about Ellie, Tommy, Maria and little Benji.

"Joel!", you got his attention with a concerned yell.

All three of them looked over towards the scene.

"What? Oh god", Dina exclaimed breathlessly.

"I have to go back!", Joel announced.

You widened your eyes and walked your horse closer to his. "Are you crazy? What do you mean you have to go back? How-"

"We won't make it!", Dina exasperated.

Joel turned his head to look at you with alert eyes. As if he wanted to relay this to you, and you only. "If i don't make it, I don't make it. I-"

"Shut the fuck up, Joel", you scolded him with a frustrated voice. Your eyes filled up with tears. Why was he so hell-bent on doing something reckless every time?

"We're almost there! The lodge is just up ahead- it's like a minute. We've got blankets, ammo. My friends can help you get back. We can fight", the girl sitting behind Joel spoke over your argument.

You turned to look at her with a scrutinising stare. You still didn’t believe her but Joel was already being way too stubborn right now and Dina was inching closer to hypothermia. You didn’t want to risk that. You and Joel took one last look towards Jackson and reined your horses.

"Fast!", Joel commanded over the howling wind and all three of you took off quickly.

So you followed her lead and took off for the lodge, effectively distracting the horde to focus on the other horde coming from the top of the mountain.

"Horses! We got Horses!"

You heard a few voices overlap as you approached the lodge. There were around 4 people standing, you noticed. The wind was picking up pace, hitting your face like someone was stabbing you with tiny needles.

Joel got off his horse before helping you and Dina down. The girl was helped by one of the men in the group. Joel checked if you were alright and you told him to check on Dina instead because she had become way too stiff for your liking. Joel bundled up Dina under his jacket and put an arm around you to keep you close to his body heat. You were now shivering violently against him and he pulled you closer.

You walked upstairs into a room that overlooked the mountains with a giant glass window. Joel made haste and and walked you and Dina by the fireplace. He rubbed Dina's arms before another girl from the group took over and began treating her. Joel turned his attention to you and bundled you up close to him. You were stiff and shaking head to toe. Your lips were a slight tinge of blue.

"Hey, hey hey hey- Baby? Look at me", Joel fretted over you and brought his cold hands up to cup your face.

You leaned your face against his palms numbly and his name left your mouth in a whisper.

"I know, I know, I'm here", he reassured you and brought you closer to his chest, trapping your body heat.

In your haze, you could faintly hear Abby say something to Joel to which he originally opposed to but after a few seconds, he pulled away from you hesitantly. You whined and tried to grasp his shirt in your numb hands. He held your cold hands and put them right next to his heart.

"It's okay, honey. They're helpin' us. We gotta get you warm, yeah?', he cooed to softly and gently pulled away from you.

As soon as Joel pulled away from you, you heard a faint gasp and the entire room quieted down. You swiveled your heavy head towards the sound and tried to focus your blurry eyes on the person in front of you. Joel slid his hand down to hold your elbow and the other arm was holding you by your shoulders.

"(Name)?", you heard a voice whisper.

Joel whipped his head to look at him. "How the fuck do you know her?", he growled.

Manny cleared his throat. "Just...from back in the day. We were in the same QZ."

Joel's face twisted in confusion and anger. You'd never told him about this man. Joel wasn't sure whether he should trust him or not. Before he could ask you about this, the girl decided to break the tension, seemingly in a rush. "Okay, Manny, help her out. He knows what he's doing, trust me", she added the last part when she noticed Joel try to argue with her.

Joel let out a weary sigh and reluctantly handed you over to this...Manny. His fingers were constantly rubbing against reach other, worried for you and Dina, when he noticed that Jackson was perfectly visible from here. He rushed over to the window and stared at it in despair, not knowing if Ellie, Tommy and the others were okay.

Manny's POV

Manny damn near fainted when he saw you in that man's arms. He was seeing you after almost a decade. A decade since you two parted ways and he foolishly let you go. He tried looking for you for 5 years but eventually gave up, believing that you were dead. But here you were, delirious and cold, against this old man who talked to you like you were something fragile and precious. Just like how he used to talk to you back then. He noted how you looked so mature and strong, yet so vulnerable and beautiful at the same time.

He could feel the stares of everyone in the room. Especially this man's. He turned to look at him with fury in his eyes after Manny uttered your name. Manny snapped himself out of his daze and explained how you had been in the same qz. But that wasn't it, was it? It was way more than that. It wasn't just acquaintance.

Manny carefully approached Joel, his eyes dialed into you and took you in his arms. Your eyes were bleary and unfocused out of exhaustion. He took some time to take you in. Your hair was longer now, a faded scar by on your forehead, your skin was smooth as ever, just tinged with red now. He took note of the blue tinge on your lips and immediately got to work. He bundled you up in your jacket and a blanket and brought you closer to the fire, hugging you closely to his chest. He rubbed his hands on your arms quickly to warm you up faster.

Manny still couldn't fathom that you were here, in his arms. He carefully took your left hand in both of his and started blowing hot air on it. As he was rubbing your hand, his fingers brushed against a metal ring on your ring finger. He froze. You were married? To that man? Manny clenched his jaw tightly. He didn’t know if he was jealous or upset that he let you go easily. But he was sure about one thing- whatever Abby was planning, you were off limits.

Your body was finally warming up and you came to consciousness. You felt a warm presence next to you. You took a deep breath in, trying to look for Joel’s comforting scent but you were met with an unfamiliar one. Your eyes shot open in alarm and you jolted out of your haze before pushing at the body next to you.

“Hey-hey- (Name)- it’s okay”, the voice tried to calm you down, holding your flailing arms against their chest.

You gave a final push and looked up.

There’s no way.

Your breath hitched and you stared at him. The same curly hair, the same pink splotches on his cheeks, the same brown eyes except he had facial hair now. “Manny?”, you whispered in disbelief.

You thought he was dead. For the past 10 years, you thought he was fucking dead. Manny lowered his eyes in shame. Your face shifted with a thousand emotions at the same time. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to cry or punch him across the face.

Your mouth fell open and Joel called for you before you could say anything. “Honey?”, he made his way over and you kept your teary eyes on Manny before rushing into Joel’s arms. You met him halfway and he gathered you in his warm embrace.

“Hey, you good? Don’t get up so quickly”, he chided you in a gruff voice while brushing your flyaways from your forehead. He grabbed your chin gently and pulled you away from his chest to look at him. You furrowed your brows in concern, tears making your vision blurry. Then, all of sudden, you remembered- “Dina- where’s- where’s Dina?”, you asked him in a shaky voice.

"She's okay, see, they're helpin' her", he told you softly and gestured at Dina. You looked over at her and nodded your head before your eyes fell on the large glass window in front of you. It was overlooking the snowy landscape and you could see Jackson, still burning, the orange of the fire a bright contrast against the stark white snow. "Joel-", you let out a sad whisper and pulled him towards the window, him guiding you with an arm across your shoulders. The two of you looked out at the smoke and ash curling in the air helplessly.

Joel clenched his jaw and barked orders at the others. "Okay, everybody grab blankets, ammo, whatever weapons you have, we're headin' out in three minutes."

"Uh- sorry, I'm-I'm Abby-" so she does have a name. "This is Nora, Manny, Owen and Mel", the moment she said Manny you threw him a tentative glance. Manny turned away.

Joel just twisted his face in disinterest and turned around to contact anyone who was in the radio room. "Jackson, come in", he furrowed his eyebrows in concern and held up the radio with both of his hands. "Tommy, come in. Do you copy?" You took note of the desperation in his voice and ran your hand across his back again, blankly staring ahead.

Manny's POV

"Jackson!", the man shouted in the radio once again. There was no chance that he'd get any signal. Manny brought up his gaze to look at you. You were standing close to him, your hand splayed across his back in a tender and supporting embrace. Manny clenched his fingers into a fist.

"Her name's Dina", Abby spoke quietly while gesturing at Dina. "She is-" Abby gave a look to Manny, "(Name), as we all know by now. She's related to him somehow", Abby spoke in a low voice, so as to not alert you. Manny chose to keep his mouth shut and not reveal your relationship to the man next to you. His gears started turning. He needed to keep you safe somehow.

"Jackson!", the man yelled again.

"And he...", Abby turned around to removed her coat before continuing, "..is Joel."

The room was suddenly way too quiet. Manny felt like his ears were filled with water. Of fucking course you were married to Joel. This was going to be a pain in the ass. But his condition still stands. You were off fucking limits. He walked over to Abby and held her arm. "Do whatever the fuck you want with him, not a scratch on her", he conceded harshly.

Abby turned her head to look at him. "You can't be serious-" "I don't fucking care. She's not a part of this shit", Manny warned her.

Abby furrowed her eyebrows and reluctantly nodded yes. Manny clenched his jaw so tightly that he felt like his teeth were going to break. He couldn't fight for you then, but he'd do it now.

"Hey Jackson, does anyone copy? Any patrols, anyone?", Joel barked in the radio again. You couldn't help but feel restless, for some reason. Like your heart had fallen down to the deepest pits of your stomach, your chest constricting painfully. Behind you the room had gone way too quiet for your liking.

"Tommy, if you can hear me, we've got these--"

"Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel-"

You and Joel whipped your head around to see Manny had held Dina on gunpoint. Your stomach turned. Your eyes widened. "Manny!", your voice furious. You couldn't believe he could stoop so low. Joel made a move and the other guy-Owen- stopped him.

"Ch-Ch-Ch. Ah-Ah-Ah!", he pointed his gun at Joel. You grabbed Joel's arm and both of you raised your arms. You had handled a lot of these similar situations back in the day. This was like second nature to you.

Manny pressed the gun tighter to Dina's temple and Joel made a motion of surrendering. Your face twisted in pain and you tried to placate him. "Manny...lower the gun. She's just a kid, please", you requested in a wobbly voice and raised your arms higher. Joel looked between the two of you with a distant look in his eyes.

Manny clenched his jaw tighter and his eyes flashed with unease. He couldn't disappoint you once more. But he was already protecting you, why should he worry about these other two? He gripped his gun firmly and shoved Dina back into his chest.

Your face twisted in pain. What the fuck was wrong with him? In all the years you knew him, he was never this…heartless.

"We're not gonna hurt her", Abby began and your eyes followed the bald headed girl- Nora- as she removed Dina's gun from her holster, "we're just gonna put her to sleep for a while."

Nora walked over to you and Joel and took away your radios and guns as well. You and Joel silently complied. "Trust me, it's for the best", Abby suggested with a smirk. You glared at her and your breathing quickened. You saw Joel subtly shake his head from the corner of your eye.

"Do it", she ordered the other girl-Mel- with a shake of her head.

Mel looked skeptical, glancing between Abby and Dina nervously. You almost laughed. Her own group was untrusting of her.

Abby turned her head to address Mel, "If you don't do it, I'm gonna smash her in the fuckin' head", she spit out.

"Watch it", you seethed at her and clenched your hands. She stared you down, challenging. Mel immediately got to work and bent down to retrieve something from the backpack.

"You wanna rob us? Fine, take what you want", Joel offered in a steady voice.

"Do we look like raiders to you?", Abby questioned him while removing her jacket and Manny turned his attention back towards you and Joel. You clenched your jaw. You knew there was something off about her. Joel darted his eyes around the room. He looked at Owen and then Manny. "No", he declared gruffly.

"She's been on my ass since the moment she saw me. Tell me, (Name), what do we look like?", She questioned you and crossed her arms.

You stared at her menacingly. "A bad fucking actress, is what you look like to me", you bit back.

Abby's face flickered with a look of offense before she scoffed. "What do we look like?", she addressed Joel.

Joel darted his eyes between her and Manny, keeping an eye on Dina. "Military." Joel looked around the room and considered the only other option. "Fireflies?", his voice wavered slightly.

Abby shrugged. "Used to be. Haven't you heard? There are no more fireflies. They're all gone."

Joel tensed and his eyes shone with painful memories. You were frozen to your spot. This is what kept you up at night. That there would be some loose ends that would come back to haunt you later. You and Joel shifted your gaze to Mel, who was preparing some kind of syringe. "What the hell is that?", you murmured.

"No- NO. Get that shit away from me-", Dina struggled against Manny. Joel took a shaky breath in. "This is just gonna put you to sleep- this is going to put you to sleep for one hour, I promise", Mel tried placating her. So far, she was the only one who was cordial in this group.

Dina struggled further in Manny's arms and he tightened his arms around her. She looked at you and Joel and you gave her a look of sympathy while Joel nodded his head at her, telling her to cooperate. She finally calmed down and reluctantly let Mel inject her with an anaesthetic. Dina panted and looked towards you again, Joel giving her a nod of reassurance.

“No. No. No!”, Dina whimpered and you closed your eyes in pain. She soon passed out and slipped down Manny’s arms who laid her on the floor. You opened your eyes, your tears flowing down your cheeks, looking at her unconscious body which looked smaller than it was. You raised your eyes to stare into Manny’s intensely. He looked at you, his eyes shining with something that you couldn’t quite grasp.

“See, breathing”, Abby announced casually as if she hadn’t just ordered to inject someone with a drug against their wishes. Fucking moron.

“That’s a nice scar you have on your right temple; there”, she stated. Your body stiffened. How the fuck did she know that? Joel looked at her in confusion.

“I’d say you’re about, what, six feet?”, she mentioned casually, taking her eyes across Joel’s body. “In your 60s now?” You couldn’t believe the audacity of this girl. You furrowed your eyebrows and your face twisted in a grimace. Joel’s breathing quickened. Abby chuckled suddenly,“You actually are, pretty handsome”, she raised her eyebrows, “congrats on that.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re a fucking weirdo, so congrats on that”, you gritted your teeth and spit at her. She chuckled again, like this was all a joke. Joel side eyed her and turned to look at you. “It’s okay, baby. Relax”, he soothed you.

She then gave Joel an offer- to tell the truth. And something about they’ll all know if he’s speaking the truth and that she’ll let Dina live. You almost charged at her but Joel shook his head at you.

“Where was the last place you saw the fireflies?”

There it was. They were connected to the hospital. You should’ve known.

Both you and Joel knew what she was talking about. Joel’s face shifted in recognition and his eyes filled up with tears. Your hands were shaking and you felt bile rise up your throat. “Salt Lake.”

Abby moved back in satisfaction. “At least you’re honest.”

Joel turned his back to look at Jackson in the distance. The smoke, ash and fire still persisted. His mind was roaming around in circles. He was physically here but mentally back in Jackson. He needed to get you and Dina out of here. He needed to save your home. He needed to save his family. He felt like he was stuck in his personal hell- his heart cut into a million pieces and thrown around in different places for him to pick up and protect. Joel turned back, “I saved your life”, he tried to bargain. Abby scoffed loudly. “What life?”

And it happened in a blink. She turned around with a big rifle in her hand. Your eyes widened. She shot Joel in his kneecap. Joel let out a guttural scream that made your stomach twist. And he fell face first on the ground.

“JOEL!”, you yelled and kneeled by his side to hold him. You glowered at Abby. “FUCK YOU!”, you were full on sobbing now. Your vision was blurry, your speech wobbly and your hands were violently shaking. All you could see was that Joel was writhing next to you and your ears rang with the gunshot and his screams. “Hey, hey, hey, baby. It’s okay, I’m here. I know it hurts, Joel. C‘mon, get up for me, baby”, you soothed him with a tearful, whiny voice. You helped him turn on his back. He let out more pained grunts and screams. You tore your shirt’s hem and tied it around his knee, as a makeshift torniquet. The fabric was quickly sopping wet from the blood, it flowed through it and stained your hands a crimson colour. Manny looked at you two with thinly veiled surprise on his face.

“Baby, come on-I know it hurts”, you tried to get him to look at you but his eyes were tightly shut in pain. You held his head in your lap and caressed his cheek gently. You had shut out the background noise from your ears- your entire body tuned into Joel. Your face was damp with tears and your hands were sticky with his blood. You wanted to cut off your hands. Joel gasped in pain and held your forearm. “I know baby, I know it hurts. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Joel”, you apologised to him and kissed his forehead. You were about to turn around and cuss out Abby again before Mel sat down next to you and you fixed her with a glare.

“It’s just a tourniquet. Please”, she showed her belt to you and raised her arms up. Your teary, red face looked at her in anger. You helped Joel sit up carefully and let her torniquet his knee. He let out whimpers and loud grunts of pain. You kissed his shoulder, whispering reassurances in his ear, “It’s okay, it’s okay”, and you took a look at his face. He was breathing so quickly that you were worried he was going to hyperventilate. He sucked in harsh breaths and gritted his teeth before shooting Manny a look.

Manny’s face was blank- whether he was uncomfortable with what Abby did or because of you and Joel, you don’t know. But you looked at him with disappointment and anger radiating through your whole being and he turned his gaze away from you.

Mel tightened the torniquet around Joel’s knee and he screamed in pain once again. Your face twisted in agony and you braced yourself against him, an arm curled around his bicep tightly, other arm supporting his back and your face buried in his shoulder. You couldn’t take it anymore. You’ve never heard those sounds from Joel’s mouth before and you wished you’d die before you heard them again. Manny looked at you with longing but his face flickered with a sick satisfaction. Mel finished tightening the torniquet and Joel finally leaned back on his hand and took deep breaths in to calm down. He leaned himself against your side, exhausted, and you brought him closer to lean his head on your shoulder. You kissed his hair. Abby approached you two and kneeled in front of Joel. “You’re tough. I guess you probably have to be, killing all those people”, she smiled sarcastically.

“Get the fuck away from him before I blow your brains out”, you growled at her, your bloodshot eyes staring at her sharply. She shot you an amused look. “You’re so lucky. Got two men protecting you and that’s why I can’t hurt you, unfortunately”, she said with a fake upset-tone lacing her voice.

You looked at her in confusion and Joel growled. “Don’t talk to her.” She turned to look at Joel with an annoyed look in her eyes.

“Did you count as you went, or…I guess maybe it just didn’t matter?”, she shrugged in a nonchalant way. Joel gulped harshly to swallow his pain and tried to sit up. Abby finally confessed about her being the daughter of the doctor that Joel killed in Salt Lake. You scoffed, you were almost going to tell her off but Joel grasped your hand in his and squeezed it, to tell you to stop. His lip was quivering as he was going down the memory of that fateful day.

She then went on and on about some stupid fucking code that was taught to her by her commander and warned Joel to not to go to Seattle and that he wouldn’t get a chance to. You gritted your teeth and stared her down, your hands itching to pick up a gun and shoot her then and there. She then surprised you by running her hand across his forehead and called him helpless in a fake pitiful way.

“And your….girlfriend? Can’t even do anything because she knows it would be stupid. Isn’t that right?”, she asked you condescendingly.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, bored with her so called monologue.

She leaned back, and then her face shifted into something psychotic. Like a switch was flipped. Abby looked at Manny and subtly nodded her head. Manny clenched his fists and made his way over to you before picking you up.

“What- leave me the fuck alone, Manny!”, you glowered and thrashed against him, hitting his chest. Joel turned to look at you with panic in his eyes. He shifted his focus on Manny, his gaze murderous. “Don’t touch her-”, he growled and tried to get up when Manny kicked him in the ribs and he fell back, grunting.

“Joel! No- please. Manny, please stop this”, you clawed at Manny’s arms and almost begged him. “The less you struggle, the less he’ll suffer, (nickname)”, Manny murmured in your ear. Your body was shaking with sobs, reaching for Joel helplessly. He was in so much pain it made your chest hurt. Joel grunted and sat up slowly to reassure you in his soft, caring voice. “I’m alright, honey. I’m here, it’s okay.”

You shook your head in desperation, your throat scratchy from all the crying. You thrashed against Manny harder and he trapped your arms before holding you at gun point, pressing the cold gun against your temple. “I’ll kill you, Manny. You know that”, you warned him. He knew you could become feral if you had to. He knew you were capable of disarming him and killing him then and there. But you were vulnerable right now and he was going to use it for his advantage. "I know, angel”, he simply agreed with you and pressed you tighter against his chest, his gun pressing harshly against your temple.

“Stop. Stop it. You want me, leave her alone. Please”, Joel begged in a shaky voice. You sobbed harder, he’s never begged in front of such losers before. Abby chuckled. “Oh well, we don’t want to hurt her anyways.”

Your heart fell down to your stomach.

Part 2

AN: sorry for the cliffhanger, i had to split it in two part because i don't wanna bore yall with long fics!!

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