#this is easily the longest thing i've ever written

[the-ominous-owl]

the sentient halo au, she is complete

The Halo doesn’t like the warehouse.

It’s the first thing Ava notices as she follows Bea inside, still reeling slightly from their moment against the jeep, from the intensity, then sudden lack thereof. Bea still hasn’t looked at her, and her brief, loaded exchange with Michael had ignited an ache in Ava’s chest that Ava doesn’t know how to deal with. She wants, desperately, to catch Bea’s arm, to drag her back outside, to make the kind of dangerous promises Ava has no way to keep, promises like I’ll never leave you or Everything’s going to be okay.

But she can’t, because the Halo doesn’t like the warehouse. It’s buzzing nervously under Ava’s skin to urge her forward, so instead of hooking her arm around Bea’s waist and dragging her away, Ava just follows her inside, adjusting her pace until they’re walking side-by-side and trying to ignore the way the Halo had started shivering against her spine the moment she’d crossed the threshold and hasn’t stopped yet.

Inside, the warehouse is sparse but not empty, and not unoccupied. Stacks of wooden pallets and ancient, rusting shipping containers serve as perches and leaning posts for just under a dozen people, all of whom are masking varying levels of anxiety under a thin veneer of affected insouciance. They perk up when Michael enters, but their enthusiasm visibly dims when they catch sight of Ava and Beatrice behind him, each expression shifting to land somewhere along a spectrum of curiosity and concern.

The one standing in the centre of the space – a woman that Ava vaguely recognises from the bar – shifts to the side as Michael approaches, revealing the man behind her isn’t standing so much as hanging from his bound hands, suspended from a crane hook and looking surprisingly unbothered by it.

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[qwertyfingers]

my life is out of control

[silver-words-and-inky-secrets]

HEARTS OF ASH IS BACK LETS GOO!! I am so happy you updated! The wait was definitely a worthwhile, but even so don't pressure yourself about it. It's all for fun after all! I am very normal about this ayup, love basta's development throughout the chapters, excited for more

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it <3 Honestly, I'm also very excited to continue this fic! I have a lot of fun writing it^^

[mothpawbs]

here's the rough draft of the mcr vs lord huron compare/contrast essay i'm doing for a college class bc i can't be stopped

it's under the read more, also i'm tagging the people who said in the tags of my last post about this that they'd like to read it, thanks for encouraging my chaos. enjoy :)

               There are many bands and musicians in the world. Because of this, there is bound to be some overlap and similarities between artists eventually. But while this is usually confined to artists of similar genres, occasionally there will be two bands from completely different scenes who are remarkably similar. My Chemical Romance and Lord Huron are two such bands. Quite popular within their own circles, but scarcely heard of beyond pop culture references outside of their fanbases, both have somehow filled the same oddly specific musical and cultural niche while never once interacting.

               One similarity they share is their origins, specifically of their respective founders. My Chemical Romance was founded in 2001 by New Jersey native Gerard Way, and Lord Huron was founded nine years later in 2010 by the Michigan-born Ben Schneider. Both dabbled in music from a young age, and eventually moved on to be educated as visual artists, something both would use later in the creation of album art and supplemental media for their music. Eventually, both ended up following their dreams of creating bands, with Way creating My Chemical Romance in response to witnessing the 9/11 attacks and Schneider forming Lord Huron simply because it was something he felt he needed to do.

A major difference between the two is their genre of choice. My Chemical Romance is a star of the alternative rock scene, with their heavy instrumentals and dramatic vocals, and has a sound and aesthetic inspired by the works of bands such as Queen, Misfits, Black Flags, The Smiths, and Ramones (La Bella, 2008). Lord Huron brightly contrasts that, with their classic indie folk twang and layered acoustics influenced by the likes of Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and Kate Bush (Orlando, 2022). The closest they ever come in music style is Lord Huron’s third studio album Vide Noir, a vivid departure from their previous folk sound for a heavier, distinctively eerie and distorted garage rock vibe.

Likely the most striking similarity for their fans, both bands are well-known for their extensively narrative-driven concept albums, something which by itself could warrant its own essay. Both bands use their music to tell stories, with each having a surface-level meaning along with a deeper purpose within the overarching plot of an album, as opaque and those plots can sometimes be. My Chemical Romance tells fairly explicit tales, with the doomed murderous duo in I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, the revenge-fueled mission to save a lost lover (likely the same from Bullets) in Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, a cancer patient’s life, death, and subsequent trip to Hell in The Black Parade, and the Killjoys’ resistance against Better Living Industries in Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys. Lord Huron, while having equally rich narratives, are much more vague with their storytelling. Lonesome Dreams tells of a man wandering the world alone, Strange Trails starts with a fast-paced and jaunty gang tale before diving into supernatural themes bordering on cryptid horror, Vide Noir is a bleak and psychotic search for a lost love influenced by drugs and cosmic horrors, and Long Lost seems to be the songs of radio ghosts who maybe don’t quite realize they’re ghosts. Both artists also have companion material for at least one album each, with the story of Danger Days continued through Way’s comic series Killjoys, and Lord Huron recently revealing the full story of Vide Noir with a feature-length film by the same name. Fans of both artists revel in analyzing every video, lyric, and promo piece for details on these stories, and it is the double meanings in their songs that keep many fans coming back for more.

Speaking of these double meanings, another major similarity the bands show is the themes often used in their songs. While their approaches may differ, both bands have one overarching theme that permeates most of their songs: death. My Chemical Romance approaches death from several angles: as a terrifying thing to fight against, and as something to ultimately be embraced. The best example of this is the narrative of The Black Parade, with almost the entire album beingdedicated to the experience and processing of death by the main character, known as the Patient. This is most apparent in the songs The End, Dead!, Cancer, and Famous Last Words. Lord Huron approaches this topic in a similar fashion, with death, as well as one’s memory fading and disappearing, cast as a somber inevitability. This is something the POV of a song is either avoiding (The Man Who Lives Forever, The Yawning Grave, Ancient Names (Parts I and II), and Not Dead Yet) or actively accepting and/or anticipating (The Ghost On The Shore, The Birds Are Singing At Night, Until The Night Turns, Way Out There, Wait By The River, and What Do It Mean). Schneider also adds a third angle, the horror of dying and coming back. This is explored most in the albums Strange Trails and Vide Noir, with songs like The World Ender, Meet Me In The Woods, The Balancer’s Eye, and Back From The Edge detailing what might happen if one dies and returns, for reasons of revenge, rejection by the powers that be, or maybe no reason at all. Another facet of death that both bands explore is death or disappearance of a loved one, with songs like My Chemical Romance’s Helena, The Ghost Of You, and Welcome To The Black Parade, and Lord Huron’s In The Wind, The Night We Met, and Drops In The Lake. In total, both bands have the topic of death covered on almost all fronts possible.

Despite the differences in their genres, influences, presences, and even statuses (with Lord Huron currently still a band and My Chemical Romance only becoming active again recently after an almost ten-year breakup), these two groups share a truly remarkable number of similarities in both their origins and approaches to writing songs and albums. Both explore similar topics, albeit in different ways, and use their chosen medium to process similar themes and bring their stories to audiences that can resonate with them. There is a non-negligible overlap of people who would consider themselves fans of both bands, which, though surprising at first, becomes less shocking when these similarities are weighed against their differences.

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[primofate]

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

End

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[britishchick09]

i checked the word count of the rewrite so far and it’s 151,585!!! :o

[httpsserene]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐬 (𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠!) - 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: maybe this time, the natural distance between them concerning their now different job requirements would help max get over his small, miniscule, tiny, fractional, microscopic, miniature, little, itty-bitty crush on daniel. it didn’t work the first time, when younger-max had avoided his ex-teammate like the plague after his move to a different team—if anything that absence made his heart ache for daniel more, even though he tried his hardest to hate him. so now, maybe that max isn’t the one causing the growing gap between him and daniel, this space might dissolve max’s fondness. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. idiots in love. mild angst. fluff. happy ending. attempt at humor. plot with a side of porn. the timeline is mostly accurate. max verstappen is an oblivious idiot. daniel ricciardo is an obvious idiot. 5+1 things (in a way). the three musketeers: charles, pierre, and lando. light praise kink. light dom/sub undertones. mild orgasm delay/denial. 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 9.5k 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: max verstappen x daniel ricciardo

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: so....how's life been treating y'all while i disappeared for two months :) ? no, um, sorry for ghosting you guys; i know, i'm surprised that i didn't forget my login info. life started being life for a good amount of time and i got really sucked into school and work. aside from the boring everyday stuff, i've got an internship this summer (yay!), i'm pretty sure i have a bit of a mutual-crush with this boy in my morning lecture, and i've started playing final fantasy sixteen.

anyways, this is my longest work ever! and i'm dedicating it to one of my sweetest betas, bianca. you requested this long before my disappearing act in december, and i told you i was nearly finished with a 6k-word fic for your request. to make up for my unexplained absence, i rewrote the entire thing into a near ten-thousand word feel-good masterpiece.

i hope this fic is of good enough quality for all of you wonderful f1-stans to forgive me because, i'm back, and hopefuily here to stay lol. enjoy reading, loves &lt; 3.

requested & written by/for @biancathecool

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milton keynes, red bull racing headquarters, pre-season 2023

daniel looks happy. max doesn’t know why that surprises him—maybe he’s projecting his emotions (his therapist says he does that quite often) onto the man. the surprise makes sense though, max thinks, as he watches the australian chatter away with the engineers, the largest toothy smile spread across his face like he never left red bull behind in 2018. if it were max who had gone through the mclaren bullshit along with not having a guaranteed seat for the upcoming 2023 season, and he had to settle for a third driver position: he would scourge the world with his fury.

but: it’s not max, it’s daniel. it’s daniel, who was warmly welcomed back into navy blue (papaya did not suit him), it’s daniel, who doesn’t snap at the marketing team when they ask how he’s “coping” with not being on the grid. it’s daniel, who becomes friends with checo easily. it’s daniel, who’s scheduled to fulfill the pr activities that the two red bull drivers refuse to complete. it’s daniel, who has clocked in insane hours in the sim and factory while max has been enjoying his off-season. 

it’s daniel, who hasn’t shown any signs of disappointment about not having a seat this year.

if he won’t show or admit it, max will. having a race weekend without daniel doesn’t feel right. max knows this, even though the season hasn’t started yet: he’s going to be miserable. it’s like when daniel left him the team. of course, max had pushed daniel away after he signed with renault. what was he supposed to do? react calmly with the emotional intelligence he didn’t have? max thought the man hated him when he didn’t tell him that he was leaving before the news was released. 

regardless, instead of the australian leaving, this time around he’s coming back, which max had originally believed was the best thing to ever happen. he’s not so sure of that anymore. daniel belongs in the car chasing him with the smell of burning rubber and petrol surrounding them. max doesn’t appreciate how the smell of race tracks has already disappeared from him. he could tell it was missing when daniel made a show of giving max the biggest hug as soon as he stepped foot in the factory.

maybe this time, the natural distance between them concerning their now different job requirements would help max get over his small, miniscule, tiny, fractional, microscopic, miniature, little, itty-bitty crush on daniel. it didn’t work the first time, when younger-max had avoided his ex-teammate like the plague after his move to a different team—if anything that absence made his heart ache for daniel more, even though he tried his hardest to hate him. so now, maybe that max isn’t the one causing the growing gap between him and daniel, this space might dissolve max’s fondness.

“max, kid,” christian waves a hand in front of max’s face with an unimpressed look, “did you hear a single thing i said or were you too distracted by the sight of daniel in red bull gear again?”

the tips of max’s ears redden, and he snaps his head away from where it was turned to watch daniel’s constant smile, to face his team principal. max doesn’t know what he was thinking; his crush is going nowhere.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑.

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[strwbmei]

Matchup Event

Matchup for: @woman-simp

Matchups: Elysia, Lisa, Kokomi

Contains: maybe ooc, fluff, nsfw, alcohol consumption (lisa), mommy kink (lisa), impact play (lisa), whipping (lisa), tentacles (kokomi), guided masturbation (elysia), phone sex (elysia), underwater date (kokomi), possessive sex (kokomi), cunningilus (kokomi), marking (kokomi), dacryphilia (kokomi)

A/N: So, so sorry for taking so long! I think this is the longest thing I've written. I hope you like it!

Elysia

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ You two are so different, yet so similar at the same time! You complete each other's flaws in all of the best ways, and neither of you can imagine a life without the other.

: ̗̀➛ As much as Elysia wants to wrap herself around you and cling to you at any chance, she's very understanding with your boundaries when it comes to that sort of stuff. Besides, it'll only make your shows of affection that much more meaningful— or so, Elysia says.

: ̗̀➛ She'll definitely be holding your hand 24/7, though! Elysia would either drag you to every interesting thing she sees (mostly boutiques and small food stalls on the street) or squeeze your hand tightly if you're getting overwhelmed by crowds or loud noises.

: ̗̀➛ Elysia doesn't mind when you act "mean" to her. She can easily see through what you're doing, and in fact, she thinks it's cute! She'll act all dramatically hurt, but that's really only one of her many ways to "trick" you into giving her a kiss to make up for what you did.

: ̗̀➛ Whenever you're talking about your interests, Elysia is torn. She just can't decide if she should learn about them to match your enthusiasm or stay uninformed because you are extremely attractive in her eyes whenever you're explaining something you're passionate about.

Dates with Elysia are... spontaneous, to say the least. Most of the time, neither of you are prepared nor do you have anything planned. You and Elysia are just walking aimlessly, stopping across anything that piques your interest.

: ̗̀➛ You don't need to worry about cuddles— Elysia will gladly provide as much of them as you want, and more! She was a bit shy about it when you two first started dating, but now, you've accepted your fate as her personal pillow to hug, lay on, and hold as much as she wishes.

Even on your first date, you were only spending time together as usual before the elf suddenly asked you out. You had no time to prepare, but you would never refuse her. "Ooh, look! I didn't know they had such a cozy cafe in this part of the city!" Elysia suddenly exclaimed, hurriedly speed-walking to what seemed to be a small, homey coffee bar with your hand in hers. Before she can even reach the cafe, she's already talking about going there for your next date until she spots a small stall on the side of the road offering tarot card readings. And then someone selling animal balloons. And then a cute cat. It doesn't take much time until you're getting dragged from place to place. Elysia is like a small kid walking into a store with all of the toys they could only ever dream of, and you have to admit, seeing her all excited has your heart racing and blood rushing to your cheeks.

It's like she's seeing the world for the first time. And it is when she's with you— your presence somehow makes the world that much more of a positive and colorful place in her eyes. Normally, you'd be tired out of your mind from running around so much— and frankly, this is probably the most you've walked in a single day— but Elysia somehow manages to make even the most draining and mundane things enjoyable. You can't imagine wanting to spend your life with anyone else.

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Elysia is surprisingly more on the vanilla side. Sex for her is more about being vulnerable and open and showing your love for each other. Still, that doesn't mean she doesn't have any kinks.

: ̗̀➛ She's mostly into overstimulating and/or edging, whether she's the one receiving or giving. Being able to give and take away her partner's pleasure as she wishes gives her such a power trip. You're just so cute, all teary-eyed as you beg her to make you cum like you know she can easily do.

: ̗̀➛ Elysia isn't cruel at all, though! Sure, being edged for hours on end might burn, but she somehow makes the orgasm you'll feel by the end of it make all of it worth it.

: ̗̀➛ On that note, Elysia isn't much of a fan of rough sex. She wants to feel loved and safe during it, and she wants the same for you as well. The last thing she'd want is to hurt her precious sweetheart. Light choking and slapping are definitely on the table, though.

: ̗̀➛ Oh, and if you happen to mention that you'd let her use you any way she wants? Good luck because there's no way Elysia would have any need to masturbate when she has such a pretty girl willing to service her on those nights when she wants you most.

: ̗̀➛ Expect endless praise while you're having sex. You're just so beautiful and pretty and gorgeous in her eyes, and Elysia just can't shut up about it! It's not even a conscious decision— she's merely saying whatever comes to her mind.

For the first time in your relationship, Elysia is away. Far, far away.

Her job had an emergency and required her to travel for a week. It took many "fights" (aka Elysia refusing to leave your side, even going as far as to offer to somehow fit you inside of her suitcase), but you finally managed to convince her that what she wanted just wasn't possible.

It's only a week, after all. You've survived a decade or two being single; one week away from your lover isn't going to kill you. Or so, that was what you thought. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you had gotten used to her beaming smile greeting you first thing in the morning. Your days don't seem complete without her by your side. You were missing her. Badly. Hearing her voice only made you miss her touch even more, and the elf was quick to pick up on that. What you had intended to be an innocent phone call quickly turned into Elysia telling you with her voice smooth as honey how to finger yourself. "That's it, pretty girl... You're doing so well for me, aren't you?" You nod, even though you're aware that Elysia can't see with the camera's position. As your fingers start speeding up, she can tell you're close to orgasm. "Turn the phone up, hm? Let me see your face as you cum." As your facial expression contorted with pleasure, Elysia wouldn't want anything more than to come home right this second and give you orgasm after orgasm. Being able to make you cum without even touching you might just be her proudest achievement. "I miss you so bad, baby... I'll make it up to you ten- no, a hundredfold when I get home." She sighs. With most people, you'd think this would be an exaggeration, but Elysia isn't just "most people." She's completely serious, and you know that she's more than capable of fulfilling that promise. Just a few more days. A few more days, and you'll be able to spend as much time together as you want. After all, you missed her too.

Lisa

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ This librarian thinks you're the cutest little thing in the world, and she doesn't hide it in the least. Your walk? Lovely. Your sneeze? Adorable. Your eyes? Absolutely delightful.

: ̗̀➛ Lisa isn't crazy for cuddles, but whenever the two of you sleep in the same bed, she's the type to pull you back in for them as soon as you try to get up. If you're a morning person, that's too bad because you don't have any choice but to stay huddled up with her until she eventually decides to wake up.

: ̗̀➛ She calls you a bunch of terms of endearment, mostly using "cutie," "sweetheart," or "darling." At first, this was only Lisa's way of showing her love, but after seeing your flustered reactions, she practically abuses these just to see you blush. She knows the effect she has on you and she takes full advantage of it.

: ̗̀➛ Whatever you're interested in, Lisa is knowledgeable about. She'll easily match how fast you're talking, as she's also just as excited as you are. Conversations where she can talk about these niche topics are rare, and it can't get much better than having them with her favorite person.

: ̗̀➛ Afternoon tea is Lisa's way of rewarding herself with a few minutes of leisure, and she always has them alone. Her inviting you to join her is basically her telling you that just you being there is enough to put her at ease. She'll often play with your hair, running her fingers through your scalp while reading a book.

: ̗̀➛ Lisa prefers to keep her desk mostly clean other than a some books and a tea set, but over time it's gotten filled with all the little gifts and trinkets you've given her. Now there are flowers that she takes very good care of and a framed picture of you two that she can't help but smile at.

Being the more quiet and introverted type, Mondstadt's library seemed to be the perfect place to relax. There are little to no people, and occasionally, you could hear who you assumed to be the librarian humming almost inaudibly from the restricted section.

Whether you're into reading or not, there was nothing quite like listening to the soft voice of this mystery woman. It was hauntingly beautiful, as was her appearance itself.

Lisa was attracted to you, and she made that obvious with every chance she got. It didn't take long before she just decided to outright ask you out to dinner.

You were curious where she'd take you as there aren't many options in Mondstadt, but you didn't expect her to invite you to her house. Most of all, you didn't expect her to take you there as soon as you said yes, but hey, it's not like you have anything better to do anyway. At least, nothing better than having dinner with such a gorgeous woman. Her house is almost as elegant as she is with the classy, yet also cozy furniture along with the relaxing ambient lighting. It's not very organized, but she keeps it clean. The whole place, down to the smell (which was very good, by the way) just screamed Lisa. She'd do mostly everything by herself like lighting the candles and setting up the table, but she'd gladly accept help for the more complicated and time-consuming tasks like cooking. The food is great, and the atmosphere is romantic. You're honestly surprised since Lisa doesn't seem to be the type to put this much effort into dates. Or anything, for that matter. Even her table manners are perfect down to the smallest details. "The night is long. Allow me to use this time to get to know you better, sweetheart." Lisa smiles, pouring you a glass of finely aged wine. As you see your own reflection in the glass, you get the feeling that tonight is going to change the direction of your life.

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Oh, she's freaky freaky. Instead of asking what she's into, it'd be better to ask what she isn't. She's dominant both during sex and outside of it.

: ̗̀➛ Lisa can be gentle, especially if it's your first time, but if she knows that you can take it then you will take it. Expect to wake up with your body littered with whip marks and hickeys. She generally tries to avoid spots that often show, though.

: ̗̀➛ She'll combine the dirtiest words with the sweetest voice, teasing you for being so filthy and desperate while calling you her sweet angel. She loves seeing your mind turn into mush from the mixture of praise and degradation.

: ̗̀➛ Has a huge mommy kink. Calling Lisa that is a surefire way to get her to bring you to the bedroom and fuck you. Or any surface and location works, really. She's not picky.

: ̗̀➛ Doesn't use strap-ons much. Lisa thinks they're a hassle to put on. She's more than capable of making you squirt with a few careful movements of her tongue and fingers anyway. If anything, she'd much rather use a double-ended dildo or make a strap using her electro vision.

: ̗̀➛ She's an absolute god at aftercare. Massages, refreshments, a fresh bath... anything you can think of, Lisa is prepared to provide, especially after a particularly rough session. You somehow end up feeling lighter and more energized than you did before having sex.

"Already so wet for me, and we haven't even gotten started yet." Lisa chuckles darkly, whipping your ass. The pain makes you yelp and arch your back even more.

As much as you want to grip the sheets, your hands are bound together tightly behind your back. All you can do is squirm and whine helplessly in Lisa's grasp, and you love it. She knows that you do.

"Yeah? You enjoy being a filthy whore for Mommy?" Soft hands gently rub over the spot she had just whipped almost apologetically, until she harshly slaps the same area.

Her free hand grabs onto your hips, and you hear electricity crackling behind you. You don't have to look to know what she's going to do next.

"Do you want it inside of you?" Lisa asks, her tone almost mocking. It's more of an order rather than a question, really. She already knows what your answer is going to be, she just wants to make you beg for it.

"Please, Mommy... I swear I'll be your good girl, so plea- mmpf...!" Your words turn into a moan as you feel the tip rub against your clit, electricity coursing throughout your whole body.

"So cute when you beg all nice for me..." Lisa coos. Her strap is warm and big, the electro making it feel as if it were vibrating as it bullies itself inside of you.

"You know that Mommy can't resist cute little bunnies like you."

Kokomi

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ You two are the type of couple to generally just enjoy each other's company, no matter what you're doing. There's no need for words, just your mere presence is enough to provide her with respite.

: ̗̀➛ That said, Kokomi shoulders a lot of responsibility as both the Divine Priestess and supreme leader of Watatsumi Island, often leading to her spending an ungodly amount of hours working. She's very apologetic about not being able to spend much time with you, and she appreciates it a lot whenever you visit her in her office. You often end up massaging her shoulders as she takes a much-needed break.

: ̗̀➛ If Kokomi has the time, she'd much rather take a stroll through Watatsumi Island with you. Taking in the beautiful scenery and clearing her mind with you by her side is no doubt her favorite way to relax after a hard day's work.

: ̗̀➛ Like you, she's not big on PDA in public— just for different reasons. Kokomi is aware that she may have enemies lurking in the shadows even after the Shogun's Vision Hunt Decree, and she doesn't want her beloved to get hurt because of her selfishness.

: ̗̀➛ If you're feeling down or tired, Kokomi would make little water replicas of your favorite animals and sea creatures. Sometimes, she'll even make them do little tricks to cheer you up. It's hard to control her vision so precisely, but it's all worth it once she sees your eyes light up again.

: ̗̀➛ The biggest reason why Kokomi fell in love with you was because you don't put her on a pedestal like everybody else. They always expect her to be able to do mostly anything when in reality, she's just a normal girl. Her hands also shake whenever she's about to give a speech, and she also sometimes feels like giving up whenever she sees the pile of work on her desk. It's only with you that she can be vulnerable because only you see her for who she truly is.

"Lian," Kokomi called out to you, rubbing a pattern of soothing circles onto the back of your hand. "Don't worry. Everything will be alright." Her voice gives you the courage to open your eyes once more, and you're met by the sight of all of the sea creatures you thought you'd only be able to dream of seeing this close. The whole experience was like something from a fairy tale with how magical it was.

Kokomi loves listening to you talk about the things you're passionate about! She's always eagerly paying attention and taking note of everything you say, already thinking of date and gift ideas. Hence why she had this idea for your first date. As Kokomi stepped into the water, it separated and diverged as if to make way for her. "Shall we?" She turned to face you, offering her hand. You don't know what you were expecting when she asked to meet by the shore, but it wasn't this. Still, you believed in Kokomi. You always have and you always will. The smile she wore at this moment was different from all the forced ones during those business meetings you know she loathed. It was a smile that, without any words, told you only one thing: "Trust me." You take her hand. The water formed a bubble around the two of you as she led you further into the sea. It didn't take long until the two of you were completely underwater.

You take a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut. Honestly, you were scared, but as long as you had Kokomi by your side, you knew that you'd be safe. She wouldn't let you come to harm.

Bioluminescent jellyfish lit up the waters. Sunlight shone through the surface of the sea, its light dispersing to make everything look that much more beautiful. Resplendent corals decorate the sea floor beneath you. Soon after, a school of the most colorful fish you've seen started swimming circles around you two. The bubble you were in felt like it was in a different world, and with how you felt like this moment was the only thing that mattered, it may as well have been. Kokomi takes out a pearl necklace and speaks, her voice filled with utmost devotion and love, "Will you give me a chance to make you happy, my dearest?"

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Dominant switch, mostly tops. Sex with her is always about intimacy and/or claiming each other rather than just for pleasure, though that's also a big part of it. She's the definition of the phrase "treat her like a princess, fuck her like a whore."

: ̗̀➛ Lots of kissing and hand holding during it. It doesn't exactly give the two of you more pleasure per se, but she finds her hands seeking out yours to intertwine fingers. Both of you are much better at communicating through actions than words, anyway.

: ̗̀➛ If you make her jealous, you better start praying to Orobashi that you'll keep your ability to walk. Kokomi knows very well what the limits of humans are, and she's more than capable of bringing you to its very edge. This woman might look cute, but she is not to be underestimated.

: ̗̀➛ Tentacles. For everything. Restraints? Yes. Gags? Sure. Penetration? As long as you're up to it. She's particularly into tying you up with them: tight enough so you can't get away, but loose enough so she can still watch you struggle helplessly.

: ̗̀➛ She's probably the most sadistic out of everyone on this list. Kokomi doesn't want to hurt you physically, but whether she's topping or not, she'll edge or overstimulate you to the point you're crying for mercy. Seeing tears run down that pretty face of yours just does something to her.

Slimy, translucent tentacles wrap themselves around your arms and legs, effectively immobilizing you. For some reason, the grip they have on you feels... rougher than usual.

Kokomi walks towards you with a smile, but it's neither warm nor inviting. If anything, it was similar to a predator looking down upon its prey. Sensing something was off, you were about to ask when a tentacle covers your mouth.

"Shh... I'm sorry, my love, but I need this." Your legs are spread involuntarily, and she brings herself face to face with your weeping cunt. A messy mixture of kisses and bites are left along your thighs before she dives her tongue head first into your folds, lapping you up like a starved man.

You want so badly to close your legs, but you can't. You can't even moan her name. You can't do anything. All you can do is let out muffled moans and cry as you're helplessly brought to orgasm after orgasm.

Really, she feels bad for this. Kokomi trusts you, but she just needs to convince herself that you're hers. That only she can make you squirt until you genuinely feel like you're going to pass out if you cum one more time.

That doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy it, though.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 6: Seventeen bias wrecker - Dino✨️

Affect

AN: This has been in my drafts for 600 years because those clips of him from In The Soop still haunt me. I just think it's funny that because it took me so long to get to this, we got even more shirtless Dino in the gym content recently. Clearly a sign from the universe to finish this lmao. I was going to go on a whole unhinged rant about him but, I'll spare you all. We're all going to ignore that 1. his is the longest so far and 2. I've written the most for him out of every idol, thanks.

Synopsis: You thought working out with Chan would be a fun, productive way to spend time together. However, you're sorely unprepared for just how distracting he can be.

Heads up: Lee Chan x Fem! Reader, friends to lovers of sorts, Reader going through it because of her attraction to Chan, praise kink (f. receiving), Chan being a menace, technically public sex I guess (they fuck in the gym but, no one catches them and it's not brought up as a concern), hair pulling, dirty talk, petnames used for Reader, nipple play (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Reader cries a little and creampie.

Word count: 4138

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

You knew you were doomed the moment you saw Chan in his workout clothing. His shirt sticking to his torso and practically acting like a second skin. You're sure if you looked hard enough, you could see the outlines of his nipples. His shorts were worse, somehow. Beckoning you to look at his toned thighs and zero in on how they hugged his ass.

Today is going to be more challenging than you anticipated.

"So, where do you want to start?" He asks, snapping you out of so blatantly ogling one of your closest friends. God, what're you thinking? You're here to spend time with him. Not think about how broad his shoulders are and just how muscular his ass would feel if you gave it a squeeze or five.

"You're the gym expert. You tell me," You pray to whichever deity is listening that Chan mistakes the delicate quality in your voice for anything other than how much just seeing him dressed like this affects you.

His laugh is boisterous and fills you with so much warmth, turning the already present butterflies in your stomach into dragons. One person shouldn't have this much power over you.

"I better not hear any complaining then," he responds with a wide smile, his eyes crinkling with mirth. Yeah, maybe being alone with the man you're borderline in love with isn't the wisest decision you've ever made, but it's too late now. You resist the scowl that wants to make itself known on your face when you invision a knowing Soonyoung in your mind. He's the one who suggested this to begin with. You're definitely going to be having some words with him the next time you see him, that evil man. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You severely underestimated how much worse this could get. You thought just seeing him in his tight-fitting gym attire was enough to fog up your brain but, that was before you heard the noises.

Lee Chan is a vocal man in all areas of life. Well, all areas of life that you've experienced him in. He's always talking, laughing, yelling at points, singing, sometimes rapping to fill the silence, and a million other things. The point being, Chan is not a quiet man. So, it shouldn't take you by surprise that he's vocal while he's working out too.

Still, the quiet grunts that fall from his lips and fill the otherwise relatively silent gym when he lifts weights causes your heart to beat wildly in your chest. The drawn-out groans when he finishes a set or stretches out his muscles might be the worst. Coupled with the way he grits his jaw and his face contorts when he's lifting, it's frankly a miracle you haven't spontaneously combusted.

However, as you stand and watch him while he illustrates how he wants you to lift these weights to your absolute horror and mortification, you realise you're getting wet. Not only that, but a barely there ache is beginning to make itself known between your thighs.

You're sure your face is radiating enough heat to power a small apartment building. You're really getting this worked up just watching him work out? What in the world is wrong with you? Are you truly this needy? You definitely need to call Soonyoung after this and yell at him until you're hoarse.

"Do you want to try now?" Chan asks you, kind eyes focused on you. You really might be the world's worst friend.

"Yeah, sure," you respond, pulling yourself together as best as you can given that you're unravelling at the seams. The weights aren't too heavy. You test them in your hold momentarily before imitating Chan's movements. There's a slight burn in your biceps but, otherwise you feel fine. It feels good, even. The slight burn fueling you.

"That's my girl,"

Oh.

Oh no.

That's all it takes for you to falter. Your mind suddenly completely forgetting the motions for the exercise you watched minutes ago.

"You were doing good just now but, try doing it this way," he says, standing up from where he'd been seated to watch you. His hands correcting your hold on the weights and the positioning of your arms. Every brush of his fingers on your skin leaves electricity in their wake. Fuck. Fuck this is bad. This is so bad.

Trying to remember how to be a normal human being, you nod at his words. Following his guidance and resuming the exercise precisely how he showed you now that your brain is semi-functional again.

"There you go. Good job," perhaps you should be a little more concerned about just how much his praise increases your pulse and worsens the way your panties are already sticking to you, but that's a thought for examining on another day. You can only handle so much right now.

"How about some pull-ups next?"

"Chan, do I strike you as the kind of person even capable of doing a single pull-up?"

"You could learn today,"

When all you respond with is a stone faced expression, he seems to get the message loud and clear, "Okay, fine. I'll do pull-ups and you do squats. How does that sound?"

"Now you're speaking my language,"

On the ever growing list of 'things you're violently unprepared for today', the next to be added is Chan just casually taking off his shirt. That stops you dead in your tracks. Your lips parting as his bare back comes into your line of sight. You thought it was broad before, but now? Seeing it completely bare? Broad feels like too simplistic of a word to describe it.

You knew, logically, that Chan was ripped. You've seen his arms, paying special attention to them more times than you care to admit. All of the guys work out regularly, and most of them mention Chan as one of the more dedicated members of the group when it came to hitting the gym.

You knew all of that, and yet, seeing the evidence a mere few metres in front of your very eyes leaves you speechless and stunned. Chan must notice your blatantly staring because he turns to look at you over his shoulder, "Is everything okay?"

You must struggle to come up with a believable response too long because he both looks and sounds panicked as he continues on, "Shit, did I make you uncomfortable? I should've asked if you were okay with me taking my shirt off. I'm sorry."

His panic must be infectious because you soon find yourself in a similar state, "No, no, Chan, it's okay. You did nothing wrong. I don't mind you being shirtless," quite the opposite actually, and that's the issue, but you decide to keep that bit to yourself.

"Are you sure? I really don't mind putting it back on if it's a problem,"

"Yes, I'm sure. It's really not a big deal,"

He looks unsure briefly but seems to accept your words. Giving you a nod before turning back to face the pull-up bar and begin his routine. You barely register the faint sting in your thighs from how deeply your nails are clawing into them. Eagle eyes drinking in as much as you can of every muscle contraction of his back. Your panties growing uncomfortably wet now as your ears are assaulted with grunts louder than the ones before.

You need to take a cold shower that lasts hours after this. At least you have a good month's worth of masturbation material now, so there's that.

Chan finishes his set far quicker than you would've liked. Sweat drenching his handsome face and droplets running down his jaw, his neck, his collarbones, his pecs until they disappear into the waistband of his shorts. Would it be so horrible to admit that you'd love to see just where those droplets wind up? That you'd happily follow their path with your tongue instead of your eyes?

"Hey, is everything okay?" Chan asks, dropkicking you out of your obscene thoughts.

"Ye-Yeah. Why do you ask?"

"It's just um you haven't really moved, and you've been kind of...staring at me?"

Oh no. Oh god, he noticed. No fucking shit he noticed you've probably been staring at him with all of the subtly of a rhino in a tea shop. Why did you have to make a day meant to be catching up with a friend so fucking weird.

"I-sorry. You're just distracting," is what comes out of your mouth in your blind panic.

"Distracting?" He asks, titling his head, "I'm distracting? Distracting how?"

By being shirtless, with all of the noises you've been making all day, by touching me, by telling me what a good job I've been doing, by just existing in the same space as me - are all of the thoughts that spring up in your mind. All the thoughts you show a great deal of restraint in not word vomiting out at him.

To your absolute mortification, an expression akin to understanding dawns on Chan's face. You've never wanted the Earth to spilt open and swallow you whole more than in this moment.

"Oh, I'm distracting huh?" Chan asks with a grin a touch too arrogant for you, taking a step towards you.

"No! It's not - I'm not - I wasn't - it wasn't like that," you stutter out, growing ever more flustered as a shirtless, sweaty Chan invades your space.

"It wasn't like what exactly?" He asks, mischief shining clear as day in his typically warm eyes.

Before you can consciously think about it, you find yourself stepping backwards. Much to the amusement of the man you're not sure if you want to kiss or throttle in front of you.

You decide to abandon the route you were on and attempt another one, "I'm sorry for staring at you."

"You don't have to apologise," Chan waves you off, "But I do want to know why you were staring,"

It's clear as day to anyone with basic critical thinking skills why you were so laser focused on his stupid back and shoulders. He just wants you to say it. You never took Chan for the humiliation type.

"You know why," you mutter, leaning against the wall that you had no idea you'd even gotten so close to. You suppose your brain is too preoccupied with trying to keep your friendship from going up into flames.

"I don't. You have to tell me," You really want to punch that shit eating grin off of his face. Your adrenaline spiking as he takes another step towards you.

"You're really annoying, you know that?"

"I've heard that once or twice over the years. Still doesn't answer my question though,"

"I think you're attractive, okay?" You finally blurt out. Looking at everything but him in the gym. Studiously focused on one of the treadmills in towards the back, over his shoulder.

"Aw, I'm flattered," he responds, so close to you now that all you'd have to do is reach out, and you'd be touching his bare chest. You have a feeling this isn't going to bode well for you.

"Whatever. You got the answer you wanted. Are you happy now?"

"You know, for being one of the smartest women I know, you're pretty dense," he responds dryly.

"What? Hey!"

"Do you really think I'd react this way to anyone saying they think I'm hot? Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

All you can do is owlishly blink at him. His words washing over you, trying your hardest to digest what he just said to you.

"I think you might have to spell it out for me, yeah," you mutter more breathlessly than you care to admit. It certainly doesn't become any easier to breathe when Chan is fully in your space, crowding you against the gym wall. His scent flooding your system, worsening the wetness between your thighs and muddling your mind even more.

"Is this okay?" He whispers, mere centimetres away from your mouth. His eyes considerably darker than they were minutes ago.

"Yes,"

"May I kiss you?"

"Yes," if anyone asks, you don't sound needy in the slightest when you reply to him.

You quickly learn that Lee Chan, as with many other facets of his life, excels in kissing you until you can think of nothing but, him. Not your mind has been anywhere else for the past few hours to begin with.

Your hands make themselves at home on his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as you pour what feels like centuries worth of yearning into this kiss.

"May I touch you?" He mutters against your mouth and, you wonder why he'd ever stop kissing you to ask such a stupid question.

"Yes, Chan. You can do whatever you want. I don't care," you rush out in response, dragging his mouth back to yours to feed into what is quickly becoming your newest addiction.

With your green light, his hands drift towards your oversized shirt. Smiling against your mouth when you shudder from the brief brushes of his fingertips along your abdomen while he toys with the hem of your shirt.

"I didn't think you'd be one to tease," you say.

"Have you thought about me like this often?" You really had to be so weak for such an insufferable man huh.

You choose to kiss him instead of replying, tugging on his hair in retaliation for the grin you know is on his face. Luckily for you, Chan seems to have had his fill of toying with you for now. Shoving your shirt upwards, pulling away from you briefly to tug it off of you fully.

He just stares at you. Want clear as day in his eyes as he watches your chest rise and fall and how your sports bra outlines your hardened nipples. You find yourself growing a little self-conscious under his heavy gaze. You hadn't picked your outfit with the goal of winding up like this in mind.

"You're staring," you finally find the courage to say, pushing down every instinct to cross your arms over your chest.

"Just returning the favour," he quips back, jumping back into action and acquainting himself with your throat. You can't help the moans and throaty gasps that leave your lips as his kisses and nips at your sensitive skin, exploiting every weak spot he can find. One of his hands reaching down to fondle your breast, running his thumb over your nipple through the fabric of your bra.

All you can manage to do is lean against the wall for stability. Every kiss and lick and squeeze sending lightning down your spine straight to your clit. You wouldn't be surprised if your legging were wet, too, at this point.

"You're so responsive," he whispers against your neck. Given how quietly he said it, you're not sure whether he meant to verbalise that thought or not, but you can't think to respond when he pushes your bra up.

He dots kisses along your breasts. Each press of his lips bringing him closer and closer to one of your nipples before he envelopes one into his warm mouth. He seems intent to wring every noise, every reaction out of you that he possibly can. Teasingly running his teeth along the sensitive bud, smiling when you arch into his touch. His nimble fingers find themselves at the waistband of your leggings. Slipping into them and pulling a particularly loud gasp from you when they come into contact with your more than likely ruined panties.

Your face burns when Chan's expression morphs into one of surprise, his fingers running along your panty covered slit as if to affirm to himself you're really this wet already.

"I didn't realise I had such a strong effect on you," he says against your breast, his voice gravelly, "Fuck, you're already so wet."

A strangled moan is all you can offer when he finds your swollen clit.

"Poor baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Just need to get you out of these," he says, kneeling in front of you and pulling your leggings and panties down. You kick off your shoes impatiently to help ease the process, leaving you almost fully naked.

"I can't believe you're this wet when I haven't even touched you properly," he says, sounding genuinely amazed. Intense gaze focused on your swollen, slick slit. Lifting one of your legs and letting it rest over one of his shoulders.

Anticipation settles in your gut as Chan makes himself comfortable between your thighs. Your hips jolting into him when he experimentally touches you once more, completely bare this time. Your wetness generously coating his thick fingers. Your eyes flutter shut as he shifts closer, goosebumps rising all over your body when his warm breaths hit you.

His first lap of you is messy and passionate. A muffled groan is your only warning before he grips your thigh and all but shoves his face into you. One of your hands fists his hair, not sure if you want him even closer or whether you need a minute from the sensations wreaking your system.

"Ch-Chan ah god," you cry out, your hold on his hair worsening. He doesn't seem to mind all that much, however. Intently focused on grinding your pussy against tongue until you fall into pieces for him.

With his mouth latched onto your clit, he teases your entrance with two of his fingers and you feel faint. His eyes find yours momentarily, looking at you through his hair as he checks for any signs of discomfort or reservations. Watching your face while he slowly sinks his fingers into you. His cock leaking even more when your warm, wet walls squeeze his fingers for dear life. He's so fucked.

The stretch his fingers provide requires some adjusting to, and Chan catches onto that. Focusing his attention back on your clit and providing some distraction while you get used to his fingers.

The wall behind you is proving to be extremely helpful. You're sure you would've crumpled onto the floor by now with the way Chan is determined to devour you whole and his fingers curl inside of you. Embarrassment warming your face as the squelching sounds of your wetness and his fingers moving inside of you hit your ears. Those sounds are accompanied by louder moans and whimpers from you when his fingers strike gold. Finding your weak spot and going for the kill.

He exploits your weaknesses gleefully, assaulting the spot over and over again while he continues his ministrations on your clit. It's no wonder your orgasm doesn't take long to slam into you. Watery cries of his name and jumbled curses echoing throughout the empty gym. You're sure you're hurting him from how fiercely you're gripping his hair. You couldn't remember the last time you'd cum this hard. Sagging against the wall when the most intense parts of it subside.

Chan presses one last kiss to your pussy before easing his fingers out of you. Standing up on unsteady legs, cupping your jaw and slamming his mouth against yours. The taste of yourself on his tongue further fueling the fog clouding your mind. Desperate hands dragging him closer to you, revelling in his closeness and the firmness of his body against your own.

"If I knew you tasted this good, I would've offered to eat you out a long time ago," he says when you shift to litter kisses on his jaw.

"If I knew you did it so well, I would've let you," you respond with an easy smile. However, any humour in your tone dissipates when you register his cock pressing against your thigh. Scorching and heavy even through the material of his shorts. Fuck.

Your mouth finds his once more. Teeth and tongue clashing with one another as he grinds himself against you, groaning into you.

"Chan, please," you whine.

"Hmm? Please, what?" You're not sure if he's genuinely too disoriented to understand what you're asking of him or if he wants you to beg. Either way, you've long since abandoned any semblance of pride.

"Please fuck me,"

His eyes shut briefly, and you watch the way his jaw clenches, "You're going to be the death of me."

If you weren't aching and noticeably empty, you might've giggled at his words. Watching him shove his shorts and underwear down his thick, muscular thighs through lidded eyes. A fresh wave of wetness gushes out of you when his cock springs free. Of course his cock would look mouthwatering too. Of course.

"You really do like to stare, huh?" he muses, stepping closer to you. Hoisting one of your legs over his elbow.

"Sh-Shut up," you stutter, fingernails digging into his biceps as he drags his cock along your pussy. His cock glistening with your arousal in no time.

"That's not nice," he faux pouts, nudging your entrance with his tip. Your knees almost buckle underneath you. A moan bubbling out of just from him toying with you.

"Chan, please. I want it. I want you, please-"

You're promptly cut off when he pushes inside of you. If you thought the stretch provided by his fingers was overwhelming, the girth of cock brings tears to your eyes. Your strained gasps and his restrained groans intertwining.

Is it possible to cum just from being so full? Lee Chan might just help you answer that question. You're not sure you've ever felt so full and stretched out in your entire life. A few stray tears running down your face already.

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking just as wrecked and overwhelmed as you feel. He's practically vibrating from the effort not to move. His cock pulsing inside of you.

"Ye-Yeah. It doesn't hurt. You can move," you respond. It's now or never.

Chan starts off very slowly. Letting you grow accustomed to his girth with every drag of him along your walls. Muttering quiet praises into your neck about how well you're doing, how good you feel, and how you're taking him so well. His words prompting you to clench around him and gush around him.

"Chan, faster, please. You can move faster. It's okay, I can take it," you whine. You feel like you're going to lose your mind if he keeps thrusting so slowly. His consideration is sweet. Really, it is, but it's torturous too. From the way he seems to be restraining himself, you assume the feeling is mutual.

Something snaps in him then. His eyes more feral than they were moments ago as he picks up his pace considerably. The sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin mingling with your respective noises of pleasure.

"Taking my cock like such a good girl," he groans into your shoulder, sliding impossibly deeper into you when he angles himself a little differently than before.

Perhaps he's noticed the way his praise impacts you. His filthy mouth not stopping.

"Look, baby," he mutters lowly into your ear, "I want you to look at how well your pussy takes me,"

You can't find it in you to disobey. Chasing the high of being his good girl. So, you glance downwards. Your cheeks heating up as you watch him fuck into you and the way you're being split open by him. You never thought the sight of yourself being fucked would garner such a strong reaction from you but, you've been learning quite a bit about yourself today.

"It's hot, isn't it?" He asks, a moan falling from his lips when you tighten around him, "So hot watching me fuck this pretty pussy of yours."

You've never cum just from penetration but, Chan is proving himself to be head and shoulders above every other man you've slept with. You're completely and utterly caught off guard when you cum for a second time and, Chan seems to be too. Startled, wide eyes watching you shatter in front and around him for a second time. Ever the caring gentleman as he soothes and fucks you through it.

You're barely coherent when Chan's pitchy moans of your name register to your mind and you feel his warm, thick cum flood your awaiting pussy. His hips weakly twitching into yours with ever spurt of his cum inside of you.

Honestly, it's a wonder both of you are still standing. Barely, but you're standing. Leaning into each other and the trusty wall for support as you come back to yourselves.

"If working out with you always ends up like this, we should work out together more often," he says, kissing your neck and shoulder lazily.

You really just had to fall for one of the most eye roll inducing men you've ever met, huh.

[pandorasfavorite]

Hii your my favorite writer!! Can you do where at Raw after the R has a match and Dom gets hard and he jerks off in the dressing room and the R catches him and dirty talks him and is sweet in a way but helps him get off then he gets really touchy after with the R and the R keeps telling him to wait till they get to the hotel and it’s just smut smut smut smut after they get back to the hotel

Switch, then switch again

AN: This may be the longest smut I've ever written. Also pls comment I love to hear y'all's feed back. THIS IS FILTHY AND YALL WANTED IT.

You turned Dominik on so easily. Truly it was like a fucking curse. Nearly every time he saw you in that skimpy outfit you wore on Monday night raw, he could barely keep it in his pants. In fact, the problem got so bad he had to stop going ringside with you for weeks, at least until he could get himself under control. Today was one of those days where he had to swallow down the curses threatening to spew from his mouth the moment he saw you.

You went off to your match and Dominik excused himself. He strode off to the dressing room and he locked the door behind him. Dominik slouched against the back of the door in attempt to relax and calm himself down. Beads of sweat began to roll down his face and he hastily wiped them off. The memory of you just moments prior was killing him. Dominik couldn't take it anymore, he kicked off his shoes and pants; moving to the bench in the center of the room. He sits down and shoves his hand down his hands, his head tilted back just barely with relief. Dominik stroked his cock till he was fully hard; not that it took long to do. Then he closed his eyes and pictured everything about you down to the detail of the underwear you slipped on this morning.

His thumb brushed over the tip of his cock and he teased himself to the thought of you bent over moaning and taking his cock like a slut. He tightens his hand and quickens his pace; he is tired of not feeling the relief he desperately needs. Dominik was lost in a horny haze that only you could break him out. He was feeling so dirty and deprived of you that his fist was just barely enough to tip him over the edge. Regardless he gasps and groans your name like a symphony, till he is cut off by the rattle of the door. You push the door open and Dominik is scrambling to reach for his pants that he threw off without care originally.

You let the door click shut behind you; the lock gets clicked in place also. Dominik looks up completely and his look of embarrassment fades just a bit at the sight of you. He huffs a sigh of relief, "Thank god it's just you baby". You walk over to Dominik; moving to stand behind him. Your hands roam the expanse of his chest and down his stomach, just inches from his rock-hard cock. The closer you got the heavier Dominik's breathing got. "Mhm, just me", you lean down and whisper into his ear; you kiss the side of his neck. Dominik tilts his head to give you more room out of instinct. "Want some help?", you ask him even though the answer was twitching throbbing against his leg. "Yea - yes", he nods and reaches to touch your hand that was moving against him so slowly.

You smack his hand lightly, "No touching" An immediate whine slips from his lips. Dominik fucking hated when he was denied the privilege of putting his hands on you. "How about this? I'll tell you all the things I want you to do to me. And you sit and listen", you suck a mark onto his mark and you could practically feel the heat radiating off of Dominik. He swallows before nodding; he is clearly trying not to let you take complete control. Now you move to kneel in front of him, your face just inches from his cock. There was a wet spot of precum staining his grey boxers that had your mouth watering. "I want to ride you until my legs get tired", you run a hand down his leg before grabbing his hand and putting it onto his cock. Dominik sucks in a sharp breath and the good feeling it brings.

You smile at him deviously, watching the way he is stroking his cock and just barely biting his lip in an attempt to stop his filthy moans. "Then I want to taste myself on your cock", Dominik groans and his hips jolt up, his cock sliding in and out of his fist. "I want you to sit still and moan while you suck my tits", you say while leaning forward to press a kiss to his knuckles. Dominik's breaths hitches at the proximity your mouth is to his cock, he felt like he could explode any minute now. You could tell he was close by the way his lips parted and his other hand gripping the side of the chair so harshly. And you knew exactly what to say. "I need you to be my good boy~ can you do that baby?", you smile at him so sweetly he barely registered the streams of cum spilling from his cock and onto his boxers.

You kissed his spent cock from where it lay limp against his lips. Dominik's head snapped down from you and he jolted at the overstimulating feeling, "haah fuck - fuck don't". That was your favorite thing to see and hear. Your boyfriend was all fucked out and begging you to be nice to him all while he looked strong enough to flip you over and take over any minute, the uncertainty was amazing.

You tap Dominik's leg to get his attention completely, "Stand up so we can get you cleaned up". "Alright", his voice comes back to that familiar cocky tone you love so dearly. You handed Dominik a rag to wipe up the sticky cum that was against his skin, his cheeks were flushing red as you watched him clean up. Afterwards he pulled up his pants and threw the rag away, yet he wasted no time moving towards you. One hand lays flush against your back while the other is on the back of your neck, pulling your body right against his. Dominik dips you down and kisses your neck hungrily, his tongue sticking out to run along your skin.

Dominik was so good with his tongue and kissing that you didn't want to pull away from the feeling. In fact, it was so good, that gasps were already tumbling from your mouth at his attempt to work you up. At your gasp, Dominik groans into the crook of your neck, and his hands only get more feverish. He moves his hands to cup your ass, squeezing and flushing your skin. He tightened his hands around you; pulling you against him as his mouth worked against your body so naturally. A raspy groan slipped from his lips as your body felt like heat gracing his hands.

You were so distracted by the way his hands moved against your body so sensually and perfectly. Dominik was used to every inch of your body yet every time he touched you he felt like he discovered a new treasure. You fought the prodding idea of letting Dominik fuck you in the dressing room, your mind flickered to the idea of a more intimate setting in the hotel. You push Dominik back a bit and he immediately backs up with a deprived look, "You need to wait until we get to the hotel" you chaste at him. Dominik raises an eyebrow and gives you a dirty smirk that means he wasn't planning on listening. In his mind, your body was calling to him and just the sight of you made his cock stir again. He moves to touch you again but you give him a mean look that Dominik knew better than to cross.

He towers over you and his eyes continuously dart down to your lips that he would do anything to kiss. "I need you so bad right now Hermosa", he says with an intense look that is laced with tension. Dominik's aura was like no other and it captivated your body in unexplainable ways, you had to get to the hotel before you really did fuck him right then and there.

The car ride there and walk to the hotel room was quiet but suspenseful. The whole time you felt Dominik's gaze burning into you and you could hear his steps following you just as quickly. You swipe the key card and open the hotel room, only to be hoisted up off the ground and pushed against the wall by the door. You gasp and throw your arms around Dominik's neck to keep yourself steady. "I just want to make you happy", he huffs in that deep voice that has goosebumps rising on your body. You start to push his clothes off his body and your hands slide under his shirt, your fingertips gliding over his smooth skin. You pull the shirt off of him and you are met with your favorite aspect of his body, his heavily tattooed arms that are flexed.

You then tug down his pants as far as you can, and just enough to slide your hands down to his cock. He rolls his hips against your hands at the feeling of your soft hands stroking his cock, and his mouth falls open just a bit at the sensation. You giggle and kiss the side of your mouth, "One touch and you're already moaning like a bitch", you taunt him. Dominik's eyes flicker with a look of challenge, he steps out of his pants and grips you tightly. So much so the imprints of his fingers tint your skin. He spins around and drops you on the bed, practically ripping off every piece of clothing he touches. He grinds down against you, his lips turning up in a grin when you moan. The cloth of his boxers slides against your pussy, and you feel the heat pooling in your core.

If you felt good you know that Dominik felt more than good. Despite his smirk and the teasing tone of voice, mentally he was fighting the idea of drilling into you the moment you said 'please'. He rolls his hips directly against you again and this time he groaned at the tremble in your moan and the way you moved up against him. "You make me feel amazing baby", he just barely whispered by your ear. One of his hands was grasping the thick of your thigh while the other was placed on your face; this thumb moving across your bottom lip. Your chest was moving up and down quickly, he was taking too long.

With all your strength you put your hands on his broad shoulders and you flipped him over on his back. You straddled Dominik completely, your legs spread widely in order to be comfortable. Dominik huffed as he hit the pillows and his eyes shined with desire, he knew you'd make this quick. You considered just barely sinking down onto his cock, and letting him work you open just barely. But he looked so good and in that moment you quickly decided to sit down against his thigh.

You moved up just enough for your thigh to barely graze his cock, Dominik was reeling at the feeling of your wet pussy sliding against his leg. You held onto him by putting your hands down on his stomach and your stomach clenched at the notion his tensed thigh did to you. His head was thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed down as many groans as he could manage. Yet each time your thigh bumped against his cock his mouth fell open with a flow of praises, "Do that again - shit right there princess, s' so good". Dominik holds himself up with one hand and he watches the way you are desperately rocking against his thigh.

Dominik notices the way you slow down and the whine that tumbles from your lips without meaning to. He has a splitting grin when he sits up completely and takes you by the hips. Your body is glistening with sweat that accentuates your every curve just the way Dominik likes it. He pushes you completely onto his thigh and he guides your body to continue using his thigh for pleasure. In a flash of realization, you lightly smack Dominik's hands away and you try and finish the job yourself. Dominik now adheres to a cocky expression that makes you gush. "Oh, you want to be in control mami? Do it then", he taunts you and smacks your ass before laying down with his hands behind his head.

You grit your teeth and glare at him from your spot on his thigh. He wants to be cocky? Easy. You grab his cock from the base and you move over him, slipping his cock inside of you to the hilt. You clench around him and Dominik instinctly groans loudly, moving to sit up again. You push him back down and grind down on his cock as hard as you can. Both of your bodies are together and moving in a fluid motion. Dominik wasn't ready for you to be sitting on his cock and toying with him. "Don't fucking stop, baby", he grits and stares at the way your tits are bouncing with every movement.

The more you move against him the closer you get, your fingers drop down to your clit and Dominik's eyes widen at the filthy sight you gave him so willingly. He wishes he was the one touching you in that way, but he knew you would punish him and deprive him of what was so close. As the tip of his cock hit the sweet spot inside of you, you moaned and collapsed, your hips just barely riding out the orgasm. Dominik was panting, feeling just as close considering the newfound tightness of your orgasm. Just as his thrusts were getting sloppy and he was on the brink of spilling inside of you... you rolled off of him and lay beside him with a shit-eating grin.

You turned your head to look at Dominik's betrayed face. "That's what you get", you stick your tongue out at him. Dominik huffs out a laugh but that was quickly forgotten when he is on top of you. He is down on his knees in front of you but you are laid back with your thighs clenched tightly. "Spread your legs", he tells you and taps your knee as a sign to do what he says. You shake your head no and you smile like a brat. "Spread your legs or I'll fuck your thighs like a slut, mami".

You couldn't find it in you to disobey. You spread your legs just enough for Dominik to slide between them, he spits on your clit and sucks on it. His tongue is moving against your clit, overstimulating you instantly. You moan so loudly, the feeling of heat reoccurring in your stomach. Dominik pulls away and slides his cock inside of you without hesitation. "Can't help it can you? You love when I'm desperate for you, stroking my cock to the thought of you", he pounds into you so hard your body is jumping with every thrust. "That's my good girl".

[pedropascallme]

When You're Lost in the Darkness

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: "It could be considered naïve; maybe joining the ranks, however low you might be, of an organization deemed terrorists by most who encountered them wasn’t the type of adventure you’d needed. Maybe you needed a new shift, a new hangout spot. But you’d always been the type to go big or go home, and at this point in your life, one could argue that you didn’t really have a home, anyway."

Warnings: Jesus, where do I start? Allusions to suicide, canon typical violence (including but not limited to murder), drug use, alcohol use, SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) age gap (reader is implied to be 20s/30s, Joel is canon age), fingering, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, praise kink, degradation, hair pulling (a lot of it), dom/sub dynamics (dom!Joel x sub!Reader), creampie. If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Woah. Ok. This started as “hmm what if I write some dialogue?” and it spiraled. It spiraled hard. This is the longest thing I've ever written coming in at about 7k words and I'm...proud? Reader essentially takes the place of Tess in this au.

You hadn’t been purposeful in your alignment with the Fireflies.

It had started slowly. You initially kept your head down when told to “look for the light,” and you kept curfew to the second, unperturbed by the gunshots that rang out as you closed your apartment door. But you felt a sort of itch—maybe it was the lack of enrichment in the QZ; the days crawling by and behaviors learned through repetition. There was a certain point where you knew that if you didn’t do something you’d end up dead—if not at the hands of FEDRA, or the scavengers that prowled outside, than in your own bedroom with a rope and a bottle of whiskey as the only sign you’d ever been alive in the first place.

It could be considered naïve; maybe joining the ranks, however low you might be, of an organization deemed terrorists by most who encountered them wasn’t the type of adventure you’d needed. Maybe you needed a new shift, a new hangout spot. But you’d always been the type to go big or go home, and at this point in your life, one could argue that you didn’t really have a home, anyway.

Marlene was a large presence. Despite her small frame, she commanded a room and could kill with a look, and maybe that was why you fell so easily into the grasp of the militia she fronted. It was Marlene who had approached you in the first place: you kept to yourself when you were out. You didn’t want to give anybody the idea that you were looking for something—or worse, someone—and the easiest way to avoid that was to avoid contact with other people altogether in your down time. Marlene had thought that was a good sign.

“What are you drinking?” She sidled up next to you in the far corner of a makeshift bar you had found yourself in one night.

“Same thing everybody else is.”

“Let me buy you another.”

“No, thanks.” You wouldn’t meet her gaze, washed over with an insecurity you hadn’t felt since you were young.

“Wasn’t asking.” She was smiling, but you heard the way she spoke, as if she was aware of the fact that she was already dominating the conversation. You finally looked up at her, making no expression and allowing her to continue whatever game she was playing and winning. “Anybody ever told you that you look lost?” She whispered into her beer. You offered a grunt of assent in response; you knew what was coming. You knew, and you felt your heartbeat speed up. You wanted it.

“You should look for the light.” Was all she said before walking away.

She never had gotten you that second drink.

You knew who she was then, and even before that; you’d seen her pulling her weight—and the weight of others—in the form of guerilla warfare, and yet she still managed to have a sort of maternal quality to her. As soon as she had spoken to you that night, you found yourself wrapped up in the conflicts that presented themselves around the QZ.

“You’re quiet. Unpredictable. Pretty, too.” Marlene had told you once, you were leaning against the door of her apartment while she sized you up. “We need a rat…”

“Mm.”

“You ok with that?”

“Mhm.”

And so you ended up funneling what little information you could to the Fireflies through seduction and mystique. You felt like the villain in the spy movies your grandfather had shown you; made up, dressed up, putting out—when you had to—for bits and pieces of intelligence (if you could call it that) from FEDRA agents that fell for your ruse. It wasn’t hard. It satisfied your urge to do something in your free time; call it a hobby.

Issues only arose when your trysts became attached; it had happened once before, and despite the lack of any real danger, Marlene had used the ignorance and lust of the soldier as an example. He’d been at your front door one night, and the next he was found with a bullet in his head. “Self-inflicted,” you’d heard someone say when his body was burned with the rest of the dead.

Yeah, right.

You approached Marlene after the fact.

“You didn’t have to kill him.” You were blunt, not offering any specifics because you knew she didn’t need any.

“I know.” She was scribbling something in a notepad.

“So why—?”

“Because he was getting in the way,” her gaze bore into you, “And on the verge of learning too much. And that was more than we bargained for.” She stood up in front of you, and you felt dwarfed by her size despite being ultimately the same height. “We don’t need any more than what we bargain for.” You didn’t answer her, only taking a deep breath and leaning your head back.

She grabbed the notepad she had been writing in, ripping out a page and pressing it to your chest. “Here,” she let go once you took the paper, “next target.”

You let out a whistle, “High rank.”

“That’s the point.” She sat back down, and you began to leave. She called your name, and you let the weight of the open door fall on your arm as you turned back to her.

“If anybody else falls for this,” she motioned over your body, “and gets too smart, it’s your turn to take care of it.”

~~~

The Captain hadn’t followed the protocol you’d wanted him to.

It started easily enough; he was powerful and in many ways all knowing. All you needed from him were a few details, some more specific, some less. And at first it worked perfectly, just as it had the few times before, save for the one victim of your allure. But after several nights of heavy drinking and messy kisses, you were still unable to break free from him. He seemed to be under the impression that the two of you were now an item—which, by all means, made your job as an informant much easier, but wasn’t something you were comfortable with. What’s worse, it felt too dangerous to break it off: He had the power to extort, torture, and kill in a way that even the Fireflies hadn’t progressed to, and one wrong move in how you cut ties with him could easily put you, and others, in genuine danger. What’s more, he kept asking questions. He wasn’t a smart man, by any means, but that didn’t make him stupid. You couldn’t take any risk.

“How do I do it.” You walked into Marlene’s makeshift office, rushing your question.

“Do what?”

“How do I…I need to make it look like an accident.” You found the right words, steadying your voice. Marlene was well aware of the situation. Everyone was. You’d received a fair share of teasing from the others, and some even suggested your new codename be the Captain’s own surname. “How do I make it look like an accident.”

“Depends on what he might accidentally do to himself.” Marlene smiled to herself, and you knew she had a plan—one that you would have to execute, no pun intended. “He a drinker?”

You scoffed, “They all are.”

“Top shelf shit?”

“FEDRA’s finest.”

“And maybe he drinks a little too much sometimes.” You started to see where she was going.

“Yeah, I can vouch for that.” Case in point, you hadn’t slept with him once. He was old, one drink and he was down for the count.

“Would be a shame if he washed down some pills with that high quality booze.” Marlene finished her indirect spiel.

“He’s not that stupid.”

“I’m willing to bet he is.”

“What if I just mix something into it?” You were trying to convince her to do this at least partially your way.

“As long as you get it done.”

“Ok.” You felt a bit of pride at the fact that she was caving to your will just a little. “…Where do I get pills?”

~~~

All parts of the QZ were trashed and semi-demolished, but something about this area was even worse. The overgrown weeds made even the crumbling brick buildings seem claustrophobic, and it was muggy. It didn’t even seem worth being here; Joel Miller was late.

You didn’t know Joel, you barely knew of him. You’d worked a shift with him here and there, seen him in some of the speakeasies around the QZ, but all you knew about him was his name. That was enough for you most of the time, but for some reason when Marlene had said his name, you were overcome with the same insecurity you had felt when she had first spoken to you. You chalked it up to the realization that the action of you killing a man was imminent.

You heard the squishy crunching of plants under boots. You watched on as Joel Miller approached you; He was tan, verging on burnt from the long shifts he worked under the sun, wearing a flannel despite the heat. You’d never seen him up close before, you’d barely seen him from afar, and you analyzed him from head to toe once he reached only a few feet away from where you stood. He was handsome, a thought that you tried to suppress. He looked as though he had just finished a job; slightly dirty, his salt-and-pepper hair mussed. If he was surprised to see a new face in his dealings, he didn’t show it.

“Joel Miller,” you put on a brave face, “you’re late.”

He didn’t even look at you, rummaging through his pockets for the goods you were here for. “How much d’you need?”

“Is it Oxy?”

“Hydro.”

“Uh…” For the first time throughout all of this, you realized you’d never made a drug deal before. The outbreak occurred before any form of teenage rebellion had fully cemented itself in you. “A good amount.” Joel just stared at you through a furrowed brow.

“Y’never done this before.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“A good amount.” He mocked you, and in any other circumstance, with any other person, you might’ve taken it as flirting. At the moment, however, you were too focused on getting this job done in order to move on to the next one.

“Gimme…gimme five pills.” You figured that five would be enough to knock the Captain off his feet for good.

“You don’want this.”

“Six?” You bartered.

“No,” Joel shifted on his feet, “I mean you don’t want these.” He spoke to you as if you were a child, explaining to you what you should and shouldn’t want. “Y’look too young for this. Inexperienced.”

“I’m plenty experienced.” You countered, and it was too late to take it back before you realized the joint meaning to the statement. “’Nd they’re not for me. They’re for a—a friend.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. You pulled out the ration cards you were meant to exchange and gave them to Joel, who placed them in the pocket of his flannel.

“That’s what they all say, sweetheart.” You felt your pulse quicken at the moniker. He took out a piece of foil to wrap the pills in.

“‘They all’ lie to you,” you reached out your hand for the pills, “I don’t.” You made a beckoning motion for him to hand over the tinfoil package to you.

“Gettin’ pretty cocky for someone exchangin’er hard-earned rations for drugs.” He grabbed your wrist and carefully dropped the pills into your hand.

“Maybe,” you felt like he was playing with you, and you couldn’t tell if you liked it or not. He was undeniably attractive, and his words seemed melodic as they dripped with his deep Texan accent, but you knew he must be well aware that he had the upper hand here: he was older, hardened…more experienced—whatever that meant—and he was the keeper of the goods you needed. Maybe not for the usual reasons people needed opiates, but he didn’t know that. You wanted to play, too. “But you’re the one paying,” you smirked, “aren’t you, Joel Miller?”

You turned and walked out of the small, barren field, leaving him for the next customer to find.

~~~

The Captain had a nicer house than any other you’d ever been in. Maybe even including pre-outbreak. The hardwood floors were fully intact and there was décor on the walls and mantle. You felt out of place every time you went in. The lace on the dress Marlene had provided you (one of three she had found to “sexify you,” she had joked) made your collar itch, and you pulled down the neckline to relieve yourself of the feeling.

The night droned on. The Captain was frisky, and you’d be lying if you said your mind didn’t wander to Joel when the man’s hand crept up your thigh.

“Let’s drink.” You managed to disconnect him from you before anything escalated. He poured you each a glass of scotch and you managed to make small talk with him for a while. You downed the liquor, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your hand shook the empty glass; you wouldn’t let your nerves get the best of you, but they were putting up one hell of a fight.

“Y’look beautiful.” He was already slurring his words.

“Thank you,” you forced a smile, but felt it form into a sort of awkward grimace, “I dolled myself up for you.” He honked out a laugh and you asked for him to fill your glass. He obliged, and you quickly pardoned yourself to use the bathroom. You hoped he’d be too distracted to notice that you brought your glass with you.

Once you were alone, you stared into the bathroom mirror. It was never meant to get this serious—not for you, anyway. You wanted to be part of something and reap the rewards, but this wasn’t worth it. You briefly considered the benefits: one more fascist down, one less authority figure in the way. But it didn’t really matter what you thought the pros and cons were; what mattered was that you did as you were told, that you supported the cause, even if that meant potentially putting a target on your back.

Breathing deeply, you pulled the foil package out from the layer of fabric sewn into the dress that was meant to act as a bra. You put the foil under your foot and ground the pills into dust, using as much force as you could muster. You picked up the packet, all the pills now more or less pulverized, and carefully, using a toothbrush, stirred them into your glass. The liquid turned cloudy, but the more you mixed, the more the powder dissolved into the alcohol, and you hoped the Captain was drunk enough by now to not care about what he ingested.  

You walked out of the bathroom and took your seat again. He was waiting for you, still drinking. You needed a brief distraction. Looking around the room, you spotted a medal hanging by a window behind him. You waited for him to put down his glass.

“What’s that?” You motioned towards the medal once he had rested his glass on the coffee table. He turned, and you swapped your lethal potion with his glass of scotch. You had to hold back a giggle, the situation reminded you so much of the Princess Bride movie you had watched so often that the VHS tape had gotten “lost” after your father had had enough of the word “inconceivable.”

“S’an old award.” The Captain began to brag. “Can’t even remember what I got it for, tha’s the only hard part ‘bout being decorated. But I remember the party we had afterwards!” He laughed at himself and picked up the glass you had placed in front of him.

“I’m sure.” You smiled. He downed the liquid.

~~~

“It’s done.” You stood in Marlene’s office again. It was dark, you didn’t know what time it was. You felt different. Worse, maybe.

“No witnesses?”

“None.”

“Good.” She hesitated. “How was Miller?”

“Joel?” You were caught off guard. “Fine. I guess…I don’t really know him.”

“Consider yourself lucky.” You couldn’t consider much of anything right now. Your mind drew a blank. You’d never killed a real person before. You didn’t count infected—to you, they weren’t real. Just shells.

“Goodnight.” You walked out and onto the street, ducking and running to avoid being accosted for being out after curfew.

~~~

The knocking on your door the next morning was headsplitting.

You crawled out of bed and called toward the person behind the door to cut it out as you walked across the room.

“Alright!” You swung the door open, and Joel stared down at you, his eyes so blown out they looked black. He began taking steps towards you, and you inched back. He shut the door behind him and grabbed you by the shoulders.

“You sellin’ my shit?”

“I—wh—?” You had no idea how he knew where you lived, or why he was in your living room.

“You sellin’ my shit!?” He got louder and you felt yourself crumple slightly in his hold.

“No!” You yelled back, and you heard your voice shake. He stared at you, brow furrowed the way it had been when you met him for the pills. Suddenly he pushed himself off of you, and you stumbled back. He paced back and forth, rubbing his face with one hand, the other hooked onto his belt loop.

“What are you talking about?” You tried to regain your composure, but it was hard to do so with Joel Miller screaming at you while you wore your pajamas. He didn’t respond. “Joel!”

He walked over to your window and pulled the drapes down over it. “Y’wanna tell me,” he growled at you as he walked back over, “why I’m hearin’ talk about a Captain who died? Using my supply?” You felt your blood run cold.

“I—how do they know it’s yours?” You felt stupid. It almost overshadowed the fear.

“Christ, girl,” he ran his hand over his face again, clearly trying to control himself. If you were anybody else, he’d kill you where you stood. “S’not hard to figure out who’s sellin’ when all anybody else has t’do is talk.” You just stared at him. “Fuck did you do?”

Your chest was tight and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You crumbled to the ground, heaving. You thought you’d throw up, or die right there. Joel stood over you, clearly unsure of how to deal with you.

“I’m sorry.” You wailed. “I’m so sorry, Joel, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I—”

“I can tell.” He crouched next to you, and you heard him sigh when his knees bent too far to be comfortable. He tentatively reached out for you, pulling you into an awkward sort of half hug. He grabbed your face in his fingers, and you could feel the calloused skin rubbing against your chin.

“Never meant for—didn’t want it to—” You struggled to catch your breath, still reeling and nauseous from Joel’s confrontation and the memories of the previous night.

Joel shushed you, and you felt helpless, although grateful that he was finally showing some poise. “Talk me through it.”

When you managed to get on your feet and stumble over to the couch, Joel kept you pressed firmly to his side. You told him everything. About Marlene. About the Fireflies. About your awkward attempts at becoming a femme fatale. Joel didn’t move, and as far as you could tell he didn’t experience a single emotion for the duration of your rant. You were trembling next to him, tucked under his arm, and taking shallow breaths.

“Jesus Christ.” Joel finally responded to your story with only those two words. You stared on, wide-eyed and genuinely scared for the first time in a while. He looked down at you, watching you curl into his body. In a moment of clarity, you remembered that your shorts and camisole left little to the imagination, and you felt yourself press into Joel further, hiding your face in the fabric of his shirt.

“What now?” You whispered.

“Well, ‘f they figure out where the pills came from, I’ll prob’ly get more than a li’l roughed up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I ‘preciate it, but it ain’t really your fault.” He sighed. “Marlene ‘nd her crew are good at puttin’ people like you in bad positions.”

“‘People like me?’” You pressed.

“Young. Hungry for more.” He explained. “She set us both up. ‘Nd you’re too good to waste your time trying to be a Bond girl.” He nudged you with his arm.

“Felt like I was in the Princess Bride.” You sighed dreamily, basking in his vague compliment. Joel bit back a smile.

“Knew when you bought those pills you were trouble.” He leaned back on the couch, spreading his legs. “Didn’t think you’d be this much trouble.”

“So, what now?” You repeated your earlier question, still needing clarification. Joel let out a long breath, like he was thinking of how to break some bad news to you.

“I can’t stay here.”

“It’s ok. Not like anybody else is ever here.”

“No,” he absentmindedly pulled you in closer, and you pressed your hands into his chest, “I mean here. In Boston.”

“Oh.” You felt yourself squeeze his shirt a little tighter.

“Didn’t plan on stayin’ anyway.”

“Mm.” Maybe it was because you’d spent an hour crying to him, throwing out every word and detail you could think of, but you were suddenly at a loss for words. And distraught, even, at the thought of him not being a fixture of the Boston QZ. “Could stay here.”

“Sweetheart,” he furrowed his brow, “that’s a horrible idea.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you getting’ into trouble for harborin’ a fugitive.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“Marlene’s givin’ me a job.” He let the words fall out of his mouth.

“What…kind of job…?”

“Movin’ cargo.” He didn’t explain further.

“Take me with you.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You abruptly became frustrated with him. He bursts into your space, makes you lose control, tells you he’s a wanted man, and suddenly you were a burden?

“I know.”

You pushed against his chest and brought yourself eye-level to him. “Take me with you or I’m turning you in.” He grabbed your wrists and pushed you back.

“Nice try.”

“Please, Joel,” you stood up, “what’s the harm?”

“I’m not takin’ a kid dumb enough to kill a soldier in his own home across the country with me.” His words stung and you felt yourself grow angrier.

“Why are you being so mean?” Maybe he was right, maybe you were a dumb kid; you sounded like a child who wasn’t getting their way.

“’m bein’ honest.”

“Well do it nicely!” You kicked at his boot, and he stood up, grabbing you by the waist.

“You wanna come ‘cause you don’t like it here?” His nose brushed against yours as he spoke. “You’re gonna like it a lot less out there.” He smelled like smoke and leather, you grabbed at his collar. He was playing with you again.

“Think of what’ll happen if you leave me here,” you played with him, “I’m an easy scapegoat.” You held your breath while you watched him mull over your words. He knew you were right.

“They’ll go to the Fireflies.”

“Who do you think the Fireflies will blame?” You continued. “Think they’ll go after the gun toting terrorists, or the dumb little girl who killed their Captain?” You were playing dirty, still holding tightly to the fabric of his shirt, bunching it up over his chest. His hands hadn’t moved from your waist.

“Never said you were dumb.”

“It was implied.”

“You’re too much.” He scoffed.

“Then leave.” You challenged him. You could feel the strain between the two of you. How had your choices led you here? You didn’t really care, now that it was happening, newly content with the strange turn of events your life had taken as of late. Joel held you even tighter, and you had to stand on your tip toes to let him engulf you entirely. “Joel…” You spoke softly, afraid that if you were too loud it would break him out of the trancelike state he seemed to be in.

“Mm.”

“Joel…”

“That’s right.” He closed the final gap between the two of you, and the moment you felt his lips connect with yours, you felt a deep-seated hunger. He kissed you with such force that your head fell back. He crowded you and forced your mouth open with his tongue. You moaned when he bit your lip, licking into you again and then repeating the action. You moved your hands to the back of his head, pressing his mouth to yours, hard. His stubble scraped the skin around your lips, soothed by his open-mouthed kisses and the spit that worked its way out from between your tongues. When you separated to catch your breath, you grinned at him.

“Is that a yes?” You batted your lashes. Joel pulled your head back by your hair.

He growled and kissed you again, using his other hand to begin lifting your thin shirt up, exposing more of you to him. You felt his rough hand trail up your back and then down under the waistband of your shorts. He squeezed your ass and you whimpered at the sensation. You felt him rub the area softly before he squeezed again, harder this time. You moaned and he used it as an opportunity to push his tongue back into your mouth. You allowed your own hands to roam freely and ran them under his shirt. You could feel raised scar tissue on his back, and it made your head spin. One hand came to rest on his crotch, and he groaned at the feeling. You gave his bulge a light squeeze.

He pushed you away, grabbing you to keep you upright as he stripped you of your clothing. He lifted your shirt over your chest, squeezing your tits before pulling the shirt over your head and arms.

“Pretty fuckin’ thing.” He leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on the tender skin and nipping it with his teeth, massaging the other one lightly with his hand. You placed a hand on the back of his neck to steady yourself. “Where’ve you been?” He was talking to himself, caught up in the joy of being able to debauch you. He pulled himself from you and moved to take your shorts off; he sucked marks over your hips, pulling down your bottoms and tracing over the newly exposed skin with his tongue.

Standing, he picked you up and dropped you onto the couch, laid completely bare for him. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs and kissing just above your clit.

“Gonna let me taste you, sweetheart?” He looked up at you.

“Ple-ase,” you whined, not caring that it sounded so pitiful. “Please, Joel.”

He smiled, and you saw that his eyes had returned to the jet-black state they’d been in when he’d first come into your apartment screaming at you. “Atta girl.” He brought two fingers to your entrance, spreading you open to relish in you fully. He dipped a finger in before quickly withdrawing it and bringing it to your lips. You opened your mouth without hesitation, welcoming the digit past your lips and sucking.

“Get all wet arguin’ with me?” He cooed, “Y’get excited, gettin’ yelled at?” You nodded, still sucking, before he took his hand back and placed it on your leg. He pulled you forward by the thighs and pushed your legs as far apart as he could without hurting you. You felt his breath fan against your cunt; you felt his tongue against your clit before he pushed it into you, and you shivered at the feeling. You felt him fuck his tongue into you a few more times before he went back to licking over your clit, then sucking on it, hard. You squealed, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling, already feeling too much, too quickly. He didn’t relent, continuing his ministrations and sliding two fingers into your dripping core.

“Joel! Joel, Joel—” You chanted his name. He bent his fingers upwards, and you writhed around him, feeling heat pool in your stomach. You tugged on his hair again, and he repeated the motion of bending his fingers. He briefly gave way, licking soothing streaks up your clit and tasting your wet pooled around his fingers, until he once again sucked it back into his mouth and began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. The sounds you made for him were pathetic, and it spurred him on even more.

“J-oel!” You felt your legs close around his head and hand, but he didn’t stop, moving into you harder now. “Cum—gonna cu—” You couldn’t finish the thought before you felt yourself begin to tremble, squeezing his fingers. Your head dropped back on the couch and you cried out for him, sensitive and soaking. After refusing to stop until he had drawn out your high for as long as he could, he finally relented. He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted your juices, humming contentedly. You watched as he stood up, stripping himself of his shirt and jeans. You pawed at him, encouraging him to remove his boxers and bare himself to you.

“So eager, sweetheart,” he tossed his clothes to the side, “What’ya need?”

“Need it.”

“Need what?”

“You. Need you, Joel. Please.”

“So fuckin’ pretty when you beg f’me.” He removed his boxers, letting his cock spring free from its confines. You drooled at the sight: he was long and thick, absolutely perfect. His tip was sticky with precum, and you leaned forward off the couch, bringing yourself to your knees and wrapping a hand around him. He sighed, eyes closed as he let you stroke him.

“That’s it, darlin’.” He pulled your hair back out of your face. “Go on.”

You placed a kiss on the vein that ran under his shaft, working up the courage to do more. You spat into your palm and worked it over him, gaging what you thought he’d enjoy. You brought your lips to him. Opening wide and sticking your tongue out, you eased him into your mouth. You felt his grip on your hair tighten, and you took more of him down your throat. You focused your breathing through your nose, tearing up slightly at the stretch your felt in your cheeks.

“Fuck, good girl,” Joel watched you gag on his length, “y’can do it, sweetheart.” He began to guide you up and down his cock, effectively fucking your face. You felt spit and tears dripping onto your chin and cheeks, and it only encouraged you to take more and more of him. You choked on him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around the remaining portion that was simply too much for you. You cupped his balls in the other hand, squeezing gently in sync with your movements on his cock.

“S’good, baby,” Joel wiped a tear from your cheek and pulled you from him. You released him with a pop, looking up and delighting in his praise. He again moved towards the couch, sitting down with his legs spread. “C’mere.” He patted his thigh, stroking his cock with his other hand. You straddled him, whining at the way the head of his cock brushed against your hole. He held you by your hips, watching how you squirmed in an attempt to get more friction where you needed it.

“Did y’ever get this excited for those fuckin’ soldiers?” He demanded.

“N—no, never.” You felt a rush of excitement when his cock bumped against your clit as he lined himself up with you.

“Good.” He pushed you down onto him, and you yelped. The stretch was incredible, and you gripped Joel’s shoulders as you pushed yourself to take more of him. You moved your hips awkwardly, unsure of how to go about comfortably riding him.

“Poor thing,” Joel increased the pressure of his hold on your hips, “li’l slut can’t handle the cock she was beggin’ for?” He helped you slide down the rest of his length, groaning when he bottomed out. You moved your hips forward and back, rolling over him and adjusting to the feel of his cock inside you. You gasped each time your clit dragged forward on the skin of his stomach, unsure of how you’d gotten this far in life without feeling such pleasure. He pulled you down enough to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and dragging his tongue over it while you rocked back and forth on his cock.

“Please, Joel. Fuck, please bring me with you—let you fuck me like this all the time.” You babbled, arching your back to allow him better access to your tits.

“S’that what y’want?” He sucked the skin under your breast, working to leave bruises, “be my fuckin’ doll?” You moaned an affirmative as he took your other nipple between his teeth, toying at it with his tongue. “Y’wanna be a whore so bad, doesn’t matter who it’s for, huh?” He mocked you, mocked the way you’d gotten into this situation in the first place, and it made you even needier for him.

“No!” You objected. “Just you. Only for you.”

“That’s right.” Joel grabbed a handful of your ass, spreading you open and allowing him to lift you up on his cock. He fucked up into you, and you buried your head into his neck. “Look at me.” He ordered, and you brought your head back up, struggling to keep your eyes open and forward as he began fucking up into you. You whimpered, overwhelmed by the feeling but determined to follow his orders.

“Tell me again,” he grunted underneath you, “tell me who you belong to, now.”

“Y-ou. God—fuck! Joel, you!” He thrust in and out of you, giving it to you rough and fast. You felt his fingers dig into the skin of your ass, and you hoped he’d leave marks.

“Good girl,” he panted, “my good girl.” You fell forward onto him again, unable to support yourself against his pace. He wrapped his arms around you, tugging you to him.

“Feels s’good.” You murmured into his neck, biting and licking at the skin under his ear lazily while he used you. You were so fucked out, sore and overstimulated—you had never felt better. “You feel so good, Joel.”

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he leaned back, raising his hips to adjust the angle he was fucking you in; he punched up into you just right this way, and you clung to him when he repeatedly pushed against the spongy spot inside of you. “Perfect girl, such a good girl.” He eased up, letting you grind yourself over him and rubbing his hands over the spots on you skin where his fingers had been digging bruises. He pulled out of you entirely, leaving you feeling empty. You made a sound of discontent.

“I know, sweetheart.” He picked you up and lay you on your back, crawling over you and kissing you with fervor. You felt him plunge back inside of you, and your back arched for him. Still astonished that he could make you feel so full, you moaned underneath him, begging for more, wanting him to give you as much as you could handle, if not more.

“Own this fuckin’ pussy,” he growled, now opting for long, deep strokes. He reached down to rub two fingers across your clit, and you moaned in agreement.

“Yours! Yours, Joel—yours.” You were hurtling towards a second orgasm, wrapping your legs around Joel’s waist to coax him deeper into you.

“Gonna make sure you never fuckin’ forget it.” He applied more pressure to your clit now, massaging it in time with his thrusts. “C’mon, sweetheart, one more,” he smacked your clit before returning to his prior motions. You opened your mouth but no sound came out, and you reverted to silently begging. He began to speed up again, and you grabbed his forearm.

“Joel!” You found your voice again, and you were all but screaming when, with a deep, hard push of his hips, you came for him. You sunk your nails into his arm and heard him hiss, but it seemed to just spur him on. He didn’t stop, forcing you to writhe pitiably on his cock. You were completely at his mercy, unwound and so far gone.

“Fuckin’ tight, s-o fuckin’ tight f’me.” Joel’s hips began to stutter, “Where d’you want me, baby? Wan’ me to paint that pretty face with my cum?” You shook your head, whining. “Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Ins-ide,” you whimpered, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure coursing through you. You felt his fingers, still rubbing your swollen clit, and you wanted it to last forever. “Wanna be yours.”

“Oh, fu—yeah? Lettin’ me fill this pussy up?” You nodded enthusiastically, words still not coming easily to your pleasure-clouded brain. “You are jus’ a dumb li’l girl, aren’t you? Gonna let me cum in you? Paint that pretty cunt, make sure you know who you belong to?” He was rambling now, but his words still went straight to your core. You had no idea that there could be so much satisfaction from sex.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart,” Joel pounded himself into you, trying to last as long as he could before the inevitable. “Gonna—fuck, fuck!” He spilled into you, throwing his head back and pushing himself as deep as your body would allow him to. You felt the warmth of his spend spread across your lower abdomen, and you sighed happily.

Joel slumped over you, and you willfully accepted his weight on top of you. You traced a finger down his back, then up again, repeating the motion until you had to stop to focus on catching your breath.

“Heavy.” You whispered between pants, though it wasn’t as much a complaint as it was an observation.

“Mm.” He maneuvered the both of you, flipping positions so that you were on top of him.

“Better.” You muttered, and he took a turn tracing his fingers over you.

“You’re an awful informant.” He spoke in a hushed tone, maybe because the atmosphere called for it; maybe because he was hoarse from recent events. “Didn’ ask me shit.”

“Guess I’ll just have to kill you.” You quipped.

“Couldn’t if y’tried.” He rested his head on his arm, sitting up enough to properly view the curve of your ass and the mixture of his cum and your own sliding down your thighs.

“‘m coming with you.” You whispered.

“Yeah,” Joel squeezed your side before folding you into his free arm, “you are.”

[angelinpiink]

movie star

❥ paring: meangirl! historia x fem!reader

❥ summary:  historia decides to teach the reader a lesson after she decided to stand up against historia’s bullying for the first time, leaving her humiliated in front of her minions. Reader will too be put in a humiliating predicament and to her surprise discover it to be something she finds to be quite joyful. ❥ author's note: this is the longest one shot i've ever written, I hope that the time spent on this was not in vain and that you all receive it positively! If this particular trope interests you keep your eyes peeled for the second fanfic relating to it i am currently working on. 

❥ warnings: this oneshot contains mature content such as bullying, thigh riding, humiliation, and degradation.

the halls  of sina academy were bustling with students and unreasonably lively given the hour. It was five minutes past seven. Yet, the students moved through the hallways with speed. The volume of their voices was so great it could be heard by those on the opposite ends. You were among the crowd. Unlike your peers, you were silent and hunched over with the intention of blending in. It was never a good thing to stand out in such a place. It would only serve to make  you a target for the cliques of students who took their social lives far too seriously.

 You had already caught the attention of Historia, the school's “Queen Bee”, who tormented you on the daily.  The very last thing you needed was to become someone else’s victim.  Historia was already far  more than you could possibly handle.  Each day she found a new way to suck the enjoyment out of attending school. She made cruel remarks about your appearance, spread rumors behind your back and encouraged other students to engage in physical attacks against you. Her position as head cheerleader and  daughter of wealthy businessmen who made frequent donations to the school offered her protection from the consequences of it all. 

You found yourself hoping that she wouldn't show up today–that she would decide her time was better spent on a shopping spree instead of class. It wasn't as though she truly had any real reason to show up. Her father could easily  bribe a professor into giving her a passing grade in the event that she flunked. There was a moment where time seemed to slow once you caught sight of Historia’s blindingly golden hair. It  flowed behind her as she passed. Speak of the devil, her blue eyes met your own  for a mere second. The rosy glossed lips of hers curled into a smile.

 “Y/n.” She called, her tone laced an overwhelming amount of phony kindness. You found it sickening. 

A rhythmic clicking sound could be heard while she made her way towards you. You watched with your gaze to the ground as the heels she wore  inched closer and closer. The blonde soon stood in front of you. 

It was obvious as day that she was studying you— judging you, searching for something to tear you apart over. She remained silent. The students in the halls began making their way to their respective classrooms.

By that point there was only a handful and a half of witnesses to whatever torture she intended to inflict. Majority of course, were either in complete alliance with her or feared her influence far too much to express their disagreement of her actions. 

“I see that you actually took the time to look a little less hideous today.” She let out a sigh, her eyes scanned over your figure. “if only you’d taken some time to acquire a fashion sense.” 

Historia gave a pout of faux pity, her arms crossing over one another.  It was  difficult for you to remain silent as her friends burst into laughter. You wished nothing more than to tell them about themselves for supporting someone as cruel as her. Instead you took a deep breath. This was your everyday life thanks to her,  tomorrow there would be something far worse. You couldn't comprehend why she was so mean to you. Never had you given her a reason to dislike you. 

“Still, the outfit is cute..if you're auditioning for a circus.” The blonde began circling you like a vulture. It was then that you caught a whiff of her vanilla perfume. The smell  was pleasant and left your mouth salivated.  Thoughts of baked goods filled your head.  How can someone so evil smell so sweet? 

“Oh. what's this?” She questioned, her eyes now glued to your skirt. 

The skirt you wore was slightly darker in the back. The fabric was made of was ombre. This of course would have been obvious to anyone who cared enough to take a closer look. 

“It looks like she’s pissed herself!” Historia pointed, her nose turned up in disgust. As if  you were some exhibit in a freak museum. 

 “It really does!” Shouted another student.  Your face was drained of all its color when  the crowd began laughing along. To call a moment such as this humiliating would be an absolute understatement. There was no way you’d even show your face in school after that. 

Insults continued to be  thrown around and your embarrassment morphed to anger. If it had been any other day you would have just allowed them to take the little dignity you still possessed. But, you couldn't stand by while they made a mockery of your skirt. The very skirt  that your grandma had taken the time to make one of  a kind for you. There had to be some sort of retort you could come up with to even things out. You needed her to know just how it felt. 

“Maybe, if you weren't looking at my ass you wouldn't have noticed.”  The crowd erupted into a symphony of gasps that later morphed to ‘oos’. 

“No one else here cared enough to until you said something. How obsessed with me could you possibly be? It's unhealthy at this point.”

“You should seek help, Historia.” You added. 

Without a doubt you’d struck a nerve. She stayed silent, her cheeks turning a  bright red. There was nothing she could come up with in time before the bell rang and forced everyone to retreat to class. Historia’s friends began to pull her in the direction of their class. 

“If i were you’d i’d watch myself, there are worse things to be known for than being the girl who pissed herself.” She whispered into your ear as she passed. A shiver made its way down your spine at the threat. 

You headed to class with your brow furrowed in confusion. 

–

Unexpectedly, The day went by smoothly. You made it to and through two of your classes without bumping into Historia again. She was nowhere to be seen when you went to  lunch.  Nor was she in the hallways as when you transitioned to your classes . There was a part of you that had begun to question if the threat was an  empty one. Perhaps,  she had just said it with the intention of causing mental anguish. In the worst case possible scenario she had in fact  meant every word and was plotting something in the shadows. You simply kept telling yourself it was nothing you couldn't handle.  She had already ruined

your reputation, crushed your self esteem and made it impossible to enjoy school. In a sense you had nothing to lose but your life. At least that was what you believed. 

In your final class of the day you sat doodling in your notebook, silently dreading when you’d be forced to leave the protection of the classroom. The bell rang and you stuffed your notebook into your backpack. You rushed through the hallways as fast as your feet would allow. You weren't concerned with who you bumped into. There was only one goal on your mind, you had to make it to the bathroom as soon as possible. It often served as a safe haven from Historia’s bullying. You planned on staying there until you had an opportunity to escape unnoticed.

Pushing open the doors, you glanced around and sighed in relief that the bathroom was empty. The Lock on the bathroom door made a faint click as you twisted it. You soon choose a stall to your liking. Your backpack was  placed  on the hook of the door before you took a seat on the toilet. After a passing of twenty minutes, the silence was interrupted when you heard voices outside of the door. 

Your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach, the sound of keys jingling and the door being pushed open as familiar shoes came into view. They  stopped in front of the sinks outside of the stall. It's Historia, her voice echoed through the bathroom as she thanked the janitor for unlocking the door. Her performative kindness went  unnoticed by everyone except you. 

Once the janitor left, you took note of the two other pairs of legs you saw. You gulped and lifted your legs,  so the stall looked empty. Your eyes remained locked on the door. 

“I know you’re in here y/n. Stop being such a little bitch and come out.” She spoke while she walked. 

“You had so much to say earlier, why so silent now?” 

She paced  back and forth, the air around you beginning to feel heavy. The silence,  putting you on edge as your mind pondered what would happen next. You wished now more than ever to be invisible. You hugged your knees to your chest in a feeble attempt at making yourself smaller. 

 In the blink of an eye, the door swung open forcefully so much that if you hadn't leaned back it would have hit you in the face. There stood one of History's friends, Mikasa. Her expression was straight and uncaring. “Thanks, I'll take care of the rest now.” 

 “What are you planning?” The girl asked. 

“Don't worry, you'll see.” Mikasa nodded. 

Both her and the other girl, a brunette who was known for having an insatiable appetite for food, made their exit.

Historia soon came into view, her wardrobe of pastels  replaced with something more revealing and fitting to her figure. She wore a tank top with lace trim that stopped just above her belly button and left the tops of her perky breasts exposed. The skirt she was wearing was so small it was  difficult to miss the light pink panties she wore under. You wondered what would have possessed her to come here dressed in such a way. What exactly did she have planned?

It was hard for you to take your eyes away, there was no denying that she was gorgeous. Still, it wasn't logical to think such a thing of someone who clearly viewed you as less than human. Your thoughts came to a halt as she grabbed your chin.  Her manicured fingers guided your face to meet hers, lips crashing against one another’s. Her fingertips caressed down your arm  and across your stomach.  Making  their way inside the waistband of your skirt. 

With eyes wide of shock you squirmed out of her grip. “What are you doing!??” you questioned. 

“Don't act stupid, you know just what I'm trying to do.”  She snapped. 

You raised a brow. 

“Do you want me or not?” Her tone made it evident that she wasn't interested in beating around the bush.

“But I thought you..hated me?”

“Maybe it’s true or I've just been a little frustrated.” She whispered. Her breath hot against your ear, hands pulling your body closer to her own.

“Help me out please.” Her voice switched to that of one coated with sweetness that almost sounded genuine. A pout formed on her lips while  she awaited your reply. You nodded.  It was impossible to refuse her even if you wanted to. 

“Let’s not make it awkward..” She said, giving you a smile as she tucked strands of your hair behind your ear.  Her lips crashed onto yours once more. Your hands made their way to her hips and Historia deepened the kiss. A whine fell from your lips, her hand slipping under your skirt, rubbing at your cunt through your panties. 

You felt her smile into the kiss and her tongue roamed your mouth. The atmosphere was now heavy for a completely different reason. A burning heat formed in your core, your hips grinding against Historia‘s hand. 

“Promise to do everything I say?” she asked. 

You simply responded by nodding.  Your brain was far too foggy to formulate an adequate  response. All you could think about was how badly you needed her to touch you there again. “Come here.” She spoke, grabbing your hand as she pulled you outside of the stall towards the sinks. She propped herself up on the

counter and signaled at the door for you to lock it. 

You of course did just as she said in hopes that doing just as she said would encourage her to give you what it was she knew you wanted. As she sat on the counter, she beckoned  you to come closer. “Lift your skirt”

 You complied. Her fingers tugged at the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side she exposed your dripping core. The bathroom echoed with your whimpers as her thumb toyed with your clit. Her movements were slow and painfully sweet. 

“Here ..”She said, pulling you towards her thigh.  You lifted yourself up and placed your cunt against her.

The fabric of her tights  smooth against you as you moved your hips back and forth.  A moan escaped your lips, the friction against your clit sent you into a frenzy. 

It was difficult to keep your balance as pleasure overtook you. Historias hands rested on your hips, holding you in place.  She watched you squirm as the sensation became too much to bear, your juices coating her thigh. Still, her grip never faltered. “My..god!” You cried out Historias lips connected with your neck and your eyes fluttered shut. This gave her an opportunity to pull out her phone. Making sure your face was well in the view of the camera, she pressed record. 

 “You’re a dirty little slut aren't you?” She cooeed, watching you through the video feed. 

 You nodded, moans continuing to spill from you. 

“That’s right.” She smiled.  The sight of your legs  trembling giving her satisfaction all the more so being that she had such a lovely moment on video. 

“So eager to get fucked youre making a mess all over my thigh.” On cue,  Historia  aimed the phone’s camera at her leg, her tights now stained from your slick, the sweet juices dripping down her knee. She continued to record while you desperately grinded your cunt against her. 

“It’s pathetic.” She hissed.  With the  hand that rested on your hip she guided them, forcing your poor clit to bump against her thigh more times than you found bearable.   A string of whines and broken please could be heard. 

“Maybe if you beg enough I'll give you my fingers.”

“P-please..” you choked out. Historia responded by rolling her eyes.

“That’s all you’ve got?  My god! You suck at begging.” 

“Guess the only thing you're good for is being a needy slut.” She added.  You took no offense to her words, in fact they only served to increase your arousal. There was something about the way she pretended to be repulsed  by you while her eyes were heavy with lust.  She enjoyed this as much as you, but her ego caused her to refuse allowing you to know that. Historia pushed her fingers inside of you, her free hand gripped the camera to show off throw easily her fingers could slip deep inside your cunt thanks to the fact that you were practically dripping by that point. 

“I’m so close.” A whimper could be heard. Her movements sped up the sensation in your core tightened, you felt as though you were going to burst any moment.  You squirmed and squirmed. 

“Can you do something for me first ?”

“Yes! I’ll do anything..please just let me..”  You cried out, as your legs shook. It was no secret that you were eager. Her fingers continued to pound into you. 

“Look into the camera and tell everyone how much of a dumb little whore you are,” You Struggled to formulate a response, logic was no longer a concept to you. There was no time to ponder what her intentions might be. Your mind fuzzy as you tried to fight off your orgasm through the constant stimulation.  A few muffled please left your lips, your hips bucking  pathetically as though you were some desperate feral thing. 

Historia shakes her head, her movements coming to a halt.  “No cumming yet. Not until you say it.” 

With a whine, You obliged looking into the camera with heavy, desperate eyes and flushed cheeks. 

“Good girl..” She cooed as she returned to thrusting her fingers into you, her thumb rubbing circles at your cit as your body shook from the release. The juices dripped down your thighs and coated her fingers. 

“Now that you’ve got what you want, time for me to get what I want.”

“On your knees.  Her tone  now stern and direct. 

She soon pushed her fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean.  She began to spread her legs. Under her skirt was now in  view, the wet spot on her panties made it all the more evident  that she had been enjoying this as much as you. You felt your mouth water as you leaned in, her sweet smell filling your nostrils. Slipping her panties down to her ankles, You flicked your tongue across her clit. 

 Watching her cheeks became flushed, you licked a stripe along her core. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it. This was her way of telling you to speed things up.  Your movements were painfully slow to her still she enjoyed it so much so that she was in need of more. 

She had no intention of letting you know that, instead she chose to settle for insulting you. “Come on, don't tell me that's the best you can do.” She groaned in an attempt to cover up her moans. Her eyes rolled into her head as you buried your face between her thighs, your tongue lapping at her cunt repeatedly. 

“Y-you’d think that you’d be able  to put that mouth to use for better things than talking shit and being like a desperate slut.”  her thighs clamped around your head, hands tugged at your hair, forcing your face deeper into her cunt.  Her free hand still gripped the phone which she had been using to record this whole encounter. 

Her insults were  soon drowned out by the  moans that left her lips. As angelic and pretty as her appearance, they fell on your ears like a beautiful melody. Watching the way she arched her back and ground her hips against your face soon brought back the feelings of need you'd been overwhelmed with just minutes before.  

By instinct, you reached a hand down to play with yourself. 

“Look at this pervy bitch getting herself off to eating my cunt.” she hissed, exposing your actions to the camera.  You rubbed at your cunt, sloppily and slowly as you still gave much of your focus to the task at hand. 

“After she just came, she wants more..how greedy?” She said, yanking your hair harshly.  Still, You continued to devour her until she released in your mouth.

 No time at all passed before she ushered out her way. You watched in confusion as she slipped off her skirt, and replaced it with the outfit she had been wearing earlier that day. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and began fixing up her makeup which had been smuggled from the encounter. She tossed the tights  she'd been waiting into the trash and made her way towards the door in silence. Before she took her exit she opened her mouth to speak.  Her expression had reverted back to that of how she usually looked at you. 

“Since you seemed so impressed with yourself earlier over  all the attention you got today for that foolish remark.  I thought I'd help you get some real notoriety. You’ll surely be the hot topic now  movie star,” 

You watch as she tapped away on her phone screen.

And with that she left, taking the final piece of your dignity with her. 

You weren't too sure what was going on  but from the looks of it she appeared to have sent a text to someone. With a furrowed brow, You stood and began to clean yourself. The mirror exposed your ragged appearance, your hair was practically a bird's nest across your head from all the tugging and pulling Historia had done. The  streaks in your makeup from your tears left you looking like you were returning from a drunken night out. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you left the bathroom in such a state as most would assume you had been attacked but still you’d feel weird walking around with the remnants of your encounter with historia on your sleeve.

Letting the cold  water run,  you splashed your face.  Everything that happened seemed like a dream. You were in need of something to keep you grounded in reality and harsh icy water was perfect for the job. You shivered as it ran down your neck. With paper towels in hand you dried your face and wiped the remnants of your orgasm off your thighs before pushing your panties back into place.  You fixed your hair and once you felt presentable, You too made your way out of the bathroom.

As you walked down the halls, they were  uncharacteristically empty. No one was in sight, you breathed a sigh of relief was that meant  it was a high possibility that no one had heard of the encounter from outside of the bathroom. Perhaps there was some after school event occurring outside like a football game?

As your legs carried you towards the large exit doors you saw a crowd of students lined up with their phones in their hands. Their laughs filled your ears when you stepped outside, they pointed to you.  Some cheered as an audio of you degrading yourself echoed throughout the crowd. “Who knew y/n was such a slut!?” You heard someone say. “

Yeah it must be true if she said it herself.” Another student replied. “Look at how many views the video has gotten already, you're a real star.” Said reiner, putting the phone in your face, showing you the phone. The video had been uploaded to some random porn site by what appeared to be an anonymous user, You of course knew exactly who had done it..the very person who’s thigh you could be seen riding.  

You stopped in your tracks, eyes scanning the crowd. You searched for someone, anyone who didn't have their phone out viewing the video.  It was at that very moment your eyes landed on Historia who simply shrugged and mothed ‘oops’, the cruel smile on her face evident as ever. 

The whole school had witnessed what had gone down, the begging, the desperation and the compliance you had all for someone who viewed you as a peasant.  Not only that but they had a permanent copy of the encounter on their phones, never given a moment to forget it. You would be forced to relive it over and over until you graduated.

  The only thing that left a bad taste in your mouth was the possible bullying that would occur as a result from other students. You found yourself feeling foolish for thinking you’d ever win against her. Historia never played fair, she didn't have to  when it came to you. She was the one in absolute control, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn't say you were okay with that. 

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The heat went out in my room, so I'm sitting here shivering with goosebumps on my arms (I'll put on a sweater in a minute). But I've got another day of Grumbo Month done! Yay! Yet again, Grumbo Month prompts were written by @grow-bettah

Day 11: Secret Relationship

“I think you should just tell him,” Mumbo said softly one night while he was preening Grian’s wings.

“He won’t stop just because he knows I have a boyfriend, Mumbo.” Grian’s same tired excuse came out almost too easily.

“I still don’t see what the big deal is, you know. If you told your superhero partner that you were already dating someone else, then he wouldn’t-“

“That’s only one part of the problem. Hot Guy knowing isn’t the issue anyway.”

Mumbo sighed, trying not to sound too offended. He’d heard the reasons countless times. If anyone found out about Mumbo’s connection to Cute Guy, he was dead. And that was if he was lucky. He’d be tortured, and no matter how many times he insisted he could handle it, Grian refused to entertain the risk.

Besides, Grian wasn’t exactly subtle with his identity. He was so close to getting caught. And there were only so many avians who could actually do the fancy flying that Cute Guy did on a regular basis.

Grian only came to visit in the odd hours of the night. No one even knew that Grian and Mumbo had ever met before. Not even Mumbo’s closest friend Scar was allowed to be in on it.

There had been a time, Grian told Mumbo, that he’d had a family. That he allowed himself to care about people. Grian had lost everything once already. He’d lost everyone.

It took ages for Mumbo to get Grian out of his shell. The accidental crash landing into the alleyway by Mumbo’s house had given Mumbo his identity, sure, but even after that, Grian had been tightlipped.

The relationship was the longest running project Mumbo ever had, and he’d never give it up for anything. Even if Grian decided to one day distance himself completely again, the bond they’d shared would be worth it.

“I can’t risk losing you,” Grian said softly, thinking Mumbo’s silence was out of anger. “I just can’t do it again.”

“I know, Grian.” Mumbo sighed. “I just wish things could be different.”

“But they aren’t.” A muscle twitched beneath Grian’s feathers, betraying his own frustration. “If it was safe, I would show you off to everyone I’ve ever met. You would hate it.”

“I don’t know about that,” Mumbo replied, smiling faintly. “I feel like the number of people you’ve met is less than the number of fingers you have.”

“Hey! I have friends!”

“Besides me and Hot Guy?” Mumbo asked.

“There’s… Well, there’s Hot Guy’s tech man. What’s his name again?”

“You haven’t met Hot Guy’s tech man,” Mumbo replied gently. “And considering how you don’t even remember his name, I doubt he counts.”

“Well!” Grian pulled his wings away to turn and face Mumbo. “That’s what I get for wanting to brag about you!”

“It’s okay, mate.” Mumbo was still smiling. “I think you’d be more offended to know that there’s only one person I care about meeting you, if we could tell people.”

“Your best friend. Scar, right?” Grian softened. “He’s the reason you want this to stop being a secret?”

“Yeah. He thinks I spend too much time alone.”

Grian smiled. It was gentle, none of the usual mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Well, he’s got you there.”

“Oh, hush, you.” Mumbo shook his head. “I see people.”

“At work.” Grian rolled his eyes, laying back against the carpet. “If you only have work friends and Scar, I think it’s safe to say he’s right when he says you’re constantly alone.”

“I like the solitude.” Mumbo shrugged. “It also helps that it makes it less suspicious when I want to stay up waiting for you to visit me.”

“Yeah?” Grian almost cooed at that. “You like my nighttime visits?”

“Grian, if I didn’t like your nighttime visits, I would lock my window.” Mumbo laughed. “I think I’d be happy if you visited every night.”

“Really?” Grian rolled onto his stomach, peering up at Mumbo from his spot on the floor. “You’d want me around even more than I already come around?”

“If you didn’t think it was so risky to come visit me, I wouldn’t see any issue with it.”

“Aww, Mumbo.” Grian pulled himself up to sit next to Mumbo on the couch, a wing tucking behind his back to pull him close to Grian. “I love you too.”

Mumbo’s face grew warm. “Yeah?”

Grian hummed softly.

For a moment, Mumbo could pretend this was how things always were. He could pretend that Grian lived here with him.

He could pretend that Grian meant it when he said “I love you.”

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Hiiii!!!

I love love love your content!

I have a pretty long request so feel free to ignore it!

Basically, it's a yandere romantic the black phone boys (Griffin is platonic and the rest are aged up to like 16-17) with a kidnapped female reader (who's 16 btw). Like it was 1964, she was 2 years old and the Grabber just kidnapped her as a test run on everything and planned on killing her almost right away. But he grows attached to her when she starts calling him dad, not knowing any better. He keeps her locked in a room upstairs and gives her lots of nice stuff. The Grabber begins kidnapping again in 1976, starting with Griffin but she finds Griffin and helps him hide in a secret room she found that was attached to her room that the Grabber is unaware of. Obviously the Grabber finds out and freaks out, he immediately thinks that Griffin escaped but everyone still seems to be looking for him, so he realizes that Griffin is hiding somewhere in the house. He gets angry with reader, because Griffin wouldn't be able to find any hiding spots without help, so the Grabber hurts her. She continues to save the victims, which causes her to get more and more hurt but after she saves Robin, the Grabber threatens that if she hides the next victim, he'll kill her. So instead, she secretly helps Finney without hiding him.

The rest is up to you! Have a great day/night!

Omfg. This is amazing. And turned out to be the longest oneshot I've ever written and it's gonna have multiple parts because this shit is long as hell. (also I'm gonna assume that Griffin isn't aged up)

(Here is your food my children, I haven't fed you guys in forever. Sorry bout that)

"𝐼'𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊!"

Yandere The Black Phone boys x kidnapped!AFAB!reader:

Warnings: kidnapping, abuse, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, manipulation, The Grabber

(Y/N) was only 2 at the time, how was she supposed to know that this man wasn't her father?

And thanks to calling him 'daddy' (Not in that way you perverted freaks) and not being scared by him, he didn't kill her and instead kept her locked upstairs.

She never knew anything besides the house she lived in.

There were thick wood planks over the windows in her room, so she didn't even know what outside looked like.

The Grabber provided her with fairytales and taught her things other kids learned at school.

He allowed her to roam around the house but never, ever, go in the basement, the basement was always off limits.

(Y/N) abided by this rule, despite how curious she was.

But there were also times when she wasn't allowed to leave her room and it could be for weeks on end but the Grabber never told her why, he just expected her to be compliant, which she was.

As years passed, (Y/N) began to mentally question these odd rules.

And decided to break one rule, after she heard Grabber go in the basement quite frequently for a couple weeks.

She had basically memorized when the Grabber was out of the house, so when he was out, curiosity got the best of her and she opened up the basement.

Inside, she saw a young boy, one that she had seen in the newspaper that she secretly looked at.

The boy saw her and was shocked.

She waved her hand, as if to say, 'follow me'.

He followed her without hesitation, not wanting to be in the dingy old basement any longer.

(Y/N) carefully lead him to her room after closing the basement door properly behind the both of them, and opened the big wooden closet sitting in her room..

She shifted something around until there was a small 'click' sound and she pulled off a wooden panel.

An adult could easily climb through the hole, so someone as small as the boy had no problems with that.

"Stay in this room. I know it's not the prettiest but you're safer here. I'll bring you some food and water or a soda every night." She told him.

"Why can't I leave? I wanna go home." He questioned.

"He'll be back soon. If he sees you outside, he'll hurt you. I don't want you to get hurt. When it's safe I'll help you leave. But be very quiet, this room isn't sound proof." (Y/N) explained.

Hearing the front door open and Samson start barking, she motioned for him to move back, then put the panel back in place and covered it up.

She grabbed a book of fairytales and began reading, pretending that she didn't break one of the main house rules.

She heard the Grabber calling out to her, so she came downstairs.

"You called Daddy?" She answered as she entered the kitchen.

"Did you go in the basement?" He questioned.

"No. Why would I do that? You told me it's all yucky." (Y/N) lied, faking confusion.

"Good. Good. Now go back to your room." He instructed.

"Okay!" She replied before going back to her room.

Once she was back in her room, she quietly panicked while trying to read her book of fairytales.

What made it worse was that she was trying to read BlueBeard, where the maidens who went into the secret chamber got killed by BlueBeard.

She took in shaking breaths, reminding herself that it was going to be fine, everything was going to be okay.

Then there was a yell of frustration and the front door opening and closing again.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." (Y/N) cussed over and over, frightened for herself and the boy she was hiding.

She took a few deep breaths while reminding herself that the Grabber probably thought the boy had escaped which meant he didn't suspect that he was in a hidden room.

But it would only be a few days before he realized that the boy was still in the house.

Since the door hadn't reopened, (Y/N) hurriedly went to her closet and opened the panel.

"You have to be super quiet for these next few days, okay? He's gonna be looking for you in the house once he realizes that you're not free. I'm gonna give you these snacks to eat since I can't give you anything else when he's looking for you. If I knock once on the panel, then you can quietly eat but if knock twice, don't make a noise." (Y/N) rambled as she handed him the snacks.

The boy nodded and grabbed the snacks before (Y/N) placed the panel back.

She covered up the panel and closed the closet right before the door was loudly opened downstairs.

(Y/N) back down on her bed, going back to reading the same sentence in BlueBeard, over and over again.

Then her bedroom door was slammed open, making (Y/N) flinch.

"(Y/N). Did you go in the basement? Or hear anything weird today?" The Grabber questioned with an eerily calm tone of voice.

"No. I told you that before, remember?" (Y/N) insisted with a shaky voice.

He clicked his tongue before turning away from (Y/N), leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

The next few days the Grabber was constantly checking the newspaper but there was nothing about Griffin's return.

And with that, the Grabber knew that Griffin was still in the house and became instantly angry with (Y/N) because there was no way griffin would find a hiding place without help.

He put on his demon mask with the frown on the bottom half and entered (Y/N)'s room as she was drawing princesses in a notebook.

He made sure the door hit the wall with the amount of force he used to open it, alerting (Y/N) that the Grabber was in her room.

He grabbed (Y/N) by her hair and dragged her off her bed.

(Y/N) yelped in pain but he paid no mind to it.

"Where the hell is he?!" The Grabber shouted.

"Who?" (Y/N) asked, causing her to receive a slap to the face.

"YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT!" He shouted at her.

"I DON'T KNOW!" She yelled back, earning her another slap.

"YOU BETTER TELL ME WHERE HE IS OR ELSE YOU'RE GONNA BE IN A LOT OF PAIN!" The Grabber told her but she knew better than to tell him.

"I. don't. know." She replied through gritted teeth.

The Grabber then dragged her to the basement by her hair, ignoring her cries of pain.

Once they were in the basement, he began to kick, punch and slap her.

Her wails of pain being the only noise in the otherwise quiet house.

Once he was done taking out his frustration on her, he dragged her back to her room by her hair.

He threw her into her room then locked the door behind him when he left.

(Y/N) was shaking and dry sobbing, unable to move from the sheer torture of just being dragged up and down stairs by her hair, the punch, slaps and kicks just made it worse.

She ended up passing out from the pain.

When she woke up, the Grabber was standing near her with a tray of food.

She could only open one of her two eyes because the other was swollen shut from a harsh punch.

He saw she was awake and gently helped her sit up.

"I know it hurts but that wasn't me. I promise it wasn't." He told her as he placed the tray of food on her lap.

"and he was just a bit angry. I'm sorry. But I bandaged you up. And soon you'll be as good as new!" He said, pretending everything was fine.

(Y/N) instead just broke down and began harshly sobbing into her hands but that didn't stop the tears from landing in her food.

The Grabber tried to comfort her but the minute he laid a hand on her shoulder, her sobs grew more violent.

He decided that it was best to just walk away for the time being until she was calm again.

She kept on crying until she couldn't produce anymore tears from dehydration.

Her sobs turned into light sniffles and she began to eat her tear-soaked food, knowing that it was probably the only meal she would have that day.

She attempted to step out of bed after she finished eating but when she tried to stand up, her legs gave out from under her, crating a loud thud that alerted the Grabber.

He went upstairs to (Y/N)'s room and saw her on the ground, struggling to get up.

He carefully picked her up and placed her back on her bed as she heavily trembled.

This whole experience was terrifying but she knew she had to endure it.

Unbeknownst to her, she would have to endure it multiple times.

End of part 1

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

You’re About To Lose The Best Damn Thing You’ve Ever Had

Words: 5,059

Warnings: language, feelings of insecurities/not feeling good enough, talk of alcohol/alcohol consumption, lowkey mention of mommy issues at the VERY end, maybe ooc characters and probably bad writing

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This also was originally written for my OC Tiffany (Whose info on her/original story will eventually be available on this account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters )

Leon, Claire, and Chris are PROBABLY OOC (as I suck at not being able to keep them from being OOC)

Actually highkey proud of this cause it's one of the longest things I've written in a while

Reader and Leon are partners with their job (have been since 2004/2005) and is insinuated to be around the same height as Leon

I will also preface this by saying I've only had whiskey once or twice (most as I don't like it) so I'm not sure how it feels when it goes down so I just did what I always say for alcohol

I also am aware that Leon and Chris did not meet until 2010. But personally? I don't give a fuck as it makes no sense to me and I swear to God I thought that they knew each other for longer. So in my fics, if it takes place before 2010 and Chris and Leon are friends, means they met before then. Thank you

Loosely has themes from the songs The Great War by Taylor Swift, the 1 by Taylor Swift, and You're Gonna Lose The Best Thing In Your Life by Juliet Simms

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

December 21st of 2008

Y/N laid on the ground, breathing heavily. Personally, she didn’t want to move, Leon really knocked the fucking life out of her. She heard his laugh before she felt his hand wrap around her wrist and lift her up to her feet. She groaned when she felt the floor under her and her body nearly colliding with his. She sighed and looked at his face, giving him a soft smile that he returned and started to lean in for a kiss. She glanced and saw that they were still the only ones in the training room, so she leaned in as well. And as soon as their lips connected, he tried to deepen it, which she let. But she had other plans and she used the fact that he was distracted by her to knock him to the ground. 

Their lips disconnected as he landed on his back with a hard ‘oof’. She smirked down at him, too proud of herself for doing that that she didn’t realize that he was leaning up to grab her wrist again until she was pulled down on top of him. Legs straddling his hips, a reason she was thankful that her body easily could do the splits. He pulled her face back into his, refusing to let her remove her lips from his or let her get the upper hand. Not that she wanted to do it this time. She just smiled into the kiss, mentally thanking the Universe for allowing the training room to be empty and thanking Leon for making sure they were in a corner furthest and most hidden from the door. A precaution he had started taking the past few months, just in case someone decided to come in and join them in training.

Of course, she didn’t care much if they were seen as it was just simple kissing. Or, it was until Leon’s hands came down from her waist to where one was gripping the back of her thigh and the other was gripping her ass. His lips on hers swallowed the moan that came from her mouth when he did that and she was ever so grateful for it. Usually she was better at keeping herself quiet in situations like this, but this time she just hadn’t been able to. So once again, she was grateful that Leon was ever so smarter than her in these aspects.

This continued for a few minutes, all that could be heard in the room was their kissing and heavy breathing. His top had been abandoned fairly quickly and her sports bra was about to be unzipped when they heard the sound of the door slamming shut. They both froze and stared over to where the door was. When she heard no other noises, her eyes carefully looked at Leon. She saw his face and realized that he was scanning the room for someone else to be in there. But she also saw the small look of fear on it as well. Something that somebody who didn’t know him like she did, someone who hadn’t learned who to read his small facial expressions that would usually go unnoticed.

She gently placed a finger under his chin and moved his head to be fully facing her. She gave him a soft smile before kissing his temple, something she had accidentally learned calmed him down after a mission before they even got together. She gently moved her hand from his chin to run her fingers through his hair. 

“You okay?” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, not loud enough to be heard by anyone except for Leon.

He nodded, taking the hand away from his hair and ran his thumb over the top of it. “Yeah, I don’t think anyone is in here.” His voice was the same level as hers, just above a whisper, but unless someone was really trying, they wouldn’t hear them.

“So did we imagine it or...”

He sighed, “I don’t know.” He gently moved her off of his hips and grabbed his shirt from where they tossed it. “But I think it was a good thing. I don’t want to get too carried away in here.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, “So in your car in the parking garage is okay but the training room isn’t?”

He shrugged and she noticed him repressing the small smile that started to form. “A little more secluded. Not as out in the open as in here is.”

She laughed as she zipped her bra up the rest of the way and stood. “Yeah, I guess you have me there Lee.” She sighed and moved to twist her back, trying to pop it. “So are we done for the day? Am I allowed to go home?”

“I didn’t force you to do this. You willingly agreed.”

She shrugged as she grabbed her jacket that had been tossed to the side almost as soon as they started over 2 hours ago. “Because, yesterday you promised me food if I agreed. Something I still haven’t gotten, mind you.”

He laughed, “Well I’m sorry sweetheart, would you like to go get some now?”

“Hmm, I dunno. You already lied once, how do I know you won’t lie again.”

He grabbed her waist and pulled her into him, leading her to let out a yelp. He leaned his head down to the crook of her neck. “When have I ever lied to you?”

She leaned back into his grasp, “A few weeks ago when you said that you weren’t injured and you had gotten shot. When you said that we wouldn’t have to deal with Ada again anytime soon but then had to 2 months later. When you said that I usually get the Holidays off.” She turned around in his grasp and wrapped her own arms around his neck, “I’ve been here since 2004 and never once have I had Christmas off. That’s 4 years Lee.”

“In my defense, usually I don’t see Ada so soon after a previous time. And up until I met you, I had Christmas off. So if it’s anyone's fault as to why we always have to go on missions during Christmas, it’s yours Y/N/N.”

She hummed, “Well, at least we still have it off this year.”

“That’s right now, we still have 3 days. Anything can change.”

She groaned and leaned back some, “Please Lee, don’t make me sad at that possibility. I really want to be able to celebrate this year. Claire agreed to come over if we have it off. She even said she convinced Chris to take it off!”

“Chris? Redfield? Took time off? I had no idea he even knew what it was.”

She laughed as she moved from his grasp and linked her arm in his and started walking towards the door. “Apparently, according to Claire, he does.”

He kissed the top of her head before unlinking their arms as he opened the door and she tried to ignore the small pang that hit her. She knew why he did it, but it didn’t mean she had to like it. Doesn’t mean she ever had to like the fact that everything about their relationship was basically this whole secret that they had to keep. Well, keep a secret to everyone they worked for. Even though she was sure Ingrid knew. She had to. She had to deal with the two of them on missions and had called them in when the other was in the bed (kitchen, on the couch, etc.) with them. She gave them suspicious looks all the time when they showed up together or extremely soon after the other. There was no way she didn’t know.

Her clothes from earlier were already tossed in the back of her car, she was pretty sure Leon had tossed his in hers too. So when they made it to hers, she turned to him, “So my place or yours?”

He shrugged, “I dunno, I’m sort of beat. Figured we could get the food and then head to our own places afterwards.”

“Oh.” The excitement that previously had coated her voice had dissipated when those words left his mouth. “Well, we can wait then. Get it tomorrow or another day. I don’t mind.” 

“Are you sure? You won’t wring my neck for it?”

She gave him a smile that she prayed hid the disappointment that was spreading through her body. “No. If you’re tired then I don’t want to keep you out longer than your body wants to. Work does that enough.”

He gave her a small smile that she could tell showed that he was grateful for it. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

She nodded and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek, something she always did, but instead of letting her, he pulled away. So once again, she did everything in her power to not let the disappointment show. She cleared her voice as she clicked the button to unlock her car. Grabbing the door handle from behind her she gave him an awkward smile, “I’ll see you later. Let me know when you make it back to your apartment, okay? Snow is pretty bad out there and I don’t want you to not make it home safe.” She opened her door and started to get in, “Don’t want to lose my partner just yet.”

He smiled softly, “I’ll say the same to you.”

“I’ll see you in the morning, try not to drive yourself insane with the lake of me beforehand.”

He snorted as his hand came around to get ready to shut her door, “Whatever you say, dork.”

She opened her mouth to give him a sarcastic retort, but before she could do so, he was shutting her door. And as she watched him walk towards his own, she didn’t choose to ignore the disappointment and hurt that catapulted through her body. She shook her head and started the car. Maybe the thought that someone might have walked in scared him.

She wouldn’t blame Leon if that was it, but it would have been nice if he would tell her. If he would have told her and not made her feel bad for doing what she always does and making him uncomfortable. But as she pulled out of the parking structure she began to wonder when it had happened. Because right after it happened he seemed happy to go get food with her, but in the...maybe 5 minutes tops that it took to get their cars, his mind had changed. Had he seen something and hadn’t told her to not freak her out.

No. Leon wouldn’t do that. He would know that if he did that, it would freak her out more. He knows that, while she trusts him, she will always be cautious of their relationship. She always was. She always felt like the guys she was with could do better than her. And while she wasn’t insecure over Ada or Claire, there was still that...feeling that both gave her. That feeling that Leon has known them for 10 years now. They both knew him when he got dragged into this mess because of Racoon City. That feeling of being so unsure of things because he refuses to talk about things with him and Ada. It will never matter how many times he swears there's nothing with the two of them, she’s not dumb. She knows that there was once. She knows that Ada still has some control over him.

But that control doesn’t cause an insecurity in Y/N. No. It creates something different. Something that she can’t place. Maybe it was jealousy? Because with Ada or Claire, he doesn’t have the rules of their job to deal with. He doesn’t have to worry about their superiors finding out and giving them the choice to break up, get new partners, or, worse of all, leave. Y/N didn’t know what the job would be if Leon wasn’t her partner. 

So if she had to choose any of those, she’d take the break up. She’d rather not be with him than not be with him.

But the feeling that something was going on kept gnawing at her. Even as she entered her apartment. As she took a shower. And as she laid down to sleep. Something just kept nagging at her that there was something more going on that she didn’t know.

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December 24th/25th of 2008

Y/N sat with her back to Leon’s chest as they sat in front of Claire's old couch. But even them being so close. His arms around her waist, keeping her securely in front of him. Her head occasionally leaned back, hitting his shoulder, when she laughed. Occasionally she would feel his lips almost ghosting her neck, coming close to kissing it, but pulling away before he did anything.

They had arrived in separate cars. Something she knew had Claire and Chris giving them odd looks. They always arrived together. No matter what happened before. Even if one of them had errands to do before. They would do the errand together and arrive at the place with each other.

But not this time.

No. Leon had some “important shopping” to do that she couldn’t go with him so they arrived separately. She got there nearly an entire hour before him. And he was there for nearly half an hour before he had come up to her and done more than give her a small smile and wave like he had when he entered. That was how they ended up where they were now. 

But something still just felt off.

She still was unable to shake that feeling she got that night in the garage. She still had that feeling like Leon wasn’t telling her everything. That there was something he was lying to her about. She couldn’t even explain the reason for why she still had it. It still was just something she...just simply had. 

And she hated it.

She hated this feeling of...inferiority. It made her feel so small. Something that she always hated. That feeling of being smaller than everything else. That everything and one else was bigger and better. It hadn’t happened in years, not since she had just joined, but that didn’t help her. She had thought that she had gotten over her stupid feelings like this years ago after those moments.

But here she was years later still feeling this way and internally hating herself over it.

“Y/N? You alright? Looked like we were losing you for a moment.”

Her head snapped over to where she heard Chris’s voice and gave a sheepish look. “Sorry. Just thinking about something.” She felt Leon tighten his arms around her for a moment, his silent way of asking if it was anything important. “Nothing important though. Just silly stuff like how it’s crazy that Lee and I got today off. We usually have to work on Christmas and I hate it.”

She felt Leon chuckle, “Yeah, she was complaining about it a few days ago. That and questioning how the hell Claire got Chris to take time off.”

Chris rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I never take time off.”

“But you literally don’t, Chris. You have to be forced to take time off all the time.” Claire laughed, “Back when you were in Racoon City, Jill would complain to me all the time about how she had to put up with you never taking off. Questioned how I put up with it for so many years.”

He rolled his eyes, “You and Jill always are over the top with these things.”

“Chris, I’ve known you long enough now to know you don’t take time off. You’re worse than me.”

Y/N scoffed, “It’s not that you don’t take time off. They just don’t let you because there’s always some ‘possibly world-ending’ thing happening. I’m still surprised I was able to get the time off for Joe’s wedding 2 years ago and Tara’s in April.”

“I bet that since we got today off, you won’t get your sister's wedding off.”

She shot Leon an odd look. “You mean ‘we’?”

“Huh?”

“You just me. We both have off for my sister's wedding. Of course you lied and said it was a friend, but still, you got it off.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Guess I forgot for a moment there.”

Y/N nodded and looked back at the siblings, not saying a thing. How could he have forgotten about it? He never forgot those things. Hell, a week ago he had asked her if her sister had finally come up with what guests could wear (she hadn’t by the way).  She started to wonder if there were other things he would forget and those fears just got worse again.

She stayed silent the rest of the night, minus a few, small words of agreement or laughing when it was appropriate or she needed to. She knew that Claire was already suspicious by the way she kept looking at her, but Y/N chose to ignore it. And as it slowly crept towards midnight, she feigned yawns. She had slowly wanted to leave more and more as the night went on. So when it hit 12:05, she stood up, already having removed herself from Leon’s arms.

“I’m gonna go. I’m already starting to get half-asleep and I don’t want the snow and ice on the road to get any worse. I’ll see y’all later.” She leaned down to hug Claire and Chris, “Thanks for the presents you two. And thanks for inviting me, Claire.” 

They both shot her smiles while Claire spoke, “Of course, you’re always welcome to these things. Be safe, alright? Text when you get to your apartment.”

She smiled, “Will do, Claire.” She turned back to Leon and leaned down to kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you on Friday, well tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded, “Drive safe.”

She nodded and walked towards the door, grabbing her keys and jacket from where she left them. She tried to keep calm as she walked to her car. Leon never did that. Even when they were just friends. He always walked her to her car. Always claiming that ‘you never know what could happen.’ She slipped into her car, her feelings all around the place and jumbled up. She didn’t get why this was happening. Why it felt like it was he was trying to pull away from her every chance that he got.

Why was it starting to feel like she was the only one who cared about this relationship?

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December 31st of 2008/January 1st of 2009

Instead of Claire’s, the group of them were at Y/N's apartment. But this time her brother, Joe, and sister-in-law, Jessica, were joining them this time. While Leon had helped her get her apartment ready and make sure that they had enough drinks and snacks for everyone, he had hardly said a word to her all night. 

Like now, he was talking with Chris and her brother while she stood in the bathroom that connected to her bedroom, trying to catch her breath. She could hear everyone talking and laughing. She could hear him talking and laughing. Seeming happier with everyone except for her. And now everything with him had her freaked out and unable to focus for more than a few minutes. She knew that eventually someone would get concerned and try to come find her. And while she hoped it would be him, she knew that it wouldn’t be likely. He was out there talking, completely oblivious to her panicking in the bathroom.

She ran a hand over her face. It was ridiculous. She knew it was. She knew that the entirety of this situation was fucking ridiculous. She shouldn’t be getting so bent out of shape over Leon pulling away. It was normal. She always did it. But whenever she does it, it was when she was getting bored in the relationship. 

She ran a hand through her hair and tried not to let out a small scream. She didn’t know why she was acting like this. They hadn’t had a mission in months. She shouldn’t be this freaked out. She should be able to keep her emotions under control. She shouldn’t have to be hiding out in her bathroom, away from everyone, because she couldn’t control how she felt. She couldn’t make sure that her emotions were underwrap before everyone got here. God, she was so fucking pathetic. This whole issue with her was so--

She jumped out of her thoughts when she heard a crash right by her. Her eyes quickly scanned the room and she let out a shaky breath when she saw that it was just the cup that held her and Leon’s toothbrush and paste. She leaned down and grabbed the fallen contents and as she put them back, there was a light knock on the door that caused her to jump.

But then she froze when she heard Leon’s laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” She placed the cup back where it always was as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Causing yet another jolt from her. “Hey, you okay?”

She nodded silently, trying to keep her breathing steady. “Yeah. Sorry. I think I’m just getting tired. My body isn’t used to not having to be on edge 24/7.”

She looked up in the mirror and saw that he had cracked a small smile, “Can’t disagree with you there. But you seem genuinely freaked, like after a mission. Are you sure that you’re okay?”

She nodded and turned to him, giving a smile. “Yeah. I am Lee. Promise.” She glanced down at the small watch that laid on her wrist. A watch that he had bought her for her birthday 2 years ago. “Hey, it’s 11:59, we should get back in there.”

“Are you sure? It seemed like you had left for a reason.”

Yeah. He was the reason. But she couldn’t tell him that. Not with everyone out there. Not with the possibility that anyone could walk in when trying to find them.

“Yeah. I’m perfectly fine. I just needed to get away for a moment. You know how I am.” She felt proud of that. She was sure that everyone in that living room of hers knew that about her. Knew that sometimes she had to disappear for a few minutes because everything would just feel so overwhelming.

She stared at him as he studied her face. She knew he was trying to find any indication that she was lying. And either he didn’t or he didn’t mention it to her because he said nothing and gave no indication of suspicion as their friends started counting down. 

Neither of them moved as they heard them going down from ten. They just stayed in her bathroom. It was the closest she had felt to him since Christmas. She moved her hand up to brush some hair out of his face and as their friends got down to one, she leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. She felt his usual chapped lips on her own as the noises of their friends celebrating and the fireworks going off encased her ears. 

As she pulled her lips away from his, she felt a wave of hurt go through her body. A wave that quickly dissipated when she felt his hands on her cheeks and his lips slamming back onto hers. She let out a tiny gasp, something he took as an invitation to slip his tongue into her mouth. She eventually wrapped her arms around his neck and felt him moving them to where the back of her legs met her sink. 

He pulled away for a moment, just to bring his lips down to her neck. “Is this...a new...top?” She hummed in response before she felt him chuckle, “Is that a yes baby?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was soft, just above a whisper.

“I like it. You should wear it more.” He carefully moved her arms so he could take it off. “Same with the perfume, it’s the one you got back when you dragged me to Victoria Secrets, right?” She gave him another hum as a response, unable to say anything as she was scared that she wouldn’t say an intelligent thing.

She sighed as she felt his lips on her body and all of the previous worries drifted away. But, of course it couldn’t last forever as eventually she heard a gasp and Leon pulled his lips away from her body. Her eyes darted over to see her sister-in-law standing there with a hand over her mouth.

“Shit, I’m so fucking sorry. I should’ve known what you two were doing when you didn’t respond. Fuck, I’m sorry. Um, Joe and I are heading out. I don’t wanna overwork my sister too much by watching the kids after she had a long week. But we had fun. I’ll see you later.”

She watched as Jessica left her room and her head fell on Leon’s shoulder. She felt so fucking embarrassed by that. She had been hidden for nearly 30 minutes and then someone came to find her, just to see her making out with her boyfriend. So fucking embarrassing. 

She felt Leon’s chest move as he laughed, “At least we were just making out and not actually having sex.”

She groaned and buried her head in his chest, “I did not just say that out loud, did I?”

She felt him kiss the top of her head, “It’s okay.” He pulled away and she watched as he grabbed her shirt from the floor before he handed it to her. She slipped it on and he kissed her lips again. “You know I love you, right?”

She smiled and looked into his blue eyes, “Yeah, ‘course I do.”

“Good.”

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The clock that faced her blinked as the time read at her. Claire was asleep in her guest room while Chris was dead on the couch. Leon’s arms were wrapped tightly around her body that was only in one of the random shirts that he had left there. She couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t allow herself to fall asleep. Something felt off. Leon tonight. He felt off. She couldn’t understand why this was happening. Why he had been pulling away for days just to do this tonight.

She just couldn’t understand why this was happening.

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Y/N stood in front of Leon, shocked out of her mind. What was happening. She thought that they were okay. She thought that whatever he was dealing with the past few days was done. She thought that he had figured it out. She thought that what happened the other night resolved whatever internal issue he was battling.

But no. Here he was, standing in her living room breaking her heart. The one person who she never thought would do it. The person who she had thought was the one. 

But for some reason, she couldn’t find herself to cry. Some reason, she couldn’t let the tears fall. Maybe it was so he didn’t see how badly he was breaking her. Maybe it was so she didn’t feel it herself. She wasn’t sure.

“I’m sorry.” Sorry. After all of that he was...sorry. “You don’t deserve this.” He reached to grab her hand but she jerked it away. “You deserve better than this. Than me. Than our fucked up situation.”

“But Leon, I like it. I love you. I don’t care about the secrets and the lies. I just want you. Leon, please.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“Can’t ask you to possibly give up your job because someone found out! Watch as you have to get reassigned because Hunnigan already confirmed that it would be you. Watch as your life completely changes just so you can be with me!” He ran a hand through his hair, “That’s why we’re done, Y/N/N. Why we have to be. Both in this relationship and in our partnership for work. I already sent in the request for a new partner.”

“Leon.”

He walked to her door, saying nothing until he was nearly out, “I’m really sorry Y/N/N. Truly, deeply, sorry.” 

She stared as he walked out of the door. Out of her apartment. Out of their relationship. Her life.

She angrily wiped the tears that had started to finally fall away and walked to the liquor cabinet that mostly held his alcohol. She opened it and grabbed one of his bottles of whiskey. Angrily twisting off the top, she didn’t even grab a glass and just drank as much of it as she could. 

She stared at the wall and the grip on the bottle tightened as she felt the sting of it going down her throat. But instead of taking another sip, she swung it back and threw it at the wall in front of her. Screaming. She didn’t care if the cops got called. 

She was angry. Angry at Leon. At herself. At everyone and thing. It wasn’t fair that this was happening to her. Especially when she thought that everything was going to be fine. She didn’t understand that even though he called for a new partner they had to break up. They wouldn’t be breaking any fucking rules that way! She didn’t get why he asked for a new partner. None of it made sense.

She felt her knees collide with the floor as she sobbed. It wasn’t fair. They were supposed to stay together. He was the one thing that she felt that she got right in this world and here he was leaving her broken hearted.

She hated it and it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that her mom was right. That no one here would like her and she would end up alone.

She hated it because why did she have to be right?

She hated it because why did she just have to lose the best thing that had ever happened in her life.

Why did she have to lose the one constant in her life for the past 5 years?

[your-nanas-house]

First time

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

Warnings: smut, making out, blue balls, V-card, touching, kissing, cuddles, fluff, anger, killing

Words: 3428

Summary: 6 times that Jerome was rejected and the 7 time where he was not rejected.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I think it's the longest story I've ever written. 👀

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Of all the places Jerome Valeska could find a girlfriend he had to find her in Gotham City's asylum, 'Arkham Asylum,' she was there as well for a reason similar to his own and finally after days of attempted seduction, showing his charm while hoping Y/n, the patient, would take the bait she did by agreeing to be with him.

Seen from the outside the relationship they had was cute, they looked like two teenagers in love, it did not at all reflect the behaviour that could be shown towards other patients but Jerome was receiving for the first time something he had never received or known until now and he was quite jealous and possessive about it.

The two lovebirds often exchanged cute effusions of love that ranged from cuddling, rubbing their noses gently together, kisses left on the skin at random, hugs of all kinds, caresses and looks full of infatuation/love.

There weren't just those moments, Jerome's hormones were what they were so he found himself being aroused without her doing much, thus trying to push things further without her ever catching on it, turning things back into innocent affection.

At first the ginger thought it was only because she didn't understand that he was ready but as time passed and after a thing that had happened he realized that maybe she was the one who wasn't ready, he realized this also thanks to Barbara Kean not certainly thanks to Richard Sionis.

Her attention was still on Barbara while Jerome's was on his girlfriend's boobs, he could move his hand easily to touch them and he would have loved to but when he was about to do so her lips settled on his cheekbone catching his attention, he lifted his head from there watching her talk to the others in their little group without paying much attention as he moved forward and captured her lips for a quick kiss that she returned; Y/n accepted also the second one that lasted longer by breaking it herself turning her head toward whoever was talking not immediately noticing Jerome's hand that had lifted slightly and grabbed her chin to turn her head toward him for another kiss that he tried to deepen, keeping her head there with one hand wrapped in her y/h/c hair, she accepted him letting him guide the kiss giving this way at Jerome some sort of sign that he could continue.

1.

It was a morning like any other, Y/n was waiting for Jerome as she listened to the blonde nodding and responding to what she was saying, opening her arms as soon as she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of her ginger who smiled when he noticed her and almost dived into her arms leaving quick kisses on her cheek making her giggle as she hugged him, caressing his hair as she left him "recharging his batteries of energy" with his head resting on her chest.

The conversation was not yet over unlike the kiss, their lips were parted again but Jerome leaned closer to place his on the corner of her mouth as he moved leaving wetter kisses toward her neck concentrating there making her giggle without doing it on purpose but still smiling against her skin, quickly changing expression as soon as he started sucking and nibbling her delicate skin to leave a mark, moving his hand from her ankle onto her calf caressing slowly, moving closer for another slightly hungrier kiss when his hand traveled now to her inner thigh deepening the kiss, not stopping even when she moved his hand away from her and broke the kiss, still letting him assault her cheek and neck with his wet kisses that stopped when Jerome felt a hand on his chest pushing him away.

His hazel eyes rose quickly to meet those y/e/c of Y/n who had a slightly uncomfortable and angry expression, her eyebrows furrowed and she slightly pouting "I have to go to therapy, Jerome" he watched her leave the room without even giving him a kiss like she did every time.

His gaze lingered on the doorway until he heard an amused laugh that belonged to Greenwood that made him turn around to glare at him "someone was clearly rejected, huh" there was a threat from the ginger that managed to silence him as he thought huffing "My doll won't fuck..why? " he murmured thoughtfully looking at Richard Sionis when he spoke "maybe she just wants to play, I would advise you to take what you want" he stated looking at Barbara who huffed incredulously like Jerome "I'm not going to force her, god, I'm not a monster" the ginger replied offended casting a glance at the blonde as soon as she spoke "maybe she's not ready yet, Jerome, there's more in a relationship than just sex" this made him think for a while coming to a conclusion "my doll…is a virgin! " the prisoners turned to look at him after hearing him raise his voice a bit too much.

2.

The second time he tried something was still in Arkham, Y/n was walking alone when she felt someone pull her arm causing her to hit a wall with her back in a dark alley of the asylum "Hiya dolly" Jerome connected their lips hugging her hips when she hugged his neck returning the kiss after wishing him a good day, the kiss became more heated as Jerome's tongue passed between her lips as soon as she gave him permission, their breaths were like one and their bodies were even more pressed together when Jerome came closer; the kiss was a little rough but still passionate and sweet, the ginger's freckled hands tightened more around her hips, moving slowly to hug them as he deepened their kiss more without her pulling him away.

He slowly moved his leg between hers without stopping kissing her, moving it lightly causing her to grind against it making this way an adorable blush to appear on Y/n's cheeks, who pulled him away shortly after meeting his hazel eyes as she admired his slightly flushed face, his messy hair and his lips swollen and reddened from kissing, freckles showing even more.

A giggle escaped from her lips as swollen as his before she kissed him again, stepping out from where they were while holding his hand seeing the smile on his face.

3.

They had recently been in the Galavans' Penthouse and had already been looking at the house, admiring their new things and talked with Theo about his plans so they could relax, Jerome had gone to disturb Y/n on the couch making her move so he could lie down and hold her on top of him, they were just cuddling which Jerome was slowly getting used to by being with Y/n but due to the ginger's hormones they couldn't end up just cuddling so their lips were connected again, Y/n was wearing a baggy sweater that reached her thighs and her y/h/c hair was tied, her hands rested on ginger's cheeks as she kissed back, actually that kiss started for a different reason that time, they were talking about the future and chatting about their dreams, Jerome's hazel look was on her face all the time as they talked and something simply clicked in the ginger's head that made him realized his true feelings trying and wanting to try again to show them to Y/n in the only way he knew, that's why his tongue was in her mouth again while he slowly lost himself in the feeling that stopped when she broke the kiss to look at him.

In those moments Jerome felt a strange sensation in his stomach as he watched what she was doing, seeing the different way she looked at him not recognizing exactly what or understanding what it meant until she moved closer whispering "do you want to know a secret? " he nodded not finding the strength to speak waiting for her to move closer to his ear "I love you" she whispered softly before moving back to his lips biting and sucking gently on his lower lip before kissing him again, this time it was more intense and Jerome was more lost in emotion and feelings, moving his hands on her legs, stroking slowly before placing them over her ass kneading the flesh covered by her underwear as he pressed her against him more, he had not even noticed that she had not rejected him but was still kissing him back as he squeezed her ass moaning in anticipation against her mouth, groaning even more as he moved his kisses to her neck as soon as they broke the kiss to catch their breath but nothing more happened because she stopped him and someone entered the room they were in, she quickly left to go in her bedroom alone leaving Jerome still on couch with blue balls again, he got up shortly after hiding in his room to take care of his problem as he had already done several times while thinking about her.

4.

The plan at the GCPD had gone like clockwork, adrenaline was coursing through Jerome's veins as he quickly escaped to get back to the Penthouse without getting caught, it hadn't helped at all to escape in the car with Y/n at the wheel who had to drive like crazy to manage to outrun the few police cars that were there and were trying to catch them, an amused smile was on her face all the time as she drove taking the right turns hearing Jerome laughing crazily and amused as he held himself as best he could.

As soon as they were inside the Penthouse Theo complimented Jerome for the success of the plan by showing him his video on the TV and afterwards complimented with Y/n for her driving skills, asking her where she learned to drive receiving in response "I didn't learn to drive" followed by an amused smile before she went to her room, Jerome followed her shortly afterwards, kissing her quickly without even cleaning himself or changing his clothes, the adrenaline still in his veins as he took off his clothes, climbing onto the bed smiling insanely as he filled her with kisses, grinding against her and moving his hands to take off her clothes as well ready for the next step.

His hips moved quickly as he grinded against her giving her pleasure every time he managed to hit her clit, he continued to leave marks and lick her skin, ready to take off his underwear as soon as he sensed she came but was again stopped halfway, they eyes met and she sat up catching her breath shaking her head, he connecting their lips again as he begged her making another attempt ending up shifting and huffing loudly in annoyance.

It was not his intention to do so but he had been sexually frustrated for a while now, what he did not expect was that she took it so personally, she was ready to grind against him to make him come thing that she had even told him before he huffed but now he did not understand why she was rejecting him completely, slapping his hand away in his intent to move her on him "doll? " she shook her head looking at him angrily with tears in her eyes "no, I told you I don't want it Jerome, if it's that much of a problem for you then maybe we should stop here, take a fucking break if you can't respect what I want" his hazel eyes were fixed on her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion "are you breaking up with me? That's a joke..right? " he quickly grabbed her, slamming her against the wall as he stared at her like a lost, sad puppy after not seeing her smile or laugh "tell me you're kidding, I respect that, I didn't mean to huff, I don't do that anymore, I'm sorry, dollface.....don't leave me" he shook his head, starting to leave kisses on her face as he hugged her until he was reciprocated, moving back to the bed to cuddle.

5.

They had a night off and were planning to go out or at least Y/n was planning to go out with Tabitha and Barbara but had to give up since Jerome begged her to stay with him watching something on TV in an attempt to receive physical affection for hours and so it happened.

Y/n had one of Jerome's shirts on as she watched TV cuddling him and letting him hold her in his arms, her head was resting on his chest while Jerome's was against the pillows slightly raised so as to watch the horror movie they had chosen for a change from the usual cartoons, the girl was quieter than other days in fact only Jerome's giggles and screams coming from the movie could be heard; the ginger was focused on the murder that was about to take place when he felt her doll's hand move from his bare chest down to his abs, he thought she wanted to stay there but the hand moved even lower and his attention on the movie he had before disappeared altogether as it slowly slipped into his pajama pants, she moved slightly closer, resting her head better on his chest as she grabbed his length in her hand that grew immediately hard after a few strokes, the ginger's breath became more heavier as he felt Y/n's hand move, it was a strange and new sensation for her and a pleasant one for Jerome who moved his hips up in an attempt to make her go faster which she did, quickened the pace making him moan in pleasure, quickly grabbing the sheets that were covering half their bodies, his length twitched and he came with a grunt, she was hesitant for a moment to remove her hand not knowing exactly what to do but deciding to try to clean it with her tongue going back to watching the movie as if nothing happened not noticing Jerome's surprised look and his mouth half open in amazement. He was rejected, however, when he proposed more.

6.

They were cuddling again as they talked quietly, it had been a tiring day and the ginger was half asleep, very adorable to see, he looked like a baby trying to stay awake, his behavior changed every time when he was very tired, which was very rare, he became more childlike than when he was energetic and had a cute behaviour, he did not get angry easily but was easily offended and would start pouting.

That was what was happening when Y/n shifted hesitantly when he made a joke about her giving him a 'blowjob' to help him sleep better, at first he thought he had driven her away again and was ready to assure her it was just a joke but stopped when he saw her moving under the sheet and a few minutes later she was taking him in her mouth or trying to take him, doing what she had read in some novels, holding Jerome's hips down and trying to control his hands as he moaned happily asking her to take him all the way, he didn't expect her to do it again but when Y/n could figure out how to relax her throat she took him all, deep throating him until he came, when he did she moved away finishing with her hands then wiping it all away and lying back down next to him, his lips quickly connecting with hers as he thought she was finally ready for the next step but was again rejected.

7.

Jerome was sitting in front of the TV quietly while watching his cartoons.

He had given up trying to show her he loved her the only way he knew how, limiting himself to cuddle and what she wanted to do.

He was alone lost in his thoughts and cartoons much quieter than normal, his gaze fixed on the TV shifted to Y/n who hesitantly approached wearing one of Jerome's shirts again, she slowly sat astride him as she connected their lips, this caught the ginger slightly off guard but he did not reject her returning the kiss by hugging her hips, smiling between the kisses "is there something that turned you on, dollface?" he flexed his muscles playfully returning the kiss again which became more passionate, she slowly moved his hands on her ass allowing him to press her against him as he slipped his tongue into her parted lips, her arms wrapped more around his neck as she broke the kiss surprising Jerome who was ready to move on to cuddling, her lips traced the scar of the cut caused by Theo that was on his neck, nibbling on his jaw skin slowly before kissing the scars on his face returning to his lips after tugging lightly on Jerome's shirt indicating him to remove it which he did by remaining shirtless, returning the kiss again.

Jerome was holding her tighter against him, stopping again when she moved making him think he had crossed the line again but she removed her shirt uncovering her torso to him slowly moving his head to her tits, letting him leave kisses and biting them playfully, licking with his tongue looking up when she moved his hands to her bra opening, letting him open it fully uncovering her boobs as she grinded against him "doll face" he moaned helping her grind faster, she whimpered hiding her face into his neck "Jerome? " he nodded trying to get her to lie down on the couch finding himself to be the one lying down "I'm ready" their eyes met and a strangely sweet smile appeared on his face and he nodded helping her remove all their clothes as they continued with foreplay.

Y/n's body continued to bounce as she kept her hands on Jerome's chest, watching his expression lost in pleasure, his scarred lips half-open and swollen from kissing, a blush that brought out the freckles on his face and body, his hazel gaze on her admiring how her boobs bounced and her lips were slightly open while moaning his name going faster with his help, slowly losing energy.

His fingers moved to her entrance but she stopped him by removing his gloves before allowing him to continue, hugging his neck quickly "nervous, doll face?" she giggled softly nodding embarrassed "a little...but I trust you" this caught Jerome off guard AGAIN, his dollface was always so unpredictable, as he quickly looked at her while playing with her lips and clit "you do? " she nodded as she looked into his eyes, frowning as he thrusted his fingers inside her, beginning to move them explaining why he had to do it first, returning the kiss while he made quick circles on her clit, making her come before slowly thrusting his length inside her, moaning loudly at the sensation of her warm, wet walls clenching so tightly around him, he could have come right then but that was not the case, he wrapped his arms around her torso holding her tightly against him as he began to thrust up, rubbing her clit until there was only more pleasure and not pain.

As soon as the peak of both of them came they rested, Y/n on top of him, while catching their breath.

They should probably wash the couch after what had happened.

Jerome's hands were buried in Y/n's hair as he still recorded what had happened, had he really been chosen as the first? Had he really just taken the V-card from his doll face? Had they used a condom?

His eyes slowly wide as he mentally asked himself those questions, watching then Y/n leave a sleepy kiss on his lips murmuring something in gibberish, the sight of her made that strange feeling appear again that now he had figured out what it was "do you want to know a secret, doll face?" he whispered and she nodded moving her head toward him to make him whisper in her ear what he wanted to say "I love you" her sleepy smile widened when she moved to his ear whispering "I love you too…and thank you for waiting".

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