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#I’m gonna try and tag as many as I can think of off the top of my head but this will definitely be an incomplete list
slut4lrh · 2 months
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lover ; LN4
pairing(s) ; lando norris x swiftie!reader
summary ; in which y/n just wants to post pictures of her boyfriend, not expecting people to get the wrong idea
warnings ; smau, lots of fluff
note ; its 3am and i didn’t want to sleep til i finished this so idk what mistakes there probably is lmao😭 also just pretend the twitter stuff says 2024 i cba changing it all
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instagram ; yourusername
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yourusername i saw the dimples first and then i heard the accent 💓☺️
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user1 who are you
carlossainz55 you tagged the wrong account silly
yourusername you replied with the wrong account moron
nando4lorris you two aren’t slick
yourusename yeah ok mr nando lorris
nando4lorris you’re supposed to be on my side wtf
user2 i’m so lost 😭😭
user3 i’m confused someone explain
user4 babe everyone’s confused
user5 wait so is this carlos’ gf or not
user6 idk who you are but you’re hot as fuck
user7 ok i swear i’ve seen carlos wear that top in the 4th pic before
user8 yeah i think i’ve seen lando wearing it too tho
user9 but lando isn’t in this girls likes and comments
nando4lorris yeah guys you’re right she’s gotta be carlos’ girlfriend
yourusername nando4lorris fuck off i hate you so much 😭😭😭😭😭
user10 ????????
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instagram ; yourusername
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yourusername i’d like to hang out with you for my whole life 🤗🧡
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user1 crying because lando liked on his main AND his burner (confirmed)
yourusername p.s. the tag in these pics is for PHOTO CREDS 😁
user2 LMFAOOO HER COMMENT
user3 girl said my mans is NOT carlos sainz jr🙅‍♀️
user4 i have so much to say
user5 the taylor love lyrics, the orange heart emoji, the flowers, the ladybugs, THE CAT CARDIGAN
user6 i think i would die for her
nando4lorris 🧡🧡
yourusername 🥰
carlossainz55 i thought you guys were still trying to be sneaky
yourusername carlos you’re the one making it hard to be sneaky
user7 oh it’s so lando
carlossainz55 oh well it’s been 4 years everyone already knew
user8 ITS BEEN WHAT JEHFKSKKS ????????
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instagram ; landonorris
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liked by oscarpiastri, maxverstappen1 and others
landonorris i’ve loved you (five) summers now honey but i want them all 😁😁
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user1 oh my god
user2 FIVEEEEE SUMMERS????? EVEN MORE THAN CARLOS SAID !/?;&2!@:9(
carlossainz55 i’m sorry i just guessed how many years because i didn’t know exactly just that its been a long long time
yourusername it’s ok carlos you were close
user3 SHES BEEN TO RACES AND NO ONES EVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HER OH MY GOD
maxverstappen1 finally mate
oscarpiastri wooo secrets out 🥳
user4 he used a taylor lyric for the caption im gonna be sick
user5 if you zoom in on the second pic you can actually see me drowning myself in the background
ciscanorris1 💓💓
yourusername love you🥰
user6 wait i don’t have twitter can someone explain
user7 oh BABE you’ve got some catching up to do
yourusername my fav boy love you to saturn ☺️🧡
landonorris i love you more than you love taylor swift🥰
yourusername ok settle down babe don’t go too far
landonorris no sorry you’re right
user8 when he understands that ones love for taylor is never beaten >>>>>
user9 i need them biblically
user10 i still don’t understand how they hid her for 5 years lmfaoooo
user11 yourusername ok y/n but did he take you to the eras tour
yourusername he got us tickets for a uk show later this year 🥰🥰
user12 now, how’d that curly haired vroom vroom bitch pull HER
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sttoru · 8 months
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A WELCOMED INTERRUPTION !
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ෆ sypnosis. shiu kong catches toji and you in the living room. toji decides to invite shiu into the fun and he agrees after some deep thinking.
ෆ note. this is a part two to this post ! make sure to read that one first. &&i’m happy u all enjoyed the first part ehhh.. i tried my best w this one too, enjoy. also not entirely proof read so excuse the possible mistakes. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !
ෆ tags. dom!toji (+shiu) x female reader. three some, blowjob, breast play, objectification, degradation, name calling (whore, slut), cum play, free use, dacryphilia, creampies, male masturbation, voyeurism-ish, multiple orgasms, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, doggy style, breeding mention. toji’s mean, shiu a bit less.
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“fine, but we have ten minutes.”
shiu kong crosses the room in a couple strides, hands skilfully removing piece after piece of his clothing until he was left in nothing. you couldn’t quite figure out the unreadable expression on shiu’s face once he came close enough to toji and you on the leather couch.
it was impossible to do so through your tears. plus, due to the man on top of your body guiding your head back to look him in the eyes.
“just because he’s joining doesn’t mean y’re allowed to take those eyes off of me.” if toji wasn’t just a fling, you could’ve sworn that those words were said out of jealousy or possessiveness. even if he was the one who suggested the threesome in the first place.
toji hisses and grunts as he pulls all the way out of you before slamming back in twice as hard. your screams of pleasure were like music to his ear. and not only to toji’s ears; shiu was having a hard time holding his usual calm self together every time he hears your sensual moans.
“shit..” shiu curses under his breath, his demeanour slowly falling apart because of the sight in front of him. but, also because he secretly desires to be the one getting those reactions out of your mouth, “she’s quite noisy, eh?”
toji laughs a bit; a mean (almost condescending) laugh, “yeah— maybe we can see which one of us can make her even noiser, whadd’ya think?”
“..or ya can just make her shut up by stuffing that mouth full. your choice.”
your hands were trembling as they try to hold onto any solid object you could spot out of your peripheral vision. your tears withheld you from seeing toji’s agent masturbating; shiu’s rough hand was swiftly gliding up and down on his cock—coating it with his own pre-cum. if it wasn’t for his desire to dump his cum in any of your holes, he’d have released it all over his own hand already.
“i think i’ll put that mouth of hers to use.” shiu had lost the internal battle of keeping himself together as he walked closer to you, standing near your head and gently tapping the tip of his cock on your plump lips, “you know, toji’s told me you’re good at sucking men off and i’ve always wanted to test that claim myself.”
your eyes slightly widen in response, unable to comprehend anything in this situation you got yourself in. neither toji nor shiu cared about that; they just cared about the pleasure you were going to be giving them.
“c’mon,” toji grins and pulls out of you completely, looking down at his throbbing cock which was covered in your fluids before flipping you around on your stomach, “y’re gonna be a good little slut and suck that man off, yeah?”
shiu takes notice of toji’s action and immediately gets into position like the two have done this many times before with other women. the agent takes a seat in front of you, legs spread to give you a nice view of what he was packing between them. shiu’s back was resting against the armrest as his eyes were scanning your face from up close, “what a pretty girl.”
your mouth was watering more than it did previously, drops of saliva running down your chin as you stared at shiu’s cock in front of you. a harsh slap to your ass makes you squeal lightly and your pussy clench onto nothingness.
“i said something, didn’t i?” toji clicks his tongue while he checks out your ass in his position behind you, “get to work.”
your hands found their way to shiu’s thighs and they slid up until they were wrapped around the base of his cock. an almost unnoticeable grunt left shiu’s lips once he felt that jolt of pleasure run through his body from your simple touch. he had waited so long for this.
“fuck— take me in your mouth.” the older man breathlessly orders. you swallow the built-up saliva in the back of your throat and stick your tongue out to lick the tip of shiu’s dick— testing the waters first. as expected, shiu was easy to please since the man was already moaning and breathing heavy when you hadn’t even started yet.
toji looks down at the two and sees how you tease shiu by using your tongue. shiu was trembling a little, biting his bottom lip while one of his hands was tangled in your hair. the agent was trying very hard not to reach his climax already. not when he hasn’t felt your mouth around his cock at least once.
a smirk forms on toji’s lips as he sees the desperation and lust written all over shiu’s face. toji knew that you were good at giving blow jobs; the little teasing you did beforehand—where you’d hold eye contact with him while licking his length in small intervals—added to the entire experience.
“seems like you haven’t had any action in a while, huh?” toji grins while pumping his cock at the sight of you finally starting to suck shiu off. his hand moved in slow strokes, the other placed on your ass, prepared to slap it if you were caught slacking off.
“shut up, toji— shit!” shiu gasps and throws his head back once your mouth engulfs the fat tip of his dick. the warmth and wetness around his throbbing cock was driving him mad, “if i wasn’t too busy cleaning after your mess, i’d have a woman in my bedroom every day of the week.”
you held eye contact with shiu as he makes small talk with toji whom you couldn’t even see. you start bobbing your head in repeated up and down motions, his cock going in and out of your warm mouth, leaving it completely covered with your saliva in no time.
“fuckkk— she’s good.” shiu groans while his hand tugged at your hair, pressing down on your head to hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose just a centimetre away from his lower abdomen, “way better than expected.”
that gains a small proud chuckle from toji. the assassin was starting to move, lining up his still hard cock against your entrance, “told ya. she sucks cock like a real fuckin’ slut—always knows what to do.”
shiu fully believes those uttered words as he sees you desperately suck him off, hands playing with his balls and sometimes stroking the rest of his length which you couldn’t fit in your mouth. your tears and drool were dripping down between his legs.
a muffled moan vibrates against shiu’s dick the moment you felt toji bully his way into your cunt again. this causes shiu to thrust his hips forward, making you almost choke at the unexpected movement.
“mhh, that’s hot.” shiu breaths out while holding onto your hair with both hands now, ready to repeat his actions since it added to his own pleasure, “do it again, come on—yeahhh— good girl.”
as you choke and slobber all over shiu’s length, toji starts to roughly pump back and forth, hands on your hips to keep your lower body up to meet his— “your cunt is so fuckin’ tight compared to before—fuck— bet it’s ‘cause you’re a slut who enjoys getting both her holes filled at the same time.”
toji smacks your ass a couple of times as his cock penetrates your cunt to its deepest point, “maybe we can fill a third one soon, don’cha think?”
yes, he was implying what you were thinking; anal sex. the nasty thought made you whimper and squirm under toji while continuing to move shiu’s cock in and out of your wet mouth in rapid strokes. shiu reacts to this by bucking his hips up again and again, moaning and grunting loudly, as was toji.
shiu looked down at you through his half closed eyes, enjoying the way you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. especially because you were crying as well; it made you look pathetic and helpless yet so attractive.
“fuck— with the way you’re sucking me off, i’m going to cum soon,” shiu says between shallow breaths, seeing your body powerlessly shift back and forth due to toji’s intense thrusts, “mhm— better swallow it all, okay?”
you let out a long, strangled moan. it wasn’t clear whether it was due to toji pounding you or shiu asking you that lewd favour. either way, shiu bucked his hips up one last time, hands clenching around your hair to push your head down all the way to the base of his cock before spurting his hot cum right down your throat—the taste bitter on your tongue.
“swallow,” the older man in front of you reminds you with a hoarse voice, keeping his dick between your lips to make sure you do as told before gradually taking it out with a hiss.
shiu taps the tip on your mouth a little to get the last drops of semen on your lips for you to lick off. toji’s agent started to lazily stroke his dick again, trying to make it hard so he could fuck you as well.
“mhh, want to cum in your pussy. maybe even breed you, huh?” shiu murmurs. his words were solely meant to fuel his desires and get his cock hard again, yet the thought could easily be made a reality.
toji groans as he hears his agent’s dirty talk about breeding you. this causes him to reach out and grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back while he angled his hips in a way to hit your cervix repeatedly.
“fuck, i might even let him do that to ya—let him dump his load into your pussy along with mine.” toji grins, feeling like his cock was swelling even more with each deep thrust, “how ‘bout we try that out?”
shiu takes the chance to watch your tits again as they come into view. his body was relaxing against the armrest of the trembling couch, one hand reaching out to cup a breast and squeeze the hardened nipple.
“ah! yes, y-yes, wan’ both of your cum inside me, please.” you plead and your back arches from all the sensations the two men were granting you in this moment. toji groans loudly at your words, feeling even more turned on than ever and he makes that known.
“yeah? fuck— y’re such a desperate, greedy whore.” toji mocks and continues to pound into your overstimulated cunt. shiu was still squeezing your breasts and flicking your nipples, going from one to the other,
“just hold on, little girl— gonna stuff you full first.” toji adds and thrusts a couple more times before you sense that familiar feeling again; toji’s cum flooding your insides until it can’t help but leak onto your thighs.
with a deep sigh, toji pulls out again to watch the white liquid overflow from your filled hole. shiu, in the meantime, was still admiring your tits and now used both hands to play with them.
you were too fucked out to see the way the two men were silently exchanging glances. toji nodded downwards at his place behind you and shiu understood: the two were changing places.
shiu let your breasts go and stood up, toji following afterwards. the assassin and his agent slowly swapped positions and stroked their cocks at the sight of your spent body, quivering and silently sobbing from overstimulation.
“mind if i borrow her from now on, toji? just from time to time.” shiu asks with a deep hum, enjoying the sight of toji’s cum leaking out of your hole and the way it stained your skin as the sticky fluid left trails down your thighs.
toji snickers as he was getting his cock hard again by looking at your tits and head between his legs,
“nah, i don’t mind. as long as she returns to me at the end of the day.”
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priniya · 9 months
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📸 BETTER THAN REVENGE
synopsis. after a fight with sirius, regulus comes to his girlfriend sulking and she decides to have a little talk with his older brother.
notes. regulus black x malfoy!reader
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you and regulus had many more similarities than anyone could guess just by simply looking at the two of you. the most obvious included your background — ancient, pureblood families, who were nuts about purity, both in slytherin, both richer than most of the hogwarts students together, and in everyone’s eyes you were petty, stubborn and pretentious.
you two were petty and seemed pretentious, but it wasn’t all that. the two of you both had siblings, who maybe cared about you in some way, but never showed it well enough for you to be sure they cared. you were sure sirius cared, but you weren’t sure if lucius did. your brother was far from being a family guy.
both you and regulus were also painfully ambitious, and it kind of made the two of you so close as you were paired to one group in slughorn’s classes, and to secure yourself a top spot, you had to work together. and so half a year later, you were planning a trip to france, lying next to each other on the bed in his dorm.
after that one summer everything has changed, and now you two were an official couple, though not many people knew since neither of you wanted to make a big deal out of it. the amount of classes you shared had shrunken since you took different ones, but it just made your bond stronger.
it all happened on a week before both of you were supposed to return to your respective houses (though, regulus would be staying at potter’s), you were wrapping your present for barty, when your boyfriend stormed into the room. pandora, who sat there with you, claimed she would leave you two alone and left. you could easily see that something happened from the look on his face.
“reg,” you began, eyebrows furrowed at his sudden appearance. “is everything alright, love?” a soft ask left your lips as he just laid down on your bed, face buried in a pillow.
silence filled your room right after you finished your sentence. it was time for you to just sigh quietly, putting a hand on his back and scratching it gently. “you know you can talk to me, right?” your soft tone and the sensation of your nails on his back made him grunt.
“i’m not leaving for christmas.” he stated, catching you a little off guard. you were sure it was about the upcoming christmas ball that slughorn threw and since you were invited, regulus was ought to go with you. “i… got into a fight with sirius, so either we make up or i’m gonna go to my parents.” now, he was looking at you with misery and sadness flickering in his eyes.
“he thinks james is more of a brother to him than i am.” regulus adds, his head now resting on top of your laps as you play with his hair, trying to comfort him at least a little. “and he says it’s not that big of a deal, since i consider evan and barty my brothers and i’d probably say that they’re more of brothers to me than he is, but that’s not true.”
his words made your heart ache. it was clear to everyone in your friend group (including remus, who often just tagged along) to know how much regulus needed sirius’ validation, how much he needed to be reassured that he doesn’t hate him as much as regulus thought he did.
“i know we haven’t talked until he moved out, but it still hurts.” he whispered, not even looking you in the eyes. “and he doesn’t even recognize how much he means to me. he’s the only one in our entire family that matters more than everything. i got his initials and constellations tattooed and he thinks i would choose barty and evan over him?”
“you’re brother is an idiot, and i mean it.” you murmured, showering his head with kisses. if regulus was in his usual mood, he would say he just acts like an idiot, but now? he didn’t even want to defend him. “i’ll stay with you. i’d go nuts if i had to spend a minute with lucius.” you say softly, fingers running through his hair.
it took you a few more minutes to comfort him enough to leave your dorm for his evening practice, and even though you were supposed to finish packing your presents before christmas. you had to talk to one, annoying gryffindor, who was no other than sirius black.
getting into their common room was easy, lily, friend of a friend of yours, let you in after hearing your explanation, showing you how to get into sirius’ dorm that he shared with james, remus and peter. “one of you better hold me or i might kill your friend.” you let out, looking specifically remus, who looked at you with a glint of surprise.
“what did he do again?” lupin asked, his expression scolding. “what’re you doin’ here, malfoy?” peter began, but before he could elaborate, remus put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head as you looked for the perfect words.
“how can you be such an asshole, black?” you hissed, the end of your wand pointed at his throat. “one time you’re all on being the best older brother you can, but next time all i see in yourself is my brother, and believe me, that’s the furthest from a compliment.”
“i’m not done, yet.” your teeth gritted, eyes narrowed at him. “he’d never choose anyone over you, yet you’d always choose him —” you looked at james for half a second, then turned your eyes to sirius, again. “— over your own brother, who’d jump into flames just if you asked him to? unbelievable.” you sighed, putting your wand down, sliding it into your boot. “and you know what’s the worst in all that? that i wish he’d pick anyone else over you, but he won’t, because he can’t even get mad at you for not choosing him, he’s just sad.”
the atmosphere in the room is so tense, someone could cut it with knife. “you’re an idiot for making regulus feel so little about himself, and y’all are idiots for letting him.” another sight left your lips as your eyes were locked with sirius. “maybe even regulus will let you treat him like shit, but i won’t, black. i’ll make sure to haunt your dreams and turn them into nightmares, i can promise you that.” you gave him your most ironical smile. “i’m a malfoy, don’t underestimate me, cutie pie.” you sent him a wink,
“protective girlfriend, huh?” remus chuckled as you passed him, giving you a high-five. “oh you bet, lupin.” and you left, sirius almost shamless at your sudden outburst, but… it was quite impressive — though, he’d never admit it.
you haven’t seen neither of them till the next morning at breakfast, when they walked to the great hall together, talking about something until each of them got to their respective tables. “what did you do?” regulus asked, sitting on the bench beside you.
“what?” you asked with a sweet smile, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “just had a small talk with sirius, why?”
“a small talk? with the tip of your wand pressed against his throat?” you nodded at his words, sending him a fake-puzzled look. “you know i love you?” he bit back a smile, leaning closer to whisper those words right to your ear.
“oi, malfoy.” barty started, interrupting your somehow intimate moment with regulus. “theoretically, if i paid you, could you do that to me as well? that must’ve looked bloody hot.” crouch grinned, getting a light punch on the shoulder from your boyfriend.
“i would rather not touch you, crouch. i don’t know where the hell have you been.” you laughed, your head resting on regulus’ shoulder as his arm was wrapped around your waist. “don’t worry, baby. if any of them bothers you, i can fight.” you winked at him playfully.
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soullumii · 9 months
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this is trouble | joel miller x f!reader
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part 2
summary: it's been three weeks since joel last fucked you. tonight he finally has the time.
warnings/tags: 18+ smut mdni, filth. was meant to be plotless but sort of has plot now oops. fem!afab!reader, fwb, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, secret fwb, dirty talk, bratty!reader, grumpy!reader, dom!joel, soft!joel as fucking always (i’m a romantic, what can i say?) little bit of feelings oops, some angst at the end oops, pet names, no use of y/n
word count: 4.6k-ish
a/n: couldn’t find a gif of joel stroking that damn guitar so i made one. lowkey hate this but i needed to upload something so here i hope u enjoy
so when you give that look to me,
i better look back carefully cuz this is trouble, yeah this is trouble
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It’s been a good few weeks since you last fucked Joel.
Since this whole friends with benefits thing started between you. 
And tonight you’re kind of set on getting his dick back inside you again. Since, y’know, it’s been so long.
You’ve been craving it for a while, but tonight it’s kind of all encompassing. Kind of been the only thing on your mind since Tommy and Maria invited you out tonight. You and Joel, the latter who for the past three weeks has been busy with god knows what. 
You’re kind of pissed at him. Kind of really pissed. And your horny, pent up brain doesn’t help much with keeping your cool. 
At least you’re a few drinks in now, which has cooled your temper down some (though has spiked your libido quite a bit). Maria and Tommy are totally not picking up on your bad mood, though, thank god.
You swirl the last few dregs of wine in your glass, hardly listening to what Maria is practically shouting to you from the other side of the booth, since it’s so fucking loud in here. Your mind is caught on Joel standing at the other end of the Tipsy Bison.
You’ve been eyeing the way his hands curl around his glass of whiskey. The way his flannel stretches over his broad chest. The way his mouth moves as he talks to one of the stable hands named Harry. 
You remember the feeling of that mouth between your thighs.
Fuck, how much longer is he gonna make you wait? Another damn week?
He looks over at your table, eyes catching yours from across the room. You glare at him, trying to convey the frustration and lust and want you feel.  
His lip twitches in a smirk, seemingly having received your message. He pats Harry on the back, and then he’s sauntering back over to you and your little group of friends.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” He slides into his seat next to you in the booth. His scent of pine and sandalwood envelops you, a silent torture in and of itself. “Harold doesn’t know when to stop talkin’.”
Tommy laughs boisterously. When he’s had one too many drinks, he’s impossibly loud. “Man, I remember when he kept me at the greenhouse for an hour talkin’ about some bullshit.”
“He's a good guy. Just likes to talk." Maria glances at the radio perched in the corner, a new song playing through the speakers sprinkled throughout the bar. “Oh I love this song! Let’s go dance!”
Joel looks over at you, and you’re still kind of out of it, eyes fixated on the way the sleeves of his flannel are rolled up above his forearms, showing off the veins that snake across his skin, the muscles that shift with each drum of his fingers on the table top.
You’re not in any condition to dance at the moment, and Joel is certainly aware of it.
“I think we’ll stay here,” he says. “Y’all go enjoy yourselves.”
“Suit yourself.” Maria drags Tommy out to the dance floor, leaving you and Joel at this little booth tucked in the corner all by yourselves. 
Alone. 
In the dark. 
And you’re drunk. Joel, probably on his way there.
This is not going to end well. Or maybe it will. For you, at least. Just…not for any poor suckers who might stumble across whatever is about to take place. 
Joel lazes in his seat, casually stretching an arm over the back of the booth, pressing in close to you.
“Howdy,” he says.
“Hi,” you say.
“…You doin’ alright?” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice rather than any real concern, and you know he knows exactly what’s wrong with you.
“I’m fine,” you respond coolly.
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“I’m havin’ some trouble believin’ that, since you’re poutin’ like crazy right now, sweetheart.”
“I am not pouting-“
He laughs, full on fucking laughs at you. “Uh yeah, ya are. You’re actin’ like a lil brat. Givin’ me those goddamn eyes from across the room.” 
“Eyes? What eyes?”
His voice dips into something dangerously low, only for you to hear. “The ones practically beggin’ me to eat your pussy. Those ones.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Joel!” you hiss, turning your head to hide your embarrassment. You drain the rest of your drink and immediately wish you had more. Or some water, at least, to cool down the warmth settling high in your cheeks. 
“That’s what you want, ain’t it?” 
“I don’t fucking know. Are you actually going to do it? Or are you just gonna leave me high and dry again?”
He sighs heavily, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose and why is he the frustrated one here?
You’ve gone three fucking weeks without his dick in you! After he and you made a deal! You should be mad. Not him!
But maybe…maybe that’s just it. Maybe he isn’t fucking you because he just doesn’t want to anymore. And that, scarily enough, makes your chest ache and your eyes get all teary and wow you are so drunk right now. 
“Listen—“ he starts.
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, Joel,” you snap, folding your napkin into little squares to distract yourself from how upset you are. 
He pulls back, and you think he might just get up and leave you to stew angrily again. You could afford to throw yourself another pity party. There’s a bunch more napkins on this table that need folding.
He doesn’t leave, though. Instead, his hand settles warm on your thigh. Your fingers stall around the napkin. 
“I know I’ve been busy, but I intend to keep my promise this time,” he says softly, his hand squeezing your bare flesh, your sundress already having ridden up your thigh. “Don’t think you’ve been the only one cravin’ this.” 
His hand caresses down your inner thigh until his palm is cupping you through your panties, his knuckles brushing over your clothed entrance, and you’re grateful that the booth is angled the way it is, that you’re tucked on the inside, because it makes it a lot harder for anyone to see what he’s doing.
And it makes it a lot easier for you to give into it.
Your legs fall open, providing him more access to where you’re slick and ready for him, your knee pressing into his jean-clad thigh.
“Mm, there we go,” he smirks, stroking you through the fabric, and a tiny whimper escapes you. He leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear when he murmurs, “You’re such a drama queen when you’re horny.” 
Motherfucker…
Okay, yes. You can be a bit dramatic. But it’s not only your body that’s horny for him…your heart is kind of horny too. Joel is your best friend and to not see or talk to your best friend for three weeks is practically torture, especially when they’ve been giving you the good dicking down that you deserve. You have a right to be dramatic. 
You send him a scathing glare but it melts the moment his fingers pull your panties to the side and slip beneath the fabric.
You’re wet as hell. You know it. He knows it. But you’re still mad at him, and kind of drunk, so…
“Don’t you say fucking shit.”
“I wasn’t goin’ to.”
It’s a damn lie. He loves commenting on how wet you get for him. While it’s a bit humiliating for you, it only boosts his ego. Like hell he needs an ego boost, though.
His finger lightly swipes up your folds, and he bites down on his lip to try and hide the arrogant grin on his face at the way you thrust your hips forward needily with a breathy pant, but he’s failing. It’s practically impossible for The Joel Miller not to make things about himself.
“How often did you touch yourself thinkin’ about me while I was gone?”
Case in point. 
“Hmm…I don’t think I ever did.”
He circles the pad of his finger around your entrance, and stares you down with dark eyes, looking straight through your core, his voice dipping into something sultry and ragged and downright criminal. “You’re such a damn liar.” 
You feel like you might melt into the faux leather booth. Your thighs are already sticking to it, why not just become part of it at this point?
He slowly sinks his finger inside you, his thumb stroking your outer lips as he does so, and you’re boneless against the cushioned back of the booth.
“I’ll be honest for the both of us. Practically came to the thought of you every night,” he mumbles against your ear and lightly bites your earlobe. “Was thinkin’ ‘bout how much I missed you… ‘bout your body… ‘bout this perfect pussy.” He emphasizes each word with a pulse of his thick finger inside you. 
You shudder, your body lighting up at the thought of him lying in his bed, his hand closed around his cock as he came with a moan of your name on his lips. 
“Why didn’t you just come see me?” You huff, choking on a breath when he crooks his finger inside you, stroking your walls.
“Too much was goin’ on. Maria had me on patrol every morning, then I had guard duty to watch the folks that just left town. I wanted to see you, but I didn’t have enough time. You know I like takin’ my time with you, sweetheart.”
His excuse is valid enough, and he really does like taking his time with you. Content to just plant himself between your legs for hours to coax you through orgasm after orgasm. Or fuck you slow and deep, pulling back just when you’re on the crest to watch you squirm before he builds you up again, over and over until you’re practically screaming at him to let you cum. 
Still…he couldn’t have stopped by once to explain his situation? 
He slides in another finger, and you vaguely register that the song Maria and Tommy sauntered out to the dance floor to is coming to an end and another is starting in its place. They’ll be back soon.
“We can’t do this here,” you hiss, attempting to pull his hand out from under your panties, but it’s half hearted. You don’t want him to stop.
But he pulls back anyway, “If that’s what you want.”
It’s sweet, it’s considerate.. But he’s a damn jerk, because he knows how long you’ve been waiting for this. He knows you want him to keep going. Especially judging by the way he’s looking at you, eyes dark and hooded, the corner of wicked his lips twisting up…
He just wants you to fucking say it.
“Joel…” you grumble.
“What? You change your mind?”
Your fingers curl around his hand, tugging it down again, pressing it up against your throbbing core. That’s gotta be answer enough.
He’s not having it. “C’mon baby. Use your words…”
You scowl at him, muttering, “Don’t stop.”
“Speak up, sweetheart. Can’t hear ya. It’s loud in here.” 
Ughhhh! “Please touch me, Joel. Please don’t stop.”
He smirks. “As you wish.” 
Princess Bride reference. Cute. Makes your heart flop a little in your chest.
Joel eases his fingers back inside you agonizingly slow. He strokes the pads of his fingers inside you. A tingle unfurls in your chest, starts in your toes and spreads up your calves, and a low moan tumbles from your lips.
Thankfully, from anyone passing by, it would look like you two are just deep in a private conversation. Joel, pressed against you, leaning in close, and you, shielded from view by his broad shoulders, listening intently to whatever he’s saying.
They just don’t know that he’s breaking you down, brick by brick. That he’s making you leak all over this fucking booth. That it’s pure filth he’s muttering in your ear and not a juicy secret.
“God, you look so pretty takin’ my fingers, like you were made for 'em. Such a good girl."
“Joel, oh my god…”
Your breaths are coming out hotter, heavier, especially when Joel’s fingers slip out only to glide up through your folds to run delicious patterns over your clit.
“Fuck…” You whimper, the heat in your lap pooling thick and abundant. Your hips chase after his fingers, grinding against his hand.
You’re dangerously close.
“That feel good, baby…?” He eggs you on, his voice a rough rumble of thunder against your ear. 
It’s embarrassing how quickly, how enthusiastically you’re nodding, and Joel slips his fingers back inside you, his thumb coming down to rub circles on your clit as he fucks his digits up and into you.
The music is loud, but beneath it, you can hear the wet sounds of your pussy as Joel takes you apart, stroke by stroke, a steady metronome. 
You grasp onto his forearm desperately, your nails digging into the muscles there with a gasp of his name. “Joel-“
Shit. You’re seriously going to cum in this shitty little moth-eaten booth in the only bar in this entire town. You won’t be able to live it down. But you can’t bring yourself to care–you’re close, on the precipice, and you meet Joel’s dark, dangerous eyes, urging you to cum on his hand with a C’mon baby, you can do it, give it to me and you might, it’s right there it’s—
“…-ere did you learn to do that?”
The unexpected sound of Tommy’s voice has you frantically ripping Joel’s hand out from beneath your dress and scrabbling for a napkin to wipe up the mess on your thighs, on the fucking booth, your orgasm rearing back angrily and setting into a dull buzz in your limbs.
The wicked man beside you scoots himself further under the booth, likely to hide the hard-on he’s sporting. He wipes his hand on his thigh. You think you can hear him grumbling angrily under his breath at the interruption, but you’re not sure, ears instead trained on the sound of your friends getting closer. 
You reach for the drink menu, pretending to read it.
“I took dance classes in my free time before the outbreak,” Maria says as the couple closes back in on the booth you and Joel were totally not defiling. She shimmies at the both of you. “You guys really missed out on some of my great moves while you were moping.”
“We weren’t moping,” Joel defends.
“Sure…” Maria drawls.
If she only knew.
“I’m just not really feeling well,” you say. 
Maria’s playful grin falls into a look of concern. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just tired. Need to go lay down, I think. It’s been a long day.”
“Let me walk you home,” Joel says, grabbing his coat he had slung over the booth and strategically positioning it over his pants when he stands.
“Thanks.”
“Feel better!” Tommy says, and you give him a grateful nod as Joel’s hand settles on the small of your back and he steers you out of the stuffy bar and into the cool summer night.
Katydids sing in the dark as you and Joel stroll down the street to your house tucked at the end of the cul-de-sac. Fireflies light the asphalt. An owl hoots overhead. 
“You really feelin' bad?” He asks quietly, once you’ve reached your front porch. 
"No. I just wanted to get out of there."
He hums. "Are you still mad at me?"
“I dunno.” Not really. You’re just pissed you were interrupted. Still, he needs to feel some remorse for his radio silence, so you don’t elaborate.
“I’m sorry,” he says sincerely as you unlock your door. “Really I am. There’s no excuse. I should’a made the time to at least tell you what was goin’ on. I’m sorry.” 
You open your door and pause in the warm light from the foyer. “You can make it up to me by fucking me.” 
“As good as that sounds, I wanna make sure you’re okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”
You sigh. Ugh. Usually Joel’s fine with pushing things to the side. Bottling things up. He does it a lot. You sort of wish he would just drop it right now. You don't want to deal with the weird feeling in your chest that's been here all night. But he’s looking at you, waiting.
"I just thought...Maybe you were done with this. With me."
He frowns. “Hell no. I like what we have. I don’t want it to stop anytime soon." He steps forward, wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in.
"Me too..." You murmur, hands drifting up his back, pressing him in close for a hug. "I'm glad you're safe."
He chuckles. “Course I'm safe. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I dunno," you say into his shoulder. "I just worry about you.”
"Yeah? You worry 'bout me a lot?"
You pinch his stomach playfully. "You're my best friend. Of course I do."
He pulls away a bit, huffs a tiny laugh. But it's not like his usual laughs. It's forced. Quiet. "Right."
You're a little too drunk to ask about it, and still horny enough to want to get things back on track, so you look into his dark eyes, smiling coyly, lip tucked between your teeth as you roll your hips into him. "Now that I forgive you…think you can fuck me now? Cuz it’s been way too fucking long.”
He groans softly, yes ma'am, and presses his lips against yours.
Okay, yes, he’s your friend but you also kind of kiss sometimes.
You tug him inside the house and shut the door, your mouth still latched to his. The moment the door snicks into the frame, he’s got you pressed against it, his hand rucking up your dress to bunch it around your hips while his tongue dips into your mouth.
You swiftly unbutton his flannel, sliding it down his arms. Your hands find his chest, fingernails scraping over his pecs, through his dark chest hair that thins out the further south it goes, but thickens again into a happy trail that disappears below his waistband.
Fuck, he’s so…
His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, a repeat of earlier, and you break the kiss to drop your head against the door with a thump when his fingers find your clit again.
“Jesus, you’re so wet.”
…And there he goes.
“Three fucking weeks, Joel,” you bite, though the end of his name melts into a moan when his fingers sink inside you again. 
“Didn’t know you were keepin’ count.” 
“Fuck—“ He quirks a finger. “S-shut up.”
He huffs out an amused chuckle into your cheek, trailing kisses from your jaw down your throat. His teeth sink in, and his mouth suctions over your skin, delivering a beautiful little mark on your flesh that he kisses gently after. It drives you fucking crazy.
“I’ll shut up if you let me taste you,” he mumbles against your skin, his voice vibrating pleasantly through you.
Your pussy pulses around his fingers, your clit honest to god throbbing against his palm, and now he knows you really want him to eat you out, especially when you follow up with an enthusiastic nod.
Joel slips his hand out from beneath your panties to lift you up around his hips and carry you to your bedroom. He plops you on the edge of your mattress and immediately sinks to his knees on the floor, eye level with your cunt.
“God, been thinkin’ about you for weeks. Missed this pussy so goddamn much,” he says, leaning in to kiss your inner thigh.
His lips trail down your leg as he pulls your panties off and stuffs them into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Let’s see how good I did,” he says, pulling your legs apart to get a good look at what a mess he’s made of you. He hums appreciatively at the sight of your glistening folds, licking his lips. That enough has you clenching around nothing, fingers tightening in the bed covers. 
“You seein’ what I do to you? No one else can make you this wet, ain’t that right?”
“You’re such an arrogant ass,” you growl.
He just smirks as he lowers himself again between your legs. He puffs a breath of cool air along your slit before listing over to kiss your other inner thigh, grinning when you groan in frustration.
“Joel, please.”
“So impatient.”
“I’ve waited thr—“
“Three weeks, yeah I know.”
He presses forward to lick a hot stripe up your folds with the flat of his tongue, and your hand flies to his hair, anchoring him closer to your pussy.
“S-shit,” you whimper. 
He lightly drags a finger along your slit, the slight pressure fucking agonizing. 
“Joel.” You sort of want to scream at him. He’s been teasing you all fucking night. 
“Alright,” he laughs and allows you to guide his head back down until the bridge of his scarred nose is pressed into your folds and his tongue is prodding at your entrance. 
He takes his sweet time unraveling you, alternating between licking into you and sucking your sensitive clit into his mouth. You can’t say much, reduced to wordless cries with each movement of his mouth. 
It’s messy, sloppy, but you like it. You like seeing the wetness on his face when he pulls back for air. You like the way his hair is pulled in all different directions, all because of your greedy hands. You like the way he has to push one of his hands down to palm himself in his jeans, just to relieve some of that pressure.
He clearly loves eating you out. And you very much love that he loves it.
But you’re getting kind of desperate. Kind of really want to cum. So…
Your hips begin to grind against his face as he sucks on your clit, and he seems to receive the message because he slides two thick fingers into you and starts to eat you out in earnest, delighting with a low moan when your legs clench around his head, the scruffy hairs of his beard tickling your inner thighs. 
“Holy shit, Joel.”
“Mm—“ He moans.
Your foot keeps slipping off the bed, so Joel’s large, warm hand curls around your calves to situate your legs over his shoulders. This new position grants you more leverage to chase after your orgasm with steady rolls of your hips into his hungry mouth.
He sucks your clit as he thrusts his fingers into you at a brutal pace, hitting your g-spot that has you jerking against him with each stroke. His hand plants on your abdomen to hold you down, stilling your desperate movements.
You’re getting close, the pressure building and magnifying as Joel moans against your pussy, the vibrations driving you insane.
“Fuck, Joel—hah-“
“Mm.”
“Jesus, Joel—fuck—oh my—hnhh—”
“Mhm.” He encourages.
It shatters in you, white hot and falling over you, a waterfall of warmth. Your body straightens stiff as a board, back arching off the bed, quivering as you cum against Joel’s mouth, your slick running down his chin and catching in his beard.
You try to push him away, your orgasm overwhelming on its own, but Joel hates it when you do that, wants to make sure you really feel it, so he presses himself back in to lick and guide you through it. Drawing it out.
It has your head falling back, eyes rolling into your skull, mouth dropping open on a satisfied moan. 
He only gives you a short amount of time to recover while he pulls his jeans and briefs off. You tug your sundress over your head. And then he’s rising up to meet you again, scooting you back until your head almost brushes the headboard. He sinks his thick cock into you as he presses his lips against yours, muffling your surprised and needy moan.
And then he reaches up, his large hand gripping the headboard as your legs wrap around his waist, and then he’s fucking you in earnest, each snap of his hips sheathing his cock fully inside you in a desperate rhythm.
And all you can do is lay there and take it and fall apart.
“S-shit, baby,” he grunts. “That’s it.”
“Oh God…” You whine. 
Your hands scrabble for purchase on his back, your blunt nails scratching up his sun-freckled skin, feeling the muscles bunch and shift as he holds the thumping headboard steady, his knuckles turning white as he grips it. His other hand finds its spot next to your head, holding himself up as he obliterates your pussy. 
He prepared you well for him, but you’re still stretched so full, the breaths knocked from your lungs with each thrust of his cock into you. His pelvic bone brushes your clit with the roll of his hips, the uneven pressure dragging you closer and closer to that metaphoric cliff.
And his moans certainly help, too. He’s not quiet, between strings of praises are ragged moans and tiny whimpers. It only turns you on more.
“Fuck, Joel, can’t leave me without this again.”
“Trust me baby,” he groans. “Another damn week and I wouldn’t’ve survived.”
His hand releases the headboard, slides down to tangle in your hair. He tugs your head back, and molds your lips to his. Teeth nipping your bottom lip before his tongue dives into your mouth. You moan appreciatively.
You can hardly breathe, but god it’s perfect. This moment is so fucking perfect. You want to take a picture of it. Frame it on your damn wall. 
You’re sure it looks like he’s fucking eating you right now, but you like it. You want him to consume you. Want him to be yours… Want to be his.
Stop. He’s your best friend.
He pulls back to lick a stripe from the corner of your lips along your jaw before sucking marks and kisses down your throat, his hips still thrusting into you steadily. His hand squeezes your breast, rolls your nipple between his index and thumb.
“Oh…oh—“ God… 
“You close baby girl?”
“Fuck, ye-yes… Yes need you…”
“N-need me to help you cum?”
He’s losing it. You’re losing it. Fuck please!
“Please, Joel—“
He pulls back enough to watch you, lips pink and puffy and kissed the fuck out. His eyes drift to where he’s thrusting inside you, dick slick with your arousal, sheathing itself inside you with wet, fucking nasty sounds.
“God, you're perfect. So fuckin' perfect...” 
His hand drifts down and you tremble, brows screwing together as his thumb fiddles with your clit.
White hot arousal pools in your core, unrelenting. Unstoppable. You feel like a damn metamorphic rock. Becoming something new under all this heat and pressure. 
It crests, crashing, filling your insides with hot magma as your mouth drops open on a silent scream, eyes squeezing shut as your pussy clamps down on Joel’s cock repeatedly.
He follows right behind you, painting your insides with thick, hot cum, leaking out of your entrance over his cock and down your ass cheeks.
You hiss when he pulls out, feeling empty. He gathers the cum that leaked out with his thumb and pushes it back into your quivering hole. 
“So goddamn pretty…” he murmurs. “Look so pretty with my cum inside you…”
Friends. You’re friends. 
So why the hell does this feel like so much more? Why is it that you’re so turned on by him practically claiming you?
You’re still trying to catch your breath when he lays down beside you, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. “Feel better now? Not so mad anymore?”
“Mhm,” you hum happily.
He leans in, presses his lips against yours softer, slower…meaningfully. You kiss him back, tugging him close. His arm snakes around your waist, tugging you into him. You're pretty sure normal friends with benefits don't do this. But you and Joel have never been normal.
In those long three weeks you had started to worry maybe he'd never come back. It fucking scared you. Now, you're unsure you ever want to let go.
When he pulls back his eyebrows are furrowed, lips drawn in a frown. He looks concerned. "What's wrong?"
"What?"
"You're cryin'..." He wipes your teary eyes with his thumb.
Fuck fuck fuck.
You scramble to wipe your eyes, sniff. Smile at him. Reassure. Act normal. "Oh, no-I'm fine. Just... think I'm still drunk."
"Somethin' going on? You looked like you were gonna cry back at the Bison, too. Did I do somethin'?"
You shake your head, squeeze his arm. "No, of course not. I'm just being weird. Tired, I think.”
"You sure?"
"Mhm.”
"You can tell me anythin’, y'know?"
What? Like I think I'm in love with you? Fat chance.
"I know. Everything's fine."
You’re such a damn liar.
He can see right through you, but he lets it go. "Okay. If you're sure." He leans in to press a kiss to your jaw. Friend. Friend friend friend. "I'd love to stay but I gotta go. Ellie's probably wonderin' where I'm at."
Joel sits up, swings his legs over the edge and stands. Grabs his jeans, pulls them up. His belt buckle jangles as he slides it through the loops.
“I really did miss you, by the way,” he says, looking down at you. “You. Not just the sex.”
His words warm your cool, exposed body. Fuel the burning the realization, I love you. “I missed you, too.”
He turns to leave, and you see the fabric poking out of his back pocket.
"You still have my panties."
He smirks. "Guess you'll hav'ta come over to get them back."
You smile back, blushing. “Looking forward to it.”
He leans down to kiss your head, "Night, angel."
"Night," you say faintly.
Only when your front door slams shut do you allow yourself to give into the fantasies. To imagine what it’d be like to call him yours. To not keep things a secret. To tell people you're together. To be his.
Damnit, you’re in trouble.
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fettuccin-e · 6 months
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Leave It Like A Brand
Kinktober Day 1: Love Marks
Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (wrap that shit irl fuck them kids), Matt's filthy mouth, secret relationship, a massive amount of hickeys like it's a lot (w/c: 885)
A/N: Happy Kinktober to all who celebrate! I am going to make a concerted effort to complete it this year, and I will be doing it with plenty of different characters. The absolutely amazing @flightlessangelwings has created this kinktober prompt list that I'll be following, so if you'd like to see a certain prompt with a certain character, let me know! I hope everyone enjoys the fact that I kicked off this lovely month with our dear Matty.
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It’s like he can’t control himself when he’s got you like this. 
No one is supposed to know, he’s supposed to leave no evidence, and yet, when you’re squirming beneath him like this, slick with sweat and begging him to fuck you deeper, harder, faster, Matt just can’t fucking help it. He leans down and sucks dark, dark marks into the soft skin of your neck. Maybe they’ll fade by tomorrow, he thinks, and Foggy and Karen won’t notice at all. You and Matt will go back to being friends, colleagues, and no one will be ever the wiser.
He tries to tamp down the slight disappointment, the longing that grows in his chest.
You curl your fingers into his hair, panting as he bites marks into your skin. You can’t be doing this with him, it’s been going on far too long. Falling into his bed, night after night. What would your friends say if they knew?  You don’t even know what this thing you’ve created with Matt even is, nor does Matt.
But God, he feels so good. Fucking into you so deep, warm and heavy on top of you as he sucks bruises into your skin. Like a brand, you think, like ownership. You want him to own you, in so many ways. 
“Matt, oh my god,” you gasp as he sinks his teeth into your pulse point, relishing in the sound of your heartbeat echoing in his ears.
“You like that, sweetheart?” He mutters against you, his voice dark in your ear, like pure unadulterated sin. He drives his hips further into yours, pressing the tip of his cock into the little spot inside you that makes you claw desperately at his back.”You like me marking you up like this? You like having my cock so deep?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, Matt- oh please,” you throw your head back into the soft silk pillows, and Matt growls, dragging his teeth down your neck before biting savagely on your collarbone. He hikes your thighs up further around his hips, your back pressing into the mattress as he pounds furiously into your needy pussy. And god, the way you scream for him feels like heaven in and of itself.
You’re getting close, he can tell. He always can. It’s in the way you’re practically gasping for air, your hips twitching to meet him thrust for thrust, trying to work yourself over that peak. Your skin is slick with sweat, salty on his tongue.
“You going to cum for me, beautiful? Make a mess all over me? You’re so fucking tight around me, baby-” he gasps as you clench hard around him, practically strangling him as he fucks into you. “Wish I could do this all the time, gorgeous. Want to be in this pussy all the fucking time.”
Your back arches off the bed when he takes a hand off your thigh to press a mean thumb into your clit, rubbing quick circles into it and making you feel like you’re going to fly off the bed. “Fuck!” you practically scream, lurching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “‘S too much, fuck it’s too much, I’m gonna-”
“Fucking cum for me, angel.”
And you do. God, you do, your cunt squeezing around his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, as you gasp soundlessly, like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Your pussy gushes around him, sticky and wet and dripping down him. Your scent invades his nose, makes his head spin in a way that no one else ever has. Your hips buck up involuntarily as he fucks you through it.
“That’s it, baby, good girl,” he murmurs against your lips. “My good fucking girl, take what you need.”
“Need you to cum, Matty, please,” you whine. You work your hips against him in an obscene little circle that makes him feel more animal than man. His cock throbs.
“Fuck, yes-” he gasps, hunching over you, clutching your thigh tight enough that it will leave bruises there, too. Bruises that only he will see, the ones that no one else will ever see. Just you and him.
“Cum deep, please-oh fuck, Matt,” you whisper, before you bite ruthlessly into the hard tendon in the crook of his neck, deep enough that it must be painful, that it’s absolutely going to leave a mark on his skin. Your brand, your ownership.
He growls at the sting, his cock twitching as he finally floods your pussy with his cum. It feels like heaven incarnate, claiming you in the purest way he can.
As you both settle, chests heaving against each other, he tugs a sheet over you both. He hears your heartbeat steady and tries to match his with yours, tracing the bruises he left on your skin. You trace the bite mark on his neck.
“Little too warm for a scarf, don’t you think?” you murmur.
“Hm?” He tugs you closer, nuzzling into your hair.
“I’m just saying,” you say, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t think I can hide these marks from Fog and Karen anymore, so why even try? Might be time to come clean.”
“Mm, you’re right,” he smiles against your mouth. “Does this count as permission to leave even more of them?”
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thejudiciousneurotic · 4 months
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Oooooh I'm so excited that your requests are open! Can you do a Bayverse Raph x reader in which Raph is having a hard time feeling like he's not good enough and she just gives him the physical affection he craves, leading to a confession and then they kiss a whole bunch? I'm in my Raph feels again
my sweet sweet friend... thank you so much for giving me an excuse to write this <3 :')
Mirror, Mirror - Bayverse!Raph x F!reader 
Summary: Anyone who’s ever had the pleasure of meeting Raphael knows that he is arguably the biggest and the strongest out of all of his brothers. He’s the muscle; he’s the one whose willpower is clad in iron. So, why does he react so adamantly when you try to tell him this?
Tags: Bayverse Raphael, Fem!Reader but i dont think i used pronouns so could be read as GN, Raphael has body dysmorphia, mentions of self-destructive behaviour (over-exercising), confession, kissing, angst, fluff/comfort, some body worship, turtle anatomy, MATURE content
Word count: 4178
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Raphael grunts as he pushes against the tatami mats, his sweat beading as it rolls down the sides of his face before dripping onto the Dojo floor. He can feel your eyes bearing into him from the side of the room, staring intently as he reps out each push-up. His muscles stretch and snap as they work against both his bodyweight and the stack of plates he had asked you to pile on the back of his shell.
“Raphael…” you say sceptically, “don’t you think that’s enough? You’ve been working out for hours now. Don’t you want to drop the plates at least?”
“It’s not enough,” Raphael grunts as he pushes up once more, feeling his major muscles have already gone numb from the pain and tension he was subjecting them to, the smaller ones now screaming out at him to stop, “not till I hit failure.”
Despite his protest and bravado, Raphael can feel his arms beginning to shake from exhaustion. His core, pectorals, biceps, triceps, and everything in between and around them, were all aching from the intensity he was putting himself through. This was the new normal for Raphael as of late. He didn’t always train and push himself till failure during his workouts, but something inside him was pushing him to train harder each day, and before he knew it, this had become the expectation. If he still had the energy to push out more reps, he believed he hadn’t done enough.
“Raphhhh,” you sigh and roll your eyes, “c’mon already, I’m bored. You’ve been at this for hours! Besides, you’re already insanely strong. If you keep pushing yourself like this you’re gonna get hurt!”
Raphael holds himself at the top of the movement and glances towards you, arms quivering from the weight. You’re sitting with your back up against the wall and your face slumped against your fist as your elbow rests on one knee. He clicks his tongue in response to the worried look on your face.
“Fine,” he says shakily, “get these plates off me. If I let them drop on the tatami mats again, Leo will have a hissy fit.”
You jump up and approach the gigantic turtle. Bracing with both hands, you manoeuvre the two twenty-five-kilo plates out of his harness, lifting them one-by-one off the back of his shell and lowering them to the floor. They rest on the narrow side, leaning against your leg as you stand. Raphael's knees drop to the floor as he pushes himself up, looking down at you as he straightens. His gaze then shifts to the plates leaning against your leg. Leaning down to grip the tops of the plates, he carries one in each hand.
“Thanks,” he says before walking towards the exit to return the plates to his make-shift gym. He senses you following close behind.
“Don’t get me wrong, Raph,” you say, “I really admire your discipline; but don’t you think you should ease up on your training? I mean… your arms are literally as thick as my head. How much bigger do you want to be?”
Raphael slides the plate back onto the rack with the many others he had collected over the years. 
“Ah… thanks,” he says awkwardly, “but this isn't really that extreme. Trust me. I’ve got a lot of room for improvement.”
“No, Raph,” you continue, “I don’t think you appreciate how incredibly big you already are. I mean - you're huge, dude! It’s like you were made in a lab! I reckon you could press a truck off your body - easy!”
“I mean… I was made in a lab.”
“See what I mean!”
“Listen,” he says, stopping to raise a hand towards you, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But I don’t need the compliments. I need to go wash up.” He turns and heads towards the bathroom before waving and calling back, “thanks again for the spot!”
The door to the bathroom slides open and closes behind Raphael with a tap. He sighs before unbuckling his harness and letting it slide off his body, the metal parts hitting the floor loudly and echoing off the concrete walls. Approaching the large tub in the middle of the room, he begins to undress. First, he removes his shoulder armour, then the leather arm guards, gloves, and woven belt. Finally, his pants fall from his body onto the tiled floor. Leaning over the side of the tub, he turns on the water, placing a hand under the stream to check the temperature. While waiting for the tub to fill a bit more, he bends down to remove the wrapping from his legs and feet. He stands there, almost fully naked, watching the steam rise from the water. Once the tub is almost half full, he removes his mask, letting it flutter to the floor before stepping into the bath.
The hot water washes over his aching muscles, soothing the pain he willingly subjected himself to. Raphael releases a satisfied sigh, closing his eyes as he sinks into the water, relishing the feeling as it flows over his rough scales and over the chips in his shell. For most reptiles, their scales were surprisingly soft, but for Raphael, the years of harsh training and battle scars had given him what he saw as a second shell, covering any soft part of him that might have once existed. Eventually, he washes away the sweat with his body wash and gives his shell a good scrub with the long wooden brush hanging on the nearby rack.
After bathing, Raphael dries off with a clean towel from the cupboard in the corner of the room. Feeling mostly dry, he wraps the towel around his waist and saunters out of the room, leaving his clothes and gear strewn about on the floor in the bathroom. Leo could scold him later. He feels far too fatigued to be bothered with picking them up and taking them to the wash. Besides, he’s still keenly aware of you being somewhere in the Lair.
Taking only his mask and the towel, Raphael hastily heads for his room, ensuring to close the bedroom door behind him.
On one side of the room stands a dresser, and atop it rests a large mirror. Raphael stares into the glass, pulling apart his reflection as he fixates on it. He watches as the face in the mirror frowns back at him, brow knit tightly together in disgust. Raising his mask back up to his face, he wraps the red band tightly around the top half of his head. His gaze falls to his shoulders and then lingers on his arms; the outline of each muscle group is clear and sharp as if cut from stone. Flexing an arm in the mirror, he watches the muscles gather and ripple under his scales. Raising both arms, he flexes his biceps and pushes out the muscles in his sides to appear even bigger. Dissatisfied, he drops his arms and sighs, the face in the mirror reflecting a grimacing expression back at him.
Still not enough.
A sudden knock at the door has Raphael jump reactively, his eyes snapping away from the mirror to look at the door as a loud ‘FUCK!’ leaps from his throat.
“Raph?” You ask, “it’s me! Can you open up?”
Eyes darting around the room and then down at the towel wrapped around his waist, Raphael realises he hasn’t gotten dressed yet.
“J-just a sec!” Raphael calls back. He begins opening drawers in search of something to wear. Grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants, Raphael hastily discards the towel and replaces it with the pants. You knock once more. His voice comes out rushed and agitated, “alright already!”
He opens the door, breathing a little heavy from having to rush to get dressed. You look up at him sceptically, arms crossed over your waist as you shift to one side.
“What took you so long?” You ask quizzically. 
“Nothin’,” he feigns, “just getting dressed.”
Your eyes drift down at the grey pants covering his legs. They linger before looking back up at his exposed plastron, shifting slowly from one arm to the next. Raphael tenses, feeling uncomfortable as your eyes trace over him.
“How is your body?” You ask, giving a thoughtful look as you meet his eyes again.
“Uhh… fine…a bit sore I guess,” Raphael says bashfully, looking away.
“I brought you something,” you say, holding out a small metal tin adorned with a picture of a tiger. Raphael looks down to inspect the gift, recognizing a similar item Leo had used before. The thought crosses his mind that you might have taken it from his older brother.
Proudly, you add, “It’s a special ointment to help with muscle soreness!”
“Oh… thanks?” 
Raphael watches as you glance away and tense under his gaze.
“I could… help you put it on if you want?”
“Uh…” Raphael's gaze flicks around the room before returning back to you. He swallows, a hint of uncertainty colouring his voice, “yeah… sure.”
He steps aside, making space in the doorway for you to enter his room. He watches nervously as you look around the room, a dazed look in your eyes.
“You okay?” He asks, concerned.
“Huh? O-oh… yeah,” you say, snapping out of the trance. “How ‘bout you sit on the end of the bed and I can apply it that way?”
With a silent nod, Raphael takes a seat on the edge of the bed. He sinks down into the mattress, now at a more accessible height for you to apply the ointment. You unscrew the lid and place it down on the surface of his drawers where the mirror stands. Noticing the reflection, you look to yourself and then to Raphael behind you.
Raphael wonders if he’s imagined it, but he could have sworn he saw your face change colour slightly.
“Right,” you say, standing back in front of him. With two fingers, you scoop out a blob of the cream and survey his shoulders. You press the ends of your fingers to one shoulder and smooth the cream over the curve and down the front of his arm. Raphael hisses under your touch, the cream penetrating his muscles with a cool and sharp sting.
“Ah- Sorry,” you say, panicking and pulling back your hand, “do you want me to stop?”
“Ah,” Raphael exhales, taking his opposite hand to rub the area where you had applied the cream, “nah…  s’okay. It hurts. But it kind of feels good too somehow.”
He glances from his shoulder up to you. Your mouth is pulled tight at the sides and your face appears flushed.
“You okay?” He asks, feeling a sense of Deja Vu, “it’s not too hot in here, is it?”
“N-no,” you say, “just… you’re hot…”
“What?”
“NOTHING!” You yell, the sudden volume causing Raphael to sit up straighter and blink, confused. You dip your fingers back into the ointment and pull out another glob before placing it swiftly against his other shoulder, smearing the white ointment over the surface of his arm once more.
Raphael watches in wonder as you work, noticing your eyes pinned to the task at hand, deliberately avoiding his gaze. You take out another heap of the cream and apply it to his bicep, only this time he winces at the touch and cries out painfully.
“Oh my God!” You say, panicked once more, “Raph, I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?”
“Ahh,” Raphael hisses through his teeth and places a hand over his bicep, “nah… s’okay. Just… be gentle. I think maybe… maybe I did overdo it a bit.”
Your panicked expression morphs into a knowing frown.
“See! I told you that you were doing too much!” You scold.
“Well, that was a quick change of attitude,” he jests, “ran out of sympathy that quick, did’ja?”
“Raphael…” you chide, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself… What if you really get hurt? There’s no doctor you can go to if you pull a muscle or tear something!”
“Ah, relax will ya’,” he rolls his eyes. “I’ll be fine. Swear. Besides, diamonds are made under pressure. I can take it.”
“Raphael,” you say, both your voice and your brow low, “please stop doing this to yourself. What could you possibly be trying to prove by hurting yourself like this?”
“I’m,” he stutters as he tries to find the words, “I’m not hurting myself. I’m building mass. I train hard, eat plenty, and recover properly. And I’m not trying to prove anything, okay?”
With a deep breath, you scoop out another lot of cream and move quickly to press into the other bicep. Sensing your lack of restraint, Raphaels hand is quick and firm as he grabs your wrist before you can make contact. Your eyes meet; his tightening as he looks up at you.
Despite his threat, Raphael himself knows he’s telling a lie. He could never hurt you, not intentionally anyway. His conscience wouldn’t allow it. But he prays internally that you don’t call his bluff.
“Not tryin’ to hurt me on purpose now, are you?” He taunts, giving a slight squeeze to the hold he has on you, “if it’s a fight you want, I won’t go easy on you just ‘cause you’re a girl.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Raphael,” you say, tugging slightly against his grip, attempting to push through to apply the cream on his sore bicep. However, your efforts prove futile against his inhuman strength. “I just don’t like seeing you go through with these self-destructive behaviours.”
“It’s not self-destructive if it means I’ll get stronger,” Raphael retorts.
“Stronger? Raph, you’re already insanely strong!”
His brow twitches from the statement.
“How many times do I gotta tell ya’?” Raphael growls, “mind your business! Why do you care so much, anyways?”
You grit your teeth, giving another tug to the hold he has on you.
“Because…”
“Because?” Raphael questions, making use of your hesitation.
“Because… you’re my friend, Raph,” you contend, “it’s normal to care about your friends!”
“Psh,” Raphael releases his hold on you and rolls his eyes, looking away.
You must have sensed the opportunity, because the next thing Raphael knows, you’ve grabbed his arm tightly, barely spreading the ointment as you maliciously squeeze the overworked muscle, trying to prove your point.
“AH, FUCK,” Raphael cries out painfully. Frustrated, he seizes your wrist and hanks it across to the other side. Using the momentum, he pulls your arm back onto the bed and pins you in place as he gets on top. His other hand swiftly secures your opposite hand above your head, causing the tin of ointment to slip from your grasp and crash to the floor. The sound of metal hitting the concrete echoes sharply, followed by a faint scraping as it rolls off somewhere to the side before coming to a stop.
Raphael grits his teeth, baring his canines as if ready to snap. He sees you wince, tensing under his hold. Realising what he’s done, both his expression and grip soften slightly. Still, he's annoyed by the choice you've made, and he isn't about to let it slide.
“The fuck was that for, huh?” He asks, staring down at you. You writhe under his hold and peek through one eye.
“Well… you weren't gonna admit you were wrong,” you say, your tone challenging him despite the vulnerable position he has you in, “so that's what you get.”
“Why you little…” but the insult falls short as he stares down into your eyes, the fire behind them burning bright and ready to fight back. It's a stupid thing, but he can't help but admire your bravery to face off against someone who could so easily overpower you. He exhales slowly, letting the anger go.
“I don't see what the problem is,” Raphael states, “why is it so wrong for me to want to get stronger, huh?”
“I never said it was wrong, Raph,” you say in turn, “but the way you're going about it is like it's life or death- and at this rate you're going to kill yourself in the process.”
Raphael is silent in response.
“Raph,” you say, “why is it so important for you to get stronger so quickly? Aren't you strong enough as it is? Can't you slow down a bit?”
Raphael's eyes fall towards your feeble wrists where he's holding you. So easily, he could overpower you and pin you down like this. The size of your arms under his grip are so small compared to his own. To you, someone so much weaker and more fragile than himself, he could see how you would come to such a conclusion.
But to Raphael, this wasn't about comparing himself to anyone else. It was about comparing himself to the person he believed he could become. Even after all of his years training, and growing, Raphael still didn't think it was enough.
That he was enough.
“I'm still not strong enough,” Raphael says softly, letting go of your wrists and sitting up on his heels, his knees still resting on either side of you and digging into the mattress below. “I'm… still not enough.”
“Raph…”
Raphael feels strangely exposed to you now, like he's laid forth his deepest, darkest secret for you to hear and judge him on. He had never told anyone else that same secret. If anyone knew that he, the supposedly strong and impenetrable Raphael, harboured such weak-minded thoughts, it would ruin the whole facade he wanted the world to believe was the truth—that he was the strongest. When, in reality, now you know that he is far weaker than you could imagine.
Raphael feels your legs shift between his as you try to get out from under him and sit yourself up. You move to sit on your knees, mirroring him, and meet him almost at eye level. A warm smile crosses your face, a flicker of understanding and reassurance that plays across your eyes. In that moment, Raphael feels this genuine connection—like a bridge forming between the vulnerable part of himself he just shared and the understanding in your eyes. Your acceptance brings an unexpected comfort, soothing a part of him he hadn't thought anyone could touch.
“Even if you don't believe you are enough, Raphael,” you say, reaching up to take hold of his face, “you will always be more than enough in my eyes. I think you're perfect, Raph. And I really mean that. Even if you don't.”
“You… you do?” Raphael asks, his words faltering at the awareness of your touch.
You nod in response.
“I do. I think you're the strongest,” you say, both your eyes and hand falling to his chest to caress the top of his plastron.
“I think you're the bravest,” you add, trailing your fingers towards his shoulders and down his arm. Your eyes follow their path. Raphael shudders under the light touch.
“...And I think you're the kindest out of anyone I know,” you say, punctuating it as you let your fingers slide over the palm of his hand and attempt to entwine with his. Raphael’s breath hitches as he feels you take his hand. It's awkward, given the size and difference in number of fingers, but something about it has him feeling hot; his heart beating faster as your eyes reconnect with his.
He swallows hard, glancing down at your lips and half-lidded eyes. 
Licking his lips, Raphael can't help but wonder what yours would taste like against his. No one had ever spoken so fondly about him, much less touched him so sensually. Yet here you were, the girl he saw as a cherished friend, holding his hand and offering all the praise he had longed to hear.
“You…” He says, breath caught in his throat, “how long have you…”
Without care to finish his question, Raphael leans down slowly, closing the space between you both. When he's just a few inches from your face, he sees your eyes fall shut as you tilt your head up towards him. Sensing he needs to do the same, he closes his eyes, and awaits the touch of your lips.
They're soft. And warm.
Your lips linger against his for a moment and pull away with a subtle smack. Raphael’s head is spinning, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through him as his eyes lock with yours. His heart pounds heavy in his chest, and the world seems to stop for what feels like an eternal yet fleeting moment. Your gaze holds his, resonating with the feeling of your hands still touching him, leaving Raphael feeling breathless.
“This is how I feel about you, Raph,” you say softly, “how I’ve… always felt about you.”
Raphael's stomach drops at the words. Was this real? Were you really here? On his bed? Confessing your ‘more-than-platonic’ feelings towards him?
He prays to God he didn't just faint in the Dojo from exhaustion.
“I… I never knew…” He manages to say in response. “Does this mean… you love me?”
“Woah, there cowboy,” you say, “love is a pretty strong word to start. I have feelings for you if that's what you're asking.”
“Feelings…” He echoes.
“Feelings. For you.”
“Feelings… as in…?”
“As in…” you say, leaning closer once more, “I want to keep… doing things… like this…”
Closing your eyes, you press a kiss to Raphaels cheek. Through your hands, he can feel your blood pumping hard, sensing your nervousness through your rapid heartbeat and coloured cheeks.
Oh… he thinks, feelings as in ‘this’.
Fuck it. 
Dream or not. Raphael was enjoying this too much to care.
“Then… is it okay if I…” Raphael says, leaning down towards your face again and whispering, “...do this?”
His eyes close as he plants a soft kiss against your lower lip. Every nerve in his body is on high alert, and he’s now unsure whose heartbeat it is he can feel through his palms.
“You can…” you whisper, “...if I can do this.”
Leaning back up towards him, Raphael senses your bodies mirroring each other as eyes close and heads tilt, anticipating the connection. Your lips meet his, only this time there's greater confidence between you both. It starts off tender, and soon builds in intensity as both hunger and arousal burns in Raphael’s lower body; he's sure you feel it too. 
Your mouth parts as your tongue slides out to glide across his lips, coercing them open. He lets them part, giving way as his tongue meets yours. Savouring every taste, feeling every breath of hot air as you each part only for a second to breathe, he thinks of nothing but you and this feeling.
Raphael feels himself slipping from reason, the urge to push you back down onto the mattress is made a reality before it can even filter through his thoughts. Your back hits the bed as he moves on top of you, lips parting only for a moment before he dips down to rekindle the kiss. It's music to his ears when you moan heatedly against his mouth from the feeling of his hand combing through your hair. Wanting to touch you - to feel you more - Raphael snakes a hand down to your waist, feeling your back arch upwards in response as if your body were crying out more, more, more.
Just then, a new sensation hits him as his tail pulls between his legs, brushing against the inside of his sweatpants.
Raphael pulls back, his eyes blown wide from the feeling. In that same moment, there's a loud BANG BANG BANG against his closed door, causing his heart to stop and his whole body to freeze.
“Damnit, Raph!” Leo yells angrily from the other side of the door. It's followed by the sound of metal and fabric hitting the floor out in the hallway. “Pick up your damn clothes for God sake! I'm not your freaking maid!”
Raphael waits as still as a statue as he listens for the sound of Leo storming back off down the hallway towards the bathroom from where he assumes he had found his discarded clothes and gear. He blinks, refocusing on the image of you beneath him, lips wet and slightly swollen, face flushed, and pupils wide with desire.
He swallows hard.
“I… uh… I should probably get those clothes before Leo comes back and actually opens the door to tell me off,” Raphael says.
“Right…” you whisper breathily, “I… should probably get going home now too…”
Raphael watches as your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, sketching the curves of your body into the very depths of his mind as best as he can. While tonight may not have been the night for you both to take this further, if you were to leave him like this, tail tucked and ready to go, he would at least burn the image of you into his brain - the feeling, the smell, the look on your face right now - all of it… for later.
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Hii, could I please request Sasaki, Heracles, Adam and Hades react if child! reader asked for a piggyback ride? I honestly think that would be so cute and wholesome 😭, reader and the character are very close, and I was thinking of reader kinda looking at them as a parental/brotherly figure? (Brotherly for Heracles, because we all know he would be the best brother ever), thank you if you have time to do my request!
AWEEWS YES YES YES THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA BAWL OMFG!! this idea is absolutely amazing
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Getting a piggyback ride from Sasaki, Hercules, Adam, and Hades!
Warnings: None!! pure fluff :3
Type: Headcanons and drabble
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⚔️ Sasaki
You just always thought he was cool!
so of course, you just followed him around
He loves playing with you!
Tag, hide n seek, you name it!
he’s oddly good at hide n seek
This man has taught you so many terms and words you shouldn’t know but ya know
When you ask for a piggyback ride, he absolutely agrees!
You and Sasaki were sitting in a field as usual, resting after a fun-filled day. Sasaki was gently rested against the large oak tree, his eyes closed. The gentle breeze pushed his hair, the grass around him following suit.
His eyes fluttered open as you stood up from your sitting position, standing infront of him in the sun. Your eyes were wide and full of playfulness.
“Mister Sasaki..! Wake up!”
He smiled, sitting up.
“I’m up kid, i’m up.. Are you ready to head back home?”
He watched as you grabbed his hands, trying to pull him off the ground.
“Yes yes! I want a piggyback ride!”
“A piggyback ride? Oh lord, kid..”
He chuckled and stood up, walking over to you. He soon squatted down, waiting for you to hop on his back. He and you laughed and laughed as you rode on his back all the way back home.
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💪 Hercules
SILLY
SUPER SILLY
Demi god jungle gym
just let’s you hang from his arms on a daily basis
Hercules was busy walking down the halls of Valhalla, his weapon resting gently on his shoulder. The only noise breaking the silence was the sound of feet hitting tile in a fast manner.
“Herc!! Hercules!!”
The large Demi god stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see you running towards him. Your bright smile and small legs hurdling towards him. He was quick to turn around, squatting down to your level.
“Hey kid!”
He opened his arms wide, pulling you into a tight hug. Hercules stood up, spinning you around in a circle before setting you down.
“What’re you doin’ here?”
“Miss Hilde told me where to find you!! I haven’t seen you ALL DAY and i miss you!”
He chuckled at your antics, your slugged down, rolling your eyes about how long it had been since you had seen the god. You quickly made ‘up oy’ hands towards Hercules.
“I wanna be with you! Can have a piggy back ride?”
He smiled and nodded, grabbing you swiftly and setting you on his shoulder.
“I know this ain’t a piggyback ride, but it’s just as cool!”
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🍎 Adam
Hes already carrying you around
you help him pick fruits!!!
Eve loves you sm omg
Adam walked around Eden with you, you both holding baskets of fruits. You both had been roaming around, feeding animals and having fun in Eden. Adam noticed you getting tired over time, slowly trudging behind him in the fields.
“Hey, you okay little one?”
He looked down at you as you slowly trudged up the hill, your forehead covered in sweat.
“Mhm.. i’m.. im okay..”
Adam waited patiently for you to catch up to him, his hair swaying in the wind. As you met him at the top of the hill, you sat the basket in your hands down. You took a deep breath, sitting down in the grass.
“It’s so hot..”
He blinked at you a couple times, before squatting down next to you.
“We only have a bit longer til we see Eve. Can you make it?”
You slowly looked up at him, your eyes heavy and exhausted. You shook your head, wiping sweat from your brow.
“Can.. Can i have a piggyback ride Mr Adam..?”
He stared at you slightly before obliging. He sat you snugly on his back, carrying you the rest of the way back to the house.
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☠️ Hades
Not amused
at all
like he likes you
but he’s not amused by your antics
You had been following Hades around for hours now. Brünhilde had shewed you off, leaving you to wander the halls of Valhalla til you found Hades. He had been ignoring you for the whole time. But he has kept a keen eye on you, always steering away from the gods that may cause you trouble.
After another hour or so, he could see you slowing down behind him.
“Mister… Mister slow down..”
He heard your pleas, his feet stopping completely. He turned to face you, his eyes looking down on you.
“Mm.. as you wish, small one.”
He waited patiently as you caught up with him.
“Mister-“
“Hades. Just Hades.”
He cut you off, kneeling down to match your height.
“Mister Hades- can.. can i have a piggy back ride?”
His brows furrowed slightly, before he slowly nodded. He helped you on his back, then proceed through the halls to helheim.
I LOVED THIS SO MICJNOJ MU HOD ITS SO FITE OSHWWHHSGR SO CUTE IT MADE ME SCREAM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!
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Jake Lockley x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •
Summary: Jake doesn't have much experience in more... intimate matters.
🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜
A/N: Okay, so I'm not super happy with this. I don't know. Anyway, I feel like I'm always saying this but my head is really bad with editing atm. I'm sure I've missed so many typos. I'm so sorry.
Warnings: set in Steven's flat (UK), swearing, loss of virginity, p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (both m and f receiving), overuse of italics, typos, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 4909
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Jake shifted a little nervously as he rested his head on your chest, despite the comforting weight of your arm around him. 
He was half laying on you as you were sitting on the sofa, his feet resting on the armrest as you both watched… something on TV. You watched, Jake just couldn’t focus. Even though he normally adored being snuggled up on the settee next to you, savoured any time you both had together. 
He moved again, trying to keep it as minimal as possible so as to not bother you. Slowly he tensed and untensed his legs, switching it so that one was over the other and then back around again.
There was a deep heat growing at the base of his spine, an ache between his legs. He swallowed. Maybe he could excuse himself to the bathroom, rub one out quickly and then come back to your embrace without getting hard like a horny teenager just because you were close. 
It was embarrassingly really. How often this happened. Sometimes you didn’t even have to physically be around, just smelling your scent lingering around the flat was enough at times. The feel of your jumper in the wardrobe when it brushed against his hand as he got dressed in the morning. The photo of you and Marc at the park on the side table. That time Steven accidentally used your shower gel instead of his own. 
He shifted again. Maybe he could-
“You okay?” 
He jumps despite the softness of your voice and turns his head quickly to look at you, a little wide-eyed. “Yeah?” He answers a fraction too quickly to be considered ‘okay’. 
You give him a bemused smile. “You sure?” 
“Hmmhmm.” 
For a moment you pause, just cocking your head to the side ever so slightly as you regard him and Jack as to practically bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from groaning out loud. Why, oh why, did you have to look so adorable when you did that? 
“You need to sneak off to the bathroom?” You ask innocently, but there’s a telltale mischief to your eyes that makes Jake’s blood run cold. 
“I, erm, what are you talking about amor?” 
You gesture with your chin to his not-so-subtle budge in Steven’s sweatpants. 
“A…” He shifts again, thinking about grabbing a pillow to place over himself for a second before realising how silly that would be. You already knew what he was hoping to hide. “Maybe.” 
You smile and kiss his cheek. “That’s okay, you can go. I’m not gonna judge you. You know I don’t want you to sit here and be all uncomfortable.” 
“Hmm.” He gives you a small smile, a light dusting of pink highlighting his cheeks and the very top of his ears. “Sorry.” 
You frown a little and speak kindly. “What are you sorry for, silly?” You lightly stroke the shell of his right ear as you talk, just brushing your fingers along the outside and tucking a few errand curls behind it. 
He shivers. You know what you’re doing. 
“For…” He gestures to his crotch and you giggle. 
“I could…” You bite your lip a little a you speak and Jake pinches his thigh to keep control of himself. “Help you out with it? If you want?” There’s a little nervousness to your words, a worry of overstepping a boundary. 
While you had been physical with Marc and Steven for a while now, the most you had done with Jake had been to kiss and hold hands. Not that you minded. Jake was his own person and you wanted to go at his pace, take your time with the more intimate side of things. Or, never have that kind of relationship with him at all. You were just happy to spend time with him. 
He didn’t really like talking about that side of your relationship, and you didn’t want to push him. 
Jake’s blush grew darker. “I… erm…”
You resisted the urge to gently tease him about his loss for words. 
“I…” He closed his eyes, blurting out his words and screwing his face up afterwards. “I’m a virgin.” 
“Oh.” You said in surprise. That certainly wasn’t what you expected him to say. 
He opened his eyes quickly, a tense look of fear pinching at his features and you quickly realised your mistake. 
“No,” you say quickly as you reach out and stroke his hands, embracing them in your warmth. “I mean ‘oh’ as in, ‘oh, I didn’t think you were gonna say that’, not ‘oh, that’s a problem’.” 
The tension in his shoulders viably relaxed slightly and he gave you a weak smile. Looking down briefly at your hands and stroking your knuckles with his fingers. 
“So… you’ve never done anything… sexual before?” 
Your own tiptoeing around the word makes you wince. 
“Just sort of kissing, I guess.” He looks up to you with his large, soft eyes. “Is that a problem?” 
“No, no, no,” you say quickly, “no at all just… yeah, surprising.”
He raises an eyebrow at you. 
“Well,” you nudge him playfully with your shoulder, “I don’t know if you know this, but you are very pretty.” 
Jake snorts, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve been told.”
You smile back at him before softly brushing his hair behind his ear again, savouring his little hiver. “You know we don’t have to do anything, right? There’s never any pressure, I want you to know that. I’m more than happy just to be with you like this. I love you, it doesn’t have to be physical.” 
He nuzzles into your hand, kissing your wrist. “I know,” he whispers, “and thank you, for saying it out loud I mean.” 
You stroke his cheek as he talks.
“It’s not that I don’t want to… and I know you’ve technically been with the body before, it’s just that…”  
You stay quiet as you caress his face, letting him take his time. 
“I don’t want to disappoint you.” 
As the last words leave his lips a little crack forms in your heart.
“You could never disappoint me, Jake.” 
He smiles but tuts. “You know what I mean… inexperienced isn’t exactly code for ‘giving their partner’s good time’, right?” 
“I’ll have a good time no matter what because I’m with you.” You give him a soft kiss and he smiles.
“That’s not what I mean Amor,” but he kisses you again. “Thank you though, it’s just…” he pauses, thinking carefully on how best to explain himself. Out of the three of them Jake is always the one who thinks most about what they say before they say it. “It’s just, I didn’t want to just… be with someone for the sake of it, I wanted it to be with… someone special, someone I care about. And now…”
“You’re still waiting for that someone special.” You nod solemnly as you tease. 
Jake glares at you playfully, ticking your side until you giggle and hold up your hands. 
“Sorry, sorry,” you mutter between laughter. 
“You should be.” He leans close and lightly nips at your neck. “Be thankful that I’m in a forgiving mood.” 
You grin and kiss his nose. 
“You are my someone special,” he continues sincerely, “and I want it to be enjoyable for you, I want you to…” he trails off and looks down for a second. You can see that hint of a blush returning. 
“You want me to…?”
He bites his lip and swallows. “I want you to look and sound like you do with Marc and Steven.”
You smile cheekily. “You watch?” 
He avoids your gaze. “Sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” 
“Almost all the time.” 
“Almost?” 
“99.9%.”
“What’s wrong with the .0?” You say, pretend indignation in your voice. 
“I’m sleeping.” 
His matter of fact tone takes you by surprise and you laugh loudly. 
“Fair enough.” You stroke his cheek again. 
“You don’t mind?” 
You shake your head. “Marc might. Maybe.” You shrug. “You’d have to ask him.”
“I’m definitely not doing that.” 
“Steven won’t care.” 
Jake nods. “That’s true. Exhibitionist that one, for certain.” 
You laugh again and then pause as both of you look at each other for a long moment. 
“Why don’t we play pretend for a bit? Help you relax and get out of your head?” You ask.
He thinks for a moment before he opens his mouth, a smirk on his lips. “I think it’s called ‘role play’ amor.” 
You tut.
“All I’m saying is I shouldn’t be the one who knows more in this situation-” Jake yelps as you cut him off by tickling him this time. He jumps back from your reach and grins. “Unfair.” 
You poke your tongue out at him. 
Which he promptly returns before he smiles. “Alright, let's play pretend’.”  He sits up straight on the sofa, his hands neatly in his lap as he waits for your direction. 
You give him a brief suspicious look, Jake was never usually one to agree and behave without having some ulterior motive. 
“Alright,” you say a little suspiciously as you settle down next to him. “You can stop this at any point you want, okay?” 
Jake nods once. 
“Okay, so,” you give him a little glance and see he’s listening intently. “I’m thinking, ‘where’s Jake the most comfortable?’”
“In bed.” He interrupts cheekily. 
You snort. “No. I was going to say, driving.”
“Driving’s not very comfortable.”
“Jake-”
“Not here anyway, roads are tiny.”
“Jake-”
“And everyone’s an asshole.”
“Okay, that’s true.”
He grins. 
“But, humour me, yeah?” 
He nods. “Consider yourself humoured.” 
“Alright, driving. So, we’re in the car, you're driving.”
“I’m on the wrong side.”
“Jake.”
“I’m on your left.”
“Well, we’re in America now.” 
“How did we get here?”
“Jake.”
“Did we fly?” 
“Jake.” 
“Marc’s gonna be pissed if we don’t get some pizza, I can tell you that-”
You shut him up by kissing him deeply. While it may not always be the most convenient method of silencing him, it certainly is the most effective. 
He kisses you back desperately, sinking into your embrace and bringing up his hand to lightly caress your cheek as you lick into his mouth. 
You know why he’s talking so much. The action so unlike Jake. He’s nervous. 
He moans softly as you pull back a fraction, trying to follow your lips. 
“I should really be keeping my eyes on the road.” He teases, his voice low and wrecked. 
“Well, it’s a good job we’re on the settee then, isn’t it?” You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer and pressing your lips back to his. 
You swallow down his softly whimpered moans and trail your hand down his chest. You keep the action slow, deliberate. So he has plenty of time to feel where you're headed, and to stop you if he wants. 
You lightly palm his erection through his jogging bottoms and he hisses in a breath, his hips bucking up towards your touch as he keeps kissing you. 
His hands wrap around you, pulling you closer as he trails his lips down to your jaw, pressing soft kisses along the bone before slipping further down to your neck. 
You press a little harder, running your hand up and down his clothed length and massaging his heavy balls. His cock twitches under your actions, warm and throbbing. 
Jake hisses in a breath, “please.” His voice is so quiet you almost can’t hear him, can distinguish his words from moans as he presses his lips to your skin and sucks lightly. 
You tangle your free hand in his hair, pulling lightly at the curls to make him whine as you hook your fingers under his waistband and pull his trousers down. 
Jake groans, squirming a little and lifting his hips quickly, grabbing hold of the material and yanking his boxers and jogging bottoms down to his knees, keeping his mouth at your neck the whole time. 
The heat coming off his skin almost burns. Even without seeing his face you know that deep blush is back, the one that spreads across his skin like ink and makes you lightheaded from desperation for him. 
Languidly you run the tip of your finger down his length, savouring the way his cock jumps and twitches under your attention. The head is ruddy and swollen, a bead of forming precum seeping out from the slit that begs you to swipe it away with your tongue. 
You wrap your fingers around his girth, a not quite firm enough grip, and pump him twice in long, slow movements.
He sucks in a breath, shivering and muffling his moans against you, his fingers tightening on your side as if you’ll move away. As if you would ever want to leave him like this, aching and needy. 
You dip your hand lower, massaging his balls again and the little sound Jake lets out is the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. 
“Fuck,” you breathe and quickly pull away from his hold. 
Jake makes a small sound of distress for a moment, thinking you’re stopping, before he realises what you’re doing. 
You lean down, taking hold of his cock and pumping him slowly as you lick along his tip with the flat of your tongue.
Jake groans, throwing his head back against the sofa and balling his hands into fists at his sides. 
You repeat the action again, and again. Lapping at his slit and spreading his precum across your tongue. 
He gasps, his thigh muscles twitching as he fights to keep still and not buck up into your mouth. 
“This okay?” You ask between licks. 
“Yes, ah,  yes, really okay.” He whimpers, squirming a little and biting his lip. “Please don’t stop.” 
“I won’t.” You whisper and lightly suck at his head, moaning as he slips into your mouth, and swirling your tongue around him. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his hips buck up a fraction before he catches himself and forces them back down against the cushions. “Sorry,” his words are muffled as he grits his jaw, bites his lip and tries to not completely lose it after barely thirty seconds. 
You hum, pressing your tongue flat against him and let yourself slide further down, swallowing and sucking on his greedily. 
“Oh, shi-” he catches himself, fighting every instinct to give in and chase his pleasure. He bites his bottom lip hard, drowning in pleasure and not even trying to come up for air. 
His sighs and pants echo around the flat as you move faster, sink lower, until he hits the back of your throat. 
He gasps loudly, a string of swears thumping out of his throat in a rush. 
Then suddenly, his hands are on your jaw, lightly lifting you back up and off him. “Stop, stop, stop,” he rushes the words together and you move back quickly. 
Your mouth is barely off him before he’s pulling you into a searing embrace, his tongue dancing with your own and licking his precum from your lips. 
“You, you,” he mutters, one hand pulling at your jeans and undoing the button. “You, need you,” you’re not sure if he even realises he’s speaking, his thoughts bypassing any check system and coming straight out of his mouth. 
He pushes you back against the sofa and you let him, let his strong, warm hands guide you and push your jeans and underwear down your thighs just enough so that he can touch you. 
He sighs loudly as he strokes between your legs, the sound almost as if you were the one touching him and not the other way around. 
You moan his name, pulling at his shoulders.
“Show me, show me,” he mutters into your mouth, “please.” 
You grab hold of his hand, pressing his thumb against your clit and showing him the soft circles you like. He follows your directions eagerly, his large dark eyes mesmerised as he watches. 
When you press his fore and middle finger towards your slick entrance he moans again, gently pushing inside and shivering. 
“You’re really wet.” He mutters, trying to control his breathing. Slowly he pulls his fingers out before pushing them back in, revelling in the sound your arousal makes. “Is that,” he repeats the action, his eyes flicking up to your face, “is that okay? Feel okay?” 
You nod, keeping a gentle hold on his forearm. “Just, fuck, thumb’s great, just, sort of curl your fingers a little bit and-” Your sharp moan cuts over whatever you were going to say next as pleasure runs up your spine like lightning. 
“Like that?” He whispers, his voice thick and heavy, his pupils blown wide.
You nod desperately, rolling your hips to chase the sensation of his fingers. “Like that.” 
He groans a little, pressing closer so he can lightly kiss your neck, alternating between sucking at your skin and looking up to watch your face in a blissed out rapture. 
“What made you so wet, hmm?” He mutters into your ear, rocking his hips against you so that his painfully hard cock rubs against your thigh. 
“Fuck,” you hiss as the tips of his fingers brush perfectly inside. 
“Hmm?” He asks needily, practically begging, as if he hasn’t got you at his mercy. 
“You.” You manage to stammer out.
“Me?” 
“You.” 
“You like sucking my cock that much?” He groans, having to pinch his side with his free hand to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head. 
You nod desperately, bucking up into his hand as you chase your orgasm. “Yeah.” Your voice comes out as a pathetic whine and Jake growls. 
He watches you for a few more seconds, trying to keep hitting that spot that makes you mewl under him.
Suddenly, he stops, pulling back his hand and you practically sob, tugging lightly on his wrist to try to keep him inside of you. 
“Jake,” a deep down part of you wishes you didn’t sound quite so needy, but most of you doesn’t care in the slightest.  
“Put your mouth on me again please,” he mutters, his voice rushed and breathless as he urges you down towards his cock with his hand on your upper back. 
You nod, moving quickly to lick a long stripe up the length of him that has him moaning like a whore. 
You take him back into your mouth quickly, sucking him as deep as you can and further still. Jake’s whimpers spurring you on. 
He keeps one hand on your back, nearly at the base of your neck, pressing down ever so slightly to guide your tempo. While he shoves his middle and forefinger into his mouth and groans at the taste of your arousal. 
He moans loudly, his chest vibrating with the sound. “Amor,” his voice is thick, on the verge of breaking, “fuck you taste-” he gasps as you sink lower, your own sounds of pleasure echoing along his cock. 
He bites back a sob. “Taking such good care of me, you taste so sweet,” he sucks on his fingers, desperately trying to find every single trace of your slink that he can. The wet sounds cut over your own, somehow louder in your ears than your racing heartbeat and your mouth around his hot, thick cock.
Jake’s eyebrows pinch together as the ball of pleasure starts to tighten uncontrollably in the base of his stomach, pushing him higher and higher and so close to tumbling off the edge. 
“Amor,” he whines, biting his lip and gently pulling you off his throbbing cock for the second time. 
A thin trail of salvia connects you for a brief moment. You pout a little at being coaxed away from him again, Jake savours your expression for a heartbeat before kissing your swollen lips once, twice. His hands on either side of your face, stroking your cheeks as he slips his tongue into your mouth and squirms in his seat. 
He breaks the kiss briefly to tug off his own trousers, reconnects your lips with a groan and tries to get your jeans off without moving away again. 
You chuckle lightly at his impatient scoff when it doesn’t quite go to plan. He scowls at your clothing, as if it was purposefully being difficult. Swearing lightly under his breath before looking down and tugging them off. You pull your top off at the same time, burning with need. Desperate to feel his skin against yours so keenly that it is almost to the point of pain. 
“Lay back please,” he mutters as he tugs your legs free and clambers between your thighs. His hands dig in just enough to send a shiver along your nerves, twisting deeply at your core. His stubble grazing over your skin as he places sloppy kisses on your inner knee, trailing upwards and nipping lightly. 
He moves hastily, forgoing any pretence of being able to hold himself together as he gazes at your aching pussy. He darts out his tongue, licking one long swipe through your folds and up to your clit, closing his eyes and moaning at the taste wantonly. 
“Fuck, Jake, I-”
He plunges two fingers back inside you, curling them exactly how you instructed and you all but scream. Your breath stolen from you as he flicks his tongue against your clit, circling one way and then the other before latching on and sucking it into his mouth, trying to follow directions from hazy encounters he watched quietly in the headspace. 
When you grab hold of his hair, your hips arching up into his mouth he groans, opening his eyes so that he can see the look of pleasure on your face. How you contort under his touch. 
He sobs, rutting needily against the sofa, the expression on your face almost too much to bear. 
You buck against him unthinkingly, your body taking over as you need to chase your high. His name falls from your lips in whimpered gasps, separated only but pleas and muttered praises. 
You guide the back of his head, encouraging him to lap at you in time with your hips and he follows your directions instantly, pressing closer and moaning against you so much that the sensation nearly has you screaming.
Your thighs shake as you bite your lips together, muscles tensing and waves of pleasure begin to build and build and build, threatening to drag you down over the edge in one fell sweep and-
Jake pulls back quickly, the bottom half of his face shining with his slavia and your slick. You groan in frustration as he moves, but let go of him so as to not pull at his hair. 
“Jake,” you say, a spike of irritation weaving through your words. 
He moans at your tone, his eyes glazing over ever so slightly. “I’m sorry, please,” he rubs your thighs, kneading his fingers into your skin as his own hips rock and buck against nothing but the air. 
His cock is red, leaking and almost painful looking with how hard he is. It bobs up and down with every movement, almost pleading with you to take pity. 
“Please what?” You whisper. 
Jake shuffles back into a sitting position, both feet flat on the floor. He looks at you a little uncertainly for a split second before he pushes the emotion down. “Please come and fuck yourself on my cock.” He says quietly, as if he was truly asking you for a favour and not letting you have everything you want.
You all but jump into his lap, pulling off the rest of your clothing and kissing him hard. He moans against your lips, following every movement desperately as he places his hands gently on your hips. 
With the last fragment of your rapidly disintegrating self-control, you manage to pull away from him just far enough to speak. “You sure?” 
It’s like he doesn’t hear you, too drunk on your touch for your words to make sense. He moves forward, trying to kiss you again. But you hold him back a little, pressing your hands against his cheeks softly but firmly until his eyes meet yours, his eyebrows pinched in puzzlement. 
“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to rush you, we can-”
“Please.” He practically sobs. The break in his voice at the end of the word rings so loudly in the room that you're surprised it doesn’t echo. You’ve never heard him so needy before. 
“Please,” he repeats, “I want to, I want you. If… if you’ll have me, if you-”
You cut off any self-destructive thought that was destined to fall out of his mouth with your lips on his. 
“If I’ll fucking have you,” you mutter against him, raising up on your knees and taking him in your hand. You line him up with your entrance before you sink slowly down. 
Jake gasps, grabbing hold of you and squeezing you tight. His face pressed into your chest as you hold his shoulder, kiss his temple as you ease him inside. 
He bites his lip, trying and failing to hold back a whimper, but succeeding in keeping his hips still. 
You gently turn his face towards you by his chin as you bottom out, kissing his plump lips once, twice before you speak. “You okay?” 
He nods, completely lost in the feel of you squeezing around him. “I’m not gonna last.” 
“That’s okay,” you smile sweetly, stroking his hair.
But Jake shakes his head. “It’s not, I want you to-”
“Hey, hey,” you soothe, “I’m having a good time, okay?” You smile and gently take one of his hands and guide it between your legs to your clit. “Here, remember what I showed you?”
He nods, looking up at you like you painted the sky and quickly begins those soft circles that have you clenching around him and moaning softly. 
He lets out a choked sob. “Can feel you.” He mutters. “Feel you… squeezing, and fuck, so warm, and wet, and tight and-” he swallows his words, groaning loudly, his eyes closing as you start to slowly move, using his shoulders for leverage. 
His fingers don’t falter though. 
The stretch of him is so good it burns, pressing hard and deep inside and threatening to crack you open at any given second. 
You keep your movements steady, rising up and sinking back down, watching his every expression intently. The bob of his throat. The lines of concentration on his forehead.
His thighs shake, his lip so tightly between his teeth that it’s losing colour. 
“You want me to go faster?” You whisper and he grounds, nodding rapidly. 
You can’t help but smile as warmth runs along your veins. How much he trusts you to take care of him, how hard he’s trying to stay still. 
You kiss him hard, forcing him to stop biting his lip and let out the sweet sounds he’s been trying to hamper. He takes hold of your face with his free hand, caressing your cheek as you slide your tongue into his mouth. 
You pick up your pace, truly riding him and he moans. 
“Amor…”
“Move with me.” You mutter, rolling your hips and encouraging him to buck up and do the same. 
He whines, but nods, kissing you deeping as he fucks up into you as you set a brutal pace. 
The slide of his thick cock makes your spine bend, your body moving on autopilot as you chase your high. Your breath catches in your throat as he hits deep. Your fingers tighten around his shoulders, digging into his sweat soaked skin. 
Jake's eyes snap open, watching you intently and angling his hips to try to hit that spot again. 
“Please, please, please,” he mumbles with every thrust, not sure what he’s asking for but knowing that he’s desperate for it. 
You tense, your muscles clenching as bliss begins to burn at the edge of your vision. “Jake, Jake, fuck.”
“Yes, please, please,” he moans, obsessed with how your lips part, your eyes shut as you get close, “please.” His thumb swirls messily over your clit, slick with sweat and your wetness, he pushes you closer.
The slap of skin is nearly as long as both of your moans as you bounce relentlessly on his cock, his balls slapping against your ass cheeks. 
Stars begin to swell behind his eyes, pleasure spiralling in the base of his spine. “I can’t, I’m gonna- please!”
It’s a sobbed beg that pushes you over the edge. How desperate he is for you. How needy. How shamelessly open with what he wants. 
You swear as pleasure crackles over your skin, burns through your veins as you come. Jake groans loudly, following you a fraction of a second later and gasping as you squeeze his cock, milking him for every last drop he has to spend. 
He buries himself deep, pressing his face into your chest. For a second he’s weighty, floating somewhere high above everything, somewhere warm and safe. 
And then your hands stroke his arms, your lips kiss his sweaty forehead, and he can feel you, your warmth, your everything holding him tight and keeping him safe. 
“You okay?” You stroke his hair softly and smile when he looks up at you. 
He nods and grins, pressing his lips to yours in a long, soft kiss. “I think I like play pretend amor.” 
You snort. “Oh, do you?” 
“Hmm, we’ll have to do it again.” 
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vodika-vibes · 4 months
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Joining the alpha-17 train 🏃🏻‍♀️ Rainy prompts of ‘if you shiver any harder you’re gonna fall off the chair’ & ‘let me warm you up’ 🔝 please. can be fluffy & soft or hot & spicy up to you 🙏🏻
Rainy Days
Summary: You take time out of your busy day to warm Alpha up when he gets soaked.
Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader
Word Count: 956
Warnings: None, unless you count Alpha being jealous.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: Welcome to the Alpha-17 train! And thank you for the request!
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“Alpha,” You stare at the man standing in your office, dripping water on your very expensive carpet, in disbelief. “Why are you all wet?”
“One of the cadets fell into the ocean.” Alpha grunts as he strips his armor off and sets the soaked pieces out on the floor to dry.
“Whyyy are you drying off in my office?” You ask, wincing as he dumps the water out of his boot onto your carpet, “Alpha,” you say, sounding genuinely pained, “That carpet cost more than both of our lives.”
He pauses and looks down at the deep blue carpet for a moment, and then he smirks at you and dumps his second boot out on the carpet.
“...I know you’re an asshole Alpha, but was that necessary?”
“Yes.” He sits on one of the chairs, and peels the top of his blacks off, and wrings it out over the blanket.
“What is your issue with the carpet?” you ask.
“You know it was only gifted to you because what’s his face wants to get in your pants.” He says with a disdainful scowl.
“Yeah, I know.” He stills and pins you with a furious glare, “Oooh. I didn’t know you were the jealous type.”
“You know he’s trying to seduce you, and you’re letting him?!” Alpha demands.
“I’m not letting him do anything,” You say as you hold up a single finger, “I don’t have a problem conning expensive items from people who seem to think that they can buy my affection.”
Alpha’s eyes narrow, “He’s going around telling people it’s only a matter of time before you fall into bed with him.”
“He’s delusional.”
“Does he know that?”
“Not my problem.” You counter with a shrug, before you step over the pile of armor, “My choice remains what it’s always been.”
“And what’s that?” Alpha bites out.
“You. It’s always been you.” You flash a wry grin, “I would think that that’s obvious,” You move closer to him and set your hand on his bare shoulder, and then you frown at him, “Alpha, you’re shivering.”
“I’m fine.” He grumbles.
“If you shiver any harder, you’re going to fall off the chair.” You counter, “Hold on.” You step away from him and move back to your desk. You duck down and grab your fleece blanket off the floor, and then carry it over to Alpha, “Here, this should help.” 
You drape the blanket over his shoulders, and tuck it close around him.
“This is really unnecessary, cyare.” Alpha says with a sigh.
“I disagree.” You look him over with a critical eye, and then you hurry back to your desk and you grab your datapad, “Let me warm you up,” You say as you step back to his side.
Alpha flashes a devious grin.
“Not like that, you absolute pervert.” You huff before you slide onto his lap, grimacing at the feel of his wet blacks against you. You shift so that your back is pressed against his chest, and you tuck your head under his chin, before pulling up your datapad and opening the document you were working on.
You feel him shift as his arms slide securely around your waist, and he rests his chin on the top of your head, “What are you working on?”
“Lawsuits,” You reply absently.
Alpha kisses the back of your head, “Who are you suing?” He asks, amusement in his voice.
“Oh, so many people. Starting with the Republic as a whole, and then working my way down.” You pause, “I suppose suing the Jedi is a waste of time, it’s not like they have any assets.”
“The Republic has given us our rights, cyare.” Alpha reminds you.
“Oh, yes. I know. I’m suing them for backpay. So, thirteen years of back pay for you and the other Alphas, as well as the Nulls.” You muse thoughtfully, “And even the cadets will get at least a few years of back pay, if I do this right. Also, I’m demanding back pay for clones who were killed in action.”
“Cyare.”
“That money will go into a fund to make Kamino more hospitable for you and your brothers.” You murmur thoughtfully, as you send a rapid message to someone.
“Cyare-” Alpha repeats.
But you ignore him, mumbling something under your breath about assigning yourself as the official lawyer for the jedi, since maker knows they need it-
“Cyare!”
You jump and turn your head to look at Alpha, “What?”
“The Republic won’t go for that.”
“I already have the support of more people than you might think.” You reply, as you turn your attention back to your datapad. “It’ll happen, Alpha. You’ll see. I’m very good at what I do.”
Alpha nudges you and you turn back to him, just in time for his lips to crash against yours, “Love you so kriffing much,” he mumbles.
You lift one hand to his jaw and lean into his kiss. He’s no longer shivering, which means that this plan was a success. Plus, you get to cuddle with Alpha.
You’re vaguely aware of the sound of your office door sliding open, but it’s a vague sort of awareness that you can easily ignore, as Alpha’s hand is pressed firmly against the back of your neck, holding you against him.
So you don’t see your would-be suitor step into your office, and flush an ugly shade of red when he sees you securely in Alpha’s arms. You also don’t see Alpha’s smug look directed at him. And you certainly don’t see Alpha shut the door in his face, and lock it so he can’t enter the room.
You, after all, are far too distracted with the press of Alpha’s lips against your own.
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damn-stark · 1 year
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Chapter 3 I’d make a deal with god
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Chapter 3 of Tragedy at the Miller’s
A/N- I hope you guys like the chapter
Warning- ANGST, violence, death and blood, swearing, long chapter, some fluff :)
Pairing- Joel Miller x daughter!reader, Henry x Fem!reader
Episode- 1x05-1x06 (only the beginning)
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The street was quiet. And as far as views go, it was the same way as it was in the tunnel, dark and eerie.
The stars overhead were tempting to admire, you felt grateful that you were out of the humid tunnel and breathing fresh air, but the cul-de-sac was too quiet, and you weren’t actually across the river yet. You knew better than to get your hopes up too soon; just like most of what you’ve learned from life, you learned that the hard way.
Yet it seems Henry and Sam don’t quite get that.
Then again how could they know? The farthest they’ve gone out of the city is being in that forest. They only know a small part of what the world is like.
“No,” Henry breaks the silence you had purposely left as you tried to make your way to the bridge. “No one is here. No one’s gonna be here because my plan worked.”
Your dad scoffs in annoyance, “so much goddamn talkin’.”
You look back at Henry over your shoulder and add on too. “We’re not across the river yet, let’s wait to celebrate then.”
“I’m just saying,” Henry continues smugly. “I delivered.”
You smirk faintly and roll your eyes to look back ahead.
“Make this right,” he points out. “Go down the street, embankment behind the last house, and we’re out.”
“So we cross the river and then what?” Ellie asks. “Where ya gonna go?”
You glance over at your dad, and even if it hasn’t been discussed you know that there’s no option but to travel home together now.
At least you hope that’s what he’s thinkin’ too.
“We’re going to Wyoming,” you share and blink to look at your dad for reassurance. “We can go together.”
But as expected when your dad meets your gaze he remains nonchalant. He then peers back at Henry though, and seems to look…unsure. “How about we cross the river and then talk.”
You swallow thickly and look back ahead. Would this really be it?
Ellie notices his look, he reads him like you do and comments on the matter. “Don’t worry he’ll give in. Trust me.”
Trust her?
How long have they been together?
“This is how it goes?” Ellie continues. “He’s like, No, Ellie,” she begins to mock him in a deep voice, causing you to blink in disbelief before you peer back at her. “Never, ever, ever happening.”
Regardless of what uneasiness you felt by his lack of agreeance, what jealousy just sparked, you can’t help but grin in amusement at her teasing.
“And then I’m like,” Ellie continues in her normal voice. “I’m gonna ask you a million more times. And he’s like—”
Before she can finish what she’s saying, she’s suddenly interrupted by the sound of a gunshot whizzing past your ear, and hitting the ground inches away from you.
“Fuck!” Ellie screams, while you cover your ear and throw yourself to the ground, losing that smile.
“Move, move!” Your dad yells and proceeds to grab your arm to yank you off the ground, and push you and Ellie behind a rusted car.
“Y/N,” you hear Henry from the ear that’s not currently ringing. “Are you okay? Did it hit you?”
You groan and shake your head. “No…no,” you pant. “Just went past me.”
“Where fuck is that coming from—”
“Shut up,” your dad cuts Henry off now.
You pull your hand away from your ear as the ringing begins to fade, and look over at your dad peeking past the top of the hood. A gunshot then breaks a car window though, so he ducks his head back down.
“How many?” You ask him.
Your dad shakes his head. “One, I think. I can’t be sure, not from here.”
You swallow thickly and snatch your rifle off your shoulder. You try to suggest a risky idea that comes to mind, but then another gunshot goes off and a hand wraps around your wrist instead.
“Shit,” Henry panics and looks away from the shooter to try and move with Sam at his other hand. “Alright, fuck. Let’s move. Let’s go.”
Without hesitance you yank your arm back and grab his wrist instead to pull him back down. “I’m not leaving my dad. And you can’t just get up like that or you’ll get shot,” you scold him as kindly as you can sound. “Stay down.” You then snap your eyes to your dad and share the idea you had in mind. “I can shoot them, I just need a distraction so he doesn’t end up shooting me.”
A bullet hits the car you’re behind, and your dad lets his gaze linger on you as he thinks about the plan you shared.
You want him to say yes so he’d see that you’re capable, that you’ve changed from that little girl he saw last time, years ago.
However, he shakes his head and sighs.
“Dad—”
“I’ll go,” he cuts you off before you can argue. “You two stay here.” He directs to Ellie and yourself.
“What?” Ellie asks in confusion.
He turns to face Ellie now. “If you don’t move, he’s not gonna hit you,” he tells her, and then looks to you. “I’m gonna go around, try to get in the house through the back, and then I’ll take him out.”
You shake your head and protest. “If you go out there, he’s gonna kill you.”
“It’s dark and he has shit aim. Nobody’s gonna kill me. Besides, I ain’t putting you at risk.”
“You just said—”
“Y/N,” he cuts you off sharply. “Do you trust me?”
You lower your shoulders from their tense position, you let your face soften from its hardened state and nod softly without as much as thinking about it.
Your dad proceeds to pull his gun out and looks to Ellie to speak to her. “If anything happens you stick with her, got it?”
Ellie glances at you and hesitates before returning her gaze to him and nodding in comprehension. After that your dad proceeds to scurry away through the cover of night, making the person in that house try to follow him with their gun to try and shoot him.
And now, while the person is distracted you lift your head over the car's hood to finally take a peek yourself. That’s when you catch only one light reflecting from a window before the bullet hits the ground in front of the car. You proceed to look around at the other houses to see if there were more, but your dad was right it seems to be just one in the house straight ahead.
Just one. Your dad will be fine.
You duck back behind the car and wait. Wait in anticipation. You hold onto your pendant around your neck and wait. A few more bullets go off and hit the objects around you, you wait for them to reload and shoot again, but a longer silence follows now, letting you guess that your dad might have reached the shooter now.
You slowly lift your head and peek out, and luckily this time you see no more reflection. Yet you can’t be assured that your dad has gotten to him, not until you can see him up there giving you all a sign.
However, a few seconds pass of more silence and he doesn’t give you any. Instead you hear one gunshot echo, it doesn’t hit anything nearby it just echoes, meaning one of two things; your dad shot the shooter, or the shooter shot your dad.
You can’t think of losing him just as you reunited, so you’ll go with he’s the one that shot the shooter first.
“It seems your dad got him,” Henry interjects.
You stop fiddling with the pendant and meet his gaze with hope. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I think so too. Let’s just wait until he gives a sign though.”
Henry nods in agreement, and silence follows again. Albeit the silence breaks soon thereafter with a distant scream from your dad. “Run!”
You blink in confusion, and hang your rifle over your shoulder again as you slowly push yourself up to try and get a view of him.
“Run!” Your dad yells again.
Why is he saying that?
And only seconds later is when you begin to hear the distant sounds of engines running. When you snap your eyes ahead you notice headlights down the street, getting larger the closer they get, and brighter as more than one begins to appear.
“Go! Go, go!” You bellow to the group, and push Ellie in front of you so she can get ahead of you so can you run behind her, Henry and Sam.
The closer the leading car gets, the more you hear metal clashing as cars blocking the street get shoved aside. Bullets ring against metal too as your dad tries to shoot the driver of the moving truck, and as Ellie tries to shoot back aimlessly.
You want to shoot at the driver too to at least get that car off your trail, but when you hit the trigger you come out empty since you haven’t given Henry his empty pistol back.
“Fuck,” you grumble. “Fuck. Fuck.”
As Henry and Sam get ahead faster, you mindlessly begin to run past Ellie to try and reach the other end of the street. However, it’s at that moment that you begin to get ahead that you suddenly hear glass clash, brakes then screech before you hear a crash through one of the wooden houses.
You try to look back at the sight, you try to look back even when you hear multiple cars brake behind you, even if it’s one thing you didn’t like to do while running away from dangerous shit, but you remember Ellie had fallen behind, so you look. That’s when you see her on the ground, and multiple people climbing out of their cars.
It’s a fucking risk to go back especially since they all have guns, but you can’t leave her behind, not even if you feel a smidge of jealousy towards her. Maybe giving her the slight cold shoulder is something that you can live with, but leaving her behind is something that would haunt you, so you quickly turn back around on your heels and sprint towards her.
She catches you running at her as she remains stunned on the ground and her eyes brighten before she pushes herself up and then runs at you.
“Come on!” You yell at her. “Come on!”
Ellie quickens her pace as best as she can, and just as you throw your hand out to reach for hers suddenly an explosion goes off at your side, and the force throws you both to the ground.
“Fuck,” you cough out seconds later, and flutter your eyes open, catching a bright raging light now brighten the street. “Fuck.” You snap your head up and see Ellie moving slightly. That fills you with relief over the fact that she isn’t badly hurt. Or at least that’s what it seems like.
“Ellie,” you call out between pants. “Ellie, are you—”
Before you can finish your question though, hands get slapped around your arms and begin to yank off the ground.
“Come on, come on,” someone muffles.
You snap your head back in a panic, but thankfully only see Henry.
“You’re not hurt?” He asks.
You shake your head and get up to your feet. “No, no, I’m okay. Go, help Ellie.”
Henry nods and leaves your side to run to Ellie while you run to Sam behind a car.
“Are you okay?” Sam immediately signs to you worringly once you’re ducked close to him.
You nod quickly and redirect his question. “You okay?”
Sam nods, and both of your gazes lift as Henry and Ellie join you ducked behind the car.
“You okay?” You ask Ellie as she fixes herself between Sam and you.
She nods and mumbles, “yeah.”
Multiple footsteps now step closer, and commands get thrown out that make you stiffen. “He’s up there! Two and two! Around the back, take him out!”
“Fuck!” You hiss. There’s no way to take them out without getting caught or leaving yourself vulnerable. Fuck.
“Dead end, Henry!” You hear a woman shout—Kathleen most likely. “Gonna step out? Save us some time?”
Henry of course doesn’t answer, so Kathleen continues.
“No? That’s alright. Doesn’t matter.”
You rest your head against the car and try to think of some plan to get out of this position. Yet, Henry then interjects. “I’ll come out!”
You quickly snap your head over to him and shake it in protest. “No,” you whisper. “No, Henry no.”
Said man meets your gaze and lets his eyes linger on you. “Just let the girl and kids go!” He shouts.
You keep shaking your head in hopes he’d change his mind.
“No,” Kathleen retorts. “Sorry. The little girl is with the man who killed Bryan. And Sam, and the other girl, well they’re with you.”
You shift your eyes away and scoff.
What the fuck?! What the fuck is her problem? Wanting to kill you, you understand, but the kids?
“You don’t understand!” Henry rebuttals.
But Kathleen doesn’t listen. “But I do,” she counters. “I know why you did what you did. But did you ever stop to think that maybe he was supposed to die?”
What the hell?
You shake your head and curl your lip in anger and disgust.
“He’s just a fucking kid!” Henry yells back.
“Well, kids die, Henry,” Kathleen says without an ounce of sympathy in her tone. “They die all the time. You think the whole world revolves around him? That he’s worth everything? Well, this is what happens when you fuck with fate.”
“Get ready to take him and run,” Henry blurts at you quietly.
You look over at him and see him looking at you. “No,” you rebuttal. “No.”
“Y/N,” he insists. “Yes.”
You try to look angry at his stupid choice, but instead you look hurt.
“Henry,” you whisper, but he then cups your cheek and cuts you off.
“Please. Do it.”
You stare into his eyes and want to argue, you want to yell at him for wanting to risk his life like this, for wanting you to take Sam away without leaving with him, but…you don’t. You trust him and understand this one need, you give in for him, for the love you already harbor.
“Fine,” you whisper and look over at Sam, noticing Ellie take his hand for you.
“It’s time, Henry,” Kathleen interjects. “Enough!”
You look back at Henry and meet his gaze, seeing him hesitate for a few seconds. So you reach for his trembling hand and give it a gentle squeeze. He proceeds to let his eyes linger in your hurt gaze for a moment longer before he averts his gaze, and puts his head back to pant and then whisper to himself, “okay,” before he stands up and raises his hands while he slowly steps towards the aggressor.
“It ends the way it ends,” Kathleen says after a few seconds of silence, and cocks her gun before she shouts another command. “Grab the girl he’s with too, I want him to see her die.”
You gasp and freeze since you know she only means you.
“No!” Henry shouts. “Wait, no! Not her! She had nothing to do with it! It was just me!”
Footsteps begin to approach, and your heart begins to race, your hands begin to shake, but you put on a brave face and roll your eyes to the side to glare at the rugged man approaching you.
“Touch them and I’ll kill you,” you grimace.
The man tries to grab you, but you stand up by yourself and step away from him. “Don’t you dare,” you snap and raise your hands.
“Come on,” the man orders and points the gun forward.
“No,” Kathleen adds now as you get forced to stand by Henry. “She might have not had anything to do with it, but you care about her.”
You drift your eyes to Henry, and end up meeting his angry and worried gaze.
“It’s okay,” you mouth to him with an assuring look and smile. “It’s okay.” You drift your gaze back to Kathleen and shoot her an unbothered glare.
There’s only one man next to you, the others are standing a bit too far to react too fast. They wouldn’t let one of their own die would they? They cared so much about the one person your dad killed, so….
Quickly before anyone can react to you, you fist your left hand, and quickly swing your fist up to punch the man’s forearm to make his aim fall from your head.
“Wait!” you hear Kathleen yell as guns point at you now.
You then quickly spin around and ram your fist in his throat to leave him incapacitated while you snatch his gun from him, and then use your foot to swing it under him to sweep him off the floor.
When the guy hits the ground you instantly point his gun at his head, and step on the back of his hand before slowly glaring up at Kathleen.
She looks stunned, so you take this time to look over at Henry, catching his own shocked and awed look.
“Come close and I’ll shoot him,” you threaten all of them. “Your revenge can’t mean more than your man’s life now does it?” You taunt Kathleen with a sly smirk.
Kathleen moves her gun to point at you and parts her lips to say something, but she then cuts herself off as the sound of rubble and creaking metal steals everyone’s attention, including Henry’s and yours.
At first it doesn’t seem like much, just the ground beneath the truck crumbling due to the explosion. But it’s from that same hole that the truck falls into that lets out the sound of distant groaning and growling. Infected….
You remove your foot off the man under you and help up so he can run away. You then snap your head over to Henry, and he meets your gaze to share a knowing look since no one can deny the sounds.
Yet before either of you can run away dozens, no, hundreds of infected climb out from the ground and don’t waste a second to charge at everyone that is formed in front of the hole. They all try to shoot at the runners and the clickers that charge at them, but there’s too many, too many overwhelm them immediately—It’s so many of them climbing out of the ground.
You’ve seen hordes before, you’ve run from dozens of infected before, but never like this, never from one’s running out of a fire pit as if they were spawn out of hell.
The sight freezes you out of fear, leaves you vulnerable, until Henry runs at you now that the men focused their attention away from him and you, and breaks you from your stupor.
“Come on!” He yells, and you both run to the kids still ducked behind the car.
“You have my gun, I have the man’s,” you tell Henry as you duck and hide with the kids. “Take Sam and go, I’ll take Ellie and be right behind you.”
Shooters approach the car you’re hidden behind and begin shooting at infected climbing on the car. More fall at your side as bullets come from the house where your dad is in. And before long, as more infected approach, you all bolt away from behind the car to run to your dad.
However, more infected swarm the area and get in your way, so you lose sight of Henry and Sam quickly as they don’t stop running. You on the other hand use the man’s gun and shoot at the clickers and runners that charge at Ellie and you.
“Go!” You yell at Ellie. “Go, I have you covered!”
Ellie runs on ahead, and you kill any threats that are near her. Once there’s no infected ahead of you, you follow after Ellie as she runs towards a van nearby that has a window slightly opened.
A clicker closeby hears her running footsteps however and tries to charge at her, but you quickly stop in your steps to shoot it and then move the aim to shoot the other infected that can be a possible threat.
“I’ll open the door for you!” Ellie yells back as she approaches the car.
You watch her get inside through the window, and immediately more infected try to reach her through the windows; they pound and claw. You clear as many of them as you can until your bullets run out and you have no choice but to throw the gun out and use your own rifle.
Yet that has few bullets in it too, luckily your dad helps you take out as many as he can around the car and you, while Ellie crawls to the door to try and open it for you from the inside. And when you turn to grab the door handle, suddenly a stalker tackles you down to the ground.
“Oof.” You breathe out as you slam to the ground, and end up losing your gun.
The stalker tries to bite down at you, but you quickly throw your head to the side, and throw your hands up to keep it away. You want to kick it back and use your knife, but then a bullet goes through its head and it falls limb, letting you crawl back away from its corpse. You then look up at the window and give your dad a thankful nod.
He nods back, so after that, before more infected come and swarm you, you get up and find your gun first, before you face the car to get Ellie.
Neverthless, at that moment as you turn you notice a different kind of infected. It’s larger than others, tall, and plump. It has fungus coming out of its head like a clicker, but this one also has fungus growing out of its entire body. It’s…terrifying. It’s fucking horrifying, but you don’t freeze this time, you can’t. You just push its presence to the back of your head and face the car again. That’s when you see a child clicker climb in the same car Ellie is hiding in.
You know your dad has you covered from any infected around you, so you quickly throw the door open and hastily help Ellie out of the car as the clicker flips over the seats to try and reach her.
“Come on!” You urge her after you close the car door. “We’re almost there!” You grab her wrist to run towards your dad together, but she quickly stops you and points out.
“It’s Sam and Henry!”
You follow where she points to, and see the both of them under a car trying to kick away the clickers that are trying to grab them. However, there’s too many infected in your way, too many for you and Ellie to take down without getting swarmed….
Wait! That’s right...
You look up at your dad at the same time Ellie does, and you both speechlessly ask him to cover you with your looks alone.
He’s hesitant at first, but he gives you both an assuring nod, letting you both then run towards Henry and Sam.
“You help Sam, I’ll get the one on Henry!” You tell Ellie as you maneuver past bodies of the infected your dad was killing in your path.
“Okay, yeah!” She replies through pants.
You narrow your eyes on the clicker that has Henry by his feet, ignoring the car that races past behind you and quickening your pace to get closer.
Just as you approach Henry, the clicker drags him out of hiding, it wants to bite him, but you quickly lift your rifle and shoot it right in its head, killing it.
“Come on,” you tell Henry urgently as you help him to his feet. “You’re okay,” you assure him before you turn on your heels, noticing Ellie managed to get the clicker off Sam, but she can’t stab her knife deep enough to kill it. So you lift your gun and help her kill it, letting her then help Sam off the ground.
“Go, go!” You yell at everyone.
Quickly, before more infected can come towards you, you all bolt towards the house your dad is inside of. You climb up the yard hand in hand with Henry, you’re close to getting out, but then Kathleen stops you all.
“Stop!”
Henry pushes you all back behind him to block you all from her gun, but you still raise your rifle to try and use your last bullet on her.
Albeit that’s when you notice the child clicker from before sneaking up from behind her, and lower your gun instead. Kathleen blinks in confusion, and follows everyone’s line of gaze. But, she notices the clicker too late and it tackles her to the ground before she can react.
It hits her repeatedly, and overpowers her, all she can do is scream.
As bad as she was, that fate is still horrible.
“This way now!” You hear your dad yell, breaking everyone from their shock. You then look over at him in shock and watch him pushing Ellie and Sam towards the bridge just behind the houses.
“Move!” He yells and turns you around so you can keep moving behind Henry. He follows last, making sure no one or nothing follows you from the bloodbath that was now the cul-de-sac.
——
*LATER*
“Pew…pew. As the Raven 01 approaches the red planet….”
You put the paper your food was wrapped in down and drag your feet back against your chest to continue listening to Ellie reading with Sam.
Compared to all the terrified screams, all the infected growling and groaning, all the gunshots, and burning flames that had filled your ears on your way to the motel, listening to her read in the silence of night was calming and peaceful.
“You think they’ll be okay?” Henry asks out loud, breaking the silence that was between him, your dad and you.
“Yeah,” your dad nods. “I think.”
You hug your legs and look over at him as he continues.
“It’s easier when you’re a kid anyway….” He pauses and glances at you before looking at Henry. “You don’t have anybody else relying on you. That’s the hard part.”
Being scared isn’t easy, not knowing how to help because you’re young isn't easy, but he’s also right.
“Well,” Henry interjects. “I guess we’re doing a good job then.”
Your dad nods softly in agreement, and you can’t help but smile down at your knees since they seem to be getting along more now.
“What’s that comic book say?” Your dad asks. “Endure and survive?”
You lift your gaze to look at the Savage Starlight comic book Sam and Ellie are reading, and scoff softly before you nod. “Endure and survive,” you repeat.
“That shits redundant,” Henry retorts, making you smile in amusement.
“Yeah,” your dad agrees. “It’s not great.”
You shake your head and laugh softly. “No.”
Savage Starlight was a comic book you often saw lying around, but you never got into them so much. You always enjoyed more of uh…romance, some horror, thrillers, comedy, and fantasy.
“Look, Henry,” you hear your dad continue, making you snap your eyes to him and sit up as you’re filled with curiosity. “I don’t know exactly how I’m gettin’ to Wyoming. I’m probably walkin’. But you know if you want to.”
Your smile grows wider, and your gaze grows softer as you understand your fathers invitation to Henry.
“Yeah,” Henry agrees. “Yeah. Yeah, I think it’d be nice for Sam to have a friend. I’ll tell him in the morning. New day, new start.”
You’re filled with joy now, and that fear of rejection washes away….
At least you hope your dad is also referring to you.
“What about me?” You interject to double check. Even if you might know the answer.
Your dads eyes snap to you and he scoffs before he retorts. “How do you think we’re getting there?”
You smirk and then glance at Henry sitting on a table beside you to share a soft smile with him.
“I don’t why you had to ask,” your dad mumbles.
You then look at the kids, and notice Sam fiddling with the pendant you had given him.
“Just makin’ sure,” you say and drag your legs down. “Maybe y’all wanted to leave me behind….” Wait…you catch that comment the moment it comes out. It’s wrong…it seems like a jab directed to your dad, but you didn’t mean it that way.
You snap your eyes over to him in hopes he didn’t take it that way, but you can’t tell, he’s looking away, his lips are formed in the same serious line. Fuck. Fuck….
Let’s just hope he didn’t take it badly.
You swallow thickly and look ahead, noticing Henry in the room with the kids, and Sam still holding the pendant. So choosing to just brush off your concern so as to not overthink about it, you get up and walk in the room, seeing Sam walk to the other bed now.
“Goodnight,” you sign to him as he notices you walk in.
He offers you a faint smile and redirects your comment. “Goodnight.”
Henry walks back in the room, and before you can follow him you check on Sam since he was holding the pendant. “Are you feeling okay?” You question him.
Sam nods in assurance, but you can notice his frown and a…sad look in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” You press.
Sam nods again. Perhaps it was just the events of tonight then.
“Okay,” you continue to sign to him. “No story tonight?”
Sam shakes his head. “Tomorrow,” he signs back.
You smile and nod in agreement. “Sounds good,” you sign. “Goodnight.”
Sam offers you a faint smile as a response, and before you can leave the room you glance over at Ellie and offer her a very faint smile that’s a bit forced. Maybe she’ll grow on you soon enough. Once your dad explains why they’re traveling together. Hopefully.
Anyway, once you close the room door behind you, rather than sitting back down, and since there was no other room in this curtain room you’re camping in. And since you don’t want your dad hearing your conversation with Henry, you meet your partner's gaze and point to the exit.
Henry doesn’t seem to understand though, so you point to the door again. But nothing.
You roll your eyes and just break the silence. “I’m going to get some fresh air before bed.” You nod slowly, and before anyone can say anything you make sure you have your knife with you before you walk over to the door, and push the table that’s blocking the exit to the side before walking out. Hopefully, Henry understands, and hopefully your dad doesn’t walk out. As funny as that would be, it’s not who you want to talk to.
Regardless, as you wait you lean against the railing and look up at the shining stars painted on the night sky. You smile up at them and watch them twinkle. The door opens, and you quickly peer back, seeing Henry walk out. Thankfully.
“Hey,” you greet him in a whisper.
He closes the door and walks to your side first before returning a greeting. “Hey.”
You look back at the sky and continue to watch the stars. “You know there’s a way to navigate around using the stars.” You share with him.
Henry hums. “I didn’t know,” he says. “Do you know how to?”
You nod and drop your gaze to look at him, noticing he was already looking at you. “Yeah, I do,” you admit.
Henry smiles and scoffs. “Of course you do.”
You laugh softly. “Well it’s kind of convient you know, very helpful..”
“Is that why you like to stare at them all the time?” He asks.
You let out a small breath and shake your head. “No. I just like to watch them, it’s fascinating really; space, all of it.”
Henry hums and averts his gaze, he grabs the rusted railing and brings a short silence.
You notice his smile faltering, so you quickly probe. “What is it?”
Henry gently hits the wood and lifts his gaze to meet yours. “Thank you,” he says. Again. “What you did back there, to that guy…” he swallows thickly and goes shy. “No one has ever done that before. You know usually when things go down like that people scatter to protect themselves…I’m guilty of that, but you…” he pauses and his eyes soften, whilst you now feel caught by surprise. “…you stuck around all three times,” Henry continues. “You shouldn't have, but you did, and you saved me and Sam. Thank you.”
Your smile widens and trembles, and your heart races inside your chest, but you grab his hand and offer him a soft look. “You were worth it,” you redirect sweetly. “All of it. And when it’s worth it there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect the ones I love.”
Henry looks caught off guard for a few seconds, but he quickly manages to shoot you a smile before he cups your cheek to pull you in for a kiss. A sweet and passionate one that makes you wrap your arms around his neck. That lets you move in sync with another, and makes you press yourself against the wall next to the door.
Henry seems to be taken back by your passion, but he just smiles and goes with it, letting himself get swept up by you. The only reason you pull back is to catch your breath.
“You know I think you were right,” he says between pants. “I think your dad—”
“Please,” you cut him off and press your finger against his lips. “Don’t talk about my dad,” you whisper and giggle. “Not right now.”
Henry snorts and nods. “Right,” he mumbles, letting you drop your hand back to your side—“but we should get some sleep, I imagine we have a long day of walking tomorrow.”
You smile sweetly and lean in to whisper against his lips. “Yeah I know, but why not stay out here a while longer, hm? Maybe find a more discreet place to go take this further.”
Henry gapes and blinks rapidly. “I,” he breathes out and shakes his head.
You grin and cup his jaw. “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” you assure him. “I’m fine just being with you here.”
Henry shakes his head again and quickly throws out his response, “No I want to, I do. Do you?”
You grin softly and press your hand against his chest, feeling his heart racing.
“Don’t worry,” you assure him as you hold his gaze. “You’ll be okay. You’re with me.” You pull back, and drop your hand to your side to grab his, and pull him down the stairs with you. “Come on!” You grin happily.
——
*THE NEXT DAY*
“Sarah,” you whisper and slowly walk further inside her dark room.
She hums and shifts on her bed. “Hm?”
“I'm scared,” you whisper. “There’s something in my room.”
Her bed creaks and thanks to the moonlight reflecting inside through her window by her bed, you see her sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “Okay,” she mumbles and slides over to the other side of her bed. “Come on.”
You smile with relief and run over to the bed to climb on and lay beside her.
“What was in your room?” She asks as she lays her head back down on the pillow.
You pull the blankets over you and flip to your side to face her. “A…monster, I think.”
She smiles weakly and wraps her arm around you. “Maybe you just heard dad snoring.” She mumbles.
You sigh unsurely and watch her close her eyes to try and drift back to sleep.
“Do you want me to tell you a story?” She asks quietly.
You perk up and grin softly. “Just one,” you agree.
“Okay, well—”
“Ahh! Ahhh!”
Suddenly the dream you were having is interrupted coldly by the sound of distressed yelling that makes you gasp, and sit right up out of instinct.
However, it’s as you sit up that the door is slammed open and Ellie is thrown to the floor by….by Sam growling, groaning, and snapping his teeth as he tries to claw at her. She tries to push him off, but she can’t fight him. Or she really doesn’t want to…
But why?
Why?
Why is he acting so violent, why is he trying to bite her? Why is making those noises?
You sit there wide eyed, frozen by horrifying fear that inside, deep inside your heart you understand why it grows so furiously. You can identify what those sounds coming out of Sam mean, you’ve heard them what feels like all your life. You know…But you don’t want to accept it. You don’t want to accept his sudden fate.
He’s so young, so innocent, so sweet and kind. It can’t…it can’t be true. It can’t be happening again…
He can’t…
“Nope, nope, nope,” you hear Henry repeat, and when you look up you see him on his feet, pointing your dads own gun at him as he slowly stands up.
“Joel!” Ellie cries out.
Sam is going to bite her…he’s going to bite her…
You try to reach for your own knife since you know you’re out of bullets. You want to help her before it takes her too…you want to help your dad and Henry, but you can’t move a muscle, your fear paralyzes you as well as your denial.
You can only keep watching…just like when…Sarah died. You can only watch.
Henry shoots at your dad, you can hear the bullet, and his yell even after you cover your ears. You can feel it carve the ground, but that still doesn’t make you move.
“Joel!” Ellie cries again as Sam doesn’t stop.
He’s going to bite her. Sam he’s…
And suddenly there’s another gunshot, but this time rather than feeling it hit the ground, you hear a thump, and then silence. Deafening silence.
Finally as Sam stays still on the floor, you slowly get up and take a step towards him. You notice the dark blood spilling out and staining the ground, you still wait…You wait for him to get up. He has to. It can’t be happening again…he couldn’t have turned. He has to wake up.
You slowly put your hands down. “Sam?” You call out quietly even though you know he wouldn't have heard you either way, it’s just a desperate attempt.
“Ellie,” you hear your dad call as the girl sits there in disbelief at what just happened. “Are you okay?” You hear him ask her.
You worry if she’s bit, you want to ask if she’s okay too, but all you can focus on is Sam, you wait if he’ll move at least his chest to show he’s breathing.
Your dad tries to move toward Ellie, but he comes to a quick stop as Henry points his gun at him. He’s just shocked, that’s it.
Thinking he won’t do anything to you, you take another step towards Sam.
However, that's when you hear an abrupt stop. “No…don’t.”
You snap your gleaming eyes towards Henry, and see him pointing his gun at you now. Your dad quickly notices his new aim, and slowly puts his arm across you to try and shield you.
Henry’s just shocked. He’s just…shocked.
“Easy, easy, easy,” your dad tries to calm Henry down whilst he puts his hands out to try and grab the gun in Henry’s hand.
“Henry,” you call out quietly.
Said man's eyes drift to you, and tears immediately fill his eyes at the sight of you. “What did I do?” He asks you.
You try to tell him that he helped Ellie, that his brother was going to hurt her, but you can’t…you can’t muster a single word since you’re still in denial yourself.
“What did I do?” Henry asks again and keeps his gun pointed at you. “What-what-what did I do?” His eyes drift to his brother still on the floor, and you follow his line of gaze, realizing now—no, accepting at that moment as he lay still, as more blood spilled out of him, that Sam was gone.
It hits you like a bullet to the flesh, so suddenly. The realization shakes your entire core, making that painful anguish that you had pushed back bust through that shield of denial.
He’s gone. Sam’s gone. He was infected and now he’s gone.
“Sam?” The sound of Henry’s broken voice snaps your watery gaze back to him.
“Henry, gimme the gun?” Your dad pleads softly.
“Henry,” you call out quietly through tears. “Henry, please.”
Said man’s eyes drift to you and your dad, but he then focuses solely on you.
“Gimme the gun,” your dad continues to say. “Gimme the gun.”
“Henry,” you interject in a brittle voice, and take a step towards him to try and take the gun. “Just give me the gun, okay? Let’s talk.”
Henry holds your gaze for a moment and blinks before looking at Sam again. And finally he begins to lower his hand.
You try to encourage him, “yeah just—” but you cut yourself off immedietly as you see him move his hand to now point the gun at himself instead. You know what he intends to do, you yell at him to stop, but a gunshot goes off, causing you to quickly cover your ears. Yet you still hear a loud thump hit the floor.
Now…you just stand there, looking at the now empty space where Henry had one stood. You stand there frozen and quiet. You stand there panting, and with dry eyes.
Your dad stands before you, he talks to you, you see his mouth moving, but you don’t register his muffles that go through your covered ears because you can’t accept this now. If you keep looking at the wall, it’s like nothing ever happened. If you keep your eyes on the wall you won’t have to accept it, if you stand here time will stop….
You hoped anyway. You wished.
“Y/N! Look at me, baby,” you hear your dad yell at you, making you snap your eyes to him before you slowly drift your eyes down to see….
Oh god.
Oh god….
You drop your hands from your ears, and gasp as it feels like the air in your lungs is knocked out of you at the sight of his lifeless body, at the feeling of realization slamming into you, piercing your very heart now and shattering it and your entire being.
Henry’s gone. He’s gone just like Sam. They’re both gone….Henry’s gone….
But maybe…
“Henry?” You call out desperately as you watch him, hoping he’ll wake up. “Henry?” You call out again and step away from your dad to walk to Henry. “Henry, please,” your voice quivers as he remains unresponsive.
“Henry,” you mewl and fall on your knees beside him, on the pool of blood that now surrounds his upper body. “Henry.” You whisper and slowly reach for him to turn him face up. That’s when you see his lifeless eyes, the blood that now stains his face, and the tear stains on his cheeks. And it hits you again, but now it’s more powerful, more painful.
“No,” you cry and shake your head. “No, please Henry,” you sob and cradle his face for a moment before you cradle his body. “No, no….” You drop your forehead on his and shakily gasp for air as you can’t stop crying. “Please…please…someone help me….Henry…don’t do this to me, please.”
A hand falls on your shoulders, making you gasp and look back.
“Y/N,” your dad whispers.
“Daddy,” you mutter, “you have to help me. Please. Please.”
“Oh baby…”
You shake your head as he cradles your face in his hands.
“Dad,” you cry out desperately. “Please!”
He shakes his head, and tears fill his eyes only because he sees the heartbreak in your eyes as you hold your partner's dead body in your arms.
“He’s gone,” your dad says.
No.
No.
No…
You pull your face away from your dads hold to look back at Henry, and lay your head on his chest.
He’s gone and there’s nothing you can do about it. Again. Someone else is gone and you can’t do anything about it. So you close your eyes and cry against him out of defeat, heartbreak, and agony.
“We can bury them,” your dad says softly. “Come on.”
Slowly he takes his body from you, and you let him, and just sit there. He takes Sam’s body soon thereafter, you can’t tell when, time just loses meaning, it all blends together.
Eventually you make it outside to where your dad and Ellie had buried Henry and Sam. You don’t know how, or when exactly you walked out, but feel the chilly breeze of the morning hit you, you feel the brightness burn your retinas for a moment until you grow accustomed to the brightness.
You see them no longer, only dirt over two unmarked graves. You feel only tears roll down your cheeks, and that agony in your heart as you realize you’ll never see them again, you won’t go to Jackson together.
You sit between their graves and just lose your gaze on the grass brushing against the wind. You sit there cold and hopeless. You sit there even as Ellie puts Sam’s board down on his grave, as you hear her speak to your dad once she’s up and behind you.
“Which ways west?” She asks.
There’s silence before there’s retreating footsteps. You were moving on, you had to, there was no one else to wait for now, there was no one else to go with now.
“Y/N,” your dad breaks the silence. “I have to tell you something…”
You keep your eyes lost on the grass, and wait for him to continue.
“Ellie…she’s immune…”
Is this some joke? Some sick fucking joke?
You gasp and peer at him over your shoulder to shoot him a disgusted glare.
“Dont,” you croak because of all of your crying. “Don’t fucking joke.”
He stands there with a serious, deadpanned look on his face. “I’m not,” he assures you. “It’s true, I saw her get bit and she didn’t turn. Do you really think I would joke about that?”
You blink in disbelief and look back at the grass ahead of you.
Joining the fireflies built a hope in you that maybe there was a chance for the world to get better. It was hard not to believe what they believed in, for a hope for humanity. A hope that could’ve saved so many lost friends…that could’ve saved Sam. So hearing this now coming out of your dads lips isn’t completely unbelievable, not to you.
“That’s why I need to take her to your uncle Tommy,” he continues. “So he can take her to the Fireflies.”
So he? He?
As if a bucket of cold water had just been dumped on you, now you’re hit with a cold reminder, your anger towards your father. Those words he just spoke trigger it, the heartbreak you bear now only fuels it, blinding you with rage.
“So what?” You scoff, and stand up to spin around and face him with that burning anger in your watery eyes. “You’re going to dump another one of your burdens on uncle Tommy? Just like you did me?”
Your dad shakes his head and mutters out, “you’re just upset. Let’s go, we can talk about it later.”
You shake your head and step towards him to continue. “I have every right to be upset! I have every right to be mad at you, you left me,” you whisper and feel angry tears now roll down your cheeks. “You…you!” You cry out and hit his chest.
“Y/N,” he mutters and averts his gaze.
You swallow back the thick lump that grows in your throat and spat back. “Why? Hm? All I ever did was love you, even if you were mean—”
“I kept you alive,” he cuts you off bluntly with his eyes barely on you.
“Yes,” you scoff. “But I still needed my dad….” Your voice quivers. “And…you still left…Why? W-was it because I…was never good enough for you? I’m sorry….I’m sorry I wasn’t the perfect daughter, I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough then. I’m sorry I wasn’t worthy enough for you to stay with me, for you to take me with you.” You sniffle and wipe away your tears. “I'm sorry I wasn't important enough for you to call me throughout all those years. I waited,“ you mumble. “I did. But no.” You shake your head and wipe your tears away.
“I just hope you don’t hurt that girl the same you did me,” you continue. “I hope she’s the daughter I never was for you.” You scoff and hit your hands against your thighs.
“No, don’t say that,” he interjects. “And don’t pit your anger against her.”
You let out a shaky sigh and tilt your head down slightly as you keep your eyes on him. “I’ll take you to uncle Tommy,” you add bluntly. “But that’s it. I’m done with you after that.” You shove past him and pick up your backpack and rifle off the floor. You make it to the street but stop to add one more thing as you see Ellie a few feet away waiting for you and your dad to catch up.
“I won’t pit my anger against her. I just hope you do better.”
——
*A MONTH LATER*
It was quiet. Not outside; you can hear the birds chirping their morning song as the sun slowly rises, you can hear Ellie shuffling on the ground restlessly. It’s quiet inside your mind.
At first, those first few days after, your mind raced with different possibilities, denial, different outcomes…hopes. It was loud with anger, but now it’s quiet. Now as you hold the cold gold sun pin in your fingers your mind is just absolutely quiet, all there is is a picture of him, Henry, in your head.
There’s a coldness in your heart. Another gap missing that he and Sam left. It makes those nights you had to sleep, sleepless, restless. Like now. Your dad let you sleep, but you couldn’t keep your eyes closed, you couldn’t get that….that scene of a month ago out of your head. Everytime you close your eyes you see Henry and Sam, see them lying on the ground with blood around them. Their deaths replay in your head over and over again until you open your eyes. So it’s easier just to stay awake and study the sun pin in the silence….
Then again it’s not so quiet outside….Ellie keeps moving. You flip to your other side and the first thing that you notice is your dad passed out…
What a damn good watchman. Old man.
Pft.
You drift your eyes across from you and see Ellie has her back turned to you. She’s still for like a minute before she moves again.
Maybe she’s thinking about them too? Because she can’t be asleep with all that moving.
You haven’t talked to her since it happened—no, lies you did but it was just like a few words, “do you want some of my food?” “Do you want to help me keep watch?”. She was always eager for both, but beside that nothing else was said. And you do know what grief is, you know how it feels, she may not have known them long, but Sam and her still bonded, their deaths were still…impactful…
It’s not like your dad has talked about it anyway. It’s not like he would.
“Hey,” you whisper and stretch your foot out to tap her. “Are you awake?”
There’s a second of silence before Ellie slowly looks back and looks a bit disbelieved. “Yes,” she mutters.
You spare one glance at your dad to make sure he’s still sleeping before you continue. “Do you want to go for a walk? He passed out.”
Ellie pulls down her sweater and looks down to see for herself before she meets your gaze and answers hesitantly. “Sure.”
You smile softly and tuck the pin in your pocket before you get up, and very carefully grab your backpack and gun off the ground. Ellie grabs her gun and leaves her backpack where it is. As you head out she just does one more double take to make sure your dad is still sleeping, before she runs over to catch up to you heading to the windmill that’s across the small abandoned farmhouse you were camping at for the night.
“So,” Ellie rolls out with a slow head nod. “Can I hold your gun?”
You hold onto your backpack strap and look over at her with slight curiosity. “Do you know how to use it?” You ask her.
Ellie shakes her head. “I can be taught though.”
You hum and look back at the windmill you're walking to and give her a proposition. “How about you can keep watch through the scope. Feel the weight first.”
“It’s better than nothing,” she groans.
You scoff softly in amusement and open the wooden door to let her walk in first, before you close the door and follow her up the creaky wooden stairs against the wall, until you reach a platform that’s put against the window that overlooks what was once a secluded farm.
“Here,” you interject, and put your gun down to sit on your knees so you can take off your poncho and lay it on the dirty ground. “You can sit there.” You then proceed to take off your jacket and lay it over your spot. “And I’ll sit here.” You mumble and sit back down.
Ellie looks down and hesitates. “We’re already dirty anyway.”
You shrug. “But now you won’t be cold, and you’ll be comfy.” You click your tongue.
Ellie spares you a quick glance before she sits, she wants to reach for your gun, but she suddenly stops and goes wide eyed.
“Oh my god,” she gasps and crawls closer to you. “You have tattoos! No way!” She grins and studies the tattoos on your arm. “That’s so cool.”
You smile softly, and turn your body so she can see the crescent moon tattoo shaped from curved lines; it almost looks like it was a smoke moon. She then hovers her fingers over the small stars that are scattered around the area, and then looks down at the falling angel woman. But lastly she takes her time on one in particular, a small one on your forearm.
“What’s this?” She asks and points to it.
You look down and giggle. “What did you think it is?”
Ellie scoffs and smirks. “A dick?”
You smirk. “It’s supposed to be a middle finger. My uncle Tommy and I got drunk for my 21st birthday. He wanted to give me a tattoo so he drew a hand giving the middle finger, but he, uh,” you snort. “Failed, so now I will always have a little dick tattoo.”
Ellie snickers and sits back down with your rifle in hand.
You move your arm and twist your body to show her the back tattoo. “I also have this one.” You point out.
Ellie shifts back around, and you give her a few seconds before you turn to sit back.
“That’s so cool!” She says with a smile. “I want one.”
You glance over the golden grass and smile softly. “My friend, she does tattoos. Perhaps when you’re older she can do something on you. Just don’t get it while drunk.”
“Why stars and a moon?” Ellie probes.
You shrug softly. “I liked it, and I like the Galaxy, the moon, everything.”
Ellie turns her head, and you see a wider smile. “Really? That's nice, I do too. Or more the aspect of going to space.”
You grin and look at her. “Really? That’d be cool. Like, uh,” you snap your fingers until you remember the name. “Like Sally Ride.”
Ellie's eyes go wider. “Yes!” She exclaims. “Exactly like her! Like if I could choose a way to die, I would die up there in space, after I flew up there of course.”
“Of course,” you mumble and stare up at the sweet colored sky as the sun slowly overtakes the night sky. “I mean it would be a very cool way to die. No oxygen, but a view of earth and the vacuum of space.”
Ellie follows your line of gaze and smiles softly as she nods slowly. “Yeah,” she whispers.
Silence follows after that. Deafening, but peaceful silence.
Yet that peace soon begins to turn to gloom the more the sun rises and you remember why you’re here.
“Do you,” you interject, but pause to look down at your fingers not covered by your gloves. “Do you want to talk about what happened last month?” You can’t even mention their names. Not yet. Not without it aching.
Ellie drops her gaze to focus on the fields of grass, and lets out a deep exhale before she shakes her head. “No…not really. Not yet.”
You hum softly. “That’s alright,” you assure her. “Well I’m here, you know, 24/7. If you want to talk.”
It may not be a lot to offer, but it’s those very words that meant a lot to you when you were told them by your uncle, Maria, or your friends. Yes, you haven’t been the most welcoming, or the nicest person with her, but at first you were slightly jealous, then you were too sad, but after that argument with your dad that jealousy had faded. Call it pettiness or what not, but you’re here now, and hope that at least she knows she can talk about her feelings with you and not have to hide them or brush them off.
He’d do that.
Nevertheless, there’s a brief moment of quiet before Ellie mutters in a serious tone. “Here in this windmill? Because that’s sort of inconvenient.”
You snort and break into a chuckle for the first time in a month. “You know what I meant fucker,” you mutter between laughs.
Ellie smiles proudly and nods.
Silence comes back as you keep watch, your smiles fade, but she soon interrupts. “You know I did have this problem last night actually.”
Your brows slowly furrow and you look at her with concern.
“I just stayed up all night wondering where the sun went…then it dawned on me.”
Your face slowly falls, and she looks over at you with a very proud smile. You let a second pass before you burst out laughing at her joke. She soon joins in and you’re both too lost laughing until your stomachs hurt.
When you’ve somewhat calmed down you add one you remember. “Okay, okay.” You clear your throat. “I walked into my sister's room and tripped on a bra…it was a booby trap.” You smirk.
Ellie shakes her head and laughs harder. “That was stupid.”
You nod and once again begin to laugh along with her, not realizing in that moment as you were both distracted that your dad was now inside the windmill lost listening in to the both of you.
When your laughs die down you take advantage of this moment and pull your backpack to your lap to unzip it, and pull out an additional Walkman. “I feel like you’ll enjoy this,” you tell her and then search your backpack for a specific cassette.
Ellie slowly puts down the rifle and watches you pull out a small plastic box.
“The Smiths,” you mention and open the box to insert the cassette. “Very good band.” You smile and hand her the Walkman. “Listen to it when you can, or when you can’t sleep. Just don’t lose the cassette ‘kay? It’s my friends.”
Ellie hesitantly takes the Walkman and headphones. “Are you sure?” She asks quietly.
You nod. “I have my own. I had that as a spare, but you can keep it. When you’re done with that album, let me know, I can give you more music to listen to while we find more.”
Ellie slowly smiles softly, and meets your gaze. “Thanks.” She whispers.
You offer her a smile, and don’t realize that for that moment sharing your music as Sarah once did with you, laughing with Ellie felt the best you’ve felt in a long time; you didn’t feel sad, or angry. You felt good, at peace, and a sense of familiarity you haven’t felt in years.
——
*2 MONTHS LATER*
Winter has fully embraced the earth, providing some sense of what month it can be. Between Kansas City and here you’ve lost track of the days. You know with every feeling in you that Jackson is only a couple days out.
Seeing Maria, your uncle Tommy, your friends, and your house is only a couple days out. Finally!
“You don’t seriously believe them,” Ellie remarks as she stomps out of the cabin of this old couple living a quiet life in the middle of nowhere.
Which honestly isn’t half bad. You only wish to grow old like them and live with….with someone…
“They’ve lived here a long time,” your dad rebuttals as he leads the way off the property. He then stops and looks back as he hears only one pair of footsteps following him.
You then proceed to stop too and glance back, catching Ellie robbing one of the rabbits that the man that had found you killed.
“Put that back,” he tells her and then continues to lead the way.
“What about you, y/n, I mean you’ve lived around here,” Ellie pulls you into the conversation.
You scoff softly and wait for her to catch up. “Well all I’ll say is that it’s a bunch of superstition, okay?” You tell her without giving away too much of what awaits beyond the River. “There’s no River of death, nothin’.”
“So they don’t know anything?” She points out and falls beside you, letting you finally continue to follow your dad. “Because they’ve also never heard of the Fireflies.”
“It’s hard to hear much living so secluded,” you explain and look ahead, catching in that moment your dad stops and leans against a wooden pole.
Is he really that scared of some fear the old couple have? Because it’s only to scare people away, it isn’t true.
Is he still tired? He’s panting.
“Joel? Joel?” Ellie calls out, and shares a slightly concerned and confused look with you before she walks over to him, while you watch him with higher concern that freezes you a bit.
“Joel, are you okay?” She asks and gets closer to him as he stays leaning against the pole. “Joel?”
“Shut up,” he quips at her.
You blink and snap out of your stupor to make your way to him too. “Dad,” you call out.
“Holy shit, are you dying?” Ellie remarks, making that fear you didn’t feel before spark now at the sound of her words, even if he shakes his head.
Is it his heart? He is old now.
What if it is his heart?
“Dad?” You call out and walk past Ellie to look at his face, noticing his eyes are closed and his hand is in a tight fist. It’s like he’s in pain…
“I’m okay,” he mutters breathlessly.
You know you haven’t talked much in the past three months, your anger is still pretty alive and heightened to the point you can’t hold his gaze sometimes for more than a few seconds. But he still is your dad, and you still do very much love him…more than anything. It’s just hard being with him right now. It’s hard.
“Okay, okay,” he keeps repeating, and you grow more concerned.
“Okay, are you okay? It doesn’t sound like you are,” Ellie keeps panicking.
“I’m fine.”
“But are you because just a reminder that if you’re dead, I’m fucked—”
“Ellie,” you warn, and step closer to him. You feel like freezing, like covering your ears at the sight of his trouble, but you muster the strength to carefully grab his arm, and call to him again. “Daddy.”
As if snapped back to reality by your touch, and your voice so close, he snaps his eyes to you and calms his breathing immediately.
“Are you okay?” You ask him.
He swallows thickly and holds your gaze for a moment before he snaps back. “I said I’m fine.”
Huh. You pull your hand away and nod. “Okay.”
“It’s just the cold air all of a sudden,” he explains what can be true, but what sounds like bullshit.
“All right,” Ellie says and continues to walk ahead. “Uh, so let’s go and find Tommy and the Fireflies.”
You linger your gaze on your dad for a few more seconds as you try to find some sort of symptom. But he did brush Ellie and you off harshly so, instead you leave him be and follow after Ellie.
“It’s gonna be easy,” Ellie adds and almost trips going up the snowy hill. “All we have to do is cross the River of Death.”
You roll your eyes at the fact that she’s believing it so easily, but still don’t try to correct anyone. Instead you comment on something to lighten the mood.
“We might have to wait to find the Fireflies.”
Ellie looks back with slight concern and presses. “Why?”
You look down at the snow you’re walking over and smirk. “Well it’s not summer yet.” You look up at her and shoot her a smile.
Ellie rolls her eyes and looks back. “That was stupid,” she remarks as she hides her amused smile.
“You liked it,” you mutter and pull on your backpack straps to tighten them. “You know it.”
“Maybe I can laugh at all your jokes if you teach me what you did back there, to that guy in Kansas City a few months ago,” she says.
She saw that?
You let out a soft sigh, and brush away what threatens to resurface about Sam and Henry to solely focus on what she wants. “Well, one, you don’t gotta pretend to like my jokes to get something out of me. You could've just asked.”
Ellie shrugs. “I ask Joel to teach me stuff and he says no,” she argues. “I thought you’d be the same.”
You scoff. “Well no, I ain't. And two, always read the room, Kathleen prided herself on loyalty, she wasn’t going to risk letting me kill the guy. I knew that so I acted,” you share your technique.
“Uh, huh,” Ellie notes everything down mentally.
“Two, body stance, look at how they’re standing, how tight their finger is on the trigger, if it’s too tight you’ll get shot at that moment,” you continue. “Three, act fast, hit the weak points to paralyze them. Men, the groin is a good one, for both men and women, throat, eyes, knees, temple, nose, jaw and shins. And then get them to the ground, or your stance of choice to threaten them. But always make sure they can’t and aren’t reaching for any weapons, okay? You’ll lose the higher ground if they do.”
Ellie looks over her shoulder, showing off her little smirk. “Okay, got that, but now what about a physical demonstration?” She asks.
You nod. “Sure, once we find somewhere to camp.”
Ellie shoots you a partial grin and nods in comprehension. “Cool.” She looks back ahead. “Your joke was stupid by the way.”
You snicker and run up to catch up to her. “Yeah. How about yours, Will Livingston, huh?”
She snickers and shrugs, bringing silence that follows the three of you for a while. You just walk, walk and walk for miles, down hills, up them, past dryer terrain and even snowier ground. Past a horizon of the setting sun, and under clear skies. All up until you reach a valley that overlooks the river the couple had mentioned on the map your dad insists on carrying even if they have you guiding the way
“The River of Death,” Ellie comments. “Scary.”
“Don’t start,“ your dad warns her bluntly.
You on the other hand watch the distant running river and sigh with relief. You’re almost home.
“It’s too close to dark,” your dad mentions. “There’s some caves along the river. We’ll set up camp there, cross in the mornin’.”
“Good,” Ellie says. “I'm starving. Should’ve stolen two rabbits.”
“We can get our own rabbits,” your dad counters.
You scoff at his comment, and see him give you a side eye.
“You gonna teach me how?” Ellie asks with hope.
Only to be shot down by your dad. “Just keep movin’.”
“Y/N?” Ellie now drifts her question to you.
You look over at her and think for a few seconds before nodding. “Sure let's just get more bullets first, or maybe a bow and arrow.”
Ellie snaps her eyes to your dad and shoots him a smirk. “See,” she quips. “Someone’s nice.” And then she proceeds to continue walking.
You scoff and roll your eyes before you also proceed to continue walking even more. Luckily this time you don’t end up walking far, your dad finds a cave somewhat deep in the woods to set up your last camp.
As always you’re all quick to eat as that’s what you’re looking forward to the most throughout the long days of walking, and avoiding danger. As always it’s quiet between you and him. He doesn’t attempt to talk to you, nor do you attempt to talk to him. Something stands in the way now, a tension…a fear that runs in the both of you.
The one thing that fills the awkward and tension filled silence is Ellie.
“Oh my god!” She exclaims and jumps off her seat to run off towards the giant rock in front of the cave.
“Ellie,” your dad mutters.
You look up from your food and see the sky beginning to glow as it fills with beautiful dancing colors of bright green, and hints of purple light. Northern lights.
You smile softly and shove the last bit of food in your mouth before you follow Ellie towards the rock to get a better view of them from the top.
“Beautiful huh? You know why they happen?” You ask Ellie as you sit beside her on the rock.
Ellie keeps her head up to continue admiring the dancing hues, and shakes her head. “Do you?” She redirects.
You hum and nod. “I read it in a book once, it happens when charged particles collide with gasses in Earth's upper atmosphere. Those collisions then produce tiny flashes that fill the sky with colorful light.”
Ellie looks down and meets your gaze. “Hm, interesting.” She says sincerely with a soft smile as she looks up again.
“There’s a lot of lore behind them, different beliefs,” you add quietly. “Some people think of them as bad omen, others as positive….what really stuck with me is this one belief I got told once by an old lady in Jackson…” you pause and slowly look down at your hands as that sadness, that grief, that agony, presents itself in you again after having pushed it away all day.
“She said that the lights are the souls of the departed…ancestors, those….” You swallow thickly and feel your eyes and throat begin to sting. “You lost.” You reach in your pocket and pull out the sun pin you kept inside, you fiddle with it and watch it reflect the lights that dance above.
“I like that one,” Ellie whispers.
You nod as your eyes fill with tears. “Me too.” You let out a deep sigh and flicker your eyes up to watch the sky again, to admire its beauty.
Ellie and you stay up there, basking in the lights and the silence until your dad whistles and cuts in. “Come down from there. Y’all gonna break your necks.”
Impossible….maybe a sore neck…
Regardless you both climb down and huddle back near the fire.
“Ah,” Ellie interjects. “Can I have some?”
You put the pin away and glance over at your dad, noticing the flask of alcohol in his hand.
“No.” He shakes his head.
“What?” Ellie argues. “Just to warm up. C’mon.”
Your dad rolls his eyes slightly but gives in, making you pass the flask to Ellie.
“Thanks,” she mutters, and looks at the metal flask for a second before raising it up as a speechless cheers.
You think she’d hesitate to take a sip, but she takes the drink without a fight.
Honestly, it’s very funny. Especially when she pulls it down and scrunches her face in disgust.
“Yep,” she groans. “Still gross.” She nudges it to you now. “Sip?”
You look at it and shake your head. “I’m fine. Thanks.” You grab the flask and hand it back to your dad.
“So I’ve been thinking,” Ellie continues to fill the silence.
“Hm?” You probe curiously, and press your hands down on the cold ground to lean back.
“Let’s say we find the Fireflies,” she says, “it all works, they draw my blood and put it through some of their fancy machines and make a cure.”
“Okay?” You hear your dad say.
“Then what? Like, what do we do?”
“Oh, it’s we?” Your dad retorts, kind of rudely may you add.
“Okay,” Ellie corrects herself. “Fine. Whatever. You. You can do anything you want. Where are you going? What are you doing?”
That’s an interesting question.
You glance over at your dad and wait.
“It’s never been an option,” he answers and looks up to the sky as he clears his throat. “Maybe,” he sighs. “An old farmhouse, some land, a ranch.”
He’s said that once, when you were young, he said he was working to get one, that you could all have all the free space you wanted, you could have horses, sheep, dogs, cats and goats. He’d said that once he’s old Sarah and you could live with him to take care of him and the animals. He always liked to talk about it.
Of course that was pre outbreak. You never heard that dream after. It’s nice that it hasn’t changed.
“Cool,” Ellie comments, but you can’t tell if she’s teasing him or actually interested. “What kind?”
“Sheep. I would raise sheep.”
You glance down at the fire and smile softly.
“Sheep,” Ellie whispers.
“They’re quiet,” your dad adds, making you snort softly. “Do what they’re told.”
You stifle your laugh and glance over at Ellie since you know it’s a jab at her.
“Yeah, yeah,” Ellie gets it. “Okay. So, just you and a buncha sheep. Romantic.”
You smile and spare your dad one teasing glance. He feels your gaze, he sees your smile finally directed at him after three months, and sighs softly.
“What about you, y/n?” Ellie asks.
You glance at her and then watch the dancing lights in the sky. “Well when I was young I wanted to be a performer like Britney Spears.” You grin proudly.
“Who?” Ellie queries, but you don’t have time to answer since you continue.
“But now I want to become a movie star,” you smirk and look down at her. “An actress who stars in big movies. Like Halle Berry, Kate Winslet, Kristen Dunst, Uma Thurman, Winona Ryder, and my favorite, and my idol, Audrey Hepburn.” You beam at her and nod slowly.
Ellie squints and shakes her head. “I’ve heard of none of them.”
“You will soon enough, and you’ll know my name as well. Y/N Miller,” you throw your hands up in the air and glance at your dad with that grin, noticing him listening with intent and the corner of his lips slightly raised. “Famous movie star. Survivalist. And the most talented and prettiest.”
Ellie snorts and nods along again. “I actually think that’s pretty cool. I mean you’ll probably be the only one, but it’s nice.”
“Thank you,” you beam at her and put your hands down. “I won’t forget to mention you in my speech when I win my Oscar.” You wink and then press her now. “What about you? Where are you gonna go?”
Ellie gently punches her legs and looks up. “It’s probably because I grew up in the QZ. Behind you, there’s ocean, and ahead of you, there’s a wall.” She looks down between you and your dad. “Nowhere else to look but up. I read everything I could in the school library. Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, Jim Lovell. But you know who my favorite is?”
Yes.
“Sally Ride,” your dad guesses correctly.
“Sally fuckin’ Ride!” She whispers excitedly. “Best astronaut name ever.”
You smile softly and in admiration. Silence follows, and her own smile fades, her gaze gets lost ahead of her, and you sense sorrow.
“It’ll work, right?” She then asks, making your smile fall. “The vaccine?”
You sigh and sit up to drag your legs against your chest, and hug them tightly.
“It’s a little late to start wonderin’” your dad retorts.
“I tried,” she says. “With Sam.”
Your frown immediately deepens, and your heart begins to sink.
“Tried what?” Your dad probes.
“I knew he was infected,” Ellie answers, and you see her glance at you. “I rubbed some of my blood into his bite. I know. I know it was stupid. But I…I wanted to save him.”
Your eyes water again, that anguish crawls back up, and memories haunt you.
“Well, I reckon it’s a lot more complicated than that,” your dad tells her. “Marlene, she’s a lotta things, but she’s no fool. If she says they can do it, they can do it.”
They hope….you hope too.
For him. For Sam.
After that silence returns, which is abruptly interrupted. “Who wants to take first watch and second watch?” Ellie asks to change the subject.
You part your lips to volunteer, but your dad quickly interrupts before you can.
“I’ll do both. you girls should get some sleep.”
You snap your eyes to him and get ready to argue, but once again he beats you to it.
“Y/N, it’s okay, I can do it. Tomorrow we’ll be with Tommy, and I can sleep then.”
You hesitate for a moment but you know you’ll get nowhere, so you give in.
“Dream of sheep ranches on the moon,” he adds as you and Ellie grab your sleeping bags.
“I will,” Ellie agrees. And you just scoff softly and leave it at that.
——
Sleep comes, but you don’t last long, eventually the nightmares take over; the same ones from the past three months, and all you can do is stay up to avoid seeing all of it. It would make a boring and long night, but you find yourself entertained by watching your dad.
He sits against the cave wall, he watches the sky, he watches the dark shadows in the forest, and occasionally he glances over to watch you and Ellie sleep. He seems to be looking for something, a sign of life. Once he finds it he’d look away and go back to keeping watch. That’s when your head spins and you begin to wonder why he left you?
What was his reason? Grief?
Because you feel it, you understand it. Perhaps not before, not the moment you lost Sarah, but after losing Henry?
That need to just go away, to cave into yourself, to hide and never come out? To…not keep going, to just end it as it seems like life has little meaning? You understand that. You want to do it everyday. Is that why?
Or was it fear? Just cause?
Did you do something wrong?
Or were you not enough? Were you not…her?
If you could, you'd bring her back to him. If somehow there was a chance, you would. You’d bring back Sam and Henry. Even if it meant you’d be gone forever, you’d do it.
If seeing Sarah again would make him happy you’d do it. Anger and resentment aside, you’d do it….
Nevertheless…as you’re caught up in your own thoughts, he ends up passing out.
What an old man.
To keep him that way so he can get the rest he needs you get up and keep watch for him. Ellie soon joins you and you let sleep as you both keep watch while the sun rises again, and the day turns bright.
During your watch you taught Ellie the move she wanted to learn; which she learns fast and gets very happy about. You talked about stupid stuff, and then watched some more until he woke up abruptly.
“Still mumbling in your sleep,” Ellie comments as he looks up panicked. “We woke up early. You were passed out, so we took second watch.”
“Y/N,” your dad scolds you.
You just shrug and brush him off.
“You gotta wake me up if that happens,” he rebuttals and gets up. “You can’t do things like this, Ellie.”
“But I can,” she counters sassily. “‘Cause I just did. Besides, y/n was with me the entire time.”
“She’s older, she knows stuff,” he quickly snaps back. “She’s not responsible for you, I am, okay?”
“Then don’t fall asleep,” she sasses him. “We were quiet, We checked our six, we looked for tracks, we found the high ground, and we kept watch,” she assures him as he gets near. “like you and she taught me too. And y/n let me hold the gun the entire time.” She quips and shares a proud glance with you. “What can I say, man? I'm a natural.”
“Uh-huh,” he nods. “Give her the gun.”
Ellie sighs and turns to hand you back your gun. You then proceed to hang it around your shoulder, and listen to him direct her a comment.
“You wake me up next time.”
“Yes, sir,” Ellie agrees. “But only if y/n is not here.” She shoots him a smile.
Your dad rolls his eyes and groans. “Fine,” he says in defeat. “C’mon pack up, let’s get goin’.”
As usual the day consists of endless fucking walking which was getting more annoying the closer you were to home. It’s like a fucking dread. And today it seemed colder out—but that’s probably due to the falling snow and the winder winds.
Once you assure Ellie and your dad that River is safe to cross, you make it to the other side and put your mask up over half of your face, you put your hood over your head to block out the cold and keep as warm as you can.
The closer you got home, the more the grounds seemed familiar, the more your excitement rose. That becomes especially so as you get close to the dam.
“We’re almost there,” you squeal. “We’re almost home.” You quicken your pace, but look back as you the sound of Ellie blowing out air catches your attention. “Whatcha doin’?”
“I’m learning how to whistle,” she explains as she catches both you and your dad looking back at her now.
“You don’t know how to whistle?” Your dad queries.
Ellie pulls her hand out of her mouth to rebuttal. “Does it sound like I know how to whistle?”
“No,” you retort and look back ahead. “Just put your lips together and blow.
“I’ve tried that! It doesn’t work!”
You smirk and do it yourself before you look back at her to do it again.
Ellie shoots you a pointed glare and drops her hand to her side. “Well now you're just showing off,” she spats. “No one likes a show off.”
You smirk and counter. “Everyone likes me, so I guess it’s wrong.”
Ellie scoffs. “Have you ever heard of the word humble? Won’t hurt to know its definition.”
You grin and look ahead. “I do know it actually.” You whistle one more to piss her off.
This time she doesn’t retort back, instead you suddenly feel a snowball hit your back.
“Hey!” You exclaim and look back.
Ellie shoots you a smirk. “Show off,” she quips without shame.
You let out a small huff and stop walking to bend down and make a snowball. Ellie knows what you’re going to do and begins to walk back with a grin.
“Don’t,” she laughs and puts her hand out.
“Whistle,” you say. “And I won’t throw it. Oh wait,” you snicker. “You can’t.”
Ellie quickly bends down and collects a snowball, causing you guys to stay at a standstill to wait who’d throw it first.
“Throw it and I’ll push you in,” she threatens.
You begin to walk back and taunt her again with a whistle.
“Fucker!” Ellie runs and throws it, but you manage to turn out of the way, and it ends up hitting the back of your dads legs.
Ellie’s eyes go wide, and you and her stifle your laughs as he stops and looks back.
“It was me,” she admits with a smirk, and you let your snowball fall, and snicker.
Your dad looks between the two of you, he lets his gaze linger without saying anything. And when he does break his gaze away it’s to glance down at his wrist for a second before he lifts his eyes and lets out a deep annoyed sigh. “Enough foolin’ around, let’s go.” He grumbles and turns to continue on ahead, causing you guys to follow after him now.
“You guys should teach me how to hunt. Like, seriously,” Ellie says.
“Huh,” your dad breathes out.
“Huh,” Ellie mocks. “Like she’s a girl. she can’t handle it.”
“You can handle the shootin’” you assure her.
“Not so sure about the dressin’?” Your dad adds on to your comment.
“What’s the dressin’?” Ellie asks.
You look over at her and explain it to her. “It’s when you take the guts out.”
Ellie nods as she falls behind. “Oh, yeah. Why do they call it dressing? It’s like, you should call it undressing ‘cause it is. It’s like undressing from the inside.”
You hum in agreement and think about it now too.
“Still interested, though.” Ellie adds.
“I told you,” you tell her and grin as you see glimpses of the dam coming up. “Let’s just get more bullets, and we can do it.” You then run up ahead and stop at the top of the hill that overlooks the running water that goes through the dam.
Ellie and your dad catch up, and Ellie of course adds something to specialize the moment. “Dam.”
You and your dad share a judgmental gaze before he retorts for you. “You’re no Will Livingston.”
“Yeah, yeah, but who is?” She rebuttals. “So that made electricity?”
“Yeah,” your dad answers her. “Don’t ask me. I don’t have a clue.”
You smile wider and linger in your spot for a moment before you continue walking.
“You know, you could’ve just made something up,” Ellie interjects as they both follow you now whilst you try hard not to just run home out of pure joy. “I would’ve believed you.”
“You know,” you add on as you walk down, past the dam. “The dam still provides electricity. I’ve been told how, but I forgot, but there is light in Jackson, trust me.”
“Huh,” Ellie huffs out. “Well we're almost there aren’t we? We’ll see.”
“Yeah.” You mutter. “We will.”
Once you make it down you each step makes your heart beat pick up, each other footstep makes you wary since you know that the rangers out on pontrol should probably be approaching. It’s rare that they’d miss spotting the three of you.
“Look at that River,” Ellie points out. “It’s crazy blue. Hey, Joel, what if this is the River of Death?”
You hear him stop, so you stop even with your anticipation to get home, and wait for them. You watch him pull out his map to check what you’ve already pointed out.
“We’re close,” you break the silence. “Let’s go.”
As you take a few steps ahead, you come to a quick halt as the sound of horses neighing, their running footsteps steal your attention.
Your dad takes Ellie’s hand and tries to run away, while you stay in place and watch multiple people surround you, stopping Ellie and your dad right by you.
“Get behind me,” you hear your dad tell Ellie, before he grabs your hand and tries to pull you behind him too.
However, you slip your hand away and step forward again. You’re not scared, you recognize this tactic, you know the protocol, you know it’s them.
“We ain’t lookin’ for any trouble,” your dad interjects to try to ease the tension. “We’re just passin’ through.”
You glance around at all of them, all the faces of the people that surround the three of you. Since they all have hats, and masks over their faces it’s hard to identify who’s who. You doubt much has changed as far as routines go, maybe some people have been added here and there, but it should be the same otherwise. They might recognize you and ease the tension.
Albeit just as you lower your hand to take off your mask all guns point at you
“Keep your hands up!” The man at front yells.
“Yes,” you mutter and search the crowd again for Maria, she usually likes to patrol at the gate.
Behind you a dog begins to whine; maybe it’s the alert dog…fuck that’s right. Fuck.
“Drop the guns!” The man yells again.
You snap your gaze to your dad and give him an assuring nod before you both pull your guns off your shoulders, and place them on the ground. When you’re lifting your arms again is when you reach for your mask and pull it off, you then lift your hand further and pull off your hood, finally revealing your face to those ahead of you.
Again you search the crowd and behind the man you spot her, Maria. Her eyes land on you too and you see her ease her shoulders.
The man ahead lowers his gun slightly and squints his gaze slightly. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “The child protege returns.” He scoffs and glances back, you follow his line of gaze and see Maria getting off her horse, she lowers her mask and her eyes soften—“welcome home, Sunny.”
You smile with relief, and offer him a nod.
“You’re gonna have to stay there girl,” he adds. “You know the rules.”
You nod and look at Ellie and your dad. “It’s okay,” you mutter and keep your hands at your side.
“You been near infected?” He asks.
You shake your head and try to answer, but your dad beats you to it.
“There’s no infected out here.”
“The hell there ain’t,” the guy spats back and whistles, making a dog from ahead of you bark as he’s brought over.
Then who’s whining behind you?
“Last chance for a bullet. If you’ve been infected, he will smell it and he will rip you up.”
You swallow thickly and glance over at Ellie.
Usually the dog only detects active cordyceps, hers is…dormant considering it hasn’t spread? Or is it active?
Fuck.
The dog is let go from its leash and he first begins to walk to your dad. He first smells him to make sure, and once he smells nothing he jumps up and gives the all clear. After that the dog walks over to you, he smells your feet and your legs, before jumps on you and gives you the all clear.
“Good boy,” you coo at him and scratch him behind the ears.
The dog happily wags his tail before getting on all fours to walk back to his handler.
“Like I said, we’ll just move on,” your dad interjects. But it’s not that easy, they still need to make sure Ellie is clear. You can’t move otherwise, not even to greet Maria that is itching to meet up with you as much as you are to meet up with her.
“Now her,” they point to Ellie.
Your heart begins to race, and your mind begins to race faster. The dog begins to growl as he creeps towards her, so you look at your dad to see what he’d do, but you see that he’s frozen…he’s…frozen.
He must truly care about her….
Fuck.
You step back and face Ellie, and she looks over at you at that moment too to express her concern since your dad wouldn’t turn to face her.
“It's okay,” you mouth to her as the dog gets closer. “It’s okay.” You discreetly reach your fingers for your holstered gun. If the dog does detect the cordyceps then you’ll have to…wound it so he doesn’t hurt her, they’ll all probably hate you for it, but you can’t let her die.
The dog gets closer, he smells her for a few seconds before he looks up at her. You hold your breath and clench your jaw.
Ellie glances at you again, and you step forward, but the dog then barks and jumps on her, giving the all clear, and letting you relax and exhale deeply.
“Hi,” Ellie giggles and crouches down to pet the dog and let him lick her. “Hi!”
Now that he isn’t going to kill her, you look at the guy for the okay.
He catches you and points to Maria with his eyes. You immediately beam as your eyes begin to sting, and don’t wait a moment longer to break into a run towards her, meeting her halfway.
“Oh god,” she whispers as she throws her arms around you. “You’re here. You’ve been gone too long.”
You nod and ball up the material of her jacket in your fists as you nuzzle your head against her shoulder.
“I’m home,” your voice quivers, forgetting those you came with as you’re basked by the joy, and warmth of being in her arms again. It’s why you miss the curious stare of your dad, the confusion that grows within him, whilst Ellie begins to feel a spark of something deep within her, something she hasn’t felt about you before, jealousy…not for what you might have with Maria, but over how she holds you and what it can mean.
Sure at first she was slightly jealous of you, of how your father showed you affection, but that soon disappeared, quickly actually; the moment she saw you take down that man. And now after 3 months, after witnessing what happened 3 months ago together. After 2 months of you teaching her things she didn't know, things she wanted to know, now after having someone to talk to, someone to laugh with. Now after finally having another woman to bond with her instead of just your dad. After having no one but you and your dad, she’s grown quite attached to you too.
She knew you were heading home to your family, but something in her hoped you wouldn't be so overjoyed, she didn’t want you to stay with them. She wanted just you, your dad, and her. Even if she noticed how you and your dad barely even talked at the moment.
“You’re never leaving,” Maria says and rests her chin on your head. “You understand that?”
You laugh and nod. “Not plannin’ to.”
Maria tightens her hold around you for one more lingering second before she pulls back to grab your shoulders and look at you in the face, to see the happy tears that roll down your cheeks.
“Tommy is going to freak out,” she says with a happy smile. “I was so worried,” she sighs and caresses your cheeks as she looks deep into your eyes.
You try to hide it well, the sadness brought by your still very much active grief, but can she tell in this small interaction?
“I’m home now,” you assure her. “I’m okay.”
“Are you?” She asks.
You nod and offer her a brighter smile. “I…am.”
She hums, and caresses your chin once more before letting you go, and letting you turn to introduce who you’re here with now that you remember that you’re still surrounded. But before you can, a big red bloodhound comes running at you and tackles you to the ground with all its force to start licking you, and whining out of joy.
“Hey!” You hear Ellie exclaim with concern.
“Ahh,” you groan and keep tilting your head away so you wouldn’t be licked in your mouth. “That’s a good boy, Achilles,” you tell him. “I missed you too man, but you’re heavy.”
“Maybe he’ll help you get cleaned up,” you hear someone say as they approach you. “Achilles, get off her man.”
The dog does as he’s told, letting someone else come to view as they stand above you now, blocking the natural bright light that almost blinds you, but shines around his head like he’s some majestic being.
“Fuck,” he gasps and throws his hand out to offer it to you.
As if it can be possible you grin brighter at the sight of his familiar soft brown eyes that gleam with happiness, and his beaming smile that spreads on his square jaw. You take his hand and let him help you off the ground, you stay there in front of each of other for a lingering moment just staring at one another with longing that comes rushing back at you—you also notice he doesn’t seem to aged much, he looks pretty much the same, except for his hair, it’s longer, fluffier, and no longer shaven.
It looks good that way. It’s nice to see him again. seeing your best friend since you joined the fireflies years ago brings even more ease to your wounded heart. It makes you excited, so much so that you squeal before you throw your arms around his neck.
“Jesus,” he mutters as he holds onto you. “I knew you’d make it.” He nuzzles his head against your shoulder, and you close your eyes to nuzzle your face against him.
“I’m finally home,” you whisper as if you can’t believe it.
He hums and begins to rub your back, he lets you bask in his embrace until you’re the one that wants to let go.
“You grew out your hair,” you point out with a smile and brush back the ends of his hair. “I like it.”
You begin to turn to face your dad and Ellie, but he turns with you to keep holding your gaze with a soft look that matches yours.
“Yeah,” he scoffs and grows cocky. “I knew you were coming, so I was like, I’m going to grow it for her since I know she likes it that way.”
You roll your eyes, but keep your smile as you walk past him to face your dad and Ellie now.
“They’re okay,” you assure the group. “They’re with me. That man is,” you exhale and share a glance with Maria. “My dad, Joel, the girl is Ellie.”
Slowly they both put their hands down, but the guns remain pointed.
“You vouch for them?” The guy asks you.
You glance at him and meet his gaze to nod. “Yep.”
The guy nods in comprehension and lowers his gun, letting the others do the same.
“Let’s get them on some horses and get them inside,” the guy instructs.
You glance at Ellie and your dad once before you turn on your heels to follow Maria.
“That’s your dad?” Apollo asks quietly beside you as he makes his horse, and his dog Achilles follows him as you all head home. “Are you gonna present me or what?”
“Shut up, Apollo,” you snap back and nudge him.
Apollo laughs and looks back. “I kinda see it between him and Tommy.”
You giggle. “Well they are brothers. You and Atlas look alike for that same reason.”
“You and your sister didn't look alike,” Apollo quickly rebuttals.
You huff out. “‘Cause we were half sisters, duh, do you want it explained to you how that works? Mama,” you look at Maria up on her horse now. “You want to explain to Apollo how that works.”
“Don’t be an ass,” Apollo retorts and nudges you.
You giggle, and notice Maria smirk.
Not so long after that Ellie, your dad, and you are whisked to some horses, finally being able to rest your feet and not have to walk the rest of the way to Jackson. You come to recognize most of the rangers who had given you that cold welcome, and greet all those you knew and that knew you.
You weren’t inside the walls yet, you haven’t seen your uncle yet, but you did feel more safe now, more comforted now that you aren’t out in the open. Now that you’re only minutes from home.
“I can’t wait to share the hell I’ve been through these past two years,” you interject on your way home. “You guys won’t fucking believe it.”
Apollo glances over at you and narrows his gaze to quip. “Maybe.” He licks his lips and looks serious. “You should tell it in the form of a play, hm?”
He’s making fun of you, funny.
“Yeah,” you go along with him. “The adventures of y/n Miller, one woman show, the musical.” You smirk and bounce your eyebrows.
“Who would play you?” He counters. “‘Cause,” he says and sucks in air through his teeth. “I hate to break it to you, but singing isn’t for you, you can play the guitar, but it’s singing that just….” He shakes his head.
You drop your jaw, peel your eyes wide as if suddenly hit with excitement, and snap your fingers to share your thought. “I have the best idea. Maybe…your mom can do it?”
Apollo goes serious, and you stifle your laugh as you grin at him.
“Can I get a bump?” You tease him and stick your fist out at your other side to offer Ellie a fistbump since she’s riding beside you.
Ellie’s confused at first, but she doesn’t leave you hanging. Apollo shakes his head with a frown, so you now offer him your fist.
“Come on,” you encourage him. “Don’t leave me hanging, it was funny.” You giggle.
Apollo rolls his eyes but very lightly hits your fist. “Only because you’re back,” he mutters.
You shrug sweetly and shoot him a sweet smile.
“It was a lame joke,” Ellie mutters.
You roll your eyes to her and sigh. “Well, I think it works,” you assure yourself. “It was good at the moment.” You flash her a smile.
Jackson isn’t far now, you all make it there quickly by horse. That wooden wall comes to view soon, and after being gone for so long, it’s such a heavenly sight. What once felt like a trapdoor, what once felt like a cage is now nothing but paradise. Walking in was such a fucking relief too. There was instant comfort in all the buildings, some that have had some tweaks and others that remain the same.
“Welcome back home,” Maria tells you as the gates close behind you.
You shoot her a smile and continue to look around at all the people, and then focus on the Christmas decorations, letting you know come up to date with what month it was; December! It’s almost Christmas!
Yet, even as happy as you feel, there’s a sadness that stabs your heart, that reminds you of that pain…
Henry and Sam should be here. They should’ve made it this far, they should’ve seen all this. You promised them…
“Y/N?!”
You snap away from your thoughts and look behind you where the call had come from, that’s when you see another familiar face, a close friend from your firefly days, and Apollo’s younger brother.
You turn your frown the other way around so they won’t worry. “Atlas!” You call out and climb off the horse, letting the man behind you take it for you.
“I knew it was you!” Atlas exclaims as you both run to meet halfway in an embrace. “Holy fuck!” He chuckles. “Fuck! I thought you were dead!”
You laugh softly and pat his back. “I made it, like I said I would.”
He smiles and caresses the back of your neck with his soft hands. “We missed you. Home wasn’t the same without you.”
You pull back and offer him a happy smile. “You haven’t aged,” you point out.
“Nah,” he winks. “Just got more handsome.”
You scrunch your nose in disgust and pull away from him completely.
Atlas smirks and glances at the pair you came in with as they walk away further in town. “You’ve brought company.”
You nod and turn to walk after them now, seeing Apollo approach on foot. “Yeah, that’s my dad,” you let Atlas know.
Atlas snaps his head to you and furrows his thick dark eyebrows. “No fucking way. Like, your dad, dad?”
Why are they so in disbelief that he’s your dad? Is there something you’re missing?
“Yeah.” You nod and scoff. “Him.” You let out a sigh and watch Apollo fall by your other side now. “I’ve got a question,” you abruptly change the subject as curiosity grows. “Are you still with redhead Jessica?”
Atlas begins to snicker, but Apollo answers before his brother can blurt the news.
“We broke up.”
You perk up instantly.
“Yeah,” Atlas bounces off his brother's announcement. “She cheated on him.” He smirks.
What a relief…not the cheating part.
Well…kinda…
“Yeah,” Apollo sighs as he shoots his brother a glare. “It happened like a year ago.”
You smile and let him see it. “Bad news, told ya.”
“Whatever,” Apollo retorts.
“Atlas! You rangle up stragglers?!” You hear a woman shout.
Apollo and you snap your heads to the side, seeing Atlas spin around to walk backwards so he can look at the young girls that had spoken to him.
“Yep!” Atlas lies. “Bad ones too! I spotted them myself, kept them from getting shot.”
You and Apollo share an amused and judgemental look before continuing to watch Atlas, noticing at that moment a pile of shit that one of the horses dropped just now; and Atlas was walking right towards it.
“A thousand that he steps in it,” you offer Apollo.
Your friend scoffs and shakes his head. “No need, he’s going to step in it.”
You both snicker and watch Atlas continue to walk back.
“Let’s meet later while everyone is at the movies, I’ll tell you all about it, and my recent patrol!”
The girls giggle and nod. “Let’s do it!” One of the girls accepts.
Atlas shoots them a wink, and as he does he runs into the pile of hot horse shit.
Without looking, as if you hadn’t ever left, Apollo and you share a proud highfive at his brother's carelessness.
“Oh man!” Atlas exclaims. “What the hell?!”
“Y/N?!” Someone yells, this one more familiar and soothing than before.
You snap your eyes ahead, and there in the middle of the crowd that had greeted you outside the gates, beside your dad, is your uncle Tommy.
“Uncle Tommy!” You call back with instant tears filling your eyes as you’re slammed with unmeasurable relief, more bliss than you’ve felt since you saw your dad for the first time.
Your uncle Tommy smiles softly and without hesitation, before wasting another second you both break through barriers of space to collide, to throw your arms around one another and hold each other.
“Oh, babygirl,” he whispers as he caresses your back, and holds you in his arms tightly as if he would lose you if his hold was too loose.
“Uncle Tommy,” you cry after not being able to hold it any longer.
“Oh,” he breathes out. “My sweet Sunny.”
As you held him, as you cried into his shoulder, you felt finally home, secured. This was home. Him. Uncle Tommy. For so long he was all you had after your dad left, for so long even when your dad was there he was the light that didn’t flicker away. He was the hope you almost lost. He was home, just as much as you were his.
Yes, as you hugged him, as you held him close you did notice the faint look of hurt in your dads eyes as he saw the interaction, it hurt you seeing it. But isn’t this what he wanted when he left you? When he drove you away? When you weren’t enough for him?
When you weren’t enough for him to stay and be your dad?
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“Wayne’s just as bad as you.”
Steve looked at the giant box sitting in his living room, scribbled with little doodles and notes to their daughter, Jess. Her birthday wasn’t until next week, but since Wayne could only come this weekend, they’d arranged an early party.
He shipped her gift to their house since he couldn’t bring it on the plane.
Now Steve sees why.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Eddie said against his cheek as he came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist. “Nothing bad about wanting the best for our girl.”
“The best doesn’t have to be so…big.” Steve gestured to the box that was nearly his height. “What did he even get her?”
“He might’ve mentioned something about a swing set.” Eddie rocked them back and forth slowly. “But maybe it’s not.”
It was.
Steve glared at Eddie as he opened the top of the box to peek inside to confirm.
“We don’t even have anywhere to put it!” Steve whisper-yelled. Jess was asleep in her room, exhausted from a busy day at school and softball practice. “I’m not setting it up in my living room.”
“Sweetheart, we’ve got enough room on the back patio for this. It’s just one swing!” Eddie pulled a printed picture of the assembly from the side of the box. “See? Barely takes up any space. You won’t even notice it.”
“Right. I’ll just have to walk around it every time I have to take the trash out.” Steve crossed his arms. “Where are we even hiding this until her party?”
“I can make it fit in our closet.”
Steve’s brows raised in surprise.
For all that Steve used to hoard clothes, he only took up about 30% of their shared closet now. He was content with just enough to get through his week and a couple extra nicer outfits for special occasions.
Eddie, however, believed that more is more and he should get to have every shirt that looks even remotely decent on him.
Which, Steve admits, is most shirts.
“You’re not gonna make that fit.”
“How many times have you said that to me? I’ve always made it fit, right?” Eddie smirked at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“I’m going to bed,” Steve sighed, turning so he could hide the fond smile he had on his face.
“I’ll be in soon to make it fit!” Eddie replied.
Steve shook his head as he walked to their bedroom.
He stripped off his clothes with every intention of letting Eddie try his best.
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“Daddy! You said Uncle Wayne was coming at 3:45. It’s 3:47 and he isn’t here!” Jess whined.
“Daddy did say that. But Daddy forgot you can read a clock and Daddy should have thought this through better,” Steve said as he finished making the pitcher of lemonade that Jess had long since abandoned.
“Where is he? Is he still in the plane?” Jess looked out the window and up to the sky as if she would be able to see Wayne waving out of the window of a plane if she tried hard enough. “Dad said that sometimes planes have to fly in circles before they can land. What if he’s dizzy?”
Steve hid a smile in the fridge as he put the pitcher of lemonade on the top shelf. “He’ll be here any minute. Maybe there was a holdup with his bags at the airport.”
He was glad Eddie was working right now or else he’d be pacing the floor and being as impatient as Jess. If he knew Eddie half as well as he thought he did, he probably was.
“Maybe they lost him.”
Steve couldn’t hold back the laugh at that. “Lost Uncle Wayne? I don’t think so. It’s pretty hard to lose a person, lovebug.”
“Not sometimes! My friend Hannah at school lost her sister once at the grocery store and her mom cried for two whole hours before they found her.”
Steve’s eyes widened momentarily. “But they found her! And she was just a kid who probably didn’t listen to her mom or dad, right? And your Uncle Wayne-“
“Is here!” Wayne yelled from the front door.
“Uncle Wayne!” Jess yelled as she ran out of the kitchen and dining area to their living room. “You’re not lost!”
“‘Course not! Couldn’t get lost right before your birthday. Then who’d sing ya the silly birthday song?” Wayne picked her up and settled her on his hip.
She was turning eight, and she was quite tall for her age, so this would probably be the last year Wayne could get away with this.
“Dad knows it. Doesn’t he?” Jess asked Steve, suddenly growing concerned. “What if Wayne did get lost?”
“Your dad knows it just fine,” Wayne said, setting her down and walking to Steve. “Hey, son. You doin’ alright?”
Steve let himself fall into a hug with Wayne, doing his best not to let tears gather.
It’d been a while, okay? He missed Wayne’s hugs.
“Glad you made it. Want a drink?” Steve pulled away to grab him a beer. “Grabbed your favorites at the store last night.”
“Drink sounds good.” Wayne popped the top before turning back to Jess. “I was promised a makeover last time we talked on the phone, wasn’t I?”
Wayne was a good sport, insisted that he didn’t care if it was playing catch at the park or getting his nails painted, he wanted to spend every second with Jess. Steve was just excited to have a day go by without eyeshadow glitter on his clothes.
“I got a new lip gloss that tastes like strawberries and you will love it, it’s just a little pink, but it tastes so good,” she said seriously, folding her hands in front of her and rocking onto her tip toes. “Can I show him daddy?”
“Yes, but remember what I said. It all stays in the bathroom. Go get everything ready first while he rests for a minute,” Steve smiled at her as she clapped and ran to the bathroom. “You don’t have to let her do the makeover. She’d be just as happy doing it to herself.”
“I’m happy to get a little glitter on this face. Could use a shinin’ demeanor,” Wayne joked. “Especially after the airport lost my bags.”
Steve’s jaw dropped. “What? Do you need me to run to the store and get you stuff? Why didn’t you say so sooner? I’ll catch Eds before he leaves work so he can stop on the way home.” He walked over to the phone, only to be stopped with a hand on his arm. He looked at Wayne with furrowed brows. “What is it?”
“If you waited a second, you’d know they found them. That was why I was a bit late.” Wayne shook his head. “You ain’t gotta jump through hoops for me, I keep tellin’ ya. You doin’ okay? Really?”
Steve’s sharp inhale, his painstakingly schooled features on his face, his hands being kept busy so Wayne wouldn’t see them shake, it all added up to him not doing okay.
Wayne pulled him into a hug, one hand cupping the back of his head and one rubbing his back as he felt Steve sob against him.
“Son, what’s goin’ on? You boys need some help?” Wayne whispered so Jess wouldn’t hear. “You know I’ve got some money saved up if ya need it.”
Steve shook his head against Wayne’s shoulder.
“No, no.” He sniffed. “I mean we’re broke, but all the bills are paid and we still managed to spoil Jess for her birthday. It’s just-”
Wayne smiled sadly before pulling away.
“Everything?” Steve nodded. “I know the feelin’. You boys are doing a great job, though. I know it’s a lot right now, but you’ll get through it. You always do.”
“Just overwhelmed lately. Eddie’s been working a lot more and my classes are all labs this semester, which is so stupid, like why do teachers even need labs if they aren’t gonna be science teachers?” Steve threw his arms up. “And Jess got in trouble at school last week for fighting and she was technically right and protecting herself and another kid, but they have policies or whatever so she was suspended for a day and I had to miss class, which was a midterm day and the professor is a dick who doesn’t seem to understand that people have lives outside of the classroom. And Eddie doesn’t really understand my frustration because he hated school, so why should I care so much, right? But he’s kinda right, like, I was allowed to make up the midterm, why am I still letting it bother me?”
“Papa! I’m ready!” Jess yelled from the bathroom, interrupting Steve’s rant. “Do you want blue or purple eyeshadow?”
“Surprise me!” He yelled back before touching Steve’s arm. “We’re gonna talk about this more later, okay? Ya don’t have to hold this in, son.”
“I know. Enjoy your makeover,” Steve sniffed, wiping at the few tears that managed to still trickle from his eyes. “Eds should be home soon.”
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When Eddie got home, Wayne was well on his way to being the prettiest princess Chicago had ever seen.
He barely contained a snort of laughter at the streak of dark pink blush across one cheek as he kissed Jess’ head and made his way back to the kitchen.
“Hey, sweetheart. Smells good,” Eddie leaned in to kiss Steve’s cheek, brows furrowing when he saw the red around his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’. How was work?” Steve’s attempt at a comforting smile failed, and Eddie let his hands fall.
“Fine. Turn the stove off.” Eddie wasn’t sure what could’ve happened between that morning and now, especially since he’d been looking forward to Wayne’s visit even more than Eddie had been. “Look at me, Stevie.”
Steve turned to him, eyes still downcast, bottom lip worried between his teeth.
“Your head being loud?” Eddie whispered, cupping Steve’s cheeks in his hands. He smiled sadly when Steve nodded. “What do you need me to do?”
Steve shook his head, unsure of what Eddie could do. They were both doing everything they could, it was just how life was going for them right now.
No way out but through.
Eddie wordlessly pulled him into his chest, ignoring his quiet protest.
“We’ll order pizza if it burns.” Eddie had $20 cash in his wallet ready to go if Steve just said the word. “You’re doing too much, sweet love.”
“Jess, I totally forgot!” Wayne’s voice echoed from across the room. “Part of your birthday present is coming to stay with me at the hotel for a night so you can swim in the pool! Did you know it has a slide?”
Eddie turned to glance over his shoulder, nodding once when Wayne gave him an encouraging smile.
“Really?” Jess squealed. “Daddy! Dad! Please!”
Steve and Eddie were nearly bowled over by Jess, her excitement making them both give genuine smiles.
“If Papa is absolutely sure.” Steve looked over at Wayne, who was nodding. “You should go pack your backpack with pajamas and a bathing suit, little one.”
“I’m not little! I’m almost eight!” Jess argued as she ran to her bedroom.
“Wayne, you don’t have to-” Eddie started.
“You both need a night off. Maybe it won’t solve everything, but it’ll give ya time to yourselves.” Wayne ruffled Eddie’s hair, ignoring his groaning and complaining. “I’ll have her back before lunch tomorrow so she can get ready for her party. Plus, it’ll keep her outta your hair while you set everything up.”
Eddie and Steve knew better than to argue further, not with that stubborn old man.
Jess was packed in record time, giving Steve and Eddie hugs and a kiss on the cheek before practically bouncing out the front door.
Wayne just laughed and waved at them as he took her hand in his to lead her to his rental car.
The silence that followed was deafening, almost overwhelming.
Steve looked at Eddie, Eddie looked at Steve.
“We’re alone all night.” Steve sounded shocked, like it just sunk in. “Just us.”
��Just us. Alone,” Eddie repeated, his smile growing as he walked forward and stopped right in front of Steve. “I’m gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart.”
Steve melted against his chest at the words, grateful that Eddie was already wrapping his arms around him, keeping him from collapsing to the floor.
The past…six months or so, really, had been so stressful for both of them, they’d barely had time to do anything, let alone take care of each other in the way they both desperately needed. Steve wasn’t even sure the last time they actually managed to go to bed at the same time, his homework often keeping him up long after Eddie went to bed.
It would all be worth it, and they still managed to do little things for each other when they could, but it still sucked trying to get through it all.
“Miss you so much, Eds,” Steve mumbled against his neck, pressing his lips to the juncture of his shoulder and neck.
“Miss you all the time, baby boy. You wanna take a bath?”
Steve nodded against him, but didn’t pull away.
He didn’t need to; Eddie lifted him up under his thighs, waited for him to wrap his legs around his waist, and walked to their small, but cozy bathroom. Jess’ bath toy basket was still by the tub, along with an open bottle of bubble bath and her fruit punch shampoo along the edge. Eddie shook his head fondly before setting Steve down on the sink counter.
“She sure knows how to leave a mess, huh?” Eddie asked, not nearly as annoyed as he probably could be. “I guess she gets it from me.”
“Forgetting to close shampoo bottles? Definitely a learned behavior.” Steve kicked his toe out to nudge Eddie’s leg as he cleaned up and started the water. “Definitely not learned from me.”
Eddie turned around just to roll his eyes. “I don’t close them because I know you’re gonna use them. I don’t just forget.”
“Sure you don’t.” Steve pulls his own shirt off as he watches Eddie pour some of the coconut bubble bath. “Which is why you must also always forget to tell me when you’re running low on your body wash.”
“Exactly! You get it.”
Steve snorted and got off the counter to unbutton his pants, didn’t wanna waste any of their time waiting on Eddie to get him undressed.
“In a rush?” Eddie said over his shoulder as he let his hand run through the water to check the temperature. “We’ve got all night.”
“Not in a rush, just don’t wanna waste a second.”
“That sounds like rushing.”
Steve poked his shoulder as he stripped off his socks. “I’m not rushing.”
Eddie finally stood up and turned around, his breath catching when he saw Steve, completely naked, watching him with his hands on his hips.
“You’re so beautiful, baby boy,” Eddie whispered, reaching his hand out to run his fingers across his chest. His scars weren’t nearly as widespread as Eddie’s, mostly focused on his side and stomach, but Eddie liked to trace along the sensitive skin surrounding them just to watch him shiver. “How do you always look so good?”
Steve blushed, never good at taking compliments, even 15 years after Eddie gave him the first one. “I have bags under my eyes that look worse than that bag you found on the side of the road and tried to convince me you could polish up to use for when we visit Wayne.”
Eddie leaned in to give him a kiss. “No one knows how good you are at imagery, it’s such a shame. But they aren’t that bad, sweetheart. And they don’t make you less beautiful.”
Steve didn’t say anything else, just pressed a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and moved him out of the way so he could get into the almost full tub.
As he sunk down, every bit of stress he had in his body left him in a long sigh. The water temperature was perfect, the bubbles smelled good, and he could feel Eddie’s eyes on him in a way that made him feel precious, cherished, loved.
“You gonna join me or just stare at me all night?” Steve kept his eyes closed as he spoke, didn’t wanna disturb his peace.
“Can I do both?” Eddie asked from right next to the tub.
Steve opened his eyes to see Eddie already naked and gesturing for him to scoot up so he could join him.
Their tub was small, definitely not built for two grown men, but they managed to make it work. Once Eddie was settled against the back of the tub, Steve settled his back against Eddie’s front, pulling his knees up slightly and letting them rest against the sides of the tub.
Eddie’s arms wrapped around his chest, holding him up so he could relax completely.
They stayed like that for a while, quiet except for the occasional hum from Eddie.
Steve let his eyes drift shut after a minute or two, focused on the feeling of Eddie’s heart beating against his back, his breath puffing against his shoulder and neck or the top of his head, his fingers making patterns against his skin and chest hairs.
Every moment they’ve had to touch each other over the last few months had been rushed, and while Steve loved when Eddie got rough, he craved the softness of this moment sometimes too.
Now that he had it, his brain was shutting down, taking a rest from expectations, even the ones he liked having.
“Doing good, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered, not wanting to interrupt him.
“Mhm.” Steve’s mouth didn’t quite want to form words, but he was able to get that out at least. “Mmm.”
Eddie’s hands disappeared for a moment, but quickly came back with a soaped up washcloth. He rubbed along his arms and chest slowly, gently, whispering words to him as he worked. Steve felt cloudy, kind of like he’d stuck his head under the water, but kept smiling to himself. He hadn’t felt this good in a while, and he knew Eddie would take care of him.
“Stevie, I’m gonna get out so I can wash your hair. Can you open your eyes for me?” Steve blinked them open and turned his head, his vision blurry and taking a moment to completely focus on the man behind him. “That’s good, sweet love. You heard what I said?”
“Mhm.”
Eddie kissed his lips briefly, not wanting to pop the bubble Steve was in, before getting out of the tub and helping Steve settle back against the wall.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and dropped to his knees, cupped water over Steve’s head slowly, meticulously.
“Good,” Steve managed to get out as Eddie started scrubbing the shampoo into his hair, dragging his nails across the roots, massaging his scalp. “Love you.”
“I love you so much, baby boy.” Eddie kissed his forehead as he helped him tilt backwards so he could submerge all of his hair in the water to rinse it. “You deserve to feel good like this.”
Eddie always said that to him, even when Steve wasn’t floaty. They’d be sitting at a restaurant with Jess and he’d tell Steve to order whatever drink he wanted because he deserved to treat himself sometimes. They would be at the park watching Jess play with friends and Eddie would tell him that he deserved to have the family he always wanted.
Eddie made sure he knew he deserved to be happy, no matter the situation.
When Eddie was done, he kissed his temple and helped him out of the tub, pulling the plug for the water to drain as he held on to Steve’s hand.
The night went on, Steve got extra care and attention, and when he finally came out of the clouds, Eddie was holding a cup of hot chocolate for him to sip on in bed.
“Thank you, Eds. Needed that,” Steve said after taking a few sips, letting his head drop onto Eddie’s shoulder beside him.
“I needed it, too. Haven’t been able to really do much for you in so long. Started to feel like maybe I was failing.” Eddie sighed. “I know it’s not our fault, but we haven’t made us a priority in a while. I’m glad we got to tonight. We owe Wayne big time.”
Steve nodded, taking another long sip. “Maybe we can try to save up and get him that fishing pole for Christmas? That one he keeps talking about like it’s his firstborn child.”
Eddie barked out a laugh. “I think if we got that for him, he’d name it. I’d be forgotten.”
“I hope you don’t get jealous of your future sibling,” Steve joked, nudging Eddie’s side. “Wayne’s got plenty of love for you both.”
“I guess we’ll have to find out, huh?”
“I think if I can pull off a few extra shifts next month during school break, we can do it.”
Eddie kissed the top of his head. “Wayne would love that.”
“Well, I love him.”
“And he loves you. He wouldn’t have offered this if he didn’t.”
“He loves you and he loves Jess, he would’ve offered for you both if not for me.” Steve set the mug down on the bedside table before turning back to Eddie with a grin. “I think we could probably find the energy to get one round in before we pass out, couldn’t we?”
“One whole round? Very optimistic of you, sweetheart.”
Steve straddled Eddie’s lap, cupping his face in his hands. “Half a round?”
“That sounds possible.”
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Bonjour 👀 It is I just on anon!
I was wondering if I could request a Billy Hargrove x bottom!male reader smut.
This might be confusing but I’m gonna try my best here-
So basically, the reader is cocky, doesn’t let up to Billy’s bullying, doesn’t really care.
This makes Billy even angrier, and one day reader says some off-hand remark and Billy is like “What did you just say?” and pins him to the wall.
Yadda yadda smut ensues IDK 🫣
If you need suggestions for kinks maybe uhh degradation with a mix of rough sex mayhaps…
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Mouthy Little Slut
Summary:
“Repeat after me,” he instructs you, and you try your best, well as best as anyone could when they're pinned to the wall, dick hard. It takes three tries before Billy becomes irritated at your failure to follow his demands; you manage something acceptable enough for him on the sixth or seventh try; by then, you’re hopelessly whimpering. Billy scoffs, “What happened to the mouthy little slut?” He taunts.
Pairings:
Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader
Tags:
Bottom!Reader | Top!Billy | Rough Sex | Minor Degradation Kink | Minor Praise Kink | Smut
Words: 1561
Author's Note:
Bonjour, I give you Billy Hargrove smut, written after I submitted homework I procrastinated on for three weeks 😀
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You can practically hear the rest of the school cringe and pray for your survival as you flip off Billy Hargrove. The new kid rose to the top of the school hierarchy nearly overnight, he all but deposed Steve Harrington, and everyone bowed out of his way whenever he walked by. You must have missed the memo because, unlike the rest of your peers, your general instinct around Billy was to antagonize him - something many people have advised against. You remember the day you met Billy - he had rocked up to your locker; Mr. Hotshot slicked some of his hair back; the second he’d opened his mouth, you’d flicked his forehead and walked off laughing. Thus started you and Billy’s lengthy feud.
The classrooms were no sanctuary away from this; most of the teachers have effectively given up and instead elected to shift your seating arrangement as far from each other. Of course, gym has no seating arrangement, and coach has no qualms watching the two of you work out your anger. Today, you’d taken every opportunity to snatch the ball from Billy and be as uncooperative as possible whenever either of you was close, an angry Billy was an entertaining Billy.
With all that in mind, it explains why you’d flipped him off; what it didn’t explain is why Billy had stopped in his tracks, turned around, and asked, correction demanded, you repeat what you said to his face. Before all this, Billy already seemed slightly pissed, which encouraged you to try and push his buttons. You repeated your words, flipping him off with both hands; gladly satisfied with his angry expression, you turned to leave but found yourself pinned to the locker room wall, “Say that again.”
“What? Your hearing bail on you or something, Hargrove?” You rebutted, “I said what I said.”
Billy’s hand comes to your neck, gripping at it as his eyes bore into yours, “You think you can just go around saying whatever you want.”
You smirk, “It’s a free country, Billy boy,” you tell him, “I don’t know how it works back in California, but down here in Hawkins, running your mouth ain’t punishable.”
His hand squeezes tighter, face coming closer to yours, his face is drawn into an angry expression; you attempt to laugh, but it comes out as a slight wheeze, dragging on as Billy’s hand travels up, fingers edging at the corner of your mouth. His leg forces its way between your legs, and you feel your dick harden, but so does Billy. He starts chuckling, moving to press his knee against your growing erection; you wince, your wiggling growing frantic as you attempt to free yourself before anything else can happen. You cuss at him, but he silences you again with his knee digging into your pants. Your wiggling almost frees your hands, but Billy catches on, fixing that problem; his other hand travels from your neck to the inside of your pants as he now takes hold of your cock. 
His hand remains in place, face now closer to yours, “What’s that you said about running your mouth?”
“Fuck you.” Billy tugs harshly.
“That’s not what I want to hear,” he states, forehead against yours, “apologize for your words.”
“Fuc—” you don’t get the chance to cuss him out again as he tugs again; you groan, bucking your hips to get some form of relief and crying out when there is none. You go back and forth like this a few times before your resolve crumbles, “Alri-alright fine, I–I–sorry—”
He pumps you once, “For what?”
“For–for–” you can’t find the words. Surprisingly, Billy chuckles at this; he releases your cock, his hand coming to your chin, and he commands you to look at him.
“Repeat after me,” he instructs you, and you try your best, well as best as anyone could when they're pinned to the wall, dick hard. It takes three tries before Billy becomes irritated at your failure to follow his demands; you manage something acceptable enough for him on the sixth or seventh try; by then, you’re hopelessly whimpering. Billy scoffs, “What happened to the mouthy little slut?” He taunts.
“B-bi—please—” you whimper. 
He huffs, “You don’t get shit after what you did; you want something,” he tells you; moving back, he sits on one of the benches, legs spread and pants pulled down. He holds his dick, beckoning you to him with his fingers, “work for it.”
You walk up to him, crouching down, and you take his dick in your hand, pumping it a few times; Billy holds your head as your take it in. Once you have it all in, he keeps your head there, hand rubbing circles on your head as he admires the view, you reach down for your won dick, but Billy chastises you, “Did I say you could touch yourself?” 
You sound out a few words in response, “No, I didn’t. Put your hands on my thighs, and keep them there,” he demands. You do as your told; he pats your cheek, “Good boy.” He nods his head, and you start moving. Your pace is slow per Billy’s control, he doesn’t move much, an occasional thrust here and there, but otherwise, he leaves the work to you. Biting his lip, his hands hold your head, the corners of your mouth have bits of drool, and your eyes remain fixed on his. Your dick twitches, aching to be touched, but Billy’s glare dissuades you from doing so when your hand tries to move. His legs spread further as he drags you slightly higher, your elbows dig into his thighs, and he holds your head down when he comes. “Swallow,” he tells you, and you do.
Your obedience earns you a pat on the head. Bily pulls his pants back on again; he tells you to get presentable and meet him by his car. When you do, he’s leaning by it, cigar in hand; he squeezes your ass when you get there, “Why are we here, Billy? Are you too much of a coward to do it in school?”
He grimaces, the grip on your ass becoming taught, “What did I say about mouthy sluts?”
Your face pinches, “I don’t know, what did you say?” you reply impatiently; you shift on your feet, a small but ineffective method of soothing the hard-on. 
Billy shakes his head, “Get in the car.” He drives until the school is no longer visible, past houses and into the forest, and up to Skull Rock. The place is empty, and once the car engine switches off, Billy is situating himself in the back, demanding you follow suit. You find yourself straddling him, hands around his shoulder once more; you manage to roll your hips once before Billy grips them. You complain, but he smacks your ass, you complain again, and he repeats his actions; the pattern carries on, each slap more painful than the last until you’re whimpering out another apology.
He kneads your ass; he must deem this good enough since he finally goes to hold your dick, his other hand moves your shirt out of the way, and his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. He pumps your dick steadily while his mouth works on your chest - your back arches when he bites, hands tightening on his shoulders. Billy enjoys riling you up, and when you come, he doesn’t stop, his come-stained hand moving to your ass, his fingers working their way in; you moan, head falling forward and eyes shut tight. Billy���s other hand spreads your asscheek wide, and at some point, his dick is added to the mix, settling between both cheeks; he doesn't shove it in, only ever rubbing it between your cheeks. On the other hand, you are holding onto him, legs barely able to move without trembling as Billy’s fingers reach in. He comes once, shooting up along your back; after that, you reach back to shove it in yourself, but Billy takes your hand. 
You pleaded to him, “Billy—plea—fuck—”
“What did you say?” 
“Fu–fuck me, please, Billy,” you elaborated, “please…please….”
His hand leaves your ass and is replaced by his dick; the tip goes in, but nothing else. You fuss, body moving to get the rest of it in; you manage a little before Billy thrusts the whole thing into you. Your mouth falls open, a strangled sound coming from you as your head falls forward. He palms your skin, humming to himself; he grabs the back of your neck, “See what being impatient gets you?”
“Unngghh….mmmhhh….” Billy directed your face to him, kissing you as he started to move; his thrusts started out at a moderate pace, and the kiss stopped when his pace picked up. Arms slung around your lower back, your face in his neck now, as moans spilled from your mouth. He didn’t falter when he came, only slowed down in his pace, his grip becoming tense.
“Anything else to say?” He asked. You made some more incoherent sounds, another load went in your ass, Billy’s movements paused, but his dicks remained. You both panted; coming off the high, Billy brought you back into another kiss; you winced into his mouth when his dick slipped out., cum sliding out, leaving you empty. 
Billy tsked, “Damn, I’m gonna have to clean that later.”
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thecuriousquest · 9 months
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You Know You Love it Part Seven
Yandere KiriBaku x Reader
Tag List: @issamomma
Warnings: Yandere themes, isolation, dominance, sadism, reader angst, non consensual punishment
Summary: Your bullies heard a conversation you had with Mina, and they don’t like your response to a question she asked you about Izuku.
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Part Six here
Part Eight here
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Walking back to your dorm with a million things on your mind, you feel your heart is about to burst with anxiety. There are so many tests to study for, so much homework to do, and a fucking quiz on top of it. The work seems endless, and you find yourself with tears in your eyes just thinking about the stress you’re under.
Turning a corner, you run into Eijiro. You look up at him and see a vicious smirk form across his face. Oh no…that feeling between your thighs is getting worse the longer you look into his scarlet orbs.
“Eijiro…” you look around, but you don’t see Katsuki. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Your glasses are a little askew from the impact, so you adjust them on the bridge of your nose.
“Little Mouse, just the girl I was looking for.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “I got something to show you.”
You feel so aroused just from him leading you around with a firm grip on your bicep.
“Where are we going?” You question him timidly.
“Oh, it’s a surprise. You’re gonna love it, though.”
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You’ve been walking with him for a while now. You notice the students have cleared out of the school. The hallways and classrooms are empty. It’s as if Kirishima is checking around the school to make sure of this.
A bad feeling grows in the pit of your stomach. Bakugou comes into your view at the end of a long hallway. Something doesn’t feel right as Kirishima steers you towards him. You notice that the explosive teen is standing right next to a dark closet with the door open.
Suddenly, it all clicks. You understand why Katsuki wasn’t with his friend. You realize why Eijiro was walking around the school for what felt like hours to make sure nobody would be around. Digging your heels in, you try to lean your weight back and escape the redhead’s tight grip. He looks at you with a shark tooth grin as he drags you along.
“No! I don’t want to go in there! Please, let me go! Stop it!” It’s not like you can beg anyone for help. There’s nobody left in the school, except for you three.
Shoved and locked into the dark closet, you find yourself panicking. You bang on the door, screaming at them to let you out.
“What do you want?! Why are you doing this to me?!”
“You really don’t know?” A rough voice asks. You can immediately tell it’s Bakugou.
Wiping tears from your lashes, you shake your head even though they can’t see you. “Please, I don’t know what going on!”
“I fucking heard you earlier.” There’s a bang on the door from the outside, and the suddenness of it scares the hell out of you.
“Heard me say what?!”
Oh…oh no, he heard your conversation with Mina during lunch.
“I heard what you said to that pink bitch. She asked you what you thought of Deku, asked if you think he’s cute.”
“You’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion, Katsuki. Please…”
“What did you say, Little Mouse? What did you tell her?”
Placing your hands and forehead on the door, you sniffle back your cries. So, this is a punishment. Not a funishment, not anything sexual or sensual. It’s a pure punishment, and you don’t like it one bit.
“I said ‘I guess’.”
“Right, you guess. You didn’t say ‘no’, didn’t tell her to fuck off. You told her you guess that fucking nerd is cute.”
“I don’t think he’s cute! I don’t! I just didn’t want to be mean, but I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I wanted Mina to stop bugging me about my personal life or who I like or don’t like.”
Kirishima is the one speaking now as he cuts your rant short. “Look, Little Mouse, we get that you don’t like to be mean to people, but you crossed a line with Bakugou and me. If someone like Mina asks you who you think is cute, you know exactly what your response should be.”
Biting your lip, you can’t help but feel a surge of naughtiness flood your body. “You jealous bastards, let me out of here!”
“I don’t think she’s learning her lesson, Bakubro.”
“I’ve got an idea,” you hear him say to his friend before he turns his attention towards you. “Little Mouse, we’ll let you out of here if you do something for us.”
Not taking any chances, you immediately jump at the opportunity to get out of this cage. “What is it?”
“Give us your panties. There’s enough room under the door to push them through.”
It’s humiliating, but you obey. They’re only slightly damp, your pussy having dried up once you realized you were going to be locked in a fucking closet.
Kirishima hums only slightly. “They’re not as wet as I thought they would be. It looks like we made the right decision with this punishment, man.”
“Yeah, stupid slut’s gonna learn not to fuck with us, not to fuck around with shitty Deku. You listening, bitch?”
A sob hitches in your throat. “Yes.” You sound miserable. You are miserable. Being in this dark and stuffy closet is hell.
“Tell me what you think of that goddamn nerd.”
“I don’t think anything about him! I don’t like him, and I definitely don’t think he’s cute. Please, I’m sorry I didn’t tell Mina to go away! I’m so, so sorry. You have to believe me.” You can’t help but hold your breath as you wait for a response.
Kirishima laughs slightly. “See, she’s learning.”
You hear their footsteps start to walk away.
“Wait, you said you’d let me out!”
“Yeah, but we didn’t say when,” Bakugou calls out.
Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you slide down a wall. It’s so dark. You can’t even work on your homework because there’s no light. You can’t make a call or send a text because there’s no connection in the janitor’s closet. Nobody knows where you are. The only people that could save you are your two bullies. Kirishima and Bakugou knew what they were doing when they picked this place to stuff you in. This is the worst punishment they could have ever given you.
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You’re so hungry when they open the door. Squinting your eyes, you try to adjust to the light that’s shining on your face. You look up at the redhead and blonde with a grim expression, your face still hot with tears and the temperature of the closet. You’ve been sweating for a while now, and you’re a little bit dehydrated too.
Bakugou crosses his arms, leaning against the doorjamb. “You ready to come out now? Gonna behave?”
You have a few different reactions you could give him. You could mumble at him to fuck off and turn your head, but that would only lead to further isolation. You could nod your head and tell him you’ll be good, but you really don’t want to do that either. You’re still mad at them for locking you in a closet after all.
“I wanna leave,” is all you say.
Kirishima crouches down in front of you, and this time, you do turn your head away from him. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck and forces you to look at him.
“Little Mouse, come on, you know we had to punish you. Don’t be like that.”
Wiping the tears and sweat from your face, you glare at him. “Can I just go?”
He sighs and pulls you up by your arm. “How about we give you a reward since you took your punishment so well? Would you like that?”
You couldn’t possibly begin to fathom how they could make this up to you. “What kind of reward?”
Grabbing your chin, he whispers in your ear, “The kind that’ll make you feel really good.” He starts massaging your ass with his hand.
You moan and lean against Eijiro’s hard body.
Bakugou walks up behind you. Reaching around your body, he feels your breasts, pinching your nipples in all the right ways.
“So, what do you say, Little Mouse? Want us to make you feel good?” Bakugou’s breath is hot on the back of your neck as you’re sandwiched between the two males.
“Yes, Master. Yes, Daddy.”
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mitchellpete · 2 years
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summary: You reflect on the way you and Maverick care for each other as he tends to your injury.
pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x gn!reader
tags/warnings: major age gap (reader is in their 20s), injured reader, set during top gun: maverick, past age gap angst (brief), tired mav, dad!mav/rooster mention, hurt/comfort themes, overall domestic fluff, mav in nothing but his jeans
word count: 1.8k
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The distant sound of Pete’s motorcycle down the street fills you with excitement every evening, and it’s always hard to contain it knowing he’ll step through the door any second as the sound gets closer. Today, however, your excitement is limited to the couch, where you’d managed to drag yourself to an hour earlier after the humiliating accident in the other room. 
Your knee is throbbing—you’re sure you sprained it—and you have an absolutely agitating cut where the ladder you were propped on struck your leg. Framing pictures. An unsteady ladder you foolishly forgot to check. Even in pain, you couldn’t help but laugh it off.
Pete’s sudden move to North Island had caught the both of you off guard, the visible stress on his face an unshakeable concern but you remember how warmly he’d smiled when you kissed him and promised you’d help settle in the best you could. He was grateful to have you; he was older now, a little more exhausted. The last of his family—the ones in the pictures—had slipped away years ago, when you were still a kid, and you hated the thought of him all alone for so many years. Nobody to kiss his cheek good morning, or to remind him to stay safe in the air. You made sure to do so everyday now that he had you.
When the lock turns and the door opens, Maverick is greeted with your sheepish smile. Aviators coming off in one hand, his face is wiped with concern at the sight of you sprawled out on the couch, an ice pack awkwardly placed on your knee and a bloody cloth on the floor next to you.
“Sweetheart. What happened?” His voice is soft as he slips his jacket off, mindlessly tossing it to rush to you.
You attempt to sit up as he approaches. “Fell in the other room. Think I sprained it. It hurts,” you whine. 
“C’mere, let me look at it.” He gently takes the ice pack from you, leaning down to hook his arms underneath you. You try not to let your smile spread when he lifts you, but truth be told, you enjoy being cared for by him a little too much. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he carries you into the bedroom, a slight grimace on your face from the pain, which he notices. “How’d you fall? What were you doing?”
You wince when he sets you down on the mattress, and he carefully props you against the headboard. “Just trying to make it more cozy in here,” you sigh. “Some of your pictures were out, so I wanted to frame them for you.”
He takes a seat on the edge of the bed and stares at you for a moment, a tender look in his eye. His lips press together, and then he’s looking down at your injury. He looks pensive, and you can tell he’s probably had a long day. “You’re sweet.” He inspects, feather light touches against the swelling as a smirk tugs at his lips. “I usually just hang them with push pins.”
You smile. “I know. But I also know how much those pictures mean to you.”
He looks up at you, matching your smile. It’s evident in his eyes: he absolutely adores you. 
He reaches for one of the extra pillows beside you, bringing it under your leg. He makes sure not to move you too much, and frowns when you wince again. “I’m gonna get that nasty cut cleaned so I can wrap it for you. Compression will help the sprain.”
You try to sink back into the pillows behind you, allowing your leg a more comfortable position as he moves into the bedroom’s bathroom to collect what he needs. You hum to yourself as you watch him search through the sink door’s contents, the bathroom light accentuating his back muscles. Thank God for those tight white t-shirts.
“By the way, baby?” you call for him. “How was your day?”
He glances back momentarily, continues looking under the sink for a few more seconds, and then stands and turns with an armful of medical supplies. He looks pensive again. “My day..?” He’s careful as he sets everything on the bed, retaking his seat. Sorting through, it’s like he avoids your gaze. “It was okay.”
You frown. “Tell me about it?”
He exhales, a gentle hand pressed to your lower leg as he leans closer to clean around your cut with a damp cotton ball.
Hesitation. Typical if he’s either stressed or thinking lowly of himself.
You try to give him as much space as you can, but you know that he’d never open up to you if you didn’t carefully pry. Maverick had a habit of internalizing everything, and it was something you assumed he’d started doing decades ago. You remember the times it made you feel small, the idea of him hiding so much from you. There was so much he’d experienced and so much he’d lived through long before you were in the picture. But you loved him, way beyond your understanding, and there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to fit by his side. So you’d ask. And ask, and ask again and again until you knew all about the people he carried around in pictures, and why he cried easily sometimes at the mention of them. 
It hit you like a train the moment you realized the boy in the pictures wasn’t just his dead best friend’s son.. He had practically been Maverick’s son too. And he had been gone for years, out of Mav’s life, no matter how much time Mav spent looking for recent pictures of him to frame every year. And now Maverick was in North Island again, and the boy was sitting in his classroom.
“Well, I think, uh..” He takes a deep breath. “..I gotta figure out how to ease the tension. I think it’s affecting him.” He dabs at the surrounding skin, erasing the dried blood on your kneecap. 
“Is it affecting you?”
He breathes, his long lashes jittery, blinking in thought. You don’t want to upset him, but you can tell this is something he should probably spill. 
His hands are soft as they finish cleansing your knee, and his touch has seemingly managed to ease the pain already. He’s still thinking quietly to himself as he uncaps a bottle of ointment, and when he squeezes a bit onto his finger, he sighs. “I’m just not a very good teacher.”
Your brows knit together. 
He’s not serious.
“That’s not true,” you mumble. “You’re brilliant at everything you do.”
He chuckles, briefly shaking his head as he begins dabbing the cream onto your gash. “Navy doesn’t think so.”
You look down at his gentle touches, and then up at his focused face, his tongue slightly peeking out of his mouth. “I do,” you offer gently.
He stops, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. The tense lines on his face seemingly drop, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. His free hand still on your lower leg, you feel him caress you there softly with his thumb—his way of saying he appreciates it—and then finishes up with the ointment. 
The tiny smile remains on his face as he gathers the bandage wrap, and he’s extremely cautious as he places it against your knee. “Tell me if it feels tight, sweetheart,” he mutters, beginning to work the material around your elevated joint. You giggle to yourself once, and then again when he playfully cocks an eyebrow at your amusement. 
He makes sure to secure both above and under your kneecap, and you hum contently when he starts securing the wrap. It’s not too tight at all.
When he finishes, his hand gently rubs at the area, and then he leans down and presses a soft kiss on the bandage. “All done, baby.”
Your arms immediately lift his way and, leaning forward, you gently capture his face with your fingers. Cupping his cheeks, he lets you pull him towards you for a big kiss on the lips, which he grins into. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you murmur against his mouth. Hovering over your body, his knee on the mattress in between yours, he responds warmly by initiating a deeper kiss. His cheeks feel fleshy and warm beneath your fingers, and all you wanna do is be in his arms for the rest of the day. You really can’t think of anything better.
After supplies are put away, and Maverick spends a moment tugging his boots off, you watch with hungry eyes as he strips his shirt, tossing it like his jacket earlier to take the spot next to you. He looks absolutely irresistible in nothing but his jeans and you can’t help but eagerly reach for him again. Complying, he pulls you towards him, an arm wrapping around your shoulders as yours wraps around his middle. You’re relieved that he wrapped your knee; the position would have been a bitch otherwise. 
When your eyes glance up to peek at his face, he looks like he’s deep in thought once more, but he reads your mind before you ask. 
“Just thinkin’ about the training,” he explains quietly, his hand caressing your hair. “But.. it’s easier to when I have you like this.”
Gratifying. You feel less guilty for enjoying how much he takes care of you. And, because he’s so ahead of you in life, maybe it’s supposed to make you feel small, the way you used to feel, but it doesn’t. Not when you’re able to kiss him good morning and remind him to stay safe, and be an enveloping warmth for him the way he is for you. You know that he appreciates it when you get him to talk, and that you let him sit quietly when he just can’t. That his thoughts are peaceful when you’re with him, touching him and giving him kisses.
You smile, pressing a few to his pec. “You know.. I can’t believe you go out and fly like that everyday, yet I’m the one injured in bed right now.”
He laughs, his cheek against your forehead, and glances down at you with a grin. “Because of a small ladder,” he teases.
You look up at him again with a small pout, and he responds by kissing your head and pulling you closer. You settle cozily against his chest, his skin warm, and your eyes absentmindedly close in comfort, which he notices.
“Hey, wait, I forgot to give you pain medicine,” he mumbles, kissing your head again.
“Don’t need any,” you assure him. “I love you.”
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icysinner · 9 months
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hometown hero — chapter two. | models and superstars.
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: onyankopon finally lives that dream of playing professional basketball, but through the glitz and glamour, he’s still in love with the girl from his hometown.
𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: word count, 885. these chapters just get longer and longer jfc
𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀
tags: @maliagurl @iheartamora @iiilovemilfs @hayilaawashere @starcore111 @hoohoohope @traqstarlo @chickenalfredo1312
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onyankopon was home two days early, much to your, though kept secret, excitement. you weren’t always sure why he spent so much time at home, he played for a team all the way across the country and always made sure to come home. he had a house in both states, show off. although playing for a team far from his hometown he seemed to come back way more often than anyone that moved away. he urged you to move out of this place, because he thinks you can really make something of yourself outside of the small town you grew up in, but home is home, and you’d be fake trying to pretend you wanted to leave the only place you’d ever known.
“so, how’s the pro basketball life treating you? any models and superstars in those dms?” you asked onyankopon, walking towards the door of your restaurant before it was time to open. “they was in the dms before the nba.” onyankopon replied, a smug smile across his face, similar to the one on your face. “yeah, yeah, okay.” your sarcastic tone was topped off with an eye roll, making him laugh. “probably got a new girl sitting courtside every week, if i’m apart of the roster at least let me be the favorite.” you half joked, putting the key into the door, bright letter signs not yet lit spelling ‘high society’ above it.
“there is no roster, and if anything, you should be on the receiving end of that joke.” onyankopon said as he walked in, eyes widening at the decorations and scenery. “this is nice as hell, y/n.” he added as you turned all the overhead lights on. “thank you, i still have a couple tweaks to make though. need these counters smoothed over again.” you replied, running your nails over the marble on the bar. “how long it take you to get this place done?” he asked, sitting in one of the stools. “a year and some change.. the only thing i really had to wait on was the liquor license.” you shrugged, walking around the place, taking looks at everything.
“do you work in here? or you just run it?” onyankopon asked, touching the centerpieces, much to your dismay. “okay, don’t touch that, and no. i’m the ceo, don’t really need to.” you said, a small laugh coming out at onyankopon slowly moving his hand away. “you wanna franchise this shit? you know — make it like a chain?” onyankopon had so many questions, he’d only been gone for seven months and you were in a completely different stage of life. it made him proud, but also a little weary, he couldn’t help but feel like you were gonna take off into the future without him.
“maybe.. it’s not necessarily a big plan though.” you shrugged, looking around at the restaurant again, almost like it was your child, your own creation. “well, whatever you do, i’m proud of you. i know this was a big deal for you.” his reassurance made you happy, though involuntary. although you’d been hearing praises for your business since it opened, it coming from him made all the difference. “you know, violet and tylae are not happy with you.” you said with a smile, “why? what i do now?” onyankopon asked, squinting his eyes a bit. “because you haven’t came to see them yet, and you’ve been here for a day.”
“well, tylae has an entire business to run, and violet is a professional stalker who knows what’s going on with me at all times.” onyankopon defended, maybe exaggerating a little. “listen, take that up with them.” you threw your hands up in innocence, making him laugh. “i think they’re just jealous i came to see you first.” onyankopon said, causing you to laugh. “whatever. i’mma check their lo’ and see where they’re at, i’ll call em here.” you said, opening life360 to check your friend’s locations.
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“i cannot believe we had to wait for y/n to say something before you came to see us!” violet exclaimed, walking into the now unlocked doors of high society, currently closed off to the general public because onyankopon was here, though your employees were doing business as usual. “my apologies, vi. it will never happen again.” onyankopon said in a teasing tone, making all three of you smile. “yeah, four arnold palmers, thank you, natalie.” you said to your (favorite) waitress as she wrote it down.
“so, i need to know more about these courtside seats, ony.” tylae said with a smile, causing violet to interject, “oh, oh! is hange gonna be there?” she asked, twirling her straw in her cup. “god, vi, you’re obsessed.” you said, a laugh coming from yourself and tylae. this was an inside joke onyankopon wasn’t aware of, violet having a crush on his manager. “now i’m left out of the jokes?” onyankopon said in a joking voice. “no, no — violet has a crush on your manager.” tylae said, causing violet’s pale face to turn red almost immediately. “you could have told me that, she is a lesbian, you know. i can put you on!” he said with a smile, nudging violet, who’s face was currently in her hands. “oh my god.” she said, through her hands so it was muffled.
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Chapter One: Visitation
Prologue
Summary: You catch the eyes of three ghastly figures. If only you knew before it was too late.
Warnings: 18+, creepy behavior. Dark series with parts that will include rape/noncon as well as other explicit and violent triggers. Heavy religious themes. All parts will be tagged accordingly. Minors DNI.
Word Count: 981
“What came first, preacher? The sinner or their sin?”
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“How long do you think you’ll be out there?”
Erica’s voice came out through hissed static in the receiver. You hoped the horrible reception was connected to the rain and constant overcast sky but, given the state of the rest of the town, you doubted there would be much improvement on a clear day. 
“I’ve got about two months of vacation saved up, but I don’t think I could be in this place longer than a couple weeks.”
“Oh, it can’t be that bad.”
“The deadbolt doesn't even work. It's stuck or something. So I'm screwed if some killer rolls through town. And the roads here aren't even roads, it’s all dirt and gravel. What's worse is that the closest Starbucks is forty minutes out of town.” 
“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “a place without a Starbucks is a far bigger crime than you not having a lock on your door. Heaven forbid you have to get a coffee anywhere else or, you know, make it yourself.”
You snorted, leaning against the old fridge. “I prefer to overpay for my bean water, thanks.” 
“Yeah, well, then you better get started on the house, huh? Unless you want to spend an arm and leg on gas for that piece of junk.”
“It’s not that bad —”
You cut off as you looked out the window to the beat up thing, surprised to find it wasn’t the last car on the gravel driveway. A decades old police car—older than even Grandpa's truck—with a singular red light stuck to the top sat behind it. A man wearing an equally outdated hat and a shirt tucked under his overhanging stomach was making his way up the gravel driveway towards the house. Was the town really that strapped for cash? As if he could feel your stare, his attention turned to the window. A smile pulled onto his face as he waved.
Erica’s annoyed “Hello?” brought you back to the phone you were clutching. Averting your eyes, you shifted out of the sight of the window.
“Sorry, I think I’m gonna have to call you back. Some cop showed up.”
Her annoyance vanished as she asked, “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”
“No…no,” you said, despite the tightness crawling up your throat. Memories of one too many bad interactions with a cop stirring in your mind. “He seems…friendly.”
“I'm sure he’s a very friendly backwoods cop,” she said with a disbelieving snort. “Call me back when he’s gone, alright?”
“Yeah, I will,” you agreed, hearing the wooden steps creak outside. Ending the call after a quick goodbye, you waited until you heard two knocks echoing against the front door.
The cop was handsome. Older and overweight, sure, but undeniably handsome. His eyes must have been the cause of the overcast sky, the cerulean stolen by irises far too enchanting to belong to some small town cop. “Sorry to bother you, ma’am,” he said, tipping his hat. “The Reverend mentioned you got into town yesterday and I wanted to come by and pay my condolences.”
Reverend John hadn't mentioned anything about that to you. “Oh, thank you, um?”
“Sheriff Bodecker.” He held out his hand, one you were surprised to find freezing cold. “But a pretty thing like you can call me Lee.”
"Right, thank you, Lee."
"Your grandfather was a good man. Never caused no trouble, kept to himself." His playful smirk felt at odds with a man paying his respects for the departed. "Real shame he was all alone when it happened." 
You pulled your hand back from his, his handshake far too long and words far too harsh for his honeyed voice. "We'd been trying to get him to go to a nursing home closer to us," you rush out defensively. You had been trying to convince him. No one else in the family seemed to care that Grandpa had been getting to the age where he had trouble taking care of himself. By the state of the house, it had gotten worse since Dad had been around the year before. Or, more likely, Dad hadn't wanted to spend the money to get him the help he needed and downplayed how bad it was.
"Those old folks' homes are so impersonal. Like living at the hospital.” He adjusted his belt, eyeing you up in a way that made you pull your cardigan closed. “Though if the nurses were as pretty as you, suppose it wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Right…” The interaction had taken a nosedive. Why were men such men? “Well, thanks for, um, stopping by. Appreciate it. But I’ve really gotta start getting this place sorted. There's a lot of stuff to do to go through."
He licked his lips. “You know if you need another pair of hands, I'm more than happy to help. A girl like you shouldn't have to do any heavy lifting.”
The cold fast food that had served as a poor replacement of breakfast bubbled unhappily in your stomach. Handsome as he may be, something felt off. Not quite right. “I'll keep that in mind,” you lied, grabbing the edge of the door, “but I’m just going through things for now.”
“Well, if you need anything at all, you can always give the Reverend a call. He'll get back to me faster than any dispatch I've seen..”
“Of course." The door already half-way shut before you called out, "Have a good day, sheriff.”
“You too ma’am,” he said, stepping back and tipping his hat again. "I look forward to seeing you again."
You stood at the door unmoving as you listened to his slow, retreating footsteps that crunched through the gravel. You waited for some sound of a creaking metal door. To hear an old engine roar to life. Tires against the rocks. Minutes passed and nothing. 
But when you peaked through the window, he was gone.
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