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summary: when you're invited to help film a documentary about the lost island of Yamatai, you don't expect to be fighting for your life against the natives โ with your old crush from university of all people.
warning/s: mentions of violence, assault, death, ship crash, guns, paranormal stuff and basically anything the first Tomb Raider game involved lol.
author's note: so i recently replayed the tomb raider games and naturally felt the need to write a little fic for 2013 Lara bc she's a cutie who deserved the world, and thus this was born!
It's a two parter and follows the storyline from the first game and part of the comics (no need to have read them if you haven't, it's all explained within the story and pretty easy to follow). Hope you enjoy! ๐ฅฐ
I glanced around the dock, spotting the Endurance instantly, it looking just as Sam, my university classmate, described to me.
We'd met during our Film degree, where we'd worked together enough times to appreciate the partnership. When she called me up last minute to help film a documentary for TV with celebrity archaeologist Dr. Whitman, I knew I couldn't resist.
"Can I help you, miss?" a man asked as I lingered by the ship, staring up at it in awe.
"Iโ sorry, yes," I said with a sheepish smile, "I'm looking for Samantha Nishimura? I'm supposed to be meeting herโ"
"Y/N! You're here!"
I looked behind the fisherman and spotted Sam standing on the Endurance, waving down at me enthusiastically. I smiled widely, returning her wave, before excusing myself from the man and lugging my suitcase up the ramp to meet her. As soon as I stepped foot on the ship, she pulled me in for a hug.
"I'm so glad you made it," she said excitedly. "You look great!"
I chuckled, always finding her American accent paired with her natural enthusiasm refreshing. "I said I would, didn't I? I'm grateful you called, Sam. Can't say I've been on a ship before."ย
"And here's me thinking you were excited to be working with me again," she retorted sarcastically.
"Always," I assured her, making her roll her eyes playfully.
"C'mon, I wanna introduce you to everyone," she said, already dragging me by the hand to the other side of the deck.
I pulled my suitcase clumsily behind me, glad when she stopped before a familiar face who was staring out at the sea by the railing.
"Lara, Y/N's here," Sam called to her friend.
Lara turned around and I found myself smiling without meaning to. Lara Croft was Sam's best friend and we'd met on a few occasions prior to this, mostly at university when Sam and I would hang out or she'd invite me to their shared flat. I always found her fascinating, an adorably awkward and quiet girl who I couldn't help but fancy just a little bit, but she didn't need to know that. I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited to be working with her again.
"Y/N, hello," Lara greeted me with a nervous smile, the complete opposite to Sam. "How have you been?"
"Hey, Lara, I've been good, thanks," I said with a nod. "Just excited to be here is all. Sam mentioned you're helping out with the research for Dr. Whitman's documentary, that's pretty huge."
Cheeks dusting pink, Lara shrugged bashfully. "Not sure it's huge, butโโ
"Oh, be quiet," Sam shushed her instantly, before shooting me a look. "This was mostly her idea. She's gonna nail it.โ
"I don't doubt it," I agreed with a laugh, finding Lara's shyness endearing.
"C'mon, I'll introduce you to the others," Sam said with a slight nudge. "And I'll show you your room."
"Sounds good," I agreed, ready to follow after her.
As she began to lead the way, Lara spoke, "It's good to have you on board, Y/N."
Naturally, I found myself smiling all over again, especially when her eyes met mine. "It's good to be on board. I look forward to working with you."
She returned my smile and I forced myself to look away before I got carried away staring. I couldn't help it, she was captivating!
After showing me around the ship, which hadn't set sail just yet as we were waiting on one more, Sam introduced me to the other crew members.
There was Roth, the captain of the ship and a lovely guy (though I was biased since he was northern like me); Grim, the helmsman and a man with many stories to tell; Jonah, the guy I was definitely going to be on good terms with considering he was cooking all our dinners; Alex, the technician who, according to Sam, overcompensated for his lack of coolness with his absolute goofiness, but he was ultimately harmless; there was also Dr. Whitman, who was a questionable character but also the reason for this documentary, so I paid it no mind; and lastly, there was Reyes, who arrived right before we set sail.
"She's really good at what she does," Sam was explaining as her, Lara and I were mumbling in the kitchen over cups of tea, "but she's a little scary. Roth vouches for her."
I quirked a brow as I glanced over at Reyes, who was talking to Roth and Grim on the other side of the kitchen. "She doesn't look scary."
"Give it a day then tell us if you still think that," Lara muttered with a knowing look. "If looks could kill..."
"I can hear you ladies perfectly clear from over here, y'know," Reyes suddenly spoke, before I could respond to Lara.
We all looked up to see Reyes narrowing her eyes at us from beside Roth and Grim, and without saying another word, the three of us scrambled out the kitchen with our tea. It was easy to know what Sam and Lara meant now. Reyes was not one to get on the bad side of.
After all the introductions were done, we finally set off on our expedition to Yamatai, and I was already looking forward to what this new adventure would bring.
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A few days into the journey and I already felt settled in on the ship, easily falling into a rhythm of everything. Between eating meals with the others, planning and filming footage with Sam and learning more about this mystery island of Yamatai, I was enjoying myself a lot.
I was especially enjoying getting to know Lara a bit more, outside of the usual greetings we exchanged at university. It was easy to warm up to her, though I suppose I always had. This time though, she seemed to be warming up to me too for a change and I gladly welcomed it. Though I looked for any excuse to hang around her, so it was no surprise she grew used to me.
It was a few days into it when I was getting some B-roll footage whilst Sam conducted some interviews with the crew. It was little things like Jonah cooking or Reyes fixing something or, in this instance, Lara working on some research in her room.
"So, you just wanna film me working?" she asked with confusion, after she let me in with the request of shooting some more.
"Yep, just keep doing what you're doing," I told her, nodding to her position at her desk where several papers and books were sprawled out.
"It's going to be a little boring, isn't it?" she mumbled, puzzled, as she looked back to her desk. "I'm just reading and making notes."
"That'll do," I assured her with a smile, before turning my camera on and pointing it her way. "Pretend I'm not here."
She nodded, clearly not understanding what B-roll meant, and it made me stifle a laugh as I began to film her working. It was obvious she was uncomfortable with the camera though, a little stiff, so I decided to have a little fun with it.
"So, here we have Miss Lara Croft, our resident researcher, hanging out and doing herโ well, her researching, of course," I narrated quietly, dead serious as I kept filming.
She glanced up at me, quirking a brow, but I ignored it and continued.
"As you can see, there's a bit of mythology here, some languages there."
"Y/N, what are you doing?" she finally asked, cheeks tinged pink.
I straightened up and lowered my camera slightly, playing dumb. "Oh, didn't Sam tell you?"
She furrowed her brows, suddenly intrigued. "Tell me what...?"
I nodded like it was obvious. "That we're making you a TV star."
Realising I was teasing her, she scoffed quietly, ready to retort, but I beat her to it.
"Yeah, people are gonna turn on their telly for Whitman, but stay for Lara Croft," I continued nonchalantly. "Everyone's gonna be wondering who the intelligent and cute researcher is that landed Whitman on the undiscovered island of Yamatai."
"Oh, now you're just being a pain in my arse," she said disapprovingly, standing up and going to her bed.
I couldn't help but laugh. "What? It's true! I'm just giving the people what they want, Lara."
As I lifted the camera to zoom in on her face, I realised a moment too late that she'd grabbed a pillow from her bed.
"Get out!" she said with a ghost of a smile, throwing said pillow at the camera.
All I did was laugh again and she suddenly launched a second one at my face before guiding me to the door.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving!" I defended with a grin, stepping outside her door.
She rolled her eyes at my expression, but not before her lips curved into a slight smile, then the door was slammed in my face.
Totally worth it.
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I wrinkled my nose uncomfortably, feeling myself drift from dreamland to reality. Something was tickling me and it wasn't doing anything to help with my nap.
When it wouldn't stop, I reached for my nose and cracked open an eye, only to see the blurry image of Lara and Alex kneeling down before me. Confused, I opened both eyes and realised they were holding my videocamera, clearly taping something.
"What are you idiots doing?" I mumbled tiredly, sitting up when they began to chuckle.
After a quick glance in my phone camera, my eyes widened when I saw what they'd done. Black eyeliner โ the same eyeliner in Lara's hand โ was drawn on my face into a moustache and bushy eyebrows, and they'd recorded the whole thing.
"Hey!" I shouted, fixing them with a glare, and as soon as I got up, they both began to squeal as they took my videocamera and ran out of there.
I struggled after them, making it as far as the hallway before I gave up with the chase, but not after shouting some select insults at them.
"You should've known not to fall asleep with them nearby," Sam warned with a stifled smile, leaning against the doorframe when she spotted me.
"Thanks for the advice," I said grumpily, before going to the bathroom to wipe it off.
After managing to scrub it off with some makeup wipes, I went to my cabin to relax in peace, then I heard a knock on my open door. Turning around, I narrowed my eyes suspiciously upon seeing Lara standing there, holding my videocamera.
"Sorry," she apologised, though it was hard to believe her when she was smiling uncontrollably.
"You're not though," I pointed out, accepting the camera from her grasp.
"Yeah, not really," she admitted with a chuckle, before following me to my bed to sit on it. "I was just getting that extra footage you wanted. B-roll, right?"
I tensed my jaw as I fixed her with a suspicious glance, seeing the innocent smile she feigned as she used my own words against me. Annoyingly enough, she was still cute.
"It's fine, Croft, I'll get my own back eventually," I replied as I leaned against my headboard.
"Oh, I'm so scared," she said sarcastically, sitting at the foot of my bed and leaning back against the dresser.
"You just see," I retorted knowingly, already planning several ways to get back at her and Alex.
She laughed, a wholehearted laugh that lit up the room in an instant and brought butterflies to my chest. "How about I make it up to you?"
I lifted a brow, curious. "Oh, yeah? How?"
She pulled her knees up to her chest as she gave me a proud look over them, brown eyes twinkling. "Jonah may or may not have snuck an extra stash of Jaffa Cakes on board for me. Some extras. And I may or may not be inclined to share."
I began to smile with amusement. "I suppose that could sway me."
Her own smile widened. "What are waiting for? C'mon!"
I laughed as she got off the bed. "What, now?"
"Duh!"
She was already leading the way out of my room, so I went on and followed after her, the two of us eventually settling in her cabin. I got comfortable on her bed as she dug around in her wardrobe before triumphantly pulling out a pack of Jaffa Cakes.
If I'd known Jaffa Cakes were the key to Lara Croft's heart, I would've bought them for her a long time ago. As soon as she pulled them out, she was instantly comfortable, settling on the bed beside me and splitting a few between us.
We fell into conversation about where she was up to with her research and her theories on Yamatai generally, and it was adorable watching how passionate she spoke of it all. One of the few times I'd seen her in her element was when she was working, theorising, researching. Despite only understanding half of what she was saying, I couldn't bear to interrupt because she looked so carefree talking about it.
Only when she was finished sharing her latest theory about the exact location of Yamatai โ something we still hadn't decided on as a crew โ and Whitman's reluctance to hear her out, did I speak.
"He's got all these degrees, but he doesn't seem very clever," I said what I was thinking, making her chuckle.
"Y/N, c'mon, that's mean," she said in a way that made me think she'd had the same thought too.
"What? It's true!" I defended. "You're a lot smarter than him, Lara. A million degrees or not, he should listen to you."
Her smile softened at my words. "Well, that's nice of you to say. Thank you."
I shrugged, not trying to be nice but genuinely meaning it. Whitman was a TV personality first and an archaeologist second. In the short time we'd spent together, it was easy to see he was only in it for the money and glory, whereas Lara was the prime example of someone with genuine interest in the discovery. It was a shame Whitman couldn't see that.
"What about you anyway?" she spoke, earning my attention. "How's your first voyage on sea?"
"Not bad actually," I said with a nod. "I've never been on a ship before so it's pretty exciting. Plus, it helps that I'm with friends. Those are the best kinds of jobs."
"Aww, you think of me as a friend?" she asked playfully, hand to her chest.
I met her eyes with a deadpan expression. "I was talking about Sam."
She scoffed before launching her pillow at my head, making me laugh as I blocked my face with my arms.
"I'm kidding!" I exclaimed. "But I mean it about the trip. It's fun. Plus, it's a job and it's always nice to get paid."
She rolled her eyes playfully, leaning back again. "What are you planning to do after?"
I looked up in thought before shrugging. "Dunno yet. I'll see what happens, I guess. How about you?"
"I'll probably work with Roth until I figure it out," she admitted.
I watched her with intrigue. "Sam mentioned you love travelling and archaeology. Showed me pictures from those trips you took together back in uni. It seems fitting you'd continue down that path."
A small smile appeared on her lips at the memory. "Yeah, those were fun. And I do, I just..." Her smile faded, a distant look in her eyes. "I'm not sure what to do just yet. My father, he... he started my love for it all, but I suppose I'm still discovering what I'm capable of."ย ย
I nodded slowly, though she seemed distracted by thoughts of her father. I recalled Sam mentioning in passing that her dad died when she was young, a famous archaeologist at the time. It was upsetting, but I didn't want Lara to feel like she had to share anything about that with me, so I didn't comment on it.
Instead, I said, "You're capable of a hell of a lot, Lara, I'm sure of it."
She hummed with amusement, lips curving into a smile as she glanced at me. It was clear she didn't believe me, but I hoped she would learn that for herself soon enough.
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It all happened so quickly, it almost didn't feel real.
One minute I was reading in my cabin, the next a loud crash woke me up and water was flooding the room. It was chaos โ the flashing lights, the roar of the ocean, the shouting from the crew โ and I could feel hands guiding me out on the deck, towards a boat, but the ship was sinking way too quickly and a wave crashed over us and then nothing.
If I didn't wake up spluttering in the sand, I would've believed I'd died in the crash.
Coughs wracked my body as I spat out seawater in the dark, my eyes barely adjusting in the moonlight. Again, the roar of the ocean filled my ears and I could feel the water rising and falling at my feet where I must have washed up onshore.
It took me a moment to accept I was alive, and then another moment to understand what the hell had happened. I rose to my feet, turning around with wide eyes as I saw remnants of other boats, long-abandoned and crashed on shore. Where the hell was I? Where were the others?
My body was aching and my head was spinning, but I pushed that all aside as I looked around frantically, hoping to see anyone else. If I'd washed up here, surely they had too!
There was no sign of anyone near me and I looked ahead to see the forest, afraid to go anywhere near it, especially at night. But my hesitation was the perfect chance for a stranger to shout out into the night, startling me. I spun around, confused when I saw a creepy man walking towards me. Where the hell had he come from?
And why was he holding a gun?
My eyes widened as his pace picked up, and I didn't think twice as I ran away from him, using the density of the trees to hide my figure from his rising gun. He was shouting to some others, but I refused to stop running despite the bushes whipping me in the face and shredding my clothes.
Nothing was making sense, but I knew I definitely wasn't about to die on some random island.
When I was sure I'd put some distance between us, I hid behind a large tree, pressing my body to the tree trunk and holding my breath. Sweat coated my skin and I felt like I was about to pass out, but I had to find the others. And the only way to do that was to get away from this psycho island native who wanted to kill me.
Five minutes passed where I didn't move a muscle and I was sure I'd escaped, but then hands suddenly grabbed me, making my heart stop, and I was thrown to the ground.
"Where the hell d'you think you're going?" the man snarled from above me, sadistic grin forming on his lips.
I scrambled backwards on my hands, heart thumping in my chest. He pointed his gun at me and I stopped, no choice but to obey.
"Stand up," he ordered.
I swallowed thickly and began to stand slowly, aware of his deadly aim. "Please, I don't know who you are, butโ"
"Shut up!" he said, smacking the gun across my face, taking me completely by surprise.
I blinked the stars from my eyes as he grabbed me by my shirt, holding me in place. He said nothing else as he began dragging me forward, but I knew I couldn't let him take me. If I was going to die, I'd at least let it be fighting.
Assuming I was still dazed, he paid no mind when I suddenly elbowed him in the gut. It was his turn to be surprised and I used that to try and take his gun, but he only shoved me off him with force.
Cursing inwardly and starting to panic, I turned around to run away again, but he shot his gun blindly and it skimmed my arm, both the noise and pressure making me falter.
I groaned as I clutched my arm, eyes burning with unshed tears, and then I felt the stranger wrestle me to the ground.
"You little bitch," he grunted, attempting to straddle me.
I kicked him, trying to flee, but all I succeeded in doing was knocking the gun from his hands. He shouted as he forced himself on me, straddling me and wrapping his hands around my throat.
My hands scratched at his skin, trying to make him budge, but he was squeezing so tightly that my breathing was getting cut off.
I tried grabbing around for something, anything, to defend myself with, but I couldn't feel anything nor move my head to see. I struggled, becoming lightheaded, terrified as this sicko's eyes watched from above with adoration, and then I felt it. Some sort of blade, dangling out the pocket of his trousers.
With one swift movement, I jammed it into the side of his head, making him yell and let go immediately. There was blood, I could feel it running down my hand, but I didn't stop as I jammed the blade into his head again, knocking him off me. I did it once more for good measure, the light leaving his eyes and the side of his head gushing with blood, and only when I was sure I was safe and could catch my breath again did I stop.
My throat was sore as I gasped, hand dropping the pocket knife, and that was when I felt the warm blood and looked down. Crimson soaked my hand, splattered across my skin. My eyes drew upwards to the dead body โ the body I killed โ and the combination of that, my nausea from the crash and the fact that I'd almost died made me throw up.
Tears streamed down my face as I wiped my mouth, body trembling, cold from the water. What had I done? How had I become a murderer so quickly?
My head whipped around when I heard male voices in the distance and I tensed up. Horrified, I got up and left the scene without lingering, running in the opposite direction as far as I could go before I was certain I was alone.
It was still so dark out, the forest becoming more and more terrifying as I stumbled further into it. My ears were perked up, listening for any sound of my friends or my attackers, but I couldn't hear a thing. It only dawned on me when I'd put a lot of distance between me and the body that I stupidly didn't grab the gun, so I found a large stick on the floor and kept a vice-like grip on it as I got more and more lost.
After what felt like forever but was probably only half an hour, I saw light in the distance and hesitantly approached. It was a campfire, which could be good or bad. But when I reached it, nobody was there. Strange.
I looked around cautiously before doing a once over of the ruins the campfire was in, worried I'd stumbled onto a hideout of my attackers. And then I heard a noise and my heart froze in my chest, panic settling in as I feared the worst.
Weapon in hand, I hid behind a crumbling wall, holding my breath for the second time that night. There were footsteps approaching and my grip tightened on the stick in my hand, ready to swing if need be.
As soon as the stranger stepped beside me, about to check my hiding spot, I leapt out and swung my stick with a scream. The stranger ducked just on time, and as I pulled back to swing again, they looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"Y/N!"
I paused, stick falling from my grasp when I recognised Lara standing before me.
"Oh my god, Lara," I blubbered, ever so relieved to see a familiar face, before meeting her halfway in a tight embrace. Half crying, I continued, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I thoughtโ they were following me and theyโ Iโ"
"It's okay, it's just me," she assured me, before pulling back slightly, and she looked as worse for wear as I felt.
Her eyes tracked my expression, down to my blood-splattered clothes, and I knew what she was thinking. Shame and guilt and fear all suffocated me under her gaze.
"I didn't mean to," I said weakly, shaking my head. "I didn't, but he was gonnaโ he tried toโ"
"Hey, it's okay, I understand," she said with concern, pulling me in for another hug. "It's okay."
I tried to calm myself, but I couldn't stop trembling with both fear and relief. At least I wasn't alone anymore.
"You're hurt," I realised when I pulled back, spotting a dark patch on her shirt, where her stomach was. "Shit, Lara, are youโ?"
"I'm fine," she said quickly, though her hand resting on the wound wasn't promising, neither was her rattled expression.
"Laraโ"
"I think I know where the others are," she cut me off before I could question her. "We should find them. We're not alone out here."
Her tone of voice made me realise she'd had her own fight with some island natives. Was that how she'd gotten hurt?
I nodded, squeezing her hand as comfortingly as I could, considering. "Let's go."
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The next two days were the worst of my life, of all of our lives, no doubt.
Sam had been taken by the island natives, who worshipped the Sun Queen, Himiko, which was coincidentally who this whole expedition was about. The island we'd washed up on was Yamatai, but nobody could have expected it to be this deadly. Lara and Dr. Whitman were separated from Jonah, Alex, Reyes and I, as were Roth and Grim.
I was certain we were going to die, especially when we were locked up in a cell, dangling like bait. But Lara did the impossible and saved us all, even bringing Sam back.
We escaped to a different part of the island where Reyes thought she could revive an old boat for us to escape on. But Lara thought it was impossible, theorising that the island was stopping us from leaving โ that Himiko was. Naturally, Reyes thought she was insane, especially after we just lost Roth, Grim and Alex.
"It was your idea to come here and look what happened?!" Reyes shouted at Lara harshly.
"Reyes," Jonah said in a disappointed voice.
"What? It's true!" Reyes retorted without an ounce of remorse. "It was her idea to head in this direction. We're in this mess because of her!"
"That's not fair, Reyes," I said with a frown.
"No, she's right," Lara agreed with a neutral expression, giving nothing away. "This is my fault. But I'm telling you, even if we fix the boat, we won't be able to leave. I found something, a way we might be able to control the storms. Butโ"
"Save it," Reyes snapped. "I'll be fixing this boat and leaving. With or without you."
She stormed off as Jonah sighed and went after her. Meanwhile Sam gave me a knowing look before wrapping an arm around Lara.
"We aren't leaving without you," she promised, but Lara only sighed and shrugged Sam off.
"You won't be leaving at all unless we can control these storms," Lara pointed out. "I'm going to see what the caves reveal. A soldier's entry talks about something we can use."
"Lara," Sam said, meeting her eyes. "Can't you justโ?"
"It's the only way, Sam," Lara said, and a hint of guilt was in her voice. "I'm gonna get us all home. I have to."
Sam frowned, but pulled her in for a hug. "Be safe."
"I will," Lara promised, squeezing her best friend.
Sam joined the others as I quirked a brow at Lara.
"What?" she asked, shuffling uncomfortably under my stare.
"You can't just go back out there, not when a bunch of crazy people are trying to kill us," I told her, stepping forward.
"Please, don't make me try to convince you too," Lara groaned.
"Reyes was wrong, what she said," I said, finding her eyes. "None of this is your fault. You couldn't have knownโ"
"We came because I thought I knew what I was doing," Lara cut me off abruptly, before flinching at the harshness of it. "I have to fix this."
I frowned, studying her guilt-laden eyes. She was too stubborn to listen to me, and annoyingly enough, I believed what she was saying about the storms and the island stopping us from leaving. There was something seriously paranormal going on. And if she could find a way to stop it, she should.
"Fine," I gave in, making her raise her brows. "But let me come with you."
She shook her head instantly. "I'll be quicker on my ownโ"
"Laraโ"
"You'll only slow me down," she added.
"I can help, I'll beโ"
"I said no!" she snapped, startling me. Closing her eyes briefly, she breathed out. "We've lost too many. I can't risk losing another. I won't have you dying on me, Y/N."
I took her hand in mine, glad when she opened her eyes to look at me. "And what about you? Who stops you dying on me?"
She pursed her lips, saying nothing, but the determination was still present and I knew I couldn't sway her.
"Be careful," I pleaded, pulling her in for a hug. "And come back. Please."
She nodded slowly, returning my hug. "I will."
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Imagine Egg A1 still has one life left, and it somehow manages to escape the facility... It is being followed by mobs, by Federation employees, being hurt by the poison ivy and other environmental threats, but it keeps running, because what other choice is there? That parkour course was a trick after all, the last block was a fake, it was never meant to pass that test in the first place.
So it keeps running, but the Federation workers are getting closer. It won't be able to avoid them forever...
But then it bursts through some bushes and comes face to face with someone new - and it's Bad, out building or exploring or just wandering alone. A1 is immediately afraid, of course. It is a stranger, a very visually striking stranger, the complete opposite of the pure white and featureless employees of the Federation. But there are people close behind, and it knows what will happen to it if it is caught, so... It has no choice but to try. It has no way to communicate, no signs or books, so it simply rushes to hide behind him and hopes he understands, and that he is willing to help...
And Bad, for his part, well.. he's an extremely cautious and paranoid person, and this is just an incredibly confusing and unexpected situation to be in. An unknown egg appeared out of nowhere and is hiding behind him, he can see Federation employees in the distance that are clearly looking for something... He knows that the code has been disguising itself as eggs, and that the strange egg in front of him with no marks, no distinguishing features, an egg that he has never seen before, could easily be the code monster preparing to attack at any moment...
But there is absolutely no way Bad could ever look at an egg in distress and not try to help it, even knowing it could be a trap.
So he quickly digs a shallow hole and pushes the mysterious egg into it, covering it up just in time, and when the employees throw him a book asking if he had seen anything, he lies effortlessly, he complains about nonsense, he asks them where the Ekea is and is as annoying as he can be, until they leave.
And now they're alone... just Bad an this mystery egg in the middle of the woods, A1 too afraid to leave the hole even when Bad tries to coax it out. He gives it food and tries his best to comfort it, to tell it everything is okay and that the pursuers are gone. He gives it some signs and a book, trying to see if it will write anything to him or answer any of his questions, but he gets no reply. A1 is just too afraid to even attempt to answer, and Bad doesn't even know if it understands him. He tries what few words he does know of the other languages, and still no response.
What should he do? As much as the image of a tiny, terrified egg makes him want to do all he can for it he also needs to be safe. He can't bring it home, because if it is a code there is no way he is bringing it anywhere near Dapper. Should he call someone else for help, or would that draw too much attention? Would it even be safe for him or the egg to let anyone know right now? And was this egg dangerous, or harmless and in need of protection? He wouldn't abandon it regardless but...
What now?
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(T/HRONE OF GLAS$ SPOILERS AHEAD! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PAST Q/UEEN OF SHADOW$ BE WARNED!)
My love for R/owan is boundless, and the series would be infinitely better if he was sick.
This is a multi-part fic of A/elin and R/owan training on a mountain and YEAH! HE HAS A COLD!
not much sneezing yet but it will come I promise
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Aelin stalks through the underbrush with lethal silence. Leaves covered with dew from the early morning mist streak across her face, dotting her cheeks. Her prey, a mountain hare the size of her head, nibbles on the sparse grass a few yards away.
She knocks her arrow, slipping in a breath. She canโt wait to see the look on Rowanโs face when she brings back a hare this size. Slowly, she pulls the bowstring back, kissing against her face. The hare turns, startled, breaths coming fast. Now or neverโ
โhhโrZzSHHhโuh!โย
Aelin gasps at the sound that echoes around the mountain. It cracks like a whip, scaring even the crows nesting in trees. The hare takes off and she desperately releases the arrow after her prey. The point finds its home in the thick trunk of a tree rather than the soft neck of the hare.
There goes breakfast. Her stomach growls pitifully. Seething, she rises from the brush and goes to retrieve her arrow.ย
Five minutes later, Aelin stalks back to the makeshift camp she and Rowan had assembled the night before. The Fae prince had forced her to run from the castle to these distant mountains, shifting in and out of her Fae form to master control, where he then informed her they would be camping for a week out in the elements. And she was to hunt their every meal in between training.
It was a pathetic time, especially with the rain that has settled across the mountain. Damp and cold to her bones, Aelin approaches their campsite. Rowan, appearing much drier than she, sits by the fire she had sparked earlier that morning. He looks oddly run down, like he hadnโt slept much the night before.
Aelin is sure he hadnโt. The mountains were too misty to sleep outside without waking up damp, so they had packed just one tent to keep their baggage light. Lying beside Rowan, last night she had been the private audience to his tossing and turning, grumbling, and finally his snoring.ย
โYou fucking bastard. You scared off breakfast,โ she hisses as she approaches, throwing her bow and bundle of arrows down by the tent. Rowan does not look up from the dagger he cleans in his hands.
โAnd how โ snf! โ pray tell, did I scare breakfast from here?โ He grumbles. Aelin catches the way he sniffles thickly, his nostrils twitching up with the force of it.
She drops her satchel, full of only a bundle of pathetic berries.ย โYou sneezed.โ She tries not to give in the warmth that pools in her lower stomach at the memory of the sound. Itโs the first time she had ever heard him sneeze, and she was not disappointed. โFor someone so keen on silence, I expected youโd know how to sneeze more quietly.โ
Rowan doesnโt even grace her taunting with a reply, or a snarl. He just continues rubbing a cloth down the length of his dagger. Strange. He must be feeling really tired if he didnโt bother to punish her for such a remark.ย
She sits down across from the fire, on a log theyโd rolled over so they didnโt sit on wet grass. Feigning interest in destemming the berries sheโd picked, she studies him through the crackling flames.ย
His white hair is loose around his shoulders, creating a curtain that shields the dark tattoo running along his tan face. The tips of his Fae ears poke out just behind the white strands. After weeks of training with him, sleeping out in the elements beside him, sheโs learned that he prefers to tie his hair up. Itโs so rare to see him with it down.
โMore hand to hand combat training today, or magic training?โ She asks, breaking the silence that is only marred by the crackling flames.
Rowan sets the dagger aside. โYour job was to hunt. And since you still havenโt caught anything, your job is still to hunt.โ He settles his sharp green eyes on her, brows set. If he didnโt piss her off so much, she might actually tremble under his gaze.
She raises her palms in defeat. โFine, fine. But if you sneeze and scare off my prey again, I wonโt be sharing the catch with you.โ Even if sheโd very much like for him to sneeze again, sheโd rather eat first.
In one swoop, she picks up her bow and arrows and satchel again before setting off. With her Fae senses, she could scent a herd of deer in the southwest. Now that would show Rowan. Perhaps sheโd bring back a buck, and spear him with its antlers.
As soon as she leaves the camp, nearly out of earshot, she hears the same thunderstrike from before. Perhaps Rowan had been waiting for her to leave.
โhhzjHSHHhieWw!โ
A shiver runs down her spine as more startled crows caw in the trees.
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Two hours later, Aelin returns with a small doe slung across her shoulders.
Itโs mid afternoon. She had been lucky a herd was still grazing so late in the morning down by the clearing. Sheโd been even luckier that Rowan had either gotten his sneezing under control, or learned how to be quiet, because nothing had startled her catch this time.
โLunch,โ she declares to Rowan, dropping the deer to the grass. He hasnโt moved from his spot by the fire. โIs served.โ
โIt was supposed to beโ snf! Breakfast,โ he mutters, reaching the dagger at his side from earlier. His voice sounds dulled, like heโs congested.
Aelin rolls her eyes. โWell, itโs not like you helped. And I got us a catch to last us days.โ She pats the stomach of the doe proudly. It isnโt very old โ thereโs still a sprinkling of fawn spots across her back. Aelin feels a twang of guilt for not singling out an older one.
Rowan pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing through his mouth. Aelin hardly has time to prepare before he jerks down towards his crotch, a light mist spraying across his trousers.
โhiHhโ... yHhZzSHhhyuu!โ A familiar, rushing heat spreads through Aelinโs gut. She swallows, watching as he rubs his nose on his wrist and glares up at her. Is he going to get mad at her for his sneezing?
Rowan chooses not to comment on it, something Aelin is secretly grateful for. โYou wereโ snf! instructed to catch something small. Weโre moving camp this afternoon.โ He angles the pommel of the dagger towards her.
โWhat?!โ
โRain is coming tonight and will flood this area. I told you this morning. And now youโve wasted a young doeโs life.โ
A flame of rage flickers to life inside her chest. This is all his fault. โWell, I wouldnโt have wasted jack-shit if you hadnโt ruined my catch earlโโ
โAelin,โ he growls, a no-nonsense sound. The tips of his canines poke past his lips. Aelin shuts up immediately.ย
He stands, crossing the camp in two strides, and shoves the pommel of the knife against her stomach. She glares beneath his gaze. โYou missed the catch because you did not act fast enough. Now you can either carry the doe across the mountain, orโฆ hhHโ!โ His breath snags, eyes looking off into the distance for a split second. Aelinโs heart hammers in her chest.
He quickly recovers and sniffs again, much to her disappointment, and focuses his gaze on her. โOr you can leave it and realise you wasted a young animalโs life for your pride.โย
Before she can retort, he turns on his heel and she offers a middle finger to his large, muscular back.ย
As if sensing her, he says over his shoulder, โAndโ sNf!โ pack up the tent.โ
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Sickness update: Still coughing, but it's (mostly) dry coughing now, and my headache is gone! But I'm not at 100% back-to-normal mental capacity yet either :(
Writing update: I've been hard at work on my angsty longfic! I was going to work on something lighter (especially with my cold) but all of a sudden more and more ideas to add to my AU kept popping in my head and I just had to jot them down.
Before long I was finally organizing my outline by putting all my previous bullet-point came-to-me-at-random-times-of-the-night-and-put-in-an-equally-random-order concepts into plot-chronological order as they should be, and making headings/sections for the major location changes to find stuff easier, and getting down how exactly series-and-collection-wise I want to go about categorizing the fic and its sequels, and finalizing their titles (which are all names of songs on The Glitch Mob's Drink the Sea album, give it a listen with good headphones if you haven't before, it's great background music!!) and oh yeah I needed to go over the h2hs again better open that doc, and I definitely need to have the game's script and cutscenes on hand for reference as needed (which was very frequently) and now baby I've got a stew going
I'm having so much fun writing characters I haven't gotten to write before, and (minor/vague Xenoblade spoilers) digging into the details of the lore about Face Mechon and expanding on my take of what was happening on the Mechonis before the party got there, and fitting lots of little puzzle pieces that the game gives you but doesn't directly tell you they belong together which is why I love it so much, and getting into such a nice flow state with it all and gjshfhskfh I love Xenoblade 1 so muchhhhhh!!!
So all that is to say I will hopefully be posting the prologue tomorrow or the day after! :) No promises as it's gotten much longer/more-detailed than I planned for (although I really should have expected that, it's always how it goes with me when I'm having fun writing I just can't stop haha) but it is most definitely on the way to being published soon!
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btw we're dancing ever closer to a large milestone so. congrats. this is terrifying. where did you people come from. how are you still here.
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oh
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i need to find/get a new story notebook sooner rather than later
(i have two and a half pages left in the current notebook, which sounds like a lot until you realize just how messy a writer i am)
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but I would die for you in secret
summary: The relationship you have with Joel Miller isโฆ complicated, and youโre not entirely sure what to even call it. Thereโs the fact no one can know, so his kid doesnโt find out, and youโre pretty sure heโs ashamed of your age differenceโheโs not your boyfriend, but you only fuck each other; this thing started months ago, and Joel does not like it when men give you attention, because he wants you all to himself. But again, heโs not your sexy, older boyfriend.
pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader
rating: E (18+!! No y/n, porn with some plot, explicit smut, Possessive Joel Miller, Joel being a lil dominant, age gap (unspecified, reader is an adult), secret relationship, sneaking around, accidental voyeurism, edging, orgasm denial, mutual masturbation, dirty talk (so much), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), rough sex, explicit consent, creampie, spanking, spit as lube, love confession, Good Parent Joel Miller, Ellie giving Joel so much shit, TLOU AU where Joel doesnโt lie to Ellie and theyโre good when they get back to Jackson)
word count: 7.1k+
a/n: Hey! I needed a break from my long fic that Iโve been writing nonstop for five months, and I was really missing Joel and Ellie, so here we are. I hope you enjoy! Thank you to @juletheghoul for betaing!
Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. Iโd love to know what you thought!
Masterlist - One Shot
The relationship you have with Joel Miller isโฆ complicated.
To start with, thereโs the age difference. It doesnโt bother you at all, and why should it? Youโre both consenting adults who know what they want, but heโs got this idea in his head that he shouldnโt be chasing someone so much younger than him and that you should be with somebody your own ageโhe mentions this almost every single time youโre alone together, and you've learned a simple flash of your tits or a sudden kiss will make those thoughts disappear.
Then there's the fact he isn't your boyfriend, yet you only fuck each other. His days are spent working whatever job heโs assigned here in Jackson and heโs at your place most nights after his daughter goes to bedโhowever, thatโs a secret; No one can know about you two, even though Joelโs a tiny bit possessive and doesn't take kindly to other men giving you attention; which you're not one to judge because you can't stand when women flirt with him, especially Sandra, his next-door neighbor who won't leave him the fuck alone after the many times heโs told her heโs not interested.
So, again, he's not your boyfriend, but neither of you wants to fuck anyone else; whatever this thing is between you has been going on for over eight months, and he doesnโt want people to know youโre togetherโyet, any time he catches a man being too friendly with you, there's a 100% chance a grumpier than usual Joel will show up at your house that night, and at some point, while heโs fucking your brains out, he'll let a 'Mine' slip out.
Clearly, you have some kind of relationship with him, and it borders somewhere between fuck buddies and him being your boyfriend; where it gets confusing is it's not all sex with him. If his kid is staying over at a friend's, he'll show up at yours earlier than normal, and usually, with a movie he hadn't seen since the world ended or a record he thought you'd enjoy that you both listen to all the way through for him to tell you facts and anecdotes that he could possibly be the only person on the entire planet who knows.
If you need anything fixed around your house, he'll do it, and sometimes you don't even have to ask. You'll mention something, and the next thing you know, he's at your front door with a toolboxโsometimes, he uses doing repairs as a ruse so people will see him arriving at your place with his tools when, in actuality, heโs there to spend the day with you.
Youโre also probably the only person, unrelated to him, he has actual conversations with; thereโs hardly any grumbling or muttering.
There is a reason he won't acknowledge youโre dating, and it's his sixteen-year-old daughter whom he doesn't want to know he has a love lifeโit's to where Joel's basically taken the role of the rebellious teenager, sneaking out of his own home in the middle of the night to ensure she's unaware he left.
It's an accumulation of factors why she can't know. The big two, you think, are your age, and you know for sure he doesn't want Ellie to think she'll be any less important to him or that he's abandoning her if he's seeing someoneโhe worries she wonโt take it well, and from what you know she's been through, you can understand why heโs being so protective.
Do you wish you could openly be in a relationship with Joel? Sure, it'd make you happy to shove it in Sandra, his stupid neighbor's face that he's taken.
That isn't a possibility, though, and honestly, what the two of you have is good, so you're not going to make a fuss about labels.
It's been a few nights since Joel has snuck over to your place, and you know why he hasn't stopped byโEllieโshe's sick with a cold, and to put things mildly, her father is freaking the fuck out that it could turn into something worse, and he won't let her out of his sight.
Now, if a person didn't want their child to know they were dating anyone, theyโd keep them separated, right? Well, you live across the street from themโthat's how you met Joel; he saw someone had moved into the tiny one-bedroom, one-bath home across from his and came over to introduce himselfโand since you live across the way from him, and Ellie, the two of you have this, 'Just being a good neighbor,โ act, where any interactions you have in public, are under the guise that youโre just friendly neighbors. So, Ellie has spoken to you many times and has even invited you to hang out and eat meals with them at their house or in the mess hall, where Joel always does his damndest to act indifferent.
Joel left a simple note three days ago stating Ellie was feeling under the weather on your front door. The next day, you stopped by, as the good neighbor you are, to drop off some chicken soup you convinced the kitchen at the mess hall to make. Joel had let you in with a โThanksโ and took the large bowl from you to the kitchen, and you followed the sounds of sniffles to the living room, where you found the teenager wrapped in a blanket on the couch, her stuffed-up voice exclaiming when she saw you in relief you were there so sheโd have someone other than her dad to look at or talk to; obviously, she was tired of him, and with how he was hovering, and fussing over her like a mother hen, you wouldโve been tired of him, too.
The man had bags under his worried eyes and looked like he hadnโt slept since sheโd gotten sick. After he served her some soup and saw she was eating it, Ellie and you convinced him to take a nap while you hung out with his kidโthe kid youโve had a suspicion for a while knows thereโs something up between you and her father, simply because every time the two of you are alone, she grills you about your love life.
The thing is, she always fishes for information you wonโt give her, but she never seems bothered by the prospect of Joel dating; frankly, sheโs supportive and wants him to be happy. However, that wasnโt something you could tell him because heโd probably end things with you immediately, so youโd have to wait for them to eventually have a heart-to-heart for him to find outโwhich, youโre not holding your breath with how bad they both are at talking to each other about their feelings.
And now itโs been over three days since you last got laid, and after having great sex regularly, the horniness is hitting you hard tonight, and you need to come.
It might be the dead of winter, but youโve pushed the blankets to the end of your queen-sized bed, the old sheets not as soft as you imagined theyโd once been when they were new, your bare, heated skin pressing into them. Youโre lying in the middle of the mattress, your head cushioned by a pillow thatโd lost its firmness long ago, your naked legs spread while your fingers rub at your swollen clit just right, the others pinching at your pebbled nipple to have the pleasure welling up inside you. Youโve been biting your bottom lip so much itโs sore, your breaths panting from your lungs, the wood stove in the living room keeping your house warm, and that, combined with your arousal, has a thin layer of sweat coating your body.
Sure, you can get yourself off, but the orgasm will be nowhere near as good as what Joel coaxes from you; itโll take the edge off, at least, so youโll feel a little better.
For the last hour, youโve been building yourself up, almost hitting your peak, and stopping, edging yourself over and over again to try to make yourself come as hard as you can by your own hand to assuage some of your needโthe sheets are wet under your ass where youโve dripped onto them.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, thinking about that one night Joel saw some guy about your age at the bar laying it on thick to get you to leave with him, and how after you turned him down and left, a familiar presence followed you along the dark streets. You had to keep quiet when those big, gun-calloused hands you knew all too well pulled you into the stable that had nobody in it except the horsesโJoel fucked you from behind against a wall, having to brace yourself with your arms on it. You remembered his palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds and him blanketing himself over your back to have his lips at your ear while he pounded into you hard and fast, quietly grunting about how you were his and that no one could make you feel as good as he did. There was no forgetting how his cock stretched open your cunt, or how before he sheathed himself inside you, you heard him spit on his fingers to slick himself up; the way he made you come around him while he circled your clit with those same digits. The memory of how heโd worked himself up so much heโd forgotten to pull out and spilled deep in your pussy, has you so close to coming by your hand you moan loudly, โJoel.โ
โStop,โ the familiar gruff voice makes your eyes snap open as you gasp, immediately sitting up on your elbows.
There at the foot of the bed is the man on your mindโhe mustโve taken off his winter jacket in the living roomโhis green flannel shirt is gaping from most of the buttons being undone, revealing his chest, his grey waves of hair looking to be slightly damp from melted snowflakes. What steals your attention is the fact his jeans are unbuttoned and open, and heโs slowly stroking his hard dick; from how the tip is angry red, leaking precum, and his shaft shines, heโs been watching and jerking off for some time.
โJoel,โ his name comes out as a whisper, and your eyes flick up to his, finding them dark and staring hungrily between your legs at your glistening cunt.
Youโre so happy to see him youโre not even mad he ruined your orgasm, knowing heโll make it up to you.
โHow many times have you made yourself come while Iโve been busy?โ he asks, finally meeting your gaze, his expression grumpy.
โNo-none,โ you stammer.
His eyebrow lifts. โYou lyinโ to me, sweetheart?โ
โNo.โ You shook your head. โAre you mad at meโฆ?โ
His face pinches in confusion. โWhat? No. Iโm not mad at you, baby. Iโm mad at myself for leavinโ you hanginโ.โ He undoes the last two buttons on his shirt and shrugs it off for it to fall to the floor, pushing down his pants to step out of them, now standing before you completely naked.
His body is a tapestry of littered scars that tell of his fight to survive this long, some from injuries youโre sure shouldโve killed him. Yet, somehow, if by spite or the grace of God, he managed to stay aliveโyour fingers have traced many of them, mapping the silvery and pink lines in the quiet of the night with only the glow of a bedside lamp. With what people have to do in order to keep living these days, they rarely like to share the stories behind their close calls to death. Still, thereโs a jagged scar low on the right side of his stomach lesser men would have died from, you noticed the first time he took his shirt off, and you always wanted to know the story of. Surprisingly, he told you how he got it a few months into this not-not relationship when you asked.
Excitement pools in your belly, your pussy throbbing needily, watching as he climbs onto the bed to kneel in front of you, between your legs, down by your ankles.
โTouch yourself,โ he orders and takes himself in hand again, languidly pumping his cock. โI wanna watch you make yourself come; then Iโm gonna show you how Iโm better than everyone, includinโ you, at gettinโ you off.โ
Your cunt clenches because he is better, and the promise has you doing as he said, sliding your hand down to the apex of your thighs to rub your clit the way you like while you watch him fist his shaft. This isnโt the first time heโs watched you touch yourself, and youโre sure if it was anyone else, youโd feel embarrassed, but with how the desire is clear as he stares at what youโre doing, it spurs you on.
Having been so close to coming when he told you to stop, and now, itโs turning you on so much that heโs jacking off to what youโre doing, all of it is building you back up quickly, the familiar heat growing at the base of your spine.
โJust like that, baby,โ he rasps and wets his bottom lip. โKeep rubbinโ that pretty pussyโdid you miss me?โ
โYes.โ
He hums in the back of his throat. โMissed how good I make you feelโhow I stretch open that perfect cunt with my cock? Do I fuck you so good, you were thinkinโ about me to make yourself come?โ
The strokes of his hand sound wetter, your arousal drooling onto the bedding while the muscles in your belly begin to tighten.
โYes,โ you gasp.
โThatโs right, you were. So fuckinโ pretty spread out like this for meโI wanna taste you, shove my face in your pussy, and drown in it; just look at how youโre drippinโ for me.โ
โJoel,โ you moan. Youโre so close itโs not going to take much more.
โGod, I fuckinโ missed that sound; I missed hearinโ your voice and how good you smell, how soft your skin is, and the few hours I get to sleep next to youโcome for me, baby. Come all over your fingers, and Iโll give you my dickโIโll make those gorgeous eyes roll back in your head and give it to you so good, I ruin you for anyone else.โ
Heโs already ruined you for anyone else, and you doubt thereโs another whoโd fuck you as good as him.
Itโs the thought that heโs yours and no one else can have him like this that sends you over the edge, your body seizing up as you come, pleasure erupting from your center as you moan his name.
He doesnโt give you a chance to recover, batting away your hand to dive in and bury his face in your wet heat. He shoves his tongue inside your soaked hole, groaning loudly as he laps at your come, your body trembling when he drags the flat of it up through your folds to suck your clit between his lips. Your fingers press into his hair, soft sounds leaving your throat at how good it feels.
The one orgasm isnโt enoughโyou need more, his mouth igniting arousal to burn hot in your belly, making you feel achingly empty. Heโs licking up every bit of your need, coating your sex, moving to flick his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Youโre feeling greedy; what heโs doing isnโt enough, and you want, no, need him inside you.
You pull at his hair as you tell him in a somewhat whiny tone, โFuck me, Joelโstop making me wait.โ
His chuckle vibrates into your sensitive skin before he rises to kneel with a groan. โImpatient.โ He smacks your thigh. โFlip, ass up.โ And itโs not a suggestion, his hands on your waist helping you to roll over, pulling your backside up into the air while your torso is against the sheets. Your knees are sinking into the bed and spread a little, putting yourself on display for him, the mattress jostling when he shuffles forward, feeling his body heat behind you. His palm lands on your asscheek hard, the sharp sting making you moan. โNow, ask me nicely to fuck you.โ
You shouldโve known he wouldnโt care for your lack of manners.
Your head is resting on your crossed arms in front of you.
โJoel, will you please fuck me?โ you ask as sweetly as possible.
โYes.โ
The sound of him spitting on his fingers meets your ears, and you know heโs slicking himself up. One of his hands holds your hip, the other guiding his cock through the lips of your pussy to wet it even more, nudging your clitโit doesnโt seem like heโs in a mood to tease too much. Your eyes slip shut when he notches himself at your entrance and starts slowly feeding himself into you, your tight, velvety walls expanding to take the considerable girth of him, whining as he fills you. He slides all the way home, your cunt throbbing around him.
โFuck, thatโs good,โ he groans. โIs this what your needy little pussy wanted?โ
โYes,โ you moan.
Heโs as deep as he can go and pulls out until just the tip remains, and slams back into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungsโoh, this is going to be one of those times where he fucks you to the point your legs are too shaky to walk on afterward. The pace he sets is deliciously brutal and has your eyes rolling back, all thoughts leaving your brain, unable to think with how heโs pressing into so many heavenly spots, his grip tight on your waist.
The sounds in the room are obsceneโthe springs beneath you are squeaking, and thereโs the noisy slap of his hips colliding with your ass, Joel grunting with each dull smack of his skin to yours, while you gasp out moans.
Heโs fucking you so good, your orgasm is already taking shape, its fiery tendrils tightening in your core with each stroke.
โYou feel so fuckinโ good,โ he says through gritted teeth. โYouโre so fuckinโ wetโI could live in this perfect pussy.โ
His hand slaps your ass hard enough the crack echoes amongst the four walls, the sweet pain making you clench around him and press back into his thrusts, crying out his name.
โDoes it feel good, baby?โ he asks. โDid you miss getting fucked like this? You love thisโthis pussy is mine, isnโt it? Youโre mine.โ
Heโs not wrong; you are his, and all you can do is mewl in reply, waves of your arousal seeping down his shaft to catch on his balls.
His gun-calloused hands adjust on your hips to get a better grip, pulling you back each time his dick impales you, fucking you harder and faster, hearing him panting behind youโthe wet sounds of him working himself in and out of your drenched cunt, are loud, and lewd.
Youโre so close; youโre just needingโ
Joel leans forward to get his hand under your body to the swollen pearl of your clit, circling it how he knows you like it.
โCome on, sweetheart,โ he grits out. โLet me have itโsoak my cock with your come. Let me feel youโI know youโre almost there.โ
Thatโs itโthe knot in your belly winds tighter and tighter until the tension snaps, and you fall over the edge with a silent cry, your pussy clamping down on him hard enough that it slows his rhythm almost to a stop. Joel groans loudly while euphoria explodes out from your center, feeling it spread to your fingers and toes. Your brain goes blissfully blank, and your legs tremble under you like a leaf in the wind.
A gasp leaves you when he suddenly pulls out and flips you onto your back, taking his place between your spread thighs. He puts your legs high on his ribs, holding his weight on one arm while his other hand sheaths himself back inside you.
Itโs not surprising that youโve found yourself under his hulking frame with his hips snapping in and out of youโwhen you open your eyes, his are closed, his expression looking pained, and itโs his broad shoulders and head that take up your vision. This is how Joel wanted to fuck you from the start, but heโs a gentleman and did your preferred position first.
Your fingernails end up digging into the skin of his shoulder blades for something to hold on to, and he kisses over your chest to duck his head, wrapping his lips around a stiff nipple and sucking on it, the shock of pleasure causing a moan to slip from your throat. His breaths are heavy, and you know he wonโt last much longer.
Your voice is hoarse when you speak, telling him what you know he needs to hear, โI missed you, Joel.โ He whines. โI want you to come for me.โ
His mouth leaves your breast to crash against yours, and youโd been wondering how long heโd go without kissing youโsomething about kissing while he fucks makes him come faster; maybe itโs the intimacy?
Heโs told you the last woman he was with back in Boston wouldnโt kiss him because sex between them was just scratching an itch, and she wasnโt looking for anyone to replace her dead husband.
All you know is Joel loves kissing and touchingโheโs admitted that he sleeps best with you snuggled against his back as the big spoon, which, youโll never tell him, you think is adorable with how he scares people enough, they move out of his way when he walks down the street.
His kisses are fervent, and you give just as good as you get, welcoming his tongue when it presses between your lips, his pace speeding up. You love having him inside you, the way he fits all nice and snug to fill you completely. This is what youโve been needing, and itโs perfect.
When his rhythm gets uneven, you expect him to pull out at any second to spill his release on your belly. What he does next, youโre not expecting.
Joel shoves his face into the crook of your neck, his facial hair scratching your skin, feeling his hot breaths.
He says something thatโs too muffled to make out, so you pull on his hair to make him lift his head, finding his eyes dark and glazed over, looking totally and completely wrecked. His pace slows to him rocking in and out of you.
โWhat did you say?โ you ask.
โCan Iโโ he pants. โFuck, can I come inside you?โ
The question has your tight walls constricting around him.
โFuck,โ Joel hisses, his eyes closing. โPlease, can I?โ he asks again.
The answer that immediately pops into your brain is โyes,โ but thinking about how the only times this man has finished inside you in the past were all accidents, youโre worrying heโs just pussy drunk and not thinking straight; that if you fell pregnant, something you didnโt mind, heโll regret it.
โAre you sure?โ you ask.
He looks at you and nods. โYes, I knowโโ The consequences, he leaves unsaid. โโplease.โ
โThen yes, come for me, Joelโfill me up.โ
He raggedly moans, his face falling into your neck again. His thrusts speed up and become frantic as he pounds into you, your heels digging into his ass, feeling the muscles flex. He works himself up until he presses into you one last time as deep as possible and comes with a guttural groanโhis dick jerks inside you, and the hot spurts of his spend gush into your depths, filling you up. Electricity zips down your spine as you moan, your tight walls throbbing around him while he grinds his hips, fucking his come deeper.
The weight of his body is welcome when he eventually slumps onto you, and instinctively, your fingers slide into his hair, scratching your nails lovingly against his scalp, the man practically purring on top of you.
For the first time in three days, you feel happy and finally sated, loving how heโs stuffed you full of his cock, and come. Thereโs no talking as your heartbeats slow together and your breathing evens out, basking in each otherโs presence. Your eyes are closed, and youโre choosing to ignore your shaky limbs.
Itโs hard to imagine a life without Joel, which is odd since up until this point, most of it had been spent without him, or anyone really. What you actually mean is you donโt want to imagine a life without Joel and Ellieโyou think sheโs a great kid, and you have a soft spot for her; plus, she and her dad are a package deal. Then thereโs Joel, who youโre absolutely and completely in love with, and it bothers you that you donโt know what this relationship between you is or if he even feels the same as you.
Minutes pass, the old, wooden bones of your house creaking as the winter wind gusts outside.
โJoel?โ you break the silence.
โMhmm?โ he hums, nuzzling into your throat.
โWhat are we?โ
โHuh?โ
โWhat are we? Like, what is this thing that weโre doing?โ
His head lifts, and he pulls out, rolling off you to lie beside you on his back, pressing his hands to his face.
โSomethinโ I shouldnโt be doinโ in the first place,โ he finally answers.
You turn on your side toward him, propping your head up on your arm. โTake my age out of the equation.โ
His palms lift, and he looks at you confused. โWhat do you mean?โ
โFor some fucking reason, you are stuck on my ageโtake it out of the equation; if that wasnโt a factor, would you openly date me?โ
โWell, thereโs Ellieโโ
โโletโs pretend she doesnโt give a fuck about your love life,โ you cut him off, โand actually wants you to be happy, and my age doesnโt matterโwould you openly date me?โ
โYes.โ
โSo, you have feelings for me?โ
โOf course.โ
โDo you love meโฆ?โ
โYes,โ he whispers, covering his face again.
One word has your heart picking up in speed.
โI love you, too.โ
His head whips in your direction with an expression of bewilderment.
โWhat?โ he asks.
โIโm in love with youโhave been for a while, and Iโm fine with doing what weโve been doing if thatโs the only way I can be with you, but I kinda, sorta, would like it if you thought of us as a couple, and werenโt ashamed of meโฆโ
A secret relationship? Youโre fine with that. But Joel being ashamed of you? It fucking hurts.
โIโm not ashamed of you,โ he says too quickly.
โJoel, if Ellie were okay with you having a love life, you wouldnโt openly date me because of how old I amโIโd just continue being your dirty little secret that one other person knows about.โ
His eyes dart away, and the sigh he lets out is long and weary.
โIโm not ashamed of you,โ he says. โIโm ashamed of myself for fallinโ for you and not beinโ able to give you the future you deserve. I just felt like I was stringinโ you along when you could be with someone who can offer you more, but Iโm so fuckinโ selfish.โ He looks at you. โI want you, and I donโt want anyone else to have youโI canโt let you go, even though I should cut you free.โ
Your fingers brush back the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead. โI don't want anyone else, JoelโI want you, and youโre not stringing me along. Iโm happy with you and any future I can have with you and Ellie.โ
Heโs frowning. โIf only it were that simple,โ he sighs.
This is a conversation you thought might make him end things with you, but maybe giving him a slight nudge will be okayโat least, you hope it will.
โIt is that simple,โ you tell him. โIโm gonna tell you something that if you can work up the nerve to talk to her about, she'll confirm it.โ
His eyebrows furrow. โWhat?โ
โEllie doesnโt care if you date. Sheโs told me she wishes you werenโt such an asshole โcause then the only negative thing about you is how ugly you are, and people love ugly things all the time, and if someone loves you, then you wonโt die alone, plus itโd hopefully make you happy, and she really wants you to be happyโthatโs pretty much what she said word-for-word.โ
His eyes close, and the sigh that leaves him is that of a father whoโs real tired of their childโs shit, and you smile.
โThatโs Ellie,โ he says, scrubbing a hand over his face. โIโm not even sure how I should be feelinโ right now.โ
โI hoped youโd be relieved at least, possibly even happy.โ
He looks at you. โYeah, Iโm relieved and happy but also a little ticked at her embarrassinโ me like that.โ
Scooting closer to him, you lay half on top of him with your arms folded on his chest, resting your chin on them to stare at his pretty face.
โDonโt be embarrassed. It was said out of loveโshe loves you.โ
He sighs again, wrapping his arms around your bare back.
โI guess she does, even if sheโs mean. Jesus, I canโt believe I just needed to talk to her sooner.โ
โThatโs usually how things workโitโs called communication, and you should talk to her.โ
His eyes narrowed, and he smacked your ass, making you giggle. โThereโs no need for the sass, sweetheart, and I was planninโ on bitinโ the bullet and tellinโ her about us in the next couple of days.โ
Your eyes widened. โYou were? What?โ
โYeah, uh, I had a hard time with Ellie beinโ sick, and when you came over, I didnโt feel like I was goinโ insane with worry. Havinโ you there made it better, and I missed you.โ His lips dip in a frown.
โI missed you, tooโyou were really gonna tell her?โ
โI was.โ He nods. โWith how happy she was to see you, I thought maybe sheโd be okay with it.โ He shrugs.
You smile. โI think youโre right,โ you reply, giving him a quick kiss. Meeting his gaze, you ask, โIs she feeling better?โ
โYeah, and thank Christ, she is.โ He looks visibly relieved. โI think it was that soup you brought overโthank you for that and for givinโ me a chance to sleep.โ He pecks you on the lips.
โIt was no problem. I wouldโve been there the entire time had it not been suspicious.โ
He smiles. โI know.โ
โGood. Sooo, Iโm wondering, what are we now?โ
โA couple,โ he answers. โIโve thought that for a while, but Iโm too fuckinโ old to be callinโ myself your boyfriend.โ
โI quite like having a sexy, older boyfriend.โ
You squeak in surprise when he rolls you onto your back, your legs automatically opening for him to nestle his hips between. Heโs holding himself up with his arms beside your head while yours loop around his neck, his lips pressing to the side of your throat, kissing the taut skin.
โYou like havinโ a sexy, older boyfriend, huh?โ His question is muffled, and you swallow hard when he sucks on your pulse point.
โI do,โ you reply.
โI like havinโ you.โ Heโs kissing and nibbling along your jaw.
โโCause no one else can?โ
He nips your chin, then hovers his head over yours to look you in the eyes.
His expression is serious. โYes,โ he says, โand I love youโif Ellie really doesnโt give a shit about me datin๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ, then every fuckinโ person in town is gonna know youโre mine.โ
And something about that declaration thrills you.
โIโd like that.โ
He gives you a small smile and kisses you for a moment before a thought comes to him, and he pulls back to meet your gaze.
โMaybe that neighbor, the annoyinโ one who doesnโt seem to know the meaninโ of no, will finally get it through her head, Iโm not fuckinโ interested.โ
You glare off into the distance. โFucking Sandra,โ you seethe.
The first time he met you, Joel knew he was fucked.
All he wanted to do was be polite and introduce himself to his new neighbor, then you opened the door, and his brain stopped working because you were so beautiful. It didnโt help when you blatantly checked him out, clearly undressing him with your eyes before looking entirely too pleased with what you were seeing.
If heโd been a stronger, honorable man, he wouldnโt have accepted your offer to come inside for a drink; he wouldnโt have kissed you back or laid you down on the couch to eat your pussy; he wouldnโt have let you choke on his dick or crawl into his lap and ride him; he wouldnโt have gotten so lost in being buried in your wet, warm, perfect cunt and your lips on his that he forgot to pull out when he came; he wouldnโt have gotten addicted and returned to you almost every night after.
If heโd been a stronger, honorable man, he wouldโve ended things before it went too far and definitely before he fell in love with you.
From the beginning, he knew he was way too old for you, and he didnโt understand why you wanted him or kept letting him into your house. He had nothing to offer you, yet even when the opportunities arose for you to go home with men your own age, you rejected them and welcomed him into your bed instead. It made little sense that someone as young and beautiful as you would give someone like him all of your attention.
Heโs lost count of how many times heโs told you that youโd be better off with somebody younger than him. Itโs usually when he remembers your age or when you donโt know what heโs talking about when he brings up certain things from how life was before it all went to hell. He says the words out loud, practically a reflex at this point when the guilt gets to him, and as quickly as the feeling comes, it goes because, as he told you, heโs selfish; he doesnโt want you with someone else; he wants you all to himself. When you tell him there isnโt anyone youโd rather be with than him, it feeds something deep inside of him that wonโt let you go, and hearing you say you love him has only made it strongerโyou have his total devotion.
Ellie being sick messed up his head enough that in the moments when you came to mind, he was plagued with the thought that you probably found someone new. The only time he felt a modicum of peace was when you stopped by, and with that and how much his kid loved you being there, and in general, he came to the conclusion he couldnโt lose you:
It was time for him to tell Ellie.
Joel isnโt delusional; youโd grow tired of only getting his nights and the occasional day, eventually, and he needed to give you more of himself, which required his daughter to know about your relationship.
If Ellie knew, then he could give you more.
Heโs ashamed of himself for hiding your relationship and, in turn, not having much to offer in terms of a future. It bothers him so much that he hasnโt been able to be with you out in the open because you deserve better than being his dirty little secret, as you call yourself.
He hates that.
He wants everyone to know youโre his and that he is yours.
When he realized he was going to tell Ellie, he started imagining how your relationship would change. You could finally have a life together, and it had him thinking about things he never wouldโve considered before you and actively tried to prevent in the past, but you didnโt mind the idea of bringing a new life into the world, and he thought that might not be so bad; Jacksonโs safe, and he has no doubt youโll be a great motherโand itโs a future heโs pretty sure you want since your reactions have always been positive when he accidentally finishes inside you. Thatโs why tonight he decided to say fuck it and asked if he could; he wasnโt worried about the consequences anymore.
Heโs kicking himself in the ass for not talking to Ellie sooner.
The only reason he hasnโt broached the subject with her is after what happened in Colorado, Joelโs treated her like sheโs a fragile piece of glass that he doesnโt want to risk getting broken againโthe way she lost her spark after that resort town killed him; and what happened at the hospital? If he had the chance, heโd murder every one of those Fireflies again for how fucked up she was when he told her their plans to kill her without knowing for sure if they could make a cure or not and that her life meant nothing to them.
It took a lot of time for him to put her back together again, and being in Jackson helped a lot with her making friends and having some semblance of normalcy. But heโs worried any major changes will mess her up, and add in her biggest fear of ending up alone, Joel dating seems like a recipe for disasterโEllie will always be his top priority, even if itโs at the expense of his happiness.
Itโs early morning, and heโs got another thirty minutes before the sun will begin its ascent on the horizon, fresh snow coating the ground, the temperature freezing. Joel is skulking home from your place to be there before Ellie wakes up.
His point of entry is the back door that leads into their kitchen, which doesnโt make as much noise as the front and can be locked when he leaves. Heโs staying close to the side of the house, heading toward the backyard, and peeks around the corner to check the vicinityโhis heart pounds when he sees a dark figure trying to get into the door, Joel pulling the knife, he walks around with, off of his belt, keeping his steps light, silently approaching them.
โWhy the fuck donโt we have a light back here?โ he hears them quietly mutter.
โEllie?โ Joel says at regular volume.
โAhhh!โ she screams, turning in his direction. Her hand is over her winter coat-covered chest. โJesus Christ, Joel! Way to give me a fucking heart attack!โ
He walks closer, sheathing his knife, as he says, โWhat the hell are you doinโ out here?โ
โWhat the hell are you doing out here?โ
His hands perch on his hips. โDoesnโt matterโyou, on the other hand, just got over beinโ sick and shouldnโt be out in this cold. Move, Iโm gettinโ your ass inside.โ
She stepped aside, and he walked over, quickly unlocking and opening the door; he grabbed her by the shoulder and firmly guided her inside. He flicked on the roomโs light once they were inside, and the door was closed and locked, Joel crossing his arms over his chest.
โNow, where the fuck have you been?โ he asks.
Sheโs unzipping her coat. โWhere the fuck have you been?โ
โI asked you first.โ
She shrugs off her jacket and tosses it onto the kitchen table. Joel sighs, walking over to pick it upโheโll hang it alongside his by the front door before he goes up to his room.
โI was at the same place you were.โ
He keeps his face neutral, but his heart is thudding, and heโs pretty fucking sure she wasnโt at your house.
He meets her eyes. โAnd that is?โ
She smirks. โMy secret girlfriendโs.โ
โGoddammit.โ His fingers press to his forehead as he closes his eyes. โYou fuckinโ knowโhow the fuck do you know?โ
โLetโs see, sheโs literally the only person in town aside from me and Tommyโs family you like. You stare at her with, I donโt know what to call them, googly eyes? Itโs that look the dudes have when they see the love of their life, or whatever, in those shitty romantic movies we like to make fun of. Iโve heard you call her โsweetheartโโโ She fake gags, and Joel sighs. โโyouโve gone over to her house to fix so much shit that, at this point, itโs gotta be a whole new house. You sneak over there every fucking night. Oh, and when she sees the lady next door, the crazy one whoโs got a real hard-on for youโgross by the wayโwhen she sees โyou can call me, Sandy,โ flirt with youโdouble-grossโIโm pretty sure sheโs plotting murder; youโre definitely plotting murder when guys hit on your girlfriendโwhich, I donโt get why the two of you pretend like you arenโt together; is she embarrassed that youโre so fucking old and ugly, or something?โ His teeth clench, and he glares at her. โGod, donโt give me the murder eyes, Joel! I was kidding!โ She playfully punches his arm. โKind ofโฆ I mean, Iโm happy you found someone who loves you even though youโre a grumpy asshole and look like that.โ She points at his face.
โYou done?โ
โTelling you youโre old and ugly? Sure. For now. But I have one more thing that gave you guys away.โ
His eyebrow lifts. โWhat is it?โ
โWhen she came over the other day while I was sick as balls and hung out with me, you slept. Joel, you do not fucking sleep if thereโs anyone else here besides me, which is why if I wanna have a sleepover with my friends, I have to go to their houses.โ
โWere we really that obvious?โ
โOh, yeah.โ
โWhy didnโt you tell me you knew?โ
Sheโs clearly confused. โI thought we were avoiding the topic.โ
โWhat topic?โ
โLike, relationshipsโyou never said anything to me, so I figured it was something we donโt talk about.โ
He cringes. โI wasnโt sure how youโd feelโฆโ
She smiles. โI donโt give a fuck if you date, Joelโif youโre happy, Iโm happy.โ
He matches her look. โIโm pretty fuckinโ happy. Are you happy with your uh, girlfriend? Have I met her?โ
โYeah,โ she nods, grinning. โItโs Cat!โ
His eyes roundโhe was under the impression Cat is her best friend, and he has met the other girl many times.
โWell, Iโll be damned,โ he chuckles, shaking his head. โYouโre way better at this secret girlfriend stuff than I am. I had no clue. I like Cat; sheโs got all those neat tattoos.โ
โShe does!โ she replies with a grin. โAnd Iโm getting one!โ
โYouโre what?!โ
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now I'm actually invested in this idea. maybe I'll write a full length fic someday idk... for now I have short hcs
parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | bad ending
summary: crowley decides to "give away" yuu to the highest "donation" for financial reasons
type of post: headcanons
characters: all nrc students
additional info: can be read as platonic or romantic, except malleus is pretty romantic, second person pov, yuu is gender neutral, maybe a little ooc I wrote this as soon as I got up
crowley has had his fair share of "what the fuck" moments from you but this was really taking the cake
he acts so... casual about it?
swaggers into ramshackle one morning and says times are tough and your personal expenses are straining the budget so he's decided to "put you in someone else's care"
"The screening process will be vigorous to make sure you end up in good hands!" like you're a cat or something "Your expenses will be covered and you'll have somewhere to go during break!"
okay great. pretty obvious you have no say in this, so you don't even argue. what's the worst that could happen?
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Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel find you the next day to say they're pooling their money to buy you
"To what?"
Epel shrugs. "Oh, well Crowley said we need to offer a donation to prove we're capable of supporting you..."
(you think that if not for the laws of this land you would have slaughtered that old fart)
Jack goes on a really long tirade about how shady and underhanded this is, making sure to reaffirm that he believes you should be free to make your own choices
"So you'll let me go once you get me?"
"Uhhh..."
Ace thinks once they buy you you'll have no choice but to do all of his homework for him
Deuce says that's not really how it works- and even if he tried, Riddle would kill him
(they've already gone over this twice before finding you)
Epel happily volunteers to take you home with him over breaks, probably the only positive in this mess
even if he thinks the whole thing is kind of funny
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incapable of keeping his mouth shut, Ace accidentally spills the plan to Riddle, who is understandably aghast
you can't just give away a person under your care like a toy!
of all the irresponsible things...
of course, he'll have to put up his offer, too
purely for your sake! with a nicer room and a brand new copy of the dorm rules, maybe you'll stop getting yourself into trouble
he's got some family money (doctors, naturally) and considers this a worthwhile purchase, for his sanity and yours
of course, Trey and Cater overhear and may or may not be pooling their own cash for a chance, too
going behind Riddle's back on this is a risky venture, but hey, someone's gotta be on your side, here, right?
I mean, between a bunch of sixteen year old boys, the housewarden, and them, who would you choose?
actually don't answer that
...not that it's much of a secret, anyway. Cater's already got their gofundme equivalent link in bio
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Leona initially plans to have you become a live-in lackey like Ruggie
but then he really starts thinking- and, hey, the possibilities are endless, right?
for one, you'd make a really good pillow
he might have to kick Grim out for your full attention, but you could learn to live with that
and malleus would hate it
...that's reason enough for him
plus, he's got money to burn, so why not?
either way, he sets his bid at a reasonable (maybe too confident) price and sits back to watch the chaos unfold as everyone scrambles for a piece of the pie
news travels fast around school, after all
then Ruggie finds out that you could dethrone him as Leona's #2 and is understandably a little annoyed
that's his cushy post-grad job gig, thank you! he's worked hard for that!
besides, why should Leona get to hoard you? the guy can barely take care of himself!
so, Ruggie ends up outsourcing to a few dozen classmates for the necessary funds at a steep I-owe-you price
he's gonna be eating nothing but dandelions for a while...
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now, Azul is annoyed
once the news goes school-wide, it's all anyone can talk about
talk about good marketing...
why didn't he think of such a brilliant scam? he could have negotiated with Crowley to have a cafรฉ brand deal tie-in!
of course, he's already set his bid, with Jade and Floyd offering to pitch in as necessary
it's a risky investment, sure, but a worthwhile one
Azul tells everyone that with the prefect's "obvious" popularity, having them at the cafรฉ a few nights a week would drive sales through the roof
though that's really just what he says to shirk suspicion
a likely excuse coming from him, though, really, it would just be nice having you around
and if not for his own affections, Floyd's incessant begging and Jade's subtly manipulative comments about "how nice" it would be having a new face around would be enough for him to cave eventually
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"Kalim, no," is the first thing that Jamil says
"I strongly advise against this. It's another one of Crowley's silly scams and you could end up a target bec- are you even listening?"
hint: he is not
the second Kalim found out that he could get to take in his favorite magicless student like one of his treasures, he was all over it
(AKA infinite sleepovers)
and for what? a little optional donation to prove he's got the funds? he's got cash to spare!
he's already got your new room in Scarabia set up before he even puts his bid in
right next to his of course :)
and despite what Jamil insists, he himself might be working behind the curtain just a little to ensure he's the one who ends up with you
after all, why should Kalim get everything? this might be a valuable learning opportunity for him
You don't always get what you want
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as much as Epel tries to keep the rest of his dorm from finding out, it's inevitable
he's actually a little surprised that the news didn't get to Vil sooner
with Rook around campus, surely he must have said something...
when Vil does find out, though, he just sighs
oh, of course. what next, will everyone meet each other in the arena and fight to the death over the prefect?
of all the silly, immature things...
oh? what's that? he's bidding anyway? of course he is, silly potato. he can't have some unwashed miscreant making you sleep on polyester bedding
(really, he's the only person on campus worthy of your time)
Rook has also been mysteriously absent from the dorm lately, though his initials on a poem and a strangely large sum of money end up in the donation pile
but really, that could be anyone... Rook would never dare betray Vil again, right?
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Ortho finds out directly from the other first years and sends Idia the details immediately
with a little note of encouragement, of course: "could be excellent for improving your social skills!"
Idia understandably freaks out
"WTF!!!! nooo way! this is a person, not a chatbot we're talking about here! I can barely keep virtual pets alive!!!!"
(liar)
(...but this is still different)
the conversation ends there, but semi-anonymous bid from someone named "gloomurai" gets cashapp'd directly to crowley
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everyone in the room immediately turns to Malleus
"For the record, I think it's wrong to be bargaining over a human being," Silver says first. "But if anyone could handle it with grace, it's you."
Lilia laughs. "Oh, you're just saying that because you like the prefect so much!"
"Father, you're the one who likes the prefect so much,"
"Oh, right! carry on then. After all, I'm sure we could share,"
Sebek is the only one relatively against the idea, though Lilia luckily manages to get him to lower his voice after his third speech about how you aren't good enough for his liege
Malleus is rather quiet through the whole evening, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with any of the points made
he disappears for a short while, and when he comes back he seems a little more confident
though, of course, he goes to you first
seeing him at Ramshackle in the middle of the night is a familiar and welcoming sight after all of the chaos of your week
and he's in a great mood!
"Child of man! I've come with news," he says. "I have heard of your predicament and have come up with a solution!"
you immediately sulk. "Oh, no. You know I think this whole thing is terrible, right?"
"Yes, Silver mentioned you might not like the idea of being bought and sold like a trinket. But worry not, I do not plan on paying for you in money,"
you pause, at a loss for words, and then tentatively continue. "You're not...?"
"Of course not. What a primitive idea, I was baffled to hear it myself. My proposal will be more traditional: a modest sum of treasure, and a generous amount of livestock and the finest crop Briar Valley can offer,"
certainly he's not this naive, you think
"You really think Crowley is going to accept that over money? I'm pretty sure Kalim just bid away an entire country's worth,"
he laughs. "You speak as if this is some kind of business deal! I'm quite confident that my dowry will be best,"
huh. that was a strange way of putting it
but then again, you still didn't really understand how things work here, so you go along with it
and you allow yourself to relax. he seems confident in his offer, and he doesn't even see you as some kind of prize to win!
"Oh, well, alright. Thanks! I'm glad you're on it,"
he smiles. "Rest assured, child of man, you're in good hands. My dowry will far outshine the others, and the wedding will be even better,"
"I was honestly getting a little nervous for a momen- wait- wedding!?"
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Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower
Fanon vs Canon
We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.
What I'm addressing:
What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?
Did Jason drug all the other Titans?
Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?
Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?
Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?
Was Tim crying or scared?
Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?
Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?
Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.
What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?
Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.
Look at these opening lines:
Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way.
Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.
Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.
There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:
You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good.
I am.
He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.
Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.
TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.
What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me?
Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me.
Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way.
That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim?
Yes.
Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*
Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?
Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.
Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.
Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?
Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.
Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?
No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.
Does Jason break Tim's staff?
Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.
Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. ๐ญ
Tim crying/ being scared?
Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.
Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. ๐I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.
Message on the wall in Tim's blood?
TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.
Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.
Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?
Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.
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Good nigth darling,you're okay?can we have more nerdy!abby pleaase i beg you ๐๐๐(srry for my inglish)
teach me
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a/n; hello, my love! iโm good, and i hope you are too! of course EEK i was going to write more for her anyway, i love a nerdy girl. also this is cut off asf IโM SORRY iโm tired, maybe iโll do a part 2 if yโall ask <3
synopsis; youโve never been good at science, let alone college biology. when your professor all but forced you to get a tutor, who should you end up with but your nerdy girlfriend, who has a very unique way of getting you to study?
pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader
warnings; abby uses baby/princess, use of a strap-on, cockwarming + edging (kinda), abby refers to the strap as her dick and itโs referred to as her dick/cock, choking, spanking, degradation (ish. abbyโs tone is just mean), anddd i prob missed smt so lmk <3
wc; 2.2k
p.s.; ALSO this is was ib an ellie fic i saw bro idk where tf it is ๐ญ searching for it tho. i js remember it was nerdy ellie. it was so good BUT LIKE WHERE IS ITTT idk iโll link it here if i find it
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youโve always sucked at science. biology, chemistry, whatever the hell it was, it had never been your cup of tea.
your professor had not so kindly recommended you get a tutor. otherwise, your grades would decline (more than they already were, that is). you didn't want a tutor, let alone for it to be someone you didn't know. you were already feeling awkward enough having to have someone tutor you at allโyou couldn't imagine if it was by an unfamiliar.
that's where abby came in.
abby anderson was your girlfriend, and she was a nerd. like, cliche movie nerd. if you couldn't find her in her dorm, with you, or in class, she was at the library, doing homework until she couldn't anymore. she was a coffee addict with how late she was up each evening, study sessions, unnecessarily reviewing, and, again, homework.
let's just say, abby anderson would do crazy things for an a.
you didn't necessarily want to have abby as your tutor. for some reason, it was embarrassing to you. you had already felt that way when you told her you needed one at all. it would be 10x worse if she would be the one doing it.
not only that, the focus.
how the fuck were you going to focus when you have abby fucking anderson in front of you? when your mind races with memories of her fucking you from behind, or kissing down your neck, or making you the wettest you've ever been, just by being alive?
you weren't.
but abby was persistent. you had originally said no when she first asked to tutor you, but when the guy who was supposed to tutor you didn't even show for your first session, it was no longer a request.
it was a demand.
you were sitting beside abby in her dorm, working on an assignment for your biology class that was due the following day. you had taken up to ten breaks by now, and it had only been an hour and a half or so.
abby pushed her glasses up on her face as she looked over at you, eyebrow raised. you had been dozing off, elbow on the desk and chin on your palm as your eyes began to fall shut.
"hey," abby snapped her large hand in front of your face, making your eyes open again just as quickly as it had happened. "are you listening to me?"
no.
"yeah. yeah, sorry, i just, umโdna and rna. that's what we're learning now, right?" you ask confusedly, doing your best to make it seem like you know what youโre talking about.
but the look on abby's face tells you all you need to know.
"mhm, like, ten minutes ago," abby hums a bit annoyedly, and you can't help but let out a sigh. it's bad enough you have to be here at all, but letting abby down, or worse, pissing her off, was the last thing you wanted to do. โyou're never going to learn if you don't put any effort in," she sighs.
โcโmon, abs,โ you whined as you set your pencil aside, putting your head down on the desk, eyes on abby. the blonde set her own pen down with a small shake of the head, expression unreadable. โi canโt do this anymore,โ you said dramatically. abby rolled her eyes.
โwhatโs wrong now?โ abby asked, but itโs not like she really wanted to know the answer. you knew how seriously abby took her own schoolwork, which may be the reason she was annoyed that you didnโt. but you just werenโt like that.
โnone of this makes sense. i canโt remember a thing we go over. god, i hate biology,โ you complained once more, looking away from abby.
abby sighed as she put a hand on your shoulder. as much as she wanted to be annoyed, she loved you, and she knew full well that even if you were smart, biology was your worst class.
โwhat can i do to help, baby? flashcards, dโyou want me to quiz you? what do you need?โ abby asked as she moved her hand to your back, rubbing it. you shrugged.
โi dunno. i donโt think any of that stuff is going to help me, abby. my memoryโsโnot that good,โ you lamely huffed, but it was true. your memory was best when it came down to the things you cared for. college biology was not one of them.
โhm,โ abby hummed. it took a beat, a small pause. but then, abbyโs perked eyebrows told you that she had just gotten an idea, and so did the way her plump lips curled into a grin.
โi think i know whatโll do the trick.โ
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thatโs how you ended up on abbyโs lap, her cock buried deep inside of you as she gripped you by the bottom. abbyโs way of bettering your sour memory came in the form of one of the most agonizing experiences you had ever had.
โhow does dna differ from rna?โ abby asks you casually, as if she isnโt filling you to the brim. you feel your face getting hot, bottom lip bitten down on as you look at her nervously.
โu- uhm. d- dna has a d- double helix model, fuck,โ you whine. you must be at least a little correct, because abby bucks her hips up into you, causing the silicone dildo to move inside of you. โrnaโs single, a- and involved in a different process than dna.โ
โattagirl,โ abby praised. itโs then that she grabbed you by the ass, hard, and forced you to ride up to the top of her dick, just before sheโs slamming you back down. for only a few seconds, you gain some pleasure by moving your body like that, or abby doing it for you, that is.
but then, sheโs robbing it away from you, just like that.
โa- abby, please, cโmon,โ you whimper. this had been going on for a third of an hour or so. abby would ask you a question from the deck of index cards she had made for you, and you would answer. simple, right?
wrong.
because here's the thing: she wouldnโt move unless you answered her, and it had to be correct. and if not?
smack.
abby's large hand comes down on your ass as if to shut you up. really, it doesn't. you let out a moan as she then grabs your ass again, not giving a care to how sore you may be.
because she's already slapped you way too many times to count.
โdon't act like this isn't for your own good," she says firmly, reprimanding you. "you got that one wrong last time. and weโre not going to stop until youโve got that whole fucking deck memorized, you got that?โ she asks, signaling to the forgotten pile of index cards on the desk behind you. you whine, body too achy for abby to deny her.
โf- fine," you whine, because who the hell would you be to say no?
โgood girl," abby praises as she rubs her hands over your bottom, caressing you in a loving manner, a wide difference to the way she was addressing you mere seconds before. "now, can you tell me what a neuron is?โ
doing your best to not focus on the feeling inside you, you nod, and easily answer. โa- a neuronโ" you huff. "is a specialized cell.โ
abby moves her hands to your hips and pushed you up, so that you're around halfway down on her cock. you let out a small shudder, but it must mean you're correct. โand whatโs it do?โ abby then asks.
to some degree.
but you know this one. after all, it was one of the last cards you looked at in the deck. so, you respond, โtransmit.โ
abby moves you up more, and this time, she brings one of her hands up to cup your tit. she plays with your nipple if only for a second, causing you to let out a low moan. but just when you think she's going to keep going, of course, she doesn't.
โtransmit what?โ she asks firmly as her fingers caress your rib cage, and it's all you can do not to roll your eyes.
โnerve impulses," you say a bit too fast, eager to have her hands back on you. your neediness helped you on that one. "i- itโs the basic unit of the nervous system," you add, for good measure.
"that's right, princess," abby smirked, course she did. she had always had way too much fun when she was driving you crazy during sex. this was no different.
but you're pleased to find yourself rewarded, because abby allows you to ride her again. you move up and down a little quickly, scared that your girlfriend will rob you of the feeling before it's even begun. abby begins to rub your clit as she gazes at you fucking yourself on her dick, way too needy for her touch.
"eager girl," abby cooed, rubbing her index on your clit in quick circles. "so needy for my cock, aren't you?"
"yes," you huff out fast, eyes closing shut at the feeling under you.
"too bad."
abby shoves you all the way back down her dick, so that you're all the way back down at the base. it pleasures you for only a second, before the feeling vanishes, just like that.
"abby, f- fuck," you groan annoyedly, body begging for a release you know abby won't give you unless you do what she tells you to do.
and she doesn't like your words.
abby grabs you by the neck, forcing you to look at her as you roll your eyes in the brattiest manner she's ever seen from you. "look at me. look at me when i'm talking to you," and she uses that tone you know she only uses when she's not playing games, barking your full name out at the end like the word pains her tongue.
once she's got your eyes on her, she speaks once more. "if you really want this dick, and i know you do, you're gonna take what i give you like the good girl you are. that clear?"
you keep your eyes on her, scared of what will happen if you don't, face hot as you answer. "y- yes, ma'am."
"primary use of the kidneys?" abby asks, not even giving you praise for obeying her. but you're not at all surprised by that: if there was one thing about abby, she did not like your bratty side.
this time, unlike what abby's asked you before, you can't remember the answer to this. like, at all. you fumble with it for a second, digging through your head for what it could be. but you don't get a response.
"i- i don't know," you dumbly stutter, genuinely unsure of what to say. abby isn't having it, obviously, because one mlre spank is coming down onto your ass before you know it.
"f- fuck!" you whine brokenly, head rocking back, and bottom sore from each hit abby's given you. she doesn't seem to care.
"yes, you do," she all but growls at you, and you think of your real class all too quickly, like she's your professor. "we went over this. so fucking tell me," she says, and it only makes your abdomen churn more.
and fill with butterflies.
โs- something to do with b- blood pressure, right? c- controlling it? please say yes," you were begging more to yourself than to abby, not even sure where that answer came from.
โmhm, and what else?" she coos, doing what she's done a million times before: moving you halfway up her cock.
"i- i don't know, abs. can't remember," you mutter, and really, how could you by now?
it looks like abby is feeling a little generous this time, because she helps you along. "whatโs it do to your body, princess? begins with an 'r',โ she asked.
even when your brain begins to fog up with all of the questions in your head, and what's happening besides that, it seems to click for you when abby says the letter 'r.' โr- regulates it? th- the fluid balance?โ
โmhm," abby says with a small nod of approval, even kissing your chest this time as a reward.
"thereโs my smart girl.โ
and it goes on like that forever, question, answer, question, answer. sometimes, you got abby's cock easily. most times, you weren't so lucky.
your eyes are drooping, body aching and face hot as you stutter out the answer to the final card in the deck. once you do, you let out a deep, long exhale, which makes abby chuckle.
"see, pretty girl? wasn't that bad, was it?" abby coos, putting her hand up to cup your cheek. obviously, you want to say no. but after all of this, it was too risky to be bratty to abby. so you shake your head.
and you hadnโt even finished yet.
"n- no, it wasโfine," you lie, and abby knows you are. but she doesn't ask about it, knowing full well how much she's done to you already.
"look on the good side.โ
โyou'll remember better now, won't you?"
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Do you know this tiktok trend where girls tell guys about paying at the mechanic's for premium air for their cars ๐ญ could you write a fic where y/n does that prank to Max?
"Premium Air?" - Max Verstappen
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โOh Maxy, I was supposed to mention, I took your car to be serviced. I know youโve been so busy lately I thought Iโd do that and give you one less thing to worry aboutโ You said to your boyfriend, trying your hardest to suppress any giggles that wanted to escape. Your phone sat propped up on the bookshelf, strategically hidden so Max didn't notice.ย ย
You had been seeing so many videos on TikTok where girls would prank their boyfriends or husbands by convincing them that they had bought โpremium airโ for the tires of their cars; and you decided that since so much of Maxโs life revolved around cars, it would be the perfect way to prank him.ย
โOh, thank you very much baby, thatโs kind of you, everything okay with it?โ he said, never lifting his head up from his phone.ย
โYouโre welcome, yeah everything was okay they just said something about low tire pressure or something? I donโt really remember but I sorted it.โ You said, fighting the mischievous grin that is trying to take its place on your face. At your words Max finally lifts his head up and looked at you, his brows furrowed.ย
โReally are you sure? They seemed to be fine last time I drove itโ his voice has a hint of concern lacing though it, clearly unsure where this is leading.ย ย
โIโm not sure, thatโs what the man said anyway. But I got it sorted. I even sprung for the premium air for you!โ Your excitement was clear and the second the words left your lips, Max put his phone down, his full attention now on you. Confusion was etched on his face, his brows furrowed, and his lips pressed tightly in a fine line.ย ย
โPremium air?โ he questionedย
You nod enthusiastically, maintaining your poker face. "Yeah! It's the latest thing. It makes your car run smoother, improves fuel efficiency, and who knows, maybe it even adds a few extra horsepower."ย ย
Max looks at you like youโve got two heads and you come so close to ruining the whole prank and bursting out laughing.ย ย
โPremium air?โ he asked again, like he couldnโt find any other words to respond to your ridiculousness. โHow much did this premium air cost you?โ he asked with a bemused smile, that smile however, dropped as soon as you answered his question.ย
โOh, it was a steal! Like โฌ150 a tire.โย ย
His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "โฌ150 per tire? Are you serious Y/N? There's no such thing as premium air!"ย
You feign innocence, "Oh, come on, Maxy, it's a special service they offered. You can't put a price on a smooth rideโ Max sighs, a mix of frustration and amusement on his face.ย ย
"Baby, I think youโve been scammed. There's no such thing as premium air. Next time, let me know before you spend money on something like this."ย
You play dumb, widening your eyes in mock surprise. "Scammed? But how could I buy it if it doesn't exist?"ย
Max laughs, shaking his head. "You're too precious. Next time, let me come with you to the garage, okay? I'll make sure you don't fall for any tricks."ย
You're left feeling a bit confused. Most of the prank videos youโve seen end with frustration or annoyance, but Max seems more amused than anything else.ย
As you sit there, still feeling a bit bewildered by Max's surprisingly lighthearted reaction, you gather the courage to ask him the burning question. "Hey, Max," you begin cautiously, "why aren't you mad at me?"ย
He looks at you with genuine confusion. "Mad? What do you mean?"ย
You take a deep breath and decide it's time to come clean. "The whole premium air thingโit was a prank," you admit, pointing discreetly at the camera you had strategically placed in the room to capture his reaction.ย
Max's eyes widen in realization, and he breaks into a hearty laugh. "You got me!" he exclaims, playfully pushing you.ย
You can't help but smile at his reaction, relieved that he found it amusing. "Seriously, though, why aren't you mad? Everyone else in those prank videos gets upset."ย
Max wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. "I didn't want to make you feel bad," he confesses. "You were just trying to do something nice for me, and I didn't want to ruin that by getting angry over a harmless mistakeโ You look up at him, touched by his understanding and kindness. "But I wasted money on something that doesn't exist. You could have been really mad." He leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Money comes and goes, but you trying to make me happy means the world to me.โย
"I love you," you say, a mixture of gratitude and affection in your voice.ย
Max smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too, baby. Just remember, next time you decide to prank me, I'll be one step ahead."ย
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Nerves and Stolen Kisses
I have been toying with the idea of writing a fic about him for quite sometime and after last weekend I just had to. Estelle ( Ollie's rumoured gf is mentioned here but it is a fake relationship for PR reasons.) Also Paul Aron has a gf... friends to lovers trope.
Shoutout to @httpiastri for the inspiration
The Saudi Arabian Grand Prix was fast approaching. And Ollie was a jumble of nerves and excitement as usual. Since the early hour of the day, he opened the curtains letting the sun into the room and you groaned into the pillow.
โWakey wakey, sleepyhead. Come on, we have a whole day ahead of us.โ
โNo, you do. I don't know why I came.โ
โBecause I am your bestest friend and I paid for your ticket and let you stay with me.โ
โBoth of which are for your benefit.โ
โCome onโฆ.โ
โFine.โ You say with a dejected sigh as you get up and you both get ready for the day. David, Ollie's dad was already waiting for you and you headed towards the paddock.
Everything was a frenzy and was passing by so quickly. As Ollie got into the garage and got ready for the quali you headed towards the stands trying to find Cassie, Paul's long-term girlfriend. Throughout the years you have formed a unique friendship. She was the only one who knew about your crush on Ollie and she teased you endlessly about it. Ollie and you had been best friends for the better part of your life, joint to the hip, having endless sleepovers, even if Dad didn't approve.
It was an endless nightmare being close enough to get a taste of all the what ifs, but never experiencing them.
โDo you and your lover boy share a room, huh?โ
โIt's not like that and you know it, Cassandra.โ
โYeah, it hurts, doesn't it?โ
โSo much. You have no idea. Yesterday I couldn't sleep and as the hours passed, he came closer and closer. He ended up holding me in his sleep. And I felt so bad because of Estelle. I know that they aren't really together and it's for PR, but still, I feel awful because technically I am the other womanโฆ and she is just so nice and sweet. Never overstepping, I think she knows.โ
We both stay quiet after that as the session continues.
โYou knowโฆ whatever the case. You both love each other, platonically or not.โ
โYeah, I know.โ I say as I watch the times set by all the drivers, Ollie having the fastest one yet.
โLooks like your man is on pole.โ
We both make our way through the paddock, trying to pass the roaring sea of fans and we hand out already-signed autographs to anyone who asks for them. When we finally arrive, we part ways, before making promises about having dinner together at a restaurant Cassie wanted to try. And I head towards the Prema garage finding two beaming Bearmans, hugging.
โHey Bear. Did you drive fast enough?โ You call at him. And he grins like an idiot before swooping you into a tight hug spinning you. His laughter echoes in your ears as he sets you down.
โYeah I drove fast enough, you minx.โ
โGood. Now let's go. We are having dinner with Paul and Cassie in four hours and I want to see the city.โ
โGive me five minutes to change and we are good to go.โ
The afternoon is spent visiting local stores, trying to communicate in scrappy English and making terrible puns with products or street names. When they finally head to the restaurant their sides hurt from laughing. Dinner passed by as quickly as it came. As everyone says, time flies by when you are with the people you love.
Just as they open the door for their hotel room, Ollie flops in the bed as you head towards your computer and open it as hoards of emails and messages appear on the screen. Great more deadlines and essays to write until the end of the week.
โLeave it. We can pretend that we have nothing to do and watch a movie or local TV and try to understand what the hell is going on.โ
โThanks Bear. But I can't, as tempting as your offer is. Go to sleep, I will join you soon.โ
And so you sit in front of your computer, ending essay after essay, sending them on time, until your eyes hurt from the pale blue light. The bed seems more welcoming than ever before as Ollie starfishes the entire length of it and his soft snores fill the empty space. Yeah, maybe it's time to call it a day.
An awful sound echoes in the room and eventually wakes you.
โI swear if it's one more ad I will jump from the window.โ You grumble into your pillow as you steal the blankets and turn yourself into a burrito.
Ollie hisses as he opens his phone only to find a ton of messages and many missed calls from Ferrari. He dials Fred back as he moves towards the bathroom, trying to let you steal a few more minutes of much needed sleep.
When he emerges back in the room he sits down in front of you, his back supported on the bed.
โOls, what's going on?โ
โCarlos has an appendixโ
โOh no. Is he having surgery?โ
โYeah.โ He says softly. โThey want me to replace him.โ
โWhat?โ At that you are fully awake. Your hair is a netted nest and you look at him in shock. He looks at you, you his best friend who would look like a mess to anyone else but to him you look like the most beautiful and amazing creature in the world. Your mere presence has a more calming effect on him than anything else. If it weren't for you, he would have already lost his mind. โHow? When? Iโฆโ
โWe need to get to the paddock, if I don't want to miss FP3. I will wake up Dad and break the news to him.โ
Soon after you enter the paddock and thousands of reporters try to get a better look at Ollie, flashing their cameras at you and bombarding you with questions as you make your way to the Ferrari garage and mechanics steal Ollie from you and David as they set to work quickly. David looks pale and sick as he paces into the garage trying to control his nerves through the FP3 and the Quali. When Ollie finally got off the car when he scored the 11th place, missing Q2 only by 3 hundreds of a second, you knew that this was it. He was finally shining like the bright star he was. He had done more than enough, his raw talent showing with barely one hour to get used to the car. And as mechanics and reporters closed around him. You couldn't help but feel like you didn't belong here. Where did you fit in? The reality hit you and it hit you hard. You hid in the back corners of the garage, eyes glued to the screen as everyone passed by without acknowledging you. You would happily hide in the shadows where he shined but this world wasn't meant for you. The anxiety was picking up at you, eating you alive from the inside.
And when Ollie got too close to the wall, your heart stopped beating. He was driving a car that was twice as fast and twice as dangerous than his normal F2 car. It was too much. The sound, the danger, everything really. Breathing suddenly seemed so hard and you needed a way out. As you hide behind the garage you call the one person who could understand. Terri picks up in the second ring her soft voice already calming you.
โHey love. Is everything alright?โ
โHow do you do it? How can you stand back and do nothing?โ
โYou love him, don't you sweetheart?โ
โI thought it was obvious.โ
โWell โฆ no I always hoped butโฆ whatever the case, to answer your question you simply do it, you just have to. A driver needs his support system and you are it for him. You are his forever person, whether that is romantically or not. He needs to be near you and as much nervous as you are, so is he. Without you he would be lost, believe me I know my son. And I can bet you that as much as your heart breaks right now, you are also immensely proud.โ
โOf course I am. But where do I fit in, in this world.โ
โRight beside him, love.โ
โThanks Terri. Please call David. I think he is losing his mind and he is sick with worry.โ You say chuckling before saying your goodbyes and head back towards the garage. The session is already over and Ollie is nowhere in sight.
Ollie plays with the power button of his phone trying to calm down but to no avail. The lock screen is a photo of the two of you. It was last summer both your skins flushed and hair slightly wet and tangled. You both smile at the camera and your eyes look bright with happiness. He feels slightly lighter but he knows that there is an impending panic attack and so he turns to the one person who could help him in this situation.
"I got your text," you say, tiptoeing inside and shutting the door behind you, careful to not make any loud sounds to scare him. "How are you doing?โ
Ollie is sitting on a massaging table, elbows on top of his legs and head resting in his hands. His eyes are stuck on the floor, his silence is defeaning. When he still doesn't answer, your heart rate picks up. Is something really wrong?
You make your way over to him, hands finding his cheeks and softly tilting him up to look at you โ and you swear you've never seen him look this wrecked before. Not after his worst crashes, not when he lost the rookie championship last year, not when he was cheated out from the Formula 3 championship. Once again, you've entered completely new territory, and your heart breaks at the sight.
"Ollie, talk to me," you plead, holding back the tears that starts to form on your eyes and threatento spill. It's so painful to look into his eyes, but you can't back down. Not now, not when he needs you this much.
"I'm-" his voice cracks but he shakes his head, clearing his throat. "I'm so nervous, I don't know what to do."
It's like he's oozing anxiety, and his heavy sigh is like a stab in your chest. Ollie, your usually so calm and collected best friend is probably going crazy over this โ you know him well enough by now to understand that he's definitely freaking out even more on the inside than what he shows or tells. He is a messy jumble of nerves.
"I get that. One hundred per cent. But.." your thumbs begin to stroke over the skin of his cheeks, along his jaw, and then finally across his eyebrows, to which his eyes flutter closed. "This is your dream. It's been your dream since forever, and now you finally have the chance.โ
"And it's not just any car, it's a Ferrari. Do you realize how cool that is? Do you realize how many people would kill for an opportunity like this?" You smile at the sight of him with his eyes still shut, eyelashes resting atop his cheeks, messy fringe covering his forehead. Even like this, at his most stressed state, he's completely gorgeous, not that you would ever tell him that. "You would've killed for an opportunity like this just 24 hours ago."
"But what if I ruin it?" His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks, shoulders slumping forward. "What if I go out there and I'm shit, and then they realize what a big mistake they've made by even putting me in the academy? What if-"
"It won't happen." His eyelids slowly open and he looks up at you, seemingly not even the slightest upset that you cut him off. "You're too good to do that. You'll get in that car and it will feel like your second home, just like it always does."
Finally, a small smile makes its way onto his lips. It's only been a few minutes since you came in, but he seems much more relaxed now, leaning into your touch completely. "I'll try my best to make you proud."
โI'm always proud of you, you mufflehead.โ
A laugh bubbles from his chest and he stands up from the table, opening his arms wide and pulling you in for a tight hug. His heart is still beating louder than a drum in his chest when your ear is pressed up against it, and you're almost worried it will jump out any second now. But his breaths are much more controlled now, and his mind seems much lighter. And soon enough his heartbeat slows to normal.
โI bet that in twenty four hours not only will you finish the race, you will score points and beat Max Verstappen.โ
โLet's not get ahead of ourselvesโ he says chuckling. โGod, my neck is killing me.โ
โSit down. I've got you.โ And so you start massaging his neck. It's stiff and hard under your hands and he lets a small groan as you untangle one of the knots that were quite painful. After a few minutes he is putty in your hands, his eyes closed, trusting you completely and feeling at ease for the first time in the past two days.
True to your world, Ollie crosses the finish line in seventh place, having gained points in his debut. But the one thing that kept him calm through the process was the thought that she was waiting for him in the cool down room. When the race finishes and drives the car back home he jumps from his seat and he can't get fast enough to her. People around him are praising him and congratulating him but they all fall to deaf eyes.
When he finally gets into the room to change into new fireproofs, she is patiently waiting for him. Her eyes are a little misty and her face flushed.
โI told you.โ
โI didn't beat Max.โ
โStill.โ
She closes in on him and her hands are thrown around his neck, he reciprocates the hug immediately as his heart beat finally slows down. They doth draw away after a while only for him to dive back into her and kiss her firmly on the lips. Shock petrifies her and when he stops, he places his forehead on top of hers. He is a flustered mess and he is mumbling apologies, before she reconnects their lips.
For the following hours Ollie sports a shit-eating grin on his face. Everyone thinks that it is because of his amazing performance and not for kissing the girl that held his heart captive since they were five years old.
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Can I request a racer!bakugo showing off his two most precious things after winning a big race, the trophy and his girl pleaseee?
THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE LOVE LOVE <33 also i can't find it but this is definitely inspired by that one bakugo fic where he's doing a vogue interview about the things he can't leave the house or live without (if anyone knows the link for it please please let me know because it's one of my all-time favorites)
"oh, look! it's bakugo! hey, man!"
"the hell are you doing outside my house?" the interviewer laughs nervously behind the camera, but your boyfriend's scowl doesn't move. it's a wonder that he's still viewed positively in the public eye despite his brash personality. you pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers and avert your eyes from the second-floor window, sending another prayer begging for him to behave. the interview took place in his own home, for crying out loud. shouldn't he be the most comfortable in his safest space?
the answer is, unfortunately, no.
"i'm uh, here for your '73 questions' interview with vogue. d'you mind if i step inside with you?" he grunts reluctantly in response, swinging the front door open unceremoniously. you pity the poor guy who had to follow your husband around and chuck questions at him like armed grenades; there was always a chance that he would blow up. "so, where were you coming from?"
"grocery store. you want a drink?" good. at least he remembers his manners. "we got water, juice...i ain't giving you alcohol. i don't even know who the hell you are." never mind.
you spend the next 12-something minutes following their one-sided conversation around the house, careful to stay out of sight and silently begging your boyfriend to at least act a little warmer. the only time he does open up, much to the delight of fans, is when he's talking about you.
"'the things most precious to me?' i don't fuckin' know," you can hear him say plainly. you'd resigned to your shared bedroom to finish up some work when you heard the telltale calls of babe, c'mere! babe. babe. babe! from downstairs. with a huff, you set down your pen and make your way into the living room, where you see him holding his latest first-place trophy. it shines under the afternoon sun coming through the backyard windows. the camera pans to you in surprise and you thank your earlier self for wearing something other than pajamas.
"babe, c'mere," he insists and you roll your eyes in exasperation. his arm slips around your waist and you're suddenly hyperaware of the camera that's going to post your image to millions of people. "alright, nerd, you asked me what i wanna show off? they're right here," he boasts proudly and your face starts to heat up. "got my badass lover, my big-ass trophy, and i don't need anything else," he says with unexpected tenderness. "you got that?"
"y-yeah, i got it," the interviewer stutters out. "uh, thank you-"
"the hell do you look so nervous for? i don't fuckin' bite," he says and the man stammers again. "i don't know why i bother doing all this shit," he murmurs in your ear.
"this is why outlets are so scared to interview you, kats," you whisper and he shrugs indifferently. "you scare reporters too easily."
"don't care. i just wanna relax and spend my day off with you. i'm too tired to be dealing with this shit," he grumbles and you laugh under your breath. "baby?"
"hmm?"
"can you do me a big favor?" you narrow your eyes suspiciously while the cameraman fumbles about with his equipment, packing up to leave.
"depends on the favor," you say carefully. "will i need to compromise my morals?" your boyfriend barks out a laugh, and the reporter startles.
"no, no. nothing like that," he reassures you and drops his volume so that only you can hear him. "baby, sweetheart, love of my life?"
"yes, katsuki?"
"please get this man the fuck out of our house."
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the cars that go boom | (daddydom!sadist!eddie)
this fic isn't related to the title song reference at all, it's just stuck in my head.
needed to get this out of my drafts so here's some ddlg themed sadist eddie that's been sitting in my draft folder for fucking ever and i'm sick of looking at it.
tw: 18+ mdni ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, eddie being all over a cocky shit bag hottie who likes control but it's consensual, use of a vibrating toy. lots of allusions to other sex.
You watch him get out of the bathroom after his shower, tattoos stretched taught over softly cut muscles. You almost drool. He tried something new with you this week, an orgasm ban -- nearly a sex ban -- in fact, he didn't even want you to see his dick. And much like he always does when he finds a new way to torture you; he was feeling really pleased with himself about it.
'That's more than you deserve,' he hissed at you Monday night while you knelt obediently between his legs. He pet your hair while you watched TV and he jerked himself off, you were not allowed to turn around until he was finished. You pouted all night, and when it happened the next day you started pouting all week.
But, the week was over, which meant your punishment was done. You'd spent all day getting ready, a long shower, smooth skin, body butter, his favorite perfume, everything you could do to feel perfect for him. You cleaned the trailer and made dinner, you kissed him when he got in the door to which he blushed and smiled.
'Hi beautiful,' he greeted you so gently, 'I missed you today.'
You watch him dress now, hair dripping while he tugs on a pair of grey sweatpants and a ratty cut off Iron Maiden t-shirt. You sulk a little. Those aren't normally the clothes he'd put on if he wanted to take you to bed, but you don't say anything just yet.
He goes to the kitchen table with a composition notebook and a collection of pens and markers, opening the beat up pages to what you can only assume is a new campaign, a new drawing of a map. You walk over while he mulls over it, adding new territory, scribbling in new lore. You let your hands slide over his shoulders.
"Hi baby," you say sweetly.
"Hi," he responds, focused on his notebook. Your hands slide forward, onto his chest, your face leaning down to his, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Whatcha doing?" you ask innocently.
"Workin' on a campaign," he responds, "We're gonna meet up on Wednesday night so I want it to be semi together."
"Okay," you nod, you run your fingers gently over his scalp, giving him a soft scratch. He keens into the touch, shoulders relaxing while he rolls his head back. You press your luck, letting your fingertip trace over the curve of his ear.
"Hey," he warns softly, "I'm tryin' to focus, sweetheart."
"Oh, I'm sorry," you apologize, but he can't see your grin. Your fingers continue to wander, giving him a sweet shoulder massage while he reads over his story. A quiet 'thank you honey', falls from his full lips while you work out the knots. You press your luck again, trailing your finger down the line of his neck that's the most sensitive to your tongue and touch. Eddie's shoulders tense and he sits up straight, turning to you with a sour pull at his full lips.
"Do you need something?" he asks pointedly. You feel heat rush to your cheeks, "Do you need some attention?"
You nod and he grins, pulling the other kitchen chair over, "Come sit next to me then, you can help."
You roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he bites his tongue at the offense, happy to get to spend some time with you like this. He gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek while you watch him work.
You barely 'help', just sitting there while he crosses things out and re-writes them. While he flips back ten pages and then forward twenty, grabbing a red pencil and putting it down for a blue pencil then picking the red back up and so on. You get restless watching him work, so you get up and grab each of you a beer. Another sugar sweet, 'thaaank you baby,' pours from him, this time deep and focused, dark and syrupy. Molasses tongue. It goes right to your thighs.
You press your luck a third time, scooting close to him, letting your hand smooth over his covered thigh and further up, skimming over his cock that was perfectly outlined in his sweats. He let's out a frustrated sigh when he takes your hand away from his crotch, gently putting it on your lap when he looks at you sternly.
"Daddy's busy, baby," his eyes look down at you, his dominance brewing under angry brows, "Why don't you go play by yourself in another room, hm?"
He turns his attention back to the campaign notebook, while you throb from being scolded. The humilation pools through you when he chastises you, eyes lingering on you while you continue to sit there. After a beat, you get up to walk to the bedroom hearing his voice as you do.
"Good girl," he teases, "Are you being a good listener?"
You look back and see his grin while he leans back in the kitchen chair, crossing his arms. His legs are spread wide under the table, cool authority flowing off of him.
"Are you?" he asks again, a smirk cracking his face as if to ask, 'Does this embarrass you?' It does, it's humiliating.
"I'm a very good listener," you respond quietly, heart dropping in your chest.
His brows raise, waiting for you to add more to the sentence. You let out an aggravated huff through your nose, crossing your arms.
"I'm a very good listener, daddy," you repeat.
"There we go," he smiles cruelly, "Go have fun, sweetheart."
'Have fun? HAVE FUN?' you think to yourself while you go to the bedroom and shut the door with a firm click, 'Fine! I'll have fun without you then! See if I care!'
It's not fair that you've been quite literally begging to be fucked for seven straight days, but to go straight into teasing you like this? The type of dominance that makes you feel the most -- god -- embarrassed? Degraded?
You'd rather gag on fingers and have him wipe your spit on your face. You'd rather him make you lick someone's cum out of his ass, literally anything but this.
With a huff you open Eddie's top dresser drawer and grab the Hitatchi he bought you as an anniversary gift last year. Hastily, you plug it in behind the bedside table before climbing on to bed, shimmying your jeans off and tossing them to the floor.
Your legs spread, bent at the knees, turning the toy on low and slowly lowering it onto your covered core. The hum is quiet, barely a tremble in the head of the wand when it meets the lacy fabric of your panties. A soft gasp escapes you at the feeling, it had felt like years since you'd been touched there. You move the toy up and down slowly, teasing yourself, little puffs of breath escaping you as you do.
With a click, the buzz intensifies, sliding the head upward to settle softly on your clothed clit. You whimper while your hips start to move slowly against the vibrations, the whirr of the toy filling your ears while your eyes shut. You keep yourself like this for a little, enjoying the slow sensation, the mild tease. You feel it start, like the hook looping into the first car of a roller coaster train, the first tug when the attendant hits 'go'.
โHuh!โ you gasp out breathy while your hips twitch. Your lower lips start to swell against the gusset of your bottoms, slick building between them. A slow start. You savor it, a small smile pulling at your lips.
โLook so pretty like that, baby,โ you hear his voice and gasp, tossing the toy next to you and snapping your legs shut. He smirks, a devilish chuckle bubbles from his chest, โOh no, donโt let me interrupt. I said you could go play by yourself, and look at youโฆโ
His voice raises in a lilt, while he sits on the bed. He passes you the wand and smiles, โYouโre being such a good girl for me.โ
โGo on,โ he says with a nod, โShow daddy how you were playing.โ
You lean back on the pillows, opening up your legs again slowly. He glances between them, eyes flitting down to your mound briefly before meeting your eyes again, he subconciously licks his lips.
You keep your legs up and bent up against your chest so he has a view, puffing out a soft sigh when you click the toy on again. He looks at you with a hazy gleam in his brown eyes, nodding slowly at you to remind you of his permission. You run it up your thigh before settling it back down on the center of your slit, letting the vibrations pulse over your entire core.
"Hm," you hum out softly as your brows pinch together in a tilt.
"Aw, yeah?" he coos out, "Does that feel good?"
"Mhm," you whine, lower lip tucked tight between your teeth. Yuo swallow when he reaches his hand out, smoothing over the soft plushness of your inner thigh. He squeezes, grinning when you let out a soft grunt with a twitch of your hips.
"You've been so patient this week," he purrs, "Such a good girl. Isn't that right?"
You nod hurriedly, watching his hand slide up your thigh, his index finger tracing up the hem of your underwear. It's a smooth hand off, watching his rings gleam in the bedside lamp when it wraps around the handle, both of your hands falling flat by your head. Your palms face the ceiling, matching your eyes when he turns up the vibrations.
"Isn't that right, baby doll?" he asks, adding a gentle pressure up against you. Your pussy strains against the fabric the more excited you get, back already in a soft arch while you push into the mattress.
"Y-yes, sir," you manage to mutter out.
"No, no, that's not who I am tonight," he admonishes, still in a soft and steady voice, almost sweet -- like you don't understand anything. He takes the toy away; making you whimper, leaning up on your elbows behind you.
"You know how to address me," he says, a serpentine confidence flashing in his face, "You're a big girl, aren't you? Or do I have to teach you?"
You let out a shrill groan, head leaning back on it's hinge while your legs kick out in frustration in front of you.
"Hmm, of course," he says, getting up off the bed to pull off his shirt and slide off his sweats. His boxer briefs hug him in tight but it's there and it's missed you more than you've missed it this week, "You act like this and you don't think I should treat you like a little girl?"
You look up at him, bitten lower lip jutting out with a sheen of spit.
"So pouty, too," he coos, crawling onto the mattress between your parted thighs. He sits up on his knees, tall over your frame splayed out on the bed. He lifts one of your legs, pressing it flush against his chest so your foot rests by his ear.
"M'not pouty," you say back while his other hand reaches over your cheek with a light back before splaying over your jaw. His thumb brushes your lower lip before pressing on the dip at the center.
"Open," he instructs, you don't even think to stop yourself. You suck his thumb slow, letting your tongue lave over the length all the while. Spit fills your mouth, wet and eager, already inching at the corners of your mouth. You might as well drool.
"Very good," he purrs again from the back of his throat, "Someone learned her lesson this week."
You nod, taking his wrist to steady his hand while you take more initiative with his thumb, implying what you really want.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself," he says lowly, taking his thumb from your mouth. He wipes the spit on your cheek before reaching back over to the wand, keeping your legs spread and holding thight to your thigh against his front.
Your hips shimmy when he holds the toy back in place, thumb running over the power button but not pressing down.
"Hey," he says, commanding, "Look up at me."
Your gaze snaps to his in unadulterated obedience, his distaste for even having to ask evident on his face, "You know better."
"I know better," you nod while you say it, confirming his words.
"You do not ever stop looking at me," he glowers down.
"I don't ever stop looking at you," you repeat back, needy for whatever he has for you next. Your hips shimmy again, you try to stifle the whine in your throat but it comes out just the same; desperate and childish.
"Oh, baby, do you need help asking for what you want?" his voice lilts, "Does daddy have to guess?"
"Turn it on, please," you whisper.
"Please what, princess?" he asks, voice mocking with a knowing stare, leaning down so your knee hooks over his shoulder. His chest hovers at an angle over you, chain and guitar pick dangling over your lips.
"Please what?" he asks again.
"Please daddy," you whine, "Please turn the toy on."
"Look at those manners," he grins wickedly, "My sweet girl."
He turns it on, speed setting high with the flick of his finger. It rumbles loud, thighs already twitching while runs it back and forth over your sensitive clit.
"Fuck," you gasp out, eyes rolling, "Oh my god, right there."
"That's not a very nice word, sweetheart," he chastises, "What do you say?"
"S-sorr-Oh! Oh my god! Oh! -- Sorry, d--shitshitshitshit-- sorrysorrysorrysorry," you nearly cry when the cord in your belly snaps, gushing into the fabric against your core. He greedily keeps your thighs apart, watching while you come undone under him.
You gulp when he doesn't take the toy away, your sensitive nerves screaming at the buzz of the vibrator. Your hips writhe and jump, trying to pull away from it all the while he's shaking his head no.
"Gotta hear that apology, princess," he murmurs, "Say sorry."
"Sorry daddy, I'm sorry," you babble out, "M'sorry I'll be so good, I'll be good."
He let's out a satisfied hum, clicking the wand off and placing it gingerly on the bedside table. His hand lingers for a moment to make sure it doesn't roll off and then finds it's footing back on the mattress.
"You'll be so good?"
"So good," you nod when he settles back between your thighs. He crawls forward like a cat, pressing his hips slowly up against yours. You sigh needily when you feel the drag of his erection against you, whimpering when you see it affect him the same way.
"Shit, baby," he smirks, trying not to break character while he grinds against you a second time, "Fuck."
"That's not a very nice word," you tease back, looking up at him through heavy lids.
"Well I'm not a very nice guy, am I?" he muses, leaning in to kiss you deeply before one hand reaches down to tug at your panties. You giggle, a sound that sends him reeling when he's in this kind of mood.
"You're very nice," you whisper against his lips.
"Hmm, yeah?" he growls, noses brushing while he lingers above you. He offers another roll of his hips right before he gets to work on pulling your panties down slipping them off of each ankle with ease.
Undressed completely below him, he admires you. He hadn't seen you like this all week, finally getting what you've been waiting for. So patient, so willing. He runs his hands from shoulders to hips, greedy fingers digging into you rough and tumble, grabbing and kneading with disregard to comfort.
"Daddy," you start, getting his attention in a voice that makes him ready to serve accordingly, "Fuck me."
A smirk splits his face, it's cute when you ask so brazenly when you're busy looking at him with those sad puppy eyes.
"Please, fuck me," you reiterate while he readies himself, boxer briefs peeling off to leave him bare. Your soft gasp at the release of his cock is more of an ego trip than he expected to have, never realizing how much you truly need him like this. How you can really only get off to him, how you've submitted in every way you could.
"Daddy's gonna fuck you, sweetheart," he says steadily, climbing back ontop of you, pressing your thighs to your chest, "God, m'gonna fuck you real good."
He leans in for another hungry kiss, ownership laced in his lips. When he breaks away you catch his chin in your hand, an action that makes him bristle, jaw clenching at your attempt at control.
"Fuck me like I've been bad," you request in a timbre so low he nearly melts at the sound, "Fuck me how you fuck bad girls."
He's never flipped you over so fast in your life.
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In a roughly parallel universe, Demon Aziraphale tempts Angel Crowley to a little vacation, and they find their way to a bookshop in a familiar place inhabited by familiar faces. Crowley (both of them) would like to stop this nonsense before it can start, but Aziraphale's curiosity wins out, and they spend a day together that ends up being loaded with little revelations (but not, thankfully, any Revelations).
HEY DID YOU KNOW THAT @contritecactite WROTE A FIC ABOUT THE BAD OMENS SPOUSES MEETING THE GOOD OMENS SPOUSES THAT MADE ME EXPLODE A LOT LOT?! ๐ค๐ค๐ฅ
anyway, thanks again to elle for writing this and to koi for giving some painful name lore to these nerds because i genuinely can't express how GRAGHARGGH this made me! i swear i've been rereading it for like a billion times already bc it's just that good and charming!
i'm gonna put some bonus messy doodles of the fic and other things below the cut! :^] i'm also thinking about putting this up on my inprnt shop too but i'm not sure, tell me if you want it there or smth pftt
like this art? it's a print, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!
i know i didn't go with the usual angel and demon color schemes show gomens has to offer bc i think these two are just disruptive like that pftt <3 but i was curious to know what they'd look like so here's a comparison gif i whipped up when i was in the flat colors stage of drawing this pftt
AND THIS ONE. oh im insane im normal im [static noise]
there are a lot more moments i wanna draw trust me but this one does make me laugh bc i want to leave angel crowley and angel aziraphale in a room and see what happens. their dynamic, i'm obsessed with it DFGHD
and here's the link to the fic again bc if you managed to get down here without reading it first, then what are you doing!
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Omg! I saw that fic you wrote based on friends tv series and i love it! Its so freaking cute!! Reading that fic remind me of another scene of friends tv series if you dont mind writing it?
Where chandler is having a bath and everyone just comes in at one point and start having conversations in the bathroom.
Maybe reader is like the therapist of the group and everyone wants her opinion on smtg and while reader is taking a bath, one by one just starting to enter and start having conversations with her and the rest until one of marauders (readerโs bf) start shooing everyone out so reader could have a peaceful bath?
i changed this a teeny bit, i'm sorry! but i've never seen friends so i think that's okay
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"Y/N," Sirius is the first to interrupt your warm bath with James, meant to soothe his sore muscles after Quidditch practice, and lull you to sleep against his chest. Thankfully, James has poured a liberal amount of strawberry bubble bath into the water, so there's foam up to your necks.
"What's'a matter, Pads?" James answers for you while you try clearing the almost-sleep from your brain, but the man scoffs at him.
"Prongs, no offence, but I need help with makeup. And you're the last person in this castle I'd come to for that."
Before James can make an affronted retort, you pipe up, smoothing a soothing hand on James's thigh beneath the bubbles, "What do you need, Sirius?"
"Black or blue liner?" He shows off his outfit, then the two eyeliner pens in his hand.
"Black," You decide with a wrinkled nose, "Blue doesn't match your earrings."
"Thanks," Sirius grins, tossing the blue pen onto the counter and leaving with the black one, "Oh-! Sorry, Rem, go ahead."
Just when you'd been about to settle back against James's chest, Remus steps in, clearly having run into Sirius on the way out. James groans, but Remus incurs less of his wrath than Sirius often does, the price of becoming siblings as well as brothers.
"I left The Nightingale on your bed," Remus informs you, "Can I take Falling Leaves?"
"The smaller one," You nod, "Not the special edition. Sorry, Rem, I know you're careful, but I can't afford a chocolate stain on it."
He rolls his eyes good-naturedly, but he'll respect your wishes. After all, he's careful in lending out special editions of his books, too.
"Thanks, Y/N!"
"Remus," James calls at the retreating form of his friend, "Do me a favor: close the door behind you!"
Remus does so, and James hooks an arm around your waist beneath the suds. It's warm and slightly pruned, and you sink into it gladly, reclining once more against his bare chest.
"Now that that's over," He gripes, his hand travelling below your waist, fingers hooking into the pudge of your thighs, "We could..."
"Don't even think about it," You pinch his thigh, just above the dome of his kneecap, ignoring his yelp in response, "This bath is to fix your sore muscles, not make new ones."
"I'm fine," James insists, burrowing his nose into the nape of your neck where fine droplets of water cling to your wispy hairs, "Please, darling, I swear I can-"
"Y/N?" Lily calls, the sweet tone of her voice matching the strawberry scent heavy in the air, "I know you're bathing, I'm sorry, but it'll only take a moment."
James holds his breath, but you use yours to call, "Come in, Lily," And he releases his in a scoff, fingers finally abandoning your thigh.
"I was just wondering if I could borrow your green sweater," Lily hums, politely avoiding any eye contact with James's muscled shoulders as he drapes his arms over the sides of the bathtub.
"G'head, babe," You smile sweetly at her, "You going to Hogsmeade?"
"The whole dorm is," She nods excitedly, "You wanna join?"
You consider it despite James's hand plunging back into the water and latching tight to your hip. Finally you decide, "No, but I might end up joining you if James can't learn to keep his hands to himself."
"Hey!" He tears his hand away from you once more, spilling water over the side of the tub when he finds purchase against the edge, "If you keep letting people barge in here, we won't be able to do anything anyways."
"Excellent point," You nod thoughtfully, and James's exasperated groan brings a smile to Lily's face that she shares giddily with you, "Lily, if you happen to see Professor McGonagall on your way over, send her in."
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