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me making some of my minion humanisations attractive for literally no reason at all : the hoes gon LOOVE this
#i’m gonna regret posting this in 2 seconds#it started with stuart . im starting to be cheeky with mel#txt#men😍
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come morning light
chapter 2 • series masterlist
pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
summary: An injured Joel and Ellie stumble into your home in the middle of the night. Against your better judgement, you decide to help them.
word count: ~2.5k
tags/warnings: post outbreak, slow burn, found family, age gap (sorry not sorry), able-bodied reader, angst, reader has a sad sad backstory and ptsd, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, vague description of an injury
a/n: i'm finally finished with chapter 2, and once again nervous af about it haha. there's not terribly much happening in this one, but i promise we'll get there, it just needs the buildup :)
thank you @catchallfangirl for beta reading <3
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You don’t feel like you’ve slept at all, but after hours of tossing and turning in the darkness of your bedroom, you think it’s probably time to get up.
You’re halfway convinced that last night’s events were a product of your imagination, that your mind has felt so lonely that it conjured up the whole scenario. But when you step out of your bedroom and find the door of your parents’ bedroom only halfway closed, the way you have never left it before saying good night to Ellie earlier, you have to come to terms with the fact that this might actually be your reality.
Ellie seems to be sound asleep, a lump under the covers, softly breathing, but when you head to the living area and switch on one of the smaller lamps, you’re met with the piercing glare of Joel. He’s still lying on the couch, much like you left him, still pale, still dark shadows under his eyes, but he’s much more awake now, his gaze following your every move.
“Hey,” you say softly, sinking down on the same armchair that you sat in when you watched him last night while Ellie took a shower. You suppress a shudder at the way he regards you, his eyes flicking up and down your body, taking in your size, you presume, searching for weapons. Your gun is tucked into the waistband at the back of your pants, which you’re sure he’s already aware of. You don’t like the way he makes you feel, like somehow you’re intruding on him. You should have the upper hand, this is your home and he’s injured, you helped him for crying out loud, and here you are, nervously watching his every move. You did the right thing. It’s gonna be fine.
“Where’s Ellie?” he asks, ignoring your greeting, his voice gruff.
“Sleeping,” you reply, nodding your head to the bedroom door. “She’s okay, I promise.”
Some of the tension seems to release from his body and he slumps back down a little, but the distrust in his expression when he looks at you doesn’t waver. Then again, you’re probably not much different.
“Look,” you sigh, “I’m not playing some kind of game here. You came into my house, I saw that you needed help, so I helped.” You try to infuse your voice with as much confidence as you can. “Don’t make me regret that, okay?”
He shrugs, a noncommittal grunt the only verbal answer. It could potentially be interpreted as a thanks, you guess. In a less tense situation, you’d probably grow annoyed by now. Shrugging yourself, you get to your feet and head to the kitchen. Anything to escape the way he’s watching your every movement.
“Hey, do you want coffee?” You don’t really want to offer him any, but you’d feel weird drinking it yourself without asking.
He pipes up at the question, head turning in your direction, his face the most open that you’ve seen it yet. “You have coffee?”
“Yeah.” That’s why I’m fucking asking.
“I– yes.” A breath, a second of him not meeting your eyes. “Thanks.”
You smile, small, fleetingly, busying yourself with the ground beans and the boiling water, reveling in the smell that slowly spreads throughout the room. It reminds you of happier times, when the world was still normal.
He has pushed himself into a sitting position, breathing heavily, when you walk over to hand him the steaming cup, still careful to keep your distance.
After you sit back down, the both of you stay silent for a few minutes. You enjoy the bitter taste on your tongue, the way you slowly feel your energy rising.
“Does it hurt much?” you ask eventually, gesturing towards his stomach.
Another grunt, the hint of a head shake.
“So it does.” He opens his mouth, the protest most likely already on his tongue, and you raise an eyebrow. “I have painkillers, are you sure that you–”
“No.” It comes fast, his voice raised, no room for arguments.
You instinctively flinch back at the unexpected louder sound, the cup shaking in your grip. You set it down on the table in front of you. Have your hands free, just in case.
There’s a hint of regret in his eyes, his free hand slightly raised, palm open. He’s trying to calm you down, you realize.
“Okay,” you breathe, working hard to keep your voice steady, “no painkillers, got it.”
“Sorry,” he mutters, his face half hidden, words almost lost behind the cup. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s alright,” you tell him as much as yourself.
You’ve gotten jumpy, not used to loud sounds anymore, raised voices, not used to humans in general, you suppose. You hadn’t fully realized it until now, until there’s other humans around you again.
“Thank you,” he continues unexpectedly, “not just for the coffee, but– you know.” He’s struggling, the words not coming easily, but you think that he’s being earnest. “Patching me up.”
“Of course.” You nod hastily, your heart still beating a little too fast.
Another moment passes in silence, both of you slowly sipping the coffee. He’s looking around, taking in his surroundings, eyes lingering on the closed wooden doors and the stairs leading up. You try not to get nervous about it. It’s normal that he would want to know more about where he is, after all.
“This is the basement, right? Is it safe?”
“Yeah,” you breathe. “No way to get in from outside.” As long as you stay inside, you’re safe.
He hums, appreciatively, you think.
“How long have you been living here?”
“Always. It’s my parents’ house. I mean–” you laugh, but it comes out hollow, “we lived upstairs, obviously. But my dad was… kinda crazy. Or– not that crazy, I guess, all things considered.” Your lips curl into a wry smile.
Your mind flashes back to long lectures about survival techniques, learning how to shoot, your father going on and on about first aid, hunting, all the things that you couldn’t have cared less about as a teenage girl, but were ingrained in your brain nonetheless. You’re grateful, now, but it’s laced with guilt about how often you snapped at your father, how often you told him he was paranoid, seeing dangers that weren’t there, that he was wasting your time. You couldn’t have known, the rational part of you argues. But you can never take it back now, the guilt whispers.
When you look up, Joel’s eyes are on you, eyebrows raised in question. You shake your head, trying to clear it. Stay in the present.
“Sorry, what did you–?”
Worry is painting his expression. “Are you okay?”
Don’t show weakness. “Yeah, of course. Just spaced out for a second.”
You force a smile onto your face and stand up rather abruptly, gathering both cups and putting them into the sink. Joel hasn’t moved, but you feel his eyes on you as you move.
“Do you, um, do you want to shower, maybe? Or just wash up, I don’t know, how–” You gesture towards the dried bloodstain on his flannel, forcefully keeping your tone light. “I have clean clothes, too, if you want.”
A shiver runs through you at the thought of going through your dad’s things, of someone else wearing them. He doesn’t need them anymore. He’s not coming back.
You know that you’ve gone silent for too long again even before you see Joel’s expression. He doesn’t ask this time, but there’s something in his eyes that you can’t place, something that almost looks like understanding.
“Yeah, I guess cleaning up a bit would be nice. I– thank you. Again”
His voice is gruff and he avoids your eyes. You think that he doesn’t like it, having to thank you. Owing you.
Giving him a nod, you head to the bedroom, hoping not to disturb Ellie, but she’s awake already, her eyes glinting in the light that’s falling into the dark room from the living area. You clench your jaw, heading for one of the drawers, trying hard not to think about what you’re doing. It’s not like he ever wore this stuff, it was just sitting down here. It’s fine, you’re fine.
“Don’t worry, it’s not about you,” Ellie says quietly from beside you, breaking through your racing thoughts.
You turn towards her, confusion on your face. “What is?”
“Joel,” she shrugs, still keeping her voice low. “He’s like that with everyone. He’s a bit of an asshole, really.” She sounds fond, saying it, like it’s an endearing character trait.
A surprised laugh escapes you. “I– okay, thanks, I guess.”
She waves it away, swinging her feet out of the bed. “No, thank you for not murdering me in my sleep.”
“Yeah, likewise.” You shake your head, still laughing to yourself. It’s so easy to like the girl, to feel like you already know her.
You hand Joel a pile of clothes, purposefully avoiding to look at them too closely, explain where the towels are and he grumbles his approval before the bathroom door closes behind him.
You release a breath and close your eyes for a second. You are undeniably warming up to Ellie, finding it almost impossible not to, but her companion is a different story.
“Hey, do you drink coffee?” you ask in the direction of the bedroom.
“Ew, no!” comes her reply as she steps out of the door, collecting the wild mess of hair on the top of her head and securing it in a ponytail.
Her offense at the mere suggestion makes you chuckle under your breath as you busy yourself with preparing breakfast in the form of porridge instead. She’s leaning against the doorframe, watching you, her eyes wide as she takes in the cupboards full of supplies.
You’re glad that you don’t need anything from the storeroom, keeping that door in the corner firmly closed. You want to trust her, want to trust them, but a feeling of unease still lingers at the thought of letting them know just how much you have.
Instead, you voice another question, a thought that fills you with unease as well.
“Hey,” you begin, keeping your eyes trained on the stove, “I’m sorry, but you and Joel, there– there isn’t anything weird going on, is there?”
“Like what?” She sounds slightly defensive, but when you steal a glance at her, she’s eyeing you with curiosity.
“I don’t know, like…” You shrug, stirring the mixture of water and oats, “you want to be here, he’s not forcing you to come with him or anything, right?”
“No, don’t worry about that,” comes her reply, almost amused. It was a bit of a stupid question, when you think about it, considering how worried she was about him last night, how protective.
“Okay,” you smile at her. You’re curious nonetheless, how they ended up together and where they’re headed, but it’s probably not really your place to ask.
You divide the porridge into three bowls and hand her one, while you carry yours and one for Joel back to the living area and set them down on the wooden table.
Ellie starts shoveling the food down immediately and you’re left wondering once more what happened to them and when they last ate something.
“So…” Ellie begins, her mouth still half full, “you’re just down here with all this food? Because your dad stored it here, before… things went to shit?”
You can’t blame her for her curiosity, you’re aware that you’ve probably found yourself in a better living situation than most people. Your thoughts go to the storeroom again, basically stuffed with enough supplies to last you multiple lifetimes, especially now that it’s just… No.
You hum in affirmation, not trusting your voice and you’re thankful that she’s too distracted by her breakfast to notice anything weird about your reaction.
“So you don’t go out hunting or anything?” comes her next question. You freeze.
You did go hunting, back when you cared about variance in the meals you prepared, about using fresh ingredients when you could. Until there was no need for that any more.
You realize that Ellie is saying your name, not for the first time, judging from the look on her face.
“Sorry,” you mumble, your hands tightening around the bowl. “No, I- I don’t go hunting.”
If she finds the situation weird, she shrugs it off impressively fast.
She nods to herself, eating quietly for a minute, before she speaks up again. “So what do you… do? Down here all day?”
“Uh…” What is it that you do all day? Time has been blurring together, days without anything happening repeating on a constant loop. You realize that you don’t remember, can’t talk of any activities that are part of your day. How long has it been like this?
You’re relieved from having to answer by Joel emerging from the bathroom, his face pale and his breaths going heavy. He has put on the sweatpants you gave him, but his torso is bare, the skin around the injury still an angry red.
He sinks back down into the cushions with a heavy sigh and you quickly get to work, cleaning the wound once more and giving him more antibiotics before you redo the bandages and hope for the best. Your hands don’t shake as badly as they did last night.
Ellie gets him some water and pushes his bowl of porridge into his hands, urging him to eat, before she turns to you. She’s trying to be strong, to hide her worry, but the pleading look in her eyes when she asks you if he’s gonna be okay tells a different story.
“Of course,” you say, giving her what you hope to be a reassuring smile.
Joel does look better after he’s eaten something, but his eyelids are drooping and after a few more minutes, his eyes close and his breath evens out. You do the dishes and check the cameras, calming down a bit more when you’re sure that everything seems to be quiet upstairs.
When you return to the living area, Ellie is rummaging through her pack, muttering to herself, until she pulls a book out of, proudly turning the cover for you to read it. No pun intended - Volume Too.
She starts reading them to you while you settle back down with a second cup of coffee and you share her laughs, enjoying the way it makes her look lighter, allows her to be a kid who can laugh at stupid jokes. You ignore the sting it causes in your chest because you once knew someone who would have loved this book just as much as Ellie does.
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Dr. Miller - Pt 2
Orthopedic!Joel Miller x afab!Reader | W/C: 4.8k
Summary: It’s time for your second appointment with Dr. Miller.
Warnings: canon-divergent - no outbreak, medical professional au. Reader (she/her) has female anatomy and is able-bodied. No physical description of race. Reference to reader’s clothing, but no sizes mentioned (everything is neutral). Pet names (darlin’, angel, girl, etc). Most definitely doctor malpractice LMFAO. 18+ MDNI. Inherent power imbalance (doctor-patient relations). Dirty talk. Hickeys/biting/marking. Fingering. Slight begging. Praise kink. Multiple orgasms. Spit kink. P in V unprotected (wrap it before you tap it, guys). Cum play/cum swallowing…snowball kisses🥴. Daddy kink… and last but not least, the ending.. I’m not gonna say what, you’ll just have to read, but I’m sorry😵💫😵💫😵💫 although I’m foregoing a warning or two for plot purposes, please let me know if they should be up here! I’ll fix it accordingly!🫶
A/N: Here goes round 2! As far as the series goes and as far as posting it goes LMAO!! This hellsite deleted my first attempt in posting, so hopefully it stays up this time around. And I’m giving a big thank you to @honeyedmiller for proofreading and catching my horrendous grammar mistakes lololol I love you🩶 Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy!!! I’d love to hear what you think :) luv u guys xx
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Friday. 4pm. Your next appointment with Dr. Miller was tomorrow.
This was the first ever doctor appointment you’ve ever been excited for. The automated text their system sends out didn’t tell you to arrive early, and you’ll admit, you were bummed.
You’ll show up early regardless. Maybe he’d be able to see you sooner if his schedule allows. At least, you can hope, anyway.
After your appointment with him last week, you were left hurt and wanting. You knew the hurt was a natural reaction to the sudden dopamine drop, and something tells you Dr. Miller is a guy who’s adamant on aftercare. So, you swept those emotions under the rug easily.
Not so easily, however, was your needy cunt and the way it drooled and throbbed for nearly an entire week straight, craving the one thing she almost had. She barely had a taste, but she was already hooked, addicted even.
Your fingers, your vibrator, your purple dildo that’s helped you come plenty of times – nothing could get you off. Not anymore.
Unbeknownst to you, Dr. Miller had the exact same problem. Well, okay – he could ejaculate just fine, but the want never seemed to leave his system. Ever since he’s had his taste of you, he could never reach the feeling of satisfaction. And it has taken an absolute toll on him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dee snarked. Only she could ever talk to him like that. She keeps him on his toes.
“The hell is wrong with me?” he huffed.
“You’re being a grump, doc,” she replies.
He rolls his eyes. “Ain’t I always?”
“Yeah,” she says thoughtfully. “But you seem more… miserable.”
“Gee, Dee, well thank you for that,” he replies monotonously.
“You’re welcome,” she snickers. She comes closer, voice hushed. “Seriously, though. Do you need to get laid or something?”
He chokes on the coffee he now regrets bringing up to his lips. “Jesus,” he coughs. “Time and place, Dee,” he says, trying to collect himself.
She raises her hands up defensively. “I’m just lookin’ out for ya, doc,” she smirks, howling out a laugh as she puts Dr. Miller out of his misery by returning to her desk.
He just shakes his head in response, fighting the blush on his cheeks at the thought of you taking care of the needs Dee so outwardly pointed out he had.
Dr. Miller wouldn’t have to wait much longer, though. Your appointment was so soon, only one more work day before he’s able to be blessed by your presence again. That is, until Dee finds another opportunity to shit on Dr. Miller’s mood.
“What do you mean we’re supposed to close early tomorrow?” Dr. Miller gruffs.
“Exactly that, Miller,” Dee treads lightly. “It was in the calendar. Too many people have off in the afternoon tomorrow. It’s Easter weekend. You’ll be sorely understaffed.”
“Then who booked the patients after 2 if us closing early was in the calendar?” Dr. Miller is never one to be an asshole, dictating boss, but his irritation is very much getting the best of him right now.
Dee whispers her next response. “…The new hire. But don’t blame them. I should’ve caught it sooner,” she reasons.
Dr. Miller takes a steadying breath. “So how many people do we gotta disappoint right now?”
Dee pulls up the calendar on her phone. Dr. Miller watches her shoulders physically relax. “Oh! Actually, you’ve only got one person. At 4. I’ll call right now to reschedule,” Dee says with a finality.
“Wait- who?” Dr. Miller asks. He knows who it is.
Dee looks confused for a moment, but she indulges and reads off your name to her boss.
“Y’know what, Dee,” Dr. Miller waves her off. “I’ll take care of that appointment, it’s fine.”
“Dr. Miller, are you sure-”
“‘Course,” he cuts her off. “I’m the only one in this damn office without Easter plans, anyway,” he huffs. “Empty nest or however that sayin’ goes.”
Dee nods in understanding. “How’s she doing?”
“Fuckin’ amazin’,” Dr. Miller marvels. “She just surprises me more ‘n more everyday.”
Dee smiles before she returns to their situation at hand. “Are you sure you don’t want me to reschedule?”
“I’m sure,” Dr. Miller states. “Listen, I know this practice wouldn’t be able to run without any of y’all, and without you especially-” Dr. Miller explains.
“You flatter me,” Dee butts in with a straight face.
He smirks before continuing. “But have some faith in this old man, why don’t ya? I think I’m more than capable of doin’ the whole check in, check out thing.”
Dee takes in a sharp breath. “It’s much more than that, Miller, but nonetheless,” she holds her hands up in surrender. “I’ll put some faith in ya, old man.”
“Thank ya,” he drawls. “Now please go talk to the new hire about their mistake, I think they’re still afraid of me a lil bit.”
She laughs in the affirmative, shutting Dr. Miller’s office door on her way out.
Holy shit.
His plan to get you alone just worked itself out. Thank you, newbie, he thinks to himself.
Dr. Miller’s office is less than ten minutes away from you, yet somehow you decide that if you left any later than 3, you’d keep Dr. Miller waiting, and you certainly didn’t want that happening.
The parking lot is completely empty, a lone vehicle – a hefty truck – sits only two spaces away from your own. Your tummy swirls, knowing exactly whose car that might be. However, another swirl of nerves swarms through you. Why are there no other vehicles?
Swallowing the anxious lump in your throat, you step out of your car and make your way inside the office. Inside is even further void of life than the parking lot.
You make a beeline for the check-in window, picking up the pen from the cup to begin filling out your information when a deep drawl of your name startles you.
“Dr. Miller,” you jump, your eyebrows flying to your forehead.
“Shit,” Dr. Miller chuckles. “Sorry, darlin’,” his voice was much softer, careful. “I do that a lot to my staff- sneak up on ‘em, they call it. Say I need a bell or somethin’ ‘round my neck.”
You laugh with him at the little anecdote. He motions for you to come on back already, dismissing the check-in process since it’s only you, he explains.
“Why is it only me?” You ask. Well, okay – you know why it’s only you, but how is it only you is the question. He did not just send everyone else home since you’d be here. That would raise too much suspicion.
Walking you to the patient room furthest from the potential public eye, he retells the new hire’s mistake. You find yourself in the same mindset as Dr. Miller as you silently thank them for not being more careful.
“You could’ve rescheduled me, you know,” you tell him, eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, I know,” he quips as he opens the door for you.
You step inside, turning around to face him. “So why didn’t you?”
The door clicks shut, and Dr. Miller’s now face-to-face with you, head tilted down to meet your challenging gaze. The air in the room becomes dangerously charged.
“I think you know why, angel,” he says, scarily smooth.
You don’t back down. “Enlighten me.”
He takes a step closer to you, forcing you to step back. “Why should I? When that very reason is right between those legs already crying for me, huh? I bet she’s a fuckin’ mess already, ain’t she?”
You gulp as your ass hits the exam table, not realizing that Dr. Miller has been slowly cornering you.
Without giving you a moment to respond, his lips are crashing into yours, his large hands grabbing onto either side of your face to keep you against him as your body melts into his hold. His tongue licks across your bottom lip, and your mouth opens, letting him in. You mewl into his mouth, each of your tongues lapping one another’s flavors, your senses immediately being consumed.
The kiss breaks, and you both are frantic. Your hands grab onto the exam table behind you and you hoist yourself up, your fingers already finding the hem of your shirt as you rip it off, letting it fall to the ground. Dr. Miller practically growls at the sight, his chocolate brown eyes blackened with pure need.
He shucks off his white coat, letting it join your top as he pounces on you again. He nips at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and letting it go with a pop as he drags his scruffy face across your jaw and down your neck, biting pretty little bruises everywhere his mouth touches.
Your hands find the bottom of his shirt, taking the liberty of pulling it off and whining when it gets caught over his broad form. “Patience, angel, I’m not goin’ anywhere this time,” he coos, his eyes genuine.
You huff out in mock annoyance, your eyes silently thanking him for the reassurance. You pull back to let Dr. Miller take off the upper portion of his scrubs. Your irritated façade is quick to fade as your eyes coast his body: his broad shoulders and tanned chest, the product of laborious activity throughout one’s life; your eyes drag down to his softer middle, the product of a happy, indulgent life. Your spit is suddenly thick.
Dr. Miller’s thumb comes up to rub across your bottom lip. “Ya alright? Got a lil bit of drool right there,” he taunts.
You tilt your head and take his thumb in your mouth, letting your spit coat his digit generously as your hands pull him in by his waist, your fingers scratching the expanse of his sides and his belly. “So fucking sexy,” you murmur, eyes alight with hunger.
Unable to verbally deal with the compliment, Dr. Miller pulls his thumb from your mouth, settling his hand on your jaw as he pulls you in to kiss your lips again. It’s much softer this time, more savory. He takes his time with it, and it has both your resolves breaking as Dr. Miller’s free hand finds the clasp of your bra and undoes it with ease, the article joining the haphazard pile on the floor.
Dr. Miller kisses down your neck once again, your body leaning back to give him more access. His mouth goes straight for your hardened nipple, his tongue circling the entire area before putting as much as he can in his mouth and sucks.His hand fondles your other breast while he works the one in his mouth. You’re moaning and writhing at the stimulation, your pussy utterly leaking past the barrier of your pants and onto the exam table.
“Dr. Miller, please,” you gasp. “Please- need more,” you moan, eyes rolling back at a particular nip to your bud. You can feel him smile against you, his mouth relenting only to move to your other breast. Dr. Miller is all about detail, of course he needs to make sure every part of you receives ample attention.
He releases you with a pop, a devilish grin on his face as he stands back to his full height. His hand snakes to your front, the pads of his fingers rubbing softly at your clothed center, your slick completely soaked through. “Ya need more?” He drawls. “Tell me what you need, baby,” he says sickeningly sweet, his entire hand moving to cup your sex, the squelch of your arousal making his cock twitch.
“Fuck-” you squeak, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “T-touch me, p-please,” you stammer.
To outsiders looking in – hell, to even you – it’d seem as though Dr. Miller is entirely calm and collected, at ease in the way he’s been teasing you. Yet, with the way his cock is straining the material of his scrubs and the way his chest heaves, he is anything but. He is so far gone, he nearly wanted to rip your clothes off in the waiting room and take you over the fucking counter. But he didn’t, much to his displeasure, but he tells himself the buildup is worth the wait. And, fuck- with you? It’s so fucking worth it.
“I am touchin’ you, darlin’. Touch how? Use those words, sweet girl, I know you can,” he tells you, squeezing your cunt in a way that has your belly doing flips.
“Oh, God-” your head rolls back, body on fire. “F-fuck me, Dr. Miller, n-need your- fuck- need your cock, need it so bad,” you plead, eyes tearing up the more you speak. The man finally broke you.
Dr. Miller smiles wildly. “Atta girl,” he rewards you, “I’ll give it to ya,” he breathes. “Lord knows you’re all I been thinkin’ ‘bout,” he admits as his fingers begin nudging your pants down.
“Yeah?” you breathe softly as you lift your hips for him. Even in your aroused craze, you can’t help but soften at the admission. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” you tell him.
This is so much more than a fucking hookup, you both think. But you ignore that fact for later.
Shaking off the emotion, as soon as your pants join your clothes, you lean back, settling your elbows behind you to keep you up. Letting your legs fall open, you quirk your brow. “Well, cowboy?”
That brings his attention back. His eyes are fixed on your shiny cunt, his tongue twitches to drink you up. But, no, this is about you this time. And what you want is to be full. He’ll give it to you. But, first-
“I was too big for you last time,” he states matter-of-factly.
“I-” your eyebrows furrow. “What?”
“I hurt you last time.”
“No you didn’t-”
“I could tell it did,” he rebuttals.
Without another word, he steps out of the exam room. A beat passes and he’s back – with a fluffy pillow.
“Um-”
“Lift,” he states.
You lift your hips up, and Dr. Miller places the pillow underneath your lower back. “This should help open your pelvic floor more,” he says. “And ease the tightness of the position,” he adds.
And it does.
“Oh,” you whisper. “Thanks,” you say, your cheeks heating up at the action.
He leans over you to kiss your tummy before his hands settle on the insides of your thighs. “You okay?” He asks. His thumbs rub up and down, dangerously close to where you’re leaking for him.
“Mhm,” you hum, not trusting your voice anymore.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” he says.
“Oh, God, please-” you whine impatiently.
“But I needa touch you first, angel, I don’t wanna hurt you. Please?”
How can you say no to that? To his thick fingers and the way you know he can use them so expertly? How can you say no to the hands that have built his career or to the hands that’ll easily make you fall apart just as much as you know his cock would? You’d be an absolute dumbass to say no to that.
“Okay, Dr. Miller,” you say, voice shaky in anticipation.
“Joel,” he offers.
Your heart skips a beat. “Joel?” you question.
“Mhm,” he hums. “My name- well, first name, I guess,” he pauses. His fingers move closer to your core, the softest of touches ghost through your seam. You take a sharp breath in. “Just tellin’ you cuz I wanna hear you moan it when I make a mess a’ you. I bet it’ll sound real pretty, baby.”
His thumb finds your clit, then, and you do exactly what Dr. Miller – Joel – wanted. You moan out his name deliciously, sending him groaning at the pang of desire shooting up his spine, his cock weeping for attention.
“Fuck yeah, angel, that’s it. Knew you’d sound so fuckin’ gorgeous, fuck-”
His thumb continues its assault on your throbbing bud while the middle finger on his other hand rubs through your wet folds, collecting up the arousal before he pushes into your entrance.
It’s an easy push, his fingers are thick, so there’s still a slight stretch amongst the pleasure. The work he puts in with both hands has your hips bucking in his touch, and it eases your body enough for him to slip his ring finger along his other.
His two fingers fuck into you at a sweet pace, the length of him reaching places your own fingers have never felt before. It’s pure ecstacy. “Oh, Joel, yes- shitshitshit, that feels so fucking good,” you cry, your head lolling around like a bobblehead, your body falling weaker and weaker the more he plays with you.
“Yeah, baby? Like that? That feel good?” He grunts, his heart beating a mile a minute at how fucking pretty and wild you look and sound from his fingers alone. “So fuckin’ wet, baby,” he snarls. “You know what, pretty girl?”
“What?” you whine, trying your best to keep your eyes open and on him as your head begins to tingle from how hard you’re panting.
“I think you’re ready to take me, baby, I think she’s so fuckin’ ready,” he grins, his fingers adopting a come-here motion, your sobs reverberating throughout the tiny exam room.
“Come for me first, pretty girl, make a mess on my fuckin’ fingers, and I’ll give what you’ve been crying for,” he all but demands as he looks down and lets a big glob of his spit fall directly onto your clit, his fingers gliding over you even quicker in the mixture.
“Fuck- Joel!” you scream, the spit being the action that completely throws you over the edge.
“Jesus, angel, fuck-” he stills his fingers, letting himself feel the flutter of your warmth as you cream all around him.“So fuckin’ perfect comin’ all over my fingers, goddamn, messy fuckin’ girl,” he rambles, his eyes roaming every inch of your body, taking in every twitch, shake, and mewl your body is giving him.
Your breathing starts to slow, muscles relaxing but not quite over its shaking. He pulls his fingers out of you and brings it directly to his mouth, his cock nearly bursting at the taste of you on his tongue. Another time, he thinks to himself as he bends down to pull the rest of his scrubs off, using the moment to place a chaste kiss to your puffy clit. You yelp at the sensation, a lazy, blissed out smile blesses him, and he can hear his heartbeat thrum in his ears at the sight.
Joel crowds himself between your thighs again, pumping his cock a few times, his thumb reaching for the precum leaking at his slit and spreading it all over his length.
“How you feelin’?” Joel checks in.
“So fucking good, Joel,” you respond, doe-eyed but entirely honest.
He wants to kiss you so fucking bad.
So he does.
He leans over you as best as he can in this angle, his length rubbing against your folds as he leans in, his hand wraps at the base of your neck, pulling you in for an open-mouthed kiss – wet, hot, and slow. He pulls away with a blush across his cheeks, and your face is entirely engulfed by flames, too. Did that kiss make him nervous? Did it make you nervous?
Unable to look away from each other, you utter the first thing that comes to mind. “Please,” you whisper, though you don’t really know what you’re pleading for.
“I got ya,” Joel whispers, pulling himself back to line up his erection with your entrance.
Even though Joel’s fingers were a stretch all on their own and your body was quick to adjust, you genuinely don’t think anything could truly prepare you for the length and girth of Dr. Joel Miller.
Last week, it was damn near impossible. Thinking back to it, honestly, you think you might want to even thank the nurse that interrupted you two. Still, if Joel hadn’t prepared you today with his fingers, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to take him as fast as you are now.
He pushes in just the tip, and you both gasp at the initial pleasure. Your mewls are more pleasurable than painful this time around, and Joel takes that as the go-ahead to keep going.
“You tell me if I needa stop, darlin’, I’ll stop immediately,” Joel grunts, trying his best to keep slow.
“God, fuck- Joel, I swear to God, you better not stop- need you so bad,” you lament. He finally pushes himself to the hilt, your rambling continuing as he does so. “Please fuck me, baby, fuck me hard, da-” you gasp and slap your hand over your mouth, catching yourself before you let yourself finish that word.
Joel pauses all movement, his hands tightly on your hips as his purely black eyes stare down at you. “What’d ya say, angel?”
“J-Joel, I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what-”
“Not my question, babygirl,” he warns softly. “What’d you call me?”
You gulp, opting to just stare at him, silently begging him to spare you of the embarrassment.
He withdraws from you, all the way out to the tip, then, oh so slowly he pushes back in. He pauses halfway, eyebrow raised. Words.
“Please, Jo-” you start. His hand squeezes your hip in warning. “Please… Daddy, please,” you whine, finally giving in. With that, he pushes in roughly to the hilt, knocking all the wind from your lungs as pure pleasure flows through every nerve in your body. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it, angel, such a good fuckin’ girl,” he moans, his thrusts slow but calculated. “Makin’ daddy feel so good, baby, shit-” he tells you, his own eyes finally fluttering shut as he revels in the feeling of the warmth of your walls, tight and fucking perfect.
“How’s daddy’s girl feelin’, baby? Feelin’ good? Hm?” he grunts with a particular thrust forward.
“So- fuck-” you try to get out, your sweet cries of euphoria cutting you off and forcing you into incoherency. But you’ve experienced enough in this short time with Dr. Miller – with Joel – to know he needs this communication. He thrives on it. So you try your damn hardest. And fuck, it nearly sends him to his end.
“F-feels so good, so so good- mmm, shit- love your cock s’much, daddy,” you slur, eyes nearly going cross-eyed as Joel’s hips start to move faster, his fingers gripping tight enough to leave little bruises on your waist, a matching set to the marks across your neck and chest.
The wanton moans spilling from your mouth spurs Joel on, his brain short-circuiting at the feel of your velvety core consuming him. You feel him twitch before he feels you flutter. The sensation wakes you up a little, a wave of confidence overtaking you despite the fervent drive of his hips.
“You’re close, daddy,” you whine, a mischievous grin across your face. “Can feel you,” you tell him, thrusting your hips softly, attempting to meet his every push and pull with the help of the pillow gliding underneath you.
“Fuck-” he chokes, his hips only faltering in pace for barely a moment. One hand lets go of your waist and falls where you two are connected. “Need you- shit-” he pants. “Need you to come ‘round daddy’s cock first, pretty girl.” His thumb finds your nerves, slick and sensitive, and wastes no time in forcing you to the brink of another orgasm.
His fingers circle you, matching the rhythm of his hips, and instantly, your eyes clamp shut, back arching deliciously as you let your legs open impossibly further. “Oh, daddy- oh God, oh fuck- I’m gonna come, I’m gonna-” you yell as your throat becomes hoarse, your chest sinking and rising as you let your body relish in the fire that Joel is throwing you into.
“Give it t’me, lemme feel you, angel,” Joel urges, his lower tummy flexing as he feels your inner walls spasm and soak his pulsing length.
“Oh, yes- yeah, fuck- please,” you babble mindlessly. Pulling yourself to sit up, your hand planted behind you, you pull Joel in, lips ghosting each other as his quick breaths fan against your lips. “You gonna come? My pussy that good, daddy?”
Your random spurts of teasing has Joel in all sorts of panic. Usually, he’s one to call the shots, and all his past partners never wanted or requested anything different, but it seems as though he has finally met his match. “Fuckin- Christ, doll- pussy’s so fuckin’ good, baby, daddy’s gonna fuckin- oh fuck-” he keens, pulling out just in time for his cock to spill his entire worth across your mound and your lower belly.
“Oh my god,” you moan to yourself, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sight of him all over you.
Joel takes a minute to catch his breath, his eyes scanning every inch of you like he didn’t just violate every Doctor oath he’s ever taken.
“I think I need to be the one to check in this time,” you let out in a breathy laugh. “You okay?”
He still isn’t looking in your eye, and it makes you nervous. Is he regretting everything now? “Joel?” you call, barely audible.
His eyes snap to yours before they fall back to where he was looking before. “Yeah, yeah, I’m alright, baby, I just, uh-”
Cutting himself off, he bends down slowly. You watch him, confused but intrigued. He sticks his tongue out, flat, and licks. From your mound to the lower part of your belly, he collects up the salty, milky liquid on his tongue.
He brings his mouth up to you, his hand finding purchase at the back of your neck. He pulls you into his mouth, his tongue invites itself into your space along with the heady musk of his come, and you welcome it greedily, swallowing every little bit of his arousal that you can.
You break away just before his watch beeps: 5:45pm, fifteen minutes until closing. “That was-”
“I’m sorry, that was disgustin’ I don’t know why I jus’ did that-”
You lean in to nip at him, pulling away with a suck to his pouty bottom lip. “That was hot, Dr. Miller,” you smirk.
Dr. Miller’s exam rooms, although not often, can see a lot of bodily fluids. Obviously not the kinds that you two have exchanged together, but with the notion of removing casts and such, sweat is bound to get everywhere. So every room holds baby and/or sanitizing wipes just in case.
He grabs a pack of baby wipes underneath the cabinet and takes out a few. He wipes your entire lower half down, and grabs some more from the pack to wipe himself off. It’s a dance of wobbly limbs as both of you help each other dress back up, you being particularly whiny at how stiff the scrub material is when you try and blame it on his big size.
“I thought you liked how big I am?” He quips, your eyebrows shooting up in response as you slap his chest.
All dressed up, you two walk out of the exam room, both you and Dr. Miller on cloud nine as you make your way back to the front office.
Before reaching the door, he grabs on your waist, pulling you against the wall, towering over you. That beautiful Southern gentleman smile bright on display, the kind of smile that has your knees wanting to buckle.
“I- I had a great time with you,” he says, a little bashful. Sure, the things you did together were otherworldly, but the things that came after? How he was able to help clean you, dress you, and simply just be with you afterwards? He really can’t remember a time he’s felt so right.
“I did, too,” you tell him. “But, I think…” you trail off.
His stomach sinks. Here it comes. We shouldn’t be doing this anymore, he knows you’ll say.
“I think I can’t be your patient anymore,” you whisper with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Dear God, you just about gave me a damn heart attack,” he huffs, burying his head into the crook of your neck, littering playful nips anywhere he can reach as payback for scaring him.
You two break out in laughter, it slowly turning into an impromptu makeout session as his lips find yours again, both of you insatiable for one another’s taste.
You’re so caught up in each other that neither of you realize the front door of the office unlocks, nor do you realize someone is entering the hallway you two are currently in.
You also don’t hear the gasp coming from the person either, not until-
“Dr. Miller?!”
Shit.
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Keep It Private. Part 2. (DR)
summary: just some more of you and daniel not being able to keep it in your pants on instagram
warnings: suggestive content
note: i wasn’t gonna make a part 2, but my posts have been getting a lot of love (thank you sm) and you guys seemed to rly like this one! <3 (still trying to reply to comments, but j know i see them all!)
masterlist here -> masterlist link
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danielricciardo: big win today in the australian grand prix race. thank you to my team, my fans, my friends, family, and pit crew. but i couldn’t have done it without my wife @y/n.ricciardo. i will be giving you so many orgasms later, and many reasons to have you not stand straight. i love you, my lucky charm❤️
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oscarpiastri: omg daniel, seriously?
|> danielricciardo: yeah😊
f1fanpage: do i say that they are cute? or disgusting for the pda?….
wagsoff1: congratulations, daniel!!
|> y/nanddanfp: you’re skipping over the whole last part…?
|> wagsoff1: trying to pretend i didn’t read it
maxverstappen1: congratulations, daniel!!
|> danielricciardo: thank you! 😁
y/n.ricciardo: daniel omg my mom follows you now😳
|> danielricciardo: i blocked her, she follows my family one though. its okay😊
|> y/n.ricciardo: oh okay. i love youuu
|> danielricciardo: i love you tooo❤️
|> landonorris: it’s almost like you guys don’t have messages to say this to each other?
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y/n.ricciardo: workout or workout..?🤭
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francisca.cgomes: you look stunning!💓🫶
|> y/n.ricciardo: thank you kika🥹🫶
f1wags: GOOD LORD THE CAPTION Y/N
danielricciardo: i prefer the second one
|> y/n.ricciardo: what a coincidence! me too!!
|> danielricciardo: im coming home so we can workout rn
|> y/n.ricciardo: YAY
f1updates: you GUYS😳
georgerussell63: the only couple i know without a filter
|> carmenmmundt: they make it work, they’re hot
|> y/n.ricciardo: ily carmen
|> carmenmmundt: ily too babe
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Daniels BeReal (friends/grid only):
Caption: How mad would she be if i ate her out even tho she’s working?
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Lando Norris -> dude….
Charles Leclerc -> on the plane??
|> Daniel Ricciardo -> yeah? so?
|> Charles Leclerc -> seems a bit unsanitary
Carlos Sainz -> what the fuck
Pierre Gasly -> get it, daniel!
|> Daniel Ricciardo -> pierreeeeee
Max Verstappen -> i’m not sure what to say.
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y/n.ricciardo: congratulations, baby. p1 in australia, our beautiful home country. couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate your win ❤️
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lilymhe: such an adorable couple, congrats daniel!
|> pierregasly: congratulations, daniel !!!
|> danielricciardo: thank you lily, and thank you pierre! congrats on p2 my man
|> pierregasly: YEAHHHH thanks daniel 🙏
f1wags: my couple goals and inspo
danielricciardo: the real win was making you my wife ❤️
|> y/n.ricciardo: damn straight it was
|> danielricciardo: excuse me? you’re gonna regret that miss
|> y/n.ricciardo: WAIT JK JK
|> danielricciardo: mhmm
formula1updates: congratulations on p1, daniel!!!
y/n.fans: parents are slaying tonight
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danielricciardo: happy anniversary to the love of my life, my partner, and my favorite person in the world. i don’t know how i would live without you. i love you, and i cant wait to spend the rest of our lives together❤️
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charles_leclerc: happy anniversary, guys!
|> danielricciardo: thank you, charles!
fanpage.f1: awwwww, happy anniversary🥹
landonorris: happy anniversary, mom and dad☺️
|> y/n.ricciardo: lando🙃🙃
|> danielricciardo: don’t give her baby fever
|> y/n.ricciardo: too late
|> danielricciardo: wanna make one?
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georgerussell63: happy anniversary, you two!
|> danielricciardo: thank you!
f1fan: i cant believe you guys have been together for four years already
|> wagsof.f1: four married and eight total with their dating 🥹🥹
y/n.ricciardo: i love you so much❤️❤️
|> danielricciardo: i love you so much too❤️❤️
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y/n.ricciardo: four years ago, you proposed to me while we were at dinner with your friends…translation: four years ago, you made me the happiest, luckiest, and the most loved person in the universe. i cant believe that i’m able to say you’re mine. and now i present my lockscreen for these past four years. i love you more than words can explain, my love❤️
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pierregasly: i remember that
|> maxverstappen1: yeah, never thought he would propose
|> carlossainz55: it did take him a while
y/nsfans: the lockscreen picture🥹 we finally know what it is. i can now live in peace
wagsf1: you guys don’t get it, im obsessed with this couple
lilymhe: congratulations!! you guys are perfect for each other💓
|> y/n.ricciardo: thank you, lily🥹💓
danielricciardo: i love you so much, thank you for sticking by my side
|> y/n.ricciardo: 🥹🥹🥹
|> danielricciardo: don’t cry, we haven’t had sex yet you can’t cry
|> oscarpiastri: they can’t even stop on anniversary pictures
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all you wanna do is kiss me
summary: billie eilish runs into her crush at the grammys 😻
warnings: a LOTTTT of blushing LMAO
a/n: so billie came out???!!!?? also - part two is out!!
billie was nervous. very nervous. not because she was at the grammy awards, but because you were gonna there. billie had a massive crush on you. since 6 months ago. it was all because of one cheeky insta post you had made. billie remembers freaking out when she saw it, and that’s when she knew. you two had talked to eachother at events before but weren’t actually friends or anything like that. billie was really hoping that something would change tonight.
as she took her seat beside finneas at the table, she half hoped you’d be on the other side of the hall, and half hoped you’d be sat beside her. the second part of her was happy. as you sat down, billie tried to suppress her giddy smile. she quickly noticed though, your perfume. musky and wet - you were wearing eilish no 2. billie freaked out in her head knowing that YOU were wearing HER perfume.
“hey billie!” you said. billie said hello back, and you greeted the rest of the table. “how are you?” you asked billie, a smile forming on your face. billie blushed slightly and replied, “i’m good - kinda nervous though. how about you?” “i’m nervous too. i really hope i win something tonight.” you laughed. last year’s grammys had been a bad one for you - you didn’t win anything. “i’m sure you’re gonna sweep it tonight,” billie reassured you, “your album was fucking amazing. i was listening on repeat for a week after it released.” she laughed, before regretting the oversharing she had done. you seemed eased though, and thanked billie for her support.
a waiter came round with flutes of champagne. you reached one, and billie did the same. you both reached for the same one, before billie removed her hand from your hand and grabbed a different one. you both laughed but you were both left blushing. billie didn’t notice this though.
“i like your dress.” billie said to you, trying to keep the conversation going. you smiled at her and replied “thank you!! i wasn’t sure if i liked it too much, but my stylist insisted. i’m so glad you like it.” billie blushed again at your comment, and became hyper aware of how red she must be at that point. you two continued to talk about your outfits, hair & makeup until a photographer came up to your table looking for photos. everyone at the table smiled for the group photos before the man moved on to taking photos of pairs. he waited to get a picture of you and billie until he was done, and billie tried not to all out scream when you pushed yourself into her arm to get in frame. the man went on to the next table, but you remained on her arm for a few seconds, saying to her “you look really good, by the way.”
billie was about to lose her cool at that point, so she was excused herself to the bathroom. she came back just in time for the awards to start being presented. she hasn’t put anything out that year, so she wasn’t nominated for anything, but she watched as the winners received their awards and made their speeches. the night was nearly finished and the final, biggest award of the night had its nominees announced - album of the year. you were among one of the nominees, alongside some very big names. you didn’t think you had any chance at all, but billie reassured you that everything would be fine.
“and the winner is… y/n l/n - (album name)!” the woman announcing the award said. you screamed in delight, and hugged billie. you slowly made your way up to the stage, accepted the award, and started your speech. you thanked your team, family, friends - all the usual stuff. but then, you thanked billie. you said into the mic “and i wanna say thank you to billie eilish. girl, you’re one of my biggest inspirations. i love you. i wear your perfumes every day! and thank you for being my hype girl tonight!!”, and then you walked off stage and back to your seat. you winked at billie before she blurted out “can i have your number?”
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need a part 2 on pretty when ur high plsss
pretty when you're high [part 2]- ellie williams
pairing: dealer!ellie x fem!reader
summary: part 2 to pretty when you're high
warnings: [18+] mdni, language, top!ellie, bottom!reader, smut obvs, fluff, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), praise
authors note: hiiii finally posting part 2 yay me. hope u enjoy and if you don't... keep that to yourself bcos im sensitive.
five minutes went by, ellie’s mouth was still attached to yours and her hands were rubbing up and down your back. you felt a little guilty for growing increasingly impatient with the lack of attention she was showing to your lower half.
you wriggled around slightly in her lap, trying to bring her focus to where you needed her but she just sighed into the kiss.
“i’m not gonna fuck you” she spoke.
you pulled away from her.
“what?” you tried to act neutral but the quiver in your voice as you spoke gave you away.
ellie saw the mix of confusion and embarrassment on your face and instantly regretting her blunt choice of words.
“no- no baby, i mean- i want to. you have no idea how much i want to. i just- not like this. you’re a little high and i don’t want you to think i’m taking advantage or that i’m using you” she looked down for a moment. “i’ve waited too long for this to fuck it up”
you stared at her.
“you’ve… waited too long for this?” you questioned.
ellie’s grip left your back and she ran her hand across her face.
“yeah,” she huffed out “probably since i first met you.” she let out a small laugh. “didn’t wanna scare you off though. or risk losing you.”
“oh ellie” you cooed. you lifted your hand up to cup her jaw and stoked your thumb across her cheek. “all that wasted time.”
“we’ll make up for it.” she kissed you and carefully lifted your body off her lap, standing up and reaching her hand down to offer to you. you accepted and hoisted yourself up from your position on the floor.
as if already missing your body against hers, ellie slid her hands around your waist and held you against her.
“i’m gonna take you on the best date of your life tomorrow. and then,” that familiar smirk made its way back onto her face as she pushed a piece of hair away from your shoulder and let her fingers linger on the skin of your neck. she lowered her voice to a whisper “i’m gonna show you how good of a best friend i can be”
a blush spread across your cheeks and you bit down on your lip in an attempt to hide your shy smile.
she let go of her hold on you and bent down to clear up the mess she’d made on your dorm room floor earlier on when she was rolling.
“are you still sleeping over tonight?” you asked, not really sure if this new dynamic to your friendship was going to change your regular habits.
“sure. unless,” she looked up at you with raised eyebrows “you don’t think you can resist me until tomorrow?”
“shut up.” you spoke back with a laugh, nudging her side with your foot.
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you woke up slowly, your body warm and limbs relaxed. a few seconds of consciousness and your mind floods with the memory of last night, ellie kissing you, touching you, telling you how long she’d been waiting for this. your stomach fluttered and you allowed your eyes to open. dissatisfied with the sight of your dorm, you turned your body around and were welcomed with ellie, hair slightly dishevelled, eyes tired and an almost-shy smile across her plump lips.
“hi”
“good morning, pretty girl” her voice slightly raspy from sleep.
her ability to give you butterflies not even a minute after you’d gained consciousness was impressive.
“how did you sleep?” you asked.
“i always sleep well next to you.” she admitted, and poked your waist playfully. you wriggled away with a giggle.
“hey! that tickles!” you scrunched up your face in pretend anger and poked her stomach, drawing a laugh out of her.
“oh it’s like that?” she said, tilting her head to the side, laughter still bubbling out of her voice. she reached to grab your hand but you were quick to move it out the way, leading to a back and forth of attempted hand grabs and quick dodges. in a final victory for ellie she managed to take hold of your wrist and in one quick motion she grabbed your other wrist and straddled your waist, leaning over you with an accomplished smirk.
your heart rate quickened at the sight above you and the positioning of ellie’s hips. she looked down at you with an air of cockiness and let your wrists go, letting her hands splay across your ribs. aware of the effect she was having on you, she slowly grazed the backs of her fingers lightly over your torso, bringing out goose bumps on your waist, your stomach and the skin dangerously close to your boobs.
“ellie” you breathed out.
she moved her hands to hold your face and lowered her mouth to hover just over yours. she allowed her lips to lightly ghost your own, not quite kissing you. a small whine involuntarily left your lips at her teasing and she chuckled lowly at you.
“someone’s needy.” she teased.
you closed your eyes to avoid her gaze and your own embarrassment. finally giving you what you needed, she kissed you hard. your mind immediately went hazy, only able to focus on the feeling of her mouth on yours. you felt slightly pathetic for the way your body went hot at the feeling of her tongue dipping inside your mouth. ellie let out a moan into your mouth and your whole body flushed at the sound.
she paused the kiss and you suddenly felt her weight shift off from your lap as she positioned herself laying on her side to face you. as quick as it left you, her mouth was back on yours and her new position allowed her hand to travel further down your stomach. she traced her long fingers over the skin of your lower hips and just above the waistband of your pyjama shorts. ellie wasn’t blind to how turned on you were, your stomach was rising and falling in short breaths and your skin hot to touch. she allowed an experimental finger to dip slightly under your waistband and stroked the skin there.
“this oka-“
“mhm,” you rushed out “please”
she smiled at your eagerness. she let her hand dip further into your shorts, reaching down at a painfully slow pace. in fact she thought she deserved a fucking medal for how patient she was being despite how much she’d wanted to rip your cute little pyjamas off and fuck you ever since you said ‘hi’ to her this morning.
her middle finger ever so slightly grazed your clit and you let out a shaky breath. she continued to lightly run her fingers around but purposefully avoiding where you needed her, making your brain fog up with lust.
“els stop teasing” you whined.
she looked up at you. your eyes were glossed over and eyebrows pulled into a pleading frown.
“can’t help it, doll. i like seeing you all desperate for me.”
your stomach flipped at her words. she finally dipped a finger into your folds, gathering your wetness. you burned with embarrassment at the sound.
“god baby, you’re soaked” she spoke breathlessly. “this all for me, yeah?”
you managed to let out a strangled “mmh”.
she dragged her finger up to your clit and started to rub small circles, sending electricity through your body. a moan escaped your throat and your back arched slightly at the pleasure.
ellie watched you closely, mentally storing each little sound she was bringing out of you, logging each time your chest would rise high and when your legs would slightly quiver. she’d been obsessed with you for a while now. but seeing you like this… ellie knew she was done for.
she moved her finger down to your hole and softly pressed into you, testing the waters. you let out a quiet whine and that was all the confirmation she needed, dipping her finger into you fully and curving it to that perfect angle that made your jaw go slack.
“fuck els” you whined as she sped up her movements.
“that feel good, hm?”
you nodded your head frantically and she brought her mouth to your jaw and slowly trailed down to your neck giving you the occasional tiny bite amongst open mouth kisses.
“you think you can take more for me, angel?”
“mhm” you let out in a whimper. she wasted no time in adding another finger, stretching you around her and making you mewl.
“you look so pretty like this. so perfect for me.”
her praise along with the way her fingers felt buried inside your cunt were quickly bringing you closer and closer to your peak. your head was fuzzy, completely consumed by ellie; her body pressed against your side, beautiful face so close to yours and her scent surrounding you, a hint of yesterdays cologne mixed with something warm and comforting and ellie.
“‘m close” you babbled out.
“yeah? you gonna come for me, baby? show me.”
the pleasure took ahold of your body and your stomach tightened as you tipped over the edge, pussy clenching around her fingers and loud moans spilling out into the warm room. ellie watched you, almost in awe at the way your body fell apart beautifully because of her.
you laid still, your breathing heavy as you started to come down from your high. she gently slipped her fingers out of you and casually brought them up to her mouth, looking into your heavy eyes as she sucked your juices clean from her digits, too turned on to be embarrassed by the small moan that escaped her throat as she did. her little display went straight to your cunt and you squeezed your thighs together subtly.
almost instantly one of her hands reached for your knee and gently parted your legs back open as she positioned herself between them.
“not finished with you yet.” she said with a playful smirk, and arousal was quickly prickling at your skin once again. your mind suddenly wandered to your conversation last night, slightly chuckling,
“weren’t we supposed to be going on a date before- oh!” she licked a stripe up the length of your pussy, interrupting your comment. she looked up at you,
“you want me to stop?"
“no!” you shook your head.
“didn’t think so” ellie mocked as she smiled at you “desperate little thing.”
you whined in response and she gripped your thighs to hold you open and dipped her head between them. you let out a gasp when she attached her mouth to your clit, flicking her tongue and making your body go limp. you snaked your hand down to run your fingers through her hair, desperate to hold onto any part of her you could. your arousal was making you impatient, apparent to both of you when you bucked your hips up slightly to grind against her hot mouth.
ellie chucked lowly, sending vibrations through you and elevating your pleasure. the hold she had on your thighs became tighter as she held your legs down in place and sucked your clit harshly.
“fuck ellie”
“y’taste so fucking good baby. knew you would.”
her finger found your entrance once again and she fucked into you, mouth continuing its blissful torture. ellie’s head was fuzzy, blissed out state meaning her filter was now non existent.
“used to think about this all the time,” she admitted breathlessly “felt guilty but i couldn’t help it, watching you walk around in your little skirts, pressing up against me when you hugged me -fuck -used to think about bending you over my desk and taking you there and then , knew you’d make such pretty sounds. i was right.”
you let out little cries of pleasure at her fingers making a mess of you and her dirty confession. before you could think of any type of response her mouth was back on your swollen clit and her movements now slightly more erratic and desperate, focused on pulling another orgasm from you.
the familiar knot in your stomach was tightening once again and your legs, still held down by ellie, starting to shake slightly as you fell into complete ecstasy, coming with her name on your lips.
you lay focused on catching your breath meanwhile ellie peppered little kisses over your thighs and lower tummy as you winded down and slowly let your legs fall back to the bed. she came back up to meet your face and kissed you so sweetly it almost made you want to cry.
ellie laid back down next to you and rubbed little circles on your stomach while you let your eyes close, blind to the fact that she was watching you the whole time in silent appreciation. minutes went by and you opened your eyes to look at her and giggled; realisation kicking in that only 24 hours ago you didn’t even think she liked you back, convinced she only saw you as her friend. air escaped ellie's nose as she let out a silent laugh; neither of you said anything but you were sure she was thinking the same thing as you. she pulled you into her and positioned your head in her neck.
“”m sleepy”
“well you gotta perk up, got a date to go on"
“you still wanna take me out even after you got what you wanted from me?” you raised your eyebrows jokingly.
“oh there’s lots more i want from you” she wiggled her eyebrows and she couldn’t help her mouth from turning up into a smile.
“like what?”
she knew you were joking around but she never passed up on an opportunity to flirt with you, even lightheartedly,
“things that would blow your pretty little mind”
you giggled, “jeez, take me out to dinner first”
“i’ve already eaten” she winked at you.
a laugh burst from your throat and you hit her side playfully.
“careful, you know how that ended last time”
you snuggled up into her body again and not long had past until you were both drifting off again, the warmth of each other and your synced heartbeats lulling you into peaceful sleep.
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GET HIM BACK! — luke castellan
content: enemies w benefits, mentions of sex, really short so part 2?????, unedited
a/n: based off of this post: )
You hated Luke.
Hate wasn’t even strong enough. Loathe. Despise. Detest. Regretted ever speaking with him in the first place.
He was too cocky, too stupid, too good at swordsmanship, too nice to the younger kids, too handsome… The list goes on.
Yet you often found yourself laid underneath his toned body with tangled limbs and hot breaths.
Even after almost being caught one to many times after leaving a black lace bra on the ground behind Aphrodites cabin, or the violet patches growing along your collarbone and neck, or the lipstick smudged on Luke’s face that was only known to be worn by one girl in camp. You.
But at least the two of you were fairly well at hiding the attraction you shared for each other. It was easy to hate him. And he played the part of the whipped yet cocky boy phenomenally.
It was just a part, you thought.
He was almost too good at excusing the Ares boy who offered to partner up with you during sparring, too good and giving him a tight smile, too good and not-so-subtly shoving shoulder with the boy, and always too good and making you feel like and idiot when you were pinned under his body, faces inches apart like you had been so many times before, only this time there was an audience.
“Get off me.” You seethed, squirming to no end. Luke’s hand were expertly pinned against your own. A stupid smile on his face. He was too pretty to also be nice.
He gave a small shrug. “I could,” A cocky look you knew all too well. “Or I could watch you squirm…” He whispered just quiet enough so the younger campers trying to learn from the two best counselors couldn’t hear. 
You kicked a leg up, trying your best to keep Luke’s strong gaze under your control. But the swordsman always seemed to be one step ahead of you, one hand reaching down and grabbing the inside of your lower thigh and holding it in place. “Cmon, don’t be like that.” his voice was still soft, the memory of the night before flooded your brain like a thunderstorm.
“I’m seriously, seriously, gonna kill you, Luke.” He laughed, which only caused you to bit the air just and inch from his nose. “Just wait until-“
“Until what? Until tonight?”
“Oh, Gods-“
“Campers!” Chirons powerful voice sounded through the training arena. a few of the younger kids jumped at the noise, other took a step closer to their older siblings. “Is there a problem here?” You took the moment where Luke broke eye contact as an opportunity to push him off of you, causing him to roll over before straightening himself out for Chiron.
“No, Sir, me and my friend here were just showing everyone some new moves.” He winced as you pinched the skin in his neck, not ignoring the way a greenish bruise was showing under his bright orange shirt. Your face suddenly got red, could everyone else see them too?
Luke’s hand flew back to grab your own, expertly disguising the move as an itchy neck. He held your hand in his own for a second, giving it a tight squeeze. You winced. He immediately let go.
“Well, in that case, I hope you’re actually teaching something.” Chiron answered with a narrow eye. The kids on the sidelines giggled to each other. You silently wished Luke hadn’t been so difficult and just let the Ares boy spar with you instead of causing a huge scene.
Luke, yet again, took her hand and dragged you forward. Side by side, you two looked like the golden couple of Camp Half-Blood. “Of course, always up to learning knew things, right?” he smiled at Chiron once, then you. Leaving only a wink to keep you company.
Later that day you found yourself in the mess hall, poking and prodding at the not so appealing food that sat on your tray. Your sibling sat herself beside you, telling her side of the incident at the area just hours before. “I saw the way Luke grabbed your hand, he’s so sly. Sly little fox… Cute, too. Definitely handsome…” she rambled, only stopping when she realized you were barely listening, focused on something, or rather someone else across the mess hall. “Oh… you dirty dog!” she exclaimed.
“What? What are you talking about?” You asked as you fixed your gaze back at your sister who was smiling the same was Luke did after proving you wrong.
She shoved your shoulder. “Be serious, you think he’s cute.”
Somehow, somehow, Luke found himself staring at you while Chris blabbered in next to him. Your eyes locked and you could practically feel your heart beat out of your chest. He raised an eyebrow, only smirking when he realized just exactly why you were looking at him. You could practically hear the sound of his cocky voice saying: “Ohh…” in your ear. While glaring at him, he took the opportunity to blow an endearing yet annoying kiss in your direction.
“Oh!” Your sister smacked your arm playfully. “Oh… I could definitely see this, I can see the vision…” She pondered as Luke laughed to himself after seeing you go red.
You were going to get him back.
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jaded -- chapter 3, carmy berzatto x reader
pairing + fandom: carmen “carmy” berzatto x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), the bear fx
warnings: smoking as usual. angsty!!! minors dni with this story please.
word count: 2k
a/n: sorry for the kinda late posting, was at the lake this weekend hehe. v angsty chapter but i hope u love it!!
summary: feelings get involved.
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When the morning light filters through your curtains that morning, it’s disappointing to see that he’s not there laying with you. Not an abnormal offence, sure, but it was beginning to hurt more and more when he would sneak off in the middle of the night. The closer you got with him, the more it hurt to wake up alone, knowing he didn’t want to spend the night with you afterwards.
When you finally did make it out of bed, you opened your bedroom door to a very not-empty kitchen. Carmy had his back turned, slightly hunched over the stove with a two pans on the burners, soft sizzling coming from his general direction. You were surprised to see him there, dipping a spoon in the sauce he was making before turning around and seeing you standing there. “Good morning. Did I wake you?”
This was certainly becoming something else entirely.
“No, not at all. Hi.” He looked a little disheveled and sleepy still, white t-shirt now pulled over his chest, slightly riding up in the front and exposing his lower stomach. You did make a mental note that he hadn’t worn his boxers to bed last night. “Hi,” he does a little skip out of the kitchen, coming towards you, leaning in for a warm kiss planted right on your lips. He tasted of butter and slightly of toothpaste. “I made you an omelette,” he goes back to his pan and grabs you a plate, but not before looking through a few cupboards to find where the plates actually are. He puts up a perfect orange-yellow French omelette, sprinkling a few fresh chives overtop. “What has gotten into you?” you laugh, taking the breakfast from him and cutting off a small piece. He looked a little flustered, watching you take the first bite. “Good?” He asked excitedly. “Delicious. Don’t dodge the question. Why are you being like this? What… happened?”
He seemed a little nervous, before leaning over the counter across from you and clasping his hands together. “I’m bad at this,” he starts, drawing his eyes down and attempting not to make eye contact with you. “I’m so bad at all of this shit, and, I feel fuckin’… I feel bad.” your heart sank a little, as you placed the fork on the side of your plate and listened. “Y’know, I was with Claire for a little while, as you, well, as you know it didn’t end well, so I’m kinda scared of all this shit.” You nodded along, not being able to avoid taking another small bite of the food in front of you. Shit, he really did know how to fuckin’ cook.
“But I like you. And I kept leaving in the middle of the night because I was scared you were gonna wake up and regret it, and regret me, and all this,” he’s so awkwardly sincere, it almost makes your stomach hurt. “But at the restaurant yesterday, and last night, I just felt…” he stops for a moment, trying so hard not to self-sabotage for once, “I felt like you just really wanted me here. And I haven’t felt like that maybe, maybe fuckin’, maybe ever.” the silence that was laid over the kitchen was loud as you let yourself stare at him a little. “Please say something,” he pleaded, his smirk curling up on the left corner of his mouth.
“Carmen, every second I get to be with you is fucking… awesome,” you start, getting up from your seat and letting your hands press against his chest. “I don’t know how to do this either. I just… I’m really happy you’re here too.”
“And, well, I just feel, just fucking stop me if I’m being insane-” you let your lips attach to his then, closing the gap between you two and forcing him to just be in the moment. “Shut up,” and it’s eager against his lips. “Don’t burn your hollandaise.” And when he pulls away to turn the heat off on the pans, he laughs at his own clumsiness.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah.”
—
The only problem now is that there is a secret looming over everyone at The Bear. It’s like the mood shifted when you walked into work on Monday morning, and not just because you had a little pep in your step, but it almost felt like everyone knew.
You’re sure they didn’t, there was no way to know, truly, but it felt like it. There wasn’t even really anything to know, because you hadn’t done a lot of talking about anything after that morning, and instead had chosen to spend the day tangled up in your sheets and trying new recipes in the kitchen. There was no label, no conversation, no anything, so there was really nothing to know.
But it felt like everyone knew.
So when Carmy waltzed in at noon and put his bag away in his locker, hanging up his wool jacket that now smelled of your vanilla perfume, it took every bone in your body not to act like he was your boyfriend. Or, whatever this was now.
But he breezed by you easily, barely even giving you a nod of acknowledgment, and you guess it kinda made sense. Workplace relationships were generally frowned upon by, well, everyone, and the mess that Carmy had gotten into with Claire certainly didn’t paint him as the nicest person to be involved with. He was always going a mile a minute at work anyways, back and forth from office to prep to expo, and you knew he wouldn’t be giving you any special treatment.
What you weren’t expecting was his completed ignorance of your presence, as if you weren’t even in the building. He didn’t want to make anything obvious, sure, but he was at the point where it was honestly kind of funny how much he had switched up.
“Is Carmy mad at you or something?” Sydney asked, pulling you out of your coconut macaroon trance. “I don’t think so, why?” She leaned against your station and watched as he fingered through paper in the office, making a few small notes into a notebook. He was oblivious to the fact that Sydney was staring daggers at him. “He just seems like, annoyed, I guess.” “Isn’t Carmy always annoyed?” she giggled a little at that. “Yeah. He is. I heard Claire was trying to get a hold of him, from Richie,” she whispered. “Like a few nights ago. I guess she wants to give it another chance and like, forgave him or whatever.” You felt your cheeks start to get hot. “Oh, yeah? She, uh, - she told him that?”
She looked at you, seemingly right through your eyes and into your soul. “Does that mean something to you if she did?” You suddenly felt very on the spot, not knowing what to say. “Look, you’re not the first person to have a little crush on your boss okay? But don’t… don’t do it with him. He’s got something going on with Claire that’s just… something else. That’s old family shit, you don’t wanna get involved with that. He’s never gonna get over her.”
“Thanks for the heads up, Syd,” and it all felt a little wrong because now your mouth was dry and your head was spinning a little, because deep down, maybe there was some truth to that. Maybe if Claire was gonna come running back and forgive Carmy, maybe you didn’t stand a chance.
So you made your macaroons, and iced your cakes, and tried not to think about it.
-
It’s the beginning of the end when he starts just coming over to your place after work, instead of asking.
It’s a routine now - you’d stay late together, watching every last one of them leave, before hopping into Carmy’s passenger side and letting his rough hands find the top of your thigh as he drove the familiar way back to your place. You’d share a bowl of chips and salsa, or sometimes a grilled cheese if you were feeling particularly fancy. On Sundays, if he hadn’t stayed the night before, you’d order takeout and watch each other’s favourite movies, no matter how many times you’d seen them before.
It was becoming harder to ignore the looming cloud of Claire. You knew you needed to ask, like, what the fuck was going on, because the problem with dating Carmy and no one knowing was that you were still in on all of the kitchen gossip. Richie was the perpetrator of it all, which made it mostly questionable, but it had some merit nonetheless.
“I heard she called him crying on the phone and was begging for him back, and he was all like, “Claire no, you’re drunk, you’ll regret calling me, or some shit,” Richie had started, and your interest was piqued. “I doubt that happened,” Sydney added, talking just loud enough for you to eavesdrop. “He’s just never gonna get over what an ass wipe he is, beat himself up about it forever, and never properly love again. I think.” And even though the small giggles that erupted from the group were low and gentle, it didn’t hurt any less that everyone seemed to collectively agree that Carmy had fucked her over so bad that he would probably be broken forever. Ergo, you were just a rebound. Nothing more.
When you’re being eerily silent on the couch one night, he seems to notice. “What’s up?” He’s so innocent when he asks, eyes still on the TV in front of him, a spoon stuck into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s in his lap. “What really happened with you and Claire, anyways? What’s the story?”
He looked a little jarred by the question, suddenly feeling like the room was too small and the breeze was too cold and it all felt a little weird.
“What do you wanna know? Like, from the beginning?”
“Yeah. Whatever you wanna tell me. However deep this goes.”
He can tell you’ve already overthought this to shit, and this was something he would have to navigate fairly carefully, lest there be a landmine.
“Uh, well, um, she was - like a family friend, while we are growin’ up, y’know. And I had a big crush on her then and I, um, well I didn’t see her for a long time and then she was just, like, in the grocery store that day, when I was buying veal stock?”
You nodded along attentively, watching as he slid his palms down his clothed thighs nervously.
“And uh, we started talking after that, rekindling old shit and just reminiscing, y’know? And it felt really nice. I hadn’t really had like, a real girlfriend before that, like a few hookups in New York and whatever but not like a partner,” he let his tongue dart in between his lips, a pause. “I guess I’m kinda outing myself as a loser, first real girlfriend at this age, but, I trusted her a lot and it felt kinda right.”
You don’t know if you were prepared for this conversation, but it was too late to take back the question.
“So we went out for a bit, and I really liked her, I guess I loved her, I don’t know. But when I was locked in the fridge on opening night and shit was going wrong I just, went on this tirade about how much I regretted being with her and spending so much time and energy on her when I should’ve been dealing with my fuckin’ restaurant. And shit was falling apart and I was so upset about it all, and I just broke.” The silence was palpable.
“And she called me a few nights ago and she was drunk and yelling at me, and I never intended to be such a fucking asshole but I was. And then I kinda heard through the grapevine that she wanted to talk to me again, and explain, but I just felt… like I can’t fix it. So what’s the point, ya know? And- and she told me that she wanted to fix it, and she would forgive me, and stuff, but it’ll never be the same.”
“Would you fix it with her if you could? If it could go back to the way it was?”
There’s silence, again. And this time, there’s an answer hidden under it, one that is better left unsaid. Suddenly there’s an awkwardness, and Carmy’s looking at you with his usually warm blue eyes, but they look icy tonight. You know he feels bad, but not bad enough to be over her completely, and the blanket of sadness that is laid over the room suddenly feels rather overwhelming.
The words hang on the tip of his tongue, as you grab the dishes in front of you and step over him to go to the kitchen, putting them in the sink to soak. You let the hot water run over the porcelain, letting a few small tears fall from the sides of your eyes, into the murky water below. The long sleeve you’re wearing gets pulled up over your hands to wipe the tears away, taking a few shallow breaths to hopefully stop them from staining your cheeks.
He’s beside you in the kitchen now, an apologetic look on his face, watching as you turn to face him. “Maybe you should just go home tonight,” you finally say. “I could use a night to myself.” “Don’t, I didn’t mean-“ “It’s okay, Carmen, really. I’d just rather be alone.” He looks down at his socked feet on your kitchen floor, nodded silently before grabbing his keys and his coat, slipping on his shoes, and walking out.
You watch him from the front window, arms crossed over your chest. He lets a fist hit the roof of his car, and you can hear his “Fuck!” Ring out into the night sky. The orange tip of his cigarette creates a faint glow by his face as he gets in. The tears well up in your eyes as he drives off, leaving you alone in your apartment, before you turn away and let yourself collapse into bed.
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There's no one else I'd rather kidnap
Part 2 of The Devil Likes the Pirate Series
Tara Carpenter x Reader
Word Count: 4k
Summary: At the diner, Tara catches you up on what happened at the party. A surprise guest cuts things short.
A/N: I can't believe how well the first part of this did! It makes me so happy to know that people actually like these silly little fics of mine. I was debating on posting this tomorrow instead, but it's more fun to do it now, so here you go!
After an undefined amount of time spent enduring what you’d classify as one of the highest forms of torture (Tara’s relentless teasing), you finally felt as though you could stand without immediately collapsing. You rose slowly and gathered your belongings before turning to face the impish girl, “I feel disgusting. I’m gonna head back to my dorm, shower and change, and then we can go.”
As you turn to leave, she calls out in a tone that you can’t quite identify. Distressed maybe? “Wait!”
You whipped around to face her and immediately regretted the rushed movement as the pounding from earlier returned to your head. You clutched your head and swore under your breath. “Yes?”
She looked hesitant and unsure, but you were in too much pain to even attempt to question her odd behavior. She bit her lip in contemplation before she spoke, “I should come with you to your room.”
Your face scrunched up in confusion and you scanned her face puzzledly. It was a bit of a weird thing for her to say and you might’ve even ventured out to ask why, but the hints of anxiety and unease in her expression made you bite your tongue. Seeing no reason for why she couldn’t come with you to your room, you nodded, “Yeah sure.” You thought for another second before groaning aloud, “God I hope my roommate isn’t there. She sucks.”
Tara was visibly relieved that you didn’t turn down or question her abnormal request. She sprung up from the bed, retrieved a tote bag out of the closet, and scrambled around the room to collect a few articles of clothing and her phone. Once she was done scurrying around, she turned towards you and gestured in the direction of the door. “Lead the way.”
You hummed as you opened the door and recognized the building you were in as the one just next to where you resided. The two of you made the short trip over to your building and quickly appeared in front of your door. You knocked twice and let out a quiet cheer when no response came from inside the room. You unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The room you had been placed in was slightly bigger than most of the other freshmen dorms, something that had you very excited when you read about it on the admissions website. Even better than that, you were one of the lucky few to have a small bathroom attached to your room. You loved your room because it made you feel like you had won the lottery. Well, you did get the short end of the stick on the roommate side of the equation, but that’s besides the point.
You and Tara stepped into the room and you closed the door and turned the lock shut once you were both safely inside. Her weird mood from earlier reappeared for a second at the click of the lock, but it disappeared swiftly as she swept her gaze across the room. Her mischievous grin returned and she quirked a brow, her eyes twinkling. “Which side is yours?”
You held your breath as you pointed to your side of the room. You hoped she didn’t find anything too embarrassing to tease you about, but secretly, you were more worried about if she’d like your decorations. You didn’t have anything out of the ordinary, the decor mostly consisting of posters displaying musical artists you liked, a few pieces of pottery you had painted, a small collection of books, and the stuffed teddy bear you had smartly named Mr. Hugs.
She turned towards you once she finished her investigation. She gave you a thumbs up, signaling that your living space had passed the unspoken test of what she thought of your interests. “You have good taste. Well done.”
You smiled at the praise and internally jumped for joy at her approval of your room. “Pleased to hear it, Inspector Tara.”
She broke into a fit of laughter at your goofiness. “My god you’re such a dork. Had I known you were a nerd I would’ve chosen someone else to kidnap last night.” Despite your want to be (fake) offended, you couldn’t hold back a grin at the mention of what the two of you were referring to your odd predicament as.
Your face twists into a smirk as you lightly slap her shoulder and scoff, “Oh please I’m way better than anyone else you could’ve picked.”
She pretends to think for a second, “Hm nope, definitely not.”
You roll your eyes playfully at her response. “Whatever loser, you’re the one stuck with me now.” She pokes her tongue out at you and you flip her off in return.
“Welp,” you clap, “I’m gonna shower and get ready, feel free to make yourself comfortable wherever you like.”
You smile at her and pad over to the bathroom. Once you’re in the solitude of the shower, you grin like an idiot. Tara’s easily the prettiest girl you’ve ever talked to and while you still don’t remember the events of last night, you are grateful for whatever you’d done to end up in her company. Like a lovesick puppy, you think of her throughout the entirety of your shower.
You finish up quickly and dress yourself into the clothes you had picked out for yourself. You went through your post-shower routine relatively quickly and paused before you exited the bathroom. You could just barely make out Tara’s soft voice speaking hurriedly. You slowly opened the bathroom door, making sure she noticed that you were about to leave the bathroom before reentering the room.
The sight of her half laying half sitting on your bed made a spark of joy shoot up your spine. The two of you exchanged small smiles as she exchanged her goodbyes to whoever she had been conversing with on the phone. You grabbed your shoes and perched on the edge of your bed as you pulled them on.
You nearly jumped out of your skin as her hand reached out and lightly stroked through your hair. You turned crimson at her action and she bit her lip in delight at the sight of your darkened cheeks. She removed her hand and at your questioning look, sat up fully on the bed. “What?” she asked nonchalantly. “Your hair looks really soft when it’s wet.”
You tried your best not to gape at her. Nervously laughing, you cleared your throat before speaking, “Oh, thanks.” You look up at her to find that she’s already eyeing you with a gentle gaze. Your heart thuds so loud as you maintain eye contact that you swear she can hear it. Deciding to break the silence you clear your throat again, “Well, uh, feel free to use the bathroom to change or get ready, if there’s anything along those lines that you want to do before we go.”
She shoots you a double thumbs up (you have half a mind to laugh at her strange affinity to keep reusing the gesture) and you watch as she strides into the bathroom with her tote bag firmly in hand.
She gets ready swiftly and without a hitch, the two of you begin the short walk towards the small diner located just off campus that she tells you she frequents.
When her hand reaches out to interlace her fingers with yours, you definitely don’t blush at how perfect it feels to hold hands with her.
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The start of your meal follows the same pattern that the earlier hours of the day held. The two of you pass jabs back and forth and she grins in delight whenever she catches the red hue that rises up in your cheeks. It’s not until your food arrives that the reason behind the two of you coming to the diner is brought up.
Tara’s expression hardens as you finally ask her to relay the events of last night to you. She sighs deeply and chews into her lip nervously.
In an attempt to comfort her, you place your hand on top of hers. “Tara,” you speak gently even though you’re unsure of why she looks so nervous, “It’s okay, I won’t be mad or weird about whatever happened. You helped me, hell you even let me stay in your room for the night. You can tell me.”
She sucks in a breath and turns your joined hands over to wordlessly play with your fingers. It seems to calm her down as she opens her mouth to inform you of what happened. “Okay. Well I have no idea how you got there, so I can’t help you remember that part.” You nod in understanding.
She continues, “I was watching my friends dance and teasing them for how horrible they are at it.” She laughs softly to herself at the memory. “Anika caught you watching us and she said she thought you were looking at me. It was hard to tell because you were so far away and tucked into a corner of the room.”
You blush for the millionth time, of course your drunk self had been way too obvious about checking Tara out. “Anika waved you towards us and when I thought you were finally gonna make your way over, some douchey frat guy wearing an angel costume wrapped his arm around you. My friends and I were kind of shocked at the sight, especially Mindy because she swore you were giving her “vibes”.”
She wiggles her eyebrows at the mention of your “vibes” and you look away, laughing to yourself at the thought of one of her friends catching onto your sexuality. “Anyways, it seemed like you and the guy were together. I thought it was a little off considering you had just been blushing at having been caught watching us, but the two of you were matching so we just assumed we had the wrong idea earlier.”
You nod, “That makes sense. So what happened next?”
She suddenly looks hesitant again and you curl your fingers even tighter around hers and give them a reassuring squeeze. You furrow your brow. Despite offering your reassurance to Tara, you were starting to get a little nervous yourself. She begins again, slowly, “He pulled you somewhere, I couldn’t see where. We went back to dancing but I couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong, so I kept glancing around to see if I could spot you again. When I did, you were standing with him and a whole group of guys. They were laughing so loudly about something, but the guy wearing the angel costume was leering down at you so creepily. You didn’t notice, I think you were looking around the room.”
Your chest feels tight and you hope that you are wrong about what you think might’ve happened next.
“I saw that you were drinking out of a cup and that’s when I got really worried. You couldn’t stand still, you looked like you were about to topple over any second. You looked really really drunk, Y/N, and compared to how you had looked when we caught you watching us earlier, you were about a hundred times worse.”
Tears brimmed your eyes at what you were being told. Tara notices and joins her empty hand with your own. Her hold on you is so gentle yet so firm and it feels as though she’s your only anchor in what is quickly becoming a terrible storm. You mumble for her to tell you the rest, and she does, paying close attention to your face.
She speaks so softly, like one word spoken too loudly will cause you to crumble. “I don’t know if he put something in your drink or if it was just made way too strong. But when I realized what was likely going on, I told Anika and Mindy and they agreed that we needed to get you away from him. We tried waving to get your attention but you didn’t catch on to it. The guy started dragging you towards the stairs and we were all so scared. My friend Chad was with us and when we told him what was going on he stormed over to cut the boy off.”
You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore and they started flowing freely down your face. You could feel your lip trembling and Tara got up to slide into your side of the booth, pulling you into a hug. She whispered tiny words of comfort into your hair while she waited for your tears to slow. Once they did, she pulled back slightly to wrap up the night’s events, “While Chad and the boy shoved each other, I pulled you away. We tried to ask you if you knew the guy or if you had any friends at the party, but you were so out of it that I don’t even know if you knew what we were asking. The only piece of information we got out of you was your name. We left the party and took you outside and that’s when we decided that one of us would just have to take you in for the night. I volunteered to stay with you because after everything that I saw, I needed to make sure you were okay.”
You hug her tighter, silently expressing all that you were feeling.
“On the walk back, it was like the last sober part of you drifted away completely. That’s when you started openly flirting with me and let me tell you, you said some pretty interesting stuff.”
You let out a watery laugh at your own drunken expense. Tara laughs with you and her hands delicately reach up to smooth your tears away. You gaze at her and you don’t care if your eyes give away your every emotion, because in this moment you are so entirely grateful for the girl sitting in front of you.
After a long while, you turn your head and slowly press a shaky kiss to the hand lightly stroking your cheek. She makes no move to stop running her hand along your face. You enjoy her touch too much to ever even consider asking her to put a pause to it.
Taking a deep breath, you prepare a response to all that she’s told you. “Tara, I can’t even begin to tell you how thankful I am that you were there. That you noticed what was going on. I mean without you I could’ve been… I-” You exhale steadily and continue, “You literally saved me from experiencing one of the worst things and you didn’t even know me. I feel so stupid that I wasn’t looking out for myself, but for some reason, you were. And I’ll never be able to repay you for that or even tell you how much it means to me.”
Unshed tears sit in both of your eyes and Tara scoots impossibly closer to you. “You don’t need to thank me. I’d do it all over a thousand different times just to be sure I wouldn’t have to see you get hurt.”
Something about how she says the words makes you think they might mean something a bit more to her, but you don’t comment on that. Instead, you’re more focused on how her eyes are darting from your eyes to your lips. “You’re the only thing that I remember from that party Tara. And I can’t help but think it’s for a reason.”
You lean so closely into her that you’re able to count every freckle that’s splashed across her face. Your nose bumps gently into hers and you wait with bated breath to see if she’ll close the gap between your lips. Just as she’s about to, her phone buzzes incessantly, signaling the inflow of a large amount of notifications.
You go to pull back, thinking you’d either gotten the wrong idea or that the moment had been broken, but she stops you from moving away with a hand nestled softly into the hair at the nape of your neck. She inches closer to you and when your lips finally do meet, it feels as though the storm of emotions that this girl brings out in you has churned to an all time high.
Your lips crash into each other repeatedly and you don’t even think Moses could pull you away from the addictive taste of Tara’s lips. Her phone continuously buzzing from its spot in her tote bag goes completely ignored by the two of you.
Annoyingly enough, you do need oxygen eventually. You gently push away from Tara but make sure to press your lips together once more before fully exiting her space.
Tara looks uncharacteristically shy, wearing a soft smile that accentuates her endearing dimples. Her nose wrinkles cutely as you softly bop her on the nose.
Her expression shifts slightly and it seems as though she’s deep in thought. You wait patiently for her to bring up whatever is on her mind. Just as she goes to speak, the diner’s doorbell rings and out of the corner of your eye, you can see someone speeding towards your booth.
You and Tara whip your heads in the direction of the heavy stomps. You are met with the sight of someone who looks strikingly similar to Tara.
The woman slams her hands down on the table, making the silverware fly up into the air at the force. You flinch and Tara groans, her face twisting up in frustration.
“What the fuck Tara!” The woman is so clearly pissed off. You can see how her whole body trembles with her anger.
Tara sighs deeply, “Sam look-”
The woman cuts her off, “No Tara, seriously what the fuck do you think you’re doing? I went to check on you last night and found Mindy and Anika in your bed. You weren’t anywhere to be found and I texted you and called you so many different times throughout the night and you didn’t answer once! I couldn’t sleep at all, I was worried sick thinking something had happened to you!”
The woman, Sam you think Tara had called her, is breathing raggedly and there’s a noticeable streak of panic in her eyes. “And then when I finally catch wind of you, it’s from overhearing you tell Mindy you were going out to a diner. I searched every diner in the city to find you Tara and you what, try to offer me a simple explanation?”
Tara’s level of frustration has raised exponentially throughout Sam’s rant. She’s practically vibrating in her seat and your eyes widen at the situation you’re caught in the middle of. Her teeth grind together and a wild look that rivals Sam’s appears in her eyes. “God Sam if you would ever let me speak and would stop being so goddamn overbearing all the time, maybe I could actually speak to you and have a normal conversation about things for once! I don’t owe you any explanation at all for what I choose to do Sam, this is my life! You can’t control me every second of every day!”
Sam gets impossibly angrier. “Are you serious? You know why I care so much about where you are so don’t even go there! And I don’t want to control you! I’m only trying to protect you!”
Sam turns to look at you and you avert your eyes so fast it’s possible you could’ve gotten whiplash. She laughs in disbelief. “While I’m worried sick about you all night fucking long you’re doing what, having a hookup? Seriously Tara, that’s what you’re choosing to do after everything?”
Your eyes flash with hurt and you recoil as if you’d been slapped. You feel so small under Sam’s scrutinizing gaze.
Tara stands up from the booth and shoves Sam upon hearing her words. “God shut up Sam! You have no idea what you’re talking about.” She glances apologetically at you over her shoulder for a second before she spins back around to face Sam, a whole separate wave of fury taking over her small form.
You can only gulp and try to press yourself into the cushions of the booth.
Sam laughs again, this time flinging her arms up into the air. “Oh really? Because I sure as hell think I do! Let me guess, after knowing that girl for one day, you’re already so damn smitten that you’re willing to look past any the signs that might point to her being an absolute lunatic, just like you did with-”
Tara’s face hardens and her jaw clenches so hard it might shatter. “Don’t!” She practically barks the word out as her finger presses into Sam’s chest.
Sam doesn’t heed the warning, too far gone into whatever rage she has slipped into. “Amber, Tara!” She shouts the words into her sister’s face. “Just like you did with Amber!”
You don’t expect what comes next, and it seems Sam didn’t either. Tara’s hand flies up out of nowhere and lands an open palm smack right onto Sam’s cheek.
Sam gasps and a few tears of shock roll down her face, not even beginning to sooth the burn that spreads across her pulsing face. She goes to say something, her words finally catching up to her but Tara viciously cuts her off. “Get the fuck out Sam,” she spits out the words. “Go outside and wait for me to come out.”
Sam complies, though she stubbornly attempts to apologize again, “I’m so-”
“Get out Sam! Now!” Sam finally trudges out of the diner, hand clutched against where she’d been slapped.
Tara takes a few minutes to calm herself down. You brace yourself, unsure of what was going to come next.
She’s facing you again now and you do the only thing you can think of. Your arms open and you let out a small oomph when Tara’s body slams itself into your embrace. She buries her face into your shoulder for a long moment and in a reversal of the events of this morning, you’re now the one soothingly rubbing her back.
She cries into you and your heart breaks at the way the sobs wrack through her whole body. Once she has stopped crying, you allow her to pull away.
She looks so exhausted from her fight with Sam. “I don’t even know what to say. I’m sorry you had to see that.”
You shush her, “Don’t be sorry baby.”
Her eyes brighten a tad bit at the pet name. “Sam is my incredibly protective older sister,” she explains and you nod, “There’s a whole lot more to that story than I can even begin to say right now.”
You rush to speak, “You don’t owe me an explanation about anything. You can do that some other time.”
She smiles in appreciation but frowns shortly after. “Look, I have to go. I’m gonna go home with Sam, avoid her for a day or two to make her feel guilty, and then I’ll maybe consider talking to her.” She pushes her phone into your hands, opening up the contact app. “Put your number in, I’ll text you tonight and then when things have finally calmed down, I’ll fill you in.”
You punch your number into her phone and give her one last big hug. She sighs happily and you feel a little bit of the stress come off her shoulders. She pulls back and even though you know she really does have to go, you lean up and tenderly kiss the corner of her mouth.
Tara hums in contentment, bops you gently on the nose, and exits the diner.
Tag: @cartierdreamx
Bonus A/N: Fingers crossed it makes sense with the last fic in mind.
#tara carpenter x y/n#tara carpenter x you#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x reader#scream fanfic#scream vi#lonelym00n fic
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mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe
in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend
the eren fic is coming! i just went ahead a posted this bc it was highly recommended + it was already written.. enjoy! <3
“Leavin so soon?” Layla and I turned around to see Armin standing with Connie. There were still lots of people around so I was surprised paparazzi wasn’t bombarding him or anything. But they probably weren’t allowed in. Layla looked at me and I looked at her.
“I’ll take Celest to the car, c’mon CeeCee!” Layla reached out her hands and Celest went into them, allowing her to pick her up and sit her on her hip.
Connie’s eyes watched as Layla tried to find a way out, leaving me with Armin and Connie.
“You look good, by the way,” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.
“Thank you…” I looked down.
“Hey~ Connie.” Some girls with his jersey on wales past and waved at him. he sent them a wink in return and redirected his attention to me. Armin looked like he was in an awkward place and I felt like I was too.
“I’m gonna… go to the car,” He began to walk out. “Don’t take too long.” He smirked as he whispered in my ear before leaving.
After Armin had left, Connie and I sat down in the stands and just started talking. It was as if we’d been talking all along and didn’t just ghost each other for 2 years. It felt natural. But all I could think about was my baby. Everytime he laughed or even looked at me with those honey hazel eyes, I thought about Celest.
“So that baby… she yours?”
“She is.” I smiled as I thought about her. He looked down, laughing to himself.
“You been busy, huh?”
“A one time thing… we all make stupid decisions. Not all of them we regret.” I partially lied.
He shook his head. “Didn’t say you had to. Just unexpected, that’s all.”
I furrrowed my eyebrows. “Why?”
“Because when we were in school, you were like, you’ve always wanted to do something with yourself and you had things planned out. You told me that you didn’t even want kids until you were 30 because you wanted to make sure all your school was finished.”
“Well things change, life happens.” I stood up, getting a bit offended by what he was saying. It’s like I disappointed him or something.
He stood up and followed me down the stands and outside the arena.
“Tryna run out on me again?”
“Nope, just trying to go home.”
“Well,” He stopped. “At least let me get your number or something. So we can keep in contact.” I looked at him for a few seconds before exchanging phone numbers with him.
“Thank you, Chy. And thanks for coming to my game too, really meant a lot to see you there.”
“You recognized me?”
“I recognize that pretty face anywhere.” Connie smiled. He was probably trying to flatter me to make up for what he said earlier but for some reason I felt like his smile made his comment genuine.
I scoffed. “Don’t do that.”
“I mean it. I’ve always meant it.” I playfully rolled my eyes before crossing my arms and looking down at my feet.
“If you say so…”
He laughed. “I do. Lemme walk you to your car?”
After we left the arena, everyone was pretty much beat so Armin went home and Layla said she would sleep over once we got Celest to bed. And of course we discussed the events of the day.
“Sooo how you feelin?”
“Bout?”
“Seeing him again.” I got quiet. I didn’t know how to feel. I wanted to feel excited because I’ve only imagined what it’d be like to see him again after the 2 years, but I was also nervous out of my mind because I had to tell him about Celest. And now that he’s borderline back into my life, that had to come real soon.
“I enjoyed it. Got to talk to him and stuff.”
“Did he ask you about Celest?”
I nodded slowly. “He did but..”
“You told him??” Layla yelled.
“If you wake up my child—“
“Sorry, sorry.” She whispered. “But did you tell him?”
“No, Layla. I didn’t tell him.”
“When are you going to?” I shrugged.
“I don’t know..” I rubbed random shapes into the surface of the blue velvet couch. I wanted to tell him but I was scared. Scared he’d hate me and he really doesn’t wanna see me again. And scared that he abandons Celest. That would crush my soul and just thinking about it makes me so anxious, like nauseatingly anxious.
“Well, yall can talk for real now. You got his number right?” I nodded.
“Try to build everything back up and then it’ll be easier to know when. The time will be right.” That made sense but Layla was saying this as if he wasn’t a big time athlete with big time money and big time things to do, with not one of those things involve wasting time with me.
“He not gonna have time for that, Layla. He makes money playin ball, not talking to girls that hide babies from him for 2 years.”
“Well that’s your fault. Fix it.” She shrugged.
I groaned. “It’s not gonna be that easy.” Layla began to make her way to the guest bedroom.
“We’ll make it easy, friend.”
#aot#aot x reader#black reader#aot x black reader#connie springer#aot connie#aot x oc#basketball au#nba player!connie#connie springer x black oc
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Let The Light In | Joel Miller x reader
Description: You’ve been babysitting Joel Miller’s daughter all summer. No matter now much you try to deny it, you know you’re into him. But it’s just a little crush that you thought could never be reciprocated, until one fateful phone call. The shift between you two is irresistible, and you’re in for more than you ever anticipated.
A/N: I love the babysitter trope lol, also pre outbreak Joel makes me feral. Basically, I couldn't resist writing and posting this, it's lived in the notes app for long enough.
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Chapter 2
Chapter 1
You listened to the rings intently, praying that Joel would pick up the phone but dreading the moment he does.
The fresh night breeze swept over you the moment you swung open the door, exiting the frat house. You didn’t know when it had started raining, but you didn’t care, it was still better than the suffocating atmosphere inside.
Joel answered on the fourth ring, “Hey, is something wrong?” The worry in his voice was apparent, and you couldn’t help but feel a little pathetic for having to ask this.
“I’m so sorry to bother you Joel, I know it’s late but… do you think you could pick me up?”
Before you could even explain yourself, he responded, “Of course I can, where are you?”
You told him the address, watching people stumble out of the door. You wrapped an arm around yourself, as if that could shield you from the downpour.
“Alright darlin’, I’ll be right there, stay put.”
“Okay, please hurry, I’m hoping to leave without anyone noticing-“
Bursting out the door was the guy you came here with, his whole demeanor looking irritated and volatile. He caught your gaze and walked over to you, feigning a more cool attitude.
“Hey, that’s where you went! Come on, the party’s inside,” he tried tugging you along, but you took a step back.
“I’ll be right in, I’m talking to one of my friends,” you attempted a smile, desperate to not provoke his anger.
He raised an eyebrow, “Your friend a chick?”
In a split second you decided that maybe you shouldn’t give any indication that you’re actually asking a grown ass man to come get you. The only response you could manage: “Yeah.”
“Cool, tell her to pull up,” he started walking back towards the door, “and hurry up, I got a drink waiting for you babe.”
Only after he closed the door did you go back to your phone conversation. “Sorry about that.”
“Who was that?” Joel’s voice turned low and serious.
“The guy I came here with,” you sighed, embarrassed.
“Why’re you hanging around assholes like that?”
“I don’t know, I have a class with him and he randomly started talking to me and he didn’t seem so douchey at first. But I should’ve known he’d be the same as every other frat boy,” you rambled, excluding how he’d been trying to get you to drink since the minute you two showed up.
Joel’s tone softened a bit, “Don’t beat yourself up darlin’. Nothin’ wrong with trying to see the good in others, but that doesn’t mean you should overlook the negatives, either. I’m almost there, alright?”
He’d have to be going at least 20 over the speed limit to be almost here. You were about to insist that he slow down, be careful, if you’re gonna get me I need you to actually make it here. But the rain stopped you from protesting as the chill seeped into your bones. About an hour ago it was such a warm night, you decided to forgo a jacket. Heavily regretted that now as your clothes and hair quickly got soaked.
A few anxious and cold minutes later, a pair of headlights finally approached. You cut through the lawn to meet him as the black pick up truck rolled up next to the crowded driveway.
“Hey darlin’,” he greeted you as you climbed in. God, you poor thing, you looked like a wet puppy, it made him want to wrap you in a warm blanket and scoop you up.
“Hi Joel. Thank you so much for getting me, I know it’s late.”
“It’s no inconvenience to me, I was still awake anyway,” he glanced over at you, adding, “And I’m glad you know that I got you whenever you need me.”
You nodded, suppressing a smile. Once your seatbelt was on, he drove away, and a sense of relief washed over you.
You’d been babysitting Joel’s daughter Sarah all summer, and in that time you and Joel had really grown fond of each other. Not that either of you showed it much. He was your employer, and at least 10 years older than you anyway. At best, you figured he thought of you as family. Still, you didn’t want to push it, since it would be all too easy for the lines to get blurry, and you both knew that. But he clearly cared deeply for you, and would often remind you to call if you need anything, anytime. And tonight was the occasion. You’d only convinced yourself to dial Joel’s number by telling yourself that there wasn’t really anyone else you could call. You were still new to Austin, and hadn’t made any solid friends yet this early in the semester. Sarah was pretty much your best friend now, and Joel…
It was a conscious effort to keep him at arms length.
He broke the silence, “So, I didn’t really think frat parties were your thing.”
“They’re not. I was barely there for an hour and already looking for a way to leave,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know what I was thinking. At least I knew not to drink anything.”
“Very smart. Good job looking out for yourself there.” You noticed the way his calloused hands gripped the wheel. “That guy, does he know where you live?”
“Yeah,” you swallowed, thinking of the same worst case scenarios.
He paused for a minute, hoping this wouldn’t come out the wrong way, “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I don’t want you staying at your place alone tonight. You can stay at mine, I’ll set up the pull out couch.”
The truck came to a stop at an otherwise deserted intersection. A left would lead to his place, continuing straight would take you to yours.
He turned to you, “What do you think?”
The suggestion caught you off guard. The thought of sleeping at his place filled you with a sort of nervous excitement, like you were about to do something you shouldn’t. It definitely felt like you’d be overstepping a very delicate boundary. But he offered, so it would be no harm, right?
“I just want to make sure you’re safe,” he added, voice earnest.
The light turned green. He waited for your response.
“Sounds good,” you nodded.
The truck took a left turn, and you two were silent for the rest of the ride.
At his house, you stood in the living room, feeling strangely out of place. You had been here so many times to look after Sarah, but being here without that purpose made you feel like an awkward guest.
Placing his keys on the coffee table, Joel said without looking at you, “Alright, you go take a shower, warm up. Take as long as you need.”
The statement made you red in the face, but you weren’t about to refuse. You’d had a shitty night, you needed this.
In the bathroom, you winced at yourself in the mirror. You were a bit of a mess, and became newly embarrassed that Joel had to see you so disheveled. Your hair was soaked from the rain, and you knew that would make it dry all frizzy. Couldn’t hurt to wash it, even though that would take some extra time… Joel did just tell you to take as much time as you need. But you already felt a little opportunistic for agreeing to stay the night at his house, you didn’t want to take advantage of his hospitality by hiking up his bills. You sighed at your reflection. Your clothes were dark with rainwater, and peeling them off made you shiver. Take as long as you need echoed in your mind. The way his voice had turned so gentle made you shiver too.
You turned the knob until the water was nice and steamy. Sweet relief. Felt like a warm hug. Don’t think about Joel hugging you. You took a look at the shampoo options. A bright pink bottle with a unicorn on it, obviously Sarah’s. Smelled like an artificial fruit salad. The bottle next to it was dark green, the label declaring cypress and mint. You went with that one, trying to ignore the fact that it’s Joel’s shampoo. Something about that felt a little too intimate.
Then came two gentle knocks at the door, followed by his voice, “I set out some dry clothes for you in my room. I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
You sighed contently. You scrubbed your hair clean, soap and worries washing down the drain.
His room was right next to the bathroom, and out of sight from the kitchen. Wrapped in a towel, you scampered over to the bedroom.
There you saw some folded clothes set on the corner of the bed. Somehow it didn’t occur to you before that it would be his clothes. You slipped on the sweatpants, the extra fabric bunching around your ankles. The sleeves of the hoodie covered your hands entirely. Not allowing yourself to indulge your fantasies, instead you were a little mortified about this whole situation. You almost didn’t want to step out there and face him. But you had to, thinking it would be weird if you stayed in his room any longer.
As if to avoid creating a disturbance, you treaded lightly down the hall and rounded the corner into the kitchen. He was sitting at the small dining table, and quickly lifted his eyes.
He could hardly believe the sight before him. His clothes hanging loosely off your shoulders and hips. Hair still damp, framing your face. Straight out of his daydreams. Every time you came to look after Sarah, he secretly loved your little outfits and hairstyles, but you’ve never looked this good.
“Can I throw these in the dryer?” you asked, holding the bundle of your wet clothes.
His voice caught in his throat for a moment, “Of course-“
You already turned to do it yourself before he could offer. In the minute you were away, he noticed his heart beating faster than it should, and scolded himself.
Returning to the table, you eyed a plate of food that you hadn’t noticed before. “What’s all this?” you asked.
“Uh, sorry, it’s just leftovers, but I figured you might want something warm.”
You looked at him tenderly, voice soft, “Oh, Joel. Thank you.”
“Of course.”
Taking a seat, you noticed that he sure was of course-ing all over the place tonight. You stared down at the reheated chicken and rice, wondering if he was uncomfortable.
From the corner of your eye, you saw the way he leaned in before asking, “You alright?”
You smiled a little, “Yeah, I just feel kinda bad for making you take me in.”
“You’re not makin’ me do anything.”
You lifted your eyes to meet his. God his eyes were gorgeous, just his stare was enough to charm you.
“Any plans for the rest of the weekend?” he asked.
You shook your head.
“Well if you’re not busy studying, I’m sure Sarah would would love to have you around. I’ll be here too, but I’ll still pay you.”
“You paying me just to hang around now?” you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning.
He chuckled, shaking his head. You finished your plate while you two talked about Sarah, her new friends, her plight with fractions. This felt more familiar, more comfortable.
He frowned, “Lately when I’ve been dropping her off at school, some boy is always there waitin’ to say hi.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that Joel. They’re like 12.”
“I know, it just gets me thinking about what it’ll be like when she’s in high school.”
“Cross that bridge when you get there.”
He sighed. “I just wish I knew what to expect.”
In that moment, you realized that this might be his roundabout way of opening up to you. You could only imagine how difficult it must be to navigate single fatherhood, especially having a daughter.
He cleared his throat. “I know this is none of my business, and you’re right, I don’t need to be worrying about it yet, but… do you have any boy advice for me?”
You laughed, maybe a little too loud, “You’re asking the wrong person, Joel. I’m not super experienced in that field.”
A playful glint appeared in his eyes that you’d never seen before. “What? Come on now, you’re too pretty to not have at least 10 boyfriends.”
You caught that, but shook your head.
“You tellin’ me you weren’t prom queen?”
“I was too dorky for that,” you waved him off.
“Well,” he leaned back in his chair, and your eyes skimmed over his broad shoulders, “here’s my boy advice for you.”
“I’m listening,” you grinned.
“Don’t hang around boys.”
“Gotcha,” you nodded, “so you’re saying I should go after men.”
He caught that, but dodged the implication. “Well, I’m sayin’ most of these college guys are still boys in here,” he tapped on his forehead.
“You’re telling me.”
He grabbed your now empty plate, and announced while placing it in the sink, “The room’s all yours when you’re ready.”
You looked at him with confusion across your face.
He motioned toward the hall, in the direction of his bedroom.
It finally dawned on you, he meant he’s going to sleep on the couch. Immediately you protested, “Joel. Come on. I’m not taking your room, the couch is fine-“
“No, no, no. This is not up for debate,” he pointed at you, “You need a good night’s rest.”
“Joel I’ll sleep fine on the cou-“
“I’m not fightin’ you on this.”
You stared at each other for a moment, a stand off you knew you’d lose. You finally cracked under his unrelenting gaze, but had to make one last effort, “You’ve done more than enough for me tonight.”
“I’d do damn near anything for you,” he couldn’t stop himself from confessing, but he almost didn’t care if it meant you’d take his bed. He’d never admit it, not even to himself, but he wanted you there, and not just because it was courteous to offer. To know that you were wrapped in his sheets, head cradled by his pillow, your breath filling his space.
You let out a sigh, “Fine.”
“Good. Thought I’d have to drag you.”
You chuckled, and in your mind flashed an image of him picking you up and tossing you onto the bed, oh God he’s so strong he could do that so easily-
You banished the thought, pulling yourself back to reality, but another idea invaded your mind. “Thank you so much Joel. I really owe you for this.”
“You don’t owe me nothin’. I’m glad you know that I’m here for you.”
If this whole situation hadn’t already overstepped a boundary, this certainly would, but you really couldn’t help yourself. You took a step forward, pulling him into a hug. Every nerve in his skin suddenly became hypersensitive to the feeling of your hands on his torso, moving to his back. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, then froze. You smelled like him. You, in his clothes. You, with his scent. You, in his arms. He could only hope that his heart wasn’t beating too loud.
You pulled away from each other, hands lingering a second longer than necessary.
“Sleep tight, darlin’.”
“You too.”
“And sleep in as long as like.”
“Thank you.”
“Let me know if you want an extra blanket or anything-“
“Goodnight Joel,” you laughed, walking away from him finally.
When you closed yourself into his room, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
You both laid awake for a while, having the same doubts, ruminating on words, body language, tone, meanings that may or may not have indicated something else.
You tried to be objective. He’s naturally generous, kind hearted beneath a bit of a rough exterior. He was instinctually nurturing, look how devoted he is to his daughter. Besides, with her to look out for, he wouldn’t want some silly college girl. He takes his responsibilities as a father very seriously and as far as you knew, he avoided things and people that would disrupt her life.
You’re a sweet girl, he reasoned that you hugged him because that was your nature and nothing else. One night at his place didn’t mean anything beyond what it was: you called and he answered. He knew nothing would come of it, ridiculous to think anything would, really. Young, promising college students like you don’t go involving themselves with middle aged men with children, not unless the man was rich, which he definitely wasn’t.
These thoughts kept you both awake, so finally you each relented to the more hopeful side, even if it was just a fantasy to doze off to.
Cheek pressed against Joel’s pillow, surrounded by his scent, you sleepily indulged in the thought that he treated you special because he felt a special way for you. Maybe he’s even protective of you.
Hand tucked under a cushion, he entertained the idea of you knowing that you want a man who wouldn’t waste your time. Someone who has some real experience in the world and knows what they want.
He was starting to think that insisting you spend the night was the worst idea he’s ever had.
Chapter 2
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I just realised you already have a post similar to my previous ask so maybe could you write something where Bucky noticed reader was struggling with self harm a while ago and thought she was better but she isn’t and he helps her 🥺
TW: self-harm, blood, depression, please do not read if any of these things will upset you. Love you all and reach out to someone if you need to <3
You didn’t know what had happened. You couldn’t even remember how you had ended up where you were. One second you were crying in bed and suddenly you were on the bathroom floor, blade in your hand and covered in fresh cuts.
It had been so long. You were doing so well, about a week away from being 2 years clean. You tried so hard to prevent it from happening but Bucky being gone made it so much harder. When you had first told him about your self-harm and depression, he had sat down with you and made a “safety-plan”.
“If you feel like you’re gonna hurt yourself, the first step is find me, okay?” He had spoken sternly. “If I’m not here, you call. And if I don’t answer on the first try, you keep calling. Second step is to distract yourself. Go on a walk, bake something, it doesn't matter. Just don’t let yourself sit in the dark thoughts.” As he spoke, he wrote everything down on a piece of paper. “And listen,” he grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes. “If I don’t answer, for some reason, you call someone else. You call Natasha or Tony or any other person in your life. You cannot let yourself be alone when you feel this way.” You nodded, fully planning on doing just that if the time ever came. But when you woke up this morning filled with a primal need to hurt yourself, you didn’t even remember the plan.
It was like nothing mattered except for feeling the blade against your skin and watching the blood pour out. The emotional pain that you were in needed to escape. You needed to feel it in a physical capacity. So you didn’t call Bucky. Because you knew he’d stop you. And you didn’t wanna be stopped.
You regretted it the second you made the first cut. All of that progress you had made, gone within the blink of an eye. You’d have to remember to erase the day marking your 2 years clean on your calendar. The shame you felt didn’t stop you though. It just made you want to hurt yourself more. You were ashamed and felt like a failure. You cried as you dragged the blade over your wrists, mumbling to yourself how stupid and worthless you were. How you always let everyone down.
You dissociated as you cut, robotically moving to your thighs once you ran out of space on your arms. You couldn’t stop, even as you grew dizzy from the blood loss. Your head was pounding from it and the dehydration caused by your tears but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up off the floor. Eventually, you put the blade down but you continued crying, the crimson of your blood staining the white-tile floor.
You didn’t hear the front door open. Didn’t hear Bucky calling out for you, home from the mission. His heart sped up as he walked further into the house, hearing your broken sobs coming from the bathroom. “Y/N? Sweetheart?” He called, getting closer. He didn’t wanna frighten you but his gut told him that something was incredibly wrong. He knocked on the door, but you didn’t register it. There was no time for you to even attempt to cover up what you had done, plus you knew he’d find out eventually. Bucky’s favorite thing to do when he got home from a mission was to rip your clothes off.
His heart stopped when he opened the door. There you were, hugging your knees to your chest, crying hysterically and bleeding out. There was so much blood coming from your arms and your thighs. “Oh my god,” was all he could say as he rushed over to you. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he kept repeating, trying to assess the damage you had done to yourself. “Baby, can you hear me? It’s me, it’s Bucky,” he said, trying to get you to calm down and talk to him. You were still in your own little world as you cried.
“I’m sorry,” you cried, fully realizing that he was there. He grabbed you and hugged you tightly and you could feel his body shaking as he did. “I’m so sorry,” you sobbed into his chest.
“Baby, we gotta stop this bleeding or I’m gonna have to take you to the hospital.” He wanted to talk this out with you, to comfort you, but right now, you were bleeding out in his arms. “Can I move you? I’m just gonna sit you up on the sink, okay?” You nodded and he gingerly moved your body so that you were perched on the sink, back against the mirror as it was hard to hold yourself up. He created makeshift tourniquets, a skill that he still had from the war, and wrapped them around your arms and legs. “Oh my god,” he said, once again.
You looked up at him with wide eyes. “I got blood on your shirt…” you whispered quietly.
“It doesn’t matter, don’t worry about it.” He assured you, cupping your face in his hands. “I gotta clean these cuts, I’m sorry,” he said, removing the tourniquets once the bleeding had mostly stopped. You winced as he dabbed at your skin, the sting from the contact immediate. “I know, sweetie, I know, I’m sorry,” he repeated words of encouragement to you. “Just breathe, please. Take a deep breath. It’s almost over.” He took his time in ensuring everything was clean and that the bleeding was stopped before he applied bandaids. “What did you do, baby?” He looked up at you with sadness in his blue eyes. “You-you’re covered,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper as tears started falling down his face.
You looked down, too ashamed to look him in the eyes. “I don’t know what happened… I just woke up today and it just hurt so much and I just… I don’t know. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“Why didn’t you call me? What about your plan, remember?”
“I knew you’d stop me…” Your voice held so much shame.
“You’re damn right I would have!” His voice grew loud, but he wasn’t yelling at you. He knew you couldn’t help the mental illness you struggled with. And he saw how hard you fought every single day. Even though you had slipped up, he was still so incredibly proud of the time you had spent clean and he would dedicate every second to helping you get back on track. As long as you were willing to try, how could he be mad at you? “I’m not angry at you, I’m just… oh god, I’m terrified. I’d be worried no matter what if you relapsed but baby, you did some serious damage.”
“I know,” you said. “I’m so angry at myself. I was a week away from 2 years. And I fucked it all up!”
He tilted your chin up so that you were looking at him. “Do you wanna stay clean again? Do you wanna get back on track?” You nodded. “Then you didn’t fuck anything up, okay? You’re human and you struggle. That's normal and okay. Of course I wish you didn’t do this. I hate seeing you in pain more than anything in this entire world. But baby, don’t be angry with yourself. Use that emotion as motivation to continue getting better. Please don’t let this send you spiraling back down into a place that’s gonna be even harder to get out of.”
You wiped some tears off of your face. “It’s so hard being alive, Bucky. Even on the good days, the depression is always there in the back of my mind. Even when I’m happy, it’s like I’m never really happy. Maybe true happiness just isn’t in the cards for me. I just wanna end it.”
“Honey…” your words broke his heart. You could see it on his face. “I know how hard it is and how much you struggle. You have no idea how badly I wish I could take away all of your pain. Seeing you like this… god, it breaks me apart. I’m so scared for you. I’m so worried about you,” his body was still shaking slightly. “But you deserve happiness. You deserve it more than anyone. You have such a beautiful soul and you inspire me every single day that you get up and live your life even though you struggle. Happiness is in the cards for you. I know that because I will spend every waking minute of the rest of my life trying to make you happy.” He brushed your hair behind your ears. “I love you so much. Please don’t leave me here alone. I-” he took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears but failed as they slipped out anyway. “I can’t do this without you. I can’t be in this world without you.”
He pulled you into a tight hug, resting your head on his chest. The two of you stayed like that, both crying against each other’s bodies. It was heartbreaking, the way your sadness broke him, too, like you were one soul sharing two bodies.
“Let’s get you into some clean clothes, okay? You’ll feel better.” Your shorts and shirt were both stained with red. He helped you change into a pair of clean pants and a sweatshirt, being extra careful as he noticed your grimaces of pain each time the material touched your skin. You both got into bed, exhausted from the intense emotional turmoil that the night had stained you with.
The two of you lay on your sides facing each other. Bucky wordlessly stroked your hair, looking deep into your eyes. “I’m never gonna abandon you. No matter how many times you slip up. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed your forehead before pulling you into a tight hug. “Never.”
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Education
Lesson #2: Friends Help Friends Cum.
A/N: this wasn’t supposed to be posted until next week. But , I think in light of the current state of Twitter, we could all use a reset. So, here you go.
warnings: smut.
"Wanna get the fuck outta here?" Matty walked straight up to her in the crowded room, drink in one hand, a blunt in the other.
She all but jumped out of her skin. "Holy shi- hello to you, too!" All this time and self-restraint she'd wasted trying to avoid him, not keep her eyes on his every move or watch his every interaction at the party, not think about his hand between her legs the other night, his voice encouraging her, his touch lighting her up, he has ruined it all in 5 seconds.
"Seriously, this party's kinda depressing. Wanna go someplace else?"
"Did you have somewhere in mind?"
Matty shrugged, "not really. could be out on the front steps for all I care. Just- something about being surrounded by all of this" He waved his armed in no specific shape or direction, "it's just- sad."
she nodded. Matty took her by surprise when he grabbed her hand and led her, confidently, through the crowd. She was devastated. She never imagined herself to be such a cliche. The whole "inexperienced, bumbling idiot catches feelings for the bad boy who occasionally sleeps with her" thing is such a tried and tired trope. And, yet, here she finds herself, sweating through her top because he's holding her hand when he didn't necessarily NEED to. She always thought if she were to make a fool of herself over a boy, she’d at least be original about it. But the truth is that her experience is one she shares with all the women in his phone.
***
"I have to say, I never thought I'd see the day that Matty Healy willingly leaves a party early." She took a sip of the drink he'd brought with him, passing the glass back to him. "I mean, we're literally four feet away, on the stairs, but still."
Matty laughed softly, looking up at the sky and considering her words, as if an answer were written in the nights stars. After a moment's pause, he simply shrugged. "Just trying to grow up, I guess."
"That's-"
"Pathetic ?"
"Hot, actually." the words that left her mouth surprised her. She blushed instantly, internally kicking herself for being so careless with her tongue. If Matty was thrown off, he didn't show it.
"I thought you liked my, umm- wait, what did you always used to call it?"
"Sophisticated dickhead act." she reminded him. It sounded more like condemnation.
"Ah, yes! ‘Sophisticated dickhead.’ that's it."
"You pulled it off beautiful, don't get me wrong. But, doing the difficult thing and being a responsible adult, that's...gonna get you so laid."
They both laughed.
"Speaking of getting laid." Matty quirked an eyebrow, looking at her suggestively. "I'm just the right amount of sad, horny, and stoned. Wanna go somewhere?"
"My place."
***
“Lay down for me?” Matty adjusted the pillows on the bed, fluffing them up so they’d be comfortable for her. She blanked for a moment. Focusing a little too much on the “for me.”
“yes- okay.”
“thanks, Darling.”
Oh, she was so in for it.
Desperate for a change of topic, she said the first thing that popped into her head. “So, what’d you have in mind for today?”
Matty giggled. “You make it sound so clinical.”
“well, we’re not exactly, making love or anything.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.
Matty hesitated for a moment, his brows curled. “No, I guess we’re not- anyway, I, umm, was going to ask you if you like getting head?”
Now, that, was a swift transition.
“I- uhh- sorry, what?”
“do you like it when guys go down on you?” He asked, bluntly, yet again.
“I, uhhh. No. Sorry.” She squirmed away in embarrassment.
“No, don’t apologize! I’m glad I asked first!”
unprompted, she began to offer up all sorts of explanations. “It’s always boring. Either doesn’t feel pleasurable at all, or feels kinda gross like they’re drooling on me or something. And then there’s that weird feeling of guilt. Like- like, they’re at least trying so I have to be nice about it. I can’t tell them to stop, can I? So- umm…I just end up faking it to get them to quit.”
“Oh, I see.”
“what?” She could see a look on his face that she wasn’t able to read.
“Nothing, nothing.”
“Matty, tell me!”
“It- well, it just sounds like these guys didn’t know what they were doing. And- I mean, if we were to do it, I would never make you have to fake it.”
“oh, really? Is that so?” She smiled, mildly intrigued by the idea.
“yeah, I mean- this is, like, the wankiest shit I’ve ever said- I don’t mean to mansplain the female orgasm to you- I just- I’ve had great reviews is what I’m saying. But, I don’t wanna push it. If you say you don’t like it, then you don’t like it. We’ll just do something else-“
“no, no. Hold on a minute. I wanna try.”
“you do?”
“yeah, I mean, that’s the point of this-“ she stuttered for a moment, “this sex education course…”
“Is that what we’re calling it, then?” Matty chuckled, making her wonder if he meant anything by this question. Did he want it to be what they’re doing? Did he not? “Alright, let’s give it a try. But if you feel uncomfortable or change your mind at any moment, you let me know and we’ll stop, okay?”
she smiled, nodding.
“if you’re too overwhelmed to speak in the moment, just squeeze my hand three times and I’ll stop. Okay? That’ll be our signal.”
***
She couldn’t deny it. Matty was right. He knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, as she’d suspected, it was all in the foreplay. The way he’d delicately touched her, whispered into her ear every single obscene thought that he looked forward to “showing” her and “teaching” her. The way his hands grazed past her nipples, ran down her legs. Hover over her thighs. She was already wet before his tongue had even touched her.
“Relax, darling. Don’t worry about a thing, yeah? No pressure.” There was that ‘darling’ again. At long last, he dipped his head between her thighs, licking into her. She gasped, her body raising slightly, before Matty’s firm grip over her waist kept her in place. Something about his strong arm pinning her down so effortlessly stirred desire within her, so when she felt his mouth at work again, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
“Holy shit! Matty- I- ahh”
Soon, she’d abandoned the idea of remaining quiet. She was begging and moaning for him.
Matty pulled away from her with an obscene slurping sound. “How’re we doing, honey? Still feeling good? Havin fun?”
she appreciated the check in but she also desperately wanted him to shut the fuck up and get back to eating her out.
“Yes, yes, yes. Fine. Fun. Just please-“ her hand reached for his hair, shoving him back down. She imagined that he was smiling.
***
”hey, you look…all blissed out. So it wasn’t fake then?” Matty grinned down at her as she struggled to catch a breath after her orgasm.
“Absolutely not.”
“good to know.” He winked.
“Okay, now your turn.” She sat up on her elbows, looking at him with anticipation.
“what?” He laughed nervously.
“you scratch my back; I scratch yours. Drop your jeans, Healy. Let’s go.”
“we don’t have to do that right now, you know. It’s not a transaction. That’s not the point-“
“I want to. Please? C’mon. Unless you’re not in the mood, then-“
“For you? Im always in the mood.”
***
“Fuckin hell, baby. So good for- just relax your jaw- open up a bit more, that’s it.” Matty mumbled something under his breath, his head tipped backwards, his eyes clothes. “Fuckin perfecttt.”
She felt her breathing flatten, fighting the urge to move her mouth, she kept going, even attempting, at one point, to surprise him and take more of him into her mouth. Unfortunately, her eagerness was not reflected in her gag reflex.
Matty’s eyes shot open, looking down at her. “You alright? Gosh, why did you do that for. I didn’t say you needed to!”
“sorry, sorry, I’m fine! I just thought- I don’t know what I thought.” She look downwards, still heaving and coughing, and now embarrassed.
Matty reached over and wiped at the drool with the back of his hand. “Good students follow instructions. Just do as I say, will you?”
she nodded.
“You wanna keep going?”
“yeah” as soon as she opened her mouth back up, she realized that she did, not, in fact want to keep going.
She reached for his hand and squeezed it three times, instantly getting his attention.
“what? What is it, baby?”
“jaw is tired. Don’t wanna do this anymore.”
He pulled away immediately. “Alright. That okay. Thanks for telling me.”
***
“so, how’s that jaw?”
she rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, Matty! Just like the last five times you asked.”
“And your knees?” His arms squeezed her closer to his side.
“my knees never hurt in the first place. Cuz you set down a pillow and all.”
“okay. Just makin sure.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. Your dick is not that powerful. You ah end broken me.”
Matty chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, let’s go to sleep then.” He turned his back towards her for a moment, to turn out the bedside lamp. “Hey, what are we?” He asked, flicking the switch off.
The darkness hid her shocked and confused expression. “What?”
“I mean, I know I’m showing you all these things…but, I guess I never know if that’s all it is?”
“w-what do you mean?” Her heart drummed with anticipation. He feels it, too. He thinks about it, too. It’s not all in her head.
“I mean, I never know where the boundaries are…like, am I allowed to kiss you? Like when we greet each other and stuff?” He paused for a moment. “Nah, that would get too confusing, wouldn’t it? Guess I just answered my own question, didn’t I? We’re friends. Friends don’t kiss. Yeah?”
“y- umm- right. Yeah. Friends don’t kiss.”
“okay. Glad we cleared that up. Goodnight.”
he rolled over on his side, eventually falling asleep. Leaving her wide awake right by his side.
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DRAFT: ELIAS PART 2
i am currently writing the real part 2 but it’s taken a lot of brainstorming and different drafts ~ i was gonna post this one but i’ve decided i’m not satisfied with it and not really happy with the plot so im changing a couple things but i still wanted to post this to get feedback! (i also may or may not delete this once the real part 2 is out)
Elias never wanted to be a leader. The thought of having so much power over thousands of lives made his stomach turn.
He always knew that he wasn’t right for the gang, wasn’t right for a leader, but the pressure from his father along with Elias’s desperation to make him proud, made him feel so stuck.
He wouldn’t say that he regretted joining the wraiths, Elias really admired the work his father - and his mother - did for the community. But he couldn’t help not feeling ready. He didn’t want to let so many people down, and it felt terrifyingly inevitable.
He had often wondered what his life would be like if he didn’t join the gang, and stayed on at college. But in the shadow of this thought, was the nightmare of why he joined in the first place. To see his father so absorbed in the gang, it draining the life out of him, Elias knew that if he let this happen then he would lose him completely.
The ceiling of the room was high, as if to make up for the fact that Elias could hardly breathe. The chatter that sprouted in the room faded as the warden pushed out of his chair and stood up to address the room.
“Before we start, I’d like to thank each of you for making your way here today. I’m sure many of you know how much it means to me for you to be here, as I’m also sure you know why you’re here.”
Elias’s body felt stuck, his eyes locked on the scene in front of him. He could feel the burning of darting eyes scanning his face.
“My son, Elias, was first recruited to the wraiths over a year ago,”
The words hit him like a wave trying to suffocate him.
“..and since then has worked hard for our cause.”
Elias tried to breathe. It only made him need air more. Air - he needed air.
“Along with this, he-”
“Could I -uh- get some water?” Elias interrupted.
The warden paused and stared blankly at his son for a few dreadful seconds.
Trying aimlessly to hold in a sigh, he muttered through clenched teeth “make it quick” before continuing his speech.
Relishing this temporary freedom, Elias slipped out the room. Closing the door behind him softly, trying not to disturb the meeting any further.
As he entered the empty corridor, his stomach dropped. He froze for a second.
Looking down the hall both ways, confused, Elias called out “Yn?”
After a couple dreadful seconds of silence, he rushed to the end of the hallway to look around the corner and call the name a second time.
Dust falling gently into your eyes caused them to water. Hardly able to lift your weak arms, you rolled over to your side, causing a strong wave of nausea to hit you. Breathing came with a foul stench, most likely from the old dumpster-mattress beneath you. You would try to sit up if your head wasn’t throbbing so viciously.
Taking a deep breath and looking around, you hear a rough voice speaking a room away. You feel shivers run down your spine, as you remember the man who held you at gunpoint and forced you here.
Whether it was your ringing ears or his slurred voice, you couldn’t make out the words he was saying.
The room looked neglected. Wallpaper peeling, dust everywhere and furniture moth-eaten. That was, of course, regarding the mattress; the only piece of furniture in the room. The room was entirely cleared out, leaving only glass shards and rusty nails that made a carpet for your zip-tied feet.
You felt a frighteningly desperate urge to run but moving even the slightest bit caused your body to shake uncontrollably.
You worried about what would happen to you, what this man wanted. What he was willing to do to get it.
Not wanting to let the panic take a hold of you, you breathed deeply trying to clear your mind from the worst-case-scenario thoughts. But you could barely hold them back, and tears pricked at your eyes.
Trying to swallow your emotion, praying that your hyperventilation couldn’t be heard, you wiped your eyes. You knew Elias, you knew he would do whatever he could to find you. You just had to trust him.
The worry on his forehead creasing as he watched over the security footage, Elias’s eyes turned a dark shade of anger.
“Shit”
He hissed under his breath.
Walking furiously towards him, “Elias what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The warden growled, “I’m doing all of this for you, you can’t just walk-”
“Yn’s gone.” Elias interrupted hurriedly, “They were taken by a man with a gun”
The irritated warden paused for a second, taken off guard. His eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
Elias showed him the cctv footage of the building as his father cursed the same reaction.
“When was this?” He demanded, replied with “Uhh, 7 minutes ago.”
The warden nodded, picking up his phone. “I’ll get a team ready” He told Elias before turning back towards the meeting room.
“What? No, I have to be looking for them!”
Warden scoffed, “No you’re-” Elias cut him off immediately, yelling back at his father.
Fury flooded his veins, exasperated because of all the times his father had held him back from doing something.
“You can’t expect me to just sit here, I’m going out there-”
“Not alone, you’re not.”
(yeah so i hate this lol and i’m rewriting all of it especially the plot so come back for the real part 2?)
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Stranger Therapy - part 2!
Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
Summary: Based on this text post, Steve and Eddie match on Tinder and decide to go to couple's counseling on a first date to see how long it takes the therapist (Murray) to figure them out. Chapter 1, Link to Ao3
Word Count: 3k again!
Warnings: This one has a moment of actual therapy lmao, nothing TOO serious but Eddie has low self-esteem and Steve is closed off, modern day AU, aged up, brief Robin cameo, Matchmaker Murray.
A/N: OMG I was NOT expecting such a big reaction to part 1!! Here is the much requested part two, and I plan to continue for probably another two or three chapters. Thanks to all who have read so far!! PS I really did look into the counselor code of ethics for this one lmao
“So, how’d it go?” Robin asked once Steve got home.
He had no idea how to answer that question.
“It was…” He wandered to the fridge to grab a drink, wondering how much of the experience he should share with Robin. Generally, they told each other everything, but wasn’t therapy usually a private thing? So it wouldn’t be too terribly weird to not tell her, right? “Did you know he went to Hawkins High with us?”
“He did?” she asked, just as confused as Steve had been. “Like, at the same time we were there?”
“Yup. Eddie Munson ring a bell?” Robin thought about the name for a second before her eyes widened.
“Oh my god! Yes I remember him!” She laughed, then continued once she’d settled down. “Okay, yeah. He’s definitely the kind of person who would want to do the first date fake couple’s counseling thing. He was always a little…outside of the box.”
“Come on,” Steve replied. “You say the meanest shit to me, and the best you can come up with for Eddie is that he’s ‘outside of the box?’ Robin, he’s never even seen the box.” She laughed again.
“Okay, sure,” she agreed. “I’m guessing it didn’t turn out to be a good match?”
Steve hesitated again, because no, that wasn’t it. He wasn’t sure if they were a good match, honestly. He ran through the events of the day in his head, then realized just how batshit insane it all was. And Steve had agreed to it.
And he didn’t even regret it.
He imagined telling Robin, and her relentlessly teasing him about it like she always did. This would give her enough ammunition to last a lifetime. It probably would be even worse than the fateful day at the mall when Steve had accidentally ripped his pants while attempting to hit on a girl. Robin had a front row seat for that one, and she still brought it up.
Steve agreeing to go to therapy with an actual stranger, pretending to date said stranger, and working on actual personal issues together? Yeah, no. Steve was gonna take this shit to the grave.
Except, he wouldn’t, would he? Because he had an accomplice. They also weren’t strangers, not really, but they were still acquaintances, at best. An acquaintance that Steve had intermittently thought about kissing ever since Eddie mentioned it with Dr. Bauman.
Ohhh, this is bad I think.
“Earth to Steve,” Robin said, interrupting his thought spiral. “Are you going to see him again or not?”
“We’re gonna get coffee next week,” Steve lied. He never lied to Robin, and he felt immediately horrible about it, but he couldn’t tell her, right?
He almost broke and told her the honest truth, because sitting with the lie was so uncomfortable. Instead, he told himself that if he actually got coffee with Eddie next week, then he wouldn’t be lying. Loophole!
“Oh,” she said, surprised. “I really didn’t expect anything to come from this.”
“Yeah, well he’s -” Steve tried to think of what exactly it was about Eddie that was so enticing. He was hot, obviously. Charismatic. He was able to take Steve off guard, and they rolled with each other’s bullshit pretty smoothly. It was strange how connected he felt to Eddie in the session. Like they really were in tune with each other. Like they were an actual couple. “He’s cool. We had fun.”
“I know you’re not telling me something,” Robin said, eyeing him suspiciously. “But I guess it’s not my business. Plus, confidentiality and all that.”
Unlike Steve, Robin had been to therapy before. She had always told Steve he should go, too, but he never had.
Until now, of course. But first, he had to cover his bases.
-
Steve: Do you wanna get coffee before our appointment?
Eddie: Sure, gives us a chance to get our stories straight
Eddie: Hold on let me make the joke before you do
Steve: ?
Eddie: About our stories being gay and not straight!!
Steve: I wasn’t gonna make that lame-ass joke
Eddie: Sure you weren’t
Steve: And if I was, my delivery would have been way better
Eddie: oh shit
Eddie: Steve’s biting back today ;)
Steve: Well I gotta keep up with you, don’t I?
Eddie: Mmm i see how it is. Noon work for coffee?
Steve: I’ll be there
-
Eddie had recently been told by a close friend that he needed to get his shit together. The couple’s counseling wasn’t a whole master plan on Eddie’s part - he really did think it sounded fun, and it was - but the thought of talking out some of his issues was appealing, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
This close friend of Eddie’s - the one who suggested Eddie had an attitude problem and low self-esteem - had mentioned Dr. Bauman a few times in the past. He apparently worked wonders on couples, even the ones who argued all the time. His success rate was remarkable.
Thinking back on it, maybe Eddie did kind of want to do couple’s counseling with Steve and Dr. Bauman for a reason.
Like, come on. There was a spark there, right? There was something, at least. Who else would have gone along with Eddie’s crazy this much? Steve understood Eddie, and while he kept calling this whole thing ‘insane,’ it didn’t stop him from agreeing to it. Because there was something there between them.
But mainly, Eddie just wanted to see a therapist, he didn’t really want to do it alone, and for whatever reason Steve seemed like the right person to be there.
Okay, yeah. Steve’s right. This is insane.
-
The cafe down the street from Murray’s office was small and cozy, and had fancy syrups for the coffee that Steve secretly loved. He came here sometimes, under the guise that he was getting a strawberries and cream oat milk latte for Robin, even though literally none of the workers cared.
“Your usual?” the barista asked when Steve and Eddie got in line. Steve tried not to notice Eddie’s amused expression and the way his eyebrows were raised expectantly, desperate to know what Steve ordered so often the workers had it memorized.
“Uhhhh…” Steve wasn’t sure why he was blushing. He never cared much about being seen as masculine, and he was literally going to therapy with this guy, so things were about to get a lot more embarrassing than a coffee order. He looked at Eddie. “Don’t judge me, it’s delicious.” Eddie laughed.
“I don’t give a shit,” he said. “Whatever it is, own it.” Steve turned to the barista.
“Yes, the usual,” he told her.
“I’ll get the same thing,” Eddie chimed in. Steve felt a flutter of something in his chest, somewhere between anxiety and flattery.
They got their drinks and sat down. Steve took a sip and tried not to show on his face how happy this stupid beverage made him. It was a simple joy, you know?
“Okay, so you wanted to come up with some kind of game plan, right?” Steve asked as he waited for the caffeine to hit.
“Yeah, I mean -” Eddie shifted in his seat uncomfortably. What the hell is he nervous about, Steve wondered. “If Murray figures us out now, he’ll drop us. So we have to be a bit more convincing.”
“How are we supposed to be more convincing? Do you want us to start making out on the couch or something?” Steve suggested it as if he wouldn’t be extremely happy to do so.
“If it comes down to it,” Eddie teased back. Steve blushed once again. He was so much better at flirting than he was being flirted with. “My favorite color is black or red, depending on the day. I still mostly eat canned foods and TV dinners because I never figured out the whole meal prep thing, but it works out fine because my favorite food is mac and cheese. I play a lot of video games and I have a Dungeons and Dragons group. I’m kind of amazing at the guitar -”
“What are you doing?” Steve asked, not getting it. Eddie sighed.
“I’m telling you about myself, what do you think I’m doing?” He shook his head and chuckled. “So you have context, or whatever. So we’re not just making shit up.”
“Oh, okay,” Steve responded. “What about your family?”
“Yeah, we’re not gonna touch that subject with a ten foot pole,” Eddie muttered. “Your turn.”
“Fair enough. Okay, well my favorite color is blue, I guess. I live with my best friend Robin. I…I’m not really good at this.” Steve took another sip of his drink and wondered why he couldn’t come up with more facts about himself.
“College?” Eddie asked. Steve shook his head. “Me neither. Do you like music?”
“Yeah,” Steve answered. “I took piano lessons for a while and then I taught myself the rest.”
“Impressive,” Eddie noted. “Do we ever play music together?”
“I guess we could,” Steve said with a shrug. It was fun, coming up with a backstory like that. “Aren’t you going to drink your coffee?”
“Oh Jesus, no. It’s got way too much sugar for my taste.”
“Then why did you get one?” Eddie smiled.
“Because now -” Eddie slid his cup across the table until it was directly next to Steve’s. “-you have one for later.” Steve stared down at both cups, perplexed.
“That is…like, incredibly sweet,” he said.
“Just like that abomination you call coffee,” Eddie replied.
-
After intake, Dr. Murray Bauman examined the counseling code of ethics, and unsurprisingly there was nothing in there saying it was unethical to continue treating a couple who were lying about being a couple. He didn’t have proof they were pretending, of course, but clients lied to therapists all the time. If they showed up for their appointment, Murray was going to counsel them. That was his job. Truly, it would have been unethical not to work with them.
They did show up, and they were right on time. Immediately, Murray noticed something was different. They were more comfortable with each other, and Steve in particular looked much less terrified.
“So,” Murray began, “tell me how your week has been.”
“It’s been good,” Eddie answered. “You really helped us out a lot.”
For a fleeting moment, Murray believed him. He thought that maybe his instinct had been wrong, and they actually were a couple, and they’d somehow managed to get over Steve’s affair in a matter of forty minutes.
But it was only a moment. Murray was a great counselor, but nobody was that good. His suspicions were confirmed when Steve opened his mouth.
“We actually think our relationship is solid, and we kinda just want to focus on our own individual issues,” he said.
It was far too polished of a statement for it to have not been planned. Which meant one thing - Steve and Eddie were just looking for individual therapy, and were going at the same time for…emotional support? Cost-effectiveness?
Murray nodded. This was all a first for him, and he loved uncharted waters.
“Okay, what would you like to focus on first?” he asked.
“I’ll go,” Eddie offered. “So, I have this friend that says I have self-esteem issues, but it doesn’t really make sense to me because I feel like I’m pretty confident. Like, I haven’t really mastered how to be a grown-up or anything, and I’m kind of a mess sometimes, but it’s all part of my charm, you know? I’ve always been a little crazy, but I also think I’m awesome, so…”
“If you think you’re awesome, why does someone else’s opinion matter?” Murray asked.
“I dunno, aren’t you the one who has the answers?” Eddie asked. “Just skip to the part where you tell me what’s wrong with me.”
“Well, that’s not usually how this works,” Murray began, “but I think I do see what’s going on.”
“Enlighten me,” Eddie said.
“You just said you were confident but called yourself a mess and a little crazy in the same breath,” Murray replied. “You can exude confidence all you want, but it doesn’t mean you actually believe those things about yourself. Steve, what do you think about this?”
“Uhhh -” Steve looked absolutely unequipped to answer the proposed question. “I think Eddie knows how hot and charming he is, actually. I don’t think it’s bullshit.”
“I didn’t say it was bullshit,” Murray countered, noticing that this time Eddie was the one to blush. “But there is a difference between ego and self-esteem. It’s not just about confidence, it’s about self-respect and worth. Eddie, do you feel valuable?”
“Like, in this relationship?” Eddie asked.
“No, in this world.”
This question stopped Eddie dead in his tracks. His face went pale, and he became visibly nervous at the prospect of being so vulnerable.
“Fuck,” Eddie said at last. “I mean, uh - not really, but it's not personal, I don't think. Just feels like we're all specks of dust on a rock, you know?"
There was another shift in the room, but Murray couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.
“Can you tell me a bit about how you grew up?” he wondered. Family history was a standard line of questioning in these early sessions. Eddie froze.
“Actually, I really wanna focus on my thing now, if that’s okay,” Steve interrupted. Eddie seemed relieved to pass the torch, so Murray went with it.
“Of course. What’s going on with you, Steve?”
“Uhh, well, I - um -” he sputtered, his leg bouncing rapidly. “I keep having this nightmare - like, every night - where there’s a monster in my closet. What do you think that means?”
“Well,” Murray said, leaning back in his chair. “Dream psychology isn’t really my specialty -”
“Okay, but I reeeeally wanna talk about it,” Steve persisted. "Like, is the monster a metaphor about my sexuality or is it supposed to be my dad? Help me out here."
While Steve babbled about his obviously made up dream, Murray caught Eddie staring at the man beside him. There was a completely unmistakable twinkle in Eddie's eye that told Murray everything he needed to know. Whether these boys knew it or not, they cared about each other.
“As you wish,” Murray conceded. They used the rest of their time focusing on much less heavy subjects, and it was pretty clear that was intentional. He understood, though, that it was important not to take these things too fast. Before long, the color returned to Eddie’s face, and the boys were riffing off each other again flawlessly.
This was getting more and more interesting by the minute.
-
“Things were intense for a bit in there,” Eddie said as they walked back to the parking lot.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “You okay?”
“M’good,” Eddie replied. “Your dream thing. Was that real?”
“Uh, no. I just thought you needed a break.”
“Oh,” he said. “Normally I’d give you a spirited monologue about how you don’t know me and therefore shouldn’t make my decisions for me.”
“What are you gonna say instead?” Steve asked.
“Well, considering you’re technically paying for this, I don’t really have a leg to stand on,” Eddie chuckled. “And also, as weird as this whole thing is, I’m glad you were in there with me.” He tried to play it off as a lot more casual of a statement than it was.
Being in therapy together and actually taking it seriously was an incredibly intimate thing. Steve wasn’t sure he could actually be as open as Eddie had been.
“I think we’re skipping a whole lot of steps, here,” Steve said, attempting to return Eddie’s light tone.
“Yeah, well I’ve always hated steps,” Eddie replied. “I tend to trip over ‘em.”
“Right.” Steve chuckled. “So…same time next week?” Eddie flashed a genuine smile and nodded.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Oh, but next time - you’re in the hot seat. No fake dreams, I’m talking real shit, okay?”
“Oh, you’re making demands, now?” Steve asked, amused. “What happened to you not having a leg to stand on?”
“Huh,” Eddie responded, pondering this for a moment. He shrugged. “I guess I can fly.”
Steve had no intention of actually diving into real shit, especially after he’d seen the way Murray dug into Eddie during the session. Steve wasn’t ready to confront anything. He refused to admit there was anything to confront in the first place. But he would go - of course he’d go, because something deep within him told him he’d regret it if he didn’t.
Steve and Eddie weren’t a couple. They weren’t strangers. They weren’t friends. But damn, they were something.
(next chapter)
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May I please aee ask for headcanons for the demon bros based on this?
https://www.tumblr.com/crazyyanderefangirlfan/725630683479965696/demon-1-uh-dude-shouldnt-you-meet-you-with-mc
The ending with the alternative please
(Ooh..... This is gonna be interesting.... Also, I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this. There's been a lot happening in my life. Forgive me.... TwT)
(Here's the whole prompt from @crazyyanderefangirlfan 's post. The credit for this idea goes to her! I changed it up a bit, I hope that's okay!)
Demon 1: Uh Dude, shouldn't you go meet up with MC? I mean, this project is more than half of your grade.
Demon 2: What?! No! You know what, Man? Fuck MC. She always does every assignment half assed and she still gets good grades. And come to think of it, why should we be civil or even nice to that stupid bitch in the first place? She's just a fucking weak human, and I’m fuckin' sick of it, man. She's nothing but a ratchet-ass whore who just opens her holes for the demon lords every time they ask! And you know what?! She's not even that hot, She isn't even cute. She has Lucifer, His brothers, Solomon, The angels, and both Barbatos and Lord Diavolo wrapped around her dainty little finger. It's stupid! There. Someone had to say it. I’m glad it was me.
Demon 1: Uh, Dude....
Demon 2: Yeah, what's up?
Demon 1: You may want to look behind you....
Demon 2: What? *Turns around to see MC standing there with a menacing smile on her face* Well, shit....
After the whole conversation, the second demon had found out you were listening. You proceeded to beat him to a bloody pulp before throwing him into a dumpster. "How's that for a 'fucking weak human' bitch?! Maybe next time you'll think twice before opening your mouth and speaking about people behind their backs!"
Meanwhile, all the brothers were watching. Each of them had a murderous expression on their face but each expression seemed different.
Lucifer:
Sadistic Smirk.
"Oh.... I'm going to enjoy this...."
He loves putting people in their place, but what does he love even more? Badass MC who doesn't take anyone's bullshit!
He watches on with a less than satisfied smirk, he's impressed by your strength but he doesn't believe the demon has been fully punished.
Lucifer is definitely not one to put up with anyone badmouthing Diavolo or his brothers, he's protective. But when it comes to you?
Oh. OH! He'll have a field day!
*dark chuckle* I guess Cerberus is getting a new chew toy.
After Luci watches you beat up that insignificant pest, his brothers have a go at the worthless demon.
If the demon wasn't dead after you and the other brothers..... Well, he'd have one moment of reprieve. But....
That won't last long. Lucifer needs to have his fun too.
Mammon:
What?! What did you just say?! You dare insult the Great Mammon's favorite human?!
He's not very good at self defense not is he good at keeping his emotions in check so Satan and Beelzebub had to hold him back.
He's the second one to land a hit on the demon, after you.
You were a lot of things, many of your qualities were amazing. Not once have you ever done anything half assed in your time there.
The last thing you'd ever be to Mammon is a "ratchet-ass whore."
Who exactly did that low life demon think he was talking about? It certainly shouldn't be you.
He didn't really care if someone badmouthed him, his brothers do it daily.... But someone talking bad about you? His MC? They'll regret their existence.
Mammon seconds the idea of handing the demon to Cerberus, the whole Devildom knows you and the three headed dog are close.
He's satisfied with the punishment you have the demon and he is satisfied because he landed some hits. His brothers punishments didn't matter.
After the whole ordeal, Mammon takes you back to the House of Lamentation for some alone time.
Leviathan:
Wut?
"MC's the bitch? Look who's talking shit behind her back!"
He's not very violent, he is mainly serving as support to you.
He's the only one besides maybe Asmo that doesn't hurt the demon even more.
Levi isn't envious of the demon, he's envious of you and your strength.
He'll act like you're a "normie" and he'll wonder why everyone is so worried about a pathetic little human but deep down, he cares about you.
Levi may not hit the demon with his hands but he will slap the unconscious demon with his tail, that's satisfying to him.
Will secretly drown the demon in his sleep if you ask him to. After all the other brothers teach the demon a lesson of course!
When it comes to you, he follows you and Mammon back home, being out of his room is making him uncomfortable.
Satan:
Silence. At first....
*evil cackle* "Oh...... You pitiful little waste of space...."
MC.... Our brilliant, gorgeous, Sweet MC.... That's who this demon is insulting. Pitiful.
He lands many blows to the demon, both physical and emotional. Hits and Insults at the same time.
He doesn't care about if the demon dies, he's worried about bringing MC the justice she deserves.
Satan thinks about unaliving the demon himself but he doesn't because despite how much he refuses to admit it, Lucifer has a better punishment in store for the pest.
He'll follow you, Mammon, and Levi back home, he'll spend some time with you and he'll read to you. So.... Win-Win.
He won't talk about the situation after that day so try not to bring it up.
Asmodeus:
Oh honey.... Worst mistake of your life.
*strokes the demons bruised and busted face* "I would tell you it's almost over but lying to you might hurt you more."
He feels no remorse, he feels sorry for the demon because of how he thinks but he doesn't feel any remorse for the demon.
Asmo only watches a bit of the beat down but he cheers you on when you put that demon in his place.
He records the whole thing, just in case someone want to get cocky and try twisting the story.
Asmo takes a selfie with the demon too, he posts it on Devilgram with a warning. Maybe next time, no one will think to openly insult you.
He just as satisfied with the punishment that Lucifer's given. Though, there are times during the beatdown when he whispers; "rougher!" "harder!" "fuck him up!" "yeah!"
Beelzebub:
Poor guy was minding his own business, just munching on a cheeseburger when he heard the demon.
Along with Leviathan and Asmodeus, he opts to not beat up the demon.
Beelzebub knows his limits and he knows that he will 100% kill the demon if he joined in.
Sweet boy offers you half of his food in order to calm you down. He knows you might still be angry about the demon and Beel just wants to help.
Even though he doesn't join in on the fight, he does check to make sure the demon is alive. The last thing he needs is to have a guilty conscience because he "helped" murder someone.
Beel also takes pictures of the fight, he's helping Asmo back up the situation with the proof.
After y'all get back home, y'all eat snacks in his room and y'all watch some action movies. Those are Beelzebub's favorite.
He's not ashamed to tell people what you did to the demon, the demon crossed a line and he's gonna get what's rightfully coming to him.
With Asmo, He shares the videos and photos online, he doesn't care about his reputation but he does care about yours.
Super protective demon, while he may not serve justice, he will happily watch you do it.
Belphegor:
*blinks* "I mean, yeah, I see why you could think that, I definitely don't agree with you but you should keep it to yourself.... You've just doomed your sanity."
When it's Belphie's turn, he doesn't use his hands, no..... He uses knives.
He'll hold the demons hands together with his tail so the demon wont fight back.
Belphegor cuts the demons tongue out and splits the demons lips open.
After he draws blood from the demon, he decides to throw the demon around a bit.
Belphie believes that no bruise or cut is completely without a broke bone or two, he will definitely paralyze the demon, that's for sure.
He, like Satan knows Lucifer's punishment for the lowlife will be much more severe so he backs off after a few minutes but he stays to help clean up the mess.
Bonus:
Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon are standing there, watching the beat down.
Simeon look on at the brothers and the demon with worry. "Should we stop them? A dead demon is nothing to laugh at...."
Diavolo stands there with his arms crossed. He was smirking, he had watched you beat the demon up so easily, as if the demon was nothing. He was beyond impressed. "No, I doubt this demon is innocent. MC never gets angry, especially like that."
Barbatos nod in agreement as he watches you and the brothers with interest. "Fair point, my Lord but we can't act like we knew about this.... That would be a problem."
Solomon, who has stayed quiet in the whole debacle, nods as he watches you move about and scream. "Such rage, from one human.... MC at that.... It's honestly surprising."
Simeon frowns and watches the beat down. "Let's just hope this doesn't become a habit for MC.... She's still human, I doubt she'll stay here forever....."
At that statement, Diavolo's smirk grows. "Ah! You probably shouldn't say things like that, Simeon. You'll give me too many ideas." He looks longingly at you and he smiles. "Oh, How the future can change."
#obey me#om! mc#om! lucifer#lucifer x mc#om! mammon#mammon x mc#om! leviathan#leviathan x mc#om! satan#satan x mc#om! asmodeus#asmodeus x mc#om! beelzebub#beelzebub x mc#om! belphegor#belphegor x mc#om! diavolo#om! barbatos#om! solomon#om! simeon
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