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justagalwhowrites · 5 months

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I saw this video and I feel like something like this would be fun to read! I have to ask would you ever consider writing a kidnapper!Joel fic?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Dfp6Na/

Hi Bestie!

So.... Yes :)

Not quite the vibe of the linked video but I hope you enjoy it!

Run Rabbit: Part One

It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. They're harsh, they're cold and they're killers. But, as a nurse, you're a valuable person to have around and they're not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.

PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS. Written as part of the @romana-after-dark Dead Dove December event (but posted late because it's impossible for me to make a deadline at the moment apparently.) This will be in two parts.

Relationship: Joel Miller x Female Reader X Tommy Miller

Warnings WHOLE FIC: DUBCON (reader is a captive, participation might be enthusiastic but consent is dubious under the circumstances.) Raider!Joel; Raider!Tommy; Captive reader; Canon-typical violence; graphic depictions of violence; graphic depictions of injury; attempted SA (not by Joel or Tommy); Dom/Sub dynamic but not an established relationship; Dom-ish Joel; Brat tamer-ish Joel; Sub-ish reader; DDDNE; M/F/M threesome; unprotected P in V sex; Anal sex; Oral sex; No use of Y/N; Minors DNI 18+ Only

Length: 8k

PLEASE NOTE: part one does not get smutty ❤️

Part 2

November, 2004

“You can have whatever you want, please!”

Your hand was clamped over your mouth as you tried to keep quiet from your place below the floorboards. Your boyfriend, Zach, had tucked you into the crawl space when he ran in from hunting with three men on his tail.

“They don’t know about you,” he’d said, breathless. “Stay quiet, I’ll get us out of this.”

But even a year into the apocalypse, Zach wasn’t a great shot. It wasn’t long before he was out matched and the men were breaking down the door to the cabin you’d been holed up in for a few days.

“Seemed awful keen to protect whatever it is you got,” one of the men said. “How do we know you’re not gonna just come and try to take it back?”

“Should just kill ‘em,” another man said. “Don’t gotta worry about it then.”

“No, no, I swear I won’t,” Zach pleaded.

“Prove it,” the final man spoke for the first time. “Got no reason to trust you now, why should we leave you alive?”

You kept your hands tight over your mouth, trying not to cry, trying to stay quiet, hoping they’d leave Zach alive.

“Because I have something better than supplies!” He yelled it, his words flowing together as he stumbled over them.

“Like?” The third man said.

“My girlfriend,” Zach panted. Your breath caught. “She was a nurse before, in an ER, she can keep you alive, you can have her, please…”

“And where is this girlfriend?” The first man said. “You seem awful alone here…”

You hoped Zach was just buying time, that he wouldn’t actually tell these animals where you were.

You were wrong.

“In the closet,” he said. “There’s a crawl space there, I told her to hide there while I took care of things here. Please, she’s worth a lot, she’s good at patching you up, she’s real pretty, you can have her, you can have her…”

The sound of his begging almost covered the thud of boots as you heard the closet door creak open and the floor over your head disappeared.

“Well, would you look at that,” a large man with shaggy curls and a patchy beard - the first one who has spoken, you thought - smirked down at you. “He’s not full of shit.”

“No,” you shook your head, eyes wide. “No, please…”

The man ignored you, grabbing a fistful of fabric at your chest and hefting you up from the crawl space with a grunt. He dropped you on the ground and you tried to scramble away only to have another man grab your shoulder and throw you down. You landed on your backside, a different tall, broad man with dark curls looming over you.

“Where you think you’re running to, little rabbit?” He smirked, the second man who had spoken. You pulled yourself back from him, looking for a way out. The third man, blond and pale and the youngest of them, stood over Zach, a gun pointed at his head. He started humming Run, Rabbit, Run as he smiled at your boyfriend, glancing your way, prowling toward Zach. A predator enjoying his prey.

“So,” the first man dropped your pack that had been in the crawl space next to you at your side with a thud, making you jump. “You really a nurse?”

“She is,” Zach answered for you. “She is and you can have her, please…”

“Zach!” Tears tightened your throat.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he said, not looking at you. “I’m sorry, but I can’t…”

The man who pulled you from the crawl space sighed, pulling a handgun from his side, going up behind Zach and pressing the barrel to his head before pulling the trigger. Your scream hung in the air longer than the crack of the gun, the salty, metallic taste of Zach’s blood on your tongue as his body slumped to the ground.

“Hey,” the man who shot Zach dropped to one knee in front of you, grabbing your face roughly, gripping your cheeks in his large hand. There was blood on him, too. “You really think that piece of shit is worth screamin’ and cryin’ over? He was sellin’ you, girl, he ain’t worth any grief of yours.”

He released you and looked over his shoulder to the other dark haired man.

“Tommy, got something we can hold her with?” The other man - Tommy, apparently - started going through his bag. He looked toward the blond next. “Vince, gather what you can, we’re heading out in 10. Made a lot of noise here, don’t want to wait and find out what that attracts.”

“Are you going to kill me too?” You asked quietly.

The man who seemed to be in charge cocked his head at you.

“Now why would we go and do a thing like that?” He asked. “Your boyfriend might have been scum but he was right, you’re valuable cargo. You’re gonna be a good girl for us, right?”

You weren’t really sure what to say to that, your heart beating so hard and fast you were sure this man could see your pulse in your throat.

“Don’t really matter either way, does it?” He said as Tommy handed him some rope. “You either cooperate or you’re more trouble than you’re worth and we just kill you. Don’t make much difference to us. Hands out, wrists together.”

You just looked at him and he sighed, pulling his sidearm out again and putting it below your chin. The muzzle was warm and wet from where he’d just killed Zach and, for a moment, you thought you were going to vomit.

“Didn’t I just say I’d kill you if you got to be more trouble than you’re worth?” He said. “You’re already a lot of trouble by bein’ and extra mouth to feed so I recommend cooperating before my temper runs out. So. Hands out, wrists together.”

You obeyed and the man wrapped your wrists in rope tight enough that you had no hope of wriggling out but not so tight that it was painful, just uncomfortable. He wrapped his large hand around the cluster of rope between your wrists and yanked you to your feet.

“Got anything on you I should be worried about?” He asked. “Be a lot easier on you if you tell me now than later.”

“Knife,” you said, voice shaky. “Right pocket.”

“Good girl.”

He reached into your pocket and pulled the weapon free, opening and examining the blade.

“Know how to use this?” He asked, brows raised.

“I’ve used it,” you replied. He nodded and closed it, putting it in his pocket.

“Be a good enough girl for a long enough time and maybe you can get it back,” he said before turning to Tommy. “I’m gettin’ a head start with this one, heading north west, back to site. You know the way.”

“I know it,” he said. “We’ll clear out quick, catch up soon.”

The man who had you grabbed your pack from the floor and slung it over his shoulder before bringing his rifle around to his front, nudging you forward with the muzzle.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Try and take off and I’ll shoot ya. And I don’t miss.”

The man kept close to you, nudging you along in front of him and you tried not to trip on roots and overgrown brush but you’d only been walking about 20 minutes when you failed, falling with a pained grunt. The man sighed and grabbed you by the collar, pulling you to your feet.

“You OK?” He asked, gun pointed at the ground and not at you.

“Yes,” you said, even though your hands were scraped up and your knees hurt and you had your boyfriend’s blood on your skin and your throat hurt from screaming.

“Keep movin’,” he ordered.

You kept looking back over your shoulder at him. He reminded you of a guy you dated once who was in the army. He never looked in one place too long, head constantly turning, looking, searching. There were threats, he knew that. He also knew how to see them coming. The gun was tilted toward the ground but close and ready. You were waiting for him to change his mind about you, to shoot you, too. Part of you wondered if this was part of a game for him, if he was going to walk with you just long enough to lull you into a false sense of security before shooting you. Maybe he liked the fear, the surprise. Maybe he’d given too much away by killing Zach and now he couldn’t get what he wanted from you.

Maybe that was better than the alternative.

You were only walking about an hour when the other men, Tommy and Vince, caught up to you. The man you were with turned and pointed the gun, noticing their approach before you did. You froze, only realizing that it was probably a good time to run now that his attention was elsewhere once it was too late.

“Just us, Joel,” Tommy called as they climbed up the hill you’d just made it up yourselves. “No trouble behind us.”

The man - Joel, apparently - lowered the rifle and the men joined you. They had four packs between the two of them, two you didn’t recognize and two backpacking bags that you recognized as yours and Zach’s. Your stomach turned.

“Not a terrible haul,” Tommy said. “These two had decent gear and must have just taken somethin’ good. A lot of jerky, good stock of ammo, some medical shit.”

Joel looked down at you, his eyebrows raised.

“You know how to use the shit in those bags?” He asked. You just looked back at him. He sighed and grabbed a fist full of your hair, jerking you close to him, making you squeak in shock. “Don’t play dumb, girl, you know how to use that shit?”

“No,” you said sarcastically, not sure where the guts for that came from. “I enjoy hauling around shit I can’t do anything with.”

Joel’s jaw tensed and you weren’t sure if he was about to yell or laugh.

“Not gonna get far with an attitude like that, little rabbit,” Tommy said, but he was smirking a little. “Lot better for you if you just answer the questions when we ask ‘em.”

You looked between the two men closest to you for a moment. You wondered if they were related. Their eyes were the same, same hair, too. They would have been handsome in another context, one where you weren’t afraid they were about to kill you.

“It’s mine,” you said after a moment. “We were backpacking when the outbreak happened, we didn’t even know for a day or two, we were in the middle of the mountains and there weren’t other people around. I know how to use it all.”

Joel released you.

“Good to know you ain’t completely useless,” he said.

“You mean outside the fact that I can save your life?” You bit out. Again, you weren’t sure why.

He snorted.

“Outside of that. Keep movin’.”

With the other men there, Tommy took the lead and you followed, Vince and Joel behind you. You could feel Vince’s eyes on you, the cold, lecherous feeling of his gaze making your stomach churn.

Night was starting to fall by the time you reached a cabin that showed greater signs of people than you’d seen in what felt like forever. There was a stack of wood on the front porch, a line between the house and a tree that looked like it was meant for drying clothes, barrels placed to gather rain water. You stopped, staring at the small structure.

“Inside,” Joel said after a moment.

“I have to pee.”

He sighed.

“Vince,” he said. “Take her to piss. Don’t fuckin’ touch her unless she tries to run, got it?”

Vince groaned but nudged you off to the side of the house with the muzzle of his gun. You looked around, trying to get a lay of the land, see what a good route out might be. There was a small path that looked like it would take you deeper into the woods, eventually up into the Smokies. That was fine. If you could get your pack, you could survive out there for at least a week or two on your own, maybe find a settlement or something. You’d never had to survive on your own, you’d never hunted or shot a human being. Zach had handled that. You weren’t sure how long you could really make it on your own but you’d rather give that a shot than leave yourself to whatever these men had in store for you.

“Here’s good,” Vince said after two minutes of walking. You held out your wrists and he raised his eyebrows. “You think I’m a fucking idiot?”

“I can’t really pull my pants down like this,” you said. “I’m not a man, I can’t just whip my dick out…”

He stomped over to you and unbutton and unzipped your jeans before yanking them down to your knees, ignoring your surprised sound before going back to your hips. His fingers trailed over your skin, sinking into the meat of your ass and making your stomach churn, before he pulled your panties down, too. You could feel his eyes on you, lingering on you, before he stood up.

“There,” he said. “Happy?”

He walked a few steps away and turned back to look at you.

“I can’t go with you watching.”

He shrugged.

“Not my problem. You have to go bad enough, you’ll go.”

You glared at him and held his gaze before squatting and peeing, missing toilet paper and privacy more than you had since the damn outbreak started. You straightened up when you were done and stood there, still looking at him.

“Afraid you’ll have to come pull up my pants, too,” you said. “Since your boss apparently wants you to wait on me hand and foot.”

A muscle in the man’s neck twitched but he stalked over and yanked your clothes back up, harshly buttoning and zipping your jeans before shoving you back toward the cabin hard enough that you stumbled.

Inside, Joel and Tommy were sitting at a rustic table, a fire going in the nearby fireplace. There were two Nalgene bottles of water on the table and a bag of jerky between them. The jerky you recognized. You and Zach had made it just a few days earlier.

You tried not to think about it.

“He behave himself?” Joel asked, stretched out with his legs far in front of him.

“You’re really gonna take this little cunt’s word over mine?” Vince asked.

Joel just kept looking at you, ignoring him entirely.

“Asked you a question girl,” he said. “He keep his hands to himself?”

You glanced at Vince who was staring down Joel, his blue eyes hot and angry. You looked back to Joel.

“He was fine,” you said.

“Good,” Joel said, getting up, grabbing a bottle of water and going over to you. He put one of his huge hands on your shoulder, guiding you to the nearby couch and nudging you down onto it.

You obeyed his unspoken command, lowering yourself slowly down but not relaxing into the cushion, staying on the edge of it.

“Open,” he ordered.

Your eyes narrowed. He glared back.

“Open your mouth,” he said when you didn’t obey.

“You put your dick in my mouth I’ll bite it clean off.”

Joel squared his jaw and held up the bottle of water.

“Don’t got a smaller bottle right now and you can’t hold this with your hands tied. Don’t want you droppin’ dead from dehydration after we went through all the trouble to get you here so open your goddamn mouth.”

You ground your teeth for a moment before you obeyed. He unscrewed the top and poured the water on your tongue, crisp and cool and making you aware of just how thirsty you’d become in the few hours you’d been with him.

“Good girl,” he said. “Was that so hard?”

Eventually, he stopped and you closed your mouth, wiping your lips on the back of your tied hands as he closed the bottle.

“Don’t gotta worry about that shit from us,” he said. “Prefer when a woman begs for it, not about to take it from one who ain’t.”

“Because I can trust what a group of murderers says,” you snapped.

“Murderers,” Joel shrugged. “Not rapists. Hungry?”

“Why?” You asked, tongue still sharp. “Going to be kind enough to give me scraps of the food you stole from me?”

“Something like that,” Joel said. “If you’re gonna try to starve yourself to death, just let me know. Save you the trouble and put you down quick instead.”

You watched him for a moment. For some reason, you trusted what he was saying to you. That he wasn’t going to hurt you - at least, not like that. That he was intending to keep you alive.

“Not hungry,” you said eventually.

Joel shrugged.

“If you change your mind.”

You sat on the edge of the couch cushion as the men took inventory of what they stole from you, what they killed Zach to take. You tried not to cry.

It’s not like you’d been especially close to Zach when the outbreak happened. You hadn’t said “I love you” yet, you’d been dating for a month and a half and fucking for just a few weeks of that.

The backpacking trip had been a spur of the moment thing for both of you. You had some vacation time to burn before the end of the quarter, his job was flexible and you’d bonded over a shared love of the outdoors. You’d ignored the words of caution from your girlfriends when he wanted to take you hiking for a second date, the two of you ending up exhausted but proud as you came to the end of the seven mile trail he’d selected. He kissed you there for the first time, his lips salty with trail mix and sweat and a view of a valley swelling with shades of green spread out below you.

You were somewhere in the mountains when the world collapsed. You didn’t even know it had happened until you returned to where you’d parked your car to find the windows smashed and the inside looted, a body missing a chunk of its skull not far away. You’d ran to it on instinct, dropping to your knees beside them to check their pulse even though it was clear that there was no way they would be alive. Their skin was cold and there were fibrous, vine-like tendrils swarming in their brain.

It had been you and Zach from there. He was more of a survivalist than you. He knew how to hunt and trap, taught you how to skin a rabbit and process a deer. You weren’t sure if you’d truly come to love him or not, if the feeling you had for him was just what happened when you went about surviving the end of the world with another person and became dependent on them for your very life.

But you were certain that he hadn’t loved you. Not really. If he had, he never would have given you over to these men.

You’d never have done that to him.

Maybe you did love him. You weren’t sure you’d ever know.

“Sleep here,” Joel ordered as the day fully shifted to night and Tommy and Vince started readying for bed. “I’m keepin’ watch for now. We were gone long enough, some dumbasses might think they can move in. Don’t try anything.”

He went onto the porch and you stretched out on the couch, the other men going into what you expected were bedrooms at the back of the cabin. Your hands were still bound. You stared at the dying embers of the fire, the orange glow, and cried.

***

Joel needed Vince to stop acting like a shit head.

The man didn’t seem to understand the position he was in. He was the least valuable person here. He was young, he was dumb and he was disposable.

He just didn’t seem to realize it. If he kept looking at you like you were something he could take, he’d find out just how disposable he was.

Joel came in from his watch about 5 a.m. to find you whimpering quietly on the couch. He sighed.

“You really still crying over that jackass you were with?” He asked as you sniffled quietly.

“Shut up,” your voice was thick and wet.

“He ain’t worth it,” he said gently, sitting in the armchair that was near where your head was. He wasn’t sure why he was bothering. But then, he’d never really taken a captive before. He usually just killed people or turned them loose. You were valuable enough to keep and sending you out into the wilderness alone seemed crueler than holding onto you. He just had no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do with you now. “He didn’t know who the fuck we were or what the fuck we’d do with you - lot worse out there than us, little girl - and he handed you over on a silver fuckin’ platter. More than happy to trade your pain for his sorry life.”

“He’s the only person left that I knew,” you said softly. It was the first truly genuine thing Joel had heard you say. Except, maybe, when you asked if he was going to kill you. “I’m alone now.”

“Not alone, little girl,” he said. He wasn’t sure why he was reassuring you. He shouldn’t care. “You’re better off.”

“Why do you call me that?” You asked, lifting your head ever so slightly from the arm of the couch to look at him. “I’m not a little girl…”

“Little compared to me,” he said.

You scoffed and sniffed at the same time.

“You’re a giant,” you said. “Everyone is little compared to you. Don’t see you calling Vinny there little boy…”

Joel laughed a bit.

“Maybe I should. And you’re a girl.”

“I’m a woman,” you said, a spark of defiance in your tone. “I don’t think I’m much younger than you, if I am at all.”

Joel frowned a bit at that.

“How old are you?” He asked after a moment.

You thought for a second, like you were doing the math. Which was fair. It’s not like he’d celebrated his last birthday, either, his stomach twisting at the thought. He had to think about it, too.

“I’m 33,” you said. “How old are you?”

He was surprised. Not that you looked terribly young, now that he thought about it. More that human faces lacked much definition to him anymore. Anyone older than a teenager looked about the same until they started going gray. You just seemed younger.

“I’m 37,” he said.

“Yeah, I’m not a girl,” you said, putting your head back down.

“You could tell me your name,” he said.

You scoffed.

“Then I’m not sure what I’m supposed to call you, little girl,” he said. He could feel you glare at him.

“I had a whole life before,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to Joel. “I had a house and a job and friends and I used to go to dinner and to concerts and buy the people I loved presents. I had a life before.”

He realized then why he’d thought you were younger. You were, possibly, the most human person he’d come across in a year. Some small spark of divine mortality - the juxtaposition of life and a kind of death that was still possible - there in your eyes that didn’t exist in others. It seemed naive, in a way. Made you seem younger than you were. But he wasn’t sure that was it. Maybe you weren’t naive. Maybe part of you was just clinging to your humanity harder than anyone else left.

“We all did,” he said, voice harsher than he’d really meant it to be. There was part of him that wanted to snap that tie in you. It was unfair that you got to keep it when he didn’t. But it was a kindness, too. You’d survive better without it. “You move on. Go to sleep.”

He went to the room he shared with Tommy who was unconscious, sprawled out on the bed and snoring. Joel took the sleeping bag on the floor and stared at the ceiling, trying to make himself not listen for the sound of you crying in the next room.

Things were surprisingly smooth with you for the next two days. Vince was a fucking idiot and got a nasty cut on his arm that you tended to, giving him stitches while he leered at you and Joel ground his teeth.

He felt better with you tied. Your wrists, at the very least, but during the day when the men were coming and going, Joel bound you to a chair at the table.

“Comfortable?” He asked the first time he did it.

“No,” you spat, face scrunched in anger that was so fierce it was almost cute. If Joel even found things cute anymore. “I’m not.”

“You gonna lose a hand from me cuttin’ off your circulation?” He asked instead. You just glared at him. “Good. Stay put, like a good girl.”

“I hate you,” you seethed at him.

Joel shrugged.

“That’s fine,” he said. “Don’t gotta like me to keep me alive, do ya?”

He went outside to gather wood.

By the third night, you were yawning and looked barely conscious before the sun had even set. Joel frowned.

“I keep telling you to sleep,” he said. “You ignoring me for fun or you think exhausting yourself is good for your health?”

“I’d love to sleep,” you snapped. “But something about having my wrists bound keeps me up at night. Maybe it’s the discomfort, maybe it’s the looming threat of death, who can say?”

Joel pulled Tommy and Vince aside after dinner, the men standing in the dirt outside the cabin, snow starting to drift down.

“She hasn’t tried to hurt anyone yet,” Tommy shrugged. “Don’t think she’s gonna go far if she gets away and doesn’t seem like the kind to kill us in our sleep.”

“Don’t like it,” Vince said, glaring at the cabin for a moment before looking back at Joel. “Can’t trust her as far as we can throw her…”

“No one said shit about trust,” Joel cut him off. “But we can’t keep ‘er tied up forever.”

“Fine,” Vince shrugged. “We can put her to use then kill her. Won’t need to tie her up then.”

Joel could hear the blood in his ears.

“Suggest that one more time, little boy, and see how long you last,” he straightened up as he said it, the full six inches he had on the younger man all the more apparent then. “You want to do that kind of shit, find someone else to run with.”

“Fuck, sorry,” he raised his arms in a moment of surrender before crossing them again. “Just don’t come crying to me when she slits your fucking throat.”

“Can’t cry if she kills me, can I?” Joel said, stomping back toward the house, pushing past Vince on the way.

You were still bound to the chair. He wordlessly unwound the rope and you relaxed your elbows, stretching your arms as best you could with your wrists still tied.

“Hands up,” he said. You frowned, just looking at him. “You heard me, you want me to untie you or not? Hands up.”

You practically flung your wrists at him and he tried not to laugh at you as he loosened the knot and pulled the rope from your wrists.

The second you were free, you rolled your shoulders and closed your eyes, groaning at the feeling of it.

“God that’s good,” you moaned before you started flexing your fingers and rotating your wrists before you glared up at him again. “What? You try being tied up for days, see how you deal with it.”

“Rather not,” Joel said, winding up the rope. “Better be a good girl, don’t try anything stupid.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you said as you spread your arms wide and sighed. Joel found himself smiling a little for the first time in he didn’t know how long. He stopped himself.

“Actually get some sleep,” he said, voice gruff. “No good to us exhausted.”

He left you alone, taking the bed in he and Tommy’s room that night and Tommy taking the floor. It took effort to not listen for you moving in the front room as he drifted off.

He wasn’t sure how long he was asleep when Tommy shook him awake.

“Joel,” he said urgently. “She’s gone.”

***

Absolutely none of this was ideal.

You were exhausted, the only thing keeping you upright the adrenaline that ran through your whole body. You didn’t have supplies, your pack and all its valuable contents in the bedrooms of the men. You were stuck running through snow, leaving a clear path to follow until the woods got dense enough that the snow hadn’t piled up much.

But you had to go, you had to go now, now, now, right now. You couldn’t spend another night there like that, not when you had the option to get away, not when you had the use of your arms back.

Your body wouldn’t let you sleep, even for an hour or two, even just for a night to try to make a break for it tomorrow. The second Joel had freed your hands it was like you could feel every part of your body in sharp, acute detail. Every frayed nerve, every thrumming vein, every peaked hair was stark and clear. You couldn’t relax enough to sleep. You had an opening, a chance. You had to take it, you had to.

You didn’t even have your knife.

But you had your body and you knew how to push yourself over long distances in the mountains. You’d been good at it before, too. You’d hiked most of your life, knowing how to get yourself to make it to the top of the next ridge even when your calves were burning and your lungs felt on the verge of collapse you knew you could make it.

All you had to do was do that now, through all the exhaustion and all the panic, and put as much distance between yourself and those men as possible.

You’d find some way to keep yourself alive eventually. There’d be supplies or a settlement. Something. You were sure of that.

Mostly.

Your breath rose in a cloud in front of you and you broke away from the trail into the brush of the woods, thankful that the moon was bright enough that you could have some sense of where you were going.

You were just starting to relax a little when you heard it behind you. A sharp, shrill whistle. You froze.

“Come on out, little rabbit,” Tommy called. “Not gonna hurt you…”

“Shit,” you whispered as you panted for breath. They sounded pretty far away but they’d catch up eventually.

You scrambled through the forest until you reached a cluster of ferns that was thick and full and you ducked into it. If you stayed quiet and still, they’d walk right past you. You could stay put for a while and then find your way from there. Simple.

You tried to not shake from cold and fear as you heard the signs of the men getting close. There was the crunch of sticks, the rustle of leaves and the eerie sound of Vince humming Run, Rabbit, Run. The glare of a flashlight trickled between the ferns and you held your breath, the humming getting louder.

For a second, a glorious second, you thought you were in the clear. Vince had passed your hiding spot, poking through the brush closest to the trail with his rifle but you were just far enough off the trail that he missed you, and you relaxed.

Then you heard the snap of a twig.

“Found you.”

You spun, Vince turning the flashlight on and shining it in your face, all but blinding you. You threw up a hand instinctively to protect your eyes and he grabbed your wrist, yanking you out of your hiding spot and almost pulling your arm out of its socket in the process.

You yelped in pain, you couldn’t help it, and he all but threw you onto the trail. Your eyes were still adjusting to the light but it took you a moment to realize that he had his gun trained on you.

“Knew you’d take off on us,” he said, panting a little. You put your hands up and looked for a way out. “Knew you’d be more trouble than you’re worth…”

You backed away from him, more on instinct than anything else, not able to watch where you were going and you shrieked as you tripped and fell back, landing hard and barely catching yourself before your head smacked into the rock of the path. You rose up on your hands quickly, scrambling back from him as best you could but he was standing, could see where he was going. You didn’t have a hope.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please just… just let me go, you already have my supplies and…”

“Can’t let you go with you knowing where we are,” he replied. “And you were already more trouble than you’re worth in my opinion…”

“I stitched up your arm,” you said, tears stinging at your eyes. “I helped you…”

“And those two idiots won’t even let me fuck you,” he cut you off. “What good is pussy you can’t fuck, hm?”

“Please,” you said again.

“That’s not an answer,” he prowled closer, the muzzle of his rifle so close you could almost touch it. Your heart was in your throat. “Think I’ll just kill you, bet that pretty head of yours would make all kinds of nice colors when I blow it off…”

“Hey!” Tommy snapped, his gun up and pointed at Vince. “Know you’re not threatenin’ to kill her, not when we all agreed to keep her alive.”

“You agreed,” Vince snapped. “You and your asshole brother, not me.”

“That asshole has been keepin’ your sorry ass alive,” Joel growled from behind you. Your head whipped around to see him there, looming large over you. His gun was up, too, pointed at Vince. “You need us a whole hell of a lot more than we need you. You can do what I fuckin’ say or you can move on. But you keep pointing that gun at her and you ain’t gonna have much to move on with.”

The three of them stood there for a moment, Vince aiming at you, Joel and Tommy aiming at him. Your heart felt like it was going to break your ribs it was beating so hard.

Vince lowered his gun. Tommy did the same but Joel left his up.

“Joel,” Vince said but Joel cut him off.

“Don’t like men who don’t listen,” he said. “Not worth shit to me if you can’t take orders. Said you could join me and my brother if you did what you were told.”

“I told you she’d run!” Vince snapped.

“Don’t give a shit,” Joel said. “You think nurses pop up every five fuckin’ feet? She’s valuable. To us and to people we come across. Worth a little trouble. Worth a whole hell of a lot more trouble than you. Know your goddamn place.”

He lowered his gun and looked down to you.

“You alright, little girl?”

You were too shaken to fight the nickname. Instead, you just nodded.

“Good.”

He slung his rifle on his back and reached down, yanking you sharply to your feet, the movement so rough it shocked you. Once you were on your feet, he grabbed you by your chin, his callused fingers harsh on your cheeks, and pulled your face close, so close that you’d expect him to kiss you if he were your lover.

But he wasn’t that. He was your captor.

“Thought I told you not to try anything stupid,” he asked, his face almost eerily calm but his tone on the edge of anger. “You seem smart enough to know better, give you an inch and you decide to take a mile. Several, in fact. Maybe Vince is right, maybe we should kill you…”

“Joel,” Tommy said cautiously but Joel threw him a glare and he quieted.

“You really think you can do better than us out there? Hm?” He demanded. “You think you can survive all on your lonesome?”

“No,” you said, fighting to not cry. You hated that you reacted this way, that when you were scared or mad your first instinct was to cry. “But I could find…”

“Find what?” He cut you off. “Find someone else who’s willin’ to stick their necks out for you? Willing to feed you, shelter you without takin’ more from you?”

He released your chin and you slumped back from him, massaging your face and working your jaw, trying to right it.

“You’re damn lucky to be with us, little girl,” he snapped. “Real damn lucky. Better start actin’ like it instead of running off like some scared little rabbit. Hands out.”

“But…”

“No,” he shook his head firmly. “You lost the privilege of using your fuckin’ hands without my permission. Hands. Out.”

You obeyed, arms trembling, and he bound your wrists together, the ropes finding the same indentations they’d made on your skin before. He dropped your wrists once they were bound and you looked at him as you still fought to not cry. His eyes met yours, sharp and cold.

“You’re mine now,” he said harshly. “Sooner you figure that out, the easier this gets for you. Move.”

The walk back to the cabin felt long and, when you got there, you went to lay on the couch but Joel stopped you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, shrugging out of his coat.

You frowned.

“Going to sleep…”

“Not there you’re not,” he said. “You’re sleepin’ with me, you don’t get to be unsupervised anymore.”

Your eyes went wide and you shook your head.

“No, no, please, you said you weren’t…”

“Wasn’t offerin’ to fuck you, girl,” he cut you off. “You’re sleeping where I can fucking see you so get in my bed.”

Your whole body shook as he nudged you to one of the back rooms. You hadn’t been in one of these before. You had no idea how to try to escape if you needed to. It was stupid of you, you realized now, to trust Joel when he said they might be murderers but they weren’t rapists. Just because they hadn’t forced themselves on you yet didn’t mean they wouldn’t now.

The room wasn’t huge, a queen sized bed in the middle and a sleeping bag on the floor. There was a door - to a closet, you assumed - and a dresser with some picture frames on top.

“Shoes off,” Joel said.

“Please,” you said softly. “Please don’t do this, I…”

“Didn’t I say I wasn’t offering to fuck you?” He asked, sounding exasperated. “I don’t want you tracking dirt into the goddamn bed. Shoes off, get in on that side, one by the dresser. I’ll keep my hands to myself if you will.”

You obeyed and curled as tightly in on yourself as you could, facing away from him. You felt the bed dip as he climbed in, the heat of his body close to yours. But he didn’t touch you.

“Actually sleep,” Joel muttered after a moment.

You glanced over your shoulder at him. He was flat on his back, eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest. The opposite of someone who looked like they were about to grope you the second you passed out.

Still, you rolled to face him, curled tightly on yourself, and watched him until his body loosened and his breaths evened. Tommy snored lightly from the sleeping bag on the floor. You weren’t sure if their unconscious state made it feel safe enough to rest or your body gave out from exhaustion but, the next thing you knew, it was morning and you were alone.

You sat up slowly, hands still bound, an unfamiliar blanket draped over you that hadn’t been the night before.

You made your way slowly, cautiously, to the main part of the small house. The men were talking in low voices around the kitchen table and you hovered for a moment, not sure if you wanted them to notice you or not.

But Tommy was the first to see you there, a slow smile spreading over his face.

“Well hey there little rabbit,” he took a sip from a mug. “You look rested.”

“Probably wore herself out taking off,” Vince muttered.

“Gonna be just you and me today,” Tommy said, ignoring Vince’s comments. “Those two are headin’ out to do some business.”

“Business?” You asked, brows raised. “Is that code for murder?”

“Our business is none of yours, little girl,” Joel said, drinking from a mug of his own. “You stay here, behave yourself, and maybe we’ll bring you something back.”

“Rather not get anything that comes from killing,” you said. “Thanks though.”

Joel just rolled his eyes and shoved back from the table.

“You’ll take what I give you and you’ll like it,” he said, coming to stand in front of you. He put two fingers below your chin and tilted it, forcing you too look him in the eye. “Gonna take off on me again? Or do I need to tie your legs up, too?”

You gritted your teeth.

“No.”

“Good girl.”

Tommy helped you use the bathroom and you sat on the couch with jerky and sore wrists and resentment as you watched Joel and Vince get ready to head out to do… whatever it was they were about to go and do.

You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do to pass the time. You’d had some books in your bags but you weren’t about to risk pissing off the men for a little entertainment.

But Tommy didn’t let you sit in silence for too long, flopping down next to you on the couch as you tried to find patterns in the peeling paint of he wall. You looked at him, cagey. He smiled.

“You’re cute when you sleep.”

You frowned.

“What?”

“You’re cute when you sleep,” he said again. “All curled up and shit, just like a little rabbit.”

You shrank back from him and he put his hands up.

“Not gonna touch you,” he said. “Unless you wanted me to.”

“Well… I don’t.”

He shrugged.

“Didn’t expect you would,” he said.

He was quiet again for a few minutes before he spoke again, a gleam in his eye when he did.

“Wouldn’t happen to play poker, would you?”

You didn’t but he seemed happy enough to teach you. But you couldn’t hold the cards well with your wrists bound and, after a few minutes of struggling, Tommy glanced toward the door like he was half expecting Joel to walk through it.

“Gimme those,” he said, holding his hands out. You thrust your wrists at him faster than you were proud of and he laughed a little, taking hold of you gently. He paused before starting at the rope. “You’re not gonna take off on me, right, little rabbit?”

“Not at the moment,” you said.

“Good,” he replied, untying you. “Not a fan of keepin’ you all tied up anyway…”

You turned your wrists, the bones popping as you luxuriated in the movement.

“Thank you,” you said, massaging one wrist and then the other.

He shrugged.

“The game is Texas Hold ‘Em,” he said, dealing. “We’ll play a few hands open and then see how you do…”

It was oddly easy to forget that you were being held captive when playing cards with Tommy. He was lighter than the other men, more like people you remembered from before, making easy going conversation about things that hadn’t mattered in more than a year.

“I’m still mad that I didn’t get to see the second Matrix,” you said, watching as Tommy put the flop on the table.

“That, darlin’, was a blessing,” he replied. “Wasn’t nearly as good as the first.”

“I heard that, but still,” you said, looking at the seven of clubs, three of hearts and king of clubs on the table and trying not to smile at the seven of spades and king of hearts in your hand. “I think it might have been better than I heard. And maybe it would have made more sense when the third one came out…”

“Maybe,” Tommy said, putting the turn on the table. Ace of diamonds, no good for you. “But I dunno, you seem too smart to like something that shitty.”

“Bold assumption,” you smiled a little and he smiled back.

“Before I put the river card out,” he said. “How about we make this interesting?”

“Interesting,” you frowned. “Interesting how?”

“I win, you tell me something about yourself,” he said. “You win, I’ll give you something you want. Can’t be a weapon but something else.”

You looked at him, brows raised.

“C’mon, little rabbit,” he gave you a cocky smirk. “Let’s have some fun.”

You looked at your hand again.

“Alright,” you smiled a little. “Let’s do it.”

The river was the king of spades and you tried not to smile too wide.

“Alright,” he said, looking like he was holding back a grin himself. “I’ll show you mine then you show me yours.”

You shrugged and he smiled as he put the king of diamonds and the three of spades on the table.

“Full house,” he said. “Kings over threes.”

“Damn,” you sighed. “I just have the kings…” you lowered the card, looking disappointed and enjoyed Tommy’s excited expression for half a second before you put the second card on the table. “Oh, and the sevens. Sevens are higher than threes, right? I mean, I only went to nursing school, I can’t be sure…”

“You little shit,” Tommy laughed. “You’ve got a damn fine poker face on you! Alright, what is it you want?”

“My books,” you said immediately. “I had two, I think, in my pack. I’d like them. Please.”

“I can get you the books,” he smiled. “You sit tight.”

He brought you the books and you played another hand with the same stakes. And another. And another. And more after that.

You got some hair ties and clean socks out of the deal. Tommy got to know your favorite food and what you liked to watch on TV back when there was TV.

After a while, he looked at the books that you’d set aside on the table. He picked up the top one, Slaughterhouse Five.

“Think this was on my reading list in high school,” he said, looking over the back of it. “Never actually read it though.”

“It’s good,” you said. “You missed out.”

“Read it to me,” he said, holding it out to you.

“Read it to you?” You asked, brows raised. “What are you, five?”

“Never much enjoyed reading,” he shrugged, still holding the book out. “But I like listening. Like listening to you well enough. C’mon, little rabbit. Tell me a story.”

You considered him for a moment. You felt oddly safe with Tommy. You weren’t sure if it was because he was showing you kindness and one of the only three people left in the world you knew now or if he was actually safe. You weren’t sure you could trust anything you were thinking and feeling.

But reading to him didn’t sound bad.

“Can we move to the couch?” You asked.

He laughed.

“Think we can manage it.”

You settled on the couch, you folded into a corner and Tommy stretched out. He watched you closely as you opened the book.

“All this happened, more or less…”

You fell asleep on the couch before Joel and Vince made it back but you woke up in he bed, Tommy snoring next to you.

Part 2

A/N: Hey yeah so... this was supposed to be a one shot but it got away from me. So now it's two parts. Part two up sometime within the next week or so ❤️

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #run rabbit #dddne #dubcon #raider!joel #raider!Tommy #dead dove december #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you

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Oasis

AN: I was writing Jack and Miriam fucking in the studio, but then I was like "what if I make it kinda enemies to lovers. Gif from @harlowgifs <3

Requested? My coochie

Warnings: smut, jealous!Jack if you squint

Word Count: 3.2k words

“How can you hate him? He’s literally the sweetest guy ever.” Violeta’s best friend/ stylist/ assistant, Cleo,went on and on.

“You say that because you haven’t been stuck with him for over twelve hours at the studio.” Violeta rolled her eyes, pushing herself up from the ground.

She was picking outfits for the press tour of the Gloria Trevi biopic she was cast in, and she was playing the iconic artist. The press tour started in a few weeks, but Violeta wanted everything ready so she could focus on finishing up her sophomore album. She was nervous, her first album basically skyrocketed her career. Just last year she won both categories she was nominated for at the Grammys, best new artist and best latin pop album. It was validating because, according to her fans, she was snubbed the Latin Grammys. There was a lot of anticipation and pressure for her. Which was why her team and Jack’s teams thought they would make a good collaboration.

Their fans began shipping them when they were seen together at this year’s Met Gala red carpet, waiting for their turn to walk up the stairs. Her fans loved how Jack managed to make her laugh because Violeta was known for her resting bitch face and it was rare for her fans to get candids of her smiling.

They agreed and their mutual friend Nickie Jon was helping them produce it. What Jack and Violeta didn’t expect was they would end up disagreeing on everything. It was Violeta’s song for her upcoming sophomore album, but Jack took it over and kept changing things. It caused arguments between them that Nickie texted them both to either find a new producer or they hash out their shit because he was tired of getting stuck in the middle of them. Now Jack was showing up to her condo so they could hash it out because they both wanted Nickie to work with them.

“If I was stuck twelve hours in a room with Jack Harlow, I wouldn’t leave until every surface is painted white.” Cleo said.

“You’re gross.” Violeta grimaced.

She went to her walk-in closet and picked a black mini dress from Mirror Palais with flower trims along the straps and the neckline. She paired the look with Doc Marten mary janes and some white ankle socks for a preppy look. She came back out and began doing her makeup. She was doing a subtle look with some concealer, light contour and a simple eyeliner look.

“If you can’t stand him, why are you getting all dolled up?” Cleo asked.

“I’m not getting dolled up, I don’t want to look dead. I got home like four hours ago and slept for two hours.” she explained.

The night before she went to some label party and then hit up the after party with some of their friends, Nikie, and some other people. Nickie drove her home when it ended. Violeta knew Nickie for a few years. He was one of the first producers she worked with when she got signed to Atlantic Records. They had an older brother and younger sister dynamic, and it annoyed (and grossed out) when people thought they were an item.

“I’m going to leave you so you can finish getting ready for your lil date.” Cleo smiled sweetly.

“It’s not a date; he hates me, remember.” Violeta reminded her.

“Vee, I’m just saying. There has to be more to it than him suddenly hating you. Maybe he’s just jealous.”

“Oh what?” she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

Cleo shrugged and took all the leftover clothes, shoes, and accessories they didn’t use for the outfit planning.

Violeta finished getting ready half an hour after her best friend left and began cleaning up. She went downstairs and found Rocky, her three year old boxer-pitbull rescue, laid out in the balcony overlooking the gate. It reminded her of the times she would visit her dad’s pueblo and see the dogs on the roof guarding their houses. She whistled him and he got up from the spot, following her outside so he could do his business. Violeta was picking up his business when she saw Jack’s car pull up to the gate through the slits.

Rocky sensed him and began growling at Jack. He was about to press the intercom when Rocky barked at him.

“Let me get a leash.” Violeta called from the other side of the garage.

She patted Rocky’s side, motioning him to follow her. He obliged and went inside. Violeta wrestled on his harness and clicked on his leash. They made their way back down to the gate. She opened the door and stepped out with Rocky.

“Sit.” she told the three year old puppy. He sat next to her and eyed Jack, who was carrying a drink tray and a bag of food. She waved him over.

“He doesn’t bite, right?” Jack asked hesitantly.

“Only if I say so.” she said nonchalantly. She giggled when she saw Jack get almost translucent. “I’m kidding. He’s trained and very friendly. You just showed up when he was doing his business.”

“Oh.” he said in a quiet voice, taking a few steps forward.

“Rocky, this is my friend Jack. He knows Tio Nickie and he’s going to help me make a song.” she explained to the puppy. She reached for Jack’s hand and brought it to him.

Rocky sniffed his hand and got excited. He yipped and nuzzled his face into his hand. Jack gave him a few scratches and just like that they were besties.

The three of them went inside the gate. Jack watched as Violeta locked her gate and put in a code. He followed her up the stairs getting a great view of her ass under her short dress.

“Welcome to my crib, or whatever people would say on MTV.” she gestured unenthusiastically.

Rocky had gone back to his spot out on the balcony, leaving them standing in the entryway.

“I, uh, got you a drink. Nickie said you like the matcha latte with strawberries, so I brought you one.” Jack said, pulling up her drink from the drink tray.

“Oh, thanks.” she said. “So, uh, let’s go work on the song.”

She led him to the basement, which was just another room next to the garage since the rest of the rooms were on top of the garage. She converted it into a home studio. It had everything any artist could possibly need.

Jack looked around reading all her plaques, posters and her awards. He knew of Violeta, and heard a few of her English songs, but he didn't know she was as popular as she is.

“You play?” He asked, nodding his head at the piano.

“Obviously, why else would it be here?” she snapped at him.

Jack frowned. “What the fuck is your problem? I asked a fucking question and you get all defensive.”

“So I’m not supposed to defend myself when some dude questions my work ethic?” Violeta frowned.

“I'm not questioning shit!” He said defensively. He passed his hand over his curls in frustration. “You’re such a piece of work. I don’t even know why I agreed to this shit.”

“Oh fuck you–”

“In your dreams.” Jack snapped.

“Why would I dream about having disappointing sex?” She retorted.

Jack walked up to her, backing her into the wall and leaned down in her ear. “The only disappointing thing about having sex with me is that I would ruin dick for you. After me no one would ever compare and you’re going to spend the rest of your life hoping someone can try to satisfy you.” His hand slowly inched up the outside of her thigh, making Violeta swallow audibly. “Bet your pussy is dripping for me.”

“It's drier than the desert in Sonora.” She said.

It wasn’t. If Jack moved his hand in between her thighs, he’d find a waterfall. “Mhm,” he nodded, taking a step back. He sat on a chair and opened his backpack and pulled out his notes. “So last night I was thinking about cleaning up the bass you had and– what?”

He stopped talking when he saw Violeta look at him angrier than ever.

“You can’t tease someone like that and then go about your day.” She scowled.

Jack set his notebook down on the soundboard and smirked. “So you admit it, I made you wet.”

“What– No! That’s not what I meant. I…” Violeta rambled on.

“Then what did you mean?” He asked, tilting his head inquisitively.

He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs ever so slightly. He had not right to be doing that to her. Not when she's supposed to no be attracted to him. Truthfully she’d been wanting to fuck him since the Met Gala and she’d been sexually frustrated because she hoped to see him at the after party, but he never showed. Nickie later told her that Jack was a homebody and only went to the Met because he had just released his album and needed the promo.

“You still haven’t answered my question: what did you mean?” He said, casually.

“Nothing, let’s get back to work.” Violeta waved him off.

Jack didn’t say anything else. He watched her as she stood in front of the soundboard, typing away on her computer. She pulled up their song and fixed the buttons so they were in at the song's settings.

“Okay, so I was thinking we add more bass to it.” Violeta said, playing a snippet.

Jack shook his head. “It has the right amount, you just have to make it tighter.” He got up and pressed his chest on her back as he fixed up the beat. When he finished he played it back. It sounded perfect. “Like I said–”

Violeta cut him off, pulling him to a kiss. The kiss was messy. The urgency between them increased as lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his hips. She pulled him closer by his shirt, wanting more of him. She moaned in his mouth when she felt his fingertips brush her panties.

Jack nipped and sucked down her neck to find her sweet spot. He barely caught her strangled moan when he nipped the spot between her jaw and neck. He repeated his actions, earning a louder moan from her. He pulled away and pushed her down on the soundboard. Jack peeled off her thong, tossing it behind him. He got down on his knees and pulled Violeta closer to her. He placed her legs on his shoulders.

“Every desert has an oasis and I think I found mine.” He told her.

Without breaking eye contact he spit on her entrance and dug in. He devoured her like he'd been in the desert for an eternity and she was the only who could satisfy his hunger and thirst. Violeta gripped his curls, keeping his head in place as she lifted her hips.

After a while Jack sat up and pushed her legs to her chest, so she was more exposed to him. With one hand, he pulled down the top part of her dress, exposing her breasts. He roughly squeezed them as he continued to eat her out. His nose pressed on her clit, making her a moaning mess. Minutes passed when he finally slid his middle and ring finger in her. With his fingers still fucking her at an agonizing slow pace, he sat Violeta up and brought her mouth to his. Jack's beard was dampened by her arousal, a few drops fell onto her neck, rolling down to her chest.

“I'm close…shit—Jack!” She whimpered and reached down to his wrist.

She tightly gripped the edge of the counter as she came. Once her high faded, Jack let go and let her lean into him. He slipped his fingers out of her and licked them clean, moaning at how delicious she tasted.

“Face the sound board.” Jack said and Violeta complied.

She got down and turned around facing the glass wall infront of them. There was a faint reflection and Violeta watched him take off his shirt and pushed down his pants. She looked over her shoulder and saw him stroking his length.

Violeta's jaw nearly dropped at the size of his cock. She heard the crinkling of a condom wrapped then she felt his breath on her shoulders when he approached, standing behind her. His hand gently pushed her down onto the table and her cheek pressed against the cool wood.

“Ready?” He asked her.

“Yes.” she nodded eagerly, making him chuckle.

Jack slid into her and Violeta let out a pornographic moan. He smirked, grabbing at her hands to pin them behind her back for balance as slowly fucked her. Within minutes, she wanted to tap out, he was more than she could handle, but at the same she couldn’t get enough of him. Jack let go of her hands and his hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Violeta couldn’t hold back. She begged Jack to keep fucking her at that slow and rough pace she never knew existed.

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went back down to her clit. Jack worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Violeta. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over.

“Who’s the only guy who can fuck you like this?” Jack asked. He leaned over, pressing his chest against her back.

“You.” She said breathlessly.

“What’s my name?” He asked in a possessive tone.

“Jack.” Violeta whimpered.

“No one else gets to fuck you like this.” He egged her on.

“No one else.” she agreed.

“Not Nickie.” Jack grunted. “Just me.”

“Only you Jack.”

Those three words were enough to send Jack over the edge. He moaned out her name. His thrusts got sloppy and finally he pulled out, resting his hands on either side of Violeta's body on the table as he leaned forward, hunching over and catching his breath. After few minutes he pulled off the condom, tossing it in a trash bin, and put on his clothes once more.

He opened his notebook and continued, “So I as I was saying…”

*** Three Months Later ***

At midnight, or nine pm Pacific time, Violeta’s sophomore album, Oasis, comes out. She only released two singles off the album: a random ballad and her song with Jack. Their song became an instant hit, debuting at number one and it remained at number one for six weeks. They were currently nominated for a few VMAs for their song and collab. For all her successes, her team is hosting an album release party/listening party in LA for her and the other artists she worked with on her album.

Violeta was dressed to the nines in an ice blue halter mini dress with feathers all over. She wore silver strappy heels that wrapped around all the way her thighs. She was the only one that color. She jokingly told her manager that she wanted everyone else in black or white when they were planning her party. Her manager made it happen for her, and everyone who wasn't in black or white, was turned away.

She spotted Jack at table with his friends and Nickie. After they hooked up, they never spoke about it. He acted like nothing happened and when they were in public he made it clear they were only friends. She wouldn't have cared; she's a professional and knew how to act, but what gotnher was that he was right. He ruined sex for her no one lived up to him.

“Are you going to stop eye fucking him anr finally to fuck you again?” Cleo asked Violeta.

“I wasn’t eye fucking him.” Violeta said, fluffing out the feathers in her dress.

“It's okay to admit you have a think for him.” Her best friend reassured her.

“But I don't.” she denied.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Before she could say anything Violeta’s manager grabbed her wrist and pulled to away.

“Okay, ten seconds.” Violeta’s manager yelled in a mic to get everyone’s attention.

She gathered everyone around to the dance floor. She counted off until and it was finally 9pm. Her manager went on to make a speech about how proud of Violeta she was and how grateful she was of watching grow into the artist she is. She signaled the DJ to play the album.

Violeta’s eyes Jack’s eyes from across the dance floor. She lifted her champagne flute at him as his voice echoed the room.

“‘Who’s the only guy who can fuck you like this?”’

‘“You.”

‘“What’s my name?”’

It cut to the actual song before she actually said his name. She smirked and danced along with Cleo and her other friends. By song three she was tired and went to her VIP section to get a water. Tired of her heels, she sat on one of the couches.

“Way to start your album with a climax.” Jack said, sitting next to her. He playfully nudged his shoulder agisnt hers. “Congrats by the way. Drama let me listen to it a few days ago and it’s fucking good. Did I understand 65% of what you were singing? No, but I fucked with it.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it and thank you for being a part of it. ”

“What AI program did you use to get my voice?” he asked curiously.

Violeta felt her whole body get hot. She g giggled nervously. “Apparently we recorded ourselves that one time and this producer suggested embed it the song.”

Jack hummed in response. The pair sat in silence watching everyone else dance and vibe to Violeta’s album. Itnwas only the two of them in the VIP area.

“Why did you mention Nickie when you were fucking me?” She found herself asking Jack.

“I was jealous because every time we’re at the studio I try to talk to you, you ignore me and only talk to Nickie.” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“I didn’t ignore you.” she crossed her arms.

“Yes, you did. I try to contribute something, but you were too focused on Nickie to notice. If you two are a thing, my bad for bending you over that night.” he shrugged.

“Ew! Nickie is the brother I never had.” she pretended to gag. “He’s the last person I’d fuck.”

“Now I’m embarrassed for thinking that.”

“Was it also why you were a dick to me in the beginning?” Violeta asked him.

“As immature and pathetic as it sounds, yes. Not to toot my own horn, but in our friend group I’m the guy who gets the girls' attention first then the guys. I guess I got jealous that he knew you and you were comfortable around him.” he met her gaze. “I’m sorry for being rude to you and constantly picking fights with you. I’m well aware that shit was stupid.”

“Apology accepted.” she smiled softly.

“I can apologize in a few different ways.” Jack smirked.

Violeta gasped, feigning innocence. “Buy me dinner first. I’m a classy woman.”

“You used a recording of us fucking in your song, but if you want me to ask you out that’s you had to say.”

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#jack harlow #jack harlow smut #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow angst #jack harlow oneshot #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow x oc

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writingforcuteppl · 1 year

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Pop-Tarts

PAIRING: Kenny McCormick x Reader

SUMMARY: There’s nothing in the world that you love the most than having Pop-Tarts for dinner with your boyfriend and his sister.

GENRE: Fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing, a little bit suggestive.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k words

“Are you staying today?” Kenny stood up from the mattress where the two of you were lying. He made his way to his closet and grabbed a shirt he could put on. He also grabbed one of his sweatshirts and threw it your way.

“I dunno, should I?” you asked in a mocking tone while you were putting on his sweatshirt. You loved spending the day at Kenny’s for various reasons, 1) his parents weren’t home most of the time since they were out getting wasted or doing something probably illegal, and 2) Kenny kept an eye on Karen, making sure she was ok and taking care of her. And after so many years of knowing Kenny and spending almost all your evenings and even some nights at his house, you never got tired of spending time with him and Karen.

“You definitely should, baby. You know, we miss you staying here with us. I miss you.” you made your way to him and hugged him by his waist.

“We literally spend every evening together, babe,” you laughed, and he hugged you back.

“I know, but I really miss you at night. Miss you laying beside me, miss your soft touch, miss you letting me lay my head on your chest while you play with my hair, and of course, I also miss the way you moan-” You covered his mouth with your hand before he could continue.

“You’re too naughty. You know well these walls are thin as paper, and Karen’s next door, Kenny,” you said. “Also…” you approached his face to whisper your following words. “Don’t start something you know we won’t be able to finish, got it?” he only nodded and removed your hand from his mouth to kiss you. You grabbed Kenny by the neck to deepen the kiss and smiled into the kiss. You heard a knock on Kenny’s door, and you stopped.

“Guys, not that I want to interrupt whatever you hormonal people are doing in there, but can we have dinner, please?” the two of you laughed at her comment.

“Sure, just give us a moment, Karen,” Kenny answered, and you heard her gag. “She turns 16, and she starts having an attitude’ Kenny sighed, and you just laughed at his comment.

The two of you exited his bedroom and made your way to the kitchen, where Karen was taking three Pop-Tarts packages out of the box so she could warm them up. You made your way to the cupboard and took out three plates while Kenny took three glasses and started to fill them up with each of your favorite beverages.

While Karen was preparing each and one of the Pop-Tarts, you could see Kenny became serious, as if something was bothering him, but he tried to brush it off and act as if nothing was happening.

Having dinner with Kenny and Karen was something you always enjoyed. Most of the time, you would have takeout, but you also enjoyed having this type of dinner. In reality, you really didn’t care about what you were having for dinner. What mattered was the fact that you could enjoy it with your two favorite people in the world.

Karen was talking about how her day went. Kenny always made sure to let her know she could talk about anything with him, even if it was about an ordinary school day, and Karen always enjoyed letting her brother know how her day was. You and Kenny listen attentively, wanting to actually know and understand everything Karen was saying and commenting occasionally. The three of you were almost finishing your dinner when out of nowhere, Karen stood up from his chair.

“Shit.”

“Language,” Kenny reprimanded her.

“Sorry, I forgot I have homework that’s due tomorrow” Karen made her way to her bedroom, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. You waited until you heard Karen’s door shut to start interrogating Kenny on his behavior change a few moments ago.

“Ok, spit it out, McCormick.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, baby.” Kenny grabbed the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. You walked towards Kenny and made him look at you.

“Please, don’t play dumb with me. What’s bugging you?” Kenny sighed. It always amazed him how you were able to tell he was bothered by something, even if he tried to hide it.

“It’s stupid, y’know? Some years ago, Cartman said that girls don’t want to eat pop tarts for dinner and for a reason. I thought about that comment tonight.”

“That fucking fatass.”

“I know that I shouldn’t let his stupid comments affect me, but….” you could see he was exasperated. “It’s just sometimes I think you deserve more than this than me. Not only you but also Karen.”

“Ok, I’m gonna stop you right there, Kenny. First of all, don’t you dare think less of yourself. Haven’t you seen everything that you’ve done for Karen? You made this house better for her. You changed this place so she could live better. You went and found a job and started giving her what she needed and required to give her a better life.”

“It wasn’t all by myself. You also help me.”

“Yeah, but you were the one who did most of it. And last but not least, I love you so much, Kenny. You have no idea how much you mean to me. The way you make me feel is just indescribable in a good way, and I will literally do anything to see you happy. And I don’t care if we are eating pop tarts, or takeout, even if we were eating a 5-star dinner in the most expensive place, I’m gonna be the happiest as long as I’m with you. So stop saying we deserve better because you are better. You are what we need and what we want, got it?”

Kenny was smiling and trying hard to not cry out of happiness. He usually wouldn’t let any type of comment get to him, but sometimes he does overthink and feels he’s never going to be enough. But hearing you say the opposite was all that he needed. Kenny grabbed you by the waist, bringing your body closer to him.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” you smiled.

“Mhm, probably, but I love hearing it.” you gave him a peck on the lips.

“Well, I really love you, Y/n, and I’m so glad I have you in my life.”

“I love you, Kenny McCormick.”

n a v i g a t i o n

Kenny’s Birthday Week Celebration.

#south park fluff #kenny fluff #kenny mccormick fluff #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #south park kenny #south park #south park imagines #south park x reader

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weskerssunglasses · 2 years

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If you do poly relationships could I request a gnc!reader (afab but leans into like soft butch) dating Carlos and Jill? Possibly a mixture of SFW & NSFW?

They're such a great that dating them both seems like it'd be divine. Carlos is emotionally intelligent and Jill speaks her mind so I feel like communicating with them would be easier. Because relationships take collaboration and communication. And they're so steady too. It's not managing a bunch of raging hormones and a couple that's only just figuring each out while adding a third. Instead, they're comfortably established.

Im kicking and screaming my bisexual ass adores this concept!! I haven't written anything poly before and I am personally not polyamorous irl, so if I get anything wrong please let me know so I can improve <3 I didn't do NSFW because I'm not sure how to do NSFW for poly couples justice, my apologies!

Rating: SFW

TWs/CWs: Gender non conforming/gnc reader , AFAB reader, polyamory

SFW:

Although Carlos and Jill got together shortly after the raccoon city incident, you didn't join the relationship until around a year after Wesker's death and Jill's safe return home

You're a close friend to Carlos, which is how you ended up meeting Jill

Jill is forever grateful to you because you 100% kept Carlos from losing it while she was missing and presumed dead

When Jill and Carlos realize they want to add you to their relationship, they invite you over but treat it like a date

Home-cooked meal via Carlos, Jill rents your favorite movie, etc.

Although Carlos isn't afraid to speak his mind, he does have a decent fear of rejection so he lets Jill do most of the talking

Once the three of you are actually together y'all are THE power couple

You're all super open and honest with each other, and because you're all stable adults that actually communicate, fights that are much more than bickering rarely happen

Carlos and Jill are also viciously protective of you, especially if anyone gives you shit for your gender identity and sexuality

Jill punched a transphobe for you once 😶

The three of you prefer to spend time together, but due to conflicting work schedules and what not, none of you tend to get jealous from two of you spending more time together

You and Carlos have to drag Jill away from her work sometimes, and on occasion you'll have a contest to see who can annoy her enough to get her to put her laptop away

Carlos can and will blow up your phone with memes while he'd bored

Jill likes to hold you while she sleeps, and she will fight Carlos if he tries to steal you

Eventually you come to an agreement for night where you're between the two of them

They both adore your soft butch style, and if you prefer to be called handsome Jill will call you that everytime she sees you in a new fit

Carlos thinks you look cooler and dresses better than he does (please give him fashion advice, his closet is exclusively jeans and montone tshirts)

Your relationship is not unlike two bad bitches and their fun golden retriever boyfriend

Overall y'all are super cute, balanced, and have everyone jealous 😌

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #Jill x Carlos x Reader #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #jill valentine x carlos oliveira x reader

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inmydeepestdreams · 10 months

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The friendship between the six of us was special.

When I arrived at university, the hope that I might find a friend was tiny. I’m not very social, I had no interest in clubs and no interest in a sorority. I was certain I’d spend these four years all on my own.

I could lay out how I met each other the six people, but that would take too long. What’s relevant is the link that kept us together: Summer.

Summer was this tall, gorgeous student athlete. She was on a volleyball scholarship and she was a nursing student, that’s how I met her, through our shared major. She asked to borrow my eraser, and I was pulled into her orbit.

That’s what summer does, collects people. She’s beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve seen. She’s always smiling, her teeth weren’t perfect, but it was the best, most radiant smile I’d ever seen. Her blonde curls were sometimes frizzy, but they were perfect in a natural sort of beauty.

For a while I was worried I was simply in love with her, that my perception was entirely invented by my lonely heart, until I realized the other four of our friends felt the same.

Ainsley described being drawn to her like she was the sun. Brittany said she was taken in by Summer’s wicked sense of humor. Quinn said she fell for Summer’s generosity, as the girl shared meals with her when Quinn was between paychecks. Alma said Summer’s cheerfulness pulled her out of her rut of homesickness.

We were all along for the ride.

We were all single. Sometimes as a group we went out to bars, but we were more than okay with hanging out in Summer’s studio apartment. The bed was directly behind the sofa. Four girls piled onto the couch that comfortable sat three. I sat on the shag rug and Ainsley was on the chair across from me.

We were content to stay in. Two of my friends were making fun of Greek life, glad that none of us were interested in that.

“Yeah, my friend was in a sorority,” summer said, not saying who the mysterious ‘friend’ was. Summer was like that, friends of all ages and all walks of life. “They made her do crazy shit to join.”

“Like what?” Alma prompted, her hand on Summer’s knee. Summer leaning with her back against the armrest, her legs over the three girls.

Summer giggled.

“What?”

Everyone leaned forward, excited for a new story.

“They made her and the other pledges watch lesbian porn.”

Silence, followed by uncomfortable giggling.

As far as I knew, my five friends were straight, and I was a closet case, afraid to ruin what I had with them. They never seemed homophobic, but you can never really know.

“What? Why?”

Summer shrugged, smiling.

“I asked her what happened after, but she just got all red and defensive, wouldn’t say more.”

“Oh my god, do you think they like, had an orgy?”

“Oh my god!”

“No!”

“They couldn’t have!”

“Did they?”

“No way!”

Summer giggled at our foolishness. Everyone was blushing and playing at shocked. I watched Summer from the floor, feeling some level of anticipation I wasn’t expecting.

“Its no big deal,” Summer said, the picture of cool. “I’m straight, but I watch lesbian porn sometimes.”

Quinn laughed, sounding unsure. The other girls looked around, trying to gauge reactions about how to proceed.

“What?”

“How can you be straight and watch lesbian porn?”

“What, you guys have never done that? Really? It’s the only kind of porn where the women experience pleasure.”

I felt squirmy on the floor. From across the room, Ainsley raised an unreadable eyebrow at me. I could not contribute to this conversation, afraid my queerness would shine through.

“But…there’s no men…”

Summer huffed, exasperated.

“Im telling you girls, it’s the way to go. Ugh, fine, I’ll show you.”

I’ll show you.

What.

But the tv was turned on. I stared at the floor. The girls on the couch started giggling. One shrieked as Summer opened some unfamiliar porn website. Of course Summer would watch some indie, fancy porn while the rest of us stayed at pornhub.

“Summer…” Ainsley protested quietly, she looked mildly frightened. I felt a connection to her, the two friends on the floor.

Summer either didn’t hear her or ignored her and the video started.

“I’m Jenny and I’m Brooklynn, and this is our video.”

“Oh my god.”

“Summer, stop, no way!”

No one was seriously asking her to stop it, this was a challenge to them now, watch the icky, weird porn, be like Summer, understand Summer.

I could hear Jenny and Brooklynn kissing. It was loud as the room quieted down. Summer also turned the volume up.

I couldn’t watch. I couldn’t. My. Face was hot, I hadn’t come in over a week, it was a recipe for wet panties.

Rustling from the tv. Don’t watch, don’t watch, don’t watch…

“Afraid, Kamie?” Summer’s voice was like music. She was looking down at me. While the others looked on curiously at her words, Summer was looking right through me.

I was horrified. Was this somehow all about me? A ruse to embarrass me? How could she possibly know.

I turned away from her. Once my eyes fixed on the screen, I couldn’t look anywhere else.

It was slow, I didn’t like it to be slow. Their shirts were off, they were making out, one was on top of the other, pushing their titties together.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that in real life.” Summer said, quiet, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

No one was loudly teasing anymore. No one was objecting to the porn. The girls on the screen sat up, hugging each other as they kissed.

“What?”

“Two girls kissing like that. Like, in an aesthetic way, obviously,” Summer said, because she knew a lot about art, everyone accepted the words as normal.

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Brittany agreed, sounding absent.

“Yeah, hey, Kamie? Ainsley? You’re both on the floor. Why don’t you put on a little show for us?”

“Ha ha, Summer,” Ainsley said, assuming she was joking. My mouth was too dry to protest. I couldn’t…oh god.

“Well, it’s easier if you to do it, because I wouldn’t have to get up and release us sofa girlies.”

Oh, that makes sense.

I thought. But no it doesn’t! Why would I make out with Ainsley. Why would…

Ainsley is gorgeous, all my friends were, it was goddamn annoying. Her hair was dyed black, she was wearing it one long braid she kept over her shoulder. Her eyes were deep green, she had freckles over her nose.

And she crossed the room to me.

Oh. My. God.

“Will you take off your shirts? Like the girls in the video?”

The girls in the video were doing much more than kissing. I hadn’t been shirtless in front of them before. My chest wasn’t perky and small like theirs, I was a D cup, I had stretch marks.

“Do you want to?” Ainsley asked, settling in front of me on her knees. How quickly we’ve come to this, doing Summer’s bidding. I was half a second away from a heart attack, Ainsley kissed me.

“Woo!” The girls cheered, but quickly quieted down as we pulled away and looked bashfully at the floor.

“Ill keep them quiet, keep going, lovelies.”

“Okay,” we agreed, like robots. I sat on my knees like Ainsley was, like they were. This time I kissed her, lips finding hers magnetically.

She tasted like bubblegum, the slid of her tongue was professional and smooth. Through layers of shirts and bras, our chests pressed together.

“Take ‘em off!” One of my friends from the couch ordered. I was horny by then, so horny I wasn’t to push Ainsley to the carpet and forget who was in the room with me.

I took off my shirt, Ainsley did too. I moved forward and expertly undid the clasp of her baby blue bra. It popped open, her boobs were freckly too, like her face.

She undid my bra too, so we were pressed together as they fell between us.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” someone said, Alma or Brittany. Ainsley and I started kissing again, hungrily, needy. Our nipples grazed each other, causing me to gasp against her mouth.

Someone took a picture with flash, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck as Ainsleys hand rested on my thigh, fingers close to where I needed attention.

I dug my fingers into her scalp, where her braid disconnected from her skull, ruining it. Somehow, our kissing got deeper, I wanted to crawl inside her, move in there.

“Alright,” Summer said from nearby, so close I jumped. For a moment I forgot about our audience. The women on the tv were still fucking. Loudly.

We broke away. Summer was right there beside us.

“If someone doesn’t kiss me like that, I’ll be jealous.” She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. I wanted to keep kissing Ainsley, but our obsession with Summer made the offer too good to refuse.

I made it to her lips first. She met my kisses eagerly. She tasted like sugar, she must have licked the rim of her mixed drink. We had all only managed one before…this…

Summer’s hands were on my chest, holding my boobs, weighing them. She squeezed, groping as she saw fit. My clit was throbbing, but I focused on kissing my friend.

Meanwhile, Ainsley was alternating between sucking on my neck and hers, I know because we would each momentarily get distracted, enjoying the pleasure our third friend was giving us.

Summer pulled away first, pushing Ainsley back towards me, a silent order.

The sofa had devolved into chaos. Alma was in Quinn’s lap, her tongue down her throat. Alma was almost completely naked, save for boxers in place of underwear. Brittany was woefully abandoned, looking at everyone with wide eyes.

It had started, officially. This was what Summer always wanted, I knew it in that moment. I was just along for the ride like the rest of them.

I pushed Ainsley to the carpet, slotted our legs together, grinding on her as we kissed. She was more sensitive than I was, moaning outright as our clothes pussies rubbed together. I needed a little more than that, but I enjoyed her pleasure.

I sat up, attempting to control the situation a bit more. I writhed against her. Her mouth fell open, eyes squeezed shut as she moaned. It was so gorgeous, that when the flash of Summer’s camera covered us, I hardly cared. I wanted us to be remembered this way. Ainsley horny, mid-moan under me, and me, making her feel that way.

“Come on, Brittany, do more than soak your panties.” Summer pushed Brittany’s shoulder. I looked at her hungrily as I rocked my hips, dragging another high pitched moan out of Ainsley. “Go see the experienced lesbo.”

If this were any other situation, I’d be mortified that Summer apparently knew my secret, but I was drunk on this, and Brittany was as pretty as the rest of my friends.

I moved slightly, stopping the pressure on Ainsley.

“No, wait, please don’t go,” she practically sobbed. Which. Jesus Christ.

I kissed Brittany, but was instantly annoyed. Summer was just watching. Quinn and Alma were making out on the couch still, lazily, slowly, like the porn she liked. If summer wantsd this, I wanted her involved.

I directed Brittany towards Ainsley.

“She’s so worked up, making her come will be a breeze,” I whispered in Brittany’s ear. Ainsley still looked wide eyed and desperate. I wanted her, but I had a new target.

“Hello.”

I pushed Summer against the back of the couch, near the kissing girls, and hovered over her.

“How long have you planned this? Hmm?”

I trailed my index finger down her face, resting under her chin to lift her head slightly, forcing her eyes on mine.

“How many photos have you taken for your personal collection.”

“I, uh…” she fumbled with her phone, it slipped right out of her hands and down the cracks of the couch.

“And if I touch you, what am I gonna find? See, Summer, you talk a big game, but you’re just as horny and queer as the rest of us. Aren’t you?”

Her eyelids lowered, she was looking strictly at my lips. Long lashes, plump pink lip glossed lips.

“I knew you’d like this,” she breathed, then surprised me by lurching forward.

Things moved beyond kissing quite fast.

They started with Ainsley and Brittany on the floor. Ainsley’s pants were off and Brittany was openly fingering her, in front of everyone, under the bright lights. Ainsley was not quiet about it either.

Ainsley’s performance got quinn and Alma to slither onto the floor. They were all touching her, but I couldn’t focus long enough on that. No, it was Summer for me. Only Summer.

I pushed her length wise down on the couch, her long legs took up most of it. She whimpered as I opened the button of her shorts and slipped my hand inside to find wet panties.

I nipped at her skin, she was blushing pretty pink.

Whenever I glanced to the side, my friends were a writhing mess of tangled limbs, half-removed clothes. They were moving as soon, the pairs had joined, but I wanted to make Summer come before I inserted myself into the pile.

“I could tell you were gay,” she said as I rubbed her clit, she was breathing heavy, actively biting back moans I needed to hear. “You tried to pretend but it was obvious.”

I fucked her on my fingers, momentarily pulling away to remove her shorts and soaking panties completely. Not before showing them off to Summer.

“Yeah? What’s this? You could tell I was gay?” I asked as I pressed a kiss to her torso. She shivered. Someone on the ground was coming, Ainsley probably.

“Yes.”

I kissed her hipbone. Her hips lifted slightly, but she controlled herself.

I was gonna say something like takes one to know one, but that was cheesy.

“I think planning a sex party for you girl group is more gay than I have ever been.”

She growled, frustrated. Through gritted teeth she said “shut up and make me come.”

Whatever. She wanted to come? Maybe I’ll make an effort to ruin any sex she has in the future. She can fuck anyone she wants, but she’ll always compare it to-

“Fuck!” Summer yelped, practically, as I licked at her clit.

My brain could separate her shuddering breaths from those on the floor. I wasn’t paying attention to them, anyway. It didn’t matter what they were doing, I was focused on her and her pretty pussy.

I sucked on her clit, fucking her with two fingers. It really was that simple, and she was gone. She wasn’t lasting, I could tell by the way she clenched around me, tight and wet and desperate.

“Fuck-“ it was a choked-off cry, and she was coming. Her hips lifted off the couch, I followed her, continuing to eat her through it.

When I pulled away, I eyed her. Panting, spent. She looked pretty even there, with mascara smudged, hair sweaty on her forehead.

I looked to the floor, only to find the girls all sitting there in various states of undress, watching with open adoration. Ainsley looked blissfully fucked out, she was holding her phone. It was pointed only at summer, recording her reactions to the sex. Good, the memory would be helpful for us all, going forward.

“Um, Kamie?” Brittany asked, her chest was out, her lips were swollen, and I was so horny I felt less than human. “Do you think you could make me come like that?”

They all looked at me, wide eyed and curious.

Yes. But not before I got my own pleasure. Ainsley put down the phone, but only for a moment. When the evening was over and everyone went their separate ways, the group chat was flooded with pictures and videos from the night, everyone remarking on what was captured, what fun they had.

#the friend group #unedited #work? nah not safe #it didn’t come out the way I wanted oops #whatever #maybe a new series idk

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Oooooh I’m 100% all over number threeeeeeee please!

WARNING! (18+) for mentions of illicit drug use

Y/N couldn't tell you what Harry or his friends were thinking when they called her up at nearly 1am to see if they could stop by and pick something up but not what she sold in her dispensary, is specifically what Tyler had shouted in the background. She just shook her head with a grin and responded with a "yeah, sure."

And that's how 20 minutes later Harry, Tyler, Mitch, Tom, and Jeffrey filed into her apartment looking like a band of robbers. She assumes they were trying to look inconspicuous, but it was May in L.A., meaning it was already hot and they were all in hoodies and sweats with their hoods over their heads. Harry, Mitch, and Tyler looked particularly “inconspicuous” with the sunglasses over their eyes. At 1am. She cackled as she shut the door behind them.

"You guys look stupid." she said through a chuckle as she walked into her apartment's living room to see Tom, Tyler, and Jeffrey sitting on the couch while Mitch and Harry busied themselves with looking very intently at some embroidery hoop of Van Gogh's Starry night she had hung up against one of the walls.

"Y/N, can I have this?" Harry asked, she sniggered at the fact that he still had his sunglasses on.

"No. You may not."

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Because I really like it, OK?" she said and he huffed and turned back to it, "Are you all high?" she asked them.

"Yeah, but them more than us." Jeffrey said.

"And you drove here from Malibu?"

"No, what the fuck! We took an uber, OK? I mean a $75 uber, but that's only because we're responsible adults!" Tyler scoffed and she giggled.

"Yeah, I can see that." she teased looking at the three men before her, not sure who to direct her attention to knowing that they were all high. She then flickered her eyes over to Harry and Mitch who had removed the embroidery hoop from the wall and were talking about who knows what quietly as they pet at the threads. "What did you take?" she asked instead as she giggled.

"They took like half their dose of shrooms." Tom said and she nodded, "So not too much and we just took two of those edibles I got last week. They are potent, s'good shit." he said and Jeffrey nodded in agreement.

"Why thank you." she hummed. "So what do you want?"

"I need coke, I have to work while the ideas are pouring in and the THC is fucking with my follow through." he said and she smiled, she knew full well what he meant. "Just an 8-ball, yeah?"

"OK, I'll be right back." she said and headed off to her closet where she kept her safe.

She did have some drugs other than weed for personal use, but she didn't normally do side deals like this since this was her personal stash. Every now and again she would just sell a bit or share from her own stash for close friends or people she trusts, like now. Tom and Jeffrey had both been customers of her dispensary for many years and they became her friends. Then, when Harry became friends with them he would come to her store or contact her if he wanted anything. She had sold other things to him about once or twice over the years. She grabbed the little baggy of coke and locked up the safe before heading back out to find most of them in the same position as before except Harry, he was in her kitchen rifling through the cabinets.

"Here." she said tossing the baggy to Tom before hurrying over to the kitchen.

"What do I owe you?"

"Nothing, we're good. I've had it for a few months and haven't really been interested in taking it. Don't want it sitting there too long and going to waste, you know?" she called back, "Can I help you with something?" she asked with a smile.

"Was looking for a glass." he mumbled, "Also your face is melting. You should, probably get that checked with your doctor." he said with a small pout.

"OK, I will." she said with a smile before she headed towards the cabinet where she stored her glasses and reached for one. "Do you want room temp or cold water?" she asked him turning back to him. The key to these things is to just treat people normal as to not overstimulate them.

"Do you promise?" he asked her, "To get it checked? Like you're so pretty and it would suck if you stayed looking like a melted ice cream cone, y'know?" she giggled at his incoherence.

"Yeah, Har. I promise." she responded and decided on just giving him cold water from the jar in her fridge. He drank it down quite quickly and she poured him another glass before asking everyone else if they wanted water, which they all said yes. Soon enough, she was back before Tom and Jeff who were giggling at something so much so that their faces had gone red. Tyler was listening to music now and Harry and Mitch were sitting on the floor in the middle of a thumb war as they laughed their heads off. Oh the joys of being on drugs...

"Are you sure about the coke?" Tom asked her once he had calmed down from his laughing fit.

"Yeah, dude. Don't worry about it."

"The closest uber XL is 40 minutes away." Jeffrey mumbled.

"Shit, really?" Tom sighed and Jeffrey nodded.

"Do you mind if we wait here?" he asked Y/N.

"Of course not. But if you want I can drive you guys? Might have to squeeze in the back seat, but I don't mind. Save you some money." she said.

"We're all the way in Malibu, s'that OK?" Tom asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, s'cool."

"Do you want to crash there, s'pretty late? There's rooms there and all, I'm sure these guy'll just crash in the live room or something." he suggested.

"If that's OK?" He nodded and assured her it was fine. So she just threw a change of clothes and her face wash and toothbrush in a tote before rounding them all up.

The drive was fun, they all took turns choosing songs and well, one could imagine how a bunch of drugged up musicians sounded like all piled in a car together. It was chaos, but it was fun. When they finally arrived at the studio Tom let them all in and they all filtered into the lounge. They were all chatting and laughing as Tom started to split a few lines with the keycard to the studio's gate. He offered everyone a line and Y/N declined as she just immersed herself into the delicious couch. Mitch excused himself, presumably to get to bed and Jeff was now passed out on one of the gigantic bean bags in the lounge. Tom ended up splitting a line for himself, Tyler, and Harry. She knew Tom and Tyler would be alright, but she wasn't sure how often Harry did drugs like this, as in mixing things, so she was glad she was sober to keep an eye out on him. They all migrated to the control room and it took about 10 minutes for the drug to hit and Tyler and Tom just started going for it. Harry was sitting across from her on the little bench against the window and it looked like he was hard at work.

"What're you working on?" she asked him, he was scribbling like mad and was looking a bit stressed.

"I can't write." he said to her, "I forgot how to write like words." he said and she remained calm as she went and sat next to him and took the journal that literally was full of nonsense and scribbles from his hands.

"Is my face still melty?" she asked and he looked confused for a moment but then shook his head. That was good, he was likely coming off the peak of the high, but the coke probably fucked him a bit.

"Everything else is a little swirly though," he said as he looked around.

"Well, that's why you can't write right now." she explained calmly, "But it'll go back to normal soon, OK?" she assured as she looked into his eyes, she saw his pupils were blown out enormously.

"OK. OK. OK." He said softly but shakily and she bit her lip, if she didn't calm him down he was about to spiral into a bad trip. The room was pretty muted down, but all the lights were on and he needed as least visual stimulation as possible so that he wouldn't work himself up or get sick. He seemed to know that deep down because he pulled his sunglasses down from the top of his head and over his eyes.

"Here, come with me." she said grabbing his hand as she stood. He followed her without hesitation and she took him outside. The night was cool and she was envious of him wrapped up in his hoodie and coat since she was just in a thin long-sleeved t-shirt and shorts. "S'this better? Not too bright?" she asked and he nodded, "Good." she smiled, "C'mon." she continued guiding him down a path to where they could stand at the fence and look right to the pacific ocean. She was sure that his heart was pounding and that visually the world might look like a mess a bit, so she needed to ensure he didn't tip over the edge. She grabbed his hand and placed it over her chest, holding it there.

"Hey, look at me." she said and he glanced down. She smiled as he still had the blasted sun glasses on and she reached up with her other hand to take them off of his face.

"Oh, that's better." He said and she giggled.

"Good. Match my breathing, OK." she said to him, "Look at the sky, look at the moon, whatever, but just focus on the feeling of my breathing." she said and he nodded. His eyes did start to wonder everywhere, she knew that the coke probably made him want to jump off a roof or run down to the beach. So she needed to let him get it out without running wild, she could see his chest start to slow down now, "Better?" she asked and he nodded.

"Can I hug you? You look soft." he said and she smiled and nodded. Having his strong arms wrapped around her brought her the warmth she was craving. It didn't feel weird when he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her perfume. She'd done it plenty of times in this state - the more he used his senses the more he'd be grounded. He then started swaying them, the inkling of the potentially bad trip had dissipated enough.

"Should we dance?" she asked and he nodded with a big smile. She pulled out her phone and decided that classical music was the way to go. It was complex and beautiful and dramatic enough to allow him to feel and express without the intensity of electric and modern music. Sometimes those sounds effects did weird things to your brain. "So you can pretend that we're at some fancy ball or something and I'm the new mysterious debutante in town." she said and he chuckled and with all of the formality in the world and an exaggeratedly posh British accent he asked her to dance and they did. They danced and swirled and twirled and laughed as they added on to the fictional scenario she had suggested for him. He was really chatty as the cocaine did its thing.

"Is our story anything like Bridgerton?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"No, Harry." she laughed as he pouted.

"What? Not even a quickie against a tree?" he asked sounding quite offended.

"Out of everything you saw that was the most memorable one for you?" she giggled.

"Yeah. Exhibitionism is not even an option for someone like me, OK?" he stated and she hummed, that was true, "I would kill to be Anthony in that moment." he confessed and she grinned.

"I'm definitely an Eloise-type so no fucking against a tree for me." she expressed.

"Lame." he said before spinning her quickly. She slipped on the damp grass and lost her balance. In an attempt to stay up she hugged around him, but he came tumbling down as well and soon they were just on the grass laughing loudly at their mishap. Y/N was on top of him and holding herself up against his chest. The moon was directly behind her and the glow surrounding her made her look like one of those angelic figures, it made his heart pound as the light swirled around her beautifully. It was so bright.

"Let's sit you up, come on." she said and he criss-crossed on the cold grass.

"The moon's really bright." he hummed and she gave him back his sunglass which he slipped on immediately.

"Did you get these because of Kurt Cobain?" she asked with a smile, her hand softly caressing the part of his knee that was exposed from a tear in his pants, another little thing to keep him grounded. He was doing really well.

"Course." he answered easily and pulled out his phone, a slight pout on his face as he tried to enter his password. She started to giggle.

"Kinda look like Damian from Mean Girls." she pointed out and he grinned.

"Yeah?" she nodded, "I wanna see, take a picture."

"OK." she hummed and scooted back some, "I'm gonna use the flash, OK. So close your eyes or something."

"K." he responded and she brought her phone up.

"She doesn't even go here!" he shouted before sticking his tongue out and she burst into laughter as she snapped the picture. He loved the sound of her laughter, specially now. It was mixing in with the sound of the waves crashing on the shore not too far from them, "Look." she said handing him her phone and he grinned.

"Sick."

"Definitely." she agreed, "S'gonna be your contact photo, OK?"

"OK." he smiled. The effects of the coke would wear off in a half an hour or so. And he was a lot more coherent, so the effects of the shrooms had more than likely started to fizzle now. They sat in silence for a bit, "Thanks for taking care of me. Got a little too reckless." he hummed softly.

"Did you feel good and have fun though?" she asked and he nodded with a smile, "Good." she hummed before exhaling slowly.

***** 2 Weeks later *****

"Ummm H, a package or something came for you!" Tyler announced as he walked back into the studio with the UPS package that had been left against the perimeter fence.

Harry hurried out with a confused look on his face. He hadn't ordered anything and he wasn't expecting anything from anyone. He grabbed it from Tyler with a shrug.

"OK, thanks." he muttered before heading back to the room he was currently sharing with Mitch. He sat on the bed and tore open the box, it wasn't huge or heavy, so he was a bit confused as to what it could be. As he tipped over the opening to gently slide out the contents of the package his lips instantly curved into a smile. It was the embroidered Starry Night from Y/N's apartment. A little note slipped out towards the end and he grabbed it quickly.

Because you liked it so much. Enjoy! - Y/N

Harry was now smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. He'd been a mess and she'd made sure he was well taken care of that night and now this? Y/N was sweet and selfless and now he had to conjure up an excuse to see her again. He just had to.

#writing #picture prompt challenge #harry styles #harry styles fan fic #0nlythrowharrybeaux

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Review of the making of the map by fox_pitch

I'm new to marauders, this is the second fic I've read.

Summary: I liked this fic, a lot. It was a fun read and I really liked the progression of both Wolfstar and James/Lili (is it Jilly? I can’t remember). A bit less angsty than what I usually read and some parts felt underbaked, but the author kept my attention INCREDIBLY. I stayed up about four hours later than I usually do binge reading this. Very good.

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE BEWARE

Since chapters are shorter ill do bigger recaps infrequently throughout, but still little chapter notes

Chapter one

YES THEY’RE NOT GAY YET

Cannot wait to see this unfold <3333

Aw they’re so cute, definitely a wolf star focus

I hope this goes through seventh year so I can see James and lily play out

Chapter two

Why did I not process its the first day of term thats wild and crazy

Ok so lily still is buddies with Snape which tracks timeline wise I guess

Do they pants him at the end of the fifth or sixth year I can’t remember

I am confused on the lily dynamic tbh what does she think of the group

Chapter three

This one kinda ate, im liking the short chapters I get more invested in each part of the story

Obviously I know they’re not just gonna kill off Peter, but him dying in the shack did cross my mind

I wonder when lupin gets the potion stuff

Chapter four

MURDER MYSTORY??? HOW FUN

I hope remus gets over himself soon how was Sirius supposed to know how intense the situation was bruh

Blanket statement that I apologize for all shitty teenage boy behavior they need to chill

Chapter five

Calling him inbred is hilarious Im liking remus’s pov

Hes gay James stop

Literally he’s gonna go be ur wingman be happy

Good chapter very chill

RECAP FIRST FIVE CHAPTERS

I like the silliness thats been in this so far. I am NOT liking that remus and Sirius aren’t talking to each other. Is it a narrative device? Absolutely. But I despise it so much.

I think Sirius’ characterization is very good so far, I’m surprised they haven’t fleshed out the Regulus stuff more yet. Hopefully will get his pov soon

God I hope this is a save reggie fic cmon

I really hope this passage is the one to honey dukes.

Im sure the plots about to pick up more since they’re actually making the map

Chapter six

If I was lily I would’ve folded so fucking fast bruh

Like I know he’s annoying but like he’s cute, and likes her so much, and is clearly like progressive what is the problem

Anyway, sirius needs to chill if he wants to be gay

Chapter seven

Closet time closet time its time to be emotional in the closetttt

Calling him a cat is funny

Sirius is my fave because he’s also like a fixer upper with issues but he’s not EVILL he just has trauma

And he actually wants to be the best version of himself yk (unlike some dumb ass fucking bitches I know)

Chapter eight

SHE DID NOT JUST CRUCIO HIM

Cradling his head

Sirius licking him

God can marlene just fucking kill herself please

Chapter nine

Honestly there is no world in which I wouldnt feel awkward with my friends jokingly offering to kiss me as a form of like emotional comfort like thats not normal

Like my best friend gave me a big hug after I broke up with my ex she’s not gonna go “oh haha idk what else to do other than make out with you lol lol.” Sirius what the fuck

Anyway I love to see the lily and James bonding but I can tell it makes remus feel lonelier

Wonder if we’re gonna get Peter development at all

Chapter ten

I dont even want to write uodates anymore because im liking the fic too much

Hes so stressed abt being gay I thought he already knew he was gay bruh Sirius is clueless obvi

Chapter 11

JUMPSCARE FANART BAD BAD FANART ITS TERRIBLE

Love how the maps coming together

This is not going over well with Sirius im sure

Ok so bed making out

Im so fucking horny I need to make out with someone STAT

Preferably someone with a penis bc it confirms they like me but tbh I don’t give a shit

Its 1:12 am

So it did go over well with Sirius. I expected some internalized homophobia or something but he’s actually being chill for once

OKAYYYYYYY RECAP TO CHAPTER TWENTY ONE 💋💋💋

so i got so engrossed in the story that i forgot to write my chapter notes

but so far i feel fantastic about it

LOVE LILY AND JAMES' DYNAMIC ITS SO GOOD

the regulus thing is making me want to kms. i have like no hope for reg redemption bc the fic isn't long enough, and i feel like all that happens will be the murder mystery and MAYBE gay shit

sirius was SO STUPID with marlene like clearly remus has some issues with being open and you need to like discuss,, not make out with some other bitch

also them both being bi is not what i expected? feel like remus should be gay

peters character is... interesting. why are they friends with him. also he has bo gryffy qualities wtf.

Recap AGAIN but not done yet

Ok, the wormhole shit is interesting. Poor elves.

I wonder what happened to them, is this the in between place or whatever?

They’re being too romantic on the battlefield you gotta lock in guys

Also I thought an avada grazing you killed you no matter what

Also Sirius fully used crucio and nobody like cared other than remus. Like no commentary

WHERE’S JAMES BRUH

Hilarious. Peak comedy. Coming back to life and IMMEDIATELY kissing Lily. Her being grossed out. Literally perfect.

Ok the introduction of the OOTP, seems good.

Honestly really like what I’ve seen in the fic, but it’s a bit TOO silly for my tastes. I need more angst.

Like obviously I want Remus and Sirius to be openly gay and in love but it was too easy in this fic, like with Destiel its always SUCH an issue lmao.

TOTAL RECAP:

I liked this fic, a lot. It was a fun read and I really liked the progression of both Wolfstar and James/Lili (is it Jilly? I can’t remember)

I do feel like it was a little too light at times, there wasn’t a whole lot of grey area morally, and a lot of big issues weren’t fully fleshed out. I wish they’d dived into Regulus more, and Snape. I wish they’d addressed Sirius’ use of the Cruiciatus curse, and I wish they’d address Dumbledores failings more directly

Werewolf shit was fantastic to read, the angst, the fear, the violence, the drama. I thought the transformations were excellently done and I really enjoyed the progression of them figuring out the roaming/playing

Hogsmeade passage shut off? Strange.

I did not enjoy that I cannot be sure they are safe. That’s a benefit of post-hog warts fic, if its truly marauders James and Lily often don’t die.

Overall very happy fic. I did love the aggressive use of drunkness as a plot device, I liked Lily’s characterization for the most part, and it was pretty addicting in the middle.

I thought Characterization was good, not fantastic but definitely good. Peter threw me, not very likable. It’s hard to do him correctly and have him add worth to the story, but I just did not like him the whole time, and I felt like Remus and Sirius both didn’t care for him and found him annoying.

7.5/10 <3

My rankings are not supposed to be biased. Horrible shitty fic would get like a one, something readable but bad would get a fourish. Most fics that I read will be around 7-9 simply because I sort by Kudos and get recs from misuss so they’re better quality to begin with.

Great light silly read, with just enough depth to keep it interesting. I could see myself re-reading this fic once I get to know the marauders better.

Also, I do not like the fanart in this fic but I'm sure that's not universal. The artist is credited within the fic but I'd like to tag them here just to acknoledge the hard work that went into it. I checked them out and ADORE some of their other work, this one was just not to my liking. They have some percy jackson shit up that EATS.

@komodokai on instagram

#marauders #fic reviews #fic rec #wolfstar #gay shit #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #sirius black #regulus black #jily #wolfstar fic #fanart i dont like #but im a fanart hater 99% of the time #let me actually link the artist i almost forgot to do that

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Scavengers Part Two: The Chase

Part 1!

TW: Language. Perilous situations. Threats.

SUMMARY: The continuation to search for the truth pulls you into a dangerous situation…

WORD COUNT: 1300

Scavengers Part 2: The Chase

A Fizgerald tycoon, A King of a diet, place my pieces together, go ahead and just try it.

There is more to be seen in the Andrews' attic, secrets bound being proud and lost in Austen and Harper looking at birds, but do not just trust in our words.

For clue number three is for those who look closest, but not close enough to lose the main focus...

You read the riddle aloud three times over as you sat on the bench outside of the dean's office. As the sight of Ward exiting the lot was enough to send you both still with temporary uncertainty, Pope redirected his focus to that of the cobalt paper only visible with that of the light from his phone coming from beneath due to a hidden message technique.

"Lost in Austen...Jane Austen!" You were quick to your feet, racing to the library as he called behind you in confusion, your name uttered with annoyance to your quick step before he saw you tear past the librarian and into the section of the building designated for the literary work you were in search of.

"Jane Austen. Proud to be lost in Austen..." Removing Pride and Prejudice from the shelf, you began to scan the book for anything of note. But when all you found were the same expected pages you'd recalled on a syllabus from high school, it would be him that caught the clue itself.

"Hey..." Removing the library card from the back, he saw how it was unique. A color aside from the usual yellow or white that held a Dewey decimal code unfinished. But upon doing so, your fingers would brush in such a way that shouldn’t have affected you as it had. But with the adrenaline behind each second together, accentuated by the race against time facing you, it was enough to still you both before his voice would break the moment that held the potential to be the start of something new or even something sweet.

"What were the other clues?"

"A Fitzgerald tycoon?"

"Great Gatsby!" You spoke in unison, sprinting to the other side of the library before taking the book from the shelf, finding the library card and another piece to the puzzle.

A King on a diet would bring Stephen King's ‘Thinner’ as another number, followed by V.C. Andrews's ‘Flowers in the Attic’, and yet the final book would be missing from its shelf.

"How can I help you?" The librarian asked as she smiled from behind the desk.

"To kill a mockingbird? Do you only have one copy?"

"Yes...that was checked out..."

"Can you tell me when it's expected back?" But as she looked at the details she suddenly grew anxious.

"Actually, it was sent to another library, excuse me..."

As she moved to a back office, Pope slipped his way behind the counter.

"What are you-"

"Clearly this book means something." His eyes widened.

"What?!"

"Kiara Carrera…was expected to return…a year ago today..."

"Then we have to get that book-"

"How?"

"I happen to know her roommate..." You let out a breath before making your way to the designated room belonging to her roommate.

"Wow...thought the next time I'd see you would be at graduation...Was hoping I wouldn't have to until then."

"I'm here for the scavenger hunt-"

"Really? Well I'm not telling you shit, not like you'd figure it out anyway. Although maybe with his help-"

"I just need to know if Kiara left anything over from-"

"Are you seriously having a macabre moment right now? Making an excuse to go through her stuff?" But as you explained the details, it would be Ppe that would convince her as he showed the library cards and she forfeited the need to fight. While returning to her nails, she would keep half focused on you as you rummaged through a box of Kiara's things that she kept in the back of her closet ‘just in case’. But this was reason enough for you to bring your focus to the missing book.

Upon opening it, that final clue card offering the decimal identification for another classic book, another piece of paper fell to the floor. It went by unnoticed as you and Pope were too distracted by the decimal number to make note, locking gazes a bit too long for either of your liking, before noticing what Sarah held.

"What the hell?" She asked with a glare.

"What is my dad's bank routing number doing in that book?"

"You know his routing number?"

"Yeah, he needed mine and Rafe's help with all the online stuff before we went off to college so we memorized it...Why did Kiara have it?"

You and Pope looked to each other with confusion before you agreed to remain and clue Sarah into what had transpired as he moved to the library to get the book that the cards had led to.

But as you had spoken to Sarah, who was understandably defensive, you managed to convince her enough to gain some form of her trust as she explained details with her father that fit into the details of Kiara's disappearance. But as the time had surpassed what was expected for Pope’s return, you set out in search of him, agreeing to meet back in an hour.

But once you moved to the library, you would find a sudden grip taking you to the pillars leading from romance to algebra textbooks, keeping you concealed with desperation.

"Don't move." As you were able to observe him, you saw a busted lip and line of blood from his temple.

"Pope..." The momentary care you had surprised you both as he had become lost in your eyes just had you had been in his. Soft fingers pressed to his skin would bring him to drop a gaze to your lips before he pushed himself against you.

"You kids shouldn't be on here-" A security guard spoke as he popped a button of your sweater before pulling back in a way that made it appear as if you had been stealing a moment for passionate purposes. A moment you wish and and true as you missed his presence the minute he had pulled away from you. Also a moment you were annoyed couldn’t be explored as you were discovered just before you were certain he’d kiss you…

"Sorry, sir.."

"Are you okay?" The guard asked Pope upon noting the blood.

"She just likes to get a little rough-" You hit Pope on the chest before following him from the library, as you caught his arm.

"What the hell happened?!"

"We can't talk about it here-"

"What? Why-" He brought you closer to him, a hand to your waist surprising you.

"Because I saw where they were taking her. On the way to the library. I saw her."

"What?!"

"Seriously?" He glared, leading you further out of sight before taking you against the wall in such a way that was amorous. One hand set beside your head and the other beside your waist, neither touching you, but both making you wish he had.

"It was Rafe's truck. I'd know it anywhere...tormented me enough in school...anyway...It was him and someone else who were taking her to the back of the truck."

"So she's...alive?" He bowed his head.

"She was wrapped...like in a blanket...it looked like she was sleeping...I’m telling myself she was...but I'm just...I'm hoping she was. But I saw her hair, her clothes…I just know it was her…"

"And where did they take her?"

"I don't know. Before I could find out, I got jumped. It was Rafe, he just was told to focus on the hunt before I was left bleeding...when I got back to the library, I saw someone stalking and realized it was Rafe and I didn't know if she saw me or what...it was risky."

Your eyes fell to the side.

"What?"

"Looks like I have to pay a visit to ANOTHER Cameron...at least this one likes me..."

Pope caught your arm.

"He was just moving Kie! Are you crazy?"

"You focus on the next clue and I'll try to figure out where they took her-"

"How?"

"Feminine wiles, Pope…"

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#pope x reader #popeheyward #pope heyward #pope heyward fanfiction #outerbanks #obx #obxsmut

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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happy thursday fuckers... you know whats up

Here we go… backwards viewing. We starting with OC. Let’s see if I give two fuck about whats going on…

That therapist looked and sounded super familiar… where do I know him from? Was he fins rope guy? Brb…ugh… its not on imdb yet… *sigh*

Not me looking like a clown reading the opening credits of all THREE shows for guest stars waiting for my fave to pop back up…

I JUST realized that when I was TRYING to fucking watch the last episode on citytv the app/site kept glitching and freezing and I never finished it… that’s why I have NO idea whats going on LOLOL

This show would be so much better without Elliot… also If they gave Ayanna her wife back..

I literally like every detective on this show except for Elliot.

Jamie’s bomb. Also hot. 10/10 would bang

Welp. Okay. That felt over quick yet also took 5 hours to get through this damn episode.

Onto mothership;

Yeah fuck this guy… you’re in nyc… you’re gonna step in some shit. I want to punch you.

“morales” are you kidding me? Can we stop reusing names of recurring characters?? I get, diff show but still same universe.

I would prefer this show if it was just Mechad & Odelya… OH and Kate.

Completely unrelated; someone pls remind me to put together a grocery list/meal prep list of things super easy so I stop ordering fucking delivery. I need to get that shit together.

Mechad just *yelled* and I *felt things* jfc

What TF is senator paley doing here?! Where is keane to spit in his face. Get this man off my tv pls.

Ugh fuck this asshat. This is horrible. But also… we’ve done this storyline in older episodes… alex & casey have both gotten people out of ICE. Cmon sam… where was your paperwork…

OOF she brought her big balls to this… hello m’am

FUCK defence attorneys who attack the character of a prime witness just because they’re there illegally. Like, fuck off, you had her detained in the first place.

Wow okay, fucking heartbreaking ending, way to just hurt Sam.. baby.. is okay… I will cuddle you back to happiness.

FINALLY, okay here we go svu. Ive heard some interesting things about the ep… let’s see

I don’t know if I’m ready for this…

DID WE REALLY HAVE TO REVISIT THE ROLIVIA GOODBYE?!?! AS IF I HAVE NOT SOBBED OVER IT ENOUGH!??

DID SHE LEAVE THE FUCKING CHIPMUNK?? WTF?? IVE HAD SO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT IT FOR YEARS

Ugh…. The fin amanda dynamic was always such a fucking good one… I will miss them

Okay I d love that Duarte still watches out for/hangs out with muncy

Who… once again is wearing plaid… like the queer she is…

When is mcgrath gonna fucking meet his rotten end… I need him gone…

Oh THANK GOD noah doesn’t fully witness this?? I was so concerned.

Somehow… that wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be? And I KNOW this is probably leading up to other shit that certain fans really want to see, but like, can we give olivia a damn break please? *eyeroll*

Also it’s just plain pathetic to only have two detectives. Like… I know molly replaced kelli, but we really still need another one… OR make the ada a more prominent feature, add in huang/a shrink, the ME, make there be more of a larger rotating cast like s8/9….

Omg fin lololol

“you have a visitor…” andits FUCKING MCGRATH ugh what a way to make things worse…

Okay… m’am… you were doing so well this season, and now we’re back to the super breathy acting.. why…

Im glad they keep mentioning Phoebe, like, the writers haven’t forgotten about her so that’s a good sign.

Im SORRY. She keeps a SHOTGUN in an UNLOCKED closet?? WITH NOAH IN THE HOUSE?!?!

Anyone else super confused as to how her ribs aren’t broken? Or at least cracked? Like… it really seems like it..

Okay… her lingering on amanda’s empty desk is giving me s13 flashbacks, like, amanda would have reached out…. She’s literally married to someone olivia sees on a regular basis.

I’m hot for Duarte now and I fully blame @bulletproof for that….

Wait… I just saw a commercial for Chicago PD… I watched the new ep right before my l&o viewings… was Hank even in this week’s ep??

Omg muncy was so fucking excited to take off the blazer lolololol

Who TF is this guy… detective Bruno…. I swear I know him from somewhere

Oh… okay… he’s been on svu 5 times before… (as different characters… the one being the husband of the woman who accused Stone of assault)

This ep is meh. There’s too much fin and olivia and this new fuck I don’t care about, give me the characters I *want* to see pls.

Seriously… why must police always think that people know about their HALF siblings?!? People be whores… I didn’t know I had THREE half brothers til I was 14…

Overall… this was underwhelming.

I know it’s a three parter (I believe?) so like, there’s more coming, but like… underwhelming as a whole. I’m not even going to bother to gif any of it this week. Sorry not sorry besties.

#law and order svu #law and order #law and order spoilers #svu spoilers

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stenka-razin · 1 year

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Aight I keep my Swift posting to minimum (you’re welcome!) so you can bear with one. I legitimately do not care about 90% of the tabloid reports of who she’s dating or whatever. But this Matty Healy shit is the worst thing ever. For the last decade every god damn thing I’ve been forced to osmose about the 1975 has irritated me. Their stupid band name. Their stupid song names. Their stupid actual names (my spellcheck is literally underlining “Matty”). Every pull quote from every obnoxious ass interview. The general posturing. The fact that anyone talks about them as if they’re not just a bunch of self important pricks making thoroughly mediocre music. They’re fucking ass at best and more realistically actual fucking creeps. And now I’m being forced to endure this shit. And predictably the two of them have been spotted at a recording studio. This is what I feared. If the two of them dated and she just kept him locked in a closet that I never had to look in to, whatever. But now he’s threatening to appear on shit I actually care about. I don’t actually need to hear everything Taylor has ever done, so here’s hoping that she’s just going to show up on the next 1975 album. Sucks, but I don’t feel the need to ever expose myself to that crap. That’s avoidable. But if this needledick shows up on a Taylor project I’ll actually throw up. Can you imagine him on Reputation TV? Disgusting. And of all the chucklefucks she’s dated to record with? Like at least Joe Alwyn went through like a three year probation period before being allowed to touch her music. I don’t give two fucks about Harry Styles but I would have taken a song with him when they were dating over the fucking 1975. Shitting where you god damn eat is what it is.

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fullmetal-amalgam · 1 year

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Embrace

They couldn't really remember much when they woke up in the dark studio. In hindsight, it should have been the first sign something had gone wrong.

It was morning. Maybe. They're not too sure. They took a moment to peel their disoriented self from the not-usually-sticky vinyl flooring. It took considerable effort, it was as if they were completely drained of energy. Even their breaths were labored. They hated it when their brain decided to forget how to do it automatically.

"In..." they whispered as they stumbled towards what they hoped was the light switch.

"And out..." they followed their instructions, pushing air out of what may as well have been balloons full of wet cement.

Their fingers curled around the switch in the pitch dark. The studio work lights flickered on with a low hum, revealing the mess of the studio. They had spent countless nights cleaning up after Diana, but this...this was goddamn excessive.

Dead center was a perfect, them-shaped bloodstain. It was bright red in the center and turned gradually duller and more purple towards its edges. There wasn't a single canvas in the room that didn't have crimson splattered on it. There was a faint smell of a savory aroma that clung to their nose.

They wanted to let out an exhausted sigh, but it was too much effort. A better use of the energy was to go grab a mop and bucket- and make sure this mess is long gone before she wakes up at sundown.

Moments from the night replayed in their mind as they dragged their leaden body towards the closet they kept all their cleaning supplies. She at least did them the courtesy of asking them several times if this is what they wanted and were ready- but Diana was determined. 'No' wasn't really on the table.

Anger swelled in their throat. She always did this. This was just another one of her empty promises. All show and no delivery. And they're too doped up on her vitae to do shit about it--

wait.

Were they... really going to clean up after her again? What if they didn't?

They waited for that pit to hit their stomach. The one that couldn't bear disappointing her. That feeling never came.

A smile crept on their face.

A canvas or five landed on the central blood stain, soaking the blood into it. They pulled out her favorite boar-hair bristle brushes and slashed at the fabric. Despite how heavy their body felt, it was easy to move the oversized canvas around. They could toss it into the air with ease and surprising coordination.

Hours passed. They don't know how they knew, but the sun had set. Their body no longer felt full of lead but, their lungs still needed to be manually told to inflate. On top of that, their stomach felt as if it was turning inside out. They were hungry. Maybe they didn't feel that disappointment pit in their stomach because they hadn't eaten a damn thing all day. Good thing the painting was nearly finished. All it needed was a few finishing touches.

Once it was done, they stood back, admiring their masterpiece. Title? Three faces pulled apart by the red strings of fate. Well.. they can workshop it later. They couldn't help but laugh, they haven't felt this free to make anything in years.

That was short lived. There was the sound of the studio door swinging open, followed by a familiar voice,

"--Quinn? Oh my god you're awake! You're awake?!" she called out. The new fledgling stared back at the figure in the doorway. They were covered in vitae, paint, and held her favorite brushes in a wolverine grip.

Oh. There's that pit.

The half-moon mark in the center would be burned into the canvas the night they were caught and branded. Freedom was real short lived.

#ooc #//thanks for the ask!#quicksilver answers questions #tfw you start cammie and flip the script so hard you lose a few braincells to the dogma

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naivesilver · 2 years

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from the 'soft and sweet' starters; ❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want.❜, ❛ is that my shirt?❜, or ❛ hold still. this might sting a little.❜ for Pinocchio (and whomever you feel like) ~

This fill could be titled "shit that is guaranteed to make Libby happy, pt. 5872737" fahjdhajhaljdh

Soft&Sweet Sentence Starters

Is that my shirt?

Leona hates being asked how many children she has.

Not because of the question per se - it would a perfectly innocent one, directed towards anybody else. It's just that in the years since she's shifted into the role of mother, her answer has been ever-changing and never accurate, and getting worse by the day, too.

Legally, she has only the one child, her loud, clever son with his silver tongue and reckless ideas. In her heart, there are two, the boys she loves best in the whole world, more than she's ever loved anything else.

And sometimes, on days such as this, she fears she might have enough to count on the fingers of three hands, give or take.

"Goodness, what's going on up there?" One of her friends asks, worriedly, after some particularly loud stomping on the upper floor makes the ceiling vibrate above their heads. "Have you enlisted a marching band?"

"Sometimes I wonder," Leona mutters, continuing to pour coffee in their cups without batting an eye.

"They have a party tonight, from what I gathered. I told them they could get ready here, if they wanted, but there's more of them than I'd expected."

At least five or six, she reckons, and that's an optimistic estimate. Three of those choose that moment to breeze past the open living room door - she can recognize them all at a glance, one dark-skinned, one red-haired, one too patient for his own good, but she suspects the ladies gathered around her for a chat might take them for otherworldly apparitions, colorful and sudden and, more than everything, loud.

"Absolutely not. Cut it out. I'm not wearing that."

"Aw, come on, mon ami, it'd be perfect for you. It'd compliment your, you know, flaming locks of auburn hair and ivory skin-"

"Are you seriously serenading my boyfriend with Jolene of all things?"

"What, you don't think his beauty is beyond compare?"

"Compared to what? Your usual taste? Because that's a very low bar, Pierrot, honestly-"

Leona presses her lips together in an effort not to burst out laughing, and holds out a cup to one of her astonished friends. "Sugar, dear?"

They drink in companionable silence for a while, slowly gathering the threads of their previous conversation as the ruckus continues over them, albeit a little more muted. Leona can pick out some louder outbursts from time to time, Twinkle's vocal protests and the occasional shoe clattering to the ground, but they seem to have calmed down some at long last, and they have almost reached a decent volume when Pinocchio shows up at the door again, an apologetic look on his face.

"Hi," he mumbles, rubbing at the back of his head. "I'm so sorry about all of this, Leona. We'll clean everything up before we leave, I promise."

"It's alright, darling, don't worry about it." She arches an eyebrow, finally taking in his appearance. "I don't remember ever seeing that jacket on you, though. Is it Pierrot's?"

"Yeah." The boy tugs self-consciously at the sleeves - yes, they do look familiar, now that Leona is paying attention. She remembers buying Pierrot a leather jacket at some point in his life, though she doubts he's pulled it out of the closet at any point recently. "He thought it'd suit me, and he kept pestering me, so…"

"Hate to admit it, but he's right," a second young voice cuts in, alight with amusement.

Lampwick's head pops into the doorframe, followed by his hand, which waves hello to Leona before he gives Pinocchio a thorough once-over, an appraising look that is probably more genuine than he intended it to. "You're looking good, Pinoke. Is that my shirt, though?"

Pinocchio's sheepish, hesitant attitude vanishes within an instant. He lifts his chin, his stance shifting into something surprisingly defiant, and he says, smiling slightly: "Not unless you can prove it."

Leona laughs out loud, this time; and she laughs even louder when, once the boys have chased one another away, her friend raises both eyebrows and says, rather tartly: "Oh, I see. Yes, that one's definitely yours, Leona."

#bewilderedmoth #ask meme #thousand problems verse #court of misfits #fanfic #these parents never know how many children will run in when they open the door tbh #there's a whole pack of them #like stray dogs

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curejiraiya · 5 months

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I feel very bad and in an effort to try and get my brain to disassociate from this mortal realm I am going to tell you all about one of my OCs. if you read this thank you but if it bores you do not worry I do not mind.

okay so today I'm gonna ramble about a guy named Chris Sanders. Chris is 27? iirc I have it written down somewhere. 27 or 28. He's married to his husband Nick, they took Nick's last name (low-key I forgot what his maiden name was lmfao)

They got married on Valentine's Day 2020, but we're engaged like 2018 just some stuff:tm: happened and the wedding had to be held off. It was a funny thing like I had that wedding planned for Valentine's Day and in real life shit was getting co viddy and I made a conscious decision in story to have it be like the last "big" event the characters got to go to before they started staying inside for safety. that's not relevant, anyway.

Chris and Nick actually got together when they were like 14 and 16? Chris met Nick a year before and was very like fairytale love at first site about him. Really he was a 15 year old boy he wasn't thinking logistics other than "boy in my friend group cute."

There's a whole thing with Chris, Josh, and Jay as teens has a weird relationship where Chris was openly gay, Josh hated him for it (Josh is gay/bi? but it takes him 10 years real time to figure it out) Josh and Jay were best friends and Jay was gay but very very in the closet. and the only person who knew Jay was gay was Chris, who were secret friends because Josh hated Chris. Publicaly Chris pretended to hate josh to keep up appearances but in reality Jay had only said good things about Josh so he didn't really mind him. He was just kinda a hormonal teenager, and he liked fighting and Josh kept fighting him lmao.

God there's a lot more here lol like they're friends because the three of them plus a handful of other people, some who literally have died in story since, were in a "school club" together? I'm also keeping the details vague because I wrote them when I was 13 and it's cringe.

You can tell what age I was when I wrote something if you know the ages of any character, cuz me and Nick Sanders are the same age. Derrin is one year older than Nick. Chris is two. Josh, Jay, and Liam are both three, and Collin is five years older. Jay is also actually older than Collin but maybe I'll write about his tragic backstory another night.

But speaking of tragic backstories Chris was born to a single mother, he has a younger brother. neither of them knew their father but they don't care. his mother was decent for a single mother in poverty until he started showing signs of being gay as early as 10. she was super religious so she asked her church what to do and they only suggested various child abuse lmao needless to say Chris was removed by CPS at 13. that's why he knows the rest of the guys cuz they were all in the same "orphanage". his mom wasn't weird to his brother, but his brother has a moral compass and left the house at 18 because he couldn't stand what she did to his brother (he's only like 20 now very baby.)

holy shit remember what I said last night about how everyone is in a duo or a trio? Chris's brother is ALSO in a duo lol I literally do not have a character who exists as a single personality without a friend to be their foil. anyway Chris's brother and Chris are decently close, Chris's brother is trying to make it as a music manager and conveniently Chris is in a band lmao. His brother lives with a friend Josh made during a hospital stay. that's a whole story but essentially he was a cancer patient throughout all his teenage years and it was his first time being 100% free of visiting the hospital at least once a week since he was a child. the band was looking for a place for him to stay because he was scared of living alone and conveniently Chris had an 18 year old brother who needed a roommate. now they're bff's or something.

hey this was supposed to be about Chris but two characters who I don't even remember the names of have taken over

anyway uhhh god I could spout Chris facts for days not even joking. one of the characters who died is essentially a self insert for specifically 13 year old me. like she died before I really became an adult lol. but Chris was her best friend until her death, so for awhile Chris was the character I focused on the most. nowadays that's Josh but I mean Chris and Josh live in the same house so it's not like he doesn't come up often.

right this second Chris and Nick are staying with a musician friend in New York. they're actually fighting because

well

how do I explain this that doesn't go on for a long time

so remember earlier when I said they were part of a school club as teens. well the world actually has a magic system because all good worlds have magic systems. and specifically Josh, the dead girl, Chris, & Jay are some of the best at magic in the entire galaxy and like . cringe at myself but the gang like we're all orphans in some way but they lived in 1 of 4 us based orphanages specifically for magician children. I never use the term wizard they're strictly magicians. magicians also live outside the US it's just other countries don't have weird orphanages. or didn't at the start of the story at least. anyway fuck so idk skipping 10+ years of lore. Chris has a lot of inherit magic skill, but he doesn't practice he stopped right after highschool to focus on their band and music. in highschool every one in the club like saw a private magic tutor but Chris didn't really continue. not that he doesn't do magic all the time like he does, he just doesn't study to learn how to do his magic more efficiently or learn more magic. fuck. anyway Jay DOES still study and stayed with his tutor like 10 years later. and you can tell because Jay has become one of the strongest magicians in the world. of course Josh is the strongest magician ever because of plot conveniences that could be talked about if I was talking about him. but Chris is mega jealous of Jay and angry at himself for not continuing his studies. So one day a random magic being (we have those here) contacts Chris from like a very far away dimension (even this is lore filled and complicated.) he promises to help Chris surpass Jay but he has to wear his super special necklace. the necklace is like logging information on Josh so this being can attack him later but I mean Chris doesn't know that this is like a RIGHT NOW plot. a lot led up to this lmfao. so Nick and Chris are fighting because Chris is suddenly WAY better at magic (Because of the necklace) and because of a lot of unrelated stuff Nick is thinking about moving to California. and he tells Chris and Chris unknowingly mind controls Nick into being happy with where he is now. Because like his magic has gotten so strong that if he wants something he can just mind control people into giving it to him (and unknowingly has been for a few months) but Nick's only magic power is that he can tell when magic is being used (and he only has that power because of another crazy plot where he died lmfao) so he notices pretty quickly that hes being mind controlled and hes pissed. so Chris confesses about the necklace but tells Nick to keep it a secret. Nick tells him he's being stupid and that he needs to get rid of the necklace. Chris doesn't think it's the necklace he thinks he just can't control his new power yet. and after one big fight they're now like both just avoiding talking about it again and being really distant from each other. it's sad rlly I don't like seeing the besties fight 😔 I kinda know how the plot is going to play out but I'll give them time.

idk did you actually learn anything about Chris from this? he's 5'4 he has black hair and it's currently really long so he keeps it in a bun most of the time. he's a death metal singer. hes super masculine and no one questions his height because he comes off as so masculine otherwise lmao. he's really into like 80s and older metal and idolizes rob hellford. he wears pleather a lot cuz he has a leather allergy but thinks leather jacks kick ass. he's definitely like kinda a stereotypical metal head / punk? very like a day to remembers "fast forward to 2012"-core. that's his theme song I just decided.

what else are u supposed to say about a character. since I mentioned magic I can say that his like magic skill set is about defence so he can make giant shields and force fields. he's super important if they ever have to like fight someone which doesnt happen often but does happen.

oh he plays guitar but also like every instrument. I always imagined their band to have a two singer setup where him and Nick switch off or sing together. but I mean most of the band has been doing this 10+ years and can play whatever role so they just do whatever is fun for that night.

uhhhhh idk if I got any more facts on the top of my head. Chris uhhhh played trumpet in highschool band. He speaks fluent Japanese, Spanish, German, and French. Derrin is the only member of the band with a degree but Chris has an honorary degree from some university he donates money too. Chris is like very punk politically active he actually goes to protests and is always talking about causes important to him. he's a good guy but his flaws mostly lie in his jealousy, and he definitely has a little big of an ego lol. he cares too much about looks too imo like he doesn't THINK he does but he does.

but idk big baby man who's hard on outside but heart of gold on inside. do I know how to write any other kind of character?!

omg I didn't even talk about how Chris is disabled. or how he has a vaping problem. that's the problem with having these characters for so long, how the fuck can I reasonably sum them up?

idk but it did work. 😴 good night if u read this far idk why u did but ty there's no payoff. sorry I did not proofread this.

#ramblings

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