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dungeonpuppykai · 2 months

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About burglar!Curtis…

This idea occurred to me too, and to shut me up he’d use me for his needs and breed me full of his child 🥵🫣🫣

KATHYYYY YOU SEXY BEAST 🥵

| Wrong Place, Right Time |

Warning(s): Noncon, burglar!Curtis, frisking, corruption kink, groping, unprotected p-in-v sex, bondage, breeding kink, choking, fear kink, pet names, dacryphilia, mild spanking, creampie, degradation, drugging.

Pairing: Dark Burglar!Curtis Everett | Naive!You.

It was ironic and yet fateful.

The house that the shadowy man had broken in to rob wasn't even yours.

You had just been a friend who was there for a sleepover.

Your eyes widen and you freeze in your spot between the double doors of the fridge when you hear a click from the kitchen backdoor that opens into the yard behind the house. Either you were too caught up in your rummaging of the contents inside the appliance to find something to snack on, or whoever it was that was slowly entering the dimly lit room with soft thuds of their boots now was such a professional that they hadn't required any prior tampering with the mechanism before easing it open, because you hadn't heard anything until the door was being noiselessly pulled open.

Your head whips to your sides frantically as you panic, unable to decide a course of action that feels right.

It is when the footsteps become louder and louder that you drop to your knees with your ears flaming hot and you crawl to the kitchen island and grab the first thing that you can reach; which is a rolling pin for whatever reason.

Clutching your weapon close to your chest, you bite your lip to try and champion your panting as you move to your feet but remain ducking behind the island, vigilant eyes scanning your surroundings. Whoever it is has most probably figured out that they aren't alone due to how the refrigerator light had been illuminating the otherwise mostly dark room, the thumping close of the magnetized doors only further damning you.

You tightly chew on your bottom lip as you slowly move around the counter, eyeing the kitchen door while the footsteps circle the workspace in the same fashion.

Your eyebrows furrow when they abruptly come to a halt and everything goes dead silent again. You take a few moments before raising your head and peeking over the marble top to check the intruder's position.

But no one is there.

Self doubt suddenly grips at you and you wonder if you hallucinated or misperceived something else for a creep but then–

"Boo~" a deep whisper sounds right beside your ear and your eyes widen as you spin so fast you can barely comprehend anything. The way in which the stranger suspends your rushed attack by wrapping his rough fingers around your weapon bearing band and depriving it of any and all liberty while his other hand flies to your throat to walk you back into a wall is all too quick for you to register until after it's happened.

"Woah, now. What do we think we are doing?"

Okay, he is a professional.

Your eyes that can rival saucers instantly fill with tears as the man gathers your other hand along with the one that had meant him offense above your head. He easily snatches the rolling pin from you before looking around and then tossing it in a basket that holds various kitchen cloths in it.

The harsh blue of his eyes is so bright that you can make it out even in the liminal lighting. "Now, where were we?" As his amused gaze now trails over your barely clad body, you realize that burglary is no longer the center of his focus, for a deep pink tongue reveals itself from his bearded mouth and licks a long stripe of his chapped bottom lip. Since one of his arms is half raised to keep you locked in place, the heavy scent of what can only be described as raw manliness wafts to your nostrils and lingers in the air all around you. His pale face is dirty and stern, cheeks scarred in some places under the thick mat of his dark beard.

The stranger does not muffle your mouth but you're far too petrified to attempt anything unwise. He does not need to press a weapon to your skin to ensure meekness either, for his bruised and naked lethal fists are threatening enough.

So you let out the only thing anyone in your situation would in their helplessness. "P- Please."

"Hm" his eyes lower to scan your erect nipples that push against the sheer fabric of your tank top, his pearly whites -that are in a stark contrast to the rest of the darkness- flash as he smirks when he locates the spot that your natural moisture has caused in your fluffy cotton panties. "Gotta make sure you don't have any more surprises for me first" and then you're whipped around before his free hand is all over you, the coarse pads of his fingers roaming over every bump and crevice of your form.

You let out an audible gasp when his palm brushes against your breasts -that he had neglected along with your intimates during the initial frisk- and he lets it circle the shape before taking a proper squeeze. You wince and your body responds to the pain by making your muscles twitch. Your back arches as a result and your ass bounces up to collide with his own privates and then the man has no choice but to look down with a grunt at the assaulter.

The sight that his cruel blue eyes meet with pulls his lips wider and his expression deepens into a grin. "Jeez" a small patch of fuzzy little threads resembling a bunny tail stands erect an inch or two above your covered pucker.

What?

You like cute things and so you reward yourself with them every once in a while.

The realization that you are wearing that underwear claws at your throat and cheeks alike and you can't help but flush even in this depraved situation.

"Didn't know I had myself a bunny here" your thumping heart begins to thunder when you feel his hand toy with the 'tail' for a few moments before he flicks it. You are on the verge of letting out a peep but he suddenly snatches your throat back into his grasp and sandwiches your body between his hard one and the wall you're facing.

"Tell me" his beard scratches against the shell of your ear from behind and you tremble in fear. Your legs try to press together to try and cover yourself in any way you can but the stranger ruthlessly worms one of his feet between yours and roughly pushes them apart. The action causes you to lose your balance and your legs go to split but the knee he props up in the middle catches you just in time. "Do you like to breed like one too?" He doesn't care for the frantic shaking of your head and instead caresses your nether regions with the intruder he has pushed between them.

"Plea–"

"I think you do" he decides for the two of you and marches you into the pantry closet before pushing you over a big carton that stands in the center. The stranger easily manhandles you and before you can try your luck even in vain, he grabs an apple from one of many baskets lined along the edge of a table before pushing it in your mouth. Your teeth dig into it and your jaw locks in place due to its size, your head having no choice but to lay against the box sideways as your eyes release stinging tears all the while.

The man seems to be in a rut as he does not bother with ridding you of what little covers you have on, instead only roughly pulling down your panties before grunting at the sight of your sex that glistens even in the small light that shines in the dark closet from the kitchen. A calloused palm lands on your ass and makes you jump up with a whimper, your bloodshot eyes unable to see much even though they frantically dart about futilely in every direction they can.

The man does not waste another second and aligns his rock hard cock along your entrance and pushes in within the next moment, groaning at the balmy tightness of your soft walls. "Fuck, bunny" while one of his coarse hands keep your wrists arrested above your ass, the other squeezes at your hip before steeling you in place. "Trying to shake your head no but makin' a mess inside those cute little bunny panties like it's your job" he jerks the rest of his seemingly never ending length deep up your cavern.

Your pussy has had to expand so much to accompany him that you can feel a very obvious and painful strain in the band of your opening, the ache causing you to fear that you might rip. Your mouth is full of apple juice as you blink away your tears, face scrunched in discomfort as you stare at the wine rack in front of you.

The man pulls back almost all the way out only to plunge his cock deeper and harder up your hot channel now. Your head spins and can tell that his unforgiving size has already located your sensitive bundle of nerves within the first few thrusts.

His stiff and thick tip is unrelenting after that as he just keeps on increasing his speed, his heavy balls slapping your sore ass as they try to push their own way in with each push of his hips. The man grunts, curses, gropes, squeezes, spanks and somewhere along the way even leans down to bite at your tear stained cheeks, licking them in long stripes and twitching at the taste while the box below you violently shakes and threatens to come undone by how roughly it is being rocked back and forth.

"You like that, huh, bunny?" He has realized that each time he spanks you or pulsates inside you, you clench sensitively with a moan. And so he has been doing that for the past couple pounds. "Like getting fucked like the little breeding bunny that you are?" His face is next to yours as you sob into the apple, forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained on the wine bottles as he glowers down on you while pistoning himself in and out of you like you're nothing but a toy meant for relief of the depraved sorts.

"What is with the crying, huh?" His hips snap against yours so hard that your aching ass and even pucker shake with each thrust. "You finally have what you always wanted; a man to breed you full and swell like the dirty little bunny that you are" his deep voice is now even more hoarse due to his irregular breathing. "Isn't that why you saunter around other people's houses in nothing but slutty little underwear? So someone can come along and take you for the breeding bunny that you are?" Your eyes move from their position for the first time in a while.

How does he know that it's not your house?

"You don't have to worry about anything now" he wraps your hair around his hand before roughly pulling at it to withstand the force of his orgasm that shoots up your cavity. "Except. For. Bearing. Me. A. Healthy. Fuckin'. Fluffle." Your body naturally reacts to the overwhelming stimulation as he gives you a jab with each word, fucking his hot seed deeper and deeper up your womb, causing your hips to tighten and pussy to milk him as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you fall.

Your owner takes his sweet time fucking his orgasm out and into you as you spasm against the carton helplessly, drowning in a numbing combination of myopia and vertigo of your forced ecstacy, thighs quivering violently.

"Now," the stranger lets up only when he is fully satisfied… for now. Pulling himself out of your abused channel with a wince, he fixes himself up after letting your arms fall limp at your sides. "Oh– there, there" he abruptly halts whatever it is that he's doing behind you to pull up your panties when his seed threatens to spill out of your stuffed slit. "Can't let it go to waste now, can we?" He snickers to himself before appropriating the rest of his condition.

"Now, let's get you to your burrow" you are manhandled up to your malfunctioning feet by your nape and a wet cloth presses to your nose before your eyes can even adjust to the sudden burst of light that shines in from behind his towering form. His face is the last thing you can make out before your knees finally give out and you go to fall on your back but he catches you in one of his hard arms.

"There, there, bunny" his voice echoes in your head as the world around you starts to melt. "I've got you" you feel him remove the apple from your now slack jaw before he lumps you on one of his shoulders.

And then your consciousness fades into an unfathomable abyss.

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justagalwhowrites · 1 month

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Yearling - Ch. 34: Anything

You're left behind in Jackson when Joel goes on overnight patrol. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-33 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Canon-typical violence. Smut :). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only

Length: 9.2k

A/N: We are heading into the final arc of Yearling and we are going to see some TLOU 2 OVERLAP again. There isn't any this chapter but there will be in this arc and here's how: a character from that game will be mentioned as will the spoiler-y incident from a few chapters ago. What happens plot wise in this arc is completely separate from the game and entirely original content BUT there is that character overlap and more specific mentions of the incident and the motives behind it. If you're trying to go in blind to season 2, it might be wise to step back. Feel free to send me a DM, I'm happy to answer any and all questions!

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September, 2013

The gunshot made you jump.

It was distant but sharp, the crack jarring against the quiet of your cabin. Marisa’s head shot up from her book, a frown on her face in the flickering firelight.

“Was that…”

“Shhh,” you sat up from where you’d been lying against her, held a hand out to her, ear perked and listening. Another crack, a little louder this time. You set your book down and went to the front window, drawing the curtains and pinning them shut so no light from the fire would slip through.

“What…”

“Stay here,” you said, your heart pounding as you got your rifle off the wall.

“You’re not going out there!” She shot up, her eyes wide.

“Not gonna sit here and wait for whoever that is to show up at our door,” you replied, grabbing a flashlight, too.

“Well, I’m going with you,” she said, going to get her gun, too.

“No,” you said, grabbing a saddle bag with ammunition and turning to face her.

“Yes, I am,” she narrowed her eyes at you but there was a tremble of fear in her voice, her rifle clutched tightly in her hand.

“No,” you said quietly, reaching out and gently taking her face in your hand. “You’re not. You’re staying here to look after Savannah…”

“But what if something happens to you?” Her eyes searched yours, wide and frantic. “You’re her mom, not me. I can’t be that for her like that, just… stay here, we’ll figure it out if they find us just…”

“Not lettin’ them that close to the two of you, baby,” you said, brushing your thumb over the arch of her cheekbone. You kissed her gently. Her eyes were wet. “I’ll be back soon. But… if I’m not, take care of Savannah for me.”

You didn’t wait for a response, going to jump on Nike, not bothering with a saddle. You were too afraid to take the time, you had to protect the people who had become your home. You couldn’t lose them, you couldn’t let anyone take them away, you had to make sure they were safe.

There was another gunshot and you followed the sound, your heart racing, eventually finding a man with two infected nearly ripping him apart. You shot them quickly, the man’s fearful gasps loud in the night.

“Fuck,” he panted as you turned on the flashlight, shining it around the nearby forest. You caught a glimpse of another infected on the ground about 20 feet away before turning the light on him. He was limp on the ground, his eyes wide. “I think I’m bit, I think… I think they got me.”

You knelt beside him and looked at his exposed skin. There was a vicious bite on his hand, the flesh already looking sick and wrong and so like Justin’s bite all those years ago.

You sighed.

“Yeah, you are. I can make it quick for you, if you’d like. Can’t let you leave here, though. You can wait ’til you turn, if you’d rather.”

He blinked a few times, staring up at the dark canopy of trees as moonlight filtered through the leaves.

“Just do it,” he said, turning his eyes to you, cocking his head slightly. “Is it just you out here?”

“Kind of,” you said. “Got my girlfriend, my daughter. No one else, though.”

He looked back to the sky and nodded.

“That’s good,” he said. “It’s hard, being alone. Been alone for a few months now, wife got bit back in June. Should’ve just ended it then, don’t know why I waited this long.”

You nodded slowly. You understood that. You stood up again, rifle in your hand. The man’s eyes were still wide, looking up at the trees.

“Here OK?” You asked. “Might be able to get you somewhere you can see the sky…”

“No point,” he said, still staring up. “Just do it.”

His eyes refocused, looking at you.

“And thank you. Know it’s not easy.”

You aimed the gun at his head and he went back to looking at the trees.

“I’m sorry it’s endin’ like this,” you said. “Hope you get to be with your wife again.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Me too.”

You took a deep breath, pulled the trigger and he was gone.

You stayed for a little while after, waiting to see if there were any clickers that would come for the noise you’d been making but none showed up. You realized you didn’t even know the man’s name. You were the last person he spoke to and you didn’t know his name.

You cleaned the blood off your hands as best you could and made your way back home, Nike moving slowly through the trees and you didn’t rush her. When you opened the door, Marisa damn near knocked you down, you barely catching her as she threw herself at you.

“You’re OK,” her voice was thick and wet and she clung to you for a moment before pulling back to look in your eyes. “I was so scared, I heard more gunshots, I didn’t know…”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said gently, kissing her, her lips plush and soft on yours. “Didn’t mean to scare you…”

You got cleaned up and took her to bed and made her come on your fingers before she had to swallow the desperate sounds of your orgasm to keep from waking the baby. You held her close after, telling her what happened in the forest, that you’d go bury the body in the morning and do a check for infected, that she was safe here with you.

“I think you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met,” she said quietly, toying with your fingers, her breath warm on your skin as she lay her head on your chest.

You scoffed.

“Don’t feel very brave. I was scared shitless the whole time, thought my damn heart was going to beat out of my chest.”

“Oh baby,” she whispered, adjusting so her face was over yours, the light of the moon making her dark skin glow. “That’s what makes you brave, that you’re scared and you do it anyway. You don’t let the fear own you. That’s why you’re going to make it through all this, I just know it.”

You hummed, not really agreeing or disagreeing, just wanting her close again. She rested her head on your chest again and you gave her a squeeze, focusing on how she felt against you as she fell asleep.

It didn’t really matter if it was bravery or not, you supposed. If it kept the people you loved most alive, you could push past the fear. Life wouldn’t matter without them, you would do anything if it meant it would protect them.

Anything.

May, 2028

“No way.”

You cleaned the last of the gunk out from Shimmer’s back left hoof and set the pick down.

“Bambi,” Ellie drew out your hame, whining it. “Please? I swear, I’ll owe you forever…”

“I am not coming out to your dad for you,” you grabbed the file. “Absolutely not.”

“But…”

“Ellie,” you looked up to her as she perched on a stall in the barn. “No. That’s not something you just do for someone else. If you want Joel to know you’re gay you need to be the one to tell him, I can’t do that for you.”

“But why not!” She pouted. “You already know and you get it and you can help him get it and…”

“I’ll help you do it,” you cut her off. “I can be there when you tell him, I can intervene if he reacts badly - which he won’t - but I’m not doing it for you.”

“That’s bullshit,” she huffed. “I don’t want to tell him…”

“Then don’t,” you shrugged, finishing filing the hoof down and getting the next horseshoe ready to go on. “Live the rest of your life in the closet if that’s what you want to do.”

“But that’s not what I want.”

“Then tell him,” you shrugged again. “Those are your options, kiddo, hate to break it to you.”

“You know, straight people don’t have to come out,” she kicked at the stall post. “This is dumb.”

“That I can agree with,” you said. “But, unfortunately, that’s not the way the world works. If you want to be out, you need to come out. It sucks but that’s the way of things.”

Ellie sighed and crossed her arms, leaning her head on the post at her back.

“Do you really think I should?” She asked.

You shrugged.

“I think you have a father who loves you more than life itself,” you said. “And I think he’s also a man who has proven that he really does not care what a person’s sexuality is, given that he’s married to me. I think you should do what feels right but you should know that Joel is going to love you to pieces regardless.”

She sighed again.

“You’re right…”

“Usually am.”

She glared at you before going back to staring straight ahead.

“I just don’t know why I’m so freaked out about it.”

You shrugged.

“It’s a big deal. You’re telling him ‘hey this person you think I am? I’m actually different than that.’ It’s hard.”

She considered you for a moment.

“Did you come out to your parents?” She asked.

You laughed.

“No, I did not,” you said. “Never had the chance. I would have eventually, I think. But I was about your age when the world ended and it felt a lot safer to hide it from my parents when I was that age. I lived far away and they weren’t as… open to other ideas as Joel is.”

Ellie scoffed.

“I mean it,” you said. “They had a hard enough time handling the fact that I wanted to get thrown off horses for a living. They’d have had a hell of a time understanding why I was bringing a girl home for dinner. You know Joel ain’t that way. All he cares about is that you’re safe and happy. Everything else don’t really matter.”

You finished shoeing Shimmer and set her hoof down. She twitched her tail and chuffed in response.

“Can you at least tell Joel you gave me…” She scrunched her nose in disgust. “The talk?”

You laughed a little.

“Yeah, that I can do,” you said. “I’ll tell him I told you everything you need to know. Which is be smart about who you take your clothes off with and if a man ever tries anything, cut his dick off.”

She barked a laugh.

“Yeah, that I can handle,” she said. “I can’t believe he thought someone needed to talk to me about sex…”

You were less surprised about that fact than Ellie, but then, you had the full context.

You’d been watching Savvy and Kyle from what you hoped was a respectful distance, giving her the chance to fall for a boy in the way you always wanted her to be able to. But there was the other part of that, too. You knew what teenagers were like and, while Savvy knew about sex, you’d never given her the sex talk in the context of her being around boys. She had questions about seeing animals mating when she was a girl and you’d answered them and explained that humans worked much the same way. She’d scrunched her face in disgust and you laughed a little, not bothering to tell her that, one day, that was going to be damn near all she was interested in doing.

But that had come with the knowledge that, in all likelihood, it would be years - if not decades - before she even had the opportunity to find someone she wanted to do that with. You figured you’d update things as she got older or when there was a person she was interested in.

Now, the time had come. You just weren’t sure how ready you were for that. You’d gone to Joel for advice about it, feeling like you were flying particularly blind in this arena.

“Shit, baby, been a long time since I’ve had that conversation,” he said as he traced abstract little patterns over your bare skin. “Tryin’ to even remember how I brought it up with Sarah now… My face was burnin’ up the whole time, that much I know.”

“There were perks to being hermits,” you sighed, pressing yourself closer to him. “Didn’t have to worry about my kid getting knocked up as a teenager for one.”

“Mmm,” Joel hummed in agreement. “Least she has boys to flirt with now.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing,” you muttered but smiled against his skin all the same.

“I can talk to her with you if you think it’ll help,” he said.

“Let me give it a shot on my own,” you sighed. “See if she will actually listen to me. If she doesn’t, I’ll call in the reinforcements.”

Savvy had, mercifully, been at least open to the conversation.

“I already know this stuff, Mom,” she’d rolled her eyes, arms crossed as she sat on the couch.

“You know the biology of it,” you said. “But it’s… different. You’re older now, there are going to be feelings you have that you want to act on…”

“Ugh!” She buried her face in the arm of the couch. “Please don’t!”

“You’re young,” you said. “Too young to really understand the risks. Do you feel like you’re ready to raise a child?”

“No!” She pulled her head up. “Obviously not!”

“Then you shouldn’t be having sex right now,” you shrugged. “That’s the risk. Not to mention that there are a lot of emotions that come up when you do that with someone, it can complicate relationships and you’re too young to figure that out on your own…”

“I’m not a baby,” she practically scowled at you. “I can handle emotions!”

“I’m not saying you can’t,” you said gently. “I’m saying that adult relationships are complicated for adults and, as grown up as you might think you are, you’re still a kid. I understand that you might want to feel close with someone and, honestly, there’s not much I can do to stop you. But I want you to understand what you’re risking if you go that route and I want you to not let anyone pressure you into it, even if it’s someone you care about. OK?”

“Alright, jeez!” She groaned. “Can we stop talking now? Please?”

After that conversation, though, Joel became worried about how much time Ellie was spending with Jesse.

“Never really thought about what she did or didn’t learn in the QZ,” Joel said gruffly that night when it was just the two of you. “What if she don’t know how to keep herself safe?”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about,” you said, trying to avoid telling Joel exactly why he didn’t need to worry.

“Would you be OK talkin’ with her for me?” He’d winced as he asked it. “Feel like you’re her mom, think she’d be a little more… receptive to it coming from another woman.”

You’d said yes more to buy time than anything else.

You weren’t thrilled about the idea of lying to your husband but you could tap dance around the truth of it well enough. At least, that’s what you were telling yourself.

“While you’re trying to decide whether or not you want to tell your dad,” you said, getting up to lead Shimmer to her stall. “Think I’m going to call in that favor you owe me…”

“What favor?” She demanded. “You’re not telling him for me!”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I’m also not telling him that I didn’t give you the talk and he needs to do it himself…”

“Jesus…”

“So,” you continued. “Can I ask you to keep a closer eye on Savvy while Joel is out on patrol the next few days? She’s still… more comfortable talking with him than with me. Want to make sure she’s doin’ OK…”

“Of course I will,” she said, relaxing a little. “You know, I still think…”

“Ellie.”

“I’m just saying!” She said. “I know she’s doing her best to move past shit, she really is, but it would be a lot easier if she knew what she was actually moving past, that’s all I’m saying.”

“She’s getting there,” you said, giving Shimmer a scratch. “You don’t understand this yet but it’s hard when you know you can’t protect your child from everything. I can protect her from this.”

“Whatever you say,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m going to the mess hall. As far as Joel knows, you’ve talked to me, right?”

“Right,” you said. “Feel free to act all awkward and lay it on real thick…”

“Alright, bye,” she rolled her eyes and stalked off and you laughed, watching her leave.

It was good to see Ellie acting like she normally did. You knew she was worried about Joel going out on a longer patrol, too.

You were trying not to panic about it. It was time. Consciously, you knew that. He was ready for it, his body as healed as it would ever be. He still had a bit of a limp - one you knew he tried to disguise when he thought you were watching - but he was fully capable. You’d seen it on patrol with him the two times you’d gone, the second one thankfully far less eventful than the first.

He’d since gone out just him and Tommy, never going too far from Jackson. It still made you nervous, even though he always came back whole and well. You always clung to him when he got back and he let you, holding you against him, a hand running soothingly up and down your spine as he did.

But this was his first overnight patrol. He was going to be gone for a few days on a route that had been calm lately, you knew you didn’t have much reason to worry. That didn’t make it much easier.

“What’s got those wheels turnin’?”

Joel’s voice made you jump as you brushed Shimmer down in her stall. He was leaning against the entrance to the stable, arms crossed over his broad chest as he watched you, his denim shirt rolled up to his elbows.

“Who said they were?” You asked, giving the horse a final brush before leaving the stall and walking up to your husband, your own arms crossed over your chest. He smiled and quirked his jaw, shaking his head ever so slightly. “What brings you here, cowboy?”

“Tryin’ to get my wife all to myself for a bit,” he said. “Think I can entice you away from the mess hall for the evening?”

“I dunno,” you stepped closer. “What’d you have in mind?”

He shrugged.

“Just have to see.”

You laughed, dropping your arms and the pretense.

“Lead the way.”

He draped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you in to kiss your temple before walking slowly back to your house. When you stopped to think about it, it still struck you as funny that it was your house and that you thought of it that way and not as Joel’s place. But you did, it was the place you’d made your life together, feeling more like you belonged here than you had almost anywhere else you had ever lived.

When you got in the door, there was a small bouquet of wildflowers in a glass in the middle of the kitchen table, a table that was set for dinner for two. You looked at him, brows raised in surprise.

“What’s this?”

He shrugged, a sly smile on his face.

“Wanted a night in with my girl. Might have talked my way into a steak or two. Think you take yours… medium rare, right?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “I do.”

“Well,” he pulled you in for a long, deep kiss. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and when you’re done, there’ll be a medium-rare steak waitin’ here for ya.”

“Think I can be convinced,” you smiled against his mouth before kissing him again. “Feel like you’re butterin’ me up or something here…”

“Just tryin’ to make sure you remember why you’re married to me while I’m gone,” he said. “Try to keep you from getting too fed up with my shit…” You laughed and he smiled. “Go on so I can get this going, you’re too distracting standing this close.”

You rolled your eyes but obeyed, going to shower and, instead of putting on jeans or sweats after, finding one of the dresses in your closet, one that Joel had never seen you in. You got your wet hair out of the way and went downstairs again, strangely aware of how the dress hugged your curves.

Joel’s back was to you when you came in but the plates were on the table, steak and green beans and a pile of fresh potato chips on each one.

“Are you kidding me?” You gaped at them. “You realize we’re already married, right? You don’t have to try this hard.”

“Like tryin’ hard for you,” he turned around, glasses in hand, and his mouth fell open, blinking a few times in surprise. “Hot damn, baby…”

“Shocking, know,” you smirked.

“I ever tell you you’re the most beautiful goddamn thing I’ve ever seen?” He asked, setting a glass down at your place. “Now, let me feed you before I change my mind and try to pull that dress off right here in the kitchen.”

Joel really did grill a mean steak. He’d even made the two of you whiskey cocktails with a recipe he’d gotten from Julie and, by the time dinner was done, you were pleasantly tipsy and full.

“Where did you get the flowers?” You asked, trailing your fingertips over the tiny white blooms.

“Might have gone outside for a bit,” he winced a little. You raised your eyebrows. “Not far, the kids in town sneak out that way all the time…”

“Wait, what?” You gaped at him, practically jumping out of your seat.

“Not Savvy and not Ellie,” he said quickly and you settled. “Made sure they know better. But lot of the other kids do. S’pretty out that way, have to take you sometime. Still owe you a trip to the lake. But, in the mean time…” he got up and offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet. “I’ve got someplace to take you tonight.”

He led you to the living room, a nest of pillows and blankets and sleeping bags set up in front of the TV.

“Just one second…” he turned the TV on, the opening sepia toned shot from Titanic on the screen.

“Joel!” You gasped. “Where’d you even get this?”

“Asked around,” he smiled. “Would’ve gone and hunted it down just to see you get all excited though.”

You elbowed him lightly in the side and he laughed as the two of you settled into the pile on the floor, you in Joel’s arms with your head on his chest as his fingers trailed up and down the bare skin of your arm.

The movie was just as good as the last time you’d seen it with Joel. Better, really, because you got to watch it pressed completely against his broad, strong body. But you could only really pay attention so long, twisting in his hold so you were looking at him and not the screen.

“Know it ain’t exactly a date like before,” he said softly. “But… I do OK?”

“Oh you blew past OK a while ago,” you laughed a little and he smiled. “This was… thank you, Joel.”

“Course, baby,” he trailed his fingers over the outline of your face. “Gonna miss you when I’m out there.”

“You could just not go,” you said. “Don’t think anyone’s holdin’ a gun to your head about it…”

He laughed once, softly.

“I know,” he said. “But… I do appreciate you lettin’ me go. I know it ain’t easy for you. Don’t blame you for it. But I’m feeling a lot more like myself since I’ve been patrollin’ again. I feel useful. I missed it. Thank you for letting me find that again.”

Your eyes searched his. You couldn’t really argue that with him, not when he was being so damn open and honest about it.

“Just need you to come home to me,” you said quietly. “You can have and do whatever you want, long as you come home.”

“Long as you’re here to come home to?” He said. “I’m comin’ home. Every time.”

He kissed you, gentle at first but deepening, until he was shoving your skirt around your waist and pulling your underwear down your legs. He sank into you, slow and firm, his breaths heavy and hot on your skin. You sank your fingers into is skin, holding him close and tight and the worries you had about clutching onto him too hard were far away.

Joel kept his pace, his body so large and strong on top of and inside of yours. You could feel his heartbeat, his eyes locked on your own and you focused on how close he was to you, how you knew he was safe and whole like this. How you knew he wouldn’t lie to you, that he would do everything to come back home to you. Your body got tight and needy, the heat inside you pulling into the center of you and burning hotter and brighter with every desperate stroke.

“You’re gettin’ close baby,” he pressed his mouth into your throat, nipping at the tender flesh there before soothing it with a brush of his tongue and a kiss. “Want you to come for me. Love makin’ you feel good, fuckin’ live for it…”

“Promise it’s not the last time,” your voice was tight, too, the intensity of your orgasm crashing into the fear that you couldn’t seem to shake.

“Promise,” he pulled back from you enough to look in your eyes again, his large hand coming to cradle the crown of your head. “Nothing’s keepin’ me from you, baby, nothin’, it’s OK, it’ll be OK, promise it will…”

Your back arched, last ounces of tension gripping you for a moment before releasing in a forceful, desperate wave.

“Fuck, there you are,” Joel panted, fucking you through it, never easing, chasing his own orgasm through yours. “Feel so good, so goddamn good, fuck, that’s it, keep comin’ for me, know you can…”

As your own orgasm started to ease, his took hold, pressing himself deep inside and emptying himself into you there.

Joel pulled himself from your fucked out body with a groan and collapsed beside you, immediately pulling you tightly to him as you gasped short, shaky breaths.

“You’re OK,” he said gently, still breathing heavy himself. “I’ve got you, s’alright…”

You buried your face in his neck and fought to catch your breath, focusing on his scent and the feel of him against your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you said eventually. “I thought I was stronger than this but ever since… I can’t stop thinking about how close I came to never seeing you again and I just…”

“I know,” he said gently, pulling away from you enough that you could see his face. “I know how you’re feeling. I feel it, too. But I need you to know that I mean it when I say I’m comin’ back. I am, baby.”

You just nodded and focused on the feeling of him tracing the outline of your face in the dim light of the TV, his body close beside your own. He pressed a soft kiss into your lips, holding you closer as he did and staying close after he pulled away, so close that his nose brushed yours. You stayed like that, not bothering to turn to watch the movie let alone put in the second tape when the first one ended. Instead, you just memorized how he felt against you, how his eyes looked into your own, how his fingers found their familiar paths along your skin.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you were still entangled with him in the morning, his forehead against yours, his breaths easy and deep in sleep. You ran your fingers through his graying curls and his face tensed a little in his sleep before he adjusted, sliding down your body to bury his face against your chest. You just stroked his hair and held him there, the early morning light becoming pink with the sun.

When you couldn’t avoid it any longer, you woke him reluctantly and the two of you made your way to the stables, your body tucked against his. He gave you a squeeze before separating from you, the two of you working together to get the horses ready to head out on patrol. You walked with the patrol to the front gate, Joel leading his horse by the reins instead of riding him so he could hold your hand on the way.��

“Be safe,” you said quietly as he faced you, every other horse on the other side of the wall now.

“Promise,” he said gently, his large hand going to the back of your neck and holding you at just the right angle to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “Take care of yourself and our girls. Gimme somethin’ to come home to, OK?”

You smiled a little. Like something was going to happen in Jackson.

“Promise.”

You watched the patrol leave until they were out of sight, trying to calm the thudding of your heart as you headed for the stable to get started on all the work for the day.

You’d purposely set yourself up for a busy few days with Joel gone. If you were occupied, your mind couldn’t wander. So you focused on training horses.

It was the hardest part of your job but also the part you liked the most. You had to concentrate on it otherwise you’d get thrown. The horse could always tell when you were distracted, if you gave them an inch they would take a mile at this stage.

You were finally thinking about finishing up for the day, the sun low in the sky and your back sore after getting nearly thrown off a horse more times than you cared to count when Ellie and Savvy wandered into the stable, giggling to each other as they made their way over to you.

You took a moment to fully appreciate what they were to each other. You’d always felt bad for Savvy, having just you in the world, no one closer to her own age to bond with. Now, she and Ellie were attached at the hip, sharing the kind of bond you’d always longed to have with the sister who had never materialized, no matter how much you begged your parents for one. Both of them meant so much to you, the whole of the future wrapped up in them. You had survived a lot to get to this point, horrors you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, but you’d do it all again to see these two girls find sisterhood in each other. Conspiratorial whispers and knowing laughs and deep love was everything you wanted for your daughter and she had found it here.

“Terrified to know what this is about,” you half smiled as they walked over..

“Why does it have to be about something?” Ellie rolled her eyes. “What if we just wanted to come say hi.”

“Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two stop by to just say hi,” you said. “So that would be highly suspect. What do you want?”

“Can we go spend the night at Dina’s?” Savvy asked, the words all spilling out of her at once. “I promise we’ll behave and…”

“Dina’s?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at Ellie.

“Yeah, my friend Dina’s,” she gave you a firm look as she said it.

“And what will you be doing at Dina’s?” You asked, turning your attention back to Savvy.

“Just hanging out with some friends,” she said.

“Any boys?” You asked.

“No,” Ellie said quickly. “Mostly some of the girls who just finished up school and the girls who are about Savvy’s age, nothing crazy…”

“Please Mom?” Savvy interrupted her. “It’s going to be so fun and I haven’t done anything like this before but I’ve read about it and it sounds so cool and I really want to go and…”

“And Dina’s sister will be there?” You asked Ellie, who perked up at the question.

“Yeah,” Ellie said. “And she doesn’t let Dina get away with shit…”

“You do realize that you’re 18 and I can’t do a damn thing to stop you, right?” You said to Ellie. “Adults don’t need to ask their moms for permission.”

“I know,” Ellie said. “But so is Dina. And it’ll be more fun if Savvy can go. I’ll keep an eye on her, I promise.”

You looked between them, Savvy looking more happy and open with you than she had in months, so like how she used to look at you when asking for something when she was small. Her eyes were so wide and hopeful and you couldn’t say no, not when she was looking at you like that.

“Alright,” you sighed. Savvy squealed. “But you have to behave. Savvy, no drinking. If there are boys, you come home. No doin’ stupid shit like climbing buildings…”

“Oh that was like one time!” Ellie protested but you silenced her with a look.

“And I expect everything to stay PG,” you finished.

Ellie frowned.

“What the fuck does PG mean?”

You shook your head a little, some things still surprising you about how different the world was, even after all these years.

“It’s a saying from before,” you said. “Means make sure whatever you do, it’s family friendly. That means if you say you and Dina are friends, you act like friends.”

“We are friends,” Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Oh sure,” Savvy drew out the last word, laughing. “I always want to kiss my friends…”

Ellie elbowed her and she laughed harder before quieting down.

“We won’t cause any trouble,” Ellie said. “Promise.”

“You two have fun,” you said. “And come by the stable in the morning so I know you’re still alive.”

“OK Mom,” Ellie rolled her eyes, nudging a giddy Savvy toward the door.

“Thank you, Mom!” Savvy called, giving you a wave as Ellie urged her outside.

You just laughed and watched until you couldn’t see them anymore before taking your time getting everything set for the night. Your house would be empty overnight for the first time since you’d gotten married. You hadn’t slept without Joel beside you in months, you weren’t in a rush to get home and feel his absence there. But, after a while, you couldn’t stall anymore. You made your way to the mess hall, already mostly empty, but found Maria there with William next to her. She smiled and waved you over and you joined them, sitting across the table as William crashed a carved moose and deer into each other, complete with sound effects.

“See you’re putting off being home, too,” she said, putting one hand in the middle of William’s back.

“Yeah, well,” you sighed. “That’s a damn big house for one person.”

She smiled tightly, knowingly.

“It’s always hard, thinking about them out there like that,” she said. “But this one feels harder.”

“Yeah,” you said, laughing once, darkly. “It really does.”

“Hey Aunt Bambi,” William looked up from his toys, his brown eyes reminding you of Joel’s. There was so much of the Miller men in his face it made your heart ache. “Did you know that moose are the biggest deer sp…sp…” he frowned and looked up at his mom.

“Species,” Maria finished for him before looking over at you. “He’s been obsessed with that carving ever since Joel gave it to him for Christmas so we’ve been learning about moose…”

“Well, moose are pretty cool,” you said knowingly.

“I want to see one,” he said. “Mommy says I can’t ride it but I bet I could ride it.”

You tried really hard not to laugh, William’s springy curls bouncing as he looked down at the carving in his chubby hand.

“I don’t think ridin’ it would be a good idea,” you said. “They’re big, could be very dangerous. But they are neat to see.”

“They’re not dangerous,” he frowned. “I bet we would be friends, just because they are big doesn’t mean they’re dangerous…”

“OK let’s I’d rather not think about you riding a moose,” Maria rolled her eyes. “We can start with seeing one from afar once you’re older.”

He just sighed heavily, as though the weight of the world were on his small shoulders, and went back to playing with the carvings.

“I remember when Savvy was that age,” you smiled a little. “She was all about horses, though…”

“Wonder where she got that from,” Maria smiled back.

The three of you were the last to leave the mess hall, the clean up team heading to the kitchens before you started heading out.

“You’re welcome to come over if you don’t want to be at home,” Maria said, carrying William as he started to fall asleep on her shoulder. “Our door is always open…”

“Thanks but I need to bite the bullet,” you sighed. “If Joel’s going out on longer patrols again, I need to get used to spending some nights home alone.”

“Well, the offer still stands,” she said. “As long as you don’t mind my kid babbling to you about moose, apparently.”

You laughed a little.

“He can babble to me about whatever he wants,” you said.

You parted ways and walked around Jackson for a few minutes before heading for the barn where the dogs were kenneled overnight, leaving a note on the log and taking Gatling from her designated place. She trailed behind you home, happy to be under your control again, and you fell asleep with her curled up against your stomach.

It was a relief to start the next day. You were halfway through your days with Joel outside, not sure if he was safe, too far away for you to see our touch. You could do one more night. You brought Gatling back to her kennel before heading to the stables and getting to work.

The girls came by in the late morning, both looking exhausted but otherwise OK.

“We’re going to go home and take a nap,” Ellie said, talking for Savvy who was staring straight ahead, looking dazed. “But we’ll be in the mess hall at lunch…”

“Go sleep before you fall over,” you smiled and shook your head. “Fill me in on everything later.”

Ellie steered Savvy out of the stable and you laughed a little. Savvy had friends, friends she was staying up all night with. It was everything you wanted for her, watching her grow up both beautiful and sad, thinking she would never have friends like this.

The girls beat you to the mess hall, their backs to the door you came in, their heads together, talking conspiratorially.

“She can’t know,” Ellie said quietly. “She’d freak out…”

“We can handle it,” Savvy said, quiet but sharp.

“Handle what?” You asked, making both of them jump, their eyes going wide. They looked at each other quickly and you frowned. “Girls. Handle what.”

“Nothing,” Ellie said quickly. Savvy was looking at you with a strange expression on her face. “Just… there’s a girl we know, this guy is being a dick. I think we can handle it without talking to her because I think if she knew it’d just be extra shitty.”

You frowned.

“Not gonna go pick a fight, are you? Because…”

“No,” she said. “Not picking a fight.”

“OK,” you said, still uncertain. “But I think…”

“Actually, Bambi, if it’s OK, we’re just going to head out,” Ellie said, cutting you off. “We got here early and I need to go bug Jesse about something.”

“Alright,” you frowned, looking between the two of them. “Are y’all sure everything is OK? Because…”

“It’s fine,” Ellie said before you could finish. “Right, Savvy?”

“Yeah,” she said, still looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. Part of it like she didn’t know you at all. “It’s OK.”

“Alright,” you didn’t really believe either of them. “Look, if this boy is a serious problem…”

“Nothing like that,” Ellie cut you off again. “C’mon, Savvy.”

She got up and took Savvy’s hand, pulling her to her feet, too.

“Where can I find you two later,” you said. “Because…”

“We’ll be home,” Ellie said. “Don’t worry. It’s fine.”

She started pulling Savvy along behind her but Savvy just stayed where she was, her feet planted, eyes locked on you.

“Are you sure you’re OK?” You asked, brows knitting together. “If there’s anything you want to talk about…”

Savvy threw her arms around your waist, catching you totally by surprise, burying her face in your shoulder. You slowly, cautiously, put your arms around her, too, just holding her for a moment. It was so foreign yet familiar, so long since she’d latched onto you like this but holding her one of the only things it felt like you’d been made to do.

“You can always talk to me,” you said softly, running your hand over the back of her mass of curls and pressing a kiss to her temple. “About anything, I’m always here for you.”

“I know,” she said, stepping back and looking at you again. “I love you, Mom.”

You just stared at her for a moment, heart feeling like it was cracking open.

“I love you, too,” you said, your hands still on her shoulders. “More than anything.”

“C’mon Savvy,” Ellie said, taking her arm and tugging her away. “See ya, Bambi.”

You watched them go and debated following them before deciding to give Savvy some space. But, by the time you finished having lunch, you’d thought better of it. You were heading to see if they’d actually gone home but Olivia stopped you as you went past the stables, needing help with the horse you’d been working with the day before. It was hours before you could make it back to the house, bypassing your front door and heading straight for the back yard, knocking on Ellie’s door instead.

“One sec!” Ellie called and you heard her scramble for the door, breathless when she opened it. “Hey Bambi, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, not asking for permission and just stepping inside. Savvy was sitting crosslegged in the middle of her bed looking a little more like herself. Or, at least, the self you’d come to recognize her as lately, a little angry with her mouth set in a firm line. “Wanted to see what you girls were up to tonight, make sure everything was OK.”

“We’re fine,” Savvy said, sounding less angry than she looked. “Just pretty tired.”

You nodded slowly.

“Get that stuff figured out with your friend earlier?” You asked, looking between them.

“Think so,” Ellie said. “We can handle it. Right?”

“Right,” Savvy said, giving her a firm nod.

You looked between them, hoping one of them would elaborate. Neither did.

“Alright, look,” you said. “Both of you are actin’ real weird. I need you to tell me what it is you’re schemin’ up because, while I understand that you want to take care of your friend, you can’t just go around causing problems here in town over something like a break up…”

“We’re not causing any problems in town,” Ellie said reassuringly. “I promise, we’re not going to go beat up some kid in Jackson or anything like that, I swear.”

You looked to Savvy.

“She’s right,” she said. “We really aren’t.”

You clenched your jaw for a moment. Something felt… off. They were telling the truth but you were uneasy. Something was up.

“We’re actually still really tired,” Ellie said after a minute. “So, if it’s OK with you, we’re just going to call it a night…”

“You swear you’re not going to go beat up some boy?” You asked, looking between them.

“Promise,” Ellie said. “The Jackson boys are safe from us.”

You sighed, hoping to get Joel’s help getting more out of them when he was back the next night.

“Alright. You two actually get some damn sleep, OK?”

“OK Mom,” Ellie rolled her eyes and you smiled a little. At least that seemed like Ellie.

You went back to the house, sitting at the window to the backyard with a cup of tea for a bit, until the lights went off in their little house. Something still pulled at you but you went and settled on the couch, putting on an old VHS tape that had been in Joel’s house, whoever had lived here before’s recording of some episodes of Seinfeld. You didn’t fast forward through the commercials, marveling at how far away the world that sold things like Oreos seemed. You’d only been about Savvy’s age when this had been recorded. Your relationship with your mother had been fraught, too. As hard as it was to have the only reason you’d fought so hard to survive be distant, she’d done more with you today than you would have with your own mother at that age. You sighed. Maybe you were through the worst of it. Maybe this was just what it was like parenting a teenager, strange distance interspersed with shocking moments of vulnerability.

You dozed off halfway through the third episode and the pounding on your front door made you sit bolt upright, shocking awake with a gasp.

The sound was relentless, a fist slamming into wood instead of rapping against it. You scrambled off the couch and pulled the door open without bothering to see who was on the other side of it, your heart in your throat. What if it was Maria? What if something had happened to Joel?

But standing on your porch was Kyle, the boy Savvy had been spending time with, his shock of red hair slick with sweat, his freckled skin blotchy and red. There was a gash on his cheek.

“Mrs. Miller,” he panted, looking at you with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry, they let me go, they let me go to come find you…”

“Slow down, kid,” you said gently, heart still pounding. You put your hands on his shoulders and guided him inside. “Take a deep breath, what’s goin’ on, is everyone OK?”

“No,” he shook his head, his eyes still wild and frantic. “No, they’re not OK. He’s got them, he’s got them, I tried to stop him but I couldn’t, there were too many and…”

“Who’s got who?” You frowned. “Need you to slow down, you’re not making any…”

“Savvy and Ellie,” he said. Your heart stopped. “He’s got them.”

***

“Swear to God this is the longest damn patrol I’ve ever been on,” Joel said, happy he could actually recognize some of what was around them now.

“And we’re even gettin’ back a few hours early,” Tommy gave him a cocky smile. “At least it was an easy one.”

“Jesus, don’t know if I’d call it easy with how my damn leg is feelin’,” Joel said. “Swear all I’m doin’ tonight is soaking in the damn bath…”

“See how your wife feels about that,” Tommy teased and Joel rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen how you two look at each other…”

“Fuck off,” Joel said, smiling all the same.

“S’what I thought,” Tommy said.

It had been an easy few days, all things considered. They’d picked off a few stray infected but no signs of a larger group. No immediate signs of raiders, either, the territory they covered broad and quiet. They’d made good time coming back, closing in on Jackson around noon instead of that evening. It was one of those times that Joel was glad that you worked in the stables, happy he’d have an excuse to go right to you the second he was in the gate. He didn’t care that he knew that he smelled, days of sweat and dirt stuck on his skin and clothes. You wouldn’t mind. You’d damn near tackle him, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your body into his and he’d forget for a moment just how bad his damn leg was hurting after spending two and a half days on a horse.

But Joel knew something was off the second the gate opened, guards whispering low to each other as Joel and Tommy dismounted.

“Who died?” Tommy frowned, looking around.

“Maria’s on her way up,” Jason, one of the guards, said. “She knows what’s going on…”

Joel frowned at Tommy, who’s face had fallen, skin going pale.

“I’m sure s’all fine,” Joel said, limping more than usual as he went to stand beside his brother, clapping a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It’s Jackson, what could happen?”

Maria appeared then, walking quickly and talking seriously with Warren.

“Oh Jesus,” Tommy said softly. “This is bad…”

“Think we lost someone?” Joel asked, voice low.

“Feels like we’re about to go to fuckin’ war,” Tommy said, matching Joel’s tone.

“Good to see you two back and in one piece,” Maria said, Joel’s stomach lurching at her tone. She was talking like a member of the council not like his sister-in-law. “Jason, take the horses to get settled. I need to talk to Joel and Tommy.”

Joel’s heart beat a little faster. She said it like she needed to talk to him, like Tommy was there to make sure he didn’t fly off the handle. She put her hand in the middle of Joel’s back and guided him to the Tipsy Bison, the bar empty this early in the day.

“What’s goin’ on?” Tommy asked the second they were in the door. “Is William OK? Why’s everyone actin’ like someone fuckin’ died?”

“William is fine, he’s with the neighbors,” Maria said gently before turning her attention to Joel. “I need you to stay calm…”

“Why,” he demanded. “Maria…”

“We don’t know everything,” she cut him off. “We’ve only known about it for maybe two hours, we’re still coming up with a plan and…”

“Known about what,” Joel demanded. “What’s goin’ on?”

Maria took a deep breath and looked him dead in his eyes.

“Bambi, Ellie and Savvy are gone.”

Time slowed. His heart dropped and there was a high pitched whine ringing in his head.

That didn’t make sense. This was Jackson. Things were safe here, everything was supposed to be safe here, that’s why he’d stayed here, risked everything to bring Ellie back here, done everything to keep you here when you’d tried to leave before and something had taken you from him anyway.

“What do you mean they’re gone?” Tommy’s voice snapped him back into his head. “Where’d they go? What happened?”

“This is everything we know,” Maria held a folded piece of paper out to Joel, his name in your handwriting on one half of it like you were addressing a letter. “We’re doing everything we can…”

Joel unfolded the page with trembling hands, the crinkle of the paper almost sharp in his ears.

Joel,

I know I promised to be here to come home to but Cody has our girls and I’m going to get them back. He told me to come alone or they die and I can’t risk them. Please don’t come after me, not until we know they’re safe. I’ll do everything I can to come back to you but if I don’t, protect them and take care of yourself. They need you.

If I never see you again, I want you to know that loving you was worth surviving for. Getting to be your wife and taking care of our girls with you was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Be safe.

I love you.

You signed your name, your real name, like you had the tape you gave him for Christmas but there was one notable difference: your last name was Miller.

Joel’s fist got tight around the paper. He’d lost you and his girls. He’d let the man who had hurt you live and now that had all three of you, doing who knows what to you.

“They were here yesterday,” Maria’s voice sounded far away. “It must have happened overnight. When Bambi didn’t show up at the stables today, Olivia sent someone to check on her around 10 a.m. and they found the note…”

Joel wasn’t listening, turning and stalking for the door, taking mental stock of the supplies he still had on him. How much ammunition? He was pretty sure he had a good count of how many rounds he’d fired on patrol but now he was less certain.

“Joel!” Maria’s voice was sharp, making him stop, one hand on the door, the sunlight pouring through the glass of it oddly bright. How could anything be bright right now, at a moment like this? “What are you doing? You can’t just…”

He looked back over his shoulder, his brother and sister-in-law, the pair of them standing and watching him with cautious looks on their faces.

Joel hoped they wouldn’t try to stop him. He loved them both, they were family, but if he had to choose from you and the girls or his brother, his brother would lose every single time. He wouldn’t hesitate to go through them.

Joel had felt like he’d been meant to do very little in his life. Before, he’d worked a job that let him pay his bills and watched college football for a school he’d never had a shot at getting into. Since, he’d done plenty to get by and distract himself from the emptiness of his existence, none of it feeling like it was worth a damn thing. The one different, constant piece had been how he felt about the people his world revolved around. Sarah, Ellie, you, Savvy. The four of you were his calling. The four of you were why he was here at all. He’d survived the loss of Sarah by the skin of his teeth. In so many ways, he never really recovered. He wouldn’t have recovered at all if it weren’t for Ellie.

He wasn’t doing that again. He wouldn’t survive it again. This was life and death, not just for the three of you but for himself, too.

Joel met his brother’s gaze.

“That monster’s got my wife, my daughters,” Joel said, voice dark and firm. “I’m gonna hunt him, I’m gonna hurt him and I’m gonna bring them back.”

Next Chapter

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I know, more angst. I don't know why I'm like this either. Feel free to yell at me in the comments or my ask box or my DMs. I'll still love you.

Thanks for putting up with me and all my shit and for continuing to read this story. It really does mean so, so much to me.

I love you!!

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★ THE AFTER PARTY

⋆ 5 - SWEETHEART?

the time to leave comes quickly, and you depart from your apartment around 2pm to drive to the location alisa had sent you. it’s about 17 minutes away, located in a busier area of tokyo.

when you arrive, you feel yourself grow unnecessarily intimidated. the building looks professional like a corporate location, and extends a bit wide, about two stories high.

walking inside with your bag clutched in between your arms, you’re adrupltly stopped by what looks to be a security guard.

“your name, miss?” he asks you.

“y/n l/n, sir.” you watch him scan over the tablet he held in his hands.

“hm. your name isn’t on this list.” he says, eyes flicking up to you suspiciously. you’re unsure what to say as you stare back at him.

“you need to leave. this is a private area.” he says sternly.

“im sorry, but alisa haiba asked for me.” you attempt to reason, but he continues to usher you back out of the doors.

“sure she did. again, you need to leave the premises, now.” he argues.

your foot is almost backed out of the doors you once came through before a voice interrupts.

“ah, y/n, there you are!” alisa says as she makes herself known, eyeing the security guard as she beckons you over to her.

“this is an extremely important client. call me here before you try to kick someone out again.” she says, voice completely switched from the sweet tone she usually holds. the security guard frantically mumbles a ‘yes ma’am’.

you hold a still expression before alisa is brightly talking again.

“i’m so sorry about that! we have to take precautions sometimes. it wont happen again. let me give you a tour!” she says with a wave of her hand.

she walks with you around the building, each door embellished with its meaning on the front. you pass through each hallway, eventually leading to the elevator. when you exit, you take notice that the upper story is much more quiet than the bustling area below.

up here, the doors now have their selected titles surrounded in gold plaques. “NEKODANI OFFICE” and “BREAK ROOM” are just two examples of the few doors you see. you finally reach the end of the hallway, and alisa comes to a stop in front of the door.

“this is our recording studio. you’ll be spending quite a bit of time in this area.” she remarks before she smiles and continues. “the band is in here right now. ready to meet them?” she says as she reaches her hand for the doorknob.

you completely still after realizing what had just slipped from her mouth, having almost no time to react. your heart drums into your ears as you look to her with widened eyes, about to ask her to repeat her words, but she beats you to it by swinging the door open fully.

the room you stand outside of drops to such a silence that you could hear the drop of a pin. 4 pairs of eyes travel towards the entry way, not a single word uttered. alisa steps to the side, and your feet stay planted to the floor, legs not allowing you to move forward and you’re not exactly sure why, but you feel like you’re about to piss your pants.

“boys, welcome your new songwriter.” alisa speaks up, shattering the noiseless room.

the door closes behind you, and you can feel the stares radiating through your skin. your nerves eat at you with your eyes trained to anything but the people in front of you, and the only thing that utters out of your mouth is a short and hardly audible “hello.”

you hear the squeak of a chair and loud, rumbling footsteps until a presence makes itself known in front of your feet, and it speaks.

“did you know it was my idea to hire a songwriter? im pretty smart, don’t you think?” an excited voice rambles to you, and you find the courage to look up.

a tall and buff statured man stands in front of you, almost too close, hair spiked with frosted white tips and black roots. his golden eyes are wide and there’s a smile on his face as he waits for you to answer his partially rhetorical question. you try to find the words to say before another voice cuts in.

“you’re scaring the poor girl, bokuto. back up.” he says, placing a hand on the shoulder of the man, bokuto, in front of you.

his black hair waved at the framing of his face, eyes that colored gunmetal paired with a more lean build to him, and he gazes at you before he moves his friend out of the way.

“i’m sorry, excuse bokutos behavior.” he says to you.

“i would’ve punched him.” yet another voice cuts in. he lazily walks into view. a smaller height, and longer hair that sweeps into his face. blonde tips and dark roots, his eyes squinted and irises yellow.

“as if you haven’t done that before, kenma. you all are being too damn awkward.” the last bellows.

he comes forward with his hand extended for you to shake. his black hair swoops on one side of his face, honeyed eyes and a cheshire grin. the tallest of the group, and he leans toward you.

“pleasure to have you here. my friends are kind of stupid, don’t mind them.” he grins and you hear one of the others scoff, your hand moving as you shake his.

he manages to break some of the tension in the room, and you’re finally able to fully scan all of the faces in front of you.

theres no denying why these guys are famous. they can sing, they can dress, and they all definitely have the looks. yes, the cliche heartthrobs.

your eyes stop at the first boy that had tried to talk to you, and you’re able to move from your spot as you take a couple steps to him, hand out to shake his.

“i guess i also have you to thank for getting me hired, sir. sounds pretty smart of you to me.” you say, answering his question from before, and he beams as he accepts your hand. afterwards, you take a step back to position yourself in front of all four men.

“y/n l/n. it’s nice to meet you all. im glad to be able to have this opportunity to work with you. i hope i don’t disappoint.” you slightly bow as you declare, nerves still on high but dissipating enough for you to be able to introduce yourself. one of them takes the hint after your introduction to properly let you know who they are this time.

“no need to be so professional, sweetheart.”

‘sweetheart’?

“that spiky haired fella is bokuto, our drummer. he looks all big and broody but he’s a teddy bear at heart, if you couldn’t tell. goody two shoes, that’s akaashi. he plays bass and sings. this quiet snarky kid here is kenma, he plays synths. don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.” he stops and places a hand onto his chest and continues, “im kuroo tetsuro. lead singer. i think akaashi might still be stingy about that though.” he jokingly remarks, eyeing akaashi with a grin when the latter rolls his eyes.

you nod your head in understanding and repeat the names in your head a couple of times, as to remember them thoroughly. alisa waves her hands before she begins to speak again.

“alright, y/n! this will be the building you come to for every scheduled day you have. i hate to be such a workloader, but if you could think of some ideas for the album right away, that would be wonderful… you should be on the agenda to come back here in 2 days.”

“i can do that. i should probably head home now then, it was nice to meet you all.” you wave quickly, goodbyes shared from the band, and alisa eventually escorts you out of the building.

when you’ve finally arrived home, you’re able to fully process the events of today. the security guard, the huge building, the band, the famous band that you just so happened to get hired to write songs for along with one of those incredibly attractive band members casually slipping a ‘sweetheart’ as if you hadn’t just met.

nevertheless, you shake those intruding thoughts off and begin to brainstorm, and you’re really praying this won’t be a mistake.

<- PREV ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ->

★ FUN FACTS

⋆ bokuto got excited when you addressed him as “sir” because everyone else always says he’s unprofessional.

⋆ akaashi actually had no problem being the background singer, because he knew he wouldn’t like that much of a spotlight on him alone.

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iybms · 2 years

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Into the Shadows

painting + short fic

title: Into the Shadows rating: T pairing: keith/lance words: 712 tags: pov lance, bom keith, strong language ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23520190

Lance is not unfamiliar with being pressed up against Keith.

It's happened in so many different contexts at this point now ― from being judo-style pinned during combat training to climbing up an elevator shaft back-to-back, half-naked ― that there's very little novelty in being pressed against him here, crouched in a dark corner of a Galra base.

Even if he wishes there were some novelty. Some meaning, some comfort. At the very least, maybe, a mutual understanding that there's some pleasantness about each other's arms, as a place to be. That, even though they haven't addressed why it's pleasant and maybe don't want to yet, it is pleasant nonetheless.

There's a draw. Something just a little bit magnetic between them that doesn't belong amidst Galra sentry gunfire and prowling footsteps.

The gunfire, in particular, is paused, as the sentries haven't spotted them in their small, dark corner, almost entirely hidden behind a large wall structure in their alcove.

Keith is on his knees with his blade in one hand, his back pressed to the wall, and Lance is tucked to Keith's front in a low crouch, his red bayard clutched at the ready between them in rifle form, the only dim source of light in the tiny space.

They are silent, nervous, and utterly alone.

Keith's free arm winds tighter around Lance's back, pulling him closer, more securely into the shadows as another wave of sentries passes by the hall in pursuit of their direction. Keith blends into the darkness perfectly, with his dark hair and dark Blade of Marmora uniform. Lance, by contrast, sticks out like a sore thumb ― bright, valiant, and shining with his paladin armor and glowing weaponry.

Once the sentries are sufficiently far away, Lance takes in a shaky breath, somewhere against Keith's neck.

"There weren't supposed to be this many, right?" He hisses out in the smallest breath he can manage. "How the fuck are we supposed to get to the rendezvous point? We can't even move. We might as well just―"

Lance goes to do something, but before he can even decide what exactly, Keith's hand moves and Lance's heart stops.

And then suddenly, Lance's heart is beating frantically, because Keith's hand has moved up to Lance's hair, and it's weaved there, holding him close like a― like a lover.

"Lance."

Keith's voice is so close to his ear. It's so soft, and so low, that Lance thinks he can feel Keith's lips. But then, when Keith's lips actually do brush his skin, across the arch of his cheekbone, light and gentle, Lance thinks he's never felt anything ever in his life before this. Nothing that has touched his skin until now has ever charged each nerve ending like a capacitor the way Keith's lips do. Nothing has turned his whole body into an electrical hot wire the way Keith's trembling kiss does.

He doesn't dare move. Doesn't breathe, doesn't blink, doesn't anything. He's pretty sure the only thing moving in his body is his blood, which is all rushing to his face. And he's pretty sure Keith can feel it, because his face is so hot now, he's on fire, and his face is still pressed right up against Keith's jaw.

And now that he's completely still, he can feel it at Keith's neck, pressed against the back of his hand: Keith's heartbeat.

Wild, uneven. Terrified.

"Please," Keith breathes, into Lance's skin. "We have to be careful. I don't want―" He bites off some doomed predicate that Lance will never know. "We can wait, for the others to get to us. If you don't have any other ideas."

Everything between them and around them is silent and still again for a long moment, while everything inside Lance pulses and flies and whirls like a hurricane. He considers Keith's lips, Keith's arms. He considers Keith's impulsiveness, his restraint, his desperation. He considers Keith's arms again. He wants, he wants, so much, to lean into them. He does, sincerely, try to think of another plan.

Finally, after what feels like forever but before any more sentries have a chance to scout, Lance releases his bayard, and slips his gloved palm up the nape of Keith's neck.

Without the rifle between them, Keith pulls Lance further into the shadows.

#my art #my writing #klance #2020

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eyeless-smiles · 2 months

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@pumpkinstabs

Corinthian prefers making his kills somewhere a little more private. Seducing willing victims back to a motel room or their own place. Bathroom stalls and back alleys do in a pinch, but they can get messy. What with possible witnesses and no easy way to hide a body.

But sometimes, a gorgeous pair of eyes are just too good to pass up on. And their owners get spooked. Too weary to follow a stranger home.

Hence why he has this prettly little thing pinned to a wall in the back alley of a local restaurant.

Those icy blue eyes stare up at him with lust and trepidation. Quickly twisted into betrayal and mounting horror when the mortal realises this isn't just some back alley hookup. The sharp, cutting steel of his blade caresses his victims throat as the Corinthian lurches over him like a starving wolf. His sultry smile taking on a sharpness that is fare more sinister.

"What do you want-- money?? My wallet is in my pocket, please, take it-!" Futile attempts to beg for his life fall on disinterested ears. A low chuckle of dark intent rumbling within the Corinthian's auxilary throats as those concealed maws begin to drool with anticipation over their next meal.

"Oh, I don't want your money, doll."

The Nightmare looms closer. The mortals eyes widen with utter terror as they catch a glimpse of gnashing teeth beyond the depths of his shades.

"What are-!?" Shaky words are cut short by the sweeping embrace of Corinthian's blade across the young man's neck. Crimson billowing forth to cascade down his shirt whilst any further attempts to speak get stuck in his slit throat.

"That's it, baby. Die nice and quick for me." The monster muses as the human hopelessly clutches at their throat- then the Nightmare's lapels. Grasping, choking, trying with desperation to fight off the monster that has him pinned.

But his attempts don't seem to phase the Nightmare in the slightest. A golden hand viciously grips the dying man's jaw. Forcing his victim's eyes to meet his own so that the Corinthian can witness every frantic emotion that flashes through them.

So caught up in his ritualistic killing, the Nightmare is too preoccupied to pay attention to the world around it.

#((this got pretty long pls dont feel pressure to match length!#ic #pumpkinstabs #gore tw #death tw #violence tw

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seventiesdeadgaywizards · 11 months

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cocktails and confessions

warnings: explicit language, joking sexual references, hardly edited

genre: fluff

pairing: fem barty crouch jr x fem evan rosier

word count: 645

a/n: i saw a post with ‘i love you’ responses and there was ‘i know’ and i was just like that’s so barty coded so i needed to write it

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Evan has her hand wrapped tightly around her drink, although it’s still mostly full. She has to tell Barty how she feels… but does she? The voice of reason says yes, she really does but she chooses to ignore it, instead ogling Barty from across the room, how her dark hair is slipping from her bun and the way she danced and her little black dress.

Eventually, she stops dancing and begins heading over to where Evan and Regulus are. Regulus gives Evan a meaningful look then leaves, that bastard, giving some excuse like seeing James. Regulus’ girlfriend was at the party as well, and they’d been giving each other heart eyes the whole time.

As Barty neared Evan, her heart beat raced, hands clammy and clutching her drink even tighter. She attempts composure, leaning slightly against the wall. Barty walks up, being her usual self and smirking.

“What’s up your ass? You look like someone died,” She says, subtle as ever. Evan rolls her eyes. “Nothing, asshole.”

Barty just laughs, the sound clear and pretty.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you.” Evan seizes the opportunity. Barty gives her a nod, the only response. “I- ah… I love you.” Evan stutters out. Way to go, Evan. Literally no lead up? Wow.

“I know.” Barty responds, smiling, her dimples showing. She then walks away.

Like, what the fuck does that mean?

Shit. You couldn’t have screwed that up more, Evan, the voice in her head told her. She told it to shut up.

However, as soon as Evan walks into the corridor, slightly heartbroken but still in denial, a hand clamps over her mouth, spinning her around to the wall. She faces Barty, her face face smiling. “Took you long enough,” she comments. Evan rolls her eyes yet again.

“What, were you waiting for me?” Evan quirks an eyebrow at the shorter girl, smiling as Barty turns slightly pink and looks away.

“…of course not.” If she hadn’t said that sounding so flustered it might have worked, but it was just cute now.

“Mhmm, I totally believe you.” Evan says sarcastically. Barty is still blushing and Evan has to restrain herself from running her fingers across her cheeks.

As Barty finally makes eye contact, Evan notices the position she’s in, noting it. She places both her hands on either side of the shorter girl, effectively pinning her against the wall. Evan smiles, raising a cocky eyebrow.

Barty seems flustered by this move as well, but she tries to cover for it with a grin. Evan, leaning closer to her, whispers in her ear; “We all know you’re blushing, it’s cute how you try to disguise it though.”

This; in fact; only makes Barty more red. Evan leans down even closer, faces almost touching. Barty’s eyes widen. “Hmm, where’s the cocky girl from the party?” Evan teases. Barty can’t seem to answer.

A moment later, Barty closes the gap between them tentatively, kissing her softly. As Evan reciprocates, it becomes heated, a frantic press of lips. Evan explored the shorter girls’ mouth, her tongue mapping out the inside.

Evan eventually removes her lips from the other girls’ mouth and instead begins sucking on her neck, leaving marks that were sure to show in the morning. Barty throws her head back, lightly whimpering at the biting and aggression of Evan’s mouth.

Evan pulls Barty’s legs up, wrapping them around her waist, Barty throwing her arms around Evan’s neck and tangling her hands through her hair as Evan continued sucking her neck.

In what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes later, Regulus walked out, drink in hand. Evan quickly let Barty drop to the floor, straightening her shirt and hair.

Regulus rolls her eyes at Evan then says, “Get a room, you two. We’re in public.”

“As if you aren’t fucking your girlfriend every other minute,” Evan retorts.

Regulus turns red.

Eventually, she and Barty walk back into the party.

That night they make it official.

#rosekiller #fem rosekiller #barty crouch jr #barty x evan #barty crouch junior #evan x barty #evan rosier #marauders era #background jegulus #regulus black

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meowdarame · 2 years

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sex is the solution!

pairings: satori tendou x fem!reader x shion madarame (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

synopsis: you foolishly butt in on your boyfriends’ petty argument, and they handle your disrespect the way that they deem best— by fucking you into submission.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI! tr and hq crossover; dom!tendou, sub/switch!shion, sub!reader, mmf threesome (with m! x m! and f! x m! interactions), poly relationship, cockwarming, oral (both f! and m! receiving), one slap to the thigh, light degradation, lots of praise, overstimulation (f!receiving), edging (m!receiving), creampie, facials

word count: 2.4k

notes: my submission for snow’s and z’s selfship collab! a little glimpe into the lives of the diontori trio, but written in ‘x reader’ format so y’all can enjoy it too heh. hope you enjoy! reblogs and feedback is super appreciated!

“shion, how many fucking times do i have to tell you to remove your hair from the drain after you shower?!” satori shouts, clutching a soggy piece of toilet paper with something wrapped inside it. he marches up to your other boyfriend, who’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch with his thighs spread wide.

satori opens up the wad of paper, revealing a clump of tangled blonde hair. “this is the second time this week i’ve had to pull your bleach-fried, scarecrow hair out of the damn drain!”

shion scoffs indignantly, ignoring the redhead’s barrage of insults. he doesn’t even look up at the outstretched hand in front of him, continuing to type away on his phone as he replies casually, “it’s not mine.”

“not yours?” from the agitation in satori’s voice, you can tell that he’s quickly losing his patience. “you’re the only person in this household with blonde hair, dumbass. how could it not be yours?”

shion’s eyes flit once to satori’s face before they return to his phone screen. like tendou, he’s losing his patience just as fast. “like i said, not mine. or are you hard of hearing? maybe you should worry less about cleaning the shower drain and spend more time cleaning your fucking ears!” the blonde snickers at his own joke, relishing in the way that tendou’s face burns red and his expression contorts into a scowl.

suddenly, his frown wipes itself clean off of his face, being replaced with a look of amusement. the corners of his lips curl upwards into a twisted grin. “oh, i’m sorry. that’s my bad! i forgot you were bad eyesight. here— let me give you a better look.” satori shoves the sopping piece of toilet paper into the blonde’s face, smearing it all over his cheek and mouth.

shion immediately reels back and wipes his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. through frantic spits, shion screeches, “oh, you’re gonna fucking pay for that, asshole!”

without warning, the blonde lunges for tendou, tackling him and pinning him to the floor. the two wrestle around for a bit, neither of them gaining the upper hand over the other, but they both stop when your annoyed voice breaks through their slurry of frustrated grunts and pained groans.

“if you guys are gonna act like idiots, can you please take it somewhere else? i can’t even watch a show without the two of you being so goddamn annoying.”

both of their heads spin towards you, shooting you fierce glares as you stare back at them in silence. “i’m sorry, sweetheart,” satori starts, lifting himself off of shion’s splayed-out body. “care to repeat that again?”

you gulp as the redhead stalks towards you, the blonde following suit. immediately regretting snapping at them, you pout and mutter under your breath, “you guys are being annoying. i just wanted to watch my show in peace.”

“annoying, huh?” tendou spits back, plopping down next to you onto the couch and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “that’s a little mean, don’t you think, shion?”

“a little mean?” shion responds, sitting on the other side of your body. they’re both so close, their warm breaths fanning your cheeks, and you feel caged in by both of their predatory gazes. “i think it’s fucking rude, if we’re being honest.”

they continue their conversation as if you weren’t there. “right?” tendou chirps back. “we were just playing around, ‘til she had to butt in and insult us!” he presses a languid kiss to your cheek, letting his lips linger against your skin as he continues on, “i think this bad behavior warrants a punishment. what do you think, shion?”

“of course it does,” shion agrees, eagerly nodding his head. in your peripheral vision, you can see a smug smirk settled onto his face. “she needs to learn her lesson— that we don’t tolerate her disrespect.”

satori hums once before his fingers fly to your waist, tugging off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. you squeal at the hasty movement, and tendou quells your squirming by landing a harsh slap to your thigh, making the soft flesh jiggle on impact. “strip, shion,” tendou commands, and the blonde enthusiastically complies.

hooking his arms around your waist, tendou guides you to straddle shion’s lap, and your other boyfriend rubs his fat tip along your folds and around your clit until you’re sufficiently soaked enough to take him fully. once they hear the lewd squelching sounds coming from your pussy, shion digs his nails into your hips and pushes you down onto his cock. you screech at the unanticipated intrusion, but satori drowns out your cries by crashing his lips against yours, kissing you fervently while shion’s hands rock your hips back and forth over his crotch.

“don’t fucking move,” satori chides. “you’re not free from punishment either. have you forgotten that we’re in this mess because you wanted to be lazy and leave your hair in the shower?”

shion groans in dismay but heeds tendou’s request, bringing his movements to a complete stop. tendou lowers himself off of the couch and kneels in between shion’s legs, his face merely a few centimeters from where you and shion are connected. he marvels at the thin ring of your cream that coats shion’s base. “already so close and he just barely put it in, huh? pathetic,” tendou coos sadistically, pressing a chaste kiss to your aching clit. “it’s almost like you wanted us to punish you. is that so, princess?”

“n-no, tori,” you stammer, mind growing hazy with how full you feel. “i didn’t mean to be rude, i just—”

he shuts you up by wrapping his pink lips around your sensitive bud, suckling and swiping it with his expert tongue. a whimper gets caught in your throat, and your palm cradles the back of tendou’s head, holding his face against your cunt as he absolutely devours you.

“fuck,” both you and shion rasp out, and you turn behind you to look at him. his eyelids are heavy and his wet lips are parted, a dribble of his saliva sliding down his chin. he grows drunk off the way that your walls clench around him so tightly— almost as if they’re trying to suck him deeper into you. his hands sneak under your shirt and cup at your tits, his calloused palms kneading your soft mounds. fingers tweaking and tugging at your nipples, his fervid actions force you to throw your head back and moan. since he can’t thrust up into you and fuck you, he’s finding other ways to entertain himself, exploring your body in search of anything that will bring him closer to his orgasm.

shion’s toying is short-lived, however. with a couple more swirls of his thick tongue around your sensitive clit, tendou makes you cum— hard. your pussy clamps down around shion’s length as you cry out, and the blonde relishes in the way that your plush walls flutter around him as you ride out your high. it’s so overwhelming for the both of you; everything feels so hot, so good, and neither of you can hold back the string of expletives that tumble out of your lips.

tendou pulls his face out from between your thighs, a lazy smile plastered across his face. your cum drips down his chin, and you can see the large tent that pokes out through his sweatpants. he makes no effort to hide how much he’s enjoying this— basking in the pleasure of knowing how pliant and obedient he can make you and shion.

“we’re gonna do this again,” satori reveals as he swipes his thumb across his chin and collects your juices. he pops the digit into his mouth and cleans it off, before adding on, “and again, and again, and again— until both of you learn not to talk back to me in my own home.”

“but it’s our house too,” shion pants out, his chest still heaving from his ruined orgasm.

“and for that snide comment, you just added another round to your punishment!” tendou cheers. “now before we continue, does anyone have any other stupid comments or objections to say!”

when you and shion respond in silence, tendou’s smile settles deeper into his cheeks. “good. now let’s see how long it’ll take for the two of you to break your bad habits.”

…

after your nth orgasm, you realized that satori only ever really lies in the bedroom.

his false promises of “sweetheart, just one more! you can take one more, can’t you?” and “shion, baby, hold out for me. you’re doing so good— i promise this is the last one!” were enough to trick you and shion into complying at the time, but in hindsight, you should have seen through his devious lies. tendou is insatiable in bed and has a penchant for all things sweet, and what’s sweeter than hearing yours and shion’s pitiful cries begging him to stop?

“okay, i think you two have learned your lesson,” satori exhales as he leans back onto his haunches. sweat beads down your face as you come down from the intense high, and through the thin fabric of your shirt, you feel shion’s flushed skin pressed against your back. you both sigh in relief, grateful that the past hour of cruel torture has finally come to an end. it’s too good to be true though, and you quickly discover that once satori opens his mouth to speak once more.

“now that we’re done with punishments, let’s move onto rewards— mine, to be exact.” he stands from his seat, pulling off his sweats and briefs and kicking them off of his ankles. he pumps his shaft a few times before placing his reddish tip in front of your lips. “suck,” he orders, and you eagerly take him into your mouth as far as you can, wrapping your hand around the rest of his length where you can’t reach. you bob your head up and down his dick, and gagging sounds rumble from your throat; satori bites his bottom lip to prevent himself from cumming on the spot, and he pulls his cock from your mouth with a pop.

shion’s head rests limply on your shoulder, your boyfriend far too exhausted to even keep his head upright. but it’s his turn now, and tendou taps his cockhead against the blonde’s cheek to let him know. shion slowly lifts his face from the crook of your neck, wearily lolling his tongue out and taking satori’s dick into his mouth. tendou takes mercy on his sorry state and holds up his head with both of his palms, gently bucking his hips into his boyfriend’s mouth. when he’s had his fill, the redhead pulls out of shion’s mouth and delivers one final command. “spit,” to which shion shoots a glob of his saliva onto tendou’s glistening cock.

satori lowers himself back onto the ground, retaking his former position between your thighs. your breath hitches as you watch him press a fleeting kiss to your swollen clit, but he lowers his mouth to shion’s balls.

“i bet you’re so pent up right now that i could just play with your balls and you’d cum, huh?” satori breathes out, nuzzling his cheek against shion’s flexed inner thigh. “why don’t we test my theory?”

tendou takes one of the blonde’s balls into his mouth, using his other hand to cup the one that’s being neglected. his fingers roll and massage his testicles, while his free hand jerks himself off. shion is quickly reduced down to a whimpering mess, burying his face into your shoulder and biting gently. from the soft whines coming from both of your boyfriends’ lips, you know that they’re not going to last very long.

satori’s hand flies upwards and grabs shion’s, which is holding desperately onto your waist. guiding his fingers to your pussy, the redhead nonverbally instructs shion to play with your clit. shion obeys, and he begins rubbing tight circles around the overstimulated nub, making your face wince at the intense stimulation.

tendou feels shion’s balls twitching in his mouth, and he knows that the blonde is close. he can tell that your impending orgasm is also just within your reach, from the way that your hole spasms around your boyfriend’s cock. satori hollows his cheeks and sucks gently as shion spills his seed into your fucked-out cunt, filling you up with a familiar warmth; your pussy milks him dry, contracting around him as he shoots thick strings of his cum into your womb. shion slurs praises into your ear, whispering indiscernible phrases thank you’s as he comes down from his high.

the redhead stands up and chokes out a quick “open your mouths, now!” before his hot cum spurts out of his slit, barely missing yours and shion’s parted lips and splattering all over your cheeks and chins. he throws his head back and groans as he empties himself, a pink tint creeping up his shoulders and neck from the euphoric pleasure overtaking his body. once his high plateaus, his scarlet eyes look down at the two of you, relishing in the mess that he’s made of his significant others.

“wow, my aim is fucking shit,” satori giggles to himself. he walks over to a nearby cabinet and pulls out a box of baby wipes. he grabs a few of the wet towelettes and hands them to the two of you.

“it’s better than mine at least,” shion chuckles as he cleans his face. “remember that one time i accidentally shot my cum straight into both of your eyes?”

“don’t remind me about it,” you quip back playfully. “i can feel my eyes burning from just thinking about it.” tossing the dirtied wipe onto the coffee table, you continue on, “are you both feeling better now, though? you don’t want to rip each other’s throats out anymore, right?”

both of the men eagerly nod their heads. “who knew that using sex to resolve petty arguments would be a great idea!” shion jokes, and the two of you join him in laughter.

catching your breath, you wheeze out, “i mean, it definitely worked, but next time i’d like for the three of us to at least have a civil conversation first.”

satori chimes in, “well, that’s only if shion remembers to take his straw-like hair out of the damn shower drain!”

“satori!”

“what? he started it!”

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amostfoolishgold · 10 months

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Lazuli doesn't carry weapons. Any time she's asked, she has an excuse ready to go. Fighting isn't allowed on the faction isles, she can't aim to save her life, a sword would ruin this outfit, isn't that what I keep you around for darling? But this is the truth of the matter:

The man says something. Lazuli barely even hears the actual words. Something about the points of her ears and her mother maybe. What she hears is the derision lacing it. She doesn't even really register what she's doing until he's pinned to the wall by her hand at his neck. She flexes her hand, makes sure he feels the press of claws. He goes gratifyingly pale when he tries to push away from the wall and finds her grip unyielding.

"I am going to give you one chance to reconsider that statement or, well, it has been a while since I last ate properly."

She could lure him. Coat her words in siren magic and force him to agree, but that's hardly effective long term and (more importantly) she doesn't want this to be easy for him. He nods quite frantically.

"I didn't mean- it was stupid, a stupid joke it won't- it won't happen again I swear!"

Lazuli smiles, a shark's smile with all those sharp teeth on display.

"Good lad. See that it doesn't."

She loosens the grip on his neck. Before he can really move, she slashes her other hand across his stomach. Not deep, he'll be fine as long as the doctors here are half decent, but he still screams and there's still a satisfying spray of blood. There's a handful of startled sounds around the tavern and the distinct sound of many hands reaching for various weapons. Lazuli pokes the man with her foot where he's crumpled over to clutch at his stomach.

"Call that a reminder."

She peers at the embroidery on his coat and the emblem pinned to it.

"Any Kestrels want to make sure your guy here doesn't bleed out?"

There's a moment of absolute stillness before a pair of Kestrels begrudgingly abandon their drinks and drag the guy to his feet. Lazuli gives them her most charming smile and layers just the tiniest bit of magic into her voice. Just enough to smooth some feathers.

"Thanks, he should be fine, just get him to a doctor."

She turns back to the table she had been perfectly happy sitting at and gives her companions an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that, what were we talking about?"

She licks the blood off her hand while being openly stared at, and she really might have to reconsider the whole not killing humans anymore thing because wow she'd forgotten how they taste.

"...can't you get kicked out for fighting on the faction isles?"

Finneas looks a little green as he speaks. Lazuli shrugs.

"I'd hardly call that a fight." That earns her a little chirp of a laugh from Neb, but a Look from Joanna. "Besides, I'd like to see them try and get rid of me. I've got some bad news for them if they try and make me walk the plank." She pauses. "And if I can't talk myself out from in front of a gun then frankly I deserve to get shot. Anyway! Jo, you said something about meteors?"

Joanna's face does something complicated, but eventually settles into a flush and she sighs.

"Alright, so-"

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Blatantly yoinking ocs for this one lmao. Joanna belongs to @pacificwaternymph, Neb to @solsearchingnights, and Finneas to @finnified (unnamed bastard also belongs to finn because I was picturing Dante, I just couldn't really figure out a way to. State that that's who he is lmao)

I do have uh. Nicer snippets partially written but I realised I hadn't given Lazuli a weapon and then the image of her ripping some guys throat out with her teeth wouldn't leave me alone but I figured that was a bit much for a chill night out y'know?

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sappymix1 · 1 year

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day six!! princess dream and knight george. writing angst for once in my life oh princess dream my poor baby :((( see you tomorrow for the last day!!

Dream wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the war room when her mother made the decision.

She was supposed to be back in her own chambers, her ladies in waiting helping her remove the mountain of petticoats that pooled around her lower body and undoing the tiny buttons that ran up her back. She was supposed to be sitting still and straight as they undid the pins that kept her curls pinned up and perfect and brought water for her to wash the day off of her face. She was, most certainly, not supposed to be kneeling in the hallway, ear pressed up against the wooden door as she strained to hear what her mother was saying while Hannah, her closest companion in the royal household, stood a few feet away as a reluctant lookout.

Dream had been tracking the war for months, studying maps and every memo her mother left out in her war room as the lines of their enemies steadily grew closer. She’d read the reports from their neighboring allies of burning homes and mass casualties. She knew what was coming for them. She’d been hoping, desperately, that someone could stop it before it arrived.

Her mother’s words to the diplomats right now were the last chance. She trusted her mother. She did not know if it would be enough.

Every word that drifted through the door made her stomach twist. She needed them to find a method for peace. She wanted it for the kingdom, obviously. But she needed it for herself.

When she heard the words in her mother’s sweet voice drift through the door, a tiny proclamation that their kingdom was going to war, it felt like it should have been louder. It rang through Dream’s ears like it was.

“What?” Hannah said when Dream got unsteadily back to her feet, abandoning her previous pointed disinterest. “What are they saying?”

Dream hurried down the hall towards the front of the palace, the sound of her frantic steps echoing off of the marble floors. She could hear Hannah following her.

“Dream, you said you’d tell me if I kept watch for you,” she complained as Dream weaved through the halls to find the staff door. Karl was on guard and he wouldn’t say anything if she left that way. “This isn’t fair. What’s your problem?”

They got to the door, and Dream finally turned around. “Stay here so that you can let me in when I get back.” She reached out to grab Hannah’s hands in hers. “If anyone asks, just say, I don’t know. Bad sent you to wait for a delivery.”

“But where are you going?” Hannah asked, clutching Dream’s hands back.

Dream stayed for a second longer before pulling away to grab a cape. She pulled it over her intricately patterned green dress, and then she lifted it to cover her hair. “We’re at war.” Her voice sounded hollow and scared when she said it, nothing like her mother’s. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Passing Karl was easy; he just nodded and let her pass through the outer gates. Once she was through, she took off running, hiking her skirt up to keep it from becoming tangled in her legs.

It wasn’t long before she reached where she was going, a small wooden house with dark windows and two pairs of leather boots placed outside the door. It was a cold November night and running in the winter air made her throat ache. A small stream of smoke drifted from the chimney as she knocked on the door, loud and harsh against the quiet darkness.

The walls were thin and she could hear someone coming down the creaky stairs. Then the door opened up, revealing a drowsy looking girl with tangled dark hair, blue blanket wrapped around her shoulders with thick knitted socks sticking out from under it. “Dream?” she said, voice still slightly slurred with sleep. “What – huh?”

“We’re at war.” The words tumbled out of Dream’s mouth like marbles from a game spilling from her hand onto her bedroom floor. The normal coziness of the house, fire burning low just within Dream’s view, faded with them. “My mother met with diplomats tonight. She’s making it official tomorrow. George, you have to go.”

The gentle sleepiness faded from George’s eyes as her face hardened. She stepped outside, bringing a lantern with her, and wrapped her blanket tighter around herself. Undoubtedly, she didn’t want to wake the other knights she lived with and have to explain why the fucking princess was standing at their door step. “Dream,” she started, but Dream cut her off.

“I’ve read the reports, George.” Her voice shook. “I’ve read about the casualties. Do you know how many people died in the last battle? Two hundred. We have to step in because our allies are losing. I am not going to be responsible for you going into battle and getting yourself killed.”

“Dream!” George said again, voice raised slightly. She stepped forward, closer to Dream, and her voice lowered again. “You know I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” Dream said, and her voice broke under the guilt. She should be able to do something about this. She should have talked to her mother, begged her to try harder to work out a deal. She was the future fucking queen; she should have been able to stop the thing that was going to kill the woman she loved. “It will break me if anything happens to you. I can get you out of here.”

“But I don’t want to leave.” George’s face was pale and pinched in the light of the lantern but her voice was very firm. Dream thought it could have brought her to her knees. “I signed up for this. You know that.”

She was wearing a blanket and socks big enough that they pooled around her thighs and her hair was unbrushed but her shoulders were steady enough to wear her normal iron armor. Dream hated it. George was happy and loud and silly; she had been ever since Dream had met her in a new crop of knights when both of them were much younger and less jaded than they were now. She was supposed to stay that way – dumb practice fights where George laughed so hard at Dream’s unfunny jokes that she nearly dropped her sword and late nights curled up in Dream’s giant bed after Sylvee and Hannah snuck her in even though Dream had never seen anyone so gorgeous look so out of place dressed for the royal court. She wasn’t supposed to look like someone who was ever going to see actual fighting. Dream didn’t know if it was more upsetting; the idea of her going to war ill prepared or that it wouldn’t matter that she was.

“I was supposed to be able to stop it,” Dream said miserably. “I said I’d stop it before it could get to you.”

“I know.” George gently took Dream’s face in her hands. “But it’s out of your hands. I didn’t expect you to stop anything.” George’s voice was steady, but her hands were cold and clammy. Dream could tell she was scared. “Come in. You’re freezing. You can spend the night.”

Dream wasn’t thinking about Hannah, waiting back for her. She wasn’t thinking about the other knights who lived with George who could see her. She was just thinking about the unspoken pleading in George’s eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen to them. She nodded.

Dream had only been to George’s house once or twice, and as George led her up the stairs, she was horribly aware of how unlikely it was that she would be again. She tried not to think of it as George kissed her jaw and undid the tiny buttons on her dress with a painful intimacy that her ladies in waiting doing the same thing never had. George’s fingers were freezing against her bare skin and as soon as Dream was in just her chemise, she pulled her to climb under the layers of blankets tangled up in her bed.

“I don’t want this to be the last time we lay together,” Dream whispered as George’s legs tangled up with hers. “I don’t want it to end like this.”

George exhaled, soft and like she was trying to brace herself. “I know,” she said, voice stilted. “Me too.”

When Dream wrapped her arms around George, she could feel her shaking. Dream buried her face into her hair, and for the first time in ages, the princess allowed herself to crack.

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fritoley · 16 days

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Febuwhump 2024 - Day 22: "You Weren't Meant to Be There"

Fandom: The Bad Batch (Star Wars) Characters: Omega, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, Tech Word Count: 859 Content Warning: Slight Gore Previous // Next Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist

Summary: Omega makes a fatal mistake.

Omega scrambled behind the nearest crate as a barrage of blaster shots narrowly missed her. She clutched her bow to her chest, her chest heaving, as she tried to plan her next move. She heard the heavy footsteps of Imperials rushing by, shouting orders, shooting the crate she used at cover. She winced as a bolt whizzed past her face.

“Omega!” Hunter’s voice blared from her comm unit. “Omega, where are you!?”

Hunter sounds mad, Omega thought, taking a deep breath and keying her comlink on. ��I’m in the town square, but there are a bunch of troopers on me. I’m pinned down!”

“Why are you in the town square? I told you to stay on the Marauder!” Hunter shouted.

“I know, but—”

“Don’t worry, Hunter, I see her,” Wrecker cut in. A surge of hope spiked in Omega’s chest, and she looked up to see a burly figure running toward her. Omega smiled broadly as Wrecker took out the incoming Imperials, diving behind the crate next to her.

“Wrecker!” Omega shouted.

“Hey kid,” Wrecker laughed, raising his helmet off his head to look at her. “C’mon, let’s get out of here, yeah?”

Omega nodded. She activated her bow as Wrecker stood, shooting at the troopers who arrived on the scene. Following her brother out of harm’s way, she took down the remaining troopers, her confidence returning rapidly. Wrecker glanced behind his shoulder and stopped in his tracks.

“What is it—?” Omega started, following his gaze to see a small device beeping on the wall.

Wait—

Before Omega could comprehend what was happening, Wrecker threw himself over her with a shout. She hit the ground hard, her bow falling out of her hand, the sand underneath her shaking. The air turned unbearably hot as an explosion burst in her ears. She screwed her eyes shut as she went flying, wrenching away from Wrecker’s grip. She tumbled across the square, the rough sand biting into her skin.

Just as quickly as the explosion started, it went away, leaving her ears ringing and eyes burning with smoke. Omega found herself disoriented, and it was impossible to tell which way was up. She pushed herself off the ground, shaking her head, and looked around. The fountain in the center was destroyed, its fragments littered across the scene. She touched her face to find a thin cut on her cheek, dripping blood.

“Ow…” Omega murmured, rising to her knees and gripping her wrist. Must be broken.

Suddenly, Omega gasped. Wrecker! She frantically searched the scene before her eyes fell upon a figure in the distance.

“Wrecker!” Omega shouted, standing and running toward him. She kneeled at his side and touched his cheek, turning his head to face her.

She bit back a scream.

Blood was smeared across his face, the flesh at his forehead marred and cut open. A lump formed in Omega’s throat, and she covered her mouth in horror.

“C’mon, this way!”

Oh, no. Omega looked to see a pair of Imperials running toward her. She looked around for her bow, but she couldn’t find it anywhere. Her stomach dropped. She glanced back at the Imperials, who raised their blasters—

Until a vibroblade pierced one’s helmet.

Omega turned to see Hunter, Echo, and Tech storming the scene, taking out the final troopers. Tech and Echo hurried toward their siblings, and as Tech helped Omega to her feet, Echo kneeled at Wrecker’s side. Hunter followed close behind.

“What happened?!” Hunter asked. His voice was amplified by his helmet’s modulator, and he didn’t sound happy.

“Wrecker came to get me, and we were trying to escape,” Omega started, her voice trembling. “But then an explosive went off, and—”

“I told you to stay in the Marauder!” Hunter shouted. “What possessed you to go running about and get yourself into trouble? You were never meant to be there!”

Echo and Tech tended to Wrecker’s wounds. Tech glanced over his shoulder with apprehension.

“I’m sorry, Hunter,” Omega said, curling into herself as she grasped at her waist. “I knew I should’ve kept watch—”

“No,” Hunter interrupted, yanking his helmet off with a flourish. “You weren’t meant to be here, with us to begin with.”

Echo whipped around at Hunter’s words, mortified. “Hunter—” he started, but Hunter cut him off. He stepped toward Omega and jabbed a finger at her, making her flinch back.

“You may have managed to slip your way into my squad,, but you will never be a Bad Batcher.”

Omega’s fingernails dug into her skin as she stared up at Hunter. The anger written in his face burned an image in her mind. His heaving chest, knitted brows, the way he looked at her with pure fury…Hunter averted his gaze, instead focusing on Wrecker. He sighed and crossed the scene, tucking his helmet under his arm and kneeling beside his brothers. Omega watched him walk away from her without a second glance. Her vision blurred, her cheeks hot and wet. She touched her face, glancing at her fingers. Tears. She swallowed hard, screwing her eyes shut as she wiped her eyes, her chest hurting at the words that destroyed her heart.

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vampireloverz · 2 years

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bad behavior, good reward

pairing: puppy hybrid! natsuo todoroki x gn! reader

words: 2.1k

cw/tw: soft dom reader, needy sub + dog hybrid natsuo, hints of scent kink

a/n: this is for @bunnybokuto ! tysm for letting me write this <3

Your first sign that something is wrong is that he doesn’t greet you by the door when you come home from work.

You notice the dishes in the sink, the unwatered house plants, the simple tasks you've given your hybrid to do every day to keep him occupied while you're out of the house. Natsuo's an intelligent hybrid, he doesn't speak much but he understands every word. You're glad for it too. You can explain that when you leave, you will come back. His last owner had apparently been neglectful so now Natsuo is left with abandonment issues, he gets anxious when you’re gone for too long. It caused problems in the past, you’ve come home to torn up pillows, once or twice a broken dish or potted plant knocked to the ground. Each time you came home, Natsuo looked up at you with those big, shining eyes and tail between his legs, literally and metaphorically, an apology already on his lips. And each time, after you’d made him help you clean up, you forgave him.

Until the time you’d come home to him in your bed, your underwear wrapped around his cock and one of your shirts pressed up against his nose. You couldn’t help but be a little mean, sneaking into bed beside him and teasing him until he begged you to let him cum. Since then, you’ve set up more rules for your needy boy— mainly not being able to get himself off without permission— and normally he’s good at following them.

The muffled whines coming from behind the closed door of your shared bedroom are the second sign that something is off. Another broken rule, it seems.

You stand outside the door, listening, trying to figure out what he’s doing. His tail thumps as the mattress creaks with the force of movement, is he humping pillows again? Is he fucking one of the toys you bought him? A high pitched gasp of your name has your curiosity piqued, too incessant to ignore.

You open the door and are surprised to find Natsuo fully clothed, desperately clutching a pillow to his face as he ruts into the air. His breath comes in harsh pants against the pillow, one you notice is from your side of the bed, his cock tenting his sweatpants accents the precum that’s leaked into the fabric. He’s earnestly trying not to get off without you, trying not to hump pillows or touch himself until you’re home. You wonder how long he’s been like this, hard and aching for you.

You come to the side of the bed and push the pillow away from his face, using your other hand to pet through his hair and touch his soft ears, “Hey, puppy.”

It takes a second for Natsuo to catch up, for him to realize that you’re beside him, but the moment he does, his bottom lip wobbles as his ears pin back to lay flat on his head. His brows furrow as you kneel down to his level, giving his temple a kiss as he huffs and tries to hide his face in your collar. It’s no secret that he feels ashamed at being caught like this, even though you’ve only teased him slightly for his neediness in the past.

“‘M sorry,” he murmurs against your chest, “Needed you, couldn’t wait.”

You coo sympathetically as you nudge him to lay back, “Oh, Natsuo, you’re alright. You did your best,” you say as you knock the pillow away and move to straddle him, resting your weight right on his cock. His big hands come to clutch at your hips, torn between humping up into you and staying still like he knows he should. Smiling, you bend over to press lazy kisses to his lips, “But you still broke the rules.”

More whispered apologies frantically tumble out of Natsuo’s mouth between kisses, you swallow each one up with amusement, he’s just too sweet. You grind down, eager to hear the noise it’ll pull out of him. His mouth opens and you take the opportunity to press your tongue against his, letting him lick into your mouth with as much enthusiasm as he can muster before you break the kiss.

“Dumb puppy,” you say affectionately, shushing his little, protesting whine, “It’s okay, I know you get too excited sometimes, it’s hard for you to wait.”

You pull away, admiring the way his lips and cheeks have flushed pink, the blush traveling down his neck and disappearing under his cotton shirt.

Natsuo blinks heavy eyelids open, you wait until he stops trying to rut his hips into the air to cup his face between your hands. The swell of his cheek by your thumb can’t be left unkissed so you rectify that, affection aching in your chest like a wound when he nuzzles into your palm. You kiss him again before you speak, “Wanna be good for me?”

His reaction is instant, nodding frantically as he paws at your hips, murmuring quietly yes, yes, please. You smile, whisper that he just needs to be patient, and pull away from him. Natsuo knows better than to pull you back up onto him; he has his moments of taking control, simply because he’s so needy and you like to let him loose every so often, but now is not the time.

Your hands snake under his shirt, scratching at his soft belly before you keep going upwards, cupping and squeezing his pecs before you twist his nipples between your fingers. Natsuo keens, back arching as his face twists into something between pleasure and pain. You soothe the sting with a kiss to the thick column of his neck, you can even feel the way his pulse quickens before you pull the shirt up and over his head, afterwards admiring your puppy’s handsome body. You lean forward to plant soft kisses down his chest running your hands over the hair under his arms and trailing down until you reach his waist.

You pet his stomach again, following the trail of silvery-white hair down to the waistband of his sweatpants, where it’s still stained with precum. Natsuo’s chest rises and falls rapidly as he waits for you to touch him, you can almost feel the whine that’s building in his throat, but you cup his cock, hard and hot under his pants, before he can make a sound.

“You’ve gotta be a good boy,” you say as you peel his pants off, running your hands over his faintly hairy thighs once he’s bare. You feel heat building between your legs, an ache similar to what Natsuo must be feeling, but you ignore it for now— your puppy needs to learn his lesson.

His cock twitches feebly, drooling where it lays against his thigh, too heavy to spring up against his stomach. Your fingers slowly wrap around it as you sink to your knees, using your other hand to scratch down the sensitive skin of Natsuo’s inner thighs. You glance up from his flushed cock to see his flushed face, his bottom lip tucked prettily between his teeth, sharp canines flashing. His brows are pulled together, his eyes are shining wet— oh, he might cry if you don’t get on with touching him soon. You kiss the head of his cock just to see his whole body twitch. Cute.

“You’re holding back,” you note with a sense of pride, happy that he’s become such a well trained pup, “Keep it up, Natsuo.”

You let your eyes shut as you take his cock into your mouth, achingly slowly, laving your tongue around his the head of it as you taste the heat and salt of him. Your actions punch a ragged sound out of Natsuo’s chest, and his hips rock forward, just once. You know it was involuntary so you won’t punish him for it, but you do pull your head back, letting his cock fall against his thigh once more.

Natsuo lets out a brash sob, and you love it. You kiss his thigh as you cup his balls, squeezing gently after a moment. Heavy, you notice, and full. You frown, not at him but at yourself, maybe he acted up because he genuinely needed more attention.

“Poor baby,” you hum as you move to kiss along the length of his cock, continuing down until you can kiss his balls. The way you suck the side of one gently has Natsuo panting your name, his hands desperately fisting the sheets beside him. You pump his cock lazily with your other hand as you teasingly lick and suck along his balls and cock, edging him without mercy as you have your fill of his scent and his reactions to your every move.

Without warning, you sit up and take his cock into your mouth again, the ache between your legs growing when Natsuo moans, all high pitched and needy. You cup his balls again, letting them rest heavy in your palm before you tug them gently, trying to get Natsuo to make those pathetic little sounds you love so much. And, of course, he provides. Unashamedly gasping, pleading, moaning, all while you can feel the tension in his body grow as he tries not to hump into your mouth. His cock finally hits the back of your throat and you moan around it, suddenly wishing it was inside you in a different way, but you ignore the urge to climb on top of Natsuo and take him. Instead, you start to move, bobbing your head up and down slowly as his cock twitches against your tongue, precum and saliva mixing in your mouth.

He’s flooded your senses, he’s all you can taste and smell, and you love it. You open your eyes as you take him deep in your mouth again, just to see his soft stomach tremble as he shivers again. He’s taking this so well, you mentally note as you pick up the pace. Natsuo curls his body forward, breath ragged as he tries to keep restraining himself.

“Please,” you hear him whimper, your quick pace on his cock makes you almost miss it, “Close!”

You pull away and he sobs, falling back onto the bed, his cock valiantly twitching as if to entice you to keep sucking it. You rub his thighs soothingly, kissing at his knee and praising him softly, “Good boy,” he whines in response to your words, “You did so well, thank you for telling me you were about to cum.”

One of his hands reaches for you, blindly grasping for comfort. You take it, standing up so you can join him on the bed. Natsuo curls into you, his hot cock pressing against your leg as he tucks his face into your neck. You pet his hair, scratching behind his ears in the way you know he likes.

“Natsuo,” you ask after a minute, once you’ve noticed his hips mindlessly rolling against you, “Let’s keep going?”

He nods, whispering a little please against the hollow of your throat. You don’t have the heart to push your needy pup onto his back again, you don’t think either of you want any distance between you right now. So, you simply curl one arm around his head, keeping him pressed against you as your other hand reaches down to stroke his cock. Natsuo groans, the damp heat of his breath fans over your throat as you pump him, his precum and your saliva easing the way.

“Natsuo,” you hum, kissing the side of his head, “My good boy, you can cum now.”

You feel him throb in your grip and it only takes a few more strokes before he’s cumming. His mouth opens on a deep groan as it comes down on your throat, his teeth digging lightly into your skin. His cum comes out in thick ropes, and there’s so much. You let out a sympathetic little sigh as his hips buck to fuck your fist, your puppy really has needed this, so badly.

“Good boy,” you praise, “You’re so handsome, so pretty for me. I love you, you know that?“

Natsuo mumbles your name, hips slowing as his cock grows overly sensitive, the last dribbles of cum pooling onto your fingers. You bite your lip to hold back a moan of your own, you can never get enough of watching your favorite boy feel good, especially when it’s because of you.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Natsuo rolls over, pinning you underneath him as he presses urgent kisses on your cheeks and lips. You can’t help but chuckle good-naturedly at his eagerness, and you return each of his kisses in kind.

Natsuo hums your name, “Missed you.”

“I know.”

He huffs before he ducks his head down to your throat again, licking and scenting you like he does each time you come back from the outside. His hot tongue on you has you reminded of the ache between your legs, you wonder if Natsuo has it in him to go again. The way his hips rock into yours tells you: yes.

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buckmepapi · 2 years

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Desperate || Bucky Barnes drabble

Smutty drabble time BaYBEEE

A/N: not proofread.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!avenger!reader

Warnings: heavy heavy disgusting depraved smut, needy!feral!bucky, lots of dirty talk, creampie. 18+ minors DNI

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Just thinking depraved, sinful thots about Bucky and how much he cums.

Like he cums. A lot. He hasn’t had sex since the 40s, he’s touch depraved, needy, starved, desperate to cum in something that isn’t his tight fist or his fleshlight imagining it was you bouncing on top of him.

So when you were both screaming at each other over your carelessness on a mission, as soon as the jet landed he dragged you to his room and shoved you against the door. Ragged hot breaths against each other turned into you lunging at him pressing your soft lips on to his, as soon as you did, he couldn’t take it anymore, and you began to claw at each other’s clothes as you fumbled to the floor right by the doors entryway.

And he’s not ashamed of how loud he is. He’s too lost in the pleasure of how tight and wet your walls feel to even notice let alone care about the things he’s whispering in your ear as he ruts into you.

“Oh fuck goddamn” his deep baritone voice groaning into your ear sends a pleasant shockwave throughout your body causing your walls to contract around him, his hips stuttering at the unexpected tightness of your heat “Jesus shit, baby, this fucking pussy, holy shit!” His hips begin to pick up a frantic pace, increasingly needy as he buries his face in your neck and whimpers.

He hasn’t felt this good in forever. Bucky can’t remember if sex ever felt this good before you. From the first thrust into your tight hole, he knew he’d be whipped for you.

“Baby, please don’t stop” he cries into your neck as you wrap your legs around him squeezing him further , groaning loudly as he thinks about how you’re essentially trapping him into you with no escape, and by god Bucky doesn’t think he could leave even if he wanted to. “Never stop” he whispers under his breath, your manicured hand clutches his lucious brown locks as you pull him closer into your neck, your right hand reaches to grab at the muscled skin of his back, scratching your nails down him so hard that he hisses as he slightly bleeds “never stop giving me this fucking pussy. Let me have it baby. Let me have it always. God I never wanna leave baby baby baby”. His words begin to slur together as if drunk off the nectar you’ve provided and at the thought of this big burly deadly man losing all his inhibitions, burying himself inside of you tutting against you frantically, rhythm faltering, whimpering and moaning and clinging on to you so fucking tight like a feral animal lost in the throws of heat. His mind is gone. There’s no rational thought. Only the thought of your soaking wet and greedy pussy and all the glory it has to offer him. It’s dirty, filthy and it’s primal. Fucking you on the dirty floor like an animal. To desperate to have each other to care where you are. Fuck. Girls in the 40s weren’t like this, so when you scream and moan all sorts of disgusting filth in his ears he loses it. Not even caring if he’s hurting you, or going to deep, his only mission is to use you like a fucktoy, taking what he wants from your body,

“Daddy, your big fat cock is so fucking deep inside me” you moan as you grab him by his ass cheeks, unbuckled pants still around his meaty thighs, you begin to push him into you desperate to have his thick cock reach into the depths of your soul.

“Babygirl…” Bucky can’t believe what he’s hearing. Did he die and go to heaven? His dream girl; taking his cock so fucking well, better than anyone has ever taken it before, and saying things he didn’t even knew he needed. He growls as he lifts you legs up, his inner elbows fitting under each of your knees, pushing your legs till they each your head, he groans at your incredible flexibility “shitting hell” he keeps your legs pinned by your head as your ass rises, further presenting your holes to him as he rises slightly to plunge deeper into you, his legs extended wide, balancing on the tips of his toes as he slams into you, the sound of skin on skin smacking without remorse reverberates throughout the hallway and with how hard and fast he’s going, probably throughout the whole compound too.

Sweat is dripping from his browline and landing on your chest as his head is dipped low to watch your stretched walls grip his cock everytime he pulls out to slam back in again.

“Daddy please, daddy daddy, please can I cum on your cock” you’re screaming as he begins to go almost seemingly impossibly faster.

His breath is getting heavier with each word that leaves your lips, he can’t believe he has you cumming without even touching you, he’s in awe of how perfect you really are. Your words have him glaring into your eyes with savage intent as he locks his jaw and growls “baby you’re taking me so fucking well, I can’t believe it, your pussy is a work of art baby girl, I want you to cum for me, no I need you to fucking for me, I want to feel your juices all over me, give me that fucking cream baby girl, cream on daddy’s big fat cock and he’ll fill you so good you’ll be feeling him so deep, dripping out of you for days”

You begin to wail and scream gripping him hard as he slams his metal hand to the wall by the door, a dent forming around his closed fist

“Bucky! Bucky!” You scream. If no one heard you both before, they definitely heard you now from the holes Bucky has punched into the wall trying to stop himself from cumming first.

“Come on baby, I can’t hold on any longer” he pleads as he places his left hand on your face, caressing your cheek, wiping your tears, a stark contrast to how he’s currently railing into you as if your insides aren’t being torn a part by this Adonis of a man. “Y/n I need you to cum, you’re so close I can feel it. please fucking cum, I’m begging you sweetheart, I need to fill you, need to claim you from the inside”

Suddenly his words catapult you over the edge, you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, they’re rolling back into your head, your mouth hung open as you feel your legs go slack around his hands, they’re shaking violently as you drool. “Oh god baby, fucking squirting on my cock” he whines as he buries his face in your neck again “thank you thank you thank you ah ah ah aAH fuck I’m gonna fucking cum baby” Bucky might as well be talking to himself at this point because you’re so far gone from your earth-shattering orgasm and the high pitched screams you’re letting out as he’s shown you absolutely no mercy in his pace since you came , you are in your own world, you can’t feel anything but his thick cock kissing your cervix as he seeks to claim you.

“Ah ah ah shit shit shiiit, you’re gonna make me bust a big fat load in you baby, I’m sorry baby there’s gonna be so much cum ah ah shit shit the serum it i - it , shit, you can take it though b-baby. Yeah baby, you’ll take it , I’m gonna flood your fucking pussy with all my fucking cum yeah ah ah ~” buckys head falls back , his eyes rolling back too as he screams , unabashed, primal, “oh fuck baby I’m cumming I’m fucking cumming. Here it cummmmssssss” he says through gritted teeth as he suddenly stops, buries himself deeper, his muscled legs going stiff with tension as they then begin to shake, there’s a deadly silence from him as he then suddenly screams “AH SHIT” as he collapses, his member engorges, and thick white gallons of cum burst rapidly in quick succession out of his reddened tip. He ruts into you gently, ropes and ropes of cum still spilling into you “oh god I’m still fucking cumming oh god” he begins to pick up the pace of his rutting as he moans further, you’re clinging to him again, close to squirting all over him again. He’s pounding into you again, his cum has finally stopped pouring into you but he’s seeking another barely before his last has finished. He can’t get enough. And with just a few more pumps he’s screaming again, his cock is extra sensitive that it’s bordering on painful but he doesn’t care he’s desperate to poor his load into you one more time.

“Daddy please come in me I’ve been such a good girl; I’m your best girl daddy please give me your cream I want it please please cum inside me”

“Shit baby ah shit I’m fucking cumming again, take my fucking kids, baby” he screams as his fist slams into the floor besides your head as he snarls. His words catapult you over the edge again and before you know if you’re joining in the symphony of screams, milking him for all he’s worth, prolonging his life-changing orgasm as you drain his balls dry.

You both collapse into each other in a heap on the floor as his panting begins to subside, you both just stay there holding on to each other for dear life, afraid to move, afraid to let go, wanting to live in this moment forever. And for the first time in a long time, Bucky is at peace.

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A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO HE A DRABBLE. CLEARLY IVE LOST MY FUCKING MIND AND NEED TO SEEK MEDICAL HELP. GOODBYE IM EMBARRASSED

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Midnight Adventures

Pairing: soft!dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that.

Words: 2.1k

Warning: Dub-con, past non-con implied, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, smut, language. 18+ ONLY

A/N: Inspired by this ask I got . Finally getting back to writing in more than a month.

He was going to tie you to the bed and never let you free. Anger flowed through his veins as he sneaked into the museum, looking around for you. Sam and Bucky snickered behind him, and he resisted the urge to flip them off.

“Cap, can you see any heat signature?” He asked Sam. Sam looked around, turning this way and that until he pointed at the hall on the right.

“That’s your girl right there Steve.” Sam answered, his shield reflecting the dim lights of the museum back. Steve nodded, asking them to stay back and hold off any cops who came in while he went in and got his girl out. Bucky had disabled the alarms you had triggered, but he was sure the place was about to be swarmed with authorities any second now. He had to get you out before that happened.

His feet barely making a sound, he entered the room Sam had pointed and glanced around. The only light streaming in was from the windows, and Steve could see your silhouette moving against one. You were muttering to yourself, stumbling over your own feet as you moved about. He let his gaze wander around the room before fixing it on you again.

You hadn’t realized he was there yet, too lost in your own world. Stepping closer, Steve stood directly behind you and turned his flashlight over you, clearing his throat. You screamed, turning around to look at Steve with a frantic and guilty look in your eyes. Steve opened his mouth to set you straight when he finally caught sight of what you were doing, and he stood there dumbfounded.

It seemed like you were stealing soil. One of the display cases was smashed open and you were transferring the grey soil in there into a glass container in your hand. You stilled, stopping midway in taking more soil as Steve stared at you in utter confusion.

“What on earth are you doing?” He asked, flabbergasted. You gulped, tentatively sealing your jar and putting it back inside the small bag on your back. You stood before him, guilty as small child caught sneaking cookies from the jar. Steve turned his head a little as distant sounds of feet reached his ears. The cops were here.

Without waiting for your answer, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, his eyes narrowed at you. His arms went around your waist, tugging you right into his body as he silently maneuvered you both towards the exit door at the end, peeking out. Two armed cops were coming this way, the faint sounds of grunts telling him that Sam and Bucky had a few others engaged out in the hall.

“Hold on, and don’t scream.” He whispered in your ear and you nodded, holding him around his neck. He walked over to the window and looked down at the deserted street. Pressing your head into his chest, Steve took a deep breath and jumped out. The wind rushed through your hair and you muffled your scream into his shirt, nails digging in his flesh as he landed swift as a cat on the road.

Without wasting a second, he took you and jogged away, the dark not deterring his steps. You tried to keep up with his large strides, dread and thrill of the chase coursing through your veins. A minute later, a familiar black car pulled up before you, Sam grinning at you from behind the wheel.

“Oh honey, you are in trouble.” He smirked, letting you and Steve in the backseat. The police sirens faded away as you all drove back towards the Avengers compound, Steve’s hand still wrapped around your arm. You chanced a glance at him, shuddering at the sheer anger on his face. Shit. You were a goner.

Steve dragged you back towards his room, ignoring his giggling friends behind. You ducked your head and followed him in silence. It was never a good idea to argue with him. Once inside, he locked the door and turned to you, a frown deepening the lines on his forehead.

“What the hell have I told you about trying to escape?” He growled, body tight with tension. It had been a while since he’d been this pissed at you, and you shivered.

“I wasn’t escaping.” You said, nervously shifting on your feet. Steve came closer to you before tilting your chin you, making you look him in the eyes. His eyes were dark and hard, a promise of punishment rolling in them like waves in an ocean.

“Then what the hell were you doing in that museum? You ran away!”

You shook your head desperately, clutching his shirt in your hands. It had been months since you last tried to escape. You knew how futile it was to keep trying. You could never overpower Steve, not with Bucky and Sam always by his side. You’d made peace with your situation a while ago. Steve had snatched you, had kept you by force. And you accepted it as your life. You’d almost come to…enjoy it even.

“I promise you Steve, I didn’t run away.” You implored, looking deep into his eyes so he could see the truth in yours. Unless you did something really drastic, Steve rarely ever got angry with you these days. It was scary to have him so pissed again.

“What were you doing in that fucking museum?” He asked again. You bit your lip before pulling out the jar of soil from your bag, offering it to Steve. He looked at it and then your face, which curiously held embarrassment along with guilt there.

“I was stealing Lunar Soil.” You admitted, shaking the jar slightly so the fire particles in there shifted. Steve blinked at you before taking the jar and examining it, confused.

“Why?” He asked, putting it aside. You didn’t answer and he scowled, stepping closer and closer until he backed you into the wall and stared you down. Running a finger down the side of your face, he brought his lips to yours in a dangerously soft kiss, his other hand balanced beside your head. “You know I have ways to extract information from you. Would you rather I resort to them?”

You gulped, half in fear and half in anticipation. Steve’s punishments were as much a torture as they were pleasure. He was your captor, but he was also the man who would scale every corner of the earth to give you what you want. His body had a way of making you crave his touch, an intimate solace for whenever your mind turned to how helpless your situation really was.

“I – I wanted to –” You stuttered, suddenly shy and mortified. Steve hummed and urged you to go on, his hand gliding down your side to cup your ass. You slowly peered into his face, scrunching yours nose. “I wanted to use it to make moonscreen.”

Whatever he expected you to say, Steve did not expect it to be that. He raised a brow at you, silently asking you to elaborate and you flushed, pressing your face into his chest to hide from his screening gaze.

“Moonscreen, it’s like, you know, sunscreen but for werewolves.” You said at last. Steve’s hands stilled from kneading your ass, a sort of stunned silence between you both. And then he growled low in his chest. He pushed you away to face you, incredulously staring at you.

“Did you run away from my bed in the middle of the night to steal something for a mythical creature?”

You pouted, playing with the button on his shirt to avoid looking in his angry eyes. It was all Peter’s idea anyway, but he was too much of a wimp to steal the Lunar soil himself. It wasn’t fair how you were bearing the brunt of Steve’s anger alone.

“They are not.” You counted softly. “Werewolves exist.”

Steve gave a strangled groan before crashing his mouth on yours, digging his fingers in your soft flesh as he carried you to the bed and dropped you on it. You moaned, kissing him back as he tore through your clothes like a man possessed. His hands were everywhere, mouth leaving a trail of sinful fire as it moved from your shoulder to your chest.

Your hand went behind his head when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, back arching as you urged him to go faster. Wiggling, you untangled your pants from around your knees, wrapping your legs around Steve. He sat up and stripped quickly, covering your naked body with his again. There was a frenzy in his actions, an urgency to have you closer.

Quickly checking if you were wet enough, he entered you in one practiced thrust, tearing a cry from you. You whined, yours arms pulling him closer as he went in and out of you, roughly breathing with each stroke.

“You idiot girl!” He snapped, entwining your hands with his and pinning them beside your head. Sweat glittered on his hairline, his body rocking hard into you, sweet pleasure running down your spine and settling as heat in your womb. “You fucking dumb bitch!”

It seemed like he had a lot to say but just couldn’t. So, he showed you. He kissed you like he was sucking your very soul from your body, he fucked you as if branding you from within, he held you as if he could merge you into himself. Panting, softly cursing, Steve took you hard and fast, eliciting mewls and cries from you that fell like music on his ears.

“Mine. You are mine!” He said, but more as a statement than anything else. “You don’t leave me ever again. Never.”

The coil in your gut tightened, Steve letting one of your hand go to bring his to your bud and flick it with expertise. His eyes were fixed on yours, holding your very being hostage with his power. In a moan that echoed off the walls, you succumbed to his will, shattering below him and falling limp, floating in a haze of glittering pleasure. He buried his head in your neck, thrusting a few more times before finishing inside you, his cum flooding you within and warming your core.

You panted, sweaty and sated, wearing his marks and covered in him. He rolled over, taking you with him so you rested above, your ear over his chest that thumped with his strong heartbeat. Crazily, you found peace. In the hailstorm of your fucked up life, Steve was the one you held you together. He was the one who pushed you down, and he was the one who caught you as you fell. Your sanity, your insanity.

“If I ever wake up to you gone again, I’ll shackle you to me. You get it?” He murmured, running a hand over your back. You nodded, shifting closer into the warmth of his body. He grunted in approval, pulling a sheet over you before he got up to bring a cloth to clean you.

Kneeling before your legs, wiping gently and softly tracing your folds, Steve murmured soft words of love and praise and apology. He kissed your abused hole, the inside of your bruised thighs, the mass of your belly and the softness of your breast. He kissed your eyes and your nose, reaching your mouth the last.

“What is my truth?” He asked, dressing you into soft pajamas and cradling you into his lap. You relaxed into his touch, head on his chest.

“That you love me, and you’ll never apologize for that.” You answered. In the most bizarre way, you did believe he loved you. And though his love wasn’t perfect or without pain, it was what got you through his darkness that confined you here by force.

“And what is your truth?” He asked, lips on the crown of your head. You closed your eyes, listening to the beating of his heart that matched yours.

“That I am yours.” You said, sleep creeping over you in a beautiful embrace. Shifting you in his arms, Steve laid you down and spooned around you, hands covering your own. You wiggled, pressing your bum into Steve’s groin, and smiling at the catch in his breath.

You floated towards oblivion, a dream already encroaching over your consciousness when you sleepily called out to Steve. He hummed, squeezing your hands gently.

“Werewolves are real.” You muttered and before he could so much a snort out a laugh, you were snoring.

Steve smiled into the darkness, running his thumb over the back of your hand. The panic of your disappearance earlier was replaced by fondness, his heart full of love for you. No, he would never apologize for how he had taken you. Just like the lunar soil sitting on your nightstand was still a part of the moon, no matter how far apart, you were always going to be a part of him. That was your truth, both of yours.

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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mark! (m)

pairing: dom!mark x sub!reader x dom!yuta

words: 2.2k+

summary: mark is scared of stepping out of his comfort zone with you. therefore, you enlist yuta’s help to get your boyfriend a little more comfortable.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome (kind of), anal sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

You sigh. “Mark, stop being such a scaredy cat.”

The frown on his face is positively adorable. You want to squeeze his cheeks so badly. “I’m not a scaredy cat!” He protests, but it only makes him look more soft.

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you say. Besides, Yuta won’t be back for a while. I don’t know why you’re so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He argues again, eyebrows furrowing together in the most adorable way. “I just- this is Yuta’s bed. It’s kind of impolite to be doing anything on a place where he sleeps.”

You sigh. “Mark, I think we both know what kind of a person Yuta is. I’m pretty sure he would do the exact same thing on your bed.”

His nose scrunches as the thought passes through him.

“Ew. I didn’t need that visual.”

You flop down on Yuta’s comforter before bringing Mark with you. He’s still very reluctant, despite connecting your lips together. You try easing him up, hands moving over his shoulders as you pull him closer and closer.

Your sex life with Mark was always more than satisfying, but he was constantly scared to take risks. Being an exhibitionist yourself and considering how shy Mark could get, it was really difficult to get your boyfriend to even hold your hand in front of the other members, let alone kiss you. You’ve tried on more than one occasion to suck him off at the dinner table, but he was always too on edge that someone would walk in.

To combat your curiosity, you enlisted Yuta’s help.

Your eyes carefully watch the door as Mark’s tongue explores your mouth. Yuta stares through the small opening, watching you with a heavy glare.

You giggle into the kiss and Mark eases up a little at the sound. Your fingers dance around his neck as you pull him closer and closer, observing as Yuta casually walks into the room. Mark is too lost in you to notice.

After letting you make out for a few more minutes, Yuta finally clears his throat. You swear Mark jumps five feet in the air and scrambles away from you. His whole face is flushed pink at the sight of Yuta, quickly stuttering to provide an excuse.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “And what were you two doing exactly?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

He smirks at your act. You’re still sprawled out on his bed, hair tangled from Mark’s fingers messily running through it. Yuta wonders how pretty you would look with his cock sliding in your mouth, beautiful lips eager to taste him. He leans closer to your frame, ignoring Mark’s surprise at his older member’s proximity to his girlfriend.

“I mean you and Mark trying to fuck on my bed.”

“W-We’re sorry, Y-Yuta!” Mark frantically says. “W-We just- I just-“

Yuta chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to your core.

“It’s fine, Mark. You weren’t putting on much of a show anyways. Why haven’t you touched her?”

Mark looks like his brain is going on overdrive. “W-What?”

Yuta’s fingers graze over your exposed thigh. He picked out the skirt you were wearing for this occasion, knowing it would make Mark incredibly flustered.

“Why haven’t you touched her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

You quickly nod. “It’s what I want. Touch me, Yuta, please.”

Yuta grins, his eyes darting back to Mark’s. “Can I, Mark?”

You think your boyfriend is really broken. He’s nervously twitching, shaking his head as he tries to gather his thoughts. You decide to give him a little break.

“I thought Yuta could help us out a little, Mark. I asked him to come so we can have more fun.”

Yuta nods. “If you’re uncomfortable, Mark, I can leave.”

The silence in the air is deafening. Mark finally clears his throat. “Can you show m-me how you do it?”

Yuta smirks. “Do what, exactly?”

The blush fully appears on Mark’s cheeks again. “Um, how you eat her out.”

Your eyes widen. You were definitely not expecting him to say that. Yuta’s smirk widens at the request.

“Definitely. Sit down and watch.”

Yuta’s staring at your clothed core in no time, playing with the hem of your skirt. He chuckles when he sees your choice of underwear.

“Lace,” he hums playfully, snapping the elastic against your skin as you squeak. “Do you always wear such pretty panties for Mark?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip. “I have prettier ones in his top drawer.”

“I’d love to see them some time, doll.”

You eagerly watch as Yuta pulls down your panties, making a show as his hands slowly caress your thighs. He throws the pair of red lace to Mark, who easily catches it and groans. Yuta yanks up your skirt so he can fully gaze at your exposed cunt.

He chuckles. “You should be nicer to her, Mark. She’s got such a pretty pussy.”

You moan when his fingers play with your folds, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You quickly learn that Yuta is a tease, patient as he touches you.

“Please, Yuta,” you beg, wanting him to do something already.

His smile appears again. “What is it, doll? What do you need?”

“Need your mouth,” you whine. “And your fingers.”

You’re already turning into a blubbering mess. Mark, on the other hand, could not be more nervous. He finds this whole situation incredibly arousing, but also dangerously intimidating. He wonders if Yuta will be better than him, and if you’ll like Yuta way more than you like him. All thoughts are thrown out the window when Yuta’s tongue takes a lick up your slit. Your moans shoot straight to Mark’s hardened cock, and Mark has no doubt in his mind that he could cum in his pants right now.

He takes silent notes as Yuta teases you, never fully giving you what you want and watching as you continue to beg for him. Yuta slips a finger into your hole and you cry out, your body reacting to every single touch.

Yuta’s gaze returns to Mark. “See? She likes it when you don’t go too fast. Draw it out, make her beg.”

Mark swallows at the sudden lessons. He’s always been really quick with you, never letting you wait this long.

“Yuta, please, please,” you continue to whimper, hands reaching for him. Yuta is quick to silence you, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. No touching until I say so.”

You nod in submission. Mark’s eyes zero in on Yuta’s tongue exploring your folds, finger slowly pushing in and out of your weeping pussy. Mark swears he’s never heard you this wet before, the squelch of Yuta’s finger entering you echoing throughout the room. When Yuta adds a second finger, you almost lose it.

“Please please, Yuta, I want to cum. Please let me cum,” you cry.

“That’s up to Mark,” he states, and the younger boy freezes. “Can she cum, Mark?”

Your eyes are glistening with tears as you stare at your boyfriend. You whimper when Yuta furiously begins eating you out, your orgasm dangerously approaching.

“Wait, wait, wait-“

“Give her the signal, Mark,” Yuta instructs, attacking your pussy with his tongue and fingers.

Mark waits until you’re right on the edge, seconds away from sobbing. He walks over and leans down until he’s whispering in your ear.

“Cum, pretty girl.”

You fall apart, clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you clench around Yuta’s fingers. He helps you ride out your high, licking up any remnants of your orgasm.

You blearily come to your senses after that mind numbing climax, Yuta and Mark discussing quietly. There’s a faint ringing sound in your ears until Mark cups your cheeks.

“Okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He laughs at your delirious state.

“Does she always get like that?” Yuta questions.

“Only when it’s really good,” he replies. His focus turns back to you. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You giggle again. “Okay.”

He smiles fondly at you, and butterflies swell in your chest like they always do when Mark smiles at you like that.

“Make it rough,” Yuta chimes in. “I want to see her really cry.”

You’re flipped onto your stomach in no time, Mark’s fingers threading your ass. Yuta’s taken a seat not far from the bed, switching roles with Mark as he watches you this time. Mark’s thumb gently grazes over your other hole and you gasp.

Yuta’s voice is full of curiosity. “She likes it there?”

“Sometimes.” He pauses before making a decision. “Can I fuck you here, baby?”

“Yes, Mark, please.”

You can practically hear his grin. “Okay.”

Yuta tosses him the bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand, and Mark quickly preps you. You moan when he fingers you, scissoring and stretching you to make sure you’re ready to take him.

You and Mark rarely do anal, mostly because he’s always afraid of hurting you. You know now, though, that he wants to put on a good show for Yuta.

Once you’re prepped enough, you feel the tip of his cock circling your hole. You both groan when he sinks the tip in. Unlike the other times, Mark doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes into you roughly.

You cry at the intrusion, already feeling the first batch of tears painting your cheeks. Around this time, Mark usually pulls out and apologizes, checking if you’re okay. He’s turned into a completely different person in front of Yuta.

You grip the sheets as Mark relentlessly pounds into you, stretching you harder than he has before. It isn’t painful at all because even though Mark is rough with you, he always knows how to make you feel good.

You’re incoherently blubbering for him. “Y-Yes, feels so good. Feels s-so good, baby. Such a big cock inside my small little hole. So good, so good.”

Mark grunts, fingers tangling into your hair again. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little hole? You like making a show for Yuta?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob.

You can barely make out Yuta’s figure as he grows closer to you, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you such a pretty sight? Really selfish of Mark to keep you all to himself.”

Mark pinches your clit and you scream, diving headfirst into your second orgasm. Mark hisses as you clench even harder around him, pulling you as close as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you. You both release little moans as you recover.

Yuta laughs when you both are done. You swear you could pass out right now and sleep for at least twenty four hours straight.

The ringing sound echoes in your ears again as Mark and Yuta quietly converse once more. You whimper when Mark pulls out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh.

“Baby?” Mark’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. “Yuta wants to ask you something.”

You blink as Mark gently flips you on your back again. Yuta’s eyes grow darker.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nod.

“Can I try something?”

You nod again.

Mark leaves you to go get cleaned up and you observe as Yuta pulls his cock out, tip leaking and begging for attention. He runs his hand up and down his shaft for a few times before lining up with your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nod again, feeling too tired to form words. You gasp when Yuta pushes in, his cock much thicker than Mark’s.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes focusing on how his cock disappears into your cunt. “So fucking perfect.”

He builds up a steady rhythm, and you finally understand what he wanted to try when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna breed you, doll. Gonna stuff my cum into your cunt until you’re dripping. Would you like that? Walking around with cum dripping out of both of your holes?”

You openly cry at his filthy words, clenching harder around him.

“Oh, pretty doll likes that. You think I’d never notice how many times you’ve tried to get Mark to fuck you while we’re eating dinner? How many times you’ve sat on his lap in the dressing rooms and tried to get him to fuck you in front of us? Naughtily little slut.”

“Yuta, Yuta,” you gasp, your third orgasm of the night building. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Want to cum? Why don’t you cum for me then? Show Mark why he should be more protective of his girl.”

You follow his command, seeing white as you cum again. Yuta’s right behind you, still hissing dirty confessions.

“Always wondered what it was like to see you stuffed full of cum. Pretty little girl, just waiting to be bred all the time. Practically made to take cock.”

He growls and with a few more snaps of his hips, he shoots his cum deep inside you. You whine as his warmth fills you, Mark’s cum still leaking out of your other hole.

You feel absolutely used when Yuta pulls away from you. You didn’t even notice Mark had entered the room again until he starts cleaning you up. You smile sleepily at him.

“I hope that was okay.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “More than okay. Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you faintly hear Yuta say, “We should do that again, I could die a happy man in your girlfriend’s cunt.”

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