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spidernuggets · 10 days

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hiii first time requesting (if i could claim 🦚 that’d be awesome) from you!!

anyways,

jason fluff inspired by "chemtrails over the country club" by lana del rey

jason’s joker trauma triggers a destructive spiral, leading to a desperate hunt from you (gf or fiancée or gn idc honestly 🤷‍♀️) and the batfam when he goes missing. found right before he could kill the joker the batfam stops him and is freaking out and he drops to his knees and he’s just kinda numb. you’re the only one trying to comfort him and he’s pushing you away but you start reminding him of the life you two want together (queue the lines from chemtrails: “washing my hair, doing the laundry…” etc etc) and he breaks down and starts crying in your arms.

ok yes it’s a bit of a tear jerker but my brain is screaming that this needs to exist so 🥹🥹

anyways tysm for considering and i hope you have an amazing day regardless! don’t forget to eat and drink water 💋

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Jason Todd x Reader

Note: Really? Aren't you peacock-anon who requested feral jason todd? I'm only asking because you asked this around the same time peacock-anon reblogged feral jason todd and said they were the one who requested it. Anyways, whatever, THANKS FOR REQUESTING ME. If you're not peacock-anon, then I'm afraid you can't claim it :(( BUT ANYWAYS i hope you like the fic 🫶🫶

It was one of those nights. The nights where Jason couldn't stay still in bed, always tossing and turning. He tried, but every time he closed his eyes, he was 15 again. He was back in the dark, abandoned warehouse. He was back in the chair, tied up and unable to move. He was back with the Joker.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forhead. He felt like he was suffocating. He looked over to his side, seeing you peacefully sleeping, snuggled into his chest. God, you were so beautiful. Like a Seraphim that was gifted to him during his loneliest hours when he couldn't find a speck light in his darkness. You were his miracle. His reason for continuing to live.

He's already done too much by letting you stay with him. By letting you love him. By letting himself love you. He felt like he put you in this position; a position where you can't leave, can't be free. You're stuck in a position where you have to stay with him.

Sometimes, you wish he could see the way you see him. A beautiful figure shaped and moulded by the hands of the most exquisite and talented scluptor. A man that could love you like no other has. A man who knows how to treat you well, who knows you can be independent but can stay close to you, at the ready to save you from any danger. He will always be at your beck and call.

He shifts away from you, carefully untagling limbs and sitting up. You stirred in your sleep, hand reaching out to find your boyfriend's warmth. He shushes you, pecking your forhead.

"I'm gonna be on the couch, sweet thing," he said, barely above a whisper. You hum in response, letting your arm fall back onto the bed.

You understood that during some nights, when Jason had bad dreams, he needed to be alone. You tried to help him once, trying to wake him up as his screams were muffled as he slept. His hand accidentally made contact with your face. He didn't realise it, even when he woke up. You tried hiding the bruise with makeup, but to no avail. When he found out what he did, he couldn't talk to you. He wanted to punish himself by not speaking to the love of his life. Even when you tried to tell him it was just an accident or that ot didn't even hurt that much, he couldn't even look you in the eyes.

So soon after he started speaking again, you came to the negotiation that whenever he had night terrors, he would move to the couch. He never wants to hurt you like that again.

But even as Jason laid on the couch that night, staring at the cracked ceiling, his thoughts were running wild. A bunch of drunk men were outside laughing. But he heard the cackles of the Joker. A stray cat knocks over a trash can by the alley of their apartment. But he hears the clink of the crowbar.

His heart races, and his pupils contracted. His breathing is uneven. His mind runs to Bruce. Why didn't he kill the Joker? Why is he still alive? Why is he locked up, only for him to break out again? Where was his justice?

He sits up, looking around the dark room. His eyes move to his hands that were resting on his lap. He promised. He promised not to make any lethal decisions as his role of Red Hood. But the Joker is still out there. He's definitely not in Arkham. Arkham Asylum couldn't keep the Joker in captivity even if it had the best security.

He wanted these dreams to stop. He wanted to stop waking up in the middle of the night, worried that a stupid faced clown was going to break in and hurt you. He wanted to stop waking up in the middle of the night and leave your hold just to sleep on the couch. He wanted to stop waking up in the middle of the night because it was worrying you.

Jason grunts, figuring there was only one way to end this. One way for him to finally feel better and to stay in your arms without hurting you again. Jason stands from the couch, putting his shoes on, and sprinting as fast as he can to his nearest safe house where all his gear is.

You stretch as the morning sun burns your eyes. You look around to see Jason isn't beside you.

"Oh right, he's on the couch," you mutter to yourself. You thought breakfast for him would he nice. A nice wake up to a horrible sleep.

But upon entering the living room, the couch was empty. In fact, there was no 6 foot, 200 pound boyfriend to be seen anywhere. You looked all over the apartment.

That's weird. Jason would've at least left a note or a text. You go back into your room, grab your phone, and scroll to Jason's contact name. But as it rang, you heard another ringtone in the distance.

Your eyebrows scrunch together as you walk out of your room, trying to find where the ringtone was coming from. It led you back to the living room, Jason's phone ringing under a pile of blankets.

You can hear your heartbeat in your head. Jason never left his phone. Starting to panic, you dial Dick's number as he answered within three rings.

"Hey, Y/-"

"Dick! I- Jason's not home! He- he went to sleep on the couch last night - I.. Nightmares! He left his phone.. no note! Gone!" You could hardly form a proper sentence. Your fingers pull against your hair, and you hyperventilate. Dick tries to calm you down.

"Hey, hey. Y/n, don't worry! We'll help you find him, okay? I'll round up the other bats and birds, and we'll look for him. He's going to be okay, okay?" He gently says from the other line.

You take a deep breath. "Yeah.. yeah okay," your voice shakes.

You start your own hunt for him as the Bat Family gear up. The first place you look at is at Jason's closest safe house. Going in, you see that a few pistols are gone from his wall. You run to where he stored his armour, but that's gone, too. You call Dick again.

"Dick! His guns, armour- He's out as Red Hood," you worry more. It's broad daylight, Jason shouldn't be out in his uniform.

Dick says, "Got it," before informing Batman that Jason is out as Red Hood. He then tells you to stay put, and that Oracle will update you when she tracks Jason's location.

You pace around the safe house, anxiously waiting for Oracle's call. You couldn't think of a reason why Jason would be out and why he wouldn't tell you. Jason tells you everything!

Then your phone rings.

It barely rang once before you answered it.

"He's in the warehouse." Is all Oracle said before you booted out the door. You didn't even need the address or specific whereabouts of the warehouse. You knew which one she was talking about. The one Jason died in.

Surprisingly, you showed up at the same time as everyone else.

You all rush inside, checking all the rooms. You were the first one to enter the room. And low and behold, the Joker in the centre, tied up in a chair, just as Jason was a couple of years ago, as Jason stood a couold feet away, a pistol pointed in front of him.

You couldn't tell if everything was sped up or in slow motion. But you screamed Jason's name. It's followed by a loud bang, then a couple of grunts and thuds.

As your vision focuses, there's smoke flowing out of Jason's gun, a hole in the wall where the bullet, and the sounds of the Joker's maniacal laughter as he's been tackled to the floor by Dick and Bruce.

You hear a mutter of 'no's. Your attention turns to Jason. His head is shaking, and his lip is trembling. You notice lis legs wobbling, and you lunge forward to hold him as he falls to his knees.

An echo of choked sobs is heard from Jason as he drops his gun and digs his palm into his eyes while he cries.

"Fuck! Why- Why did you do that?! He- He should be dead!" He tried to yell, but came out as cracked whimpers.

"Sh, sh, I know, sweetie, I know," you whisper to him, running your hands through his hair, just as he loved it.

Jason carries on. "He.. he killed me! He took me away from Bruce... he's gonna take me away from you.."

Your heart shattered. You wish and pray that there was more you could do to help him.

"No, no, no. Don't say that, baby, he's not. You hear me? He's not gonna take you away from me," Jason leaned himself into your comfort further, grounding himself. Reminding himself that you're with him. From the corner of your eye, you see Tim and Steph walking up to the two of you, but you lightly shake your head, a silent plea, asking them to leave you be. Damian walks up behind them, tugging on their capes, respecting your request.

Jason tries to shove you off him. But he's too tired. So he tries ti speak instead.

"Get away," he weakly says. "Get away! I'm - You shouldn't be near me," his voice cracks. "He's gonna come back! He's gonna hurt you! I- I'm gonna hurt you..."

"Hey, Jay," you quietly call out, pulling him closer to you. Jason sniffles against your chest. "Remember that time you got a little drunk? I had to help give you a bath?" Jason doesn't reply. But he remembers. He remembers your delicate fingertips massaging his scalp. It felt nice. He wanted to be in that moment again. "Remember what we talked about? How hopefully Gotham's brutality dies down, and we can run away together? We said we'd own our own house. A small one, like a cottage. You'd be cooking one of Alfred's lovely dishes while I'd hang the laundry out in our garden. We'd have movie nights, eating junk food while crying to the Notebook. And.. You even admitted wanting your own kids. Remember that, Jay?" Your fingers caress his scarred cheek. Your lips hovered over his white streak.

You heard a sound coming from Jason. Like he was trying to speak. "Yeah. Two girls. Two... so neither of them would be lonely..."

You smiled, tears stinging your own eyes. "Yeah.. Jason, nothing bad is going to happen to us. We're going to have the life we want. Nothing is going to stop us. Not even that monster. I won't let it happen. You do such a good job protecting me. But you need to remember that you're safe with me too, okay?" You said to him.

In response, Jason breaks down into more tears once again, clinging on to you tighter. "I love you," he sniffles. "Don't wanna lose you."

By this time, you're now crying yourself. "I love you too, my sweet boy," you kissed his head. "You're never going to lose me. I'm right here." Your hand intertwines with his.

The two of you are wrapped in each other's safety and warmth. Jason is mever going to stop about the horrible possibilities that could occur if you continue to stay with him. He thinks he's selfish for not doing more to let you go. But you're like a magnet. Somehow, through all that loathing he feels for himself, you're always going to find your way through the midst of hatred. You're always going to be there to hold his hand and give him the love that he never believed that he deserves. You're always going to show him that loving him isn't a sin.

Hopfully, this reached your expectations, anon 🥲🥲 But it was a lot of fun to write!! ALSO sorry if this seems short and rushed, I'm really trying to get everyone's requests out 😭😭

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wisteriaw0rld · 10 months

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Can I request this scenario?

Zohakuten starts seeing a human girl behind the other clones’ backs and the clones become suspicious cause he’s literally “sneaking” off each night. The four decide to secretly follow him and walk in on him and the girl having a romantic moment (EX. Them sharing their first kiss). If you don’t write for Zohakuten romantically then you can make it platonic and have the clones walk in on them playing with each other?

-ˋˏ ༻zohakuten x reader༺ ˎˊ-

||Synopsis: The four clone’s had slowly been realizing the weird behavior coming Zohakuten. Usually, they wouldn’t exactly care and they would choose to mind their own business, until they find him sneaking off at night. The first time, they chose to shake it off. Then, he begins sneaking off every night. (fem! reader) - (thank you for requesting<3!)

“They say I’m too young to love you, I don’t know what I need.” -Lana Del Rey

It was the dead of night. You had no trouble sneaking off as you did every night, seeing as your parents would always be dead asleep. Zohakuten on the other hand had to to struggle going unnoticed by four different people. Somehow, he had managed to do it previous nights and he only assumed tonight would be the exact same.

Except the moment he left, he didn’t realize Urogi and Karaku secretly following after him.

“Where the hell are you two going?” Both Urogi and Karaku got pulled back by their hair, showing none other than Sekido who had been pulling them back, Aizetsu standing behind him. “Don’t tell me your sneaking off like Zohakuten.” Sekido muttered angrily before finally letting go of Urogi and Karaku’s hair.

“If we were sneaking out, we would be much better at it.” Karaku whisper yelled back, rubbing his scalp gently with a small frown on his face. Urogi simply nodded his head, agreeing with Karaku.

“I wanna know where he’s going. What if he made a new friend!” Urogi let out a small laugh, feeling that with Zohakuten’s rude manners, there wouldn’t be a chance he made a new friend. Suddenly, he was smacked on the back of the head by Sekido who continued glaring at him.

“And you couldn’t have just told us that you were going to follow him?” Aizetsu asked while watching as Karaku ignored Sekido and continued his way to follow Zohakuten outside.

“Karaku!” Sekido yelled out as the green eyed demon just turned around to face him.

“You can’t tell him you don’t wanna know where he’s going. He’s been sneaking off for so long already!” Karaku exclaimed as Urogi tried his best to persuade Sekido.

Sekido only stayed quiet, exchanging a small glance with Aizetsu, who seemed all for following Zohakuten. A small sigh left the anger demons mouth as a small shrug followed. Truth be told, he was curious. He had been for a while, just like the others

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“Jeez, you guys need to put off a few pounds!” Urogi exclaimed attempting to fly while holding all three of the other clones.

“Hey, over there!”

“Where?” Urogi attention quickly moved down to where Sekido had been motioning, only to see Zohakuten sitting on the grass with a young girl sitting across of him, a smile on her face as she talked to the demon in front of her.

“HEY! Look out idiot!” Karaku yelled, holding onto Urogi’s foot and shaking it aggressively, trying to show him the large tree that he could possibly run into.

“A girl!?” Urogi yelled out in disbelief, his focus still on the two below him, who were both unaware of the four demons. The moment Urogi yelled that out, he ran into the large pine tree, each of the four clones falling to the floor with a loud thud and the sound of rustling leaves tracing after them.

“Why weren’t you paying attention!?” Sekido yelled out, raising a fist at Urogi. Karaku was quick to throw his hands in Sekido’s mouth in an attempt to silence him.

“Shush! Look!” Karaku whisper yelled, moving his hands of Sekido’s mouth to point at Zohakuten who was sitting down on the floor, talking to a young girl with the smallest smile on his face. Aizetsu was quick to move into a bush to get a closer look at the two. The others followed, each of them poking there heads out of the bush in a not so secret way.

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“When can I meet the others?” You asked, glancing over at Zohakuten before turning your attention back to a small field of flowers.

“Never.” He responded quickly with a small head shake. “They’re all idiots.” He added with a small mutter before choosing to lay down.

A small giggle left you before you moved over to where Zohakuten was, joining him and laying down on the soft grass.

“That’s like me asking when I can see your parents.” He retorted sarcastically, moving his head over to the side to look at you. You looked back at him, shrugging slightly with a small smile.

You knew they were demons just like him, so there could also be a possibility they would hurt you. You had been lucky enough to peek Zohakuten’s interest when the two of you first met. Eventually it led to you two developing a friendship and sneaking off every night to see each other.

“You know, I’m glad I met you.” You changed the subject after realizing Zohakuten’s disliking of talking about the others. A smile graced your lips before turning your attention up at the night sky.

“I’m glad I met you too.” He muttered in a low voice. If the two of you hadn’t been laying right next to each other, you probably wouldn’t have heard him. Your smile widened as you quickly sat up, noticing Zohakuten’s confused face.

You noticed the smallest blush on Zohakuten after he saw your happy expression at his reply.

“I really like you.” You smiled, your cheeks turning a light pink as you hoped for a similar reply.

“I really like you too.” He spoke in the same practically silent voice as before. Your hands gently grabbed onto his cold ones as you carefully pulled him up from sitting down.

Zohakuten’s face burned a light shade of red as he realized what he had said. And the loving look on your face only seemed to make him appear more flustered. Although he refused to show his nervousness as he slowly leaned in, making your face turn a darker red as well.

Just as your lips were about to touch, you heard rustling coming from one of the bushes not to far from you both. You and Zohakuten were quick to turn to look over at the bush and pause your actions.

Instantly, someone came falling out of the bush, falling face first into the dirt. You cringed slightly. The face then looked up. The more you looked at it, the more you realized it was a demon. But also one of the ones Zohakuten had described to you before.

Two small horns on his head, hair a little passed his shoulders and blue eyes with Kanji on it. Your first reaction was to quickly hide behind Zohakuten.

The sorrow demon looked up sadly at Zohakuten, mostly ashamed of getting caught. Especially since it wasn’t his fault to begin with.

You heard a displeased sigh escape Zohakuten. “And where are the others?” He asked as Aizetsu looked back the bush, signaling they were all hiding in there.

“Great going Sekido, you blew our cover!”

“I didn’t even push him that hard!”

“You both be quiet!”

Soon enough, three other demons left the bush not at all looking as guilty as Aizetsu did. Zohakuten glared at them, trying his best to hide you behind his back.

“So she’s why you’ve been sneaking out.” You heard a sly laugh from behind you, making you jump as you turned around, seeing a green eyed demon looming over you.

“Why didn’t you tell us about this little human girl?” Urogi asked, trying to get his own look at you. Suddenly, you felt yourself get pulled up by your arm and next thing you knew, you were on the green eyed demons shoulders.

“I like her!” Karaku suddenly yelled, walking around in circles with you still on his shoulders, completely terrified and refusing to move one bit.

“That’s why.” Zohakuten muttered in annoyance, signaling over to Karaku who was completely scaring you, despite wanting to meet all of them a few moments ago.

Eventually, you felt yourself get pulled off the demons shoulders and placed on the floor. In front of you was the sorrow demon who still had a guilty look on his face. “Are you okay?” He asked after setting you on the floor again.

You hesitantly nodded, not exactly knowing how to feel at the sudden appearance of the four demons. Aizetsu just gave a small nod before you suddenly felt yourself get pulled away again, this time by Zohakuten.

Before you knew it, Zohakuten picked you up off your feet. “Don’t follow this time.” Zohakuten told the others before quickly running off.

“I can’t believe he already found someone before be.”

“You’re too ugly to find someone anyways.”

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Time for a Taisho Secret!: Both you and Zohakuten had to keep changing the place you would meet up because the four either separate or all together, would follow and spy on the two of you. The only one your both fine with being there is Aizetsu, as long as he keeps his distance.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba #x reader #demon slayer fluff #x y/n #sekido #Aizetsu #Urogi #karaku #hantengu clones #zohakuten #zohakuten x reader

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girlboybug · 1 year

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Cinnamon Girl

"there's things i wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live."

or the one where joel has trouble explaining how he feels, but has no trouble in showing you. even if it means publicly.

what’s playing 🎧 : cinnamon girl by lana del rey

pairing : joel miller x female!reader

word count : 7k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, jealous!joel muahaha, blowjobs, facefucking, fingering, oral f!receiving, semi public sex, unprotected sex, manhandling, orgasm denial, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, mirror sex, slight dom/sub dynamics, slight spanking, allusions to handjobs, unspecified age gap, aftercare, joel is bad at words but you bet your ass he talks you through it ;)

TRIGGER WARNINGS : implied/references to fedra killing people, but it's mentioned for like two seconds, joel is very possessive, themes of co-dependency, violence, fighting, blood, if i miss anything that could be triggering pls lmk!!

a/n : this is a pt2 to Shades of Cool, but can be read as a stand alone fic! pls enjoy <;3 @spacelatinos4life

there was no title to the relationship between you and joel. there didn’t need to be. a title describing what the two of you felt for the other person was unneeded, not when you two knew.

you were both sure a person couldn’t feel this way about another without it being mutual. there was no way feelings so strong, so potent, so mind, body, and soul consuming, could ever be one sided.

that’s what you were able to remind yourself on a good day.

joel isn’t the best at articulating himself, his thoughts and emotions get too heavy sometimes. but god, he felt so full of you that he didn’t know how to let the feelings overflow from his mouth and into words.

he let his actions do the talking, he let what he could do for you exist as proof of how he felt. but sometimes, you just needed to hear it directly from him, and he would oblige in the way he could.

joel felt the hands of possession, obsession, and ownership find their way into a deathgrip over his being, something he wasn’t proud of and even tried to avoid, but there’s no avoiding the inevitable. it’s who he is. it’s who he will be, and everything that he is and will be is what you signed up for.

but in this moment, a calmer feeling blankets over his shoulders while he sits on the side of the bed you two shared most nights. he watches you lay flat on your stomach, leg hiked up, mouth slightly agape, with just the tiniest bit of drool pooling from the corner of your lips.

he silences the laugh that escapes, not wanting to embarrass you or cut his gaze on you short. he likes these moments, where he can watch you be at peace. where nothing is wrong, nothing is dangerous or urgent, there’s no rush. it’s just you, and him, and you’re safe.

his calloused fingers fall gently over your cheekbone, curling around your ear and trailing over the curve of your jawline. “c’mon baby, time to get up.” he whispers, and you stir, grumbling something grumpy, and he lets the sound back into his laugh.

“gotta get up little girl, we got things to do today.” he reminds, and you shake your head full of drowsiness. “no we don’t. lay back down with me, please?” even your words sound sleepy, but joel still shakes his head in the face of an irresistible offer.

he moves the covers off of your frame and you groan about the sudden coldness. he shushes you, i know baby i know, he kisses the side of your temple, pulling you up and out of bed, letting you cling onto him.

he picks you up, something you’re usually hesitant to let him do, too insecure about the weight he’d have to lift up, but he’s not a weak man, he can lift his girl.

you’re too tired to care, too comfortable with your arms hanging over his back, head in the crook of his neck and legs wrapped around his waist, almost drifting back to sleep in his arms.

he carries you into the bathroom, setting you down on the counter. he likes taking care of you this way, being gentle with you like you deserve.

he brings a toothbrush to your lips and he brushes your teeth, staring back into the heavy sleep-ridden eyes looking up at him. your legs come around his waist, keeping him close to you. he chuckles to himself at the small actions you do, secretly loving your instinct to always be close.

he lets you spit into the sink and rinse your mouth out, and when you turn back to him, you’re more awake. he kisses your forehead, moving to the side to let you slip off the sink and land on your sock covered feet.

(those socks he promised that he'd get for you? he got them.)

you shift around behind him, leaning your cheek against his broad back, the strong, safe and reliable back you love, remaining a stable place to rest while he brushes his own teeth.

your arms wrap loosely around his waist, pressing a kiss to his clothed back. “love you so much,” you mouth to yourself, not daring to let a sound give life to your words. you want to tell him, want him to know the burning words that sear on your tongue, but again, you refrain.

when he turns back to you, he leans against the sink, his hands resting on your hips. “mornin’” his official greeting to you, and you smile that pretty smile of yours, pushing up on your toes to be closer.

“good morning.” you kiss him and he returns it, holding you by the back of your head, his other hand inching its way down to your ass. he squeezes it, and you giggle in his mouth, pushing at his chest.

he rolls his eyes with a smile, feigning disappointment at your shooing. he pats your bottom, motioning his head towards the kitchen. “made some coffee, want some?” you nod, leaning up to peck his lips appreciatively.

you race into the kitchen, hand still attached to his as he follows behind you, an amused look on his face at the sudden burst of energy that you were very void of just five minutes ago.

you fall into your routine repeated like a sacred mantra. you sit at the table watching him make your mugs of coffee. during his last haul, he found a pink mug, pocketing it to bring home to you, and it quickly became one of your most prized possessions.

he comes back to you, sitting in the chair he always does, sliding your mug to you. you clamber out your chair to sit in his lap, his hand resting over your thigh, keeping you safe and tucked away into him. your head finds its home in the warm pocket of his neck, sipping your sweet coffee in comfortable silence.

–

he drops you off to your assigned work, street cleaning, before he has to go to his, burning the dead bodies that fedra has no issue creating every day. he holds your waist, pulling you in and kissing you a wordless bye, his hand lingering on your waist when he turns to leave.

it took awhile for joel to show you affection in public, and it wasn’t because he was embarrassed, he was a grown man, and if anyone had a problem with him kissing his girl he’d gladly address that, so that wasn’t his hindrance.

joel quite often overthinks himself into bouts of worry, and he found himself scared that if the wrong person saw you two together, saw how strongly he felt for you, you’d be taken from him.

joel was hardly ever scared anymore, there was nothing to fear. he had nothing to fear, it was just himself he had to worry about, and he could handle his own.

but now, he has you.

and with caring for someone as much as he does for you, comes the fear of losing them too, and he hates it, he's scared of it.

so for awhile, affections were scarce, even in private, too wound up in trying to not get too attached, but you tore down his walls, brick by brick, leaving him bare and vulnerable to you.

sometimes, you can still feel that blockage that holds him back, but it’s okay. you have all of time in itself to work through these things, together.

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you came home before joel did, eager to see him, to be held by him, and talk about your day together. instead, you came home to an empty apartment.

you’re disappointed, joel’s face is the first thing you want to see after every hard day, his rich, southern voice veiled in a smooth gruffness welcoming you home was a reminder that life wasn’t all bad.

you figured he was still busy, a habit of his from even before the outbreak, never went away.

that being the inability to turn down extra work. you wish he would, you wanted more of him, more of his time, more of his presence, his everything.

while working earlier today, you were invited to the bar that had just been finished renovating, the invitation coming from a guy whose name you already forgot.

you were excited by the invite, you never really did much, and you thought it would be something nice to do with joel. but alas, he isn’t home to receive the news.

you pull out a pad of paper, quickly scribbling a note for joel to read before washing the grime of the day off your skin.

you change into clothes you think are nicely suited for a bar, you’re not completely sure, considering you’ve never been inside one.

you think to yourself how you’re actually kind of impressed how people managed to do all of this under fedra’s nose, but you weren’t complaining, people inside the qz deserved a sense of normalcy in this lack of a community.

it was a hefty walk away, which made sense, to have a bar up and running, it’d need to be tucked away from the hands ready to pluck anything semi decent away.

when you were amidst your walk, joel shared your disappointment of coming home with no warm greeting.

he looks around, a frown etching itself over his features, before his glancing lands itself on your note. he inhales deeply, exhaling a loud, irritated huff. the last thing he wanted to do was be near a big group of people, sharing you, sharing your laugh, sharing your stupid jokes, sharing how beautiful you are with undeserving wandering eyes.

he washes up, deciding to just let his hair air dry on the way to the bar. midst his walk, he feels his chest get tight with stress, imagining you on this trek so late at night, and on your own.

he makes a mental note to scold you for that when he sees you.

–

“so,” the man in front of you takes a swig from his third beer. “you got a boyfriend?” he asks, and you get a little stiff, swirling the whiskey in your glass that you’ve been taking pained sips from, the bitter sharp taste was something you did not like. “i have someone,” you confirm, feeling warm at just the mere mention of joel.

“but no boyfriend?” he pushes further and you laugh awkwardly, your eyes looking anywhere but him.

“doesn’t bother me if you do or don’t, we can still have fun either way,” he leans in closer, his hand gliding up the side of your arm. you inch back, moving away from his touch. “it’s… not something we label, but i do have someone, i’m sorry.” you’re trying to be polite, but he doesn’t bite.

“no label? y’know honey, that’s just a man’s way of getting to have his cake and eat it.” he snickers, drinking from his beer. you bring your arms around yourself, feeling defensive. “what's that supposed to mean?” you question, eyes flickering all over him in search of an answer, starting to feel anxiety prickle at your skin.

“when a man doesn’t label somethin’ it’s ‘cause there’s nothing to label, meanin’ he can do what he wants with you and have no obligations holdin’ him down, because there’s nothing there. he can go out and fuck who he wants, because he ain’t got a girl back home.” his words hit you like a gong, a sharp ache penetrating into your chest, twisting the knife and letting it gape open.

“it… isn’t like that,” your voice is failing you, and it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself more than you are him. he laughs out of pity and you feel small, confidence being forcibly shrunken by his seeds of doubt.

“then where is he? last i checked, you came here all by yourself.” he points out, and your shoulders nearly deflate.

“he’s just busy,” you mutter and he shakes his head holding out his hands with a cocky certainty. “tellin’ ya honey, he’s probably with another girl,” he draws patterns in the wrist of yours that’s holding your glass.

“so what’s the harm in comin’ home with me? we could be somethin’ official, i wouldn’t hide you, who’d wanna hide a pretty girl like you,” his persuasions elicit a sense of nausea from the depths of your stomach, and you back away into the wooden pane behind you, shaking your head.

“there a problem here?” the voice you’ve been craving to hear all night finally finds you, and your head whips up. you breathe out a relieved, joel.

“nah, she’s with me.” the man answers for you, and you shake your head, moving away from him to go to joel. “no, this is who i was talking about.” you introduce joel, and he doesn’t say a thing, just stares down at the man in front of him, a hard glare being shot into his skull.

“so the guy stringing you along is this fuckin’ old man? you gotta be jokin,” and joel inches in, seconds away from bursting. “i suggest you watch your tone,” he warns, and the man sets his beer down, standing up straight now.

you tug on joel’s arm, trying to deescalate the situation, but he wants it to escalate, he wants to fucking hurt the guy in front of him.

“yeah? and the fuck are you gonna do if i don’t?” joel doesn’t need to hear anything else, he leans down, making it a point to emphasize the height difference between the two, and you swallow a giggle at how the man reddens from embarrassment.

joel grips him by his collar, tugging him in close. “i’ll rip your fucking jaw straight off your skull.” he grits out, and you know he means what he says.

“i’d like to see you try asshole.”

you grab at joel’s arm again, let’s just go baby, please you don’t need to do this, you plead with him, but he’s gone deaf with a ringing rage, unable to come down from the anger inside him.

“cmon pussy, hit m-” joel’s fist rises and lands with a heavy, painful impact down into the side of the man’s jaw, and you wince at the sight. he stumbles and falls back into the wooden pane.

the owner of the bar finally comes out, rushing to separate joel away from the man. “hey hey hey, that’s enough, break it up,” the man is lurching at joel and joel just stands proudly, unflinching at the threats spewing from the shorter man’s bloodied mouth.

“i’m so so so sorry, we’ll go, i’m so sorry, i’ll take care of this.” you apologize up and down to the owner, and he sighs, dragging his fingers down the corners of his mouth.

“just get him out of my sight, i’ll take care of this one,” he nods to the man and you agree, leading joel away to the bathroom to cool down.

“fine go ahead and leave with the old man who can’t even get his dick up!” he calls out after you, and you ignore it, but joel can’t.

his arm rips away from your hold, and he surges towards him, pushing past the owner and landing his fist hard into the same place he hit last time, grunting with pride when he hears something crack. everyone around you is frozen, mouths ajar in shock and fear.

“get him out!” the owner yells, jabbing his thumb towards the back exit, and you nod quickly, frantically trying to pull joel off of the man. the people surrounding you hurriedly move aside to let you two pass.

you usher joel into the restroom, locking the door behind you. “joel what the fuck?” the first time you’ve ever raised your voice at him was now, and he stares at you pacing in front of him.

normally, it excites you when joel is fast to your defense, it makes you feel like he cares, but this? this was stupid. this was an opportunity to do something fun and different together, and he most likely just got you two banned.

but what was actually bothering you, were the things that the man said to you. his words continuously buzz around in your head like flies to a carcass.

“what were you doing with him?�� his voice is steady, but you hear the anger laced underneath, you hear the silent upward trail of it leading into something else, and you pause to look at him.

“what?” you exhale and he steps forward, jaw clenching and shifting with a trembling indignation. “i said,” he grits out, sore and numb fist landing on the wall behind you. “what the fuck were you doing with him?” he repeats, louder, scarier. you flinch away from him, and he drops his fist, unfolding it by his side, a thrum of guilt strumming inside him at the fearful way you were looking at him.

“he started talking to me, joel. it started off friendly, and then he began making advances towards me, which i shot down.” your eyes are watering, and you angrily wipe them away, upset that you were even crying.

“surprised you even care,” you mutter, already feeling regretful the second the words leave your mouth. he holds you by your chin, forcing you to look at him. “excuse me?” he questions, and you blink away the last few tears from your eyes nervously.

“where were you?” you counter back, and joel raises a brow, folding his arms over his chest. “workin’. like i always am.” his eyes squint confusedly. “what’s this about?”

the pipe that filtered out your frustrations just about burst, and you spurt out all the fears that the man made resurface inside you.

“i told you that all i wanted is to be with you, which is true, and it’s okay that you don’t wanna label whatever this is,” you move your hands between you two.

“and it’s okay that it’s hard for you to even hold my hand in public even though it hurts me, but what’s not okay is lying to me. i-if, if you’re f..fucking someone else i’d rather you just be honest with me.” tears are streaming down your cheeks now, and you’re barely able to speak through the sobs.

joel can’t say anything for a moment, he’s completely taken off guard from how much pain you seem to be in from the fears you’ve been keeping to yourself.

he moves closer to you, his hands on either side of your head when he speaks, leaving you nowhere else to look, but him. “listen to me,” he murmurs, swiping the new dewy drops of tears from your eyes.

“there is no one else. s’just you. i..i don’t look at, think about, or talk to anyone for that matter, that isn’t you. i don’t got the time, effort, or desire, to be near someone that ain’t you. i didn’t even wanna come to this fuckin’ thing but i went because you’re here.” he points at the center of your chest, emphasizing his sentiments.

“you wanna know what you are?” he breathes out against your lips. you nod, hands resting on his shoulders. “you, are mine.” he speaks slowly, deeply, letting his words travel into the farthest places inside you, wanting what he says to resonate in you until it reaches your bones.

you push yourself up as far as you can to reach his lips, pressing yourself to him. he kisses you hard, imprinting himself to you, holding you by the back of your neck.

he drinks in your moans, his hand on your ass keeping you right up against his crotch, bucking into you just that much, getting you to melt in his hold.

you whimper in his mouth when he slides his tongue in, taking you in so roughly.

he can taste the whiskey on you, and he grunts, gripping at your ass before planting a hard smack over it. you yelp in his mouth but he doesn’t let you move away, instead, he pushes you into the wall, cradling your head with his hand when your back connects to the wall.

when you break apart for air, that's when he nudges at your shoulders, lowering you down to your knees. you obey, resting on your knees, looking up at him with those wide pretty eyes of yours.

he caresses your cheek, smiling at the way you mold into his palm. “think i need you to show me you understand me when i say you’re mine.” his sonorous voice, thick in control and sternness lit a flame between your thighs, and you had no problem proving to him that you understood.

you unbuckle his pants, the bulge behind them intimidating you. it’s been awhile since you two have… done anything, mostly just resorting to his fingers buried inside you, and your hand wrapped around him while he fucks your palm.

you’ve never gotten around to doing this, and joel was nowhere near small, the word not even existing in his hemisphere, so this was most definitely going to be quite the feat.

you fish him out his boxers, and you clench down on your teeth with nerves rattling through your being.

he's so thick in girth, you almost can't wrap your whole hand around him, the thought of him shoving himself in your mouth both excites you, and frightens you. but it's a good fear.

it's a challenge.

“wet your hand baby,” he instructs, and you listen, spitting in your palm, feeling warm at the way he says good, all drawn out and deep, it makes you all the more fervid to impress him, to make him feel good.

you jerk him off, hands shaking, but you force yourself to keep them steady for him. you’re using two hands to touch him, a slick sound starting to fill the space around you, reminds of you of the act you’re committing, and it excites you.

you lean forward, enveloping his tip between your lips, letting your hand glide further down while your lips trail along in suit, taking him in as deep as you can.

he shudders out a wavering breath, holding you by the back of your head, not pushing, but instead following the way you bob up and down on his cock.

you take him in further than you thought you could, the stretch of your lips around the thickness of him is a little uncomfortable, but the breathless groans pouring out of him from above you, make all the discomfort go away.

he wants to praise you for being a quick learner, but the words stutter behind his thoughts, jumbling themselves up, the only thing he could think, and feel, was your hot, wet mouth sucking him off, his cock so deep down your throat, his balls were resting at your chin.

your saliva pooled around the corners of your mouth, and he wiped his thumb over it, swiping under your stretched bottom lip that was barely able to form around his shaft.

he turns to the side, looking into the mirror that’s facing you both. the reflection glimmers back to joel, and the cinches in his chest and stomach suddenly get tighter.

he groans at the sight, it’s so fucking dirty, you on your knees, taking his cock as far as it can go, he thinks to himself how sweet his little girl is.

he can't take his eyes off of the vision playing out before him, it's too hypnotizing.

he starts to fuck your mouth, throwing his head back when he hits the back of your throat, pulling a gag from you. he grits his teeth when you gag around him, the sound is so filthy, everything about this is, but he likes it.

he likes the feeling of fucking your poor mouth until your jaw goes sore, because whenever you talk, a little reminder of where he was will be there.

he fixates on the way you’ve found yourself a rhythm, trying your hardest to go along with the way he’s guiding your mouth down his cock, letting him fuck your soft, pliant mouth.

he stares into the mirror, watching as you gag when he shoves his hips forward, grinding into the hot, slick hole your mouth acts as.

your tongue supports the bottom of his shaft, licking the sensitive spot under the head of his cock, and his hips stutter.

he holds your head, pushing in and keeping still, watching you take him in.

“takin’ me down your throat so goddamn good, baby. bet that fuckin’ asshole wishes he could have you like this,” he’s losing himself in the haven of your mouth, the way your watery eyes look up at him, egging him on.

“it’s only ever gonna be me, who fucks your mouth, i’m the only one who’s gonna have you on your knees, gagging around a cock, shit, around my cock,” he’s panting, rambling breathlessly in the peak of his pleasure, adding emphasis on every word with each thrust in your mouth without even thinking about it.

he pulls you off his cock, and you gasp, sputtering while you catch your breath. “repeat,” he orders, slapping the tip of his cock on your cheek.

“you’re the only one who gets to fuck my mouth,” you rasp, your voice already sounding hoarse, and he chuckles darkly, nodding to himself with pride.

he's putting your throat to good use.

he slides back in your mouth, and your hands rest on his hips while you take him. “look at yourself, so fuckin dirty," he grunts under a low guise of a breath. your eyes drift to the side, and they widen. the sight is dirty in the truest form of the word, but you like it too, you like it more than you should.

the thrusts into your mouth start to get faster, and you can barely keep up. “gonna let me cum in your mouth baby?” he breathes out, and you nod around him, unable to give verbal confirmation. “gonna take it all for me,” he pushes in deeper, “gonna swallow it all for me?”

mhmm you moan around him, and that’s all he needs. he fucks into your mouth, hard and fast, before he stills, your teary eyes squeezing shut, trying your best to breathe through your nose.

“shit,” he pants, palm flat against the wall above your head while he cums.

his load is heavy when it goes down your throat, and when he slowly pulls out, he slaps the tip over your tongue, watching his cum drip onto it. he catches his breath while he pulls you up to your feet, keeping you steady when you wobble.

your lips are plump, fat with soreness and he kisses them hard, bruising himself into you.

his hand finds its way between your thighs, he walks forward as he does so, pushing you up against the sink counter. he lowers himself down to you, and you watch with hooded eyes, watching as he lifts up the fabric of your long dress, bunching it up until he reaches your panties.

his chest inflates with a proud sense of vainglory at the wet patch spreading over your underwear.

he traces over it, and you shiver, coiling into him. he kisses, he licks you through your underwear, mouthing over your cunt. he laps at you hungrily, not realizing how starved he was until he latched his mouth on you.

his eyes shut when he tastes you, the way your perfect little clit rolled around on his tongue fueled his addiction to being buried in your cunt, your sweet drawls of cries enabling him further. he circles around your hole before pushing in, keeping your hip still with his free hand from wriggling away.

he lets yourself fuck yourself on his finger, chuckling over your clit, his lips still wrapped around it when you tremble at the way he adds in a second finger.

you raise your leg, leaning on the counter, trying to spread yourself as far as you can for him. your hands fell to the back of his head, grinding into his mouth and fingers, head lolling backward into the mirror.

your chest rises and falls with shaky gasps, his name falling from your bitten lips like it's the only word you know. joel joel joel.

you’re rolling your hips into him desperately, and he takes it all in with stride, moaning into your soaked flesh.

a wet clicking sound echos around the bathroom, and you’re almost embarrassed, it’s just so loud, but you couldn’t help how wet he made you. his knuckles fill you up to the hilt, and you’re tearing up all over again, his crybaby, he’d call you, but he’s too focused on sucking your clit to say anything.

his fingers feel overwhelming inside you, his tongue curling over your clit only making it worse, making you tug and pull at his hair, lifting your ass off the counter to push yourself deeper into his mouth.

he eats your cunt with a purpose, with a drive, but more than anything, he enjoys it. he can't get enough of how fucking good you taste, it turns him on to no end over how dirty it is, having his tongue flick over your pussy, his head between your thighs, trapping him in and nearly suffocating him inside you.

but if he were to die, this is how he’d want to go out, by a lack of air supply from burying his tongue inside your cunt.

he feels you shaking, the roll of your hips has lost it’s rhythm and he looks up at you, head thrown against the mirror, lips agape and crying out his name, chest heaving, and wait, he can see your nipples hardening through your dress, and he wonders if you’ve even got a bra on. his cock twitches at the thought of it.

“you close baby?” he asks you, his words pressing themselves right on your clit, and you whimper, nodding. he presses a wet, sloppy kiss to your cunt before rising back to his tall stature.

you blink through heavy lids, looking at him pleadingly. “why?” you mumble sadly, and he flips you around, pulling you into him with your ass right up against his cock.

he kisses the back of your neck, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“you’re gonna cum when i’m inside you.” he aligns himself with your hole, pushing in with one thrust, holding you by your hips to keep you from stumbling forward from his harsh movements.

he has to slowly inch himself a little further, a little gentler, to get himself fully sheathed in you.

it has been a minute, since he’s had you like this, he thinks to himself. he tugs down the front of your dress, growling to himself when your tits fall out, perched up from the bunched material under them. he pinches at your nipples, slapping at the underside of them.

“no bra? that for me baby or were you planning on showin’ them to someone else?” he grits out, starting to fuck you hard, finding himself getting angry at the image of someone getting to see something that belongs to him, that belongs in his palms.

you shake your head, bouncing forward with each hard thrust he fucked into you with, gripping onto the counter in front of you.

“n-no, no, joel, just for you,” your head rolled back onto his shoulder, but he was fast to grab you by the back of your neck, keeping your head forward.

“look at yourself, and look at who’s fucking you.” he whispers in your ear, his beard tickling at your neck when he speaks, the command in his voice making you shiver.

you struggle to keep your eyes open, but he kept you in place, making sure you were watching yourself get impaled over and over again by the thick length of his cock.

“no one else, is gonna get to be in your pussy like this, understand?” he reminds you of a fact that you don’t need to be reminded of, because never in a million years would you ever let someone have you the way joel does. but you’d be far from truthful if you said you didn’t like hearing him, and feeling him, fuck you as a reminder of who owns you.

“yes, yes joel yes,” you cry, nails raking at the counter. he nips at your neck, his beard leaving a tingly trail over each inch of skin it touches.

the ‘pap pap pap’ from how soaked your cunt is and from how hard he’s thrusting into you bounces off the walls, and you hope dearly that none of the patrons can hear you.

joel seems to read your mind, because he inches near your ear, gruff groans floating all around you. “y’think he can hear us, can hear you gettin’ fucked?” you mewl at his words, never used to how dirty he can be, and you nod dumbly.

“yeah?” he mocks you, but you don’t care, not when you can feel the fat head of his cock rubbing over that little spot in you so good that it almost hurts from how intense it is.

his fingers find your clit, and he rubs those tight circles over it, watching you squeal from the shock of pleasure.

you try to push him away, it was too good and too much all at once, your poor sensitive cunt could only take so much. but you’re not going anywhere, he pulls you in closer, shoves himself in deeper, rubs harder, fucks you faster.

your entire self succumbs to joel, and you take it, it’s all you can do. you watch as your whole body jerks forward with each hard thrust joel delivers, and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt, being able to see your chest bounce, his wandering hands all over you, squeezing, groping in places that have never been touched before by anyone but him.

your eyes fall to the way his long fingers rub over your clit, and it makes you clench around him.

he tilts his head to the side, resting his chin atop your shoulder, joining you in the voyeurism.

he pushes himself in you, eyes locking onto yours in the mirror, grunting in your ear, plucking your skin into goosebumps in the process.

“these, are mine,” he fondles your chest, and you nod willfully, arching your back into him when he squeezes them. “this,” he raises his hand and spanks the fat of your ass, hard, kissing your shoulder blade when you cry out, running his palm over the sore skin. “is mine,”

his hand cups your cunt, and he shoves himself the deepest he’s been in, and your mouth falls open, a sob leaving past it at the intrusion. “this, is mine.” he fucks you hard and you cry his name, hands clawing desperately all over the sink.

“s’your’s joel, its all yours,” you hiccup through a series of cries. he feels pleased by your answer.

he has an endless amount of pride of getting to have you, the prettiest, sweetest girl, with the tightest cunt he’s ever had, who was so happy, and so proud to be his.

“please, please, can i cum joel? been so good, n’ i need it so bad, can i please?” you’re pleading with him so earnestly, so needy, he couldn’t deny you even if he wanted to.

“go ahead baby,” he grants you the permission to let go, and it’s the push into your rippling orgasm you needed. you grip at his wrist that’s rubbing your clit, squirming around in his clutch, panting and chanting his name, his favorite sound from you.

your body buzzes with burning tips of hot pleasure pointedly traveling all throughout your limbs, washing you clean with joel.

“so good, babygirl, feel fuckin’ perfect wrapped around me,” he places hard frantic kisses all along your shoulder, pounding into you now spasmodically, unable to keep a steady flow in fluidity of his thrusts, his own orgasm was tiding over him, the waves threatening to crash and soak him whole.

“who’s fucking cunt is this?” he groans forcefully in your ear. “y-your’s, joel, s’all yours,” you whimper, head back against him, your moans falling directly into his ear.

he grunts a sound so palpable, so thick, it makes you whine. he shoves himself in rapidly, before slowing down, pushing in all the way, shuddering out lowly, his head resting beside yours when he cums.

he fucks you slowly, savoring the way you grip onto him, with how stuffed and full you are of him, and his cum.

he pulls out, trying to be gentle, remembering how unpleasant it was for you last time he pulled out.

he turns you around, adjusts your dress back over your chest, leaning forward to place a soft kiss this time, to your lips.

before he puts your dress back down, he lifts it up, looking at your poor abused cunt. he watches his cum leak out of you, and he inhales sharply at the sight.

he pushes it back in, shoving his fingers inside you, and you whimper, grabbing onto his wrist. he quickly puts your underwear back on, looking with a cocky gaze at his slick immediately dampening your panties.

he wipes his fingers with the paper towels behind you, tossing it in the trashcan. he rests his palms on either side of you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, catching your breath. “let’s go home, okay?” you whisper, and he nods, moving his hands back up to your waist to squeeze lovingly.

he holds your hand, interlacing your fingers, guiding you out the restroom.

when you near the exit, the man is stood outside, cigarette in hand, smoking while wincing from the throbbing pain in his jaw.

joel wants to laugh, but he refrains for your sake. you avoid eye contact with him, keeping close to joel, arms wrapped around his toned strong one, but joel isn’t as polite as you.

he makes it a point to ram his shoulder against the other man’s, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “she just finished gettin' my dick up .” he watches with amusement when his mouth parts in shock, anger and jealousy constricting his chest. joel pulls you along, ignoring his yells after him.

there are only a few things that joel finds joy in. you, coffee, and the occasional pettiness. and he seems to have indulged in all three of them today.

–

you two made it back to joel’s, walking in a light silence. you shuffle inside, making a b-line into his bed. he locks the door shut before kicking off his boots. he disappears into the bathroom, grabbing a small towel and wetting it. he comes back to you, parting your legs.

he removes your underwear, sliding it down and letting it hit the floor. he’s gentle while he cleans you up, aware of how sensitive you must be. you watch with wide, adoring pupils, the three words that live on your tongue aching to come out.

he undoes your boots, pulling them off and tossing it where his pair sits. he holds your ankle, his thumb drawing over the bone.

“i’m sorry… about tonight,” you apologize softly.

he shakes his head, scooting closer to sit next to you. “you don’t need to be sweetheart, i...agh, i,” he runs a hand through his hair tiredly.

“i should be. i didn’t mean to make a scene, i’ll try to talk to the owner and settle things so that if you wanna go back, you won’t get kicked out.” your eyebrows pull together in sympathy. “if we both can’t go then i don’t wanna go,” you murmur, sitting up to drape yourself over him.

your fingers run along his jaw, feeling the coarse stubble from his beard.

he holds your wrist, turning his cheek to kiss your palm. he shifts around, his forehead resting on your temple while he kisses the apple of your cheek. “let’s get you changed,” he says gently, and you say nothing, just holding onto his hand until you reach his fingertips when he walks to get you a change of clothes.

he returns with one of his flannels, and a pair of boxers he accidentally shrunk in the wash.

he kneels in front of you, unbuttoning the top buttons of your dress. there we go, he murmurs when you sit up for a moment, allowing him to pull the rest of the fabric from the dress you were sitting on.

he undresses you, and you hold yourself while he unfolds his shirt. he puts it over your head, pulling it down and smiling to himself at the way it hangs off you.

he readies the leg holes of the boxers at your feet, pulling it up and over your hips, running his hands over your soft skin before he pulls the shirt back down to cover you up. he sheds off his jacket, ridding himself of his clothes until he’s left in a wife beater and his boxers.

you scoot to the side of his bed, lifting the cover while patiently waiting for him to join you.

naturally, of course he does. he opens his arms for you, and you curl up in his hold, warm and safe, wrapped up between two strong arms.

you bury yourself in his chest, his scent lulling you into a hazy relaxed state. “joel?” you whisper. “yeah?” he returns, and you close your eyes, nervously fisting at his wife beater.

“i … you know…i...you.” you huff in frustration with yourself, and he stays quiet for awhile, unsure of what you mean before it clicks.

“i know.” you feel the tears about to break through the closed curtains of your lashes, trying to ready yourself for the rejection about to hit. ”i do too, sweetheart. i do too.” and suddenly, you’re letting go of the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding onto.

relief rinses through you, a shining confirmation that you weren’t the only one who felt this way. you were nowhere near alone in that. and now you knew, which is all you ever wanted.

your heart just about soars in your chest, and you have to swallow back the squeals of excitement that want to come out.

you’re still nervous to say it, but it’s okay, this is okay. joel knows what you’re saying, and you know what he is as well. and that’s all you two needed.

“by the way,” he adds, pulling you away from your thoughts. you look up from his chest, resting your forehead on his chin. “what’s up?”

“don’t you go walkin’ on your own that far like that again you hear me?” he chides you and you laugh, rolling your eyes. “alright joel.”

he grumbles, kissing your hairline. “mean it, goddamnit.” you're laughing into the quiet night air and he feels at peace, feels like he can breathe when he hears that soft, happy sound from you.

"baby?" he murmurs, and you kiss his collarbone, humming a sleepy, yes?

"i ain't the most...articulate man, but i just. i want you to know i care. an-and i think of you all the time, even when you're right there beside me, i'm thinkin' about what might be goin' on in that little head of your's, an' when i'm workin' my mind drifts back to you, like it's clockwork." his voice is traveling on a low steady path of smooth warmth, but there's nervousness between the gaps of his words.

he knows he doesn't say how he feels as often as he should, or at all for that matter, but he knows being reminded is important, so he tries, he tries for you.

you raise your head from the safety of his chest, eyes watery and he chuckles, gently grazing your waterline clean of them. "why're you cryin' little girl?" he asks below a whisper.

you hold his wrist, leaning into his caress while you sniffle. "i...i love you so much joel, i love you i love you, i love you. you don't have to say it back, it's okay, but i just have to say it. i love you," you laughed through your sniffling, and he stares at you, his heart growing larger than it has in years, and he almost wants to cry with you.

he leans forward, his hand resting on the side of your neck, his thumb tracing over your jaw. "i love you." he whispers back, a few cracks of sound breaking in from the nerves of finally admitting it, and you squeal, leaping out of his hold to lay on top of him.

you straddle his waist, cupping his face in your hands, his beard tickling at your palms when you lean down and smother him with kisses. mwah mwah mwah is all he can hear through his laughter at your bursting affection.

"alright baby, alright," he chuckles, keeping you steady by your hips. "say it again, please?' you ask softly, eager to hear those perfect, sweet words one more time.

you rest your hands on his chest, leaning forward to listen. he runs his hands up your thighs, tilting his head as he looks at you. "i love you, baby."

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 4 months

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Horror Movies Pt. 2 | Neil Lewis x fem!reader

Summary: She shares a special passion for horror movies with her boss, Neil Lewis. But it doesn't end there, she also shares his secrets... or at least the ones he can keep himself. He's been keeping one from her but maybe a night of adventure will break the silence and scare them to their senses.

Warnings: Drinking, semi-public sex, boss/employee relationship, struggles with self-image, spying, invasion of privacy, slight disrespect for the dead, smut, moments of miscommunication and assumed consent, unprotected sex, oral, and some fluff.

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Lady Grinning Soul- David Bowie 🎶

Freak- Lana Del Rey 🎵

Minors do not interact!

“What are you doing, Neil?” She whispered, not wanting to trespass.

“Having a little adventure since our act of chivalry was all for naught.” He shrugged and smiled goofily.

“You want to play golf?” She looked between the dark green and Neil’s face.

“Nah, not golf.”

She stared at him for a little while longer before ducking beneath the fence. He followed her and they started to cross the green, looking up at the star studded sky.

“The stars are so pretty tonight.” She pointed up at the clusters of twinkling lights.

“Wait until you see what I have to show you.” He smiled mischievously and took her wrist. He pulled her across the golf course and through the connecting gate.

“Where are we now?” She looked around and noticed the distant groupings of headstones. “Are we in a cemetery?”

“Bingo.” Neil laughed and let her wrist go, running ahead a little. The graveyard was cool and still, surrounded on all sides by tall shrubbery. They climbed the short hill up onto the main stretch of green, walking alongside the grave markers.

“This feels like the beginning of a horror movie.” She recalled Neil’s previous statement from the morning and he laughed.

“I like to come here at night. It’s so peaceful and I like to look at the people’s names. It helps put my life into perspective.” He led her to a small mausoleum beside a weeping willow and swiped his arm across his forehead.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” He gestured around and she nodded.

“It really is but… what does this have to do with the bra?”

“Ah, well since you can’t use it and Nancy doesn’t want it back, I thought we could leave it as an offering… here.”

“Who do you want to give it to?”

“Someone who died the same day that one of us was born.” He stated as he had already begun looking. She helped him and they passed the lines of headstones, checking each name for their respective birth and death dates. They wandered through a few plots until they found a secluded embankment. There was an older headstone with Neil’s birthday listed as the person’s death date.

“Here.” Neil pointed to the numbers on the stone and smiled up at her from the ground where he was crouched. She joined him on the ground and nodded. “Edgar Allen… that’s almost too weird. It must be a fake name. Edgar Allen? He just needs a ‘Poe.’”

She trailed her fingers over his name and nodded.

“So, how do we do this?”

“What, are you saying that you’ve never left an expensive bra at a dead person’s grave?” He joked and she almost laughed out loud when he put his hand over her mouth, shushing her with a smile.

“You’ll wake the dead.” He whispered and she smiled against his hand, her eyes boring into his. She hoped that her eyes were telling him what she wanted or how happy she was to be with him, even if it was in a fucking cementary. He removed his hand slowly and cleared his throat. Sweat coating his forehead, trapping a few strands of his longer dark hair.

“We, uh, let’s just drape it over the headstone.” He put the bra over the long rectangular top of the stone.

“We should say a few words.” She offered and cleared her throat quietly, “May I?” She glanced over at him. Neil was staring at her, his lips parted partly.

“Uh, er, yeah. Of course.” He sniffed and looked back at the headstone.

“Mr. Allen, we leave you this offering in hopes that you will bestow upon us the grace of your guidance and experience. Inspire us to be brave and forward with our… desires,” she couldn’t think of a better word, “Help us imagine ways of living our lives to the fullest.” She added. When she glanced over, Neil was nodding almost absentmindedly.

“Give us a little adventure in our lives, Edgar.” He clarified.

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement and they waited in silence for a few minutes, taking in the serene peacefulness of the graveyard.

“If this were a horror movie, we would be-” She broke the silence but the force of Neil’s body cut her off. He’d kissed her, his hands snaking behind her head and pulling her into an aggressive kiss. She pulled away breathlessly, he was panting too.

“What-” She started.

“I’m sorry, christ. I thought you were… sending me a signal.” He stumbled over his words.

“You thought I was asking you to make a move on top of someone’s grave?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow and he chuckled, embarrassed.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I just… oh I don’t know.” He trailed off and stood, putting his hands back into his pocket and turning away from the grave. She followed him quickly.

“What, Neil?” She stumbled after him, up the embankment. He spun around and held a hand against his head.

“I just… I thought that lately there was something different between us.” He looked away.

“Neil…” she frowned and fought the anger in her voice, “you just fucked someone last night. I don’t know if I should believe anything that you’re saying right now.” She crossed her arms across her chest and looked up at the sky.

“I, well we didn’t actually… have sex.” He mumbled.

“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrow.

“God, this is so fucking embarrassing,” he pulled down on his face and trilled his lips.

“What, what is it?” He nearly smiled, finding him too funny to take seriously.

“Well, she came into the store right before closing last night and put on this whole act about which movie to pick… kind of like the girl in the store today. I told her to pick Arsenic and Old Lace… yada yada yada, she ends up flirting and leaning over the counter, batting her eyelashes at me. I’ll admit that I succumbed to her but as soon as she got me on the couch, she started… eh slapping me and calling me a bad boy and look, I totally get kinks but it was a little too weird for me.”

“So what happened?” She encouraged him to go on and he looked back at her, his heart fluttering in his chest. He sighed and looked at his feet.

“We watched the movie and the whole time she wouldn’t stop talking, so she missed basically everything. And when the movie was over, she started kissing me and undressing herself. And when she got my pants down, I couldn’t get it up. So, that’s what happened.”

She gasped and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry. It isn’t funny, Neil,” she apologized but he shook his head. “Whatever, go ahead and laugh. I don’t know how it happened but I just wasn’t attracted to her. I don’t need a girl who’s a film geek like me but I can’t stand people who just talk through a movie or pay absolutely no attention to what’s happening. There’s not point in putting it on if you’re not going to pay attention. And not to mention she looked-” He cut himself off and chucked.

“What?” She waited for him to finish but he shook his head.

“It’s silly.” He sniffed.

“We’ve already gotten this far, you might as well tell me.”

He cocked his head, staring at her face in the faded light of the crescent moon. He inhaled deeply and told her, point blank.

“She looked like you,” he took another breath, “she looked like you but she was nothing like you. I realized that I was only humoring her because she looked like you and for some reason, my subconscious had tricked me into thinking she was you. And after that, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He watched her for her reaction and she exhaled shakily, not knowing how to respond.

“What happened after that?” She asked quietly.

“I told her that it wasn’t a good night and she packed up. In the heat of the moment, she must have forgotten her bra but look,” he took a step closer, “that doesn’t mean our relationship needs to change. It's not like I’m in love with you or obsessed, I just realized that the person that I was really attracted to this whole time has been you.” He looked down into her eyes. “I didn’t have time to explain it this morning and I knew how it looked so…” He shrugged, “I actually haven’t slept with anyone in weeks. Ever since you got the haircut actually, I guess I haven’t stopped thinking about you whether or not I was conscious of it.”

“Jonathan asked me out.” Was all she could think to say and Neil chuckled lightly.

“That’s a minor detail.”

“He’s one of your best friends.”

“And because he’s one of my best friends, he’ll understand why I’m doing this.”

“What if I don’t like you back?” She narrowed her eyes, wanting to stand her ground a little longer. He took one more step closer, their feet almost touching and he leaned over slightly, his breath brushing her forehead.

“Do you like me?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know,” she lied. He brushed his lips against hers.

“Do you want to find out?” He teased her and her breath caught, nearly choking her. She couldn’t speak from the nerves paralyzing her, so she just nodded. He rubbed his lips against her lips, not kissing her yet. She brushed her nose against the soft spot of skin below his nose and above his lip, standing on the balls of her feet. Her hands came up and stopped midair, unsure how or where to touch him. Turning his head slightly to the side he kissed her. His hands went from the top of her thighs to her waist and then up to her neck, which he held in place while he moved his head to kiss her. He stood still and reciprocated his slow kisses as best as she could. She put her hands on the outside of his and wrapped her fingers around each wrist. He sucked on her lip and she let her head fall back, giving him a better angle. She stumbled back a little and he caught her in his arms, his lips never skipping a beat as he sucked her and explored her.

“Are we going to fuck in a graveyard?” She panted, pulling herself away from his hungry mouth. Neil smiled and looked around at the deserted cemetery, empty with the exception of the dead. He shrugged.

“Do you think they’ll hold it against us? Haunt us for the rest of our lives?” She smiled.

“Are you kidding? They’re probably dying for a show.” He cracked himself up over his own pun and she rolled her eyes affectionately. She kissed him again before he could make another joke and pulled him into the alcove of a mausoleum. There was a stone casket beside the mausoleum and they stumbled over to it, wordlessly deciding to fuck against it. He pressed her back up against the cold stone which felt amazing in the humid summer air. He groped her breasts and she slid a hand down Neil’s chest below the waistband of his jeans. She reached her hand into his underwear and took a hold of his hard cock. She smiled against his lips.

“It obviously wasn’t a problem this time, was it?” She teased and he groaned, looking up at the sky.

“No, no, it wasn’t.” He laughed breathlessly as she rubbed her hand down his length, twisting her palm at the end. He went back to kissing her but broke off to whine and pant occasionally as she jerked him off. She pulled her hand back out and spat on it before returning it back into his pants. She fondled his balls and squeezed them, making him gasp against her lips. He reached a hand up her camisole and wrestled his hand beneath her bra. He was definitely a breast man.

She removed her hand from his pants and pulled his pelvis against her by looping her fingers through his belt loops. With his free hand, Neil unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly. She did the same for his jeans and turned around, sticking her butt against his hard crotch.

“Fuck…” Neil looked at her ass and felt himself get even harder. He pulled her back against him by holding her shoulder. He kissed her bare neck and carded his hands through her cropped hair. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered and she sighed softly. At that moment, she felt infinitely beautiful, so beautiful that it would last a lifetime. He pulled down his pants slightly and glanced around before bending her over again. She pulled down her jeans and rubbed her underwear against him like before. She held her hands flat against the stone casket monument and opened her mouth, nearly moaning in anticipation of Neil’s cock inside her. He slowly rolled down her underwear, the hipster style that covered her butt. They were white, ironically.

Exposing her ass, he moaned and reached around to her cunt and rubbed her clit.

“God, fuck me already, Neil.” She pleaded and he nodded.

“Are you wet enough? I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m soaking wet, Neil. Don’t worry about the condom. It’s ok with me.”

“Ok, ok.” He smiled and spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over her folds. Then he did it again, smearing his spit on his own cock. She gasped loudly when he pushed his tip inside her. He grabbed her hips and tried to stop himself from rutting into her.

“Fuck, go slow… you’re so big.” She whimpered and moaned as he slowly pushed further in. He gasped pitifully and resisted the urge to cum immediately like a schoolboy.

“Jesus, you feel so good.” He panted and watched as his cock went further inside her. She clutched her uterus, trying to allow him to enter her. He whined as she did so and gave a few tiny thrusts.

“Ah, ahh.” He moaned weakly and started to fuck her more regularly, feeling her walls begin to mold around him. “Oh fuck, its so good.” He pulled her hips against him with a harder thrust and she cried out softly, her hands sweating against the stone. As she became wetter, he slid in and out faster, hitting the bottom of her uterus each time.

“Jesus, Neil!” She moaned and pushed herself against him, wanting him further inside.

“I can’t go any farther, honey. You’re not big enough.” He whispered against her neck and continued to fuck her with the same primal sexuality as a dog in heat. She hummed to keep herself from screaming out.

“Fuck yes, this is so good.” He praised her and went faster, his pale legs shaking with pleasure. He felt like he was losing his virginity all over again, needing to come already and they had just started. He pulled out and spun her around to kiss her, his hand holding her chin up to reciprocate his kiss. He switched places with him and pushed him onto the ground where he was sitting on the grass. She kicked off her jeans and underwear, still in her shoes and socks and straddled him. He whimpered as she lowered herself onto him and sat completely on him. She shifted her hips back and forth, wanting him to stay completely inside her. His back was against the stone. When she started to feel her orgasm approaching he started to move up and down, snapping on top of his cock in quick movements that made them both cry out.

“Mmmm, fuck…” Neil panted and looked up at her, studying how her head fell back and her neck arched out towards him. He looked down and watched how her cunt took him, so wet that precum dribbled down his cock onto his pubic hair.

“Um, God, Neil, I’m gonna cum.” She panted and he smiled.

“Come here,” he wrapped his arms around her and turned her around again, laying her flat on her back on the grass and thrusted into her again. She gasped and clutched a handful of grass above her head. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and he sat on his knees, pulling her up to meet him. He fucked her hard and fast, pounding his pelvis against hers. The muscles in his butt clenched as he fucked her desperately. She covered her mouth and cried out in pleasure. She squirted but he continued to fuck her, chasing his own high.

“I’m so close.” He panted and ran his hand down her chin. She looked so beautiful below him, mouth still slightly agape in a pleasurable ‘O’ shape. “Fuck! Oh my God.” He cried and pulled out quickly so that he wouldn’t cum inside her. She rolled over and sucked him off, allowing him to fuck her throat weakly as he finally spilled him cum down her throat. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked the tip as he pulled out, panting like he had just run a race. He collapsed beside her on the ground and laughed in disbelief. She laughed too, covering her face with her hands.

“Fucking hell.” She laughed into her hands. “That was the best I ever had,” she admitted and he smiled proudly.

“Honestly it was mine too, and my first time in a cemetery, I’ll admit.”

“What, you’re saying to don’t fuck all your girlfriends here?” She teased and he shook his head, rolling it side to side on the ground. A pleasant silence settled between them as they caught their breath. She tried to ignore the fact that she mentioned girlfriends. Neil flopped his head to the side and watched her, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinked.

“Is that what you are now?” He asked.

“Am I what?”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He clarified with a small smirk.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” She laughed and looked away.

“No…” He rolled on top of her and kissed her all over her face, “this is my way of asking. Will… you… be… my… girlfriend?” He asked between feverish kisses. She giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, kissing him back. He slowed his kisses down and she pulled away with a happy sigh.

“I guess so.” She said finally and he raised his shoulder to his ears, looking around in childish glee.

“Oh, come on!” She pushed him playfully away and stood. He helped her change back into her clothes and they fixed their clothing. She combed through Neil’s hair with her fingers and nodded her approval. Neil looked down at his watch and nodded.

“The store opens in exactly seven hours, whatever will we do with our time?” He wrapped his arms around her, clamping her arms against her sides and kissing her neck.

“I have an idea.” She smiled around his kisses.

“What?”

“Take me home.”

“What if you’re a serial killer?” He faked a sense of suspicion.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to find out.” She teased and kissed him deeply, her index finger pressed against the hollow of his cheek.

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glittter-vamp · 1 year

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Vodka Sodas| J.B

Warnings: Drunk Joe. Some cussing. Fluffy. Kissing. Break ups. Just something short, fun and silly since I haven't updated OIFL this week.

NOT MY GIF

The club you were in was booming with loud music and crowded with people. Thankfully, courtesy to your good friend Joe, you were able to sit in VIP. "I don't think I've ever seen Joe this drunk before..." Your friend Lana says over the loud music. You look over to Joe who was taking another shot with his friends and doing his famous finger gun dance. Poor guy had the rhythm of a tree branch. "I think he's going through something." You shrug. "Well one of the guys just told me he claimed he was a single man, so maybe that." Lana says. You wondered if that was true, Joe hadn't said anything about breaking up with his long term girlfriend Chelsea but that would explain why he's even out at a club in the first place and invited all his friends and she's no where to be seen.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, do you need to go?" You ask Lana over the music. "No, I can go with you though!" She says. "That's okay, it's right there!" You shake your head pointing at where the bathrooms were which were fairly close to the vip sections. She holds your drink and make your way past everyone to the bathroom when you feel a hand tug on your arm. You turn to see Joe. "You're leaving?!" He asks looking shocked and you laugh. "Bathroom!!" You say back. "I'll go with you." He says and you just nod. He followed you through the crowd of people holding onto your hip which you didn't really mind but felt a bit weird about it only because you weren't sure about if him being single was true and you two were just friends. You two make it to the bathrooms going your separate ways and once you were done and came Bach out Joe was leaning against the wall waiting for you. "You didn't have to wait." You chuckle at him. "People are weird, better than safe than sorry." He shrugs. His eyes hanging low, signaling that he was very inebriated. "You doing okay? You're not much of a club or drink person especially when there's nothing to celebrate." You ask him before hearing back out to the hundreds of people and loud music. "Yeah, just wanted to hang out with everyone.! Was tired of being home all the time." He says grabbing your hand and taking you back to the VIP section. "Take a shot with me!" Joe says over the loud music and you agree. He hands you what you were assuming was tequila and did a quick cheers before throwing the strong liquid down your throat.

The night continues on like that, you end up stopping at one point but Joe sort of just kept going. Even the guys had tapped out. We shut the club down and Joe was tremendously inebriated. Running into people as he left the club and getting agitated as if it wasn't his fault. "Hush! C'mon the car is over here!" You tell Joe as he snapped at some stranger that he ran into. Everyone left in their own cars, saying goodbye. "You think he's gonna be able to make it home alone okay?" His friend and teammate Tee asks me as he helps me get Joe in the SUV. "Uh, I might just take him to mine, he's to drunk to be left alone." You say to him. "You sure?" He asks. "Yeah, I got it." You nod. "Bye girl, good luck and lay him on his side!" Lana says hugging me. "Aye man, Y/N here is gonna take you to her place, listen to her!" Tee says to Joe who was completely blasted. "We're having a sleepover?!" Joe says excitedly to you and you snort. "Have fun with that." Tee says as you get into the car next to Joe and Tee closes the door waving at you too.

"Where to miss?" The driver asks. "Another club!! I'm ready for another Vodka Soda!" Joe says rather loudly and you shush him. "I'm so sorry about my friend here." You say to the driver who was chuckling. "Psh, I'm not." Joe says and you roll your eyes at him. You give the driver your address and he starts to drive. "Where are we going?" Joe asks looking over at you as you text Lana about how drunk Joe was. "My house." You say and he gasp. "So we are having a sleepover, nice!" He says grinning, his eyes crinkling. "Do you even have your house keys on you?" You ask him and he starts patting his pockets. "Oops, guess I'm fucked!" Joe giggles and you shake your head. "That's something we'll deal with when you're not drunk." You sigh. "I'm not drunk, I'm tipsy" Joe argues back all defensive. "Whatever you sat just chill out until we get home." You say to him and he sighs. "You chill out." He says under his breath mimicking you like a child. This was going to be a long night.

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"Okay, nope! Over here!" You say as you pull Joe away from the wrong front door. After an annoying car ride of Joe asking the poor driver a million questions about being a driver for a living you finally made it to your town home. "How do you even know which door is yours?!" Joe asks looking around at the other homes. "Well for starters, I'm not drunk- I'm tipsy!" Joe says back and you sigh opening the door. and leading him inside where he proceeded to lose his balance and knock down your coat hanger. 'Shit, my bad." Joe says trying to pick it up. 'That's okay, I'll get it later. Let's get you on the couch." You say helping him towards the couch. He completely let's himself fall on the couch and you go over to to kitchen to get him water. "Wait! Where'd you go?" JOe sits up looking around for you. "I'm getting you another drink." You say. "Awesome, one vodka soda. You know how I like it." He say laying back down and you chuckle. You had never seen this man this wasted before. He went just a bit too hard tonight. You get him some lemon water to mask the fact that it was indeed not a vodka soda.

"Here, come on chug it! I know you can do it!" You say to Joe who was half asleep on the couch. he sits up and smiles at you a toothy grin. His eyes sitting low and his face red. Joe listens to you and stops mid way. "This doesn't taste like a vodka soda." He shakes his head. "That's cause you have drunk tongue, there's more vodka in there than anything." You lie. "Oh." Joe says before he finishes the drink and hands it back to you. "I knew you could do it!" You smile taking the cup. "I'm Joey B, never underestimate me." He says making you laugh. "Alright... well Joey B it's time for bed." You say to him and he looks at you confused. "Nah, too early." He shakes his head. "It's almost 3AM sir, I'm tired and you look tired too." You say to him and he huffs. "Fiiiine, you're such a grandma." He says getting up from the couch and wobbling to the side a bit. "C'mon, follow me." You say grabbing his arm again and pulling him to the guest room.

You turn the light on and walk him over to the bed where he lays down on his back with a smirk on his face. "Can you help me take my pants off?" Joe asks, his voice raspy all of a sudden. "I'm sure you can take care of that yourself." You laugh. "Please, I can't sleep in jeans and my arms feel heavy." He whines like a child and you roll your eyes. " I'll pull, you push them off." You say grabbing his ankle about to take his sock off. "No! The socks stay on." Joe says and you look at him confused. "Anything else King Joseph? Jeez!" You scoff pulling the ends of his skinny jeans off as he shimmy's out of them. "Dude, you gotta let the skinny jeans go. It's 2023!" You laugh taking one leg out. "Absolutely not, I've been told my ass looks great in them. I can't take that away from the people." he says as he lays on his side and you take off his jeans and throw them on the chair that was in the room. "What people?" You laugh. "My fans! The people! They call me thick with three C's as a matter of fact!" Joe says as he starts to doze of. "If you say so, goodnight Joe." You shake your head giving him one last look and shutting the lights off and leaving the door ajar and hearing his snores. You make sure the front door is locked and set the alarm before finding Joe's phone on the floor in the living room. You leave his phone on the kitchen counter and shut all the lights off before heading to your bedroom where you finally undress and take a nice shower. After your shower you get into bed and immediately doze off exhausted from tonight's events.

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At around 5am you heard a noise that woke you up. Looking at your bedroom door still half asleep you see it open and it reveals a still half asleep, half drunk Joe. "Joe? Everything okay? Did you need the bathroom?" You sit up turning the lights next to your bed on. He shakes his head no. He was out of shirt now and only in his underwear and socks. "Did you throw up?" You ask sitting up and he shakes his head no. He resembled a child right now. "What's wrong?" You ask. "Didn't wanna sleep alone." He says lowly. It kind of broke your heart hearing that. He was definitely going through something. "Hop in." You say throwing your comforter to the side and patting the empty space next to you. Without hesitation Joe get's in and pulls the cover up to his chin, looking up at you and giving you a small smile. He looked adorable. This over 6 foot tall muscular man who got ran into by other huge men for a living was an actual cupcake. You turn the lights back off and get back into bed.

After a moment of silence you speak up. "Are you okay?" You ask Joe as you two lay in complete darkness. "Not really, Chelsea dumped me." Joe says. "I'm sorry... that must be really tough. I knew how much you liked her." You say. "I was the one that fucked up." Joe says. "Oh?" You say confused. "I confessed to her that I had feelings for someone else one night. I couldn't take pretending she was the one for me." Joe says. "Then why the heavy drinking tonight? Guilt?" You ask. "No...I know the girl I like doesn't like me back." He says sounding sad. "Have you talked to her?" You ask. "Nope. I just know." He says and you turn to him seeing his silhouette thanks to the moonlight coming into the room from outside. "Is she in a relationship?" I ask. "Not that I know of, if she is...her boyfriend would probably be really mad right now that she's laying in bed with her guy friend." Joe says and you felt your heart sink hearing that. "Joe- Don't. I can't take you rejecting me right now, I'm still drunk." He says and you can't help but snort. "I'm not rejecting you. I just don't understand why you would get this drunk over me? You were a drink away from blacking out." You shake your head. "I thought that liquid courage would help with confessing my feelings and then I started to convince myself halfway through that you could do better than me. You looked so perfect tonight, I was just going to embarrass myself." Joe says. "Well, you're wrong and I might have feelings for you too." You say biting your lip nervous of what was currently happening. "Don't say that just to make me feel better. Y/N" Joe says. "I'm not, when have I ever lied to you?" You ask. "That vodka soda." Joe says making you laugh. "Okay... other than trying to prevent you from having alcohol poisoning. Why wouldn't I like you? You've been nothing but the sweetest guy ever to me since the first day I met you, you're funny, you're smart, you care about others, you're true to yourself andddd... you're incredibly good looking." You say hearing him chuckle.

"So... what now?" Joe asks. "Well, we should get some sleep but we can figure things out in the morning if your hangover isn't too bad." You giggle. "I hope you have Gatorade." Joe says wrapping his arm around you. "I don't, but I'll get you some in the morning while you're sleeping in." You say running your fingers through his hair as he settles his head on the crook of your neck. "You smell good." He mutters into your neck. "And you smell like a bar." You say both of you laughing. Joe then leans in for a sweet kiss, ignoring the fact that he smelled like liquor. "You lost your house keys by the way." You say once pulling apart and now that he was a bit sober. Joe groans in annoyance letting his head lie back down where it was, letting sleep take over the both of you.

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leviathanspain · 8 months

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he’s got that fire

doctor strange x reader

synopsis: you have an unusual relationship with your mentor/boss, and when he asks you to be his date to an important awards ceremony, you can’t help but relish in his fire

a/n: stephen strange is so lana del rey coded omff, so heavy sad girl vibes. i haven’t proofread and it’s longer than any of my usual works i think.

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he always told you how much of a gift it was for him to choose you. it was always like that, he chose you, like some god. that he had made your life better by choosing to be in it. he repeated that to you whenever you became ‘insubordinate’.

you never really argued though. you knew that it wasn’t ever the right thing to do, especially with someone so arrogant, you’d be wasting a breath and your career if you did so.

but you learned to live with his narcissism, he was the best surgeon in new york, and arguably in the states. his credentials are why you’ve never argued back.

this day was not any different.

“i said that we should do the shunt.” stephen stared at the films. he was cross, had been since the morning and was now profoundly irritated but hadn’t stated why.

“you’ll kill him. think about it, what if we do another approach in a few days? give him enough recovery time so that when you actually do the surgery, he won’t die on the table.” you explained your decision, but stephen had already stopped listening. he was shaking his head, clearly none of this was going as he wanted.

“stephen-“ you closed your eyes, already preparing to apologize for undermining him, when he shushed you. “i-“ you scoffed but didn’t say anything else.

“we’ll do it tomorrow. it’ll be the first surgery of the day, i want it to go well.” he recycled your idea, and turned around with a nod, “get me dr. palmer. i want her to be in there.” he demanded.

you looked up from your notepad and raised your eyebrows, “you don’t want me in there?” you were his student, his resident, you were assigned to scrub in on all his surgeries-

“no. i want dr. palmer. that is final.” he stalked over to the door, pulling it open and letting it shut behind him without another word.

you couldn’t lie and say you were disappointed. you had hoped that after last night, that you and stephen had finally come to an understanding. but this had just proved that he wasn’t capable of listening. and that he was still hopelessly in love with christine.

“dr. l/n.” a nurse had stopped you as you walked around, moping about stephen kicking you off the surgery. she handed you some papers, “dr. strange has requested you in his office. and he needs to sign these papers for the patient in 203.” she smiled thinly, clearly making you do part of her job.

you shoved the papers back, and stalked off.

you had swiped a salad on your way to his office. you had learned from the first few times that stephen requesting you in his office was like attending a lecture, all about him. and you wouldn’t starve if you were going to be stuck there.

you knocked on the door once before pushing it open. stephen was sitting at his desk, an untouched piece of salmon and greens was in front of him. he didn’t even look up when you walked in.

“what’s up?” you set your salad down, including some of your patient files. you took the chair opposite of his, and cracked open your salad.

“i hate it when you speak like that.” his eyes remained glued to his computer screen.

you looked up, rolling your eyes, “one of the nurses said you requested me? might i inquire why or are we just going to stare at each other and pretend like last night didn’t happen?” you were angry.

he could tell.

your voice shook with a twinge of rage that only he could be the reason behind. it was always the same twinge, it was the same twinge earlier when he had requested christine for the surgery.

his eyes broke away from the screen for the first time since you had walked in. he stared at you, as if trying to calculate this moment in his head. he paused, silence taking the both of you as he stared into your eyes.

“i- i didn’t want to have to do this-“ stephen sighed, “we’re at work. when we’re working, i’m your boss, you are my resident. we can talk about us, later.” he sounded so professional that if you didn’t know him so well, you’d probably throw yourself on the floor and beg for forgiveness.

“just tell me why you picked her over me. that’s all i want to know.” you challenged, your eyes boring into his.

stephen scoffed, “i chose dr. palmer because she is a more experienced surgeon than you. you would just-“

“fuck it up?” you finished his sentence and rolled your eyes, “if you don’t have faith in me than that is a reflection on your abilities as a teacher, as my mentor.”

“no it is not. because if you actually did what you were told, you would be on your way to making an incredible surgeon. but you aren’t. you’d be mediocre at best.” his words cut hard. he hadn’t blinked, and you didn’t dare to look away.

it was weakness to look away. you had to be able to continue to stare him down, if he was going to listen to you.

“i do exactly as i am told. last night was the perfect example of that, wasn’t it, doctor?” you raised your eyebrows and incredibly, stephen broke the eye contact.

“get out.” he returned his gaze to the computer screen and you were taken aback.

“what-“

“i said get out. get your shit, and get the fuck out of my office.” stephen didn’t hesitate to yell at you, which made you want to cringe.

you stood up, sighing as you collected your things, you had almost made it out when you stopped, hand lingering on the doorknob, “this is why christine left you. you’re a fucking asshole, and no one will ever love you.” he had turned, but you had already left before he could yell anymore.

you knew you shouldn’t have slept with your boss. clearly, as you sat at home instead of scrubbing in on a surgery, that it wasn’t working out well.

you had left the hospital after your little outburst with stephen. your pager kept going off, but you had ignored it since they were all from, unsurprisingly, stephen. you tossed and turned in your bed, not having the energy to do anything else.

he had ruined you. he had ruined you from the moment you had entered the program.

but yesterday, he had really ruined you. he ruined whatever perfect balance the two of you had. you knew him, and he knew you, but now you were too involved, too emotionally attached.

you couldn’t even curb your jealously. it wasn’t about your abilities or her abilities, it was the fact that he wanted his ex-girlfriend to scrub in with him, and not you.

stephen stared at the wall. he had been staring at it since you left. assumingely, you had gone home. all of his pages went unanswered, and he knew that he had really, really fucked up.

there was a knock at the door and stephen turned, “come in.” he had hoped it was you, but he never had to welcome you in. you’d always just waltz in, carrying food and random case notes.

“i’ve been looking for your resident all day. i heard she’s the expert on the case?” dr. palmer had graced his office for the first time in a long time. stephen didn’t have the best poker face when it came to surprises, and he couldn’t hide this one.

“uh-“ he laughed slightly, blinking as he focused on her, “yeah she wasn’t feeling well today. she might’ve gone home but the case is at the nurses station.” he didn’t smile, he never did at her anymore.

christine nodded, “hey, stephen.. why did you ask me to scrub in with you? if you already have a perfectly capable resident-“

stephen shook his head, “i- i just wanted you there. i don’t know why- but,” he shrugged, “i cant trust residents, can i?”

christine laughed awkwardly, her attempt at trying to get out of this was already shot to the ground, so she just exited.

you wanted to quit. you had spent all night practicing how you’d do it. you were going to go to his office, set the resignation letter down on his desk and walk out without saying anything.

but you couldn’t even gather the courage to print your letter out. you had left the paper jammed in your printer, half inked, as you left to go to work.

“good morning.” stephen greeted you at the nurses station. it was time for the early mornings rounds. you nodded, but didn’t say anything as you walked off.

stephen chose to ignore the fact that you ignored him, and walked after you, “i am going to need any and all case notes on that patient today.”

you scoffed, “why? you never read any of my notes.” which was true. he always thought your notes were just annoying little scribbles.

“they’re for dr. palmer. she requested that she get any notes relevant to the surgery today.” he responded.

“oh, okay. i’ll drop it off at your office along with all the respect i have for you.” and you turned a corner, leaving him in the dust for rounds.

you were sitting in the cafeteria, head in your hands over your tray of food, you hadn’t even noticed the people gathering around your table.

“dude- long time no see.” you looked up to see one of your old friends that you had met during your internship, thalia. before all of this, before him.

you smiled, a real one in a long time, “we’re residents. we’re lucky if we even have clean underwear.” you joked. she smiled, “i heard you’ve been working closely with dr. strange. how is it? he’s got the hands of a god, you know.”

you blinked, almost happy to be able to get through a conversation that wasn’t plagued by stephen strange.

you blinked, hesitating with your words until it all came spilling out. “we slept together. multiple times.”

thalia’s jaw fell, practically hit the floor as she stared at you in disbelief.

“and we’re fighting right now so i’d really love it if we could just move on-“

“dr. l/n.” you turned at the sound of that voice, abruptly ending your conversation with your friend, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face to see stephen standing in front of you.

he never came to the cafeteria. he was always too good for it, and it was evident that even just his presence was shocking enough. all other conversations seemed to quiet down to complete silence.

“stephen-“

“you’re scrubbing in. dr. palmer has another surgery that will run late so-“

you nodded, “understood.”

your unwillingness to say anything more was evident, and stephen would not open that can of shit right in the middle of the cafeteria for all the underachievers to hear.

he nodded, leaving as quickly as he came.

you stared at his hands moving gracefully in the patient. he was a god, it was clear in his work, that’s why he was the way he was.

“suction.” you immediately brought down the tube in your hands, sucking at whatever he pointed at.

his glove caught on the tube, the air trying to suck up his finger. he pulled back, just as you pulled the tube away.

“oh my go-“ you stared at the tube, and turned back to stephen. he raised his eyebrows just as you dipped your head back to laugh.

stephen looked around at the rest of the staff but didn’t say anything as you finished laughing by yourself.

you let out a sigh, your laugh turned into a quiet chuckle, even as you met his eyes, you still couldn’t stifle it.

“i’m sorry.” you apologized, “that was unprofessional and it won’t happen again.” you blinked, head bowed as you waited.

but stephen didn’t say anything, he looked up to stare at you once before going back to work.

stephen asked you to meet him in his office after the surgery. you had to practically throw yourself up each step to get to his office, exhaustion weighing heavy on your bones.

you didn’t even bother to knock this time, you just pushed the door open and dragged yourself in. stephen was sitting at his desk, but he had the case files in his hands.

he looked up once he saw you, and you took a seat across his desk. “you wanted to see me?”

stephen nodded, throwing down the case files, “this is good stuff.”

you blinked. hardly did stephen ever freely give compliments. you had thought you were the worst resident until he had called you “okay” once during an assistive surgery. another surgeon had said that meant you were good.

clearly stephen knew what you were thinking, and he grimaced, “christine suggested i read them.” you hummed in acknowledgment, “and she also told me to apologize.”

you looked at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

“i am sorry for not calling you, or texting you after..” he mumbled off, “and im sorry for kicking you out of my office, it was rude and i am so-“ he faltered and you sighed, standing up.

he watched as you strode over to his side of the desk, hips swaying in your tight scrub pants. your hand gripped the leather of his desk chair, pulling it back as you positioned yourself on his lap.

stephen watched you carefully, watched as you dragged a finger across his cheek, smiling coyly, “i accept your apology, stephen.” you hummed again, “and i am sorry for what i said.”

stephen held your hips, his large hands tightening around them so you wouldn’t fall. “it’s okay. it’s okay.” he assured you, hands moving to caress your neck, he planted a kiss on your collarbone, just underneath your scrub top.

you shivered at the contact, but you were eager for more. stephen was hardly affectionate, especially at work. it made you wonder how it all even happened in the first place, as he was always so clipped with you.

stephen kissed your neck, sucking hard on the skin that you were sure they’d bruise.

“come away with me.” he whispered, “put on a slutty little dress and come away with me tonight.” he gripped hard on your hips, and you laughed, “what? where?” you were surprised he hadn’t mentioned anything about a trip to you.

“i was nominated for an award in california. the ceremony is tonight and i was hoping that you would accompany me.” he didn’t smile, but there was a hint of one.

“publicly?” you drew your brows together, hand on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes.

“well- people would only assume that we work together. but yes, publicly.” he nodded, and you felt your stomach drop to your ass.

“uh-“ you scoffed, “yeah. sure, i’ll go.” you couldn’t hide your hesitation. the last person that stephen ‘worked’ with was christine, and people would notice.

stephen nodded, “okay. i’ll see you tonight, kid.” his lips brushed past yours as he planted a kiss on your cheek. “tease.” you commented, gripping his shoulder as you hopped off his lap.

“i’m the tease?” he grabbed your wrist and you looked at the tent in his pants. a laugh escaped you, even as you strutted out of his office.

waiting was unbearable. you found yourself glancing over to the clock hoping hours would roll by until it finally did, and you were gathering your things to head home and prepare.

stephen said that he had arranged a private flight to california, and that he and a driver would be at your apartment by 8.

“are you out of here?” thalia, standing at the end of the hallway, broke you out of your thoughts, “i heard you’re going with strange to that ceremony?” you nodded, as you met her at the end, you couldn’t hide your smile.

she nudged you, smiling, “aw im so happy for you. especially after we all thought dr. palmer would go with him.”

your smile fell immediately and you stepped back, “what? why would you think that?”

thalia shrugged, “because he asked her. i heard them in the attendings lounge, when i had gone to find my-“ she continued to ramble on but you had stopped listening. you walked past her and slammed the double doors open. she called your name, but you were already in the wind.

all you could do was practically run out of the hospital, dashing past the front desk and out the doors. you panted, feeling the ache of a sob in your chest. you walked now, breaking down in tears on the way to your car.

how could he have asked her, before he asked you?

you realized you couldn’t go home now. stephen would be there soon to pick you up, to take you to an event that you weren’t supposed to be at.

stephen paced the apartment lobby. your doorman said that he hadn’t seen you since the previous morning. your car hadn’t been parked in its designated spot either, evident of your absence.

“fuck..” stephen muttered, his fingers breezing on the screen as he tried to call you. thing was, you always called him, never the other way around so he couldn’t remember the numbers to even dial.

he scrolled through his call list but it was a sea of unknown numbers, and stephen didn’t remember the last time you called.

stephen walked back up to the doorman, “can i go look in her apartment?” the doorman raised his eyebrows and stephen sighed, “i’m her bo-“ he paused, unsure of what to call himself, he grimaced, “i am her colleague. i just-“

the doorman nodded, there was a look on his face as he looked at stephen up and down, “yeah..i know who you are.” as he spoke stephen realized that it was disdain that this doorman held for him.

but as the doorman let stephen up, he didn’t even care how you talked about him, it was that you talked about him at all.

the apartment was messy. of course it was. you were a fifth year resident who clocked in more hours at the hospital than all the combined time spent at home. but it wasn’t dirty messy, it was a barely moved in, hadn’t had time to unpack messy. the stack of broken down boxes in the corner was evident. he pursed his lips at the sight, but continued in.

your bedroom was close, he could see the edge of a mattress through a cracked door. it was barren, besides the bed and dresser, it was filled with packing peanuts and a box of hospital scrubs. he hummed, stepping out and deciding to check out the next room.

he pushed the door open, revealing a very organized office space. there was a long desk along the wall, a chalk board took up the entirety of another wall, medical scrawl was all over it. pictures of anatomy were hung up, including unknown jars of specimen.

stephen was more than intrigued, he was impressed. the rest of your apartment was messy, barely lived in, but your work was your life, and your office was clear of that.

he trailed towards the desk, a dim light shone from your desktop, and he nudged the computer mouse to turn it on.

dear stephen,

i am writing to formally tender my resignation as a fifth year resident under your tutelage…

there was a mix of worry in his mind that he hadn’t felt in a long time. the rest of the letter was just professional bullshit on your decision to leave him. you weren’t leaving the hospital, you were leaving him.

but he had to get the truth.

it had been hours since the award ceremony. hours since it would’ve started at least, looking at the clock, you knew that it was time to return home.

stephen probably didn’t even make it to your house, since you hadn’t received a single call. the area you had gone to, outside of the city, still got decent cell service, so you knew he didn’t even try.

you no longer felt the rage of being overlooked in your career and in your relationship, all you felt was the regret of believing him. you tightly gripped your steering wheel, and silently drove back home.

stephen waited silently. he had looked through your pantry, trying to find something to snack on until your arrival; he knew he’d be there all night.

but didn’t take anything, deciding that he wasn’t even hungry, just restless and angry, and as soon as he heard keys jingle at the door, he stood up.

“stephen.” you were breathless, your hand was clutching hard on your doorknob as your bag hit the floor. it landed upright, but you pushed it to the side with your foot. stephen didn’t move, watching as you cautiously stepped forward.

“what- what are you doing here?” you swallowed thickly, hands feeling clammy against the rough fabric of your hospital scrubs. you looked at him up and down, eyes lingering on his sharp suit, hands positioned at his side. “i’ve been waiting for you.”

you nodded, “i’m sorry if you missed the award-“ you felt your voice shake, afraid of how this confrontation would proceed. you kept your eyes glued to the floor, afraid to look again into his striking face.

“you think this is about that?” he scoffed incredulously, his eyes narrowing at you. you could just feel the edge in his voice, it was the same edge that had haunted you nearly all of your residency.

he took your silence for shame, and continued, “i found your letter. when were you planning to hand it in? hmm? after you assisted on a major surgery or after i was presented with an award with you by my side-“ it was your turn to scoff. you looked up, walking towards him at a speed that had you now nose to nose.

“you think that i’m proud of being second choice?” your voice broke, and you sighed, knowing just exactly how this would end. stephen’s face fell, and he looked speechless at your emotion.

you inhaled a breath, trying to calm yourself down as you fought to say your piece. “i- i had to hear from thalia, of all people, that you had originally asked christine to be your date tonight.” you felt a tear fall down your cheek, “you come in here, into my apartment, look through my things and accuse me of what? riding your success?” you spat, your voice still wavered, but you carried on, “i’ve had to be second to the greatest love of your life. and i will not continue to be.” you sniffled, looking at stephen right in the eye, “i quit. i don’t ever want to see you or that fucking hospital again.”

stephen was absolutely wordless. he didn’t even know what to do with it, and as he watched you strut down the hallway to your bedroom, he found himself following you.

you sniffled, and noticed he was right on your trail, “get out, stephen. get-“

he stayed firmly planted, and instead raised his eyebrows, “christine is not the greatest love of my life- i thought she was.” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear his speech, “until i met you. and i’ve been selfish. i’ve been keeping you from your potential. so you should quit, be a better surgeon under someone who-“ he faltered, and his features softened, “who doesn’t love you.”

you felt your face get hot as you tried to speak. stephen strange just told you he loved you…

“it’s okay.” he stepped forward and you found yourself stepping into his embrace. he kissed your forehead, “it’s okay.” he repeated, assuring that it in fact, was okay.

as bittersweet the moment was, you had to release all of the truth, even if you knew it would only hurt him more.

“i love you, too.” you whispered, hands gathering up his suit fabric, gripping it tightly you didn’t want to let go. but he didn’t say anything, the two of you continued to hug until you practically fell asleep in his arms.

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fan-goddess · 7 months

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aaah I’m so excited for your kinktober fics! Could I request Billy Washington and public sex + getting caught?? I’m thinking maybe they’re in the pub, too worked up to make it home and tries to do the nasty outside in the alley but get caught?? Feel free to change it if you’d like another direction! 🫶💞 - @adragonprinceswhore

Authors Note: So sorry for accident deleting the first time. I hate tumblrs writing thing. Still, I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: P in v sex, public sex, they get caught,

Taglist: @adragonprinceswhore, @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat,

The pub had practically been dead for a while now. The only people still here and drinking being you, billy and his mates, as-well as some other much older men who were much too busy watching the football on the telly to care about anything else.

From what you had heard of the men’s conversation when they shouted at the poor barmaid, it was an important match between Liverpool and Man City what made them kick up such a fuss with her.

However, much to your relief, Billy wasn’t that keen on watching the match play out. He was only keen on watching you.

The nice top you had on was new. One that Billy hadn’t seen yet. But by the way his eyes widened and his mouth hung open in shock when you walked from your shared room saying it was time to meet up with his mates at the pub, you certainly guessed he approved of it wholeheartedly.

Billy approved of it so much it seemed, that his hand hadn’t stopped trying to sneak up your skirt the entire time you’d been sat down.

“Please Billy, will you behave!” You whispered as you frustratedly turned to him, taking his hand which had successfully managed to get to your upper thigh in your own, and forcing it to lay between the two of you.

“It’s not my fault your bloody tits are spilling out and making it hard for me to concentrate!” He hissed back, motioning to your chest in demonstration, leaving you to hit him slightly on his chest with the back of your hand for his indecency, smiling politely when one of his mates turned around to look at the two of you.

“Might I remind you we’re in public?”

“Might I remind you that your tits look fucking fantastic? I can’t help my boner!” He said.

Still, you attempted to ignore him. Thinking Billy would realise the situation the two of you were in the fact it couldn’t happen given where the two of you were.

Only he didn’t stop. Billy Washington, the man you’re currently hating to love, successfully managed to put his hand up your skirt four times. With each successfull feel riling you up more and more in the worst way possible. By the fifth, you were half tempted to actually fully let him cop a feel of you, given how much he’d managed to affect you in somehow less than around an hour and a half.

The match the elder men had insisted on being put on in place of some random episode of pointless had reached half time, and you were all but ready to take advantage of Billy’s mates interest in the game to drag Billy away somewhere and have your way with him.

Yet it seems you don’t have to, as Billy’s satisfied grin seems to speak for itself.

“Oh shush!” You whisper. “Tell your mates something came up and we need to leave!”

“Oh? And why would I do that? Is there something we need to do?”

“I need you to fuck me soon or I’ll go fucking insane. That’s what we need to do.” It’s blunt as hell, but definitely effective. Billy’s eyes seem to widen and simultaneously darken with want at the sound of your words.

“Sorry mates Lana’s just texted me! Says she needs my help with something important! See you on Sunday for football though yeah?” Billy quickly says, not even giving any of the lads any time to actually answer before he’s grabbing ahold of your wrist and dragging you out the door.

If you’d have stuck around for a minute, you’d have seen the amused looks of the boys as they exclaim about how Billy’s phones been dead since this morning.

Still, the only thing the two of you are thinking about it looking for a good place to shag. Which much to your slight horror and to Billy’s delight, is the alley literally behind the pub.

“We can’t do it here!” You hiss as Billy pushes you against the hard brick wall. “I’m gonna get some fucking disease!”

“But no one will be out here! And you know I can’t resist you!” Billy smiles as he bites and sucks at the skin of your cleavage. Every time his teeth sink into you, the grip on his hair tightens and a small broken noise of pleasure gets released to the open air.

“You’re so insatiable!” You giggle, guiding his head to yours to lock lips with him, the wet sounds of your kissing echoing on the empty ally.

You blindly move to undo Billy’s belt and trousers, giggling slightly when you need have to force yourself away from him to see what you need to do to release his cock from its denim restraints.

When though Billy’s trousers and pants are down enough and you’ve moved your underwear to the side, Billy wastes no time in quickly thrusting himself inside of you and groaning at the feeling of you gripping him.

“Always so fucking good…” Billy groans against your lips as he begins to thrust.

“So are you baby…” You say, grinning slightly at the way he preens at the unfamiliar compliment.

It’s surprisingly soft the moment, considering what it was the two of you were doing and where it was happening. Yet it doesn’t seem to stop either of you.

Billy’s hands are methodical in how they pleasure you. With one hand trailing down to touch your clit with feather like precision that you have no idea where he learnt, and the other trailing upwards to carefully squeeze and play with your confined tits. Overall, he somehow made you feel similar to something baking in an oven. Slowly rising and rising with the heat of it all. And you always loved it.

“Oh fuck” You whine as Billy’s cock manages to caress your sweet spot.

The sound of your voice draws Billy’s attention away from the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock, and when he looks at your face he feels his breath shallow. The sight of your pleasure stained face so eager for him makes him want to cum there and then.

“So fucking good! Fuck so fucking perfect!” You whine, as you kiss Billy once more, the sight of his preening face making it way to hard not too.

It’s too many sensations at once, as your sweet spot gets bullied by the head of Billy’s cock as he manages to somehow hit it every time, even as he goes soft and slow for you, and there’s the feeling of his thumb trailing small shapes on your clit. Let’s not forget his swollen lips making you feel like you were in heaven as you mind slowly begins to go fuzzy at the corners, or Billy’s other hand that pinches and squeezes at your confined breasts.

It was like there was this sort of bubble surrounding the two of you find yourself cumming hard on Billy’s cock, that of course triggers his orgasm too, the feel of him filling you making your head slightly spin. Yet all bubbles break sometime...

“Mate what the actual fuck?” A sudden voice shouts.

There it is, the sound of the bubble breaking into a million pieces.

The two of you quickly turn to see where the sudden noise came from, and it’s to your utter relief when you realise the two of you weren’t naked. Still, there’s so much embarrassment and shame on the both of your faces for being caught, Billy’s especially, that it’s smothered almost instantly.

It takes a couple of seconds for you to realise who exactly caught you, but when you realise it’s one of Billy’s mates you can’t for the life of you remember the name of, you turn to Billy with a pleading look for help.

“Can you bugger off and forget this ever happened mate? Please?” Billy pleads. Much to your amusement, he can’t seem to meet his mates stare in the eye, only looking at the hard concrete by his feet.

“Sure sure mate I won’t tell a soul!” The man says, mimicking a padlock on his lips before beginning to walk away with a grin smeared on his lips.

When you and Billy turn to each other again, you can’t help yourself from pecking his lips before moving to try and get yourself looking presentable. A strange sort of silence only interrupted by the sounds of the London streets that occurred every so often.

“We’re never going that again, are we?”

“Never say never baby…”

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mrhowells · 10 months

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Smallville 4x22

Can't say I feel sorry for Genevieve bc that woman was nasty but Lana just got another thing added to the huge pile of trauma she already had😬

oh hey Lex, so what happened here was-

bunnyyyyy💕

"I had this one last week, really scary. This... guy wearing a red cape." "Wow, that sounds horrible Lois."

I can't do this they're so?????

STOP HAVING EYE SEX IN FRONT OF THE PARENTS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

I'mskSJkslKSL Jonathan's face kills me

Mr. and Mrs. Kent, I just wanted to say thanks for everything. You guys are like the Mom and Dad I've always wanted to have.

Lois bby🥺😭😭

"Lois, we want you to know that you are welcome back here any time."

"Actually-" "We'll all miss you, Lois."

SHUSH Clark, we're having a moment here😭

blushing kicking my feet

"Oh, come on Clark, your future is laid out right in front of you. You're gonna go to community college, major in agriculture, probably minor in law enforcement. And then you and Lana are gonna have a nice little church wedding."

I can't😭

He's such a menace around her it's EVERYTHING

"Even if I could spell, the last thing I'd wanna do is spend my time in a newsroom. With my luck, I'd probably end up across the desk from the most bumbling reporter on the masthead."

OMFGSAHSAJDKHA

so much eye contact I'm going insane

If you hear faint screaming in the distance, that's me I'm losing it

CLARK YOU CAN'T LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT I'M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE HERE

i already know I'm going to hit the media upload limit and have to delete stuff, ugh😭

this episode is feeding me so well

my beautiful family😭😭😭 they raised me actually, true story

"Because you have a way of getting things in half the time a normal person gets things done." "And I'm not normal?"

Chloe really didn't do this one on purpose but OUCH😬

Lois with her "the general said/ taught me..."🥹

now tell me why this interaction fills me with so much joy😭

I love them so much it makes me look stupid

CLARK WILL U STOP BLAMING YOURSELF JESUS STOOOOP

✨and then I paused the episode and didn't continue until over a month later, my brain is wired like that I fear✨

Jor El is so unserious I'm sorry, if he wasn't so vague and cryptic all the time a lot of messes could've been avoided🤡

I just imagine the actual Jor El watching this go down in the afterlife and facepalming so hard

Clark is sad = I'm sad, it's the law

Lana giving Clark the stone without even removing the blood first lol

I feel so bad for her😭 I swear whoever made the plot decisions on this show got off on Lana being in pain and I'm getting more and more angry on her behalf.

and that's on good instincts

(I've seen people say that Lana going to Lex instead of Clark after killing Genevieve is further proof that she doesn't trust Clark at all and it's like... how tf was Clark going to help her in this situation???😭 I agree that Lana and Clark have trust issues ad infinitum but in this case she just did the logical thing, come on now)

I have to respect this man for the level of unhinged he's reached, truly

Lois is so cool😩 Once again I am free on Saturday-

"Before you leave this earth I want you to know... you did create the son you always wanted."

Lionel when I get my hands on you

NUH UH JASON YOU TOUCH MARTHA ALL BETS ARE OFF

I need Lex to chill and stop manhandling Lana & Chloe please and thank you💀 He's joining the unhinged club

Martha & Jonathan against Jason?? Yes please I love fights between people without powers or martial arts training

🎶somebody save meeeeeee🎶

the way Chloe pushed Lex against the cave wall was hilarious I'm sorry

Fortress bestie we're almost hereee🥳

:(((((

Lois is sad = I'm sad, again, those are the rules

seeing the only place she ever considered a permanent home getting completely destroyed, IT'S A LOT. This whole episode was a lot.

And let's not even get started on Lana JESUS CHRIST. Smallville writers I think we need to sit down and have a conversation about her because WTF?

I don't even care that the witch plot was wacky and Jason's character arc was really badly executed, this season was so much fun.

#ellie's smallville thoughts #smallville #4x22 #clark kent #lois lane #jonathan kent #martha kent #clois #lex luthor #lana lang #chloe sullivan #jason teague

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izzymaybank · 2 years

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Brothers Best friend

JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Word Count: 2,371

Summary: Convinced that the clue found onboard the boat connects to their missing father, the Routledge twins lead their friends on an increasingly frantic search for answers.

Pairing(s): John B x twin sister!reader JJ Maybank x girlfriend!reader Pope and Kiara x bestfriend!reader

Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Smoking, murder of a dead animal, glass breaking, if there’s anything else let me know!!

BBF MASTERLIST

“I’m just saying, I don’t understand why you won’t at least try with Kiara. She clearly likes you,” JJ says from the passenger seat. JJ fakes a small moan, “she’s like, ‘oh John B.”

“Is that what she does?”

“She’s sketching about you diving, and then she kissed you!”

“She kissed me on the cheek,” John B protests. “It’s not like we were making out or something.”

“Low hanging fruit, bro. Don’t pretend you don’t notice. I see it in your eyes. Your like ‘I kinda like that’ and you start blushing.”

“I blush?”

“Yeah.”

(y/n)’s loud groan from the backseat causes both of the boys to look over their shoulders. Her body laid across the floor, an arm covering her eyes from the sun streaming in through the windows. “Will you both shut up?” She said, annoyed. “It’s so early.”

John B scoffs and JJ grabs for the compass sitting on the dash board, pushing John B’s hand away when the boy attempts to snatch it back. “I’m just looking at it! I gotta admit, your dad's compass in Scooters boat? That’s freaky.”

(y/n) sits up, leaning her arms on the panel between her brother and boyfriend. “Yeah, that’s why we’re going to talk to Ms. Lana, figure this whole thing out.”

“I’m sure she would just love to talk to us,” JJ huffs. “It’s not like her husband just drowned or anything.”

The radio shuts off as the three of them arrive at the house. Gravel crunches under (y/n)’s feet as she walks beside JJ.

“You know what this house looks like?” John B asks.

“Whoever lives here smokes too much weed,” JJ states. They all slow to a stop when they hear glass breaking inside. (y/n)’s hand automatically latches around JJ’s wrist, her other one fisting into her shorts. The two boys turn to look at each other, JJ saying ‘they should come back later’ while John B only tells him to shut up.

Suddenly, a woman - Lana - cries out.

“Your hurting me!”

“Uh..” (y/n) mumbles wearily, but her brother only raises a hand, shushing her without words. They run over to the side of the house, JJ shoving his best friend down when John B looks through the window.

“The compass wasn’t in the boat!” A deep, gruff voice yells from inside. (y/n) furrows her brows and looks over at the boys.

Compass?

“Where is it, Lana?!” The same voice asks.

“I don’t know,” Lana cries, sobs racking through her body. JJ grabs his girlfriends hand, holding on tightly as he stares at the ground, stiff as a board. Another glass shatters, the force of it breaking causing the walls to shake. Chipped paint falls from the window, and (y/n) rakes her fingers through her hair, attempting to get rid of the paint chunks.

The back door of the house swings open. Since (y/n) is closest to the corner, both boys immediately pull her back. JJ grabs onto the brunette’s waist and lifts her off the ground slightly, pulling her in the middle between both boys. She protests, but John B cuts her off with a small glare.

Lana continues to cry inside, and the three Pogue’s watch intently as the two men - the one’s who shot at them yesterday - storm away. After hearing the engine start, they all watch as the boat begins to drive off. When it’s far enough, (y/n) pushes her body away from JJ’s, opening the door and walking into the house. The two boys follow her, hissing at her to slow down.

“Miss Lana?” She asks aloud, looking around the trashed living room. She finds the woman curled up in the bathroom, her chest heaving with sobs. The girl runs towards the woman, and small cuts cover Miss Lana’s face.

“Hey, hey! It’s okay. Do you need a doctor?” (y/n) immediately asks.

“Guys, she’s tweaking,” JJ says.

“John B, call the sheriff’s department,” (y/n) orders, placing her hand on Miss Lana’s shoulder.

“No, no, no, no. No cops, please,” Miss Lana protests, holding her arm in pain.

“Mm, that’s not good,” JJ mutters. “Come on, guys. Lets just go.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Miss Lana immediately breaks into hysterics.

“What do you know about these guys?” John B questions.

“They were looking for something,” Miss Lana says, voice strained from tears. John B’s eyes widen and he digs around in his pocket, pulling out Big John’s compass.

“Does it have anything to do with this?” The woman stares at it, fear in her eyes. “Do you know anything about this? This is my fathers, and Scooter had it. Why?”

“Scooter didn’t have it, okay?” Miss Lana sobs. “Don’t tell anyone that you have that! They can’t know that you have that! You gotta get outta here!”

“Why? Why?” John B demands. “What do you know about the compass?”

“John B, that’s enough,” (y/n) says, shoving her brothers hand down. “We’re going, Miss Lana.”

(y/n) then pushes her brother out of the room, grabbing JJ’s arm to pull him with her.

“And then we were right outside like this,” JJ starts. He leans up against the wall of the Château. “And all we hear is just, ‘Bam! Bam! Bam!’. Knockin’ paint of the wall, G! From the inside. All right? And I’m looking at him like-” JJ point’s to John B, then walks towards Pope and Kiara, who sit on the couches. “Wait, first off, look at this shit.”

The two of them look at JJ in disgust when he shakes his hair, small white pieces falling to the ground. “That’s dandruff, disgusting,” Kiara says, making a face.

“Okay, thank you.” Pope pushes JJ away.

“Look at all that.” JJ gestures to the flecks. “That’s paint. At that point, I was just, like... I’m waiting for death.”

“O-okay,” Pope stutters. “So you saw the guys that shot at us, right?”

“Yeah,” (y/n) breathes.

“Did you get a good description of them? What’d they look like?”

“Yeah, anything helpful,” Kiara chimes.

“Anything we could bring to a police report, maybe?”

JJ stares in the distance before shaking his head, turning towards the two questioning him. “Burly,” is the only thing he says.

“Burly?” Pope repeats, brow furrowed.

“Yeah, you know, like-”

“That’s not very helpful,” Kiara states.

“Okay, well, no, like the type of guy at my dad’s garage. I mean, you know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers,” JJ says.

“Yeah. Yes. No, we know,” Kiara sighs.

“I can tell you with full confidence, these boys, these killers.” JJ pulls out a blunt and takes a quick drag, blowing out the smoke before he says, “they’re square groupers.”

“They’re square groupers?” Pope asks. “Like narco square grouper? Like Pablo Escobar square grouper?”

“Yeah, man,” JJ breathes.

“You guys,” Kiara says, amusement lacing her voice. “Not everything is a kingpin movie.”

Pope ignores her. “Okay, what does this square grouper look like? Specifically?”

“You weren’t there, bro-”

“Because apparently, you don’t know what to look for!”

“Dude!” JJ snaps. “I wasn’t taking little mental Polaroids the entire time. I was under duress, okay? But I can tell you... I can tell you that by the way Ms. Lana was screaming these guys are serious, serious hombres, man.”

John B flicks open his fathers compass.

“It’s a heavy vibe right now,” JJ states. “I’m not liking this very much.”

“Why would they want the compass?” Kiara asks aloud.

“It’s a piece of shit. You couldn’t pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to.” Pope raises his hands in defense at the hard glare (y/n) pins on him. “Sorry.”

“The office,” John B suddenly says.

“What?” (y/n) mutters softly.

John B stares at his sister, compass clutched tightly in his hand. “Dad. Dad’s office.” John B moves around JJ, walking into the house. (y/n) follows after him, her brows furrowed. “He always kept the office locked because he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research. We used to laugh at him like he was gonna find it.”

“We left it the same,” (y/n) states. “Since he’s gone.”

“Yeah, for when he get’s back,” Kiara says with a small, hopeful smile. (y/n) gaze shifts over to her best friend as John B unlocks the padlock, opening the door.

“I’ve slept over here like 600 times.” Pope steps into the office after Kiara. “And I’ve never seen this door opened.”

Kie hums in response and John B grabs a bulletin board off of the wall. He points to a picture pinned onto it. “Here, look. This is the original owner, right here.”

“Okay,” (y/n) sighs, leaning forward to get a better look at the photo. “Robert Q. Routledge, 1880 to 1920. There’s the lucky compass, right there.” She hands the photo to Kiara after pointing out the small metal object.

“Actually, um..” John B awkwardly starts, “he was shot right after he bought it. Then the compass was shipped back to Henry. Henry was killed in a crop-dusting accident when he had the compass. After he died, the compass was given to Stephen. Stephen had the compass with him when he died in Vietnam.”

“Let me guess, he died in action, right?” JJ asks.

“Sort of,” John B says. “Uh, actually he was killed by a banana truck. In-in country.”

“Anyways,” (y/n) says, brows furrowed. “After that, Stephen passed the compass down to dad.” (y/n)’s eyes scan over the notes. “And according to dad, I’m the first female Routledge by blood in over six generations.”

“Sound’s like there’s a reoccurring theme here,” JJ hums.

“Yeah, you guys have a death compass,” Pope says, looking between the two twins.

“No, we do not have a death compass.” John B rolls his eyes.

“You have a death compass,” Pope repeats.

“Seriously guys, get rid of it. It’s cursed and it’s made it’s way back to you,” JJ states.

John B crouches down in front of Big Johns desk. He looks up to his sister. “Look, dad used to talk about this compartment in here. Soldiers used to hide secret notes.”

(y/n) takes the compass from John’s hands and untwists it, protesting when her brother snatches it back. He turns it over, eyes squinting at the writing carved inside. “That wasn’t there before.”

“That’s dad’s hand writing,” (y/n) states.

“How can you know that?” Pope asks.

“Because he does these weird R’s with the-” John B holds up the compass so it’s in Pope’s view. “See it?”

“Can I see it?” JJ asks, and John B adjusts his hand.

“Red- Rout- No I think that’s an A.”

“It says Redfield,” (y/n) chimes.

“Right.”

“Okay, well, what’s Redfield?” Kiara questions.

“Beside’s the most common name in the country,” Pope sighs and (y/n) runs a hand through her hair.

“Maybe it’s a clue,” (y/n) said hopefully, and John B looks up at her. “Maybe it’s a clue to where he’s hiding.”

“A clue?” Pope heaves. “Come on, that’s-”

Kiara stares at him with a blank look, slightly shaking her head. Frowning, Pope corrects himself, “but if it is a clue, maybe it’s an Anagram?”

John stood up excitedly. “Yes. Perfect. Anagram. You need paper.”

Pope shakes his head at the rooster outside. “How can you concentrate with that thing constantly crowing at you?”

“JJ loves the rooster,” (y/n) says.

“I love the rooster,” Kiara repeats.

(y/n)’s eyes shift to the window when she hears a soft rumble from outside. Her hand reaches out to her brother's arm. “John,” she says, patting his muscle to gain his attention. “John B, someone’s here.”

Everyone moves up behind her, looking through the glass to see a black car rolling in. “Guys,” Kiara panics. “Guys, is that them?”

“No,” JJ sighs, sounding both defeated and frustrated.

“Is that them?”

“This is suboptimal.” Pope watches as John B pins JJ to the wall.

“Where’s the gun?” John asks.

“Gun?” JJ exhales. “I, uh, I can’t-”

“Now you don’t have the gun, the one time we need the gun?” Kiara sobs. (y/n) reaches out a hand for her, which Kiara takes and tightly holds.

JJ puts a hand to his forehead, stuttering as he says, “it was in my backpack, and then I-”

“On the porch.” John B points to the door.

“On the porch.” JJ opens the door and runs out, quickly making his way through the house, but he quickly turns around when one of the two men yells out a loud, “John Routledge!”

“Guys,” Kiara sobs.

JJ runs back into the room, closing the door softly behind him. “They’re on the front porch.”

The blonde runs to the window, roughly pulling on it even though it doesn’t move an inch. “Why’s it taking so long?” Kiara asks.

“It’s painted shut,” JJ grunts, pulling harder. His eyes fall to (y/n), who stands frozen in place, staring at the door with widened eyes. He walks closer to her, Kiara taking his spot while holding a switch blade.

“Hey,” he whispers, grabbing her hand. He starts pulling her towards him. “Come on. You gotta come with me, yeah?” With a small nod, the girl steps closer to JJ, walking to the now opened window. Just as all of them slide out of the room, the office door swings open.

John B is the last to drop into the chicken pen, looking over to his sister in worry as she gasps heavily. JJ’s arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling (y/n) down as to not be seen.

“Do something, Pope. Shut that thing up,” JJ hisses, flinching when the rooster crows again.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Pet it or something,” (y/n) cries. “Or talk to it, I don’t know.”

The sound of a trunk slamming echoes through the bullpen, and they all crouch a little lower on instinct. (y/n) lets out a small squeak as JJ reaches out and grabs the animals throat, snapping it’s neck. JJ’s jaw clenches as he pauses, silently leaning backwards away from the dead animal.

JJ slides an arm around (y/n)’s shoulder, pulling her face to his chest as she lets out a sob. John B grabs Kiara’s hand as she leans her head against the wall, tears streaming down her face.

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #jj maybank x reader #john b x twin sister!reader #outer banks x reader #reader insert #routledge!reader

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stratataisen · 6 months

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2. running fingers through hair

Aketho carded his fingers through Theron’s hair--or what was left of Theron’s hair after his rebellious haircut. The former Cipher had to admit he’d been a bit weary of the new look at first, mainly because of the sudden change and the circumstances around it. Void, he almost didn’t even recognize Theron on Copera at first glance; it had been so jarring. However, he’d long since grown to like it. There was something strangely pleasing about it, and Theron was thrilled with the cut, which was all Aketho needed. He did miss running his fingers through a full head of hair, but he made do with the small patch of hair at the top and the fuzzy racing stripes--Theron hated it when he called them that. And Aketho would believe him if the former SIS agent wasn’t always trying to hold back a smile when he said so.

The spy in question stirred from his slumber, raising his head from where it was pillowed against Aketho’s chest. He blinked up at him slowly and bleary-eyed, not fully awake as he looked around. Shifting against Aketho, Theron rubbed his eyes.

“How long was I out?” he asked with a soft yawn.

“A couple of hours,” Aketho replied, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “Did you have a good nap?”

“I did…wait…a couple of hours?” Theron questioned as he moved to get up, looking at the position they were in and seemingly realizing something. “Please tell me I wasn’t asleep on top of you that whole time.”

“I mean, it would be a little difficult changing positions on the couch,” the Chiss chuckled, sitting up and wincing as his leg twinged a bit as more blood was able to circulate through it again. “But yes, you were a nice, Theron-shaped weighted blanket.”

“Keth…I’m-”

“Shush, Theron,” Aketho chuckled again, pulling the other spy in by the front of his shirt and kissing him. When he pulled back from it, he was grinning wide. “You know damn well I would have tossed you off the couch if I had a problem with you laying on me.”

Theron let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I know.”

“Then don’t apologize,” the Commander said, grinning. “Unless that apology is multiple kisses.”

“Hmm, I think I can manage that,” the human purred, reaching up to cup the back of Aketho’s head to gently pull him into a kiss.

------------------------------------------------ I'm just slowly--very slowly working my way through the touching prompt list. lol Yes, I love Theron's new haircut. It did take me some time to get used to it. I kept it because Theron made mention of Lana bringing it up during a cutscene at the start of the Jedi Under Siege arc for Imperial character. It felt wrong not to have him with it for that. lol If you have one you want me to work on next, or have a request, feel free to drop me an ask. :)

#swtor #swtor fanfiction #theron shan #aketho #imperial agent #theron shan / imperial agent #I can not get enough of these two #ugh they're so cute

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sweetdreamsfanfic · 2 years

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SHOT IN THE DARK PART UNO

LUCIFER X READER

MAFIA AU

Brief: In this oneshot Lucifer to the public is a well known corporate boss, however to the crime world he is the boss of the largest crime family. Out of fear of you leaving him, he never tells you. Yet all secrets come out eventually…

A/n Intending to make this a series, please let me know what you think!

Also I recommend listening to Salvatore by Lana Del Rey as you read this, it’ll truly set the mood for this

WARNING: I wouldn’t consider it graphic but there is detailed violence so take caution

It was late into the evening when your friend had brought up your partner, Lucifer. The pair of you were sitting in her orangery sharing a bottle of white wine between you. The two of you were inseparable and that is how your lunch date turned into a late evening chat.

“On the topic of partners, you should return to Lucifer before it gets too late. I know he has Mammon to guard and chauffeur you but I think I have stolen enough of your time.”

F/N put her glass of wine on the table, dusting the imaginary dust off her dress and standing up.

“Thank you for inviting me over,” You started, getting up of the couch as well.

“Anytime! Anyway I should be thanking you for inviting me to lunch. Tomorrow I’ll pay for our lunch after the yoga class!” F/N stated with the same insane amount of energy she had early that day.

“Quarter past nine, don’t forget!” You chuckled, moving in to kiss her cheeks.

“Haha, I won’t! Now make sure Mammon drives safely.” F/N said, giving you one last tight hug.

“Will do! Bye!”

When you finally arrived back home, thanks to Mammon, you immediately felt something off. Normally Lucifer would have been made alert to your arrival and would wait in the lobby for when you entered the house.

“Mammon…“ You called out.

However it appeared Mammon had already left to park the car away for the evening. You were unsettled immensely by being alone in the eerily quiet mansion, a shiver crawling up your spine as you placed your purse down and sauntered up the grand staircase.

As you approached Lucifer’s office, you noticed the door was left wide open and not left only slightly ajar like Lucifer insists it being. An ominous shadow could be seen through the entrance, this was when you heard Lucifer’s voice.

“J-jack we can talk about this. Belphegor was manipulating you-“

“Shut up! I know your tricks Lucifer, and they end now.”

The click of the safety lock being removed on a gun echoed in the empty halls.

Pulling yourself out of a state of panic, you grabbed the nearest vase and empty it of it’s content. Steadily, you approached the office.

“Jack you know I would never harm you.”

Lucifer’s reasoning fell on deaf ears, you could see Lucifer’s desperation whilst he was held at gun point. You have no idea why this stranger would come in and attempt to kill Lucifer, a respected businessman.

“Oh shush. We both know Belphegor is the only one who truly respects me.”

“And we both know it is he is the exact kind of guy who would use you to seal his own vendettas!”

Jack’s grip on the gun tightened, the panic this rose in you was all you needed to commit to smashing the vase against his head.

“SHUT-!”

The glass shattered immediately, scattering across the floor as his body collapsed with a thud.

With wobbly legs you stepped over the bleeding man and took Lucifer’s face into your shaky hands. You couldn’t help but let tears well up as you starred into his eyes.

“Thank Diavolo you’re okay sweetheart!”

Lucifer cracked a smile, bringing his hands up to cup your face and bring his forehead to yours.

“Thank you my love, I genuinely thought I was going to die,” He stated, relief evident in his voice.

He moved his hands to pull you towards him, “But then you appeared, my guardian angel.”

“I was so scared Luci,” You fired back, “H-how did he even get in? You have surveillance cameras everywhere-”

“I know you have a lot of questions, all of which I promise to answer but for now can we just enjoy each others embrace?”

Eyeing him and his tense shoulders and pained face you nodded your head.

“Absolutely, but shouldn’t we at least call the police first?” You asked with a tone of uncertainty.

Lucifer hummed in response, “I’ll inform Mammon to do that, for now go shower and change into pyjamas. I’ll join you shortly.”

“Fine, but don’t be long okay?” You said slowly, taking a step back from him.

“I won’t. I love you Y/N.”

He managed to make you smile despite the fact you were still debating whether you had just killed a man in your mind.

“I love you too Lucifer.”

As you sauntered out, you took one more glance at the bleeding out man. His face was smushed against the blood stained floor that was once a deep mahogany. Dodging the shards of glass, you left.

Lucifer let out a deep breath as he ran a hand through his unruly hair. He was grateful you had arrived when you had, however he feared this would lead to him confessing to his crime business. Every outcome in his mind led to you leaving him or fearing him.

When Mammon eventually arrived to drag the unconscious Jack into the basement, Lucifer informed him that they needed to meet up with his other crime family brothers.

Once the floor was a deep mahogany again and Lucifer was finished with his shower, he climbed into bed with you. To his surprise, you were still awake.

“I thought I was going to lose you and now I might’ve k-killed a man.” You stated with tears threatening to pour as you turned to face him.

For the first time the coy Lucifer was at a loss for words. Thus, he did the next best thing. He opened his arms and let you cry your heart out in his embrace.

#obey me #reader insert #lucifer x reader #shall we date lucifer #x reader #mafia au #corporate business #yandere vibes #dark #shall we date

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nightwingshero · 1 year

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Ship Songs

I was tagged by @simonxriley @aceghosts @baldurrs @marivenah to list 5-10 songs for a ship, thank you lovelies!! I’m definitely going to cheat because I love tag games with music regarding ocs. I go ham on playlists. Thank you so much for the tag!!!

Tagging: @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @playstationmademe @socially-awkward-skeleton @shegetsburned @sstewyhosseini @voidika @direwombat @fadedjacket @vampireninjabunnies-blog @glowwormsmith @inafieldofdaisies and whoever else!!! I really went for their throats and I might have teared up a bit at Anna’s last song tbh. Below the cut because I did...a few ships. (Also this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, so if you’ve already been tagged--ignore me).

Wren Blake x John Seed (x: two scales balanced)

I’ll Follow You - Shinedown

Just like the tower we never built And the shadow of all the guilt When the other hand was pointed at you Yet the first step is the one you believe in And the second one might be profound

Silvertongue - Young the Giant

Trying to think of a way to get started Stutter, my full train of thought just departed Taste of Mezcal on my breath Let me get this off your chest Open my mind, but the gems falling out Make you lose control

Unholy Confessions - Avenged Sevenfold

"I'll try, " she said as he walked away "Try not to lose you" Two vibrant hearts could change Nothing tears the being more than deception, unmasked fear "I'll be here waiting tested and secure" Nothing hurts my world Just affects the ones around me When sin's deep in my blood You'll be the one to fall

Hold Me Down - Halsey

Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine I'm helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine They rush me, telling me I'm running out of time They shush me, walking me across a fragile line I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, Make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

Empty Gold - Halsey

I, I must confess How hard I tried to breathe Through the trees of loneliness You, you must confess How hard you need to see Through the heart beating out my chest Feel like we've been falling down Like these autumn leaves But baby don't let winter come Don't let our hearts freeze If the morning light don't steal our soul We will walk away from empty gold Dark as midnight sun Smoke as black as charcoal Fills into our fragile lungs 'Cause when our demons come Dancing in the shadows To a game that can't be won

Wren Blake x Eric Northman (x: eternally yours)

Gods & Monsters - Lana Del Rey

In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel looking to get fucked hard Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer Life imitates art You got that medicine I need Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please I don't really wanna know what's good for me God's dead, I said, "Baby, that's alright with me"

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Either way he wanted her and this was bad He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell herI want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so rightI want to hold you close Soft breasts, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

There's a place in the dark where the animals go You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo I've really been on a bender and it shows So why don't you blow me A kiss before she goes Give me a shot to remember And you can take all the pain away from me Your kiss and I will surrender The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead A light to burn all the empires So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be In love with all of these vampires So you can leave like the sane, abandon me

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND - Bad Omens

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames Hanging upside down For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you fuck, the way you taste When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

Siren - Kailee Morgue

There's a bright side To every wrong thing If you're looking at me through the right eyes Darkness in my name Don't you wanna come and play on the cool side Don't be so shy There's a pleasure in hidin' from the sun No, I was never one for pretty weather I'd rather be a creep, baby, follow me into the water I'll take you to the darker This could be perfection A venom drippin' in your mouth Singin' like a siren Love me while your wrists are bound You've been seeing me in your dreams but I'll be there when your reality drowns

Whitney Seed x Joseph Seed (x: far from eden)

Losing My Religion - R.E.M.

Oh life is bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no I've said too much I set it up That's me in the corner That's me in the spot-light Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no I've said too much I haven't said enough

Off To The Races - Lana Del Rey

Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Château Marmont Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup Glass room, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes Says it feels like heaven to him Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you own me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you own me, gimme them coinsAnd I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island And I won't get out Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth

From Eden - Hozier

Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Oh what a sin To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Hard Feelings - Lorde

I light all the candles Cut flowers for all my rooms I care for myself the way I used to care about you These days, we kiss and we keep busy The waves come after midnight I call from underwater Why even try to get right? When you've outgrown a lover The whole world knows but you It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon Hard feelings These are what they call hard feelings of love When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold, oh oh Alone with the hard feelings of love God I wish I believed you when you told me this was my home, oh oh Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me Now I'll fake it every single day 'til I don't need fantasy, 'til I feel you leave But I still remember everything, how we'd drift buying groceries, how you'd dance for me I'll start letting go of little things 'til I'm so far away from you, far away from you, yeah

Talk - Hozier

I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love (hey ya) I'd be the sweet feeling of release Mankind now dreams of (hey ya) That's found in the last witness Before the wave hits Marveling at God (hey ya) Before he feels alone One final time And marries the sea Imagine being loved by me I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we could do So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

Grace Harding x Charles Smith (x: meet me in the woods)

Better Love - Hozier

And I've never loved a darker blue Than the darkness I have known in you, own from you You, whose heart would sing of anarchy You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully When our truth is burned from history By those who figured justice in fond memory, witness me Like fire weeping from a cedar tree Know that my love would burn with me We'll live eternally

In the Cold, Cold Night - The White Stripes

I can't stand it any longer I need the fuel to make my fire bright So don't fight it any longer Come to me again in the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night And I know that you feel it too When my skin turns into glue You will know that it's warm inside And you'll come run to me, in the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night In the cold, cold night

Wait By The River - Lord Huron

And the stars fill the river As it flows into the sky And the mind leaves the body And floats higher and higher If we can't be together I will leave this world behind If I can't touch your body Can I touch the sky? I will wait by the river I will wait by the river I will wait by the river I will wait by the river

Silence - Marshmello, Khalid

I'm in need of a savior (savior), but I'm not asking for favors My whole life, I've felt like a burden I think too much, and I hate it I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here in the silence I found peace in your violence Can't show me, there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been quiet for too long I found peace in your violence Can't show me, there's no point in trying I'm at one, and I've been silent for too long

Would That I - Hozier

So in awe there I stood as you Licked off the grain Though I've handled the wood I still worship the flame Long as amber of ember glows All the wood that I'd loved is long ago And it's not tonight (Oh, oh) When I'm set alight (Oh, oh) And I blink inside (Oh, oh) Oh, your blinding light (Oh, oh) Oh, that's not tonight (Oh, oh) When you hold me tight (Oh, oh) All the fire bright (Oh, oh) Oh, let it blaze alright (Oh, oh) Hope you're good to me Hope you're good to me (Oh, oh) Hope that you're good to me Baby (Oh, oh) Oh, oh, you're good to me You're good to me (Oh, oh) Hope that you're good to me, baby (Oh, oh)

Anna Dubois x Arthur Morgan (x: wait by the river)

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold

Heaven When I held you again How could We ever just be friends? I would rather die than let you go Juliet to your Romeo How I heard you say "I would never fall in love again until I found her" I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within thе darkness, but then I found her I found you

Outlaws - Au/Ra

Oh, now that we got blood on our hands No, we'll never hide the contraband No, let me not surrender, if we go down its together I'm gonna make a stand 'Cause we are outlaws, wave your guns facing that forty-fives We are outlaws, know we're there taking our heart to life We got gold in our pockets and this love that we got Its beating in our chests like the wild wild west

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now Channeling angels in the new age now Hot summer days, rock and roll The way you'd play for me at your show And all the ways I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in Father, tell me if you can All that grace, all that body All that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

It Will Come Back - Hozier

I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you Oh, please, give me mercy no more That's a kindness you can't afford I warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born You'll hear me howling outside your door

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again?

Thela x Geralt (x: wolves without teeth)

It’s Been Awhile - Staind

And everything I can't remember As fucked up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've gone and fucked things up again, again Why must I feel this way? Just make this go away Just one more peaceful day And it's been awhile Since I could look at myself straight And it's been awhile Since I said I'm sorry And it's been awhile Since I've seen the way the candles light your face And it's been awhile But I can still remember just the way you taste

Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters and Men

And I run from wolves, ooh Breathing heavily At my feet And I run from wolves, ooh Tearing into me Without teeth I can see through you We are the same It's perfectly strange You run in my veins How can I keep you Inside my lungs I breathe what is yours You breathe what is mine

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

In every window, I pass Your reflection in the glass Makes me wonder if my mind is going Shadows shifting in the rain Slowly driving me insane By the stars above, I know we were in love I have only 'til the night is over I feel the weather change I hear the river say your name I watch the birds fly by I see an emerald in the sky

Moonsea - PHILDEL

There are diamonds on the floor you can't take back There's an eyelash on the board, does she wear black? (I called it, I called it, I called it) All the violence that I swore you could have back There's red varnish on the door, I don't wear that I called it, I called it I called it the moonsea It is a cruel dream From up so high I can hardly decide If you're waving hello or waving goodbye Here in the moonsea It is a cruel dream Don't share the past, if you won't share your heart All that we share is the view of these stars

Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell

Oh, feel our bodies grow And our souls they play, yeah Yeah love I hope you know How much my heart depends, yeah But I guess that's love I can't pretend I guess that's love I can't pretend, oh, oh But I guess that's love I can't pretend I guess that's love I can't pretend, oh, oh

#x: two scales balanced #x: eternally yours #x: far from eden #x: meet me in the woods #x: wait by the river #x: wolves without teeth #my ships #tag games

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