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squash1 · 1 year
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“yOu HaVeN’t rEaD tHe cLaSsiCs”
oh. i’ve read the classics.
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birdmenmanga · 1 month
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"warm" is also a vague term. average avian body temperature is slightly higher than average human body temperature so discuss those in your responses as well if you want
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femboykaz · 6 months
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Feeling very emotional about Kaz and Jordie naming that pile of broken boxes The Nest
Feeling very emotional about the fact that they even named it in the first place. Like that was not a home and never could be and they knew it but it was all they had and so they made the best of it and gave it a name
Thinking about how the two of them were just babies who lost the support they needed and were forced out of their 'nest' too soon. Thinking about the two of them in this cycle of losing whatever support and family they had and having to leave their "nests" afterwards and then find new ones only to lose it all over again. (Thinking about how Kaz canonically avoids being all buddy-buddy with the other Dregs, thinking about "your gang is your family", thinking about Per Haskell being the closest thing Kaz ends up having to a father figure and then Kaz lOSING THAT --- and to an extent the Dregs too --- ALL OVER AGAIN BECAUSE THE MAN BETRAYS HIM.) Thinking about them trying to get back a little of what they've lost. Thinking about them holding onto some sense of hope and optimism through it all. Thinking about them being desperate for things to just be ok and normal again
Thinking about how that one little detail --- literally I single sentence out of two whole books --- somehow does so much to drive home the fact that these are just children trying to survive and find some happiness and normalcy and comfort and A HOME AND---
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pepperpixel · 10 months
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More!!!! More!!!!! More bird art!!!!! So much fucking bird art!!!! I actually had variants of those chibi pics I wanted to post as well that I actually can’t because I have!! too much bird art!!!! And, a lot of these are actually pretty old tbh? I just never got around to fully finishing them. I have now tho! So yeah!!! Finally! I can post birds!!
#aphr#ares#ocs#original character#original characters#doodles#ghasts ocs#the alternate vers of the chibis were just gonna be them without all the filters and stuff. and I might still post those to my twitter!#we shall see#but yes!! have birds!#first pic actually aphr is not a bird… it’s her like humanized.. still a wings tho ghgh-#at the time of drawing these I was v happy cuz I felt I was finally getting the hang of drawing ares#but it’s been a few months now and I can confirm my brain has immediately LOST the hang of it gghg-#he looks so nice here…. why can’t I draw him looking nice… I could before what happened ghgh-#my fave pic in this photoset is probs the last one..#I feel a lil sad that the leash aphr is holding is kinda crooked ghgh. she’s supposed to be holding it taught. so it should be straight#but!!! other then that one thing. I love that pic. I think it’s very cool… the pose. there expressions. the collars#the fact that they’re BOTH wearing collars and holding each others leashes. because they’re BOTH manipulating each other#the way that ares is staring transfixed at aphr. like in awe. while she instead looks coyly to the audience#aphr needing more than just ares. needing everyone’s love. while she’s obsessed with just having hers… it’s GOOD. IM PROUD OF THAT PIC#I had a concept and I think I executed it well and it conveys there shit good ghgh-#ok anyway… I hope u all like the art lol#*while HES obsessed w just having hers#it’s like 8 am as I’m writing these tags ghghg my brain fucked up sorry lol#also.. for the chibi aphr pic. I’ve changed my mind on simplifying her red chest feathers as a heart shape..#I actually think a diamond shape would work a lot better!#ok anyway!!! enjoy fucked up codependent birds!!
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transgaysex · 9 months
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the crossbite stuff is a bit annoying but im trying very hard to apply my usual thought process of "if you can fix it then dont stress just fix it. if tou cant fix it then dont stress bc theres nothing to do" but it really is just :/
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tiodolma · 1 year
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Merlin Characters As Animated Villain Songs! Part 6
Cornelius Sigan/Cedric - Pretty Bird (Nigel, Rio)
I was striking suave, ambitious Feet to beak, so birdi-licious Now I'm vile, I am villain, and vicious, oh and malicious
I had it all, Camelot gold - women too! I was tall, over six foot two! Then they got a pretty parakeet to fill my shoes, That's why I am so evil, Why I do what I do.
[He was a superstar...!] So young and vital [He’s nasty...!] An immortal warlock idol! [He's a suspicious bird...!] Who said that about me? [A very vicious bird...!] I'll have you rotisseried!
Sarrum - Oogie Boogie's song (Oogie Boogie, The Nightmare Before Christmas)
You're jokin', you're jokin' I can't believe my eyes You're jokin' me, you gotta be This can't be the right one She's crazy, she's filthy I don't know which is worse I might just split a seam now If I don't die laughing first
You're jokin', you're jokin' I can't believe my ears Would someone shut this lady up I'm drownin' in my tears It's funny, I'm laughing You really are too much And now, with your permission I'm going to do my stuff
Oh, lady, you're something You put me in a spin You aren't comprehending The position that you're in It's hopeless, you're finished You haven't got a prayer Cause I'm Sarrum of Amata And you ain't going nowhere
The Disir - Playing with the Big Boys Now (Hotep & Huy, Prince of Egypt)
So you think you've got friends in high places With the power to put us on the run? Well, forgive us these smiles on our faces You'll know what power is when we are done
Son, You're playing with the big girls now Playing with the big girls now
By the might of the Triple Goddess You will kneel before us Kneel to our splendorous power
You put up a front You put up a fight And just to show we feel no spite You can be our Acolyte But first, boy, it's time to bow Or it's your own grave you'll dig boy.
You're playing with the big girls now Playing with the big girls Playing with the big girls Playing with the big girls Playing with the big girls now
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yunymphs · 2 months
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... nearly spits his morning coffee.
“dada, where do babies come from?” his three-year-old daughter asks, bouncing in her chair.
your husband swears his heart almost falls out of his ass, and you have the same expression on your face... one of shock and somewhat of embarrassment. kids say the darndest things, but damn, gojo didn't think they meant literally.
you exchange a look with your husband, eyes unsure. your pancake spatula nearly falsls out of your hand as you stand in front of the stove.
"well..." gojo begins, gazing down at his baby girl.
her baby blue eyes are so big, so full of wonder and so, so curious. his deep ocean reflecting the small pool in her eyes, and gojo laughs softly.
"when a mommy and daddy love each other very much... errr," he pauses, eyebrows furrowing— he tries to find the right words.
"satoru!" you scold, making a confused expression, one that asks him what the hell he's doing without saying the words out loud in front of your innocent baby girl.
"when a mommy and daddy what, dada?" your daughter interrupts, little mouth stuffed full of pancake.
his mini me reaches for the little pink cup of milk before gojo wiggles his finger in front of her, telling her to slow down and swallow her food before she drinks anything else. choking hazards were a real threat with this one.
"well, babies come from..." your husband begins again.
an awkward moment of silence.
"storks."
you release an exhale of relief.
"the store?" your daughter asks, eyebrow crooked.
"no, baby. storks. they're big, white birds that bring babies to your door." gojo bluffs, words drawn out and slowed.
you laugh softly, watching your daughter take in the new information. you turn back to the stove, flipping the pancake with ease and letting it cook a lovely golden brown.
"when a mommy and daddy want to have a baby... the storks are nice enough to bring one to their house." your husband smiles, impressed that even he could whip up a story this ridiculous.
"is that how i was made?" your daughter chirps, and he nods.
she takes a big gulp of white milk before sliding off of the chair, doing a dance with her arms.
"wow! can the storks bring me a baby sister?" your daughter giggles, and this time— you feel like your heart has dropped out of your ass.
gojo watches as his baby girl makes a rocking motion with her arms, as if to mimic the presence of a baby. your husband chuckles into his mug of coffee.
"i'll have to ask mama first, but if she says yes, perhaps we can see if the storks can bring you a sibling." gojo smiles confidently, already imagining the way your eyes are rolling back into your head in annoyance.
this man will be the death of you.
"okay!" his baby girl chirps, white pigtails running off to go play with toys. you call after her, telling her to wash her hands before doing so.
gojo returns to your side, sly smirk plastered on his stupid face. he takes a sip of coffee as you slide the pancake onto another plate.
"so..."
"don't."
"well, the storks aren't gonna make their own babies." your husband chuckles, putting his coffee cup down. "i do miss seeing your tummy all around."
"i can't believe you told her that ridiculous story."
"i can't believe i even came up with said ridiculous story."
"god, now she's gonna be checking the front door every week for a sibling." you bite back a smile. "you're the worst."
"i know i am. we better come up with something though. wouldn't want my baby girl to think i don't stick to my word." your husband gives you a cheeky wink.
"fine, fine."
needless to say, the storks did deliver... approximately nine months later.
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alipal97 · 14 days
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I'm an Idiot
Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem!reader
Summary: Luke has a dream about about his best friend y/n that leads to him ignoring her so she doesn't find out his true feelings
Warnings: angst, Luke being an idiot, smut 18+ only please, language, it's a LONG one but it's so worth it I promise
"Shit, Luke," y/n moaned out, her soft breathes fanning against Luke's scarred cheek, "right there."
Luke thrusted himself deeper, groaning out at the sensation and burying his face in the crook of her neck. "God's, y/n, you're so fucking tight."
Luke pushed in slowly once more, burying himself to the hilt. He was going painfully, torturously slow. Luke wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless until all she could do was scream his name, but not if it meant hurting her so he held himself back from driving into her full force and taking her like he so desperately wanted to.
Y/n knew what he was doing and responded by wrapping her legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper. They gasped simultaneously at the new angle.
"Don't-", he stuttered, "Don't do that." He held her hips down to prevent her from moving again, gripping it so tightly he was sure it would leave a mark and the thought sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. He panted against her sweaty collarbone as he tried to regain his composure.
"You don't like it?" She whispered in his ear seductively, raising her hips up to meet his.
Of course he liked it. He fucking loved it, but it was testing the restraint that he was already in a losing battle with. If she continued to pull him in deeper like that he was sure to snap. Luke could feel her clenching around his cock and fuck it made him want more.
When he didn't answer, y/n leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Stop holding back, Luke. I want you to fuck me."
With a sly smirk, Luke pulled out of her before-
Luke startled slightly as his eyes opened to the early morning sun that filtered through the windows of the cabin. He could hear the birds chirping outside and the slight footfall of other campers making their way to breakfast.
He sighed in frustration and rubbed a hand down his face, only to freeze when he felt a body stirring against him. He slowly lowered his hand, his brown eyes falling to Y/n's sleeping form next to him. She was fully clothed with her back to him as her shoulders rose and fell with each even breath she took.
Luke had one arm wrapped around her waist while the other was trapped beneath her head. Her hair falling over his arm and onto her pillow in a perfect halo. For the daughter of Hades, she sure looked angelic in this moment.
He realized he must have fallen asleep during one of their late-night talks, given that he had woken up in her cabin rather than his own. Luke was honestly thankful for her company. His sleep was typically plagued by never-ending nightmares, but never when he slept with her tucked into his chest.
Noticing that she was still sound asleep, Luke decided to relax and enjoy a few more moments of rest before he would inevitably have to wake her for breakfast and break them out of their comfortable bubble. He closed his eyes and pulled her body closer to his, tucking his face into her hair that smelled faintly of her jasmine and coconut shampoo.
Unconsciously, Y/n snuggled back against him, pressing her body back against his. Her round ass pushed against the bulge in his pants that he hadn't realized had been rapidly growing since he woke from his dream. Luke grunted at the contact and swore under his breath quietly. Nightmares may not be a problem when sleeping with y/n, but for the last few months other dreams had started to become a bit of an issue.
Luke had had a crush on her since the first day she walked into camp four years prior, something Clarisse and Chris never hesitated to poke fun at him about. How could he not? She was gorgeous, funny, and fiercely protective of those she loved.
The two of them had always had a flirty sort of banter that probably went beyond the bounds of friendship, but he never really made a move, of course, fearing his feelings wouldn't be reciprocated and valuing their friendship too much to jeopardize it.
Just like he was about to if she woke up and felt his hard on nestled between her perfect thighs.
It was probably a dick move to leave before she woke up, but Luke would have to come up with an excuse later because there was no way he was going to be able to conceal what the dream of her panting and writhing beneath him had caused.
Ever so carefully, Luke shifted his weight toward the edge of the bed and slowly began to pull his arm out from under her head, freezing when she stirred in her sleep. He swore quietly under his breath and waited until she stopped moving before pulling his arm away from her completely.
He tiptoed his way to the door, the old hardwood floor groaning slightly beneath his weight as he walked. Luke reached the door and turned to take one last look at her sleeping form that was now nestled against the pillow beneath her head, soft snores emitting from her pink lips. He smiled to himself and closed the door quietly, bounding through the camp on his way to take a very cold shower to relieve him of his 'little' problem.
The sound of her front door clicking into place made Y/N stir against her black silk sheets before she woke entirely, noting the now empty bed beside her. She furrowed her brows as she sat up, noticing that Luke's shoes were gone and so was he.
It confused her, to say the least. Luke had never been one to sneak away before she had woken up, usually opting to wake her with whispers that sent tingles down her spine and butterflies to her belly.
Luke had been acting strangely the last few months, but he never hesitated to crawl into bed with her when she complained of insomnia or nightmares. Having him around while she slept had eased what normally plagued her, and she knew it did the same for him. She shrugged lightly to herself, figuring that he had camp counselor duties to attend to, and she would catch up with him later. Still, disappointment settled in her chest at not being able to wake up with his body wrapped around hers.
Y/n was a camp counselor herself, but since she was the only current daughter of Hades, she was more or less in charge of only herself when she wasn't training the younger campers. She rose from bed, tidying the cabin around her before throwing on a pair of spandex shorts and her Camp Half-Blood shirt to get ready for her daily training sessions after breakfast.
She made her way down to the pavilion by herself, basking in the warmth that spread over her tanned skin where the early morning sun broke through the trees. She could hear the rumble of conversation from the other campers who were already sat for breakfast as she drew closer.
Y/n made her way through the breakfast line, her eyes scanning the area for a familiar mop of dark curls as she piled strawberries and pancakes onto her plate. She turned to make her way to her usual spot, noting that Luke hadn't yet made an appearance there, which was odd since he had obviously left before her.
Y/n took her usual seat next to Clarisse, saving the spot to her left for Luke whenever he decided to show, with Chris, Travis, and Connor sitting opposite her.
"Hey," Chris greeted her around his mouth full of pancakes.
"Hey," she replied distractedly, her eyes still scanning the pavilion.
"Who are you looking for?" Clarisse asked, noting her odd behavior and trying to follow her wandering eyes.
"Luke, of course," Travis said with a smirk.
"Who else?" Connor added with a smirk identical to his twin brother's.
Y/n's face flushed a light shade of pink as she resigned herself to pushing the food around on her plate with her fork. She knew that her crush on her best friend was painfully obvious to everyone—well, except for the one person who truly mattered. It wasn't like she really tried to hide it, always saving him a seat on her left at meals and choosing Luke as her sparring partner or simply cuddling up next to him by their nightly campfires.
She was hopelessly in love with her dark-haired best friend, but she never attempted to make a move, fearing rejection or, worse yet, jeopardizing their friendship. Still, Y/N couldn't help but blush when he would wrap his arm around her innocently and tuck her into his side or become flustered when she caught a glimpse of his well-defined abs when he would lift his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow during sparring sessions. Needless to say, she had it bad.
"Hey guys," Percy greeted the small group of friends as he sat to Y/n's left, leaving an empty space for Luke. Annabeth took her seat across from him. "Where's Luke?"
All eyes at the table turned toward her, and she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "How would I know?" She speared a strawberry on her plate with a bit more force than necessary.
"Oh, I don't know," Chris shrugged his shoulders sarcastically. "Maybe it's because he spends more time in your bed than in his own these days." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a smack to the head from Clarisse and a glare from Y/n.
"Speaking of the lover boy," Connor says, his eyes falling to Luke as he makes his way through the breakfast line.
Y/n tries her best to act nonchalant, fighting the urge to turn and look at him. Instead, she resigns herself to pushing the strawberries around on her plate.
When Luke finally makes his way to their usual table, he pauses, noting the empty spot left for him next to Y/N. He battles with himself silently as his feet carry him closer. He wants to sit next to her more than anything, but just the thought of her leg accidentally brushing his under the table causes his dick to twitch in his cargo pants. There was no way he would be able to hide a boner with this many people around. Normally, he had a bit more self control, but thay dream had really done him in.
He had been fortunate enough not to encounter any other campers on his way to the showers this morning to relieve himself. His hand had been wrapped around his length, stroking himself in a fast rhythm as he imagined y/n lips wrapped around him, quietly moaning out her name as he came in his fist.
Luke quietly groaned to himself as he rounded the table, feeling y/n's piercing eyes on him as he took a seat between Connor and Chris. Everyone at the table froze, forks hovering midair in confusion and disbelief at the strange behavior. Luke didn't even pay them any mind, trying his hardest to avoid your gaze that had sparked with what looked like disappointment, fearing that if he started blushing he would never stop.
"Okay," Clarisse said, drawing out the word and breaking the silence that had fallen over the group. "Cabin Twelve is throwing a party on Friday. Are you guys in?"
"We're always in," the Stoll twins spoke in unison. Y/n thought it was funny when they did it, but Luke always found it disturbing and creepy.
Luke was barely listening to his friends’ discussion as he pushed the food around on his plate. He was trying to avoid looking up, knowing that Y/N was across from him, trying to meet his gaze. He knew she had given up when she let out an almost inaudible sigh, and he suddenly felt guilty. He hated ignoring her, but it physically pained him not to hold her and draw her in for a kiss when she pouted her perfect pink lips at him. It was as if Aphrodite herself was trying to punish him.
"I don't know," Travis shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip from his cup. "I'll probably ask Silena to go with me. What about you?" He looked over at his half-brother, who was still staring down at his untouched food. "Luke?"
"Hmm?" He hummed, breaking out of his thoughts and looking up from his plate for the first time since he sat down.
"Are you bringing anyone to the party?" Travis asked again.
"Oh, um," Luke was at a loss for words. There was only one person he truly wanted to ask, but he knew she wouldn't see it as anything more than friendly. They had attended parties together in the past, but it seemed inappropriate to him now that he had come to the realization that he was in love with Y/N. "I don't really know. I haven't thought about it."
Connor, being Connor, decided to stir the pot a bit. He opened his mouth to say, "What about Laura from Cabin Ten? She has a pretty massive crush on you."
Luke shrugged and finally took a bite of his breakfast, not noticing the way y/n's eyes watched him anxiously. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied, a bit distractedly. It would seem weird if he didn't take anyone, but he couldn't take y/n without torturing himself to the brink of insanity. He still couldn't shake the image of her beneath him or the faint sounds of her breathy moans that echoed in his mind.
Y/n had decided that she had had enough. She slammed her silverware onto her plate, swiping it up, and marched her way over to the fire pit. She threw her offerings into the flames and made her way to her first activity of the day. Tears stung her eyes, and jealousy clawed at her chest as she marched past the table where her friends all sat, looking slightly concerned at her sudden outburst.
Luke's eyes trailed after her, watching her back until she disappeared over the hill. He sighed to himself and ran a hand through his curls. He had thought that if he kept a bit of distance his body and mind would relax a little but he was more tense than ever.
Clarisse kicked him under the table causing him to wince and rub at his now sore shin. "What the hell has gotten into you?" She shouted at him.
"Ouch, what are you talking about?" Luke glared at her as he continued to rub his sore leg.
"I'm talking about y/n," Clarisse said, her brows raising as if what she was getting at was obvious. It was, but Luke didn't want to admit what he was doing was stupid.
"What about her?"
It was Chris's turn to chime in. He turned to his half brother and said, "Since when don't you sit next to her at breakfast, and since when don't you two go to bonfires together?"
Luke groaned in irritation, his face growing hot. The last thing he wanted was for them to pry and find out the real reason he was ignoring his best friend. It was embarrassing the way he was dreaming about her, and jerking off to the thought of it like a fifteen year old who just discovered women exist.
"My world doesn't revolve around y/n." He grumbled.
Percy snorted from his spot across the table. "That's bullshit."
"Language!" Luke, Annabeth, and Clarisse all chastised him at once.
Clarisse turned away from the son of Poseidon and back to Luke. "He's right, though. You two are always flirting with each other, and it's painfully obvious. Do us all a favor and put us out of our misery. This tiptoeing around each other is disgusting."
"What Clar means to say," Chris said, shooting a look at the curly-haired girl who merely shrugged, "is why are you avoiding her? We all know you like her, so why are you holding back?"
"Because he's a chicken shit." Percy chimed in with a smirk.
"PERCY!" They all yelled and the blonde rolled his eyes.
"Oh, come on! I'm thirteen, for crying out loud!" he yelled back, slamming his hands on the table. They all ignored him and went back to their conversation at hand once more.
"All we're saying," Chris said, gathering his plate of offerings and standing up, "is that you two have been riding this line between something and nothing for too long. Man up and ask her to the party." And with that, he threw his offerings into the fire and walked off toward the rock wall.
Sparring practice was a bit more tense than usual that day, and it was obvious to everyone around them. When they had all chosen their partners, Y/n had been quick to ask James from Cabin Ten before Luke could even take a step in her direction. It caused a stir among the other campers who witnessed the out-of-character behavior, leading them all to wonder what had happened between the two counselors.
Usually, she would make her way to his side, joking about trying her best not to mess up his 'pretty face', but today she wasn't really in the mood to joke and be ignored by her best friend.
Luke sat frozen for a few seconds, utterly shocked that she had chosen someone over him. He guessed he deserved it for the way he had acted at breakfast, but it still stung knowing that she was angry with him. So, instead of standing there looking like an idiot, he grabbed Percy by the back of his shirt, pulling him away from where he was attempting to flirt with Annabeth. He left her to pair up with one of her siblings as he dragged Percy to a spot where he had a clear view of Y/n.
They began to spar, and while Luke was the best swordsman the camp had seen in over three hundred years, his head wasn't in it today. Percy disarmed him repeatedly while his eyes wandered over to Y/N. She was currently grabbing a drink of water while James stood at her side, whispering something that made her throw her head back and laugh.
She pulled at the hem of her orange tee, lifting it up to wipe the sweat from her face. Luke's grip tightened on his sword when he saw James's eyes lingering over the tattoo on her right hip. He made to step forward when Percy's hand on his arm made him freeze and look back at the younger boy.
"I don't think that's a good idea. She already seems kind of irritated with you," Percy warned.
Luke scoffed, shaking his head, and walked over to where she was smiling with her hand placed gently on James's bicep. The sight made his blood boil, and he had the overwhelming urge to rip the boy's arm off.
"Hey," Luke said, directing all his attention to his best friend, who, at the moment, wouldn't even glance his way. "Can we talk?" When she continued to ignore him, he lowered his voice more and whispered, "Please?"
Y/n couldn't help herself; she lifted her gaze to his and nearly caved when she saw the pleading look in his eyes. But then she remembered how he had snuck out of her cabin that morning and proceeded to ignore her throughout breakfast. Y/n folded her arms over her chest and put on her best poker face.
"I'm a little busy right now."
"Oh, really?" Luke asked in a patronizing tone, crossing his own arms over his chest. Y/n had to try her best not to glance down at his bulging muscles. "Busy doing what, exactly?"
"Well, if you really want to know," she stepped closer to the blonde on her right, "I was just about to accept James's invitation to the party Friday night."
That was a total lie. Y/n had actually been about to turn the boy down and state that she probably just wouldn't go, but she figured if Luke could go with a date, then so could she. Maybe it would help her let go of her crush on Luke once and for all. She knew she deserved better than waiting around for the boy to come to his senses.
Luke scoffed, his face scrunching up with the action. "You're kidding me, right?"
This made Y/n angry. Luke had no right to be upset over her accepting a date to a party he didn't even want to attend with her.
"So what?" She took an angry step toward the curly-haired boy. "You can talk about asking Laura to the bonfire, but when I accept an offer from someone who's genuinely interested in me—"
Luke interrupted her. "You seriously think this guy," he gestured to James, "is seriously into you? Have you forgotten that he and his siblings sleep with people and then dump them just for entertainment?"
James stepped forward, trying to put himself between Luke and Y/n, something that irked the girl to her core. She didn't need anyone to defend her. "Hey, woah. You don't know shit about me, man, and you don't get to talk to her like that."
Luke's features darkened as he narrowed his eyes at the boy who was just a few inches shorter than him. "Back the fuck up and mind your business. She doesn't need you to be her knight in shining armor."
They were nose-to-nose now, exhibiting the typical dick-measuring contest, and Y/n had had enough. She pushed her way between the feuding boys (yes, boys), placing a hand on each of their chests. While James looked down at her with a smug grin, Luke refused to tear his gaze from the blonde, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face.
Y/n tried to meet Luke's gaze, but he wasn't backing down. With a heavy sigh, she let her hand drop from his strong chest and backed away, though it physically ached to do so.
"Let's just go, James." And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, with James right behind her. Subtly, he flipped Luke off behind his back.
The days leading up to Friday were awkward and tense for Luke, Y/N, and the friends who surrounded them. In the mornings, when Luke arrived for breakfast, Y/N would suddenly be in a rush to get to her lessons. At night, she would lock the windows and doors of her cabin, pretending not to hear Luke knocking and pleading with her to let him in and talk.
By the time Friday rolled around, Luke was absolutely miserable without his best friend, and he was kicking himself for being so stupid. He wouldn't have had any reason to be jealous if he had just come right out and told Y/N that he was in love with her the very day he had realized it himself.
Now, here he was, looking like an absolute idiot, all alone, leaning against a tree with a drink in his hand as he watched his best friend snuggle up next to James by the fire. She was laughing and smiling as he spoke, but never quite like she did when she was with him. Every once in a while, her eyes would catch Luke's, and it made his heart skip a beat in his chest until she would quickly avert her gaze and give her full attention to her date for the night.
"Where's your date?" A voice spoke from his right and he pulled his eyes away from Y/n to see Laura batting her eyelashes up at him.
Luke shrugged and took a long pull from his cup, the liquor burning his throat a bit on the way down. "Didn't bring one."
"That's odd since I overheard that you were going to ask me." Laura licked her pink-painted lips and smiled, placing a hand on his chest. "I was waiting for you to ask, but-"
Luke's attention was pulled away as his eyes landed on Y/n, who was walking away from the party and back toward the cabins. He didn't even give an explanation or say goodbye to the Aphrodite girl as he pushed past her to follow his best friend. He was almost certain he heard her call him an asshole but he really didn't care.
Luke followed behind Y/n all the way to the cabins, unsure if she was aware of his presence. He figured she probably did, since she had the instincts of a goddamn wildcat, but was probably still just ignoring him.
He was a few yards away when he watched her reach her cabin and go inside, and he didn't hesitate to walk up the front steps and knock. Now that everyone was at the party, he could possibly get her to talk to him without an audience.
Nerves settled in his chest as he raised his fist and rapped it against the dark wooden door, waiting on the edge of his figurative seat for her to open the door and face him. Luke listened closely to the shuffling on the other side of the door before he heard a sigh and then the click of a lock. For a moment, he thought that she had locked him out and turned with a heavy heart to make his way back to the Hermes cabin to wallow in his self-pity until her soft voice reached out to him.
"What do you want, Luke?" She sighed heavily as she stood in the doorway, the door partially blocking her chest.
By the way she was attempting to cover her chest, and the way Luke could see her bare shoulder and the strap of her bra, he guessed that she had been in the process of undressing and getting ready for bed. He was trying, and failing, not to let his eyes wander as he made his way back up to her door.
"Can we talk?" Luke asked quietly, his voice and eyes pleading with her to say yes.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding and opening the door for him to step through. He let his eyes wander over the expanse of the cabin that he had seen a million times before in an attempt to give her some semblance of privacy while she found something with which to cover up.
It wasn't until she cleared her throat from behind him that he turned, and his heart stopped in his chest. She stood there with her arms crossed and shoulders tense, now covered in a soft gray sweatshirt. His sweatshirt. She still wore the black jean skirt that she had been wearing at the party, and he saw her top and bra discarded on her dresser, meaning that she was completely bare underneath his sweatshirt. Luke felt his dick twitch in his pants and had to shake the thought from his mind before things got out of hand.
He took a shaky breath and ran a hand through his dark curls before he spoke. "Listen, y/n/n, I'm really sorry about being a complete dick the last few days and for ignoring you. I was just going through some stuff and I didn't want to upset you or lose you as a friend so I thought if I ignored you until I could figure out how to get over it, things would be better."
Y/n didn't say anything as she waited for him to continue.
"It turns out," he took a deep breath, "I can't get over it, and I don't think I want to."
"What are you talking about?" She took a few steps until the distance between them closed, and she cupped his face in her soft hands, forcing him to look at her. "Why would you even think you could lose me as a friend?" Her eyes darted between his, but his were focused solely on her lips.
"Because I don't want to be just friends with you," Luke whispered before he closed the distance between them, his lips grazing hers. "Tell me to stop."
Y/n shook her head and tangled her fingers in his dark curls. "I can't," she said. And then she pulled his lips down to crash against her own.
Luke reacted immediately, his hands falling to her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, all teeth and tongues as they finally let themselves feel everything they had been holding back. When Luke swept his tongue along her lips, she moaned into his mouth and tugged his curls, eliciting a deep groan from Luke. Eventually, the two ran out of breath and had to pull back, their chests heaving from the lack of oxygen.
"Is this why you've been ignoring me?" she asked against his lips, wanting to taste his mouth on hers again, but not before she got her answer.
Luke smirked and shrugged. "Well, that and I've been having some pretty intense dreams."
Y/n pulled back, brows raised, and Luke's heart dropped for half a second before she smiled up at him through her long lashes. "About?"
Luke tightened his grip on her hips and dragged her closer and she gasped at the feeling of his hard length pressed against her hip. "Mind if I just show you?"
When she nodded, Luke didn't waist a second hoisting her up, her legs instantly snapping around his waist and his hands falling lower to cup her ass. He carried her to her bed, laying her down before kissing her with a bit more coordination than before. He slotted himself between her open thighs, rutting into her gently causing a breathy moan to fall from her perfect lips.
Y/n didn't waste any time ridding him of his shirt, throwing it down to the floor and allowed her hands and eyes to wander down the expanse of his toned chest and abdomen. It wasn't like she had never seen Luke shirtless before, having patched him up more times than she could count, but this seemed more personal like he was willing to let her see and have every part of him.
Luke's own hands wandered up the front of her sweatshirt that she had stolen from him so many months ago, travelling higher and higher until his hand came into contact with her bare breast. He took it in his hand, kneading and squeezing before rolling her soft nipple into a firm peak.
Y/n smirked and dropped her hands to pull the material over her head, growing more confident than ever as she watch Luke swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. She leaned up ever so slightly and placed a soft kiss against his throat, causing him to groan and drop his head down to lay between her breasts, his soft curls tickling her sternum.
"The feeling is mutual." She whispered into the air between them, kicking herself for not coming up with anything better to say.
Luke lifted his head, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "'The feeling is mutual'? That's all?"
Y/n rolled her eyes and lifted her hips to push her core against the bulge straining in his pants. "Shut up and fuck me."
"Yes, ma'am." He smirked against her lips before dragging his body off the bed and standing at the edge.
Y/n looked confused before Luke quickly shed his pants, leaving him in just his black boxers, before he grabbed her under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He kneeled on the floor, ridding her of her skirt and panties in one fluid motion. He nearly let out a moan at the sight of her glistening cunt and used two fingers to swipe through her folds.
"Did I do this?" Luke asked with a smug grin. When she didn't answer, he slapping her ass, making her jolt and throw her head back with a moan. So she likes it rough? Noted. "I asked you a question."
"Yes." She answered breathlessly, her fingers tangling in the sheets with anticipation.
Luke didn't say another word before he brought his tongue down to her weeping cunt and licked a stripe all the way up to her clit with a flat tongue. Luke groaned at the taste before diving back in for more. She tasted so sweet and heavenly and Luke was absolutely certain the next time he had ambrosia, it would taste like her.
Y/n's moans filled the empty air as Luke devoured her like a man starved, dipping his tongue into her hole before moving higher to suck harshly on her swollen clit. Luke moved one of his hands from her thighs to push two fingers into her, noting how tightly she squeezed his fingers. He curled them upwards ever so slightly, feeling her hands fly to his hair instantly and tug harshly. He moaned around her clit, sending vibrations throughout her whole body.
"Shit," y/n moaned as her back arched off the mattress, "Luke, I'm so close."
Luke pulled away from her, fingers still working in and out of her, bringing her closer to the edge by the second. "Let go, baby. Cum for me."
Between his tongue, his fingers, and the fact he had called her baby, y/n let herself go, cumming with Luke's name tumbling from her kiss-bitten lips over and over again. Luke continued to lap at her, enjoying the sweet and tangy taste of her release on his tongue, until she was squirming and all but pushing him away from the overstimulation.
He got the message and sat back on his heels, enjoying the sight of her post-orgasm, hands still fisting the sheets as she watched him lick his fingers clean. He moaned around the digits, teasing her until she physically couldn't take it anymore.
Y/n sat up and grabbed hold of his camp necklace, pulling him to lay between her open legs once more before smashing her lips to his, tasting herself on his tongue. Luke smiled into the kiss when she bit down on his bottom lip and tugged.
"I want you," she spoke against him breathlessly, "to fuck me."
Luke pulled back, placing his hands on either side of her head to support himself. "Who taught you patience?" He joked, but groaned when her hand snaked down to palm him over his boxers.
Luke got the message and decided that he was done teasing her, for now. He shed his boxers quickly and quickly aligned himself with her dripping cunt. He rubbed his tip through her folds, collecting her arousal before looking up at her, searching for any signs of hesitation.
He got his answer when y/n smiled up at him softly and pulled his forehead down to rest against hers. She angled her hips up and his tip slipped in, elicting a moan from the both of them. Luke moved slowly, pushing in deeper, inch by agonizing inch. His breath caught in his throat and his mouth hung open when he was fully seated within her.
"Are you okay?" Luke asked softly.
Y/n nodded and rolled her hips against his, letting him know it was okay to move. Luke captured her lips with his before pulling out and thrusting back into her.
"F-fuck." He groaned against her mouth, thrusting into her again. "You're so fucking tight." He trailed his lips down her jaw, leaving kisses all the way down her neck until he reached the soft spot just behind her ear. He bit down on the soft skin there.
He was going torturously slow and while she loved that he was being so sweet and gentle, there would be time for that later. Right now she just wanted him to take her and fuck her into oblivion. This had been a long time coming and she was done with the soft, hesitant actions.
"Luke." She whimpered against his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine.
"Hmm?" He groaned, too consumed by the feeling of her heat sucking him in.
"Fuck me harder."
Luke pulled back, not sure he had heard her correctly. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. "What?"
Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist and spoke again. "Fuck. Me. Harder."
Luke didn't need to be told a third time once he was sure he wasn't imagining things. He grabbed her thigh and lifted it higher before driving into her. They both groaned at the new, deeper angle, sweaty chests heaving as they grew accustomed to the overwhelming sensation.
He set a new, harsher, faster pace, grinding his hips into hers to add to her pleasure. Y/n finally got what she wanted as he pounded into her already sensitive cunt. She bit her lip to try and contain her moans and Luke wasn't having it. On the off chance this was a one time thing, he wanted to hear just how good he was making her feel.
Luke pulled her lip from between her teeth, kissing her softly before saying, "Let me hear you. I want everyone in the whole camp to know how good I make you feel, that I'm the only one who can make you feel this good."
He pulled out and angled a particularly harsh thrust into her caused her to moan without a care for anyone that happened to pass by her cabin.
"Fuck, Luke, feels s-so good."
"That's it, baby, let them know who you belong to."
Y/n clenched around him and Luke could feel himself growing closer to the edge, but he would be damned if he didn't bring her to a second orgasm before he let himself go. He leaned back just enough to reach a hand between them, using his two middle fingers to rub at her bundle of nerves.
"Shit, just like that. I'm so close."
Luke would do just about anything to hear y/n praise him like that for the rest of his life. He could die tomorrow and he would be at peace with it now that he had heard the way his name sounded tumbling from his lips and the way her body reacted to his.
"Oh gods, I'm gonna—" with a hoarse cry, y/n reached her peak, clenching around Luke as her nails scratched at his back. She had probably drawn blood, but neither of them could find it in them to care at the moment.
Luke worked her through her orgasm, picking up his own pace as he chased his own high. With a few more calculated thrusts, Luke came with a low groan, biting down on the juncture between her shoulder and neck as he spilled inside her.
With a heavy sigh, Luke rolled off of her, reaching his arms out to pull her sweat soaked body into his. Y/n nuzzled her face into his neck and tangled her legs with his, breathing out a sigh of contentment.
Neither of them said a word until Luke finally caught his breath and asked, "So the feeling is mutual, huh?"
Luke's grin only grew when she slapped him on the chest. "Shut up."
"So if the feeling is so mutual," she glared at him, and he chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender. "Then why did you go to the party with James?"
Y/n sighed. "Well, my best friend, whom I really wanted to go with, was being a total dick."
Luke looked down at her apologetically. "So why didn't you tell him then?" he whispered.
"Because I've been in love with him since we were sixteen, but I didn't want to throw away our friendship in case he didnt like me back." She whispered back, finally laying it all out in the open.
"You know what I think?"
Y/n bit her lip nervously. "What do you think?"
Luke tilted her chin up to look at him, bringing his lips closer to hers as he said, "I think I'm an absolute moron for ever making you think that I don't love you the same way."
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The Morning After
Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader
Word count: 700 ish?
Warnings: Mentions to sex, hickeys, naked people, Simon wanting you for breakfast
Summary: The morning after a steamy night.
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Sunlight creeps in through the curtains you never closed last night. The curtains fly around the room, pushed by the daring wind. The window’s are still open, letting in the chirps of birds outside. The wind pushes a breeze around the room and you shiver.
You’re laying on your right shoulder. There’s a heavy arm that isn’t yours draped across your waist. There’s a head tucked into the crook of your neck. There’s another forearm underneath your head. There’s someone’s heavy breathing going straight into your neck. You can feel a bit of stubble. You can feel hair, long, soft hair. You can feel a strong chest against your back. All of it is memorized in your mind.
And there’s only one person in the whole world who’s body you know inch by inch. 
You squint as you open your eyes, the sunlight almost killing you. The duvet is all messed up, barely covering your tangled bodies. His right arm is underneath your head, draped off your side of the bed. His grip on your waist is loose, he’s still asleep. His breathing is even, you can feel it. 
You push yourself out of bed slightly, making a move to shut the window and close the curtains. He grabs onto your waist tightly and pulls you back into the position you were in before. His voice is raspy, almost not even there, as he says, “Five more minutes.”
It should be illegal. His voice. His hair. His chest slowly falling and rising. It should be illegal to look this fucking good in the morning.
“Just wanna close the window,” You reply, keeping your voice hushed. 
“Who gives a shit?” He pulls the duvet higher over you, covering your naked body from the wind. “There. Now, give me 10 more minutes.”
His hand goes back to your waist, covering the soft maroon and purple bruises that formed throughout the night. 
So, you lay back down, take in a deep breath, and try to fall asleep. 
At least an hour goes by before you finally wake up again. Your position hasn’t changed and Simon’s hold on your waist is loose again. You finally move, getting up from bed. He doesn’t pull you back this time, but rolls over. He lets out a groan. “Oh, shut up, you big baby. I gave you more than 10 minutes.”
He doesn’t respond. Just lets out another groan, but louder and longer.
You grab the shirt he wore last night, the one he threw into a random corner of the room, more focused on your body. You toss it into the hamper. His pants and boxers are thankfully close enough to the hamper, yours nowhere to be found. Guess he was a little too excited.
You walk into the bathroom, getting a fine look at yourself in the mirror.
Hickeys and the traces of fingertips line your neck and chest, your hips and legs are covered, and I mean covered, in bruises. On both sides of your hips are marks of large, muscular hands. The marks are red, and it doesn’t look like it’ll all fade in the next hour. You turn slightly, getting a look at your back. Your ass is marked the same way your hips are, with large hand prints, your back thankfully okay. 
“You’re hurt,” Simon’s voice is barely above a whisper as he stares at you from the bed. 
This happens every time he leaves a mark on you. He turns cold again, becoming distant in fear of hurting you again. Every single time. It takes so many words of encouragement to get him to open up again, assuring him it didn’t hurt. 
“They’ll fade,” You shrug.
“I hurt you,” He whispers. 
“No, you didn’t. Last night was probably one of the best nights of my entire life, love. Don’t you dare think I’m in any sort of pain or anything. I’m fine,” You smile at him. “And I left a fair share of marks on you. Look at your back.”
He lets out a soft chuckle, looking over at you again. “Promise?”
“Swear on my life,” You smile. “You want breakfast?”
“Mhm,” He hums, walking over to you and kneeling in front of you. “It’s already served.” Are his last words before diving in between your legs.
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yandere-daydreams · 9 months
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Fox Hybrid!Childe, who arrives at the sanctuary where you volunteer in the dead of winter. He's brought in by a group of hunters who found him in a decade-old bear trap on the verge of freezing to death. He's aggressive at first, still rattled from such a close call, but comes around quickly after a warm bath, a visit with your on-call vet, and of course, something to fill his stomach.
Fox Hybrid!Childe, who can't be released back into the wild while he's still in recovery or left alone overnight, not when he's so eager to play fight with the other hybrids. He gets along well enough with all the volunteers, but he's constantly trying to get your attention, either sulking as you tend to another hybrid or drinking in your generously-given affection. You're clearly his favorite, so you're the one to take him home. He's ecstatic about the change in scenery, to say the least.
Fox Hybrid!Childe, who takes to being a housepet like a fish takes to water. You try to make up for the lack of stimulation with a never-ending supply of thrifted toys and as many walks as his injured leg will allow, but he prefers to spend most of his time curled up at your feet or trailing after you, ginger ears perked-up and blur eyes wide and bright. He's surprisingly good at household chores for a wild animal. By the end of the first week, he's cooking and cleaning on his own, and when you insist that he's your guest, that you don't want him to get too domesticated, he just laughs and tells you that he likes it, that he's used to hunting for his siblings. Since you won't let him bring the birds and rabbits he catches past the front door, this is how he's decided to provide for you.
Fox Hybrid!Childe, who destroys your apartment the first time you leave him alone for more than an hour. It makes sense, even if you can't say you've ever seen another hybrid react so violently to being separated from their handler. Foxes are social animals, and he hasn't been on his own since he was brought to your sanctuary, since the day he stumbled into a trap he couldn't understand or struggle his way out of. Still, when you come home to find all his toys gutted and all of your furniture overturned, you can't say you're thrilled. Childe spends the rest of the day buried in your sheets, pouting until you finally give in and forgive him. Childe goes wherever you go, after that.
Fox Hybrid!Childe, who suddenly seems a lot less friendly than he did, when you first took him in. You try to write it off as him being overly protective of his temporary skulk, but it's a little hard to tell that to your male friends when he bares his teeth and snaps at their hands. In public, he refuses to leave your side, his tail constantly thrashing and his ears pressed flush to his scalp. He'll still smile, laugh, promise he doesn't get jealous that easily, but it's difficult to take his word for it when he holds your hand so tightly.
Fox Hybrid!Childe, who's been scenting you in your sleep for weeks, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and gripping at any flesh he can reach and humping your thighs until he inevitably climaxes and has to clean his cum off of your skin with his tongue. He makes a point of 'accidentally' staining anything he doesn't want you wearing in front of anyone but him, letting you think he's too vulnerable to his animalistic urges to not mark your favorite top with his cum, that his separation anxiety is just too severe for you to shower without him, let alone close the door when you change.
Fox Hybrid!Childe, whose leg has been fine for months. You're too much of a bleeding heart not to buy it when he puts on a half-hearted limp, and while he hates having to lie to his future mate, he hates being away from you more. It's not a permanent arrangement, either - he'll be able to tell you the truth when you're fully bonded, when you're heavy with his pups and coming undone on his knot every night, every minute he can get with you.
Fox Hybrid!Childe, who's not going to let anyone take him away from his precious mate now <3
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zhongrin · 1 year
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my archon
— you sit on the floor by his leg and lay your head on his lap; how does he react?
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◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, cyno, tighnari, xiao, ayato, childe, wanderer
◇ tags ◇ mostly fluff, slightly suggestive on some, petnames (dear, little one - zhongli | bunny, babe - childe | puppy - ayato)
◇ a/n ◇ is this an excuse for me to imagine getting into a position to worship zhongli? yes. yes it is-
𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
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zhongli, ever the gentleman, frowns at seeing you sit on the hard cold flooring and caresses your cheek gently, his other hand settling on your shoulder.
“that must be uncomfortable, dear. come rest on-”
he blinks, brows furrowing when you tell him that you want to stay down there by his feet. the protests die in his throat at the reverent gaze you give him, and something stirs in his chest. a nostalgic feeling that takes him millennia back; to the olden times when he was a feared deity of a more… disagreeable temperament.
“…. very well. but at least sit on a cushion, please,” a flutter of his long eyelashes, and for a moment you catch the shadow of his former self behind his amber eyes, “if you are so intent to worship me, who am i to refuse, little one? you already do look the part of a devoted worshipper….. hm... why don’t i teach you how to do this properly.”
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al haitham glances away from his book to raise his eyebrows in amusement toward you.
“what are you doing?” he asks plainly; several possibilities pop up in his sharp-witted brain, but he would rather hear your intention from your own lips rather than blindly guess what your unexpectedly unique mind has concocted this time.
you hum nonchalantly and grab the free hand that isn’t holding his book, insistently tugging on it when he doesn’t budge. with a sigh, he lets you maneuver the appendage so it rests against the top of your head. with a roll of his eyes and a slight redness to his ears, he starts to tend to your hair, blunt nails scratching against your scalp every now and then in a way that you always praise him for doing.
“you’re a strange one, [name].”
hey, they do say birds of a feather flock together, right?
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tighnari gives you a look. you know. that sassy side eye and a crooked smile threatening to lift one corner of his lips?
“am i not the one who’s supposed to be given headpats and pampering?” he asks teasingly, slightly moving his feet to nudge on your sides.
your boyfriend laughs at the playful glare you give him, and he releases the pen from his fingers to give you your much-needed pats. his eyes soften at the way you lean onto his touch, and he slumps backward onto his seat, exhaustion starting to settle in after hours of working on those reports and manuals.
“ten more minutes, and then it’s my turn.”
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childe blinks owlishly at first, lips parted in surprise when you just decide to do this while he was just chilling on the sofa after a long day at work. his expression quickly turns into a teasing boyish grin, however, and he opts to squish your cheeks with his fingers.
“awww, seems like someone really missed me, hmm?” he leans down to place a quick kiss on your puckered lips, “why don’t you climb onto my lap, bunny? i can give you all the attention you’ve missed~”
he frowns when you refuse, and his clear blue eyes darken when you insistently hug one of his legs, your cheek pressing onto his thigh.
“be careful there, babe. you might start something if you keep that up.”
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“what…. is the meaning of this, if i may ask?” cyno asks, flustered, the cards in his hands forgotten.
just seconds ago, you had pushed away the album containing his tcg cards from his lap and replaced it with your pretty head. while he doesn’t mind the sudden change at all - he can always sort out his cards later, you always come first, of course - he’s both befuddled and unsure of what you wish for him to do when you give him those pair of puppy eyes with this unfamiliar arrangement.
he follows your gaze that is locked onto his hand, which prompts him to discard his cards on top of the album and place them on your cheek, calloused thumb slowly drawing circles as he gives you a silent questioning gaze.
when you close your eyes in bliss, he chuckles, and he moves his other hand to settle on your other cheek before leaning down to kiss you on your forehead.
“how is it that you get more and more adorable the more we spend time with each other?”
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kaeya raises his eyebrows, the hand swirling the glass of wine stopping its movements completely as he feels you hug his leg and place your head on his lap. instinctively, his free hand brushes against your cheek.
mischief colors the tone of his voice as you lovingly kiss his knuckles and give him those doe eyes he adores.
“my, a free leg warmer? how kind of you.”
he laughs in response to the playful slap you delivered to his thigh.
“so, are you planning to climb onto my lap anytime soon, or?”
another slap, another laugh, and kaeya leans down to place a kiss on the crown of your head.
“i have to ask - does this leg warmer come with the service of a wine glass holder? hmm? how about a-” [lines redacted to keep this sfw]
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“wha- g-get up! you shouldn’t-” xiao splutters in embarrassment, trying to grab onto your shoulders to pull you into a standing position.
his shock is quickly overwritten by utter confusion when you protest and insist on staying where you are. he ceases trying to move you from the spot, but he decides to ask, “-i… don’t understand. isn’t it uncomfortable? what are you hoping to gain from this?”
the yaksha is still at a loss even after you answer. it’s illogical, he thinks. if his attention is what he wants, why would you choose to have this discomfort when you can just sit beside him and achieve the same thing? does this position have a special meaning to mortals? he’s only seen it on the illustration of that silly romance novel written by an apparently famous mortal from inazuma that you were reading about a week ago, telling a story about a deity and his favored subject- oh.
“…. you’re so weird,” he grumbles, suddenly avoiding your eyes as redness begins to creep onto his cheeks. he is most definitely not a being worthy of worship….. but he supposes if it’s you… he can indulge, right? just for a little….
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“oh dear, it seems like someone’s bored,” ayato chuckles, not even looking down from his paperwork as he repositions his legs on his plush armchair, “unfortunately, puppy, i am currently working and unable to tend to your whims.”
his smile only gets wider when he hears you whine and tug on the sleeves of his kimono. what a greedy little thing; your adorableness truly knows no bounds, he muses in amusement. but it is true that he might have been quite neglectful of your needs the past few days…
but it’s no fun to just give in that easily.
ayato gives you a glance and two short pats that are far too brief to your liking, before he returns his attention to his papers, but not before saying with a teasing edge to his tone, “stay like that for an hour while i finish my work, and i’ll give you all my attention after, alright?”
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wanderer smirks and crosses his arms before leaning back on his chair, clearly amused and pleased at the sight. he attempts to move his leg away, and when you whine and chase after the limb, the puppet barks out an amused laugh, mirth dancing like electric sparks within his eyes.
“look at you, so needy and desperate for my attention,” he rolls his eyes in fake exasperation, though he doesn’t bother hiding the pleased toothy grin on his expression, “what? what do you want?”
he parries your hand away when you reach out for him, a disbelieving huff of breath escaping the ex-harbinger. the flick on your forehead is playful, and the same tone carries to his next words, like a fleeting wisp of breeze cheekily grazing your skin.
“you think you can order me around as you please? think again,” his voice lowers into a darker and softer drawl, “aren’t you already in the correct position? beg, and then, maybe i’ll consider fulfilling your request.”
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valeskafics · 2 months
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"Inauguration" - President!Coriolanus Snow x Bimbo Wife!Reader
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a/n: an anon request for more wife!reader x coryo. can be read as a standalone or a followup to "insatiable" 🩷
Summary: You and Coryo celebrate his election.
Word Count: 2,500
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, daddy kink, semi public sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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It’s finally come. The night that you and Coryo have been planning for since you first met in elementary school all those years ago. The two of you would climb up to the roof of your parents’ house, gazing at the stars, talking about your hopes and dreams. Yours? You were never quite sure. They changed every few months, something Coryo found rather amusing. You were flightier than a bird in your plans for the future. An opera singer, a prima ballerina, a senator, a fashion designer. And yet, he supported you in each and every endeavor. His goals never once changed however.
He wanted to be the President of Panem.
With his family’s circumstances, it was a lofty ambition, but you were always his staunchest supporter. He knows he could take on the world with you at his side. And now, three years after your lavish wedding, he sits beside you, his hand on your knee, tapping his finger impatiently as the votes in the latest presidential election are tallied. You rest your hand over his, smiling at him sweetly.
“I’ll be proud of you whether you win tonight or not,” you assure him, resting your free hand on his cheek, “But you’re going to win. I know it.”
Coryo chuckles, though the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, nerves getting the better of him, “Thank you, baby. I just…”
“I know,” you say, kissing his forehead, the feeling of your lips against his skin soothing him in a way little else can, “I know, Coryo.”
And then, it’s as though time stops. Lucky Flickerman announces the results of the election.
That Panem’s President Elect is none other than Coriolanus Snow.
You cover your mouth, squealing with excitement before throwing your arms around Coryo in a tight embrace, “You won!”
Frozen in shock for a brief moment, Coryo quickly recovers, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, letting all the stress of the past few days melt away from him, relaxing in your arms as he threads his hands in your hair. He knows they’ll be coming to grab him to give his acceptance speech anytime now, but all he can think of at the moment is how perfect you feel in his arms, how gorgeous you look smiling at him so proudly.
“You’re going to mess up my hair,” you giggle, gently moving his hands away, “We have to look perfect for the photographers!”
“I’m the President, baby, I can mess up my wife’s hair if I want,” he laughs, bringing his lips to yours once again, ignoring your whines of protest as he tugs at your silken locks incessantly.
But you don’t mean your complaints. You never do. You love everything he does. The way he touches you, adores you, worships you. He’s the epitome of a perfect husband. Coryo continues moving his lips against yours, only pulling away when the urge to breathe hits him, quickly burying his face in the crook of your neck, biting at your soft skin after catching his breath. You smile, running a hand through his platinum locks.
“You have to give your speech,” you remind him, moaning softly as his teeth graze your skin, “Coryo, you can’t stay back here forever.”
“I don’t think Panem would mind waiting a bit longer,” he replies, running his nose along your collarbone, inhaling your natural scent deeply, “Smell so good. The speech can wait a little longer while we celebrate.”
“Coryo,” you whine, pouting slightly in that way he’s always found so irresistible - after all, you’re so adorable when you beg, “You’ll make a bad first impression. Aren’t you the one who said first impressions are everything? You’re the President now!”
“Sure, first impressions are important,” Coryo murmurs, his hand sliding up under your dress to squeeze at the soft, warm flesh of your thigh, “But I want to enjoy my victory first.”
“Coryo, we are not having a quickie in here!” You declare, “Do you remember what happened at Ravinstill’s party when you dragged me off to the bathroom? It’s all people talked about for weeks!”
“Come on,” he pleads, his eyes boring into yours as he trails kisses along your jaw, “What’s the problem with me loving on my beautiful wife? Hm? My First Lady?”
“Didn’t say I had a problem,” you mumble, trying to hold fast to your insistence on not letting him have his wicked way with you, “But you have to make your speech. Coryo, those people voted for you-”
“They can wait a few minutes,” he says firmly, pulling you onto his lap so that you straddle him, your core pressed flush against the bulge in his trousers. Only your silk panties and his pants separate the two of you know as he grinds himself against you, groaning at the feeling, “I’ll do the speech, baby, don’t worry. Just in a few minutes.”
You giggle as his hands move to caress your ass, squeezing gently, kneading your flesh between his hands, his cock twitching at how soft you are beneath his fingertips, “We’ve been married three years and you’re still such a horndog.”
Coryo snickers, kissing you again, biting down gently on your lower lip, tugging at it, admiring how soft and red it looks at his touch before whispering, “It’s your fault, you know that?”
“My fault?!” You ask incredulously.
“Uh huh. Your fault. You make me so damn hot for you.” He nips at your earlobe, his breath tickling your skin as he murmurs, “You’re like my own little private seductress.”
His words make you burst into giggles, grabbing onto his shoulders to steady yourself, “You’re a dummy.”
“A dummy who tells the truth,” he insists, “You drive me crazy and I love it.”
You rest your forehead against his, gazing into his eyes, your voice so gentle and kind it makes his heart ache as you speak, “I’m so proud of you, Coryo.”
Coryo kisses you again, this time, slower, more tender but still just as deep. His lips are hot against yours, his tongue dancing against your own as you continue grinding yourself against him, the heat growing between the two of you. He runs a hand through your hair, brushing it off your shoulders in that way he always does. Always taking care of his pretty little wife.
“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that from you,” he admits, “I’m so overwhelmed by all of the praise, and I love it, really, but from you? It’s different.”
“Cuz I’m not kissing your butt,” you nuzzle your nose against his, making him laugh, “I’m just loving on you.”
He nods, beaming as he rests a hand on your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. You turn to place a kiss to his palm, the gesture so intimate that it makes him want to melt. This is what he’s always loved about you. How unapologetic you are in your love for him, your devotion to him. Ever since you were kids, the two of you stayed together through it all. And now, all these years later, here you are. The President and his First Lady. Which begs the question…
“Do I have to wear skirt suits now that I’m the First Lady?”
Coryo lets out a full-bodied laugh at the disgusted tone to your voice and the way you wrinkle your nose before teasing, “You can wear whatever you want, but I wouldn’t mind a skirt suit that shows off those killer legs.”
“But they’re boring!” You protest, “I look nicer in my dresses!”
“Mmm, you do look gorgeous right now.” Coryo runs his hands along your curves, cupping your tits, squeezing gently, admiring the way your eyes flutter shut at his touch, “This the one I picked out for you, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you nod, “The one you picked.”
“Love seeing you in things I’ve picked out for you. Bought for my sweet little girl,” he coos, groaning when the two of you are interrupted by a series of loud knocks on the door, “We’re coming!”
You take his hand, leading him to the aides who escort the two of you to the stage of the Presidential Palace. You grimace at Coryo slightly.
“Did you have to pick this dress? Everyone’s gonna say the First Lady’s a hussy…”
“Yeah, well, you’re my hussy. They can ogle all they want, but only I get to touch my pretty baby and rip that dress off of her,” he smirks, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling you into another kiss as Lucky begins wrapping up his intro, “I want you up there with me when I give my speech. Not standing at the side of the stage. I want you in my arms as I give it.”
Your eyes widen and you rest your hands on his chest, “Are you sure? This is your moment-”
“Our moment,” he corrects, “None of this would’ve been possible without you loving me and supporting me. This is your win as much as mine.” Coryo lowers his voice to whisper something else in your ear, “And when this is all over, my little hussy can take that dress off and-”
“Coryo!” You gasp, slapping a hand over his mouth, eyes going comically wide.
He bursts into laughter, his body shaking, completely wrapped around your little finger. The President of Panem, in the palm of your hand, helpless to do anything but be bent to your will. He gives a furtive glance at your lips before his name is announced and it’s time to walk out onto the stage. The two of you are a vision as you walk out with confidence, waving at the crowd, Lucky placing a bouquet of white roses in your grasp before shaking Coryo’s hand. Coryo turns to you, plucking one of the flowers from the bouquet, tucking it behind your ear with a grin. The crowd cheers as he presses his lips to your forehead. You are the youngest First Couple in Panem’s history and by far the best looking. The people adore you - the President and his gorgeous wife, waving to the throngs of people. The perfect couple.
You gaze up at Coryo adoringly as he gives his speech, and it’s evident to everyone watching how much you love him. And how much he loves you as he smiles back at you every so often, unable to focus entirely on the crowd. Rather than being annoyed by this, the people find it endearing. The charming, intelligent President and his kind, beautiful wife. You two are so in love, and you know that these photos will be plastered across all the magazines of Panem for the next few months.
As he wraps up his speech, Coryo pulls you into an extremely passionate kiss - one that isn’t quite appropriate for public consumption, your foot popping up as you wrap your arms around him. And the crowd goes crazy, clapping and screaming and cheering at the sight. It’s a beautiful moment, confetti falling all around you two as your love and Coryo’s victory are celebrated in tandem. Coryo announces to the crowd that he needs to go celebrate with his wife, surprising you when he hoists you over his shoulder and rushes off stage, earning another round of applause.
The two of you finally get the privacy you so desperately crave in the dressing room, where he sets you down on the table where your hair and outfits were done. You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist as you gaze up at him.
“Was I good out there, Daddy?”
“You were perfect, darling,” he coos, kissing your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips.
“I think you mentioned something,” you whisper breathily, “About ripping this dress off of me?”
“Did I promise that?” Coryo bites his lip, fingers toying with the halter strap of the dress, sliding down toward your cleavage, “I’m not one to break a promise.”
You let out a yelp of surprise as he keeps his promise in the most literal sense of the word and rips the fabric off of you, leaving you in just your silk panties and high heels. You stare up at him, mildly horrified.
“Coryo! I liked that one! I didn’t mean literally!”
“Oops,” he replies, quite unapologetically, “It’s a shame you don’t have anymore.”
You roll your eyes at the jab, smacking his chest playfully, “Coryo!”
“That’s not my name here, kitten, you know that,” he chuckles, pushing your panties to the side, his fingers tracing your slit, collecting the wetness that’s pooled there, teasing you before bringing his fingers to his lips, moaning obnoxiously as he tastes your essence, “Seems like I don’t have to do much to prepare you. Already so wet for me. Such a good girl.”
You unbutton his pants, freeing his long, veiny cock, the tip a dark pink color. You watch him shiver at your touch as you spread the precum that’s gathered at the head of his cock with your thumb, bringing the digit up to your lips to suckle at it with a giggle, tasting him as he did you. Before you can say anything, Coryo sheathes himself inside you with one thrust, leaving you a moaning mess, your bare back hitting the cool glass of the mirror as he ruts into you, holding your body against his own. Your lips part in a mewl of his name, bucking your hips up against his to meet his frenzied, almost animalistic pace.
Coryo fills you so perfectly with every thrust, the fat head of his cock slamming against your sweet spot, making you cry out, clinging to him desperately as he rolls his hips against yours.
“Going to look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you,” he rasps against your ear, “Your tummy all round with my baby, tits all heavy with milk. Fuck, baby, you want that, don’t you? You want me to fill this sweet little pussy up? Fuck a baby into you?”
It’s something the two of you have been thinking about for nearly a year now, and you find yourself nodding, head falling back against the mirror, “Yes, Daddy. Want that so bad, oh my God.”
“I’ll always give my pretty baby what she wants.”
You come around him, your entire body shuddering with pleasure as you reach the crescendo of your shared pleasure, feeling him give one, two more thrusts, before spilling himself deep inside of you with a growl of your name. He moves his fingers to collect any cum that’s dripped out of your cunt after he pulls out, pushing it back in with his fingers, thumb rubbing against your clit as he coaxes another orgasm from you, arduously slow, driving you mad with every touch.
“What do good girls do after they’ve come, honey?” Coryo asks.
“Thank you, Mr. President,” you grin cheekily, “Thank you.”
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lijojo · 9 months
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genshin men as one-night stands
premise: after a blurred night of passion, you try to leave your one-night stand's house. how do they convince you to stay?
tw: suggestive, minors dni
Spoils You Rotten
wakes you up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. usually, when you have one-night stands, you usually are quick to change and book it. but the smell of pancakes was just so heavenly, you let curiosity get the best of you.
when you get to the kitchen, you're welcomed to the sight of him in a frilly apron, flipping pancake batter on the pan. he hums to himself until he turns around to see you, gaping at him as if you'd just seen a ghost.
"good morning, love. do you want me to run the bath now? i know you're probably a little sore from yesterday. i have some scented candles in the cabinet, although i'm not sure which one you'd prefer so i wanted to wait for you to get up so you could choose."
"what—" you gulp, trying to process the sight before you.
he tilts his head, puzzled. "is something the matter, love?"
"i'm—i'm just surprised, is all," you try, "i didn't peg you as the type to have...um...one-night stands."
he chuckles, sliding the pancakes onto a plate. "i don't."
he turns to you, his eyes locked onto you. "you're not a one-night stand. i fully intend to get to know you better. now, i'd pick up that jaw off from the floor, dear. you're going to let the flies in."
snapping out of your bewilderment, you close your mouth.
"good. now, would you like to take a bath? the muffins should be done in ten. i can bring your breakfast over to you in a bath tray when it's ready. and maybe after..." he gives you an unexpected smile. "i can massage all your sore parts?"
zhongli, alhaitham, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, albedo
Will not physically let you leave the bed
you literally can't move. not even when you try. when you wake up, you find yourself in a bear trap. you're legs are tangled with someone else's their arms locked around your waist in a vice grip. instead of chirping birds, you hear the thudding heartbeat of their chest resting below your ear.
when you try to maneuver out of his hold, his arms only tighten around you more. he groans lowly in your ear, shifting a bit.
"what's the hold up?" he murmurs into the crown of your head. "stay."
so much for sneaking out unnoticed.
you stiffen at his morning voice. it's unexpectedly raspier than you'd expected. he takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead tenderly, a lot tenderly than a usual one-night stand would.
"i have some errands to run." it isn't entirely untrue. surely, there must be something you need to do today.
he stares at you for a long second before huffing. "five minutes won't hurt, those errands can wait."
"wait but—"
before you can brace for it, he's already turning on his side and taking you along with him. he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.
"you weren't thinking of leaving right after a night of intimacy, right?" he mused. "i thought you enjoyed last night. i certainly did."
you flushed at the memories. as much as you wanted to leave as you'd planned, it was awfully comfortable in his embrace. it was warm, soft, and welcoming.
"stay for a little longer, okay?" he cooed into your ear, pulling the covers over you. "at least, long enough for round two."
scaramouche, cyno, thoma, kaveh, itto,
Finds excuses to make you stay
the moment you make any sign of leaving, he's already calling for you to help him with something.
you try getting out of his grasp first thing in the morning? he's asking for a kiss on the cheek to wake him up, he can't get up without it. picking up your clothes off the floor? he's already offering you an extra change of clothes, not to mention helping you put it on. he even smiles at your flustered state. getting ready to leave? he's tugging your sleeve, offering his many amenities at home that are seemingly much better quality than yours: his cleanser, his cute headbands, his moisturizers.
and you can't say no. not when he's giving you those eyes. so you end up staying.
in a blink of an eye, you find yourself suddenly helping him smooth out the outfit he asked you to choose for him, hands running down his torso. leaning towards you, you can feel his eyes digging into your skin.
"thank you, sweet thing," he says, pressing a kiss on your nose.
"it's no problem," you mumble. "but i really—"
"how about staying for a cup of water?" he offered. "you know how important it is that you drink water first thing in the morning. it's supposed to be good for your skin. digestion too."
"well, alright—"
"and while we're at it, what about a movie? i have some classics i've been dying to watch and it's always better to watch with somone else."
you end up staying wayyy longer than you expected doing the small things: sorting through books, doing face masks, watching halfway through a movie, eating breakfast together, helping him look for butterflies on his front yard, getting the mail together. all while the two of you exchange jokes.
by the time it's well into the afternoon, you finally snap out of your daze, realizing the time.
"you just noticed?" he grins. "how cute. well, thank you for putting up with my antics, sweet thing."
he kisses you softly on the mouth.
"think of this morning as an advertisement for the other mornings to come, whenever you want to stay the night again. you won't regret it."
kaveh, itto, childe, ayato, kazuha, venti,
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tulipsbymybed · 1 year
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cradle of love
Pairing; Dark!ish!Joel Miller x Fem Reader
Summary; Since the night you told him you loved him, he's only had one thing on his mind.
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Warnings; 18+ minors I'll pop ur kneecaps off! uh. so. this is ALL filth! there's dry humping, sort of somnophilia (ur asleep while he humps u), vaginal fingering, p in v unprotected sex, the whole thing is a breeding kink fic, daddy kink towards the end, dirty talk, praise kink (he praises u loads), gratuitous violence/gore, he stabs someone, oral sex fem receiving, swearing, that might be it?
(a/n) okay so. yeah took me a little while. but in my defence, i now give you like four and a half thousand words of smut. and some other stuff. i am actually quite proud of this one now!!!!!! it takes place directly after 'a sentimental noose' but can be read separately i think-title is Cradle Of Love by Billy Idol!!
Word Count; 8.3k ish
masterlist/all joel fics
It’s early, much earlier than he needs to be awake. Almost no one else is up, the building is silent and you’re asleep as well. He’d cracked the window open last night and there’s a bird somewhere near it, singing something melodic.
The only sound in the apartment is the quiet creaking of the bed you and Joel share, the rhythmic rocking of it shifting slightly side to side as Joel moves. He’s barely awake, only semi aware of his surroundings, but aware that you’re still fast asleep. The night before was intense for both of you, and he knows you should sleep in-so when he woke up rutting into you he decided he’d just be as quiet as he can.
He’s spooning you, the big spoon for once, and his arms are wound around your stomach, crossing over each other and holding you to his chest. Some of your hair is tickling his face but he ignores it, too focused on the way his cock is jutting forward against your ass, how he can push his hips forward and feel the friction of his briefs over his member as he thrusts. 
His forehead presses against your back as he clenches his jaw, pulls you tighter to him and his movements get messier. It’s an uneven rhythm, erratic and all over the place. There’s a groan building in him as he gets closer to the edge and he swears quietly, trying his damn hardest not to wake you up even though your body is jolting forward every time he drives his cock up between the cheeks of your ass and the bed frame is squeaking a little, protesting his movements.
Joel’s mind is a mess, a jumble of heated, tangled thoughts of the night before. Of you pressing his hand into your stomach-into your womb, telling him he can give you life. He’d been dreaming of it, feverish scenes of you round with his child flashing through his mind and had woken up already moving. He can’t help it-the thought of you filled with him is enough to make his cock throb, enough to make him pulse and grunt and grind into you as you sleep.
It’s a mark of how well he tired you out last night that you still haven’t woken up and his chest swells with pride a little, knowing he’s rendered you so deeply unconscious like this. Breathing heavily, he loosens his arms around you so he can press his palms against your stomach. He rubs them in calming circles, small movements that make him imagine doing it over a small bump. Make him imagine feeling the life growing in you as he soothes you, feeling a baby kick as he rests his cheek against it. It makes his dick twitch and he grunts as he thrusts rougher than before.
You mumble something in your sleep and shift, rolling onto your front a little and stretching your arm out above you-Joel falters when you move, before taking in your new position and pulling himself to lie over you, slipping his arms out from underneath you and bracketing your head with his forearms. He hooks his chin into the crook of your neck this time, lightly sucking at your jaw as he tangles his legs with yours and drops his hips again.
The angle is better this time, but he reaches a hand down to tug at the waistband of your underwear and push them down to make it more satisfying. It’s so hot against his shaft now even though he’s still wearing his underwear, stifling heat pressing in on him and he rocks down against you. 
It builds in him slowly, almost unnoticeable until he reaches his peak-his thrusts get even sloppier, messily humping the swell of your ass until something inside him snaps and he groans, trying unsuccessfully to swallow the sound so he doesn’t wake you.
Now the only sound in the apartment is his heavy panting, hot breath blowing across your shoulder as he grimaces at the feel of the sudden wet patch on his briefs. Rolling off of you, he pulls the duvet up a little and turns his head to watch you. Runs his fingers up your spine and watches goosebumps rise in their wake, trails his hand up your side to graze against the curve of your breast and wonders how long it might take when you’re pregnant for your bump to grow big enough that you won’t be able to sleep on your front. 
-
He’s dressed and up and about when you wake, scrounging up some coffee and leaning back on the counter as he watches you sit up. The duvet falls from your chest and his body immediately reacts to the sight of your tits, cock jumping behind his zipper when your nipples harden because of the breeze coming from the window. When you catch sight of him staring at you, you flop back onto your pillow, grumbling about how you wanted to shower with him this morning. 
He grins at that, a rare expression on Joel’s face. There’s no one else around and it’s early after all, who’s gonna see but you?
He grins as he walks over, grins as he bends down and presses a kiss to your forehead and grins when you instantly stop grumbling and smile at him. 
-
A week goes by, and he’s simmering with rage. 
A week of perimeter issues, Ellie’s troubles, guard training, weapons detail, city trips, hunting, building construction-a week of barely touching you. 
He’s seething, boiling inside every time someone asks him to do something. The first day after, it was asking if he could help train some new guards with the guns they just got-so Joel figured he could wait until the next day to be with you. But the day after that it was making sure the new schoolroom was being built properly-so then he figured it’s irritating but he’ll wait another day to do what you both need. The day after that was something to do with Ellie and some girl (he’s still unsure what he spent the day actually doing)-and by that point he was grinding his teeth, coming back to the apartment to find you already asleep. The day after that was a trip to the city with Tommy and a few others, hunting and searching for whatever they could find-he was furious when they got back, barely answering anyone and gripping the hilt of his knife as he thought about his hand over your stomach. 
Then the hunting then checking weapons then securing the perimeter and now here he is, waiting by his truck so he and Tommy can go to a gas station they saw way out in the middle of nowhere a few days ago. Great. Just what he wants to be doing. Scavenging an abandoned grimy gas station on a road to nowhere for a few measly supplies instead of pinning you to the bed, pressing your thighs up into your chest and-
And you’re jogging towards him, grin working its way onto your face. Though he’s confused, he can’t help the way his features immediately soften as he looks at you, everything else muted and his body flushing every time you catch his eye. He assumed he’d get used to it, but months have gone by and while seeing you feels like coming home after a long day, he still gets fucking butterflies when you smile at him. Stomach somersaulting, spine straightening, face heating. 
Joel quirks a brow at you when you come to a stop in front of him, bouncing on the balls of your feet and giving him a knowing look when his gaze drops to your cleavage, which jiggles ever so slightly as you move. 
“Swapped with Tommy so I could come along today-” You take a step forward, raising your eyebrows questioningly, and lean into him as you carry on, “-hope that’s okay with you?”
With a quick glance around to confirm the yard you’re in is empty, you duck your head to press a quick kiss to his jaw, lingering for a second too long and flicking your tongue out against the same spot as you move away. Then you’re walking off, sending an all too innocent smile over your shoulder as you round the truck to get to your side. 
“Minx-”
Joel grumbles at you quietly, pushing off the side of the vehicle and subtly adjusting his jeans. One touch from you and he’s ready to go. Figures.
You fill the drive with mindless chatter, just talking about your week and what you did-Joel feels a burst of anger, bothered by the fact he’s hearing all of this for the first time because he’s barely even seen you this week. His hand claps onto your thigh, rubbing up and down gently as you speak. He’s barely even aware when he does this nowadays, an automatic action he goes through the motions of when he’s next to you. It just feels right, like his hand is waiting to be there-he’ll sit down next to you and it will naturally fall to your thigh, soothing mindless circles or brushing his thumb back and forth gently. Joel also barely notices that his hand squeezes, tightens minutely when you talk about patrol you went on with some guards. 
You fumble over your words for a second when you feel it, look over at him to see if something’s wrong but he shows no reaction, hasn’t even noticed his grip has tightened and only hums in response to your story. 
It tightens again, fingers digging into your skin when you tell him about how one of the guys killed an infected for you. There’s something in the back of his mind that realises now, a subconscious part of him that’s boiling over when he thinks about some other guy, a pitiful guard having the honour of saving your life-the privilege of being in your presence while he was busy doing god knows what. That part of him seems satisfied by his firm grip on you, encourages him, tells him if he just squeezes a little harder you’ll have bruises, marks-Joel’s brands marring your pretty skin. He does so, sliding his palm further up before pressing his fingers back down, pushing his presence into the meat of your thigh and satisfying himself with the sound of your breath hitching. His hands stays like that for the rest of the drive.
-
It’s dirty. The entire thing is filthy. Most things are nowadays, having been abandoned for over twenty years, but christ. Both of you simply stand by the truck for a full minute when you get out, unwilling to step inside the thoroughly ominous gas station. Joel hears you sigh and turns towards you, watching you cross your arms and huff at the grime.
“Yknow those horror movies they put on downstairs sometimes? Well you probably saw them when they came out originally didn’t you-”
“For the last time darlin’ I was not middle aged when Psycho came out, believe it or not that was before my time-”
“Sure sure, I believe you-”
He barks out a laugh as he replies, “No you fuckin’ don’t-”
“No I don’t-”
Laughs again, tries to ignore the memory of when you’d teased him for being an old man and he’d shown you exactly what he could still do.
“I just feel like someone is going to run out of there and yell at us that if we go any further then we won’t come back because no one everrrrrr doessssss-”
An amused expression crosses his face when you try and take on a scary voice, fixing him with a wild look. It makes him think of Ellie briefly, and the time when you’d joined their little group. When he’d barely spoken to you and yet Ellie had brought you into their family, showed you her Will Livingston books and you’d told her your own jokes, your own stories, treated her like an adult-like an equal. He’d have to thank that girl for not letting him just move on and be his ‘grumpy bitchy lonely usual self’ as she’d so lovingly put it. He’d probably be dead by now if she hadn’t. Things without you don’t seem to have any worth anymore.
“Well, if someone does that at least it means we can go back early don’t it? Cmon let’s get this over with and then we can finally have a couple of quiet fuckin’ days-”
He takes a step forward but falters when you grab his hand and swing your arm with his a little, coming next to him and pulling him toward the building. Joel’s sure his jacket must be visibly moving, pulsing forward as his heart beats heavily at your closeness. Part of him relishes the reaction you draw from him, the way he’s never felt it before you and how he’s allowed to be like this now-the other part scolds him for still catching his breath when he’s near you. It’s been months, after all.
“Fine, fine-but I’m throwing you at the insane guy first and running if it does happen-”
“Wouldn’t expect anything less, sweetheart-” 
The words are sarcastic, gruff and sardonic-but he knows you know him, and you laugh as you both reach the door of the gas station, windows cracked and blackened like everything else here.
He’d want you to do it as well, would throw himself at anything, dive in headfirst as long as you got away safe.
The inside of the gas station doesn’t look much better than the outside, and for a second Joel really does expect someone to run out from behind a shelf and scream that this is the end of you both. 
But nothing happens, and you move to the right to pick through some old products littering the floor. His hand feels cold when you drop yours from it, fingers itching to reach out again, but he turns to the left and copies your actions, comforting himself with the fact tonight he’ll finally have you again. It’s been too long and his body aches for yours, hurts with need at the thought.
There’s not much in the place, a couple of useless things or disgustingly out of date items of food, so he finds a door near the back, lets you know he’s checking it out and to yell if you need anything. You have the gun he’d given you, but you shouldn’t have to use it. That’s why he’s here.
The door opens up on the side of the gas station, a parking lot with two burnt out trucks and an abandoned car in it. Joel squints against the sun, briefly wondering when it’ll be warm again. It’s been cold weather since you’ve been together, and he often finds himself thinking of the summer clothes you might wear, the tighter shirts and the small shorts. He’s seen them amongst your things, imagined you wearing them and touched himself to the fantasies, but he knows nothing will compare to the real thing. 
Shouldering his rifle, he takes a few steps toward the back of the building-but before he rounds the corner, there’s the sound of a twig snapping. 
He edges toward the greenery out back, where nature has done its best to reclaim the industrial wasteland Joel currently stands in. The concrete ground is cracked and split, bulging up with shrubbery sprouting out, trees bursting up and some flowers dotted through the invasion-it distracts him for a moment, the sight of such pretty blossoms amidst the dingy ruins. 
When he tears his eyes away from the flowers, they land on a man slowly inching toward the back of the gas station. Joel can hear you moving around inside, knows you have no idea there’s anyone else here and realises the man must have thought the same. 
It’s a toss up, what the man wants right now.
He could be searching for supplies, same as you two. He could be trying to find something for a family or children. He could be out hunting. He could be like that preacher he and Ellie unfortunately encountered. He could have seen you, could want you for his own sick reasons.
Whichever is true, the risk is too much for Joel. Better to be safe than sorry, right?
His hand reaches for the rifle but he stops, hesitates as he watches the man holster a knife and pause by the wall, appearing to look through a window. He drops his hand when he realises he must be looking at you-drops his hand to his side where the hunting knife he’d sheathed that morning rests on his belt. 
The man doesn’t really do anything, just stands there. Watching, waiting.
It’s enough to convince Joel he doesn’t have any remotely decent intentions, and as the man reaches down to a bag by his feet for something, he strides out from the side of the building. 
The amount of times Joel has done this means he’s practised, poised and silent as he comes up beside the man, who only registers Joel’s presence and straightens up a beat too late. Late enough that Joel has no problems pulling his knife from its holster, bringing his arm up in a wide arc and smoothly sliding the blade into the back of his neck. 
The tip splits the skin of his throat, pokes out like a grotesque mirror of the plants splitting the concrete below. 
A river of blood streams down his neck, a veritable tidal wave of glossy redness soaking his shirt as he sputters and gurgles. It’s a simple task for Joel, an addition to a to-do list and he doesn’t react-only the corners of his mouth twitch up when the man coughs and spits up a spurt of blood, splattering over Joel’s jaw a little. He sighs at the feeling, more inconvenienced than anything, and pulls the knife from his neck.
He drops to his knees, evidently having only been held up by the obscene spearing of his throat, coughs and splutters again, attempts to cover the wound with his hands as red stains his palms. Joel watches slightly disdainfully, somewhat bored as the man flops back weakly and lets his hands fall to the ground either side of him. 
It becomes slightly more entertaining for Joel when the man tries to talk once more, and only succeeds in pushing a spurt of blood out of the torn flesh, which lands with a splatter on the concrete next to him. Joel huffs out a laugh at the scene, as he watches the spontaneous little fountain of blood, an amusing display worth nothing more than a smile and an exhale. 
Joel startles slightly when you knock on the window behind him to try and get his attention. 
“Find anything?”
With a quick glance down, he realises that you can’t see the body from your position, how it’s fallen just under the window sill and how the blood is pooling into a gutter below it, pouring down towards a drain a few metres away. If anything, it only serves to reassure Joel, let him know that it’s okay he did that-he was protecting you, and the universe is even helping him clear up the mess. That’s always the hardest part, he thinks briefly.
Joel clears his throat, reaches to pick up the backpack the man had left on the floor and raises it to the window so you can see. Keeps his face angled slightly away, red splatter in the shadows.
“Just this-assume someone just dropped it or left it behind-wait there I’ll come back ‘round-”
You nod happily at him and he can’t help the way his lower belly flares with heat at your easy submission, cock hardening a little as you accept even just the smallest command without question. You don’t even want to check out the back of the gas station, have no interest in verifying Joel’s word-such a simple gesture, but one that shows him how completely you trust him. How perfect you are for him, always taking his word as gospel when it comes to protecting you. 
And you should, really-he does all of this for you after all. Raises his body count, does things he would have been sentenced for in a previous life and all to make sure you’re okay. 
He walks slowly back to the door, spitting on a scrap of fabric as he goes and rubbing it against his jaw to clear away the splashes of blood. The man has ended up as nothing more than a nuisance, annoyingly. A simple stain to be tutted at and wiped away.
When he walks back into the gas station, you’re standing by a slim set of shelves, turned just enough to the side that he can’t see if they contain anything. When he takes a few steps toward you though, you snap your head towards him, give him a strange, stiff smile and stride over to the door leading back to the truck.
“Anythin’ over there darlin’?”
“Nothing we need, cmon let’s go-I’m starving already-”
He nods at you as you walk out before walking over to the shelves you were eyeing, curious as to what you don’t think you both need. Anything and everything is helpful these days, and your expression worried him a little.
Except when he comes to stand in front of the shelves, he finds himself looking at two boxes of condoms. 
His mind goes blank immediately, ears buzzing as he takes in what you said. Nothing we need. 
It makes him swear quietly, a gritted ‘fuck’ echoing off the walls as he thinks about the week before, about what he’s been trying not to imagine the entire morning otherwise he would have simply pulled over on the side of the road and taken you there and then. 
He’ll do that another time, but at the moment he’s preoccupied with the thought that you don’t want to grab any more condoms, that you’re done with using protection. He knows those pills you found have run out as well, and the next time you’re together he won’t be pulling out. 
Tightening his grip on the backpack, he clenches his jaw and strides out after you toward the truck. The door to your side is closed so you must just be waiting for him, sitting quietly until he gets there. It works in his favour because he stops by your side instead of walking round the hood to his, yanks on the handle and pulls it open to your surprise. 
The force of his movement pushes the door back far enough that it bounces back a little, creaks and protests his strength as you look up at him with wide eyes. You blink when he drops the bag and his rifle, letting them clatter to the floor before bending slightly and grabbing your thighs-he tugs on them with almost the same force as he used with the door, ignores your surprised yelp as he pulls you until you face him and moves to fiddle with the button and zipper on your jeans.
He doesn’t even look back up at your face as he shifts to kneel between your legs, aware you’re leaning back on your elbows but too focused on tugging your trousers down to glance up. You mutter his name quietly, questioningly, but he ignores that as well. Simply pulls one of your shoes off and your trouser leg with it, leaves the material hanging off one foot so he can yank your knees apart, shoulder his way between them and press his face against your covered cunt. 
You breath hitches when he does so, and you let yourself fall a little further back as he pushes his nose against you. He doesn’t move for a few moments, just stays there and inhales you. It gives you time to think about your surroundings, think about the fact that though it’s unlikely, it’s entirely possible that another group of people will come along, think they might find supplies in this dilapidated gas station and instead find you lying half in the seat of a truck, legs chucked haphazardly over Joel’s shoulders as he kneels on the filthy tarmac and shoves his face into your pussy. There’s no doubt Joel wouldn’t take kindly to that, wouldn’t accept the possibility that someone might see you in such an intimate position-a state reserved for him and him only.
Joel suddenly licks a stripe up the fabric covering you, stiffening his tongue and poking it harshly against your clit as he grunts at the taste of you. He flicks the muscle against your bundle of nerves, closing his eyes as you begin to soak through the material and moan at his actions.
One of his hands slides up your torso to grasp at your tits, kneading them roughly as he probes his tongue against your slit, edging the fabric into you slightly as he pushes the tip into your messy entrance through your panties. It feels downright filthy, obscene and dirty as he mouths at you, sloppy open mouthed kisses pressed to your cunt and spit mixing with your juices soaking the fabric. It makes him a little light headed, the wet noises he’s coaxing from your pussy, the taste of your slick on his lips and your whines as he fucks his tongue shallowly into your dripping hole.
Joel knows that there’s every chance people will come along, find him desperately eating you out half in the truck and half on the grimy concrete, but he couldn’t care less. If anyone did show up, it wouldn’t take long to grab his rifle from the floor anyway-he could take care of them and go back to taking care of you in under a minute, most likely. It shouldn’t make it better but it does, the brief thought of bodies littering the parking lot as he swirls his tongue around your clit.
The fantasy makes him groan, makes him force himself harder against you and grope at your chest harshly. Your hips buck up at the feeling and his mind is one thought, the burning need to make you come blazing through him and he closes his lips around your clit, sucks on the swollen bud and grunts in satisfaction when you writhe and jerk in his hold. He knows you’re close, soaked panties clinging to your puffy lips and abused clit throbbing as he suckles at it-it only takes him pinching your nipple, tugging it cruelly, to push you over the edge and make you arch your back, rocking your hips up into his face and forcing out whiny little ‘uh’s with every renewed suck from Joel. 
He lets up when you start pushing weakly on his arms, pressing against his head to try and force him off your sensitive cunt. It takes a few seconds but he opens his eyes eventually, lifts his head up and finally looks at you, takes in the flushed and sweaty state he’s reduced you to and reaches a hand down to slide inside his jeans into his briefs-squeezes at the base of his cock, attempting to reign himself in a little. 
He watches your chest rise and fall a few times, listens to your heavy breathing before dipping his head and flattening his tongue against your panties again. It punches a quiet swear out of you, hands tugging on his hair to try and pull him away as you throb and pulse under his ministrations. It doesn’t work though and he resists your feeble attempts so he can lick at your slit again, lap up the wetness dripping out of you onto the fabric. A muted sob leaves you, hips jerking in his hold as he drags the material into his mouth and sucks on it, drains your slick right out of it just to taste a little bit more of you.
Joel lets your panties go with a pop, eyes darkening as they fall back to your pussy with a wet slap. He massages slow circles into your stomach, soft movements that almost give you whiplash from the harsh way he’d attacked your cunt only seconds beforehand-your pleasure addled mind is only further confused when he gently tugs the leg of your jeans back over your foot and slides your shoe on afterwards, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh before pulling the trousers up further.
He stands up with a pained groan afterward, forgetting his achy joints in the fog of needing to taste you, and ducks his head under the roof of the truck to lean over you. His chest puffs out a little with pride when he sees your face, red and sweaty and almost slack with pleasure. You make a small noise of surprise when he presses a gentle kiss to your lips, not attempting to deepen it in any way, just content to feel your soft lips on his. He pulls away when you start feeling a little light headed with the need for air, and brushes some hair from your forehead as he whispers into your mouth.
“Thanks for that darlin’-”
That clears your mind a little, makes you furrow your brow in confusion.
“I-jesus-I should be thanking you-why-why are you-”
“I was gettin’ hungry.”
The only response he gets is a soft ‘oh’ as your eyes widen, so he pulls back and lets you sit up properly before shutting your door, walking round to his and sliding into the driver's seat. 
You’re staring at him when he starts the truck, lips parted and eyes wide as he acts as though his cock isn’t pressing painfully against his zipper and as if he can’t still taste you.
The journey back is pretty much silent, only the occasional rustle as you shift in your seat, underwear uncomfortably soaked. When he pulls back into the yard it’s still quiet, and you barely even make a sound as you get out of the truck, legs trembling a little and mind consumed with the feeling of Joel’s mouth over your underwear. He turns his head to watch you gingerly walk to the back of the truck and pokes his tongue out over his top lip, running the tip of it through the bristles of his moustache. It’s still saturated with the taste of you.
-
He stays barely one foot behind you as you both make your way up to the apartment, overrun with the need to have you close.
If he’s being honest he came a little too close to fucking you in the parking lot, mind clouded with thoughts of his come dripping out of you-thoughts of breeding you. 
But you deserve better than that, deserve somewhere nicer. He wants to do it right, wants to make you and your future child proud-which is why he doesn’t protest when you tell him you’re tired, that you want to spend time with him but you’re exhausted already and promised Ellie you’d help her out tomorrow morning. He just kisses you on the forehead and nods, nudging you towards the bed and heading to the shower to take himself in hand to thoughts of you.
-
Joel wakes up lying on you. The bulk of him settled between your legs, front pressed against you and head cushioned on your soft chest. 
He wakes up like this fairly often, but this time he’s still overrun with the memory of yesterday, of the truck and the man he’d protected you from, of the condoms you don’t need and his fantasies in the shower. 
Most often, he’ll wake you up next. Skate his lips over your breasts, trail marks and gentle kisses up your neck until you mumble a good morning to him. This is one of the rare exceptions you’re touching him instead. 
He’d rather you’d woken him up the same way he likes to wake you, but your hands are pushing on his shoulders, futilely struggling against his weight as you try and roll him off of you. 
Joel just raises his head, presses his lips together in a thin line and quirks a brow at you in silent questioning-he’s greeted with a sheepish and slightly apologetic look for waking him. 
“Sorry sorry-it’s just I promised Ellie-I think I said last night so I just gotta-”
“Wake me up? Was havin’ a lovely sleep on this comfy set of pillows darlin’-”
“Glad you like my breasts for all the right reasons-but no not wake you up it’s not my fault you’re half deaf and…weighty-shush-I mean so I gotta get up and go-”
Your last word is accentuated with a rougher thrust against his shoulder-though it only rocks his upper body slightly before he falls back over you and smiles at your indignant huff. 
“You don’t gotta go-you’re not meeting Ellie this morning so let me get back to my pillows huh?”
“I-yes I do-I literally do she asked for my help and I said of course I’ll be there in the morning-and Joel?”
“Huh?”
“It’s the morning.”
“Yeah yeah it is the morning, but I told Ellie you weren’t seein’ her cause you’re busy-”
“I’m not b-”
“If you stop trynna push me off and let me take care of you, you’re gonna be busy real fuckin’ soon-”
Joel finishes by interrupting himself, getting distracted by your tits so close to him and his mind blanks-closes his lips over your pebbled nipple and kneads your other breast roughly, sucking harder when you hum in satisfaction. All he can think is that in a number of months, your chest will be bigger, breasts heavy ready to provide for your child.
His hands migrate to your sides, slip under you as his eyes fall shut and press you up into his waiting mouth, grunting when you gasp and letting your tender flesh go with a wet pop so he can circle the bud lightly with his tongue. 
Your hands have stopped pushing at his shoulders, simply digging your fingers into his skin as you drop your head back at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth.
“But-but I said I’d-”
He barely hears you, mind fogged and everything else muted as he dreams of you round with his child, though some of your words get vaguely through to him. You’re protesting. Why are you protesting again?
He sighs when he eventually realises what you’re trying to say and drops his forehead onto your chest, brushes his lips across your sternum and looks up to see you struggle opening your eyes.
“Why won’t you let me do this? S’all I wanna do right now, been waiting all week darlin’-don’t you remember what you said to me? Jus’ wanna make you feel good-”
Joel doesn’t wait for an answer, just shifts down your body as the bed creaks and presses a line of kisses over your stomach, smoothing one of his hands in gentle circles and feeling your soft belly under his palm. Ready, waiting for him.
“Cmon sweetheart-just let me do this-got nowhere to be now after all huh?”
He can feel the moment you agree, the moment you relax in his grip. It clouds his mind again, knowing he only has to say a few words before you comply with him. 
“Attagirl-jus’ want you t’lie there and look pretty for me, hm? So good at that aren’t you-”
Breath hitching at his words, you tap on his shoulder lightly to make him shuffle up the bed again, hips settled against yours as he looks down at you in awe. So sweet and soft, so pretty and ready to be with child-
It’s only when you gasp and tug his head down to yours, crush your lips against his roughly that he realises he’s said that out loud. Mind reeling, ears ringing and hips grinding into yours subconsciously.
You swallow his grunt when he recognises your desire for what he’s said, feels the need rolling off of you in waves-it’s the same way he’s been for the last week, desperate and addicted to the thought of it. He rests on one forearm beside your head and slips the other hand between your body, skates his fingers teasingly over your breasts and your stomach and down down down-it feels like too long, like somehow his hand will never reach where you need it to be but then he’s there suddenly.
Cupping his hand over your pussy, simply feeling you as he explores your mouth, letting you writhe and try to buck your hips into his palm. It doesn’t take long for him to give in, doesn’t take long for him to start sucking marks into your neck as he dips the tip of his middle finger into your entrance, just barely edging into you. 
The way you whine at the feeling has him rutting his hips down gently and scraping his teeth over an already darkening mark on your collarbone-when your nails dig into his shoulders he can’t resist it, feels like there’s no other option than pressing the digit slowly into you, soaking in the feeling of your dripping walls parting around him and your back arching against his chest.
He sinks the finger into you easily, down the knuckle and so fucking deep. Joel always reaches parts inside you that you barely even knew were there, presses against them just right until you’re keening under him and crying his name-it’s no different right now, even just one finger pumping in and out of your slick channel and the heel of his thumb bumping up against your clit with every thrust.
Lifting his head from your neck, he watches in wonder as your face contorts with pleasure, ignoring the string of spit connecting his lips and a purpling hickey under your jaw.
“Y’so pretty f’me darlin’-gonna be even prettier when y’got my baby inside you won’t you? S’right, gonna be the prettiest when your stomach’s all-all round and-”
It’s a marvel what you do to him, he thinks, that in moments like this he’s suddenly unable to stop talking-that he’ll barely talk to anyone throughout the day and then he’s with you and it’s as though the words are choking him, forcing their way out as he watches you fall apart under him. 
It always shocks you a little as well, so used to the stoic grumpy Joel that everyone else knows, even though you’ve seen what’s underneath, that it thrums through you, like his words sink through you and pulse through your cunt, make you flutter and clench around his finger as his fantasies and dreams pour out of him. 
“So tight ‘round my finger-gonna be even tighter on my cock I bet-know this pussy’s gonna be so good for me darlin’-shit-stay so fuckin’ tight and keep my come inside, make sure it takes-”
He feels you quiver around the digit steadily sliding in and out of you, feels the way your body tenses a little with anticipation when he talks about you pregnant with his child and he crooks it just so, pressing the pad of it exactly where you need it to be.
Joel bucks against you as your mouth drops open, drives his cock messily against your thigh as you fall over the edge and moan and clench around him, cunt spasming and fingers pressing marks into his arms. He fleetingly thinks he could come like this if you wanted him to, sloppily pushing himself into your soft skin as you writhe and jerk below him. All you’d have to do is ask-he’ll do anything if you ask.
When you come down you tug his face back to yours, lick into his mouth and make him groan and all he can feel is you. 
“Fuck-please-cmon Joel just-want you inside me now-please just-said you wanna-shit-see me all-see me round with-will you just-”
One hand grips your hip at that, tightens so hard he knows you’ll have bruises, pretty marks just for him, and he’s nodding before you finish. Nodding at you and shoving his briefs down to find some relief, nodding as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck and making his scruffy beard scrape along your skin. 
“Shit-shit-yeah okay-gonna-fuck-gonna fuck you real good sweetheart-gonna make sure you-you got my baby in you-gonna make me a daddy real soon aren’t you?” 
His words dissolve into vague mumbles, desperate noises pressed into your neck as he just nuzzles against you, drags his nose up the column of your throat and breathes you in, fills himself with you. 
He pulls himself up for a second and looks down to see his cock slide against you, feel the underside drag against your wetness and the tip catch on your clit with every movement. It feels like the first time every time, like he’s never felt you before and he can never fucking believe you let him have you like this, let him fuck you however he wants, let him please you like this and now you’re letting him fuck a baby into you. 
Joel’s distantly aware you’re pleading with him just to fuck you already but he can barely hear you, just trying not to drool on your chest when he thinks about how this is happening, this is now-you’re going to have his child, his baby. 
He takes his hand from your hip to reach it down, position himself at your entrance. Almost drops his hips the moment he does, feels hot, wet heaven against the head of his cock and has to fight the urge to shove himself into you in one thrust. 
You take matters into your own hands and hook a leg around his hip, push your heel into the back of his thigh and he almost buckles against you, body flushing at the need radiating from you. There’s a flush spreading from your chest up your neck, staining your cheeks and he presses his forehead against it, beads of sweat mixing with yours as he pushes himself forward, just moving slow slow slow.
A shuddering breath leaves him, shaky and unsteady as he moves-his pace is almost painful, torturous and just barely soothing the ache inside you, the emptiness. And then his hips are flush with yours, body trembling above you as the head of his cock nudges inside you and presses exactly where you need it. Skin on skin, walls stretched around him and all he can think-
“S’right-’course I was right darlin’-so fuckin’ tight for me-can-fuck-can feel you clenchin’ on my dick-jesus sweetheart-gonna have to relax a little f’me if you want me t’fuck you proper-gonna let me-fuck-let me do this right yeah? Gonna let me fuck a baby into your pretty cunt? Just like that, ah, so perfect f’me-”
Joel feels your chest rise against his forehead, hears the shaky breath leave you as you relax yourself around him and his hips sink down another centimetre. With a gritted out ‘fuck’ you clench around him again, and a strangled groan escapes him, slightly muffled against your skin as he tries to control himself. 
“Not-not gonna-shit-not gonna last too long right now sweetheart so-”
You surprise him with a small laugh, breathy and strained as you try to relax again, and brush your fingers through his hair-much to his pleasure as he shudders lightly.
“S’okay Joel-sooner you come sooner I’m pregnant right?”
He does buckle at that, lets his weight fall on you and slips his arms beneath you to press your chest against his, grinds listlessly into you just to hear you gasp and whine at the sheer intensity you’re feeling. 
“So fuckin’ good-so so good, lettin’ me fuck you like this-gonna let me come inside this pretty pussy aren’t you? Let me fill you up till you can’t-fuck-till you can’t take anymore-till you’re all-all round ‘nd your stomach’s all swollen ‘nd you’re, shit, carryin’ my baby-”
It’s like his words echo through you, bounce around your skull until it’s all you can hear, like the only thing is Joel-all you can hear and feel and see and smell and taste it’s all Joel telling you how pretty you’re going to look when you’re pregnant, how you’re gonna be such a pretty momma, gonna be the best anyone’s ever seen won’t you sweetheart? Fuckin’ beautiful growing my baby, makin’ me a daddy ‘nd helping grow our little family-so good for me, such a good girl lettin’ me do this-
His hips are only pulling back an inch or so before rutting into you again, reluctant to part from you any further. There’s people moving around in the halls of the apartment building, someone yelling on the floor below but for the moment, for you two, it’s just this. Just the bed rocking gently against the wall, just your gasps as the head of his cock punches into that spot inside you, just his grunts and mumbled praises, his thank you’s spoken into your neck. 
His movements get sloppier, thrusts more erratic and you can’t even hear what he’s saying at this point so you wrap your legs around his hips, hold him to your body and feel him press an open mouthed kiss to your collarbone in response. 
You’re there before you know it, waves of pleasure steadily rising in you as he grinds down into you and rocks against your clit, giving you just enough pressure to make you tighten around him. Teeth scrape across your neck when you cry out, digging in just enough to leave a mark and work you over the edge, and his arms tighten where they’re wrapped around you, still pressing you up into him. His movements make your nipples graze across his chest, the last bit of blinding pleasure you need before your hips are bucking up under his, legs jerking around his hips and moans falling from you. 
“Fuck-attagirl, that’s it-look so pretty when you come on my cock don’t you? Wanna hear it-cmon darlin’-”
“Joel-shit-” 
“No cmon-wanna hear you say it f’me-just look so pretty like this don’t you? Use your words sweetheart, tell me how pretty y'look comin' on my cock yeah?”
His words force an embarrassed whine from you, body overworked from his thrusts and his desperation.
“I-jesus-I look-Joel please-”
“You say it and I fill this sweet little cunt, get you all nice and pregnant-just wanna hear it-just once-let me hear you say it-”
Joel slows his thrusts as he talks, makes you whimper at the loss even though every part of you feels strung out and abused, indulges himself in long, languid strokes that make him groan and pant against you.
“God-look-look so pretty-I look so pretty coming on your-on daddy’s cock-”
It’s slightly pathetic the way the words spill out of you, how you hiccup through them a little and drop your head back on the pillow as you utter the name-but Joel gasps at you, sucks in a heaving breath and slams his hips into yours one last time, feeds as much of his cock into you as he can as he coats your walls with his come, does exactly as he promised and fills you up, stuffs you to the brim until you feel wetness dripping out of you, squeezing past his shaft and sliding down to your ass. 
He feels it too though, pulls himself up with some difficulty and slides his cock out of you-before you can ask he’s reaching next to you to grab his pillow, tugging on one of your legs so he can slot it under your hips and prop you up. You hum contentedly when you realise, let your eyes fall closed as Joel just watches, watches your hole flutter around nothing and watches drops of his come slip onto the pillow. It won’t do.
He’s leaning over you again suddenly, pressing soft kisses to your neck and it’s so gentle, intimate and a brutal contrast from the way he then presses two fingers to your clit, rubs little circles over the hood and shushes you when you whine at him.
“That’s it-gotta come one more time for me darlin’-jus’ one more time-such a good girl lettin’ daddy fill you up but y’gotta let me make you come again yeah? Gonna help-gonna improve our chances huh? Gonna make sure my-fuck-seed takes-that you’re gonna be pregnant with my baby-our baby soon-yeah cmon-just a little more-did so well f’daddy just now, you can do it again-”
“Can’t-shit-don’t think-”
“Yeah y’can sweetheart, gonna be good for daddy aren’t you? Know you’re gonna be such a good girl and come again won’t you-”
It’s downright cruel the way he croons at you, gruff voice tinged in sweetness as he forces you over the edge again, fingers petting tight little circles on your clit until your mouth drops open in a silent scream, back arching and legs trembling. 
The look in his eyes is…new, something you don’t think you’ve seen before as he stares down at you-though not really at you, more at your stomach, like he’s expecting to see some sign of life already. 
He drags his fingers away slowly, hesitant to stop touching you as always, and he leans over you once again, hovering his face over yours and brushing your lips together. Your mind is in some sort of fog, clouded by Joel’s touch and you don’t even register that he’s speaking until he stops, until the words slowly seep through your pleasure-drugged thoughts.
“I’ll tell the others you don’t feel too well yeah? Let ‘em know you won’t be around this week-gotta take every chance we can right?”
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venuslut · 3 months
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FANTASIZING ABOUT a whiny Choso Kamo ♡︎.
He’s whiny because it the first time he’s ever felt the euphoric sensation of his cock sliding deliciously across your warm gummy walls as you rode him. Bouncing slowly on his cock and grinding your clit on his pelvis whenever you came down. You leaned your body back while holding his thighs for support, and gave him a full view of what you were doing to him, watching as he disappears into your cunt, and the way a small bulge forms on your lower stomach from having to accommodate him inside you.
His face contorted with pleasure and quiet moans escape his lips. He grips the sheets instead of holding your hips, knowing that he’d hurt you if he held you, and that was the last thing Choso ever wanted. He’d be plagued with guilt if he hurt the first person to introduce him to such pleasures and he cared for. “Y-Y/n, fuck… ‘t’s so good,” he moaned and he threw his head back with a whine when he felt you clench around him. It wasn’t hard to pick up on the fact that his sounds were exciting you, even if he didn’t intend for it too, but he’s glad he can please you in some way.
No matter how much Choso wants you to speed up, he won’t say a word in fear of being too demanding or needy. You find him so cute too, watch him whimper and bite his lower lip while your wetness coated his shaft, making every inch of your joined bodies slick and slippery. His flushed face was scrunched up as he screwed his eyes shut, caught up in the moment and feeling himself become fully immersed, the only thing he’s aware of is the way you squeeze around him. “fuck— I can’t... ‘m not gonna last,” he whined, upset that he was close already.
Unable to handle it any longer, Choso sat up from lying on his back and grabbed your hips with shaky hands. He peppered sweet kisses along your jawline and down to your neck before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Dove, little bird, let me— fuck… can I fuck you? Please, i’ll make it quick babe, just... ngh! let me use you.” And the minute you give him permission, he’s rutting into you like an animal. Setting a relentless and sloppy rhythm that was designed to bring him closer to the edge. His moans grew louder at the new pace and his fingers dug into your skin, but trying to be mindful of your frail body. They were like music to your ears and you had a sudden desire to make him moan more, to make him come undone from your cunt alone. Choso's grip on your hips tightened even more as he felt an unfamiliar tingle building in his body, but he knew it wassignaling his own impending release, learning for your ‘private’ lessons. His hips picked up speed, thrusting into her pussy like a possessed man.
“Are you going to cum? Going to cum inside of my pussy?” You pant, your breath warm against his ear as your hands explored the expanse of his chest. "That's it, baby," you grunted, your voice deep and thick with pleasure. "Give yourself to me." His head was spinning from your brazen words and a pathetic whimper escaped his lips. With one final thrust, Choso felt his release wash over him. He grunted, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, his cum mingling with your wetness. The pleasure radiated through him, leaving him momentarily breathless and sated. It’s like he’s walking on clouds and he’s entered a whole new world, a world filled with of pleasure and happiness with endless possibilities. His vision goes black and all he can think about is how good it feels to push himself to the pinnacle of joy, and he doesn’t think he can ever give this up now that he’s got a taste for it.
But Choso doesn’t stop fucking you, adamant about helping you see the light just like he did. Even though he’s fucking himself into overestimation, all he cares about is making you finish. Thankfully, your orgasm wasn’t to far off after being filled with Choso’s seed. You grip his back and dig your nails into his skin, dragging down to leave angry scratches along the expanse of his back, making Choso groan in pain. Finally teetering off the edge and cumming on his cock, bucking your hips wildly from the intensity of the orgasm and cum drips out of you. A loud cry ripped from your throat.
When you come down from your high, both of you are left panting and sitting in silence as you stew in your orgasmic bliss. Choso came up from your neck, opting to gaze at you. He held your hair back, exposing your flushed face to his view, your eyes glazed over with pleasure. The sight of your beautiful features contorted by pleasure was almost too much for him to bear. As your body trembled against him, Choso felt himself become hard again, ready to go and experience that state of bliss for another time. You whined when you felt him harden inside of you, reawakening your own desires again. Choso pouted cutely, kneading one of your breasts between his fingers, kissing the base of your throat, and rolling his hips to provide friction.
“Again… make me cum again please, dove. Can’t get enough of your pussy.”
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Tell Me
Batfam x Assassin! Daughter! Reader
Tw: neglect, poor mental health, blood, death, guns, reader is stabbed and shot, argument, reader gets slapped once, everyone gets called out on their shit, reader’s on the dark side, assassination, etc…
Synopsis: Ever since coming to the Manor you never felt truly at home, nobody gave you the time of day no matter how hard you tried to be good and perfect. It takes a toll and in the end you find a dangerous outlet for all these negative emotions. You’ve reached your boiling point and now not even your estranged family could pull you from this darkness but what would they do? Could they really lock you away like the other villains after they were the ones to allow you to stray from the path of Justice?
Children were often the reflection of their parents, what they saw growing up is what molded them, what influenced their parents in turn influenced them. From a young age you knew you were not special, you were a weapon, raised by the Al Ghul’s and treated like a souless object for destruction. You weren’t used to kindness or happiness so it didn’t surprise you that your new family failed to treat you like an actual family member. You were the youngest Wayne now, but to everyone you were just another kid Bruce took in out of pity. Damian recognized you as soon as you’d been abandoned on the steps of the Manor but he did not treat you warmly. You were an obstacle, a challenge his mother had sent to destroy his peaceful life but all you wanted was to be loved.
The mansion was nothing more than a pretty bird cage, Bruce welcomed you with open arms but hardly gave you the time of day. Most of the other family members followed in his example, they were kind to you but rarely interacted with you and often times did their best to avoid you. At the very least you thought Damian would support you but seeing his emerald eyes shrink into a deathly cold glare was enough to make you give up on making a connection. All your life those cruel green eyes always mocked and ridiculed your existence, once it was your mother and now it was your brother. Within the span of a year you felt like a ghost in what was supposed to be your home. Your older siblings avoided you, and your “father” often ignored your presence despite your best efforts.
The only one who was kind to you was Alfred, the family butler, he always remembered your favorites and always lent you an ear to listen to you vent your sorrows. Sadly the attention and affection of one wonderful old man was not enough to ease the pain in your shattered heart. You tried to be good, you tried to follow all the rules and be a model daughter and student but what was the point? There was nothing nice in Gotham, it was cruel to the poor and the rich, so maybe you should use that pent up frustration to make a difference in this miserable city? After all you were trained by Ra’s Al-Ghul, you were never very good at pretending to be someone you’re not but maybe holding back wasn’t the answer. Maybe you were sent to Gotham to do what your dear brother failed to do! There was no point letting all those years of torturous training go to waste, not when there was a whole city of targets to take out and destroy. You could make Gotham a better place with your own two hands!
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Bruce was troubled, more and more news articles were popping up about the sudden deaths of crooked politicians or cops throughout the past few months. Gangsters and common crooks were also being targeted by some unknown entity and it was driving the Bat Family wild. These weren’t just random targets, with each individual killed their dirty secrets were revealed to the entire world. Opinions became mixed about their deaths but in the end a mass murderer was on loose and Batman had to bring them to justice.
“Staying up late again Master Bruce?”, Alfred hummed, setting a plate of food down.
Alfred looked up and read over the screen, a sad frown pulled at his lips and a heavy sigh soon followed.
“It’s a shame really, even the worst of people deserve a second chance.”, Alfred sighed.
Bruce could only hum in response, “The whole family is out tonight, everyone is in pairs to ensure their safety. Tonight will be the night we capture this murderer, I just know it.”, Bruce growled pulling his cowl over his head.
Without saying another word Bruce stormed into the Batmobile and sped off into the night for patrol. Alfred could only sigh and stared back at the extra plate of food, he always made you dinner even though you’d left the manor months ago. Deep down he wishes he could’ve done more, he wishes he could’ve scolded the family into treating you better but it was far to late for that. Nobody was aware you were even gone, just the poor old man that kept you company and accepted you for who you were.
The night is still young, crime is always at its peak at these ungodly hours. Its no surprise thst everyone is out on patrol tonight but Damian is livid, something about these murders seems so familar that it’s driving him insane. He wants to do something, he wants to lock away the madman that’s been doing this but nobody knows what they look like! All they have to go on is a scratchy voice recording that’s been altered and a blurry image of the culprit.
“Yo look alive Boy Blunder, looks like we found him.”, Red Hood chuckled.
Damian quickly reacted replacing his green mask over his eyes as he rushed to the rooftop ledge, Red Hood pointed to the strange individual silently stalking into the heavily guarded building. Robin couldn’t help but scoff, he researched every possible target that this fiend would possibly try to attack tonight. He wouldn’t allow anymore deaths, tonight was the night that this assassin faces justice.
“Let’s go, there’s plenty of targets that this idiot can hit.”, Robin growled, launching his grappling hook and swinging down to the building below.
Red Hood chuckled and followed behind his little brother, soon enough the two vigilantes were inside searching for their elusive prey. A drug deal was going on between two lead dealers in Gotham, the two vigilantes were itching to arrest both but they had to wait for their target.
“Our best bet is to protect the two leaders, without a doubt they’re the targets.”, Robin whispered, watching closely for anyone acting out of ranks.
The tension in the room was thick, everyone was ready to fire rounds off at the drop of a hat but not even the heroes could see it coming. They were focused on the wrong targets and in a chilling instance a bullet was silently fired and pierced through the skull of one of the dealer’s right hand men. Before the body could hit the floor everyone drew guns and began firing away without a care in the world. Amidst the chaos Red Hood managed to hear a distorted giggle, his eyes focused in on the raptures of the warehouse and that’s when he finally found their target.
“You’re not getting away this time.”, Red Hood growled, launching his grappling hook just above the assassin and swinging towards them.
It was far to late before they realized they’d been found, Red Hood tackled them from the raptures and both crashed down onto the table below. The sudden breaking of the table silenced everyone and the gunfire stopped but that didn’t mean anyone was safe. The two vigilantes were disoriented from the impact and the thugs took it as the perfect chance to kill them both. Robin swooped in to save his brother setting off several smoke bombs to hide their escape. Red Hood clung to the assassin with a vice like grip, grappling his way up to a nearby rooftop as the shooting continued.
“Alright you fucking idiot! Now you’re gonna be going to prison for the rest of your-“
A huge explosion roared behind the small group, the building had erupted into a huge fire with all those men still inside. Again a distorted giggle sounded from the stranger behind them, “Watch and learn ladies!”, the voice cheered, racing off the rooftop and falling down to the ground below.
Robin and Red Hood both shouted in frustration, now they’d have to deal with two threats at the same time. The assassin rushed to a nearby water tower near the flaming building and destroyed the supports with small explosives they had on hand. The toppling tower crushed part of the warehouse but doused the fires out with all the water inside. Many of the men were flushed out with the water, many still alive but casualties were present. Several more lives had been lost in the gunfire and so many more were injured.
“Oh Bat’s gonna love this damage control.”, Red Hood sighed.
He wasn’t even aware that Robin had already left his side to track down the runaway assassin, they giggled in amusement to chaos before them blissfully unaware of the nearby danger. Robin began attacking them, slicing their arm with the tip of his blade before they realized he was there. They tumble to the ground, clutching their bleeding arm in pain before Robin jumps down to cuff them. A distorted groan sounds from the mask but Robin could care less, the sounds of police sirens are growing closer and now the assassin is beginning to panic. Red Hood soon joins his brother and the mocking tone he has is almost enough to trigger the young assassin.
“You’re going away for a long time freak.”, he hums.
The police sirens grow closer before an agitated sigh spills from the masked assassin, Robin and Red Hood watch in horror as the assassin slams their face repeatedly into the concrete ground below. After the third hit Robin grabs the hood and pulls the assasin up noticing their mask now gone. Jason and Damian are both shocked to see who’s under the hood and realize that they can’t let the police take away this assassin. The three vigilantes disappear into the night, rushing back to the Bat Cave to inform the family of what they’ve found.
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Your thigh hurts, your arm hurts, your back hurts, your face hurts, everything is burning and going numb from the pain all while your siblings silently glare at you in shock. You don’t say a word blissfully lost in the thoughts of your own head while you play with the cuffs around your wrists. Surprisingly enough your siblings had cuffed your hands behind your back and seated you in a chair until Batman could get back to deal with the issue at hand.
“I can’t believe the person behind the murders was you!”, Dick finally speaks up, frustrated to know that the youngest Wayne had been killing people.
You scoff at him and turn your head to look away from him. He gets more upset when you do so, “(Y/n) do you understand what you’ve done? We don’t kill people!”, Dick continues, his words falling onto deaf ears.
“Don’t be a hypocrite, Damian was killing earlier than I was and none of you ever scolded him for it.”, you snapped back.
Your brother’s face scrunches up in disgust, he knows he has no room to speak but he has changed. You ignore their voices as your eyes catch sight of the lights in the cave, the roaring engine of the Batmobile echoed in the distance. Great now things were really gonna get interesting, you huffed in frustration and get comfortable knowing you’ll be getting an ear full for your actions.
“Can you make this quick, I’ve gotta get home and walk my dog.”, you huff, opening your eyes to see Batman glaring down at you in disgust.
“Explain yourself.”, he simply growls.
You roll your eyes and cross one leg over the other, “I’m simply putting my skills to good use.”
The answer is simple and straightforward, nothing is untrue about the words you’ve spoken but it does draw mixed reactions from the family members.
“We don’t kill. You’re a murderer (y/n), your hands are stained with blood and you’re dragging down the family name with each kill.”, Bruce removes his cowl to get a better look at you.
You sigh and look down at your lap, “Tell me when was I ever officially renamed a Wayne?”, you ask glaring up into Bruce’s masked eyes, “Who gives a rat’s ass? I was raised by the League of Assassins, you should be grateful I have my own independence and don’t follow in my grandfather’s footsteps. Bedsides I’m making the Al-Ghul family proud.”
Bruce grows red with frustration at that comment, he doesn’t mean to but his hand moves on its own to slap you across the face. The boys all gasp and push Bruce back, Barbara and Steph rush to your side to help you, blood begins pouring from your broken nose again but you hiss at them to not touch you.
“You are a member of this family, you live under my roof which means you follow my rules. I should have you locked up in Arkham for what you’ve done!”, Bruce begins yelling at you but you are a woman with nothing to lose now.
“I am an Al-Ghul! I don’t even live here anymore! None of you ever cared about me, nobody ever helped me when I needed it! I was a ghost here until I decided to leave and make a name for myself, I’m an assassin get used to it!”, you roared back, your outburst shocked everyone.
They were so used to the quiet shy girl from before that your newfound voice sent chills down their spines. Bruce’s heart sank to the floor hearing your sad words, it made him think. Suddenly he realized that he knew nothing about you and he could barely remember the last time he’d seen you in the manor.
“I-I…that’s not true. If I’d known you were so lonely I would’ve done something…I-“
“Just save it. You people never gave a crap about me, I’ve been on my own for the past seven months and I bet none of you even noticed. What’s my favorite color? When’s my birthday? Who went to my school concert? None of you know right? Don’t suddenly act like you care!”, you chuckled darkly watching everyone’s faces suddenly pale at the realization of your words.
“B-But I thought you just locked yourself in your room? Alfred always made an extra plate of food…was he never taking it to you?”, Tim asked, guilt suddenly eating away at him when he tried to recall the last time he’d see you.
“I always thought you’d left early to school…I would’ve taken you but you were always gone.”, Jason added, he looks miserable but you don’t offer him any sympathy.
“I checked myself out of school months ago, I don’t even go to Gotham Academy anymore.”, you chuckled, enjoying the growing shock melting over everyone’s faces.
Everyone was too stunned to speak, even more so when you suddenly stood up from the chair with your wrists freed from the cuffs. Dick and Steph both quickly noticed you popping your dislocated thumbs back into place. Everyone was cautious of your movements but none could speak a word as the gravity of the situation slowly sunk in. You limped to the nearby exam table and grabbed tweezers to pull out the stray bullet that had lodged itself into your leg during the shoot out. While you bled over the exam table everyone watched just how unbothered you were by an injury that should’ve been painful.
“D-Did you get shot in the warehouse?”, Damian asked, inching closer to you with the intent to help you.
“I sure did. The slash I got from your sword hurts alot worse though, I can take care of it when I get home.”, you hummed, cleaning the bleeding wound.
Bruce joined Damian by your side and suddenly looked apologetic, “(Y/n) this is your home…I-I’m sorry if we failed to communicate that. Just stay here, Alfred can clean your wounds and we’ll talk things through. I’m sure there’s some way for you to atone for what you’ve don-“
An obnoxious ringtone blared from your pocket and you growled, muttering under your breath as you took the call. Nobody was sure what was going on but your body language became rigid and your face was stuck in a permanent scowl. Damian’s body mimicked yours once his ears caught on to a familiar voice sounding on the other end of the phone.
“Have you been talking to Mother?”, Damian questions you but you ignore him to continue the call.
You nod your head and let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll take on the task tomorrow, if that’s to long for you find someone else.”, you end the call and begin grabbing your things.
Bruce immediately gets in front of you trying to stop you from leaving, he’s delusional thinking he can repair the bond between you. You only offer him a dead glare and a frown, “Get out of my way.”
Bruce insists that you stay as do several of your “siblings” but to you these are just strangers. You don’t care for their opinions or words of wisdom, you needed them months ago not now. Your resolve was absolute and no one would stop you.
“(Y/n) if you walk out of this mansion than you will be a criminal. I won’t help you and neither will anybody in this room, if we meet on the field you will be arrested and taken to Arkham Asylum.”, Bruce warns hoping to scare you straight.
A light giggle falls from your lips eventually erupting into a hearty laugh, “Oh please do, I’ll just kill all your problems in one go. Mother’s been wanting to kill Joker for a while now. I bet the paparazzi would love to see me defaming the Wayne name like you said. Once everyone finds out who I am I’m sure they’ll put together who all of you are.”, your voice is cold and sinister as you continue to mock him, “Batman arrests his own daughter. Bruce Wayne is Batman. Family of vigilantes unmasked. Wayne family murderer. It’ll be a grand spectacle to read all of those articles.”
Bruce is appalled suddenly realizing that his hands are tied in this situation. Barbara speaks up, trying to descalate the situation, “(Y/n) please give us a chance. If we don’t arrest you than a Justice League member will. You won’t win against metahumans.”
“Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve been down here alone while you were all on patrol hundreds of times, all I could do was read to keep myself entertained and guess what I found all the contingency plans for each league, Titan, and family member. I downloaded those files before I left and if you keep threatening me I’ll be sure to sell that info to the highest bidder.”
Everyone suddenly seems more panicked than before, that information could destroy the world if it landed in the wrong hands. Barbara stayed quiet and pulled away knowing that there was no changing you mind. Damian tried to speak up, trying to speak some words of wisdom to you.
“(Y/n), sister please, I know growing up in the league made us abnormal. We thought we were weapons but I learned that I’m not. You can too. Just give us a chance to show you.”
You can barely smile anymore, listening to him lie through his teeth just to keep others safe from you made the cracks between you even bigger.
“I gave you a year. A whole year! I chose the path I could follow based on what I know, you failed. All of you failed! Go to hell, if any of you get in my way I will utilize all the information I have on you, the league, and the Titans.”, you warned.
This time nobody stopped you, you grabbed your things and walked away without once looking back. You were an assassin, this is what you were born to do. They had their chance to make things right and help you heal from your trauma but it was to late. There were unquantifiable corpses burdening your weak soul but even that wasn’t going to stop you, you had a mission tomorrow which meant you had less then 24 hours to heal and recover from tonight.
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The manor seemed lifeless after you left, suddenly everyone found themselves reflecting on how they mistreated you and grew disgusted with themselves. Alfred returned from his vacation only to find everyone wallowing in their own self pity. He knew of your suffering, he knew that you left as he was the only one you said goodbye to, and he was the one to withdraw you from school. Alfred did everything he could to support you until finally you pushed him away to take on your lonely path in life.
“You only have yourselves to blame, at the very least be courteous enough to bury her in the family cemetery when she’s killed.”, Alfred scoffed, returning to the kitchen to cook away his rage.
This only makes the family more miserable, the idea of you passing and them not knowing until its to late begins to haunt them. They’re scared and although they’re all together they’ve never felt more torn apart. Bruce sighs and stares at the empty windowsill where Damian usually sits during family meeting in the living room, he knows that Damian is taking this the hardest.
Damian slept in your room that night with Titus, looking for anything to hold onto of his sister. He never treated you well, he hardly knew you as you were both separated at young ages for training but even still the feint bond was the only hope he could hold onto. Being an assassin was a dangerous job and a lonely one at that, you would never know peace and it’s because he failed you. He was you brother, he was the one person that should have welcomed you and helped you earn your place in the family. He found your journal, a book you’d often write in and vent to, he read each entry and actually began to cry as each entry became sadder than the last. They’d missed your school orchestra concert, they’d missed your entire season of volleyball, and even forgot your birthday. It was through this journal that Damian even learned when your birthday was, it hurt so much. You deserved better, they all should’ve done better…you were alone and trapped in a pretty cage. You were like a hawk in a tiny cage, dangerous and searching for a way to escape and be free.
“Whatcha got there D?”, Dick asked noticing Damian with the book in his hand.
“(Y/n)’s journal.”
Everyone suddenly fell silent, they all wanted a chance to read through it and learn a bit more about you but Damian wasn’t done with it. He needed to know what he could do to fix this, he had to know what that phrase meant.
‘Tell me…’
‘Tell me what to do to make you see me’
‘Tell me why I’m not like them…why aren’t I special like them’
‘Tell me what did I do to be hated?’
‘Tell me why I’m alone….tell me why I’m angry!’
“Tell me why my version of justice feels so good? Why did assassinating that man feel right?’
‘Tell me was my mother right all along, if I have the power to change the world like this should I take it?’
‘Tell me what would you do if I suddenly became a part of the problem? Tell me what I have to lose if I follow the path of the demon!’
“Tell me what I have to do to bring you home (y/n).”
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