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osachiyo · 7 months

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"𝓐𝓶 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯?" ༉‧₊˚.

↺ includes : dazai osamu & chuuya nakahara x fem!reader

↺ content warnings : nsfw content (mdni), threesome, double penetration, facefucking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (m &f recieving), hairpulling, dumbification etc

↺ synopsis : you had one too many drinks at a bar after getting dumped by your ex boyfriend on your birthday, and end up fucking the two most dangerous men you have ever met

↺ w.c : 2.7k+ words of absolute filth

↺ author's note : Ik I said this will be posted on the 29th but I kindaaa finished early...I honestly thought dazai & fyodor would win in the poll but I'm pleasantly surprised that chuuya won. Happy reading & I hope y'all enjoy <3 ps. this is supposed to be a bday fic for someone but I unfortunately could not find the ask so whoever you are, happy early b'day!

You squealed when Dazai parted your shaky thighs, licking his lips at your soaked lacy panties. "oh, bella, we barely even touched you and you're already dripping down there? naughty girl.." his voice dropped an octave, making you shiver. "quit yappin' and get to work, shitty dazai," Chuuya scoffed from behind you, gloved fingers pinching and pulling at your swollen nipples, coaxing little whines and moans from you. "you are just jealous that I'm the one about to devour her right now," the bandaged man shrugged, but still complying nonetheless. His fingers hooked under your panties and swiftly pulled them down, breath hitching as he watched webs of your sticky arousal cling to the thin fabric. Chuuya noticed that your attention was on Dazai and he wasn't having that. He turned your face to the side and smashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as Dazai nibbled on the insides of your thighs. Just how did you get stuck between these two unbelievably attractive men?

...You sighed, slamming your shot of Tequila down, the alcohol burning in your throat. "And he just broke up with me like that! On my fucking birthday too! What the fuck?" Your friend only patted your back, frowning, "girl, I knew he was no good from day one. let's just forget about him for now, yeah? try to enjoy tonight?" You nodded, a frown etched on your face. "Yeah, I know...but I really loved him, y'know? Even though he was terrible in bed," you giggled, nudging your friend's arm playfully. "How about we get you some real action tonight?" She wiggled her eyebrows, both of you chuckling. "Who should I go for?" You scanned the bar, looking for your partner for the night when your eyes land on Chuuya. The ginger haired man was at a corner, sipping away at his expensive drink, target locked. You touched your makeup up a bit before strutting towards him, giving him your best doe eyes when he looks up at you, "You here alone?" He smirked, "No, I'm here with some... colleagues. What about you, pretty girl?" You took a seat beside him, grinning as he poured you a glass of the 20 something grand drink, "I'm here with my friend, We're here to celebrate my birthday." He handed you the glass, "Oh, happy birthday. how's your night goin' so far?" You sipped on the drink, scrunching your face at the bitter taste of the alcohol, "Well...not to spill my life story or anything, but I got dumped today," he frowned, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder, "Sorry 'bout that, hon. Must've been an ass to do that on you birthday." You laughed, staring in his greyish blue eyes, "Yeah.." he leaned closer, his breath fanning over your lips, you could almost taste the 'aged monopole' on his lips—

"chuuuuuuuyaaa~" Dazai interrupted you both with his sing-song voice, making you both jump. "What the hell are you doing here?" Chuuya gritted his teeth, clearly annoyed. You turned around to lock eyes with chocolate brown ones; oh, he was pretty. You could see a smirk splayed on his lips, winking at you before looking at Chuuya. "I thought I smelled a dog around here, and would you look at that? It's my dear ex-partner Chuuya!" The said man swung at Dazai, landing a punch on his stomach. "Oumph— I was wondering what you were doing with such a pretty woman," he said, taking your hand in his, kissing the back of it. "May I have the honour of knowing this pretty lady's name?" You giggled, "Of course, it's—" Chuuya cut you off by snatching your hand away, glaring daggers at Dazai. "Get the hell out of here, mackerel," Chuuya groaned. "This pretty lady has been through a breakup tonight, on her birthday, and I'm sure she doesn't need you annoying her to death too." Dazai only pouted, "Or are you just afraid that she'd leave you because of me, hmm?" He looked at you, smiling. "Trust me, baby. I can do much better than this malnourished ginger." You could see Chuuya's right eye twitch. "You really think so?" The brunette man leaned closer, towering over the both of you. "I know so." "Then let's fucking prove it."

...Everything after that was a blur to you. You didn't remember when you left the bar with them or when you entered the hotel. All you knew was that it felt so hot. It felt so hot when Chuuya pressed open-mouthed kisses on your nape and behind your ears, all while Dazai made himself comfortable between your spread legs. He shoved your panties in his pocket for later use, his tongue darting out to kitten lick at your puffy clit. He could feel your pussy throbbing on his tongue, clearly wanting more of his touch. Chuuya pushed the straps of your tight black dress down your shoulders, massaging your plump breasts while kissing you deeply. "Oh, you taste fucking divine," Dazai hummed, snickering when you clenched down on his tongue from the praise. "You like that, birthday girl? like it when I praise you?" You could only moan, nodding your head. The ginger man behind you flipped you over so that you were on your stomach, ass pressing against Dazai's face, and he moaned, calloused fingers spreading your cheeks apart as he slurped your juices up. Your cheek was smushed against Chuuya's dress pants, drooling on the expensive fabric. You could see the prominent bulge on his crotch, just begging to be touched. "Put that pretty mouth to use, darl'," he whispered, unzipping his pants and pulling his boxer's down, his cock finally springing free and slapping against his stomach. Your mouth watered; it was so pretty. Reasonable sized with a girth promised to make you see stars. The tip was flushed pink, precum pearling at his slit. You picked the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the large vein, making him hiss. He grabbed the back of your head, tapping his cock on your warm cheek, "Open up, hon." You happily obliged, sticking your tongue out for him to shove his shaft down your throat, making you slightly gag as tears prick your eyes. You gasped when Dazai pushed two slim fingers into your hole, your insides sucking them in eagerly. "There we go, sweet girl. Taking my fingers so nicely~" You cleched down on him at the praise, moaning around the fat cock in your mouth. The red-head shivered at the vibrations from your mouth. Tipping his head back slightly, fingers tightening their grip on your hair as you start bobbing your head up and down. It was messy; webs of his precum and your saliva was dripping down your chin, your mascara running down your puffy cheeks as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. Dazai scoffed when Chuuya smirked at him, successful in stealing your attention. He blew on your clit, making you jump. You tried to look back at him but Chuuya's grip was firm, patting your head softly before doing an experimental thrust in your mouth, tip of his cock nudging against the back of your throat. On the other hand, Dazai was getting lost in your cunt; skilled tongue swirling over your swollen clit, fingers curling against your g-spot, moaning into your pussy when you clenched particularly hard. Chuuya was now thrusting up into your warm mouth eagerly, holding your head down while muttering out small curses. He loved the way your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming feeling of Dazai eating your cunt like the best meal he's ever had while Chuuya fucked your throat 'till it burned, your lipstick staining his cock.

You jolted forward when a lubed finger pushed into your other hole, the feeling entirely foreign to you. Dazai's warm hand smoothed over your ass, giving it a playful smack, "Relax, pretty. You are gonna take the both of us, aren't you?" Your eyes widened, the both of them inside..at the same time— could you even handle it?

Chuuya patted your cheek softly, turning your attention to him, "You don't have to if you don't want to, we won't force you into anything." Your heart fluttered at his caring nature, hearts practically swimming in your pupils. You pulled your mouth off of Chuuya's cock, making him hiss. " 's okay.. I can take it," you whispered, making Dazai smirk devilishly, "that's my girl."

They switched places now; Chuuya between your pretty legs while Dazai eagerly thrusted up into your welcoming mouth, slobbering all over his cock. Your jaw was hurting from how hard he was shoving himself in and out, back arching like a cat's when Chuuya's long fingers brush against that one spot inside your walls. His tongue swirled around your puckered hole, making you squeal and try to kick your legs and fail, his hands firmly gripping them, "Behave," he growled into your cunt, making Dazai snicker. "How's she taste?" Dazai grinned, hissing when your tongue swipes over his slit. "Fucking amazing," Chuuya's eyes slightly rolled back, going drunk from your addictive taste on his tongue. Dazai's thrusts sped up, now hitting the back of your throat as you creamed all over Chuuya's face. He was glad your back was turned to him so you couldn't see him cumming in his pants like a pathetic teenager. "Came in your pants already?" Dazai laughed, cutting himself off with a groan as he holds your head down, cumming down your throat.

Dazai picked your already tired body up, placing you on his lap, telling you how good you did for them while kissing your tears away. "Now, get ready for the real thing," he smirked, slapping the tip on your clit before lining his cock up with your entrance. "Hope you're ready, princess," Chuuya uttered from behind you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, pushing your hair out of the way to kiss and nibble on your marked neck as Dazai pushed into you with a wet 'pop!' Your jaw slacking as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted out little praises. Your body was tense in Dazai's hold, clenching down on his cock when his fingers found your clit, trying to get you to relax and it worked as you went limp in his arms. Chuuya on the otherhand, was busy lathering lube all over his cock, pumping it a few times in his first before lining it up with your puckered hole. Slowly but surely pushing in, focused on how you moan into Dazai's lips, the smug brunnete swallowing your moans. "Does it hurt, doll?" He grunted, grabbing your hips for stability as he tried his best not to shove himself all the way in. "Hurts— hurts so good.." you slurred, eyes rolling back from the sheer pleasure of both of them inside you. His cock pushed fully past the tight ring of muscle, balls touching your ass while he shuddered, fingers digging into the plush of your hips so tightly that you're sure it'll leave bruises tomorrow. But you didn't care, not when you were stuffed full by these two men you had just met, creaming and clenching on their cocks. "God, she's clenching so damn hard. Aren't you, baby?" The man in front of you panted, fingers still rubbing circles on your clit, pinching the small bud when you whine and whimper for them. Chuuya turned your head around to face him, capturing your parted lips for a sweet kiss, rolling his hips experimentally and groaning when you tighten even further.

Your makeup had been completely ruined by the time they were finally starting to thrust in and out of you, the two of them perfectly synchronized with each other, as if they could read the other person's mind. Every time one of them pulled out, the other pushed in and vice versa. Your mouth formed an 'o' shape, clawing at Dazai's shirt as they worked you to your orgasm. Your brain couldn't function properly anymore, filtering out all thoughts besides the two men ravaging you right now, stretching out your holes and all you could do was lay there and sob out their names. "Oh shiit— did we fuck her stupid already?" Chuuya questioned, breathy moans and grunts leaving his swollen lips that were stained with your lipstick like his cock. "Sure looks like it, ah fuuck—" Dazai moaned, their rhythm slowly falling apart as their orgasm approached. " 'm gunna—" you couldn't even finish your sentence before squrting all over their cocks, head lolling back on Chuuya's shoulder as you twitched from the overstimulation. Dazai's hips stilled suddenly, shooting his seed deep inside of you, some of it dribbling out as he pulls out, some of it spurting on your cunt, coating your pussy lips in his release. Chuuya's arms hooked under your knees, bringing you to his chest as you screamed his name, tears flowing out of your puffy eyes like jewels. "Cumming— fuck!" He growled, slim hips pressed against your plump ass while he flooded your insides with his cum.

Your heavy eyelids widened when Chuuya lifted you up, now facing him. "What're you—" you gasped when you felt his cock prodding at your cunt this time, ready to fuck you to oblivion. Dazai gripped your hair from behind, tugging on it to make eye contact with you, "You didn't think we were done from just that, did you?" You whimpered at his low tone of voice, perfectly manicured nails digging into Chuuya's shoulders as he pushes into you again, your cunt fucked raw and sore. Bandaged hands spread your cheeks apart, groaning at the lewd view of his ex-partners cum flowing out of your hole. " 's too mph— much!" You babbled, wincing at Dazai pulled at your hair and landed a swift smack on your ass. "You can take it, honey," he bit his lip, slipping into your other hole with a loud groan, your eyes crossing at the mind-numbing stimulation.

"Shiiit— pussy grippin' me so tight," Chuuya moaned, throwing his head back as he thrusted into you vigorously. The three of you were rendered a drooling, panting mess; overstimulated and shaking as they bend and mold your body to their desire, turning you into their personal cocksleeve for the night and you loved it. Dazai's fingers found your nipples, pinching and pulling and the hardened buds, making you cry out even louder for them, slapping one of the soft mounds before flicking at your nipples again.

You felt something in your lower stomach turning, tightening as they thrusted in and out of your oversensitive cunt. Chuuya's hand suddenly wrapped around your throat, not gripping tight but hard enough to make you feel breathless and dizzy. Everything went white, you could hear ringing in your ears as you gushed all over them, your juices covering Chuuya's abdomen and dripping down his cock. A creamy ring had formed around the base of his cock, hands reaching everywhere they could before his hips stopped, his semen gushing into your walls and staining them white. Dazai came shortly after, burying his face into your neck as his cum filled your gooey insides.

They both pulled out before Dazai laid you on your back gently, softly shushing your sobs as you clung onto him, burying your face in his chest. His hand was splayed on your back, rubbing random shapes on your sensitive skin. "Shh, my pretty girl. Did so well for us, hm?" He whispered, kissing the crown of your head while Chuuya got up to get a washcloth and a glass of water. He handed you the glass of water and some pills, "birth pills," he clarified, looking away bashfully while Dazai snickered. You didn't even realize how dry your throat was until drinking the cold water, offering your burning throat some relief. "I should probably lea—" you got cut off by Dazai pulling you back into his arms burying his face into your soft chest, "Why not stay? I'm not the type of guy to let a pretty lady go home alone at 3 am after having such an intimate moment." Chuuya huffed and nodded in agreement, laying next to you before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Dazai pouted, scooting closer and shoving Chuuya's arm off of you. "A dog should know it's place, you should honestly go sleep on the floor," Dazai joked. "HAAH?!"

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 months

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Wet Sheets - A John Shelby/Reader One Shot Story.

Because we all love a bit of smutty John of a Monday morning. Yes, we do!

Words - 1,079

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

He wasn’t very adept at it, back when you first met him. You wouldn’t exactly say lousy, but he needed a little tutelage. Of course, John being John, he didn’t take it all too well to begin with, either.

“What the bloody hell d’you mean? Ain’t had any complaints before. I find everything I’ve gotta find down there alright, don’t I?”

Oh yes. With his fingers, he needed absolutely no guidance. Push in, hook over, rake, and there he’d take you right on a clear trajectory to the stars. His tongue, though? Hm.

“What you’re seeking with your tongue, John... it’s about half an inch from where you think it is.”

He’d huffed. He’d pulled his undershirt and trousers on, muttering about going for a smoke. You’d wondered if he was coming back at all after he’d been gone for fifteen minutes, but he did eventually return, smelling of tobacco and whiskey, pulling himself out of his clothes. His face had been set in steely determination.

“Right. Fucking get your legs open and show me.”

You did, showing him exactly where and how to use his tongue against you, and goodness, how you reaped the rewards of him deciding to stuff his pride down, be a good boy and listen. Now, whenever John has his mouth between your legs, you are reluctant to let him surface. Now, he has your pouring for him like warm honey without fail. Every single time.

“Fucking hell,” he mumbles, his fingers taking over as he pauses from beating the tip of his tongue rapidly over your clit. “I need gills!”

You arch an eyebrow, snorting softly with laughter. “Are you seriously complaining?”

“Nah, bab. Ain’t complaining at all, just saying, like. Got a right fucking little sex puddle on me sheets already, you have.” His words are delivered with much triumph, pressing his tongue against the wet of you, flat, firm heat dragging over your bud again and again. Your hips judder, John smiling at your reactions, long licks continuing as his eyes close and his buries his mouth against you.

His lips bathe your clit in a soft suck, kissing it, moaning around you, hands gripped tight upon your thighs as your soft cries fill the space. Each lick gilds you golden, pleasure thrumming through you, the swell of it rolling tighter the faster his tongue begins to move. Your thighs lock tight against his head, wailing as it builds, the dawn of your undoing spilling over his horizon as the glimmers burst forth.

Yet, he doesn’t cease.

“John... I... oh!” You whimper, shaking from oversensitivity, hands fisting the sheets. “But I already...”

He snorts softly. “I know, but just cos’ you came, it don’t mean I’m done. I ain’t no Johnny fuckin’ half a job, sweetheart.”

His teeth gently graze your bud, and it sends sparks glimmering through you, tongue rolling over you again firmly, heat misting your spine. His licks are gently placed to begin with, little flickers chased to skittered heat once more, the hot wrap of pillowy heat from his lips encircling your clit, your body shivering in response.

He sucks a fever at you, tongue circling, hands gliding over your thighs, your cunt trickling onto his tongue as he opens his mouth to drag a firm lick through your folds. The fever of it rushes over you, winds tight, held in the orbit of his control as moonbeams shine through the darkest depths of you once more, coming apart again quickly.

Those little pin pricks of ecstasy are still tingling as he kisses his way back up your body, sating you with the thick intrusion of his cock, his mouth landing upon yours as he begins to fuck you slowly into the little puddle his tongue created.

“Like this big, hard cock, don’t ya, love?”

“Mmm,” you groan, your nails trailing the shortly shaven sides of his head. “You know I do.”

He gives you a few more long thrusts a little punt of his hips daggering him deep each time he pushes forth, head dipping to lay kisses over your clavicles. “Turn over, bab. I wanna watch your arse bounce as I fuck ya.”

He slips out, lust blown eyes watching as you arrange yourself accordingly to his wishes, John giving you a little spank on the bum before returning himself to you with a lust-soaked groan. Anticipation creeps over your muscles, feeling him push against you, the stretch of him sending tingles through your walls. He splits you wide, fills you deep, his hands gripping your waist as he fills and empties you with long, even strokes, and god, if you could see the smile on his face at how good you feel.

It rolls through you like a storm, your gangster lover not remaining contained for long before he’s pounding into you savagely, his abs trembling as his hands fist tight in your hair, pulling your head back. Mutual moans fill the room with the sexiest harmony of sin, your walls fluttering around him, heat creeping up through him like a vine ascending, taking hold of his senses in a swirling tempest.

White hot pleasure glints through you, tumbling down your spine like a shooting star, John reaching beneath you to rub circles at your clit as his cock punches you deep, splits you wide, remakes you around him. He grits, a groan like tumbling boulders echoing through his chest as he fucks a storm of nirvana through your body, your hips pushing back against him as you cry out.

Your voice breaks on his name, your waves flooding his shore as you come with a feral wail, his body rapidly driving against you until his cock jerks and he’s joining you, tight bliss come undone, his head resting upon your back.

“Fucking hell,” he pants, laying soft kisses against your spine, “that’s proper done me in, that has.”

You giggle softly, feeling him slide from you, pulling your spent body to rest against his in the messy tangle of bed linen. “Not so much that you won’t be able to do it all over again a bit later though, I hope?”

His grin is wide and devilish. “Like I said, bab. I ain’t no Johnny half a job.

Some of his god-given talents truly required no further instruction. The way he fucks you remains as beyond perfect as it ever was, ensuring the sheets beneath you never stay bone dry once he's done.

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cannniballcutie · 19 days

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könig just wants a little wife... 💋

hey guys! totally having brain rot about trying to hook up with and finally lose your virginity to könig, but he just totally doesn't understand the concept of something casual...

totally inspired by this post u guys its toooo good... go read it rn @gremlingottoosilly is literally a mastermind 🌝🔪. but!! this is also based off of an experience i had with a guy that i met recently so let me know if you want to hear that story as well cuties :p

cw: sketchy situations, fem!bodied reader, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, very slight m!receiving oral, dom/sub dynamics, cnc/dubcon, i'm rereading this like, damn this bitch rlly put herself in this situation... AND she wants to do it again 🤭

before he picked you up outside of your apartment complex, könig was just some man that you'd met online, and decided to meet up with irl because of his sweet personality! he was so much kinder than the other pervy guys on those websites, and he complemented you frequently, although he would regularly ask for a photo of your hips in different positions, and that he'd asked you to facetime while you sucked on a strawberry lollipop, not letting you end the video call until you finished licking at the last bits of sugar left on the stick, your lips red from the sweet dye. he even had you eat before taking you to a hotel of his choice, making sure that you'd hydrated and were soft from the warm food he had recommended, although he ensured that you didn't feel too full :( he wanted to make sure that you saved room for him in your sweet, soft body. when you arrived at the hotel room he immediately went about setting up every detail, turning on the tv to a true crime documentary, claiming it was relaxing, before making sure that you were comfy by giving you every pillow in the entire room and essentially making you a nest. he chuckled and muttered about, how much he 'wished you were snuggled up like this in his bed every night,' before climbing over the pillow walls behind you and forcing you into a little spoon position!! he loved the domesticity of the situation, you in your comfy clothes while he had you presses against his chest. könig has you wrapped up in his arms soooo tight omg. like his bicep is all the way around your mouth as you struggle to breathe with the combined pressure of his arm around your torso, absentmindedly groping your tits.. he just felt soo strong so of course you bit into his bicep.. hard. his hand immediately shot up your big hoodie as he groped you, pinching your nipples between his rough fingers. you whimpered when you felt his hard cock against your bottom, and you squirmed at the sudden feeling. he began inhaling your hair and neck, his nose poking into the pace behind your ear. he turned you over and cradled your back while he pulled your sweater over your head. könig remained fully clothed in his sweatpants and loose black shirt, making him feel even bigger when he pulled you onto his lap and started biting your breasts and sucking as though he expected your sensitive tits to produce something for him. you began to whimper loudly into his neck until he brought his hand up to cover your mouth as he let you bite and suck on his fingers, absentmindedly squishing your cheeks with the fingers that you weren't greedily sucking on, his mind focused on biting and groping your sensitive nipples.

he suddenly removes his hand before reaching down with it to take off your panties and rub your naked folds while you straddled his lap and try to focus on kissing him while his other arm reaches around your back and he slaps your ass too hard!! making you fall forwards and onto his lap :(

könig starts fingering you hard enough for you to be seeing stars and weeping into his mouth until he decided you were stretched out enough for him and he made you crawl down to his dick and roll a condom over his hard cock with your mouth, and his skillful fingers directing you while he groaned softly at your timid licks to his covered tip.

he roughly pulls you back up to his level, before turning you and laying you down with your back in your mountain of pillows while he began teasing your pussy with his tip while you cried, embarrassed and trying to close your shaking legs. he kept them open with his thick thighs before he started easing himself into your tight entrance. but he was sooo big and you couldn't handle him for long before you started crying in earnest while he began pistoning into you at a breakneck speed. he didn't stop, and you felt your hips bucking up into his cock as he drills you further into the bed with his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans and sobs of overstimulation. he thrust into you harder, focusing on the prominent bulge in your tummy from his cock, your legs shaking and chest heaving as he kept grunting about how hard it was for him to bottom out and how you were too tight.. and how he didn't want you to stop moving your hips into his, "like the little minx that you are," then his hand moved over your stomach while he kept moving until you came while he bullied his cock into your stretched cunt. after he finished inside his condom and pulled you into a sitting position, making you look at the bloody sheets that were underneath the space where your bodies were still connected. he whispered about how you had been such a good girl you were for him, and that your pussy had been especially good to him, staining him with your blood so you both knew you belonged to him. you felt embarrassed and hid your face in his neck so he couldn't see your tear-stained face. every part of you felt so messy when he carried you to the other bed and moved every pillow from the used bed into the clean one, making you put your sticky panties back on, along with an oversized zip-up hoodie that he produced from his backpack.

he went to the bathroom before coming back to cuddle with you where you were curled up on the side of the bed. he made you kiss him before he pushed you back onto your side and secured you against his chest, holding you as tightly as he could while you whined about how sore your pussy felt. he massaged your tummy where his cock had been just 15 minutes before :( pressing down before he pulled up the blankets over the both of you, keeping his arm over the blanket to really muffle your whimpers while he gently fondled your bare breasts under his hoodie, whispering promises to you that this wouldn't be the last time he had you all to himself, sighing into your hair about how he, 'couldn't wait to make you a mütterchen to his babies,' fantasizing about 'making you live with him so he could take your cute pussy raw and make you his doting housewife.' 😖

i love you all and the overwhelming love on my last post was swooo encouraging!! thank u guys :p

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xanqels · 9 months

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For I Have Sinned.

DarkCorruptedPriest!Joel Miller x Innocent!Reader

Summary: Father Miller sets eyes on you, and decides then and there that you are to be ruined by him.

Parings: joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT!!! No outbreak au! reader is a virgin and very naive, loss of innocence, corruption kink (he’s into taking her vcard), blackmail, dubcon, virginity loss, fingering, slight humiliation(?), bit of mocking, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweet girl etc), dirty talk, using the lords name in vain, unprotected piv (wrap before you tap), power imbalance, oral (f receiving), age gap (reader is mid to late 20s, Joel is late 50s), Joel is an asshole in this, mentions of god/the bible/sinning. Conclusion: Joel should not be a priest. if there’s any i’ve misses please let me know.

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: I would like to thank @chloeangelic for inspiring me to write this and also giving me some encouragement, and I’d also like to thank @toxicanonymity for inspiring me to write dark!joel and creating the joelkemon universe. Also I do apologise if the timing of the story is a bit everywhere, this is my first fanfic!! any and all criticism is welcome with open arms.

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He still remembers the first day he met you.

You and your family had brought him a pie, a cherry one. They wanted to welcome him, congratulate him for becoming the new priest in their humble town. A sweet gesture from such a perfectly sweet girl and her devout family.

He remembered your face, he could draw it from memory if he wanted to - if he could draw, that was. The perfect mix of beauty, grace and innocence stood before him that very day and he was hooked. Hooked on your gaze, your smile, your scent, but most of all, your innocence and blind naivety to the world.

He knew then and there, that you were his to ruin.

Every Sunday from then on, his eyes were stuck on you, what you were wearing, the way your cheeks flushed when your eyes met his. Everything about you was mere perfection. A sight of innocence, of naivety that he couldn’t wait to take hold of and ruin for every other man.

He wanted his name to be the last thing on your lips at night, and the first thing to be spoken in the morning. He wanted to curse your mind with images of him, to make you worship him instead of God. And so, in his mind he curated the perfect plan to get you alone.

“Go forth, knowing that you are cherished,” His voice, a deep texan accent, talking to the congregation, “chosen and empowered by the Creator of the Universe.” But why did it feel as though he was talking to purely you? His words, so enchanting you lingered on every line he spoke. His sermons were fresh, new and slightly modern. A stark contrast from Father Rafferty’s sermons.

“May his grace be upon you. Now and forevermore.” He looks up, eyes scanning the room before landing on yours. Dark brown iris’ peering into your soul, as you feel your cheeks flush. He likes the way your cheeks blush when you look at him. You want him. You need him, he tells himself. “Amen.” He states as you look away, the rest of the congregation, including yourself muttering a simple ‘Amen.’

As you and your family stand up in preparation to leave, Father Miller approaches you, a wide smile on his lips with his Bible and rosary beads in hand. “Mr and Mrs Spencer.” He says, shaking your fathers hand. “How lovely it is to see you again.”

“Well, Father, we could never miss one of your services.” Your mother speaks as you look idly at the floor, eyes tracing over the darkened, dented wood from where people have walked over time. You tune out the conversation, feeling ashamed for dropping Father Millers eyes earlier, and feeling so stupid for blushing.

“Won’t you, honey?” Your fathers voice snaps you out from your thoughts, eyes wide as you look between the three of them. “Pardon?” You ask, heart thumping in your chest.

“Father Miller wants you to help him decorate the church for Easter Sunday. There’ll be plenty of other people there. I think it’d be an excellent idea.” Your father says, as your eyes dart to Father Millers. He smiles, a sweet smile. A comforting, pleasant smile which puts you at ease. Those dark chocolate brown eyes, soft and kind.

You nod, and he clasped his hands together in glee. “Well, perfect. It’ll take a little while, but there’ll be plenty of breaks and we’ll provide food. Hopefully you don’t mind me keeping your daughter occupied for the entire day.” Father Miller says, and your parents don’t seem to mind. Just as long as you’re being the perfect catholic girl you’ve always been. Just as long as you’re kept out of trouble, and as long as you help Father Miller with whatever he needs.

A devout catholic you were. Born and baptised, risen in a strong catholic household and desperate to please the priest. You’d do anything he’d say or ask, as long as it wasn’t a sin, and Joel knew that. He knew how desperate you were to please someone so close to God, his messenger, how you itched to be as pure and holy as one could be. He knew he’d got you wrapped around his little finger

And so, the plan was set in motion. And at 11am on the following Thursday, you were there at the church doors, pushing the solid oak open as you walk into the dim room, the only form of light being the candles Father Miller had lit and the sun shining through the stained-glass windows.

Expecting to be met with various murmurs and fellow church-goers, you find the place empty. Completely deserted, almost, until your eyes lay on him. Tall, stoic and his gaze piercing at you, taking you in. Your small frame, your long white dress, the way your hair lay against your shoulders. The image of innocence.

He smiles, that same sweet smile that he gave you the previous Sunday. “You made it.” He says, walking towards you with his arms out, almost as though he was going to envelope you in a hug.

But he didn’t. He clasped his hands together, rubbing his palms together. “Father Miller.” You exhale softly, eyes scoping the otherwise empty church. “I thought we were all meeting here at eleven. Where is everyone?” You ask, twirling a strand of long hair around your index finger.

He shrugs. “‘m afraid I don’t know. I did invite them.” He says, lying through his teeth. You wouldn’t know that, of course. Too naive to think any differently, to even have a thought that Father Miller may just lie to you. Truth is, he didn’t invite anyone else. Not a single soul. It was only you and him.

You frown, clearly unhappy with the way no one else seemed to turn up but you. The way they so blatantly chose to ignore Father Miller’s need for help. “But you asked for help, surely they should’ve come.”

“Perhaps they got busy.” He lies, looking around the church, eyes glaring at the empty walls. “Anyways, this place won’t decorate itself.” He grins, turning and walking towards the back, hand gesturing for you to follow.

And you do, obediently. Into the back room of the church, full of foldable tables and chairs, boxes of decorations and broken pews. It’s dark, and smells of dust and mildew. The smell violates your nose as you try to adjust to the light, and then Joel flicks a switch, and a singular, dim lightbulb sparks to life.

You grimace at the surroundings. Untidy, dusty and slightly damp. There’s a dark oak table in the corner of the room, covered in cardboard boxes that are filled to the brim. Obviously this room hardly gets properly taken care of, but in a small town like yours, you aren’t surprised. Most of the things that enter this room hardly come back out, unless needed. But, you aren’t here to judge, you’re here to help. Help this poor, middle-aged priest who blessed the community with his sermons and his striking good looks… wait what?

You sigh as you approach the table full of boxes, slender fingers prising open the lids and rooting through the boxes of old memories and décor.

Behind you, Joel was hungrily glaring at your figure. The way you got to work without any questions. So submissive, so silent. Oh, how he can’t wait to hear you moan his name. To cum all over his cock, to..

“Father Miller?” His thoughts are cut off by your melodic voice drifting through the air. “What exactly are we looking for?”

He chuckles, slowly approaching the table. “Sweetheart, it’s not Sunday, and we’re not in a sermon. Please, call me Joel. Let’s drop the formalities for now.” He smiles, looking down at you, and then, his hand is on your lower back. Hardly an inch above your ass. “Just some decorations. Some banners, the candles, my white robe should be in here somewhere.”

You gasp, the feeling foreign and leaving a strange feeling in your loins. You look up from the boxes of discarded mess, eyes meeting his. “Father Miller..” You start, but he glares at you, eyebrows raised. You squint your eyes shut and scrunch your face up, mentally cursing at yourself for not using the name he’d asked you to use. “I mean, Joel..” You clear your throat. “Why would your robe be in here? Surely it should be at your house, or somewhere safe atleast?” Your eyes slowly open, meeting his again.

He looks at his hand, gliding it up and down your back slowly, as though he was comforting you. “Well, William – Sorry, Father Rafferty left it in here for me. Just haven’t had chance to come rootin’ through the boxes.” He hums, a low tune, a soft one. “So, Sweetheart, tell me.. have you ever sinned?”

The abrupt question makes you freeze up, frown at the thought and straighten up slightly, eyebrows furrowed. “What sort of a question is that?” You ask. “Of course not. Well… I don’t think I have.” You say, wracking your brain for an answer. It’s normal for him to ask these sorts of questions, right? He’s just looking out for you. To make sure you’re on the right path, that you’re pure and holy. You’ve never even looked at another man in a sinful way, let alone kiss one. Sure, you might think the odd boy is cute, and maybe you’ve looked at Father Miller – Joel in a different way, and that’s made you feel sinful. You have to admit though, his scruffy salt and pepper beard, dark eyes and calloused hands are no match for any of the local boys. Joel was beautiful. Handsome, even. But he was thirty years your junior, and the priest. It’d ruin his career and his relationship with God, yours too. You couldn’t do it to yourself.

“You’ve never kissed a boy?” He asks, curiosity peaking. You knew kissing wasn’t a sin, but it’s not like you needed to worry about it. You shake your head, saying nothing. “Would you like to kiss one?” He asks, his body suddenly moving to engulf yours, his crotch right against your ass as he wraps his arms around your waist. You shudder at the movement, his breath hot against your ear.

“Father, I’m not sure this is right.” The formalities are back, you’re unsure, nervous and confused. Never once has he acted this way towards you, so flirtatious and curious. And yet you find yourself wanting more. A burning forming deep inside of you.

“Joel.” He corrects. “And it’s alright, darling. Won’t do nothing you don’t want me to do.” He grabs your hips and turns you around in his arms so you’re facing him. He places his index finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look at him, his eyes piercing yours.

You swallow thickly, eyes scanning his features. His scruffy beard is stark in contrast to his combed-back hair. The weathering on is face is showing, proving his age, showing how wise he is. He’s gorgeous, for an older man. You never would’ve assumed he was in his fifties, had he not told you. You bite your lip, weighing out the pros and cons in your mind of potentially giving your first kiss to this man.

“Just tell me what you want, Darlin’.” He speaks, “it’s not a sin. Well, it’s definitely not a sin if you kiss me. We won’t be doing anything wrong.” He urges, watching intently as your tongue pokes out and swipes against your lower lip. You nod, if anyone should know about sin it’s him. If anyone should know what’s right or wrong, it’s him.

He doesn’t waste a second, closing the space between the pair of you, his lips pressing against yours. They’re plump and warm against yours, and you’re not sure what to do. You try to copy his movements, lips moving when his do. It’s hard and confusing at first, but you manage to get the hang of it slowly. It’s innocent at first. Soft, sweet and oh, so innocent. But the more he presses against you, the more your back presses against you solid oak table. The sharp edge digging into your back, the pain making you gasp. Joel takes this opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips. A wet, warm foreign feeling in your mouth.

It’s a long kiss, deep and hungry. His tongue prodding and attacking your mouth every so often, and you could swear you feel something warm and tingly in your lower stomach. You’re stood awkwardly, hands by your sides with absolutely no sense of direction, that is until Joel takes your hands and places them around his neck. You allow it, and as you settle in, his hands find their place on your waist, calloused fingers digging through your cotton dress.

You wince as he nips your bottom lip with his teeth, and you pull away, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. His eyes dark with a newfound fire in them, and something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Fuck angel, you taste so good.” Joel whispers, his hand coming up and brushing through your hair as he takes your form in. Slightly plumped lips, red and glossy from your shared saliva, eyes wide and still in shock from the moments. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He leans in again, and even though you expect for him to kiss you again, his lips find a new place – on your neck. His beard tickles the sensitive skin, his lips trailing down your neck to your collarbone, which only just peaks out of your modest dress. Your breath catches in your throat, the fire in your stomach growing strangely stronger, more apparent. You sigh out as he plants a wet kiss against your collarbone, his tongue gliding from your collarbone up to your earlobe.

“Such a good girl.” He murmurs in your ear, his fists grabbing your dress and starting to pull it up. You gasp, placing your hand on top of his to stop him, shaking your head.

“No.” You state. “That’s a sin, I can’t go any further, Father. It’s not right.” You tussle in his grip. “I’m waiting until marriage like I should, like God said I should.”

“Oh, sweet girl.” He purrs, slowly shaking your hand off his. “It’s not a sin if you do it with me. It doesn’t count.” He lies, tugging your dress up so it’s just above your waist. He slips his free hand into the waistband of your panties, hissing as his fingers are met with your arousal. “Oh, baby.” He purrs, his finger skilfully prodding your clit. You whine in his arms. “You’re so wet, so desperate.” Wet? That’s what it is? You’re aroused? By this? That strange, unfamiliar feeling in your gut was caused by him?

His fingers swipe your clit, moving at different angles until your face twisted in pleasure and your mouth drops open. A strangled moan comes from the back of your throat, a noise you didn’t even know you could make. A noise you shouldn’t make, but you can’t help it. You can’t stop the chorus of moans falling from your lips, and to Joel it sounds just like a hymn sung in church. So beautiful and melodic to his ears. He loves it.

His index finger trails down, making you frown at the loss of pleasure, prodding your tight hole. You gasp, immediately itching to get out of his grip again. His grip only tightens, and he pulls his hand out of your panties. He looks at the wetness on his hand in the dim light, admiring the shine and your embarrassed face. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, Sweetheart.” He winks before popping his fingers in his mouth and sucking your juices clean off them. You at him in both shock and awe as he reaches behind you and clears the table off, boxes falling on the floor with decorations scattering around the room.

He lifts you up, your dress still hiked around your waist as he places you on the table, stepping between your thighs. “You gon’ show me all of you, pretty girl?” He asks, caressing your face with the same hand he just sucked clean. You felt sick to your stomach, but at the same time, you yearned for more.

“Forgive me, Father..” You mutter quietly to the man himself upstairs, as you nod your head and lift your arms up. Joel takes complete advantage of this, removing your dress and discarding it on the dirty floor. You know it’ll be dirty and possibly ruined when you retrieve it after, but you’re sure you’ll make something up to appease your parents.

He whistles lowly at the sight of you in your underwear, and since he asked if you would show him all of you, he doesn’t ask if he can unclasp your bra, he just does it, hardly giving you time to react. The cool air immediately makes your nipples harden, stiff peaks standing to attention, desperate to be touched. To be manhandled and played with. He discards your bra ontop of your dress, his hands coming back and cupping your boobs.

You bite your lip at the new sensation as he fondles them “Do you trust me?” He asks, what a stupid question – of course you do. You nod, and he removes his hands from your breasts, his fingers sliding into the waistband of your panties. You lift yourself off the table slightly, after a glare of expectance from Joel, and he pries your soaking wet panties from your body, the soft pink colour now darker where wet.

“Oh, Darlin’.” He groans as he fingers the damp patch, and your cheeks grow hot again. “I’ve hardly even touched you. Hardly even shown you what a good time I can give ya.” He grins, a devilish grin, as he stuffs your soiled panties into his back pocket.

You shiver in anticipation, any worries of sinning or ruining yourself for marriage being long gone. After all, Father Joel Miller said it was okay, and that it wasn’t a sin asking as you did it with him, and he wouldn’t lie to you, right?

He kneels down in between your legs, groaning as his knees click, a sign of his old age. It should snap you out of this, remind you this isn’t who you are, but it does the opposite. Makes you yearn for him, crave him. He grabs your thighs and thrusts you closer to him so your ass is just barely on the table. With one arm wrapped around your waist, he uses his free hand to gently spread your lips, your pussy shining with arousal in the dim light. Glistening, calling for him, he exhales shakily. “Gotta stay still for me, Baby, okay?”

He dives forward, your soaking cunt spread open for him still, and he places a gentle, chaste kiss on your clit. A simple movement that has you jolting, and him chuckling at your reaction. A low, monotone tune.

“God girl, you’re a nasty little thing, huh?” He doesn’t even give you time to answer before he licks a straight line from your tight hole up to your clit. Your moans have his cock rock hard, painfully stretching against his pants. If he doesn’t get to fuck you, he’ll definitely masturbate to the thought of your moans, the way your cheeks were red and eyes glossed over.

He repeats it a couple of more times, licking stripes up your pussy, purely doing it to wind you up and tease you further, as if you weren’t already a soaking mess for him. He takes pity on you and your whines, leaning forward and wrapping his plump lips around your clit, ravenously devouring your pussy as though he hadn’t eaten for days.

It’s pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before. So intoxicating and mind numbing, you could live on this feeling. Your hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles turning white as you moan, your hips subconsciously rocking and grinding into his mouth. “Joel.” You groan, and he only hums in response, noisily lapping up your leaking juices.

He brings his hand down, the one that was spreading your lips, and gently prods his middle finger against your tight hole. He gently pushes it in, despite your slight squirming and whines, holding it still to allow your pussy to get used to this new feeling, to this intruder. Then, he’s slowly thrusting his finger into you, all the while he’s completely devouring your pussy.

The feeling burns slightly, but is quick to wear off as it soon turns to pleasure, his finger hitting a certain spot that makes you see stars, that makes you unaware of how loud you are, how pitiful you sound. You don’t even realise he’s brought his second finger into the mix until the burn returns and you feel yourself being stretched out further.

You cry out, your hand shooting to his wrist. “Stop.” You command, voice wavering. “Too full.” He pulls his head away, chuckling lowly at the command.

“Too full?” He asks, “How do you expect me to fit my cock in your pretty pussy if you won’t even let me put my second finger in?” He raises an eyebrow. “I thought you were my good girl, are you not? Look at how wet you are, how well you’re taking my fingers.” He gently pushes his fingers in further as he speaks. You look down, the sight simply sinful. Your tight pussy engulfing his large calloused fingers, your juices all over his fingers and knuckles.

“Slowly.” You demand, gently releasing his wrist, and thankfully, he does. He pushes his fingers in, and you’re full. Fuller than you were before, and you didn’t even know that was possible. To feel so filled up and yet.. good? It’s slow, the way his fingers thrust in and out of you, inching deeper every time. It’s progress when the burning subsides, and you nod at Joel.

“Better.” You confirm, and he doesn’t need to ask twice.

His fingers slowly pick up the pace, his tongue attacking your clit again, your hips grinding against him, desperate for more friction, and you don’t even realise you’re doing it.

The burning in your lower abdomen grows stronger, more apparent. Like you’re building up to something momentum, something life changing. “Joel.” You moan. “Fuck, oh God.” You curse, not caring for the moment who hears you curse, or use Gods name in vain. You’ll pray later.

He pulls his lips away from you, smirking up at you. “Gonna cum, baby?” He asks, but you’re unsure. “Let go, Sweet girl. Show me how you cum all over my fingers. Show me how bad you can do.”

Your mouth drops open as his fingers hit that special spot, eyes seemingly rolling into the back of your head as it washes over you. The best thing you’ve felt in your life, crashing over you again and again. You see white flashes, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. You don’t even realise that you’ve grabbed Joel’s wrist again to keep him in place, your hips rocking back and forth on his fingers.

You’re sweaty, beads of sweat have fallen down your chest, your thighs, and when you come to, you feel filthy, sinful, wrong. Like you’ve just had a piece of you taken. You look down, mouth dropping open as you gently release him from your ironclad grip. “I’m so sorry.” You blubber.

He pulls his fingers out of you, grinning wide at his accomplishment. “Look at that..” He pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking them dry. “Not so innocent, huh? You naughty girl. I heard you curse Gods name.”

“Please don’t mention that to anyone. It was wrong of me. I’m sorry, that shouldn’t of happened.” You plead, the thought of what the community may do to you scares you. You’ve seen what lengths they go to in order to shun someone. “I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them.”

He smirks. “Well, you could do one of two things. You could get on your knees at home and pray to God that he’ll forgive you, although there’s a very low chance of that happening, you sinful little minx.” He chuckles at your sorrowful face. “Or, you can turn around, bend over and let me fuck the sin out of you. I’m sure he’ll forgive you if every drop of sin has been eradicated from your body. Your choice.” He stands, groaning softly as his knees crack again, that reminder of his age causing your pussy to pulse in arousal.

You sigh, wordlessly standing up on wobbly legs. You turn around, gently laying your sweaty body against the table. Your stomach covered in the wetness you’d left behind, the rest of your body being welcomed by the coolness of the wood. “I want him to forgive me.” You squeak.

A feeling of pride in his chest, he smiles. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, and then the rustle of his pants as he pulls his cock from out of his boxers. He holds his hand out infront of you. “Spit.”

You gather all the spit in your mouth, spitting it into the palm of his hand. You wonder what he’s going to use your saliva for. “This isn’t going to hurt more than your fingers, is it?” You can hear him stroking himself with your spit, a wet, sloppy sound. You can’t help but wonder what his cock looks like. Is it big? Is it thick? Is it tanned like his sunglowed skin?

“Different for everyone, Angel. Shouldn’t hurt for long if it does.” He says, his free hand adjusting your form slightly. He stands behind you, getting himself into position. “The fact you just came should make it so much easier, and less painful.” He gently pushes the tip of his cock into your tight hole, hissing.

You cry out, the burning sensation stronger than ever as you feel yourself being stretched out around his thick cock. Tears prick your eyes. It’s unpleasant, you feel like you’re being ripped into two, like his cock is going to break you. “Too big.” You cry out again.

He tuts. “You said that about my fingers.” He rolls his eyes. “Too big.” He mocks in a slightly girlish tone. This isn’t the Miller you know. This is someone entirely different. His whole demeanour has changed in a matter of seconds, from the second you bent over for him, he’s far more dominant. “We got my fingers in, didn’t we? Just breathe.” He reaches his freehand down, rubbing your clit in small circles to get you to ease up.

You do as he says, taking deep breaths in through your nose as he continues to stretch your tight hole out around him. It takes what seems like forever before he finally bottoms out, and you hear him sigh. He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust before starting to slowly thrust into you.

The burn takes a while to ease off, but when it does and you finally get to embrace the feeling of being truly full up, you’re in shock. You thought two fingers was full, you were wrong.

“This pussy is so fucking tight.” He grunts, his hips slapping against yours as his pace speeds up. “Should’ve fucked you sooner, Pretty girl.” You moan in response, table creaking as he fucks you against it.

“Deeper.” You blurt out. Your body and mouth no longer felt like it belonged to you, it belonged to your lust. Your desperation to cum all over his cock again.

He obliges. “So fucking needy.” He scoffs, but smirks as your moans turn into callings of his name and strings of curses, the tip of his cock nudging that oh so sweet spot you’ve learnt to appreciate in what feels like seconds.

The sounds of skin slapping, moans from you and grunts from him echo around the room, bouncing off the walls and right into your ears, reminding you how your innocence is gone, how you’re no longer pure. How sinful you’ve become, something you’ve lived your entire life avoiding. Something you were taught to never even think about happening, something you were taught to shun others for. And now look at you, what a hypocrite. Bent over a table, being fucked by a man, who despite being very attractive, is decades older than you.

That same feeling is forming in your stomach as he fucks you harder, faster, deeper than before. He’s chasing after his own orgasm too, he can’t help but crumble when it comes to you. You’re just too perfect, and your pussy is his own personal brand of heroin.

It comes abruptly, without any warning, attacks you and your senses. You’re blinded by stars, head dizzy and body feeling heavy.

He gasps, grunting loudly. “Oh, you dirty girl.” He moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy and shallow. Your pussy strangles his cock as you pulsate around it, and it pushes him over the edge.

You can feel him spilling his hot cum inside of you, his cock pulsating in response to your pussy pulsating around him. He collapses on you for a minute, his clothed chest against your naked, sweaty back. You stay like this for a while until you clear your throat and he gets up, his dick now soft as it slips out of you, a mixture of your juices trickling down your legs.

He steps back to admire the view. Your ruined pussy, pumped full of his cum, pulsating around nothing. He hums as he tucks himself back into his pants, tutting at the small wet patch near his zipper. “Messy girl.” He mutters.

You gently push yourself up, grimacing at the feeling of the mixture of your juices trickling down your soft, shaky thighs. You bend over slowly, picking your discarded bra up from the floor and putting it back on. “Can I have my underwear back?”

He shakes his head. “They’re mine now, Angel.” He gives you a cheeky grin. You groan and point down to the mess trickling down your legs, and his response to that is to give you an old rag from one of the boxes.

You clean yourself up the best you can with the resources you’re given, but it’s not enough. He’s pumped you full of his cum and it’s still trickling out. You just decide you’re going to have to pray for the best. You pick up your once pristine white dress, now crumpled and dirty from the floor. You pour, seeing as it was picture perfect only this morning. You sigh, placing it over your head.

“Now, come on. We’ve got a church to decorate.” He winks at you, grabbing a box of decorations and walking out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and feelings.

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Tags: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

A/N: sorry but i think it’s absolutely ironic that I’m posting this on the day i’m actually going to church (christening).

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Stranger Things Fic Rec

Let me get one thing out of the way: absolutely nobody asked for this. But I love these pairings and stories so much I had to share it with you all. This is heavy on Steve/Billy with some Steve/Eddie sprinkled in.

If you've never read Stranger Things fic, or when you saw this post thought "oh yeah, that 80s kid monster show" I encourage you to give these a try! You don't have to know much about the show besides the bare bones of the plot. (And my ask box is always open for Qs!) If you like angsty teenage boys who are in denial about their feelings and hate their hometown, read on.

Now, on to the porn and depravity!

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We'll Go Down in History by @eternalgoldfish | Billy/Steve

Hawkins High takes a field trip to Baltimore to see historical sites and Steve would rather jump out his hotel window.

Notes: So much teenage angst and tomfoolery in this one! A little more lighthearted than others on the list. Gets to that theme in ST that I love: the idle hands of teenage boys are the devil's playthings.

Dom 4 Hire by @lazybakerart

Steve is naked, on his hands and knees, in the apartment he shares with his high school sweetheart for a man he only just met in person five minutes ago.

Notes: From the second I saw Steve Harrington on screen I knew that boy was a sub dying for someone to call him a good boy. And Billy is just the dom for the job. My only complaint is that I wish this was longer!

Maybe we're something uncool by desert_dino | Steve/Billy

It’s only noon; Billy knows neither of them have work that evening, and their shitty gen-ed biology lab was cancelled. They’ve only been hanging out for an hour, and maybe Billy isn’t quite done fucking around with Harrington yet. Maybe he’ll indulge him.

Notes: Cocky Billy is what the world needs! Great banter and dialogue. Just a snapshot of what I imagine their afternoons would look like, and the teens of Hawkins would be like "why the fuck are they always hanging out?" totally oblivious.

slipping through by sightetsound | Steve/Billy

It was the weed, and the pilfered whiskey from Steve’s daddy dearest they passed back and forth. It was actually how Steve’s eyes caught the moonlight. How his mouth moved when he spoke, and how it curved on a grin Billy would call relaxed when they were alone. Admitting as much felt too much like giving ground, and so it was the weed and whiskey.

Notes: Really bittersweet, heartfelt, and sincere. A different kind of pace for this pairing.

You Get Too Close by @trashcangimmick | Steve/Billy

Steve sits at the back of the bus on the way to a basketball match in Gary. Billy Hargrove sits right across from him.

Notes: Be for real- when we saw that basketball and shower scene we were all hoping it would go in the direction of this fic. Gives me the vibe of an 80s porno in the best way.

Reflecting on the Longest Wavelength by @trashcangimmick | Billy/Hopper

Billy’s heat hits early. Jim Hopper happens to find him before anyone else does.

Notes: This pairing is a little rouge, I don't see it often and its hard to pin down for me past all the basic tropes. I really like the A/B/O world-building here and find myself returning to it.

#stranger things #stranger things fic rec #harringrove #steddie #fic rec

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carryonafi · 2 months

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games we play.

ashton irwin x reader; SMUT!!🔞

a/n: hiii 😋 there’s a ton of really cool stuff coming up!! but for now here’s this little college oneshot that i wrote sort of on a whim. it’s a short little thing, but possible part 2??

enjoy!!

words: 2.1k

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It was hard to focus on the lecture when all you could see in your peripheral vision was the impatient shuffling and sounds of fabric against each other. He cleared his throat, adjusted his pants, twirled his pen, tapped his fingers on the desk — Jesus, what was his problem?

Your head whips in his direction to finally look at him, shrugging your shoulders in an exaggerated, animated way to get his attention. You mouth those exact words to him, “What’s your problem?”. Oh, that boy. His cheeks were flushed a light shade of pink, his pupils were dark and blown out which hid the forestry green of his irises. Ashton wanted something from you.

He reached into his pocket, slipping his phone out and began furiously tapping the screen. Instinctively, you reached for your own — but not before rolling your eyes and giving a faux sigh of annoyance. Before you could even type in your passcode, your phone vibrated in your hands.

“i need you.”

“like, right now.”

A few days ago, you had met Ashton at a party and he insisted on giving you his number. The way you two met would be a story for another time, but it didn’t leave much imagination to how he suddenly became attached to you. He blew up your phone every night with one text after another, each vibration making you wonder why you had ever agreed to do anything with him in the first place — but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Something about having this guy, notorious for having countless girls on his arm 24/7 made you feel pride. Ashton was texting you, asking you to hook up on his lonely nights when he didn’t want to keep his hands to himself.

However, your eyes scanned the texts with caution, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought and… maybe it was on purpose just to make that visibly uncomfortable boy driven even further into his teenage mind.

“… and?”

You replied quickly, seeing him jump out of the corner of your eye, to which you smiled and immediately drew yourself back into watching the text bubble.

“you should meet me in the bathroom.”

You could see him, biting his nails and tugging on the collar of his shirt as he waited for your reply. You wanted to tease him a bit more, but he looked so antsy and you couldn’t deny that you wanted this too.

“fine, go. i’ll be there in 5”

It was like a switch went off, his chair was roughly pushed out as he tripped and struggled to push it back in towards the desk. You bit back a smile, shutting off your phone and keeping your eyes on the professor at the front of the room while others around you two looked at Ashton struggling to stay quiet. You didn’t give him a glance, instead, you listened to the sound of his footsteps as he moved among the aisles and exited the room.

A minute or two went by, you checked the time, then your surroundings before moving out of your seat much nicer than Ashton did a few moments prior and exited the room yourself. You would be lying if you said your heart was beating at a regular speed, that was the only thing you could hear accompanied by the sounds of your boots on the floor as you made your way through the halls.

“You know what my favorite thing about this is?” You heard a voice from your left, startling you and causing your heart to beat even faster.

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you?” You whisper-yell, my eyebrows furrowing as Ashton gestured with two fingers for you to come closer.

“I don’t think there’s that much ‘wrong’ with me.” He whispered back, a cheeky grin on his face as you approached. You didn’t have to be this quiet… but the pressure of trying to make minimal noise made this much, much more arousing. “Anyway, I was going to say I love how considerate this place is, y’know? The family bathrooms with one stall?”

“Yeah, very considerate.” You mumble, taking a few steps into the bathroom and closing the door behind yourself. Ashton locked it, the sound ringing in your ears. Nothing could have prepared you for the moment that he cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours, hastily walking you backwards so his back was pressed to the tile and you were standing in front of him. It was always like a competition with him, trying to see who could make out with the other faster, who could bite the other’s lip first, who could shed their clothing the fastest — but you needed to be quick.

“Want you to suck me off.” Ashton sighed against your lips, his hands tracing the curve of your neck, down your shoulders and over your sides… each feathery touch of his fingertips sent shivers down your spine.

Despite your need, you pulled away from his endless string of kisses and looked him in the eyes. There it was again, the sparkle in his eyes and the swollen pink of his lips which gave you that one last push to give him what he asked for.

“That's all you want?” You tease, your eyes trained on the way his tongue darted out over his bottom lip before he sucked in a sharp inhale.

“No.” The reply accompanied a smile. “But I don’t think we have much time.”

“Hm… this might have to continue after class, won’t it?” Ashton was thinking the same, you could see it in the way he blinked and swiftly nodded his head. His floppy hair fell into his eyes, removing one hand from your hip to push it to the side to get a clear view of you in front of him.

“You’ll actually let me come over this time, right?” His lip stuck out slightly, showing your boring eyes a pout. “Please, baby?”

Ashton could make you melt, you gave him a sigh just like you did before and nodded. Without you saying a word, he was already smiling like an idiot. Then with one last sweet peck to his pouty lips you slowly dropped to your knees. One first to brace your impact then the other, your skirt was short enough to not cover your knees and you could feel the cold tile beneath your skin. You could hear Ashton, pulling in a shaky breath with your lips inches from his clothed erection. This drove you crazy, but hell, it would be a while before you admitted that.

“Come on… stop teasin’.” He whined above you, soft edges to each word he spoke. You couldn’t deny him any longer, your own eagerness halting any further rational or creative thought. Ashton just looked so good, and this vulnerability he was showing set a fire burning within your abdomen.

Your hands slowly wandered up his thighs, playfully struggling with the stubborn button and tugging down his zipper in one swift move. Ashton bit back a sound of relief from the pressure being released, he replaced that sound with a soft sigh. It was obvious he was holding it in.

“You’re so tense.” You mumble, fingertips creeping up towards the hem of his jeans and catching the fabric of his boxers. Your plan was to remove them both at once, but these pants were tight… how the hell did he wear these? “Didn’t even know you could get like this.. so pent up.”

“Jus’—“ Ashton hissed, getting visibly impatient. His words came just before you tugged his jeans down to give you more than enough access. The sound that slipped past his lips once you wrapped a hand around his dick sent another chill down your spine, the way his eyelids fluttered and his head fell back against the wall. Ashton was a sight. You wanted more, you wanted more than anything to see him come undone within minutes then having to go back to class with non-stop thoughts of you on your knees making him dizzy.

Your eyes stayed trained on his face, not breaking the hold you had on him as you leaned forward and let the tip gently brush across your lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He pleaded, unable to take his own eyes off of you despite how badly he wanted to lean back against the wall again.

You wanted to say so much, but that wanton look on his face stopped you. Ashton looked too good to resist, and you weren’t one to deny him his pleasure anymore.

You slowly took him in your mouth, watching his lips part again and those wide green eyes gradually blinking and flickering closed. Ashton made so many… expressions, ones that urged you to take more of him in your mouth so you could see the other faces he could make.

“Shit…” He mused, hips pushing off of the tile wall as he rested a hand atop your head to guide himself further down your throat. His eyes lit up like a genius. “Wanna fuck your mouth, can I do that, please?”

That’s definitely not what you expected to come out of his mouth, but with your own quite occupied, you hummed an affirmative response around him and he caught the hint. Ashton bit down on that swollen bottom lip of his, letting out another groan that sounded more like a cocky laugh of satisfaction from deep in his chest. “Too fuckin’ good to me.”

Everything moved a bit quickly, but he was still quite gentle. His hand held your hair tightly, the sting just enough to bring you to whine but not enough to cause awful pain. Ashton acted all “bad boy”-ish, like he didn’t care who he was fucking or how, as long as he got to cum— but oh he cared. Even as you whined his grip loosened to a more comfortable position.

His hips lazily rolled to feel the drag of your tongue against the underside of his cock, that warm, inviting feeling of your mouth engulfing him completely as he cautiously analyzed your face. These soft, pleasurable sounds would make themselves known in the echo of the bathroom over those minutes. Through labored and uneven breathing he used you to his disposal, the thought making you squeeze your legs together.

You swallowed around him and hollowed your cheeks, but that’s what made him lose control. He sucks in another breath, muttering a few curses as he pleads with you to repeat that action without any words. Ashton was getting close, how his hips stuttered and lost the slow, steady rhythm they had just a few moments ago.

“Fuck, fuck— yeah, just’a bit longer, baby.” He said in this obscene tone of voice which dripped from every syllable. His hand held you tighter again. “Fuckin’ look at you, god…” With one final moan which sent vibrations coursing throughout his nerves, that was the last thing he needed as he reached his orgasm without a second thought.

Ashton caught his breath, his chest rising and falling under the force of his rough exhales. Another idea crossed his mind.

“Fuckin’ hell— can you swallow? Want you to show me.” He breathed, and it left you no choice but to deal with the taste and obey. You stuck out your tongue coated in his cum long enough for him to see, then retracting and doing just as you were told. Swallowing him down, then opening your mouth again to show Ashton that every last drop was gone. He nodded in approval, taking his eyes off of you just for a moment to straighten himself up and zip up his jeans.

“What do I get in return?” You asked playfully, expecting him to have a dumb response already on the tip of his tongue. But he hesitated.

“You’ll see if you let me come over.” There it was, he wet his lips and flashed a bit of a smile. You returned it, rolling your eyes as you straightened out your own outfit. “Wanna let me get under that skirt, maybe?”

“Quit talking, go back to class. I’ll wait a few minutes.” You looked over at the mirror, running your fingers through your hair as you followed Ashton’s movements in the reflection. His eyes tracing over your frame, lingering a bit too long on your skirt.

“No one cares, you know? Just come back with me.” He pressed, catching your eyes in the mirror. Once he realized that you weren’t budging, it was his turn to roll his eyes and sigh. “I’ll see you.” Ashton mumbled, a hint of amusement still laced in his voice that urged you to smile as you waved him off. This would continue, the game you were playing wasn’t over.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos one shot #5sos smut #5sos x reader #ashton irwin x reader

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zhounauts · 2 months

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CONVERSATIONS WITH THE MOON; p.sunghoon

lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıılıı.lllııılı. "conversations with the moon - grentperez" ㅤ p.sunghoon x f!reader no warnings highschool!au not proofread

" boy you know you’ve fallen in her trance⠀,,⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

when it’s late at night i speak to the moon. it sings to me in sweet melodies, a tune　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

there were nights when sunghoon couldn't sleep. underneath his comforter, hugging a pillow to the chest and looking towards the ceiling. and there were times, during these nights, when his mind wandered off to you.

you, the new girl in class you, the new girl who laughed a laugh so enchanting you, the new girl who he had sworn his heart away to

maybe he was psycho, maybe he had gone crazy, but you took up all the space in his head. there was no one else he could talk about you to, jake and jay wouldn't let him ever live it down. you, a girl who he knew nothing about, who had him absolutely enamored.

and so, he turned to the moon, it sat in the sky so quietly, offering no response, and only lending him it's light.

boy you know you’ve, fallen in her trance even though she messes up all your day plans

sunghoon never meant to show up in the library after school. he had just shown up once he had heard you, you and your bright smile, as you sat at a table with your friends surrounding you.

he had meant to go home, meant to go to the convenience store to get ramen, meant to go do his homework, yet the pull of your laugh worked, catching and hooking onto him.

he stands at the door, unsure, and awkward. he isn't quite sure what to do now , before the librarian calls him, and he quickly moves inside, settling down at his own table.

no that can’t be no not just yet, not falling for some girl that I’ve just met, so quit telling me that she’s the one when the story that you’re writing hasn’t even begun i’m not in love, i can see no she’s not the girl made for me

despite knowing he had a fat crush on you, he still wanted to deny it. there was no way a girl he had never talked to, was able to keep him up at night, was able to make him imagine stupid stupid things, reduce him to a little boy.

his conscious didn't help either, whispering him stupid things of how you were the one, his one and only, his soulmate.

there was not yet even a connection between the two of you, not even an acquaintanceship and here he was, giggling and kicking his feet, dreaming up stupid what if's.

and so he denied, shoving you out of his mind, trying to shove you out of his heart.

when i close my eyes at night she’s all i see or maybe it’s all in my head because i know i’d much rather have her, in my heart instead

yet his plan, to shove you out of his life all comes crashing down as you move your desk next to his, setting your backpack down on the ground and giving him that smile he had admired for so long.

now that he's closer to you, he notices things he's never noticed before. that small mole on your right hand, the smell of your perfume, the way you spin your pencil. it's all too much for him, you are so close, so near.

sunghoon hate's how awkward he is, unable to say anything but an awkward, robotic 'nice to meet you i'm sunghoon' before shutting up. for some reason though, you find him funny, laughing at his introduction, and introducing yourself to him brightly.

'i'm y/n, nice to meet you as well sunghoon,"

his relationship with you is soon officially upgraded from strangers, to acquaintances to friends, as he's able to now form coherent, flowing sentences with you. yet, he still can't deny the way he feels his heart stop beating when you smile at him, or when you laugh at his stupid dad jokes that no one else would ever laugh at.

and while he was sure of his feelings beforehand, now that he knew you, his feelings were solidified, and the place you had taken in his heart became permanent. there was no turning back now, you had a hold on him, and he was in love with you.

i’m in love, now I see oh she’s had a hold on me how i smile when you walk in the room when i lay i will think about you in this conversation with moon

networks: @a-dream-bookmark @zumblrnet @k-films

a/n tried making this aesthetic so uhm. . .anyways enjoy!!

#sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #k films #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon x you #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #enha fluff #enha #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha sunghoon

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maggiedanikka · 11 months

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Let Me Go (Epilogue)

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: none, teenagers being teenagers, ANGST (but you knew that), bittersweet ending

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Reader is married and shares a child with Hangman, Life and circumstance drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily

A/N: Here it is the epilogue of Let Me Go. I can't believe this story that I thought of during my commute to work last summer, a story that I didn't anyone but me would care about is now at its official end. Even if it did take almost a year, and several hiatuses to get here. I will admit this past year has been some of the hardest of my life, with so many changes and obstacles I've gone through. But this story, this community has always been a safe space for me to run to. I'm sure that not everyone will be happy with how I chose to end this story, but this past year has taught me to trust my instincts as a writer and I will not please everyone, but I hope you understand why I went with what I did. I don't know if you all know this but Let Me Go is actually the first full-length multi-part series I've ever created, and I just wanted to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for taking this journey with me. Whether you've been here from the beginning, if you're a casual reader, someone who has waited months for me to update, to the people who have left me kind and supportive comments, and even to those who weren't necessarily the kindest. Thank you. Enough with all of that, without further ado, Let Me Go the final FINAL part.

Declan Belmont had Astrid pressed against the brick wall at the back of their high school. They definitely should not have been skipping 4th period, but the feeling of how soft her lips against his and the sounds of her whimpers as he grabbed the skin of her hips, definitely made him forget about the important test review they were currently missing.

“Dec, slow down.” She pulled herself away from him, trying to even her breath.

“We are not hooking up next to the soccer field.” She told him with a raised eyebrow.

He let out an exaggerated groan before turning them both around until Declan’s back was the one against the wall.

“Fine, fair enough” He chuckled as he gave his girlfriend a small peck on the lips.

“I can’t help it, you look so good today.” He sighed pressing his face into her collarbone breathing in her scent.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He mumbled into her chest.

Astrid let out a giggle, pulling his face away from her.

“You say that everyday.”

“And it’s true!” He exclaimed

“Every. Single. Day” He pecked her lips in between every word.

“You’re such a dork.”

“YOUR dork.”

“Ew you sound just like my dad.” She said, feigning a disgusted face.

“Speaking of your dad, when are you going to introduce me to your family?” Declan asks her, his once joking demeanor fading to nervousness.

Astrid backed away from his touch, putting distance between them.

“Dec..”

“Come on Atty! We’ve been official for almost 6 months! You’ve met my mom, my brother, even my stupid cousin.”

“Your cousin doesn’t count, we have trig together.” You pointed out.

“Okay fine, but besides the point, you’ve met them!”

“Are you ashamed of me?” He asked solemnly

“No! That’s not it Dec! My family is just…” Astrid stops to piece together her thoughts.

“They’re absolutely insane!”

“My aunts and uncles are so loud ALL THE TIME. It’s basically impossible to get ANY work done whenever they’re around.”

“Don’t get me started on how nosey my Uncle Mickey gets. Like I think that man forgets that he’s nearing 50 and does not need to know why Beca from fourth grade and I aren’t friends anymore.”

“Or how my Aunt Nat and Uncle Bob, LOVE to torture my dad and the sweet little imbecile he is always takes the bait.”

Astrid didn’t notice how intense her tirade was until she felt her face heating up and Declan staring at her in amusement.

“Sorry..” she told him embarrassed at her outburst.

“You should really breathe in between monologues, you were turning blue babe.”

“See what I mean? They make me CRAZY, and I didn’t want you to see that side of me quite yet.” Astrid admitted.

Declan chuckled before approaching Astrid, wrapping his arms around her waist, and using a finger to have her look up at him.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I happen to like your crazy.” Declan kisses the pout off of Astrid’s face.

“And I really like you, and I don’t see anything short of you committing murder, changing that.”

“Can I get that in writing?”

“I’ll even get it notarized.”

“Lucky for you, my family’s monthly barbeque is happening tomorrow, and I can maybeee get you an invitation.”

“Aw you’d do that for me babe?”

“I guess, and I do happen to know the host of the party.”

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Declan felt a knot form in his stomach as he stood outside Astrid's house, trying to muster the courage to knock on the door. He knew he shouldn't be nervous, but he couldn't help the feeling of apprehension that was creeping up on him. What if her family didn't like him? What if he did something embarrassing? What if he accidentally insulted someone?

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Technically this was his idea, and Astrid had continually warned him about her family’s many quirks but assured him that they did have good hearts. But she didn’t elaborate further. Declan now mentally kicked himself for not asking more questions about them, now he was going into this meeting blind with no preparation or any talking points.

“Fucking Amateur Hour Declan!” He muttered to himself, there’s no going back and changing the past now. He couldn’t stand on the front porch forever.

Finally, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. He could hear the sounds of laughter and conversation coming from inside the house, and his nerves intensified. After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open and he was greeted by an older man, a silver fox with a broad chest wearing a leather military flight jacket. He wasn’t very tall but it didn’t make him any less terrifying.

“So you’re the boy our little Astrid has been seeing.” He greeted Declan with a grin

The man had a warm smile and Declan felt himself release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

Declan held out a hand towards the older man to shake.

“No need for all of that son, welcome to the party!”

The older man pulled Declan into a hug, clapping him on the back and dragging him into the house.

“Don’t scare him off Pete, he just got here!” A beautiful older woman with brown shoulder length hair and kind eyes laughed at the man.

“Sorry about him Declan, he’s just excited.”

“I’m Penny, and this is Pete.”

“Call me Mav, son.” He smiled at Declan.

They led him to the back of the house towards the glass doors with a deck where he had a a clear view into the backyard.

He saw a handful of men and women standing around the large yard. They held themselves in a way that made it obvious that they were military despite being out of uniform.

Declan felt his previous nervousness return, feeling his throat get dry. He placed his hand on the door to open it, when he realized that he never properly greeted Astrid’s parents.

“I am so sorry, I was so nervous that I forgot my manners. It’s so nice to finally meet you Mr. and Mrs Seresin.” Declan beamed at the older couple.

“Astrid is an amazing girl and its an honor to meet the people that raised her.”

Penny and Mav stared at Declan in confusion before bursting into laughter.

Declan stood confused at the sudden outburst.

After they settled down, Mav clapped a hand on Declan’s shoulder.

“You flatter us son. But we’re not Astrid’s parents.”

“I am Atty’s godmother, and Mav here is her grandpa.”

“Hey! You say that like I’m old!” Mav pouted.

“If I’m her grandpa that makes you her grandma.” He pointed out.

“No way old man, I am perfectly happy being Auntie Penny.”

“Yeah Yeah.” Mav wrapped an arm around Penny’s waist giving her a kiss on the temple.

Declan felt slightly awkward watching this interaction, he wasn’t exactly used to PDA from adult couples, mostly due to his own family history of divorce. But most of it stemmed from the embarassment of wrongly assuming his girfriend’s parentage.

“You can relax son, we definitely helped her parents with babysitting and carpool, but we can’t take credit for the woman she’s become.” Mav explained.

“And don’t worry about us, if Atty likes you, then we like you.”

“And that goes for all those other meatheads out in the backyard.” Penny reassured him.

Declan nodded as the couple led him to the outside.

“Look whos here!” Mav announced to the other attendants of the barbeque.

The group waved and roared with excitement, greeting Declan from his vantage point on the deck.

“Hey Dec!” His girlfriend greeted him.

Declan momentarily forgot his troubles as he took in his girlfriend’s appearance. She looked like sunshine in her frilly yellow sundress, her head adorned with a puffy white headband, her smile beaming as she walked towards Declan’s position on the deck.

“You’ll be okay son, we all got your back. The only person here you need to impress is that guy.” Mav pointed at a younger man, taller and somehow more menacing looking, manning the grill.

Declan took a hard gulp as Astrid finally approached him, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the stairs of the deck towards a gathering of 3.

“Dec, This is my Auntie Nat, Uncle Bob, and Uncle Mickey.”

“Guys, this is Declan Belmont, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meet you Declan.” The woman greeted him.

The shorter man with wire framed glasses simply smiled and nodded at Declan in greeting.

The final man, seemed to be of hispanic descent with short buzzed hair.

He surprised Declan by pulling him into a hug.

“Its nice to finally put a face to a name!” Uncle Mickey beamed at Declan.

“We all know how picky our Atty can get, so you must be something special.”

Uncle Mickey pulled back on hug before throwing an arm around Declan’s shoulders and pulled him aside from the group and whispering.

“ I want to know everything, do you know what you want to do after graduation? Anything you’re thinking of studying? How did you and Astrid meet? Do you love her?”

“Uncle Mickey!”

“Fanboy!”

The other members of the group obviously heard everything from the forced huddle despite Mickey’s attempt at whispering.

“We’ll reconvene later.” He gave a final whisper before turning back around to the rest of the group.

Declan found purchase by Astrid’s side one again wrapping an arm around her wasit.

“Oh no you won’t Uncle Mickey.” Astrid glared at Fanboy.

“Yeah leave the damn boy alone.” Phoenix added.

Bob stood silently in the middle amusement clear on his face, holding in his laughter.

“But mija, How am I supposed to find out?”

“Fanboy, the boy has been here less than 5 minutes and you’re already giving him the third degree.” Phoenix rolled her eyes at her frend.

“I just wanna get to know him better, see why Atty likes him so much.”

“And don’t act like I’m the only one who’s curious” Fanboy pointed at his friends.

“You know what, you’re right!” Bob finally spoke out.

“I do wanna know.”

Natasha stared at her friends in disbelief, before her face released its scowl in a look of agreement with the two men. Crossing the middle and standing by the two male daggers.

“Traitor!” Astrid frowned at her aunt.

“Sorry kiddo, Fanboy’s got a point”

Astrid’s face turned red in embarrassment.

“Y’all promised to be cool.” Astrid pouted.

The three aviators shot her an apologetic look with a shrug.

Declan felt so much warmth and joy from watching his girlfriend interact with her family, despite their antics they all clearly deeply for one another. Almost made him forget about the menacing man across the yard watching his every move. Especially at his hand placement.

He quickly took his hand off of Astrid’s waist. Which took her by surprise, and made her think that he was horrified at her crazy family.

“I am so sorry about them Dec. I asked them to be normal ” Astrid turned to him with pleading eyes.

Declan was confused at her uneasiness

“Don’t be! I think they’re sweet.” He replied joyfully.

“And I will be happy to answer any and all questions you all ask me.” Declan announced to the three before distractedly looking off to the distance back to the man by the grill.

“Then why did you..?” Astrid began to ask but trailed off as she followed her boyfriend’s line of sight, her aunt and uncles doing the same.

“Ahh, the big man.” Mickey deduced.

“Him? A Big Man?”

“Are we looking at the same person right now?” Phoenix raised an eyebrow at her friend.

“I mean yeah he’s not a big man to us, but imagine how Declan feels right now.”

“Guys, you’re not making it any better.” Astrid sighed.

“Don’t worry about him, he only looks like a grizzly bear, in actuality he is a big soft teddy bear.” Phoenix reassured the boy.

Declan was still frozen in his place, feeling smaller he’s ever felt in his life.

“He’s gotta meet him at some point kid, go rip the bandaid off.” Phoenix reminded her niece.

“You’re probably right Aunt Nat.” Astrid sighed.

“Come on Dec, lets go.” Astrid grabbed Declan’s hand and dragged him towards the grill.

“Dad!” Astrid exclaimed as walked towards the aviator, with Declan in tow.

“This is my boyfriend Declan.”

Declan felt frozen in place, never feeling quite as intimidated as he had in this exact moment. He outstretched a hand, a gulp trapped in his throat. The older man gave his hand a firm shake, his grip tightening and holding Declan’s in a steel grip, staring him down.

“Dad, stop it.” Astrid chastised the man after several agonizing seconds that felt like hours to Declan.

“But its so funny.”

The man released his grip and his entire demeanor changed in that exact moment, like a light switch being flipped. The stoic look on his face changed to a dopey grin.

“You should’ve seen your face! You look like you’re gonna pee your pants!” The older man chuckled.

Declan laughed awkwardly alongside the aviator.

“I’m sorry Dec, my dad thinks he’s funny.”

“You used to think I was funny.” Astrid’s dad pouted.

“Yeah when I was 4”

“When I also used to think mac and cheese and mashed potatoes mixed together was the greatest food to exist.”

“But Atty…you still think that.” Declan muttered.

The two men maintained eye contact with one another, their grins slowly getting larger before bursting into laughter.

Astrid stood still in her spot, a frown planted on her face.

“Come on babe, just joking around with your dad.”

“I think I liked you better when you were afraid of everyone.” She glared at her boyfriend.

“Sir, has she always been this intense?”

“Yup, even when she was a little girl, terrifying minimum wage teenage face painters who merely suggested to paint her as a butterfly, insisting yoshi was cooler.”

“Please tell me you have a picture sir.”

“Come on.. You know I do.” Both men laughing with one another once again.

“I can’t believe you two are ganging up on me!” Astrid exclaimed.

“And I still stand with that previous claim, Yoshi is cooler than a butterfly.”

“You’re just further proving our point babe.” Declan smiled, reaching for Astrid’s hand once again, now feeling more comfortable.

She dropped his hand in a huff, folding her arms across her chest.

“I’m not a big fan of whatever.”

“This.” waving a finger between the two men

“Is”

“Come on Little Chick! I thought you wanted me to get along with your boyfriend.” The mustached man pointed out.

“Well the two of you can get along all you want in this corner, I’m going to talk to Uncle Javy and Uncle Reuben. At least they’re nice to me.” Astrid pouted as she walked away from Rooster and Declan.

Declan had the biggest smile plastered on his face watching his girlfriend walk away.

“She’s something isn’t she?” Rooster referred to Astrid’s retreating figure.

“That she is.”

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Declan was honestly having a really nice time. He couldn’t remember the last time that he was at an event with extended family. It was just him, his mom, and his brother (sometimes his aunt and cousin) for as long as he could remember. Large in part due to the divorce and his dad constantly traveling for work. So it meant a lot to him that Astrid’s family welcomed him with open arms.

He had spent the better part of the hour asking Astrid’s family members funny embarrassing stories from her childhood, and he also got to meet Astrid’ Uncle Javy and Uncle Reuben, with a few more attendees joining.

Declan was currently helping Astrid’s dad with the grill, with Mav often coming around to nitpick the younger men’s work. And Rooster telling him to “fuck off, old man”, with Astrid and Penny laughing at their antics.

What confused Declan was the lack of appearance from Astrid’s mom. Astrid had never mentioned having a single father so Declan knew that she probably had a mom.

He was about to open his mouth to ask when he was interrupted by the sound of the backyard fence opening and his girlfriend’s booming voice.

“Daddy!”

Daddy? Wasn’t Declan already standing next to her dad?

An older blonde man dressed in service khakis had arms wide open for Astrid as she ran towards him nearly knocking him over.

“Bagman!” Astrid’s (other?) dad exclaimed.

The other attendees of the party approached the man.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Phoenix smirked

“We thought you’d be out in the Pacific for a few more weeks.” Payback commented.

“Well y’all know me, I get shit done.”

“Plus, I missed little Pixie over here.” He answered hugging his daughter once more.

How did Declan not know that his girlfriend had two dads? How heteronormative for him to assume that his girlfriend had a typical nuclear family? Then again she’s never mentioned too much of her family.

The aviators threw greetings and questions at Hangman, with the man in question trying his best to answer them all.

Declan stood at the edge of the crowd, bewildered at the new addition. Jake noticed the unfamiliar boy amongst the group.

He parted the group stopping all conversation and made eye contact with Declan.

“Now, whos this?” Jake asked walking towards the boy.

“Oh, daddy this is Declan. My boyfriend.” Astrid smiled introducing him.

“Boyfriend already?” Jake turned to Bradley.

“I thought we had more time.”

“Thats exactly what I was thinking, I was not ready.” Bradley clapped jake on the shoulder.

“I am 16. I am more than ready. You should be too” Astrid rolled her eyes at the two men.

“As long as you’re not ready for other things.” Bradley raised an eyebrow at the girl while Jake gave Declan a death glare.

Astrid’s cheeks turned bright red.

“Dad, Daddy, you’re embarassing me!” She was mortified at their behavior.

“We just wanna make sure this boy is not gonna pressure you into something you’re not comfortable with.” Jake explained.

“I would never sirs!” Declan interjected.

“I can vouch for him Hangman, hes a good kid.” Bradley responded.

“I’m going inside, this is mortifying.” Astrid ran into the house.

“Do you need me to-?” Decaln started to follow behind her before being stopped by Jake.

“She’ll be fine son, you stay right here.”

“ Rooster might’ve vouched for you but I’m still gonna take a peek under your hood. Make my own conclusion.” Jake led Declan to the outdoor seating beside the deck stairs.

“So Declan right? You got a last name?” Jake asked as they both sat down.

“Belmont sir.”

“Belmont? As in Vice Admiral Richard Belmont?” He inquired.

“Yes sir, he’s my father.”

“I know your dad, he works right under me, good man, dedicated to the work, dedicated to his country.”

“He works under you?”

The pieces finally connected in Declan’s brain. Astrid Seresin. Seresin. Commander of the Pacific Fleet, Admiral Jacob Seresin.

How did not put that together before?

Declan stood up abruptly, assuming a salute stance.

“I’m sorry to be disrespectful sir, I did not know you were THE Admiral Seresin.”

“My father taught me better than that.”

“At ease son, no need for all of that.” Admiral Seresin chuckled

Declan dropped the salute but still remained standing in stance.

“Did Astrid not tell you?”

“No sir, we did not speak too much about our families.”

“Well if you’re really afraid of being disrespectful, kid, you gotta know that all of these people are decorated officers.”

“Them right there are Captains Avalone, Lennox, Lee, and Bassett.” He said pointing to the men and woman that Astrid introduced as Uncles Billy, Brig, Logan, and Auntie Callie.

“Maverick was also captain before he retired.”

“Over there are Rear Admirals Floyd, Garcia, Finch, and Machado.”

Uncle Bob, Uncle Mickey, Uncle Reuben and Uncle Javy.

“Finally, Old Rooster and Phoenix over there. Vice Admiral Trace, and Admiral Bradshaw.”

“Holy Shit.” Declan gulped.

“So you better treat our Astrid right, if you’re smart you can forsee how people with our experience can ruin your life, in more ways than one.” Admiral Seresin warned.

“Understood sir.”

Declan shifted in his spot, desperate to change the subject from the possible harm that would befall him if he ever made the mistake of hurting his girlfriend.

“So my father works under you, sir? Last I spoke to him he was stationed to the Pacific.”

“Yes, that’s where I just returned from. Your dad is still out there though.”

“Yeah I figured, I reckon he would’ve called by now.” Declan tried to hide his disappointment.

Jake read him easily however. He quickly remembered his absence from his daughter’s life earlier in her childhood. Immediately feeling sorry for the boy, he motioned for him to sit once again

“I get it, it's hard, I wasn’t around much for Astrid’s childhood, I was too focused on getting to.. Well here.”

“Was it worth it sir?”

“Not sure I can answer that, I missed a lot, but I was lucky enough to have someone who understood my ambitions.”

“I don’t know how y’all did it sir, especially since you being the Commander of the Pacific fleet and Atty’s other dad also being an Admiral.”

“And especially with the stigma you two had to face with the Navy.”

“It was a little weird and difficult at first. But Astrid made it worth it. And Bradshaw has been a big help.”

“Well you two raised an amazing daughter. How long have you been together?” Declan inquired, knowing about the rampant homophobia that still unfortunately plagued the military branch.

But seeing how well respected and high in rank the two men were he knew that couldn’t have been easy, but now they’re both in positions where no one would dare to criticize them.

“How long have we..? Wait. Do you think me and Bradshaw are..” Admiral Seresin broke out into boisterous laughter.

“Hey Rooster! Get over here!” Declan looked at the older man in confusion as the second Admiral made his way to the duo.

“What’s up Bagman?” Rooster responded as he halted his jog.

“Come and give me some sugar.” Jake chuckled as he brought Bradley into a tight embrace planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

Declan felt his face heat up at the PDA presented in front of him by his girlfriend’s fathers.

Bradley stumbled back after Jake released his hold, a look of amusement on his face.

Hangman threw an arm around the other aviator.

“Not that I’m complaining, but not sure how my wife is gonna feel about you planting one on me Bagman,”

Rooster laughed.

Wife? Now Declan was even more confused than before. Astrid’s dad has a wife and is also with her other dad? Is the wife okay with this? Is the wife also with Commander Seresin?

Declan felt a migraine coming on from the heavy wheels spinning in his mind trying to piece together his girlfriend’s interesting family dynamic.

“Nicholas Bradshaw! If you don’t stop running right now, you’re not getting any Ice cream!”

Declan’s thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a woman that looked like a more mature, not necessarily older version of his girlfriend making her way down the deck, running after a little boy that looked like a miniature version of Admiral Bradshaw.

Is this the wife? She was very beautiful. Admiral Bradshaw is a lucky man.

Declan had so many questions. The boy he gathered was Astrid’s little brother. And then the woman , possibly her mom??? Declan just became more confused with every passing minute.

Both Admirals stared at the woman in adoration as she chased after the boy.

“But Momma, Uncle Jakey is here!” The boy ran into Admiral Seresin’s arms who picked him up with a chuckle.

“No love for your dad buddy?” Rooster feigned hurt.

“Uncle Jakey. Toy please.”

“Ouch! Little man, and here I thought you were just happy to see me.” Jake answered also feigning hurt.

“Sweets! Come and meet Pixie’s boyfriend.”

“Sorry for messing with you Dec, you just made it too easy.”

“Now who’s this?” The woman approached their chattering.

She had kind eyes and a beautiful smile. She was dressed in a sundress that almost mimicked the one his girlfriend was wearing except in an emerald color.

“Declan, Ma’am nice to meet you.” Declan nervously held out hand to the woman who shook it gently.

“I’m Astrid’s mom, y/n. And you must be the boyfriend we’ve hardly heard anything about.”

That one annoying song that his sister used to sing non-stop, Stacy’s Mom he thinks it’s called, never made more sense to him than at that moment.

Don’t get him wrong, Declan loved Astrid, more than anything. But in some kind of alternate universe where they weren’t together and he didn’t know her and her entire family. He would proudly declare her a MILF, but at risk of pissing off his girlfriend, her grandpa, godmother, her large array of uncles and aunts, and her dads who also happened to be top ranking navy officers, he would never admit it to another soul.

“So where have you been hiding?” Astrid’s mom asked jokingly.

“Mom! Dad! Daddy!” Astrid shouted as she exited the house and jogged down to the outdoor furniture.

Astrid slid into the gap between Declan’s arm and torso, laying a hand on his chest.

“Stop giving him the third degree.” She glared at her parents.

“Hey! I was just introducing myself to Declan here since you refused to give your poor mother anything.” Her mom pouted while poking Astrid on the tip of her nose.

Astrid stuck a tongue out at the older woman.

“Yeah okay mom, stop acting like you didn’t grill me about Dec last night.” Pointing a finger at y/n.

“It’s not cute, mother.”

“Your mother happens to be very cute.” Bradley wrapped an arm around the older woman planting a kiss on her forehead.

Jake nodded in quiet agreement, but Declan noticed a glimpse of sadness behind his eyes. He wonders what’s that about.

“Ewww Mom and Dad, can you please not do that in front me and Dec.” Astrid exclaimed, further burying her face into the crook of Declan’s neck.

“How come you two can have PDA and me and your dad can’t?” Her mom responded.

“Because you’re old.”

“Don’t listen to her Sweets, you’re as beautiful as the day I met you.” Jake chuckled.

“Atty!” A small voice originating from lower ground whined.

“Oh her buddy!” Astrid kneeled down to her little brother’s height.

“Did you have a good practice?” She asked grabbing Nick’s little body into her lap tickling his neck and making him laugh hysterically.

“I want kiss!.” He shouted through his giggles.

“Anything for you Goosey!” Astrid covered her little brother’s face in kisses.

“Momma too!”

“Oh of course my little goose.” Y/n laughed as she kneeled down to the same level as her children.

“What a lucky little dude.” Bradley smiled.

The two other men chuckled watching the love fest before them.

“Not to interrupt your little family time but since you were distracted Bradley, I took it upon myself to cook the steaks PROPERLY.” Maverick shouted across the backyard.

“Come and get your steaks!”

“Oh sweet, steak grandpa mav style is my favorite.” Astrid exclaimed picking up her little brother and making her way to the grill, Declan close in tow.

“Yay steak!” Nick cheered

“Is it ‘Hurt Dad’s feelings day’, Little Chick?” Bradley groaned as he followed the rest of the group to the food.

Jake hung back watching the sight before him. His daughter, so grown up, so beautiful, smart, and headstrong. Just like her mother.

Jake thought back to Declan’s earlier question. Was it all worth it? Those 4 years where y/n and Astrid away was some of the loneliest of his life. He honestly took that time to take every deployment, work every detachment, and because Y/n needed time to think, he for that time being never felt guilty for his ambition.

.Y/n could never be malicious enough to keep him away from his daughter. She gave him every opportunity to be involved. Of course, he visited his daughter as often as he could. But it definitely was not often enough. His work was all he had, he thought, so he threw himself into it completely. Up to the point where he finally surpassed Rooster.

When those four years were up it was clear where his priorities lied, and in a way he understood what Y/N said before. He was selfish for making her take a back seat to it for so long, when she and their daughter deserved so much more than that.

It honestly didn’t surprise him when Y/N chose Bradshaw in the end, he was there for Y/N and for Astrid when he couldn’t. It didn’t make it hurt any less though. He definitely had some dark years after that. Years where he would go months into his work, not bothering to keep in touch with his ex-wife and daughter.

No one heard from his for an entire year after he caught wind of their wedding and Bradshaw legally adopting his daughter.

All he had was his career, his ambitions, it was the only thing keeping him going. He thought that’s all he needed. It should have been enough. His lifelong longing should it been quenched when he was promoted to Admiral, a full 4 years before Bradshaw. He finally won.

But did he really?

He threw himself into a drunken stupor at the Hard Deck, ‘happily’ celebrating his promotion. Alone. Completely Alone.

But Y/N, sweet and strong Y/N, walked into the bar. And dragged him to his feet pulling him to his senses.

“I gave you space all these years Jake because I thought it was what you needed. I know the news about me and Bradley was not going to bve easy for you so I stayed away, I didn’t want you to think we were rubbing it in your face. I didn’t say anything when you went years making Astrid feel like she didn’t have a father, Bradley stepped in because that is the type of man he is and he loves her. But that deosn’t change the fact that you’re her father, she still looks for you every birthday, checks the news to make sure nothing bad has happened to you, still tears up whenever she sees or hears Pixie Sticks. We may have not worked out Jake, but that doesn’t mean you abandon her.” Jake hadn’t seen so much pain in your eyes since that final night before you left.

“She doesn’t want to see me. You left me.”

“Exactly. I left you Jake. Your daughter didn’t.”

“ And all she wants now is you to show up and apologize for the years you missed and eat the cake she baked for you for your promotion, instead of sitting here wasting away alone”

“She baked me a cake?” Jake asked his eyes filled with tears and hope for the first time in over 7 years.

“Yeah she did. Even wrote “Congrats Daddy” on it with light green frosting to match your eyes.”

You nodded.

“Okay, take me to see Pixie.” He smiled.

That was 5 odd or so years ago. It took a lot of work but through endless groveling, apologies, and carefully curated gifts. Rooster finally forgave him.

Just kidding, Astrid forgave him. Of course she says that there was no forgiving needed to be done in the first place, the young girl knew that her dad had things to work out on his own before he was ready to come home to her. But Hangman knew better and he made sure to make up for the 7 years of missed birthdays, holidays, and just regular Daddy-Daughter time, and as an admiral he had more leeway to pick his schedule and deployments.

Things with Rooster also got better, despite his years of resentment towards the man, he definitely appreciated the care that he gave you and your daughter in his absence (even if he didn’t appreciate the way it begun). After a couple years of awkwardness where the two men couldn’t be left alone in a room together, they found a mutual respect and admiration for both of their work and dedication to the Navy.

The two were definitely more alike than they realized, it just took an intense rivalry, a couple of punches thrown, a few black eyes, a pair of bruised jaws, a divorce, a wedding and adoption, and a couple of years of close proximity to unlock.

From there bloomed a friendship that can’t be described by anything other than a total “bromance”.

As he stood in the yard contemplating his journey to that moment, he was pulled out of his thoughts by your hand caressing his cheek.

“How you doing Zuko?” You smiled at him with bright eyes.

“I’m doing good Sweets.”

“Just thinking about how fast time has passed.” He explained.

“It has been a wild ride hasn’t it?” You responded, dropping your hand, placing it back to your side.

Jake felt cold from the removal of your hand, his body still searching for your warth even after all these years. He tried to hide his disappointment from his face but you knew him better than that.

“You know I will always love you, right Jake?” You smiled at him sympathetically.

“We’ve been through so much together, and even though it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine, I will be eternally grateful to you.”

“You gave me her.” Your eyes twinkled looking at Astrid.

“And you know I will never get over you right?” Jake responded, his voice thick with melancholy.

“Maybe…” You began.

“But I hope someday you will. Our love, our connection was so filled with fight and fire, and I loved it… I loved you. But after all of that, we were just left with ashes.” You looked at him, your smile bittersweet.

“You taught me how to love Jake, and loving you, prepared me to love him.” You gestured to Bradshaw.

“To love them.”

You looked lovingly at your family, your friends, your husband, your children.

“Promise me Jake, that when the time comes. You will take that love, the love you had for me, the love we shared, and you will use it to love someone who deserves it.”

“Because you deserve someone amazing, someone who will love better than I ever did.”

You walked backwards towards the others, flashing him that same smile that started all of this, before turning around and walking away.

“Okay.” He smiled to himself, joining the rest of the party.

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zweetpea · 6 months

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Happy Birthday My Love

Happy birthday L

ao3 version: here

It was the best day of the year. That is to say it was Halloween, and more importantly your husband L’s birthday.

I know right? You snatched the greatest detective in the world? Obviously, you’re beautiful. Anyway enough about you!

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You met him in a cafe in NYC when he was 23 and you were 21. You were reading a Sherlock novel, he ordered 14 big cookies, 2 strawberry slices shortcakes, Jasmine tea with a bowl of sugar cubes, and a banana split. He sat right by your table and you looked over with concern.

“…are you okay?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m concerned for your health. You can’t seriously eat all of that in one sitting.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Because that’s not a proper lunch.” You say as you lift up your drink.

“Of course not. This is my pre lunch snack to get my brain stimulated.” At his statement you spit out your drink in surprising.

“What are you, diabetic? How can someone eat so much and yet be so skinny.”

“I find that you can burn calories by using your brain.”

“Okay Einstein. Just don’t drop dead anytime soon. I’m just here on vacation, I don’t need the police suspecting me to be the serial killer going around.”

“Why would they think that? You’re just a tourist.”

“I don’t find most police to be very bright or effective. Private Investigators do more work in a week than any beat cop could do in their entire life.”

The strange man was silent for a second, so you assumed that the conversation was over. However you weren’t expecting him to hold out a cookie for you. “Take it. Movie theater popcorn isn’t that good.”

“The hell?”

“Your tickets. Jaws, 1:15. I assume that your waiting for someone. You only got a drink and during lunch hour most people buy food.”

“Oh really? When do you have lunch, if this is your snack?”

“Same time as your movie. The only difference between then will be I’ll be dinning on fine quality food and you’ll be having stale popcorn and processed butter.” You look away. “Did I strike a nerve.”

“No offense but you’re a stranger. I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to spill my guts and whole life story to you.”

“Yet you asked me if I was okay.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen anyone eat so many sweets. Is it a crime to be concerned?”

“No. Just think of this as me repaying the generosity.”

“My Fiancé and I came out here to meet his parents.”

“You’re a little young to be getting married.”

“Uh, thanks? I don’t think it’s that weird, I’m 21. It’s not like I’m 12 being married off to some foreign diplomat.”

“Let me give you some advice. He either gave you the ring to get you to shit up or because he wants an unpaid maid.”

“Excuse me?”

“21 men don’t typically give up on hooking up with bimbo’s in short leather skirts. I’m 76%- no, 78% certain that he’s going to cheat on you by years end if he’s not already cheating. And judging by the way you smile sadly at your ring and scrunch your hands around your tickets I think you know that too.”

“What would you do if you were me?”

“Dump him and go out with the skinny diabetic across from you, clearly.” He responded sarcastically.

“Ha, you’re so funny.” You replied back with the same tone, rolling your eyes.

“You should at least tell him what you want. If he’s not willing to negotiate, leave him.”

“What I want, huh? I want to go see Jaws, would any diabetic Einsteins be interested in movie theater candy?”

“Okay that jokes run its course. No I’m not interested in that chewy soulless garbage.”

“Could I bribe you with another slice of cake?”

“I thought that you were worried about my health? Also this is highly improper.”

“Making a new friend?”

“Chatting up a man when you’re engaged.”

“It’s not like I’m asking you out, I just don’t want to go to my movie alone. When life gives you lemons, ya know?”

“Cake and cookies. You eat some too okay. I’m Yuuji.” You shook him hand and replied back with your own name.

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“Okay, why do you like this movie?”

“It’s a classic! Sure they probably should’ve just poisoned the stupid thing. Sometimes the right answer is the most obvious one.” You two smiled as you walked out of the theater.

He stopped dead in his tracks. “Sometimes the answer is the most obvious one. I gotta go, here…” he scribbled down something on his ticket and handed it to you. “Nice to meet you, friend.” He trotted off down the street. You looked down at his ticket and saw he gave you his number.

“Huh, not bad Emo boy.”

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“My love, wake up. I made you breakfast.” You say as you kiss his neck.

“Let me sleep in on my birthday.” He groaned. “Don’t temp me to give in with that sultry voice. You know I can’t say no to you when you do that.”

“Not true. It’s only 82.79% affective. As evident of now.”

“I stayed up late for weeks to perfect your favorite pancakes for you.”

“How’d I get so lucky to have a wife like you?”

“Good question, better question though is how did I manage to impress the world’s 3 greatest detectives?”

“By being intoxicating.” He replied smoothly.

“Okay Casanova, eat up before you food gets cold.” He smirked, grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into bed with him. Then he trailed kisses from your collar bone up to your jaw and finally planted a long deep loving kiss on your lips. “L!”

“How can you be mad at me when I have the sweetest treat right here in my arms?”

“I love you, L.”

“I love you too.”

BONUS:

L: Mmh, these buttercream cheese and strawberry pancakes are delicious. Thank you my wife.

You: A perfect meal for my perfect husband. Mwah!

You Two kiss!

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sunchaserwings · 5 months

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Incoming rant about The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Herlock Sholmes from The Great Ace Attorney, and the BBC Sherlock (no major spoilers ahead I promise).

A preface before I begin; I was never a big fan of Sherlock Holmes or any adaptation of the stories. I've seen Elementary although I was very young so I only have the vaguest of memories of enjoying it, and my roommate had me watch a couple BBC Sherlock episodes when I was a tween/young teen. My mother claims she tried to get me into Sherlock Holmes but I'm rather skeptical. Anyhow, onto the story.

Back in March my boyfriend bought me the Ace Attorney games for my birthday which included the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (or Dai Gyakuten Saiban for those who are still stuck on the pre-localization names ;p). I was on my flight home from my birthday trip after I got the news my manager fired my brother while I was out of the state and figured why not, I'd start playing the first TGAA game on the flight. I'd probably enjoy myself and I couldn't sleep.

Second biggest mistake of the year (first biggest was trusting Les Schwab to do my brake job). I. Was. Hooked. I played the first case and fell in love with Kazuma instantly (he's so Zero shaped!). I played the second case and realized that calling him Zero shaped was way too accurate. We all know what happened there. Most important to this rant, I met Herlock Sholmes (more on my opinions on him later). I could barely put the game down but I had to take a break due to finding a new job and getting adjusted. I ended up finishing the game in June or July, one of the two. I finished the final case of the first game in one long 12 hour gaming session it was that good (my back didn't thank me though).

Now, the man of the hour: Herlock Sholmes. I didn't think much of him initially. He was simultaneously charming and annoying in the second case but as I played more he grew on me. I cried when the start of 1-5 happened. He clawed his way up into like the top 7 favorite characters at the time. The ending of the game with him playing his violin made me bawl my eyes out. I. Loved. This. Game.

It took a few more months to start and finish the second game. In between Adventures and Resolve I played Skyward Sword, Minish Cap, and some others so I had a healthy break. I came back to play Resolve and finished it like two months ago. It hit me in the gut just as hard as the first game did although there are a great many things I'd tweak and do differently. But Herlock Sholmes... man, he's not my favorite but he's up there underneath Kazuma and Van Zieks.

Anyhow, I finished the game but the hyperfixation had started and would not let me go. I've never been one to go out and seek fanfiction due to... personal stuff but I had a feeling I didn't want to go probe the depths of AO3 yet for fear of crying. I started a graveyard shift at my job which severely limited my ability to talk with people about stuff and also there's so many major spoilers but very few people I knew had played the game. A thought occurred to me, however. What about Sherlock Holmes audiobooks? I have an auditory processing issue which has made listening to audiobooks hard but I decided to give it a go. Perhaps it would satiate the TGAA hyperfixation hunger.

I found the ones produced by Magpie Audio, expertly narrated by Greg Wagland. Go check him out, he has over 77 videos of Sherlock Holmes audiobook recordings and all of them are a minimum of 40 minutes, often times far more. I went through over 30 hours of audiobook in a few weeks listening to these. Sherlock Holmes is such a good character and I can understand how and why he took late Victorian England by storm. And you know what the best part is?

Herlock Sholmes is the most faithful adaptation I have personally seen as a character of the original Sherlock Holmes.

They got so many of Sherlock's little idiosyncrasies right and you can tell the entire team were genuine fans of the books. I listened to Mr. Wagland's narration *and I saw 221B Baker of the games*. Especially the jack knife impaling the communications to the mantle being referenced in the game? The sheer mess of the flat? It's so good!

My roommate (whom is also a Sherlock Holmes fan) noticed my newest hyper fixation that spawned off of TGAA and that reignited his Sherlock Holmes obsession. He was a fan of the BBC Sherlock and now recognizes it was not a very great show but it's a comfort media for him nonetheless. He just dragged me into rewatching it and... okay, it's playing into a lot of inaccurate Sherlock tropes I don't like but goddamn Martin Freeman carries the whole show. I love his John Watson because it feels like a reasonable version of a modern, younger Watson. He feels real in a way. I do like the fact that even in the first episode, it's established that John and Sherlock can make each other laugh and smile just like in the books. I don't forgive them calling Sherlock a sociopath, however (speaking as someone with a brother that has been diagnosed with being a high-fuctioning sociopath). He's AuDHD to the max and deserves recognition in that department.

All of this to say, I can trace my current Sherlock hyperfixation back to Mega Man. Finding Mega Man in 4th grade led to watching the Ace Attorney anime in late 2021 which led to playing The Great Ace Attorney and that led to listening to Sherlock Holmes. I don't know why I decided to make this post but maybe I might start live blogging this shit? All in all, this is going to be a wild ride.

#tumblr ate the first half of the original post so i had to rewrite my sleep deprived ramblings #feel like i talked too much #fuck it this is my own blog #my blog my rules #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #herlock sholmes #the great ace attorney #tgaa #dai gyakuten saiban #dgs #ace attorney #sunchaser rambles

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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More than Material | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) tries to get Tommy to understand that she doesn't need so many material things, and that instead she needs him. Tommy doesn't quite know how to take that.

Warnings: smoking, language, sexual situations (PG-13 rated)

Word Count: 3126

A/N: this was a fun one to write. I hope it doesn’t feel rushed to y’all. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

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To say that (Y/N)'s life did a complete 180 is an understatement. How does a young woman go from barely having any money to her name and working tireless hours as a schoolteacher in the dirty city of Small Heath to living a lavish lifestyle in an estate with an entire staff ready to wait on her? The short answer: Tommy Shelby.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tommy Shelby first met when the blue-eyed businessman came to her school with the intention of making a charitable donation. The headmaster tasked (Y/N) with giving him a tour of the grounds and allowing him to get a better idea of what their school did for the community.

She thought it would just be a one and done deal, but she arrived at her classroom the next day to find a Shelby Company Ltd. business card sitting on her desk. Written on the back of it was: meet me here @ 6.

'Here' meant the address of the Shelby's home base for their operations; the betting shop on Watery Lane. (Y/N) had heard about their company before. She knew who the Peaky Blinders were and what they did amongst the community. And she was intrigued. So she accepted his invitation and went where he told her to. Upon arriving, she found him waiting outside for her.

They went to the Garrison, where they shared a dinner. To her surprise, Tommy was a rather interesting man to talk to. He promised her that if she was interested, their next dinner would be somewhere more classy, and he didn't disappoint. The following weekend, they wined and dined at The Ritz in London, and from then on, (Y/N) was hooked.

Things between them quickly moved from sharing a dinner table to sharing a bed, and within a month of the couple seeing each other, (Y/N) agreed to move in with him in Arrow House. Now she lived in the mansion on the beautiful grounds alongside Tommy and his three year old son, Charlie, who was a polite, young boy. She still decided to keep her job though, she just had to transfer to a school that was closer to her new home.

As time went on, (Y/N) learned more about the Shelby family and the business that it had been tied into. She quickly realized that all of its members, save for Ada, who was in Boston, and Finn, who stayed in Small Heath, had just recently been released from prison and essentially wanted nothing to do with Tommy. She didn't know the exact reason as to why this was the case, but she was able to see the tension rise within him whenever someone spoke about them, so she decided not to bring the topic up. Tommy seemed to be ok with it just being the three of them living at Arrow House. She figured that the relationships would be repaired in due time.

Another thing she noticed pretty quickly with Tommy was that he enjoyed buying her things. Whether it was bringing something home with him from his business trips, or having things custom-made and delivered to the house, the train of gifts seemed to be endless.

(Y/N) still remembered the first time that Tommy bought her something. She was sitting in the front room of the house when his car pulled up outside. She waited to hear Mary greet him, and a smile formed on her face as she heard his footsteps approaching the room she was in.

"Welcome home, Tommy," she greeted him with a smile as he walked through the doorway.

"Hi, love," he smiled back at her as he walked over to where she was sitting. She twisted her neck and craned it upwards so that she could meet him in the middle and accept the kiss that he gave her before she allowed him to sit on the section of couch that was open next to her. "How've you been?" he asked her once he was sitting.

"I've been well. I missed you, but I managed. There's just so much to do around here; getting the property ready for spring and whatnot," she told him about what she'd busied herself with while he was away.

"Sounds like you had your hands full," he mused as he glanced over at her.

(Y/N) laughed slightly at his statement, "I'm sure it was nothing compared to what you were faced with on your trip," she brushed off his words.

"The trip was only business," he shook his head, his way of waving off her statement.

"Polly called while you were away..." (Y/N) trailed off, switching the topic hesitantly.

"Hmm?" Tommy hummed, now focused on lighting the cigarette that he'd just placed between his lips.

"She wanted to hear how Charles was doing. I offered for her to come over and see him, but she declined," she gave him more information on the call that had happened.

"She only calls when she knows I'm away," Tommy commented, an indiscernible emotion laced into his words. (Y/N) sent him a knowing look. A few beats of silence passed before Tommy cleared his throat and moved in his seat so that he was turned and slightly facing (Y/N). "I've got something to show you," he started, talking with the cigarette between his lips as he fished something out of his suit jacket's pocket.

(Y/N) was intrigued by his statement. She turned herself so that she was completely facing Tommy, a smile on her face as she waited intently for what he had to show her. It took him a few moments, but eventually he had what looked to be a thin, rectangular box in his hands. "What is it?" she asked, the anticipation getting to be too much.

"Open it," he instructed her, a lazy grin on his lips as he held the box out in her direction.

(Y/N) did as she was told, opening the box to show a diamond line bracelet that shimmered from the lights in the room. "Oh wow, this is beautiful, Tommy," she commented with a slight gasp, "Polly's really gonna like it."

Tommy gave her a bit of a confused look, "'s not for Polly, love. It's for you," he corrected her, making her look up at him with a wide-eyed expression that made him chuckle. She didn't know why she mentioned his aunt; it must've been the first thing on her mind.

"For me?" she asked, in shock now.

"Yes," Tommy nodded, taking the bracelet out of its confines then, "give me your hand," he said with a grin and she did. She laughed at her now shaking hand as she held it out in the space between them so that he'd be able to hook the bracelet around her wrist.

"Wow, Tommy," she said in awe once it was hooked on. It fit perfectly and was really sparkling now. "This must've cost a fortune. You really didn't need to buy it for me," she continued as she then looked up at him.

"You deserve it...for putting up with my shit and all," he brushed her statement off, a grin forming on his lips. "You like it?" he asked her then.

"Like it?" she looked at him incredulously as her smile widened, "I absolutely love it," she said, then leaning in to kiss his lips. He caught her chin with his hand and kept her there, kissing her once more before they pulled away and he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"I'm happy to hear that," he grinned at her, his eyes hooked onto hers from where they were inches away.

"Thank you, Tommy," she whispered, "I don't know how I could repay you."

"There's no need," he told her, stroking her chin once more.

A bit of a grin started to form on her face then, "surely there must be some way that I can," she said, and Tommy caught her tone change. It made him chuckle as he allowed her to move over so that she was now sitting on his lap. "Can you think of anything?" she asked him in a sultry whisper as she then lowered her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

The gifts didn't end there though. After the bracelet came matching earrings and a necklace; all for the reason of her just being there and putting up with him. Then the gifts started getting bigger.

(Y/N) was in the process of changing from her day's clothes to her nightgown when the door to the bedroom opened. She jumped slightly but then relaxed when she noticed that it was Tommy. "Close your eyes, love," he instructed as he moved closer to her.

"Why am I doing this?" she asked him with a smile as she did what she was told. She was able to feel him stop in front of her.

"Gimme your hands," he gave her another instruction and she listened, holding her hands out in front of her. Immediately, there was something that held weight resting against her arms. "Open your eyes," he told her and she did, her gaze dropping to see that a garment bag was now resting against her forearms.

"What's this?" she questioned curiously as she looked between him and the bag.

"Open it," he told her, a grin forming on his face as she moved over to the bed so that she could lay it there and move the zipper from the top to the bottom.

A beautiful, emerald colored gown was revealed when she pulled the folds of the bag back. The sight of it nearly took her breath away. "What is this for, Tommy?" she asked, her mouth gaped slightly as she turned to look at him.

"Take it out," he ignored her question, nodding his head to the garment. (Y/N) turned again and pulled the piece from the confines of the bag.

"My goodness..." she breathed in awe as she took in the entirety of the floor-length ball gown that was made of the most regal material she'd seen in her life.

"You like it?" Tommy asked from behind her, making her turn to look at him with the dress still in her hands.

"It's beautiful, Tommy," she agreed with him, glancing between him and the dress once more. "Why did you buy it?" she couldn't help but ask.

"I bought it because I thought you'd look fucking gorgeous in it," he answered her with a grin, her cheeks heating up just at his words.

"Should I go try it on?" she queried, looking at him with excited eyes.

"Go on," Tommy nodded his head and she quickly made her way over to the dressing screen in the corner of the room.

Soon enough, she had the garment on and came out to show him. "How does it look?" she asked as she did a twirl while looking in the mirror. She felt like a princess with it on.

"Fucking perfect," Tommy answered, a grin on his face as he drank her in. She then stopped her twirling and locked her eyes with his before moving slowly over to where he was standing. "Just like I thought you would," he finished his previous statement in a softer voice as he hooked his hands around the small of her back and held her close to him.

"Thanks for this, Tommy," she said, her hands settling on his shoulders as he swayed her gently to imaginary music, "even though I don't think I deserve it."

"Of course you deserve it," Tommy dispelled her doubts, shaking his head before he dropped his lips onto hers.

As the months went on, the amount of gifts that (Y/N) received from Tommy stayed steady. The only thing that changed was how he'd present them to her. It went from him making a big spectacle about the newest thing he'd gotten her to him mentioning that he'd bought it for her as he placed whatever it was into her hands or lap. He'd be leaving the room before she could even thank him for the present.

She was sitting at her vanity in the master bedroom when Tommy entered. She glanced up and saw him walking over in the mirror, so she decided to stay quiet until he reached her.

"I got this for you," he said, his hand coming around in front of her to show a red velvet, rectangular box. She opened it without a reaction, moving through the motions of opening it like clockwork to show a golden necklace with a diamond pendant in the middle. "Thought you'd look good in it," he continued, his voice rather monotoned in nature.

He was still holding the box, and before he could move to set it on the vanity and walk away, (Y/N) grabbed onto his forearm. "Why do you buy me all of these gifts, Tommy?" she questioned as she turned and looked up at him.

"Cuz I thought you'd like them," he answered, his voice still flat.

"You need to stop."

"What?" his brows were furrowed now because he hadn't expected such a statement to come from her.

"You need to stop buying me these gifts just to buy them for me; just because you think I'd like them," (Y/N) explained herself more in depth as she kept her eyes hooked onto his, her hand still holding a slight pressure on his forearm.

"Why? I thought you like them?" he questioned, still taken back by her statement.

"Because it's too much, Tom. All of these gifts are getting to be too much for me," she told him, taking a deep breath as she stood from the bench seat so that she was now standing in front of him. "They're too much and I don't need them...I already have everything I need in you," she spoke in a sincere voice, her hand slipping down his forearm so that she could link her fingers with his.

Tommy didn't say anything at first. He stood with his brows furrowed as he tried to wrap his head around what she'd just told him. "You...you don't like the gifts I've been giving you?" he finally asked, making his confusion evident now.

(Y/N) shook her head slightly. "No, I didn't mean it in that sense. I appreciate everything that you give me, it's just....I don't need them to be happy," she tried to stress her point, "all I need to be happy is you, Tommy."

"I...I don't think that giving myself would be enough for you, love," he told her, his words sounding unsure. (Y/N) frowned slightly as she heard what he had to say.

"You are enough. My love for you is more than material...I fell in love with the person I met and came to know before you started giving me all those fancy things," she spoke with sincerity as she kept her eyes hooked onto his, "and I'll stay here with you if you stop giving me those material things, because what I enjoy the most about this; about us, is the things only you can give me. Like the way you hold me," she paused, taking hold of his hands and manually hooking them around her waist. Tommy took the hint and kept them fastened there after she released her grip from him. "The way you look at me," she continued, her hands now moving up to take hold of his cheeks so that their gaze could be locked on each other. "And the way that you kiss me..." she trailed off again, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips. She pulled away just enough so that she could look him in the eyes again. "Kiss me, Tommy," she whispered, and that was enough for him to make his move. His lips pressed to hers in a passionate kiss that just about swept her off of her feet.

She let a satisfied moan vibrate against his lips, the sound of it egging Tommy on as he moved his hands up from the swell of her hips to the top of her back. There, he fumbled with the buttons of her dress for a moment before undoing them so that the garment now hung slack on her shoulders. His deft hands wasted no time in sliding the material down her arms, and she dropped her hands from his face so that she could let it drop completely; the dress now only hugging onto her hips. "I love when you do this to me," she breathed against his lips, "...so much better than any gift you could give me."

Her words only spurred him on more, and he wasted no time in blindly moving her over to their bed, allowing her to fall back onto it before he hovered over her. "You love this?" he questioned her, his eyebrows raised slightly as a grin teetered on his lips.

"Yes," she breathed in between the kisses he was giving her, "god, yes." She then reached up to undo his waistcoat, and he shrugged it off his shoulders and sat it on the side of the bed before she quickly continued with pulling the suspenders off of his shoulders so that she could get to work on unbuttoning and taking the dress shirt off of his body. She'd just finished with the last button and was about to take the material off of his broad shoulders when he leaned down and pressed his lips to the valley of her neck.

“You’d rather this?” he asked in between his kisses.

"Yes, Tommy," she whined, wanting nothing more than to feel his bare skin against her. He hummed against her neck, which only served her to become more antsy for what was to come. "Take your fucking shirt off, Tommy," she finally ordered him, making him chuckle against her skin before he pulled away and did what she asked him to.

Quickly, the button down and undershirt came off of his torso, and (Y/N) happily reached up and grabbed hold of his neck, bringing his chest flush against hers. Their lips met again, and their kisses became fervent as they scrambled to rid themselves of the last pieces of clothings separating one body from the other.

And sure, the gifts didn’t stop after that day, but they became more scarce in nature, which (Y/N) really appreciated. Instead of the material items, Tommy made sure to spend his time loving on his woman, because (Y/N) found that to be the greatest gift of all.

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greenaway-torres · 10 months

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Hi, can you write a smut story that starts with love at first sight between the female reader and my favorite Disney villain Captain Hook from my favorite Disney movie, Peter Pan, please? I have a serious fangirl crush on him.

Sorry this took a while. It’s been a minute since I watched the movie but hopefully you like it!!! I decided to make an nsfw ending which I’ll attach later. You know, just in case😉

Summary: Look at the request (it is a bit long though so sorry about that)

Warning: fluffy mcfluff, implied sex, mentions if drinking/alcohol, Hook being not so menacing

Playing Hooky

Your bar was busier than usual, and that’s saying something. With it being so close to the docks, it was bound to be full with sea folk, merchants, and other meandering tourists who happen to come to your small town. Especially pirates.

You weren’t too afraid of them really. Most seemed to be rather kind and cheerful, especially with a couple pints of rum in them. Some others, though, made your skin crawl. But nothing terrified you more than Captain James Hook.

Working at the bar, you would hear a few about him and how he lost his hand. But you also heard about his cruelty and things he’s done with his hook.

No. You couldn’t think about that now. Especially since another ship just docked. You walked over to one of the tables where a pair of pirates sat down and greeted them with a smile.

As you sat down a couple of them at a table, another walked over to you.

“Another pint, sweetheart,” he slurred. You smelled the alcohol on his breath from where you were standing. You were used to it, but this smell was almost too much.

“One sec. Just go back and sit.”

“On second thought, I’d rather have a glass of the barmaiden.”

You tried not to gag. He was getting closer to you and he smelled like he hadn’t showered in months. “I’ll get your drink in a second.” You wanted out.

But he didn’t listen. “Ain’t you hear me? I said I want-”

“She’s already spoken for.”

You turned to the source of the voice. A man in a velvety red coat and hat was standing behind you. You had to nearly strain to look up at him.

“Sorry, cap. Didn’t know she was one of yours.” The drunkard stumbled off, making his way back to a lonely corner.

“Forgive him, madam,” your knight apologized. “I hope he did not rattle you too bad.”

“Not at all.” You turned around and finally had a chance to look at him. Long, dark curls sat under his hat and framed his face. Rings adorned his hands. No. Hand. The other was by his side, slightly hidden away. But the light caught it for just a brief moment. It flashed, revealing a metal replacement where the fleshy hand would be. A hook.

“Is something the matter,” he asked. You had been quiet for a little while and he was slightly worried.

“Would you like a drink?” You nearly blurted out. The man in front of you smiled softly, trying to hide his laugh. “I mean, may I give you something to drink? You know, since you helped me out?”

“I’ll gladly take one. Rum, if you have it.” He followed you to the bar, taking a seat while you went behind the counter. You took your time pouring the drink, trying to steady yourself. You were in front of THE Captain Hook. In the flesh. You imagined a fearsome man. Someone tall and rugged and horrifying. Instead you were met with a mustache and blue eyes. Those gentle, soft blue eyes. Get yourself together.

“How do you find yourself here?” You asked. You weren’t even sure why to be honest. “Do you go around bar to bar saving people?”

That made him smile again. “No, my men and I just docked. But I did see that you were uncomfortable and I decided to step in.”

He peaked at you over the rim of his cup, slowly watching for your response. Gosh, he looks good.

“But you said ‘she’s spoken for’”.

“I did.”

“Why’d you say that?”

“That tends to get some people away faster. That and a good threat or two.” He took another few swigs of the drink, emptying the cup. You went ahead and started to refill it. “So are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Spoken for.”

You put the bottle down and looked up at him. He had a sort of wonder to his eyes. Like he was hoping for something. It was drawing you in.

“No. I’m not.”

He smirked. “If that’s the case, may I escort you out of here?”

You eyes shot up at him. You felt a warmth cover your cheeks. Part of you didn’t want to go with him. This was Captain Hook. One of the most fearsome captains in this area. But then again…

“Please do.”

His smile grew. He quickly downed the rest of his drink, leaving cash on the bar and took a couple bottles of rum with him. You told your coworkers that you were leaving early and promised to be back in time for clean up.

The two of you talked for a while. He asked how you found yourself as a barmaiden and in the town you were in. You told him about your father’s old business as a merchant and how it landed you where you were at. He told you about his life at sea and Peter Pan. Also about how he lost his hand.

You felt at ease with him. The world slowed down and gave you both the time to get to know each other. Or maybe that was the alcohol you two drank (mostly him of course). He walked you to the Jolly Roger, giving you a quick tour. You loved watching him talk about his ship and crew. His eyes would light up and his hand would move animatedly as he spoke.

You two stopped at a railing, leaning over and watching the water splash against the sides of the ship. The smell of sea water filled your nose and you welcomed it. “You are very different from what I thought.”

“Oh,” he smiled, “How’s that?”

“From the stories I heard, I thought you would be more frightening. Something for me to be scared of.”

He walked behind you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. “Well, do I scare you?”

You could never get over being close to him like this. His warmth covered you and made you feel safe. How could you ever be scared of him? “No. And I don’t think you truly could. You’ve shown yourself to be kind and gentle to me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t imagine you to be the big scary captain people talk about. Instead your a man that is holding me close and that I fee comfortable around.”

It was silent for a while. You still felt his chest rise and fall as he breathed. His head settled on top of yours. He was thinking about what you said. At least, you hoped he was.

A breeze came in from the water sending a chill down your spine. You shivering shook him out of his thoughts, again making him focus on you. “Are you alright?”

You nodded but another chill gave you goosebumps. Hook took off his coat a wrapped you in it. It nearly covered you like a blanket, the size making it nearly swallowing you up. When you looked back at him, his eyes were on you. You were falling into the color of them so easily. This time, you let yourself fall in. This wasn’t the fearsome Captain Hook. This was a man with the most beautiful eyes and charming smile you’ve ever seen. You felt yourself lean in closer to him. His hand was under your chin. You were only a breath away from his lips.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered his question. You felt each word touch your lips. You needed him badly. All you could do was nod.

His lips met yours. The kiss was heated and gentle at the same time. It was perfect. His hands grounded you as the gripped your hips and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You wanted more.

“Please,” you whispered between kisses, nearly breathless.

“Please what, starling,” he started making his way to your neck. He had no idea the effect he had on you. “I need you to say it.”

Your body felt like it was on fire. “I need more. I need you, please.”

“Absolutely, my captain.” He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to his captain’s quarters and laid you on his feather bed. “Let me treat you like the princess you are.”

(NSFW here)

You woke up to your world slightly rocking. The sun was bright and filled the room entirely. You tried to get up but an arm held you tightly by your waist. Memories of last night filled your mind as a blush crept up your cheeks. You slept with the Captain Hook. You’re in his bed!

You were slightly panicking but you also felt safe. He made you feel safe. You felt his mustache tickle the back of your neck and shoulder. “Good morning, starling.”

You kissed his hand. “Morning.” He sat up and leaned over to look at you. His eyes skimmed over your body with a hungry look. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just thinking about how good you taste. And how much I would want to taste you again.” Your breathing hitched. You had to look away from him. How can he say things like that and expect you to still look him in the eye?

He laughed softly, bringing your face back to him. He kissed you, leaving a memory on your lips. “Stay with me.”

You were shocked. You only just met this man. The town was your life. Your world. It was all you knew. Of course you’ve dreamt of leaving but is this the right time?

He saw the look on your face. How your eyebrows knitted together in deep thought. “You don’t have to decide today. Take your time and tell me when-“

“Yes.”

Your answer came out faster than you intended. You weren’t even sure if he heard you. But the look in his face said that he did.

“Are you sure?”

“I want to stay with you, Hook.”

He smiled brightly, kissing your hand and cheek. “If you’re staying with me, please call me James.”

Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll post the nsfw part later but I wanted to make sure I sent this out first lol

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shelbystales · 9 months

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Unhealed Love - Part Five

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Summary: You and Tommy have history… a long one but to cut the story short he pushed you away, shut you out of his life without giving you a chance to try another path… a path together, but you felt so angry at him that you didn’t want to try it either. Maybe it was better this way… more than ten years passed and you thought you’d had your time to heal but one day was all it took to destroy that idea of getting over Tommy Shelby.

Warning: Season 6 spoilers, swearing, fluff, anxiety.

A/N: comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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After a very lovely meal, Thomas led you to his car. You had asked, now for the third time, where he was taking you, but he didn’t answer. He just smirked and told you to be patient.

As he drove to the secret location, you admired the ride and the man next to you. You could barely believe you were here, sitting by his side as he drove. So many things had happened between you, and so much time had passed, but here you were… and to your surprise, it all felt so natural.

You looked over at him as he drove and he looked back at you for a small second before paying attention to the road again.

“What are you smiling at, ey?” he asked with a cocky smile, putting his hand over your leg

“Nothing, I’m just thinking” you answered

“Well, a penny for your thoughts?” he said and you both chuckled, that was a thing you both said to each other when younger

“Who thought we would be here now… I just. I never thought I would see your face ever again, to be honest” you said and laughed

“I always assumed we would,” he admitted

“You did now?” you asked surprised

“Yes, not assumed, but hoped. if not in this life, perhaps in the next one,” he said, making you surprised by his response.

“I don’t want you to die” you blurted out

“We are all going to die sometime, love” he chuckled

“Yeah, I guess” You breathed deeply and dove in deeply inside your thoughts

He didn’t have to go to America. You didn’t need time to think. Every single cell in your body wanted him like he was a sort of drug you were hooked on. But how could you want a man you didn’t know?

Yes, he was still Thomas Shelby. The ambitious man he has always been, but now… he was playing with politics? was that better than drug dealers and the fucking mob? no, they were all the same.

More than ten years separated you both. So many changes happened. Maybe for the best? Or worst. You would have to wait and see. Get to know your Tommy again.

Tommy stopped the car and you looked around.

“Where are we?” you asked as your gaze met the huge mansion in front of you.

“Home” he answered, leaving the car, you followed him. “I was going to help you out” he chuckled when he met you outside the car.

“You don't have to act all gentlemanly towards me, Tommy. Is this your house?” you asked dazzled

You assumed he was rich and you knew he had a good house, but fuck… This was something else. straight out of a fairy tale.

“Yup, but we are coming this way,” he said grabbing your hand and walking through a path of stones delicately fitted one with the other

“It’s a gorgeous house,” you said still admiring it

“I hate it. Sometimes I feel like bombing it into the ground” he mumbled taking a cigarette to his lip and you frowned

“Why?” you asked right before he let go of your hand for a while as he lit his cigarette.

“Too much has happened there,” he answered evasively. You decided not to push, assuming he meant the recent death of his little girl.

As you followed the stone path you could see a barn approaching, in front of it, a man holding the reins of two horses, both black from head to toe.

“We’re riding?” you asked excitedly

“We’re. Take the one on the left, he’s more gentle” he said as you reached the man you fastly recognized.

“Johnny Dogs?” you asked surprised and smiled going for a hug. He hugged you right back

“Hey, y/n. When Tommy told me he was meeting you, I had to come and see it myself. Proof that he wasn’t losing his mind” he chuckled

You smiled at him “The fact that I am here does not discard that, Johnny” you joked making him chuckle louder.

“Alright, ey. Enough. Let's go, love. Help her up, Johnny” Tommy said, taking the reins and mounting the horse.

“They are so beautiful Tommy,” you said as you introduced yourself to the horse you were going to ride. You’ve always loved them, to you they almost felt like mythical beings.

The horses were bigger than the ones you and Tommy used to ride back then when you were kids. They were more musculous, their fur shone with the sunlight. They looked like they cost a bunch of thousands.

Patting the horse on its butt, Johnny wished you a good ride.

“Feeling comfortable? Is he pushing the reins?” Tommy asked

“No, he is doing great,” you said, patting his neck, noticing how soft his fur was

“Good. We are leaving the property now” he said “wanna go any faster?” he asked with a childish grin on his face.

You shook the reins, telling the horse to go faster. “eat my dust!” you yelled at Tommy as your horse started to gallop.

Looking back you saw he had increased his pace and was coming to get you, but he only did it when your horse got tired and slowed down.

“Still knows how to ride, I see,” Tommy said, as you both rode side by side now. You couldn’t stop smiling, this day was going perfectly.

“I could never forget” you smiled “he did a pretty good job too” you caressed the horse again.

“Let's go this way,” Tommy said, “wanna go for a swim?”

“I wouldn't mind it” you admitted. The sun above your head was so strong, you could feel it almost burning your scalp and you were starting to sweat in every place possible.

“Ruby liked to come here,” Tommy said as you entered a little path through a denser forest, the trees making a sweet shadow to walk under.

“And how do you feel about coming here?” you asked “We don't have to if it makes you sad”

“It's ok” he looked at you and smiled “She will be there with us”

Oh… at the same time that's adorable… it's also terrifying. You're not a fan of ghosts… at all. Polly could see many of them. It scared the hell out of you.

As you arrived you saw the small pond with a very light stream. Not big enough for a swim, but big enough to get someone wet to the waist.

“This is nice,” you said as Tommy got down from his horse and walked over to help you down.

“Yeah, it's not big”

“It's enough,” you told him wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his lips “Thank you for this”

He brought his hand to your hair and gently stroked it. Tommy's eyes scanned your face with a small smile resting on his lips. He gently pressed his forehead on yours and let out a small sigh.

Yeah. You could feel it too. The bond between you both.

With his hand under your chin, he pulled your face up a little until your lips met his and the most tender kiss you’ve ever had started. It was such a slow and passionate kiss. His hands roamed over your body, putting pressure on the right places. Pulling you close, holding you tight. His lips slowly sliding yours. You could feel every soft inch of his warm lips. His tongue gently caressed yours. He felt so good.

After what felt like forever, but not enough time at all, the kiss stopped. He cupped your face with both his hands and gave you a few pecks on the lips, before giving a step back and caressing your blushed cheek with his thumb.

“Let's go in. I need cold water to cool off” he chuckled undoing his shirt buttons

You know what he meant by cool off.

This is his daughter's spot. So probably not a place he would like to fuck you. Looking around you saw a few forgotten toys scattered around. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was really okay with bringing you here. But at the same time, you were happy he did, maybe he is sharing a special place for him with you it’s a way for him to show affection?

Stripping off you followed Tommy, who was already in. Shit, he looks sexy with his hair wet. Will you be able to keep your hands off him? As if that mattered much, Tommy would dictate the pace today and by the way he’s looking at you, eating you up with his gaze, you doubted he would be able to keep his hands to himself.

To your surprise, the pond was a bit deeper than you thought. You were on your knees and the water was up to your neck.

As soon as you walked in, Tommy grabbed you and kissed your neck and breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He whispered in your ears

“You’re not bad yourself, tommy. You aged like fine wine” you joked, making him smile.

He turned you over and hugged you from behind. He rested his back on a few rocks behind you both and you just stayed there for a while. On his arms. Enjoying nature's every sound.

“Tell me something I should know about you, that I probably don't,” you said, breaking the silence

“Hm, why?” he mumbled

“Because I said so. That's enough reason to” you chuckled “Come on”

“Fine. I got us a ticket to a play tonight” he said and you smiled

“Oh, a play? That's exciting. But do you think that counts?” you asked turning to him, to watch him

“I don’t know what you expect” he shrugged

”well, that’s not something about you… it’s about something you did. I will go first. I hate eating anything with a pumpkin on” he chuckled

“Pumpkin? Why?” he asked getting a wet stray of hair out of your face.

“As soon as I left Birmingham, I had no money. Just a small saving, enough to pay rent for two months. So I got a job at a restaurant and sang there once in a while. Guess the restaurant name” you told him but he shrugged “Pumpkindon” he chuckled “Only pumpkin on the menu. Since I had no money, I ate the leftovers every day. I swear to God my skin started to get orange due to so many pumpkins I ate” you chuckled and he with you “ I hate even the smell”.

“That's not pleasant,” he said and you denied it with your head

“Your turn”

“Alright” he sighed “I guess…” he took his time thinking “ I can't think of anything like that”

“That 's ok. Tell me the first thing that comes to your mind. Don't be afraid” you told him, sliding your wet hand through his pale and freckled chest.

“That's the thing. Fear is all i’ve got” he blurted out and as soon as he did, you noticed he wanted to take it back. Showing vulnerability was never his strong suit.

“Fear keeps us going” you shrugged “what do you fear?”

“I don't want to talk about that” he shook his head “this is supposed to be a good day. A happy day”

“It still is” you reassured him

“I’m dying y/n, it doesn't matter. Why burden you with this things if I’ll be gone soon?”

“What? Please don’t say that. Of course it matters, Tommy. The fact that you're dying doesn't change the fact that you are fucking alive now. Feeling things now. Besides if it did… nothing in life would ever make sense” you said, holding his face between your hands

“I could hear Polly saying that” he chuckled, his words making you smile

“You miss her?”

“Every day” he sighed “I think i’ll have to kill her son” he admitted. You could feel he was uncomfortable saying that, maybe he didn’t like that idea.

“What!?” you frowned

“He is working with the enemy. no, better… he is working for the enemy”

“Does he know?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course he does. He’s not a kid. He's a piece of shit”

“Sorry, just... Trying to understand things”

“Right” he sighed again “lets see how my trip to America goes” he shrugged while you processed what he just said “oh, I have one now” you looked at him and smiling with anticipation “I by new shoes at the end of every year and donate the ones I had”

“Expensive perk!” You chuckle “please continue”

“Yeah, it’s. The reason for that was because during my first day working in the parliament, I decided to wear some of my old shoes. Grace used to say they were my lucky shoes. I wore them to all my big meetings back then, while we were married. But, like every old shoe, the glue dried and the sole started to come off. They started to make a loud noise… similar to Woden flip flops” he shook his head showing embarrassment “I had so many meetings and I didn't have time to go home and change my fucking shoes. I was calling so much attention and I couldn’t have people making fun of me. So, I went outside and approached the first man I saw. Luckily he was the same size as me. But I paid him over 100 euros for a ugly shoe. Most expensive shoe I've ever got” you smiled

“Poor thing, you got traumatized. At least, was the shoe good?”

“I don't remember” he shrugged.

“Probably not. We remember the good things”

“Yeah, we do” he nodded and abruptly pushed you into a kiss, making water splatter all over your face “sorry” he chuckled before kissing you intensely

His tongue now invaded your mouth greedly both his hands squeezed your ass against him, almost having you straddle him.

You pulled him closer and before you could have any dirty ideas, he opened his mouth and started talking

“We need to talk about Mosley”

“Now?” you asked out of breath and he nodded “there's nothing to talk about”

“There's plenty to talk about, y/n” he scolded you

You stood up and left the water sitting on a rock right under the sunshine.

“You can't work for him anymore” Tommy insisted

“Tommy, that ship has sailed. I signed a contract” you told him a bit angrily

“Ok, so we have to find a way around it” he said as if it was the simplest thing on the world

“Thomas, there are things you don't want to talk about and I respect you. I don't want to talk about this” you warned him

“Why not?” he asked approaching you

“It's all too soon! Okay? I can't even get the man's face off my fucking head!” you yelled, feeling tears form in your eyes.

“Alright, alright” he said. sitting next to you he put one of his hands on your leg and continued “i’m sorry I pushed you”

Some tears escaped your eyes, but you tried your best to hold it in. This is not the time or place to break down.

“I’ll will figure something out” he said

“Please don't” you mumbled

“I have to, y/n. I can’t leave you with these people”

“I can take care of myself, tommy. I did it all these years, remember?” You said with a bit of irony

“Just because you did, doesn’t mean that you have to. Let me help you” he insisted

“I don’t need your help, Thomas. Enough of this” you tried to put an end to it and by his silence, he accepted it

“Fine, I won’t push it, eh” he raised his hands in sign of redemption “but please” he pulled your face, so that your eyes were on his “if he ever asks anything of that sort again. Let me know. Please, y/n”

“I’ll” you nodded.

“Good”, he whispered and gave you a peck.

“Want to get out of here?” You looked around

“Yeah. Let’s go home. I will race you there. I bet you’ll be last”

“Uuh, fun. What do you wanna bet?”

“If I win, you sleep here tonight” he said

“Oh, so you went easy… I must warn you, Thomas… you might wanna lose” you warned him with a mischievous smile

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astrid-sorensen · 10 months

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Like it was | Joel Miller x f!reader - Part I

A/N: Hi! I wrote this like a million years ago and it was just sitting in my drafts so I thought I might aswell post it. Please please please give me ideas for an ending as I have most of the story done but just not the ending! Next parts up in a day or two <33

Warnings: Mentions of sex, grief, death, pretty angsty

Word count: 2,527

Masterlist

Life in Jackson isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, when a familiar face joins the community will it stir up the life you’ve built for yourself?

Austin, Texas - March 2003

In Austin everything was perfect. Down to every miniscule detail. Large brazen hands hooked round your abdomen, the familiar woody cinnamon scent of your boyfriend encompassing your nostrils as he cosied into your neck. His dark brown locks brushing against the flesh of your skin.

You softened into him letting him cradle around you in the loving afternoon sun. A soft, content moan filled your throat earning you a sweet kiss to the column of your neck, begging you for attention. "Hey baby." You chimed, continuing to stir the pasta you had made, adding in the crisp, diced red onions.

"Mmmsmells delicious darlin'." He grumbled into you. His tanned fingers clutched tighter, the athletic build of his form pressing into your back, making the kitchen feel hotter and steamier than it already was.

"You better be hungry." You teased, adding dried oregano. Not paying too much attention as he swayed you both, light pecks peppering over you.

"Oh trust me, I am. Been thinking about you all day, almost got cheated 2k for some maintenance work cos of it." A warm chuckled erupted from your lips as he smiled against you. The sound making Joel believe he had fallen in love all over again.

"And what were you daydreaming about that almost made you broke then?" You flirted, shuffling out of his grasp to pull out the dinner plates from the cupboard next to the stove.

"Mm, just my beautiful girlfriend." A blush filled you cheeks as he moved to rest against the sink, muscly forearms crossing across the plane of his broad chest. His t shirt tightening at the stretch. "And her fucking sexy ass."

He then landed a firm strike to your behind, the force causing your hips to jolt forward and almost slam into the counter. You swung a hand to his arm, the male swerving it with ease as you scolded him.

"Stop! Sarah will be back soon!" His smile didn't falter as he chewed his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Don't act like we can't have a quick one now, here." He teased, his arms curling across your lower back as you faced him, your smaller hands placed to his sternum. His cheeky smile, enamoured you, a sensual bubble consuming you whole.

"What? Fucking me against the counter?" You joked, laughing at his straightforwardness.

"I was thinking more bent over the kitchen sink, giving Mr Adler a wave." He chuckled, you threw your head back in a cackle. An embarrassed smile washing over you as you were interrupted by the front door opening.

"Hey! I'm home!" The young girl called through the house, backpack slumped to the floor as she kicked the door shut behind her, joining you in the kitchen. Joel's hands didn't move as you put some space between you.

"Perfect timing, dinners just ready." You said happily as you began spooning it out onto each plate.

"Hey baby, how was school?" The brunette man asked, taking two full plates and bringing them over to the table.

"Same old, what were you guys talking about?" You shot Joel an innocent look as your eyes met for a brief second. He continued, placing the fresh food to the table with a smile.

"Oh nothing."

Jackson, Wyoming - February 2024

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw him. It felt as though your retinas and your brain had teamed up to play a trick on you.

"Joel! Is that really you?" You asked walking over.

"And Sarah? Where is she?" You beamed excitedly. Joel went into himself. "Did she not come to Jackson with you?" You asked slightly more concerned.

"No she didn't, she didn't make it." The expression on his face said it all. Your hands rise to your face, covering your mouth that was agape. In that moment you lost faith in humanity, Joel the most caring and doting father in the whole world, had lost the only thing he was sacrifice himself for over and over. God the world was merciless.

"Oh Joel," tears bubbled in the depths of your irises. "I can't tell you how sorry I am." He nodded avoiding gaze. You waited patiently to see if he wanted to go on, he didn't. "You must be hungry."

You could see the pain in his eyes, he was not the same man you fell in love with. There was something dark, lost, frozen. The remaining carcass of once a carefree happy man. You closed the gap between you. Raising your arms over his shoulders to pull him in your clutches, much like you would do all those years ago.

Although he didn't snake his hands round your waist like he used to, peppering kisses to your cheek as he chuckled and swung you both side to side. He smelt nothing like he did from your memory. His gentle musk, warm and woody now replaced with the faint hint of dried blood and metal.

You lead him to the dining hall with a few others but only you, Joel and the girl sat down.

"It's been a little while, hasn't it." You smiled tentatively, hoping your tone could ease his suffering even just a little. The light sound of your voice was contrast against the gravely utterance of his own.

"They told me you were dead."

"Huh?"

"The QZ's. Went to every one in the south, Tucson said you'd been there, caught the infection and thrown in the pits." He shot, staring at his plate. A dirty, blackened hand gripping to his fork, you wondered if would break beneath his hold.

"You went looking for me?"

"For years." You face wilted with grief, all those years he'd risked his life trying to find you. It hung in the air and over your head. "Tommys out here too."

"Tommy?" You asked lost.

"My brother."

"Ohh yeah I think I remember. Is he here? In the community?"

"Yeah, by the looks of it, had been for quite a while. His wife's on the committee."

"Who's his wife?" You asked.

"Um Maria, I think maybe."

"Oh really? That Tommy? I fed the horses with him a few times I can't believe I never noticed." The male didn’t respond. “I feel like such an idiot now."

"It's alrigh' I know he probably doesn't talk about me much anyway." He grumbled.

"No he does, he just never mentioned your name." You smiled. A glimmer shone through his chocolate orbs. "Hows the food?"

"Amazing, I haven't had something hot in weeks."

"Well, help yourself, there's enough to go around." You chuckled. "I gotta head back to the greenhouse, Jane wants me to help with dinner. Toby should be over soon to show you where you'll be staying, I hope it suffices."

"Anywhere there ain't raiders or cordycepts is good for me."

"Well it's a start." You joked, lightening the mood. "Hey, I'll see you later." You graced him with your smile, one he thought he would never see again and got up from your seat, going off into a room towards the back.

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The memories haunted him. Where you lived in his memories, so did Sarah. Marbles of green, gold and white, swirling the vignette of his souvenirs. Blissful glimpses of a utopia, his utopia. But you were still here, still on this earth. Joel felt the small hope that something of what he had once lost within him, something small but significant might return one day. Just not yet.

Joel lay in the sheets, fresh and clean, almost as if they'd never been used. He'd never felt luxury like this, at least not recalled it. His body tense, the final stretch of his journey over. Completed. He thought all his worries would alleviate here, but he was spitefully wrong, the feeling left a sour after taste on his tongue.

His thoughts beckoned you back, your features lighting a lust in him and he felt the tip of his penis twitch against the fabric of his newly acquired sweatpants. You still looked as beautiful as the night he fell in love with you, your warm round eyes watching him in admiration, a sweet coy smile dancing on the curve of your lips. His manhood hardened as he summoned your long gone intimate encounters.

Back in the the QZ, he did it as often as he could, bringing himself to a bittersweet climax always followed by heartbroken cries into his sheets. His body ached to go out there into the icy commune and find you, haul you over his shoulder and drag you back here, dropping you onto the mattress as he made up for lost time.

Surprisingly, time hadn't aged you as much as it did Joel. You hair was grown out and now natural, not the honey blonde of your past.

You were bare faced, although he imagined you would of been since the outbreak, only a few creases scattered around your eyes and by the corners of your mouth.

He wondered if it had been laugher that caused them to imprint themselves there, laughter you hadn't shared together in the comfort of his sheets. Much like the scores left in the centre of Joel's brown bone from his constant scowl.

The Brown eyed man palmed himself under the fabric, leaking into his hand as he moistened his length. Joel continued to binge on the echoes of your love.

He dreamed of his throbbing appendage, filling you to the hilt, gawping up at you as you rode his strong thighs. He'd pull down on your thighs, trapping you onto him as he glazed the inside of your cervical walls with his orgasm.

Your goddess moans filling his suburban Texan home. It brought him over the edge, his seed emptying in his boxers. After those tender and vulnerable moments, you'd fall into him, the layer of sticky sweat sealing you together as he pulled your hair out from where it was trapped between you.

He pull you in, staying there as he softened, needing to be as close to you as possible til finally slipping out. Passion and love falling over you like a bucket off ice. Breaths huffing back into rhythm.

You'd crawl into the crevice of his neck, exhaustion overcoming you both. "You did so good, sweetheart." He'd grumble, praising you.

You'd hum into his warmth softly, your laboured breaths slowing until you melted into unconsciousness, laced in the safety of Joel's arms.

Joel heard the wrap of someone's knuckles on the door, barely loud enough for him to hear if he wasn't still in fight or flight mode.

"Hey, just thought I'd see how your settling in?" She smiled, the corners of her mouth curled up with glee. "Bathroom all working?"

"Uh yes, thank you." Joel replied, blushing under her gaze, adjusting his weight from one side to the other. It's the first time he'd been alone with her, just the mere sight awakening something deep inside him.

Joel was still finding it tough to relax here, to fully let his guard down, but seeing that welcoming glint in your eyes put all his worries to rest, now he just needed his body to do the same.

"You look tense, dya want me to ask if someone could take a look at you?" You'd let the words come out but they didn't compute Joel, just a slurred jumble of sounds.

"You know, I think about before often." He confessed, a softness draping across his voice. The thought, comforting to his darkened mind.

"I do too." You smiled hopelessly. Joel deep eyes burnt into your own, his aura still enticing after all this time apart. His hair was different than before, his warm chocolate brown replaced with a charcoal and black, all the golden hue drained from his complexion.

I guess that's what grief does to you, you thought. The deep canyons of his skin were hollower than before, his creases now permanent. I wonder what he's been through these last 20 years.

"I miss touching you." The words fell from his lips like venom, sickly and wrong but you couldn't move your body to get away. They were drenched in a hopeless sorrow.

His calloused hand grazed your cheek, he lowered til his lips pressed to your own. His lips connected to yours, gracing upon the skin untouched by him in two decades.

It felt as though nothing had changed, They were soft and passionate, just how you remembered him, as though this was a kiss hello after picking you up from work.

Sat in his old truck, the Austin sun beaming down below. he stepped closer, the kiss deepening as an affect. But it stopped as quickly as it began. You broke away.

"Joel, stop." He studied you not moving his hand from the warmth of your cheek. Eyes wide as he did so. "I'm seeing someone." You finished delicately. Joel's heart sunk to his stomach.

"Your what?" The question bounced from the walls, his sudden stand off demeanour alarming you. "Who?" He asked astounded.

"His uh, his names Toby, he brought you here yesterday?" You quizzed, pondering if he recalled the encounter.

"Him?" He asked taken aback. His tone was insulting. "That redhead?" The Texans sparse brows were knitted, one deep frown crossing his lips.

His mind racing to pick up on every detail of the man that he originally thought irrelevant.

"Yes Joel." You shot back, chin raised. Arms crossing across your chest as if to show him he didn't intimidate you.

"Seriously?" He chest was puffed up, angry and upset. It reminded you of the small arguments you had back then, so serious at the time but now so trivial.

"Yeah, and?" You argued. Your expression now matching his.

Last time I checked you still loved me, thought the male. But he sucked in his words. He had no right to be angry.

"Nothing. Just a lot to get used to, being here." He started, sighing as he relaxed. He needed to accept things were different now. You weren't his, not anymore. "Sorry." Lips muttered, deflated.

"I get it. It's a lot different to out there isn't it?" The brunette didn't reply, he just stared off to an abandoned family photo hung wonky on the wall. "Come join us for dinner later, yeah?" You offered, tilting your head to the side to catch his attention. Joel replied softly, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"Okay."

You turned to leave, your hair spinning as you turned on your heel towards the front door, preparing yourself for the harsh snowy breeze.

He watched your form turn away from him. Imagining himself running up behind you and hosting you up, spinning you round in a twirl as you giggled, clutching onto him tightly to not be dropped.

But things were different now. You were there, alive and not just alive caged up in Joel psyche.

Joel felt selfish for wanting you all to himself, it made him sad to think someone else had you the same way as he once did. Curled up in another man's arms. As he cradled you into his chest, not Joel's.

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bandgie · 10 months

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All in White Pt. 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n: second part to this post, you can read it as a stand alone but I might make this like a little story so yeah

smut!Miguel O'Hara

synopsis: After a your hook-up gone wrong tries his luck again while you're walking home, Spiderman is there to save the day. You wonder if he thought about your last encounter with him like you had, and you soon find out he wanted you more than you thought.

warnings!: reader is harassed a little, but nothing too bad (yelling, cursing, rough grabbing)

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You didn't miss the way Spiderman had his head between your legs. How he used his lips and tongue to give you an absurd amount of pleasure. That all he wanted to do was taste you, make you finish in his mouth so he could savor you. No, of course not. It's only been a month since you've had such as experience, plus it was a one-time thing. You were sure of it.

That's why it wasn't surprising that you met up with one of the politician's sons. You were chasing the same feeling, not Spiderman himself. It's why you had the arrogant man also eating you out, trying to replicate the feeling you once had.

That's all you wanted.

He was not as good as he made himself out to be. He was too rough, making you squirm from pain rather than pleasure. When you ran into him at one of the underground bars you frequent, you thought you would give him a chance. If he had enough confidence to say he could make you cum on his tongue alone, he should be able to actually do it right?

Wrong. That's why you found yourself pushing his head away, sitting up from the bed you laid on. You hadn't gotten fully naked, just leaving your lower body exposed.

"What?" He asked, irritated that you stopped him.

"Oh ya know...I'm just not feeling it," you say gently. You scoot away and get off the bed, bending down to grab your underwear.

"Fuck you mean you weren't feeling it?" He scoffs, "You're so wet. Here, let me try-"

You shake your head, underwear stickily on. Yes you were wet, but you were thinking about the hero. How he sucked on you, kissed on you, how he-

"It's a normal, human response," you tell the man in front of you, interrupting your thoughts.

You tune him out. He starts saying something about you being unreasonable and a bad lay. You almost laughed, but you were too busy looking for your white skirt.

Finally, you find your belongings, putting your purse around your shoulder and fixing your heels. You look at yourself in the mirror to fix your hair. You cringe at the messy lipstick, remembering how bad of a kisser he was too.

You fix yourself up and head towards the door, hand out before he raises his voice, "You're a fucking bitch. Slut."

Now you laugh, whirling your head to look at him, "Yes. Because that's what every lady loves to hear.

It's far too late to catch a cab or to call your limo to pick you up, so you settled for walking home. It wasn't too far, about 5 miles away. Your heels, however, made it seem twice the distance.

Your brain started going over all the things you've done since your last encounter with Spiderman. Yes, you've met up with a significant amount of more people, but you're just trying to get off. Does that make you a slut? Maybe. Does it make you a bitch for leaving people high and dry? Maybe

Do you care? No.

It would be so much easier if it was the half spider that you could have. It's almost worrisome how much you crave him. You never wanted to suck and fuck someone so bad.

You feel your needy pussy pulse from thinking about him when it finally hits you after this whole month. You have it bad, you're dick whipped.

You're so caught up in your thoughtful walk that you don't notice the person behind you until the grab you by the waist.

You scream, arms immediately swinging while your eyes try to find the face of your kidnapper.

"Stop it! Crazy fucking bitch."

You don't need to see the face to know who it is: The politician's son. You shove him off you, catching your breath. You tale a few steps back, feeling uneasy as he stares at you.

"I'm crazy? You come up to me like a fucking robber how else am I supposed to act?!" You yell, clutching your purse.

An argument between you breaks out. How you were selfish to leave him without letting him cum, how you didn't even cum either so there shouldn't be an issue. You notice that he steps closer during the quarrel, so you take some steps back.

The vocal dance between you two continues until you decide you have enough, turning on your heel to leave. There's no point in arguing with him, or men in general.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?!"

You reach in your purse to grab your pepper spray, but he's faster. Deathly clutching your wrist and the back of your neck with his hands. A cry leaves you and you start kicking at him, screaming, scratching and-

A strong force suddenly knocks him off you. It was so strong that your assaulter hit the wall behind you, knocking him out. Red, neon webs shoot out, tying his unconscious body up. You steady your breathing and wobble away, stunned by everything taking place. You run into a big wall, a squishy one. It registers that it's someone's chest and you look up.

A breath of relief escapes you when you see the familiar white eyes staring down on you. You grasp his arms to make sure he's real, letting your head rest on his chest as you calm your heart.

He reminds you of a cat, so still and stiff he's not sure that he likes the affection you're given him. Truthfully, he shouldn't. It's extremely inappropriate and too out in the open. But he enjoys to warmth your body gives him, your soft breath on his suit.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his voice deep.

You nod, pulling away to look up him. He suddenly uses his hands to touch your face, collecting the tears that fell. You didn't even notice you were crying, too focused in the situation you were in.

"Thank you," you say. You notice that your still holding onto his arms, not wanting to let go. You like the way he feels, hard and warm. He feels like safety.

The hero nods, hands leaving your face and you do the same. "It's dangerous to be walking around this late ya know?" His voice his stern, but light with curiosity on why you're even here in the first place.

"Yeah I know. I prolly shouldn't be out this late, especially with that guy," you joke, turning to acknowledge the passed out man behind you.

"So you know him?" You've peaked Spiderman's interest.

You nod, "Yeah we uhh...hung out...earlier and I left. Guess he wasn't too happy with that."

You swear you could see the mask slightly move, as if frowning. Surely, this superbeing isn't upset that you were in the middle of a hook-up-gone-wrong scenario would he?

"Is that so?" The displeasure evident in his voice clear. It takes a lot of will power to keep yourself from smiling. You want to tease him more, a sudden burst mischief blooming inside you.

"You're better," you blurt. That not what you meant to say.

Maybe it was because of the way his arms folded against his chest or how he looked at you annoyed and irritated. You felt small.

"You were so much better," stop talking, "He didn't even know where the clit was when it was right in front of him. I don't even know why I met up with him-with anyone! I...you...I just..." You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed by your sudden confession.

He doesn't say anything, most likely also stunned by what you said. You were going to start walking in the opposite direction before he started laughing. You shyly peek up, watching as he rubs his masked face with his hands and laughing to himself.

"Are you being serious?" He asks once he's composed himself.

You hesitate, scared of what he might say if you answer truthfully. Fuck it, you think, I've already come this far.

"Yeah, I think about your cock down my throat all the time," you whisper, prepared for the worst.

Instead he smiles, though you can't see it, and rests one of his hands on your shoulder. He bends down to reach your eye level, face too close for hero and civilian.

"Tonight's been a slow one honestly, and I've been thinking about taking a little break," he tells you.

Spiderman finds an alley big enough to fit you both. It doesn't take too long to get yourself on your knees in from of the man who saved you. You eagerly lick your lips, waiting until he clicks the buttons in his wrist a few times before his cock is free.

You smile and look up at him, "That watch can sure do a lot huh?" You don't bother to wait for him to respond, instead taking his length in your hands. He's warm to the touch and it has you bite your lips in excitement. You lock eyes with his mask, kissing him and nuzzling your face closer to him.

Spiderman undoes the lower part of his mask, revealing is lips and nose. He knows it's risky, he shouldn't have even taken you to a secluded area. Miguel never goes for the same person twice, but the way you look at him, like he's the only person you want, it does something to him. Plus he didn't get the feel how your mouth is around him, so he can excuse his mistake this time.

You're tempted to stop your actions and kiss him, but a part of you feels as though that would be stepping a boundary (despite the tip of his cock pressing your lips). You leave one hand to stroke him shaft and the over the cup his heaviness. You lean forward, eyes never his face when you engulf his tip. He sighs approvingly, hand stroking your hair. You smile with him between your lips, finally closing your eyes to focus on not gagging.

Something that is quickly proven difficult. He wasn't only long, but ungodly thick. You were sure you couldn't manage anything past halfway, but the way he was gripping your head and the groans that slipped past him, you were willing to try.

His tip hits the back of your throat and you moan. It hurts, damn near making you want to pull him out, but you're determined. You let yourself drool all over him so he could slide in easier, hands going to work.

Your need for air gets to you as you yank yourself away, gasping and moaning. You feel your spit dribble down your chin and he smiles. "Open your mouth for me." You obey him without question, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out. A nice, wet glob of his spit hits your tongue and some of your cheek. You happily accept it, licking your lips and swallowing it.

Despite you being the one sucking him off, you can't help but get wet. The way your underwear sticks to your cunt and how you can't help but picture him inside you. It would be quite a stretch, but you would love to feel possessed by him.

You go back to the task at hand, this time with more fever. You move the hand from his balls to grip his waist, giving you leverage to press your face as deep as you can take it before moving away. A part of you wishes you could touch yourself, but all of your focus needs to be on the man in front of you.

It's not long before you find a rhythm, occasionally gagging around him and pulling away to gasp for air. He tangles his fingers in your hair and presses you into him, your nose brushing his pelvis. Your eyes roll back into your head, making noises around his girth. You love being used like this. Your pussy aches in desperation, wishing that it was the one being abused rather than your mouth.

He guides your head back and forth while you make sure to suck hard. He hisses softly, "Fuck just like that." You would say something back if you could, but instead you let him throat fuck you. Then you feel the way his dick twitches, how his hands pull your hair aggressively; he's goin to cum.

Your chest starts burning from your oxygen deprivation, but you have bigger things to care about like making sure he cums down your throat. You go deeper than you know you can handle, gagging so forcefully you fear of throwing up. Then it happens, his essence goes deep into your throat. You gargle and try to push away on instinct, but he keeps your head on him.

You can feel your spit and him cum drip out of your mouth, your eyes looked at his pleadingly. He answers your prayers and releases you from his grip and you take a big gulp of air. It's like you've been underwater, damn near drowning with the way you're gasping. You can feel the slick between your lips drip to your thighs, you need him bad.

Without warring he yanks your hair so you're looking up at him. Spiderman takes the tip of his softening cock and rubs it along your lips, humming happily. "You have quite the mouth." You smile and wobble up so you standing, hand going to his dick to softly stroke him. He groans from the over stimulation.

"Well, you have quite the dick. You should've shown me the first time," you comment back, recalling the memories from the bathroom. He laughs grabbing your throat to bring you closer to him.

"Everyone likes a little surprise don't they?" He teasingly whispers before kissing you. You moan into his mouth, knowing he can taste his spill as he shoves his tongue deep into you. He pulls away, hand steadily holding your throat.

Then he's looking at you, really looking at you. The moonlight dances beautifully on your skin, despite how dirty your white skirt had gotten. The way your eyes look so hungry and full of desire, he swears he can see all of your wants just by looking at them. His thumb runs over your lower lip, taunting you.

"Give me your underwear," he suddenly says, making your eyes widen. "What?" You say, your hand stopping from stroking him. A mischievous smile plays on his lips, "Consider payment for taking you home." "But I'm not home," you battle, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You will be," he counters, "I'm not going to let you walk home."

You put your finger to your lips, pretending to think about it, "Hmm I guess I can't say no to the big spider can I?"

You're at the front of your door, still winded by swinging in the city but his webs. Your hair must be a mess and your throat is sore from screaming. Still, when you turn to look at Spiderman, he looks at you like he's can't get enough.

He sticks his hand out and for a second you're confused, then you remember, his payment. You sneak a glance around before bending down to take your panties off. You've never given anyone your garments and no one has ever asked for them, yet the thought of giving it to Spiderman sends chills down your body.

Once you finish, you place them into his hands. He smile and inspects them, "Wow. You were really wet huh?"

You playfully smack his chest, feeling your face heat up. "Shut up!" you whisper loudly. He only laugh and steps closer to you, and you think he's going to kiss you.

He doesn't, instead dipping his fingers underneath your ruined white skirt and playing with your wet folds. You whine, feeling his rough fingers play with you skillfully. Just as you feel yourself getting warm he slaps your pussy harshly, making you yelp.

He takes his fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth. Your tongue dance around his fingers, happily taking anything he gives you.

"Don't miss me too much," he says, taking his fingers out of your mouth.

With that he leaves, your lace underwear in his clutches.

A/N: I might make a 3rd part idk, low-key not getting much inspiration but I know what I want to write lmao

#smut #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #dick suckers #cocksuckingwhore #miguel x y/n #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara

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