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gojo-enthusiast · 4 months

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Your Birthday (R)

Series: My Husband Toji Zenin

November was a great month in your husbands eyes, 1. The weather cooled down, which meant he would go and watch the boat racing comfortably. 2. The food. And 3. Your birthday. Despite your husband being a rough calloused man, your birthday was very important to him. Showering you with gifts, fancy dinners, sex, the kind of sex YOU like. Your birthday he wouldn’t even think about getting pleasure, just pleasuring you. But you always would insist on him cumming with you, saying that it made you happy.

You woke up later than usual, your eyes heavy, and your body groggy. “Good morning Doll.” Toji said sweetly, handing you your favorite latte from your favorite Cafe down the street. “Oh baby.” You smile. “Food is on its way, Chicken and Waffles.” He smiles, “My faaaavorite.” You emphasize the favorite, stretching your arms out for a hug. Toji engulfed you, swelling your body into his embrace. “Get up, go shower, and by the time you get out, your food should be here.” He kisses your forehead. “Yay okay!” You jump up, already hearing the shower running for you.

You get out the shower, wrapping yourself in a robe. “Toji?” You say out loud, not seeing him in the bedroom. “Satoru, I understand this is a very important account, I have showed them floor 87, at least 4 times now. They either need to sign or move along—“ Toji is saying to Satoru over the phone. “Satoru, it’s my wife’s birthday.” He says back. “I don’t care if it’s going to take an hour, that’s an hour taken from my wife.” Toji spits back, you could see his left fist clenching on the granite. “Why is this not something you can handle?” Toji hisses, “I don’t give a fuck if they want me. Take the damn contract, I don’t want it if it’s going to take away from my time with my fucking wife!” He shouts. “Fuck— I’ll be there in 45 minuets. You owe me.” Toji spits out, hanging up on Satoru. You laced your arms around his waist, making him flinch from surprise. “You have to go to work?” You kiss the middle of his back. Toji turns around, picking you up, you wrap your legs around his waist. He plants his lips onto yours, deepening the kiss. “Toji—“ You moan out. “Fuck, don’t sound like that. You’ll make it harder for me to leave.” He throws his head back, furrowing his eyebrows. “Sorry.” You kiss his jawline. “Satoru is gonna get it.” Toji groans. “I gotta go.” He huffs, walking into the shared bedroom. You start to eat your breakfast, drenching it in syrup. “I hope he’s quick.” You think to yourself. A few minutes later, you see your husband in a dress shirt, slacks and his dress shoes. You see him clamping his watch on, and he has a button unbuttoned that gave more of a chilled yet professional look.

“No.” You say. “What?” He questions. You saw the way his biceps bulged, and the way his ass was firm and perky in his slacks. “You look so sexy oh mah gad.” You say, with syrup falling from your lip. You’re practically drooling at this point. “Ill be back princess.” He says wiping the syrup from your lip, and licking his thumb. “Oh no, please don’t leave.” You groan. He was just so god damn sexy. “Oh no wait hold on!” You shout out, chasing him to the door. “Please of god please let me take a picture.” You groan. “Princess, I have to go.” He says. “Just one second please.” You smile, grabbing your phone, and snapping a photo of him chuckling. “Oh my god, Toji. I will have this engraved in my mind for eternity. I love you so much.” You dramatically say. “I love you doll, I’ll be back soon. I left my card on the dresser, go have fun.” He smiles, leaning down, kissing your lips.

You spent part of the day going to little shops in town, Toji wanted you to spoil yourself, but nothing really was appealing to you. Until you found a matching pajama set, buying that and some coffee, you looked down at your Apple Watch, seeing that it had been three hours since Toji left. “I miss him” You frown. You feel your phone buzz, you pull it out, seeing your friends Chrissy is calling, so you answer. “Hey!” You smile, “Hey bitch— happy birthday! Whatcha doing?” She asks, “Oh I’m at the town square next to my house. Toji is working unfortunately.” You say. “What! No! I’ll meet you there, I’m like 5 minuets away!” You friend says.

And thats how you spent your day, you and your friend went to store after store, window shopping, eating pastries, and heading back to your house to watch movies. “When will your man be home?” Chrissy says, “honestly I thought he was supposed to come home earlier, so I don’t know.” You frown. You love your friends, but you had much rather spent the day with Toji. A couple hours go bye, you hadn’t realized you fell asleep on the couch, you look beside you and Chrissy is not around. You grab your phone checking the time—

Chrissy: hey babes, you fell asleep so I let myself out. Have a good birthday! Love ya!

You set your phone down, seeing it was 11PM. You hear the lock on the door click, which means your husband is home. You perk up, seeing your distressed husband, with his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and his hair looked like he had been running his hands through it, which he usually does when he’s stressed.

“Hey my love.” You say softly, embracing him as he takes his shoes off. “I missed you.” You whisper, smelling cigarettes all over his clothes. “Doll, I smell of cigarettes and sweat.” He groans, peeling you off of him. “Let me go shower.” He says in a hush tone. You had followed him to the bathroom, and watched as he unloosened his belt, and peeled off his dress shirt. Standing there in his boxers, you saw his manhood that was clearly throbbing all day. He pulled them down, letting his cock spring right out, you saw the way he was leaking, and how it twitched just standing there. “Baby, I love you.” He eyed you. “I-I love you too.” You said, feeling the lump in your throat. “I want to make you feel good, I really do. I want to give you the birthday you deserve, especially sex. But I really need to have my release.” He groaned as he stroked his cock. You instantly undressed yourself, slipping in the shower before him. Signaling for him to come on in, and join you. “Fuck—“ he groaned, he stepped in, and instantly held yourself against the bar in the shower and bent over. “All for you.” You side eye. “Fuck, baby are you sure?” He says, placing his tip on your core. You nod in agreement. He slowly begins to push himself inside of you, and in an instant, he fully thrust in, not even letting you adjust. He began to thrust brutally, chasing his own release. You moaned and cried at the stretch. It felt so painfully amazing, you arched your back, and let him hold your waist as he fucked you raw.

“Yes— yes Toji.” You moan, you knew you would wake up the next day and wouldn’t be able to walk, but in the moment it was all you wanted to feel. He begin to thrust at a certain speed that kissed your G-spot so perfectly. Making you moan out. One thing about Toji, is he is a brutal man, he loved to watch you cry as he fucked you, he was feral when he did so. He heard a silent sob come out of your mouth, he spun you around and picked you up. “You cryin?” He groaned. “N-no” you said as the water sprayed your face. Toji’s manhood still throbbing, he hadn’t released yet. “FUCK!” he shouts. “Dry the fuck off now.” He spits out, both of you stepping out of the shower. You hurriedly rush drying off, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, slapping your ass ungodly hard. “Ah! Toji!” you yelp. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed. You could tell he was fuming, not at you. His job, Satoru, the fact he couldn’t spend your birthday with you. And the only way this man could let it go, was either drinking, or fucking you, or both.

Toji lied you on the bed, then walking out the room. He came back with a bottle of wine, already opened. Taking a swig. “You want some?” He huffed, you nodded. “Words!” He shouted. “Yes sir.” You say, knowing that is tipping over the edge. He pours some in his mouth, then grabs you by your neck and head and you open your mouth, letting the wine trickle in your mouth into your throat. He was trying to ease you, you knew what he was about to put you through wasn’t going to be the loving man you’re so used to, it was in this moment you understood why he was fucking other women after he got off work on a stressful day. The last thing he wanted to do, was put his sweet wife through a brutal fucking.

“I’m going to fuck you. And you will have to handle it.” He kissed your forehead sweetly. “Yes daddy.” You nod, a little wine dripping down your breast. “Fuck.” He groans. “Open your fuckin mouth.” He hissed, you did exactly as he said, he tapped the tip of his cock against your bottom lip. Then he shoved his cock deep into your mouth and throat. You knew how to take your husband’s cock into your throat, but it was a surprise, and you weren’t ready. But getting fucked by Toji, you don’t get that chance. He begin to fuck your mouth, forcing your head against his base. “Mm” you groan against his cock, you felt yourself struggling to breathe, he pulled you by your hair to look up at him. He had the phone camera in his hand, as he used your hair to control your movements. “Such a dirty little slut.” He groans. “Fuck just like that.” He groaned as he felt you swirl your tongue around. He finally pulled out of you, and you finally catching your breath.

He pushed you done, instantly putting your legs over his shoulder, fucking you raw. “T-To-!” You moan out loudly. “Hush.” He said stuffing a finger into your mouth. “Your pussy is talking to me.” He said, thrusting faster. You moaned out, sucking on his finger, he pulled out, flipping you around, instantly fucking you from behind. He leaned down, sucking on different spots of your back to mark you all up. He then turned you side ways, fucking you even deeper and harder. “Toji please slow down.” You moan, feeling your body is about to break. He then put you back on your back, fucking you fast and choking you lightly. “Fuck!” He would hiss, slapping your face, not hard enough to hurt, but also not light enough to not feel it. He leaned down, his face over your face. “Pussy feels so good.” He groaned. Planting kissing on your neck, and then marking you all over. You knew when you woke up, you would find hickies all over your neck and chest, which meant you were not to leave the house unless you want to be stared at. You hadn’t realized how much of a possessive man Toji is.

He slammed into you as one hand started to playing with your clit, and the other one was holding himself up. “I’m gonna cum. Take it.” He groaned, “toji it’s too much.” You cried, tears pulling down. “No— take it slut. I’m gonna fuck you until you give me a child. Fuck—“ he groaned, “Toji, baby please.” You cried, your body spasming. You just needed him to slow down a little. But Toji was feral, your tears were only fueling his desire. “Fuck yes—“ he groaned loudly, rubbing your clit faster, slapping your pussy. You begin to spasm, feeling your legs give out. And that’s when it finally happened. He came deep inside, while you squirt and creamed all over his cock. He continued the rub, while you clawed and cried for him to let go. You lost all your strength to even speak, just sobbing in pure ecstasy. You had been satisfied sexually from your husband, but never in this way. Toji was sending you the straight overstimulation, erupting a second orgasm, making you squirt again and again. “Fuck yes you dirty fucking whore.” He moaned out, fucking his seed deep into you. “Take that, take all of it.” He hissed, pulling you into his lips, kissing your fucked out face. Your body went limp, you no longer could move, but you feel everything. “Fuck!” He hissed, fucking you again, wanting another release. He did that for 10 minutes, while your body spawned and you sobbed. He kept fucking you until he came 3 times, and you passed out. Finally peeling himself off of you, and seeing he had completely fucked out his wife.

“Shit!” He groaned, seeing the way his seed spilled out of your cunt so deliciously, he scooped it up, pushing it back inside of you. “You’re gonna make me a father.” He whispered into your ear. “You keep my babies inside of that tight pussy.” He said, kissing your temple. You felt as if you weren’t even a person anymore.

You woke up, and you were lying in the bath with your husband behind you, he was washing your hair. You dozed right back to sleep, you couldn’t even comprehend anything that was happening. You woke up again to the sun slowly peeking through the window, you were engulfed in your husband’s embrace, you both were naked and clean.

“You okay doll?” Toji muttered. Your body ached, and you felt bruised everywhere. “I feel as if I was hit by a car.” You groaned. Feeling the way your cunt was throbbing and sore. “I’m so sorry doll.” He kissed your forehead. “I have never wanted to do that to you.” He groaned. Hiding his face in your hair. “Is that what you did to the other women?” You asks innocently. “Doll.” He said quietly. “It’s okay, you can tell me.” You said kissing his jawline. “Yeah.” He huffed. “Well I’m grateful I’m the only one who gets to see sweet Toji. Because I don’t think I could handle mean Toji everyday.” You giggle. “I’m sorry baby.” He embraced you. “It’s okay. It felt amazing, it was just a lot for me to take.” You giggled again. “I promise I’ll make it up to you— once you… heal.” He groaned, feeling his cock start to ache again. “Toji!” You slapped his chest. “It’s alright, I’ll do it myself.” He chuckled, pulling his cock out, fisting himself. While you drifted off to sleep to the sweet sounds of your husband groaning your name.

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albertasunrise · 9 months

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Hope - Getting Your Hopes Up

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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So first chapter's a little short but I promise its building... Gonna be away for a few days one a work trip but will try get some more updates out in a few days)

Series Masterlist - Part 1

Joel had instantly sensed that something had changed between you both after the visit to Tommy’s and not for the better. You were more guarded around him. Kept a sort of, metaphorical and sometimes physical, distance from him at all times and he just couldn’t understand what had changed. He had thought the visit had gone well. You and Tommy had hit it off and his brother hadn’t stopped thanking you for the help you were so generously bestowing on him and his daughter.

Maybe that was it.

You were fed up with the sleepless nights and taking care of not only Sarah but him also. When you said you were going to move in and help, he hadn’t thought to ask how long you planned to do that. It had been a few months now. Perhaps you were at the end of your tether and he couldn’t expect you to do this forever.

You on the other hand were wracked with guilt. The feelings you had developed for Joel and the statement he’d made at Tommy’s had led you to avoid any sort of close contact with him. You thought by distancing yourself from him that it would get easier to cope with them but you were wrong. It just confused you further. His sad eyes would follow you as you flitted around the house cleaning or cooking or tending to Sarah. You knew you weren't dealing with this in the right way but there wasn't an instruction manual on this.

'Idiots guide to dealing with your crush on your dead best friend's husband.'

Yeah, there wasn't anything out there to help you navigate these feelings you felt. Then, on a rare and much-needed night out 3 months later with the girls, your friend Linda suggested you try something new.

"Speed dating?" You snorted as you sipped your Mojito.

"Don't knock it till you've tried it." Linda defended, pointing her forefinger at you as she smirked at your reaction "My sister met her fiancé doing it and they're an amazing couple."

"I'm not exactly looking for a husband right now." You chuckled, glancing at Hanna that was watching this interaction with amusement.

"Well, my tall dark and handsome over there would probably happily help you with your dry spell." She chuckled, motioning at the man who had, unbeknown to you, been glancing at you all evening "He's not been able to take his eyes off of you."

"I don't know." You grumbled, smiling at him sweetly before looking back at your friends "I don't know if I-"

"He's coming over." Linda grinned as she playfully elbowed you.

"I think it's time for another round." Piped up Hanna, winking at you "Linda, could you help."

"No… No, no Pleas-" You didn't get to finish your sentence before they were up and leaving you to fend for yourself.

Mr tall dark and handsome seemed to falter a moment before schooling his features and heading over to your table.

"Hi." He said softly, giving you a sweet smile and you felt yourself relax a little as you replied with a quiet "Hey." Back.

"Your friends are about as subtle as a dump truck." He joked and you snorted.

"Understatement."

"I'm Alec." He said, holding his hand out to shake which you accepted as you gave him your name in return.

"I uh… I gotta confess something." He said, scratching the back of his neck bashfully and you felt your pulse quicken "I uh, I'm not very good at this. I just got divorced and my buddy over there dragged me out to find someone to wet my wick."

"Think my friends were trying to achieve something similar." You chuckled "Been going through a bit of a dry spell." You confessed, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I pretty much noticed you the moment you walked in with your friends and I… Well, I decided that if there was anyone I wanted to try this whole 'dating' thing with again, it was you."

"I could be a psycho for all you know." You scoffed "How could you possibly know that I was the girl you wanted?"

"Because you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He stated plainly, ripping the air from your lungs "You have honest eyes."

"Honest eyes?" You chuckled and he nodded.

"You can tell a lot about a person from their eyes."

You smiled at his statement. Finding yourself taken by his dark hair and piercing blue eyes. You continued to talk, even when your friends returned with the round of drinks they had promised. They eventually left, demanding you call them with the details to which you rolled your eyes before hugging them goodbye. You stayed at the bar a little while longer. Getting to know Alec intimately. What he liked to read, cook, and do on the weekends. You learned that he had a two-year-old that he had sole custody of. The mother not wanting to be tied down by family. He lit up when you asked if he had a picture and he was quick to pull out a Polaroid that he kept in his wallet.

"My uh… My parents have Noah for the night." He said, smiling nervously at you as he took his shot "Did you uh… do you fancy coming back to my place?"

"Definitely!"

Joel was sitting staring at his mug of coffee when you made your entrance that following morning. He looked up at you briefly before returning to staring at the mug in his hands, watching the steam rise from the drink and fade into nothingness.

"Good night?" He asked, desperately trying to keep his voice steady.

"Great night." You replied, pulling a mug from the cupboard and pouring yourself some coffee from the machine "Really needed it."

"Good." He replied plainly "Glad you enjoyed yourself."

"I did." You continued, completely unaware of the tone Joel was setting "I didn't realise how badly I needed to let my hair down. The last few months haven't allowed for much fun." You chuckled and Joel scoffed.

"Sorry, we're such bores." He grumbled, taking a large swig of his coffee and your brows drew together as you turned to face him.

"You know I didn't mean it that way." You argued, feeling your heart tug a little at the thought he would think you didn't enjoy his company.

"You didn't come home last night." He stated and you felt even more confused by his attitude.

"I uh… I met someone last night and we hooked up." You replied casually, shrugging your shoulders as you blew on the coffee in your grasp.

Joel felt jealousy lick at his soul but he knew he had no right to feel that way. You were only there to help him with Sarah. He had said it himself. You and he were just friends. Nothing more.

"Right, well, would have appreciated a heads up that you weren't coming back." He grumbled, downing the last of his coffee before standing to grab himself a refill "I was worried."

You opened your mouth to argue but stopped in your tracks. You were living under his roof and you should have probably given him a heads up.

"I know sorry." You sighed "Didn't mean to worry ya." You continued as you scraped a hand over your mouth "I wasn't really thinking about you at the time."

"Figures." He snarled and you felt your fuse burn out.

"You know, I think perhaps I should move back home now." You piped up and Joel's eyes widened as he turned on his heel to look at you "Sarah's nearly 5 months old now. You don't need my help anymore."

"I-"

"I'll still be around if you need help but I think it's best if I just go home. I'm only getting in the way now."

"You're not…" Joel trailed off as he tried to find the words to say to stop you from doing this.

From leaving him.

"Sarah's so used to you being around. What if she doesn't like just me being there."

"She'll forget about me in no time." You said softly, starting to feel guilty about the decision you were making "It'll be fine Joel." You assured him "You're a great father!… You don't need me."

You moved out that night. It didn't take you long to pack the clothes you'd brought with you, packing them into your car before saying your goodbyes to Joel and Sarah and driving home. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you watched them disappear in the rearview mirror. You hated to leave them but you knew that if you wanted to remain friends, you had to leave. It was the right thing to do.

In the two months that followed, your and Joel's relationship started to mend. You were able to laugh together again. You continued to take care of Sarah on the days he wasn't able to but your evenings were taken up by your new relationship with Alec and his adorable son. The relationship flourished with each date and kiss you shared.

Joel watched from the sidelines as you fell hard and fast for this man. The green monster he had tried to tamp down was trying to crawl its way out every time he was near the two of you. Weekends with you, Alec and Noah had become a common occurrence. Noah seemed to enjoy showing Sarah how to play and she seemed to be just as taken by him.

"Maybe there are wedding bells in their future." Alec joked one Saturday as he watched Noah lay on his tummy on Sarah's play mat beside her. playing with her assortment of toys as she watched him with a wide grin on her face.

"They are super cute together." You piped up, chuckling as Alec wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close so he could kiss you sweetly.

"Not as cute as you too." Chuckled Tommy from his seat beside his brother "It's actually a little sickening." He said as he mimed himself vomiting and you rolled your eyes at him and flipped him off.

"You're just jealous." You teased the younger Miller as you returned to arranging the sides and cutlery on the table.

"Not much time for relationships right now." He replied with a shrug as he took a swig of his beer "What about you brother?"

"Hmm?" Joel hummed as he looked at his brother "What about me?"

"You been on any dates?"

"I'm a widow with a baby." Joel scoffed "Not much time to date between naps, changed diapers and bottle feeds."

"You know we would happily have her for an evening if wanted a night off!" You piped up, looking up at Alec who smiled and nodded at you in agreement.

"I hear there's a speed dating event going on this weekend and the Rising Sun." Alec announced as he scooped up the burgers and placed them on a bun "Didn't a friend of yours meet her fiancé at one?"

"Friend's sister but yes." You replied, "They're like the perfect couple I swear!"

"I'm not looking to date right now." Joel growled, wishing desperately for this conversation to end.

"Oh come on brother, you can't remain alone forever."

"My wife, Sarah's mum, has been dead less than a year." He snapped and rendered you all silent "I lost…" He tried off as his eyes zoned in on you, noting Alec's hand on your hip and how you leaned into him as he planned a tender kiss on your temple.

"Sorry, Joel." Piped up Tommy, pulling his attention away from you and to his brother beside him "We didn't mean-"

"I know." Joel stopped Tommy in his tracks, giving him a reassuring look as the necks of their beers clinked together "I'm just not sure I'm ready for anything new right now."

"You know where we are when you are." Alec piped up "We're here for you."

"Always." You said, giving Joel a nod before looking up at Alec adoringly.

Joel said nothing more. He watched as you and Alec shared what could only be described as a loving kiss and Joel could do nothing but watch. Muttering what he was about to say under his breath as he sipped his beer.

"I lost my chance with her." His eyes didn't leave you as you giggled at Alec cheekily grabbing your ass as you started to carry the burgers over to the table "I blew my chance at loving her."

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winniethewife · 4 months

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Like we're right back at the start (Jake Lockley X Reader)

A/n: I felt it was unfair that both the other Moonboys and Layla get a Holiday fic from my series but Jake didn’t so here’s something For Him. Featuring everyone’s Favorite Cat OC Viejita! (Courtesy to @guruan for the art and the cat) It’s undeniably real will return in the new-year!

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She sat on the bed in the flat she shared with Jake, Marc and Steven. She looks across the cluttered apartment. It was home, they had recently decorated the place for the holidays, they had celebrated Hanukah at the beginning of the month, and now it was Christmas Eve, she was really hoping for a Christmas miracle, to have her boy’s back for Christmas. The string lights carefully hung on bookshelves made the small flat feel just that much more cheery. She was waiting for one of her boy’s to walk through the door after a mission, they’d been away for a couple days. she looks at the small pile of presents in the corner. Just as she was about to get up A small dark Hairless cat jumped into her lap.

“Viejita! What is it mi pequeña reina? Hm? You need some Mami cuddles huh?” She looks at the cat giving a her a rub on her head. The cat looks at her lovingly. She was wearing an adorable jumper, blue with snowflakes, keeping her hairless body warm in these colder days.

“Merw!” Viejita head butts her hand as she starts to purr.

“I know, I know. It’s so hard being a kitty. All the love and attention you get, Its just too much.” She coos at the kitten who meows back in turn. They sit like this for a while before the door opens as a familiar face with a Page boy cap comes in.

“Ah, look it’s mis bellas damas…Papi’s home!” Jake laughs as he walks over to them, giving Viejita a scritch on the head and a kiss for his girlfriend. “Hola Mami…looking good…” He murmurs flirtatiously.

“Mmm…you too Papi…” She looks into his eyes, she reaches up to his face, running her thumb along his cheek. “Merry Christmas eve baby.”

“Oh yeah, that’s today isn’t it? I got home just in time.” Jake grins. Viejita Starts Meowing at Jake. He had gotten distracted by his lover, and had stopped petting her, a criminal offence. “Oh I’m so sorry your highness, please forgive me for the error in my ways.” Jake says with a laugh before picking up Viejita and holding her to his chest.

“I think she missed her Papi, like I did.” She stands up next to him and kisses his cheek. “I gotta get Dinner started okay?”

“Okay Mami, Te amo.” Jake smiles at her and as she walks by he reaches to grab her hip, squeezing her softly.

After dinner, Shes standing at the window, watching as the snow falls. She can hear the small snores of the cat on the bed behind her and the water running as Jake does the dishes. She leans on the wall, she swears the whole world seems brighter at this time of year, even though its darker and colder. Her ears prick up as she hears the water shut off, a moment later and she feels Jake’s strong arms wrapped around her, his face nuzzled in her neck, he places a soft kiss there as his hands caresses her sides. He had Changed out of his normal Button up and Slacks for some comfortable dark sweatpants and a Jumper that matched Viejita's, A dark blue with Snowflakes, A Hanukah present from a few weeks ago.

“I’m glad you made it home in time for Christmas. I know you don’t really celebrate…” She leans into his embrace.

“Hermosa, It’s important to you, so it’s important to me. Maldito pájaro estúpido, I’ll be here for you when you need me.” Jake’s voice in her ear is soft and comforting, Words that almost no one else would use to describe him. They stand together enjoying the moment. Watching the snow fall. Jake makes a sound as he remembers something, and he pulls away for a moment

“espera aquí.” He mutters before grabbing something out of his jacket. She looks over her shoulder as she watches him come back over to her a small silver box in hand. “I didn’t exactly…know what to get you, the others they got you stuff and wrapped it up all nice, but…I just remembered when we were gone and…Well you keep singing all those songs and I…Just open it.” Jake tries, but he’s not a man of many words, she smiles as she turns to take the box from him and opens it up to find a bundle of Mistletoe.

“Jake…its perfect.” She smiles as she looks at the small bundle of leaves, it was an unusually sweet thing for Jake to do. He takes the bundle and holds it over their heads.

“Mistletoe kisses eh?” He smirks at her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Now this, this was very on brand for him. She laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck, closing the distance between them to kiss him. Her soft lips moving against his as he snakes his free hand around her waist. He hums softly into the kiss. This was what he needed to find.

I needed Christmas to find my way back here to you

Translations:

mi pequeña reina: My little queen

mis bellas damas: my beautiful ladies

Maldito pájaro estúpido: Damn the stupid bird

espera aquí: wait here

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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Open your heart // Steve Harrington

Summary: While memories flood back as you fight off unconsciousness, Steve fights tirelessly to get you to safety and out of the upside down. At the tail end of one hell of a journey, Steve thinks he’s gotten you out—only to see you fall victim to another evil.

Warnings: Stranger Things spoilers. Mild graphic content. Angst.

Word Count: 3.7k

Author Note: Read part one to Unambiguous Love here. Series Masterlist can be found here.

“Here, I’ll take her again.” Steve gestured to Eddie as he stood waiting at the end of the stairwell, vines sprawled around the Wheelers House. Only in the upside down. “You’ve done enough man.” Eddie didn’t hesitate to hand you over, slumping with a groan, Steve’s heart sunk a little lower every time he heard you yelp or groan in the slightest bit of pain. An ounce of pain was more than enough, But Steve? he knew it must have been extremely painful, his own injuries were killing him. But for you? He’d have to remain strong.

“I think Nancy and Robin found the bikes, anyway, are you sure your good man?” Steve just sighed in response to Eddie’s concern as he pushed the hair from your face, his eyes welling with tears as he watched you fight off unconscious thoughts. Slumping in his arms as small beads of sweat started to litter your forehead. Mumbling unidentifiable sentences softly to yourself as your eyes fluted open then shut, open then shut, neck limp, your head heavy on your shoulders. Most likely a fever setting in. “Steve?”

“I don’t have a choice to be anything but good right now—” Steve groaned as he carried you out of the house, tip towing around vines that slithered absentmindedly over the ground below. “Gotta get her outta here.” Eddie was the first to notice your eyes flickering like crazy behind your eyelids, suddenly not fighting to remain open like they had been not a minute ago. Rapidly moving back and forth.

“She looks like she’s having a mad dream.” Eddie questioned. Choosing the bike just behind Steve’s so he could keep an eye on you from behind. You know, just to be sure you like didn’t die or something.

“I hope whatever it is its better than being stuck in here.’ Steve replied, helping you to straddle his waist as he sat on the saddle, holding you close to his chest with one arm as he steered with the other. Was this practical? No, was it comfortable? No, was it working with some grace of whatever god was above? Yes. And that was a win Steve was willing to take. “Whatever it is please make it better then here, anywhere but here, I got you Y/n, I got you.” Steve whispered to himself as he worked to peddle the bike. Keeping up with the group as they made their way over to Eddies upside down trailer to meet Dustin who of course had a plan. Steve could hear you mumbling as your head lulled against his shoulder. “I got you.”

Bright florescent lights beamed down from the celling as you held your palm up to the light to cast a shadow across your face, squinting, your vision started to come back as bookshelves full of books just begging to be brought came into frame, lining the hardwood shelves you’d worked hard to colour coordinate and organise by author and genre, a mix of shelves made of oak and pine.

“Isn’t it usually your break around this time champ?” Steve’s voice has your head spinning around before it felt like your body could keep up. “I got you.” You heard Steve say as clear as day, yet his lips didn’t move, his mouth remained shut. He’s cheek a crimson red as he handed you a rouge book that had somehow fallen off one of the shelves. “I’ve got you Y/L/N.”

“I’m sorry what did you say?” you asked curiously as you stepped closer. Steve just scoffed softly in return. Repeating his dream self. Your subconscious version of him.

“I said, when do you get off?” Steve smiled softly as he met you in the middle aisle.

“Um—” you tried to remember, looking down at your watch, there were no hands nor numbers to tell you the time, just a simple blank circle strapped to your wrist. Time obsolete here. Confusion consuming you. “I uh, I’m not sure, I feel like I just got here.”

“Huh, well—” Steve smirked softly as he ran a hand casually through his hair, pushing it up and further away from his face. The scoops uniform looked too good on him for how stupid it was. Evoking a small chuckle from you before you quickly tried to hide it, biting your bottom lip as you held the book to your chest. A red cover, no tittle. Or from what you could see a blurry unfocused heading. Smudged almost. “How about I just hang around here for a while? While you work, surely this place doesn’t get that many customers.” Steve teased, he always tried to get a rise from you about Waldenbooks, he’d never seen a customer below the age of 45 wondering the bookshelves. You knew otherwise, so to bite back would be pointless. Much like the time he’d tried to tease you about your Madonna mix tape that you had playing softly through the speakers. Open Your Heart specifically. At the memory of the time Steve had asked you if you knew Russian in any capacity, Madonna started to play. You couldn’t remember putting a tape in. oddly playing the same song, Open Your Heart. Were you dreaming? Were you dead? Trying to shrug the intrusive thoughts aside, you replied to Steve’s sass.

“Unlike some of us who scoop ice-cream for children who already know how to scam the free sample system, I have a real job with real responsibilities Harrington, I can’t just entertain you whenever you feel like bunking off.” You smirked, turning back into Steve after sliding the unknown book back into the neat and tidy home upon the stacked shelves. Somehow knowing exactly where it came from without knowing the tittle. Steve bit his lower lip as he drew you in, his hands sliding across your waist as he backed you into the shelf behind you, cornering you. “Steve—”

“Scooping ice-cream takes a lot of skill, you see—” Steve paused as his voice grew lower, his breath fanning delicately across your cheek as he leaned in closer towards your ear. Fingertips tilting your chin a little higher to expose your neck. “It has to be just the right amount, too little and it’s not satisfying, too much and it can be painful.” Steve Teased as his eyes met yours, smirking wildly. You swore he could feel your heartbeat beating outside of your chest, the heat rising in your cheeks was clearly radiating against the palm of his hand as he pushed his thumb against your cheek. “But scooping ice-cream isn’t the only thing I’m skilled at, is it?” Steve asked softly before closing the ever so slight gap between you. His lips melting against yours like warm butter to toast. A gentle moan escaped you as Steve deepened the kiss, both his hands now cupping your flushed cheeks. “You wanna come over tonight?”

“What would you do if I said no?” you teased, biting your bottom lip yet again as Steve looked you up and down. You felt like this had happened before, a crazy case of déjà vu.

“Well id just have to great really creative with some magazines and that half empty bottle of lotion hidden in the top of my dresser—” you couldn’t help but to laugh, forcing a smile so mesmerising to plaster upon Steve’s face as you pushed past him, shaking your head as you walked down the aisle, bookshelves either side filled to the brim. “So, is that a, yes?”

“I’ll be there Harington, don’t cream your pants.”

“All right pull on it! See if it holds!?” you heard what sounded like Dustin shout, it echoed inside your head, almost like a painful strike of electricity.

“You, okay?” Steve asked as he frowned his brows, watching as you looked around for where Dustin’s voice was coming from. “Bub?”

“Guess I’m the guinea pig.” Robin’s voice echoed inside your head as Steve placed his hand against your forearm. Worried.

“I think I’m; I think I’m going crazy.” Trying to laugh it off as you shook your head, Steve’s eyes were as serious as you had ever seen them.

“You need to wake up now, okay?” he whispered as he kissed your forehead softly. Wake up Y/n, you’re in danger.”

“What? What are you talking about? I just got here I—” you hissed as your head felt like a million pounds on your shoulders, your body aching, like your flesh was trying to tear away from your bones. Suddenly bloodied and bitten, bruised and throbbing uncontrollably. “Steve?”

“Wake up, don’t stay here, you have to go back.” Steve grew so serious it scared you. The way his eyes turned so dark you hardly recognised him anymore, the lights flickered uncontrollably was books flew from the shelves around you, row by row as if something was coming for you. Someone, something, the subconscious version of Steve you’d concocted inside your head protecting you from something unholy, something dangerous and horrible. Shoving you harshly was a scream you didn’t recognise as Steve’s. “Run—”

“Easy, easy.” It was Steve who spoke, but again his lips didn’t falter, his voice echoing in your head as the Steve who stood before you began to fade as you fell backwards towards the ground, only nothing stopped you, an endless paradox, that same sinking feeling you get while you’re dreaming, and you fall out of bed. Falling into nothingness. A darkness so intoxicating it consumed you whole. Screaming as you fell through the dark void uncontrollably, panicking as you tossed and turned through nothing. Falling. “See you on the other side.” The voice inside your head, Steve’s, voice, spoke again. Only this time louder, pulling you away from inside your subconscious and out into the real world, your eyes opening wide in panic and fear. Steve noticed for a moment that your eyes flashed a bright white, he’d seen that before, with max. You weren’t there for a moment as you tried to take in your surroundings. Your eyes return to their normal shade, all the colours in the world that were Steve’s favourite. Smacking your arms against Steve as he held you close, flailing with panic as adrenaline flushed through your system, not knowing where you were or what to believe.

“Y/n hey, hey it’s me, easy!” crashing to his knees to console you, Steve tried his best to calm you, brushing your hair from out of your face as you calmed to look at your surroundings, Nancy halfway up a floating rope. “You’re safe, I’ve got you yeah? Gonna get you out of here, I’m right here.”

“No, no no somethings not right!” you cried. “Somethings not right, I was just with you I—” you were hyperventilating.

“How are we gonna get her up here Steve?” Robin asked from above the rope.

“Y/n” Steve cooed as he rocked with you between his thighs. “Listen, see that rope?” Steve guided you to look up, the gang all peering down at you, all faces you knew.

“Yeah?” you whispered, nodding in response.

“Yeah? Yeah good, good, I gotta yet you up there because it’s not safe down here, okay so you gotta work with me for five seconds so we can get outta here.”

“Here, I’ve got a chair Steve, lift her up I’ve got her!” Eddie chimed in, reaching halfway through the gate in the roof or floor or whatever you wanna call it that was in his trailer. Helping you off the ground as gently as he could, Steve helped you reach up for Eddies hands ad he lifted you off the ground. The second he knew Eddie had you he left go. Only to watch you fall back towards him, eyes glowing as you fell on top of him. “Y/n? hey!” Steve worked to tap your cheeks, trying to wake you. “Hey! Y/n answer me, okay? Y/n!?”

“Steve? What’s going on? Eddie shouted. Max knowing exactly what was happening. Her answer alone sending chills down the spines of every single person there.

“Vecna.”

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There was something unsettling about this version of the scoops you had grown to love. from the way the lights flickered without a pattern to the way the wall paper melted off the walls. Ice cream sat melted in their tubes, forgotten treats. Flys swirled all over, like they were in search of the sugary melted treat that would have them buzzing for hours to come on sugar highs.

“You should've run faster–” it was a low baritone voice that echoed off the walls that has your breath hiking in your throat. Not a soul in sight until the familiar sight of Steve came out from behind the ice cream bar. His uniform bloodied and torn.

“Steve?” you asked, shaking in fear, your feet stuck to the ground like glue. “What’s going on?”

“Here for your daily sample?” Steve asked as blood dripped from his mouth down his chin, the red caught between his teeth with ease. Your heart couldn't control itself inside your chest as he stepped closer. “Or are you just here to see me?” Steve asked casually as if the world around you wasn't rotting, as if he wasn't rotting before your very eyes.

“I uh– um–” you stammered over your words, too afraid to speak. “Steve–” you couldn't figure out what was going on, how you got here, when this was.

“What's the matter?” Steve hissed, stepping close enough that his breath was fanning over you. “What are you so afraid of?” you didn't even have to ask it, all you had to do was think it. Steve vocalising your very thoughts before you. “Me not loving you?” a sharp chuckle left Steve's mouth as he listed a hand to push the strands of hair that had fallen in bloody clumps behind your hair. “Why would I ever love you to begin with?” it stung like a thousand knives slicing thin cuts against your skin. Your eyes began to well before you could stop the tears streaming down your face.

“Steve–”

“Why would I love you? There's not a single thing to love about you.” it felt as if you were having a heart attack. “How could you ever compare, to anyone, to Robin, to Nancy, to all the girls i've taken home or gone home with–” Steve kept digging his knife deeper into your chest, twisting and turning it deeper every time he spoke. His hand holding you still by the back of your head as you tried to move, frozen in place. Whimpering. “What is there that's so unique and special about you, Y/n that's worthy of love, from anyone–”

“You said you–”you tried to speak, the urge to throw up prominently behind every word you managed to squeak out. “You said you–”

“I will never get over her.” Steve hissed, drawing you harshly into his cold grasp. “You will never be, anything, to me.” pushing yourself away, you fell to the ground, pushing yourself along the ground that shook. The version of Steve who stood before you no longer Steve the next time you looked up at him. Now who you could only assume was Vecna.

“Get away from me!” you screamed as the lights flickered violently. “Get away! dragging yourself long the ground as Vecna stepped towards you, veins wrapping tightly around your wrists, your ankles, swaying you up into the air where they help you. Floating. “STEVE–!”

“He cannot help you now, none of them can.” the low barritions of Vecna's voice dug deep into your soul. “It's time–” clocks, the clocks rang loud around you. “For you’re suffering, to end.”

“I'm not suffering, no, I'm not suffering at all! What su–suffering, please, please don't!” you cried as Vecna approached you, studding you up close. So close you could see the ooz dripping from whatever his skin was. “I'm so happy, i wanna live, i wanna live my life, please– im so utterly in love and–and i haven't even travelled the world!” you couldn't help your tears from flowing effortlessly down your cheeks as you spewed your ambitions and wants to a monster who didn't care. “I'm in love and I know he loves me too, I wanna be a teacher, special education, I wanna get married and have children! Please don't take my life away, I'm begging you!” you screamed as you fought your hardest to get out of Vecna's grasp. “I'm begging you!”

There was no response, just a simple growl. His hand came up so so close to your face you almost felt his fingertips against your forehead, your cheeks. The gentle hum of a tune you knew dearly, held close to your heart, began to play. A beat so catchy it was hard to mistake. A rhythm that made you smile with a chorus that always made you smile, flooding your mind with memories– playing like a rolodex. Madonna’s, Open Your Heart.

“Y/n! Just stay with me! Just stay with me okay?” steved begged you, his hands cupping the sides of your face. Tears streaming freely down his cheeks. “Whatever you guys are doing, hurry up!” Steve shouted up into what felt like an empty void above.

“Steve says you need to hurry!” Erica shouted as she ran down the hall.

“Yeah– no shit! Dustin sassed as he rummaged through Eddie's draws looking for something, anything that would help.

“We’re trying, we can't find anything!” Max tried to explain.

“Seriously! What is all this shit!” Robin shouted as she held out cassette tapes to Eddie.

“What are you even looking for!” Eddie asked curiously with such a panicked undertone.

“Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles, Music we need music!” Robin shouted back, throwing the tapes everywhere as Eddie snatched one from her hand.

“This IS MUSIC–!!” Eddie hissed, kind shitty with the insult Robin gave his music collection. “Wait! Steve!” Eddie ran towards the gate in his living room, panting as he looked up into the upside down where Steve had you in his arms, eyes still glowing white. “Steve! Y/n likes Madonna, right!?”

“Yeah! Yeah she does! Drop it down! Quickly quickly drop it down, Max’s walkman too!” Steve asked, panic dripping from his tone, he knew you didn't have much time. For Steve, the next 20 seconds or so that it took Eddie to race back to Max, rip her Walkman away and race back to Steve, it felt like an eternity. Holding you gently yet every so tightly in his arms. “We had a deal–” Steve whispered in your ear, pushing your hair out of your face repeatedly as he did so. Losing his mind as he started to believe that he was losing you before he had a chance to be with you. “God dammit we had a deal–”

“Here man, head up!” Eddie's voice drew Steve back to reality for a moment, working quickly to place the cassette in and blast whatever song he thought would have a possibility of working. He wasn't 100% sure what your favourite song was, not with the rate you changed your mind, but god damn he was going to try. Madonna’s, Open your heart playing as loud as it could.

“Please come back to me.” Steve sobbed as he held you in his arms. “Please come back to me!” you could see him, Steve. Crying, holding you in his arms. Another world away as you tried to focus on him. “I love you, I need to be able to tell you that, don't leave me, please.” it was a plea for mercy. Watching him through a faded portal behind Vecna’s shoulder as he held you, trapped in the memory you once adored, now tarnished.

“Steve!” you gasped, a tentacle wrapping around your throat tight. “Ste–”

“You can't escape me.” vecna hissed, that awfully low baritone voice ringing in your ears. “You. Are. Weak.”

“But Steve needs me!” you growled, using all the strength you could find in yourself, you swung your head back then forward hard. Your forehead smacking against Vecna’s hashly. Tenticalls dropping you to the ground as he stumbled backwards ever so slightly. Allowing you a second of time to jump from your knee and run. Run as fast as you could, slipping on the tiles that were Vecna’s upside down version of Scoops. Pushing yourself back up as you ran towards Steve inside the portal. Madonna playing louder with every stride you took.

Open your heart to me, baby, I hold the lock and you hold the key, Open your heart to me, darlin'. I'll give you love if you, you turn the key.

Utter agony consumed your entire being as you coughed and gasped and cried out in Steve's arms. Jumping back into your body, out of vecna’s grasp. Steve’s arms holding you tight. Your wounds throbbing, your heart pounding. All you wanted to do was sleep. Just close your eyes.

“Y/n!” Steve gasped. Eddie hung through the gate above you, his arms outstretched waiting for you. “Oh thank god!”

“Steve lets get her outta there man lets go!” Eddie shouted, growing impatient. Scared outta his own damn mind.

“I love you.” Steve sobbed. Kissing your cheek as he helped you to your feet. Guiding you to Eddie as you struggled to stand, giving up. “We have a deal yeah? Let's get you outta here.” Steve reminded you, sensing your fight fading, you were so close to being safe. “Don't give up on me now, I can't lose you.”

“Harrington, you’re not getting rid of me this easily.” you mumbled, Eddie and the gang working hard to hoist you up out of the upside down. Finally to safety. Steve let out a sigh of relief he hadn't realised he was holding in, climbing the rope behind you.

“Phone, I need a phone!” Steve hissed as he jumped up from the mattress. Dustin gestured to the wall phone as Steve shot to his feet, Robin helped to keep your wounds under pressure to stop the incredible loss of blood. She didn't want to say anything but she would be shocked if you made it through the night. Steve still couldn't control his tears, his face dripping wet as he met Robin's eyes. Watching her take care of you, the love of his life.

“Hello, yes! I need an ambulance!”

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The Stable Girl: Chapter Six

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

chapter rating: E (fem masturbation, unprotected piv, creampie, cum eating, sibling conflict, protective!joel making a return, semi-public sex, oral fem rec, another creampie bc why not)

word count: 7.3k

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“Sunshine, you seen my damn boots?” Joel was pacing around downstairs like a chicken with its head chopped off, his boots nowhere in sight and his class at the community center starting in fifteen minutes.

“Hm, why don’t you come check up here?” Joel’s brows creased at her response as he walked back up to his bedroom, confused as to why she didn’t just check herself if she was already up there until…

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he gasped at the sight of her stripped bare on the middle of the bed propped up by his pillows, his much too big boots on her feet, her legs spread wide displaying her wetness, her fingers pumping in and out filling the room with a wet squelch, her other hand kneading her breast. “You tryin’ to tease me?”

“Not a tease if I’ll let you have it,” she purred and he felt himself throb, his resolve fading with each squelch of her fingers inside her pussy. Pulling them out, she lifted them to her lips and sucked on them, an involuntary moan slipping from Joel’s lips at the sight. “Tastes so good. You sure you don’t wanna try it for yourself?”

“Baby,” he whined, his palms itching to feel the soft skin of her thighs, his mouth watering at the memory of her sweetness. “This ain’t fair.”

“Come on, just a taste.” She returned her fingers to her pussy, pumping a few times before pulling them out again and holding them out for him. He found himself crawling up the bed against his better judgement, absolutely entranced by her seduction. She grinned like the devil when he sucked her fingers into his mouth, a groan vibrating her digits as he licked them clean. “Doesn’t that taste sweet, baby? Don’t you want some more?”

“You know I do,” he shook his head, laying on his stomach and resting his mouth right in front of her dripping heat. “You don’t know how bad I want to eat your pussy, baby.”

“Then do it,” she urged with a hopeful smile, Joel’s work ethic overriding his absolute lust-driven state and pulling him back onto his feet again. Sunshine frowned and he let out a sigh.

“I promise the minute I get home, I’ll take care of you, darlin.” She didn’t try to hide the disappointment on her face as she took off his boots and tossed them onto the edge of the bed, Joel sitting down to tug them on and lace them up.

Joel watched her as she stood up and slid her clothes on before leaving the room, his feet quick to follow her downstairs.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked as she packed her backpack up in the foyer, her shoes being tugged on shortly after. “I gotta get to this class, sweetheart. It’s my job. You know I’d love to stay here and make you feel good but instead—“

“Instead you get to go be around all those women that show up just to flirt with you,” she finally spoke, Joel’s eyes widening for a moment before he found himself chuckling. Sunshine shot him a glare and he held his hands up in defense. “It’s not funny. It used to be funny, I used to not care, but we’ve been together for a month now and they’re not stopping.”

“Baby,” he cooed, still amused by her jealousy, knowing that there was a bigger chance that hell would freeze over than him cheating on her.

“I just wanted to remind you why you should be with me and not them,” she frowned, Joel’s smile now dropping at the sincerity in her voice—the genuine worry that she carried.

Surely she couldn’t possibly think he’d ever look at anyone besides her? He didn’t have the capacity. He was too consumed by getting to come home to his soulmate every night to think about much else.

He spoke her name—a rare occurrence—and cupped her face with both hands, her eyes soft as they looked into his. He needed a second to remember what he was going to say, his mind spinning from her eye contact. “I am yours. I—I can’t even tell you how yours I am. If my body would allow it, I’d take my heart and physically hand it over to you because it’s yours. I am yours. You ain’t gotta mark your territory, don’t need to remind me of anythin’. I know exactly what I’ve got and I don’t plan on doin’ anythin’ to lose it. Okay?”

“Then say it,” she whispered, her eyes flickering to his lips for a moment before lifting again.

“Say what?” He asked in an equally quiet tone, his heart racing a bit at the thought of telling her those three little words that weren’t little in the slightest.

“You know what,” she poked his stomach and smiled a bit, his nerves fading. “Because if you say it, I’ll say it. But I’m too scared to say it first—“

“I love you.” He interrupted her, a grin slowly growing as she beamed up at him. “I am so in love with you, baby.”

“Yeah?” She asked in a half-chuckle, half sob, reaching to hold his face in her hands as he nodded in confirmation. “I love you so much, Joel. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that.”

He chuckled to save himself from crying like a baby, her lips crashing against his and arms tugging him to her tight. He hummed against her, pressing her by the hips against the entryway table. He’d long given up caring about his obligations, consumed by everything her. He knew he’d get a scolding from his younger brother, an even harsher one from his sister-in-law, but no one else in the entire world mattered when she was with him like this—loving him like this.

“Your class,” she breathed out against his lips when he lifted her onto the table, pressing himself against her.

“I don’t care,” his kisses trailed down her chin to her neck, soft moans filling the entryway as he licked her pulse. Her hands fell to his flannel, unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. He growled as his lips found hers again, his arms scooping her up off the table and carrying her back up the stairs. “I love you, baby. Love you so much.”

Now that he said it, he never wanted to stop. It was his new mantra, the closest thing to a prayer that he’d ever come close to uttering.

“I love you,” she moaned when he set her down on the bed, her hands tugging him down by the neck when he tried to stand upright. “I want you so bad. Just like this. Please.”

God, he stood no chance when she whimpered for him like that—when she begged him to do something any man on this god forsaken planet would kill to do.

“You have me, baby. You have me,” he unzipped himself and shoved down his jeans while she lifted the hem of her dress, tugging her panties off and tossing them elsewhere. With their foreheads still pressed together, he pushed deep inside of her, the two of them crying out in harmony at the snug fit. “S-so…fuck. So fuckin’ wet.”

“You feel so good,” she whimpered, cradling his face as he slid out all the way before pushing back in, his cock twitching inside of her with need for more.

“How do you want it, baby? You want it slow?”

“Want to feel you…want to feel how much you love me,” she begged, her lips needy as they found his for a couple sloppy kisses, his grip on her hips tight as he started fucking into her at a brutal pace. He breathed out as he focused on not cumming too soon, one hand leaving her hip so that he could cup her cheek with a trembling hold.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Can’t believe you love me,” he confessed in a whisper, pecking her lips before pulling back again to take in her flushed state, eyes screwed shut as her walls started flutter around him. “Fuck. You cummin’ already, baby? Does it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

She couldn’t answer him for an entire minute, her orgasm taking her far away to the seas of bliss.

“S-so good.” She nodded adamantly once she regained her ability to speak and opened her eyes, gasping at him and reaching up to trace his bottom lip with her thumb. “You’re so beautiful, Joel. So so beautiful.”

“Fuck, baby,” his hips stuttered, brows furrowing as his euphoria started to spread from his cock throughout every single nerve in his body. She hummed at him and welcomed him onto her chest as he came deep inside her, his breathing deep and rapid as he rode the waves until they’d gone away, leaving him spent and satisfied. “We get better at this every time.”

“Yeah we do.” She chuckled and stroked his hair back as he laid his cheek comfortably against her chest, his hands running up and down her sides. “Tommy and Maria aren’t gonna be happy.”

“No, but I sure am.” He lifted his head and placed a kiss against her chest before standing up, tugging out his spent length and watching as it dripped out of her and onto his sheets. He didn’t mind the mess, not when it was so fun to make it. “That’s so fuckin’ pretty, baby.”

“Yeah?” She reached between her thighs and scooped up some of his spend with her fingers, lifting it to her lips with a wet pop, his cock twitching as it lay dangling. “How’s that look?”

He shook his head at her with a grin, leaning down to kiss her deep enough for him to taste himself on her tongue, both of them moaning at the filthy act.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna have to do it again,” he warned playfully, smiling against her lips.

“We can do this for the rest of our life,” she smiled at him, her hand running across his face as though he was something that earned such gentleness. “How’s that sound?”

“Sounds pretty damn good to me,” he chuckled and stood up again. “Maybe I should show up late. Better than never showin’ up at all, right?”

“Yeah, and I’ve got to get home to tell Matt the news.” He smiled as he thought back to last night.

She was in his arms, the two of them freshly satiated and tangled together. He’d been meaning to ask it since the first time they’d slept together, but he’d been too nervous. Move in with me. It slipped out naturally, as though it had always been meant to. Still, it didn’t make him any less nervous at the thought of her denying him—but she didn’t. Okay. She said it sleepily, no shock or hesitation in her voice. And then, the two of them were asleep—another night of heaven in the books.

“You think it’s gonna go well?” He asked as he tucked himself back into his jeans while she stood up and tried to find her panties, Joel finding them first and handing them to her.

“No,” she chuckled and shrugged. “He’s gonna tell me we’re moving too fast. That I’m being stupid.”

“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” He asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

“No,” she smiled up at him and walked over, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. “And I don’t think I’m being stupid either. I trust you—trust us.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile, her head nodding. “I trust us too.”

“Then nothing else matters.” She leaned up to peck his lips again before grabbing his hand. “Alright, let’s go deal with the real world. And remember, if Joana throws herself at you again—“

“I’ll just tell her I’m happily in love with you.”

•••

“Look who’s home,” Matthew sounded just like your father, or at least like the father you vaguely remembered from your childhood. You sighed and kicked off your boots, running your hand over your dress to smooth it out as you approached him on the sofa, sitting down at the other end of it. “You know, I spent my entire life looking after you, taking care of you…I never thought I’d get rid of you. I couldn’t wait for the day that you were no longer right there up my ass, never thought I’d miss having you around. But now I do. I miss you, sis.”

“I haven’t gone anywhere,” you reminded in a soft voice, suddenly becoming his kid sister again. “I’ve just found someone that I love and that loves me. Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”

“I am, I am,” he sighed, running his hands over his face. “But you think he’s perfect, and he’s not. You think he’s all there is to life, and he’s not. I’m just trying to protect you so that when it ends, you’re prepared—“

“It’s not gonna end, Matt.” You shook your head and looked down at your lap. “Joel is the real deal. He’s not playing a game, not gonna love me and leave me. It’s real, him and I. And I’m begging you to get with the program.”

“Listen, I like Joel. He’s an incredible fighter, a good guy, tries to do right by everybody…but he’s also twenty years older than you.” You rolled your eyes at his argument, the age difference between the two of you hardly even a thought in your head. “You said it yourself, he had a twelve year old by the time this all started. You couldn’t even read yet!”

“You’re making it a thing when it’s not. I am twenty-eight. I met him as a grown woman. Stop trying to make this something weird when you know it’s not.” He scoffed at you and shook his head. “Matthew, nothing you say is going to change the fact that Joel loves me and treats me like I put the fucking sun in the sky. I’m not ending this because our age difference bothers you.”

“I’ve heard things about him. Bad things. He used to be a hunter. Used to kill people for—“

“I know what he used to do. And I also know that he isn’t that man anymore.” You stood up and walked out of the room, your brothers low blow infuriating you. Matthew followed you into your bedroom, watching as you packed your things into bags.

“What are you doing?” He asked with urgency.

“I’m moving in with him. That’s what I came home to tell you.” He shook his head and walked over, stopping you. “Matthew, I am almost thirty years old. You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“So all those years of me taking care of you—“

“I’m grateful for you doing what you did to keep me alive. But we made it. We’re safe. I’ve found someone to spend the rest of my life with and I don’t need you to worry over me anymore!” You pleaded, desperate to salvage at least some sort of relationship with him. “You made it too. You can go out and find someone, start a family, stop fighting everything for once.”

“I don’t believe in that stuff,” he shook his head but backed away and let you finish packing. “Not anymore, at least.”

“Well, neither did I. And then…I met Joel.” You smiled at him, hoping that he could see through his overprotective nature and realize just how happy you were. “You never know when it’ll happen, you just gotta hang in there.”

“If you want to buy into that and forget about everything that still waits out there beyond these walls, good for you. But I’m not that naive, sis.”

You watched as he left your room without another word, your heart breaking for the man he was forced into becoming just to keep the two of you alive.

You remembered your childhood in glimpses—summers in your backyard, Matthew and you on a slip-and-slide, your mother sitting in a lawn chair sipping sweet tea while your father watched the two of you try to impress him with your moves. Though he was older, he never played into the mean big brother shtick. He was your first best friend, your bubba. Now he was so different that at times you looked at him and wondered if he wasn’t just a different human being simply calling himself Matthew.

You felt some blame for his hard nature, your helplessness causing him to carry twice the load at such a young age. He was just a boy when he became your guardian, having to not only fight for your lives but also help shape you into a human worth keeping alive. You could’ve turned out bad, like so many people had growing up in this apocalypse, but because of him you were allowed to remain soft—allowed to remain someone who still believed in fairytales.

But, like your life wasn’t his responsibility anymore, his wasn’t yours. He wouldn’t change overnight, and he certainly wouldn’t do it simply because you were telling him it was possible. No. He’d have to see it to believe it, and until then, he’d stay this way—closed off, unable to let go of his need for survival. So, packing the last of your things, you tugged both bags onto your shoulders and walked out, leaving him to himself.

•••

“You coulda walkied.” Tommy was stood in front of Joel at the community center, his class finished. “That’s all I’ll say.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, Tommy.” He spoke sincerely, leaning back against the desk. “But my priorities are shiftin’. Maybe you should find someone else to teach, Matthew maybe.”

“Maybe,” he nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, what was so important that it made you late?”

“Her.” He answered simply, a smile always finding its way onto his face at the mere thought of Sunshine’s existence. “Told her I loved her.”

“And?”

“And she said it back.” He grinned, his brother nodding in realization at the implications in his tone.

“Ah,” he chuckled and took a deep breath. “I remember what went down when Maria and I said it the first time. If it was anything like that, I can’t blame you for bein’ late.”

“I asked her to move in with me last night. She’s over at her brother’s gettin’ her things.” Tommy couldn’t help but grin at that, elated that things were going so well for him. “Who would’a thought this would happen?”

“Well, in all honestly I thought you’d screw it up by now, but I did introduce y’all for a reason.” They chuckled together for a moment before being interrupted by the sound of Joel’s walkie.

“Joel?” Sunshine’s voice sounded strained, making his brows furrowed as he picked it up and held the button.

“Yeah, darlin?”

“Can you come home?” Tommy nodded at his brother, giving him a pat on the arm before walking with him out of the building.

“Everything alright?” Joel asked once his brother had gone off in the opposite direction.

“It didn’t go well with Matt. Just need a hug. But if you’re busy, I can—“

“No, no. I’m not busy. Already on my way, baby.”

Sunshine didn’t answer to that, and it only made him want to hurry up to get home to her.

Within minutes, he was stomping up his front porch, only to be stopped by someone calling his name from the street behind him.

“Hey, Joel?” He turned around with a glare at the sound of Paul’s voice, Joel’s eyes looking around for any sort of clue as to why the man was here in front of his house. “Listen, I just wanna talk.”

“You can talk from there.” He ordered as Paul tried to step up the path to the house.

“I just wanted to apologize to her. You and Tommy have made it almost impossible for me to see her—“

“Because you tried to force yourself upon her, if I do remember clearly. You’re lucky you’re still in Jackson after what you did.” Joel crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the man twenty years his junior.

“I just want to tell her I’m sorry.” Paul spoke in a defeated sigh, tossing his hands up before letting them fall and smack against his jeans. Joel took a breath of patience, looking off to the side as he rubbed his hand over his chin.

After a moment of trying to suppress it for the sake of the woman inside the home, his rage won out. Who was this man to think he could show up here? After what he did? Did he really think Joel would walk inside, bring Sunshine out, make her face the man that forced himself upon her in front of the entire town? No. Joel may have changed since meeting her but not so much that he wouldn’t still fight for her honor.

And so, he found himself stomping down the porch, over the stone of the walkway, gripping the man by his collar and nearly lifting him off the ground. Paul looked terrified—which was exactly what Joel was hoping to elicit from him.

“I told you once—never come near her again. If I gotta tell you one more time, you’ll be lucky if Tommy kicks your ass out of town. Nothin’ those infected or hunters could do to you could come close to what I have in mind. Do you hear me?” Joel seethed, proud of himself for not doing it all then and there.

“Joel,” Sunshine’s voice made him let go of Paul, shoving him backwards and pointing down the road.

“Go. While you still got legs to run with.” Paul wasted no time, darting off down the street and disappearing. Joel waited and watched for a moment before turning around, making large and quick strides up the porch to Sunshine waiting in the doorway.

“What happened?” She asked, checking him over as though there was any risk of that kid hurting him. He shook his head as a reply, stroking her hair back before placing a deep kiss to her lips.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me. Are you okay?” He asked, ushering her inside and locking the door behind him. Sunshine seemed to forget all about the scene she’d just walked in on, her face falling a bit as she remembered why she needed him near in the first place.

“Matthew didn’t take it well. He said some…not very nice things, and…I just needed to see you. Tell you that I love you.” She pulled him in for a tight hug, almost suffocating, but he didn’t care. He squeezed her even closer, kissing the side of her head as he swayed her. “Also…”

“Yeah?” He pulled back, tipping her chin up and searching her now less sorrow-filled eyes and finding only trepidation in them.

“I wanted to wait to be sure before I said anything. Didn’t know how you’d react but—“ She took a deep breath, his heart inching its way to his stomach as he thought about the possibilities. Was she sick? Was she leaving? Did something happen with Matthew? “I’m late.”

“Late for wha—oh.” He pulled back even further out of instinct, her face falling a bit at the distance he inadvertently created between them. Realizing his mistake, he pulled her in for another tight hug, this time keeping in mind that there was a chance it wasn’t just her he needed to worry about crushing with his affections.

“You—You’re not mad?” She whispered from his shoulder, his head pulling away while his arms still remained holding her, his eyes searching hers carefully.

“No? I—I certainly didn’t plan on this ever happenin’ for me again, but…this isn’t a bad thing. Not with you.” He offered her a reassuring smile, suppressing the nerves and insecurities he felt deep down. Could he realistically be a good father anymore? Ellie’s presence in his life was clear proof that he could. “This something you want too? I…I’m happy about this, baby. Genuinely. It’s a surprise and there’s a lot we gotta figure out, but…this makes me happy. But I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, you know, if this isn’t what you want.”

“A baby? With you?” She asked as though the answer was clear, looking at him like he was the town idiot. “Are you kidding? I…can’t imagine anyone I’d rather do this with.”

He let out a chuckle of relief, for a minute there starting to believe that this was the end for not only their potential blessing, but also for this heaven he found himself living in.

“Yeah?” He asked with teary eyes, a smile on his bearded face where only a minute ago was a threatening glare.

“Joel, you’re the most attentive man in the world. Our kid is so lucky to have you as a father. Of course I’m wanting this. Only with you.” She assured, pinching his chin. “Guess now we just gotta get to the med supply and see if they’ve got any tests.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, tracing the side of her face with his fingertips. “God, baby…I can’t believe…in the two months since meetin’ you, you’ve flipped my entire world upside down. In a good way.”

“They’re gonna call us crazy,” she chuckled, Joel nodding. “Truthfully, if anyone would’ve told me I’d be knocked up and in love two months after meeting you, I’d probably think it’s crazy, too.”

“It’s the end of the damn world, baby. One month, one year, ten years—it’s all relative. All I know is that in the month of us bein’ together, you’ve made me feel more alive than I have in the past twenty years. So, if it’s crazy, so be it. I’ll be crazy, and I’ll be happy with you and our family.” Sunshine giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, we can be the house everyone avoids on Halloween.” He laughed and looked down at her adoringly.

“Exactly.”

•••

A few days had passed since the test confirmed your expectant state, the two of you keeping it a secret for now until you were safely out of the first trimester. Neither of you’d been able to keep your hands off each other, the knowledge that your love had produced something so beautiful making both of you all the more feral for one another.

Tonight was date night, but more than that, it was Joel’s 49th birthday. He begged you not to make a big deal out of it—he’d never been one for celebrating his own birthday—and so, you agreed to treat it as any other date night. Now, that didn’t necessarily prevent Ellie and Tommy from making a fuss. Loopholes, baby.

Joel was off with Ellie beyond the walls, taking her for a hike after seeing her mope around the house for the past week, but he agreed to meet you at the bar later on. So, after a couple hours of puking up all you’d consumed that day, you threw on a dress you’d knitted for yourself, something to keep you warm enough to brave the late September weather in Jackson, and slipped on a pair of black riding boots Joel had found outside the walls in an abandoned store before making your way down to the diner. You knew you were arriving early, but you always enjoyed getting there first so that you and Maria could catch up.

After an hour or so of waiting and chatting to your sort of sister-in-law, you’d learned that her and Tommy were in a squabble—something about her wanting him to quit patrol and take up a safer role as the town’s leader, tired of seeing him coming home so beat from the fighting. But Tommy was a Miller after all, and if he was anything like his older brother, it would be like pulling teeth trying to get him to sit back and watch the action happen rather than helping out. Thus creating the rift between the pair.

As much as you loved talking to Maria, you were starting to miss Joel. The sun had long set, and with every tick of the clock on the wall you found yourself filled with more and more concern for the two. Had something happened? Were they okay?

“Darlin,” Joel’s hands pressed to your shoulders as he stood behind you, leaning around to place a kiss on your cheek as you sat at the bar. You breathed a sigh of relief as you spun in the chair to face him.

“You’re late,” you scolded with a smirk, slipping your arm around his back as he stepped beside you. He shot you a guilty smile and nodded, sighing.

“I’m sorry, baby. Ellie had a lot to get off her chest today. Ended up talkin’ more when we got back to the house.” He pulled out the stool in front of him and sat down beside you. With an empathetic frown, you reached over and rubbed his tense shoulders. “Her and Cat are in a fight again. I worry that she’s gonna get her heart broken and that I’m just gonna have to sit back and watch it happen. She won’t take my advice. She wants what she wants, even when it ain’t good for her.”

“Of course she does, she’s fifteen.” You watched as he gave you a grumpy look, making you chuckle. “She’ll be okay. Everybody gets their heart broken at some point.”

“You haven’t.” He countered proudly but you looked down at the bar in response. “Have you?”

“Once, when I was around her age.” You chuckled and tried to change the subject as Maria came over, setting down two beers in front of the two of you, not yet let in on the secret that you couldn’t drink.

“Hold on, now. You’re tellin’ me somebody broke your heart? Meanin’ somebody had it to begin with?” You turned back over and gave him a smirk as your arm slung over his shoulder.

“Is Joel Miller jealous?” You teased, watching as he shook his head and chuckled darkly, rolling his eyes as you pinched his flushed cheeks. “Oh my god, you are.”

“I ain’t jealous,” he tried to sound convincing but failed, the two of you laughing together at his pathetic performance. “Fine, I’m a little jealous.”

“It looks nice on you,” you raked your fingers through his salt-and-pepper waves, Joel giving you a side eye and chuckle in response to your sickly sweet tone.

“Don’t try to change the subject, darlin’. Flattery ain’t gonna work this time.” You groaned and let your arm drop back to your side, Joel turning in his seat to look at you head on. “Come on, spill.”

“It was just a teenage boyfriend.” He didn’t look satisfied by that response. “He traveled with me and my brother for a few years and…things happened.”

“Things?” He asked with an amused smirk, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

“Yes, things. He was my first.” Joel gave you another grumpy look and you tilted your head at him, giving him a playful frown. You wished you could take a sip of the beer that sat in front of you, but instead chose to sit and stare at it longingly.

“And then the idiot went and broke your heart? After all that?” You turned back to him with a grin, biting your lip as you leaned over to scratch the underside of his bearded chin.

“It all worked out. If it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.” You subtly rubbed your stomach, though it’s appearance hadn’t yet changed. Joel smiled proudly and nodded his head, filling in the gap between you. He captured your lips with his for a quick kiss, knowing that this was not only a public space but that all eyes were on the two of you as of late.

“You know I ain’t gonna do that to you, right?” Joel mumbled for just you to hear, the sincerity in his tone too intimate to risk anyone else listening in on. “Never gonna break your heart, Sunshine.”

“Good, I’m holding you to that.” You winked at him, nudging your head back towards the dance floor. “Wanna dance, birthday boy?”

“Not particularly, but I seem to recall promisin’ to do anything you asked of me as long as you kept lookin’ at me like that, so…here I go.” He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you off your stool. Before the two of you walked off, he chugged his beer down in its entirety, a smirk on his face as he set it down and followed you onto the dance floor.

A newly crafted mirrorball had been hung up a week or so ago, and now it cast a beautiful speckled glow over the room. Joel looked so handsome—and so awkward—in the middle of the dance floor, his eyes on you as you spun around and leaned into him, crossing your arms behind his neck. Joel’s hands clasped together at the small of your back, his forehead leaning down and resting against yours as the two of you swayed to “You Belong To Me” by Patsy Cline—one of your mothers favorite artists, and one of the sounds on the soundtrack to your childhood.

“He didn’t have it, by the way.” You mumbled, causing Joel to lean back and stare at you with a half-confused smile. “My heart. He didn’t have it.”

“Oh yeah? And who does?” He asked with a grin tugging at his lips. You reached up and traced the dimple in his smile before splaying your palm on the side of his bearded face, tugging him down to your level for a kiss. Joel hummed into it before dipping you and holding you there. “Well, I’m waitin’, darlin.”

“You have it, baby. You do.” You giggled as he pecked at your face, keeping you in this dipped position until he was satisfied. Once you were upright, you pat his chest and shook your head at him. “So playful tonight.”

“So beautiful tonight.” He stroked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear, running his knuckles softly over the side of your face as he smiled down at you with that smitten, loved-up grin of his. Biting your lip you pulled him down again, leaning into the shell of his ear.

“I know the night’s just started, but I can’t help but think about what that little grin would look like between my thighs.” You husked for only him to hear, his hands gripping your hips harder with each word. Joel pulled away with a stunned expression, clueless as to what to say but nodding eagerly regardless. “Lead the way, cowboy.”

“C’mon, darlin’. Time is of the essence.” He clasped his hand with yours and attempted to make a quick exit from the bar, but his brother stopped the two of you as he stood right outside the doors.

“Where are y’all off to? It’s only 9.” Tommy smiled at the way you were clinging to his brother, glad that he’d found someone that could offer him the softness and love he deserved after so many years of hardship.

“Uh, we were just feelin’ a little beat.” Joel lied unconvincingly, his brother giving him a scrunched up face before pointing back at the bar.

“C’mon, we haven’t even cut your cake yet.” Tommy grabbed his brother’s shoulder and walked the two of you back inside, Joel shooting you an apologetic frown as the speckled lights from the mirrorball cast over your faces once again.

Joel’s hand squeezed yours as he held it, the two of you following Tommy around the dance floor and down the bar where Maria stood bartending.

“Honey, you wanna grab the cake?” Tommy leaned on the counter, his wife giving him an annoyed look while informing him she was busy and that he could do it himself.

“It’s alright, y’all. Really,” Joel tried to end the fuss, knowing that his real birthday treat was right beside him holding his hand. Tommy shook his head and walked behind the bar into the walk-in fridge, re-emerging a few moments later with a round birthday cake and a smile.

“Now y’all don’t run off on me, I gotta go hunt down Ellie for the damn candles.” Joel sighed as he watched his brother walk off, turning his eyes down to meet yours once your hand reached up to tickle his jaw.

“Don’t look so grumpy, they just want to celebrate you.” You watched as he softened his scowl, offering you a sweet smile.

“I know, but you’ve got me thinkin’ ‘bout other things now.” He curled his fingers around your waist tugged you tight to his body, a surprised giggle leaving your lips. “And you know there’s no stoppin’ me once you get me started, Sunshine.”

“Well…” you bit your lip and looked over his shoulder at the neon sign by the bathrooms. “Looks like the bathroom’s open.”

Joel went wide eyed, not expecting such a filthy response to come out of your mouth. Leaning down and ghosting his lips over yours, he spoke against you, igniting the fire between your legs all over again. “Go inside, I’m right behind ya.”

It took approximately two minutes for Joel to join you in the single-stall, locking the door behind him as he grinned at you. You curled your finger, calling him over to where you sat perched on the sink, Joel eagerly following your command.

“Well, hello there, handsome. You come here often?” You asked as he stood between your thighs, hands sliding up underneath your knit dress. You hummed as he gripped the flesh of your hips, raising one eyebrow at your lack of underwear.

“One wrong move and everybody gets to see what I dream about,” he scolded playfully as he leaned in, pecking your lips softly to tease you. Your arms crossed over his shoulders, smiling against him as you pulled him in tight, caging him in with your legs around his waist. “Can I taste you, darlin?”

“It’s your birthday, I should be tasting you.”

“It’s my birthday, so I get to choose.” He growled against you, his hand slipping between your thighs, fingers slipping down your clit to your entrance. He moaned against your mouth at the feeling of your slick coating him so easily, his index finger pushing in to the knuckle with ease and pulling a wanton moan from your lips. “You’re drippin’. This all for me?”

“All for you, baby.” You urged him on, watching as he sank to the floor in front of you. Your thighs spread willingly, your eyes locked on his as he kissed the soft skin, trailing his lips up to where you needed him but skipping right over it to treat your other thigh with the same gentleness. “You’re gonna tease me?”

“It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.” He shot you a playful wink before doing it all over again, this time brushing the rough hair of his beard against your folds for a second as he passed back over to the other thigh. Your head tipped back, leaning against the mirror hung on the wall. You looked up to the heavens for patience, knowing that you’d need it with the way Joel was so tenderly pecking your skin, working you up at his desired pace. He cooed in awe as he watched a dribble of slick pour out from your entrance, finally leaning in to lick it up before it dropped down onto the floor. “Don’t wanna waste any of that.”

“Fuck, Joel, please,” you found yourself begging, something you knew you didn’t have to do, but something you also couldn’t stop yourself from doing given the throbbing need between your thighs. Joel hummed in appreciation for your desperation, leaving wet kisses up your thigh until his tongue was licking you up from hole to clit, thighs trembling around his face. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them before curling them up inside you, your walls clenching around him in thanks for the needed penetration, his lips wrapping around your swollen and throbbing clit to suck it into his velvet-soft mouth. “Oh! Feels so good!”

“I know baby, I know it does. But I need you to be quiet for me if you want me to keep goin’. Otherwise you’re gonna get us caught.” You bit your lip and looked down at him, nodding in obedience and lacing your fingers into his waves to pull him back to your clit. He stayed like that, sucking and lapping at your swollen bud while his finger worked the internal bunch of nerves, never needing to do more than that to have you coming undone. “Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna wet my face?”

“K-keep going, so close,” you whispered to him, watching as he sucked in a pulsing motion on your clit, your orgasm trickling over you little by little until a little became oh so much. Your head fell back against the mirror with a thud, the pain not even registering with the shield of euphoria protecting you, but Joel stood up and cradled your head anyways.

“You okay?” He asked with a chuckle, your eyes fluttering open and grin wide as you nodded at him. “We gotta be quick, but can I fuck you, darlin?”

“You never have to ask,” you reminded but you knew that wasn’t his way. He was a southern gentleman—he was going to ask. “Yes, baby. Just fill me up. I don’t need to cum again. I just wanna feel you leaking out of me.”

“Jesus,” he cursed under his breath as he tugged himself out of his jeans, his cock almost purple from how worked up he was. “Ain’t gonna last long, don’t hold it against me.”

You chuckled and nodded, gripping him and lining him up to urge him forward. Joel pressed into you with a shaky exhale, his eyes fixed on where your bodies connected. His thrusts were long, slow, allowing you to feel every ridge of his cock. You didn’t need to cum again, every stroke giving you aftershocks of your previous orgasm and bringing it back to surface. With a few punctuated snaps of his hips, he was spilling inside of you, whispering your name like a prayer as his cock twitched. Both of you lowered your gazes to watch him seep out of your hole and onto the floor, an animalistic growl slipping from his lips at the sound of his seed hitting the tile.

“Never gonna get tired of that,” he smiled at you and helped you off the counter, reaching for toilet paper to clean you up but you objected.

“No, I told you. I wanna feel you dripping out of me tonight.” He moaned again, pulling you in for a heated kiss before wiping up the mess on the floor and counter, the two of you washing your hands before making your not-so subtle exit. Thankfully, it was only Maria who had the privilege of watching as the two of you walked out with flushed faces, her eyes rolling and a chuckle slipping from her lips at the sight.

“There he is! Birthday boy,” Tommy cheered as the two of you found your way back to the cake, Ellie standing with Cat, Tommy holding Vivienne on his hip, Maria behind the bar lighting the candles. Matthew was even in attendance, though he was way off in the background accompanied by the ever sour-faced Joana. You tried not to think about either of them, turning back to the birthday boy in time to watch him smile down at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear that his only wish was for the baby to come out happy and healthy. “Hey! You gonna blow these damn candles out or do I gotta do it?”

Joel chuckled and leaned forward, blowing them out in one sweep before pulling back, his arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you close.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You tickled his chin that still glistened with your release, Joel smirking at you.

“A very happy birthdate indeed, darlin.”

•••

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Jojolands: A Charming New Addition

Well that was quick. We start off with some backstory, you know shit gets real when Araki opens with a geography lesson. We did end up recruiting the new guy! As people have pointed out, early villain turned ally with a lost little sibling fueling his backstory is immedately reminiscent of Polnareff which is neat. But here he is, the one and only Charmingman! Which of course its a musical reference...to The Smiths. Eh, I thought they were pretty pretentious even before Morrissey went all racist so not my favorite nod in this part. That's Dragona and you'll have a hard time topping my love for Smooth Operator. Coast to coast, LA to Chicago...

Where was I? Oh yeah. My lack of fondness for The Smiths aside, and I can at least respect that's a solid reference with some lyrics that play nicely into his backstory, Charmingman is a welcome addition to round out the five-man band. I loved the aesthetic of his stand in action and am more than ready to see more. This bit of him and Jodio was so fun too, immediately asking what kind of music he likes instead of other more pertinent questions. I still have high hopes Jojolands will feature my favorite core cast. And his backstory reinforces the sibling dynamics that seem to be a core idea for this part. I'm also not fully up to date on Part 8 but we have a potential rock human? Also gotta note we're keeping up this theme of hostile police which is pertinent to a modern day American setting.

Moving on, I love this dude. Just materializes out of the aether when a cutie is talking about souvenirs. Accurate. And lookit! The fancy schmancy watch made its way back to Dragona just as hypothesized. The lava rock works in mysterious ways. A lot of this chapter was getting us back home and introducing the new guy, but especially with talking about similar concepts in Egghead for One Piece it is intriguing we skipped over the conclusion to the fight and we have this bit of weirdness. But where that really came to a head...

Aww yeah Meryl Mei! It's not just that she's pointing out oddities in their return. There's an ominous edge to this, I don't know how much we should trust this lady so it troubles me that Dragona seems to be the one closest to her individually. How does this one girlboss do so many different jobs? Worth pondering given this series has a huge running theme of bad guys with time powers. Just something to think about. Hope she's not wicked because I do like Meryl but you could have a great twist having her pull the rug out from under the gang.

Still, we're back home and ready to likely embark on something new. I liked the trip to another island, fun picking up a new friend and working Rohan in the way we did. The panels of him tossing money around on the beach to study the lava rock were classic Rohan weirdness. Personally I hope we get a couple of chapters now to play with the characters a bit. Flesh them out more. Usually Jojo's parts spend a little time on that after the first big leg of the story it seems. Something like Jodio & Dragona taking their mom Barbara Ann out and having to deal with a weaker stand battle could be solid or just letting them live their lives as some weird things happen. We have such a good group and setting I'd hate to spring too fast into heavy plot stuff while we're still figuring this part out.

#jojolands #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jodio joestar #dragona joestar #charmingman #meryl mei

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suzakisbbygirl · 11 months

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Messed With the Wrong Girl… (part one)

Pairing: bf!Tsukasa x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, slight violence, mild language, happy ending

Wc: 1.4k

AN: The High and Low series simply does not have enough content, so I decided I would write some myself. Here is part 1!! Part 2 will be coming out soon!! I’m excited for this one, and if you haven’t watched the High and Low series, I highly recommend it :)

Much love ~ ember

I’m in deep this time…

The first thought in your mind, as you are being taken away. You can hear the group of boys who had just kidnapped you laughing, and high-fiving, saying that Oya High is going to regret messing with them.

Senomon Technical High School. Even after their brawl with Oya high, they still linger around like roaches in an old motel. They had successfully taken Tsukasa the first time, and now you. How did you end up in this situation? You were simply waiting for your boyfriend to meet up with you after school. It was rare for Tsukasa to be late, so you waited out front of Oya high, hoping that he would be there soon, knowing that even the entrance of the school is not the safest place to be. It’s not that you can’t take care of yourself, you grew up in a family of fighters and gangs, they taught you everything they knew. However, when it's one against five, the odds are shifted quite a bit…

Since you transferred to Oya high, your life has been eventful, to say the least. You were sent there because of your habit of fighting at your previous schools, and options were running low. Despite what others think, you are rather patient, and level headed, until someone starts talking bad about someone you care about, after that, its game over. Once you started at Oya, it was like you indirectly owned the place. Being one of the few females that attended the school, you always had someone around to protect you if a fight broke out, as it does everyday. The guys wouldn’t let you fight, but they were well aware that you could, if needed. Conveniently, you have the luck of almost always being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Inside the school walls, Tsukasa has always been the one to protect you. It’s one of the things that drew you to him. However, outside of the school, if Tsukasa wasn’t around, you were out of luck. Thankfully, most of your time outside of school was spent with Tsukasa, and Fujio.

However, this time, your luck ran out. One minute you are in front of Oya high, the next, there is a nylon bag over your head, and you are being carried away. You knew it was Senomon Tech, seeing the group of boys walking towards your general direction, though you were hoping they would keep walking past. Naive thoughts like that are how people end up in your situation, in this town.

Tsukasa POV

I am so late, and I couldn't let y/n know considering I was in the middle of a fight… I'm sure she’s waiting out front, it’ll be okay Tsukasa…

My thoughts running through my head faster than my feet are carrying me. The fight that broke out was unexpected, I didn't even have time to get my things gathered before it happened. Being late drives me crazy, and especially in a town like this, I gotta make sure y/n is okay

“Hey babe, sorry for not texting you sooner, a fight broke out right as I was leaving. Where are you?”

There, y/n is always good about messaging back.

*30 minutes later*

“Y/n, where are you? It’s been 30 minutes, it never takes you this long to answer? Are you okay?”

*one hour later*

“Fujio, something’s wrong, y/n isn’t answering my messages…”

“I’m sure she’s okay, Tsukasa. She’s pretty tough.”

“No, she always answers right away, something is wrong. We have to go find her.”

Buzz buzz

“Y/n? Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I figured you would be worried about her. She’s okay, for now.”

That voice… I know that voice too well. “Where is she, let me talk to her”

Y/n POV

“She’s okay, for now”

So he’s the one who took Tsukasa? And he thinks I’m gonna listen to anything he says? This guy must be an idiot

Simple thoughts rolling through your head, though they’re constant. Beating yourself up for getting into this situation, you avoid looking at anyone, as you are tied to the railing, unable to get out.

“I think I’ll keep her here for a while, it’s nice having a pretty face around. I told you Senomon would come back for you, and I know she’s the crown jewel of Oya high, don't go thinking this time will be anything like the last.” He said before hanging up the phone.

“How sweet that you have such a caring boyfriend, y/n.” The man said with a smug look on his face. “I wonder how long it’ll take him to call back asking about a negotiation…” he continues.

You dont let out any words, but your face says everything you want to, and there was no way that anyone could miss the message. Though you were saying nothing, your face read, you’re an idiot, and you’re gonna get your ass kicked.

Picking up on the message, the man stood up, calmly walking towards you.

“I’m Amagai Kohei. I run this school. And I’m not afraid to set you straight if I have to. Be obedient, and we won't have any issues. Disobey me, and it’ll be another story.” He said now looking at you straight in the eyes, much closer than you would like.

“Such a pretty face, I'll keep you around for a while.” He says, grabbing your chin, turning your head to look at him, though you refuse.

“Look at me while I’m talking to you.” He says in a stern tone that you ignore.

Pushing you aside, he stands up again and walks back to his original spot. The silence fills the room, as you refuse to say anything to anyone, and everyone is waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“I guess things may have to be done the hard way. Suzaki. She looks a little too comfortable. Tighten her wrists more.” He says calmly, though you can hear the intent behind each word. He wants to break you. He wants to make you his. He wants you to be in pain till you have no choice other than to listen, because only then will he allow you to be comfortable. But you know your strength. You know that he wouldn’t be foolish enough to do anything too terrible to you. So, being the stubborn person that you are, you stand your ground.

As Suzaki walks over to tighten the rope that is around your wrist, you wait till he is close enough, and without any suspicion, his feet are kicked out from underneath him. Pure shock filled the room, and stretched across everyone’s faces, even Suzaki.

Kohei, with his short temper, immediately stood up and stormed to you. Grabbing your shirt by the collar, he took a hold of you. *Smack!!*

The sound echoed throughout the room, and shock filled everyone that was present. You didn't move. You let the stinging pain settle in, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of knowing that he hurt you. You bit back the yelp, and the tears, that threatened to be released.

Everyone in the room was staring, waiting to see what was going to happen next, and again, without a word and without suspicion, Kohei’s feet were kicked from underneath him. Anger taking over him, he grabbed you again, and let his fist fly, landing just below your eye.

Before he could do anything worse, Suzaki pushed Kohei back.

“Ko-Chan, we don't hit girls! How can you sink that low?” Suzaki says in a thunderous voice.

Without another word, Kohei leaves the room, storming off. Before Suzaki left, he apologized for Kohei’s actions. He would have offered to bring you an ice pack, but shortly after Kohei stormed off, he yelled for Suzaki to follow him, leaving you alone.

That night was the loneliest you had been in a long time. Usually you would be with Tsukasa, watching movies, cuddling, eating your favorite take-out food, but instead you were tied down, left alone in a room, in a place that you are not familiar with. The throbbing sensation on your cheek kept you awake, thinking about what Tsukasa is doing. Thinking about how mad he is going to be when he sees your black eye, and rope burns around your wrists. Hoping he doesnt get mad at you for getting into a situation like this.

#high and low #high and low the worst #tsukasa x reader #tsukasa x yn #high and low fluff #high and low fanfiction #takajo tsukasa #takajo tsukasa fluff #tsukasa fanfic #the worst x #h&l #oya high #Oya high fluff #high and low imagines #high and low scenarios

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soggywert · 2 years

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Top Gun: Maverick hcs that are on my mind (based off of imos and me and my life) Pt 3

holy shit, we’re up to part 3! hope you’ve enjoyed the series so far! :)

- top gun to me at this point is just a gay club you gotta try really hard to get into

- mav has thunder thighs

- ^^ he has tried crushing so many fruits between his thighs throughout his life ^^

- mav doesnt have a doorknob for his bedroom; because it broke once and he keeps forgetting to repair it. he usually hangs his towel on the doorway to cushion it from any dramatic slam he does so very often (he's a theatre kid)

- slider is actually really good at art. he usually surprises everyone by suddenly drawing a very detailed landscape during a lecture. Iceman is also good at art, but he doesn't do landscapes. He draws Maverick. Doodles of Maverick. Everywhere.

-Pratically Slider and Iceman are the arty kids

- mav has some(multiple even) form(s) of anxiety disorder(s). he acts all big, but he’s usually only a little bit away from having a bit of an anxiety attack (from what Viper said, he has a confidence issue; made me think and all that :,) )

- wolfman and hollywood have the biggest bromance the world can offer. they’re the type of people to make out in front of everyone then say ‘no homo’ right after and proceed like nothing happened.

- maverick has definitely had some slip ups on the bike. he does NOT like to go to someone about it, because he likes to prove he can do it himself because he is a stubborn bastard boy.

- most people in top gun are bastard boys

- mav had a wolverine phase because i said so

- mav cant sit in a chair normally, he has to be sitting on an angle, cross legged, etc. ice is just bloody used to it by now

-Hehe mav sits on ices lap thats just one hc i go back to constantly.

- rooster and hangman usually sit together nowadays and just whisper into one anothers ear and start giggling like a bunch of school girls.

- ever since hangman became mavs son-in-law (cause hangster), hes fucking terrified of the guy and is instantly suckers up to him. rooster has never seen this before in his life but uses it to his advantage

- goose is probably the origin story for most teachers talking about students falling back on their seat because he did it once and just landed square on his ass

- ROOSTER IS A COPY AND PASTE OF GOOSE AND MAV LITERALLY HAS TO BRING HIMSELF BACK TO THE PRESENT TO REMIND HIMSELF THAT 'NO THAT ISN'T MY DEAD BEST FRIEND, ITS MY DEAD BEST FRIENDS SON' but ofc they become best friends AND father son because I said so

-Penny has a picture of rooster and hangman hanging out in her bar and printed it out for both of them to have. They both secretly have it and obsess over it

-Rooster watches crime documentaries religiously

-Mav isn't actually 5"7, he's shorter. He just wears lifts and has heels on his boots. He wears his boots everywhere to prove this. We dont know his true height, it just isn't 5"7

-Maverick gets motion sickness, so there's that danger to flying that he might accidently throw up on himself.

- everyone remember when ice was playing with the pen and doing all those tricks? well when i was rewatching a bit of pewdiepie, i saw him doing those knife tricks with the butterfly knife and all i could think was ice does that and mav is worried it is a real knife

- cyclone is actually, most probably, the biggest ally in the book because he has to deal with the two love birds, ice and mav, all the time

(Part 3/?) Hcs

I want to do one part strictly icemav or hangster so please help me choose id appreciate it :)

Start here at part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/692152151697473536?source=share

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cal-puddies · 2 years

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Think of You Later in my Empty Room// Calum Hood

Hello friends! It's been an absolute dream getting to co-write with Crystal again - it's been far too long! There's not much to intro here - as we mentioned, this series originated with us daydreaming about lighting up and getting down with our guys and for Cal, a lazy day at home seemed so natural, and its me so we made it a lil emo for ya.

I hope you checked out @kindahoping4forever's blog for Hit of Dopamine, Higher Than I've Ever Been, which is the Ash installment, and you'll want to go back and check out the verifiably unhinged Luke part tomorrow.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Cal, angsty!girlfriend worried about missing him when he leaves again. significant use of weed, high sex, oral sex, anal play, cum play, dirty talk containing strong language

Word Count: 6260

I Hope You Think Of Me High Series Masterlist

Crystal Masterlist // Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in our bios

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

It’s a lazy afternoon in bed, in the middle of a lazy day in the midst of a lazy week. Calum’s fingers tangle in your hair as you lay in his lap and you giggle softly as you look up at him, eyes warning him to be careful but also asking him not to stop touching you.

You hum contentedly to the softly playing playlist in the background, feeling your boyfriend’s eyes fixate on you as you stretch out in one of his favorite t-shirts. Your gaze happens upon his packed luggage by the door, a silent reminder of the topic you’ve both been trying to ignore, and you try not to let your face fall but judging by the sigh he lets out, he definitely noticed.

“We can talk about it if you want,” he offers.

“I don’t want,” you say stubbornly. “Anything outside of this room, outside of this bed doesn’t exist to me right now.”

He chuckles, smoothing his hand over the top of your head. “Baby… it’s only gonna be a couple of weeks. And then you’ll be on the road with me.”

You pout, “You just got home.”

“I know, love. And we’ve had a great week together, haven’t we?” You stay quiet, not ready to concede your point, so he continues. “We both knew the schedule when the tour got planned, a week to recharge between legs… knew it wasn’t gonna be easy.”

You sigh, “Cal, I can understand it and accept it and still be sad about it. I’ve just now gotten used to you being here again… I like having you here to talk to, to share things with… just to get a hug when I need one…”

“I miss those things when I’m away, too,” he reminds you, pulling your hands to his lips so he can kiss your wrists. He grins brightly, trying to cheer you up. “But it’s only a couple weeks until you get that time off and you can join me… I’m very glad your passport finally came.”

You can’t help but reach up to caress his raised cheeks. “Yeah… I’m looking forward to it. Really,” you admit, smiling back at him. “So much to do before then, though. Gotta get all my stuff together, all the stuff you’re definitely gonna forget to pack and want me to bring out with me.” You giggle at your own joke and giggle even louder at his pouty reaction to it.

“I know you’re teasing me but we should actually start seeing what all you wanna bring so we know whether or not we need to buy you a bigger suitcase,” he points out.

“So the rest of the week is gonna be busy is what you’re saying.”

“Yes, which is why we’re doing this today,” he says matter of factly, grabbing the bong off the bedside table, gesturing for you to pass him the lighter you’ve been fidgeting with. You toss it to him and sit up against the headboard next to him, watching lovingly as he repacks the bowl from your morning smoke session.

Ever the gentleman, Calum offers it to you first, paying close attention as you position yourself over the mouthpiece, waiting for your cue to light the bowl. You end up taking a pretty good hit and he grins at you as he clears the chamber for himself. You watch his nimble fingers wrap around the bong, gracefully lighting up and tucking the lighter into his palm as he removes the slide, inhaling a large hit and dramatically throwing his head back to blow it out.

You bite your lip, watching him reset for a second hit; his eyes are on you, watching you watch him, noticing your eye line is mostly on his fingers. He inhales and then pulls you in, first to shotgun the hit to you and then to slot your lips together for a kiss after you blow out the smoke. He offers you the bong and when you decline, he uses it once more himself before setting it back on the nightstand.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, patting his thigh. You climb up to straddle him, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You let out a soft sigh as his hands rub up and down your bare thighs, eventually nudging your shirt up over your hips so he can give your ass a tight squeeze. He raises his eyebrows, surprised. “Forgot you’re not wearing panties,” he chuckles.

You smirk and kiss his neck. “What’s the point? You’re just gonna take ‘em off me anyway.”

“I like you naked… I like being naked with you too, is that so wrong?”

“Nah… you know I like our naked bods pressed together too.”

He shrugs. “They don’t even need to be pressed together… I just prefer ya naked.” He tugs the back of your shirt and you lean back, lifting your arms up so he can pull it off. His fingers trail over your skin as he removes your top and you shiver. “Love the way your body responds to my touch… spent weeks getting off to the thought of touching you again.” He drags his fingers across the tops of your breasts, along your collarbone, down your side and across your tummy as he whispers. Your body lets him know how much you love it by raising goosebumps over your skin and your nipples hardening.

You thread your fingers into Cal’s hair as he leans in to kiss on your neck, his stubble prickling your skin. He leans you back to allow himself more access to your body and he immediately takes advantage by wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. He rolls the other between his fingers and palms your breast, and switches, lavishing his tongue over the other side.

You gently scratch at his scalp and he looks up at you, sleepy, red eyes telling you how high he is. He grins before putting his attention back on your tits, sucking marks onto them before pressing a gentle kiss to each one and then kissing back up your neck. He engages you in a slow, sensual make out. His hands feel like they’re everywhere at once, all over your body while yours travel into his boxer to squeeze his ass. He eagerly shimmies them off, sitting up on his knees to toss them aside. “You’re so gorgeous, baby, never get tired of looking at you,” he coos, intertwining your fingers.

“Me? Look at you, bubba,” you sigh, looking him up and down, realizing how hard he is.

He takes your hand in his and moves them both toward his body, cupping his cock with his and your hand. “This is all you baby, you do this. Every damn time,” he explains. You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with him as he moves your hands, swiping his fingertips through your folds. “And I love that I do this to you,” he murmurs, holding up his wet fingers. He sticks them in his mouth and your chilled out brain is still processing that image when he starts moving much quicker than he has all day.

He grabs the super soft blanket from the foot of the bed and quickly shakes it out as he lays next to you again. You both watch, stoned minds fascinated, as the material balloons and flutters back down to cover your bodies, “Your favorite,” he mumbles sweetly, kissing your forehead before turning onto his side so he can drape his arm across your stomach and pull you in close against his chest.

The two of you snuggle together, alternating between whispering sweet nothings to each other and dozing off. Naturally, things eventually evolve into another sweet make out session and you can’t get enough of the slow, unrushed indulgence.

Cal enjoys touching you as much as you enjoy him touching you, which makes everything so much better. He softly moans, appreciating your body’s reactions to him, just like he mentioned. You lean in as he presses gentle kisses to your neck and sigh his name.

“Need you, sweet girl,” he rasps in your ear.

You rub your fingertips against his stubble and nod. “Yeah… need you too, handsome.”

He smooths his hand down your side, pushing his thigh between yours, moving his hand from your hip to your pussy to help him guide his cock in. Your breath hitches in your throat and your jaw falls slack. On a good day, he’s a tight fit, but when you’re high, you feel it extra. “Fuck,” you whimper as he sinks all the way in.

Concern colors his voice as he groans, “You alright, darlin’?” You nod, squeezing your eyes shut, breathing through the stretch. You turn your head towards him, looking for a kiss and his tongue is quickly in your mouth, trying to soothe you. He’s ready to reach for lube when you finally relax into him. “That’s good, baby,” he praises you.

Calum stays unmoving, buried in you, giving you more time to adjust and himself more time to strategize. If he thrusts into you, he knows it’ll feel too good and he’ll have trouble keeping things at a slow pace, which is not only the vibe of the day but something you clearly need. But if you move against him, he knows he’ll cum almost instantly and neither of you will get to enjoy the experience. You’ve been high with him enough times to recognize his dilemma and you offer a simple solution. “Just lay here with me, bubba,” you suggest. You add with a dreamy sigh, “Feel so good inside me.” Your eyelids are heavy as you turn to look at him, nipping at his nose before parting your lips for a kiss. He happily obliges and the two of you are soon caught up in an endless loop of soft open mouth kisses with curious tongues, while your fingers dance across each other’s skin, your bodies still intimately connected.

Your boyfriend is fully entranced with you and he wants more. One hand caresses your thigh while the other gently cups your tits, softly teasing your nipples. He groans softly into your mouth when his fingertips move over to your clit, gently at first. He feels how turned on you are and decides to add a little more pressure,and you moan quietly.

“You’re so wet, little darlin’.”

“How am I not supposed to be?”

He grins as you arch your back into him. “You know I love you this way… open, wet… love you high because everything feels so good to you and with you.”

“Caaaaal… oh… like that… please?”

“F’course darlin’.” He keeps sliding his fingers up and down your clit, varying it with circles every so often. You gasp at the sensations he’s given and your breath shift makes your pussy throb around him. “Ohhh…” Cal moans with you. “Mmm… baby, I think this is working for both of us.”

“It’s definitely working for me,” you pant, moving against him.

“You really like when I do this,” he mutters, sliding his fingers across your clit. “Your cunt squeezes so good…”

You moan at the action and his words, clawing at his arm with one hand, your other covering his at your tits. He lets you intertwine your fingers there and he holds you while he nibbles your neck and sucks your earlobe, all his cock still fills you, his hand working between your legs. He could not be more all over you than he is right now and you’re feeling completely overwhelmed by his attention.

His name spills from your lips over and over, he is the only thing you really know or care to know in this moment. You start pulling at his arm, trying to get him to stop rubbing your clit, even though you can’t put the words together. You turn your head toward him, softly whining, “Please, Cal… feels so good… don’t wanna cum yet.”

He slows his fingers down, speaking softly to you. “Ok, sweet girl, I can be patient if you can.” He holds his wet fingers to your mouth and you clean them, licking and sucking at them. “Sweet, sweet girl,” he murmurs, smiling at you. He wraps his arms around you possessively and the two of you lay cuddled.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to immerse yourself in all of your senses. Unsurprisingly, they’re being dominated by the love and comfort you find in Cal. You take in his scent, which is always calming to you. His even breathing in your ear, his little loving whispers, his soft lips against your neck. You run your fingertips over his arms, softly humming in response to his presence. Everything seems to be moving slowly in your hazy, lovestruck mind so you’re not sure how long the two of you have been laying here but you wish it could go on forever.

“Calum… bubba,” you sigh quietly. “I love you… I love you and I love being full of you…”

He gently thrusts his hips in response, whispering in your ear, “And I love filling you, darlin’… And I love you. My best girl.”

You reach one hand back and thread your fingers in his hair. “Think I’m ready to cum for you, handsome.”

Calum uses one hand to pull you into a kiss, the other finding its way back to your clit. You immediately arch against him and he takes the opportunity to cover your face, neck and shoulder with wet kisses, groaning into your skin as he goes. Overwhelming you again.

The orgasm shouldn’t be a surprise but it feels like it comes on suddenly and it’s incredibly intense. You whimper and whine as you tighten around him and he’s sensitive enough from the weed that it makes him cum too. “Oh my god, Cal,” you breathe as you feel his cum spilling into you. Your nails dig in anywhere you can reach and you bite his arm where it holds you across your shoulders.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he huffs. “Always so good to me, shoulda known you’d make me cum like that.” He gently nibbles along your jaw.

“So good, love,” you murmur, turning into him for a kiss.

You lay wrapped up in each other for a while but you both get a little restless as the high starts to wear off. “Should get you cleaned up darlin,” he remarks. You clench around him as he pulls out and you close your eyes, giggling at the loud groan he lets out at how good it feels. You expect to feel the bed shift from him getting up to head to the bathroom but it never does and you turn over to see what he’s up to.

You find him digging through the bedside table, finally pulling out a baggie of pre-rolled joints. He lights one and takes one, two puffs before passing it to you. He watches you finish a hit before he’s pushing your thighs apart and settling between them. He leans back up for a quick kiss and to grab the joint from you, taking another hit before placing it back between your lips.

“I love seeing you like this… open… messy, my cum dripping out of you,” he groans. His fingertips slide through your folds and he licks the mess of his release off of them. You moan and put one arm behind you to prop you up so you can enjoy the show. You love when he gets like this. His tongue slicks through your folds, immediately teasing your entrance. “I never get tired of the way we taste together.”

You use one hand to lift the joint to and from your lips, the other stays threaded into Cal’s hair as you watch him noisily eat his cum out of you. After a certain point it’s obvious he’s moved beyond the task of cleaning you and he’s now just enjoying your body. He moans into you, nips at your thighs, holding them tight to leave marks, sucking hickeys as he goes. He sucks a particularly large one onto your hip while his thumb rubs your clit and you hear the pop when he pulls off. You blow out a smoke ring as you feel the stirrings of another potential orgasm and you wonder what you ever did to get this lucky.

Calum uses his head to gesture toward you as one hand is occupied kneading your ass, and the other is still playing with your clit. “Can I get that last hit, baby?” You take the cigarette from your own lips and stick it between his. Looking down at Cal, plump lips glistening, red and swollen from eating you out, killing a joint while still between your legs - you’re confident it’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. You offer him the ashtray from the bedside table and he coolly tosses the finished joint in it before blowing his smoke at your pussy. “You ready to cum for me again?”

“Jesus, Cal… make me cum for you.”

His lips quickly wrap back around your clit and your fingers make a mess of his hair as he holds onto you tightly. His tongue makes quick, precise work of your clit and your reinvigorated high has you feeling overwhelmed once again. All of your senses are screaming Cal and only Cal.

He pulls your thighs over his shoulders, intertwining your fingers as he decides to start working his tongue inside you, instead of just playing with your clit.

“Holy fuck… Cal… please please please.” You whimper, panting out his name over and over.

“That’s my girl,” he hums, grinning against you. He works his tongue back in, as deep as he can and you buck your hips against his face. He teases, “Needy, darlin’?”

You chant his name, hips meeting every flick of his tongue. He’s both amused and turned on based on the giggles and groans he’s filling you with. He starts humming and ultimately that’s what sets you off. You swear you’ve never moaned louder in your life as you crash over the edge, hips grinding wildly against his face. Cal withdraws his tongue but slowly licks over your clit, bringing you down in a slow way. He lets go of your hands and grabs your hip, rubbing his thumb there reassuringly. You reach out, searching for his other hand, but it quickly registers that he’s using it to slowly stroke his cock.

He notices you’ve gone uncharacteristically silent as he quickly licks and cleans your second orgasm and when he pulls back to look up at you, he finds you with your face buried in your hands.

“What’s goin’ on, sweet girl?” He asks softly, gently pulling your wrists so you’ll uncover your face.

You stare at him, pink chubby cheeks all pink and sweaty, plump lips all red and swollen, a sweet look of concern coloring his expression. “Just… overwhelmed, I think,” you admit.

He settles in next to you, leaning down to peck your lips. “Wanna talk about it?”

You tuck a hand in his curls, smiling at him wistfully. “I’m not sure there’s much to talk about, Cal… I just feel so much for you… all this love and the emotion…” You trail off, trying to gather your thoughts, figure out how to articulate the lump in your throat. “Having all of your attention these past couple days… it’s just been so wonderful. You’re so wonderful. Make me feel so safe and loved. Known. And I think… I need to try and figure out how to comprehend… like… that’s all going away in a couple of days. I don’t know if you know, Cal… but I had a really tough time these past couple months without you. And now we’re going right back into that. You weren’t home long enough.”

Calum takes a long, deep breath, holding your gaze. You can tell he feels bad that you’re hurting and that it makes him feel even worse that he’s the cause and there’s nothing he can do about it. Fighting the frown that threatens to cloud his features, he gives you a soft smile and starts pressing kisses to your face. “I agree with you, love… I wish I was able to be here longer too. Feel like we were just getting back in the swing of things and now I have to go away again,” he shrugs. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “But I promise you, ‘all of this’ isn’t going away baby. We’re gonna be back together again before you know it. And you know I’m always just a phone call or a FaceTime away. Even when we’re apart, I’m always there for you and you’re always there for me. That part doesn’t change.”

You nod, chewing your lip. You almost feel embarrassed at your outburst. It’s not like you didn’t know things would be like this when you started dating him. “I know, bubba… I didn’t mean to make it seem like you’re abandoning me or anything. I know you’d do anything for me, no matter where you are. I’m sorry.”

He does a double take, looking at you incredulously. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I don’t want to make you feel bad about leaving. I want you to go on tour, I want you and the band to be successful enough so that you have to leave like this. You’re just doing what you love and I want that for you.”

He sighs, lifting your hand to his lips. “Baby, I also love you. And you’re just feeling your feelings. And all the feelings you just shared with me are completely valid. This is a lot to process. It’s a hard transition from being together all the time to not getting to see each other, especially since this is new for us.”

You give him a sad smile. “Are you about to tell me it gets easier?”

Calum rubs over your arm, grinning. “Oh, definitely not, darlin’, this part’s always gonna be torture,” he chuckles. “We’ll get better about dealing with it, though, I think. ‘Specially if we keep talking about it like this.”

You squeeze his hand on your arm. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Thank you for being honest. Know it’s hard with me sometimes. But I’m glad you told me how you felt.”

You run your hand through his curls and lean in, needing to feel his lips on yours. He pulls you closer and you feel his still semi hard cock brush your stomach. You stay engaged in the kiss but let your hand wander down his body, wrapping around his length. He hums in response to your touch but after a few strokes, he reaches down to stop you.

“I’m OK, sweet girl. Let’s get up and get some food, maybe some sunshine,” he insists, moving your hand away from his body and interlacing your fingers. Your face must display your confusion because he chuckles as he kisses your knuckles before pushing up off the bed and crossing the room to the dresser. He smiles warmly as he tosses you a clean t-shirt and pulls out a pair of shorts for himself. “You’ve given me so much this week, darlin’, think it’s OK if we say you owe me one.”

You follow Cal into the kitchen where he sets to work making a couple sandwiches and cutting up some fruit; you make yourself useful by pouring two tall glasses of ice water and grabbing the lighter, pipe and weed jar off the kitchen counter to take outside. The two of you set everything up on the table in the shade and just as you’re about to take your seat, you feel his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You relax against him while the two of you eat and you can tell he’s doing his best to comfort you in light of the conversation you just had. His arm rests across your lap, he presses soft kisses to your jaw and cheek, his hands shower you in affection, never leaving your skin.

“Sweet girl?” He murmurs into your ear after the meal is over. You cock your head to indicate you’re paying attention and he brings the jar of weed around to your line of vision, shaking it. “You wanna smoke this with me? Should be a little bit more of a mellow vibe than what we had earlier.”

Mellow definitely sounds good to you right now, so you nod and turn to so you can watch his hands work, carefully packing the bowl. You bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, enjoying the show. You still feel a bit overwhelmed from earlier but after witnessing how thoughtful and attentive he was in navigating your emotions, how willing he was to talk things out with you, you’ve felt the sadness dissipating and instead be replaced by a need to be close to him, to show him your appreciation.

Calum must be feeling similarly because midway through his task, he turns and quickly draws you into a hungry kiss before nuzzling his nose to yours. “What a perfect way to close out such a lovely day with my girl,” he murmurs, running his hand up your thigh.

You brush his hair back, letting your hand fall to his neck and then chest. You play innocent, though you know exactly what rubbing your thumb over his nipple will do. You watch as his eyes close and his lips part, letting out a soft moan. “You’re so good to me, Cal,” you coo, leaning in to kiss his neck, sucking a mark onto his collarbone. He would typically stop you but it feels too good and he loves you too much right now for him to care.

The pipe lays forgotten on the table as your kisses trail lower, allowing your tongue to poke out and tease his other nipple. His hand comes down to hold the back of your neck as you tease him and you groan against his skin when you feel his cock twitch in his shorts. His fingertips run up your thighs, bunching your t-shirt at your hips as his touch continues the journey up your stomach and ribs, then gently over your breasts and nipples and back again.

After a few more minutes of this, he gently nibbles your earlobe and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Can I take this off?”

You lean into his ear to whisper, “Can I ask for something in return?”

“Anything.” He says earnestly, tongue sliding over your lips before kissing them.

You look into his eyes. “Fill me?” You ask, reaching down to squeeze the tent forming in his shorts.

He lifts his hips with you still on him, kicking his shorts off and giving himself a few pumps to get fully hard. His fingers run up your thighs, ready to pull off your underwear but he laughs heartily when he realizes there’s nothing there.

“Still no panties?”

“Still no point,” you smirk, turning back around in his lap and lowering yourself down on his cock.

Cal hastily discards your shirt, burying his face in your bare shoulders as you continue to sink down on him. You let out a breathy sigh, wiggling your hips to get him bottomed out and your efforts are met with a low growl from him.

You gently turn his head toward you, giving him a heated kiss, finishing off by sucking his bottom lip. As you turn and press your back into his chest, his hands come around to cup your tits and he plays with your nipples, “I love the way you feel in me,” you sigh.

“I love the way you feel around me, baby. Tight, warm, wet… absolute perfect fit.”

You use his thighs for leverage as you push yourself up until just his tip is at your entrance and then you sink down as slow as you can possibly manage, intending to feel every vein and ridge of his cock. He pulls you back into a sloppy kiss and he’s practically shaking from the sensations you’re giving him.

“You OK, handsome?” You ask, teasing lilt in your voice.

“Do that again.”

You repeat your actions and he chokes on his moan. He settles his hands on your hips and though you expect him to try to get you to move faster, his grip just squeezes your skin as he sits back and lets you control the pace, groaning as he watches you take him over and over again.

“That’s it, baby… just like that,” he praises, head lulling back, closing his eyes to appreciate your slow work.

Your brow furrows in concentration as you move over him, thighs burning from going so slow but it feels so fucking good and he sounds so fucking good, you know the memory will be worth the pain later. You feel him lean in to cup your tits, giving them a nice squeeze before he turns your face towards his again, slotting your lips together.

His hand starts to drift between your legs but you bat it away, groaning, “Cal… let me do this, baby, let me make us feel good.”

He curses under his breath but obliges, leaning back to let you move freely. He goes quiet and you smirk to yourself, knowing he’s probably become hypnotized watching your ass jiggle and bounce as you ride him. You speed up just a little, trying to give him a bit more of a show, and sure enough you hear his breathing get heavier and feel a hand stroke down your skin, making a home for itself on the small of your back, wanting to touch you but also not wanting to obscure his view.

“Goddamn, darlin’...” He breathes, voice raspy and ragged. “Look so fuckin’ good riding me… don’t know why we don’t do it like this more often.”

You toss him a teasing look over your shoulder. “Because you’re a sweet boy who loves to kiss and look into your lover’s eyes… also the combo of staring at my ass and watching your cock disappear usually makes you cum pretty quick.”

Cal laughs loudly, “If you were seeing what I’m seeing, you’d be a lot closer to losing control too, baby.”

He groans loudly as you slow down again, rolling your hips extra slow so he can get a good look at your body engulfing him. “Well, next time we’ll have to make arrangements for that,” you tease, biting your lip as the possibilities run through your mind.

“Lotta things we’ll have to get to next time,” he teases back, letting his hand slide from your back to between your cheeks, fingers grazing your rim. He chuckles darkly at the way your body instinctively responds, how you fall forward, your back arching, your ass making itself more accessible to him. He loves that your body is asking him to continue but he wants to hear you say it so he plays dumb and asks, “Oh?”

“Yeah… please” is all you can manage but it’s all the prompting he needs. He sucks his thumb into his mouth and the wet noises of him coating it in spit, the loud pop when he releases it causing you to shiver in anticipation. You raise your hips, stilling your movements, holding your breath as you feel his hands on your backside again. He squeezes and massages your cheeks before spreading them and pressing his thumb against your hole. “Yesssss… Caaaal,” you sigh, overcome by the contrast of the dull pressure of his finger pushing inside you while his other four offer feather light reassurance just above the intrusion.

He groans as he prods further, getting lost in your breathy reactions and the bliss of watching your body accept even more of him. “Come on, little darlin’,” he rasps, squeezing your hip with his free hand. “Gonna keep movin’ for me?"

You whimper as you resume riding him, doing your best to set a new and effective pace even though you’re feeling completely overwhelmed by the knowledge Calum is filling both of your holes. His noises blend with yours, the two of you moaning together, you reacting to the deliciously full feeling he’s giving you, Cal doing his best to keep in control despite the fact that your ass looks unreal taking everything he’s giving you, that he’s feeling friction from his thumb on his cock and it’s bringing him closer to the edge than he’s ready for.

“Fuck, darlin’... can’t tell you how this looks… feels… gonna be thinkin’ about this every fuckin’ night when I’m gone,” he pants, a sense of relief washing over him when he hears the tone of your whines and recognizes that you’re about to finish as well. “So good… so fucking good, baby.”

You speed up, grabbing your tits, grinding down, chasing your orgasm, undecided whether focusing on the stimulation in your ass or your pussy is going to get you there fastest. Your body makes that call for you, deciding that Cal’s soft groans of encouragement are more than enough reason for you to cum. Your legs shake and you cry his name as your walls pulse around him, your third orgasm of the afternoon hitting you harder than you expected.

Calum thrusts gently up into you, happy to give you recovery time if you need it but also more than ready to follow you over the edge. You feel his hips start to stutter and you know you only have a limited amount of time to direct him. You quickly jut your backside out as much as you can and look behind you to tell him, “Cum on my ass, Cal… give us both something to think about while you’re gone.”

Another strained “Fuck” and a groan of your name are all he has time to respond with because your request has him immediately pulling out and pressing his cock to your cheeks without a second to spare. He struggles to keep his eyes open to take in the sight of his cum spilling onto your ass but as you moan at the feeling of his warmth coating your skin, he has to screw his eyes shut and vocalize with you. He gives himself a squeeze, milking out the last few drops before letting out an exhausted sigh and falling back against the chair.

He reaches over to the table, blindly searching for the napkins from lunch, finally finding them and quickly cleaning your messy skin. He squeezes your ass, massaging it more as he leans forward and presses kisses along your spine before wrapping his arms around your ribs so he can pull you back against him. He presses his face against your neck, still trying to catch his breath.

“You OK, bubba?” You chuckle, squeezing your arms on his.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmurs against your neck, inhaling deeply and pressing a few soft kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders.

“I just give what I get, love.”

The two of you sit quietly, naked and relaxing against each other, basking in the sun and the bond you’re feeling. You can tell your boyfriend is starting to doze off and you know if he goes, you’ll end up nodding off as well. “Let’s go back to bed, bubba,” you suggest. “That soft blanket and mellow weed are calling our names.”

You whine as you stand and stretch, hurting in all the best ways. Calum watches your every move and if you couldn’t feel his eyes on you, when you turn to look at him, the loved up grin on his face gives him away. You grab the pipe while he swipes up the discarded clothes and you wrap your arms around his middle as you walk back inside.

Back in the bedroom, you settle in against the headboard once more. You lean your head on Cal’s shoulder as he lights the pipe, smoke billowing around you. His suitcase is still by the door, staring you down, but it doesn’t seem quite as confrontational as it did a few hours ago.

"I'm gonna miss you," you say plainly. You peck his shoulder as you take the pipe from him. "I think I can be OK with that, though."

"Oh yeah?" He squeezes your thigh, lighting the bowl for you. He jokes, "What changed your mind, all the sex or all the drugs?"

You giggle, elbowing him as you blow your smoke out. "I just think days like today will make all the ones we have to spend apart a little bit easier… gives us something to remember, something to look forward to."

"That's true, that's a good point," Calum agrees, setting the pipe on the table and pulling you into an embrace. "Wouldn't be special if these days happened all the time."

"Yeah…" You agree wistfully. "Still gonna have one of these days when I come visit you though, right?"

Cal nods emphatically. "Baby, you're flying in on a day off and I'll tell you something right now, very first thing, the panties are coming off and not going back on for at least that entire day," he declares with a naughty grin.

You relax against him, missing him already but taking comfort in making plans and sharing jokes. "See, bubba, you're learning," you tease. "What would be the point?"

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buy me a drink first smau

nine - no, no you do not 🖍

word count: 500+

⇨ after asking and asking, Changbin finally gets to perform at the local cafes “underground”, a bar and hot spot for the college kids in The Stars basement. After his performance a stranger brings him a drink and they continue to after every show going forward. Little did they know what that kind gesture would get them in to.

general warnings: sexual themes and language, cussing, mentions and consumption of alcohol

chapter warnings: the morning after getting jiggy in the sheets

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Waking up to a beautiful man clinging to you like you were his life line, like you were the only thing he needed to keep going wasn’t something you expected to enjoy so much. Perhaps it’s because it was him. Or maybe it had just been a while since you had been close to someone in such a way, but with him, it felt right. Having him close felt electrifying, intoxicating even. It was unlike anything you’d experienced before.

After a short text conversation with your best friends, you felt the grip on you start to loosen. Quickly, you put down your phone to look at the man you were entangled with, only to meet his sleepy and confused eyes.

“Bee? What are you doing here?” The roughness of his morning voice shocked you a little. It was like heaven to your ears and you’d give anything to wake up to the sound every day.

“Good morning Binnie,” you greeted with a grin resting on your lips. “This is my bed, why wouldn’t I be here?”

He sat up a little and rubbed his eyes, one hand still lingering around you. As he started waking up, the fuzziness of his mind started to clear, remembering the evening's events. A light blush crept its way to his cheeks as he looked at you wearing his shirt. “Did we really…” he trailed off as his memory flashed through his mind.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you. “Yes, but we can pretend it never happened if you think that’d be best. We were both a few too many in to make clear judgment calls, so I apologize if it makes things awkward.” You gave him a small smile, hoping it wouldn’t change your blossoming friendship for the worse.

“What do you think? Would you prefer we act like nothing happened?” He sat up more, laying his hands in his lap.

The loss of contact felt suffocating, but you tried to ignore the thoughts. “Honestly,” you started with a sigh. “I’m not sure what to think about it. I don’t regret what happened at all, but I do wish we weren’t drunk.” You shrugged and shook your head. “We can talk about it later too, but right now I need a shower some kinda bad,” you groaned as you rubbed your temples, feeling the headache start to set in.

“I’ve got a class to get to, so I have to get going so I can run home and freshen up beforehand.” He stood and looked around the room for his pants. “I’ll text you later?”

You nodded, watching as he got dressed to leave. “Oh your shirt! I’m sorry I wore it. Here,” you said as you moved to take it off.

“I gave it to you to wear, so don’t apologize. I’d let you keep it for now, but unfortunately I have nothing else to wear,” he said as he took it from your outstretched hand and put it on, silently basking in the way it now smelled like you.

“We’ll talk later, but I’ve gotta go. Thank you for a great night,” he said with a wink as he turned to leave.

You smiled as you got up to follow him and watch him leave. “Have a good day Bin!” You yelled right before the door shut. A sigh escaped past your lips as you stared at the door in silence.

Waking up next to a beautiful man everyday could be something you could get used to, if that man was Seo Changbin.

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Comic Shop Meetings

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

Synopsis~ You’ve just moved to Ninjago City and stumble upon a comic book shop close to home. Hoping to find some StarFarer, you also find a handsome boy in green that’s eager to share his recommendations with you.

Notes~ hello! this is my first xReader fic so this kind of style is new to me, so please be nice lol. I pray I’ll get better, but we’ve all gotta start somewhere, right? Also, its midnight so there might be some grammar and or spelling errors!

A blast of cool air hit you in the face as you pushed open the front door to the comic shop. The slight ringing of the bell alerted the man at the front desk, who looked up at you and greeted you with a friendly smile.

“Hey, there. Haven’t seen you before.”

“Ah, yeah.” You paused to look around the store. There were only a few people browsing the shelves, a group of kids in one corner pouring over one shared comic, two teen girls in the magazine section, and a boy in green completely absorbed in an issue in his hands. You looked back at the cashier, “I just moved into the city recently. I was super stoked to see a comic store so close to home.”

“Well, welcome to Ninjago City, hope you enjoy your stay.” He bowed dramatically and you raised a hand to hide your giggle. “Is there anything, in particular, you're looking for today?”

“Would you happen to have any StarFarer here?”

“Ah, looking for the newest issue, are ‘ya? Well, you're in luck, Missy, we just got ‘em in yesterday. They’re right over there,” he points a finger off to right, “‘Ya see Greenie over there? Knock yourself out”

You nod your head and walk over to the aisle you saw the boy in previously, when you get there he’s in the middle of an issue with several others tucked under his arm. He doesn't seem to notice you as you slowly approach the wall of comics. You scan the shelves, searching for the first few issues of StarFarer. Unfortunately, when you do spot your desired comic, the boy in green is blocking your reach.

You let out a small sigh and gently reach a hand up to tap him on the shoulder.

“Ah!” He startles and looks at you, shutting the book. You feel a little guilty for startling him, plus, from what you saw briefly, he seemed to be in the middle of an intense battle scene. “Uhm, can I help you?”

“I'm trying to get to StarFarer, soo..” you gesture vaguely with your head, he seems to get it as his eyes widen and he quickly hops back with a quiet ‘sorry!’. Now that you’re up close, you notice his eyes are a vivid green, they mesh well with his messy blonde locks; the darker green of his hoodie really brings out the colour. It's a good look for him, you think absentmindedly. You nod your thanks and run a finger along the thin spines of the books.

“Oh, are you just starting?” He asks when he sees you pluck the first issue from the self. You glance back at him and make a so-so motion with your hand.

“Kinda, where I used to live, comics were hard to come by so I only have a few out of order copies. Wanna start the series properly.” You skip over issue two and grab for three and four.

“Really? How many did you have?” He tucks the book he was reading earlier under his arm, raising his now free hand to swipe his bangs out of his eyes.

“Only three. But they were number two, six, and twenty-four. So, didn't really have a story” you laughed at his horrified expression. “Honestly, it wasn't that bad! But I didn't get antsy preeetty quickly.”

“‘Not that bad’!? I wouldn't be able to stay sane! You totally missed the best arcs!” He sets down his own comics and rushes up to shelves in a panic, scouring for, what you presume, a specific issue. You stand back with an amused smile, holding your measly three books, watching the handsome stranger fumble around.

You startle back when he practically rips one from the shelf, shoving it haphazardly into your hands, immediately going back to searching. “That one is issue fourteen, that one introduces one of the best characters in the whole series! Her name is Jenna, total badass!” Two more slap against your growing pile “And those two are back-to-back storylines, so cool and such a cliffhanger! They’ve never done that before or since!” Another book flutters into your arms. “And that one they go to space! Space! Oh, and they introduce the coolest thi-”

He pauses and looks back at the sound of your giggle. You hold a palm over your mouth to calm your laughter but the doe-eyed look he throws at you causes you to burst into laughter.

“Wow, your passionate!” He flushes red and now you can see a few freckles dotting his nose. “No, I love it! It's cute.” He flushes harder, fiddling with the drawstring of the hoodie. “But, unfortunately, I’m not really looking to spend hundreds on comic books today.”

He glances down at the pile you’re carrying and perks up. “Oh! Uh, right.” He bashfully rubs the back of his neck as he reaches to grab the extra issues and put them back into place. “Uhm, sorry. About the rambling.”

“I said it's fine, I appreciate it, actually. I’ll be waiting anxiously until I save up” you grab his books and hand them over to him, he smiles as he takes them, softly brushing your fingers with his own.

“Uh, you said you were new to the area, right?” he pauses for your response, and at your nod of confirmation, he continues, stuffing a hand into the baggy hoodie pocket. “Well, there's a cafe a few blocks away from here, I go there pretty often with my brothers, food’s pretty good. I could bring some of my copies down if you wanted to hang out sometime? I could show you around, too..? Doesn't have to be tomorrow or anything!” he cringes back by the end of his rushed sentence, a wobbly smile scrunches up his cheeks, and he internally waits for you to say no.

“I’d love to! But,” his smile drops immediately, rushing to wave his hands in front of you to say ‘that's okay! Totally fine!’ but your “I don't even know your name, yet.” makes him stop.

“Oh, uh, L-Lloyd! I’m- I’m Lloyd. Garmadon.” he shoves an open palm out between you two, cringing and pulling back after a few moments.

You grab his hand before it can retreat back into his pocket, giving him a firm shake, introducing yourself with a dramatized flourish. “And I’m Y/N, my fine sir. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir Luh-Lloyd Garmadon.” you flash him a cheeky smile and a wink. His heart flutters and he can feel his heat prickle his cheeks again, he hides it behind a relaxed smile. To you, he seemed to melt before you, relaxing into the chill atmosphere you managed to set.

“So, does that mean you’re up for it?”

“Sure, I'm free this weekend?” you start to walk over to the front counter and Lloyd follows close beside. He nods enthusiastically, watching as you set your three books down and dig around for your wallet.

“Yeah, Saturday works for me, maybe around one?” you nod and smile, continuing to rummage around your wallet for the appropriate bills. Lloyd thinks for a second before setting a hand on your shoulder and speaking when you look up at him curiously.

“Y’know what? How about I pay for you?” he cuts you off with a raised hand when he sees you begin to decline. “No, it's okay, I have an account here, anyway. If anything you're giving me points.” before you can argue, Lloyd gently sets his down on the counter and turns to the cashier, who talks to him with familiarity. He really must come here a lot, you think. You put your wallet back in your purse and reluctantly wait for the transaction to be done.

A minute or so later Lloyd walks up to you and hands you a dark blue bag with the store's logo on it. “Thanks, Lloyd, you didn't have to do that.” you both walk out the doors, the sun making you both raise a hand in front of your eyes to block the light.

“Seriously, it's fine!” he says, turning to you.

You ‘hmph’, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well then, I'm going to be paying for lunch on Saturday.” he opens his mouth but you cut him off. “No complaints.” he lets out a breathy laugh and shakes his head at you.

“Yeah, okay, if you insist. How many volumes do you want me to bring?”

“Oh, as many as you can carry.” you giggle happily. “If you have any other recommendations too, I certainly wouldn't complain.” he nods determinedly. You raise a finger to point down the street to the right. “Well, I'm down there, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Yeah! I’ll see ya then, Y/N. Uhm, it was nice to meet you!” he waves and calls to you as you start down the sidewalk. Your turn and look over your shoulder, sending him a smile and a wave as you turn the corner.

Lloyd’s hand slowly drops to his side, his smile melting into a permanent thing. Did.. did he just get a date? His face explodes into red and he quickly whips around, speed walking down the street to get to the Bounty. He needed to hound Kai and Jay for his missing issues ASAP.

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter eleven - eye for an eye

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frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.0k

warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, mentions of death, blood, injuries, bruises/hickeys, a lil bit of SEXUAL TENSION AND SHIIII whaaaaa omfg!!!!

a/n: this is probably the least amount of plot i have put in a chapter thus far, but i hope you forgive me. pray with me!!!!! i’m writing this series so fast bc every new chapter im like ‘okay no THIS is my favourite one. no this.’ wnhdhshfhdh.

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“So, you cook too?” Walking over to the kitchen counter, you can’t ignore the smell of whatever he’s making any longer.

“Sometimes.”

“Someone had you well trained.” As soon as the words come out, you regret them. To his credit, he only stops for about a second, and then keeps cooking. Trust you to put your foot in your mouth, especially about that. “Sorry, I-“

“You’re good. She was an amazing cook. This is… nothin’.” Your heart swells at the small piece of himself and his past life he shares with you, maybe spurred on by your own confession not that long ago. Letting the silence hang around the both of you, you lean over the pot, trying to see inside, and when he turns you grab a spoon and scoop some of the contents out. “Hey.”

“Oh, this is actually good!” You say with a mouth full of whatever he was making, and he snatches the spoon out of your mouth and chucks it in the sink.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“What is it?” He doesn’t answer - no, he does, you just have no idea what the words he uses mean. Whatever it is, you have never heard of it before. Clearly, you look as confused as you feel.

“Rice. Meat. Other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“You said it tasted good. You’ll eat it.” A bowl full of food appears in front of you. It’s steaming hot, and smells so good your mouth starts watering immediately. Leaning forward on your forearm, you swirl the food around in the bowl, letting the steam hit you straight in the face.

The last time you had a meal cooked specifically for you was 12 years ago. Your dad had made it, trying to smooth things over with your mother who was still worrying about the threats he received at his work. She was right to worry, but your dad just wanted to see her smile. You can remember that last night so clear.

You don’t hesitate any longer, practically shovelling it into your mouth. You don’t think you’ve ever tasted something quite like it, although it might be the fact that all your meals have been half frozen and you don’t have anything to compare it to. Either way, it was fucking incredible, and whatever noise you make has Frank looking up over his own bowl, eyes wide, staring right at you.

“Good?” Nodding enthusiastically, he laughs and continues to watch your movements over his food. You can feel his eyes on you, it’s almost like a sixth sense now. You can always tell when he’s looking at you, it has a weight of its own, like his gaze is something to be earnt, to be deserved.

“So fucking good.” You take a final scoop from your bowl, and the fork clatters against the metal. You see Frank swallow, and finally his eyes drop down, shifting his weight to the other foot. “Where’d you learn all this stuff from?”

“To cook?”

“Cooking, knife throwing, all the fun stuff.” He takes your bowl and chucks both of them in the sink, turning back to face you. He leans on his forearms over the counter, and you would only be about half a meter apart.

“Marines for both.”

“You learnt how to cook from being a Marine?”

“Learnt to be resourceful. You don’t get a lot of supplies, and eating the same shit every day will kill you. Eventually you gotta try something new. All the guys would combine the rations every week, see what we could make with it.”

“They teach you to throw knives, too?”

“They teach you to throw anything with a point.” Frank turns around, and you think that’s where you get the nerve to ask your next question.

“Did they teach you how you taught me?” You see his hands grip the edge of the sink he was facing. What was too far between you now? Where was he going to draw the line? Technically, you kissed him. First, as least.

“What are you trying to say?” His voice was low, careful; like he didn’t know the answer either.

“Well, maybe if the marines taught you to kiss, you’d be a bit better at it.” There’s a second of nothing. Maybe this whole thing will implode on you. Everything else was - your plan of freedom, now relying on the cops and an agent you met a day ago, your plan to get your brother out, resting on the fact that the Colonel or the Gnucci’s haven’t killed him already. It would make sense that this very fragile situation would come crashing down, the final pin in the coffin, would be fitting.

You thought you’d be able to deal with it - having those half parts of him, not knowing where you stand, but within an hour your breaking your own rules, and-

Then he laughs.

His shoulders relax - his entire posture slumps a little, no longer tight and straight, and he laughs. His grip on the sink releases and he turns around.

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”

“What!? I’ve had a slap in the face more satisfying than that.” It was a lie. A deadly, blue faced lie. Even though it was hardly a sliver of what you wanted to do to him, the slight brush of your lips even just for a few seconds was enough to send you into orbit. It was unsatisfying only in the way it had you begging for more.

You wouldn’t tell him that though.

“That right?”

“That is right.” You can’t tell if Frank is about to kiss you again, or punch you in the face, but he can’t do either with the table in between you. He has the same thought. “Big bad Punisher, but can’t even kiss a girl right.”

“That’s what you think?” You feel like prey; he’s stalking around the counter, one of his giant hands fisted at his side. His eyes were on you, searching for resistance. Confusion. Anything that would tell him to stop. You turn on your chair so he’d be able to reach you, and he takes it as a sign. He wasn’t going to be tentative this time, if only to shut you up.

“That’s what I think.” He’s finally standing in front of you, his breathing controlled in comparison to your own short, sharp intakes. He takes another step, nearly slotting himself in between your open legs, that aren’t being held together by anything now that you have spun on the bar stool, back digging into the counter. “What are you gonna do about it, Castle?”

“Your bitin’ off a whole lot more than you can chew, sweetheart.” There it is. God, if anyone else said it you’d probably find it grating, but him. His voice was so low it vibrated through your chest when he spoke, and your mouth was going dry like that time you saw him shirtless. Still, he was being drawn in by this confidence act, and you had to keep it up, lure him in just a little closer.

“I don’t know about that. I’m pretty sure I can handle it, by the looks of things.” Looming over your head, his thighs came between your legs, forcing them open to accomodate his width. He was so big. It made even someone with your abilities feel smaller. He leant forward, one of his hands going past you, fingertips brushing your side, and it landed on the edge of the counter. Your eyes followed it, and that’s when you saw the marks.

Four, small indents on his forearm. They were starting to heal over, but they were still a bit raw. Small, but there. There was a slightly larger one on the other side of his arm, and the marks perfectly matched up with your hand. You did that to him, last night, when he was sewing you up. Your fingers lightly traced over the marks, lining them up with your now blunt hands.

“From last night?” He nodded, face inches from your own. If you looked up, your noses would touch. “Sorry.”

“T’s alright. I got your head pretty good last time. Call it even.” You knew he was talking about the scar on your temple, the one he seems fixated on. It’s one of your favourites.

“I broke your arm, too.” You can see another scar, from where your thumb broke his skin snapping the bone. Lightly, you slide the pad of your thumb over it, and his breath hitches just once. You smirk. The mask cracks, just slightly. “So, not even.”

“So I’ve still got a mark left?” You nod, and leave your hand wrapped around his forearm when you look up. You were right - your noses touch. “I think I know how I wanna use it.”

His free hand holds your face, and he pulls you to him. As soon as your lips touch, you feel everything else disappear.

There was nothing withholding in this kiss.

His hand snakes back into your hair, tangling the strands as he kisses you, hard. His lips are almost bruising with how close you are, but you are pushing back into him just as hard, not giving him an inch of doubt. All those cliche sparks flying moments you watched in movies as a kid doesn’t even do it justice. It’s more like your insides turn molten, everything hot and crackling.

The arm next to you hooks behind and you arch into him, your chest pressing onto his. He swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, a desperate question, and when you open your mouth for him, he nips at the skin before tasting every part you give him. You think you moan his name, or something that sounds close enough, because he steps into you one final time, and you feel the seam of his jeans against your core.

You roll your hips, driving on pure instinct, and suddenly you’re in the air. Frank drops his hand from your face to hold you up, and the arm around your back goes to your neck, holding you in place. He was kissing you unlike anyone had ever kissed you - like he was proving something. You moaned into his mouth, and he broke apart, keeping his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.” His words are slurred, and before you can formulate any semblance of a reply he’s on you again, teeth and tongue and lips a complete whirlwind of liquid gold all over your skin.

He was walking you backwards, towards the room with the bed, and the butterflies in your stomach were flipping in circles. He dragged your bottom lip between his teeth, opening his eyes to get a look at you before kissing you again, and you heard his shins hit the frame of the bed.

If he laid you down right here, you don’t think anything would stop you from tearing his clothes off and fucking him until neither of you could breathe. The hand underneath you was grabbing your ass, encouraging each roll of your hips as you felt him harden underneath you. His lips leave you again, and he nudges your head back with his nose. You let him move you, and he begins hungrily kissing and biting his way down your neck.

It was making you squirm. The way his lips switched from soft and sweet to hard, letting his teeth nip ever so slightly making you yelp, then smoothing it over with his tongue in apology, making you moan. Your head dropped forward onto his shoulder, and you were still in his arms, standing at the end of the bed.

“Fuck, Frank.” You hear him groan, and feel it against your skin. You know exactly what he’s doing - leaving a mark like you told him he could. It makes you feel hotter, and your body shudders under the attention. He finally starts to come back up, kissing under your jaw, then your cheekbone, then kissing the scar on your temple, and eventually landing home at your lips again.

This time he kisses you slower - still hard and sure, but slow. Sweet, almost, a word you don’t usually use to describe the hardened vigilante. There wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t against him, and with the jeans he was wearing, they weren’t hiding any of your effect on him. He pulled away with a groan as you rolled your hips again.

“We…” He says, his hot breath kissing your cheek. His voice is strained, like how he talks in the morning. It makes you move against him again. “We can stop, if you...”

It’s a question as much as an answer. He’s giving you an out, but he’s also asking himself. Does he need to wait? Sure - it had been a long time since you had done anything like this with anyone, and even then you were extremely…inexperienced, for all your bravado. He had a wife.

A wave of guilt came over you. A wife. You could feel the wedding ring, burning a whole in your chest that was pressed against him. Maybe he couldn’t… or didn’t. Just plain didn’t. You stopped moving.

“We can.” You were still out of breath, replaying the last few minutes in your head. You had a feeling they would be making recent visits in your brain. You’d be lucky if you could ever think of anyone else.

Both of you seem to be waiting for the other. He was still holding you, one strong hand splayed on your back, holding you close, the other holding you up, on your ass. You swallowed, unsure of who should break the silence.

Neither of you do, and he doesn’t seem to be able to hold himself back from kissing you again. Spinning around, his lips stayed on you as he laid you back onto the bed, crawling up your body until you were propped up by the pillows. His hips held you to the mattress, pinning you down with the most incredible pressure, and you were almost positive you were seeing stars.

Hands roamed free, one of yours scraping through his scalp, through the short strands of hair that were growing longer the more time he spent with you. There was now enough to grab a small handful, and you did, earning another low groan into your mouth, and another buck of his hips. Every time he moved he was pushing himself right against your centre, and you were almost positive if he kept going, you would finish right here, just at the pressure of him being on top of you.

“Frank.” You practically whine, and he stops, hovering his mouth just over yours. You thought it came out more as a moan, but there must have been more question in it, because he pulls back.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” With those eyes looking up at you, and that god damned nickname, you could have melted right there. He pulled his body off you a little more, and you start to think about what your doing. What this would mean, where you are, who you are and why the hell this would happen to you of all people.

“We- you don’t have to. I dont want you to think that…”He pushes up on his forearms, and the chain of the ring that hangs around his neck slips out just slightly. You want to tell him so much - that you don’t deserve this light headed feeling he’s pulled from you, but if it’s something that he wants you would give it all to him. You want to tell him that as much as you might not get a happy ending, he deserves one, and he shouldn’t throw that chance away with you. You want to tell him how you…feel. As lame as it sounds. You want him to know what your thinking, even if you can’t sort it out for yourself.

You take too long, though, and he’s pushing off you, leaning back onto his knees. Whatever words you were going to say are lost.

He was still looking at you, his chest beginning to return to a normal breathing rate as he slumps down next to you, bed groaning under the sudden weight.

“Think we’re um-“ He starts, and you hear his head turn on the pillow, looking at you. “Think we’re even now.”

“What?”

His hand comes up from his side, the rough pads of his fingers gently brushing over the sensitive spot just under your jaw. You almost flinch at the contact, and you know exactly what was there.

“Ah. Felt better than a broken arm, I bet.” You say, struggling to swallow as his fingers remain on your throat, tracing aimless lines on your skin. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t-“

“Don’t. Don’t apologise. Never for that.” A single nod manages to move your head, and you turn on your side to face him fully. He keeps his hand on you, now moving up to cup the side of your face, thumb running along your cheekbone.

“You learn those moves in the marines, too?” A smile that meets his eyes spreads across his face, matching yours, and he shakes his head.

“You’re makin’ it real hard not to kiss you again.” Everything turns to that molten hot lava again, and you’d be surprised if he couldn’t feel how hot you were under his hand.

“I wasn’t tell you to stop. Before.” His hand, gentle as it always has been, hooks under your chin, pulling you forward. Your body follows, and you shuffle closer. He kisses you again, your eyes fluttering closed to soak it in. It lasts only a second.

“We got time.” Was all he said, then he pulled away. You blew out a breath, searching for a distraction so you didn’t pounce on him.

“Yeah. Especially if you’re waiting for me to memorise all those maps.”

“You were staring at them for an hour.” He turns his head back up to the ceiling, and drops his arm up above your head. “Surely you got something.”

“Well, I was right. We need to go in the back. The blue prints look like they were making lower levels under the elevator shaft, but there’s nothing on the motion sensors under there.”

“Yeah. You know the way in?” You nod again, and when you turn to face him, you see an alarm clock next to his head, and realise how late it is. “You want me to go?”

“No.” You let your eyes drift down, seeing the hand not behind your head resting across his stomach. He was still wearing his jeans, and you could see how much you really got to him, because the denim was hiding nothing. “Change, though.”

“You tryin’ to get me out of my clothes?” He calls as he swings off the bed.

“Maybe.” He scoffs as he disappears from the room, and you catch a glimpse of him ripping his shirt over his head before you are left alone.

God. Why did you stop him, again?

It doesn’t take long for him to return, shirtless, and wearing baggy sweatpants that have probably been his for years. It’s too dark now for a normal person to see clearly, but you can see out the corner of your eyes he doesn’t hesitate to get in, careful to keep to his side of the bed.

Neither of you speak for a bit, but a strange sense of calm catches you off guard. You thought your brain would be going a mile a minute considering what just happened, but having him next to you does the opposite. It’s peaceful, almost.

“I don’t think he’ll know who I am.” You nearly whisper it, and you can feel Frank shift on the bed.

“Your brother?”

“It’s been years. 12 years, since I saw him. He was a baby.” You can still hear how loud he was crying in your head, the night of the fire. “He might not even know he has me. All this time, he is all I fought for, but he will have no idea who I am. What I’ve done for him.”

“He’s damn lucky to have someone like you coming for him. Even if he doesn’t know you now, he will.” You know he might not even be there, at Silo, when you and Frank tear it to the ground, but the closer you get, the more it scares you.

“I miss him so much, all the time. It hurts and I - I’m so scared he’s gonna be dead, Frank.” Your voice is softer than it’s ever been, hardly a whisper, and Frank pulls you to him. Arms wrapped around you, your back presses against his chest, and you don’t need the blanket anymore because of how warm he is. You don’t even notice your crying until Franks voice, soothing and low, shushes into your ear. “I don’t think I can live with myself if- he’d be dead because of me.”

“I know.” He’s not just saying that, either. He does know - he would know exactly how that feels. To lose everything because of what you are, to have done everything to keep your family safe, and have it still not be enough. Your cries get softer, and he’s still holding you just as tight. “I know. I got you.”

“Yeah. You do.” You feel a little puff of his breath, and you think it might of been a laugh if he wasn’t pressed to your back so tight.

“You’re alright.” Is all he says, over and over, and just as you drift to sleep, you think, no matter what happens, you might start to believe him.

[next chapter]

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