#im like vibrating out of my skin with thoughts on that finale

[luvyeni]

❛DON'T FUCK YOUR ROOMMATE❜ (h. renjun)

p. roommate!renjun x fem!reader w. 1.6k

warnings? kitchen sex , unprotected sex , pinning , masturbation , dirty talk ,

— 𖦹 ( you really shouldn't fuck your roomate , but he's making really hard ) !

"ow!" you hissed the butter from the pot , popping up , hitting your exposed skin. "stupid fucking butter." you cursed ,grabbing the pancake mix that you had already made , pouring it into the box.

normally you'd sleep in until about 12 on your day off , but you felt compelled to get up and be productive , so you decided to make breakfast for you and your roommate , who was still in his room sleeping.

you and renjun had came in contact with each other when your bestfriend told you he was looking for a roommate to help with the bills , and you were desperately trying to move out of your parents house. he was clean and he didn't ask for much , and all honesty you probably would've even if he was dirty and asked you to do everything — you were that desperate.

he was also nice , when he came home from work — which you weren't sure what he did , but you didn't question it , he'd bring you food , and he let you shower first so you'd get enough hot water , and he was overall a good person.

"maybe i should go wake him." you said , turning around , yelping in shock that he was standing in front of you , too close to be exact , his nose brushing up against him. "good morning princess."

one thing he did that you didn't necessarily hate , but it also didn't help your heart — he was flirty , not even a little , like to the point where he'd leave you breathless in some situations with the things he said. "are you cooking me breakfast?" you nodded. "f-for both of us."

you turned around , which didn't make it better because his frontside was now pressed against your backside , his morning wood pressed up against your ass , and you knew he was aware of it , you could see he's smirk out the corner of your eye.

"so sweet of you princess." he rested his chin on your shoulder blade — to anyone this would look like a couple sharing a sweet moment in the morning. "maybe i should give you a reward for being so good to me." but you and him weren't even dating , you haven't even hooked up.

he chuckled pulling away from you. "jesus (name) , you always get so flustered , im just joking." he sat down in the chair , while you gathered all the thoughts , taking the last pancake out , putting it on the plate.

"here." you placed in down in front of him. "thank you love." you sat down with your food , digging into the fluffy pancakes.

you were eating silently when he spoke up. "what are you doing today?" you shrugged. "it's my day off , so probably just stay home and clean , do some grocery shopping." you finished off your food , grabbing his empty plate. "that's cute." he smiled , toying with his lip ring that he one day came home with. "you're like my own cute little housewife." jesus he was on ten today.

"w-what are you doing today?" you said putting the dishes in the sink , turning the water on. "it's my day off too , some friends are coming over , we'll probably just drink and hang out , jaemin does smoke pot so i hope that doesn't bother you." you nodded. "it's fine , i'll pick up some beers and snacks at the market."

he stood up , making his way over to you , coming up to you like before , caging you in between his body and the sink. "here." he took the sponge out if your hand. "i'll do it , as a payback for breakfast princess , how about you just go get ready for the day." he released you from his trap , laughing as he watched you scurry away.

you closed the door , feeling like you could finally breathe. "why does he keep doing this." you whined , the feeling between your legs almost unbearable as you gathered your things for your shower , including your vibrator.

"oh fuck" you bit your lip , to contain your moans , moving the vibrator against your clit. this is how you often spent your showers , having renjun around all the time and him acting like this , you often got yourself off in the shower so he wouldn't hear you. "fuck im cumming!" you whispered , your body finally calming down.

you quickly finished up your shower , stepping out , wrapping your towel around your body. "shit." you cursed , you'd left your underwear sitting on the bed. "how does one do that?" you questioned , grabbing your clothes , opening the door , ready to make a run for it , your room was just down the hall.

you were too caught up in trying to get into your room , that you bumped straight into something — more like someone. "why are you in such a rush love?"

he lowered his eyes , taking in what you were wearing , smirking. "you wearing this for me princess?" you held on to your towel , holding your vibrator behind your back so he wouldn't notice , but that just made him even more curious. "whatcha hiding princess?"

"n-nothing." you tried to move forward , but he just blocked your way. "i know you're lying." he walked closer , so you stepped back. "i-i'm not , i swear." you cluthed the tool in your hand , backing up some more , letting out a oof as you hit the wall. "you've trapped yourself princess."

he went to reach for your hand , smirking. "you can try and stop me , but that just means you're towel will fall." he grabbed your wrist. "i would love to see what's under this towel , but we both know you don't want that." he pulled your hand from behind your back. "oh?"

your face burned with embarrassment , he was gonna bring this up every single day now , you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "i hope you had fun love." he let you go just like that , walking back to his room , you quickly finished the walk to your room.

"(name)?" you did dare turn around , scared of what he would say. "if you ever want to feel good the right way my room is right down the hall." your breath hitched. "i'm sure i can get you off way better than that stupid toy."

you quickly shut the door , quickly fanning yourself , before sitting down to get yourself ready for your day of errands.

renjun shut the door to his room , locking the door , groaning silently. "fuck." his cock straining against his pajama pants. "why'd she have to be wearing that?" he palmed himself , sighing. "fuck that's why she was taking so long?" he freed his cock from the prison of his pants , stroking himself. "oh fuck."

he imagined what you were doing in the shower , getting yourself off. he bit down on his fist , so you wouldn't hear him moaning , or so he wouldn't slip up and say your name like he'd done it before , but when you confronted him about it , he covered it up with a lie.

he squeezed the tip of his cock , his thighs shaking as white droplets spurted from his tip. "sh-shit." he sighed , cum covering his hand , he grimaced , grabbing a tissue. after discarding it , he grabbed his things , ready to do his daily routine for the day.

you heard the shower , quietly peeking out of the room , to make sure he really was in there , before grabbing your things , leaving out of the apartment.

after the emotionally draining trip to supermarket , you were finally home , putting the password to apartment door in , walking in sitting the bags down , not noticing the group of people sitting in your livingroom. "(name)?" you looked up , finally realizing.

"you're back?" renjun asked. "mmhm." you nodded picking up the bags. "do you need help?" a voice from behind you said , you turned around , facing the boy. "i'm mark." he was handsome , and helpful. "oh , thank you."

he helped you put everything away , you grabbed the beers and the snacks , making your way to the livingroom. "(name) , these are my friends i was telling you about , that's mark , jeno , jaemin and— donghyuck." the boy interjected. "but everyone calls me haechan."

"nice to meet everyone , i bought beer and snacks for you guys." you sat it on the table , opening the cand handing them out to everyone. "pretty and caring." renjun glared at the boy. "yah , lee haechan." he warned. "im just saying." you chuckled. "we're just about to watch the game." jaemin said. "you can stay watch if you want if you want."

"(name) , you staying?" renjun asked , he didn't want you to , he didn't even want them to look at you. "im sorry , not tonight." he smiled to himself. "i really just want to take a shower and take a nap." you said. "next time then." jeno said you nodded. "next time."

you turned to walk away , when renjun stopped you , surely he wouldn't do this in front of his friends. "don't take to long this time." he smirked , your eyes widened , before you scurried off to your room.

he chuckled , turning back to his friends. "you lucky fucking bastard." haechan said. "what are you talking about?" he rolled his eyes. "you're fucking her aren't you?" mark slapped his friend for his crudeness. "haechan stop."

"no im not fucking her." although he wish he was. "so you're just living with a girl that hot?" haechan kept going. "so she's single?" he took a sip of beer , sitting it back down. "cause if she's single , i need her number like now."

he didn't know why he was upset , you guys weren't dating , yet he was about to rip haechan's head off for even bringing it up. "i'll be damned if i come home to you fucking my roommate , knowing you it probably wouldn't even be in her room , more like the kitchen table." he grumbled , bitterly taking another sip of beer.

"alright everybody out." you heard renjun yell about 5 hours later. "all of you are sober enough to get home , and someone can drag haechan home , go." you heard a bunch of shuffling and whining. "(name) , bye bye!" you heard haechan slurring , making you laugh , he was seriously a character. "shut up and go."

you waiting for the door to close , making your way out of the room. "he's funny." he closed the door , sighing. "yeah , you say that now , you try know him for 7 years , that will change." you smiled , looking at the mess they left. "i'm sorry , i'll clean it."

"it's fine , i don't mind." you began to pick up all the can , taking them to the sink to wash them out so you can trash them. "so helpful." he said coming up behind you. "so pretty." he whispered , close enough to smell the beer he was drinking.

"re-renjun." you stuttered , the cold metal of his lip ring against your neck. "don't fight it love , you knew it was bound to happen soon." you sighed as he left little kisses down your neck , his hands roaming around your body. "i didn't forget about earlier." he darkly chuckled.

he lifted up to the shirt you were wearing , sneaking his hands into your sleep shorts. "did it feel good?" he rubbed your clit through your panties. "were you thinking about what happened during breakfast?"

you whimpered , you definitely shouldn't be doing this with him. "answer me love." he pressed down on your bud. "did you make yourself cum to the thought of me fucking you against the kitchen sink." you nodded , moaning. "fu-fuck renjun yes , please , i need more."

he pulled your panties to the side , stuffing you full of his fingers. "shit." you moaned as he thrusted his fingers in and of your hole. "f-feels so good." he hummed. "yeah?" flicking your clit. "told you i could make you feel so much better than that vibrator."

it felt so wrong , but at the same time so right , he was so skilled with his fingers , he had you cumming in no time , but you still wanted more. "fuck renjun , pl-please , need you to fuck me."

he pulled your short and underwear down , along with his pants , freeing his cock from his underwear , bending you over the sink "such a pretty little cunt." he rubbed himself against your folds. "can't wait to fill it with my seed." he pushed himself inside you. "fu-fuck such a tight cunt." he wasted no time , thrusting into your hole. "renjun!"

he was rough , but you liked it , panting in your ear. "so many times i thought about fucking you." he groaned. "jerking off to the thought of -fuck- you screaming my name."

you were gripping the sink , his name and a mixture of curse words flowing out of your mouth like a waterfall , your roommate was truly fucking you dumb. "you're mine now." he grunted , hitting that spot. "only i get to fuck you like this , my little slut."

you moaned , clenching around his length. "fuck keep clenching and im gonna cum." you did it again. "oh fuck." he stilled his hips , cumming inside of you , triggering your orgasm. "renjun!" you let a pornographic scream as you came , a white ring forming around the base of his cock as he fucked you both through your orgasms. "im gonna pull out now baby." he kissed your shoulder , slowly pulling out , you whimpered. "good girl." he praised. "you did so good."

"i couldn't have made it obvious enough that i wanted to fuck you." you both laid in his bed. "i don't just go around pressing my morning wood on random people." you laughed. "well you'd always played it as a joke." he nodded. "guess i shouldn't do that anymore." he climbing on top of you.

"i guess if i want to fuck you i should just go for it then huh?"

©️LUVYENI

#nct fic #nct x female reader #nct x reader #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct dream fic #nct dream hard thoughts #nct dream hard hours #nct dream smut #huang renjun smut #huang renjun x reader #huang renjun scenarios #renjun x reader #renjun hard thoughts #renjun hard hours #renjun smut

[ma1dita]

im begging on my knees for you to see my vision of riding Luke in the driver’s seat of a car after a stressful and dangerous quest 😩😭 THE TENSION!? THE ROUGHNESS??

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

mdni

luke castellan x reader

a/n: it's 7am... i... don't know either. smut. unprotected sex. semi public. slight exhibitionism

wc: 835

riding luke in the driver's seat of a car he stole while accompanying you on your first official quest.... having a car was a quicker way to get the job done he said, and chris also reasoned the old lady they carjacked won't know what she's missing. with two sons of hermes against you, even if you disagreed with them they still wouldn't hear a single complaint from your lips once you could sit in the ac instead of trod through the summer midwestern heat.

a week later you're sitting in the parking lot of a motel in rural illinois. one second you're grinning over the success of your quest and waiting for chris to come back with the room key and the next second luke's pulling you over the console into a bruising kiss that makes his cracked lips bleed. days ago you remember watching luke pick the locks of this car just as easy as he flicks your belt open just now, your knees digging into the hot metal of the seatbelt mechanism next to his thighs as you rise up from your haunches and he can see the sweat glistening on your tummy, back arching over the steering wheel. your shirt flies over his shoulders and lands somewhere in the backseat. shorts following as quick as he can pull them off you, slick rubbing against the meat of your thighs so much that when you sit back down on his lap he can feel it through his jeans---the heat isn't just coming from the red glow of the motel sign almost vibrating with the words 'open 24/7'.

he presses your back across the wheel, one hand snaking up to your throat and the other dragging your panties to the side for him to peek and prod at in the dim light. with his seat leaned all the way back, he watches you like you're something out of the porn magazine chris jokingly nicked from the gas station earlier, shiny with sweat and something he can smell, desire reeking from every pore of your tired body. demigod aside, you're a fucking fever dream, a nasty thought that keeps luke hard at night until he can jack off when everyone finally goes to sleep in cabin 11. the only thing he'll be thanking the gods for is the fact that his brother left you two long enough for a quick fuck.

"luke, we're still dirty," you mumble, but he knows you couldn't care less, both of you covered in blood and grime and unable to know where he ends and you begin once his fly goes down and you sink onto him like a perfect mold. this is filthier---the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him tight with every thrust of your hips downwards like he'd ever want to leave this small slice of heaven.

"f-fuck, just like that...you're so tight f'me..."

you grab onto his curls to make him look at you in the dim lighting, dipping your fingers into his mouth as you rock your hips hard and he sucks on them like they're covered in nectar---sharp tongue and plump lips dancing around your digits despite the dirt under your nails but he's entranced by the way your eyes roll back once he starts fighting against your rhythm. it's not a competition but with every noise that spills from your lips as he pistons into your sopping warmth, he thinks he might be winning.

"so dirty baby... you're right... feels too good to stop though huh?" he grins at the sound of sticky skin slapping once he bucks his hips up faster. through the steamy windshield, he can see curtains rustling in the windows near where he parked the car. maybe it's the way the whole vehicle is shaking with the force of your hips, the headlights he accidentally turned back on when taking your clothes off, or maybe its the way you're screaming his name like you want someone to hear.

"oh, luke, i can't! slow down, people are gonna...see!"

you're holding onto his shoulders and peeking at his face through teary lashes and this motherfucker has his tongue between his lips smiling---mortals be damned. they can watch if they want, regardless he fucks into you like he means it. until you fall apart on his cock and there are red handprints on your hips from where he pulls you off of him, the both of you pulling at his cock with his hands over yours until hot streaks of cum paint your tummy to your tits.

there's a knock at the window. rolling the window down at eye level, luke makes eye contact with chris who looks at his brother with a knowing grin. you've thrown your head onto his shoulder in embarassment, sandwiching the multiple stains and fluids between your shaking bodies.

"shower's open. you guys were... occupied so i went ahead. you both need it," chris smirks, before sliding luke the extra key card.

and he's right. the both of you need a shower. good thing the next step after getting dirty is scrubbing each other clean, right?

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩ #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x reader smut #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

[lovers-rck]

you want to get better at kissing, so you ask your friend ellie to give you some tips

fluff ? i guess. modern au

☆

"how do you kiss someone?"

ellie looks at you "what?"

"do you have some tricks?" you asks

the past few months had been rough, the cold winter burned the cheeks of everyone, red noses and big scarfs were the last fashion tendency in campus. for the last few days you were drown in warm and cozy clothes, swimming through hot chocolate and watching christmas movies.

today wasn't the exception. after your last class of the day, you went to ellie's dorm and you both watched a movie in her laptop, ellie handing you her cup of hot chocolate every once in a while.

"what? no" she replies

"then how do you do it?"

"why are you asking me that? you kissed people before"

you roll your eyes "yeah, when i was like twelve years old" you make a disgusted face at remember that "he licked all my face"

ellie laughs

"i dont know. i kiss like everyone else"

"all the girls in my class talk about how you kiss them"

ellie furrows her eyebrows "i kissed one of your classmates?"

you roll your eyes "it would be easier to answer who you didn't kiss ellie"

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"i don't know" you shrug "do you have some tips for me?"

"avoid the excess of tongue"

"ellie!"

"okay sorry!" she says, thinking "i don't know. im not an expert"

"you kissed a lot of girls"

"so?"

"that means that you know something i don't!"

"how to flirt maybe"

you throw a pillow in her face, your cheeks getting red in anger "forget it"

you place your eyes in the movie again, seeing scenes and hearing dialogues but not really paying attention. you were swimming in a pool were the water was made of thoughts and questions.

"i can show you" you heard ellie say after a couple of minutes.

you swim to the top of the pool, getting out. "what?" you replie

she shrugs, her eyes still on the movie "only if you want"

you watch the laptop again, trying to process ellie's words.

"wouldn't that be weird?" you asks

"it doesn't have to be" she says and in her stomach a bunch of butterflys fight eachothers "it's for educational purposes"

you laugh softly, your fingers playing with the seam of your sweather "okay"

ellie finally looks at you "yeah?"

you nod, a funny smile resting in your face "okay" she says and moves the laptop away, making space as she taps her lap "here"

your eyes go wide "what?"

"what? i thought you wanted me to show you"

"yeah" you say "i just didn't know i have to sit in you"

"oh" she says, her cheeks getting red "you don't have to. sorry"

you nod slowly. an awkward silence sits between both of you.

after a few seconds, you start to move towards her. she offers her hand and you take it. your knees swim in the sea of blankets as you follow the path to her body.

your mind is fuzzy when you sit in her legs, her hands resting in your hip "okay" you sigh

"you okay?" she asks, looking in your eyes some answer

"yeah" you nod "you are warm"

ellie laughs and her vibrations resonate in her body, making your body shift slightly. you hold back a whimper with the faint suspicion that you shouldn't feel that way.

"im gonna kiss you now" she announces, you nod "just follow my lead"

"follow your lead" you repeat, your hands in her shoulders "got it"

ellie grabs your face with a soft grip, moving it gently to her lips.

you take a deep breath when for the first time ever she places her lips over yours. she leaves them there for a couple of seconds, warming your own before continuing. you feel her other hand caressing your waist over your tick hoddie.

ellie's kiss is soft and sweet, her lips moving against yours with such tenderness. you try to follow her, frustrated with your own inexperience "relax" she murmurs "no one is rushing us"

you try to relax. you direct your hands towards her neck, unconsciously caressing her skin with your thumb and gaining a few shivers on her part. you laugh softly, breaking the kiss as ellie laughs too "you got me there" she says, her breath hitting your lips "you want to keep going?"

you smile against her lips as you realize that you both were talking in whispers, like children sharing a secret "yes" you whisper, and this time you start the kiss.

you feel more confident now, opening your mouth a bit. ellie takes that as an invitation and turns the kiss in something deeper, moving her hand to your jaw.

you shiver as you kiss her back the same way, this time more hungry, less delicate. ellie handles your face the way she wants, moving it to the side to deepen her assault on your mouth.

you feel your breath getting louder as the seconds pass, her grip getting stronger in your body. you shift in her lap, your chest against hers , chasing that proximity and more.

the moment ellie slips her tongue in your mouth you moan softly, breaking the kiss "sorry" you murmur, completely embarrassed

"too much?" she asks, placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

you shake your head "i just didn't expect it" you replie "what should i do if someone wants tongue?"

ellie ignores the needle of jealousy that pinch her at thinking about someone else kissing you "it's up to you. if you like kissing with tongue and the other person too then go ahead"

"i don't know if i like it" you make a face "it's kinda weird"

on impulse, ellie replies "do you want to keep trying?" you look at her "to see if you like it, i mean" she adds, awkward.

you hide a smile and nod, feeling ellies mouth the very next second, wasting no time.

this time she does the tongue thing again and you decided that you like it. it's all wet and warm, and a bit weird at first, but ellie plays with your mouth in a way that makes you melt.

her hands navegate over the waist of your hoddie, trying to move you closer to her. you hug her by the neck, your fingers ghosting over her hair.

in the kiss, a weird feeling invades you. you feel weird, weird of kisssing your friend like this, of being sitting in her legs, of liking it. ellie grabs you and touch your face and kiss you and when she touch the exposed skin of your hip you realize that this wasn't a practice anymore.

"ellie" your murmur with agitated breath

and she understands, leaving your lips "sorry" her lips are red and swollen

you make an awkward smile and get off her lap, instantly missing her warm essence. you see how ellie plays with her fingers, nervous

you watch the laptop, the movie still on. outside is snowing. you feel warmth in places that you shouldn't.

"how did i do it?" you ask playfully, trying to lighten the atmosphere

ellie catch your intention and shrug her shoulders, making a funny face "i had better"

you laugh and push his shoulder lightly, pulling the blankets off her bed "i say the same thing"

"yeah, i bet that boy from when you were twelve kissed you better" she jokes and you throw a pillow to her face one more time.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie wiliams #the last of us #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #tlou #tlou2

[enh4s]

u want some ideas? girl i got u, but apologise early if some of my ideas are something you already wrote

-heeseung coming home and wants nothing but him in your pussy only to find out you riding a dildo while waiting for him. so he end up fucking you with him and the dildo

-jay who had an online meeting at home so u tease him by walking only wearing nothing but his shirt well it ends up him edging you the whole night

-jake your subby baby who tries to dom, you thought he's cant do it but oh boy he proof you wrong

-sunghoon teasing you in public by using vibrator in public

im sorry if its too much

I literally want to write all of them🫠

Starting with Heeseung one!!

"Impatience looks sexy on you"

pairing: bf! heeseung, horny af y/n

genre: pure smut without plot?

warnings: unprotected sex, anal, toy, dirty talk, breeding

author's note: I hope you'll enjoy this, short because I felt like making it short but spicyyyy (I want heeseung so bad)

Heeseung came home from work, tired and hungry. He had a long day of meetings and now he just wanted to relax in his bed with his girlfriend. He walked into the house, taking off his shoes at the door as he always did. He heard noises coming from the bedroom, and he smiled to himself.

Heeseung walked into the bedroom, his eyes widening in surprise at what he saw. You were lying on the bed, your legs spread wide and a dildo buried deep inside your pussy.

You were moaning and whimpering, your fingers working furiously at your clit. Heeseung's cock twitched in his pants as he watched his girl pleasure herself. He walked over to the bed and knelt down next to you, reaching out to touch your thigh.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice breathless.

"I'm going to help you cum," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on it as he reached between your legs to play with the dildo inside you. You moaned and arched your back, pushing your breast further into his mouth. He sucked harder, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth.

"Oh god," you moaned, your hips bucking against his hand as he worked the dildo in and out of your drenched cunt.

He could feel you're getting closer and closer to orgasm, and he felt the urge to make sure you came before he fucked you properly.

He pulled his mouth away from your nipple and moved down to your pussy, licking and sucking at your clit as he continued to play with the dildo. You were a moaning mess now, your body writhing beneath him as you approached the edge of orgasm.

He could feel your muscles tighten around the dildo, and he knew that you were close. He increased the speed of his movements, determined to bring you over the edge.

"Oh fuck!" you screamed, your body convulsing as you came hard. Heeseung kept licking and sucking at your clit, making sure that you got every last drop of pleasure from your orgasm. When you finally came down from her high, he stood up and stripped off his clothes, revealing his hard cock. It was twitching, it was all red and both of you knew that he craved you so bad.

"You're not done yet," he said, his voice low and husky. He grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over onto all fours, positioning himself behind you.

You gasped as he entered you, his cock filling your cunt completely. He gripped your hips tightly, thrusting into you with a primal force.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. He continued to pound into you, his balls slapping against your clit as he filled you up over and over again.

You moaned and cried out, your body rocking back and forth as he drove himself deeper and deeper into you.

“You couldn't wait for your man to fuck you properly, huh? You were so impatient to play with your little toy? Maybe we should use it again on you since you like it that much? My pretty, little slut" He said, spanking your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Heeseung. I couldn't help it. I was so horny and needed to cum so bad." You said, your voice trembling with desire.

"Please, Heeseung... Please fuck me harder!" He obliged your request, thrusting into you with a renewed vigor. He took a dildo in his hand, pushing the tip in your asshole.

You screamed in pain, but then you started to enjoy it. He started to fuck you with both his cock and the dildo, and you felt like you were being stretched to your limits. But you loved it, and you begged him to keep going. Heeseung continued to fuck you, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt while the dildo pushed into your ass.

You were screaming and crying out in pleasure, your body shaking with each thrust. Heeseung reached around and began playing with your clit, his fingers moving quickly as he brought you closer and closer to another orgasm.

"Oh god, yes! Yes, please don't stop!" you cried out, your body tensing up as you approached the peak of your second orgasm. Heeseung continued to pound into you, his pace increasing as he felt you're nearing your climax.

He could feel her muscles tightening around his cock. He was so rough with you, his own orgasm building inside him.

"Yes, oh yes! I'm cumming! Oh God Heeseung, it feels so good!” you continued screaming, your body shaking as you came all over his cock.

Heeseung kept thrusting in and out of you, he felt your juices coating his cock.

"So needy for my cock, and mine only, huh? You love it when I'm destroying you like this, my little plaything?" He asked, biting your neck lightly.

"Yes, yes! I love it!" you moaned. Heeseung thrust his cock into you hard and fast, fucking you with all he had left.

"Fuck me harder! Harder!" you begged. Heeseung obliged, pounding your pussy as hard as he could until he couldn't hold back anymore and came inside of you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good clenching around me like this” He was groaning onto your soft skin on your back. 

Heeseung pulled out, rolled off of you and pulled you close to him. He held you in his arms, breathing heavily. “Impatience looks so sexy on you" he said. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you," you said softly, resting your head on his chest.

"I love you too," he replied. "So, what's next?" you asked.

Heeseung thought for a moment. "Well, I think we should take a break from sex for a while" he said. You looked at him in surprise. "What? Why?" you asked. Heeseung smiled and kissed your forehead. 

“Well, I have to make sure you still know how to walk” He laughed, before pulling you closer for a kiss.

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypensmut #heeseung smut #heeseung imagines #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung #heeseung #heeseung please be my man #heeseung give me one chance #dom heeseung is always the best answer if you dont feel well

[anananass]

NSFW Wriothesley x F!Reader ~ ”Don’t be shy”

warning: nsfw

Tags: creampie, begging, praising, rough sorta? Just him being so hot and good istfg!! And probably some other things. He is sweet jesus

summary: the Duke notices you want him to fuck you with a little more spice (it’s 3 am and I do not know what Im doing)

wc: 1,2k

“Don’t be shy, tell me what you want princess.” The Duke’s hoarse toned words sent shivers down your spine. The sole fact he had been deepening himself inside your soaked folds for the past 20 minutes didn’t help but cause more trouble to you, so much that you slipped a rushed pant as you thought more and more of what you wanted.

Truth be told, you weren’t subtle at all with your desire to feel his hands roam around your stomach until finally gripping you to stay in place. You wanted him to handle you that way so badly but with the way he was ramming inside you, it was so much harder to voice your boiling yearning.

Still, attentive as he usually is, and perhaps a little too infatuated with the sight of you taking him so well, he was quick to notice your body language was gradually changing. Your motions, your squirming beneath him and the way you eyed his rough hands every time they’d move mere inches close to your stomach, it was all there. At first, he took it as nothing more than admiration, a gesture you always do every time he is on top and taking good care of you, however, this time felt different.

Maybe it was the prolonged eye contact you kept and the lustful whiff you gave off, but it didn’t matter anymore. He got the idea as soon as he lingered a pressured digit against the sensitive skin above his favorite area. No matter the case, if that was what you wanted, he would gladly provide, definitely not because he too found that idea as intriguing as you.

To encourage you, he began running his fingers down your chest, further lowering them to your stomach. He even gave you a playful wink followed by another thrust of his member.

Despite that, you still found difficulty in telling him and instead whimpered, hopeful he’d proceed with your wish but this was Wriothesley we are talking about. As much as it made him happy to spoil you, he wanted to hear that sweet beg come out of your pretty, fleshy lips.

The Duke’s lips’ corners curled into a mischievous smile, and upon pressing a forceful yet slow thrust inside you, he leaned closer to you. “Come on, tell me what you want.” He urged you nonchalantly whilst steadily rubbing himself against you despite his deeply buried member. “I want to hear you ask for it.” A faint groan slipped his honey-layered mouth and with it, prolonged eye contact followed.

He was making things so much difficult but at the same time, the lack of friction was making you go crazy, so much that you searched for it yourself. An obvious failure since he was doing nothing but chuckling in your face.

“I want you to grip my waist.” You finally uttered the words now that there was nothing to make you whine like a needy little mess. Your voice was barely above a whisper, and dear god the effect that had on him.

Hearing you ask for that in such a normal yet suave manner had his length pulse within your warm insides. It pushed you to gasp loudly given the slight vibration hit a good spot.

Wriothesley’s eyes widened with pure satisfaction, the tint of lust and adoration growing larger and larger in them. You couldn’t comprehend just how much that was driving him wild, but to your surprise, a simple request wouldn’t be enough. You couldn't just request he does something without stating what should be the consequence of that action.

“And do what?” His grace poked at you more and to add more tension, he rubbed himself against you one more time. It was unbelievable.

“Go wild.” You cried out, shuddering from all the euphoria he was denying you. You were so desperate that you grabbed his arms and dug your nails into his biceps, running your nails down to his forearms until there were red lines all over him.

That was all he needed from you. Oh, what a good girl you were, too good for him. With that, the Duke let out a groaned chuckle after which he lifted his body. You watched him gently placing his hands around your waist, and without any notice, felt his grip tightening around your sides.

“Good Girl.” is the praise that left his mouth before he started pumping in and out again, but with his hands effortlessly holding your body in place so you don’t move from all the force propelling you farther from him.

It was crazy, you could feel him hit it much differently than usual. It was as if his tip was hitting an inner wall that you had no idea about. A sensation so addictive that you began moaning louder and louder with each fierce thrust shoved inside your dripping cunt. But you weren't the only one enjoying this wild ride. The motions were equally addictive to him too, so much so that whenever he felt himself slap a little too hard against your slick folds, he wanted to go even harder.

He was so lost in the momentum that he didn’t know where to pay attention, your lower taking his throbbing length deeper than normal, your breasts jiggling upward and downward thanks to the pressure he was putting in, or you rolling back your eyes as you grabbed the mattress underneath you. So many sights for him to feed himself with, it was unfair. Oh, if he could see all of them simultaneously, he would be the luckiest guy in Fontaine, if not the entire world. But he had to decide on one.

Yet, once you arched your back and wailed in hunger for more, he let out a guttural groan run between his clenched fangs. From that moment on, his icy gaze stood fixed on you, on the emotions that were running through you.

His breath was shaky as his movements turned quicker and sloppier. His heart beat wildly as his arousal reached new heights. His member pounded harder the more your walls squeezed him. His grip tightened until his nails were dug deep inside your flesh, and upon feeling him clutch you way too intensely, you shouted in both pain and bliss. He couldn’t carry this any longer, and neither could you take it in anymore.

The Duke growled as he felt his fast-approaching climax reach its peak, and coincidentally enough, before he came undone, you convulsed underneath him.

Trembling in pure bliss, you bobbed your head back and called out for him whilst desperately grasping his hands in the final moments of your arrival. He wanted to keep fucking you during your orgasm but the sweet noises were too much for him to handle, thus causing him to fill you with his warm fluids.

“Fuck.” the moan slipped his lips as he too bobbed his head back right after feeling his seed flow deep inside. Soon enough, he looked back at you, flashing his favorite parts one final look before he could rest by your side.

Upon hearing him curse through his teeth, you chuckled to yourself and slumped to the bed, unable to move an inch or say anything more. Not that you needed to. After all, you did so well.

A soft smile grew on Wrio’s face as he noticed how you were slowly drifting away into a sleep.

#wriothesley #wrio x reader #wriothesley smut #wrio smut #the duke #his grace #whatever #genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #i want him to raw dog me hard #i will write that istfg but im a lil rusty #anyway i wrote this while listening to my smutty playlist #PLEASE ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I DID im dying

[brattybottomdyke]

thinking about getting caught masturbating…you were at work all day but unbeknownst to me you got out early…i thought i had more time to myself, so i left the bedroom door wide open as i settled on the bed. im on my front, the panties i forgot to completely discard hanging around my ankle. i settle once again, shifting onto my knees ever so slightly, my ass in the air. i turn my vibrator on - one, two, three clicks to the perfect setting - and my hands and the toy disappear between my legs. i start slowly, deliberately…i always start by teasing my clit with the head of the toy, working myself up because i know i need to be wet if i want to fuck myself. i tease my clit over and over, each stroke dipping further between my folds, my pussy getting wetter with each stroke. im moaning by now, my face pushing against the bed. my hands never stop and at this point im dripping. i slip the toy lower, teasing my own entrance with the head. with the next rock of my hips and flick of my wrists, the toy slips inside me. rock my hips again, the toy slips out. over and over again, i slowly start to fuck myself with my vibrator. it’s pulsing and almost too much, but i keep bouncing my hips, almost like im riding someone. like im riding you.

i don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but your own arousal is getting to be too much. your eyes haven’t stopped watching me, your mouth gaped open watching the toy slip in and out of me. it’s almost getting to be too much for me, so i take the vibrator out, letting myself catch my breath. i hear you groan and snap my head around, finally catching you in the doorway. i try to stammer out an excuse - i didn’t know you were gonna be home early - attempting to slap my legs closed, embarrassed at being caught. i can see you bite your lip as you start to slowly cross the threshold and actually enter the room. “don’t stop on my account. i want to watch you. i want to watch you cum,” you say quietly, your fingertip lightly, so lightly, tracing over the curve of my ass and down my thigh, causing my legs to spread without a second thought.

i moan at your touch, feeling myself get even wetter for you and you’ve barely done anything. i hear your request and my cheeks flush, briefly considering my options before ultimately deciding that i should keep giving you the show you’d been watching. trying to maintain eye contact, i pick up my vibrator again, moaning loudly as soon as it touches my sensitive clit. i watch you bite your lip, groaning as your eyes stay glued to my center. i was already close to cumming when you made yourself known and now im that much closer, so open and vulnerable and wet for you.

i resume the same motions, the toy slipping even easier past my folds, right into my entrance. i rock my hips, trying to keep my eyes on you, concentration getting harder as i get closer to orgasm. your pupils are blown wide, unable to keep your eyes off of me. “just like that angel, keep going. you’re doing such a good job. i love watching you, you look so fucking good,” the praise rolls off your tongue, making my brain go fuzzy. i rock harder, the toy making obscene wet noises as i keep fucking myself. i moan your name making you groan and clench your fist, starting to grow impatient, but you want me to make myself cum for you before you get your hands on me. “im getting closer, god fuck baby, im getting so close for you…” i slide the toy out and concentrate on my clit and my legs start to shake. your eyes are still locked on me, hunger and lust making them darker. “come on baby, cum for me. let me watch you cum, my pretty girl…” the last round of praise is enough to send me over, keeping the vibrations right on my clit as i scream out my orgasm, legs shaking before collapsing on the bed.

you’re by my side before i can even manage to get the toy out from between my legs, running your hands gently over my warm, overstimulated skin. you plant sweet kisses starting on my arms and across my shoulders up to my neck. your breath tickles my ear, making me shiver, as you coo more praises. “you’re so beautiful baby. you did so so good for me. i loved watching you cum like that, couldn’t take my eyes off of you. such a good girl. my good girl…” you kept me in your arms, placing soft kisses all over, holding me as i came down from my orgasm until we were both ready for round two…

#i wrote the first half of this stoned out of my mind but tbh it’s pretty good #story time #bottom.txt

[katiapostsss]

DRABBLE:

hate sex with anakin skywalker.

AGH FIRST SMUT FIC IM NERVOUSS

warnings!: piv sex, usage of the word 'slut', degradation, swearing. dead dove don't eat!! (ive never written smut before so sorry in advance for any other warnings i might've left out.)

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"fuck— you."

anakin was a drug you could not stop going back to. he found ways to intoxicate you even in sleep, even in waking. he'd haunt you in your damned grave. and you got off on telling him you hated him. you made it a known fact, even as he pounded into you with relentless speed and knowing eyes. you couldn't get enough of that drug. he knew it.

"if you wanted to switch, you could've just asked earlier." that smug grin. with his dick drawing and pushing back into your needy cunt, you couldn't think about much at all. after all, he was the reason your back was arching into him more. he was the reason sweat rose and prickled across the plains of your skin, the reason sounds you'd never even known existed before left your throat so fast and loudly. his dick sheathed itself inside you again and again, each thrust eliciting more and more of that feeling. the feeling within you you knew only he could bring forth. "y'know, when you initiated."

"i— fuck— fucking hate you—" you gritted out, and felt a dark chuckle vibrate against your chest. your eyes were screwed shut and still you could imagine the look on his face. when you finally opened them, you found his own gaze was on yours. you mewled, twisting, back arching and head throwing back to break the stare. it was so hard to think about hating anakin then.

"as you've told me before." his eyes fled to that contact. to his dick in your cunt, to your wetness dampening the sheets and coating him. all of him. you could do nothing but lay there and dig your nails into his back, into his hair, his tip hitting that special spot within you over and over and his abdomen slamming against your pelvic bone in almost a pleasurable, painful way with each thrust. "but you do seem to like my cock, huh? filling you up so nicely. look at your beautiful little cunt, taking me so well. like it was waiting for me. did it fucking miss me?" his eyes were on yours again. then to your tits, jerking upwards every time he drove into you. your face screwed in desire and tears were wetting your lash line. his fingernails dug so lovely into your hips. you couldn't bear it. "answer me, slut. you don't want me to stop, right?" you bristled.

"yes— mhm!" your voice threw out. anakin's eyes met yours again. and he smiled so beautifully you felt your toes curl. you felt your nipples harden. you felt yourself dancing across that lovely edge, felt his hard cock retreat and bury back within you. "mi— missed you soo much," you drawled, and still, that grin. it grew wider, even. you didn't have time to hate him. you couldn't give into that feeling too soon, or it'd feed his pride. so you threw your head back again, and it was only pulled back to face him once more. his hand on your chin.

"that's what i fuckin' thought. look at me while i'm fucking you." your knees weakened, a heat filling your core so abruptly you moaned out into the sex-tinted air. the sound of your squelching pussy filled your ears. "such a fuckin' brat. thinking you can act like you hate me when you know damn well it's my cock you get drunk off of." his eyes darkened over. your chest pushed into his when your back involuntarily arched. "it's my cock you go home too, huh? my cock you wait for." your pussy clenched against said cock, face twisting in pure agony as your climax awaited at the end of the tunnel. you were so close.

"please, ani!" you mewled, dragging your nails down his back, fat tears trailing your cheeks. you looked like a fucking mess. a mess that made him almost tip over. his thumb pressed into your lips and you obligingly opened your mouth, desperate. his other hand reached down and you felt his fingers on your clit, eliciting a borderline-scream from you. one second more and that same finger was in your mouth. he retracted his thumb and patted your cheek, silently ordering it closed. you did so, lips circling over his fingers and sucking off your own wetness. the bitterness of what he was doing to you.

"good girls keep their fucking mouths shut."

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uh so yea

im ovulating so what can i say? 😁

anyways, i hope you liked it cause it's my first time writing smut and i'm obviously not that experienced in it— requests are always open! have a lovely day! ❤️

#anakin skywalker #fanfic #hayden #hayden christensen #star wars #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #fandom #sam monroe #anakin fanfiction #anakin x you #anakin imagine #anakin smut #sw anakin #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x reader #sam monroe x reader #obi wan and anakin #anakin and padme #star #hate sex

[facefullofsadness]

I NEED NINGNING SO BAD OMG IM SO GLAD I FOUND YOUUUU PLS TELL US MORE ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS ABT HER

I'm in such a ningie mood lately and can't help but to write this LOL

content - me going absolutely batshit insane talking about ning yizhuo, smut (switch!ning, cunnilingus, fingering, sex toy mentions, not a lot of actual smut just headcanons), not proofread in the slightest D;

wc - 1k

a/n - like I was literally just thinking ab ning2 when I saw this ask, I also have her pc out next to me rn so ningie close ur eyes baby don't watch me as I write this 🫶 also tysm anon for finding me hehe

like ningning is so fucking fine.

idk what god mixed together in his lil cauldron to cook up ning yizhuo, but she's actually so fucking RAAHHH. sorry this is gonna be so incoherent bc I'm just ningyi drunk as fuck right now.

I imagine a fluffy besties kinda relationship w her. like it's all giggly and flirty and you make each other's heart race with touches and words, but also love to be cute and cuddle, gift giving (more on her part bc she loves to buy things that remind her of you), domestic shit like groceries or cooking together. and also you loveeee talking shit! in an idol!au world, in a school!au world, in any type of world where you two meet and fall in love, you're best friends that talk shit before anything.

I mean u don't necessarily have to do that specifically, but I just feel like above all and at your relationship's core, you're best friends that are clingy and inseparable. so you just make the perfect pair when you finally become gfs. bb girl loves to say she's not a scorpio but I think that the oct born blood within her is in full effect in bed. I'm telling yall, autumn/fall born besties are horny mfs (I can confirm).

like already being physically affectionate with you prior to even dating, she would move quick with pushing it further. your first kiss even evolved into a very heated makeout sess straight away, hands gripping skin under shirts or running through each other's hair, legs intertwined, spit dripping down chins because both of you refused to pull away for air (need!). and like it only but amplified from that point on.

I feel like the first time happens unintentionally. probably a drunk game of truth or dare that gets touchy and suddenly ning ends up slurping the cum flowing out between your legs, moaning against your pussy and grinding her cunt against your leg as you sit back against the couch, your hand in her hair pulling her in further. chanting her name raspily as you grind your hips into her mouth, her tongue feeling so incredibly good in your leaking hole. you yell out her name as you interlace one of your hands with hers, her thumb rubbing against the skin of your wrist as you cum all in her mouth.

she shudders at the same time you do, cumming in her panties from grinding against your leg, unable to stop herself from getting turned on eating you out. and you fucking love watching as her eyes roll back with her mouth on your pussy, feeling the heavy vibrations from her screaming into your cunt.

of course returning the favor for your gf, pinning her down under you and fingering her tight puffy pussy as she squirms. you LOVE fingering her despite being obsessed with the taste of her cum, because you couldn't get enough of how her face contorted with every thrust of your fingers in her cunt. the way her mouth would fall open, the way her eyes rolled back, the way she would tilt her head backwards and expose her sweaty neck, the way she would reach out for anything to dig her nails into (sheets, blankets, your clothes, or your skin!), the way her moans sounded sooooo fuckinggg heavenlyyyy. I mean have you heard this woman sing? the melodious sound of her voice chanting whines and whimpers of your name, knowing she'd sound like this for you and you only. to add on, she's fucking loud, so just the sheer volume of her moaning for you riled you on so much.

she's a squirter me thinks. she's a creamer in my stripper fic but that's only because I wanted her to make reader squirt oop- maybe you both are! I mean I think we can all agree that she's a master pussy eater right? I can only imagine how good she fucking feels with her skillful tongue and mouth. she knows exactly what she's doing even if she's had no experience, yizhuo just seems like the type to be insanely good at eating girlies out. every time I see her, I either so badly wanna get eaten out by her or eat her out. I just know she's so reactive and sensitive but is obsessed with cumming over and over again, overstimulation and all.

the prettiest girl to ever exist. so pretty between your thighs, so pretty around your fingers, so pretty taking your tongue, so pretty on top of you, so pretty under you, such pretty moans to slip from her mouth, such pretty expressions when she feels your touch. IM GOING INSANEEEEE!!! vvv switch coded! I know she gives extremely pillow princess energy, but she's so utterly in love and obsessed with you that she wouldn't dare let you go without an orgasm because you deserve it! either extremely service top or power bottom.

loves to play around with toys, but ultimately opts sticking to mouth and fingers because she loves feeling all of you always. though it's not surprising in the least that she has a wide sex toy collection; vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, cuffs/rope/bindings, blindfolds, floggers, gags, clamps, collars, you name it, she probably has at least one. is down to experiment with almost anything and is very adventurous, she just wants to have a good time with you!

ning is just a really passionate lover overall. because even after hours of fucking and cumming everywhere, she always makes sure you're okay :(( kissing you gently on the neck where her face is buried after a long session, rubbing your skin where there might be red marks or scratches or what have you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, offering to get you a drink or run a warm shower/bath for you both. she makes you feel loved and that's the most important part (aside from the mind-blowing continuous climaxes she just gave you).

a/n - NING YIZHUO PLEASEEEE ONE CHANCE OH MY FUCKING GOD I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE WOMEN AND ARE A PUSSY EATER-

#ffos reqs #aespa #ningning #ning yizhuo #aespa ningning #aespa fanfic #aespa smut #aespa x reader #ningning smut #ningning fanfic #ningning x reader #kpop gg #fanfiction #kpop #girl group smut #girl group fanfic #girl group x reader #karina #giselle #winter

[kunikuma]

this ain’t build-a-b♡tch—! pt. 2

relationship | college student!kuni x gn!reader

synopsis | after a messy confession via build-a-bear kuromi plush, kunikuzushi was left alone with his demons and spiraled. hopefully, you returned his feelings. hopefully, you left him a sweet message! content | fluff, bit of angst cw | spiraling thoughts (marking as a panic attack to be safe), swearing, he jokingly calls you a bitch, one of my tags is lewd lul a/n | im baaaack!! different style here! wanted to try being a little more serious since p1 was very teasing and flirting. i think i incorporated more of how i imagine scara. snarky snarky, but inside, he’s a ball of anxiety and just needs someone to hold him close when he really needs it. he needs someone to snap him back. ill gather the vibes of ur responses and ill see if ill ever do this more serious approach ever again. part of me is inclined to make a p3 where you talk thru ur feels n fck as an apology for not making this one as charmin’, but um we’ll see bc i want to do other stuff too

p1 // p3 🔞 // masterlist

sounds were the only thing kunikuzushi could focus on.

everything just felt like too much, yet too little at the same time.

the sound of his nice car door shutting a little too harshly as you slammed it shut.

the sound of muffled yells of gratitude as you waved at him before darting inside.

the sound of your apartment door groaning shut behind you.

the sound of kunikuzushi’s heart slamming against the walls of his chest and the sound of his shaky breath finally escaping. admittedly, he held that breath in for a little too long, but he had no recollection of when he willed his body to not perform basic functions.

the weight of his decision to just… foolishly record himself confessing in the middle of a public location – a fuckin’ build-a-bear no less – drop the voice box into a sanrio stuffed animal, and agree to give it to you finally, finally, finally hit and he groans loudly and wearily rests his forehead on the steering wheel. his head rested right at the 12 o’clock position where a nice red mark was starting to marr his skin.

he winces at the anxiety bubbling and boiling faster under the surface as he tried to breathe, the sharp sting pinching his chest every time he inhaled. the way his vision felt a little hazy and unfocused.

“if i could turn back time,” he grumbles, flexing his fingers on the charcoal steering wheel. his already-shaky voice dies in the back of his throat when he focuses on the bright pink lump between his thighs. the plush pink fur mocked him, grated his eyes and his brain as the vibrant color seemed to remind him of the sunshine yellow walls at the corner of the store where he poured his heart into a plastic box for 20 seconds.

kunikuzushi’s eyes blearily stared at the blank gaze from my melody, innocuously resting peacefully between his legs. while her innocent appearance could have fooled him any other day, he knew that if he squeezed her tummy, your voice would fill the cabin of his car and either send him sprinting to your apartment unit to finally slam his lips onto yours or cause him to rip out his phone, block you on all social media, and buy an international plane ticket.

with that, he sits upright, sighs, and shifted gears into drive.

but not after gently nestling the offensively rose plush in his passenger seat. the drive back wasn’t far; the benefits of living in a college town. all of his annoying friends were less than ten minutes away by car. six if he felt like speeding.

meaning, the sudden influx of buzzing from his phone in his pocket as he drove could only mean one thing.

“fuck… fuck, already? you couldn’t wait six minutes?” he curses, staring hard at the red light in front of him as his knuckles whitened. he whips his head to my melody to send her a glare when he feels his pocket vibrate and an unfamiliar, default ringtone starts to wail.

oh my god, you're calling him. you NEVER call him. facetime and discord only, maybe.

after a loud honk from the car behind him, his eyes dart forward to see the green light, and kunikuzushi steps on the gas, lurching forward well over the speed limit. “whatever message you’ve got,” he hisses quietly, turning a little too hard as he watches my melody haphazardly tumble around the seat, “it better be good.”

the drive home was agonizingly long yet short-lived. when he pulled into his favorite parking spot next to the corner of his place, he sat in his seat for a while and closed his eyes. your calls stopped, but the intermittent buzzing from his pocket meant you were still spamming him. behind the lids of his eyes, he could picture the gray bubbled text messages, all of them with caps lock enabled and an excessive amount of question marks trailing every text. maybe a few of them contained disgusted messages. though, he was hoping to picture red heart emojis.

honestly, he wasn’t sure if spamming him or ceasing all messages scared him more. the former meant you were demanding answers, but didn’t cut him out yet. the latter…?

he didn’t want to think too hard about it.

while in the driver’s seat of his car, he thought long and hard about the friendship the two of you had nurtured over the past two years. specifically, the memory of meeting you during his second year of college.

pretty shitty first impression, if he was being honest.

you had arrived a few minutes early to the class section following his. he sat at the back of the big room, always sitting in the last row so he could leave 3 minutes early to avoid the crowd. when he glanced at his phone and saw he had his usual 3 minutes, he quietly stuffed his laptop into his bag and got up.

…only to collide with you and your too-sweet coffee.

the yelp from your lips and the irritated huff that ripped from his own as your hot coffee stung your skin and stained your sweater caught the attention of the entire lecture hall, silencing the frantic typing from his fellow peers as they all curiously gazed at the mishap.

the hushed anger and annoyance slipping from his mouth with your rough tug on his sleeve out the door started what he deemed to be the rockiest inception to a friendship he ever had.

and he only had a few of those, if we’re being honest. he had a few friends at the time, but the only one that ran deep was with ajax.

and now, you.

maybe not anymore, after today.

the complaints from your mouth and the huffed, ‘maybe don’t have boiling coffee in a lidless styrofoam cup’ from kunikuzushi’s displeased mouth eventually dissipated into a ‘whatever, i’ll buy you another coffee; will that quell your yapping?’

eventually, the owed coffee was given on wednesday, february 15th of 2021.

then, the two of you sort of just entered an odd study partner relationship. the owed coffee morphed into ‘we have an exam soon, i need you alive for the notes’ lattes, ‘tastes like shit, too much sugar’ teas, and ‘you’re a bitch without caffeine’ energy drinks.

study sessions once a week morphed into hanging out after class. hanging out after class led to hanging out for fun almost every day. he found himself relaxing at your apartment on the weekends, passive-aggressively commenting on your decor, but quietly smiling at the numerous plushies strewn about your home. 

back in his car, kunikuzushi groans and presses his hands against his eyes.

oh, how he’d kill to go back in time to hours prior. to redo everything over again and just record weird breathing noises into the plastic recorder so he could smirk when you cringed at the sound of his breathing when you hugged kuromi close. to continue to keep his contained yearning for more with you as a secret he'd keep for a little longer. 

when he entered his apartment, he toed his shoes off and neatly nudged them into their designated spot near the door. the feeling of his cold apartment’s embrace only made him shiver as he dragged his socked feet against the cheap linoleum floor of his kitchen into the hallway leading into his bedroom. as he pushed his ajar door fully open, he tosses his keys onto the table as he tensely runs his fingers through his hair after setting the ticking time bomb plush onto his bed, cursing under his breath when his rings get caught in his silky strands.

he walks to his dresser, removing each ring, one by one. his earrings, one by one. the two bracelets. everything had its place.

kunikuzushi was not stalling.

he quietly pushes his chair into his desk and straightens out the keyboard.

kunikuzushi was not stalling.

he pushes in a book on his shelf that stuck out a centimeter too far. his pc turns on from his rummaging and he types in his password.

he was not stalling.

the anxious young man was nitpicking the details in his room, using this time to hopefully wring out the anxiety flicking away at his heart and mind. the volume of the voices in his head rapidly drowned out every twinge of rational thought. he leans against his dresser, the wood making a quiet ‘thud’ as it nudges the wall.

‘what do they feel?’

‘did i say the wrong thing?’

‘are they… disgusted?’

‘will they… stop talking to me?’

he winces at that last poisonous thought that ate him, chipping away at the snarky walls he built around him. unbeknownst to you, the indigo-haired student begrudgingly craved your laughably annoying presence in his life. although his walls were high in the sky and as thick as the eye can see, you’ve always managed to crack through with your incessant quips and charming moments. when the two of you would separate for the evening and he was left in the darkness of his room, he carefully plastered and sealed those cracks, prepped for the next day.

yes, sometimes you were extremely annoying about the way you spammed him every morning about what dream you had the previous night.

and yes, he found your late-night rambles irking because he wanted to sleep early because of his early lab the next morning.

and yes, he thought the way you teased him in public to be extremely degrading and should be punishable by law.

'to the streets,' he'd mutter at you after you teased? him yet again, smirking at your appalled reaction.

but he would be the world’s biggest liar if he said a part of him didn’t deflate in the morning under his blanket when he noticed a lack of messages on his lock screen.

he’d be the biggest liar if he said he didn’t pout to himself in the darkness of his room when you yawned and said you were going to hop off of discord early for the night.

he’d be the biggest liar if he said he didn’t mentally replay your teasing and flirty comments towards him late at night when he clutches a pillow into his chest, jamming his face into the old pillow to let out an embarrassed groan as the corners of his lips quivered upwards.

and suddenly, it hit him. the silence in the room that finally rang louder than the voices in his head taunting and berating him.

“no more messages, no more calls,” he grits out, digging his phone out of his pocket as he approaches his bed where my melody is peacefully laid.

you had given up, haven’t you?

he collapses onto his back into the mattress; when kunikuzushi’s lilac eyes dart to his lock screen, he notices you sent at least over 100 messages, with the more recent ones being random letters to get his attention. at the top, 27 missed calls. he ignores the strength at which he clenches his phone before plopping his arms down to his side.

anxious.

the crack on his ceiling got a little bigger, he notices.

so very anxious.

the way his hands fumble for something to ground him annoyed him greatly, as the only items near him were his phone, plush, and blanket underneath him. as he releases his phone, he rolls onto his side and curls into a small ball, taking deep breaths.

eventually, he works the nerve to wildly launch his left arm behind him, searching for the pink plush that would decide how his relationship with you would blossom or shrivel up and wither away.

his neatly manicured hands finally brush against the soft fabric and he flinches. he grabs the pink offender carefully, so as to not accidentally start your recording. with the gentleness of a feather falling to the forest floor, he rests my melody next to his chest as he lays his arm down on top, her face pressed gently against his body.

“…just do it already,” he grumbles as he tries to coax himself, his voice shaking as he tries to remain as collected as possible; you clearly already listened to his recording. 

"it doesn’t matter at this point,” he attempts to reason with himself.

‘what’s done is done.’

but the starved demon clawing at his chest whispered to him to continue panicking, fueling his racing thoughts.

to continue putting this off so he never had to speak to you again. if he ignored your calls, messages, and my melody in his arms, then you could never hurt him with your words. with your rejection.

after all, he never gave you a good reason to truly fall for him. he was snarky, sharp-tongued, and downright rude at times. in his eyes, all he had going for him was his looks.

he could already hear your awkward rejection. the pitied glances you’d shoot his way, along the promise to remain good friends. the tense atmosphere that would follow the two of you from then on as he struggles to be as platonic as possible and shove his feelings down.

ignoring you wouldn’t hurt as bad. and he was good at ignoring problems.

the ravenous, hungry demon was sinking its claw into kunikuzushi’s back and down his arms, preventing him from giving my melody the squeeze she desired to start your tune, but before the claws could take, a more familiar ringtone buzzed from both his phone and pc. he swallows thickly before realizing you were calling him on discord. a tune much more familiar.

he grabs his phone and with an unsteady thumb, he hits the green ‘join’ button and slowly lowers the phone near his head back onto the sheets.

“-uni. kuni? wow, you finally answered.”

your gruff voice brings a small, repressed, and hesitant smile to his face as he fiddles with the hem of his sleeves.

“hello? did you not actually answer? hello…? i see you’re in the call-” you pressed on, both frustration and freneticism trickling from your voice. initially, you were relieved he finally answered, but maybe he accidentally picked up; he wasn’t saying a word.

for kunikuzushi, if he had to guess based on the shifting audio quality of the call, you were also on your phone, pacing around your apartment.

at times, your voice echoed. hallway.

sometimes it sounded rich and warm. bedroom, he’d guess.

he takes a moment before responding quietly.

“i'm here.”

kunikuzushi inwardly winces at the delivery of his words; he thought he sounded scared, maybe even weak. but you couldn’t discern that. if you did, you paid no mind. but you didn't know he was curled into a small ball, his knees pressed into my melody, just softly enough to not trigger the voice box. you didn’t know he was petrified over his confession.

you released a relieved sigh, and he notes you’re in the kitchen now based on the sound of your socked feet hitting the floor. you take a deep breath to steady yourself, not wanting your excitement over finding out your feelings were returned to ruin the surprise.

“i heard your message.”

“mm.”

“did you hear mine yet? i’d guess not since you’re not saying much.”

silence.

you frown, your heavily concealed excitement genuinely dropping when you acknowledge how despondent he was being. you could hear shaky breaths, but only breaths. you catch on, leaning against the countertop as you lower your voice.

gently, you press on, the excited and teasing tone fully mellowed out, “kuni, did you listen to mine?”

he catches you off guard; in the smallest voice you’ve ever heard him speak in, he ignores your question and poses his own:

“are you going to leave me?’

“what? why would i—“

the shaky pacing of his voice is what made your voice die in the back of your throat at his next words.

“because,” he says quietly into his phone. the sound of rustling hinted that he was changing positions on his bed as his voice muffles a little, “…i shouldn’t have said anything,” he whispers and you barely hear him.

more rustling.

he had his left hand gripping his phone, digging the sharp edges into the palm of his hand as he breathed into his blanket, hiding half of his face into the baby blue cloth. his next words felt too real, too raw and your stomach nearly dropped when you realized how much his recorded confession was bothering him. the rash confession and subsequent vulnerability blew a hole in his plastered walls. the pain and frantic tone worsening with each word.

“we would’ve been just fine. our friendship would've been the same as before, but i-i ruined it—”

“kuni—”

“i ruined it by letting feelings get involved!”

“kuni!”

your shout startles him as he hastily blinks away a twinge of wetness in his eyes. the lilac man was grateful you couldn’t see the shimmer yourself.

“kuni, listen to me. hug my melody.”

kunikuzushi shakes his head but remembers you couldn’t see him. he follows up and mumbles a quiet refusal.

you sigh, but a teensy smile slipped through. under normal circumstances, you would not be reveling in his misery. however, you knew what was contained within your own message and you couldn’t help but release a quiet laugh.

“just trust me on this one. just hug her.”

you heard rustling and a few beats of silence over the call. you could hear a quiet little curse from the indigo-haired man’s lips as he took a deep breath. his hands shook as he wrapped his arms around the pink stuffed animal.

fear of rejection. fear of being abandoned. oh, it was all too much for his little heart.

squeezing his eyes shut, he squeezed hard, shoving her against his heart.

“kuuuuni! i hope the audio quality is good enough for you to hear me. i’ve been too scared to tell you how i feel. to be honest, i’d actually been too scared to tell you how i’ve felt for two years now. bumping into you wasn’t a mistake, by the way. i planned this out like a slow-burn fanfic on ao3.”

he heart seemed to stop as you stopped talking to laugh quietly, humming as you contemplated your next words. the static did not do your laugh justice as you took a moment to continue. the teasing, light-hearted tone you usually carried with you seemed to soften into something serene and more genuine.

“i really like you, kunikuzushi.”

over the discord call, you patiently waited for him to speak. your message was simple. it came out naturally, especially if you compare it to the stuttered messy confession kunikuzushi gave you. but it was only easy because you had practiced your confession many times in the shower, in front of the mirror, in the kitchen, and to ajax.

a soft, relieved yet stuttered sigh slipped from him, along with a few sniffles.

“so… no need to be scared, okay? i won't leave you. i like you too much to leave you.” you murmur your reassurances into the mic, resting your chin in your hand. he releases a shaky laugh and a tsunami of relief floods his body.

“i fucking hate you,” he sniffs, a choked laugh erupting from him. “i hate you so fucking much–”

“okay, we literally know that’s not true at all–”

“i hate that you made me panic like this. that you make me feel so weak and vulnerable.” he concludes, clearing his throat as he blinks away any remaining trace of anxious tears threatening to fall. he held my melody in his arms, gently enough to not trigger another playthrough of your message.

he'd listen to your message later tonight. over and over and over. 

he feels his hands beginning to simmer down their jitter as he pathetically laughs into the microphone again, delirium settling into the marrow of his bones.

you leaned against the counter, taking in his almost maniacal laughter with much amusement. after his laughs die down and the two of you remained silent for a beat, he speaks.

“god, i fuckin’ hate you,” he rasps, as he covers his eyes with his forearm.

you were just grinning and smirking, drumming your fingers against the countertop’s shiny surface, “yeah? hate me enough to come over? i can comfort you or you can nap with me; owe you that much.”

he quietly snorts into the phone as he slowly slides out of his bed, feeling a distinct lack of energy in his gait from the panic he had earlier, but a relieved lightness in his chest, right where his heart rested.

he’s grabbing his keys and snags my melody as he rushes to his door for the second time today, but with a tiny bounce in his step and diminishing weight in his chest. he presses his phone against his ear and shoulder as he quickly kneels to tie his shoes. a small, tired smile easily paints itself on his face.

“yeah, i hate you enough to do just that.”

#n then yall fkd 4 hours ♡ #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x y/n #kunikuzushi x y/n #wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #genshin impact au #genshin impact #BaB - kuni #kunikuma’s fics

[kvtie444]

⭒˚｡NEVER BE LIKE YOU

A/N: the ending is so bad im sorry lol, not proof read

Summary: song lyrics lol – making a mistake by ending things with chris

Warnings: kissing, drinking, swearing??

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Gazing into the bathroom mirror, I focused on refreshing my makeup. As I pulled away, exhaling, the distant beats of music echoed from the rest of the house.

I never enjoyed parties, except for when I was with my ex. I dumped Chris nearly four months ago out of fear of commitment, and the void he left behind lingered. He was the one who always made me smile, I still found myself haning out with his friends, where tension seemed to be heavy.

A vibration from my phone snapped me out of my thoughts.

Cole: wya?

Cole could be considered my rebound. Despite our exclusivity, the relationship felt dry and hollow. Ignoring the message, I turned off my phone and slipped it back into my pocket.

Leaving the bathroom, I walked through the crowd, finding my friends again. “Finally,” Nick teased, as I smack his arm playfully. “Where’s Cole?” Madi asked me, I shrugged and glanced away, drink in hand as I scanned the crowd.

My stomach sank as I locked eyes with Chris. Of course he’s here. His presence, leaning against a wall with an overly flirtatious girl, amplifying the complexities of my emotions. Despite chatting up this girl, his eyes never stopped burning into mine as he downed the rest of his drink.

“y/n?” Nick interrupted, I refocused, only to be bombarded with questions about Chris from Madi. “There’s nothing going on” I reply, suppressing the truth, Turning back, jealousy washed over me as I saw Chris still talking to the girl - Shaking my head, I sighed, feeling a rush of emotions.

"I'll be back in a sec," I smiled, weaving through the crowd toward a quieter hallway. Suddenly, a grip on my arm made me turn, revealing Chris. My initial shock softened as his touch stirred familiar sensations.

"Chris, what the fuck?" I began, “liked what you saw?” he asks, his provocative smirk making me feel jealous. I scoff as he continues “where’s you man?”. “he’s not my man” I deny, I stood there, his grip still firm on my arm, waiting for his next move.

"Come, need to speak to you," he said as his hand reaches down to intwine his fingers with mine, leading me to a bathroom and shutting the door behind us. The loud music now muffled, he enclosed me between his arms, his head craning down at me, “you look good tonight mamas” he says, making me blush. He captures his bottom lip between his teeth as I speak up, “what happened to your little girlfriend” I tease, looking up at him with doe eyes. he chuckles softly, “she’s just some random girl moving thirsty” he replies, his eyes never leaving mine. I softly smile at him, my hands moving to his hair. “

"I missed you," I confessed, my voice barely audible. “yeah?” he replied, voice matching my lowness, “didn’t you end things with me? hm?” he continued as he started pressing ghostly kisses down my jaw, I tilt my head to give him better access as my hands slightly tug on his hair. “made a mistake. I fucked up” I gasp, as he begins sucking hickeys onto my skin. I hear a pleased hum come from his lips as he moves his lips down to my collarbone - “does he make you feel this good?” he mumbles against my collar, his hands moving to my waist. I shake my head, “words baby” he continues. “no. he’ll never be like you” I gasp, as he pulls away with a big smirk. 

Our eyes locked for a moment before Chris's lips crashed down on mine, igniting a passionate kiss. Lifting me onto the counter, he moved his hands down from my waist to my hips, pulling me impossibly closer. We eventually pull away, both smiling. He brushed some hair behind my ear and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm sorry for ending things. Missed you so much," I quietly confessed. Chris chuckled, “it’s okay - not letting you leave me again ma”, pressing another sweet kiss to my lips.

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #imagine #angst #chris sturniolo x reader #fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #smut

[rise-my-angel]

Past Retribution

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Length: 17.7k

Warnings: Violence, angst with happy ending, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, keeping secrets

Notes: I don't know what happened with the length im so sorry. Can be read as a sequel to Confused Warmth and Distracted Mistakes, but also can be read as a standalone. Follow up Haunted Anguish.

It all felt somehow so familiar, despite how many years it had been. The stinging pain radiating through your body as the world around you seemed to spin ever so slightly. The humid air gave way to a cold you know didn’t really exist, a coldness in your bones that contrasted with the warmth around the worst of the pain. The putrid, almost moldy smell of decay mixed uncomfortably with the smell of blood. 

Blood seemed to be everywhere, his all over your face, and yours pouring from your body as you sat in the puddle it was creating. The heavy smell of blood was overwhelming, so much so you could almost taste that rusted stench it gave off. Your head was leaned back against the concrete behind you, your back propped up against it as you looked at the body right in front of you. It’s unmoving silence almost worse now that it was dead, because now you could see it so clearly. 

The cracked skin mixed with whatever grew all over their bodies, the colours of their skin turned along with it as what was left of the human shape disappeared. The scariest of the infection, their mutated heads twisted into nothing but a vessel for the cordyceps to spread further. If you could focus on anything but the cold dizzy world around you, maybe you could still feel it’s teeth sinking in. 

Maybe you should have felt more scared. Seeing time and time again what this infection turns you into, and how much quicker it works on you if it enters from your bloodstream. But right now, your bloodstream was currently dripping out onto the floor, so it didn’t matter. If you didn’t stop the bleeding you’d be dead regardless. Just last night everything was so different, so normal. This strange feeling of family you had found with Joel and Ellie fading away the more your vision faded. Maybe you’d be more scared if your last memory of them wasn’t so comforting. 

In that memory, you weren’t leaning up against a wall bleeding out. No, it was Joel's warm, protective chest that you felt behind you. His large hands held firmly against your hips as you both stood in the evening air looking out into nothing. His deep voice rumbling in your ear with stories about his own youth, “I’m not kidding, it’s almost pathetic thinking about how attractive I thought I must have been to girls. My long ass arms with zero muscle, and there I was trying to show off in a tank top like I was actually cool.” 

You laughed, and you could feel the vibration in your body as Joel chuckled alongside you. “Anything would have impressed me at that point. I don’t even think I knew what a boy was yet, spent way too much time with my head in the clouds.” 

Joel moved one hand from your hip to slide around your stomach, gently tugging you back into him just a tad more tightly. “So you’re basically saying nothing’s changed.” He felt your eye roll even without seeing it, laughing once more as you huffed. 

“Laugh all you want, but I’m willing to bet you were the type of kid who thought pulling hair or bumping into in you in the hall was how you were supposed to show a girl you liked her.” A tiny yelp left you as Joel tugged at a strand of your hair without a seconds hesitation. His lips pressed into the top of your head no doubt in the form of a smirk. 

“Yeah go ahead and tell me you don’t like when I do that.” He had the audacity to tug again, so you playfully nudged your elbow into his stomach behind you, pursing your lips to hide your own smile threatening to slip through. 

“I hate you so much.” Your breathy laugh finally broke through. 

Joel leaned in to catch your cheek with his lips, brushing over the skin as he mocked. “Definitely what you were saying this morning,” your elbow pushed him a little harder this time, an oof from his mouth coming out as you laughed and slipped free of his grasp. Turning to lean against the wooden railing. 

You could hear Ellie somewhere in the distance approaching the house, and the sight in front of you, Joel rubbing his hand over his stomach, warm brown eyes watching you gently.  He had gotten used to you being here, spending more time and more nights at his house. Living out this quiet little life out you all had wanted, but spending more of it together. It had been so long since either of you felt anything like this, that it almost seemed strange to you both. Out of place to feel like you had a house and a family to come home too at the end of the day. 

You tried not to think about the word family. Still worried that you were intruding too much on Joel’s life with Ellie. As if your very presence got in the way of their growing bond as father and daughter, neither had said as much, but it felt that way to you. The feeling coming up once more as Joel’s attention shifted to the girl bounding up to the front of the house. “I don’t understand how she still has so much energy this late.” Ellie’s voice sounding exasperated and tired. 

Joel raised an eyebrow playfully as his arms crossed in front of him. “If you actually went to bed before the sun comes up when you know you gotta get up early, you’d have that energy too.” Ellie rolled her eyes playfully, disappearing inside with a “Yeah, yeah.” Joel gently shoving at her back with barley a touch as she passed him. 

That was the real family. Not you playing the imposter in their quiet lives. At least you wouldn’t be that way for long, not anymore. That false hope of normalcy shattered just days before at the mere sight of an old face wandering into town. The second they saw you, it was only a matter of time and just earlier today your fears were confirmed. A threat found it’s way to you, with clear instructions attached. It was either your safety, or Joels, that was the choice given to you. You weren’t going to put his life in jeopardy for something he couldn’t possibly know about. 

His warm hand cupped your cheek as your face was pulled to look into his, brows furrowed as he looked at you with concern. “Hey,” his face leaned in to brush his nose against yours. “Don’t go disappearing on me, again.” This wasn’t the first time Joel caught your mind wandering off in the past week. 

It tugged painfully at your heart, but you couldn’t show it. He’d stop you. He’d convince you otherwise, and you know you’d let him if he tried. His gentle embrace and quiet whispers too enticing to resist and he knew it. So you smiled, put a hand on the wrist holding you, while the other found the back of his neck. “Never.” 

Pulling him the remaining distance into a kiss, his hands finding new homes on your body the more it deepened. Just as Joel teased your lips to let him in, he pulled back and moved the kiss to your forehead. The hand that found your lower back moving you to follow inside. “C’mon, it’s getting late.” 

Promised him what you wouldn’t keep, and you didn’t even give him the mercy of not tricking him into thinking he would still wake up beside you tomorrow. 

The night was normal on the surface. Indulging in Ellie wanting to spend increasing amounts of time with you, feeling Joel’s consistent need to have his touch find it’s way back to you. All covered in the dread of losing this, the weight of wondering if you ever even deserved it. You knew one way or the other what was about to happen to you, and as you were pressed against the wall right before Joel’s bedroom door, his mouth against your neck, thigh pressed up between your legs, your mind wandered back to if you deserved to let what happened years ago just happen then and there. 

Not to tease you with this loving warmth in the same addicting way Joel’s hands teased you thumbs stroking the skin above the top of your pants. Your own hands searching blindly for the buttons on his shirt, barley letting them all come undone before you greedily traced the skin of his chest. Tracing your fingers down before brushing past his nipples and pushing your palms up against them grasping at the surrounding skin. 

Joel pulled away from your neck with a hiss, his mouth brushing against your smug one as he bites against your bottom lip. “Now you’ve done it.” Pulling you inside, door closing behind him, he recaptures your lips as he positions you in the middle of his room. Shredding off the red flannel, it dropped onto the ground where he stood before he moved to tilt your head up with both hands on your jaw, one thumb tracing over your lips. “Always teasing me, aren’t you sweetheart?” 

Wanting to undress him more, Joel didn’t let you. Pulling your shirt up and over your head, your bra following shortly after. His dark eyes raked slowly down from your face to your chest, his hands sliding against the sides of your chest, and down to undo your pants. Kissing you as he does so, a softer one but no less commanding. Your own lips tried to follow as he pulled away, but Joel knelt down instead, yanking your pants and underwear down in one rough pull and tossing them to the side. “Always trying to rile me up.” He kisses the skin of your stomach, pushing your hands back to your sides when you reached for his hair. 

Holding your thighs for leverage, Joel sunk lower pressing his lips to your mound, “This sweet pussy always begging me to take care of it, the needy fucking thing it is.” His name leaving your mouth with a gasp as he licks right from your clit down to your entrance, wasting little time as his tongue works it’s way inside you pulling moan and whine after whine. His hands moving once again to hold yours against your sides before sliding down to rub at your clit. 

You couldn’t tell if it was him or you that kept pushing your legs further and further open for him, but his mouth pulled you closer and closer to the edge. Pulling away as his other hand took his place and teased inside of you, a string of spit still connected before snapping as he looked up to your head thrown back. Your fingers clenched at your sides, his thick fingers refusing to fill you. “What do you need, sweet girl?” 

His voice gruff as needy, listening to you whine out, “You. Just you,” 

Standing with a grumble vibrating in his chest, Joel slipped his two teasing fingers right inside your tight pussy slick with your own arousal they slid right in with ease. His mouth bite and kissed into yours as you gasped what seemed like the start of his name, thumb rubbing your clit as his other hand was free to grasp at your body turning you to the bed. 

He didn’t lay you out, instead he sat you on the edge separating from you entirely, the only touch left was his now slick covered fingers shamelessly tilting the bottom of your chin up. “You need me?” All you could do was nod, and if Joel wasn’t so worked up he may have smiled. “Come on then, you can take all of me.” 

Tracing his jean belt but not undoing it. No, he was making you do it. Part of you wanted to look up into his eyes as you tugged his cock out, but you refused to look way from it. Thick and threatening to start leaking from the tip, you pulled his jeans down just enough so you could hold onto his skin. 

Joel gripped his cock, even his large hand giving away how girthy it was, he teased his cock pressing and stroking lightly against your lips. “Open up, sweetheart. There we go- fuck, that’s it.” His cock siding into your mouth you had no choice in what you took. Joel fed you as much cock as he knew you could take and held himself there. Not moving, not asking or begging for you to suck him, just keeping his cock tucked away inside your mouth letting the spit accumulate until it threatened to drool out. 

Your own hands siding up to his hips and squeezing the softer plushness, Joel tsked at you condescendingly. “No? You still need more?” The nod of your head shocking Joel enough to grip the back of your hair suddenly, he met your eyes, hints of watering the longer he tested how deep you could hold him for so long. “Greedy little thing,” Your fingers dug into his skin just as he pulled your head slowly off of him. “I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you.” 

He raked your hair lovingly once as he pulled you off just to his tip, groaning at your tongue brushing him, soaking it with the saliva built up in copium. Finally he pushed on your head again. Sliding your head back and forth against his cock for you. Sometimes he’d let you suck him at your own pace, other times his patience wore out and he fucked into your mouth in desperation. But this was utterly purposeful. 

Pushing and pulling you along his cock sucking and soaking him, not moving a bit but still controlling every move of your head. As if you were doing the work, but at his total command. But it would never last long, you begun to moan with every swipe of your tongue against him and Joel’s hips slowly matched the pace he pulled you onto him with a thrust. Your moan turned to a muffled whine, and he hissed out throwing his head back, mumbling nonsense, just terms of endearment in the form of needy rambling. 

It was almost too much, he filled your mouth so much that his cock felt everywhere inside of you. You let him use your mouth, eyes sliding shut as your cunt pulsed with need. One hand wrapping around his thigh for leverage, the other slid behind to grasp at his ass with your fingertips. Joel stuttered a whine out and his grip on you tightened almost painfully. “That’s my girl, that’s it, letting me fill your tiny little throat.” 

He wasn’t even looking at you, you couldn’t even see, the tears building up as all you could feel was the pressure of his cock thrusting deeper and deeper into your mouth. His teeth gritted as his pelvis tensed up in need, “Gonna swallow me, sweet girl? Drink up everything I fill in your mouth?” 

Your own hold on him pulled him closer, forcing his cock even deeper, almost too deep. Joel gasped out at the sudden move and his thrusts became so shallow, refusing to give up your warm wet mouth. He stuttered out your name between moans, readjusting his grip onto your hair as his voice just barley cracked out, “Fuck, baby-” before his orgasm hit him. His cum spilling into you as he held your head tight against his hips, feeling the coarse hair there on your own skin as he fills your mouth up with his seed. Needy groans gasping out as you tightened your throat around him with every try at a swallow. 

Letting you milk his cock as much as he could give you, Joel finally pulled out of you. Only able to get a single breathe in before he leaned down to kiss you, finally moving you onto the bed properly. Joel laid his head against the pillows, his legs spread wide as he helped you on top of him, his cock still half hard between your legs. 

For a while he refused to let you go, your hands all over the others body as he kept kissing you like a man possessed with desire. You were more than happy to keep his lips occupied, but Joel ignored his once again hardening cock to stop himself. Hoping the love he poured into your mouth would be enough to keep it contained. Reasoning with himself not to admit it during sex, not now. You might not believe he means it if he only tells you when you’re naked on top of him, remnants of his cum still painted on your lips as he mixes it with whats left of your own on his. 

You could feel his cock teasing you between your legs, the more you two moved against each other the more you felt it swipe along your entrance or press up against your ass as Joel grabbed at you roughly. His hair curling the more he sweat. Luscious curls you raked your fingers through as he leaned up suddenly, holding you propped up against his knees as his mouth worked your breasts. Groping as much of a handful as he could get, biting at one nipple and teasing the other with his had before swapping. 

You could read him like a clock, it happened every time you sucked his cock. Feeling your mouth around him only would make him more desperate to sink it into your cunt, and while he lets his cock recover he works himself up more. Losing himself in your body, and by the time he’s ready to fuck you his energy and need is peaking once more. 

His mouth lets go of your nipple and grips the back of your neck, looking up at your wide eyes before tilting you down to watch him. Gripping his cock as he runs it along you, sometimes pushing enough that his tip prods inside before he pulls it back. His gentle kiss is a stark contrast to his rough hold, but so are his eyes. “Ask me,” 

Your hands falling to his neck, you whine as his tip prods your entrance once again. “Please,” It was barley a whisper but he heard it. 

Not enough though. His nose nudges yours, “C’mon. Ask me properly, sweetheart.” Another thing he did often, his touch and fuck was rough but he spoke soft and prompting. Getting you to talk to him, check in and make sure his roughness hasn’t made you drop too far down. His lips press against you again as he whispers your name. 

Holding his neck and another on his shoulder you leaned your forehead against his. “Please fuck me, Joel?” There was the smile. Joel pulled your lips back and fall backward onto the bed spread once more, your body following as he finally pushes inside you. 

Moans covering the sounds up at first, Joel rumbles to himself about how good you feel. Slow thrusts as his cock drags along your walls, you can hear how wet you are and how soaked you’ve made him as it almost squelches when he thrusts back in. The slow pace keeps as Joel tucks his face into your neck, taking a deep breathe as if needing to ground himself before looking back up to your hovering face. “Feel so fucking good, don’t you?” 

It was embarrassing how loud the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy was, but your nodding prompted him further as he started to pick the speed up more and more. “You always need me to fill your pussy up so badly.” Harder he thrusted as he moved to let you sit up more on top of him, giving you more room to meet his cock back. “Such a good girl, letting me take you over and over.” 

You shake your head yes fervently, the sweat on your skin heating you up the faster you fucked, your hands holding him tightly. Joel shifted his angle ever so slightly and hit that sweet spot pulling a gasp from you, watching your head tilt back, your tits flaunting his vision as you did so. Over and over he worked that spot inside of you, addicted to the moans and needy sounds it granted him. Your eyes squeezed shut too overwhelmed to even realize as you bounced back against his cock. Missing the bright loving look Joel watched you with as he fucked you. 

“God, Joel. Your cock-” Almost unable to speak you were so overwhelmed by the coiling burn inside you, winding you up the more of his length you took. “It’s so, you’re- fuck,” Big you wanted to say. How ridiculously thick his cock was, and how small your cunt felt in comparison, it was all you could really think about anymore. Whimpering out all you could, “S-so thick, you feel so fucking good,” 

Now leaning back down, needing to be closer, even just so you could feel his breathe on the skin of your cheek. One of Joel’s hands moved to grasp at your ass, holding onto a cheek and pushing you deep so your cunt took as much of his cock as it could take, you calling his name out so loud his only option was to let you moan into his mouth. 

Shallow thrusts, Joel picked up the pace, taking the work over and fucking up into you faster and faster. The slap of his skin against yours echoed through the room, the loud smacking that he needed. Quick fucks would never truly be enough for Joel, he needed to hear your skin slapping together as he sinks his cock deep. “Open up, baby.” Joel muttered against your lips, his tongue tracing yours and in and out as you kissed, much like the in and out of your pussy. Gripping your ass so tight you knew his hand would be marked if not bruised into it.

It never took much to bruise for you, and Joel never let that go to waste, keeping reminders of his love on your body at all times even just for him to see. Adoring that you craved his marks as much as he craved leaving them. 

Your neck stung in tandem with the burning hot pleasure between your legs, your hips angled perfectly so your clit brushed against the hair framing his cock, leaving a sting almost like the one his scruff and his moustache left on your neck. You could feel his cock throbbing, and you clenched tightly around him making him moan your name out. Nudging his nose at your cheek, “Gonna let me cum all over this beautiful ass, sweet girl?” He smiled as you nodded, his hand not quite slapping it, but definitely giving the cheek he held a smack loud enough to ring in your ears as he re affirms his grip, causing the walls of your cunt to hold him even tighter. 

Joels own moans growing higher and higher in pitch, need whining from his breaths as he thrusted short but pounding fast. The jostle of your body against his rubbing your clit enough to catch your breathe. “Please, please...” Kissing him you finally wound up enough and let go. 

Soaking his cock ever more, Joels jaw clenched as he finally reached his own. Your orgasm tensing every limb and the pleasure flowing through your veins, you cried as he pulled out of you. Gripping his cock up against the middle of your ass as he came. Painting it with his cum, his hand moved you back and forth slightly to let his cock rub between the cheeks as he spurted the last of his seed. Muttering into your lips “I’ve got you,” over and over. 

You didn’t move, his hands finally rubbed against your back and hip while yours caressed his chest and waist. His heavy cock softening finally, resting on your cum painted ass as you both came down. 

Not realizing it, but both of you deeply lost in thought as you held each other in your arms, nuzzling the other gently. Joel holding it back, telling himself not to say it. Not to blurt it out, not to rush it. He occupied his lips, on your own, on your neck, on the top of your head. Anything to keep him from scaring you off before you were ready. 

You on the other hand, focused on the feeling of his body. How large he was, yet his skin soft and even plush at times made to fit you perfectly. How warm he was and how much you depended on it during cold nights. You had to remember, because you’d lose it no matter what. 

This man right here, was what was at stake. Either you were selfish and refused to give in, and he would rip Joel away from you, away from Ellie. Or you left and let him and Ellie live their quiet lives in peace without your burden. It was better this way. 

You drifted in and out of sleep that night. Each time you woke, you and Joel turned into a new position, never quite letting the other go. Just until the sun just pokes it’s head out. You stayed in his embrace until then, slowly untangling yourself not to wake him. 

You sat for a moment at the edge of the bed, looking at his handsome face, peacefully asleep. Maybe that peace would be good enough to hold onto. As you quietly packed a bag, you felt the guilt of not saying anything. Not telling them what had happened, where and why you were leaving, it made you feel like a coward. 

Too stuck onto the fear of what others had done to get to someone like you, and too afraid of how these two people you care so deeply about would feel. Shame you for not handing your own life over for the possibility of saving others? Would Joel and Ellie treat you that way, or was this just your own guilt trying to cope with running away in the early hours of the morning with no goodbye. 

You paused at the door, fingers holding onto the frame tight as your eyes shut tightly. Don’t look back at him, all it would make you do is want to climb back into bed. Heart beating faster, you shut the door quietly and looked towards Ellie’s closed bedroom door. More guilt. You couldn’t linger in their house, it was surrounding you with temptation and it was just too much. 

Finding your way onto the steps outside, the crisp morning air felt refreshing compared to the stuffy overwhelming inside. The sun finally starting to shine light onto Jackson, illuminating the empty streets. Bracing your hands on the railing, all you could do was stare down at the wood. You and Joel wrapped up in this very spot last night as if you were two normal people, but it was also the same spot you stood when he approached you and ruined everything about this small life you tried to find here. 

Willing yourself too look from the wood, you only got as far as your arm. Pulling the red sleeve up, you laid our forearm out on the banister, the normally hidden underneath facing up. Eyes baring down on the scarred tissue in a mocking tone. You could still see the metal pressed up against it, the burning heat forced down as you bit down on something to keep your cries of pain muffled. The healed scarring now covering what you didn’t want anyone to know about, but it seemed it didn’t matter. No one here questioned it, but that days events still found their way back to you. 

Movement in the far distance caught your eye, head shooting up as the sleeve fell back down your arm. Squinting too see through the sun shining on her directly, you saw blonde hair attached to a pretty figure. Maria. 

Always up early as hell, always trying to get ahead of the mountains of work she took on, but also not the woman you wanted to speak too.  She was friendly, good at making people feel comfortable but the guilt eating away at your insides wanted nothing to do with comfort. You knew she could see the bag at your feet and would say something if she suspected something was wrong. So you took a deep breathe through your nose, picked up the bag and slung it over one shoulder as you approached her. 

Getting away from the one place you felt welcome in. You stood a good few feet away from her, shifting one foot to the other in awkwardness that she hopefully read as your natural disposition to not be chatty. “You’re up early, not sure I’ve ever seen you awake at this time before.” 

Nodding, you looked briefly away from her face before turning back with an indifferent shrug. “Didn’t sleep well, figured I’d just make myself useful.”

“Would you like some help-” 

You answered too fast. “No.” Back peddle, don’t be defensive towards Maria she’ll probe your further. “No, I’m good, not much for company this early.” Maria just nodded silently looking you over with an intention you didn’t quite catch. “Nothing personal.” 

It was her time to act indifferent. “Didn’t take it that way.” There was a stark silence between you as your heart once again picked up the pace. “Well, I won’t keep you.” You nodded back and pivoted to start leaving when she called your name. “Remind Joel about coming over for dinner tomorrow would you?“.

Trying to will away the memory of his touch your hand gripping the straps of your bag tightened enough to sting. “Yeah, don’t worry I will.” 

Maria squinted at you in what seemed to be distrust, if you weren’t too cowardly to look her in the eye, maybe you’d have caught her almost inaudible muttering much akin to “I bet you will.” Instead she waited a beat before changing tones. “You just know what he’s like when he gets wrapped up in something else. Still forgets to just stop and enjoy himself, he and Tommy both honestly.” 

You forced a weak chuckle out, “Right.” Trying to hold a vague semblance of a smile, Maria just waved you off. 

“Talk to you later, okay?” 

Maybe you answered her with an “Okay” or a “Bye” but you weren’t sure. You just turned and walked away from her. Years alone never exactly did wonders to help your ability to lie, walking away was what you were better at. 

Beams of the suns light waved in your face as you walked down the empty streets, giving you just a hint of warmth in the colder air. The quiet was deafening now, months living here coaxing you to adjust to the constant sound of people making your retreat more tense. You had travelled here at a glimpse of hope to find a place to rest, and it did just that. But you didn’t plan to get attached, to find people you felt this strongly for, to think you were starting to relearn what a family felt like. 

Jackson was only ever supposed to be there for you to catch your breathe. You had predicted leaving not long after, but with the intention of going about your regular solitary life. Not leaving behind these people to hate you for abandoning them, and certainly not to travel and face a man unwilling to give up your past together, a past that changed your own life. 

But also, a past neither you or him, had ever expected you to survive. 

You didn’t know he was was in Wyoming. Hadn’t even thought about him in a long time. Not since a someone had previously mentioned to you that he was apparently with the Fireflies now somewhere in Salt Lake City. That was fine with you, that was one city you wanted to avoid, and Don was one of many people you never wanted to see again. 

Parts of him were easily distinguishable, though. That’s why one day while you were sitting along Joel’s porch you heard his voice with no question. You were leaned against a banister on the top step, one foot bent on the pain porch, the other perched on the lower step to more easily lay out the rusting shotgun you were attempting to salvage. Off in the distance, you heard that high pitched nasally voice, croaking out that obnoxiously loud laugh of his. 

Your head shooting up in almost shock, looking at the origin of the sound. Two men walking passed not too far to make out their faces you saw him. Whatever he had been doing in Utah was not kind to him. His hairline was as far back as his ears, and he was clearly favouring his left arm, holding it tight against his side as if it wasn’t moving along with the rest of his body. 

Gripping the barrel, your knuckles turned white as you could hear your heart beating in your head. The other man he was with, a guy you occasionally worked with that you could call a friend. Well, if you made more of an attempt at being social then he might be considered a friend. But he knew you well enough to call your name happily as they spotted you. Not walking over, but loud and waving somewhat embarrassingly peppy. 

It felt as it your arm was made of led, your muscles straining to lift up enough to give a half wave with a few fingers, your smile as strained and tight lipped as your insides felt. Don though, said nothing, and did nothing. 

He stood in spot, body turned to face the house and looking right at you with the stillness of a statue. The beating of your heart sped up more and more, leaving you feeling sick. You could see that angry squint even from this far away, features no doubt frowning in discontempt as he put the pieces together. He was as much in shock as you were, but yours was terror. 

He had left you there to die. Trapped you so conclusively that he didn’t even feel the need to stay and make sure, the way he left you? Every single other person would have died that day, you at the time assumed the same. 

For a moment all he did was stare, and you back. Finally that nasally voice spat out towards you, “Howdy, always nice to meet a fresh face.” 

That son of a bitch, the exact thing he said when he first met you years ago. You watched as Don looked slowly around the property you were on, back at the street he just came from until he landed back at you, this time a smug grin plastered across his face. So you just gave him the same treatment. 

“Likewise.” 

His grin grew. You both knew now what was inevitable. He finally turned to catch up, as you slowly stood up. The gun gripped tight in both hands as you raised, watching Don stroll casually down the street as if he didn’t just learn an earth shattering secret in one single glance. You watched and watched until he was too far away to even see anymore, but even still you didn’t look away. 

Were you just staring into nothing, or was your mind trapped in the memory of the sounds of screaming, the slam of the metal door and the persistent horrible clicking and snapping of the figure in front of you. 

Nothing was a solid stream of consciousness, more like flashes that came and went out of order, foggy images as if half of your sight was blacked out, and the booming noises that rung in your ears for days after. You hadn’t in anyway seen or heard Joel approaching. 

It wasn’t until his hand physically turned your body to face him that your mind snapped back to the quiet present, the deep comfort of Joel’s voice calling your name. “You’ve been standing here like this for 5 minutes.” Your gaze snapped to his eyes finally, hands relaxing somewhat and lowering down as the strain in the muscles let loose. “Hey,” his hand on your waist moved to lightly cup your cheek. “Talk to me.” 

Your fingers stretched and flexed out, fiddling with the shotgun before placing the broken machine unceremoniously on the ground. “Just zoned out, I guess.” 

Joel’s gaze would mirror the same one Maria would give you a week later as you snuck out of town. A hesitant concern sweeping the depths. “If something’s wrong-” 

You barley looked at him as you fidgeted around, leaving his warmth entirely. “Nothing, I’m fine.” You turned away and back, mouth trying to form an excuse. “Just gotta, stop by my house,” gesturing behind you, “Running out of clothes, you know?” 

It wasn’t quite a smirk, but a tinge of playfulness sneaking across his features. “I think these suit you just fine.” Nodding down to the unbuttoned shirt that absolutely was not yours. He took a step closer with a playful but softer look you were getting far too used to. “Or you could just do what I talked about. Just bringing your stuff over here.” 

Your heart had yet to stop pounding and everything was suffocating and heavy, filling your lungs like smoke. You needed to leave, and finally you were upset enough to just brush him off rudely. “I know, I just- I’ll be back later.” And you took off, your head too loud to hear Joel saying your name to come back. 

Tunnel vision filled your eyesight as you threw the door to your small, cramped house and slammed it shut so hard that the wall shook. Scrambling into your bedroom your breathing was bordering on hyperventilating, sweat forming on your skin the more your blood flew through your veins. Yanking a small chest from under the bed, you fumbled with the simple lock keeping it sealed. 

The only moment of salvation coming as you finally tossed the open lock onto the wooden floor with a bounce. You grabbed a few things, but the blade was what you most wanted, needed really. One you hadn’t used since you started travelling alone. 

Would it come to that? Don worked for the Fireflies now, or maybe used too. But he had connections now to people who were all too happy to cut away your life for their own pointless experiments. 

Now you walked alone, one bad over your shoulders and a rifle hanging off one. The crunch of the gravel beneath your shoes helped fill the silence. Focusing on the steady crunch beat after beat as you calmly approached the clearing. Surprisingly, it was less painful the further you went. You could feel the tension dripping out of your body with every step, and the heartache was replaced with a kind of solemn acceptance. 

Out here you could pretend you didn’t leave people behind. You could pretend it was like the almost two years you spent alone, and it was just another day. The same sounds back then were around you afterall. Crunching gravel, light ruffle of leaves in the wind, the faint sound of birds high off in the treeline away from the problems of the world. 

The overgrown path you walked along opened up into what likely used to be a city street. The pathways now covered in dirt with tree and plant life overtaking the open space and winding themselves into the derelict buildings that remained. The open space was large but empty, not a soul to be seen. You knew better. Don was around here somewhere. The question was was he here alone or did he get you to walk into an ambush? 

The Fireflies weren’t likely to come out in aggressive force, they preferred to trick you with sympathy. Act calm and rational, feed you a story you’re likely to buy only to trap you into something you knew nothing about. Nothing you could see scanning your eyes around told you there was anyone hiding in larger numbers, so you stepped forward. 

Entering the clearing with slow steps. The crunch of gravel smoothing out into a smush into the dirt, leaving the air even more devoid of life. You didn’t bother entertaining the idea that no one was here but you. Having that kind of hope was becoming something of a disappointment. The further you walked into the middle the more your fingers at your side twitched. The gun was your primary choice, but it also sat along the shoulder the same side as the knife you had tucked away. You were ready to grab either if you were jumped. 

But you weren’t, not physically. In the dead air, and echoed shot blasted through the silence and shook away the birds in the trees. Merely a foot or two in front of you the dirt blasted up onto your shoes as a bullet forced its way into the ground. So he was somewhere in front of you. 

You stood silently, heart treading on racing once again as your head kept forward while your eyes looked as far as they could reach. Then his nasally voice yelled out, “You alone?” 

More twitch of your fingers, don’t reach for the gun. “Yeah.” You didn’t quite yell, but was loud enough to hear if he was further away than you think. It did however, strike a thought into your head as Don responded. You had without thinking, reached for Joels shirt. In trying to be silent you didn’t even notice you had picked up and thrown on the very red flannel shirt he had torn off of him the night before. It didn’t comfort you. It only made you yearn for his broad frame and cozy body heat all the more. 

“Drop your gun.” When you didn’t comply he shot again, this time inches closer to your feet. “I said drop it, or I’ll drop you, you got that?” 

Your jaw clenched, teeth scraping together as you shrugged it off your shoulders, plopping it onto the ground. He’d yell at you anyways, but you raised your foot just slightly over it’s side as he spoke again. “That’s right, kick it away from you.” It slid clumsily on the rough dirt, but it was enough that you’d have to go too far to grab it again. “Now throw the bag.” 

You couldn’t stop yourself. “Seriously? What do you think I’m hiding in there?” 

Don didn’t shoot again, but his agitation was growing. “Just throw the fucking bag.” Rolling your eyes, you slid each strap from your shoulders. Holding it dramatically in the air with an annoyed raise of your eyebrows, you tossed it even further then the gun. Dirt muffling the clang of the heavy weight slamming to the ground. “Okay now just stay right there. Don’t you fucking move, got it?” 

Tilting your head slightly, it was as much of an answer as you’d give him. You couldn’t grace his hiding cowardice with a real response. 

Finally the weasel barrels out of the tree line ahead, his own rifle primed and pointed at you as he came towards you. For some reason, it struck you how utterly disgusting his collared shirt dyed a dirty mustard yellow looked on him. Maybe you were finding things to look at that took away from what was about to happen, or maybe you were just starting to accept the start of the end. 

His eyes wide and bulging from his sockets, he leaned to the ground as he keeps a slightly unsteady aim at you. Not even looking down he fumbles along the dirt to grab the gun without looking away, taking a few tries of patting around. Finding the metal, he snatches it back, barrel dragging across the dirt leaving an imprint in it’s path before he flings it over his own person. He then went for the bag. 

“What you scared I’m hiding backup in there?” Gun pointed at you, you reminded yourself. Gun pointed at you with a man working for the people wanting you to, essentially die. Not the time for being a smartass. 

Don took the higher road and just glared as his right side leans down to grab the bag, snapping it open clumsily and yanking it upside down to pour everything out onto the ground. Mostly just medical supplies, a small canteen of water, a few random supplies and a box of ammo. Don pocked those without even thinking. 

Pausing before he stood back up, he looked between you and the pile before flatly picking the water canteen up and tossing it at you. Raising your eyes up in doubt he shrugged, hoisting his own gun up to keep it properly held on you. “I’m not that cruel.” 

Your face felt just as flat as his looked, a complete portrayal of annoyed and unimpressed with a voice just as monotone. “Thanks. I’ll remember this always.” 

Silence danced between you, waiting for a move to be made by either party, Don seemingly had anticipated a fight from you, and was almost unsure of himself now that you gave him control from minute one. His mouth opening and closing a few times as he licks his lips as a nervous tick before fixing a firm look. “We still got a bit to walk. So get to it. No funny stuff.” 

How Don ever worked as security for the Fireflies was beyond you. You could only wonder where it was he was stationed that clearly didn’t require him to be in any way tough or enforcing. Maybe one of their research places. Low population, usually in some kind of a hospital that no one thought to look in. 

It showed. The gun never was totally steady and unshaking in his hands for even a minute. Don gestured with the barrel and a nod of his head in tandem to force you to walk in front of him. 

You didn’t say anything to him as you walked, there was nothing you wanted to say. The only thing you wanted was to ignore the overwhelming feeling of loneliness as you thought about what you left behind in Jackson, and how foolish it was of you to assume you’d ever get to keep it. 

It was rare these days for anyone to be on the receiving end of Joel’s temper. He had settled into a quiet life without the paranoia jadedness that plagued him for so many years. He spent months pushing away Ellie and directing his pain into anger in order to do it, but she was still here, and so was he. The anger had simmered into a difficult acceptance of fatherhood, and it was still a process both of them were working towards. For a long time Joel had given up the idea of family, he and Tommy barley spoke afterall and now he was grappling with coming to terms with being father again, without being eaten alive with guilt and falling back into the circle of pain.

The more his quiet life with Ellie stayed calm and quiet though, the easier things became. Whatever paternal instincts he once thought he lost forever continued to come back day after day, learning how easy it was to be a father to Ellie and accepting that it was truly this internal anger and loss that planted that seed of doubt. But it had been over a year now in Jackson, and everyday it got a little easier to feel like a family. 

Then months ago, on a gloomy day constantly threatening to turn the light mist into a downpour, Joel went in search of his brother to complain about a broken pipe and found a quiet but tense figure he didn’t recognize. A woman sizing him up as if his frustration on a bad day was a sign of incoming aggression. The Joel just kept seeing you around, and slowly worked your way into his life as it you were meant to be there. 

It wasn’t always easy with you. You tended to be quiet and reserved, holding back your thoughts and feelings in favour of keeping the status quo, regardless if that’s what Joel wanted or not. You clearly didn’t have a lot of relationship experience, if any. Joel found it easier for him to remember what a relationship felt like then it was for you to let yourself enjoy it. 

This past week though, you had been off. Not just quieter than normal, but tense. Very tense, ready to snap at any moment and constantly sneaking back to your mostly empty house hoping he didn’t notice. Yesterday you were less tense, but almost like you were gone. The afternoon you were distant and disconnected as you lost yourself in your thoughts, and Joel spent the night trying to pull you out of it. He knew all too well how fast being pulled under like that could get. 

So when morning came, and you had taken not only your bag, but your emergency supplies, your weapons, and left all before he and Ellie woke up in the early morning? He knew something was wrong, he just didn’t realize the extent of it until Maria stopped by. Suddenly, that growing anger was returning. 

“You just watched her leave town and not bother to ask where the hell she was going?” Anyone walking by would be able to hear the argument between Joel and his sister-in-law. Maria was growing just as angry the more Joel lost his cool. 

“Do you really think she would have told me the truth even if I pried? Interrogating her would only clam her up more.” Their stances were one in the same, in the middle of his living room hands on their hips with angry eyes blazing at the other. Only Maria kept moving a hand to her forehead in exasperated exhaustion. “What was I supposed to do?” 

Joel didn’t move an inch. Standing as still as a statue as an acidic mixture of anger and panic boiled up in his stomach. “How about you come in here and wake my ass up before she got too far?” 

There was a sorrow in Maria’s tone. “Joel if she wanted you to know she was leaving she would have told you.” 

That wasn’t an option. You were the third piece of the family he and Ellie created, you practically lived in their house now, you all needed each other. You wouldn’t get up and leave without a word just because you were done with them. 

Ellie had stormed off at the insinuation you had abandoned them. Yelling she was going to your place with a slam of the front door that shook the wall. It wasn’t just Joel that felt a deep attachment to you. Returning, she flew threw the door not bothering to shut it. A panic flash over her entire face between heaving to catch her breath. “She didn’t just leave.” 

Holding a small box in her hands, she rushed to kneel down in front of a small coffee table and started pulling things out. “She-it was just sitting out in the open. I think she had it hidden for a while.” 

Joel knelt down next to her, a hand briefly on the space between her shoulders with a small rub as her breathing came down. He didn’t like going through something you wanted to keep personal, but it was all right there. A few trinkets were scattered about, small sentimental things like an old broken mp3 player, a necklace, and the sorts. Scraps of paper sat in a pile, gently combing through them, there were drawings. Rough pencil sketches of people and places he didn’t recognize, and near the bottom of the pile, one unfinished drawing that looked like Ellie and himself. 

Joel’s thumb rubbed over the lines with a barley there touch, he didn’t even knew you could draw let alone that you were trying to draw them. “I also found this,” 

Ellie handed Joel a larger folded paper, opening up to be a torn part of a map, in red was a little nowhere spot a town or so over with today’s date. Clipped to it was a ripped paper not in your writing. A large messy script that had written Joel’s name and crossed it out in a red X, below with the words ‘Just you’. 

“What the fuck?” Joel’s soft muttering was enough to reach Maria’s ears, circling around the room to see what they found. Joel and Ellie met the others eyes with a wide look filled with some level of tense panic. You didn’t just walk away, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why someone was using his life as a threat to get you to leave, and moreso, why you didn’t just tell him what was going on so he could help you? Why keep something like this from him? 

It wasn’t until the duo were nearly out the door that Maria’s comments finally registered. “Let me get Tommy, we’ll set up a search area-” 

Ellie whipped around, her face was tense and clenched as she white knuckled the straps of her bag. “No. The sooner we leave the more likely we can catch up to her. We have to go right now.” 

Lord, the ways Joel and Ellie somehow looked nothing like each other but also exactly the same would be fascinating on any other day. Joel’s jaw clenching as a determined fear blinked across his eyes. “She’s right. If we don’t go after her now, she’s just going to make it harder for anyone to follow her, and I’m bringing her home.” 

Maria looked at him for a moment with understanding, before nodding. “I’ll ask around, see if anyone knows anything. If it’s someone in town doing it, there’s gotta be at least one person who has any idea.” A gentle hand squeezed Joel’s shoulder, in the short time they’ve known each other she feels like she knows him well. He and Tommy are one in the same in a lot of ways. When thing’s hurt, they wear that hurt on their sleeve. Joel briefly covered her hand in thanks before the pair left. 

Ellie’s voice kept filling the air, a confused hurt that he hadn’t heard from her in a long time. Not since he himself had tried to leave her behind. “Why wouldn’t she just tell us if someone threatened her? What, she didn’t think she could trust us?” It came out angry, but it was guilt, he felt the same. 

“I don’t think it’s personal, Ellie. She trusts us, but she also refuses to put any of her problems on us, like it’s not worth our time.” Nearing the edge of town, Joel braced himself for whatever they may find out there. 

“But we’re family, that’s what we’re for.” 

Both their voice were quiet. Joel’s heart felt a pull he had been holding back for a while now. He couldn’t remember the last time he spoke those words or even felt that towards another person like this, and the last thing he wanted was to scare you off by dumping it on you too soon. He couldn’t help but wonder, if he just said it beforehand, would you have finally trusted them? Finally understood your problems weren’t a burden? 

Maybe you’d finally have understood that you’re not intruding on he and Ellie’s little family, but that you were apart of it. Instead the pair walked through the path Joel vaugley had plotted out in his head. He knew how to get there, he just hoped that he’d be able to track where you went if whoever had you had taken you somewhere else. 

Turns out, Ellie was thinking exactly what he was. In the silence, she muttered out a few short words in anger. He didn’t blame her, he felt the same way. “You should have told her.” 

The air was hot and stifling as the sun found it’s way up, there was little sign of life as you were marched forward. Most animals and insects seeking shelter from the heat, but you had no opportunity. You didn’t dare take Joels flannel off to cool down either, it might be the only reminder you’ll have of him ever again, as childish as it felt to say. 

Don had rambled on the entire time. Telling you about his time with the Fireflies, about what he did and who he met as if any of it mattered to you. You had your fair share of run in’s with them since that day and all it did was put your secret on red alert. Painting a target on your back, and you quickly learned that said target was directed at any and everyone who was like you. Their claims were that it was necessary to protect lives, but they had taken away every single one of you they met. When did that body count outweigh whatever they were trying and failing to look for inside of you? 

That day you found out still stuck with you. The further from Jackson you went, it was as if the clearer and clearer that memory became. Don had lost his wife the previous night. You had been put on watch in the dead of night, running on no sleep going on 36 hours and no food you had begged to switch shifts. You were younger than them all though, you were only told what to do. 

Men had shown up at the darkest part of the night, you didn’t even see it happen. Leaned up against a tree you had heard a twig snap and turned your head just in time to meet a painful whack. It only knocked you out for a few seconds, but it was long enough that they walked into the little camp with no warning. Your vision was fuzzy, and you had fresh cuts from your skin scraping against the rocks below your feet. 

The group never found out what they wanted, likely just vultures looking to take what they didn’t have, but Dons wife had been the casualty. You had staggered into the camp, blood dripping down from whatever he had hit you with at the top of your head, and vision blurred. All you could really see was her bright hair splayed out across a rock and blood painting it’s blonde colour a sickening red. 

Don blamed you, and honestly you blamed yourself as well. The rest of the next day was horrifically tense between you two. Don would lash out and lose it once an hour and you were starting to realize you deserved it. Maybe now it would have been different, but it was years ago, you were younger and less capable. And you certainly were far worse at defending yourself. 

You were pushed out of your thoughts all of the sudden. Literally. Don shoved your forward with the gun like a child shoves a sibling in annoyance. “You listening to anything I fucking said?”  

If you clenched your jaw any tighter you’re bones were going to start cracking. “Something about how great the Fireflies are and how well they treated you.” A thought passed through you and slipped out before you could access it. “Tell me Don,” Turning your head to just see his mustard shirt, “What kind of security does a hospital need? We both know these people aren’t healing people out of the good of their hearts. What’s the point of guarding a place only other Fireflies know about” 

“Wouldn't you like to know.” You had forgotten how utterly childish he was. 

“What? I can’t know their secrets? You’re forcing me at gunpoint to them, I think I have the right to know before they cut me open.” He was muttering to himself, something that sounded like a question or doubt but he was too quiet to understand. 

The steps of your feet suddenly were alone, the sound of his own on the ground no longer playing alongside your own. Turning around fully, Don was standing in place, gun still aimed at you but lowered casually as he ran a hand over his mouth in thought. As your eyes met, you raised an eyebrow in question only to be met with him gesturing with the gun to move once again. 

He finally spoke after you figured he was ignoring you. “I was asked to go to Salt Lake City. They got an old hospital down there that they use as some research facility or something. Not much action, sometimes a few new people would show up. Sometimes they’d leave not long after, some of them never came out.” 

You could feel your guts twisting, but you needed to know what you were walking into. “Whose some of them?” 

Don stammered, “I-k-,” before letting a large sigh out. His voice had lowered, akin to a whisper spoken out in a tinge of shame. “Sometimes they came in already unconscious, the adults at least. The few kids I saw came in willingly, but I don’t think they really knew what was going to happen.” You could feel foam and bile pushing it’s way up your throat in horror. “Only one of ‘em ever managed to get out.” 

Your fingers tensed until they turned colour from the strain, willing not to form them into fists or even dig your nails into your palm, he’d take that as a threat. But your chest burned at the implication he knew you understood. “By get out I assume you don’t mean they just held the door open as they walked out.” 

Dons voice was rough, gritted out in an emotion that felt painful even to you. “No. That one uh, cost a lot of lives. Don’t even think the good ole doctor survived that one.” 

You didn’t care. Truly, you didn’t care. You knew they were still doing it, still looking for answers in the same places they always failed to find them, but you sure as hell didn’t know kids were on his table as well. From the interactions you had with the man, you found yourself fantasizing it was justice. It didn’t matter how polite he was, how much bedside manner he had, or the soft spoken ways he tried to convince people that giving you up was for the good of humanity. You knew better. You knew his work, his body count, and now you knew that included children. 

“So who do they have doing their dirty work now?” 

A building entered your vision, a small rundown shack of a place that may once have been some small town sheriffs office. There was one cracked window covered up hastily with wooden boards and the wood was dilapidated from moisture of the plants overgrowing around it. “Few of us, finding people who may help us,” 

“You mean be useful to you.” 

You could hear the eye roll in his tone. “Whatever. I got told to look for doctors and convince them to join our cause.” It was hard to tell with the Fireflies if they really believed the things they said, or if everyone understood it was nothing but propaganda to fool people. Whatever righteous cause they started off as, you didn’t think they cared about much other than themselves anymore. 

“So you came to Jackson.” Don begun directing you towards the building, coming more up to your side than holding you at gun point. “And told them you found me.” 

Closing in on the main door, he nodded his head for you to press up against the other side as he prepared to grab the handle, but he paused, his hand hovering above it as he stared intensely into nothing. “No, not really. I told them I’d bring anyone of interest around here and I’d radio them to come and pick us up once I got you there.” 

A hollow chuckle left you as you looked with disdain at him. “Is that the plan, Don? Lock me up again, but this time trust you to just hand me over?” 

Still not looking at you his chest inflated as he took a breathe. He wouldn’t respond to that. He was willing to admit to what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to admit he beat up a girl ten years his junior, let her get attacked and tossed her in a locked cell for days assuming it would kill her. That’s a guilt he was unwilling to take responsibility for. “Shut up once we’re in there. We don’t know if there’s any of those fuckers hiding in the offices or some shit, and no I’m not giving you your fucking gun.” 

Don hated the playfully condescending look you gave him. “Didn’t ask for it.” Guns were loud and awkward, and Don never asked you to give up any knives you may had hidden on your body. 

So he opened the front door and scoped the joint right away. Enough light seeped through the wooden cracks to illuminate the room, and like he predicted there was nothing right away, but you were willing to bet if you made enough noise, you’d start to hear loud clicking coming from those closed hallway doors.

It was the loud echos of a gun that drew Joel and Ellie into a run. They knew if there was a confrontation, they wouldn’t get there in time but the adrenaline flowed through their veins all the same. The clearing indicated on the map came up quickly as they finally past the tree line. 

Both panting and looking around to see no one on either sides. There was however, a mess right near the middle. Nudging Ellie to keep in front of him, Joel scoured the treeline for any sign of movement but nothing but the blow of the leaves found him. 

Right smack in the middle was a tossed array of supplies. Emergency medical items, stray ammo seemingly dropped from a box, and a minuscule amount of anything to survive long lasting out here.  The sickening feeling grew as Joel realized that if you never planned on coming back, judging by what you had on you, you sure didn’t intend on lasting long out here either. 

Ellie’s eyes were stuck on a scattered spray of blood. Not enough to be from a gunshot wound, but someone was definitely hit here. Fingers gripping the edge of your bag tightly she almost started trembling. “You should have told her.” 

It was quiet but she knew Joel heard her. His unresponsive look only upset her more, this time she yelled. “You should have told her!” Taking steps towards him she looked up at him in anger as if her short stature could be a threat. “If you just told her how you feel, she wouldn’t have just walked out on us!” 

Joel was quiet. His heart brewing in his chest as the way she worded it felt more than just an accident. Walked out on us. Like they were a normal family whose other parent just left one day and didn’t come back. “Ellie, she was hiding something she thought was bigger than us-”

Standing her ground, Ellie didn’t back down. “And if she knew you loved her maybe she would have actually realized we wanted to help-” 

Joel sternly gave a warn of her name more than once, trying to overpower the increased emotions from the teenager without losing his cool. Finally, he yelled it once more, leaning down to grasp at her arms and force her to look him in the eye. Her voice was quieter this time. “I know how it feels to think the people you love don’t care about you like that back. Like you’re attachment to them just interrupts there life.” 

Not quite watery, but a misty glaze over her eyes stabbed at his heart. One hand moved to hold her cheek as his voice softened. “So we find her. We get her home and prove her otherwise. Okay?” 

Taking a deep breath, Ellie’s composure returned and stood a little taller again. Joel bent down for a minute to gather you’re forgotten things. His low view giving him a better vantage point to look, as he squinted around to see any hint. And he found something. There were a scattered array of footprints in the light dirt around them, some of which dragged in the opposite direction Joel had come in. 

He knew not much was out that way. Ellie came into his view to join. “That way?” Nodding, the two stood up to leave, but she had one last fear to voice. “Joel, what if he find her and she’s..” 

The anxiety ate away at him, you were so afraid of getting in the way of their lives that you were willing to die out here just to spare them your problems. He couldn’t think that way. They’d get to you and you would be totally fine. It was a stupid hope to so desperately hold onto, but finding nothing but a corpse would only dominate his fears if he festered on it. “We bring her home, Ellie. No matter what.” 

Joel told himself to focus on your feeling. How you so rarely ever touched him in any way that wasn’t filled with a hesitant wave of strong emotions, the way you reciprocated how intense he was growing to feel about you. The bark of laughter you’d give out when the cracks finally were chipped away at. 

The image of you trying to hide your mouth behind a laugh or smile, and how that turned into a full smiling giggle with a roll of your eyes as Joel would grab at your hands and pull them behind your back, mumbling into your ear to “stop hiding from me, already.” 

Focusing on nights, how intimate sex with you was like you craved close and meaningful as opposed to just casual and fun, and after every time, it was the only time in decades that he felt so comfortable falling asleep next to somebody. 

Focus on that he told himself. Joel had to focus on that, not the gut wrenching nightmare they may find.

So far he had let you pace around freely, watching you just wait for him to make any kind of move. That sickness in your stomach never really going away. You only ever heard of other adults being brought to them, but you didn’t know kids had been as well. Kids that had never even experienced a world before everything was ravaged by infection. Demanding they give their life up for something they never even knew about. 

You had seen it, people genuinely finding a way to rebuild their own lives and live in relative normalcy. You had traveled into a small community one day many months ago and found that long forgotten experience of a peaceful civilization. Maybe you were just naive, you had never actually lived in any of the closed military run quarantine zones. You just went from living a quiet unspectacular life to being pried away from your parents and forced into an existence of non stop running. Maybe it was childish to wish that kids got to have what was torn away from you. 

You turned from looking mindlessly at faded, dusty frames on the wall, to the shaking end of a pistol. Face falling from impassive to bewildered, “Hey, look you have my gun I’m not trying to run.” You took slow steps towards Don, hands out to appear non threatening. “Just call whoever you’re going to call, and we’ll wait here in peace.” 

You stopped abruptly, when Don shifted to point directly at your head mere feet away. “Neither of us are going anywhere.” 

Tilting your head in confusion, you lowered your hands back to your sides. There was an upsetting waver to his voice that put you more on edge than you liked. 

His mouth opened and closed trying to put the words inside it. “You know what I see when I look at you?” Your eyebrows raised in question but you said nothing. “I see the hazy little face of a dumb kid who let those fucking monsters come into our camp. The stupid kid who looked wide eyed and confused as I held my wife’s bloody head in my fucking lap.” 

Swallowing hard, you tensed your muscles. That tingling sensation flowing through them as you braced yourself to move quick. You still didn’t speak, Don wasn’t finished and honestly, there was little you could say. Not of guilt, and not in defense. He didn’t want you for what the Fireflies thought was right, no he wanted you for something far more personal. 

“I see the face of that little bitch who left your worthless ass bleeding out, hoping to god you’d get torn apart before it took hold. Now I’m standing in front of you, looking at you surviving what none of us could and deciding you don’t fucking deserve it.” 

The flashes of memory in your mind became clearer and clearer. You had little reason in the last while to ever think of it, but it still wove it’s way in front of you eyes. 

Don cornering you in a room drenched with the crawling of the filthy reach of the fungus. The yelling and screaming of nothing as he knocked you around, and the burning pain alighting your arm when he became loud enough to attract a clicker, and just stood and watched as it sunk it’s rotting teeth into your skin, waiting to kill it only after it was done. 

You remember feeling frozen, your heart lurching in your chest constricting your breath in terror, only to have it get worse. Don had finally taken advantage of your shock, yanking you by your hair painfully, just so he could toss you in a cell and lock it behind you. Dangerous colours like moss spread around your body and blood watching the wide bloodshot-ed look in your eyes. 

He never spoke a word, he just turned and opened a door you had yet to check, letting another one of those things out and abandoning you. 

You had no idea how long you were in there. The world spun and faded as you were forced to face the end. The clicker guarding the outside as if just to remind you what you would eventually become. For a few hours, you sat against a wall on the floor, knees to your chest as you gripped your knife to upright against your chest. You didn’t dare move, make any sound. You wanted to feel when it happened and stop it before it was too late. 

The bite wound bled, the room tinged in a musky scent of decay that should have pulled you with it’s reach. Maybe it was the shock and exhaustion that did you in, but you felt the world become dazed before falling to the side as your head slammed into the concrete. 

You had woken up maybe days later, and that was it. You had woken up. Nothing had changed but dehydration. The bite in fact, was already scabbing over like it was just a scrape. Tears flowed freely down as you felt too much at once. Never once in your life had you been told someone could survive the infection, and even up until you made it Jackson you never met anyone else. 

Rumours of the immune being seeked by Fireflies only found it’s way to you when one of them saw the healed bite on your arm. That’s when you scarred it over. A night spend hiding away with a fire only big enough to burn the metal blade until it seared into your flesh and hiding the evidence away from the world. 

Rattling of doors brought you to the present. Had he kept talking, had he been yelling? It was as if you were entirely absent as soon as your memory invaded your mind. He was still talking, but now spitting at you to hide against the pillar opposite of him near the hallway entrance. His back was braced against the wall, with nervous hands checking his gun. 

You weren’t quite sure what compelled you to risk it, but in quiet whispers, you begun poking at his resolve. “You really willing to risk your life for this?” 

Dons eyes bulged from their sockets in shock, “What are you-” 

“You left me to die once, what does doing it again accomplish?” You didn’t need to even peek at the oncoming sounds. Unchecked doors finding their ways open as the clicks grew loud. If you had to guess, there was at least two. “Kill me for what? To avenge a dead wife I had nothing to do with?”

He all but hissed at you, “Shut up.” 

“You won’t even hand me over to the one cause you actually believe in, that how selfish you are?” Your whispers kept even, trying to stab at the part of him that would get distracted. “You’re fine with letting those people lying to people so they can keep cutting open kid’s brains, so you must just be selfish.” He’d get too loud, attract attention, force him to turn the other way to watch. 

His eyes flickered between you and the pillar behind him as if trying to look through it. “You’re the reason she’s dead I don’t give a shit what they do to you?” 

He finally met your eyes, “Would you have given her up if she were immune, Don?” His eyes blasted with rage the more you spoke. It didn’t feel good, slandering what you remember as a decent woman, but he took your stuff. Left you with one hidden blade and that wouldn’t keep these things off of you. “Hand her over like you did actual children? Other peoples lives don’t matter to you, right? Sacrificing kids is fine to you, would she agree? Be proud of what you’ve done? Or be disgusted at who you are-” 

“It’s about making you pay!” 

Too loud. Not enough to send them into a frenzy, but they clicked more. The cracking of their limbs and the groans that were left of their vocal cords screeched louder as they listened for more. Don’s anger flashed to fear in an instant. His body whipping around to finally brave a peek around the corner. 

You could still feel the blood on your face from slamming into the ground, the phantom stinging of your arm as their grotesque sounds filled the dead air, the terrifying fear braced against the wall waiting for the infection to take you, and the threat of murdering that ‘fuck’ that you lived with if you didn’t meet him and do what he demanded, that he’d take away what he no longer had. 

And so your fingers slowly grasped the blade of the knife. Your entire back braced against the wall and watching him to turn around as you slowly pulled it out, your grip tight, your resolve hardening. It was simple. Don either was going to kill you, the ones you love, or hand you back over to the Fireflies. None of those were an option to you. So your body inched forward slightly and slightly more. 

Making your move, Don had gotten smarter then you thought. You both met in the middle, your knife held sideways across his neck and a similar feeling piercing the skin of your stomach. A silent fury brewed between flaming eyes as you fought to keep an even breathe. 

You could feel the teasing poke of the tip of his own knife as if challenging you to stab him first. But that wasn’t what you planned. Your own free hand wasn’t anything he focused on, the silent creep towards his loose grip on his pistol. 

It all happened in a moment. You yanked it from his own hand, and in return he slashed at your stomach.  A long lash deep and harsh enough to force a cry of pain to yell from your mouth. The screeching roared in an instant, both your bodies exposed in the halls entrance. 

Your guess was right, there were two, and both had their own targets to pursue. For a brief moment you only could watch one lunge past in a blur towards a now flailing back Don. A moment lasting long enough for the other clicker to come up behind you. 

Trying to move back away from it, your footing wasn’t steady enough and send you flying to the ground, the knife clanging against the floor away from you as the pistol dropped next to you much harder. It didn’t hesitate. 

Clickers only had one goal, the same goal that had once consumed their own lives. Cordyceps didn’t seek blood or violence or even food, they simply saw a host. And in the spinning world as you fell, it followed and sunk it’s mouth into your side. It’s only goal to spread it’s fungus to more and more hosts. Their teeth were sharp and unforgiving, as you could feel a firing burn splash across your skin like acid, and the mix of two open wounds bleeding in tandem. 

Your hearing fell to the pounding of your heart, unable to hear Don’s own cries or even what existed around you. But you had still gotten what you pried from his person. Mustering enough to kick at the creatures body it pushed back far enough to give you a chance to grab the gun laid beside you. It’s teeth ripping part of your skin out as you did so forcing another cry. 

It let out the very sounds you were once terrified of becoming, it’s mutated head baring blood soaked teeth at you before you pulled the trigger, watching more of it’s own blood splatter across your face and fall to the floor. 

The other made a similar sound, now lunging towards you only to find the same shot forcing it to the ground with an unforgiving slam. 

For a moment you were both quiet. You on the ground, trying to lean against the wall as you found yourself soaked in blood not just the clickers, feeling the wound scream at you in agony. Don was partially against a table, holding a bloody hand to his neck, eyes soaked with fear and a watery gaze. 

The silence between you so heavy that not even the desperate need to gasp or cry came out, just a painfully silent feeling of pain. Don tried to say anything. Muttering softly, he called your name out to get you to focus on him, 

“”I-,” another shot rang out. Your arm weakly outstretched as a final bullet plummeted into his stomach. Whether it was shock or physically unable to speak, Don said nothing. Just slid to the ground looking down at his stomach, hand weakly falling to his sides as a bleeding wound much like your own on his neck. 

You just looked away. There was a brief concoction of distressed noises softly coming from him before they gurgled and stopped all together. 

You weren’t sure how long you sat there. Body sitting and soaked in a pool of your own blood. The thick air could make anyone feel sick. The stench of whatever toxicity flowed through the clickers reeking the air and mixing horribly with the overwhelming rusting scent of your own blood. 

There was no way of guessing how long you sat there, maybe fading in and out of consciousness, it was hard to stay present. Lulling your head to the side finally you braved a look. Don was motionless, limp and not breathing. 

Should you feel guilty? Maybe. But twice now you sat with a burning pain from the bite of a clicker as he left you to die, only this time he had died first. Avenging a wife you never intended to be harmed many years ago. A man who told you, truthfully but with little remorse, that his new found group of rebels murdered not just you, but innocent children. All for a chance to look for a hint of a cure that you knew they already never have found. 

You thought of Joel. A memory strange to think of in this moment, but it was clear as day. 

Both of you sat side by side on his front steps, arms, shoulders and legs brushing up on the other with no space between you. From your view his scruff showed off the mixed in greys of the dark brown that matched his dark hair, just slightly curling in the summer heat. 

Weirdly enough you could clearly see the outside of his face, a softness to him that was often hidden by a harsh glare. The strong angular nose framing his side profile in a way you previously never knew could be handsome or attractive. For a while you remember staring at him, before his deep voice pulled you back. “If I had a camera, I’d tell you to just take a picture.” His face looking at you to show off his looks face on, even if that's not what he intended. “Instead how about you tell me why you’re gawking at me like I’m a zoo animal.” 

Joel’s face held a slight smirk, a lightness in his eyes that even he still was getting used too. All you could do was shake your head with a small smile and turn away again. His shoulder purposely bumping into yours. His voice warm in your ears as he had leaned in closer. “You gonna tell me what’s stirring through that head of yours?” 

With a breathe, you looked down at nothing before flickering your eyes up to where you could barley see Ellie off in the distance. “Just not used to it, is all.” 

“Used to what?” Joel’s voice was comforting even when he didn’t intend it to be. 

With a half shrug you nodded over to where you had been looking. “All this. Being around people this way again.” Your fingers toyed meaninglessly with each other in distraction to his deep gaze. “Feeling like I belong.” 

He was silent for a beat before nodding his head out to her. “I never thought I’d feel this way ever again. Not after everything.” From your peripheral vision you could see Joel’s hand toying with the watch always on his wrist. You had sort of talked about it, about Sarah, but you never brought it up yourself. She was his daughter, his loss, it wasn’t your place to ask about her unprompted. “But having that girl in my life? It helped me remember how much family really means, how much we all need that feeling deep down.” 

Your brows furrowed, refusing to look up at his thoughtful gaze. You didn’t mean to imply you had intruded on his little family, that’s what you had been trying not to do, not to force yourself into their lives when you didn’t belong there. “She’s good for you. You’re good for her.” 

Not saying anything at first, Joel raised his hand to cup the side of your head, pulling you into his space as he kissed the top of it. “So are you. You outta remember that.” You could feel his lips mumbling against your hair before one last smaller kiss and he stood up. His hand trailed along your head in a slight caress until it was too far. 

You just watched as he joined Ellie, and how quick they turned to smiling and joking together anytime they were near each other. You weren’t sure how you felt, if you longed to be apart of that, or if it was guilt for wanting to intrude on it. 

You still felt that now. The bleeding wasn’t pouring so severely, but you trembled and every muscle weighted down with lead. Your gaze had remained on the blade when you started to move. Crawling across the floor, face tight in a grimace of pain as your blood smeared along the path. 

In the only other pocket you almost didn’t remember you had, you pulled out a dinged up lighter. It was agony, trying to pull yourself up enough to pull the fabric of your shirt away from the bite, it bled more than the gash to your stomach, so that’s all you could even focus on. 

Your breathing was heavy and bordered on hyperventilating as you took hold of the knife. The blood left in your veins rung in your ears as you barley could see anymore. Enough to see the bright orange of the flame licking across the metal. You hoped you remembered how long it took last time to do this. The last time was to hide the healed bite, but now you’d settle for stopping the bleeding before the blur became too much to stay awake for, maybe alive for. 

Your breathing was quick and light headed inducing as you hovered the knife’s flat edge over your abdomen. Your eyes squeezed shut as tension coursed through your body. 

This time you had no memory of it. No chance to think or wonder, just the gasp of what felt like a scream, the tiniest register of searing burning, and then nothing. Passed out from shock, you saw nothing in your dreamless state. Just the vaguest dream of a deep voice, one full of such warmth and concern with the slightest of a Texas twinge, but maybe it was simply a dream of a better life. 

It wasn’t clear to you how much you slipped in and out of consciousness. Sometimes you felt hands on you, pressure and pain on the bite wound you tried to cauterize, large and rougher feeling ones usually closest to the pain, and smaller ones floating around you. Other times you were awake enough to register the voices belonged to Joel and Ellie, other times you were weakly trying to bash their hands away from you too close to being pulled back under to recognize them. 

By the time you had woken up, it was just starting to get dark. Ellie was no where to be seen, but you could see her backpack sitting by one of Joel’s packs. Your vision was still somewhat blurry from sleep, but you could still see enough to make out Joel solemnly in thought as he read something on a piece of paper. 

Your muscles felt weak sore, but much lighter and the burning pain in your side toned down. It took you a bit more effort to push your torso up from the palms of your hands as you winced in a bit of pain. Before you really knew it, Joel has breathed out your name and knelt by your side. A large hand supporting your back and another on your hip to help you move in general. 

His brown eyes bore into your face with a hardened look, not quite anger but certainly a degree of frustration. A flash of held back concern as you sighed out a breathe of relief as you were upright, but quickly was swallowed down with a shake of his head. His hands left you while he looked to the ground collecting himself before his head shooting back up to meet your eyes. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

Weirdly enough, his bluntness was comforting. Your mouth opened and shut as many things zoomed past your field of thought too fast to catch one. Lucky for you Joel wasn’t finished. “Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on, or ask me to just help you?” 

Pressing your hands up to rub your eyes, as if when you reopened them you’d magically have a good answer. You didn’t. “It wasn’t your problem to deal with.” 

His hands flying up grasp at the sides of your face, almost shaking you as he did so with his teeth slightly baring as he did so. “You went and almost got yourself killed, of course that’s my problem. What did you want, me to leave you there and bleed to death?” 

One of his hands slipped away as you turned to look away for a moment. Fingers gently tracing along your now bandaged side. You could feel Joel’s gaze following, there was no way he didn’t see. You know the shock overtook you before it could be burned over. His hands clenched into fists at his sides now. “When someone threatens your life over something you had no part in, yeah I decided getting you involved would be selfish.” 

Your jaw clenched, teeth biting the inside of your cheek as Joel looked with tense eyes still on your side as he nods his chin towards it. “Does that part have anything to do with the bite you already got healing over?” 

You didn’t say a word. Nothing good ever came from telling someone, and it didn’t matter how much you trusted Joel with all your heart, that instinct to keep the secret to yourself felt stronger. Reaching for your arm, his thumb trailed over the long healed scar tissue, brows furrowed as he did so. “How long have you know..about..” his eyes flickering between the healed burn and the bandaged one. 

“A couple years. He uh, Don, was the reason I even found out.” Relaying what happened that day, you couldn’t spend much of it looking Joel in the eye. Heaping with guilt for your actions and shame for not trusting this man with that information. Finally, you looked up and off into the distance nothing in direct mind, but far away in thought, you talked about the Fireflies. What they wanted from you, what you learned that had been doing, and that all you wanted to do was keep him and Ellie away from that. “You two don’t deserve to get wrapped up into it.” 

The second you mentioned the Fireflies, Joels free hand clenched tightly. A wavering crack in his steadfast demeanour. Your name passed his lips with force, as if he had to push the word from his mouth calmly instead of breaking free. “This is bigger than just you. I can’t just let you go off on your own, family are supposed to protect each other.” 

Flickering to meet his eyes, you were surprised to see a softer gaze, one with an indiscernible softness you still struggled to identify. So you looked away again, down to the thumb now pressed against the scar issue. “I was trying to keep you and Ellie out of it, you two are family you shouldn’t have come after me, you were doing fine protecting each other.” 

“And what does that make you?” You looked up at him, Joel’s face a mixture of many things, confused, maybe even offended. “You said Ellie and I are family, do you really not think you’re apart of that by now?” 

You didn’t want to get upset, but your heart and your mind swirled around you too much. “I’m not-” 

Finally, his hands encompassed your face once more, this time a small smile sliding across it in affection. “If you don’t realize you’re family to us by now, you might not be as smart as I thought you were, sweetheart.” 

A breathy laugh left you, wincing as you did so. Joel moved to steady your waist just above the wound shushing you to take it easy. Covering the one on your cheek with your hand, you met his warm brown eyes. “It felt wrong, trying to intrude on your lives just because of how I feel.” 

Pulling your head lightly into his, Joel pressed his lips against your forehead, leaning back only to press your foreheads together in a small moment of quiet peace. “Think you got it the wrong way around. If I recall, I’m the one who dragged you into our lives first. You’re family. To me, to Ellie, you are family, okay?” 

Nodding against his own head, you two stayed for a moment. He just found out your biggest secret and all he had to say was he’s upset you didn’t let him help you before running off? Sometimes you just didn’t understand Joel Miller. 

You two stayed like that for a while, taking in the other’s closeness and finding comfort in his touch. It wasn’t until enough time had passed that you realized a certain someone hadn’t yet joined you. Pulling away you squinted looking around before looking back to Joel. Joel with a hesitant look on his face. 

“Where is Ellie?” 

He let a sigh out. Mumbling your name before finally finding a seat on the ground beside you. “She’s here, she uh, needed some time alone to think while you were in and out.” 

He had to pull you back down as you stood to go find her, “Joel,” another wince of pain. “I should go talk to her-”.

Joel moved to stretch one arm over your legs to rest his palm down on the other side, finding a more direct look in your eyes. “Listen, before you do...there’s something about her, about us that you deserve to know about.”

By the time you joined Ellie at the small cliff side, hardly a cliff, mostly just a meter or so drop down the sun setting was glowing a beautiful array or yellows and oranges in the sky. A bright contrast to the forgotten emptiness below. Joel had gently pushed at your lower back as you stopped in place staring at her. 

You now knew what they had been through, what she was, and what Joel was keeping from her. You understood why. You couldn’t very well judge him for keeping a huge secret from the people you love to spare them from possible pain or danger, but you also were beginning to realize that the longer those stayed a secret the harder it weighed on you. 

Ellie didn’t look up at you as you sat next to her, joining her shorter legs in dangling over the edge. Her own gaze was the same as yours the morning you left. Sleeve pushed up, only able to look at the reminder of what was so different about you. Only on Ellie, there was no mistaking the completely healed over bite mark. 

You let the silence flow between you, letting her approach however she felt comfortable. This was a rare moment for both of you. When she did speak, her voice was drenched in a held back waver. “Why didn’t you ever tell anyone?”

Briefly you looked at each other, Ellie’s eyes flashing with upset and a watering glaze you know could spill at anytime. You didn’t get far into your sentence before looking off into the distance again. “I did actually. Some people I admitted it too, others just found out when they saw my arm. It never ended in trust. It just ended in me having to run, leave people behind because they were always going to look for people like us.” 

Feeling her still looking at you she asked, “They?” 

You had to approach it carefully, it wasn’t your place to tell her about the events of the day Joel went in for her. That was going to be something they had do do themselves. She’d get over what he did to save her, that much you knew. It was being lied to by the man she’s grown to see as her father that’s going to hurt the longer it goes on. 

“The Fireflies aren’t who you think they are, or who anyone thinks they are for that matter. They play nice as long as they eventually get what they want from you. Those people will gain your trust, and throw it away as soon as it can be used against you.” 

You pushed your own sleeve up, turning your upper half towards her as she did the same, slowly moving to line your marks against the other. Yours healed over from a burn and hers out for everyone to see if she chose to do so. Your fingers gently touched over hers and she did the same. 

Neither of you had ever met another immune person. “There aren’t many of us, but the Fireflies will hunt down whoever is left. I didn’t tell anyone because ultimately your life means nothing to those people if you let them.” 

Pulling back Ellie’s hands dropped into her lap, her brows furrowing in a similar fashion to the broad man leaning against a tree behind you both. “Marlene told us something inside of me might help find a cure, but that they couldn’t find anything viable.” 

Clenching your jaw, you squeezed your eyes shut for just a second of composure. It wasn’t that they didn’t find anything, they never got a chance to even try. Don had mentioned a bunch of people at a Salt Lake City getting killed, and that an immune child escaped. 

Ellie called your name, “If they’re not good people then what did they even want with me?” 

Your face didn’t chance, a strong amount of effort and will to not give away what wasn’t yours. All you could do was raise your hand, and stroke the back of her head with a light touch. “They want us, Ellie. Any of us that exist out there, and they will lie to you if they need to.” She was looking up at you, a mixture of some degree of upset and a strange kind of affection trying to overpower the other. “You’re life is more important then what they want, Ellie. Both of you. You two are family, that’s all that matters now.” Your head nodding over to the side where he watched. 

Ellie looked tired by now. “You’re family too, you know?” 

That made you smile, and a deep chuckle floated close behind you as Joel came up stand just behind where you sat. You raised an eyebrow, finally your amused look giving her permission to relax, remember what normal feels like again. “You two sure you’re not actually related? ‘Cus you sure sound like it.” 

Joel finally sat down next to you, the feeling of his hand once again finding it’s home on your lower back. “Don’t I know it. Why do you think we never get anything done without a debate?” 

You shook your head, your little smile matched by either side of you. “Most stubborn duo I’ve ever met.” For a while you all enjoyed the lowering sun and the disappearing golden light shining in the evening sky. 

Ellie’s head at some point had fallen into your lap, too much action, too much fear and way too big of a revelation between you two wearing own the smaller girl. Your hands raked through the lose strands of her hair sitting past her ponytail. Watching the unbothered face lost in a dream where maybe thing’s were less harsh and cruel outside this little bubble. 

Joel ‘s voice whispering close to your ear. “I’ll tell her eventually. I know it’s right, I just can’t find the words for it without worrying she’ll resent me for it.” 

Your heads leaned against the other as you moved it close to his, “She won’t. It’ll upset her, you can’t get away from that, but she needs to know. The longer you hide it, the more painful it’ll be when you do tell her, or worse. She finds out without you.” 

“Just like it hurt to wake up and realize you took off because you thought leaving us in the dark would hurt less than knowing the truth?” Boy he got you there. 

Your whisper was all the energy you could even summon. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

Joel’s hand slid to cup the back of your head, his other gently letting his fingers grasp the bottom of your chin. His lips brushing over yours as his breath heated the skin it blew onto. “Hey, just remember. I’ve got you. We’ve both got you now.” 

Your free hand awkwardly moved to find the back of his neck while trying not to disrupt Ellie. “You-” It wasn’t the right time, not for that. You had no experience on when normal people even felt that for their partners, but it didn’t seem right in this moment, but honestly, you suspected Joel read right through you anyways. “You mean a lot to me, Joel. You really do.” 

Leaning, he soft as anything rubbed his nose down yours and then back again. “You mean everything to me too, sweetheart.” Finally his fingers pulled your chin the tiny space and pressed his lips against yours. 

His soft lips fit you like they were fated that way, soft kisses turning into intimate swipes of his tongue on yours, but never to escalate. Just a need to feel you as much as he could, make sure you were still there with him. He was a man whose lost too much, and he’d keep your lips against his if it meant always knowing you were still there with them. 

The Fireflies, the immunity, none of that was discussed that evening or the day after. Staying at that small cliff clearing to let your side heal as much as possible before the journey back. Ellie was curled up in front of you, her eyes finding your arm and your side many times before falling back asleep. Finding comfort in another person just like her. 

Joel was pressed up against your back, an arm wrapped around your front, pulling you constantly into him closer and closer, and resting just above your wound not to agitate it. 

It was weird, thinking you had a family in Joel and Ellie, but if they thought that way about you? Followed you out here to find and protect you? Now, it was now your responsibility to start protecting them too. 

You three were family, and that’s all that matters in the end. 

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[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ yuuta is still learning how to control himself around you. warnings : f. reader, agedup!inexperienced yuuta, dry humping, he cums in his pants.

“shit—you’re s-so pretty.” yuuta groans and you feel his warm palm smooth along the back of your neck to pull you deeper into the kiss as he greedily swallows your moans, his other arm tightening around your hips to pull them even closer against his own while you straddle his lap.

it wasn’t unlike you both to get lost in late night make out sessions when he got home from exorcising curses, allowing yuuta to explore the dips of your body until he was truly ready to feel everything—you were patient with him and he was grateful, but that doesn’t mean that he could deny the effect you have on him, especially when you hear him whine, low and languid as your needy heat grinds against his clothed cock.

you gasp when you feel the blunt head graze against you, still being able to feel how hard he is through the fabric of his slacks. “fuck—s-sorry.” he grumbles lowly, he’s flushed and needy as his fingers dig almost painfully into your hips but you just shake your head, tangling your fingers in the thick roots of his dark hair before experimentally rolling your hips against his once more— pulling a long and low moan from his swollen lips that you feel vibrate through his chest.

yuuta shivers below you, his thighs twitching at the feeling of you sliding your hips along his before he pulls away to blink up at you, his gaze blown out and heavy until you suddenly feel his grip on your hips tighten, taking control as he drags them along his own. his movements are messy and eager, soft pants falling from your pouty lips everytime you feel his thick shaft graze along your clothed clit, the blissful feeling making the room below you both spin “oh g-god, feels so good.”

“fuck, yuuta!” you gasp and the breathless tone of your voice has your raven haired boyfriend’s hips instinctively rutting up into yours, his mind cloudy and palms clammy against your skin with each sinful swirl of your hips. your fingers in his hair tighten and he hisses, his jaw clenching as your hips continue to move in sync with his— pulling another whimpered, slurred praise from his lips “look so pretty like this, n-need more.”

you feel too good— yuuta curses under his breath, rutting into you almost desperately and you can almost feel every detail of his cock through the thin fabric separating you both. he can almost feel you, his mind is swirling with thoughts of finally sinking into your warm cunt, he feels drunk on you, his mind and senses blurring as his name continues to fall from your lips in soft pants until a sudden rush of bliss rushes through his system and his body is almost curling over you.

yuuta cums with a surprised grunt before his voice cracks into a whine, his sudden orgasm catching him off guard as his hips jerk and twitch below you, his fingernails digging so tightly into your hips they’re sure to leave bruises as he continues to roll his hips into yours— greedily riding out his high with broken, agonised whines of your name until he’s hissing and holding you still while you still try to process what just happened.

“‘yuu— did you just..” the question pulls an almost whimpered grumble from the dark haired male below you as he frowns, flushed to his chest and still trying to catch his breath as he nuzzles into your neck, ignoring the sudden and uncomfortable stickiness now leaking through his underwear and sweats.

“fuck, fuck—im sorry. y-you felt so good, i—i couldn’t stop it.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER. 1

New message!

“girl you gon call me or what?”

it made you roll your eyes. hakari always didnt like if you didnt respond right away, assuming something was wrong and you were in trouble or mad at him, that was a pro and con of him.

you started typing, making sure to turn off the notifications or sounds coming from your phone. you would occasionally look up to see your current boyfriend, sinji, still focused on the damn game… like always.

you readjusted your bonnet, finally pressing send.

Message sent!

“what do you want? cant call rn.”

you felt your heart drop to your ass when he immediately started typing, fucking creep. you couldnt call him– not with sinji right infront of you and not to hakari. the hell could he possibly want at … eleven thirty-two at night?

New message!

“ite, but call me l8tr.”

yeah, absolutely not.

. . . . .

maybe you shouldve called him, because for the past two days he had called you and only to have seventeen voicemails from him. if you had given him a chance you wouldve found it as a turn on. but knowing history, history.

“so, did cha call him?” maki asked, leaning in close to you. you never know why she asks even if she doesnt like hakari. but she could be very nosey.

“uh oh, boy drama!” gojo chimed, “well— whats his naaameee?” that damn idiot satoru.

you tuned everything out, only having to be pestered by he himself. you shut down your phone, needing a break from it anyway. you owned your own apartment, which was good, until it wasnt. you walked in to only see your boyfriend had left, which was fortunate and unfortunate, knowing sinji had only came over cause you had the good wifi and food. so you debated, call or not? you finally said fuck it. powering your phone back on and then taking a shower to relax first.

the hot water running down your hair and skin was always what relaxed you the most, nerves going away and settling until you prepared yourself for the worse and hoped for the best. throwing on a old oversized shirt and hopping into the bed, you pressed the call button.

ring!

ring!

you heard shuffling and bassbooted music in the back, and somewhat of yelling.

“look who’s pretty ass decided to call me.” hakari always called you pretty. no matter if you were throwing up or throwing a tantrum, as he would call it, no matter what.

“you said you wanted to talk, so talk.” you held a straight face, only trying to fight away the memories of what used to be your relationship.

“ill assume you heard about me dropping out and being some gambler or whatever, havent you mama?” he chuckled, waiting for you.

“sure, and dont call me mama, i have a whole—“ he interrupted you.

“yeah yeah yeah, your lil’ boyfriend or something.” he finished for you, immediately growing annoyed at the thought of you being with someone that wasnt him. “anyways, you’ll be getting your money back, and its been tripled.” what?

“you do realize its been a little over a year since that happened.” you deadpanned.

“its better than ten. i promised you didnt i?” hakari deadpanned back, matching you always. “i always keep my promises. you know that.” he stated.

“okay, good to know. anything else?” you tried to hurry the call, hoping to hop off of it. you heard him laughing in the back, calming himself.

“always, im inviting you to my club, you got till the end of the week or imma just have someone escort you here. got business to talk about.” hakari said, adding that onto your plate.

“so you deadlining me now?”

“you damn right.”

“ill think on it. now get off my phone.” you said, rolling your eyes.

he chuckled, exhaling. “hope to see you soon, babydoll.”

call ended!

you rubbed your face in your hands, that went better than expected? putting your phone on the charger and laying there, you should have not been on edge, but it was hakari, and you felt your phone vibrate. what time had it been? twelve o five.

for hakari, he knows how to wire transfer, infact pretty well.

“make sure it gets to her, or imma fuck yall up. dont make me repeat myself.” hakari warned, leaning back against his soft couch watching some fight he placed a bet on. he puffed out smoke from the joint he held, only waiting.

“its been transferred, kinji.” the words exactly he wanted to hear. “she’s gonna get it by twelve o five.”

by twelve o five, a hundred and fifty thousand had been transferred to your account.

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[howyouloveyourdragon]

So i read your recent work with rhaenyra as an alpha and wanting marry her sister after she presents as an omega and thought it was great. I was wondering if you could add nsfw content to it as I think you do that very well. Thank you for considering to write it.

aww tysm! i really appreciate that and im glad you liked it <3 this takes place just before where i wrote about rhaenyra demanding your hand in marriage as this is where i initially got the conflict on whether nsfw was wanted

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣𝔠)

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎

"𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏, my darling?" You nodded and looked at her through teary eyes. The expression made something stir within her, erupting a shiver. Rhaenyra only pulled back to press a long kiss against your cheek and slowly lowered her head until it rested on her shoulder. She grinned as she sucked a bruising mark on her. "I knew you were my dōna riña, my little omega." She almost laughed at the mewls slowly escaping your lips. (Sweet girl) "My little dragon...so good for me." She breathed. Her heart thumped loudly, almost vibrating onto your skin. She pushed you to lay entirely on the bed gently. Rhaenyra's hand slithered up to rest against the deep mark she bit into your shoulder. She smiled and licked along it before biting back down. This was it. She was going to claim you as her own whether her father approved of it or not. She lowered her teeth harder than before until a sharp electricity shot through the both of you. A rush of excitement rushed through her despite the pain beginning to hit at her too. Rhaenyra knew about bonds–at least more about them than her sister did so while she winced, she didn't let up. Instead, she rubbed against Y/n's clit with a warm palm, attempting to ease her whimpering. She didn't want this to hurt more than it needed to.

"What are you doing?" Y/n murmured through broken words. She groaned around you as she felt the key turn, locking you into her. You suddenly jolted at the unusual feeling. She had done it. She soothed you with her tongue until finally releasing from you with a beam. She fussed at your hair, you were hers now, she had to take care of her pretty baby. All hers. "I just had to make you mine." She uttered softly, Rhaenyra loved you and she wanted you to know that. She moaned as your knees rustled above the sheets, unintentionally driving up to brush against her clit. "You've been such a good girl for me. I think you deserve a reward." She snuck a hand up your leg, wrenching out the moan you deserved so deeply. Her fingers tickled against you before resting on the source of your heat. The heat of a dragon and her regal birthright. She was a Targaryen and if she desired a dragon then she would take one. The princess had already tamed one, what could stop her from taking another? She would be the first to have two dragons at her side for her to mount as she pleased and she couldn't wait. Rhaenyra pressed her plump lips against your neck, she needed all of Westeros to know of her claim, to both the throne and her mate. Her love. "Mandia..." (Sister) You moaned as her fingers danced across your cunt. She shook her head. "Daor, iksan aōha lover kiza bantis." She hissed in a smooth lilting voice. (No, I am your lover tonight) That was the only motivation she needed as she thrust into you with her index, leaving you with an otherworldly gasp. Her lips snapped to yours and slipped another finger in. She was trying to be gentle but she desired you too much. Rhaenyra raised her other hand to press against your cheek, making it impossible for you to squirm away from her. Passion flared within her gut at your free sounds. She separated your lips but kept the ghost of them rest above. She thanked the Gods old and new for this moment. For making you hers. Hers. Rhaenyra let a growl emit from the back of her throat. She reluctantly took her fingers from you and marvelled at the slick. She smirked as it stuck to her. Her eyes trained on you. "Say it." Rhaenyra smiled, mischief evident in the deep purple of her eyes. Your brows furrowed, confusion etching a beautiful pout on your face. Her clit throbbed against the sheets. "Say you're mine, ñuha jorrāelagon." (my love) She pressed her lips to kiss the column of your throat, nipping lightly.

"I'm yours." You agreed. In lightning speed, you had the Heir of the Seven Kingdoms licking your sticky pleasure from her fingers and ducking beneath your dress and lick at your cunt for more. Your heart hammered and your throat tightened as her tongue thrust against the powerful bud she knew all too well by now. She sucked against it like a hobby–light but excited. Eventually her tongue drifted lower. Rhaenyra pushed your thigh onto her shoulder, draping the rest of your leg over her as though it weighed nothing at all. You moaned into the air and she silently hoped for the guards outside your doors to hear you as you surrendered yourself to her. Her tongue burrowed into your lower lips as her fingers returned to rub at your clit. Pleasure edged at you like a sentient being. They played with it teasingly until pulling away so that she could interlock both hands with your own, she tugged them into her silver hair and groaned at every tug. Only when she felt her lips begin to throb themselves at her ministrations did she let up. She pulled herself away from your skirts, ignoring your mewling desires. "Say it again, dōna jorrāelagon." She demanded, pupils dilated. (sweet love) In a sudden motion, Rhaenyra twisted you down into the sheets and hurried to unlace your dress, tearing it from you and then repeating on herself. Once naked, she pressed her breasts against your breasts and pushed down on your spine. "Sagon ñuha sȳz mate." She whispered seductively in your ear before once more turning you to lay beneath her. (Be my good mate) Rhaenyra's engorged clit rubbed against yours with swift strokes, longing to release her seed within you. She couldn't help of course that her sweet omega sister presented herself during her rut. The girls now women moaned like vixens as they enticed one another. You raised your nails to scratch lightly at your alpha's back, raking as though your life depended on it. Rhaenyra lowered her fingers to grant her true mate sweet release. "Māzigon syt nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon." (Come for me, my love) And so, as asked of you, you erupted under her, prompting herself. She let you gasp and writhe as she came undone herself. Rhaenyra pressed your cunt to hers, rubbing her clit into your opening as she released. It had never felt this good with Criston before.

As the gentle haze started to fly away she collapsed beside you and wrapped herself around you tightly. "Kesā consume ñuha mōrī jelevre." She murmured quietly, leaning into your ear. (You will consume my final breath) "Se kessa ivestragon Avy jorrāelan." She pressed a long kiss to the side of your neck. (And it will say I love you)

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[hoonichi]

kinktober ‘22 - day nine

pairing: fem!reader x neighbor!jake

words: 1.2k

warnings: mutual? masturbation, no dialogue (idk is this even a warning), voyeurism, exhibitionism

a/n: im extremely down bad for jake, like please please ill spread my legs for jake any day, he wouldn’t even need to ask idec

kinktober ‘22 masterlist

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jake lives in the apartment next to yours, which gives him easy opportunities to catch a glimpse of you from time to time. he wasn’t keen on calling himself a stalker or a pervert when all he would do is just every day sometimes touch himself every time he sees the light turn on and your delicate self enter the bathroom.

jake has never been so thankful to whoever built the apartment you were living in, especially designing a bathroom with the widest fucking window he has ever seen. you would think a normal person would close the curtains, right? but you, for some reason, didn’t have any curtains. jake thinks it’s maybe because you recently moved in and didn’t have time to install them yet but he doesn’t care and doesn’t want to think about it anyways.

it’s been a couple of days since he last saw any sign of life in your apartment. you probably were out somewhere, having the best time of your life while jake was quite literally suffering. he’s never felt so deprived in his life, even his porn videos didn’t do him any justice anymore. that’s when jake realized that the only relief he can get away from this unbearable agony is by seeing you. so he waited.

that night jake is laying on his bed, jacking himself off at the thoughts of you, yet it still feels not enough to push him over the edge. he wants, no, he needs to see you or by this point he will actually go crazy.

only when a light flashes from the side of his eyes, that’s when jake jumps up from his bed. no way, he thinks, immediately scurrying to the side of his window and locking his gaze on your bathroom. he sighs in excitement when he sees you standing there, holding what appears to be a towel.

jake is surprised himself when he feels his cock instantly harden and he looks down, giving himself a few slow pumps, making some of the pre-cum spill out from the tip. once he focuses his gaze back at you, you already have taken off your shirt, your hands going behind your body to unclasp your bra.

jake feels like he’s dreaming, he missed you so fucking much.

sometimes jake thinks that you know that you’re being watched by the way you don’t even try to turn around or hide your body when you finally unclasp your bra and let it slip down your arms. your boobs are almost visible to jake, which makes him bite the inside of his cheek, increasing the pace with his hand.

he watches as you untie the tie of your sweatpants and then bend down to pull them down. he catches a glimpse of your white panties in return.

“fuck,” jake sighs in content, watching you throw your clothes to the side and then focus your attention on tying up your hair. when you raise your hands, your boobs do too and that makes jake act up. his cock is now hot and dripping wet, yearning to be in between your breasts, fucking himself between your boobs sounded like a fucking dream.

jake bites his lip in anticipation when you expose your neck, it always being his weak spot. he always fantasies about wrapping his hand around your neck and tracing his fingers on your skin. maybe choking you a bit and watch as your mouth opens up in the need of air.

jake can’t help these thoughts when you look like a literal goddess.

after some time, your hair ends up in a messy bun and it looks like you gave up on making it any better when you let your arms fall down to your side. jake lets out a chuckle, you look cute even then.

however it looks like you have other plans tonight when you don’t go and follow your usual routine which would be to go shower after you’ve taken off your clothes. no, you’re taking something from your drawer and then, in all it’s glory, jake catches a glimpse of a vibrator.

his eyes instantly go wide and it feels like his blood goes cold. jake partly expects you to leave the bathroom but you stay and instead sit down on the counter, bringing your legs together up with you.

jake feels like he’s about to faint. is this a dream? this has to be a dream. in no way would jake ever think that he was about to see you masturbate. it’s almost like a personal show. even though it’s not, you don’t know he’s there and he’s about to lose his goddamn mind.

he can’t see much when your open legs hide all of the action, which is rather disappointing, but jake will take what he can get. he presses himself closer to the window, all thoughts that he might be seen, flying out of his head. he doesn’t care anymore but he probably should. after all, you’re not the only one living in that apartment.

all jake can see though is the way you throw your head back and the way your hands keep pushing the toy in. it makes shivers run down his spine.

he tries to match the pace you’ve steadied for yourself, imagining it’s his cock that pushes into you instead.

his eyes might have deceived jake when he catches you turn your head towards his window and almost look as if searching for something or rather someone. but jake might have also mistook that with you just rolling your head back in pleasure. and for an obvious reason, he sticks with that. he would love to be caught but after all, you both are strangers and that probably would make you hang up some fucking curtains to hide yourself from a creep that is jake.

jake has to lean one hand against the wall to balance himself while the other one works on his aching cock, eyes never leaving your body.

when your thrusts become quicker, so does his. he starts thrusting his cock in his hand, tightening his hold around the shaft and bucking up his hips. jake feels so fucking good, almost nearing his orgasm.

it soon becomes unbearable to wait for you, jake wanting so bad for you both to cum together but he’s got no control of himself anymore. jake cums with a loud groan and into his hand, getting some of the white liquid on top of the windowsill as well, which he isn’t looking forward to cleaning up later.

he still slowly pumps his cock, having that post orgasm feel when he gazes back at you, you seem to be still thrusting the dildo into yourself, lost in your own pleasure. yet soon it looks like you’re screaming out moans with one last push. oh, how jake wishes he could hear you.

he watches how your chest heaves with quick breaths as you let yourself get down from your high. you disregard the toy somewhere on the ground and scatter off from the countertop.

you enter the shower next and that’s when jake can barely see you, the glass doors of the shower soon getting all foggy from the hot water. he sighs and looks down. he got hard again.

while jake continues to suffer, you laugh to yourself while washing up your body.

if only he knew, you saw him quite perfectly.

#enhypen smut #enhypen jake smut #sim jake smut

[dckweed]

Clingy drunk Billy at a party with big gf hahaa I feel like he would be so clingy idk why

ok hidey hoe babes this is gonna be so short and im so so so so sorry lmao, i promise you guys, i have some long ones coming out very very very soon

anywhore, here's something short and cute, mwah!

p.s. you guys send in some steve requests bc im on such a steve kick rn !!

warnings: drinking, plus sized reader, billy being totally adorable ig? groping.

"isn't she lovely?" billy hargrove x plus sized reader

Music played so loudly that it reverberated through the floor, the heavy bass vibrating through your feet. You were probably one of the few people still completely sober, and you were searching for your extremely drunk boyfriend, whom you had left on the couch so you could use the restroom.

You look around the large, overly crowded room almost frantically, hoping to god he hadn't wandered off to the car, you hadn't thought to grab the car keys out of his jacket beforehand, a dumb move on your part. "Thank god," You breathe, pushing through the thick crowd of sweaty bodies as you catch sight of him. You see him wave over the heads of people, your thick, curvy frame wasn't hard to miss.

You cut a quick path through the drunk teenagers, thankfully avoiding a drink nearly being spilled on your pretty white dress, one of your favorites that actually managed to hide your pudgey stomach in just the right kind of way and still make you feel like the hottest girl in the room, and when it came to Billy, you knew that you were.

You furrow your eyebrows as you get closer, he's standing next to Steve, and if almost looks like he's about to start something when he catches you again in his sight. You see his features visibly soften, and a dumb, goofy little smile crawl across his lips that turned into a huge, cheesey grin.

"Look at her..isn't she lovely, stevie boy?" He asks, his drunk voice slurring the sentence out as he loses his balance slightly, his hand going to the back of Steve's head so he could angle it towards you.

Steve grunts, his arm going around Billy to help keep him standing as he locked sight on you as well. She really is lovely, he had thought. He was stupid to have let Billy steal you away from him so easily, though in the long run, he was stupid for not making a move on you period. Billy had been the only one out of the two of them who had the balls enough to do it. "Yeah, Billy, she is.." He sighs, biting his tongue. He couldn't be mad at him for making his move, you were absolutely stunning, the way your body was shaped, every curve and dip, every last dimple and ridge that he knew perfectly well littered your skin. You had a ton of guys after you, and though you and Steve had had some fun at one point, you only had eyes for one.

"That third keg stand went straight to your head, huh, Billy?" You ask, finally making it to them. You look up at Steve, a kind smile on your ever so beautifully full face. "Thanks, Steve, i can take him from here.."

"Y/N, my love..god i can't wait to get you home so i can get between those plush thighs of yours, spend hours down there..." Billy sighs, his smile going even wider and dopier as he talks to you. It really was his favorite place to eat. You grin and wrap your arms around his middle, hoisting him up off of Steve.

You shoot him one last smile as you slowly make your way to the door with your boyfriend drunk and giggly in your arms, your hands moving skillfully through each of his pockets in search of the keys, giggling at the jokes he makes about feeling him up in public as he places sloppy wet kisses all over every bit of you he can reach.

"Baby?" He asks, once you get him into the passenger seat of the camaro, of which you had helped him fix his broken windshield.

"Hmm?" You ask, glancing over at him. His eyes were closed, his head against the window as you turned the ignition and listened to it pur to life.

"Can I use your boobies as a pillow when we get home?" His voice is soft, almond childish. You grin as you start driving, headed to your house. You knew it was a safer bet than his. "They're so soft and fluffy..and they always smell like they pretty lotion.."

You reach over and run your fingers through his dark mop of hair, god you loved him when he was like this. "Anything you want, love.." You say, and he hums, nodding off to sleep slightly.

It was a struggle to get him inside, and true to your word after you had gotten his boots, jeans and jacket off, you let him fall face first into your bare chest, pulling you sheets over the top of you. He snored almost immediately, babbling a half incoherent "i love you.." as you played with his hair, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him locked in place, something that you knew made him feel secure.

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