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#not doin it again today too much work. another time
krypticcafe · 1 year
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Okay so we’ve got the boys reacting to being called babygirl, but how would their partner react to being babygirlified??
When they call you babygirl (COD:MWII)
rating: mature
character(s): GN!Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" McTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Hound
warning(s): language, suggestiveness, angst, a smidge of a graphic injury, general military violence, no beta read haha
a/n: reminder to all my gn and masc readers that I'm using babygirl in a gender-neutral context and so is the reader!! Also, I can't guarantee that it'll all be lighthearted as the last part but I can guarantee y'all eatin good tonight :)))
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Gaz
Funnily enough, he purrs it out when you come to bed after a long day of work, pulled into his side the moment you laid down.
"How's my babygirl doing? Good, yeah?"
You're stunned, surprised at the fact that he even used it at all.
He's amused by your reaction and presses a soft kiss to your head, making a mental note to use it more often like this.
Like him, you try not to fall too into the feeling, but he already knows the effect on you.
Luckily for you, he doesn't abuse it, but almost torments you with it, using it in private or a soft tone that only you can hear.
But you like it. It's intimate, a little special in how he uses it to get you smiling or flustered. Much like a lot of other aspects of your relationship, it's something you can trust him with and be respectful about.
Most of the time, you'll find him using it on a sleepy morning, arms around your waist with his chest against your back and his face nestled on your shoulder blade, mumbling a "mornin'" or a "how'd you sleep last night?"
For him, it's best when he can get real close to you and just pour his affections out with that simple little nickname.
He watches you stumble out of bed while he pours a cup of coffee for the two of you and smiles innocently when he offers it.
"Sleep well last night, baby-"
"You are so damn lucky I love you." You warn, taking the cup and rolling your eyes when he laughs.
Don't worry, he knows he's one lucky bastard.
Price
"Atta soldier, how's my babygirl holding up?"
He's watching proudly from afar while you finish pummeling through a group of enemies like it's nothing.
"Doin' alright Captain, we're clear to push on." You respond with confidence.
But you don't tell him that his comment through the comms alone nearly threw you off your rhythm.
He uses it again when you're all at the pub celebrating another landmark success, subtly bragging while half-drunk about how you carried the team today.
A part of you is mortified not just because Price tends to open up a little too much when he's drunk, but also because you hated the fact that you liked hearing him call you that in the first place, how you didn't need a drink for your mouth to get dry and your face warm. Not to mention it was in public—practically a declaration that you belonged to him.
Not that you minded.
His grip grows firm on your side while he speaks with admiration, your face grows warm since one, he was calling you that in front of so many others, and two, he didn't just hand out praise to anyone so when he meant it, he really meant it.
Later when you're both headed to your shared quarters, he asks, "So were you havin' a fever earlier or..?"
Of course he noticed.
You explain to him it just caught you off guard, that's all. Especially when he says it in such a way.
In the back of your head, you hoped he'd be too drunk to remember this in the morning but knowing him...
"I see... well then, we'll just have to put that to the test tonight, won't we?"
You have no objections.
Soap
"There's my babygirl, been lookin' for that smile since we been back."
After a particularly rough mission, Soap had been glued to your side for the past hour or so, talking it out with you.
When a particularly dumb joke of his finally cracked you, that's when he said it.
You groan, still laughing while leaning your head into his shoulder, muttering about how "irresistibly insufferable" he could be sometimes.
"So you admit I'm irresistible?"
That gets him a lighthearted punch on his chest and some more hearty laughter out of the two of you.
You now find him using it here and there to get a smile out of you. He's got an eye for when you're a little more tense or stressed than usual.
He doesn't use it in excess either, he's sweet and soft about it, not as casual with the pet names as some would think.
Oh, but don't take it for granted because he can and will tease you. You like to blame him for your ability to keep your guard up for so long and for his ability to somehow find new ways to break it again and again.
And while you think it's a horribly corny pet name, you know he has nothing but good intentions, and you can't ignore the way it makes your heart flutter.
He loves it too, he's a sucker for giving and receiving cheesy nicknames, stuff that really gets a reaction out of you but doesn't cross the line.
"If you don't like it, then why dinnae you give me a different thing to call you?" Cue the McTavish SmirkTM, and you wonder what he has planned this time. And like how you got yourself into this relationship- you decide to humor him.
"You already call me 'love' and 'sugar', I don't think you need any more to torment me with, McTavish."
"I don't know... I'm thinkin' 'my fiancé' sounds pretty damn good."
"But I'm not your-"
Oh.
Oh.
Ghost
You're thrown into the air and onto the ground after a blast hits, one so loud that you're left hearing nothing for several seconds.
Out of the chaos, you hear Ghost call your name, and you try to stand only to fall back into a pair of arms.
"It's me- it's me." He lowers you down onto his lap and looks over you, "Fucking hell... what did they do to you?"
You realize what he's talking about when you try to hold yourself while gasping for breath, but find a cold metal rod jutting out of your abdomen.
"Okay, I'm gonna get you up, we're gonna get to the others-" He halts when you scream out in pain and lowers you back down.
"Nonono- please Simon, it hurts, it fucking hurts so much I can't-"
His heart breaks at the sound of you choking on words, holding you closer, and trying to reassure you (and himself because he's never had his heart pounding so hard and his mask feel so damn suffocating and god dammit he can't afford to lose someone again-)
"I know, I know, I got you babygirl, I got you. It's alright now, but I'm not leaving you like this. You're gonna be alright, it's gonna be okay."
You can only nod your head, tightening your hold around his neck when he carries you. It feels pathetic every time you let out a yelp or sob of pain, but Simon's patient, he's constantly giving you reassurance and letting you know that there's just a bit more left to go. At some point, you let exhaustion take over your body.
Thankfully, you wake up laying in an infirmary bed, with a sleepless Simon at your side. "How are you feeling?" He asks.
"Could be better," You cringe at how hoarse your voice is and thank Simon when he gives you a cup of water, "You seem worse than me to be honest."
"Yeah? 'n whose fault is that? Oh right, the one who took a pipe to the stomach."
Rolling your eyes, you try to remember the last things you saw before blacking out and smirk to yourself when it comes back to you.
"So, since when were you a "babygirl" type of guy? Is it a common thing in Manchester, or are you just that soft for me, Lieutenant?"
"Maybe I should've just left you there." He groans, and you scoff, laughing as you shove at him. Even if he's shit with words, you know deep down he would never have the guts to do so.
Only a fool would.
König
Let's be honest, he'd only really say it after you've said it to him.
You don't push him, knowing he just has trouble trying to get a natural feel for it and it's not a huge deal. Plus, you already adore all the other names he's given you, most of which are more familiar and natural for him to say with them being in his native language.
Unfortunately, one night at the bar, you find someone else directing the particular nickname at you.
"Hey babygirl, what's a cutie like you doing all alone here?"
But fortunately, you were in fact, not alone.
Konig rises from the barstool behind you and his height alone should have the person pissing their pants.
"You should mind whose 'babygirl' you're talking to, arschloch."
You know what? Close enough.
You turn back to check on König and wow, that. Is. A. Sight.
König's chest rises and falls with his aggravated breathing and you find yourself lost in how intense his glare is while he watches the person scamper away. His words are on a loop in your head with how the rasp and snarl in his voice have your stomach twisting and your heart running laps.
You'd never admit it to him, but you have to repress all of your urges whenever he gets like this on the battlefield. Christ.
"You alright?" You breathlessly sigh, wrapping a hand around his.
His tension instantly melts at your touch and you smile at that.
"I should be asking you that..." He murmurs, almost ashamed as if he had any reason to be.
"Oh I'm more than fine now."
An idea comes to you.
"I'd be even better if you can tell me what you just said to them, perhaps in private? I don't think I can hear with how noisy it is in here" You snicker, tugging him closer.
You just absolutely know he's burning under that hood when his eyes go wide.
"I'm just kidding, liebe," you chuckled, taking another sip of your drink, "But honestly? That was kinda hot. Whaddya say we get outta here and cuddle tonight?"
His response is a quick and eager nod, making you laugh and whisk him away to your quarters.
Roach
Ah if only you weren't such a curious soul.
You overheard some of your teammates call each other "babygirl", which made you wonder if there was a sign for it.
You blurted out this question to your boyfriend, not thinking much of it because, hey, you always asked him about signs you weren't sure of or hadn't quite learned yet, or in this case, pure curiosity.
He stares at you dumbfounded before signing the words.
"Oh, so it's literally just 'baby' and 'girl'?"
He nods, "Yeah. What, do you want me to start calling you that or something?"
He lets out stifled laughs when he sees the look of realization on you before you throw your burning face in your hands.
"I'm a damn idiot."
"I know you are."
You nearly strangle him for that comment.
You make him forget about the conversation, but he keeps the thought in the back of his head for future reference because oh you are so gonna regret this >:)
After a mission, he comes up to you and asks, "How'd it go? My babygirl didn't get too roughed up this time, did you?"
"No, I'm good, wasn't a huge bust-" You stop organizing your gear right then and there, mentally replay what he signed, and slowly turn your head, narrowing your eyes at him. "-you little shit! I told you forget about that!"
"But you like it, don't you? You're trying so hard not to smile right now!" He gushes.
"Sanderson, I'm gonna kill you!" You run after him, chasing him around before tackling him down to the ground.
"I could get used to this." He muses, "Maybe you should call me babygirl, kinda suits me too. Oh! We should get matching patches, don't you think?"
"..."
"Wait where are you going—"
Hound
This time, you had been separated from your team for days after a mission had gone horribly wrong, with no way to communicate otherwise you'd all be jeopardized before you could be rescued.
You didn't even know if there was a rescue.
Just your luck, an enemy had you cornered with the audacity to use your own gun against you. And it was your last one, too. You brace for impact only to see them get knocked out while a voice called out your name.
It was Hound. They immediately run up to you, checking you all over, hands hovering around you worriedly, "Did he hurt you? Christ, they told me that you'd be in danger if I went but shit, how am I supposed to wait when—"
They stopped the moment you began to tremble, instantly pulling you into a tight embrace, and tucking your head in their shoulder.
"Hey hey, c'mere, it's okay. I'm here now, you're gonna be alright, it's okay." He softly repeats, and you weep in relief. "Oh babygirl... they can't hurt you anymore, I promise."
It was warm and safe.
You were warm and safe.
Hound spends the evening tending to you (you told them they didn't have to, it wasn't like you had major injuries), doing your paperwork for you, getting you food, and cleaning you up.
But all you want is to get your mind away from the events of the past few days, a distraction to feel good, feel safe, and feel loved, and he happily complies with your every need for the night.
"Figured you'd need some help after last night... sorry about that." They sheepishly mumble.
You wake up the next morning in your shared quarters, sore but in a pleasant way. The door opens and it's none other than your partner with a plate from the mess hall.
You pull them down for a quick kiss and thank them, telling them not to worry about it as you take the plate.
"You need anything else babygirl, or-"
You choke on a piece of scrambled egg, and they're already rubbing your back, holding back laughter.
"Whoops, should've waited until you were done, I didn't think you'd get so- I mean I thought after last night—" He's practically giggling now and while you'd normally relish in such a rare sight, you whine at him.
"But seriously, if you need anything, I'm there in a heartbeat."
You nod and thank whatever higher being out there for such a patient partner.
a/n pt2: hope the ghost and hound bbygirls enjoyed the "creative liberties" I took because I know I did teehee- anyways lmk how y'all feeling after that :)))
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rafesveryrealgf · 8 months
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JJ Maybank x pregnant!reader
Summary: no plot fr, just a cute moment w jj and his pregnant gf
Warnings: pregnant reader, mentions of sex (no actual sex), cursing, dad!jj, pet names (baby, sweetheart + princess)
“J, can you please take a break for a second,” you yelled from the living room in hopes it would carry all throughout the hallway and into your unborn baby’s room where JJ had been working on building the crib for hours at this point and he’d barely had any luck. JJ wasn’t the type to follow directions and the nerves of being a dad soon sure as hell made it harder to focus on anything for more than a minute.
He was scared. He was nervous. but he was excited too.
The clacking and banging stopped for a minute so you could hear him speak clearly. “Just a minute, baby.” He yelled back.
You groan when you hear things banging around some more, crib pieces hitting the carpeted floor. You throw your head back against the couch, rubbing your stomach in hopes it would make you less miserable.
“You said that an hour ago, J. If you don’t get your ass over here, I’m coming to you.”
“Don’t- don’t move! M’coming!” He’s drops everything instantly, afraid that you’d injure yourself by simply standing.
As soon as you told JJ you were pregnant, doing anything for yourself was absolutely out of the question.
When you hit your third trimester, JJ was even worse. You need water? JJ will get it. You need to go pee? JJ is either carrying you there or holding your hand the whole way. If he had to work he’d make Sarah and Kiara take turns checking up on you throughout the day until he was back home.
You were now seven months pregnant and he decided since he was off of work for the day, that today would be the day he finally puts up the crib.
He ran to the living room just before you could stand up all the way straight.
“What do you need, baby? You hungry? Thirsty?” He questions whilst out of breath, now standing in front of you. He grabs your shoulders and sits you back against the couch. “Stay put. I’ve got it.”
He’s a second away from making his way to the kitchen to get whatever you need before you speak again.
“No,” You whine, throwing your head against the couch once again in annoyance. “I miss you, J.”
“Baby.. we don’t have much time left before the baby gets here. I’ve gotta put this crib together now.”
“Let’s just get Pope to do it.” You plead. “He’s good at following directions and shit.”
“You want another man working on my kids crib?” He scrunches his face up, waving you off and shakes his head. “S’not happening, baby.”
You look up at him and roll your eyes. “JJ, if you don’t get help, it won’t ever be put together.”
JJ scoffs at that, offended by your choice of words. “Wow.. okay, rude.” He presses a hand to his heart dramatically.
“I’m serious, J.” You inhale deeply following it up with a huff.
“Baby, have some faith in me.”
“Last time I had faith in you, it resulted in a pregnancy. So, I’d rather not.” You referred to the time JJ promised to pull out.
You were now seven months pregnant with his child.
He cringed at that, ashamed that he had such a weak pull out game. “Anyway,” he changed the subject quick. “It’ll be done by tonight, baby. Just wait and see.” He bent down to give you a quick kiss to your cheek before running off to the baby’s room again.
You exhaled sharply. You just wanted attention.
You got up from the couch quietly, afraid he’d come running to you before you could make it down the hallway.
When you got to the baby’s room, you stood in the doorway, admiring the way he looked while deep in his thoughts. He was sitting on the floor, his back turned to you and his back muscles moving as he picked up pieces from the white crib, from off of the floor. His biceps straining as he tried piecing them together.
“Baby,” you said quietly, leaning your head against the door frame, placing your hands on your swollen belly.
He looked back quickly. “Sweetheart, what are you doin’?” He questioned, standing up swiftly to grab you. “Go sit down.”
He put his arm around your waist to walk you back down the hallway.
“I need to walk around. Stop hovering.” You twisted your body so that you were no longer in his grasp.
He was a little taken aback by that. “I’m not hovering.” He scoffed. “I’m just tryin’ to care of my girls.”
You were silent for a bit. He was hovering. “I wanna be able to move around, J.” You whine. “I’m bored of just sittin’ on the couch. If you won’t spend time with me, I’d like to at least be able to walk around.”
“Alright, m’sorry. I’ll spend time with you, the crib can wait.“ He wraps his arm around your waist again. “What you wanna do princess?”
The corners of your mouth pull into a smile. “Wanna cuddle?” You say excitedly.
“Yeah.” He looks down at you, his ocean blue eyes staring into your soul, his lips form a big closed mouth smile. “Yeah, of course I do.”
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dollsbakery · 4 months
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hello, hope ur doin well
i saw some of ya stuff and liked it, and wanted to request a bakugo x reader w like a size kink ig
(idk specifics mb)
thank you
‘ Sweetheart ’ - Dilf!Bakugou x Reader
TW: NOT PROOF READ, Size Kink, Age Difference, Dilf!Bakugou, Manipulation, Exploiting, Slight Noncon, Creampie, Pinning, Penetration, Overstimulation, Cheating, Slight Daddy Kink, Degradation, Manhandling, Praise, Pet Names, Stomach Bulge
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“No! I don’t know why you can’t see how wrong it is. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me when I have to tell my friends my girlfriend babysits a Pro Hero’s kid? You spend most of your time at fucking BaKuGo’S hOuSe! Fuck Y/N! It- It’s fucking wrong! I bet you’re fucking him, HAHA! I BET YOU ARE, AREN’T YOU!?”
You roll your eyes, humming along as your insecure boyfriend once again accuses you of fucking another man. Fuck, you may as well be a Porn star by the amount of men he claims you fuck. Besides, your job is not like that! Five days a week you go over to Mr Bakugou’s house, say a simple ‘Good Morning!’, see him off, and babysit his child all day. Sweet little Clem. She’s an adorable little doll, a kind five year old girl, who admires her Daddy very much. Now, you have to admit, Mr Bakugou is a very, handsome man, to say the least. You always shiver when you notice your eyes linger at his… massive arms, for a little too long. The way sweat drips down his husky chest when he gets home from work. The way said sweat makes his shirt cling to his defined abs.
“Y/N! ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING LISTENING? YOU’RE A FUCKING SLU-“
You end the call.
Fuck.
You promised yourself you’d stop thinking about Mr Bakugou like that. For fuck sake, he’s like double your age! Even so, that doesn’t change how fucking fine that hunk of a man is. You sigh, rolling over in your bed as you look at your phone once more.
‘23:47’ It read.
You should probably get some sleep. With a heavy groan, you reluctantly set your alarm on your phone and turn to lie on your back.
Tapping your fingers in a random rhythm on your stomach, you devilishly bite your lip, slightly grinning through it. Your alarm will go off in seven hours, so theoretically… you have enough time for a quick stress relief session with that new Dynamite toy you just bought…
Pulling up to the luxurious and modern house, you step out your car and lock it with a smile.
‘I can’t wait to see Clem today, I’m sure she’ll love that new recipe I found’ you mumble to yourself. Ringing the doorbell, you stiffen up your posture and put on your most welcoming face. The door swings open to reveal a disheveled man.
Mr Bakugou’s still dressed in his sleepwear? His blonde fluffy hair is more a bundle of mess than it normally is. His black sleeveless tee hangs low on his chest, revealing his swell chest, and fucking bulky biceps. Fuck… he looks so good. He also looks… sweaty?
Seeing Mr Bakugou looking so dazed, sweaty, and unshaved for once (You’ve always loved his stubble) was almost too much.
“Good morning Sir, where’s Clementine?”
He bashfully rubs the back of his head, as he leans against his front door, looking down at you. Was he always this tall? You don’t remember ever having to look up at him.
“Fuck, I forgot to tell you. Clem’s spending the week at her Mom’s. That stupid woman decided she’s finally interested in our daughter.” He grumbled.
You pout slightly, you were really looking forward to spending time with Clem today.
“Oh no worries! Uhm, are you okay though? You seem a bit flustered..” the small question filled with genuine concern was enough to earn another grumble from Mr Bakugou.
“I’m fine sweet cheeks, no need to start doting over me.” He chuckles.
His morning voice is so fuckin raspy and deep. Fuck-
“Come in, the least I can do is make you some breakfast for making you get up so early.”
With a gentle smile, you enter the man’s home and make your way to the kitchen. Placing yourself on a stool at his beautiful island, you rest your cheeks on your hands and softly nibble on the inside of your cheek. Bakugou makes his way round to the other side of the kitchen and begins pulling ingredients out. Whilst cracking an egg on the rim of a bowl, Mr Bakugou looks up through his eyebrows towards you. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes linger on his hands.
‘His hands are huge compared to that bowl holy shit. He’s like a fuckin’ giant’
Your mind begins to talk and talk, as your eyes stare deeper and deeper at his veiny hands.
“Oi.”
Mr Bakugou breaks the silence.
“What’s up with you, hah?” He grins.
Fuck, did he catch you ogling him?
“Oh, uhm. Sorry. I’m a bit out of it today.. me and my boyfriend had an argument last night.”
Good save. If you could pat yourself on the back right now, you definitely would’ve. Mr Bakugou’s face turns sour, a scoff leaving his mouth. He makes his way round the island and stands behind you. Compared to you he really is a giant. His chest completely conceals you from whatever behind you. Slowly, he leans down, his hand making its way to your thigh, his mouth next to your ear.
“Y’know, I could treat you much better than your childish little boyfriend. Hm? I mean, could your little boyfriend do this?”
Before you could even think of a reply, he spins you round on the stool and lifts you onto his shoulder with a single arm. He chuckles at the squeal you let out, as your fists pound against his back.
“PUT ME DOWN! B-BAKUGOU!”
Using his free hand, he lays a single, harsh slap on your ass, instantly causing you to go limp in his hold.
“That’s Sir to you. Don’t you want a big, strong man to take care of you? Think about it sweetheart, you’d never have to lift a finger, anything you want you’d get. New dress? I’ll take you shopping. Your car broke down? I’ll fuckin’ buy you a whole dealership. Imagine it Princess, you could leave your immature, insecure, weak little boy toy, and be taken care of by a strong, rich man.”
Wiggling in his grip, your ass sways slightly, giving Bakugou a beautiful view as he tilts his head to the side to watch your futile struggles.
“I’ve seen how you look at me Princess. You think you’re slick? Hah, you may as well of just fingered your self in my bed and wait for me to get home and see you like that. You’ve done that before though, haven’t you? Bit of a dumb little slut sometimes hm? Forgot to change my sheets. Or did you leave that puddle there for me to find? I bet you did. Wanna be a little whore for Daddy? Yeah you do”
Two thick fingers begin rubbing your pussy through your leggings, causing you to grip onto the back of your bosses shirt.
“S-Sir! I- fuck~”
You whine, pushing your bottom half closer towards your bosses fingers.
Bakugou began rubbing faster, nudging your clit every so often. With each whine and moan you let out, the deeper his shit eating grin becomes.
“S-Bakugou! Please! I need to- I need to cum!” You cry, tears welling from your eyes.
“Cmon’ pretty girl. Cum for Daddy!”
His praise sends a shockwave through your pussy, as you dig your fingers into his lower back and cum through your panties and leggings.
“Atta’ girl, good~ slut.” He hums, as he carries you through his house and into his bedroom.
Gently, he places you down on his bed and begins stripping you down. Every time his hand went near your pussy, you whined from lack of attention, silently begging for more. Bakugou reaches under his bed and pulls out some red rope.
“Bakugou..?” You mutter.
He grins as he uses one hand to pin your arms above your head, and the other to skilfully wrap the rope around your wrists, binding them together. Instinctively, your earlier struggles return, as you begin to thrash around.
His hand slams down on your throat, pinning you down to the bed firmly with one movement.
“If you struggle one more time, I’ll beat your ass black and blue, understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
Bakugou hums in acknowledgment, as he reaches under his bed again and pulls out a vibrator.
“Please~” You sob. Bakugou grins.
“Please what? Use your words baby.”
“I want you! I want your dick not some stupid plastic vibrator!” You whine.
“You need to earn my dick. You’ll cum from this ‘stupid plastic’ toy as many times as i want, then you’ll have my fucking dick. Sluts don’t make orders, they listen and obey, yeah?”
You bite back another sob.
“Yes Sir…”
Flicking the vibrator on, he pushes it right up against your clit, causing you to instantly throw your head back.
“Please~ not there! Not- FUCK- NOT THAT QUICK! T-TURN IT DOWN!” You plead, your back arching to attempt and relieve your pussy from the torturing pleasure.
With a heavy growl, Bakugou places on hand on your stomach and pushes down, keeping you stiffly planted in place.
“Fuck, look at that. My hands big enough it almost covers the entirety of your stomach!”
You look down and notice he’s right, and for some reason, this sends you over the edge. Your toes curl and your legs convulse as you cum for the second time in under 15 minutes.
“KATSUKI!”
He turns the vibrator onto full blast and he feels his cock beginning to strain against his boxers.
“Mhmh, one more time baby, cmon’ I know you can do it.”
Pressing the vibrator slightly harder against your clit, once again sending you over the edge.
“Good~ girl. What a good slut for Daddy, hm?”
Letting go of your stomach and tossing the vibrator to the side, Bakugou quickly slides his boxers off and pulls his top over his head. Somehow he looks even fucking bigger now, and you fucking love it.
Looking up at his through your tears, you whine once more.
“You’re a whiny little bitch aren’t you? What’re you crying about now huh?”
“S-Sir… I don’t know if I can cum again” You mumble through your fucked out state.
Bakugou grabs either sides of your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed, nudging your pussy with his cock. Just by that small contact, you know he’s fucking massive down there. It should be expected though..
“If I say you’re gonna take my cock. You’re gonna fucking take my cock.”
Bakugou bites his lip as he slips his cock inside you, watching intently as your face contorts from tiredness, to pure bliss. His eyes trail down to your pussy as he watches his dick disappear inside of you.
“Fuckkk~” He moans, as he looks up at her stomach and almost cums right there and then. Letting out an also animalistic growl, Bakugou rubs his hand over your stomach and stares at the stomach bulge. Leaning forward and using one hand to grab your hair and force your head to look down at your stomach, he screams.
“Look. LOOK! Can you see that? That’s me inside of you Princess. Yeah~ you’re right where you belong, below me. Holy shit-“
Slowly, he puts his hand back on your waist and begins pumping in and out of you, picking up speed the more you moan.
“FUCk! You take me so well Princess! I’m gonna mould your pussy so only I can pleasure you. Yeah? You’d like that? Course’ you would you fucking slut.”
With each word Bakugou thrusts harder and harder, indulging in the way you throw your head back and cry his name out.
“Please~ PLEASE.. KA- KATSUKI PLEASE LET ME CUM!”
“Mhmh, cum. Cum for me beautiful.” Bakugou whines, throwing his own head back as you both cum together.
Panting, he pulls out of you, licking his lips at the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy. Sighing with pleasure, he picks you up and places you under the sheets on his bed, climbing in beside you and rubbing the side of your face.
“You were so good for me.” He mumbles.
“So… are we, a thing? You don’t care about my age?” You look up at him, fear in your eyes.
He holds back a smile and kisses the tip of your nose.
“No sweetheart, I don’t care. You’re mine now, besides, Clementine already loves you.” Bakugou chuckles.
Thank you for the request! This was my first time using a Size Kink prompt so I hope I did it some justice at least 😭.
I hope it met your expectations!
P.S. I’ll be filling out my other requests very soon :)
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cosmicmunsonwrites · 8 months
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aftercare w jj with lots of reassuring ❣️
only you my girl
pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader
warnings: implied sex, pet names
summary: jj loves taking care of you after sex and making sure you’re alright.
authors note: thank you so much for the request, honey <3 enjoy!
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do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.
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“you did so good, sweetheart,” jj mumbled against your neck. he gently kissed your lips then your forehead. “i’ll be right back, ok?”
you nodded lazily, too exhausted to do anything else. and when he returned, he had a glass of water and a hand towel in his hands.
he climbed onto the bed beside you and handed you the glass. “drink some.” you did as he said and took a small sip before placing it onto the bedside table. he took his place between your legs again. he ran the warm, damp towel through your legs, making your hips buck and you whimper at the overstimulation. “it’s okay, baby. you’re okay. just cleaning you up real quick.”
once he was done and heading back to the bathroom, you rolled over to your side and tucked yourself under the sheets. before you knew it, he was back at your side. “how you feelin’, cupcake?”
you hid your face in your arm and sighed. “good. jus’ tired.”
he kissed your exposed shoulder. “wanna go watch a movie? i’ll get the ice cream and popcorn out,” he asked softly as his hands toyed with your hair.
you nodded and hummed in agreement. he placed another kiss to your skin before getting up and rummaging through a few things. “c’mere,” he said. you sat up slowly and looked to him. he was now dressed in his black sweatpants, still shirtless and holding his red hoodie, waiting for you. “arms up, sweetheart.”
thankfully, you still had your bra on so you lifted your arms above your head and allowed him to slide it over and onto your body comfortably. “you’re doin’ so good, baby. just a few more things then we can go watch.”
you scooted to the edge of the bed and slowly pushed yourself off to stand. he grabbed onto your waist to steady you. “you still doin’ okay?” you hummed and grabbed your clean pair of underwear he’d brought out and slid them up your legs, then the same with the shorts he’d brought.
he stood there the whole time incase your legs were too shaky to keep you up steadily.
“you ready?” you nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, knowing how this went. his hands found the backs of your thighs as he lifted you up and kissed your neck on the way up. “you did so good for me today, sweet girl. ‘m so proud of you.”
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alotofpockets · 9 months
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Backup vocals | Reneé Rapp
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Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader
Summary: You play guitar in Reneé's band on tour and help her out with backup vocals when the backing track stops working.
Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.3K
Reneé had first noticed you on tiktok, when her fans had tagged her in a cover that you did of her song Too Well. You had posted your fair share of covers on the app, never thinking it would reach many people, but as your audience kept growing, you continued by covering more and more songs. Reneé reached out to you and now after months of rehearsal you were joining her on tour, as the guitarist in her band. It was an exciting experience as you had never done anything like this. 
The first night of the show went incredible, the crowd loved it and Reneé was a natural at connecting with her fans. It was a great first experience for you as well, with such a big crowd singing the lyrics back to you. The celebration of a great start of the tour was done in the tour bus on the way to the next show. You, the rest of the band, Alyah, and of course Reneé herself, raised a glass and talked about your favorite moments from the show.
The next day you wake up in a different city, and you all head to the concert hall, to get ready for sound check. It wasn't long until you figured out something was wrong. The backing track wasn't playing, the crew tried everything they could, but wasn't able to get it to work. You saw that Reneé was getting stressed about the situation. Of course, Reneé sang everything live, but the backup vocals were all on the backing track. "We can do it live. I'm sure we have another mic, I can do the backup vocals. If you're okay with that, of course." Reneé thought it was a good idea and after some more rehearsing to get it all right, the stress she was feeling was no longer there. 
“Amsterdam, how is everyone doing tonight?” Reneé asks the crowd as she walks up the stage. The crowd erupts in cheer as she appears and the band starts playing the first notes to Colorado. Reneé turns her head your way at the first lyric you’ll be singing and smiles your way when it goes perfectly. It was the first time doing it infront of a crowd and you’d only practiced for a little bit this morning, so there were still some nerves about the live show but it was going great. The crowd sang every word with Reneé as she interacted with her fans. When the song came to an end, Reneé talked to the crowd again. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight!” The crowd went wild again, you weren’t entirely used to people just screaming back at every single sentence but it was amazing to see how much passion these people had for Reneé. “This show is going to be a little bit different, due to some technical difficulties. But don’t worry, that only means we have a live backup vocalist today. Give it up for y/n on the guitar!” This time the crowd was cheering purely for you, and it felt even more surreal. You wave at the crowd and speak into the microphone. “Also give it up for Reneé, changing everything at the last second isn’t easy.” The sound of clapping, cheering and whistling fills the room.
You continue to play Moon and Everything to Everyone, and everything goes great. However as you start playing the first verse of Too Well, you realize that your mic isn’t working. You signal to the crew to the side, hoping for it to not cost too much distraction, while you keep playing the guitar. A crew member walks up and takes your mic since he can’t fix it on the spot. Reneé looks over and notices what’s happening, knowing that this is the song that has the most backup vocals. She moves your way, while continuing to sing the lyrics. 
It's easier holdin' a grudge
I'd rather be angry than crushed
You missed your first two cues of the song, but Reneé is now standing by your side. You communicate with your eyes only, not interrupting the song. She sings her next line.
I'm doin' too much
And holds the mic up to you to sing your part.
I do too much
You sing the rest of the song like that until your mic gets replaced. And the rest of the set goes on without a hitch. That evening when you’re all back in the tour bus, Alyah wants to show something on her phone to you and Reneé. You sit down together and Alyah plays the TikTok’s that she saw from the show tonight. It’s the moment you and Reneé were singing together during Too Well. “They absolutely loved it. It’s all over my fyp.” She shares. Reneé looks at the phone smiling, an idea is already forming in her head. “Y/n, how would you feel about singing with me on the front of the stage during that song for the next few shows? The crowd clearly loved it, and I thought it was a lot of fun too.” You smile with her, “Yeah, it was really fun. Let's do it!”
Luckily the next day at rehearsals the backing track works just fine, it was probably just the last venue that couldn’t handle it or something. Still for Too Well you decide to cut the backing track and as you play the first note of the song, you move toward Reneé at the front of the stage. The crowd goes crazy, as if they know exactly what is about to happen. You walk up to Reneé and sing the backup vocals in the mic with her. Performing at the front of the stage was a completely different experience, but it was so much fun entertaining the crowd with Reneé. Again the videos were all over TikTok only motivating you to continue, which you did. Every show you got more and more comfortable with each other, which made it easier to sing so close together. Getting to know her better and being so close together made you realize just how much you actually liked her. 
Another show goes by and you’re near the end of the song. You were standing next to Reneé, strumming your guitar, as she moves towards you and puts her arm around your shoulder while she sings.
Can't stop reminiscin'
I heard you're happy somewhere elseAnd you join in on the next line.
But I don't forget too well
For the outro the band stops playing and it’s just you playing the guitar. Reneé lays her head on your shoulder and she sings the last lines.
I get so sick of myself
Can't stop overthinkin'
I heard you're happy somewhere else
But I don't forget too well
Reneé kisses your cheek and says “Thanks babe.” Before she continues the show. With red cheeks you walk back to your spot on the stage. Sure Reneé had a habit of calling people babe, you knew that, still it felt flirty with the kiss. You decided to set it aside for now and focus on playing the right cords. 
When the last song on the setlist has been played, Reneé asks the band to come forward like every night and bow with her. Something about everyone getting the recognition and applause that they deserve was so dear to her from her musical career, that she wanted to continue that at her concerts. You all take the hand of the person next to you and bow together, when everyone lets go of their hands, Reneé keeps holding yours. You walk off stage together and she walks you over to her dressing room. Once inside she turns to you, “Okay, so I don’t want to make anything weird between us, so please tell me if I am crossing a line here, but I really want to kiss you.” She looks at your face for a reaction, making sure to not do anything you’re not comfortable with. “You’re good, I want to kiss you too.” Reneé wastes no time and pulls you in for a kiss.
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myymi · 5 months
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tail wags
Sonic’s ear flicked at the sound of grass rustling behind as he rolled up the two sleeping bags. He was trying to rush so they could get on the move again, having gotten up and moving pretty late today. It had been a lazy morning for the two of them. Instead of running and flying down the road, the two had cuddled up and spent the early sunlight talking about whatever came to mind. Neither of them were really up to being too active today, but the hedgehog knew better than to stay in one spot for too long.
So he forced them up, but let the kid sit out of packing up to stretch his tails before they moved out. It was strange how hard it was to get on his feet this morning, the weight of the kid on his chest more comforting than he ever thought it could be. He didn’t like touching other people. He tried not to let it show around the kid, but physical contact made him want to physically curl away and bolt. He didn’t really get why, but it just wasn’t for him. Or– he thought it wasn’t for him. But somehow that kid managed to blow his mind again. It was insane how often he did that, but he supposes that’s just a trait you have to have in order to keep up with the fastest thing alive. There was more rustling, so Sonic decided to turn around and look at what was the cause of it. His brow furrowed as a confused smile curved his muzzle as he found the cause of the gentle noise.
Tails had his tails pinned against the ground, face scrunched up in annoyance. He hadn’t noticed the tween was looking at him, his attention fully on the two fluffy appendages. His ear flicked a few times, showing he was trying to solve something. "Whatcha doin, bud?" He asked, snorting when the fox jumped. The kit’s ears swiveled before focusing in on Sonic, his head soon turning to look over at him. "My tails aren't listening." He said, lifting a hand to point at his namesakes which allowed one of them to slip free. It started wagging behind him, causing him to huff and reach around to try and catch it. "Whaddya mean they aren't listening?" Sonic asked as he stuffed the sleeping bags into the backpack. It was a tight fit with the two of them, but he learned how to work around it. When they first started traveling together Tails had insisted he slept on the ground, but the tween refused. He lent his to the kid for the first few weeks until he had saved enough money to buy another. Sometimes he would still find loose fox hair in it. "They keep moving when I think about you even though I’m not telling them to!" The fox complained, having successfully recaptured his rogue tail. He held it and the other to his chest, but they still twitched excitedly against him. "Awh, kid.” A fond laugh was pulled out of the older as he walked over to the kid. Tails’ ear flicked as he approached, “They're wagging. Just means you're happy" He explained, reaching down to affectionately muse the kid’s bangs. "But it's never happened before," Tails said, frowning at the appendages. “It’s weird.” “Nah, it’s happened.” Sonic shook his head. He imagined it hasn’t happened much in the kid’s life yet, but he’d definitely caught the twin tails thrashing giddily behind him. “I’ve seen ‘em do it.” That got him to look up, brow furrowed as he soaked up the new information. He was like a little sponge, though squeezing him wouldn’t get him to let go of all the things he’d learned. You’d probably have to pry it straight out of his brain. “What about you? Does your tail ever wag?” The kit asked, head tilting enough to cause his ears to flop over. Sonic shrugged, reaching out to tug at one of the ears despite the swats he received from the younger’s hands. “Sure it does,” He said, snorting when the kid shook his head to free his ear from the hedgehog’s hold which caused it to hit him in the face. “You just haven’t seen it cause it’s small.” “I’ve never seen my tails wag.” Tails pointed out, glancing back at the mentioned appendages. His lips pursed as he considered the new information before turning to look at the tween again and pulled a face. “Are you lying again like you did with the Easter Bunny?” Sonic laughed at that, having forgotten about the times he tried to tell the kid about the usual holiday characters. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t convince the kid things like the Tooth Fairy existed. The first time Tails lost one of his teeth Sonic had tried to swap it out for a few mobiums. It took quite a while to even convince the kid to put it under his pillow, but the promise of mint candy got him to comply. Sonic had done a good enough job at being quiet when sneaking around to his sleeping bag, but no amount of silence could get that tooth without waking the kit up. The second the tween had touched his pillow, Tails shot into a sitting position as if expecting it to have been a badnik. There was just no way to get that kid to believe in them. It didn’t help that he held pretty much all the logic in the world in his tiny, 5 year old brain. Every time Sonic tried to make up a lie for one of Tails’ questions he’d get debunked.
“Nah, this one’s true, keed.” He shook his head, reaching around to poke one of the tails. It twitched in response, “You’re too little to keep all your happiness in ya, which causes your tails to wag.” Sometimes it was odd to teach the kid things outside of breaking badniks. It shouldn’t be. He was 5. He was at the age when kids would go to school to start their journey in learning what they needed to know as they grew up. Tails hummed, searching the older’s face to try and find something that would indicate that he wasn’t telling the truth. “That seems.. weird.” He decided, face scrunching as he tried to work it out in his head. “I have a way to prove it to ya.” Sonic grinned, knowing that Tails would really not like this idea. But curiosity blinded him of the mischief brewing in the older, his head tipping to the side in a silent question. They usually didn’t ask or say things that were obvious in their body language. Neither of them saw the point in it. “Tickling.” His grin widened. He enjoyed messing with the kid, being purposefully dramatic to get any sort of laugh out of him. Really, he just enjoyed hearing it. He wasn’t really sure why, but it was a more calming sound than anything nature could provide. “No!” The fox’s reaction was instant. He was in the air in a second, out of the hedgehog’s reach. Sonic laughed up at him, rising to his feet while holding his hands up in a mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I won’t.” He promised, nodding at the kit to land back down. Tails’ eyes narrowed, but he did as he was told. His feet softly touched the ground a few steps away from the tween for good measure, but it didn’t really matter when you considered the older’s speed. But Sonic was a hedgehog of his word, so instead of poking at the kit he settled for a hair ruffle. His hand was still swatted away with a pout anyway, but the twin tails swayed happily behind the kid. “See?” He pointed at the appendages, smiling as the younger blinked at them. “You just don’t realize when it happens.” Tails considered them for a few moments more before frowning. “I really don’t think they used to do that.” He mumbled, watching as his tails wagged. Sonic frowned as well, how could a kid go so long without ever feeling happy enough for his tails to wag? They shared a silence for a few seconds until the kit suddenly beamed, grinning up at the hedgehog. “Maybe they were broken and you fixed them!” And oh, if that didn’t make his heart swell up in the most painful way. Nothing about this kid was broken. Being born a little different wasn’t a bad thing and he hated that this poor kid had been convinced it was. If anyone was bad or broken it was that stupid village. They were the ones who tormented a child because they didn’t like that he stood out a little. But he didn’t mention it. Tails never did like talking about Westside, so Sonic tried to avoid it whenever he could. “I’unno. Maybe they just now figured it out.” The kid shook his head at that, smile still bright as ever, “They couldn’t have, I didn’t even know they were broken in the first place. Well— I did, but not like that.” “Okay–“ It was Sonic’s turn to shake his head before crouching down to be at eye level with the fox. “They weren’t broken, kiddo. They just needed a second to catch up.” He said, voice firm as he placed a hand on the younger’s shoulder. Tails’ head tilted again as he thought those words over, “..Like me on our runs?” “Exactly!” Sonic grinned, he didn’t even think of making that connection. “Nothin’ wrong with it, they just needed time.” The fox pursed his lips and nodded, satisfied with that answer so the tween ruffled his bangs as he stood back up. With his hands on his hips, he glanced around at what remained of their little campsite.
He had packed up everything, but the light indents in the grass still outlined where everything was. “Speaking of our runs, I think it’s ‘bout time we blow this joint.” He said, turning to look back at the kit with a hand outstretched, “whaddya say, keed?” Tails beamed back, his smaller hand immediately grabbing the older’s with a large smile, “Let’s speed!"
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justagalwhowrites · 4 months
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Yearling - Ch. 20: Healing
Joel recovers from his trip outside of Jackson. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-19 found on Tumblr here.
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut :D. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 
Length: 6.5k 
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“Sweetheart…” 
“Not gonna let you just hurt yourself,” you muttered, bringing Joel a cup of tea and setting it on the side table. 
“Baby.” 
You glared at him and he laughed. 
“Baby, if you saw the shit I’ve survived before,” he said. “Gettin’ shot in the leg is nothing. Really. You don’t need to worry this much.” 
You glared again. 
Even though you knew Joel was right. He was recovering well. You’d seen the scars on his body, he’d survived far worse than a bullet to the leg. 
But, for several torturous hours, you thought you might never see him again. When you’d gotten him back, he was injured and in pain. 
You knew he was trying to act like it wasn’t so bad. From the night he got back he was trying to pretend like it wasn’t that bad. Walking himself to the bathroom just after you got him home was proof that he was going to push himself until he got hurt. You weren’t about to just let him. 
“Hey,” he caught your arm as you passed, fingers closing around your wrist, voice gentle. “I’m OK. Go to the stables. I know it’s killing you, bein’ away from your horses this long. Ellie said she’d come by after school today, not gonna be unsupervised too long.” 
You sighed. Joel wasn’t wrong. You were anxious, having gone the better part of a week since you’d last seen your horses. Olivia came by in the evening and gave you a rundown but it wasn’t the same as being with them yourself. There were still a handful who weren’t well broke yet and you knew they must be backsliding in the days since you’d worked with them. They needed constant repetition at this stage and they weren’t getting it. 
But just the thought of being away from Joel made your stomach twist. The last time he’d been more than a room away from you he’d been shot. The last time he’d been more than a room away from you, he almost never came back. 
“They’ll be fine another day,” you said and Joel sighed before tugging you around in front of him. He lifted your shirt, his hands sliding up to your waist, and he pressed his face to your stomach, breathing you in before pressing his lips to the skin just below your belly button. Your breath hitched and your fingers trailed through his hair. 
“Baby,” he said, his lips brushing your skin. “I will be right here. Not goin’ anywhere. I’ll be fine.” 
“Joel…” 
“Ask Ellie to go by the stable,” he said, kissing you again. “Give you an update.” Another kiss. “Promise I’ll behave.” 
“Almost like you’re trying to get me to leave,” you teased a little and he looked up at you. 
“Baby, I’d love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life at least this close to you,” he pressed another kiss to your stomach. “But don’t want you doin’ it because you’re afraid.” 
You sighed, fingers tangling in his hair. 
“Fine,” you said. “But I swear to God if you try to take those stairs on your own…” 
He smiled against your skin. 
“I’ll be good,” he said. “Now go.” 
You sighed and stepped back from him enough that he let you go and your shirt fell down over your stomach again. You planted your hands on his shoulders and bent enough to look him in the eye. 
“You stay on this fucking couch,” you said, face stern. 
He smiled. 
“I’m stayin’ put,” he said. “Think I’m ready for more than just sitting around though, but we can talk about that more when you get back.” 
You kissed him, gently, trying to keep it from growing too hungry. But it did, Joel’s hand going to the back of your neck, fingers sinking into your hair, moaning into your mouth. You hadn’t expected to want him this much this badly this often. You’d gone years without sex before.  You’d missed it, sure, but it was nothing like this. Not something that left you aching and longing because it had been a week since you’d last had him and that was a week too long.
“Talk about that later, too,” he said pulling away from you, voice needy. “Go to the stables. I’ll be right where you left me.” 
You set your jaw and nodded once, going for the door and giving Joel a last, lingering look before walking through it. 
Olivia was surprised to see you at the stables when you got there, excited to have you back working with the horses that still needed the most help. 
“I’ve been trying to at least do the basics,” she said. “But I can’t stay on ‘em like you can and Pandora threw me yesterday…” 
“Are you OK?” You asked quickly, frowning. 
“Fine,” she waved you off. “And I got right back on ‘er but she caught me off guard. I just can’t do what you can.” 
You nodded and sighed. 
“We really outta fix that,” you said, looking back toward Joel’s. “Can’t have me be the only person here who can reliably break horses.” 
You started with Pandora who was restless in her stall. You saddled her up as she pawed at the ground and huffed, tossing her head, her mane bouncing. 
“You are in rare form young lady,” you muttered, leading her into the paddock and offering her your hand one more time. She sniffed you and huffed before nudging you with her velvet nose. “I’m not goin’ down as easy as Olivia. Better if you just listen up front.” 
She huffed and you came alongside her, putting your boot in the stirrup and pulling yourself up into the saddle. 
Pandora almost immediately rebelled, bucking and making it so you had to grab the saddle to keep from getting thrown. But it was almost a comfort to feel something so out of control near you that you could still manage. That this wild thing was not going to somehow destroy you and all the work that you’d done. 
It took her some time to calm, even after she stopped bucking. You let her get it out of her system, let her thrash and fight and pretend that she was the one in charge, taking you all over the paddock, tossing her head to and fro. But then she stilled, coming to a stop in the middle of the fenced area. 
“You done fussin’?” You asked, brows raised even though you knew she couldn’t see them. “Ready to work? Because I’ve got all the time in the world, young lady. You’re just wasting your time and your energy, not mine.” 
She huffed and scratched at the dirt one more time but then was still. 
“Alright then,” you said. “Let’s go, baby girl.” 
You let your mind go and, for the first time since Joel had left, it didn’t drift to what happened to him out there. You just got lost in your work, in the animal you were training, on your connection to her and how to bring her to heel, how to build her into the best version of herself. 
She was responding well to commands when Ellie came by the stables and you realized, for the first time, just how much time had passed. 
“Hey Kid,” you called as she scaled the fence, perching on the top rail. “Just a second.” 
“Can I try?” She asked as you guided her toward Ellie. 
“Not on her,” you said as Pandora gave a small buck as if to prove your point. 
“I’m good with them, you know,” she said, defensive. 
“Yeah, remember how it felt getting thrown off Samson?” You said, coming to a stop next to her. “Gonna be the same when she throws you, too.” 
She rolled her eyes. 
“Hey,” you said, raising your brows at her. She looked at you. “I know you’re good with them. You’re just not equipped to deal with an unbroke horse. Not yet.” 
She sighed but nodded in that exasperated way teenaged girls do. It made you smile a little at how universal it was. 
“How’s the patient?” You asked 
“He’s good,” Ellie said. “Told me to tell you that he’s in the exact same spot on the couch. Think he’s getting restless, though.” 
“What?” You said, sarcastic. “Joel? Not wanting to sit still? I’m shocked.” 
Ellie laughed and shook her head. 
“Yeah,” she said. “Asshole’s predictable.” 
You smiled. 
“That he is.” 
“Hey, um…” she said after a second, gnawing on her lower lip and bouncing her leg on the fence. “Can I talk to you about something?” 
“Sure,” you frowned. “What’s going on?” 
“With…” she took a deep breath. “With what I told you. About Joel. About me… I know you said I should think about it. About what it would have been like for him and about… about what parents do for their kids and I am. I am trying I just…” She tilted her head back, looking up at the clear blue sky for a moment. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know that I’m doing it right and it’s hard. It’s hard to get back to where we were and to feel like anything is normal and…” 
“Hey,” you said gently as she started choking up. “It’s OK Ellie. It’ll take time. You have a lot of feelings about and that’s OK. Joel will wait for you.” 
She nodded, crying a little. 
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I know… I am really happy he’s OK. I don’t want to think about what might’ve… I’m glad he’s back. And I’m glad he has you. But I just need… I dunno. I need something. I just don’t know what.” 
You weren’t entirely surprised. It’s not like you had a ton of insight into Joel and Ellie’s relationship before their falling out, you just knew how they both interacted with you. And it was very different than how they behaved toward each other. 
Dinner the night after Joel got back gave you a little insight, anyway. Ellie came over as promised and, at first, it was easy. The two hugged, Ellie tried to pretend like she wasn’t emotional, Joel teased her and called her kiddo. 
But it didn’t take long for things to shift. Joel tried to keep it up, the kind of conversation you have with someone you know well and loved deeply. But Ellie shut down after a bit, her jaw getting tight, her fingers rapping against the tabletop. 
Joel didn’t push her, though he did look over at you when she was distracted, seeking some kind of reassurance you weren’t sure you knew how to give. 
“I’ll see you later,” she said, hugging him good bye.
“Lookin’ forward to it,” he smiled and you could hear him trying to keep the emotion from his voice. She smiled a little stiffly and headed for the door but she paused with her hand on the knob, looking back at him. 
“I’m… um…” she paused. “I’m glad you’re back, Joel.” 
He smiled but sniffed as he did. 
“I am too, Kiddo.” 
You were surprised when she came by two days later to check in again, something that must have shown. 
“It’s not better yet,” she said. “But… I do still care about him. I want him to be OK.” 
Ellie hung out at the stable for a while and you sent Olivia home and put Ellie to work mucking stalls and feeding the horses before she haded to meet her friends for dinner at the mess hall. You were just checking one of the hooves on Sergeant, a horse who had been at Jackson a lot longer than you and was favoring one foot, when you heard a familiar sound behind you. 
“Ahem.” 
You sighed, setting Sergeant’s foot down and straightening up, eyes narrowed. 
“Hey, Baby.” 
“What are you doing here,” you glared at Joel who was leaning, with a triumphant grin, on the door to the stall. 
He laughed. 
“Got bored,” he said. “Didn’t like bein’ away from you. Besides, doc said I should be up and moving…” 
“I don’t think Palmer meant walking a mile to the stables.” 
“It’s not even half a mile round trip and you know it,” he shook his head. “Figured I could at least look at ya. Maybe talk you into goin’ to the mess hall for dinner.” 
Your glare deepened. 
“You’re lucky I love you,” you said after a moment. “Because I might strangle you out of frustration otherwise.”
Joel laughed and just watched you finish up your work day before going to dinner.  
Tommy and Maria were at the mess hall with William, Tommy looking pretty healthy all things considered. Maria gave you a tight, watery smile and you realized it was the first time you’d seen her since you’d run from her house in a mad dash for the clinic, desperate to see if your men had made it back alive. You felt a strange kinship with her now, one you hadn’t been entirely aware of before. 
“Good to see you,” she said, William squirming on her lap. 
“You too,” you smiled a little. 
Things felt almost normal by the time you started walking back to Joel’s, even as he tried to hide his grimace from the pain. 
“See why I didn’t think this was a good idea?” You said, almost smug, as Joel’s limp got more pronounced as you got closer to the house. 
“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Baby,” he said, a little breathless. “Doin’ just fine.” 
“Uh huh,” you said. “Can lean on me if you want.” 
“Nah,” he panted. “Don’t need it.” 
You rolled your eyes but stayed where he could reach you if he changed his mind. He waved off your help at the stairs at his porch, too, making it up on his own. 
“See?” He said as he sat on the couch, breaths still heavy but smirking proudly. “Told you I’d be fine.” 
“Joel.” 
“Bambi.” 
He smiled a little. You rolled your eyes. 
“You be OK if I get cleaned up?” You asked. “Need anything?” 
“Don’t need a damn thing,” he was still smiling. “Promise I’ll stay put. For real this time.” 
“You’d better.” 
He kept his word and he was stretched out on the couch reading when you got back, wearing one of Joel’s shirts that smelled pleasantly like him and a pair of his pajama pants. You crossed your arms, and leaned against the door to the hall, looking at him for a moment. He looked at you over the top of his book before he set it face down on his stomach. 
“You gonna just stand there?” 
“Thinking about it.”
He smiled.
“Why don’t you put a movie on,” he said. “Sit with me.” 
You picked something - you didn’t pay very close attention to what it was - before arranging yourself around Joel and pressing yourself close to him. 
The past week had felt a lot like when you’d first come to Jackson. You found yourself feeling overwhelmed a lot, hyper aware of the smallest things. Even now, everything outside of Joel was a dull roar, a jumble of sound and light that you had a hard time untangling. It had gotten better as you saw him improve and had the evidence that he was alive and mostly well right in front of you. You were able to focus when Ellie came by and your day at the stables had been surprisingly easy all things considered. But now that you were against him again, you couldn’t make sense of what existed outside of him. You put an arm over him and held him close, pressing yourself against him, your head against his chest where you could hear his heartbeat. You focused on it, the steady and strong rhythm of him in time with his breathing. You held onto it like a talisman, taking him into your lungs and letting him overwhelm you. You’d fallen into him so much, so focused on his small signs of life, that it took you a second to realize that he was talking to you. 
“What?” You frowned, pulling your face enough from his chest that you could see him. 
“Wondering if you’re OK,” he said gently. 
“I’m fine.” 
“Bambi.” 
You took a deep, shaky breath. 
“I meant when I said I couldn’t handle losing you,” you said. “And I know you’re OK and you’re here but… being away from you made me nervous. Just need a minute. Watch the movie.” 
He cupped your face gently, eyes searching yours. 
“Don’t need to watch the movie,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Just need to be close to you.” 
You just looked at him for a moment, memorizing the way the color of his irises shifted, the freckles on his skin, the pattern of grays and browns and blacks in his beard. Your hand curved over his bicep, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric of his shirt. 
You would have been happy to just be close to him, breathe the same air as him for a bit, but Joel closed the distance between the two of you, his nose brushing your own, mouth pressing against yours. 
It was the kind of kiss you’d shared with Joel before leaving the house that day, something hot and needy and longing behind his lips. The arm that was beneath you pressed your body tighter to him, his hand finding the small of your back and tilting your hips so you could feel the hardness of him through his jeans. 
“Joel,” you breathed, heart beating out a frantic rhythm against your ribs. “Is this…” 
“Told you I was ready for more than just sittin’ around,” he said, his voice needy. 
He kissed you again before you had a chance to protest and you let yourself be absorbed by him for a moment, by the feel of his body on yours, the way you craved him that you’d never craved anyone else. 
But you forced yourself to pull your mouth away from his but still close enough that your lips brushed against his when you spoke. 
“Don’t want to hurt you…” 
“Not gonna hurt me, Baby,” he said gently. “Lemme take you to bed.” 
You were already damn near drunk on him, on breathing the same air as him, on smelling his skin and tasting his tongue. You didn’t need much convincing. 
“OK.” 
You followed Joel up the stairs, him going slow but making it just fine. He pressed you against the wall on the top landing, his body tight to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth as your arms went around his neck. 
“Should be proud of me for holding out this long,” he said, breathless, as he trailed his lips from your own to your throat. “Should really get an award, having you in my bed every night and not touchin’ you…” 
“Think you were just afraid of getting shot down,” you said, rocking your hips against his almost involuntarily. 
“I know when to push my limits,” he said, making his way down to your chest. “Besides, still showing plenty of restraint.” 
“This is restraint?” You asked, incredulous. 
He pulled away from you enough to look you in the eye. 
“Didn’t carry you to bed, now, did I?” He asked. “That’s called restraint, Baby.” 
He didn’t give you a chance to argue. Instead, he took your hand and led you to his bedroom. He tugged your shirt over your head and let out an almost pained sigh when he did. 
“Are you…” You began, reaching for him. But he caught your wrist in his large hand, his eyes on your chest. 
“I never want to go this long without undressing you again,” he said, tugging his own shirt over his head before pulling your body flush with his. You moaned at the feel of his skin on yours. You couldn’t help it, he was so firm but soft, his skin like silk stretched taut over his hardened muscle. He guided you back to the bed until you all but fell backwards on it and he bent to take off your pants and underwear. 
“Do gotta ask a favor,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans. You nodded. “Probably shouldn’t try to move you around myself so get in the middle of the bed for me?” 
You smiled a little but obeyed. 
“You can just ask me to move when you’re not injured too, you know.” 
He smirked as he shoved his pants and underwear down. The white bandage on his leg glaring at you even as he worked his thick, hard cock. 
“Now where’s the fun in that?” 
Joel maneuvered himself - far more carefully than usual though you were too needy now to try to stop him - so that his shoulders were below your thighs. You frowned as he planted a kiss below your belly button. 
“Joel…” 
“Think I still owe you an orgasm from the other night,” he cut you off. “Intend to make it worth the wait.” 
He trailed his mouth over your skin, brushing tenderly over your scars before his thumb brushed your clit, making your whole body shudder. He smiled a little. 
“Almost like you’ve been needing this as much as me,” his breath was hot against you and you just moaned and nodded, not entirely sure if he was even looking at you to see it. 
The tip of his tongue barely brushed your clit and your hips chased the sensation of it as he pulled back. 
“Oh you are needy,” he said, thumb pressing against your sensitive nub and working you in short, aching circles. “Don’t worry sweetheart. Take good care of you.” 
With that, he took your clit into his mouth with a wet, desperate suck, making you gasp and your back arch. He lapped at you, the warmth of him surrounding your bud while he worked you with his tongue. He ate at you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, opening you up to him before moving to your tight center, slipping two fingers into you. 
“Fuck, Joel!” Your fingers twisted in his blankets, your back arched, hips rocking against his face. 
He didn’t seem to mind. If anything it seemed to spur him on, licking you harder, fucking into you deeper, fingers curving into the soft spot of your insides and adding the most delicious pressure as they moved within you. 
Your orgasm was building fast, days of being untouched drawing all your want easily to the surface. It didn’t take long before you came with a strangled cry and he worked you through it, sucking you gently, fingers continuing to find their path inside you as your core fluttered and gushed around him. When your body went limp on the bed, he pressed a kiss to your dripping hole, dipping his tongue ever so slightly inside, before carefully moving up the bed so he was lying beside you. He reached an arm out to you, his hand splaying wide over your bare stomach as you turned your head to look at him, still panting for breath. 
“Trust me?” He asked, his grip on your skin tightening. You could only nod, body still limp from the force of your orgasm. He guided you onto your side so you were facing away from him and, before you had the chance to question it, he adjusted your top leg so your core was exposed to him. He pulled you back against him and you felt his hard length brush against your wet heat. He buried his face in your neck, his arms around you as he held you, tight and desperate. He rocked his hips so that the head of him slid along your slit and he whimpered against your skin as your hand flew back to take hold of his hip just to have part of him you could clutch onto. 
“Fuck Baby,” he groaned, voice muffled as he pressed himself closer to you. “Need inside you, please, please let me inside you…” 
“Don’t…” you took a shaky, shuddering breath, trying to steady yourself. You pressed back against him anyway. “Don’t want you to hurt yourself, Joel, and…” 
“Won’t get hurt Baby, promise I won’t,” he brushed his lips over the tender flesh of your throat. “Fuck, I need you…” 
“Need you, too,” you breathed, adjusting your hips so that the next slide of his cock caught at your entrance and he started to slide inside. He moaned in relief, his hand going to the base of your stomach and adjusting you as he sank further into you until his hips were flush against you. He stilled inside of you and you could feel him breathing, feel his heart beat through his skin. 
“Fuck!” He panted, holding himself deep inside. “Fuck, I missed you so much, Baby. So fucking much.” 
You could only moan in response, pressing your body back against his. His hand slipped down the front of you to the apex of your thighs, finding your sensitive clit there and brushing it gently, making your pussy tighten around him. 
“Don’t think I’m gonna last long,” he kissed your neck, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He moaned in response. “You feel too damn good, Baby.” 
You didn’t care. Your entire being was drawn achingly tight, desperate to find release, but Joel just kept winding you tighter and tighter. He fucked into you slow and hard, finishing each thrust with a forceful push that pressed his head against the most tender parts of you as he worked your swollen, overwrought bud. Your nails sank into the flesh of his hip, you couldn’t help it, and you turned your head to try to reach him. His mouth found yours, his lips desperate on yours as your orgasm drew closer and closer, until you could feel it in every nerve ending and you knew it couldn’t build anymore. 
It was like the band of pleasure snapped and it all went rushing in molten heat to the very core of you, your channel rippling and pulsing over him and you couldn’t help but pant and gasp for breath, not able to keep kissing him. 
Joel fucked you through it, pressing hard and deep with every stroke. 
“There we go, Baby,” he panted. “Fuck, coming so good for me, all over me, doing so good Baby, feel so good, oh fuck, fuck!” 
He pushed as deep has he could reach and his hand pressed you back against him so you could feel him everywhere as he came undone inside of you. You were so tight around him as your body throbbed that you felt every pulse of him, every pump of come into you. 
The two of you went slack at the same time, Joel’s lips in your hair as you lay in his loose grip, his body soft and pliant against your own. 
“Christ I missed you,” he said softly.
You laughed a little. 
“Didn’t hurt you?” You asked. 
He laughed a bit, too. 
“No, Sweetheart,” he said gently. “Didn’t hurt me.” 
You adjusted slightly, pressing yourself back against him, needing to be somehow closer even though he was still inside of you. But that didn’t seem to matter. You doubted there was anything that would ever make you close enough to Joel. Even as you fell asleep there, in his arms and his bed with his cock still inside of you. 
***
Joel really was not sure what you had in mind for him at the stables. 
At breakfast that morning, he’d tried to use the night before as justification for being ready to take on lighter duties around Jackson. Joel had sat still for long enough. He didn’t like feeling useless and he felt pretty damn useless right then. The fact that he was still able to make you come was about the only thing making him feel even halfway decent about his current activity level. 
“Don’t you think you’re pushing it?” You frowned at him over your morning cup of tea. 
“Think I’ll be pushin’ my sanity if I stay on the damn couch much longer,” he replied. 
You rolled your eyes at him in that exasperated way he had come to love - he was ready to find a way to make you roll your eyes like that at him every day for the rest of his life - but thought for a moment. 
“Make you a deal,” you said, setting your mug down. “I’ll shut the fuck up about you starting back working if you come by the stable this afternoon and help me out with something.” 
“Think I can make room in my incredibly busy schedule for that,” he smiled a little, taking a sip from his own mug. 
The walk to the stable was longer than he remembered it being, even just a day earlier. He probably had pushed it a bit the night before. But he’d been desperate for you, so fucking desperate. It felt damn near impossible to even consider not fucking you, it was a need in the absolute keenest sense. He couldn’t bear to be apart from you in that moment, even being separated by fabric and skin was too much. 
So he’d risked it. Hoping that you were at least half as needy for him as he was for you. He might be paying for it now but fuck if it wasn’t worth it. 
You were working with one of the new horses - Joel couldn’t remember this one’s name - when he got there. He leaned against the fence - happy to have something to take the weight off his aching leg - and just watched you for a moment. The horse was restless, fighting you all the way, and Joel watched you give her space to buck and thrash before soothing and calming her. You were completely absorbed, like you hadn’t even seen Joel come up. He was fine with that, though. Appreciated getting to see you in your most natural element, watching you in your power. 
“There now,” you said, voice gentle and soothing as the horse pawed at the earth. “See, you’re OK. Told you I’d take care of you.” 
You started guiding her around the pen and you spotted Joel as you came around, a broad smile breaking over your perfect face. 
“How’s that leg?” You asked, guiding the horse toward him. “Think you’re up for a little work?” 
“Fine,” he smiled. “Told you, I’m ready to get back to it.” 
“Good,” you said, smiling a little bigger as you looked over Joel’s shoulder. “Because I’ve got a job for the two of you.” 
Joel frowned, turning to see Ellie walking up, her hands stuffed in her jeans pockets. 
“What do you mean the two of us?” Ellie frowned. 
“Well,” you said. “When I was here yesterday, I saw one of the horses is damn near ready to throw a shoe. Others are due for a change. I gotta focus on the feral horses, they’ve backslid quite a bit…” the horse you were on bucked once, as if to prove your point, but you stayed on. Joel couldn’t help but smile at it. You were so damn good he’d have been happy to watch you work all day. “I need to get them to well broke and can’t afford to spend a day shoeing horses. But Ellie, you’ve been sayin’ you want to do more with the horses and Joel, I’m guessing you know well enough how to shoe a horse. You can show her and she can help you manage the horses while you’re hurt.”  
You looked at Joel, a small smile playing on your lips. 
He knew what you were trying to do and he wanted to kiss you for it. Making it so he and Ellie would spend time together, him teaching her like he’d done with so many other things, when she might actually be willing to spend the time with him. 
“C’mon,” you said. “I’ve got you set up in the stable. We’ll see what you can get done today.” 
You dismounted and led the way to inside, to a spot with stools and a stack of horseshoes, nails, tools and a pair of hammers. 
“Do I need to walk you through it?” You asked as you got the first horse and brought it over. 
“Think we’ll be OK,” Joel gave you a small smile. 
“Then I’ll leave you to it,” you gave the two of them a nod before starting back toward to the paddock. 
“Hold on,” Ellie called after you. Joel watched her run over and she lowered her voice but he still heard her. “Is this really what you need me doing? Because…” 
“You want to do more with the horses or not, Kid?” You asked, brows raised. “Not all fun and games. Horses need new shoes every six weeks or so, gotta learn it sometime if you’re serious. You serious? Or you just want to learn how to not get thrown off a bucking horse because it looks cool?” 
“I’m serious,” she muttered, rolling her eyes before going back toward Joel. 
He tried to not let the small hurt show. He didn’t want to push her, didn’t want to guilt her. The fact that she’d come by since he’d been back, that she’d seemed to be taking what you’d told her to heart, meant everything to Joel. As much as he wanted to wave a magic wand and have everything be OK, he knew it would take time. Ellie was hurting. He didn’t blame her for that. He was sure that he’d done the right thing but she was so desperate for her immunity to mean something, to be the panacea for all of humanity’s ills even beyond the infection, that he shouldn’t have been surprised at her rage. It would take her a while to get through it. He would be patient, he would wait for her. For as long as she needed, he would wait for her. 
She sighed stood near Joel, her arms crossed. 
“Hey Kiddo,” he smiled up at her. “Good to see ya.” 
She nodded for a second. 
“You too,” she said. “How… how’s the leg?” 
“Fine,” he shrugged. “Had worse.” 
“Yeah,” she laughed a little. “Yeah, I remember.” 
He laughed back. He never thought he’d be laughing about getting stabbed in the gut with a hunk of wood and almost dying of infection on the floor of an abandoned basement but the end of the world did weird things to you. 
“So,” she said after a moment. “Heard you can tell me how to shoe a fuckin’ horse.” 
“Yeah,” Joel nodded. “Think I can.” 
He lifted the horse’s hoof and rested it on his good leg. 
“Alright,” he said. “First thing we gotta do is take off the old shoe…” 
He walked her through it step by step, Ellie falling into learning the way she always had. Her gaze was bright and exacting, picking up everything he did. When he pulled out the hoof pick to clean up the foot, she crinkled her nose and pulled back. 
“Oh ugh,” she said. “Fucking gross, man…” 
Joel smiled a little. 
“Yeah, that’s why you clean it out before you put the new shoe on. It’s not healthy to put a shoe on with all that shit in there…” 
Once the first hoof had a new shoe, he moved on to the next, having Ellie tell him what to do. He’d done the same thing with her once, when teaching her how to dress an animal, back when it was just the two of them. Things had been simpler then, before the Fireflies had tried to kill her, before he had to understand what her loss would do to him. 
Ellie did the third hoof almost all on her own, needing a little help from Joel to remind her to do things like watching out for the frog when cleaning out the hoof or the importance of knowing where to stop when trimming the hoof. 
“OK,” Ellie said after she finished her second shoe. “This is pretty fucking cool.” 
“Make a cowgirl of you yet,” Joel teased a little but she smiled, proud. 
“Yeah,” she said. “Just might.” 
The two of them had fallen into the most comfortable cadence they had in years when you came in from the pen, taking the saddle off your horse and putting it away. 
“How’s it going in here?” You asked, taking the bit and bridle off the horse, too, before putting it in its stall. 
“Pretty fuckin’ cool,” Ellie said as she finished tapping a nail in on a shoe. “Look at this shit! I can shoe a horse!” 
“Yes you can,” you smiled a little. “Who knew, right?”
You watched Ellie finish up the last hoof on the horse they were working on before leading it back into its stall. You leaned against the wall next to them as they got the tools picked up, your arms crossed. 
“So,” you said. “Y’all hungry? Because I’m starving.” 
Joel looked over at Ellie, waiting or her response. 
“I could eat a… well, not a horse,” she said. “But a cow most definitely.” 
You laughed and the two of you looked at Joel, Ellie looking just as expectant as you were. He felt a pinch of tears behind his eyes that he tried not to give into. 
“Yeah, let’s…” he took a breath. “Let’s head to the mess hall.” 
Ellie was still Ellie during dinner, giving him shit and laughing with you, talking about school that week, saying her stupid puns. It felt so normal, like this was how it was supposed to be, just the three of you doing the most typical stuff in the world. Going to work, having dinner, walking home when it was done. The most natural thing in the world. Like it was always supposed to be the three of you like him and Ellie had just been waiting for you to show up, too. He loved it. 
“So how many horses did you get through?” You asked as the three of you walked back toward Joel’s. 
“Just four,” Ellie sighed. “Still got a lot more that need the work.” 
“Well, the two of you can just come by again tomorrow if you’re up for it,” you shrugged. “Keep chippin’ away at it.” 
Joel glanced at Ellie, waiting to see what she said. 
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I can do that.” She looked to him. “Joel?” 
He cleared his throat to keep the fact that he was damn near ready to cry to himself. 
“Yeah,” he said. “Sounds good, Baby Girl.” 
She smiled. 
“Cool.” 
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Like I Can - Pt. 2
Pt. 1 / Pt. 3
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Mel…what are you doing here?” You ask, despite your phone still held to your ear. Barb hastily telling you to call her if you need her before she hangs up underneath your own speaking.
“What am I doin’ here? What the hell d'ya think? You don't answer your phone, Barb said you went home with somebody last night and she couldn't get a hold of ya. I thought I told you ‘bout not makin’ me think ya went and got yourself murdered, huh?”
You lower your phone from your ear. Your arms cross to match Melissa's own stance as she glares at you. “As you can see I'm perfectly fine; not that me goin’ home with somebody is your business anyway.”
“You had me and Barb worried sick!”
Your mouth opens to retort the redhead once more but you're cut off before you can speak. “Uh…hi.” Your date from last night is shyly speaking, her head peeking out from the doorway of your bedroom.
You watch Melissa's eyebrows raise as she realizes your date is still here.
“Shit.” You sigh again. The hand not holding your phone rubbing your forehead. When you'd been gearing up to argue with Melissa you'd momentarily forgot the brutal hangover you're fighting. Until now. This is too much to deal with at once.
Your manners override your hangover and annoyance with Melissa. Your hand drops away from your forehead, your focus turning to the woman of last night as she steps out of your bedroom. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I know we had a late night.”
With a smile she's waving your apology away. She looks ten times more put together than you feel. You guess she'd gotten dressed when she first heard Melissa, more than likely. “Don't worry about it. You know how to get a hold of me.” She says easily. She drops a kiss to your cheek before letting herself out.
You see the glare Melissa gives her silently as she passes her to leave. It makes you send her one of your own. Though it takes until the door is shut behind your guest before the redhead looks back to you.
“Don't look at me like that!” She says as soon as she notices.
You roll your eyes. “I'm not a teenager, Melissa. I don't have a curfew nor do I owe you notices of where I am or who I'm with.”
“You do when you got yourself with a stranger!” She counters, her hands briefly waving in front of her in her disbelief at your arguing.
“Whatever.” You grumble as your head pounds. You don't want to deal with a hangover and an upset Melissa and the sudden burning that old knife wound in your chest is suddenly doing. “As you can see; I'm fine. We can argue about the rest of the details another time.”
You expect her to leave after that. You're both far from calmed down or happy about the situation. Plus, you'd really like to go back to bed for a while until you hopefully feel a modicum like a regular human again. Instead, Melissa is stepping past you into your kitchen.
“What are you doing?”
Melissa sends you another glare over her shoulder as she blindly begins pulling out some of your cookware. You ignore the reminder that she knows your kitchen as well as her own without even looking. Even though you don't really remember the last time she was here.
“Sit down.” She says, like you're in her house. “I'll make breakfast.”
“I'm really not—”
“If you don't eat, the hangover is just gonna get worse. Sit down.”
Reluctantly, you sit at your small kitchen table. Normally, you’d be watching Melissa as she cooked. You usually did. Yes, because you were attracted to her. You could admit that much to yourself now. Though that was merely a bonus. Watching Melissa cook was as fun as watching her teach. Her passion couldn't be hidden when she did either. Plus, the way she could move with ease through every step of any recipe was always worth watching. It was her own kind of dance. Especially her knife work.
Today, you're pressing your head onto your arms on the table. Even without your kitchen light on, lit only by the natural light from your window, it's too bright. You jump after a few minutes when something cold pressed to the back of your neck. Your hand reaches for what is there, freezing when your fingers find the warmth of Melissa’s knuckles.
“Cold washcloth.” Her voice murmurs in explanation. “Might take the edge off before the food does the rest.”
She stood next to you for another moment or two. Your fingertips at her knuckles. Her hand holding the cloth in place. You hold your breath without meaning to, waiting for her to speak again. You don't let yourself look up at her. The knife in your chest feels like it's on fire. You don't think you could handle it turning if you looked at her now.
After a drawn out moment, her hand pulls away from beneath yours. She leaves you to hold the cool cloth to your neck as she steps back to your stove to finish cooking. You stay in your place, head buried to your arms, hand holding a cloth to your neck. You stay there until you feel your breathing even out again. Only then do you brace yourself and sit up, blinking at the light again. At least, the smell of bacon and eggs isn't making you nauseous now. It's only a minute later Melissa is setting a full plate in front of you, along with a glass of water and ibuprofen.
“Thank you.” You murmur as she takes the seat across from you. She hasn't made any for herself. You assume she's had breakfast already. You know better than to hesitate in eating even if she doesn't have food. You know she'd gladly stare you down until you ate anyway.
She reaches across the table, taking the now room temperature cloth that you had set down on the table in order to eat. She holds it between both of her hands, idly moving it around in her fingers. It's unusual to see Melissa fidget. You don't have a better word for what she's doing now. Fidgeting. Like she's nervous. You don't think you've ever seen Melissa Schemmenti nervous.
“How was she?”
You cough around a bite of toast, taking a sip of water. “What?” you'd heard her fine. You just aren't certain why she's asking at all.
“The girl.” Her head nods backwards toward your front door. “The woman.” She corrects a moment later, like she's heard herself and didn't like how it sounded. “How was she?”
You blink from over your fork of eggs at Melissa across the table. You'd made sure whenever you were her wing woman she thought you'd gone home with someone. Both to keep her from abandoning her own plans if she felt bad leaving you alone and to keep from letting her know you were alone. Partly afraid she'd think you lame or boring when you had first met. Partly to avoid her asking why once you knew each other better. Melissa had never asked you. Not one time how any of your dates were. Until now.
“Why?” You can't help blurting out. “I mean, you've never asked me about any of the others before.”
Melissa scoffs, briefly looking away from you before looking back again. “C’mon, Hon, I ain't stupid. You never went home with anybody else before.”
You stutter for a moment, a few different answers started and not getting past a syllable or two before you start again. “Yes, I did.” You finally say.
Melissa only raises an eyebrow at you. Silently daring you to lie to her again.
“What was all that don't get murdered lecture for then if you knew I didn't?”
She shrugs. Her fingers are still picking at the washcloth. “You didn't wanna talk about it. So I didn't ask. I played along. I figured if you ever felt like it you'd tell me.”
Her head tilts slightly toward her shoulder. “And I meant it when I told you to always tell me you got home safe. You don't have to go on a date with a stranger to get murdered, y’know.”
Your eyes roll to your ceiling, biting the eggs from your fork in lieu of answering.
Melissa sighs, her hands planting onto the kitchen table with fingers still grasping the cloth. “You didn't answer the question, though. How was she?”
“Mel, I don't want to get into it.”
“So she was either really good or really bad.”
“Stop,” you groan. “You know I hate getting into the details. I never wanted to hear about yours and I don't want to talk about mine.”
“I never got why.”
“Why what?”
“Why the details of my dates and all bothered you so much. You ain't a prude. I've definitely made you laugh with a dirty joke or two before. You didn't mind hearing about Barb and Gerald.”
“Barb did not get into details and you know it.”
“She told you plenty for ya to fill in the lines!” She retorts. “I could barely say a guy's name and you'd practically plug ya ears.”
“I just don't need to know that!”
“You don't gotta tell me details. But was she good?”
“Melissa! Why does it matter?”
“It just does! If you're gonna finally have some dates then they better be treating you right and to a damn good time!”
“Or what,” You start as you get up to put your dishes into the sink. “You're gonna get your bat?”
“Maybe I would. I'd have to set straight whatever woman isn't pleasing you right.”
You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, rinsing your plate to buy yourself time before you have to face her again. When you begin to turn you slow in your movements. Melissa is standing behind you.
Her eyes quickly find your own as your back presses into the edge of the sink counter. Her hands rest on the counter at either side of you, trapping you to the spot though there remains a bit of space between you.
“She did take care of you, didn't she?”
It takes you a long beat to be able to answer. Melissa’s eyes are locked onto yours. Her seriousness etched into her features. Her perfume lightly hitting your senses when you inhale through your nose. If she took a step forward she'd be pressed against you, a step and a half she'd be pushing you back into the sink.
Your fingers itch to release the sink and grip her forearms. Your chest aches for you to admit the truth, consequences of the confession be damned. Your lungs burn as your breath shortens.
“She was fine.” You finally manage to answer.
“Fine.” Melissa echoes. She shakes her head. “You deserve better than just fine, Y/N.”
Daring her to be better than just fine is on the tip of your tongue. You manage to hold it back. “Maybe next time.” You mutter.
As quickly as you ended up so close, Melissa steps back again. “Next time I'm your wingwoman and not Barb. Unless you're really looking for somebody to go to church with.”
“Maybe.” You repeat. “I'm really not looking for a bunch of dates or one night stands.’
Melissa raises a brow but smirks at you. “Oh, so I gotta really play cupid, huh? Find you somebody to stick around?”
“No, no. Really. I'm fine with how things are now.” You lie quickly. You're not. The feeling of your chest constricting the longer Melissa teases you about this is proof enough. Still, you're more fine with how things are than if Melissa made good on what she's saying she'll do. Or worse, if she knew.
“Alright, alright. I'll stop messing with ya.” Melissa says, taking pity. “You still look a little like death warmed over so I won't push too much. Today, anyhow.”
“Thank you. For having mercy and for breakfast.”
She waves your thanks away. “It's what I'm here for. Did you record housewives? We can watch that. I know it puts you to sleep and I can catch up.”
You don't have the energy to keep dodging or arguing, so you gladly agree. You end up leaning heavily into Melissa's side on your couch. You drift even as Melissa loudly criticizes someone on screen, her hand waving at the television before her arm lands around your shoulders to keep you at her side.
“You didn't scare the poor girl, did you?” Barb asks softly as Melissa settles into her seat next to her in the break room. She saw her friend in the morning but decided to wait until lunch to ask her about checking in on you. A Monday Morning wasn't the best time to ask Melissa much of anything.
Melissa scoffs as she takes the lid off her container. “Please. I couldn't scare Y/N if I tried.”
“I meant her date.”
“Who cares if I scared her?” The redhead says as she stabs a fork full of pasta. She rolls her eyes at the look Barb gives her. “No. I didn't scare her but Y/N said she ain't lookin’ for anythin’ anyhow.”
Barbara blinks a moment. “Well. It sure seemed she was last weekend.”
“She scratched the itch. Must be fine for a while now.” Melissa says.
Barbara does her the courtesy of not pointing out how frustrated she sounds. Melissa ensures the courtesy is bypassed though as she continues.
“I asked how she was and Y/N just said it was fine.” Melissa says after swallowing her bite, the irritation slowly spreads across her features and creeps into her voice. Her fork stabs a little harder. “Just fine, you believe that? I dunno why she'd settle. She could snag any bimbo in any bar any day of the week.”
“Y/N is hardly interested in bimbos.” Barbara says evenly. Calmly piercing her salad with her own fork as she watches Melissa from the corner or her eye.
“Well that chick from last weekend didn't look Ivy League.”
“Melissa, please.”
“What? You and I both know she could do better.”
“Better as in with you?” Barbara says as casually as anything else.
“Yes!” Melissa answers instantly. A moment later what Barbara said catches up to her. Her hand freezes mid fork stab, the prongs pressing into the plastic of her container.
“I mean, no!” The hand not gripping her fork lightly slaps Barb on the shoulder. “Why would you even say that?”
“Because it's what you meant to say.” Barbara answers matter of factly.
“It is not!”
“No? Then why are you suddenly so concerned with who Y/N takes home? You were ready to storm over there with your bat when I told you.”
“You said she didn't answer!”
“And you didn't know that when you told me if her date was still there you'd chase them out with your bat and a promise if they did anything to hurt Y/N you'd call one of your guys.”
“I—” Melissa stutters, suddenly tossing her fork into her container. She shoves the lid on and all but throws it back into the fridge. “You don't know what youre talkin’ ‘bout, Babs.” She grumbles as she storms out of the break room and back toward her classroom.
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kaleldobrev · 6 months
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Lookin’ at the Stars
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Pairing: Beau Arlen x Mom!Reader
Summary: Beau takes you and your daughter out on a special family date to look at the night sky
Original Prompt: Requested by @deansbbyx | I don’t think Beau Arlen gets a lot of love so I was thinkin som fluffy family fic with him and reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: A whole lot of fluff
Authors Note: So this is my first time writing for Beau and I hope I was able to do his character justice! | Thanks to my lovely friend @thatonewriter15 for beta reading this for me | I hope this came out just as fluffy as you were hoping my friend! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡
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You woke up groaning to the sound of your alarm. 6am on the dot. For as long as you could remember you’ve never been a morning person; but that quickly changed once you had Amelia — your daughter who, despite being a pain in your side sometimes and thinks she’s attached to your hip, is honestly one of the best things that’s ever happened to you.
Once you had her, you had to become a morning person much to your dismay. In the beginning it was hard as prior to having her you never got up before 9am as you worked afternoon shifts — there was simply no reason to get up at 6 or 7am. But once the two of you developed a routine it became easier; the two of you working as teammates.
But today, for some reason, it felt even harder for you to get up. You felt drained, your eyes were still heavy, all you wanted more than anything was to get back to sleep. Your alarm went off again and you tried your hardest not to throw your phone across the room. With another groan, you shut off your alarm and got out of bed slowly, the hardwood flooring of your apartment felt cold against your feet. As soon as your feet touched the wood there was a knock on the door. Another groan left your lips; Amelia jumped out of bed and started running down the hall.
“Don’t worry mommy I got the door!” She beamed, her little feet smacking against the wood.
“Mel, let mom get the door okay?” You said, rushing out your bedroom door.
“But what if it’s —”
“It’s not him Sweetheart. He doesn’t come over this early you know that.” You said, and her face dropped. “Don’t be sad Sweetie. I know you want to see him, I want to too. But we’re probably not going to see him until later when he’s done with work.”
“At the Sheriffs office!” Amelia said, happy with herself that she remembered.
“Yes, at the Sheriffs office.” You smiled, slightly praising her.
Another knock came at the door and there was a part of you that was getting a little mad at the persistentness. It was 6 in the morning — who could possibly be coming at this hour? “Special delivery!” You knew that voice from anywhere, and it a matter of seconds that annoyance you had melted away.
Amelia looked at you, hands on her hips. “Told you it was your boyfriend!” She said, sticking her tongue out at you. You stuck your tongue out at her back, and she couldn’t help but giggle. Once opening the door you didn’t even have a chance to greet your boyfriend before Amelia was running past you to get to him. “Beau!” She called, and without warning jumped into his arms.
Not fully prepared for her to do that, the bag of what you assumed to be food almost fell out of his hands as he wrapped his arms around her, making sure she didn’t fall out of his arms. “Hey Kiddo,” he said, his voice in a similar joyful tone as hers was in. “How we doin’ this mornin’?” He asked, his accent a little bit more prominent than usual.
Amelia looked at him, her arms around his neck. “Good now that you’re here!” She beamed — you couldn’t help but agree with her answer.
Beau looked at you and smiled, and you couldn’t help but look at the two of them; happy that he had taken an instant liking to Amelia (and vice versa). “How about you darlin’?”
“You know I’m always happy to see you.” You grinned.
“You better be. Because I come bearing gifts.” He stated holding up a white paper bag.
“If that gift is food you are more than welcome to come inside.” You teased. “Let me take that since you’re too busy with your favorite.” You said, gently tickling your daughter in her side as she wriggled.
“Mom! Stop!” She laughed.
“Okay, okay.” You said kissing her on the cheek. “And one for you,” you said as you gave him a quick peck.
“Gross!” Amelia said.
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“So, what brings you here so early? You never come this early.” You said, taking a sip of your orange juice.
“I uh, I took the day off actually.” He said, and you couldn’t help but look at him with disbelief.
“You? You took the day off?” You asked. “You never do that.”
“Yeah well, first time for everything.” He said. “Jenny insisted.”
“Ah.” Was all you said before taking a giant bite out of your breakfast wrap.
“I like her. She’s always so nice to me. And her hair is really pretty.” Amelia chimed in, mouth full of waffles. “Mommy when are you going to hang out with her again?”
“Probably this weekend Sweetheart. But we have to see, you know how busy she can be.” You stated; Amelia’s face dropped. “But I’m sure as soon as I mention you she’ll try and rush over.” You winked, causing her to smile. “You know how much she adores you.”
“Oh she sure does.” Beau let out a small chuckle. “I was thinking, you two don’t have any plans today right? Well, besides school for this one.”
“Not that I can think of. Why? What did you have in mind?” You asked curious.
“I was thinking, if you two are up for it, we could find a nice empty field somewhere, take some chairs, make some food, make a fire, watch the night sky.” He said, his voice sounding a tad nervous. It almost sounded more nervous than it did when he initially asked you out on your first date a few months ago.
“So camping without the camping?” You clarified.
“Essentially yes.” He said. “Think of it as a…family date night.”
“Family date night?” You smiled, loving the sound of that.
“That sounds like fun!” Amelia almost yelled. The only reason it didn’t come out as a yell was because her mouth was still full of waffles.
“What she said.” You said pointing to Amelia.
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“Okay mommy how do I look?” Your daughter asked as she did a small spin to showcase her outfit. Like usual, she decided that she wanted to wear something sparkly for the occasion as she believed wearing something with sparkles was the epitome of fashion — reasons why she somehow convinced you to wear something sparkly on your first date with Beau, thankfully he found it cute.
“As cute as always Sweetie.” You said. “How about me?” You too did a similar type of spin as her as you showcased your outfit. It wasn’t sparkling (much to your daughters dismay), but you thought it matched her outfit well.
“You look beautiful mommy!” She said, side hugging you.
“Thanks Bean.” You said kissing her on the top of the head. “Now, I need you to make me a promise tonight okay?” You began as you kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in yours.
“No promises but I can try.” She grinned — she was becoming more and more like you each day.
You let out a small laugh. “I appreciate the honesty.” You smiled. “But, it’s gonna be a little chilly tonight so I need you to keep the jacket on okay?”
“But won’t the fire keep us warm?” She asked.
“Yes, but, we still need to keep our jackets on. You know why? Because it’ll keep us even extra warm.” You smiled.
“Okay.” Amelia said, a little disappointed.
“Can we shake on it?” You asked, now holding out your hand for her to shake.
“It’s a promise.” The two of you said in unison as you shook hands.
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The drive to the field went like a blur but it was filled with song after song of you and Amelia singing to the radio as Beau chimed in during random verses. And like Amelia fashion, she found it the funniest thing whenever Beau would chime in, as he wouldn’t be as serious about getting the lyrics right like you and her tried to do.
As soon as Beau parked, Amelia went straight to the door handle trying to open the door. “Open the door! Open the door!” Her patience running thin.
“Alright alright. Don’t worry it’s not a race.” Beau said, his voice calm.
“Sorry sorry. I’m just excited.” Amelia said as she removed her hand from the door handle.
As you were about to speak to reassure her that she didn’t need to apologize Beau did it for you. “No need to apologize Bean. I’m glad you’re excited.” He leaned in. “Wanna know a secret?”
“Yes.” She leaned in too, whispering.
“I’m excited too.” He smiled, whispering back. “Alright, I’ll open the door in five. Want to give me a countdown?”
Amelia kicked her feet with excitement. “Yes! One…two…three…four…five!” As soon as your daughter said five, Beau unlocked the doors and Amelia — without hesitation, opened the door and jumped out of the car.
As you watched her get out of the car and run into the empty field you pulled into, you couldn’t help but watch her as she ran around in circles occupying herself. Turning to Beau you smiled. “Thanks for this.” You said, placing your hand on his cheek.
“No need to thank me. I wanted to do this.” He reassured you, placing his hand on your thigh.
“I know but…I really do mean it. I really appreciate you doing this for Amelia…for me.”
“I’d do anything for both of you. You know that.” He gave your thigh a squeeze.
“I love you.” You said, slightly whispering.
“Love you too.” He said, leaning in and kissing you. “Come on, let’s go get her before she burns the field down.”
You grinned. “You know she would if she could.”
“Well, I don’t plan on making any arrests tonight. Well…not until later tonight.” He winked. “And with…permission of course ma’am.”
“Permission granted.” You winked back, the two of you kissing again.
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“Okay so I brought your second favorite thing besides waffles.” Beau began as he started reaching into a bag next to him. As he grabbed the bag he pointed at Amelia. “No peaking.”
“No peaking!” She repeated back shutting her eyes and placing her hands over them.
“Are you peaking?” He asked her and then looked over at you.
“She keeps her word.” You said rubbing your hands together over the fire.
“Alright. I trust you.” He said. “Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?” He asked, not even putting any of his fingers up.
“Beau!” Amelia couldn’t help but let out the biggest giggle. It was the type of giggle you hadn’t heard her have in such a long time — and that was something that genuinely made you smile.
“Alright alright.” He said. “Open your eyes.” As her eyes opened he held the bag of marshmallows in his hand and her eyes light up like Christmas tree lights.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” She exclaimed getting up from her chair and running toward Beau with her hands out. Before she asked her next question she looked over at you, slight puppy dog eyes. “Mommy can I have one now?”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Ask Beau Sweetheart.”
She turned to him, her hands still out. “May I have a marshmallow please?”
“Well, you did say please.” He said opening the bag. “Just one, because we’re going to make s’mores in a few.” He placed a marshmallow in her hand, her face continued to beam with joy.
“Thank you!” She said placing the entire marshmallow in her mouth.
“You want one?” He asked, a marshmallow between his pointer finger and thumb looking at you.
“Sure. What will it cost me?” You asked, getting up from your own chair and walking toward him.
“Hmmm,” he was deep in thought. “Kiss me?”
“I can do that.” You leaned down, your hands on either side of his face as you kissed him.
“Ewwww.” You heard Amelia say from a few feet away. “Adults are gross.” She said, scrunching her face in disgust.
The two of you pulled away and you took the marshmallow from his hands. “Sorry Mel, we’ll be more careful.” Beau said, giving you a look of amusement.
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As the night went on, things started to wind down and it was finally getting to one of your favorite parts of the night: looking up at the night sky. Although it was something the three of you were doing a majority of the night between the laughing, story telling, and food eating, this was the first time the three of you weren’t doing anything but looking up at the sky.
“You know, I’ve lived here all my life and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at the sky.” You said, Beau’s arm around you now as Amelia made herself comfortable lying on a combination of not only your lap but Beau’s.
“It really is beautiful,” he agreed. “You know, as much as I love Texas, I’ll give Montana this, it does have some beautiful views.” He said looking at you as he said it.
You felt yourself blush at his compliment. “The views have definitely gotten better since you came to town.”
“Are you two going to kiss now?” Amelia said, looking up at the both of you.
“We could but, you do think it’s gross.” Beau commented.
“I’ll allow it.” Amelia said.
Beau and you exchanged looks. “You sure Bean?” You asked.
“I’m sure mommy. I’ll even close my eyes.” She said covering her eyes with her hands. “Whenever you’re ready.”
You and Beau let out small laughs. “With the permission of Amelia, can I kiss you darlin’?” He asked slightly leaning in.
“Yes you may.” You said, leaning in as well.
“Are you two kissing?” Amelia asked her eyes still closed. “Cause it doesn’t sound like it.”
Beau and you looked at Amelia, both of you holding back a laugh. “Come ‘ere.” You said, fully leaning in now and kissing him.
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velvetmud · 1 year
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Joel getting pegged?
oh yeah oh yeah he needs dis
warning(s): smut 18+ sub baby boy joel
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the itching and craving wouldn’t go away.
not even three orgasms and a long nap later, both sticky and wet with sweat. limbs dead limp from the workout. joel might not be getting any younger, but he’s not letting that be any excuse not to give it to her good while he still can.
his eyes slowly drooped open and closed several times before fully waking up. the sight of her naked back pressed up against him nearly has his dick twitching with interest yet again. her face is still buried in the pillow she was screaming and drooling in just hours earlier. a stubborn hand is pressing against his chest. even in her slumber, not allowing him to move anywhere without her. she was extra rowdy today, begging for round after round, fucking on his dick every which way before begging him to take the lead at the very end.
and joel couldn’t stop wondering what all of that felt like, being on her end during the act.
completely at another’s mercy, bouncing forward with each and every thrust. deliciously filled up like filling in a pie. the sounds coming out are downright pathetic, all the whining and the crying. joel was more than happy being the one to draw those sounds out of her like that, but for him to be the one to get fucked that dumb, to be stripped of all his power and get his ass pounded into the mattress like a whore… would end him. and his dick. for eternity.
joel was never a prude or a square. he wasn’t afraid to stick a finger or two in his ass to up the tension when all’s he had was his own hands to work with. he felt how tight the ring of muscle was, knew it wouldn’t be exactly a picnic to train himself to take some more. but just imagining that when it starts to feel good, having more thrusting inside at better angles to hit all of his favorite spots, it’s worth it.
absentmindedly, his fingers soft as a feather as he began trailing down her spine. joel enjoys waking her up soft and slow, especially after all the pounding she’d taken directly from him today. once he hears her sigh and feels her stir up against him, he trails down further and further until he reached the cum that had settled between her lips from their last time. the squish made her chuckle while he groaned as if it hurt.
“sleep good, sweetheart?”
his face is in her neck while his fingers continue to play, creating a bigger mess beneath them.
“the best. but you’re already looking to start some more trouble, aren’t you?” she teased, backing up and giving him even better access. he couldn’t help himself but smile at that. cause she really has no idea.
“you still have some of those toys you’d use when I’m away, don’t you?”
her little fingers start to do some playing of their own in his salt and pepper hair, humming a soft yes, of course.
“mm. and lube?”
“what’re you thinking about, mister naughty boy?” she turns around to face him, closing the gap between their lips. it’s so easy to get distracted on her again.
“okay, but’cha gotta hear me out first, baby. don’t want you doin’ something or agreeing to something just to make me happy. want you to want it too,” he prefaces. she can see the gears grinding in his head, much too hard for her liking.
“you were just playing with your cum that was still inside me. pretty sure you know by now I’m not getting scared off.”
joel laughed at that, bringing her lips back to his again. saving himself another moment to muster up the courage.
“I know you know how to fuck, seen it with the way you move. so what if you brought one of them things out, lubed me up, pinned me down—“
she moves much too quickly for someone that appeared delirious moments ago, thighs on his chest and hair dangling down in his face.
“you want me to fuck you, miller?”
and without a doubt joel is hard. again.
he gulps, wide eyed. pulse skyrocketing as he summoned the bravery to nod. she doesn’t budge, a sudden pinch her brows like she’s annoyed.
“I’m gonna need a firm answer to even consider starting—“
fuck.</I> just fucking take him already.
”yes, yes baby, please. I-I want you to fuck me.”
all he can do is stay trapped under her thighs and marvel at the subtle slick still dripping down out of her, smearing onto his stomach.
joel’s rewarded with a kiss, tongue mashing against his while he fights not to cum just from the excitement. “that’s my boy. well you’re in luck, ‘cause I also have a strap,” she reveals, climbing off of him to retrieve her bag of goodies. “come pick which size you want.”
joel is beaming and joel is skittish but mostly, joel feels alive.
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prep wasn’t for the weak.
she made it crystal clear he needed to communicate when it felt like too much. she has him pinned to the bed, similar to before except the roles are reversed (literally). his dick aches while it’s trapped between his stomach and the sheets. he hugs onto the pillow his face is buried in for dear life. still gets shy at times but still refuses to hold back, ass out on full display. only for her.
the cherry lube she had stocked is freezing to the touch at first. and a slimy kind of wet. little to nothing like what comes out of her pussy when she gets nice and ready for him. her delicate finger takes time circling his entrance with a generous glob of it.
“go in,” he pleads, a desperate impatience hiding in his tone.
her other palm settles on his cheek to spread him open wider. rubbing the soft ring of muscle left and right with the added lubrication, he exhales harsh as she dips the tip of a finger inside. not before long, she’s down to the knuckle.
“tell me what it feels like, baby.”
joel isn’t confident in his speech right now, but she’s making it so good for him, he needed to let her know.
the groan is muffled from the pillow, so he briefly moves his mouth away so she could hear him. “that’s it, yeah, y-you can go in s’more. if you want.”
the submissive side of him he doesn’t always let free has come out to play, and there’s nothing that’s stopping it now.
“good boy. you’re gorgeous like this, I hope you know.”
she knows it’s probably time for another finger when he began fucking back and forth for her. there’s no punishment this time, but in the future she already sees him being a bratty pain when he inevitably asks her to fuck him again.
her second finger goes in nice and easy, lube adding a great deal of slick between his plump cheeks. scissors them apart again and again, stretching him open to accommodate the size dildo he chose. first time getting fucked and he’s already a size queen, picking a healthy six inch that wasn’t too light in girth, either. it also glows in the dark, and doesn’t have balls attached, because joel wondered why even make ones with them anyway. they’re fucking useless. she could’ve given him a lengthy explanation on what the hyper realism did for some people, the added element to fantasy, but she could save it for another day.
joel gets progressively moodier and noisier by the third finger in, pushing back with passion as he mewled into his pillow.
“god, baby I want it, I’m ready. please!”
with a swell of pride now hung in her chest that she can resort him to a mess just as good as he can, she gives in to his demands.
“just relax for me, that’s it,” she cooed. when the fingers slip out all together she may as well crushed his dreams, but she had more important matters to attend to. while slicking up the toy and attaching the harness to a good spot on her hips, she admired the view of a needy joel, lost in his desperation to be filled. it was an honor to be able to witness this vulnerable side of him, a side he wouldn’t dare show unless he was one hundred percent on board and comfortable.
with the gush of lube nearly dripping down the toy, it’s assumed that there’s more than enough, and it’s time to shut him up and give as good as he has to her.
the teasing alone has his mouth falling open enough to catch a fly. he holds his breath when he feels the squishy tip rub his hole up and down, side to side.
“shit,” he gasps, eyes squeezing shut at the first little push. one of the arms that had been hastily wrapped around the pillow rapidly goes right behind him, holding onto her.
“how are you, baby? this okay?”
“mmmhm,” he swallows, attempting to relax with the adjustment. it’s foreign to have something thicker than his own fingers, and the pushing motion coming from her deadly hips. the tip of her silicone dick is now a healthy ways in, disappearing inside him. she keeps a steady hold on his arm as his vice, while the other goes up to play with his hair soothingly. joel was gonna get the princess treatment.
as it gets easier to slide in and out at three inches, she grabs the base like it’s another part of her body and wiggles up and down. the reaction from below her is instantaneous, so perfect and so responsive while he moaned like a whore and arched his back like one too.
“fuuuuck,” joel curses, now heading straight into dangerous territory. his own hips grow a mission of their own, fucking himself back onto her and grinding deep into the mattress. if the sheets weren’t already spoiled several rounds ago, they’d surely be now. seeing as how comfortable he’d gotten, she takes it upon herself to start giving him more.
with one swift motion, her right hand goes to his ass to keep him spread. the pace turned brutal once the slick sounds of lube fill the air, and joel is never going to be the same again. it’s what he’d imagined he’d been missing out on times ten.
“fuck me, fuck me just like that, o-oh god I knew you had it in you,” he starts to ramble, now fucking his ass back without a drop of shame. she’s grinning ear to ear, allowing herself to go faster and deeper. joel’s seeing cartoon stars as his dick leaks even more, balls probably more blue than he’d ever seen.
“you like this, miller? like getting fucked into the mattress, don’t you baby? yeah, I can hear how bad you needed it,” she praises, now slamming in each and every thrust.
“I need it, s’all I needed baby. takin’ care a’me so fucking good,” he grunts out, now biting the pillow and meeting her hips each time. “gonna make me cum, can I? jesus, please—“
she’s just as lost in the moment. with a nod of her head, she forgets he’s waiting for her permission and can’t see. grabbing a chunk of his hair with enough power to lift his face up, she forces him to look at her. those brown eyes can barely stay open, and she’s sure he’s close to drooling
“touch yourself and cum, baby, it’s okay now.”
with her command he’s up on his knees in an instant. careful not to let her slip out, he fists himself with rigorousness. it’s less than thirty seconds and not many pumps later that he’s spilling thick all over his hands and sheets. groaning her name deep and long. his head is thrown back, still arching as she reached over to squeeze the last drop out of him.
it’s still vibrating through him after she pulls out, careful to keep it easy and slow. when his eyes still feel heavy afterwards, they both see that him passing out at any second is a possibility. his face hits the bed so abruptly it’s comical, she keeps her hands on him to give the aftercare he always makes sure to give her. whispers of how good he did, how perfect he is for her. she thinks he’s done for but his arm snatches her right back towards him as soon as she tries getting up.
“baby, I’m coming back with some water after I wash my hands, okay?”
it’s a simple but effective “hurry” that makes her kiss his forehead and stroke the back of his neck. “I will, promise.”
once she’s back, he downs at least half the glass and is back down.
“we’ll be doing that again,” he slurs.
his breathing grows deep, cheek smooshed up against her arm. she smiles, kisses his temple then assures him that yeah this’ll be happening again.
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arcaneauthor · 1 year
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Tattoos Tell A Story
Part 2 now up (here), Part 3 (here)
Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!reader
Summary: Coloring in Ghost’s tattoos has become somewhat of a habit. It’s this habit that’s leads you to discovering a tattoo he had gotten done without your knowledge.
Warnings: Fluff, like so much fluff
A/n: This is my first time posting on tumblr and I have no idea what I’m doing. Requests now open! Pls give me some ideas😭
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You found it one day during one of your little “coloring sessions”,A little habit you’ve picked up ever since that one rainy day in July. Ghost had just come back from a mission and you both wanted to soak in as much of the other as possible, just bask in one another’s presence. Three months with nothing more then a letter exchange here and there, you were gonna enjoy as much time with your boyfriend as possible.
You remember lightly stroking his arm as you curiously asked him why all of his tattoos were so dull.
~*~
“Pardon?” He questions if he heard you right.
“Your tattoos, all of them are just black. There’s no color.” Your eyes still haven’t left where you are softly tracing one of his tattoos, a depiction of an assault rifle rapped in thorns.
He raises his other tattooed arm for inspection, as if he had forgotten what it looked like.
“I don’t need em’ all flashy. Besides,” he shrugs,”Think they look better this way.”
You make a noise of disagreement, shaking your head, until a thought seems to strike you, raising your head from where it was previously laying on his shoulder, eyes looking up at him with a mischievous glint.
“Wanna bet?” Is all he gets before you bolt out of his grip, standing up to dig through the bedside drawer, grabbing a case of markers out before diving back into bed, a little too excitedly seeing as how the whole thing rocked.
You hold the case up to him as a kid would show a crayon drawing to their parents.
He stares at the markers before flicking his eyes to you.
“What are ya doin’?
You completely ignore him as you smile, a little manically, and turn to grab his arm and get to work.
He may have complained, but he never stopped you.
And he would never admit it out loud, but it did look kinda cool
It also put him to sleep
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And now your little “coloring sessions” have become a bit of a recurring thing.
Sick and stuck in bed? He gives you his arm.
That time of the month and you’re curled under the covers with cramps? He’s already grabbing the markers for you.
Just having a bit of a lazy cuddle session? You’re instinctually grabbing his arm.
Today, it’s the third option. He had once again just got home from a mission and, though not as long as some of his other send offs, it still seemed way too long to you. You were sitting against one another, your back to his chest, one arm hugging you to him, the other clutched in your grasp as you fill in his uncolored tattoos with your pack of markers. His masked face was pressed against the side of your head as he watched your hands delicately glide the marker across his skin, sometimes throwing in a cheeky comment or two about how a certain color didn’t go somewhere, which earned him a slap to the thigh.
You finished filling in the rose near his elbow, moving further down towards his hand, but something catches your eye.
You’d done this countless times now, you probably know his tattoos better than he does at this point. You know that the ink goes a little off line on his skull tattoo, you know that there’s a little stray mark beside the oak tree on his bicep. You know every detail and mistake.
That’s how you know this wasn’t here before.
It’s a small little heart on the inside of his wrist, not filled in because of course it isn’t.
You bring it up closer to your face for inspection, and that’s when you notice it
The writing inside.
Y/n
It…was your name?
You whip around to look back at him with questioning eyes.
The mask completely covered the lower part of his face,though his eyes gave away the soft smirk lurking beneath.
“The boys wanted to celebrate the win. Tattoos were Mactavish’s idea.” Bastards trying to be all nonchalant about it.
“But-but, why this?” You shove his own arm into his face, like he didn’t already know what was on it.
He shrugs,”Racked my brain for an idea, but, seems you’re the only thing on my mind these days. Couldn’t get ya out of my head-“
He huffs as you plow into him with a hug, immediately engulfing you in his muscled arms.
Simon never was one for excessive pda or poetic words, rather he showed love through his actions. Attempting to cook for you, making you bubble baths, bringing you heating pads and medicine for your cramps. And this was just another one added to the list, maybe the best of them all in your opinion, cause a tattoo-a tattoo’s pretty dang permanent. In his mind, you know, this is his promise of forever to you. His version of a promise ring.
There’s no tears shed, you never were much of a crier, but the emotions were definitely felt. The warmth, the happiness, the love, all of it was basically drowning you at this point.
“You know tattoo removals hurt right?” You lean away enough to look him in the eye,”Like-like what happens if this doesn’t work out, if you decide you’re tired of me,I don’t know, piggy backing you all the time or something and you have to go get this covered?” You motion to his arm.
It’s said as a joke, but he can still somehow detect the hint of serious worry in your voice.
He lightly grabs you under the chin,”Sweetheart, if I let a catch like you go then I deserve the pain.”
Alright you know you said you weren’t a crier, but that might have brought some moisture to your eye.
He doesn’t even try and stop you as your reach to roll the mask up to his nose, a testament of how much he trusts you. Overwhelmed with emotions, you tenderly cup his face to pull him into a kiss.
It’s slow and gentle, just a smooth glide of your lips against his. His hands gently rubbing up and down your sides. You lovingly gliding your thumb across his light stubble, breathing in his musky cologne. Although intense, the kiss contains absolutely no heat, no sexual insinuation. Instead, you feel only one thing.
Love
“I love you.” You relay breathlessly as you pull away, gently knocking your forehead against his.
You share a few breathes before he replies
“I….care, about you too,” you slap his arm with an unimpressed look,”Kidding! Of course I bloody love you, got your name tattooed on my arm for gosh sa-
You cut him off with another kiss.
~*~
Bonus:
You were once again laid on the bed, squished up against his side with a thick arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your eyes caught sight of your name engraved in his skin.
You smirk at the sight,”You know,” you break silence, catching his attention away from the tv,”It would have looked better if you had gotten the heart filled in with red.”
He’s a little confused for a second before catching your line of sight. He rolls his eyes, jostling you slightly as he sat up to reach beside the bed. Now you’re the one confused.
“Well, if that was the case,” he rolls back over to present you with a red marker,”You wouldn’t get to do it yourself, now would ya’?”
You grab the marker, sparing glances between it and the proud look on Simon’s face.
Your man, This man really got a tattoo with the intent for you to do your silly little coloring on it.
Yep, definitely love him.
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gdeem · 3 months
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part 1.
Now- Fit is not a coward.
He's been called many things in his many years on this hell of a planet, many of which weren't even that wrong if he's being honest. His home was prime breeding ground for shit like that, a place he undoubtedly loved, and still does in his own way, because it made him who he is today, but boy, did it rough him up a bit. Should've been obvious in retrospect – how he'd be all fucked up in the head after that long, numb even to the good things.
Like Pac.
And Pac is... well, he's... he's Pac. 
There really are no words to describe the kind of good that Pac is. To use a language that could die to speak about someone like him? Nah, Fit's not that kind of criminal.
But words are also all Fit's got.
So... Pac is warm and bright and funny and clever and strong. He's a great friend and an amazing dad and he's- well, he's got good outfit choices? Yeah. You could say that.
And Fit's heart hurts. You know, just a little.
Because it's not used to working in that direction, it's all wrong and scarred and, sure, it can pump out a 150 when he's flying with his trident or doing parkour over lava or whatever, no trouble, but like this? When he's just sitting at a corner diner, holding a damn flower in his hand and watching the sunset?
God damn.
Fit isn't scared of much. He's scared of this, though.
Of the sun going down, and Pac's face getting more and more rosy from the wine as he's waving a drumstick around telling yet another story, and Pac's son smiling at the both of them all wide-eyed and gap-toothed, a little ball of energy darting around the patio without a care in the world.
Fit wishes he had a recorder for an eye. Maybe a hard drive for a brain, too, so he could never forget this. So he could be sure it actually happened. Because it definitely feels like he's imagining it.
There's something about Pac that draws you in like a dream, drowns you like a paper boat – not right away, but when you've gotten used to the water, when you've learned it, when you've told it, I'm here to stay, I've decided.
Everyone else has left me, so I'm at your mercy now.
And god, Fit fucking loves it. Drowning hasn't felt that weightless in years. When you drown, it's heavy, it's painful and it burns like absolute shit, but Fit only feels light now. He feels light, and he sees light too – the unmistakable, indestructible light of someone who's alive. The light that can't be extinguished by the worst of evil and the darkest of times.
Fit would know.
He's seen life. Seen it in the glow of the eyes fading out, in the loudness of laughter dying down, in the pumping of blood as it drains from the body through a clean straight cut across the neck. He's seen life, but he's not sure he's seen life as bright as this – one so pure you can't even dream of touching it with hands like his. The hands that have only ever taken.
Fit would never hurt him. Not intentionally. But then again, he's all wrong and he's not used to this, and he's on this island for a reason and what if he-
"So, I tell him, Fichi, I tell him," Pac continues, choking with laughter, "Não, Richas! So I tell him, wow, that's a lot of- Richas! Calma!"
The kid keeps messing with him, squirming around in his lap and giggling, and Pac just keeps laughing harder. He's got tears in his eyes and somewhere between the fifth and the sixth glass of wine he's taken his hoodie off, so he's all shining in the setting sun now, practically golden.
Fit's lost track of the story. Something about some guy he and Mike met in prison... Hell knows why Pac's laughing talking about it, though – Fit's not dumb, he's noticed the look they both share when Cellbit walks into the room. There's clearly... memories, there.
But Pac is happy now, and that's all that matters to him.
Fit makes eye contact with the waiter, some sketchy lanky dude who looks a little too familiar, and points at Pac's glass, mouthing, water, thank you.
Richarlyson is suddenly off Pac and on him, tugging at his pant leg, doing the grabby hands Fit's seen him do before when he's really tired or his leg is acting up or he just wants to mess around – when he lets himself be a kid for once – so Fit pulls him up into his lap first and swings him onto his shoulders from there.
"Meu deus!" Pac gasps, finally out of his head but still giggly, bracing himself against the table to stand up. "Richas, para de-"
Fit interrupts both. "No, no, it's okay. I don't mind. Don't worry."
Pac hovers for a second but then smiles, small but warm, nods a little and lowers himself back onto the chair.
Fit gets it. He's tall, he works out. He's like a magnet for the kids when it comes to tossing and spinning and shoulder rides and whatnot. Hell, even the adults jump on him expecting piggybacks.
What's weird is they all trust him with it. He'd have never thought, really – with the gnarly scars and the voice and everything else, really. Hell, he doesn't trust himself sometimes, looking in the mirror.
Fit's pulled out of his thoughts when he hears Pac sigh.
"He loves being up and I can't always..." Pac winces, waving his hand in the air, a split sober second, but Fit catches it nonetheless. "With my leg, you know. I'm always scared I'm gonna drop him, somehow. I never have, but..." He shrugs a shoulder. "I don't know. It's silly. I just, I think about it all the time. How I'm... I- I don't know."
Fit nods. He remembers when he had one of those prosthetics himself, the kind that aren't fused with the nerves. That you just put on and hope for the best. 
And that was hell, really – not being able to feel it, to move it properly. The only thing Fit trusted that thing to do properly was to throw a good left hook and break a jaw when his right arm got a little too numb and slippery from the blood.
He remembers how it made him feel. The things it made him think about himself. 
And he doesn't want Pac to think that. Ever.
"Well, I'm always here, yeah?" he says, squeezing Richarlyson's leg and looking up at him. 
That's the most he can do, right? Just... be there. Be useful for once. He can't heal like Pac can, just by being in the room with you, he's just never gonna be able to be that. But he can do this.
He trusts himself with that at least.
Tio Fit best tio, Richarlyson signs, patting Fit on the head playfully and smiling wide.
Pac chuckles. "Say thank you, Rishy."
Thank you!
Fit nods, looking over and feeling a smile of his own creep in at the sight of Pac full-on beaming up at his son. 
For a second Fit lets himself believe Pac's beaming at him.
"It's no problem to me at all."
part 2.
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nori-writes · 7 months
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Sweet Country Lovin’
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Cole Cassidy x Reader
W/C: 750+
A/N: Oh? Another one? This soon? Does this mean I’m fully coming back? Idk either. Sorry :’) But hopefully it’s a yes. It’s currently 1:20 AM while I type this and I need to be up at 5:50 AM so, I guess I’d better hurry up. I also just realized how many requests I have….. I don’t know what I’m doing here writing my own shit…. I should be doing requests- 😭
Also, I haven’t proof read this. Oops.
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The sun rose, the same as every morning. There was nothing particularly special about today except the fact that both you and Cole had the day off. It wasn’t a common occurrence but a nice one when the time came.
These days were never spent doing much except staying around the house. A load or two of laundry would’ve been the most to get done on those days, not that it was a bad thing.
Days where you were both off consisted of you two lying around the house together, whether you two were doing the same thing or separate things you still typically sat in each other's company. Anything but work.
Thank god that today was one of these said days, it was much deserved and needed, missions felt like they had been running longer recently with less rest time in between, leaving you and Cole almost no time together except the typical meals that the two of you tended to share.
As your eyes opened slowly as you sat up, your vision blurry and you rubbed the sleep away you went to turn to meet your boyfriend who usually occupied the spot next to you to find that he had already made his way out of bed. Unusual for him.
You pulled the covers off of your body and got yourself out of bed fixing your hair with the brush that sat on your nightstand before opening your bedroom door. When you opened the door you were hit with the smell of pancakes, sausage and maple syrup.
Following the smell you found yourself in the kitchen where Cole looked to be setting a tray with the food he had made, god how lucky you were. It was obvious that he was going to bring you breakfast in bed but alas, you were awake now. So instead you slipped behind him, laying your head into his back, wrapping your arms around his torso.
“Well, mornin’ sweet pea,” he spoke in a soft voice, his body melting into your touch as he still put food onto the tray. There was a small moment of silence before he spoke again, “I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed but it looks like you’re not sleepin’ anymore.”
You nodded and you spoke for the first time this morning, your voice coming out groggy, “Well, why are you still putting food onto the tray then?” You questioned curiously.
The cowboy turned his body all the way around so now he was actually facing you, he stopped for a minute to take in your morning state. It was something Cole would tell you he loved about you. How it was you, completely unfiltered. He loved the way your hair wasn’t perfect and how his shirt was a little too big on you, the way you were extra clingy in the mornings, the way that he could just stare at you for hours in the morning and be completely content. Though, you’d usually brush it off everytime he said it, telling him he was going crazy.
Finally he spoke, “Well, I was thinkin’ we can both get cozy back in bed with some breakfast and turn on a movie for a lazy mornin’. How’s that sound?”
You nodded, that sounded amazing right now, “Please.”
“Well that’s all the answer I needed darlin’. Why don’t you get back into bed and pick out a movie for the two of us to watch? I’ll be back there in just a minute, alright?”
“Will do.”
You gave a small smile before Cole leaned down to leave a kiss on your lips, “Now don’t go fallin’ asleep on me while I’m out here doin’ this.”
You returned the kiss, the taste of the coffee and a cigar he had this morning stained onto his lips, “I would never.”
Some minutes passed and you had made your way back to the shared bedroom while you picked out a movie Cole finished up getting breakfast together for the two of you.
Not so soon after your lover made his way back to the bedroom with a tray of food for the two of you to share, unfortunately, you had fallen back asleep.
All the cowboy could do was set the tray of food back in the kitchen before coming back into the bedroom, slipping into his side of the bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head.
Sometimes things didn’t always go as planned but that doesn’t mean the outcome isn’t always as good, and this was one of those things. Perfect in its own way.
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yangjeonginsbbg · 1 year
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Reunited - Joel Miller
A/n: I just finished watching episode six of HBO TLOU, I haven’t played the game so I have pretty much no idea what happens after the ending of this episode, don’t come for me
Genre: Fluff, angst, some suggestive stuff
Summary: After almost twenty years of being apart, Joel makes his way back to you in Jackson, and also finding out someone else had came along too
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“Honey, I’m taking Sarah to school now,” Joel’s voice called through the house, searching for yours. A quick shout back gave him the go. You soon heard the door shut, and the house became quiet, besides the radio that played quietly downstairs. Today was your husband’s birthday and you wanted to make it great, but being a doctor meant you’d get called in at random points, whether it be Christmas, your birthday or the middle of the night.
You met Joel after he brought Sarah into the ER with chicken pox, he was so worried and it warmed your heart to see that he cared so much for her. He brought her in a couple of times after and soon decided to ask for your number. About a year after, your casual dates developed into going to each other to fool around, and soon became a proper relationship and you became a proper family. You, Sarah and Joel (and Tommy).
“Alright, present, check,” You mumbled to yourself. “Cake, still at the bakery.” You made your way towards the mirror and looked in it, breathing slowly. You ran a hand over your stomach. “And you too, we’ll tell him later.” You’d been pregnant for a week at this point, but with Joel’s birthday coming up and your busy schedule, you never had the time to tell him.
That night, when you left for work, because a woman had a ‘seizure’ and was brought into the ER, you never once thought you wouldn’t see Sarah or him again, and that you’d have to raise a young boy by yourself.
Fifteen years later, you arrived at Jackson with Xavier, the fourteen year old you’d given birth to in the middle of an abandoned hospital, trying to make as little noise as possible as a way to not attract any infected. Upon arrival, you immediately recognised someone, someone who was stood on top of some scaffolding. Tommy had arrived in Jackson not long before you, he wanted to stay but you wanted to go out an look for Joel, but the depression of finding out about Sarah kept you grounded there.
“We’ll be safe here for now Ellie,” Joel said to the girl on the horse in front of him, just before he spotted a familiar figure. His concerned expression dropped, fading into relief. “TOMMY!” Joel got off his horse as Tommy climbed down the stairs, before holding each other in an embrace. Tommy chuckled, holding his older brother. Maria and Ellie stared at the reunion, and Ellie cracked a smile.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” Tommy asked, pulling away from the older.
“I came here to save you,” Joel answered plainly, a chuckle from him turned into a laugh and they pulled each other in again. Tommy pulled away after a couple of minutes, before smiling and nudging Joel’s shoulder.
“There’s someone you’ll probably want to see,” Tommy smiled.
You, on the other side of the town, were stitching up a young girl who’s slipped on some ice and split her knee open.
“Your doing really well Beth,” You praised. “You’re so brave honey.”
“Thank you Dr Miller,” She whispered, holding onto her stuffed bear. You grabbed a bandaid from the first aid kit, and placed it on her knees.
“You know, that’s gonna leave an epic scar,” You smiled, helping her up. “Now, don’t run, and make sure you keep the bandage on for two weeks, otherwise the stitches might open again.” The young girl nodded and walked out the door, you turned around as you heard her speaking to her mother, or at least you thought it was her mother, and began repacking the med-kit.
“Y/n? There’s someone here for you,” Tommy’s familiar voice came from the other side of the room.
“Another kid?” You asked.
“Not exactly.” When you turned back around to face him, you were met with someone else, someone familiar, someone who had aged a lot since you last saw him.
“Joel?” You whispered, your voice barely audible, you slowly made your way around the table. He came closer to you and pulled you in gently, before squeezing you tight. “Oh my god.”
“Oh honey,” He muttered, barely believing that it was you, mostly because he thought you’d been dead for twenty years.
“I’ll give you two some privacy,” Tommy nodded, taking a step back.
“I thought I was never going to see you again,” You mumbled against Joel’s shoulder.
“I thought you were dead,” He whispered back. His arms held your whole body against him. “My girl, my beautiful girl.” You pulled away and held his face in your hands, stoking his prickly cheeks with your thumbs.
“You got old,” You sniffled, tears brimming in your eyes.
“You aged well,” Joel grinned, and you hummed before pulling him into a kiss. You had missed the feeling, you’d never gotten over Joel, after all, your son was pretty much a spitting image of him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss, Joel returned the action, holding your hips and placing you onto the table. He bit your lip, causing you to whimper a little, and reached for the buttons on your shirt.
“Oh Jesus Christ! I’ll come back later!” A different voice yelled, it scared you and caused you to kick Joel, who groaned at the action. You closed your eyes before sighing and pushing Joel away a little, who held his stomach. “Mom, who’s this?”
“Mom?” Joel repeated. You buttoned your shirt back up.
“Xavier, this is Joel,” You introduced slowly, and you saw Xavier’s eyes widen. “Joel, this is Xavier Joel Miller… your son.”
“It’s um, nice to meet you sir,” Xavier nodded politely, Joel was shocked to say the least and looked at your for reassurance.
“I’ll tell you about it in a bit,” You said, Joel turned back to the nineteen year old and shook his hand. Xavier wrapped his arms around the taller man and Joel was a little stiff before hugging him back.
“My son,” Joel muttered.
That day you spent catching up with Joel and getting to know Ellie, who when you first saw her, thought was Joel’s daughter, but turned out they were only moving her to somewhere else. You were a little relieved to hear that. You lived opposite Maria and Tommy, so naturally Joel and Ellie moved in with you and your son.
“Dude, you’re so cool for a nineteen year old,” Ellie laughed as Xavier spoke with her. “All the nineteen year olds in FEDRA are fucking assholes.”
“Ellie!” Joel hissed.
“Wow, she may not be your daughter but she sure as hell has your mouth,” You laughed, placing a coffee in Joel’s hands, “Have you ever had Cocoa sweetheart?”
“No,” Ellie smiled, taking it out of your hands. “But I heard it’s good.”
“How’s he my son?” Joel asked as you sat down next to him.
“Well do you remember that night when you were laid off,” You started. “A week before the outbreak? Sarah had gone to visit Tommy and you were stressed, so I told you that you could do anything to me.” Xavier gagged and stood up.
“Ugh, I could’ve gone my whole life without hearing about my conception, but here we are,” He scoffed. “You coming Ellie?”
“Absolutely,” She chuckled.
“Don’t go to far!” Joel yelled as they walked out the door, you placed a hand on his leg and kissed his cheek.
“They’ll be fine,” You smiled, Joel leaned back and placed the coffee on the end table.
“How long have you been here?” Joel asked.
“About five years ago, maybe four,” You answered.
“So you didn’t give birth to him here?”
“No.”
“Where?”
“The middle of an abandoned hospital, I was alone there until some gang found me a couple of weeks later, they took me in,” You explained, Joel looked at you with a sadness in his eyes.
“Has there ever been anyone else?”
“No, never, what about you?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“I don’t like the name Xavier though,” Joel smiled after a moment of silence, you chuckled.
“Why?”
“Too formal, you know, if I ever had a boy I always thought I’d call him Jack, or Charlie,” Joel smiled softly.
“Jack?” You repeated. “Jack Miller?”
“Yeah.”
“Doesn’t it remind you of the guy from The Shining though?”
“No baby, that’s Jack Nicholson,” Joel laughed, you returned the laugh and he wrapped arm around your shoulder before you curled into him. “I missed being with you like this.”
“Me too,” You sighed. “I love you Joel Miller.”
“I love you too Y/n Miller.”
“I love you more.”
“I love you most.”
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small-sinclair · 1 year
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This is for me. Don’t judge. I promise I’ll write/answer questions I swear—
You’re Doin' Great
Bo x college student!y/n (burned out and super drained)
Tw: burned out, drained, slight nsfw because you two shower (but nothing happens!), super soft Bo
Lester’s comfort
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"Good morning," you greeted the Sinclair brothers as they cleaned up the table from this morning's breakfast. Before Bo could say it back, you started on your list. "I'll be in the study all day working on a college project. Please, for the love of everything, don't come bother me," you held up finger, "don talk to me," you held up another finger, "or bring anyone to the house. Only come see me if the Pope is dead or you found the keys to Narnia. Other than that, I don't want to see any of you." You shifted on your feet and offered a trying smile. "I'm telling you as politely as possible."
Bo would snap back with "this is my house; don't tell me what to fucking do", but he knew that this book was your ticket to graduate college. Instead, he nodded and glanced at his brothers. "Ya heard 'em. House is theirs for the day."
You sighed in relief when Lester nodded in agreement with Vincent already getting up to leave. As he passed you in the doorway, he stopped and his wax lips pressed a kiss against your cheek then left.
"I'll be in town for most of the day," Lester said in a sing-sung voice. "Do ya wan' me to bring anythin' back, y/n?"
"Raspberries and my lemonade order," you answered as you entered in the kitchen. You past the mugs as you took the whole coffee pot. Without warning, you drunk straight from the pot and kept eye contact with Bo's disgusted face and Lester's a gaped mouth. You finished the last bit of coffee and placed it with the dirty sink. "I'm off. Love you," you leaned over and stole a kiss from Bo and starting out, kissing the top of Lester's head before you left.
Your laptop was already sat up and plugged in. All that's left is to refill your water cup and put on your noise canceling headphones. You did that quickly, a shock Bo still looking at the empty coffee pot that you downed in four swigs without hesitation still in the kitchen. Your shoulders fall as you let a huff out, kissing him again, then leaving. You didn't notice when Lester left, but he did say goodbye to you. You were too focused on the book in front of you as you typed away.
You did, however, leaned into Bo when he kissed you on the head. He knew the drill: if he or his brothers were to bother you today, you would turn them into wax just by glaring at them.
"Be back later," he hummed in your hair as he kissed you once more.
"Yeah, that sound's good, honey," you answer aimlessly. If you're going to write to page 100 today, you better get to it because you are on page 23. Oh, to be a creative writing minor.
You cracked your fingers and got to it.
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"Y/n?" Bo called as he walked through the door. It's late at night when he comes home, and he was hoping you would be in bed by now, but he found you in the study by the pool table, the same place where he left you. "What the hell," he said out of irritation. He hung up his hat, took off his boots, and made his way towards you.
Your eyes were still glued to the screen as your fingers moved tiredly across the keyboard, rereading over every paragraph as you did so. You've went up to go to the restroom and refill your water. Lester brought your items and that was your lunch and dinner for the day. Vincent didn't bother you, but he did bring your favorite snack and refilled your water cup while you vented about how much you hate a character you made. You thanked him and watched him go back to his work.
You were so tired, your brain melting every time you typed a word, but you were almost done; you were at page 97 by 11pm. Three more pages and you can go to bed! You can shower and go to sleep!
...unless you want to finish writing your book.
"Darlin," he hummed as he read over your shoulder. "I think it's time to call it."
"Three more pages," you answered numblessly as you started page 98. "Almost there."
"Almost 'bout to sleep at your computer," he hummed. He stayed silent as he listened to your fingers stroke over the keys. You were writing a scene about the earth opening up and swallowing a group of heroes underneath it, sending them to the Realm of Crystals. "Your creative mind 's somethin', honeycomb."
"Sounds good, dear," you answer, not listening to him as you pushed your hair back. You lifted your shoulders to crack them, making him look down at you concerned. You felt your skin melting off like wax as you added more detail to a paragraph, taking time to describe the roots and falling flowers.
Bo shook his head as he stepped back. Soon, his hands snaked over your tense muscles and started to rub your shoulder blades like you did whenever he had a long day. You jolted at the touch, but relaxed. Your eye lids felt so heavy but your kept writing. You were almost done! You are so close to page 100.
Then you felt his lips trace on the back of your neck, kissing gently at your skin, then rested his head on your shoulder again. His hands moved from your shoulders to your back, and it felt like heaven. You didn't close your eyes until you pressed the save file over and over and over until you watched the little circles on the cloud icon turn green. Confidently, you exited out of your writing and closed your laptop. You leaned back until you rested your head against his chest. You could feel his soft heartbeat through his shirt. Your hands went up and went through his curls and oiled skin. you just wanted to feel something else then the hard plastic of your laptop.
"Co'ere," he whispered, kissing your lips gently. "Let's go, yeah?"
You hum to his touch as he guided you to stand and led you upstairs. Before you knew it, you were undressed and standing in the shower with him. He didn't say anything as he washed your back and shoulder as you allowed the warm water to run over your skin. You had to process what shampoo was when you washed your hair, Bo helping you when your hands failed to work. You trade spots and you did the same for him, but you kissed his shoulder and held on to him as he washed his hair. Irish Spring never smelt so sweet.
You dried off and dressed in your pajamas. Then you looked in the mirror, cringing at your reflection. Your eyes were so sunken and deep, the lines of purples and tired blues colored your skin. You looked lifeless and disgusting. What this man sees in you is a mystery. Then Bo came in sight, shirtless and clean, and kissed the nook of your neck and shoulder.
"Com'on, bed, sweetheart," he whispered against your skin. "You've worked so hard today."
"I look terrible," you said defeated, your mind filling with static.
He shook his head as he kissed your neck again. "Naw, just tired, 's all." His hand slipped into yours and he guided you to bed. "You did so good today, darlin'."
Resting against the cool sheets, you curled against him like a kitten. "Hold me tonight?" You whimper like a child. "Promise you won't let me go?"
"Never," he answered, pulling you into a tight hug, his arm around your waist while the other held your head against his chest. "You're doin' great, y/n. Workin' so hard for 'at degree." His voice echoed throughout his chest. "Proud of you."
"Don't need that," you said in the darkness, feeling his skin against yours. "Say you love me? Please?"
He couldn't help but smile as he looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars you put up on his ceiling when you two decided to share rooms. Ever since your placed them on his walls and ceiling, he felt safe and slept more easily. "I love you, y/n," he said in your hair. "I love ya to the moon an' then some."
"Promise?" Your voice was tired as you started to drift to sleep. You were too tired to stay awake.
The last thing you heard was him, answering, "Promise. Love ya."
And he held you all night, not letting go once. It was you and him in this aimless world, and that's all you needed.
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A/n: Again, based on the song above. I'm actually shocked by how much shorter this one is... I swear I love both of the boys equally!! TwT This is, once again, an adaptation from my Wattpad acc, so if you see anything wonky or out of place, please let me know!
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Moon x Reader [Songfic]
Late Night Talking
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Summary
A songfic based on Harry Styles's Late Night Talking!
Characters
Moon, Sun, You, Jorge the Daycare Kid™
Warnings
None that I can think of!
DISCLAIMER! I do not own any of the artwork, music, or characters (minus Jorge ;-;)! All credits go to their original owners. Late Night Talking is by Harry Styles, and the characters (save for Jorge and y/n) are owned by Scott Cawthon.
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We've been doin' all this late night talkin'
'bout anythin' you want until the mornin'.
You walk into the pitch black daycare with a smile on your face and a spring in your step- something rather unusual for a night guard. Most of your coworkers at this hour were dragging themselves towards the break room for a cup of coffee, not going to meet up with a potentially deadly animatronic. Not that you were intimidated, of course; you and Moon were far too used to each other for that.
Every night that you had to work, as soon as you clocked in, you were immediately off to the daycare to retrieve him. It had been this way for a while; around a year, if your calculations are correct. You're his only friend- a fact that would make you sad if you didn't derive so much joy from seeing the look on your coworkers faces whenever you strolled by with your "patrol buddy", as you affectionately dubbed him.
"Moon?" You whisper-shout into the blackness; you know he doesn't appreciate loud sounds.
There's a long moment of silence before you're able to hear some gears creaking closer. "Hehe.. Is the little night guard back again?" He rasps.
Spotting the red pinpricks of light that are his eyes, you smile brighter. "Yep! Came to collect my patrol buddy."
There's another hushed giggle from the animatronic that would've been horrifying if you didn't know him so well. He glides closer on his cable, coming to a stop just over your head.
At once, you know what he's waiting on, and you cross the hallway to switch off the harsh LED lights that line it. By the time your eyes adjust to the near-complete darkness, Moon is already halfway down the passageway. "Off we go then..."
Now you're in my life...
I can't get you off my mind!
Moon was usually asleep all day in the headspace that he shared with Sun, but today, something absolutely historical happened. He couldn't sleep. Him. Moon. Restless.
"Is this what insomnia feels like?" He lamented, knowing that only Sun could hear. "This is wretched..."
Sun doesn't respond, but then again, Moon hadn't expected him to; the daytime attendant was presently surrounded by toddlers, attempting to prevent young Jorge from snorting glitter.
Moon tried again to sleep - or, to describe it more accurately: go into battery saving mode - but every time he tried, all that came up was your face, your voice, questions about what you were doing now... Had you infected him with some sort of virus? On top of the one he already had? No, no; you wouldn't do that. You knew far too little about coding to do that.
I've never been a fan of change,
But I'd follow you to any place.
When you come into work tonight, the first thing to greet you is Moon. Not at the door of the daycare like usual, but at the main entrance.
"Well, don't I feel special!" You place a hand over your heart dramatically. "Eager to see me?"
He grumbles something unintelligible and walks off, leaving you practically jogging to keep up. If only you knew the conversation he'd had with Sun before you got there...
If you're feelin' down,
I just wanna make you happier, baby.
"Now, what's this about you not being able to sleep?" Sun inquires immediately after the last child is gone. "There's not something wrong with us, is there? Not another something, please-"
"No," Moon snarls, "I have that under control.. this is something else..."
"What?"
"I don't know!" Moon snaps. "All I can think about is her!"
Sun's face plate tilts. "Who?"
Moon remains quiet.
"You mean your night guard?"
"S-she's not my night guard-!" Moon snaps.
Sun laughs. "As the kids would say, 'Moony and Miss Y/n sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~! First comes love, then comes marriage, then~"
"No, no, NO-!" Moon hissed, putting his hands over his ears- not that it did any good against the voice that was quite literally in his head. Or, was it technically the other way around at the moment?
"It's not like that," he says firmly when Sun's finished with the notoriously embarrassing tune.
"In all seriousness, Moon.. Would you do anything to make her happy?"
"Wh-what?" Moon stammers, not expecting such a deep question from Sun immediately after... whatever that disgraceful song was.
Sun repeats the question.
"I mean... I guess so..?"
"You guess so, or you know so?" Sun presses.
"Fine! I know so!" Were Moon in control of the body right now, his internal fans would be whirring deafeningly loud.
Wish I was around;
I just wanna make you happier, baby.
"Do you wish you were with her all the time?"
"Where are these stupid questions coming from, anyway?" Moon fired back.
"Just answer! It might help you figure out what the problem is."
"Well that's not ominous.." Moon sighs, "Yes, I wish I could spend.. every second with her, if you must know. Now why?"
He senses Sun grinning. "You love her!"
"I what?"
"You love her!" Sun repeats excitedly, "Gosh, Moony- I thought you'd read enough fairy tales to know that!"
We've been doin' all this late night talkin'
'bout anythin' you want until the mornin'.
Now you're in my life...
I can't get you off my mind!
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