#pfft i did not just write that tag

[cal-flakes]

dealer!rafe would be soooo pervy towards an innocent reader 😏😏 want to write this as a full fic desperately but i’m trying to get through blurbs so i’m sending you the idea to hold me over😋😋

your wish is my command beautiful. (you better tag me in that full fic when you post it or i’ll send you divorce papers)

‧₊🫧꒷꒦‧₊˚⋆

— the second that man laid eyes on you at one of his infamous tannyhill parties, mini skirt clinging to your eyes for dear life, eyes wide, lips plump and glossed, he absolutely had to know you— and know you he did.

rafe cameron; big bad rafe, spent the next couple months doing everything to be around you, savouring every bounce of your tits as you skipped towards him, buying you ice lollies just to ogle you as the juice dropped down your chin, wiping it off your lips with his thumb.

he’d invite you to every party, keeping you on his arm, giving you endless amounts of cocaine as long as he was the one rubbing it on your gums. “c’mere doll” he’d hum, hoisting you on his lap for everyone to see— you were untouchable, and you had no idea.

not a single piece of the puzzle was connecting for you, he was just your friend; your overly touchy, borderline creepy friend. “don’t say that! he’s just a nice guy!” you’d whine whenever it was brought up, whether you simply didn’t believe it, or just didn’t want to believe your so called friend had less than kind intentions, you didn’t know.

not only did he invite you to every party, he’d invite you everywhere— meetings with barry, days out on the boat, the country club.

he’d boast about his experiences with you, well— the ones he’d made up in his head. “you fucked her yet man?” topper would ask, raising a brow. “pfft— have i fucked her? chick might as well buy a leash for my cock, doesn’t let it outta her sight” he’d lie, signature smirk plastered on his face as he salivated at the though, planning and scheming just how he was going to make his words true.

#ʚ♡ɞ ☁: elle’s dreams #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron drabble #rafe blurb

[fdragon-art]

Day 347 - Misunderstanding

So I took a self-diagnostic test and it turns out I'm probably autistic.

...hooray?

It still doesn't explain why I never did my homework. It still doesn't explain why I never really had friends at school until I left primary school and hit high school. It still doesn't explain how I stopped liking things enough to spend weeks on an idea, even if it eventually didn't pan out.

...right?

Does it explain my less-than-ideal coping mechanisms? Does it explain my need to be so unbelievably private? Does it explain why, even as I may overshare at times, I don't truly trust anyone with my whole self?

Does it...?

I don't think it really helps much with my current day-to-day. I don't think it tells me what's really wrong with me. I don't think, even, that it's entirely accurate, despite the test being reliable and verified.

*sigh*

...but what if I'm wrong?

#miscellaneous #year 3 #writing #cw: negative #(I'm not actually sure what tag is appropriate but I felt it needed something) #I'd call it ''venty'' but there's not even strong feelings here heheh #I was mostly trying a thing and seeing if it worked pfft #But the statements aren't entirely irrelevant though. I do wonder about them #But it's not a flat-out ''nope. Can't be''. (It's actually more like a ''...is this the case? -proceeds to not follow it up-'' XD) #I was also going for the idea of ''Rejection of a possibility despite the present yet unknown evidence'' since that's more relevant #I did the RAADS test and got 110 (and another one where the cut-off was like 12 and the statistically important number was 32 and I got 35) #So that...probably says ''Yeah dude. You /are/ autistic like your 16 year old self thought might've been possible'' pfft #But part of me keeps thinking ''How can you tell what's autism and what's just not having enough social experience?'' #(As if I didn't go to school for 13 years and live with a family of 8 for 23 pfft) #I dunno. I think I'm just a touch confused about it all since I'm not even sure if it legit being true would help with more relevant issues #(Still of the mental variety though heheh) #But for some reason I'm actually pretty happy(? XD) having a high enough score that it's relevant pfft

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

The Perfect Hat-Trick

pairing: James Potter x reader

summary: James is watching a football match with you and has some good ideas for how to spend the half-time break. Smut ensues. 

tags / warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), established relationship, smut, fem!reader, fingering, eating out, p in v, pretty much no plot, sports talk

notes: finally had time to write! inspired by recent world cup fever...

word count: 2.3k

You lay on the sofa in yours and James’s flat, your legs draped over his, the telly on. 

“That’s a foul? He hardly even touched him.” “Yeah, well, it wasn’t a clean tackle. I know the other guy’s selling it, but it did make him fall down.” “Pfft. We don’t have this problem. You dive, you plummet 50 meters to the ground,” he laughed. 

You rolled your eyes at him but laughed a little. It was nice of him to be watching with you in the first place. James loved sports, but he never really could get into your muggle ones. Too low stakes, he reckoned. 

But, it was the World Cup, and he knew how excited you were, the tournament only coming around every four years. That part he could understand, having had his fair share of World Cup fever growing up, just for a much better sport, he never failed to remind you. You loved quidditch, too, of course, had even shared the pitch with him back at Hogwarts, but that had never made you stop loving what you’d love since before even finding out you were a witch. 

James would watch the occasional match with you, a bit begrudgingly, but he loved making you happy. And if he was being honest, he found it adorable how excited or angry you’d get when the match did or didn’t go your way. 

He was rewarded with just one of those precious moments when your team, your favorite player no less, scored a goal. It was just before half-time and his second goal of the match. You yelped and cheered, springing up from the sofa. When you came to sit back down, a love-stricken grinning James looking up at you, you opted to keep your excitement up by straddling and hugging him, still bouncing up and down a bit in celebration. 

You beamed down at his close face, energetically saying, “That’s his second! And it was a header! Maybe he’ll get a perfect hat-trick!” “A what?” “A perfect hat-trick.” He continued to stare blankly at you, a jokingly annoyed look. 

“Do you know what a hat-trick is?” you continued.

“I dunno… spinning it around before putting it on your head?” 

“Hilarious.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry my humour isn’t up to scratch,” he laughed. His hands came around your hips, pulling you closer on his lap. “So are you gonna tell me what it is or not, sweet thing? Because, honestly, I’m fine either way.” His laugh was contagious, and you were smiling down at him, your arms around his neck as you answered, “You’re so annoying… A hat-trick is when a player scores three goals in one match. A perfect hat-trick,” you went on, “is when a player scores one with their left foot,” you kissed his left cheek, “one with their right,” kissed his right, “and one with their head,” kissed his forehead. 

“Mmm, I see. Thanks for explaining it to me, sweetheart.” He bumped his nose against yours then gave it a quick peck. 

“You’re welcome,” you responded giggling a bit. 

You heard the whistle announcing the end of the first half from the telly behind you. 

“You know,” he whispered. “I’ve always liked a challenge.” “Oh yeah?” “Mhmm. I think,” he pecked your lips, “I can score three times before the start of the second half,” he kissed you again, lingering this time. “And…” he whispered, “I reckon I can make it a perfect hat-trick.”  

His smile was equal parts devious and suggestive. Your grin remained — he always kept you amused — but your brows furrowed, not quite following. 

“One with my fingers,” he kissed your cheek, “one with my tongue,” kissed your other cheek, “one with my cock,” kissed your forehead. He laughed, clearly amused with himself, but it was soon stifled as he kissed along your jaw, making his way to your neck, his open mouthed kissed and nibbles drawing a moan out of you. 

You ground down on his lap, pleasure shooting up from your core at the friction. You moaned even louder, and you could feel the vibrations of James’s laugh in the crook of your neck. His hands moved from your hips to knead your arse then came under your shirt, giving you a loving squeeze before pulling it up and over your head. You quickly took his glasses off, placing them on top of your now discarded shirt.

He pulled back from your body to stare at your bra-clad tits, groaning appreciatively, his enthusiasm boyish but utterly endearing. His hands went to unclasp your bra, but before even getting it off, his face was already between your tits, kissing the soft flesh between them, nuzzling and nibbling you. You laughed at how unfailingly he loved your chest, even after so long together, and brought your hand up to scratch his scalp and tug his dark hair. 

“This is my favorite place on Earth,” he said into your chest, squeezing it playfully  with his big hands before moving to suck on your nipple. 

His face and mouth still loving on your boobs, he raked his hands down your body, one grabbing your arse again, the other cupping between your legs. His palm pressed perfectly on your pussy as he licked from your chest, up your sternum and neck, and into your mouth. You welcomed his tongue with yours and helped him pull your trousers off, shifting awkwardly on his lap without ever breaking apart. Even though you were making out, you were both giggling giddily.

Pulling your panties to the side, rubbing your increasingly wet folds, James laughed out, “You see? I’m already past the defenders.” “For fuck’s sake, Potter, you already got in my pants; you don’t need to keep up the football jokes.” “What can I say? I’m funny and effortlessly charming all the time, not just when I’m trying to get in your pants, love.” You rolled your eyes, smacked his shoulder, but dove back down to keep kissing him as he finally plunged his long fingers into your weeping cunt. 

“Fuck, Jamie, feels so good,” you praised, as he curved his fingers just right, setting a teasing but pleasing pace. You followed it with your hips, increasing the warm tingling sensations taking over your whole lower body. 

“That’s it, love,” he whispered, still playful but his voice lower, hoarse and hot as hell. 

He picked up the pace, brought his other hand to your clit, and moved to suck the sensitive spot behind your ear. You could feel your climax approaching, grinding faster and harder to let him know, to chase the feeling you so craved. He followed your lead, thrusting as deep as he could reach, rubbing tighter circles, still precise in his motions, and soon enough, you let out a prolonged, “aaah,” as you came, clutching his shoulder with one hand, his hair with the other. Your sounds turned into giggles as his hands continued, slower now, gentle, as you rode out the pleasant aftershocks. “That’s one.” He looked quite proud of himself. 

“Three’s much more than one; give me that smirk after three,” you shot back. 

“Gladly.” He wrapped his arms around you, and in one quick motion moved you from his lap to the couch. He shifted to hover above you, looking down with such love in his eyes you couldn’t help but interrupt the playfulness and the seductiveness with a gentle caress of his cheek. He leaned into it, turning his head to kiss your palm, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“You’re so unreasonably beautiful, you know that?”

“So are you,” you responded, voice sweet as honey. 

He smiled like it was the kindest compliment he had ever received and leaned down to kiss you fervently. One hand roaming your body roughly, one hand holding your face gently, James kissed you with all the love bodies could express. 

Slowly, teasingly, he moved away from your mouth, kissing your face and neck, moving back to your mouth a moment before kissing back down a bit further. He repeated this a few times, moving lower each time, until he continued down your body, unsurprisingly but so gratifyingly taking his time at your tits. Then, lower, lower, until he was licking up your bikini line. He nuzzled your cunt, but didn’t do more as he moved his face across it to do the same on the other side. 

You were aching by now, thrusting your hips up into his face unthinkingly. You thought he’d make a joke about how needy you were, but when you were met with a groan instead, you snuck a glance down at him and met a hungry stare, his hair an even worse mess than usual, his eyes lidded, his lips swollen and wet. He was completely engrossed in you, his desire overwhelming even his perpetually playful attitude. 

Without any more ado, he pushed his face into your cunt and ate you out like a starving man. His mouth worked expertly, his tongue moving in and out of you before licking up to your clit then moving down again to lap at your entrance and then to suck on your folds. He had a sixth sense for knowing when to build a repetitive rhythm and when to switch it up.

“James,” you hissed, your second orgasm building faster than the last, faster even than it usually did when he ate you out. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” The vibrations from his half-moaned, “uh-uh,” shot through you like a jolt as you screamed in pleasure. He shook his head from side to side quickly to intensify your orgasm, and when you finished and he pulled back, his entire face was covered in you. 

You returned his adoring smile before dropping your head back onto the cushion, elated but spent. “You’re so fucking good at that,” you said.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” he responded, kissing all over your cunt and thighs before coming back up to your face. His body covered yours, his prominent bulge pressing into you. “I think you’re wearing far too many clothes,” you scolded, and he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and his trousers down his legs, struggling to kick them off entirely as you giggled from below him. “Much better,” you told him as you wrapped your arms and legs around him and reveled in the feeling of his body on your body, his skin on your skin. 

You continued making out like this, holding and kissing each other, till you pulled back, gesturing at the telly with a nod of your head, teasing, “you’re running out of time for that hat-trick, Potter.” “I’m not worried,” he smirked back at you as he thrust his hips into yours. You were so sensitive from everything that had happened already that just that friction felt incredible. He brought a hand down to guide himself into you, and your groans matched each other’s as he took his time bottoming out. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, his face incredibly close to yours, his cock now buried deep inside you. He kissed you once before moving his face to the crook of your neck, focusing on his hips as he began thrusting in and out of you. He started slow, savoring the sensation, dragging out achingly before pounding back in roughly. Gradually going faster, his grip on your thigh tightened and he bit down on your shoulder on a particularly hard thrust, the pleasure clearly becoming too much for him as well. You held him close and met his thrusts, and moments later, all teasing was forgotten as all that was left was skin was slapping against skin, passion being expressed physically as he pounded into you. 

His groans grew louder as his climax approached, but he slowed down slightly, determined to make you cum before he did. He brought his hand down between you, rubbing your clit as he sucked on your neck. It didn’t take much for you to be on the edge, and a couple hard thrusts later,  you moaned in exquisite pleasure as your third orgasm hit. 

“Jamie,” you whined as your thighs started shaking and his thrusts grew increasingly volatile. 

“Fuck,” he repeated as he thrust as deep as possible over and over. You felt him start losing control, and the sensations of him hitting  all your most sensitive spots went from a bit too much in your oversensitive state to an exhilarating perfect mix of pain and pleasure. You chased the feeling, and moments later you were clenching vice-like around him and pulling him closer as you whined and groaned through a fourth.

This brought him to his completion, and your pleasure peaked as you felt him release inside you. Your walls still fluttering around him, his thrusts now sloppy, he exerted his last bit of energy then collapsed on top of you in utter bliss.

The whistle announcing the start of the second half cut through the thumping of your rapid heart beat in your ears as you lay entwined with each other. You both laughed through heavy breathing.

“Just in time,” James said. “And with one more than promised, no less.” He winked cheekily. “Pretty good performance, Potter. I think I’ll keep you around.” “And I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me,” he said sweetly, sincerely.

You kissed him gently, caressing his face as you whispered, “I’m glad you like a challenge then because that sounds like forever to me.”

“Sounds brilliant.” You nodded brightly before pushing on his shoulders and saying, “But for now, get off me or we’ll miss the second half.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, “but I’ll only get off if your clothes stay off.” He leaned down to place a kiss on each of your tits before pecking your lips and smiling his mischievous smile you so loved. 

“Deal.”

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[irisintheafterglow]

living in winter, I am your summer

summary: you try teaching satoru how to figure skate and for once, he's not good at something. (hockey player!gojo)

wc: 0.8k

cw/tags: swearing, established relationship with pet names, probably inaccurate terms of ice skating, short and sweet little drabble

note: okay i won't even lie, i do not like ice skating. i much prefer rollerskating because at least when you're rollerskating, you fall on something dry. when you fall on the ice, it's cold and wet and your ass still hurts. however i love watching the ice dancers in the olympics because they're so graceful and i could literally never. also small fic of this because i'm feeling a little unmotivated but hockey player!gojo makes me happy. hope you enjoy! this one's for you midi

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated :)

“Okay, now put your hand down here…not there, doofus,” you instruct with a smile, guiding his hands to your waist. If he caught the shiver that shot up your spine, you’d just write it off as the chill of the rink. Not that he’d care, anyway. He always knew what he did to you, and he loved it.

“In my defense, you said to put my hands lower,” he mutters in your ear and you snort, lightly knocking your elbow backward into his chest. He’s wearing the black crewneck that you liked to steal from his closet whenever you stayed over, the one with the blue heart you embroidered on the inside of the left sleeve. “I’m following directions, am I not?”

“You know, maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” you say quickly and he takes the bait without fail. Before you can even shift weight to push away from him, his hands are back on your body and holding you as close as humanly possible. He hums mindlessly, taking the opportunity to kiss the spot behind your ear that always made you melt. “You’re a terrible student.”

“You’re a terrible teacher,” he fires back. “Alright, what do I do now? Just chuck you across the ice?”

“I’m going to kill you if you do that,” you warn, turning to look at him over your shoulder and finding nothing but a grin as blindingly white as the ice beneath your skates. “So, all you need to do is just grab my waist and very carefully lift me off the ice. Can you handle that?”

“Pfft, I can lift you in my sleep. Are you ready to go flying?”

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” you say to no one in particular before strong hands secure around your waist and lift you a few feet off the ice. They’re shaky, nothing as steady as the actual partners you’ve danced with, but the giddy dancing that follows after you’ve touched the ground again is enough to make you happy. Before you can turn around and congratulate him on not ending your skating career, Satoru’s taken off across the ice in absolute joy. Distant sounds of his blades slamming into the ice as he sprints across the rink echo through the empty space. “Okay, get back over here! No more lifts until you can jump!” 

“I can jump right now, just watch me!” There’s a loud curse and a thud as he falls to the side, unable to keep his balance after throwing himself into a jump. “That was a practice run,” he says with no less enthusiasm. “However, maybe I need an example first.” Over the course of a few hours, you manage to teach him to do a simple jump and how to spin around more than two times in one go. To your surprise, he isn’t good at any of it. His limbs are too lanky for him to control properly, he’s used to having both blades on the ground and can barely balance on one foot, and he likes to skip any technique and try a skill right after you show him how to do it. 

“Fake it ‘til you make it just isn’t working right now, hmm?” 

“This is much harder than you make it out to be,” he huffs, hands on his knees after you asked him to do two consecutive jumps in a row. “Are your calves cramping? My calves are cramping. Why are my calves cramping?”

“It’s just part of the sport, sweetheart,” you say gently, holding his face with your gloved hands. “I couldn’t do half the things that you do out here.”

“Can we just dance for a little bit? No technique, no fancy jumps or whatever. Just us and the ice?”

“Sure, baby. Anything for my big, muscled hockey player that gets taken out after two jumps,” you tease and the competitive glint that catches in his eye activates your fight or flight. You throw your leg backward and skate as quickly as your legs can take you, trying to outrun the guy just bounding across the ice after you. “Okay, okay! I'll take it back!” You concede out of fear and adrenaline, slowing to a halt while he catches up and snakes his arms around your waist from behind you. 

“Caught you,” he murmurs, his breath warm next to your ear. “What was that about being taken out after two jumps?”

“I said I'll take it back, Satoru,” you laugh, but his arms are solid iron locked around your torso. “C’mon, dance with me. Just take my hand and follow my lead.” 

“I’m not going to be very good at it,” he points out.

“I don’t care if you’re good at it, as long as I get to spend more time with you.”

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[sparkbeast20]

Any thoughts on how Ronové would react to an MC that sees more beauty in others than themselves?

Like MC is like "You have pretty hair." for example and Ronové would compliment them too, but the MC cringes bcs they're horrible with receiving compliments.

(Also... don't know if you have an anon list but... 🐄)

Note: Oh 🐄 Anon~ I love you.

MC in this is GN.

Beauty in the eyes of the beholder (Ronove X MC)

"Pretty~" Ronove purrs as he bury his head into your hair with his arms wrap around you.

You cringed for a moment "Is not that pretty..." You thought for a second. Before worming your way out of his trap.

He giggled and let you go, then took a couple step back.

He then tilted his head playfully and admire your body. You sense his gaze and immediately laugh nervously while rubbing the back of your neck.

"Come on Ronove. There are better things to look at than me-"

Before you can finish what you were about to say, a sound of a chuckle can be heard from a far.

Ronove acted quick and pull you back towards him and wrapped his arm around you in a protective way.

An angel from above was heading towards you two.

Ronove shove you to the side as the angel tackled him, and the two start going at it, exchanging blows.

You fell on your side but quickly recovered and turn to see the two beings fight. But you heard that chuckle again... Wait... There's another-

You turn quickly and dodge a sword coming at your face.

"I'll enjoy devouring such a worthless human." The angel yelled.

You got a change to sweep her legs and manage to kick her off balance.

You scramble back on your feet and ran out of the area, Ronove will be fine he always mention that if there was an angel attack and he was the only one there. You have to run and hide.

So you did.

The angel got back on her feet and laugh in amusement, before stopping when she heard a sickly sound of bones being crushed.

You panted and lean against a tree.

You manage to run as far from the fight as you can. And just hoping that Ronove can deal with those angels... What if he can't...

You gasped and quickly cover your mouth... You were scared that the last thing that Ronove said was your hair is pretty. Which you knew that deep down it wasn't.

He was being nice, they always were. Him, the other nobles and the kings. You feel like they aren't complimenting you, but complimenting Solomon or just being nice.

"Pfft, as if I pretty or good looking-"

"Oh~ but you are~" You yelp and quickly pushed away from the tree then turned around to see Ronove, with some blood on him, and it seem to be not his blood. And his left hand was four angel wings with some of the bones sticking out.

"Ronove, are you alright-"

"Devils can't lie" You pause and gasps as he said those words. He sounded more serious than his usual self.

You looked away, and rubbed your arm. "I know, but... I have trouble believing it for myself" you turn slightly to look at the noble devil.

Ronove hums before dropping the wings and slowly walk towards you. You step back enough for your back to free the tree.

He than stop an inch in front of you, then you both stare for a moment before he reach up and held your cheek in his hands and rubbed his thumb under your eye.

"If you ever die, can I take your eyes? I want to see something as beautiful as your eyes" He smiled at you.

You felt your heart skipped a beat. He was complimenting you in his own way.

Sure it might be strange, but that's Ronove for you.

You gave him a warm smile before nodding. Before leaning your face into his touch and cupped your hand over his.

He moved close and use his other hand to hold you.

For a moment, you felt happy after being called beautiful.

Note: I had fun writing this since Ronove is one of my favorites.

Hope you like this 🐄Anon

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#spark's answer #whb ask #hi anon :3 #what in “hell” is bad? #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #whb ronove #whb mc #whb ronove x mc #whb ronove x reader #whb fic

[sirdindjarin]

Shelter - Joel Miller x Reader (Part Two)

Your easy emotions wreak havoc on Joel, and so do the people you two encounter... good thing you're there to help him.

In which our intrepid hero deals with some shit. And some 👉👌.

Masterlist ->

AO3 Link♥

RATING: Explicit. SEXUAL CONTENT: Consensual P in V, Choking Kink, Attempted Rape (not by Joel). VIOLENCE: Gore, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Death of an Animal (Deer Hunting).

TAGS: Joel Being Absolutely Whipped and Filthy-Mouthed, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Age Gap.

WC: 13k

As Joel steps through the doorway of the mom-and-pop furniture store, the glow of the gas lantern he’d found earlier is a beacon.

He rounds the edge of a gigantic, cheaply-made chest of drawers to see you asleep. The glow of the lantern casts amber light over your face. Your hair is strung across your cheek and Joel crushes a wild urge to crouch and brush it all away. He glances to the left and his heart stops for a moment when he realizes Ellie is sitting up, watching him.

“You found something,” she declares without hostility.

These girls’re too observant for me. Joel lets the silence hang for a moment before deciding how to reply. 

“I’m gonna talk to your sister in the mornin'.” 

“Yeah, I saw you talkin’ earlier,” she snickers, then levels him with a glare. “You better be careful. I’ve got no problem killing you myself.”

He doesn't grace that with a response.

“I notice everything. I like you, Joel, but I love my sister.” Ellie shrugs dramatically, “I’m just sayin’. I’m on her side if you pull some shit.”

“I’d expect nothin’ less, kid.” Joel’s voice strains as he lowers himself down onto the sleeping bag you’d laid out for him. He wishes you hadn’t. 

Ellie shifts her attention back to her book (a new one you’d found and given to her called Nancy Drew) while Joel shuffles down into his bed. 

Joel lets the faint lull of the ocean carry away his stress for the night. His eyes close but he feels the desire to look at you, just a couple of yards away. He denies the desire, squeezing his eyes tighter, and focuses instead on what he can hear. A page turns. The wind's howl over the building. The sound of your steady, peaceful breath traps his attention, and he soon drifts away.

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“And how do you know it’s legitimate?” You press him.

Joel sets his hands on his hips. “I know my brother's writing.” 

You chew your lip. Like Joel, the day is much colder than yesterday. 

“That’s a long walk."

“That’s why I’m givin’ y’all the choice,” Joel explains. “Same deal as last time.” 

Your eyes twinkle as you ask, “Ah. You’re only trying to hold up your end of the deal?”

But Joel’s desperate to keep himself from falling for your charm like he had the previous evening. Instead of rejoining with a witty comment, he simply says: 

“Yeah.” 

Taken slightly aback by his mood, you’re quiet. Then you turn to Ellie. “What do you want to do? If you’d rather stay here, look around this area more…” you trail off, waiting for her opinion.

Ellie’s eyes dart to Joel before answering. “I mean, I’ve never seen that far north. And we should make Joel keep his promises.” 

Joel can’t help but make a pfft noise at that. 

“Do you want us to come with you?” You ask him point-blank. It’s that simple for you.

And he can’t answer that. Yes, he did; and no, he didn’t. Yes, he wants the two of you to come with him. But no, he didn’t need the weakness of his growing attachment to both of you. It isn’t that simple for him, and he bristles when you try to make it so.

He raises and lowers his shoulders in a half-hearted motion. “If you come, you can always leave, but if you stay here for now, you’ll prob’ly never find it.” 

Your shoulders sag at the deflection, but you’re not surprised. It had been out of character for him to have gotten so close to you last night, so it should come as no surprise when he returns to his regular, shut-everyone-out attitude. 

“Okay. Good point. Ellie, if you’re not interested in staying here, that’s all I care about.” 

“It’s fucking nice here. It’s so cool. But I miss people. Decent, normal people.” Ellie cuts to the chase, and you ruffle the ends of her ponytail fondly. “All we got is Joel,” she digs at him with a sly look. 

“You’re somethin’ else, kid,” Joel scoffs. “Alright, we’ll set out tomorrow. Spend today gathering supplies.” 

“I’ll make a list,” you offer.

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That evening, as you say your goodbye to the ocean, you stand on a jetty hugging yourself. It’s the hour of sunset, and you’ve never seen a more beautiful one. 

Sunbeams paint the clouds violet, gold, pink, and red. Some clouds in the distance are a heavy gray, pregnant with the storm that will come in the night. The sky behind is a deep blue. And, though none fall, you’re unembarrassed by the tears that well in your eyes. 

Your parents never saw the sea. You may never see it again after tomorrow morning. Loss in the face of such grandeur feels more poignant. 

Joel stands beside a sand dune, lost in thought once again. How do you maintain the capacity to feel so much and keep getting up every day? He’d spent the last eight years in a cloud of violence, alcohol, and occasionally something heavier. He couldn’t find it in him to care about himself half of the time, let alone a fucking sunset. 

Frustrated at his fascination with you, he turns his back to finish preparing for the long walk to come.

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Over a week later, the three of you cross the western edge of the state. The slog through the lowlands had been made easier by the discovery of a working pickup truck two days earlier. It had to have been used by someone recently, though no one had been at the rural home when you’d boosted it. 

It was old, and the gas gauge perpetually stated it was on E, so Joel siphoned gas every two hours. Because of this, it was necessary to take the interstate or other, passable roads with vehicles laying around like miniature gas stations. 

The days spent walking had been hell. There had been no breeze, and the weather had been so mild as to have the three of you sweating under your clothes. You’d had to remove everything but your jeans and your dirty tank top. 

Joel hated that. He’d have fought the weather if he could.

He’d been outright rude to you several times. Cutting over you when you spoke, or intentionally asking Ellie a question that you should’ve been asked. Then, sometimes he would slip up. You caught him staring at you, your chest, or your hips. Each time he was caught, he’d withdraw sullenly until Ellie annoyed him with a terrible pun. 

He was also caring.

Separately, and more than once, you and Ellie had woken up with his jacket draped over your sleeping form. He answered some of Ellie’s prying questions (“What did you do for work?” “Now or before?” “Both, I guess.” “I was a contractor. After it all went to shit, I transported… contraband.”) without much fuss.

He often kept watch with Ellie, telling her the odd short, humorous story from his distant past. He never told her about his family, nor details on his life after the outbreak.

The first time you'd woken up to Joel's heavy, pleasantly musky jacket across your body, it was like he had cursed you. Your eyes trailed him the entire day as his powerful stride pushed him forward, the lazy confidence of his hand resting on his gun. You watched his throat and the hook of his nose as he took a drink of water, unbelievably parched yourself. 

Then he caught you. His eyes, unwilling to see what was flashing neon in your own, tore through you. He refused to give in, but daily he made it worse.

To the unending amusement of both of you, he even delivered the punchline to Ellie’s first joke of the day once. Unpredictable motherfucker, you frequently cursed at him in your mind. 

Today, the atmosphere in the cab is stiff - at least between you and Joel - and no one had spoken in over an hour. You knew Joel wouldn’t be the one to break the silence, and you’re unsurprised by the one who does.

“Why does Dr. Pepper come in a bottle?” Ellie asks.

At the odd question, you turn your body to look at her in the backseat, but she’s hidden behind her joke book. Oh, you realize. “Hmm, I don’t know. Why?”

“The answer is: ‘Because his wife died.’” Ellie lowers the book and frowns. “I don’t get it.” 

Joel chokingly laughs. It’s so unexpected that you and Ellie stare at him for several seconds.

“He comes in a bottle.” Joel chuckles again and looks at you pointedly. 

“Oh.” You cover your mouth and snicker. “Oh.” You sit back in your seat, your cheeks red.

“No, no! Don’t do that - what am I missing?” Ellie yells. She returns her eyes to the page as if the context will appear. Somehow, it does. 

“Oh, my god. I get it. I wasn’t expecting a dirty joke; that’s the first one in here.” She muses.

“Thank fuck,” you comment. 

The tension between you and Joel had been nearly unbearable, and the slips in his emotional unavailability were driving you insane. Avoiding thinking about… that… was the only way you’d survived being stuck in this enclosed space with him.

“There’s a whole section of them,” Ellie says with awe.

You whirl around to try and snatch the book from her, but she’s faster. She holds the book out of your reach, your seatbelt locking you in place.

“Ellie, give me that.” 

“Why?” 

“Let her keep it,” Joel interjects. 

Ellie looks at the back of his head like he’d grown an extra one.

You ignore him. “Ellie, for fuck’s sake, at least skip the dirty jokes.” Your imploring eyes tell her what she needs to know: Don’t make this more awkward for me than it already is.

“Okay, okay, chill the hell out.” She rolls her eyes and sighs at you as only a teenager can. Then she motions at you, then Joel, then you again.

“I know,” you groan.

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Joel’s an attractive driver. It’s an odd thing to think, but you can’t help it. He casually holds the wheel with his left hand while his right elbow braces on the center console. Occasionally his obscenely thick fingers stroke the scruff on his face. You wish he wouldn’t.

“Hey, we’re not far from that house with the chickens are we?” You observe as the rolling hills flow by.

“Think it’s about a half-hour that way,” Joel indicates out your window. His hand crosses into your personal space, flustering you. “I doubt the ones we left alive are alive anymore.” 

“Yeah - no, I was just wondering. That was good meat, though. What a waste.” It had been so long since you’d had chicken, you’d forgotten how delicious it was. 

The day you met him, Joel had killed a couple and cooked the meat that night and the next day. Unfortunately, you’d had no way to transport chicken - live or dead. It wasn’t lost on you, however, that Joel used the word “we” when he had been the one to kill, clean, and cook it. 

Ellie breaks the silence again. “Hey, Joel.”

He hums questioningly.

“What’s your last name?”

He responds with automatic promptness, “Miller.” 

Ellie contemplates. “Joel Miller. Sounds good, I like it.” 

Joel Miller. It does sound good. Everything about him is so attractive, I hate it, you complain petulantly. Why couldn’t he have been ugly?

As the truck crests the hill, a huge valley opens up through the windshield. A loud boom! shudders through the car. Joel clamps onto the steering wheel with both hands, keeping control of the vehicle until the power steering gives out. Fish-tailing onto the shoulder and down into the grassy ditch, the car comes to a jolting stop halfway down the mountain. 

“Ellie, y’okay?” Joel spits out the question faster than your mouth opens to ask the same thing. 

“Yeah. What the fuck, man?” It’s rhetorical.

Joel’s alarmed eyes rake you over, “You alright?”

“I’m good. What happened?” 

“Think the tire blew.” He slams his hand on the steering wheel, “Fuck.”

“Great.” You peek out the window and notice the sun’s position. “It’s going down. I don’t think we should stay in the car tonight.”

Joel grunts in agreement and ducks to look in the rearview mirror. “Those rocks should be safe.” 

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In the blackness of the evening, the three of you lay in a triangle formation upon a large shelf of a limestone cliff. The cliff vaults up to your right, and down to the left. The view of the valley had been beautiful during sunset, but for once you had been too stressed to notice.

You lie on your sleeping bag, Ellie’s head at your foot. Joel lies with his head near yours. Concentrating on either fixing the car or abandoning it consumes you to a point that you don’t notice when Ellie starts snoring. Nor do you notice when Joel moves his bag closer to you.

“What're you thinkin' about?” 

“Joel- what the hell," startled from your spiral of anxiety, you jump. "Sorry. Just lost in thought.” 

“I can tell.”

Your head turns sharply, and you squint at him in the darkness, trying to determine what his goal was. “What’s that mean?” 

“You didn’t say anything about the view from up here. Just wonderin' what you’re worryin’ about.” 

Oh. He noticed that? You blush, thankful for the cover of night. 

“Oh. Well,” you fully roll over to face him. His head is propped on his hand, and his silhouette is all you can see. “I’m worried about walking so far. Or trying to find a tire. I’m pissed off about the pain in my arm. I’m worried about Ellie.” Your voice fades to a mutter, “I’m worried about- about you.” 

It’s quiet for a beat too long. “Why about me?”

“I -” you’re not sure how to say what you want, so you settle for the basics. “You’re unpredictable. I feel like one day we’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. And even though Ellie and I were on our own for so long before, it’s been…” you look for an appropriate word, “It’s been helpful having another adult I can count on.”

And here it was for Joel. He wasn’t stupid. You’re skirting around telling him that both you and Ellie have grown fond of him. He didn’t want that.

No, that isn’t true. The truth is he shouldn’t want it. 

Joel doesn’t answer. 

The natural sounds of the night replace your conversation. It’s so still, so quiet. You lay your head down and curl into a comfortable position facing the man. 

You hadn’t expected him to respond. He’d accidentally shown you cracks in his armor by parenting Ellie occasionally, helping with a task that should’ve been yours or Ellie’s alone like keeping watch or preparing dinner, and laughing.

For fuck’s sake, laughing with us - but still he kept the armor.

Sleep has taken you when Joel quickly pushes a lock of hair over your shoulder and states,

“‘m not goin' anywhere.”

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The sound of rubber rolling on pavement is the background to Ellie’s unceasing chatter. The bright sunshine feeds her mood as though she survives on photosynthesis. She’d left her joke book at the campsite, but she jabbers on about nothing and everything. After trekking for an hour, you managed to find a tire that Joel agreed should fit the truck. If it could shorten your cross-country trip by even a day, it was worth the effort.

Joel hunches over the tire, rolling it back up the highway. His backpack and gun sway with his movements. The awkward angle and the added weight of his gear have his brow dripping sweat. 

“So, what if it’s really snowy up there? Will we get frostbite? What if we find a moose - do those still exist? Aren’t they like the size of a house?” Ellie’s exuberance couldn’t be stopped.

“Joel, please…” you murmur as you jog up alongside him. You slip your fingers under the strap of his rifle, trying to relieve him of at least one burden. Joel abruptly straightens at the contact, leveling you with a questioning look. Your lips twist into a reassuring smile. You curl your fingers tighter and tug the strap down his arm. 

“I’ll take the backpack, too.” You keep your voice gentle as though you’re trying not to spook him. He allows you to take the gun but jerks away when you reach for his backpack strap.

“No, it’s heavy. I don’t want you takin’ both.”

“I know it’s heavy, that’s why I’m trying to take it from you.” 

The gun is slipped from you as Ellie brushes your side. You’d been too focused on Joel to realize that she’d stopped thinking aloud.

“Now she can take the backpack, ya stubborn old man.” Ellie slings the rifle and stalks ahead. 

A bead of sweat falls from his temple; he’s defeated. With a groan, he shrugs off his pack and holds it up for you. 

“If it gets too heav-”

“Stop pretending to be a gentleman,” you reach for the bag. 

Your fingers close partially around Joel’s, rewarding you with the sultriness of his rough fingers. For an extended breath, Joel doesn’t let go; he squeezes it a little harder. Eventually, he unclasps his hand, allowing you to bear the weight.

A couple of miles later, the silver truck is visible among the trees. You quicken your step.

 Joel's gotta roll the tire up that hill.

“Can I help you carry it somehow? Rolling it up this isn’t gonna be fun,” you offer.

Joel simply shakes his head, breathing deeply in resignation. He lifts it, grunting, deciding to carry it the last length. You’re glad he denied your offer because, wow, why is that so hot? You stare after him for far too long.

At the top of the hill, a younger blonde man peeks in the truck's window. Ellie hands Joel's gun back to him, then, as you taught her, she circles into the trees out of sight. 

"Howdy," the man straightens and calls out to you and Joel. "Got any ammo?" 

Joel has his gun pointed at the man before he finishes speaking.

"No."

Deciding that Joel wasn't the best negotiator, you step ahead.

"Are you looking to trade or to steal?" You step cautiously closer and the blonde man gets a better look at you. 

"Well, shit, I would've put on my two-day old clothes instead of my week-old ones if I'd known I'd run into you."

"You know this guy?" Joel snaps at your back.

"No?" His tone confuses you. Then to the trader, "Whatcha looking for?"

"I need some nine-millimeter, preferably. Shouldn't be too much of an ask since they're the most common. I do have some food up for trade." He holds up a large, navy duffle bag.

It was obvious to you that this man was used to his good looks and charm winning him points. He was slightly older than you, and you couldn't lie, this guy must've done well for himself in the apocalypse. He looked healthy, attractive, and normal.

The man continues, "I'm Zach. You show me yours and I'll show you mine?" He grins, but it fades fast. "Just tell the attack dog to calm down." 

Attack dog? 

You turn to catch a look at Joel: he stands with his gun pointed casually and coldly in Zach's general direction. You've never seen such an intimidating, contemptuous look on his handsome face. A shiver runs through you. Your poorly-timed attraction to him heightens. A tumult of terrible things you want him to do to you crash through your mind.

"Are you okay?" You quietly ensure.

Joel gives a curt nod, never taking his eyes from the younger man.

You face the trader. "Sorry, we don't have any nine-millimeter. We don't have anything to trade, really." 

"Ah, that's fine. There's another group around this area. Maybe I'll try them." 

"A group?" You query, your voice rising in concern.

"Yeah, you ain't seen anyone, sweetheart? There's a whole community of farmers. Rumor is they have chickens."

"Oh," you stutter. "Wow, chickens." 

"Yeah. Supposed to be a lot of folks, so I guess that'll be my next try." 

Zach looks you up and down, a genuine smile gracing his clean-cut face.

"You sure you don't wanna take a day trip with me? Take you to see some chickens? I'm sure your dad won't mind?" The winsome younger man cocks his head at Joel as if asking permission.

In the span of a second, Joel is a brick wall in front of you. He raises his rifle, his scope trained on the man's chest.

"If you don't get the fuck outta here, I'll give you those bullets you're beggin' around for." 

The barely-restrained anger in his voice involuntarily has you leaning closer to him. He sounded like he was speaking to a deadly threat, and you instinctively crave his protection. Your heart races, wondering what spooked Joel. 

Zach throws up his hands, "Fuck, man. Okay. I can't hit on her? Sheezus." 

He starts back up over the hill, throwing worried looks every now and then, seemingly terrified that Joel will act on his inexplicably violent mood. 

When he's gone, Ellie comes popping out from behind a tree.

"Damn, Joel, you made that guy piss his pants," she approves.

"What happened?"

The intense belief in your eyes that Joel had been morally right in that situation almost bothers him. He'd threatened the kid because the kid threatened him. Joel can't put rational words to it, but you're his… responsibility. 

"Had a forty-five on him. Not a nine-millimeter," Joel lies. 

"Wow, you could tell that?" Ellie's face glows. "That's impressive as shit. Teach me the difference? And how to shoot?" 

Knowing damn well that Joel had never seen any weapon on the guy, you tell your excited younger sister, "He will, El, but first he's gotta change the tire and get us going again." 

Joel rubs his jaw, sure you saw through him. “Actually, might be good to go hunting here where the woods’re thicker. And I'd gotta go before dark.” 

"I'll go with you," you don't let him squirm away. "Ellie, you know the drill. Keep an extra eye out while that guy's around. I think he's-" You wanted to say harmless, but realized that would undermine Joel's actions.

"I think he's gone; but just in case," you hand her your rifle. 

Ellie looks from butt to barrel with awed respect. 

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"So, what the hell was that about?" You interrogate Joel once the two of you are a fair distance into the woods. 

"Nothin'," is Joel's forthcoming reply.

"Joel, for the love of-" you grab his shoulder and spin him to face you. "What set you off?" 

Joel works his jaw, looking away from you, then meets your eyes with a faintly-playful tilt of his head. 

"He called me old." Joel's face is impassive.

You fight a smirk. "Are you being serious? Ellie calls you old all the time." 

"He was annoyin' me." 

"I annoy you."

"I know, you're doin' it right now." 

Sighing, you give up. "Fine, don't tell me."

"You upset I scared off a suitor?"

"A suitor? Damn, you are old." You push his arm in jest as you both continue marching through the woods. "He was too young for me." 

"He was older than you." 

"Too young." You say again. "Too happy. Too charming."

"Oh, he was charming, huh? That was workin' on you?" 

You catch his eye and smile like you have a secret, "No."

Joel knows you're goading him, and his chest aches with exhilaration. He'd point loads of guns at loads of people if you'd keep smiling at him like that.

You breathe out the word, “Deer,” and Joel sinks into a crouch, tugging you down with him. The two of you take cover behind a downed hemlock. His rifle rests on the treebark following the soft footsteps of a large animal. 

The way he pulled you down has you pressing into his side and you’re certain even the deer can hear your thumping heart. 

But neither of you move. You can feel the unyielding firmness of his body; it’s so incredibly comforting to you that it’s all you can think about. Joel Miller. 

He breathes in, and on the exhale he fires. The shot echoes through the woods, sending a handful of crows cawing into the air. Joel retracts his rifle and turns his head to you with a faux-humble smirk. 

He’s even closer than he was that night on the beach; your heart stops, then kicks into overdrive. With his hair mussed and his smile lopsided, he looks happy. 

Instantly realizing his mistake, but too weak to correct it, Joel risks another glance at your lips. He peers back up at your eyes and he’s dry-mouthed at how blown your pupils are. He watches with confliction as your face changes. You swallow a sudden lump in your throat and drop your eyes.

You pull away and whisper, “I can’t do this.” 

And you can’t. The constant heartache of Joel pushing and pulling at you was too much. Today, he’s open, but tomorrow he’d be withdrawn. It was selfish and it was idealistic, but you wanted all of him or nothing. Calling it a crush was trivializing your feelings. An injustice; you knew what you felt for him was stronger than that.

You stand and offer him your hand. If he couldn’t give you what you wanted, that's okay, because you’d love him anyway - as platonically as you could.

“Should we butcher it here? Or drag it? It’s gonna be a chore either way.” Your voice is forced cheer. 

Joel clears his throat, thrown for a loop. “Mm. Guess we’ll drag it.”

He takes your hand and you haul him up. He pauses to put his gun back on safety and sling it over his shoulder. As he does so, you stride toward the unlucky deer.

“I didn’t know lovebirds still existed.” You’re several yards from the deer when a man’s taunt drifts on the wind.

A greasy, stocky man in his late-thirties strolls out from behind another massive hemlock. He’s halfway between you and the deer carcass. Twigs snap behind you as Joel hastens to get to your side, but the man raises his handgun. 

He aims at your friend, but Joel only slows his pace. The man grunts with irritation and points the firearm at you. Joel’s footsteps stop. 

“Ooh, you’re easy to control, huh?” 

You picture your gun back at the campsite with Ellie as she kept watch. It’s hard to regret giving it to her, though. She had a weapon and so did you. As long as Joel was around, you’d be okay.

“What’d you want?” Joel grits out; he’s pissed.

“Buddy, I don’t like your tone. Neither do they,” and the dumpy man tilts his chin behind both of you.

Two more men crush leaves and branches below their feet as they materialize. One is older and armed with a small hunting rifle. The other is much younger than both his friends despite his beard; this man foregoes a weapon. Joel rotates to face the new problem, backing up as he does so, but the first man is wise to Joel’s play.

“Stop moving toward her.” 

Joel stops once more, his teeth clench so hard that his jaw pops. 

“We followed the deer. Been tracking it for a half-mile.”

“Then take it,” the inflection in Joel’s voice is flat, terrifying.

“A’right, a’right, don’t get your panties twisted,” the bearded man jeers. He then shares a meaningful look with the bulkier man near you. 

Standing between Joel and the heavyset man, you’ve angled yourself diagonally to see both men. Unfortunately, Joel is not the closest. The stocky man lunges forward and snatches your left arm, wrenching it behind your back painfully. You cry out in sheer agony as his thumb digs into your stitches.

“Don't fuckin' hurt her,” Joel whips out, seething. His mouth pulls into a horrified scowl, his hands raised in desperate surrender.

The man pulls up your flannel sleeve, saying, “Ah, see, I thought you were overreacting. I was so gentle.” His oily nose sniffs your hair, “Did this guy hurt you, baby?”

You twist away from his rancid breath on your neck. It occurs to you to lie, to try to get them to believe Joel was possessive for a reason other than whatever drove him. Basic ethics, most likely. 

If you lie, maybe they’d see you as less of a bargaining chip. Joel certainly wasn’t helping. He’s keeping his feelings forefront with that black look on his face.

With reluctance, you mutter, “Y-”

But it’s curtailed by your own scream as Joel stumbles to his knees. The two men stand above him - the butt of a rifle is pressed against the back of Joel’s head. His eyes find yours, and a trickle of blood drips down his forehead. Tears stream freely down your cheek. 

How could they? Joel is carefully and permanently on a pedestal in your mind. The peak of masculinity - both good and bad: protective, providing, impenetrable. Seeing him bleed, sagging on his knees was unthinkable. It was perverted, wrong. 

You headbutt the man in the nose, a painful crack against the top of your skull. Grabbing the barrel of his handgun, you wrench it loose and stumble away. The man swears and doubles over, hands over his face.

Gasping for breath, you aim the gun at its owner and order, "Make them back off."

"Bitch, I'm not their daddy. I don't control ‘em," the man sounds pained. 

The rifleman shoves the barrel of his gun into Joel's temple. "Put it down or I'll kill him." 

"Hey, listen. You owe me, now," the stocky man says. "If you set down the gun, turn yourself over, we'll leave him be." 

In your moment of hesitation, you lock eyes with the man you'd never expected, fear in his wet eyes. Then a freight train barrels into your side.

The gun's owner was quicker and quieter than his build should allow. It wasn't fair.

“Now, as feisty as you may think yourself, I’m not a fan of that.” 

Your cheek is roughly grabbed, squeezed, and you're forced to watch as the rifleman slams the butt of his weapon into Joel’s back. Joel sprawls onto the ground, the wind knocked from him. 

Weeping freely now, you beg, “Stop hurting him. Please, please don’t.”

“You gonna do what we ask?” 

Joel tries to speak, but he’s rewarded with another blow to the ribs. He groans and falls onto his uninjured side only to have the bearded man deliver a clumsy kick to his stomach.

“Yes, yes. I won't- won't fight if you’ll let him -” you break off at the look in Joel's eyes. “Please, let him go.” 

“Goddamn it,” he groans. 

Taking advantage of Joel’s attackers focusing on him, and the man holding you being unable to see your face, you mouth: Ellie. Take her. Go.

He growls your name and a curse which earns him another kick to the ribs. He coughs violently, then pushes himself up onto his knees, breathing heavily.

Still staring at you, he softly shakes his head ‘no’. A dead leaf falls from his hair; his brown, puppy eyes are devastated. It crushes your heart into the thousands of pieces you’d been so sure it was already in.

This doesn’t feel real. It’s as though you and Joel had slipped into a nightmare out here in the lonesome woods. None of this was real. None of it except your certainty. If you could save him, you would. You'd tried; and you'd try again. He could keep Ellie safer than you could. It’s simple for you - always had been. The decision wasn’t a decision at all. Love was a practice; a concrete, tangible thing; an action. Love sacrifices. 

“‘Course. I swear. He’s not exactly our type. Good news, boys, y’all know I hate a fighter.” The man wraps an arm around you and drags you backward. 

He’s deliberately slow enough to let you watch as Joel stands, pained. He punches the oncoming bearded man in the jaw and, using his momentum against him, drops the fucker to the ground. Joel then lunges for the rifleman, but the young, bearded man is up faster than he should’ve been. He snakes an arm around Joel’s throat. 

“Joel!” You wail, thrashing in the man’s arms. “You fucking swore, you fucking asshole.” But you know it had been a long shot. You don’t even get to see Joel’s face one last time before you’re dragged over a ridge.

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Joel’s temples throb with his heartbeat. The near-deafness in his right ear isn’t new, but he feels more like a flash-bang grenade exploded in his face. It had been late afternoon when he’d taken you hunting, and the pale blue lighting he sees when his eyes blink open tells him it's just after sunset. 

He puffs out a cloud of the mulched forest floor between his dry lips and pushes his palms down to leverage himself off the ground. The temperature had dropped rapidly and the air stings his bruised lungs.

It’s then that he hears your cry. It’s muffled like someone has their hand over your mouth. He hears feet scrabbling in the leaves, and his body physically stiffens at the remembrance of where he is. 

Rage and panic napalm his mind. Those assholes must believe they’d killed him because no one in their right mind would leave Joel Miller alive; not when they had his… his.

He wanted to be mad at you. Wanted so desperately the chance to be mad at you. How could you believe them? Why would they have let him go once you stopped fighting? His heart races and he wonders if he's having a heart attack. He had been right in the beginning about you being too trusting. He had been right this whole time. 

He hides his fear of losing you behind blame, anger. But then his own guilt kicks him. You were doing exactly what you’d do for Ellie. For anyone you cared for. He should’ve been stronger. He should’ve saved you.

Joel casts a searching eye for a weapon, though the righteous rage inside him would be enough. There it is. He can’t quite believe it. One of these boys with a room-temperature IQ had left his .22 propped against a tree trunk near the lip of the earthy depression.

Ignoring the pain lancing through his body, Joel crouches and shakily snatches up the gun. He moves to the top of the small rise and peers around a tree. 

Sitting on your shins is the bearded man who knocked him out; the sandy-haired man’s grimy fingers are trying to shimmy your jeans down. The second man, the rifleman, whom Joel now notices is wearing a torn band shirt, is seated in the dirt above your head, pinning your arms. The third member of the goon squad, their leader, is straddling you, kissing your neck.

Joel refuses to look at your face because if he does he’ll go insane. Instead, he raises the .22 in a flash and fires a shot at at the music fan holding your arms. His orbital bone shatters, blood spurting everywhere.

Without pausing, Joel launches out from behind the tree and swings the .22 into the head of the man who took you from him. He swings the gun as if he’s winning the World Series with it. The resounding crack is so loud that Joel knows he’s killed the fucker instantly. That pisses him off more. A better death than the shitstain deserved. 

Two men are dead before they even know he’s coming. Joel turns on the last one who’s now crab-walking backward from your legs.

“Hey, hey, please,” the younger man holds up a hand in panicked surrender. “You killed my brother, you killed him! Ain’t that enough?”

“You’re right behind him,” Joel grits out. He tosses the gun aside.

“Please, no, listen. No, no,” the man begs.

You retract your knees, hugging them to your chest as you sit up. Your body is a tempest of fear, revulsion, relief, horror, disgust, gratitude, and anger. You’re not sure which one you feel strongest. You’d been hassled before, nearly every woman left in the world had been and the odds hadn’t been great pre-outbreak, anyway. But it’d never been that close. 

All you focus on now is Joel. Alive, and standing between you and all the world.

“Close your eyes.” 

He doesn’t tell you to run because you’re already in the safest place you could be. You don’t want to close your eyes. If you do, he might disappear. You can't give up a sense while drowning in fear. Take your eyes off the one buoy you had? You just can't do it.

The sounds you hear are worse than what you see. There’s the dull thudding sound of Joel’s fists connecting with your attacker’s face, the man’s primal screams suddenly stopping, and the squelching of blood. 

Joel kneeling over the man, his solid right arm rising and slamming down is all you see. It's all you want to see. You'd be lying if you said his violent defense of you wasn't thrilling, wasn't stirring something inside you.

It will haunt you for a while, but the relief of Joel being alive would ease all pain. And in truth, the would-be rapist deserved it. He deserved that side of Joel just as you deserve the other side of him. 

You finally close your eyes when Joel's swings slow. Tucking into yourself, you relive the last few minutes and begin to cry.

There’s a hand in your hair. You flinch and your arms go up to protect yourself when you feel a weight sink to the ground beside you. Opening your eyes, you’re unable to move in the sight of Joel’s frenzied face. Freckles of blood dot his skin, and his eyes are wild. His breathing is rapid as his hand combs through your hair. 

“You’re okay,” his deep voice is raw, “you’re okay.” 

He crushes you to him - his hand cradles the back of your skull while you bury your face in his chest. A pained groan rolls from his mouth but he doesn’t let go. His earthy, leather scent is grounding. 

You scramble to match his kneeling position to fit into him further; you push underneath his jacket, wrapping your arms around his torso, needing to feel him. He rests his cheek on top of your head.

“I thought they killed you,” you cry brokenly into his clothing, the inconsolable grief of losing him still pressing on you. 

“Never fuckin’ do that again,” it’s too soon for him to be mad, but he tries anyway. He pulls back just enough to take your face in both hands, “If you’re given that choice again, you do not choose me.” His troubled eyes dart between yours. 

You know you can’t retort, so you drop your gaze. You can’t promise you won’t take a bullet for him, because you would. Just like you would for Ellie. You slowly retract your arms from underneath his jacket, feeling awkward.

“I’ll try to think of something else first,” you answer him, your voice laden with too many emotions. 

You tilt your head up to see Joel’s beautiful face marred by a tortured expression. He’s so close that you can feel his breath on your cheeks. 

He wants you to be strong, yes. To fight. You are unapologetic joy and he can’t lose that. Joel would happily die if he knew you’d still smile at nature, at all your small reasons, at your sister. He can’t lose you, can't fail you.

In great contrast to the gentle way he holds your face, his jaw is clenched so hard that it looks painful. Concern creases your brow and your mouth opens a fraction to ask if he’s alright, but Joel’s lips are suddenly swallowing your question. 

He burns away the swirling mire in your mind. There’s nothing, no pain or fear. Nothing except for him. His kiss is desperate - a leaf clinging to summer. As your hand returns to caress his side underneath his jacket, you can feel his heart beating as fast as your own. 

A soft moan is forced from you when his hand fists in your hair. Your hands slide up his flannel-covered torso to cup his scruffy chin. 

You part your lips, and breathe, “Joel.” 

He moans into your mouth. 

Then you delve into him, deepening the kiss. His arms encircle you, one hand in your hair, the other squeezing your ass, keeping your body flush against his. He’s even warmer than you imagined. The night chill no match for him.

A bird tweets in the distant dusk. Then it’s as if he suddenly returns to earth: he leans back, putting distance between the two of you.

“’m sorry. That was… bad. This is -” he stops, looking around, and presses his swollen lips into a thin line. “Not right. Sorry. We’ll go find Ellie.” 

With that, he lets go of you completely, leaving you adrift. He stands and offers his hand to you. Confused, more muddled than you’ve ever been in your life, you accept the help silently. He drops your hand as soon as you’re upright. 

Holy shit. He kissed me, right? Or did I lean in first? His rejection stomps on the already-broken pieces of your heart. I knew he wouldn’t let me in.

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Ellie hops off a rock and slams into you, nearly bowling you over. She tilts her head to look up at you, and you wipe away her tear stains.

“I could hear you yelling. I could hear it, but I promised.” She cries in horror, referring to what you had ingrained into her every day since the outbreak: if you two were separated, she stayed put. She never came if she heard trouble. Ever. No exigent circumstances. She’d hated that promise, fought you on it constantly, but fucking hell were you glad she listened. You refused to even entertain what might’ve happened had Ellie been there.

“We’re alright, Ellie. I’m so sorry.” You smile tiredly. “Everyone’s okay.” 

To your right, you see Joel out of the corner of your eye. Ellie leans over and grasps his sleeve, making sure he’s tangible. Joel’s mouth twitches in a tiny but reassuring smile.

“I’m fine, kid.”

“You guys look like shit,” she swipes at her tears.

Joel barks a laugh, the quick change in Ellie’s disposition precisely what was needed.

“I’d like nothing better than a hot shower,” you reply. You can still feel their grimy hands on your body. You shudder.

“Dunno ‘bout a hot shower, but I’m sure we could find a spring tomorrow.”

You sigh, “Guess that’ll have to do.” 

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“Are you -” Joel stumbles over his thoughts, “Are you gonna be okay? To sleep, I mean?”

“Unlikely,” you give him an uneasy smile. “I’m happy to take the first watch.” 

“Alright,” he settles on the rock next to you.

You protest, irritated, “Please go rest. You've had a - a bad day, too.” You needed time to process everything and his presence was distracting.

“I’m not gonna rest if you’re keeping watch alone.”

You scoff. “I learned my lesson, okay?” 

Was he hellbent on making you mad at him tonight? After he saved your ass? For the third time. Oh, my god. I really am one big problem for him. 

Redness flushes your cheeks at the realization. You owe him so much yet all he does is drive you insane. Sorting out your feelings about everything was priority number one.

“That’s not what I m-”

“Well, what do you mean?”

“If you’d let me fuckin’ finish,” he makes a frustrated hand motion. “Got a hard enough time admitting it at all, an’ you want me to just come out with a poem or some shit?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I think we should eat those last two granola bars. Don’t you guys? They’ve been in my pack for, like, three weeks.” Ellie walks over and interrupts purposefully, tired of the argument.

“Well, they lasted eight years, so I don’t think a few days will affect them, but that’s fine with me.”

Ellie trots over to her backpack and breaks two bars in half. She returns and gives you one half and Joel another. Holding her own half from the second bar, she “clinks” her bar with yours. 

“Cheers,” she laughs before biting her piece. You smile and take a small bite of yours. Ellie wanders toward the sleeping bags, slowly picking apart her granola bar.

Under your breath, you tell Joel, “Please go get some sleep. I owe you and I’m fine.” 

He stamps the butt of his gun on the rock he’d been sitting on in acknowledgment, then mercifully leaves you to your daunting task.

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It's still dark when your relief comes. He looks terrible. His knuckles are flaked with both his and another's blood, and his forehead still bears traces of the afternoon.

"There's a stream down there," you indicate to your right. Its babbling could be heard in the quiet air. 

"I'm fine," he grouses. 

"Joel…" you gently chide. 

Pulling a shirt from your pack, you walk off to the stream. You're back less than a minute later, and you point at the rock you'd been sitting on.

"Yes, ma'am," his voice is still monotone. 

You position yourself in front of him, his face level with yours. He closes his eyes as you carefully rub the damp cloth across his dirty, blood-streaked forehead. 

"It's been hours, why didn't you clean up?" 

Joel only shrugs in answer. 

"What's wrong?" You stop wiping. 

His eyelids open and the flickering campfire reflects in his glassy eyes. 

"Can you just keep doin' that?" He closes his eyes once more. You oblige.

He doesn't mean to, he doesn't even register that he's done it until it's too late. He flinches as his sore, bruised knuckles bend to fit his hands around your hips. You tenderly grasp one and begin to wipe it free of residue. 

Neither of you speaks, too lost in your own thoughts and in the moment. Joel feels so close and so distant. 

You’d sorted through your emotions over the near-assault with brashness. It was the end of the world. Dwelling on things you had survived was pointless. 

No, the problem was Joel. You thought you’d got him killed, then he was alive, then the kiss, then he rejected you. Guilt, grief, joy, embarrassment. 

You still weren't sure who initiated the kiss, and his defensive coldness led you to believe it had been you. In truth, you supposed you were just back at square one. Joel forever opening up then shutting down again. 

It only made you feel worse. Desperately you wanted to cling to him, have him tell you that he didn’t blame you. Have him make the world go away. But even if he did that now, it wouldn’t last. He wouldn’t let you fully inside. 

“Thank you,” Joel murmurs when you back away. 

“Like I said, I owe you.” Your voice gives away no inflection. 

Joel watches you walk over to where Ellie lay. You kiss her forehead, then cuddle in behind her. He sees you whisper something in her ear.

Joel understands. An easy reprieve from your own emotions was to care for another’s.

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 The silver truck glimmers behind you. You regard it with sadness before trudging onward. The sun beads in your eyes as the westward walk continues. Looking down isn’t a reprieve as the sun reflects off the pure snow. The soft, rolling plains stretch out, but the horizon is jagged with the promise of greater hills or rock formations. There’s not a single car to be seen.

“It got us through, like, four fucking states in three days,” Ellie holds up a map of the Midwest you’d found at a state welcome center. 

“You mean I got us through four fuckin’ states in three days,” Joel boasts. 

 It had been too long since he’d filled the gas tank, but with the broken gauge, he’d been unable to predict exactly when the vehicle would give up the ghost. The answer was somewhere over the border of Nebraska. 

“Sure, Joel, you did it all on your own,” Ellie rolls her eyes. She kicks a chunk of snow. “I’m so happy you're here to do everything.”

Since the fight, you’d found it difficult to even look at the man next to you. You had bared yourself to him that day; shown him that you were willing to die for him, that you trusted him with Ellie, that your greatest fear had been his death; and then that fucking kiss. And here you both were: unable to look at each other. 

“At least one of you is,” Joel mutters, his breath clouding in the freezing air.

The man could find his way under your skin even if you were wearing a latex bodysuit. You bite your lip to prevent the automatic, angry retort. 

Thinks I’m dead weight. You think bitterly. Don't blame him too much. Almost got him killed. Probably thinks of me as a dumb kid. 

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to quell the heartbreak. You understood his opinion: you’re weak because you care. You had given up on trying to show him that that was the only way you could live with yourself.

A cloud blows over the afternoon sun, illuminating the land in a new way. The horizon silhouettes a building in the distance, at least a mile out. You shield your eyes, then point.

“Shelter?” Your teeth chatter together with perfect timing and, from the corner of your eye, you see motion. Joel is unwinding the scarf he’d found. He drapes it around your neck. 

“Wrap it over your chin,” he instructs. 

You do so. It had been a new scarf from the same rest stop where you’d picked up the map. It smelled old, but it was warm. His warmth. You regret curling it over your mouth because on top of the old smell was Joel. At least he can’t see most of your face now.

Joel relished the way something of his - albeit his for less than a few days - looked on you. He’d take what he could get. You’d pried open his hardened heart and nestled inside. Joel had never met anyone like you. So capable and vulnerable and easy to be with. And fucking irritating. And stubborn. God, you piss him off. 

You’d been different since that night and Joel hadn’t the emotional intelligence to work out your problem. As far as he could reason, you were upset with him for not saving you sooner, or for kissing you at such a shit moment; or, he worried, kissing you at all. His fear that you see him as a father figure grows larger.

“You and I go in, Ellie covers the front?” You start planning. “Together or me in the back?” 

“Could be one of those state historical cabins, so there might be only one door anyway,” Joel theorizes.

“Good point,” you concede. 

You evaluate Ellie’s back as she walks in front, wondering if you could get away with a hushed conversation with Joel. The heaviness between the two of you was reaching a breaking point for you. You’re just one state away from Wyoming now, and you can’t let him leave without fixing whatever was happening. Luckily, the wind howls occasionally from the west, so your words are unlikely to carry to her ears. 

You drop back, slowing your pace. Joel notices and slows as well.

“Is it because I told them you hurt me? Because I kissed you? Or because I- because I almost got you killed? Is that why you're still so mad at me?” You pepper him suddenly.

Joel couldn’t be more surprised if you had stabbed him. 

“No, I know why y’ told ‘em I did that,” he answers. “An’ I know you thought trading yourself was the best option.” His voice drops an octave, “It wasn’t, but I get it.”

“You get it? You don't blame me? Then why are you being so mean to me?” You plead.

“What?” Joel's face turns to yours.

“You’re even colder than usual. You make these little digs at me, you don’t trust me to keep watch half the time anymore. You treat me like a child you’re disappointed in.” The irony smacks into you when you nearly whine that last sentence. 

Joel grabs your arm, stopping you and turning you to face him.

"I don’ do those things because I think you’re a child. And I thought you were the one who was mad-” he pauses, unsure how to organize his argument. Snowflakes catch in his gray hair. His dark eyes are stark against the white surroundings. “But I couldn’t feel less fatherly 'bout you if I tried.” 

“What - what the fuck does that mean?” You ask, baffled and failing to keep your pitch low. Ellie notices now that the two of you have stopped.

“Can you guys fight in the damn cabin up there?” She crosses her arms and tilts her head back dramatically. “Either kiss or kill each other, I’m so tired of this.” And with that, she spins around. 

When you reignite eye contact with Joel, he’s burning a hole through you with every emotion you’ve ever made him feel. There’s a moment when you think he’ll take Ellie’s advice, but then he sighs.

“Go on, girl,” he gestures ‘after you’.

“‘Girl’? You said you weren't infantilizing me.” You scoff.

“Infantilizing? Well, ain’t that a five-dollar word, where’d ya learn that?” he snarks in exasperation. God, you piss him off.  

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Joel had been right, again. You were getting tired of that. An empty wooden box with a fireplace on the lower level, the cabin was at least a shelter from the snow flurrying down. It had plain, empty floors and a staircase with no railing but a trapdoor to separate the top floor from the bottom. That was handy in case a problem arose. 

There was a great debate about lighting the fire. All three of you took turns arguing both for and against it (Ellie: “But it’s fucking frozen in here,” Joel: “You wanna alert any dumbass in the area to our presence, darlin’, go ahead,”), but in the end, the frigid temperature had the final say. Ellie and Joel ventured back into the growing white swirl outside to look for wood in the tiny shed. 

While they were gone, you laid out the camping gear and set about making this house a home for the night. In the corner, you notice an old brochure for the place. 

Perfect. Kindling.

You dig through your pack to find your lighter when Ellie shoves open the heavy wooden door with two logs in her arms. She kicks the door closed, despite its weight.

“This was all I got, but I think Joel might’ve got more.” She announces, slamming the logs onto the hearth.

“Was he right behind you?” You ask, laughing preemptively.

“Oh, shit, yeah.” 

She runs to the door and jerks it back open. There’s Joel standing in the doorway with his arms full of wood. His leveled glare and signature frown send both you and Ellie into fits of laughter. 

“I’m sorry,” Ellie chuckles.

Joel’s long legs step over the threshold, and when he gets close enough to Ellie, he shakes his hair over her, showering her in melting snowflakes. 

Still laughing, Ellie blocks him with her hands and cries, “You dick!” 

Sitting cross-legged next to the hearth, you no longer need the fire, warmed by the scene playing out in front of you. No matter the type of relationship with Joel, you couldn’t care about the two of them any more than you do now. The smile on your face is so wide that you feel like you'll split. 

Joel approaches and sets the logs down far more gently than Ellie had next to the fireplace. You hold up the two logs Ellie had grabbed, and together with Joel, start the fire. 

After a dinner of canned veggies, Ellie sprawls out on the floor in her t-shirt and jeans. Joel sits with his back to the flames while you lean against the heated stones. 

“It’s hot down here,” Ellie complains.

Joel's face darkens with irritation.

“I’m allowed to be hot.”

“You’re the only reason we got the damn thing going,” he accuses. “You got too much energy. It’s got you all -” he makes a shaking motion with his hands.

“I do not,” Ellie yawns. “I’m actually exhausted.”

“That floor upstairs has a trapdoor. Might be cooler, El.” 

“Doesn’t heat rise or some shit?” Ellie asks.

“Yes, but this place is airtight and I’m betting it’s colder up there. I don’t care what you do, I’m just telling you.” 

“Okay, I’ll go look.” Ellie hops up in a fluid motion and bounds across the room and up the stairs. She’s gone for a few moments, and you picture her standing with her eyes closed acting like a human thermometer. 

She stomps down the creaky old steps, “It’s way cooler but not cold so I’m gonna sleep up there.” She starts to gather her sleeping bag, pillow, and her clothes. 

Your stomach lurches. Alone with Joel overnight? That’s… that’s never happened. 

“Do you want company, Ellie?” You ask, trying to take the coward’s way out.

“Uhh. Do you mind staying down here?” Ellie asks with a grimace. A teenager has to take every opportunity to be independent. 

“Course not. Just making sure you’re okay,” you reassure her, though you’re the one who’s not okay.

“Goodnight, then. Love you,” Ellie balances her stuff as she makes her way up the stairs. “‘Night, Joel!” Then the squeak, bam! of the trapdoor hinging shut.

“‘Night, Ellie,” comes his reply. 

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“Let’s get this over with,” you sigh pessimistically.

“Wish I hadn’t kissed you,” Joel blurts out before you finish speaking. It was obvious he hadn’t planned this any more than you had. 

Subconsciously, you put a hand over your chest at the stabbing pain of his words. Though you suspected it, it was hard to hear it from those same lips.

Joel looks into the shadowy corner of the cabin. “Everything used to make you happy. Sunsets, mountains, clouds - hell, even I managed to make you laugh once or twice. But you've been so… so angry ever since - since I kissed you.” 

Okay, so I didn't start the kiss. One less thing to feel guilty for. 

“I wasn’t sure who moved first. Then you said it was ‘bad.’” Your voice curdles to a whisper in embarrassment.

Joel’s head jerks to you. The firelight glows on the right side of his tanned face, highlighting his patchy beard. “You thought I meant your kissin’ skill?” 

You don’t reply, a lump in your throat at the memory of all you felt that day and the sting of his rejection. 

What scared you most that day was not what nearly happened to you, but what had happened to him. In a way, you understood him much better now. Letting people in only got people hurt. That’s fine and dandy when you were the one getting hurt, but not when Joel had been near death because of your affection for him. 

“No, you meant getting close to me.” You can’t make eye contact with him, but his hand twitches closer to yours.

“No, I didn’t,” his voice is so rough it could catch on silk. "You an' Ellie are all I got. What I meant was that I shouldn’t have finally let you know that next to three dead bodies after you’d been -” he stops himself, looking away.

Those two sentences in his gruff, passionate voice pick up the pieces of your heart. 

It's your turn. “I haven’t been mad, I’ve been hurt. Confused. Taking a page out of your book and building a wall to protect myself.” 

Joel frowns, “From me?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah. I told you I’m not a good man. Tommy and I did bad shit to survive. But... I was worse.”

“Stop fucking comparing yourself to him,” you beg. “I don’t want your brother.” 

“An’ you want me?” Joel chuckles darkly. “Old enough to be your dad.”

“You said you didn’t view me like a kid.” 

“No,” his brown eyes find yours, giving you the same look he gave you out on the road and before he kissed you that horrible day. “No, when I think about you, it ain’t -” he hesitates. “It's what any man would think.” 

You slide closer to him, your hip bumping the rock hearth, and murmur, “I don’t want any man, either.” 

Delicately, you rest a hand on his jean-covered knee. Your mind had changed. If he would keep opening himself up to you over time like this, he was worth the risk. Worth the heartache.

He's warm even through the tough material. A summer's day at the lake, and you desperately want to go swimming. Joel's large, deep eyes memorize your face, and the fire blazing beside you pales in comparison. 

“I can't. What if I fail you again?” His mind jumps to how close you were to being hurt. The fear shocking his body. The sound of your cry. “I don’t know how to be close to anyone anymore. And I’m-” his voice strains, but he raises his hand to touch your face. 

You close your eyes, inadvertently parting your lips as well. His thumb trails and pulls on your bottom lip. 

“I’ve killed innocent people,” he confesses, staring at your inviting mouth. "I’m not who I should be." 

His eyes snap back to yours as you open them, “I… had a daughter.” 

Joel’s eyes are watery, but he refuses to blink and let them spill. It’s Joel’s hardest confession and he does it purposefully while his brain is distracted. He needed you to know why he wasn’t right for you. Why he was stopping this.

 “So have I. And…” You pour your heart into your words, “I’m so, so sorry, Joel. Nothing I can say will ease that pain. I- I can't even imagine it." You picture Ellie. You squeeze his knee where your hand still lay, "But I’ll help you carry it all, if you’ll let me."

“Goddamn it,” he growls. “You’re not lettin’ me have any room, are you? Always have to fuckin’ argue.” 

His calloused hands seize your face, crushing his lips to yours. You mewl in surprise and the hand on his leg flies to his cheek. He holds you together though you feel like falling apart. The kiss was never chaste, but then his tongue demands its way into your mouth and you reward him with a submissive moan. 

Joel feels his entire body ignite. His lips drag you to a state of arousal you'd only experienced in your dreams of him. His hands clutch the sides of your face, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones as he licks into you. Joel's heat soaks into you, pooling below your stomach. 

Not close enough for you, you throw your leg over him, straddling him. 

He groans deliciously as you settle on his lap. He runs his hands up and down your back, your sides, wanting to map your body.

You grip his hair, as soft as you always knew it would be, and refuse to let the man breathe. Your kiss is as incendiary as his, and both of you gasp around the other’s lips. You rock against him, feeling the hardness in his jeans. 

“Fuck,” his voice breaks along with any restraint he still had.

“Please,” you cry, plain need dripping from your voice. 

“Whatever y’want, baby,” he drunkenly promises into your skin, placing openmouthed kisses down your throat. “This gotta go, though,” he grumbles. He slides both hands up your shirt, removing it with a flourish. 

His undeniable desire for you goes straight to your soul: a desperate ache for him. He works your bra off and replaces it with his hardworking hands. You throw your head back in relief, but it’s still not enough. 

"Yes," you spur him on.

Returning to his perfect, indecently pouty mouth, your hands fumble with his belt. The clink of the belt buckle hitting the stone hearth underneath him is the most erotic sound you've yet heard. Without leaving your lips, Joel hooks your ankles around his waist and lowers you to his sleeping bag. 

He trails down your jaw. You hurriedly unbutton his flannel, wanting to feel his skin flush with yours. He lets you slide your jeans off, in fear you might remember the last time a man tried to remove them. 

But once they're gone, his hands skate along your hips and hook in your underwear. In a jumble of arms and material, Joel soon covers your nakedness with his own; his hard length throbbing against your hip.

“I can feel your heat, already,” he chokes, his voice gravelly. “Now, you gonna be quiet, or do I gotta cover this mouth of yours?” Joel’s thumb ghosts over your lips.  

“I’ll be quiet, Joel. Promise,” you widen your eyes in earnest. 

Joel groans, "Shit, woman." He ruts against you.

You lean to kiss his neck and jawline while your hands slide down in excitement to cup him, stroke him. You make a small, satisfied noise at the feel of him in your hands. He moans above you, dropping his head onto your shoulder, and you smirk.

“Are you gonna be quiet?” 

He grasps your wrist and pulls it away. “You keep doin’ that and this’ll be a short ride.”

Joel ruts against you again, this time across a spot he hadn’t before - and you jolt with the sensation. He does it again, mesmerized by the way you move. He lines up and teases you, the mere contact sending your eyes rolling. You dig your nails into his biceps.

“Joel, before- I just want t-” 

He stops you with a wet, filthy kiss. The throbbing between your legs has you rubbing against him for release. He erases your thoughts. Joel tilts his forehead to yours. 

“I know y’do.” 

As much as he fought it, worried about it, somewhere deep inside he knows exactly how you feel. He also knows he feels the same. 

Written across my fuckin’ forehead, isn’t it?

But, unlike him, you'd never taken a break from loving things. You hadn't spent years denying that you were even capable of it anymore. He could not say it. But he could show it.

Your anxiousness melts away when Joel pushes into you slowly, savoring your expression. Total arousal and concentration has his mouth gaping. You nip at his bottom lip and he chases your mouth.

He can’t believe he’s doing this. For such a short amount of foreplay, you’re gushing for him. He almost gave this up over fear of letting you in? This with a woman who loves him? God, he is a coward.

“Don’t deserve this,” it’s a throaty moan as the patch of hair between his hips scratches yours. He looks down at the place he’s joined with you. 

What a fuckin’ sight, Joel feels the spark at the base of his spine and almost comes right there.

“Oh, fuck,” you thread your fingers back through Joel’s hair.

Your breasts press into his hard chest as you arch to accommodate him. It doesn’t even hurt, you’ve been so thoroughly turned on by him. You just need Joel as deep as he can be in you, in all possible ways.

He drags himself out, then slowly eases back in. You whimper with the deviance of a man being inside you. Not just any man, either, as you’d told him moments ago. But Joel. Beautiful, emotionally fragile, powerful Joel who felt loyalty toward you, who protected you, who cared for you. 

He drops his mouth to bruise yours, overwhelmed by your reaction to him. His pace picks up until his fingers dig into your waist as you cling to him. You try to keep the need to be silent forefront, but it was so difficult with Joel possessing you, forcing noises to exist. He clasps a large hand over your mouth.

He closes in over you, muttering, “How bad I wanna hear those noises. Wish I could hear how much you like it.” His hand slides up over your breast, manhandling slightly. 

“I thought about your hands,” you adjust his fingers to admit in a whisper. "Thought about them all over me."

“Hm, did you?” His voice is thick with lust.

Before you can answer, he wraps his hand around your throat, and, watching your eyes, squeezes the sides carefully. Only enough to remind you how strong he is, what you do to him, and how utterly safe you are with him. He kisses you again, hard, and it's full of those promises. 

It’s then that the tense pleasure building in your core snaps into an electric fire in your muscles. Writhing underneath him, he feels it, too.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he slows his thrusts while your body squeezes him. 

“Oh, my god, Joel,” you cry as quietly as you can. You’ll never get off him after this. 

It's the first time you've sung his name, and Joel knows he is well and truly fucked. He releases his grip. You grasp his hand and kiss his knuckles slowly.

He arches your hips and shoves his balled-up jacket underneath you. Joel places his hand over your mouth and thrusts into you with barely-controlled force, grunting with primal intent.

Your cry is muffled and distorted as he pushes inside you over and over. He rubs against a spot that makes you arch into him and decides that's his favorite. His thumb rolls over your sensitive mound and, combined with his filthy words, you feel him building another wave of euphoria. 

All you know is his name, repeated over and over in your mind to remind you that Joel is the one making you feel this good. That knowledge alone shoves you back to the edge.

His lips are at your ear, and his accent is the strongest you’ve ever heard it, “Knew you’d feel like this. Always throwin’ yourself at me. Darin’ me to fuck you. Wantin' me to do it,” he can’t help himself: he tenderly bites and sucks at your neck just below your ear.

“Look so fuckin’ good underneath me,” he praises, his cadence clipped with exertion.

But Joel is tireless in his pursuit. Determined to show you how you make him feel. Determined to take what was already his. Hellbent on fucking you until it hurt to walk tomorrow. Shit, maybe he’d carry you. He felt free, wild. 

It’s the way he consumes your body with his hands, his lips, his tongue as he fucks you that has your mind reeling into another realm, or falls off a cliff, or wherever it is he sends you. Your body is as taut as a bowstring before it snaps the second time. The pleasure of Joel playing your body like a guitar fills your bones, your veins.

“Y’still with me?” Joel presses a kiss to your lips. You feel yourself clench a final time around nothing. He sits back.

Absently, you run a hand along your stomach and feel a substance. You raise your eyes to his, and he grins sheepishly. It’s such an intimate smile, it hurts. He takes a shirt and wipes your skin.

“Sorry 'bout the mess. Wanted to pull out in time to come on the shirt or somethin’ but…” 

He takes your hand, helping you sit up, and kisses your chin, cradling your face. You kiss him with fervor, and he breaks it to finish, “But you’re too damn much.” 

“I’m never just right, am I?” You joke. You count on your fingers: “Too happy, too talkative, too argumentative, and now just too much.”

He grabs and kisses your fingers, saying huskily, “’s the way you should be."

"Put your clothes on," you laugh and follow your own advice.

"Yes, ma'am," he picks up his jeans and pulls them on without buttoning them, and you think about ripping them off and going for round two. You can see the brunette curls poking out invitingly.

He puts his undershirt on, then drags your sleeping bag to his. He unzips both bags to lay flat. A bed and a blanket.

"C'mere," he relaxes on the makeshift bed, holding an arm out to you.

After everything, this was what was going to make you cry? The sight of him, hair a mess, glowing in the firelight, enveloping you into his arms?

All those years staring at sunsets. Wish I could've been staring at this.

Tears prick your eyes as you kneel with him. He tucks you under his waiting arm and lies down, fitting you against him. His breath plays with your hair, and his hand trails up and down your arm soothingly.

"I thought this would never happen," you sigh.

There’s a moment of thought before Joel says, "Ah, shit. You were seventeen when-"

"Yep."

"Oh," he realizes you're a virgin. Or had been up until twenty minutes ago. He feels uncertain. "You okay?"

You laugh, "Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?"

"Wasn't really romantic."

"You and a fireplace? That's way more romantic than I would've asked for. I'd have been happy with you and a backseat or you and a tree."

You feel Joel's chuckle roll through his chest. He viciously revels in your words. All you wanted was him.

"That wasn't what I meant, though. I meant that I thought you'd never - that you didn't feel anything like I did."

"Mm," he tenses. "Course I do."

Communication was not his strong suit, and in this moment, he does not want to fuck anything up.

"Better for me to show you."

"And I prefer that any time," you praise him.

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"Fucking finally, holy shit."

Ellie stands above with folded arms and the smuggest smile you've ever seen.

"You guys must've been freezing down here because somehow you ended up all cuddled together and I know for sure you'd never do that willingly because you guys hate each other," she sarcastically monologs.

Your face feels like you held it above the now-dead fire.

Joel hasn't moved. Maybe he was pretending she couldn't see him.

In the night, the two of you must've rolled over, because you're curled around his back, arm slung over his side. Your nose had buried itself into the waves at the nape of his neck.

"Ellie?" You cover your eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

She just laughs.

"Now does this mean there will be more or less bickering? Because sometimes it's entertaining but sometimes, fucking hell, you guys really go at it."

Joel finally stirs, heaving a massive sigh. "You ain't gonna leave us alone, are you?"

Ellie wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Should I?"

Joel shoots her a glare.

Ellie makes eyes at you and you know she wants to barrage you with questions. You suppose it'll come sooner or later, and it's better if Joel's not there.

"Joel," you start, not sure what to suggest, but then he sits up.

"I'm headin' outside."

The door closes as he tugs his jacket on, and Ellie looks at you with poorly-contained excitement.

"What the fuck happened?"

"Shhh! Shit, Ellie, it's not a big deal." You haven't decided how much you're telling her.

Her glare could kill a horse. "Not a big deal? It's Joel. Mr. Antisocial. And you've been pining after him this whole damn time."

You shush her again, "He's going to fucking hear you."

"You think he doesn't know?" She asks incredulously; your affection for him was so obvious that she thought even Joel couldn’t have missed it.

You exhale sharply, "No, he definitely knows that now. I mean he doesn't know how long. It's embarrassing."

"So, he… knows now?"

Shit.

You physically deflate. You'll have to tell her. She'll wheedle or smart it out of you eventually.

"We… worked it out."

Ellie starts laughing.

"You FUCKED HIM." She laughs harder at the new territory. It was funny, and kind of bizarre to have a man come into the picture after all of these years and change everything.

You can’t help but laugh resignedly, "Don't be so crass. You don’t need the details.”

“I don't want the damn details.” She looks nauseated at the thought. “I can’t believe I leave you alone for one night and you pounce on the poor man.”

“I didn’t pounce on him,” you retort, even though you literally did. “We talked about some shit that went down in the woods last week and… and some other things. It was a mature conversation. I hope the bickering will be much less.” Then you add, “But I wouldn’t count on that.”

“Just don’t forget I exist.” Ellie semi-jokingly requests.

“Ellie,” you stand and hug her tight. “Don’t even say that. It’d never happen.”

“I know. I guess if anyone had to be as wonderful as me, I’m glad it’s Joel.”

“It’s not a competition. I’m also happy to know you're not mad,” you chuckle.

"Mad? It's like I got a brother. A… much older brother." She makes a face at you. "More like a dad."

"You never heard of DILFs?"

"You're gross."

Continue ->

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[starlostseungmin]

seungmin is the type to have a roast battle with his s/o pls 😭 i feel like being his partner would be so so fun bcs u never know what this man wants to do?? he'd be like hey baby date in 10 mins and by date he means walking around the neighborhood to feed puppies or some shit like that

— claw machine, ksm.

i have merged your two soft thoughts so i hope this is just the way you were thinking about !!

side note: please do not send in requests, this is only for my soft hours writings thanks! ✨🤍

there’s never a dull moment when you two are together, with all the endless bickering and debates, the sarcasm and jokes that are half meant, seungmin would always get away with it. by what it means, he always wins. he loves to see that fuming face of yours whenever he annoys you, he would laugh at your clumsiness, especially when you fall on your face. there are times when he tries to bite your hand when you feed him food or pull away your headphones when you’re spacing out with the song you were listening to. the way he would be sweet-talking you but with a mixture of playful manner and annoying nicknames such as pipsqueak and nincompoop. 

“there’s a mini-arcade at the park in the neighborhood tonight, you want to go?” he asked a while ago when you and now both of you are outside. strolling around the park where a few game booths were being installed. 

“there’s a claw machine! you know i love those,” you said when he scoffed in response. 

“you suck at playing that,” he said. 

“ya, kim seungmin!” he loves it when you call out his name like that. a sign of triumph that he is proud of. but it is not every time he’d claim victory when he knew he has a soft spot for you. he would come back apologizing when he feels you’re upset and shower you with hugs and kisses. yet, you can’t stay mad at him, and you never felt upset, you just love acting like you were for cuddles. and because they were all jokes, seungmin would never hurt your feelings recklessly. 

“what? have you ever gotten a plushie? you wasted money the last time we played together,” he retorted. 

“and what? can you do any better?” you said rolling your eyes. 

“stand back and watch,” he said and bought tokens from the booth. you stood beside him as he inserted two coins into the machine, he was aiming for a pochacco plush for the sake of his leisure but ended up failing on the first try. 

“damn, the claws are slippery,” he sighed in disbelief and inserted coins again, still failing on the second try.

“you just suck,” you said, laughing at his grimace. 

“shut up,” he said, not taking his eyes from the game and still letting the plushie slip from the claws. 

“way to go, sucker,” you said rolling your eyes. 

“i’m trying my best to win a plushie for you,” he said, shaking his head while you pout your lips. “don’t pout, or i’ll kiss you right here,” he smirked as you smacked his arm lightly making him laugh. “oww!” 

“i hate you,” you said. 

“i love you more,” and by miracle, seungmin managed to get two. one was pochacco and the other one was a pompompurin one. two of his favorite sanrio characters but of course, you share the same love as him. you didn’t know how he did that but it was awesome. “say your apologies, baby cakes, i won, not just one but two! ha!” 

“eww seungmin! what the fuck did you just call me?” you said with your face painted with disgust.

“baby cakes? pfft,” he snorts.

“peasant! you maniac, i’m choosing minho’s cats over you!” seungmin made a loud gasp, dramatically.

“fine! i’m not giving you one of these and i won’t tag you along when i feed the puppies!” he said as he started to walk away, then regret started to follow.

“no, no, come back!” you cried, chasing after him but he just walked at a faster pace until he ended up running away with the two plushies while you go after him. “kim seungmin! come back here, you dimwit!” you said in between your excited laughs.

“catch me if you can! slowpoke!” he laughed and when you managed to catch him, he’d tackle you for a hug and kiss your face. “sooo, wanna go feed the puppies?” he asked, as if a tail was wagging behind him and ears being folded down. a puppy himself being excited.

“yup!”

and by that, the puppies wagged their tails while enjoying the food you brought with seungmin as you both sit on the sidewalk.

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[me-writes-prompts]

hi!! so i saw your vampire x ghost prompt list and loved it and i was just wondering if you could potentially do more?

im not so much a writer as i am an artist but also if it's not too much trouble could i ask for something that could potentially be drawn out in a single frame? like a simple (domestic esp) scenario i guess pfft

ty in advance for any consideration!!

Hi, I'd love to make more vampire x ghost prompts! And yes, I'll include a domestic prompt that you can use in your art :) if you do come around to draw it, please share it with me!! I'd love to see it!

Tag me if any of you write these, would love to read it!!!

cw: mentions of death

By @me-writes-prompts

Ghost following vampire everywhere, but then vampire finally snaps, and ghost gets very sad so they regret it instantly.

^^"Stop following me, I'm so sick of you!" "Oh, but I thought you liked me."

Vampire waking up to ghost sleeping peacefully beside them and they go to touch their face, and their hand goes through the other one's face.

Vampire getting in trouble because ghost keeps "stealing" all the food in the house and bringing it to vampire's room.

"You know, sometimes, I wish I was you." "What? a ghost?" "No, mortal. A human. So I wouldn't have to live through centuries and centuries of this torture."

"I want to die so I can be a ghost too, and then maybe we can be together..." "You know that's impossi-" Vampire kisses them to shut them up.

"How did you die?" "Oh, I was actually trying to fit a whole donut in my mouth and I did! but then I chocked on it, and here I am." "..." "What?" "That's the most dumbest way to die, ghost!" "I know, I've been aware." (lmaoooooooo)

"So, what are you dressing up as for the halloween party?" "I don't know, I'm a vampire, I don't need to dress up." "Oh come on, dress up as a ghost! I'll be honored." "Fine."

"I'm in love with you." "You shouldn't be. You're a ghost, did you forget that?" "No, but I'm still in love with you." "I-" "Look, we can just be like this, right? Nothing has to change. I'll stay with you forever. Please." (desperate ghost? yes.)

"You tried to kiss me earlier." "Yeah. I'm sorry, ghost." "No, no. Don't be. I wanted to kiss you too, but obviously, I can't do that physically."

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[moonpetrichors-blog]

hiii, merry christmas!! (if you celebrate) 🫶 i loved ur dating lo’ak hcs and i was wondering if u could write something based on patching him up after a fight like you mentioned in the hcs?

Cuts and Bruises

Tags: Lo’ak x Reader, Oneshot, Fluff, Avatar 2, Female!Reader, After-Action Patch-Up

Warnings: Cuts, Blood, Bruises (Not Too Explicit), Punch Fight, Swearing

Lo’ak got into another punch fight with the boys from the Metkayina clan, so you help tend to him afterwards.

Merry late christmas ♥ tysm for the ask lol I’ve been dying to write more about Lo’ak, he’s so cute ^^ I absolutely love the idea of him constantly getting into trouble and you’re the one who has to force him to take care of himself LMAO

Edit 2: I was going to beat the shit out of my laptop because it decided to shut down when I was in the middle of writing this and I hadn’t saved it. So! 🥰

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“Your girl is a freak!”

Lo'ak was furious, trembling from anger. All he could see when those words escaped Aonung's lips was red. Aonung could ridicule him for his appearance and tease his siblings, but you? Now that was pushing it.

Lo'ak struck the boy, and a brawl broke out near the rocks before he realized it. Lo'ak pummeled Aonung in the face with a barrage of punches; tails were being pulled, and blows were being exchanged. It was a bloody spectacle, to say the least. Lo'ak only ceased his heinous attacks when an outraged Neteyam hauled him away from Aonung mid-punch.

Lo'ak spat out the blood that had gathered in his mouth, and wiped his wounded lip with his battered fist. Aonung stood up, stunned, but a smile danced across his lips nonetheless. Neteyam pointed a finger at Aonung and ordered him to back off, then dragged Lo'ak away from the scene by the bicep before he could worsen the situation.

Aonung jeered and slapped his friend on the chest in a fit of laughter. “Pfft. Freaks go together, no wonder they’re dating.”

Lo’ak twisted out of Neteyam’s grip and stalked over to Aonung again. “Don’t talk shit about my girlfriend, you fish lipped dickhead!”

Neteyam sighed deeply as Lo’ak punched Aonung. Again.

...

To say the least, you were gobsmacked. Lo'ak looked dreadful, and seated across from you right now, he appeared more downcast than anything else. He'd just returned from a stern talking to with his father, which had left him looking distraught.

“Are you okay? What happened to you?”

Lo'ak refused to meet your gaze. You delicately took his hands in yours and brushed your thumb across the ridges of his knuckles. You noted how he grimaced at your touch, and frowned when you realized how much his hands were injured. You sat up to search for the first aid kit in his modest home; you know where it is now, as embarrassing as that may be, because you've patched up your boyfriend more times than you can count.

Lo’ak’s voice carried over in the space between the two of you. “I just wanted to protect you. He called you a freak!”

You suppressed a laugh. You, a freak? What did you even do to be insulted so ludicrously? You assumed Aonung had said that to get under Lo’ak’s skin, which he clearly succeeded in, as that word was a soft spot for him. Now he was seated away from you, waiting to be tended to.

He spoke dejectedly. “All my dad thinks of me is that I’m a troublemaking failure.”

Your heart hammered in your chest at his words. “You’re not a failure, Lo’ak. You’re the kindest person I know, and beating the shit out of Aonung to protect my name proves that.”

You nestled in Lo'ak's lap, dabbing a cloth with antiseptic. You cupped his cheek, pressed a tender kiss to his nose, and proceeded to pat the damp cloth on his injured lip. You then moved away from him and did the same to his knuckles, delicately tending to his wounds. Lo'ak grumbled.

“Sorry.” You murmured.

As you continued to treat him, you nibbled on your lower lip, and he sighed. You reached for a roll of bandages. Finally relaxing his muscles, Lo’ak laughed at your focused expression. 

He observed your deft fingers. “Do you think I shouldn’t have punched him?”

After unrolling the bandages, you wrapped his hand in them, securing your work carefully. “Only partially.”

Once you were done, Lo’ak raised his fist to examine your workmanship. He praised your first aid skills, and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t be so good at it if I didn’t have to do it so much.”

Lo'ak hummed in response to your statement. “Sorry, I know it must be kind of annoying you have to do this all the time.”

“Don’t be. I love spending time with you.”

He smiled softly at that, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “Me too.”

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[snowmist-hashira]

Hey can i request a little after school hangout with Muichiro and yuichiro 🤭 like they finally got the courage to ask reader to go out w them after school (mainly yuichiro making mui do it bc yui is embarrassed (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)) and they go and get ice cream and reader js feeds them or something (sorry im js obsessed with the new official art, and im sorry if this is messy im not the best at explaining (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠))

[Chapter title: Melting Hearts]

[Requested] Tokitou Twins x Reader

Wattpad:(One shots) Tokito Twins x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Twins x Reader Details: ♠ Information ♠ Master list: ♠ Tokitou Twins ♠ Word Count: 1,156

Artist: なつ一 [natyuiti_haru]

Links; Twitter

Pfft, Yui is so damn cute-... I totally enjoyed writing this one, and I think exploring categories like this with the twins isn't so bad (as long as it's not entirely poly). I can imagine them reacting this way if they both developed feelings for the same person. Anyways, I hope this ice cream scene turned out well enough! Let me know your thoughts, Muikitoo~ Tags: @aeolia18 / @demonslayeranimex / @thornrosekaori / @xaeoism / @cascadingleaves (Scheduled)

The school bell then rang, signaling the end of classes for the day, the classroom quickly filled with the noise of shuffling papers, scraping chairs, and chattering students. Some students hurriedly packed their bags and rushed out the door, eager to start their afternoon activities. Others stayed behind, taking their time to organize their belongings.

"Ugh, this heat is unbearable," Yuichiro complained, loosening his necktie to give his neck some relief.

"You're right, nii-san." Muichiro nodded, using his uniform sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "how about we grab some ice cream?”

Before Yuichiro could respond, Muichiro's gaze shifted to Y/n, who was sitting a few chairs away, packing her belongings into her bag. "We could invite Y/n to come with us," Muichiro suggested.

Yuichiro flinched at the suggestion, not because he was against the idea, but because he had never found the courage to ask Y/n out, despite both twins clearly admiring her.

"You don't want to?" Muichiro teased, a mischievous grin forming on his lips as he playfully looked at his older twin.

Yuichiro's eyes twitched in response, and he turned away, avoiding his brother's gaze. "You go ask her then," he replied, trying to hide his nervousness behind a nonchalant tone.

"Ah… You're shy for no reason, nii-san…" Muichiro muttered, his words audible enough for the older twin to hear. But before Yuichiro could react, Muichiro walked up to Y/n and gently tapped her shoulder.

Muichiro tapped Y/n's shoulder making her turn to face him with a curious expression. "Hey, Y/n," Muichiro began, trying to sound casual.

“Oh hey, Mui.” Y/n smiled warmly, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong at all,” Muichiro replied, returning her smile. “Actually, nii-san and I were thinking of grabbing some ice cream to cool off from this scorching heat. Would you like to join us?”

Y/n's eyes lit up with excitement at the invitation. "Oh, that sounds like a great idea! I'd love to come along," she happily accepted.

Yuichiro, who was trying his best to eavesdrop on their conversation, couldn't help but glance over at the exchange, though he had wanted to invite Y/n himself, he couldn't muster the courage to do so.

Outside the school building, the sun was relentless, making the asphalt feel like a frying pan. However, the prospect of ice cream made the heat more bearable as they headed towards the ice cream truck parked just outside the school gate.

"Look at all the options they have!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes scanning the menu on the side of the truck. "I'm having a hard time deciding."

Muichiro smiled, "Well, we can each get a different flavor and share them. That way, we get to taste more varieties," he proposed, mischief dancing in his eyes.

So, they did. There was a bench conveniently placed near the stationed ice cream truck, and the three of them settled down there. Y/n sat comfortably in the middle, flanked by the twins on either side. The cold, creamy ice cream brought instant relief from the scorching heat as they continued to enjoy their treats and each other's company.

"You're quite the fan of mint flavor, huh?" Y/n remarked, glancing at Muichiro, who was enjoying his mint ice cream.

Muichiro playfully teased, "Are you jealous? If you want, you can have a taste, Y/n."

Curious about the mint flavor, Y/n scooped a small spoonful from Muichiro's ice cream cone and tasted it. As she did so, Muichiro couldn't help but pout slightly, expecting her to take a bite directly from his cone. Yuichiro observed the scene and furrowed his brow, wondering what his mischievous younger twin was up to.

In that moment, a mischievous idea crossed Muichiro's mind. "Y/n~" he called, his tone playfully enticing. "Can I taste yours?" He asked, a sly grin forming on his lips. Yuichiro, on the other hand, gave his younger twin a wary look with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Oh, sure.” Y/n replied, Muichiro then playfully snatched Y/n's spoon and took a spoonful of her ice cream, he made sure to make it look casual, but he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. Unbeknownst to Y/n, the spoon he used had made contact with his mouth, resulting in an indirect kiss.

Y/n didn't seem to notice anything unusual and continued eating as if nothing had happened. However, Yuichiro, who was watching the whole exchange closely, felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment and surprise.

Although it was all in good fun, Yuichiro couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement, awkwardness and a bit of jealously at witnessing the indirect kiss between Muichiro and Y/n.

Moreover, it seemed like Muichiro was subtly teasing his older brother for not being able to take the initiative with Y/n. After all, Yuichiro had hesitated even in inviting her to a simple hangout. A subtle smirk graced Muichiro's lips as he glanced at Yuichiro, making it clear that he found the situation amusing.

This somewhat irked Yuichiro, he mustered the courage to express his bold thoughts, his heart raced with anticipation. He softly exhaled, trying to calm his nerves as he looked into Y/n's eyes.

"Y/n, I'd like to try it too," he said, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination.

Y/n seemed a bit taken aback by his request, but she nodded and handed him the spoon. However, before she could react, Yuichiro surprised her by gently taking her hand that was holding the ice cream cup. He leaned in a bit, his heart pounding in his chest, and boldly took a lick directly from the cup.

“…!”

Yuichiro looked up at Y/n, his eyes locked with hers, and he saw a hint of surprise and a glimmer of something else he couldn't quite put into words. He gently released her hand, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through him.

The atmosphere around them seemed to shift, and a moment of awkward silence followed Yuichiro's bold gesture. As both Muichiro and Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, the atmosphere around them became momentarily tense. Muichiro's playful expression turned into a slight frown, his brows furrowing as he processed the unexpected intimacy between his brother and Y/n.

On the other hand, Y/n remained completely oblivious to the shift in the mood. Her cheerful demeanor and lack of reaction made it clear that she had not fully grasped the significance of the moment.

"Y/n! Feed me." Muichiro boldly demanded, a hint of jealousy apparent in how his older twin, Yuichiro, acted, taking matters to another level while Muichiro held back.

"Wha-?!" Yuichiro widened his eyes at the sudden declaration, seemingly realizing that his younger twin was competing for Y/n's attention.

"Huh? You two are going to finish off my ice cream at this rate. Get your own," Y/n said, frowning at the twins. The two couldn't help but sweat drop at Y/n's obliviousness to their obvious infatuation.

‘Y/n, that wasn’t the point…’

#muichiro x y/n #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #fanfiction #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #one shot #female reader #x reader #fluff #kny x reader #kny x you #anime x reader #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kny muichiro #muichiro x you #kimetsu muichiro #kny x y/n #mist hashira #kimetsu no yaiba hashira #kny hashira #yuichiro tokito #yuichiro x reader #yuichiro x y/n #kimetsu yuichiro #yuichiro tokito x reader

[to6ge]

★ ’ BEWITCHED.

★ Gojo satoru x gn!reader

★ IN WHICH ! your lover, Gojo satoru woke you up in the middle of the night just to ask you to ride a bike with him. He took you to a nearby river, just to stargaze and admire you the moon.

★ WARNINGS ?? SFW, pining..?? Cursing, Non Proofread, other than that, none.

★ AUTHORS NOTE : Yall, idk how much times im gonna be changing my theme, but I changed it again 😁😁.. ANYWAYS!! was supposed to be studying, but felt the motivation to go write sooo here we are💀

“Wake up” - “Wake up!!” Gojo said, on top of you. Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, you were worried that something had happened.

You groaned, still super groggy. “Huh?? Whats wrong??” - “Its really late, you know?” you said with a worried but irritated tone. Why did he have to wake you up in such a sudden??

“Lets go biking” He said with a wide grin. You sighed and turned to the side “Im laaazyy..” you said “Please?? I reaaally wannaa..!!” He pleaded, and you just couldnt resist “Get off me first then!” You scolded him.

You slowly sat up as he got off from you, rubbing your eyes. You checked the time and saw that it was just 1am. The night was cold, breezy and it felt like it was about to rain.

“do i need to change my cloth—” you got rudely cut off by your beloved, he took your wrist and was practically skipping to go outside and ride a bike.

The moment you stepped into the outside, you were hit by the strong, cold wind. You both were in your silly, matching pyjamas. Your teeth almost immediately started clattering, he seemed to notice it but he was cold as well.

You were about to continue walking to your bike, when you felt gojo's warm embrace. He didnt know how to warm you up, so he just thought of this. “I know it wont completely warm you up, but thisll do. Right?”

“thank you, satoru” you smiled so warmly at him, he felt like he was also already warm just because of your mesmerizing smile. He returned the smile, but it was cocky and teasing now.

“You cant live without me, can you?” he playfully asked “Hmm, maybe i can maybe i cant” you returned his teasing demeanor “oh please, ofcourse you cant. Im your amazing, sweet and caring boyfriend!!” he said, grinning ear-to-ear.

You giggled out of his silliness, “i suppose so, i cant disagree with that statement” you were still smiling. “see? Im so cool right!” he was getting even more annoying by the second.

“yes yes, whatever you say satoru” you replied. He finally let go of you, the embrace surely kept you both warm. You continued to walk over to the bikes, one for you, one for him. You were kind of annoyed that there was 2 and he couldnt just bring you with him, but you decided to go along with it.

The both of you hopped onto your own bike, “you ready, [name]?” you nervously gulped your spit down. You could ride a bike, but you werent too good at it. But regardless, you put on a tough face “hell yeah i am!” Gojo seemed to notice your nervousness, he didnt think much of it, expecting that youd be good. I mean, to him, you were good at everything.

He started biking first, and god damn was he good. He was so stable and fast, you were breath taken by the sight of him doing things just so..... Utterly perfect. You tagged along, but when you tried to get fast you started to get unstable.

Gojo laughed and decided to tease you “Pfft! Youre so fucking bad at this!” he chuckled “Youre acting as if you dont suck ass at this too!” Obviously, you lied. He was amazing at this. Then he purposely crashed into you. Both of you shared happiness and laughter. This scenario could be a little more romantic if Gojo wasnt such a tease, but it was a cute “date” for now.

He started speeding up faster into a route you had never been to, you felt a bit suspicious but decided to catch up with him anyways. Turns out, he had taken you out to a lake. The moon was very visible, the sound of the water flowing was so..relaxing. There were a bunch of stars, everything looked so pretty. Even Gojo looked prettier right now!

The both of you parked your bikes and sat down on the grass near the river. The sight was so heavenly. You raised up your head to see the stars,, and they were breath taking. Your attention immediately redirected to the stars and the view, but Gojo? In this pretty place? He was still staring at you, admiring you, yearning for you.

“Even in the prettiest place, id still stare at you. Even in a room full of people, id still stare at you. You bewitched me, and youre so absolutely mesmerising.”

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[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

ABDGAGS HOW DID I ONLY JUST NOTICE THE MINI!YUU + MER LILIA THING I LITERALLY GET NOTIFS AAAA (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

It's so adorable!!! I love how Lilia was all like 'is anyone gonna make the baby human smile' and didn't wait for an answer(⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪. I'm wondering what Rook's up to though - is he gonna startle the little one? He do be sneaky (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

Your writing always gives me a HUGE serotonin boost lol - what're you working on at the moment (if you're cool with me asking (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠))

Referring to this post here:

Pfft!! Tumblr is weird when it comes to notifications, and lately, I've been seeing some content creators mention that tags and responses in their posts aren't showing up in their notifications unless they go in and look at the specific posts and see them. :V

Anyway, yesssssss, I had so much fun writing that part and I'm excited to finish it up! I did add a bit more to that part than what's been posted, but you'll see it once I post the finished product~ >vÓ

Rook is always a sneaky one, but while he is curious, he means no harm! In fact, he becomes more like mini!Yuu's land (aerial?) big brother. UvU

I'm so happy knowing that people enjoy my writing so much ;;v;; As for what I'm working on, I'm still chipping away at the pregnant fem!Yuu as well as the mermaid ask and figuring out how to tackle the next installment of the Kaiju!AU, though I'm working on trying not to overwhelm myself and take breaks so I can properly write. I have too many ideas sometimes and can overwhelm myself with trying to go too big with it 🙃 But I'm learning that it's okay for me to write as much or as little as I feel suits the idea(s) I'm given, so thank you all for bearing with me on that!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst marine biologist au #twisted wonderland marine biologist au #twisted wonderland mini!yuu #twst mini!yuu #lilia vanrouge #rook hunt #sorry for the lack of activity lately #got a bit burnt out but learning to better manage it so I can keep creating!

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I'm In Control Part 19 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Hi *giggles and blushes* I had way too much fun with this. When it comes to their role-play in this one, this how I pictured them dressed. That picture of Joseph Quinn isn't mine. I got it from ohmybabyjoseph on twitter. I'm not sure if they have a Tumblr! If they do let me know and I can add the correct tag. :). Enjoy <3.

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that that implies (I regret nothing!), as previously stated they do dabble in role-play (Steve being a cop, Eddie a teacher, and reader being a student), there is slight degradation (whore, slut, brat), slapping, spanking as punishment, handcuffing  😈, um... I think that's it lol

Word Count: 3547

“You really need to hire a new assistant. I can’t do everything around here. You know I’m basically working two jobs, right? My old one and my new one.”

“I know angel. I’m looking I promise. Did we get any more roles from studios or anything?”

“Well, I just got this one here a job with Jasmine Fire’s studio.”, you gesture to Avery who smiles as he scrolls through his phone. “I got Steve a role for something but there wasn’t anything available for Eddie. A lot of the studios are looking for women’s roles right now. I floated those to the other agents.”

“You are amazing.”

A heavy sigh filled the room as the boys entered your office. As you turned to greet them, you noticed Steve was in the policeman outfit that he was supposed to wear for the shoot tonight. The uniform itself was formed tightly to his body so every muscle he had, especially on his biceps, could be seen. Hugging his hips was a belt with an empty holster and handcuffs that seemed to have cushiony material fitted in. He still had the scuff along his upper lip and down his jawline that he had when you left their house this morning. He didn’t even bother to style his hair knowing they would do that on set. 

Avery’s eyes scanned him up and down as you pressed your lips together, trying to control you smile. He did look fucking sexy but it was so jarring seeing him dressed this way that it made you want to laugh. 

“TJ.”

“Officer.”

Steve smirked as he placed his hands on his hips, Eddie flashing his teeth in a big smile as he came to lean on your desk. 

“You look good, Steve.”

“Thank you, Avery. I’m not going to lie; I do feel powerful.”

“What’s the role you got him?”, your boss asks. 

“Are you se—Can you not see him?!”, you giggled.

“No, I mean where?”, he laughs along with you.

“Oh, um, with…Carnivore films…I think.” Steve nods, affirming your answer. 

“Ah, I see. They definitely like to roleplay over there. Their line up would make you believe every pizza delivery boy has a big dick and every girl home on a Friday night is just dying for it.”

TJ grins as he rises from your couch as you come around to lean on your desk next to Eddie. “Have fun tonight, Officer Harrington.” He pats the boy on his shoulder as he heads back to his own office. 

“I should probably head out to. Y/N, I just finished the paperwork and sent it to that studio.”

“Thank you, baby.” You smile after him, waiting for your door to close before looking back at Steve. “So…Officer Harrington, huh?”

“Pfft, you like it.”

“Damn, that just sounds hot. Picture it, Eddie. Officer Daddy getting called down to the school run by Principal Sir because little miss misbehaved one too many times.” You painted the scene with your hands before placing them in your lap with a big grin. “Ha-ha! I should write for porn.”

Steve’s eyes jokingly squinted in your direction. “Did you seriously just make that up on the fly right now?”

“No.”, you laughed. “I came up with it five minutes ago when you walked in. Oh! Or Officer Daddy catches little miss while bringing criminal Sir in to be punished.”

“God, I love your dirty mind, princess.” Eddie leans over to kiss your head as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“Have you two ever done roleplay?”

“I had sex with a girl at the Renaissance fair once. Does that count?”

“No, Mr. Munson. That doesn’t count.” You laugh harder as you press your body closer to him. 

“Have you ever done it?”, Steve inquires.

“Naw. Remember, all the stuff we do is new to me.”

“Yeah, ok but you weren’t a virgin when we met so…” Eddie playfully winces as you lightly slap his chest. 

“No, I haven’t. To be fair though I didn’t lose my virginity till just before I moved out here and the men I dated after I got here were extremely vanilla. But I didn’t know any better because I was still…learning…I guess. Not that there’s anything wrong with vanilla just…okay, I’m rambling again. I’m going to shut up.”

Steve saunters over and you smile as he lifts you onto your desk, placing himself between your legs as he pulls you to his chest for a hug. “Wow. I’m not going to lie, this feels good.”

“What feels good?”

The man lifts his hands slightly so you can turn your head to answer Eddie’s question before placing them back down to hold you to him. 

“I don’t know if it’s the outfit, Steve, or Steve in the outfit but I feel safe. Well, safer than normal when I’m with you guys. I could lay on him like this forever.” Your head turned so your nose was pressed into his shirt as your arms clung to him tighter. 

“Ah, ah, ah.” Eddie tuts when he notices his friend’s shaky breath. “Come on, Harrington. You have work later and you still have to drive home, young lady.”

“Oh my god. I just had an idea. Eddie, will you help me?” You push Steve back as you jump down from your desk. 

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“You.”, you point to the man in uniform. “Come over wearing that tonight.” Winking, you grab the metalhead’s hand and run out of the room. 

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Steve felt slightly odd as he walked up to your door and knocked. You had texted him as he was leaving the shoot, instructing him to do so even though he had a key. After knocking again, this time more aggressively, it finally swung open with Eddie’s frustrated sigh. 

“Jesus! Took you long enough, officer!”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together as he drank in the boy before him. He was dressed rather formally from what he was used to when it came to his friend. His white button up shirt was tucked into a pair of black slacks with a nice pair shiny black shoe. He was even wearing a tie, ignoring that fact that his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hair still hung to his shoulders. 

“I’m sorry. Who are you?”

Eddie exhaled as he pinched the bridge of his nose dramatically. “I’m the teacher that called. I don’t know what else to do! She’s such a brat and she keeps begging me not to rat her out to her parents. I thought maybe a law man could teach her to be more obedient. Little one! Come say hello to the nice gentleman!”

“No! I don’t want to!”, you pout from the bedroom. 

“You see what I mean? Get out here right NOW, young lady. Or else I swear to God I will call your parents!”

They hear movement as you shuffle around before sliding out into the hallway. “No, Sir! Please don’t do that. I’m sorry.”

Steve’s jaw fell to the floor. Your hair was pulled back out of your face with a headband as it flowed around what most people would refer to as a typical schoolgirl outfit. The white button up you had on hugged you a bit too tightly so he could see every single sexy curve on your body. The plaid skirt cut off mid-thigh but the white stalkings you had on tried to make up for what they could reaching just above your knee. Your innocent looking eyes met his as you placed your hands behind your back, fidgeting nervously. 

He turned to look at Eddie who smirked knowingly up at him. “Well don’t be rude. Say hello, princess.”

“Hello, Officer…?”

Steve gave his attention back to you, fully regaining his composure. “Harrington. Officer Harrington. But you can call me Daddy.” He slowly started walking towards you, his hands resting on his hips as Eddie followed. 

“Oh. Um, I don’t think you’re supposed to call officers that.”

“I’m not like other officers, honey.”

You scowl at him as you firm your stance in defiance. “Don’t call me honey. I’m not your honey!”

Steve’s head tilted to the side as his eyes glared into your own. “What else should I call you then, hm? Whore? Slut? I think your teacher came up with a good one for you, brat.”

While he was talking his chest had fully connected with yours, stumbling you backwards as he pushed you down the hall, stopping just outside of your bedroom doorway.

“I’m not a brat! I’m a good girl!”

His hand shot out grabbing with your throat, holding you firmly against the wall. 

“Then why am I here, little girl?” His face hovers inches over yours as he turns to look at Eddie. “What else has been going on besides the attitude?”

The metalhead strides closer to you both before leaning on his elbow against the wall beside you. The way he glanced down at you as he answered Steve had your pussy dripping. To have them both exude this kind of control at the same time was overwhelming in the best possible way.

I’m not in control and that’s okay. 

“That mouth is the biggest problem. She also never listens to a damn thing I say and then she came to class today with no bra or panties!” Eddie aggressively reached down to pull up your skirt displaying your body to the boy holding you. 

They both chuckled as they noticed you rub your thighs together trying to hide the slick that begun to glisten them. Steve released his hold on your throat, turning you around as he pressed himself against you. His feet kick your legs apart, one hand rising to hold your wrists above your head, moaning as the fingers of his other hand glide through your folds.

“See, honey. Good girls listen to their teachers.” His hips grinded against your bare ass as he pushed two of his digits easily into your entrance. “And they definitely wear panties.”

You whined as he pulled his fingers from you and suddenly turned you around, gasping when he slapped your cheek. “Hey. No whining, little girl. I don’t want to hear it. Do you understand me?!”

“Yes, Officer Harrington.”

He slapped you again but this time the lust full look that met his eyes made his cock stiffen even more. Steve struggled to maintain the act as he exhaled heavily, his breath fanning your face. 

“What…did I say…to call me?”

“I’m sorry. Yes…yes, Daddy.”

He softly smiled as his thumb caressed your bottom lip. “Good girl.”, he whispered before clearing his throat and pulling himself back into the scene. “Now! I think your teacher here deserves an apology as well. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Steve grips your arms and pushes you into the bedroom, wrestling with you slightly till you fall onto your stomach on the mattress. One of his hands holds you down and you feel him move above you until padded metal is wrapped around your wrist. After handcuffing your hands behind your back, he lifts you to your feet before throwing you over his lap. 

As he pushes your skirt up, Eddie gently lifts your head as he sits next to Steve, placing your cheek back down on his leg. 

“What do you think, Mr. Munson? What’s a good punishment for a brat like her?”

“Hm… 15, you think? Five for each offense.”

You try to hold it in but as he said the number, a little cry left your throat. Steve’s palm swiftly came down on your behind. 

“What. Did. I. Say?!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you meant to do. Don’t do it again or we’ll add to the count.” You acknowledge his request as your punishment begins. 

After the first five spanks, you feel your ass start to sting. Steve tenderly runs his hand along the red flesh as Eddie pulls your hair out of your face having long tossed your headband across the room and out of the way after it fell off your head as you keened into his leg. 

After delivering you another harsh slap, his fingers drifted between your legs, running along your slick once again. “Jesus, baby girl. You are so fucking wet. Do you like when Daddy spanks you?”

You groan as you try and push back into the feeling. “Yes, Daddy.”

He smacks your ass again a bit closer to your thigh causing you to cry out loudly in pleasure. “You know what I think? I think…that since we are punishing you instead of telling your parents and getting you in trouble…I think you should thank us.”

“Mmm—thank you, Daddy.”

Steve laughs as hit you again a little harder than before. “Not like that, honey. You see how hard Mr. Munson’s cock is?” Your tongue runs along your lips at the sight of bulge that had been steadily growing in Eddie’s slacks. “You should help him with that. Alleviate some of the stress you put him through.”

You nod and Eddie unbuckles his belt, lifting his hips to pull down his pants to his ankles as his dick springs free. He holds it to your lips as you lick the pre cum off his tip before wrapping your mouth around him as you begin to bob your head. His fingers tangle in your hair as he leans back to watch you.

Steve spanks you a couple more times before shoving two of his fingers into your aching hole. Your whimper vibrates around the metalheads cock causing him to groan. 

“Fuck me, sweetheart. That’s it.”

The sound of the next two slaps on your skin echoed through the room as Eddie clung tighter to you while you gagged and drooled around him. Steve’s pace quickened as the tears fell down your face. The closer you got to the edge, the harder is free palm slapped against you. 

Roughly, you were lifted by your hair off the man’s cock. “Are you going to cum, brat?”

“Yes, Sir. Please. Please—mmm—can I cum?”

As soon as he gives you permission, Steve feels your cunt clench around him, delivering you your last spank causing you to cry out as you came. He lifted you delicately, placing you into a sitting position on his lap. You winced at the feeling of his pants against your bruised skin as he pressed your head to his shoulder. 

“You did so good, little miss. Taking your punishment like a good girl. See? You’re learning already.” You curled into him, feeling the same way you had back in your office when he hugged you; safe. 

Eddie’s calloused hands roamed along your legs as you smiled over at him. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been behaving in class, Sir.”

“Yeah? You ready to make it up to me?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

He grinned as he shook his pants the rest of the way down his legs and rose to his feet, tearing off his shirt along the way. Taking you out of his friends embrace he tossed you onto your stomach against the bed, crawling on his knees over you. He lifted your ass in the air, running the tip of his cock through your puffy lips. 

You both moaned as he pushed himself inside of you. 

“Fuck. Oh my god.”, you whimpered. 

The man’s palm came down hard against your backside. “Watch your mouth.”

“I’m…I’m sorry, Sir. You just feel so good.”

Eddie leaned his chest onto your back, encircling his arm around you throat as he pushed you down flat. Your mouth fell open as his length pressed deeper into you, tapping that spongey spot inside of you that had your eyes flutter closed. 

“Yeah? I feel good, sweetheart? You like feeling my cock deep inside you?” When you nodded, he rolled his hips, thrusting into you hard. “Say it, little girl.”

“Yes, Sir. I—mmm—I love feeling your big cock deep inside me.”

Eddie’s head fell beside yours as he grunted into your ear. “Such a—fuck—a filthy girl.” His hands reached under you, ripping your shirt open before fondling your breasts. “Little fucking whore. Do you purposely not wear—mmm—not wear underwear because you know it drives me crazy?”

“Do you like it? When I don’t… wear panties?”

“Yes, baby. I do. I fantasize about bending you over my desk and fucking ruining this pussy.”

Eddie leans back fully on his knees as he thrusts into you rapidly. You mewl as you turn your head to look for Steve. He was still sitting beside you, watching you both with lust blown eyes as he stroked his cock. 

“Sir, I’m…I’m going to…can I…?”

“Jesus. Yes, princess. You can cum.”

You screamed into the mattress as the coil snapped. Eddie’s body folded over your own as his palm held your face down, pumping into you as hard as he could, chasing his high. His grunts filled your ears as he came, releasing ropes of his seed inside of you. 

You both sat still for a moment, panting heavily before he finally pulled out and fell beside you. Suddenly, you felt yourself being yanked to the edge of the bed as Steve flipped you onto your back. He raised both your legs, resting your heels on his shoulders as guided his cock inside of you. 

His pants and boxers shimmied to the floor as he thrust into with an almost animalistic need. 

“Daddy! Oh—mmm—fuck!”

From the side, Eddie’s hand gripped your neck tightly. “Watch your mouth.”, he growled. “Didn’t I fucking tell you that? I don’t like repeating myself.”

Steve let one of your legs fall to bed as lean down closer to your face. Your eyes rolled back as his cock pumped deeper into you. “Are we forgetting how to be a good girl?”

“No…no, Daddy. I just—” As if they could read each other’s minds, Eddie’s hand slid from your throat to cover your mouth. 

“I…don’t…care.” After every word, he smacked his hips into yours making you cry out. “Maybe, spanking isn’t—mmm—isn’t enough. Maybe little girl shouldn’t be allowed to cum. Then she’ll listen.”

You shook your head as the tears started to streak your face again. “I promise, Daddy. I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”, you pleaded when the boy removed his hand. “Please let me cum. I wanna cum on your cock.”

“Do you think you deserve it, honey?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You whimper as his fingers came down to circle your clit as he pumps into you faster. “You can cum, pretty girl.”

Steve sucked in his bottom lip as he watched you come undone. Your back arched as you cried harder, clenching around him as you came. He dropped your other leg, pressing his forehead against your own. 

“Good girl. Such a good girl cumming so hard for me. You took us both so well, beautiful. Fuck.”

His eyes squeezed shut as he came, groaning as he thrust it as hard as he could into your pussy. You let him lie on top of you for a few moments to catch his breathe until you couldn’t handle the ache in your arms any longer. 

“Steve? My arms are starting to tingle.”

“Fuck! Baby, I’m sorry. I forgot.” He quickly ambled to your side, lifting you so he could free your hands. 

“Are you okay?”, Eddie asked as he inspected your wrists noticing the imprints on them. 

“Yeah. Those hurt a little bit. Are they from set?”

Steve held them in the air as he spoke. “Yeah… I should have known better. The entire production was kind of thrown together. Not like this set here.” He turned to smile at you as you and Eddie laughed. 

“She came up with this whole thing. I think we’re having a bad influence on her.”

“Shut up. You two loved it.”

They chuckled as they rose to their feet, tenderly pulling you up by your hands. As you watched them move around your bathroom a small smile remained on your lips. Eddie ran the bath water, reaching for the bottles of smells he knew you loved, and pouring them into the tub. Steve slowly removed the rest of his outfit, collect it from the floor along with the metalheads suit attire along the way, and tossing it in the corner of your bedroom near the laundry basket. 

He finally noticed you staring when he got down on his knees to remove you stalkings. 

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just…”

Eddie turns off the faucet and swivels around to help remove the rest of your clothes. “You just what?”

They grip your hands tightly as you gradually lower yourself into the bath and they do the same. You move so you can sit on the metalheads lap and he grins as he wraps his arms around you. 

Giggling, you reach forward to run your fingers through Steve’s hair. “God. I didn’t realize they put so much crap in your hair.”

“She’s avoiding my question.”, Steve smiles. 

“Yeah, she is.”

You roll your eyes as you lean back against the other boy’s chest. “I’m just…thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

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OC interview

Thanks to @bloodmoonloveletter here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @illarian-rambling here, and @elsie-writes here!

Last did Wade here.

Doing Jazlyn now because I don't talk about her enough and I'd like to develop her character more!

Are you named after anyone?

“Nope. The one and only, girl. I'm just Jazlyn!”

When was the last time you cried?

“Oh, pfft! I don't cry. Maybe out of sheer boredom listening to Dr. Ass-ghar ramble on about her rules and how I'm not following them! Like, girl, I can't help that I have fire powers and lit something on fire! That would be like getting mad that Gabe got a little dirty. Oh, and her meetings are the wooorst. Yeah crying for my life in there.” [It was during Ewan's clarinet solo actually]

Do you have kids?

“Girl, what? I'm not even eighteen yet! Close... I'd love kids, honestly. A lot of them! I'd have so much fun with them!”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“Look, I know I come across as someone who uses sarcasm, but I'd rather just flat out say what I'm thinking. Why be like ‘wow that was so riveting’ when I could say, ‘this is the most boring crap I have ever seen in my entire life’? So much easier, no mental hoops. Besides, Ewan is the most oblivious to sarcasm I have ever seen.”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“Their confidence level. I can usually tell how someone feels about themselves based on how they stand. Posture is the key, but also what they're doing with their hands.”

What’s your eye colour?

“Brown. With some golden flecks when the light hits them right, according to Ewan.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Easy, scary movies. This question is stupid - they aren't opposites. However, nothing is more fun than a horror movie. Love getting the blood pumping. Yelling at the characters for being massive dummies is also the best. Horror is the most entertaining to watch with others. Ewan thank the Lord is also a horror enthusiast. We make a habit to have at least one or two horror movie nights a month.”

Any special talents?

“Oh, several. I am pretty athletic. Took cheerleading a while back and now I am on my high school basketball team. At first, I wasn't sure I would like basketball - my coach in middle school pulled me aside and recommended it due to my height, but I love it now. I am also getting pretty good at learning archery. Lighting the arrows on fire makes that more exciting. I am also pretty good at martial arts and my pyrokinesis. Working on breathing fire without burning my throat. Thank the Lord I have Wade to heal me so I can try again!”

Where were you born?

“I was born in flippin' Utah. I know--lily white state, you'd never guess. Ewan and I plan to move somewhere else once we can. Can you believe he was born in Alium? That ain't fair.”

Do you have any pets?

“Ewan and I plan to one day get a dog. We have been planning on moving in together for a while.”

What sort of sports do you play?

“Like I said, basketball. I would love to learn how to play this Alii fireball sport. It's very similar to basketball, but pyrokinetics pass around fire. That sounds like so much fun, man. Did you know they have to keep a healer at each game because not all pyrokinetics are immune to fire? And the audience can get hit too if they're not careful! This sounds like such a fun sport.”

How tall are you?

“I have finally passed six-foot-three. Alii heights are a blessing and a curse.”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“I hope you tell me PE counts as a subject cause I ain't saying anything else. School sucks, girl. I have gotten detention for the lamest reasons imaginable.”

What is your dream job?

“I would love to be in sales. Something about convincing people to do what I want is inticing. Planning on getting a marketing degree when I go to college next year.”

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I'm so glad someone's taking requests for YJ! But I'd like to ask for adult Misty x reader with dialogue 3 please!

💗Confessional - Misty Quigley (2021) x fem!Reader💗

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: Misty doesn't know the difference between a crush and a squish (the want to be close to someone in a friend way) and is quite surprised when she realizes the difference!

Warnings: mention of cannon death and body disposal (Adam) and alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2,385

A/N: Hello Loves! It's Misty's turn! I absolutely love Misty and she's definitely in my top three favorite characters. But honestly, she's kind of hard to write for, so I don't know how much I like this one. Fortunately, I do have more requests for her, so she isn't going away anywhere and I've got time to work more with her. This was another Yellowjackets dialogue request, so feel free to send in anything you'd like with Misty or another one of the girls with one of the prompts! but as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading 💗

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Misty entered her house with a rather loud sigh and a crash from the slamming of her backdoor. She practically threw her groceries on the counter, mumbling under her breath as she left them be to get something to drink from her fridge. She said fuck it and cracked open a coke, taking one long swig before setting it back on the counter and returning to the grocery bags. However, she was interrupted once again by a knock at her front door that had Caligula squawking. He must have been frustrated by all the interruptions as well. She grumbled again and maneuvered through her house to the door, opening it with far more vigor than she’d intended to. She was startled to find you at her door at this hour and she seemed to have startled you as well.

“y/n! I wasn’t expecting you,” she forced with a shiny smile. You chuckled, relaxed, and smiled as well. Misty had known you for quite some time now, however, most of that time had been spent over online citizen detective forums and eventually texting and phone calls before you finally met up in a local coffee shop a month or so ago. After that, you’d kept in pretty regular contact. Shed decided recently that she liked you. And considering that Caligila had gotten comfortable with you holding and petting him quite quickly you must be a good pick after all. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop in so suddenly but you'd been so quiet lately and I dunno, I got worried,” you grew shy as you gave her your reasoning, absently brushing loose hair behind your ear. “Oh! And I brought cookies,” you added, wrinkling your nose as you smiles. Misty grinned, enjoying the concern, and shrugged.

“It’s alright, I’ve been helping my friends with something is all. Do you want to come in? I was just putting groceries away before prepping dinner,”

“I wouldn’t want to be a bother-”

“Nonsense!” she chirped, reaching out her hand to take yours and tug you inside. She managed to take your purse from your shoulder and hang it on one of the free hooks by her door. “I’ll cook for us and we can catch up. What have the forums been talking about? I haven't had the time to read any of them,” she fibbed as she made her way into the kitchen with you trailing behind. She flicked on the small radio on her kitchen windowsill to whatever random radio station she'd been listening to previously. 

“Oh! Did you hear about that Adam guy on the news? Some people online have been looking into that. It looks like someone could have been behind him going missing,” Misty had to refrain from physically cringing at that comment, seeing as how she’d just come home from the dead man’s apartment and the funeral in which she eliminated the crucial parts of his identification. 

“Pfft, that case? That’s going nowhere. He probably just hopped on a boat and is across the world by now. I bet something will come out about money laundering or something eventually,” she flat-out fibbed as she pulled carrots and celery out of her grocery bags to put them into her fridge while you stood awkwardly holding your plate of cookies in hand.

“Um ok,” you mumbled “Well, is there anything I can do to help you? I wouldn’t want to just stand in the way,” you chuckled nervously. Why you found so nervous Misty couldn’t tell, but there seemed to be a strange feeling in the kitchen's air, one she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But she smiled again and looked down at her grocery bags, holding her hands in the air and wiggling her fingers as she contemplated what she could have you do. 

“Ah! Why don’t you give those to me and start boiling some water while I finish unpacking this, hm,” she suggested as she began digging through one of the paper bags, to pull out a newly bought bag of spaghetti noodles which she offered to you in exchange for the plate in your hands. After a second you initiated the exchange and made your way to the stove as Misty pulled out a pot for you to boil. 

You scooted around each other in the small space as you filled the pot and she continued organizing her groceries. Every few seconds your hand would brush against the small of her back so naturally that she might not have noticed, so when she needed to move past you she’d gently cup your hip, though it was more like her hand hovering over you. Even so, she still thought she could feel the prickling of your skin under her touch. It was endearing, she realized, to have that sort of effect on someone, though that's how friends were supposed to make each other feel. So, you were her friend now. That was nice. 

“How much of this do you want me to make?” you asked her as you opened the bag. 

“Just dump it all in there. I can eat the rest over the week for my lunches at work,” she decided as she pulled the ingredients she wanted to use for her sauce and meatballs. She had leftover sauce from when she’d made it before at a far larger portion size than she had intended to that was still good and she pulled out some of the new ground beef she’d bought along with bread crumbs, eggs, garlic, and an assortment of other spices. 

She began organizing her ingredients before rolling out her meatballs, but before any of that, she got her sauce back on the stove to warm up next to you in a large saucepan. She casually checked on the noodled, which you were salting and they seemed to be coming along quite nicely. She moved back to her meatballs as her sauce was going by you with a lid on, but as she made the last part of the meal she couldn’t notice that strange feeling again. 

She wasn’t sure who it could be coming from, if not from the both of you, but something other than the smell of dinner was in the air. The strangest part was how it was such a comforting feeling to Misty. There was something so natural about having you in her kitchen with her. Maybe it was because she hadn’t seemed to make many friends into her adulthood, besides her high school friends, of course, though they didn’t seem to talk much anymore. Could it just be that you were here and interested in being with her? You had come to check on her when she’d been quiet after all. That had to be it then. 

She tossed the meatballs into the now boiling sauce to cook. She stood next to you awkwardly for a moment before reaching over you for a ladle to scoop some of your pasta water to add to her sauce, which she stirred around. You unexpectedly moved to take the ladle from her, accidentally taking hold of her hand in the process. She noticed the way your eyes widened eyes dilating for a moment or so, which she found quite curious. She tuned in long enough to realize what song was now playing. It was one her mother used to play when she was a child. 

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Her eyes scanned over your face. You bit your bottom lip, taking it into your mouth

I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night

I love you, baby, trust in me when I say:

She let go of the ladle and smiled. 

“I need to go feed Caligula and get the table ready,” she said quickly, taking a step back from you. She turned on her heels and rushed far faster than she had intended out of the kitchen and into her lounge and to her bird’s cage. He squealed quietly and Misty smiled, opening the door to the cage and petting the bird’s head. He cooed, shitting his eyes as he nuzzled into the palm of her hand. 

“Caligula, do you have any idea what’s going on with me?” she murmured as the bird climbed on her hand, up her arm, and onto her shoulder as she went to throw away the uneaten food in his dish and refill it for dinner. He began messing with her hair, preening her as he always did at dinnertime. Misty craned her neck to peek into the kitchen, quietly watching as you walked across the room to find plates and utensils and a strainer for the noodles. 

Misty finished refreshing Caligula’s dinner, coaxing the bird back into his cage to eat and she shut the door behind him. She moved on into the dining room, still keeping an eye on you. As she did, she opened a drawer and found an old candle setting along with a lighter she’d never gotten around to using. She figured out why not and arranged the setting, as well as two table placements on the table, dimming the overhead lighting as you walked in with two full plates. 

You paused at the dining room’s entryway, staring at the candles and the table settings placed one at the head of the table and the other directly diagonal to it on the long end of the table. When you didn’t move Misty took the plaits from you and set them both down before trotting off into the kitchen. 

“Now, I have a pinot noir, but I’ve also got a cabernet sauvignon that is just divine!” she allied from the kitchen. You didn’t reply as she rummaged through her cabinets for two glasses. You hadn’t moved from where you stood just yet and noticed after looking back. “y/n, you alright?” she asked, tilting her head with curiosity. You perked up at the sound of your name and skirted to take your seat at the table. 

“Oh! Um, you made the cabernet sauvignon sound very good,” you answered in a rushed attempt at sounding normal that Misty didn’t quite pick up on. She grabbed what she was told, along with a wine opener, and made her way back to the table. She stood as she opened the bottle with a satisfying pop and poured each a glass, which you tentatively grabbed, and took a few confident sips as Misty took her seat and her fork to dig in. You paused for a moment, messing with your hands in your lap before eating. 

“Misty, I have a confession,” you started, not looking up from your hands. 

“Well, it better not be to a murder because I can’t deal with that right now,” she answered back without the skip of a beat. You looked up, quite puzzled, and scrunched your brow.

“Um, I’m sorry, what?” you asked, nose wrinkling. Misty fully looked up and finished what she was chewing, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized your reaction. 

“Oh! No, I just mean I’ve been a little stressed lately is all, but I'm only joking, I promise!” she could tell she hadn’t recovered well at all as she could practically feel the way you cringed and clenched your teeth, pulling back from her, eyes refusing to meet hers. Had you always been this shy with her? You sighed, pulling her from her thoughts.

“You know what, this was a bad idea. I need to go,” you said rather rushed as she had moments prior. Before she had time to react you'd left your seat and headed back to the front door. Misty heard the jingle of your keys and the click of her front door before she got up, frantically wiping her mouth with her napkin. 

“y/n?” she called, watching you slip out the door before she began to sprint in its direction. By the time she made it to the door, you’d made your way down her front steps and were headed to her car. “y/n!” she yelled fully now, a strained crack in her voice. You stopped in your tracks, fearing the attention she might bring but it gave her enough time to grab onto your hand tight and stop you. Adrenaline had started pumping in a way that felt like fear, but of what she couldn’t pinpoint. 

“y/n, did I do something,” she asked quickly, her eyes frantically searching her face. You seemed startled by the sudden desperation in her grasp and her voice and you bit your lip, your brown scrunching as you frowned but shook your head. 

“No, it’s just stupid,” Misty squeezed your hand and reached up to turn your cheek to look at her. 

“No it’s not, tell me. I promise whatever it is it's not stupid. I’d never find anything you say stupid,” she insisted. You met her eyes finally and sighed with defeat. 

“I was going to ask you on a date,” you said in what could only be described as a whisper. Misty perked up, confused. 

“A date?” she questioned. She felt your cheek burn under her fingertips. 

“Yes! A date! I know it's silly, and I’m acting like a child but,” Misty grinned, vibrating with excitement. 

“I’d love a date with you!” she exclaimed. 

“What?” you were the confused one now.

“I didn’t know you liked me,” Misty mused, practically purring.

“Well, yes I’ve always liked you-” you started. 

“But I mean I didn’t know you liked me,” she reiterated, accentuating what she meant. You grew shy again. 

“Well, I didn’t know either but I got so nervous with the cooking and the candles,” 

“Then this can be our date!” Misty decided. 

“Really?” you chuckled under your breath. She’d gotten you to laugh and that was even more exciting than getting asked on a date. 

“Yes! I’d love to take you back in and on our date,” you chuckled again (she got you to laugh again!) and nodded. Misty eagerly led you back inside and realized just what she must have been feeling before after all. 

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One Hot Love

╰┈➤ 📸 Because we're not ready to let go of summer just yet.

Fenrir Godspeed x Main Character + Fenrir/Alice/Ray/Sirius/Luka/Seth • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Polyamory; they're all dating; but focus is on fen/alice; Beach Sex; Road Trips; modern elements; i gave them cars and car radios basically; Skinny Dipping; Water Sex; Vaginal Sex; getting caught; Outdoor Sex; Banter; Black Army polycule • wordcount: 1,780 • masterlist

a/n: That was me paying homage to the passing summer WHAT HAPPENED, WHY COUDN'T I POST THIS ANY SOONER? Anyway, One Hot Love by Makoto Matsushita was THE summer song for me this year, and at one point it aligned with my ikerev nostalgia so here we are... always wanted to write a black army polycule <3

"Man, that song is stuck in my head now. Putting the only CD we could find on repeat was no doubt better than going the whole drive without any music on, but…"

"What are you talking about, you could have listened to Seth's melodic voice instead~!" Alice gawks, a hand over her heart in a display of affection that seems to be aimed at riling Fenrir up. Though, knowing how the 10 of Spades has her head over heels for him, Fenrir won't be surprised if that's her genuine reaction to listening to the man's monologues for four hours straight. And despite that they all love Seth, Fenrir is sure that in this aspect Alice is alone.

They came here with the rest of the officers and the King to check out what was reported to be a group of disciples from the Magic Tower disrupting the peace around the coast. Ray insisted on checking it out personally and the others kind of tagged along and from there it turned into a (work) road trip.

"Uhuh. Either way, boss looked like he's seconds away from taking the gun from my holster and aiming it at the car radio."

"He wasn't even the one driving, though… Was he too sleepy or something? We did get here only after it got dark yesterday but I thought it wasn't past his bedtime…"

"Pfft, sounds like him! But no. I know what got him so worked up but I won't tell ya~"

"Feeeeen! C'mon!"

Stopping in her tracks for a second, Alice lets out a deep sigh when the Ace just keeps taking long strides across the sandy path, refusing to satiate her curiosity. Letting out a loud "Hmph!" that falls on deaf ears due to the sea breeze surrounding them, Alice dashes forward to join Fenrir's side again, and keeps the pace until he's the one walking behind her instead.

A harsh and sudden gust of wind blows by, and Alice all but feels her uniform skirt flying upwards.

"Eeek!"

"Ohh, so you're wearing the pink ones! Nice!"

Putting her hands protectively on her rear as if they aren't the only two people on this beach to begin with, and as if Fenrir didn't just see everything there is to see, Alice throws him the best mean look she can muster before slowing her step so they're side by side again.

"Sorry for teasing ya. I promise I won't cheat if you want to play guess the panty color with the others tonight."

"It's really not about that!!" The focus of Alice's bewilderment quickly shifts from his ridiculous logic to the way he stops her right there and then for a kiss, full on the lips and tasting like the minty ice cream they shared awhile ago. She finds herself savoring his sweet lips, feeling the sun's warmth engulf them fully now that they stopped in their tracks.

"Ya know, I could really go for a swim right now."

Seems like he's not the only one feeling hot now.

"Just like that? Isn't the water cold…"

"One way to find out." Fenrir grins boyishly, the same smile she once fell for, and then kept falling for every day since then. Before she can even blink, Fenrir is already pulling his hoodie over his head and walking in the direction of the shore. Following the rush of wildness, Alice is no different as she gives into the moment, stripping down to her underwear. At least she diligently folds her clothes before putting them down on top of one of the nearby rocks, even if it means Fenrir would beat her at getting to the water first.

"Woohoo! Alice, come here! The water is perfect!"

Losing no more time to join Fenrir, Alice gives up on her cautious approach and lets the waves splash against her as she runs towards them, even when they make her squeal.

"Liar! It certainly is at least a little bit cold…"

"I gotcha."

Before she can complain more, Fenrir enfolds Alice in his toned arms from behind, acting like a big blanket.

"Fen… you're not wearing any underwear…"

"Yeah? Are you?"

Alice shivers as he runs one hand down to check, but the touch is more than welcomed, to her own surprise. She turns around in his arms and places hers around his neck, looking at his deep magenta eyes.

"Remember what you promised me a few months ago? About the next time we go to the beach together?"

"That I'm gonna finally have my way with you in the water like I always fantasized about? Why are you smirking at me like that now?"

Being called out on it, Alice's grin only transforms into a series of chuckles that she tries to hide against Fenrir's broad chest, hoping that he'd get the idea already.

"Alice, mind if I check once more if ya still wearing those pink panties? Just to make sure."

"F-Fen-!"

Receiving her affirmation in the form of her arms tightening their hold around his shoulders, Fenrir's calloused fingers find their way down the curve of her ass and between her legs. They slip under the thin material, crawling inside to find her dripping sex.

"Haah-"

"Still making sure, hold on."

His touch ghosts over her folds, his other hand joining on her front to stroke her clit inside her panties.

"What were ya asking about my promise to you?"

"Do you…think us coming here today counts? Ahh-"

Rubbing on her aroused nub with no remorse as if determined to make her explode on his fingers in mere seconds, Fenrir uses the proximity to the fullest as he nibs Alice's earlobe playfully.

"Do ya want it to count, Alice?"

It's a silly question, with how far they've already gotten. When they're together, it's always hard to say who started things first. The firm erection pressing flush against Alice's belly tells her they're not leaving the water without one last unforgettable summer memory.

"Make it count. I want you so bad."

"Hah! You finally said it." Fenrir chuckles, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her nape all the way to her lips, capturing them with his.

It serves as a distraction as he picks her up, making her instinctively wrap her legs around his torso.

"Hold on tight, Alice. I'm not stopping 'till you're seeing stars."

Running her fingers through the unruly locks at the base of his neck, Alice groans as she feels him guide the tip in, letting gravity do the rest as she sinks down on his girthy length with delight.

"Gods- Why haven't we done this before-"

"That's what I was asking! Ahhh- Fuck, Alice. I want you everywhere, all the time, what are you doing to me?"

Alice's hearty laughter is interrupted by the erratic moans ripped out of her throat by Fenrir's deep thrusts, and she knows perfectly how he feels.

"You can have all of me, Fen! I want you so bad! Ahhh-"

Moving her body up and down on his length at a rapid pace, Fenrir kisses every part of Alice he can put his lips on, her sun-kissed shoulders, her arms sprinkled with small seawater drops that are salty on his tongue, her nape with the sweet strawberry scent of her shampoo mixing with the sea breeze.

Alice sinks her nails into his shoulder blades, knowing how much he loves it when she does that, and lets herself go; the orgasm rushes through her body like a lightning strike, pleasure spreading hotly from deep inside her and making her whole body glow in ecstasy. She opens her eyes while throwing her head back, and takes in the endless blue sky above.

Fenrir keeps thrusting into her, making water splash around them as he whispers how close he is, how good she feels around him - and then he brings her down on him hard one last time, keeping her flush to him before filling her with his warmth.

With the cease of movement, they can finally enjoy the kisses they can't hold back from giving each other, the rustling of the sea drowning the little moans of afterglow that escape their thirsty lips. Suddenly feeling giddy again, Fenrir holds her up a little more and makes a little spin in the water, enjoying the girly squeal she lets out. It's only when she is turned to face the shore that she notices.

"Oh my god, that's Sirius and the guys!!"

"Huh?" Fenrir looks over his shoulder and indeed, he can see the figures of one man with his arms crossed on his chest and another three standing not far behind him. "Should we wave at them?"

"Hell no! C'mon, let's go!"

***

"We already ate without you, by the way."

"What?! Noooo! I'm never going patrolling with Fenrir again!"

While Alice laments the loss of her lunch, Seth is already there to squeeze himself between her and Fenrir the very second Alice lets go of Fenrir's hand.

"But Alice!~ Your knight in shining armor is here to save you from the brute, and he even packed you leftovers! I'm not letting my Alice die from hunger like that. Oh my, your face is so hot! Why haven't you put sunscreen on?"

"There he goes again…" Fenrir frowns, resorting to joining Ray's side instead, the latter patting his shoulder sympathetically. Returning the gesture by bringing his arm around Ray's shoulders in turn, Fenrir notices the label sticking out of Rey's uniform shirt.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

Upon tucking it back for him, Fenrir sees something curious and pulls a little more on the fabric, leaving a confused Ray as the group stops in their tracks.

"Hey Boss, since when are your initials S.O.?"

Seth is the first to grin knowingly, chiming in. "And aren't your sleeves a little too long?"

Luka inspects the truth of those remarks, blinking in question. "A mishap with the laundry?"

Seth trades his dear Alice's presence for that of Luka's, just so he can lean down and whisper something in his ear, shielding it with his hand while looking directly at Ray.

"That's- Hey. You two better keep your mouths shut, or- And Fenrir, we haven't finished with you yet. We talked about this."

"What? Fucking on the clock? Like hell we're the only ones doing that. Besides,"

Fenrir arrives at Alice's side again, wrapping an arm around her waist for emphasis."…That's what summer's for. Having fun."

Alice blushes, attempting to make things better even if she's just as guilty.

"Fen, it's hardly summer anymore. But… I think you can blame our love for that.

"That's one hot love, then!"

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