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my fellow, my guy

Joel Miller x f!Reader [5.3k] Summary: All his attempts at faking nonchalance about anything are gone out of the window just like that. Four words and Joel's changed. In his bones, the very chemistry of his brain. "'Cause he's my guy." How did he ever manage to not claim you in front of the world? He has no clue, but Joel's changing that. Tonight.

— A/n 📝I wanted to try something different. What if possessive!Reader brought out the possessiveness in Joel? Reblogs and comments make all the difference. — Warnings⚠️ mature content—explicit depictions of sex, so minors dni. | 🏷️ age gap, established relationship, rough sex, possessive!Joel, dirty talking, thigh riding, spanking, soft!Dom!Joel, possessive!Reader, oral (f receiving), penetration, creampie.

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In the middle of what seemed like a sea of infinite, boring nothingness, Joel is hooked by the magnitude of your nature's force — the power in the way you stand; your presence.

His favorite thing ever since he met you. Everything about you.

Since he arrived at Jackson's community with Ellie two years ago, he's been blinded by it.

Your light, heat, glow. Joel might as well be a moth, and it amazed him now that he thought of it, how long he managed to pretend he was anything by mesmerized by your flames. In the middle of the meeting, you utter the words that snap something inside him, and Joel feels his inner workings shifting. Four words and Joel's changed:

"'Cause he's my guy."

All his attempts at faking nonchalance about anything are gone out of the window just like that. In his bones, the very chemistry of his brain — Joel feels a snap, and he sort of... embraces it.

There's silence around the table for only a second.

Nathan had asked: "But why does he get to go if it's that dangerous? I get it when you go by yourself 'cause we know you're different, but I've asked you multiple times, and it's always no. I just — I don't get why he's going."

And you had answered.

Loud and clear.

"Not that you have to get anything, Nathan, since you don't have the ground knowledge to be second-guessing my decisions of any plans, but — it's simple. I'll answer you. 'Cause he's my guy. And I'll take him to wherever I please."

You had paused, lifted both eyebrows in question, and Nathan remained silenced.

Joel freezes at first, too. When you say 'he's my guy' the words shoot like a freezing spell that hits his blood, but even with almost all eyes turning shamelessly to him, Joel can feel his shoulders relaxing further back the more you stare at him. In only a second he sees a lot of words running through your eyes, and all he can think back is a litany of — yes exactly yes—

He leans back on the chair's backrest. Both of his feet slide a few inches further, his legs spreading wider.

He is your guy.

Has been for a while now. A year — almost a year a half, if he was being really accurate. While both of you managed to keep that hidden for the better half of that time, lately the nosy (and delusional) jackasses like Nathan were prodding into your business with jabs here and there. Tauntings about the 'nature' of things between you and him. As if they couldn't see it in both of your eyes. Your postures. The way you walked side by side.

No matter how private you two tried being, you two almost had rings gravitating the bubble created around you, like Saturn in the sky.

Joel knew they frowned upon him. Talked about him on his back — about him and his daughter, about his daughter's personality, and the way Joel Miller seems to 'have only smiles for his Ranger neighbor'.

The silence around the table's broken by his own voice, letting the words slip out of his tongue. "Don't worry, Nathan. 'm not decorative. I've got good aim. If you're worried about her safety, don't be."

What a jackass move. That's what the smile on the corner of your mouth said to him. "See? So helpful. We'll all be fine, and once we're through there and come back, everyone else can be fine too knowing there's nothing to worry about."

With a sigh, you get up before Nathan can finish collecting his patience from the floor, or wipe away the humiliation of being rejected for what is far from the first time since he's unable to accept a refusal without embarrassing himself.

"Are we all clear?"

After a round of verbal agreement from the table — one of which comes through gritted teeth — you nod once, put on a smile, and sigh loudly. "Excellent. You're all free to go."

It was so, so — hot. Enticing, and hypnotizing.

The power you had over people that came not because of something futile, but because of how capable your hands were. Joel was an imbecile if he was being honest with himself.

How did he ever manage to not claim you in front of the world? He has no clue, but Joel's changing that.

Tonight.

He sits back and waits while the room empties out, slowly.

Some people linger back to talk to each other, to him, to you. He answers all of them without ever turning his body away from you, and when there are only a handful of people left, Joel remains seated, with no rush to gather his jacket or things since he's leaving with the person who's closing the whole building.

He's leaving with you.

Tommy, Mercedes, and Max are the last ones hanging around, and while the two latter go exchange a word with you — "good gods, can we do a round table vote to kick fucking Nathan out of here? I know he's a master engineer or whatever, but fuck, man, he's annoying", starts Max — his brother knocks his elbow on his side.

Joel looks up to find the smirk on Tommy's face.

"If you had feathers, you'd be peacocking all over the goddamn room," he whispers for Joel's ears only.

Joel laughs under his breath. "Shut up."

Tommy shakes his head, laughing as well. "Nah, I won't, actually. I happen to like seein' that stupid look on your goddamn face."

"Is that so?" Joel wants to sound a little more sarcastic, but with the huge smile he feels imprinted on his face, it's impossible to do so.

"Damn right it is," Tommy chuckles. "And you know why it's the best seein' that smile puttin' even a glint in your eyes, huh?"

Oh, god, here he goes. "Why?"

"Because this is the best damn I told you so on the planet. Well — one of the best. There's space for more," Tommy pouts, looking up with a musing look. "A couple of really big others." He looks down at Joel again, smiling from ear to ear. "I've gotten really smart in your absence, and I wanna hear the day when you'll admit it."

Joel's amused by the confidence — if Tommy's right about many other things Joel will find out eventually, but this, he owns.

Tommy introducing Joel to you with only a nudge in the right direction was all it took.

"We'll see about those," Joel answers and Tommy huffs good-heartedly in response, an image most familiar to Joel.

Now again, after almost decades without it.

Joel's happy for many reasons, it seems.

He sinks his feet in the feeling, not wanting to track back to things he's unable to change.

Tommy opens his mouth to say something, but Joel catches a cue from across the room:

Keys. Your set of keys when grabbed from the table make a known sound, and it's like an alarm — a triggering sound that connects to routine. He hears them and Tommy turns around, seeing how Max and Mercedes are leaving.

Joel and Tommy move in sync toward you, and everybody — with the exception of Joel and you — bids their goodbyes at the door outside.

As soon as they're out of sight, Joel turns to find your eyes already waiting for his.

He never had this type of relationship before. Never saw in someone's eyes the thoughts running through their mind at that exact moment, and it was exhilarating.

You knew your words had affected them.

The only thing you were probably unaware of was the epiphany that accompanied them — the moment his mind came to a halt.

The inner fight over faking being empty.

It was so silly. Joel was full.

"If I kiss you here, we're not gonna stop," Joel informs you.

A breathless chuckle leaves you, and you take a step, falling gracefully into his hold. "Really?"

Joel loves sultriness in your voice. "Really." He goes back to the words he's been letting your mind soak up. Closes his eyes, leaning his forehead on yours as his arm locks around you. "How could you do that to me, hm?"

His own voice is wrecked. Sounds like something out of a ridiculous sex tape, or one of those Star Wars movies from back in the way.

Seemingly content with what you've done, Joel feels your giggling more than hears it—the huffs of breath on his chin and cheeks tickle. "I wasn't really thinking when I said it? It's just — it was the third time he questioned me choosing you to team up and I know it's stupid to let it get to me, I know Nathan's just — jealous, which is even more ridiculous than anything, but I hate the way he speaks over me sometimes. I hate it! And when I saw... it'd slipped out."

It's the coyness at the end of your ramble that gets him to open his eyes.

"Slipped out," he echoes.

You nod, smiling up at him. A little shy, a little devious. "Yeah."

The worst part is — he believed you. "I believe you." Truth does that. It slips out. It's uncontainable, like sunshine or water or rain.

Then, you're happier, and whenever your smile widened like that, Joel was always taken over by the desire to kiss you. This time, he embraced the hunger with open arms and leaned to capture what he wanted.

None of you discussed the lack of control of doing this only seconds after he just said there was no controlling him, but this was more than a need — or delicious, wet evidence —, it was breathing.

Joel inhales deeply while his tongue tangles with yours, his hands finding their path easily to your hair through your favorite spots and detours on your neck. He kisses them just to breathe.

He went without addiction for so long in this world.

When your throat vibrations with a low moan, Joel knows why.

He'd been weak before. No room in him for addictions if there were no higher parts of him working. No real thinking, feeling, existing.

People turned to things that gave them a thrill because existing demanded too much. A strenuous task with little to no rewards, which made everyone to need an escape.

Thankfully, you were no escape.

And as far as vices went, the taste of you was an infinite, healthy, and powerful source for one.

He pulls back for oxygen, breathing out slowly the warmness you leave in his chest.

"So I'm your guy." Joel needed to hear it again, maybe. He liked how the words sounded on his lips, too.

"You are."

Sweet Jesus.

He needs to get you home before starting this shit. "Fuck," it slips out. You laugh, resting your forehead on his sternum, and Joel nods to you and to himself. "'kay. We need to go. Let's go?"

"Yeah".

"Alright. No distractin' me while I'm drivin', ya hear me?"

Despite having already done everything tonight, you still have the audacity to whine at his request. Joel ought to slap your ass right there in the middle of the street. On the sidewalk outside where both of you work, often.

He takes advantage of the hand on your hair, making a fist with it — as carefully as he can be — and grips just right.

Putting his mouth to your ear, he whispers. "I'll spank ya 'till your ass is red if you whine again before my tongue's buried in your pussy." Joel lives for the way you gasp for him. He presses his whole body flushed with yours, and hears the repressed groan in your throat when you feel it. "I've been half hard since what you said sank in. Calling me yours like that, claiming me for everybody to hear. Had to fuckin' stop myself from thinkin' about fucking you on that table for everyone to see. Don't make me crazier than I already am, I swear to—" his final words end muffled on your lips.

Instead of finishing, he just gets another little taste of you.

One for the road.

For safe keeping.

Joel had such a distance between his mind now and the memories of his young adult years that every time this happened, he felt a little choked up:

nostalgia.

True, genuine nostalgia.

For him, it came in waves.

It smelled of his first trip to the beach, and the taste of gelato sticking sweet on his tongue. Showing him real sweetness for the first time.

That's what driving home to you feels like.

Joel's still not used to your eyes on him. Being looked at with so much hunger scared him at first. Joel thought these days were past him. He imagined luxury, lust, adventure, and the nice, saccharine-type of adrenaline all belonged in his past.

To a Joel that died when Cordyceps wrecked the world.

It turned out that your fingertips on his thigh touched the parts of him that proved his wonderings wrong.

Sure, he had trouble getting hard all by himself if he wanted to jack off on a random weekday, but — put you biting your bottom lip on the passenger seat, and Joel was bulging inside his jeans, stiff as a rock and with no rush to see the end of it.

The silence that blanketed the car comfortably is thrown out of the window when you two enter his room, fully clothed.

You are so good for him.

When Joel kicks his bedroom door closed behind him, you are still. Waiting for it.

Knowing exactly what he needs.

A shiver runs through his whole body, and Joel sits on his armchair to remove his boots. He turns on the soft light on the interrupter behind him, feeling around the wall for it so his eyes can remain on you. When the room's illuminated by yellow, warm light, Joel kicks off his shoes and spreads his legs, making himself comfortable.

"Take off your shoes." He loves this part. "And your pants." Joel's hand comes up to his beard, rubbing the patchy hair. "Then get here," he pats his lap, and watches as you do as he asked.

Slowly. Exactly how he likes it.

Joel keeps smoothing out the hair on his face as he watches you do it. The right word for what awakens inside him every time his eyes land on more and more skin, and more of your body, is adoration.

He'd been attracted to some people since the outbreak happened, it'd be impossible for him not to — Joel pretended for a long while to be devoid of feelings, not being dead.

Attraction and primal, raw desire might belong in the same family, but they lived on almost opposite ends of the spectrum. The first was the beginning of 'Interest' while the second was the furthest point of it.

Joel desired you for things that went far beyond your looks, but gods—

The looks.

He was painfully attracted to you, and he knew it dripped out of him.

When you strip off from all the item he asks for and walks to him, Joel puts his legs together to give you space in his armchair. His arms open up to welcome your body straddling his, then wrap around you, pulling you as close as possible.

As if he wished to trap you.

You wished he would.

For a while, all he does is feel you up.

His hands run over every exposed inch of your skin while his face rubs on your neck and your face, beard leaving the first tingles of what later will be red burns. Meanwhile, your body ignites as if fuel is being added to fire.

The longer Joel touches you, rubs on you, leaves trails of his mouth and his kisses on the skin it passes through, the hotter you burn. It starts as a fire in your brain — Joel started as a single flame somewhere in your mind, one you were unable to pin a finger on and eventually put out, and it grew, and it took over. His heat spreads from a fog around your thoughts to your neck. It descends to your neck, then it warms your chest.

When his tongue and teeth scrape a spot in your jugular, the storm he caused settles in between your legs, causing them to rut against his lap, rocking against the bulge inside his pants.

Joel hums in your neck, pulling back to look at your face. His smile is smug, and you say it you hate it every time you see it. "Stupid cocky smile." The words are ineffective as always — in face of how breathy you sound, the way your hips are moving in circles on top of him, they're empty.

"You love my cocky everything." Stupid cocky bastard.

Your mouth crashes against him, landing in a bruising kiss.

Joel never minded your roughness.

He embraced it however it came, whenever it came. Joel liked it. In all its forms, it was beautiful to him.

It matches the despair inside him. Joel enjoys how he's able to devour you, sometimes whole, because you feast on him as well. You tongue is hot and heavy on his, and your moans awaken the words from the meeting back to him.

Joel kisses even harder.

His hands — one on the nape of your neck and the other grabbing at your back, your boobs, your stomach — both move to your waist and guide your moves to slow it down.

When you pull back to breathe, Joel wants to feel everything.

He takes off your shirt in one swift motion, throwing them off somewhere without care. He removes your top as well, then takes a moment to appreciate the view.

"Take my clothes off, baby." He hates to have you off his lap for even a moment, but for this, it's worth it.

Since the first time he slept with you, Joel chooses to let you undress him if he can. If he's not in a rush to have you, if it's not one of those incredible moments when he already wakes up with you naked and him still only in boxers — if he can, Joel picks this—

Your fingers sometimes are desperate. Buttons are your worst enemy when all you want is him naked for you, but most of the time, you take your time. Do it slowly, taking off each item with the care he never seems to have for your clothes because all Joel cares for is your skin.

"I like taking them off."

"Why?"

"Remember how I asked you that first time to do it?"

"Yeah."

"So — I wanted to do it for so long. I—don't laugh at me, or — look at me weird, but. I thought about it. A lot. Thought about... all these layers you're often using. And — I'm crazy about your body. You—I know you complain about the aches and joke about being old and frail, which is — bullshit. Ridiculous, and everyone knows it. It's just... I like that you let me do it. I like that I get to undress you. It's hot. You're hot."

The memory strikes him again — as it does when he's in this position — and Joel feels a little raw.

Now that he knows how you feel, it makes it more real.

How you peel off his shirt by running your palms across his chest all the way through his back. Undoing the zipper of his pants, you palm the outline of his cock, then get down on both knees to pull them all the way off. Joel helps by lifting his hips a little, and seeing the way your eyes snap to his groin makes him burn.

Joel knows exactly what you'll go for — he watches you remove and throw his jeans to the side, hands running up his calves while you stand on both knees to nibble little bites on his thighs.

He hisses, feeling his dick twitch the closer you get to it. He lets you have your fun, no matter how much it feels like torture.

Your tongue touches the muscle of his inner thigh, sucking a bruise in there, and Joel gasps. "You ain't gonna do what you think you are."

You muffle what he images would be another whine by sucking a bruise on his other thigh. "Please?" You blink your gorgeous eyes, gazing straight at him.

Joel cups your face in one hand, smiling again. He refrains from answering because he likes what comes next.

The kisses that inch closer to his cock. The innocent, and yet siren eyes that stay steady on his while you whisper. "I've been good. Why not?"

"'Cause I have other plans for you."

You perk up. "What d'you want?"

Joel pats his lap. "Get back here."

You do as he says in a second, but instead of straddling both of his thighs, Joel guides you to one of his thighs. It's a tight squeeze in the armchair, but he makes it work. He pulls your panties to the side and pulls you down, feeling the wetness of your cunt at the first movement of your hips.

"That's it," he coos, tangling one hand in your hand to pull you in for a kiss. "Wanna see you get off on my thigh, baby," he kisses your neck, and smiles when you moan at his words and grind harder on him. "Just like that. Gonna use me? Hm?"

"Yeah."

"Gonna use your guy?"

"Joel." Your movements back and forth create a path of slickness in his thigh, and for someone who occasionally needs a little hand from you to get fully hard, he would believe the horniness in his mind that says he's just as young as ever. He feels he's never this hard — this desperate; the wet patch in his boxers only amplifies the louder you moan for him, and with your mouth back on his, Joel can imagine he's a mess.

Not as much as you. Nonetheless — a mess.

With a red, plump mouth, you pull back from his kisses to hold onto his face. Your other hand is gripping the back of his head, and Joel loves the look of pure lust on your face.

The look of someone who's in another dimension of feeling good.

He did that. Joel groans low in his throat when he thinks of it, and assaults your neck with kisses. One hand comes down to slap your ass, and you yelp — the look of surprise that flashes across your features is replaced by one of absolute pleasure within a split second, and Joel growls at witnessing it.

He slaps the other side with his other hand, and you cry for him.

"You're gonna cum like this." He knows you can. Joel's tested several different ways he can bring you to the edge, and this is one of his favorites. "Then, I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue."

"Oh, god." Your cries are accompanied by whimpers at every push of your hips on his thigh, and the slick sounds covering the air are taking away Joel's ability to think of anything other than you.

"Yeah — 'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby, goddamn it."

"Just like — like you want to? On the table?"

"Yes. Fuck—just like that." Joel sees you're teetering on the edge. He recognizes the trembling of your hand fisted in his hand, and the desperate way your hips start moving, almost losing balance. He leans to capture your bottom lip with his teeth, wanting so badly he could eat you. "Cum for me. If I'm yours, then you're mine, right?" Your hips falter at the words, losing their rhythm due to the shiver that runs through you. "That's it. Show me you're my lady. All fuckin' mine. Always so good for me, so fuckin' perfect—god, yeah. Like that — so damn good. Cum, baby. Don't stop. Keep cummin' for me."

Between your first and second orgasm, Joel gets lost in his mind and the moment.

It's rare for that to happen.

For someone who was used to panic rising so fast in his chest that it led to his heart trying to run out of his chest, or at least beat fast enough for it to feel like that, having no other thoughts but the present one and to submerge in what he's feeling.

He had to stop running from it — he feels.

Life never stopped, even if it felt like it did. No broken watch would stop time, and it was you who brought him the realization.

Joel shows his gratitude in one of the few ways he knows to.

One of the few ways he's at least certain he's good at.

By bringing you white bliss, and making you drown in nothing but good, for as long as he can. He carries you to bed and eats you from behind at first. That way Joel can fuck his tongue deeper inside you — he can bend you as far as you'll go and use his tongue until his jaw aches; until it stings and then burns because the reward tastes sweet on his tongue. It washes away all the hurt and gets his humming against your wet and pulsing core.

When he turns you over to do the same thing again but with you on your back, Joel gets lost in the middle of the way.

Your hands make grabby gestures at him.

Legs shaking, your skin covered in sweat, the way you say, "Please get on top of me." It's all too much.

Joel loses his last piece of clothing in one motion, and does something he should know better than to risk.

Grabbing his cock by the base, he drags the head between the lips of your cunt, pulling a moan from both of you. This is where he usually would grab a condom — after teasing you, giving you just the head, making you spread your legs wider or lock your legs behind his ass just to pull him closer.

Not this time. This time, he leans down until his mouth is on your ear and asks. "Can I? I understand if you don't want to—"

"Please. Yes, yes," you interrupt, hooking your legs around him and already pushing his hips closer.

Joel slides deeper, grunting on your neck. "Always so tight," he sounds drunk. "Lemme in, baby... Like that. Breathe deep." Joel's a big man, and the way you slowly relax to take all of him gets to his head every time. "Atta fuckin' girl, jus' like that."

"Joel this feels even better." The whine around the words makes him cry on your shoulder. He knows this is far from being the last time now.

He pulls out and slams it back in. "Fuckin' hell — it does." He thrusts his hips hard, but not fast. He likes to enjoy your sounds.

The filthy ones that fill the room.

If you sense that something shifted in Joel — something in his core, a foundation that he painted a coat of invisible ink over it as if such a thing existed — nothing about you lets that out.

You always held his face in your hands as he buried himself inside you.

The way you look at him — nothing about it is new, either.

Only this time, Joel lets himself feel it all the way through.

He is your guy, after all. He can feel all the good things you bring out in him because you want him to. It matters to you if he's happy or not. If he's safe, and fed, and not in pain. Joel buries himself in you the same way he buried all his hopes long ago — you found it in him, anyway. Years later, somewhere between all the grief and dust, you picked it up and gave it back to him even if he never asked for it.

Joel's usually harsher with you, not because he's trying to be mean, but because you like it when it hurts a little.

"Wanna feel you tomorrow—" are words he's heard a lot coming from you. Today, you say, "You gonna let your cum drip out of me?"

And it fucks with his head. He nods in answer, snapping his hips harder. Joel glues his forehead on yours and nods, grunting with the effort and the delicious drag of your tight cunt squeezing around him.

"'m close, Joel — feels too good."

That's his favorite song. How out of breath you sound, voice higher than ever. "'m gonna cum when you cum. 'm right behind you, baby. 's ok. Take your time. Feels good? Hm? Taking every fuckin' inch of me?"

"Oh god, Joel." Your hips are pushing back on his, and your arms use his shoulders for leverage as you hold onto him.

He laughs, kissing you through gasps and his own sounds. He shares the same air as you, wanting to fuck you so fast and hard that both of your hips will be hurting tomorrow, but he wants this to go on for a long time more than he wants to lose himself in you.

When your begging for "More, please Joel, more—" starts, Joel sits both of you up, pulling you back to his lap. He puts a pillow behind your back, supporting you against the headboard, and sits on his kneels and heels even if tomorrow they'll be aching.

You give him massages when he's hurting.

Joel needs to be as close to you as possible. Like this, your bodies are one.

Like this, you can plant your feet against the bed and fuck him back, as hard and as fast as you want to.

Joel gets a face full of your boobs bouncing up and down and your screams muffling his moans.

He feels it coming — you cling your arm around his shoulder and pull his face to yours again, your mouth hanging open in a perfect O until your eyes close shut.

Joel seems to lose all notion of time as you fall apart on top of him. He feels it all over your body. The orgasm shakes you whole, the trembling only losing for the way your cunt squeezes so hard around him, making it even harder to pull out. He fucks you deep and hard then, and it takes only a few more thrusts before he's moaning in your ear as he fills you up.

Coming down from a high is always difficult.

With you in his arms, it never happens.

Joel plays with his own cum leaking down your thighs, and smiles to himself when you tremble in sensitivity at his minor touches. He'll take a warm cloth and clean you both later, but first, he'll make a mess.

"All mine," he tells you. His fingers graze your clitoris, drenched in the mix of his own release and yours, and something in your eyes tell him you know what he's talking about.

While he may be unable to say some things — and your existence is challenging even that — he can say this much.

He agrees with you.

"All mine," you echo. Your kiss on his lips taste sweeter than before. They taste like I'm yours and you're mine, and for now, that's all he needs.

Joel has you, and you have him. It's all he needs to start.

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ellieslob · 2 months

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★ streamer ellie!

ways to help palestine!!!

S★ she started with fornite and minecraft gameplays but went viral for playing girly video games and screaming with pure rage and desperation if she loses or if her chat tells her the outfit she made was ugly asf😭

S★ she deadass will say “u guys clearly don’t know about fashion like i do” n then pull outfits like this:

S★ she used to be so fucking afraid that her face reveal went like dream’s that she posponed that shit for like a year. when she finally did it she ended the stream, turned off her phone and went to bed covering her body completely, while sniffing and crying “my career is over ”

S★ after her face revealed her account went even more viral, people started to make thirst traps of her and edits, videos, even fanfics, she got a little more comfortable with showing her face. her favorite edits were to songs like ride, baby by me, hey daddy (daddy’s home) and a song in spanish called vaquero, they were just so funny to her😭

iloveellie: she’s daddying so hard‼️

ewisinthechat: aw you guys really see me as a father figure?😺🫶

brondon444: 😭

kvcjjsaj: 😭

loverboydsa: 😭😭😭

“hey why is everyone crying in the chat, is everyone okay?”

S★ she really loves the cat emojis, specially this one 😻

S★ out of all her platforms (aside from twitch) she uses twitter the most, she tweets without a second thought in that head, without filter, like zero hesitation and then apologizes if she said something way too controversial.

ewisinthechat2: have you had that feeling when someone is so stupid you want to stab your eye with a fork? #kys

ewisinthechat2: k, i guess u have not😅…

S★ she was practically new to tiktok, so the first moths she had her likes public, she didn’t even know that was possible on the app. but if you click on it all you could see were shit post and memes that a dad would like, all except for a big section of aprox thirteen videos, one after the other, all with the same girl.

sckerforellie18: did u guys saw ellie’s likes? i think she’s stalking that poor girl😭

slaybabesew: HAHAH WAIT IS REAL, IS SHE HER GILFRIEND???

elliesaheymamasg: she’s so hot wait😩

heyemogirlbb: it’s her @girlypop666

S★ the chat started to tag you to every single one of her videos on tiktok, her photos on instagram, tagging you on things like “hi, could you please date my mom?🤗” or “my new mommie😻” EVEN in her questionable tweets telling you “we know she’s crazy but give her a chance😭”

S★ one day you waked up to your phone being practically broken from all the notifications, you still had your little pink iphone 6 and you had to buy another one because of it.

Instagram

girlypop: hi um i don’t think we really know each other but people are tagging me on your videos😭 love them though

S★ ellie was in a stream, the chat had to make her laugh and spit the water so she was reacting to videos that her chat had send her. when that notification appear on the screen, she read it, gulped the water, looked dead ass serious at the camera and turned off the stream.

elliewilliasm: omg hi, im so sorry i didn’t know, I’ll tell them to spot

elliewilliasm: spot*

elliewilliasm: STOP**😭

you laughed in your new phone, she was funny, and for what you had seen in all the posts that you were tagged on, very pretty too.

girlypop: hey would you like to grab coffee sometime?

ewisinthechat: TO EVERYBODY IN THE CHAT, THANK YOU, YOU GUYS ARE THE FUCKIN BEST, LOVE YALL, IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU, XOXO😻😻😻😻

GIVEAWAY COMIN FUCKIN SOON💯💯‼️

S★ she was exhausted when she jumped to her bed, after all the crying, screaming, jumping and the extreme tweeting that just said “YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES”, she unlocked her phone again.

elliewiliasm: yeah sure :)

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WHAT WAS I MADE FOR?

⤷ THINK I FORGOT, HOW TO BE HAPPY. | something i’m made for

જ⁀➴synopsis: your boyfriend was made to be the center of attention, to receive so much love--not to deal with your sadness like it was his.

જ⁀➴content warning: fem!reader, angst, reader is a little insecure, just v sad, satoru best boy.

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my boyfriend is so cool

that was always your thought when you went out with him for dinner. he’d invite a bunch of his friends along with their partners, and you’d spend the rest of the night chatting and laughing. you noticed how suguru was always the center of attention, even if he didn’t want to be. his best friend was equally magnetic. like a moth to a flame, they would both shine so bright.

and you’re suguru’s girlfriend. his pretty girl whom he met in college and has been with ever since. three years down the road, and many more to come, as he liked to say. you liked to believe that you and suguru were meant to be together, a match made in heaven. despite your different personalities and approach in life, you always managed to find a way to make it work.

always.

tonight, dinner tasted a little weird on your tongue. you’re sure it’s just you because everyone else seems to be enjoying their food just fine. no one seems to notice the way you scrunch up your face after the first bite, slowly setting the fork down and flashing suguru a polite smile, to which he immediately asks

“are you okay?”

am I okay? you’re not sure if you are, but you nod anyway. you squeeze his shoulder and motion at a friend who was talking to him, asking him to focus on the conversation.

you hated feeling like this. you could feel your stomach hurt, and your heart sinks a little as you try your best to fight back the insecurities. why were they resurfacing at such a time?

you weren’t supposed to feel this way. you’ve talked about this before with suguru, and he reassured you many times that he was dating you because he loved you. even three years later, you still can’t find it in you to tell him that it seems like he deserves better.

not someone who cries when they look in the mirror, or deflate throughout the day for no absolute reason. suguru deserved someone who takes care of him, not a person who is constantly so sad.

you excuse yourself from the table you’re sitting at, muttering to your boyfriend some lame excuse about how you need to fix your makeup. truth be told, if you had stayed at that table any longer, you would’ve thrown up the food and made a mess.

you walk inside the bathroom and as dramatic as it may seem, you lean against the door and let out a sob. it’s quiet, you don’t want anyone to hear you. but then it gets louder and louder until you turn on the faucet to try to drown out the sound of your cries.

this is so stupid.

you’re trying to wipe your makeup, even if it seems a little impossible to fix it right now (but you somehow manage). you’ve been in the bathroom for about 7 minutes now, and you know that if you stay there any longer, suguru would come looking for you.

you step out of the bathroom when you’re sure you look presentable and bump into a strong chest. your heart stills.

please don’t let it be—

“are you okay?” thank god, it was satoru.

you’ve known him ever since you met your boyfriend, and he’s been one of the most reliable friends ever. he was nice, kind, a little cocky but given his looks and fortune, he had a lot to brag about.

“oh, yeah. my stomach was a little upset, come on let’s go—“ you’re avoiding his eyes, but satoru can tell from your swollen lips that something else happened.

“you were crying, weren’t you?” his eyebrows are pinched, and you fight back tears when you look up at him and see the concerned look on his face.

“please, don’t tell suguru.” your voice cracks when you say his name, and satoru’s face morphs into one of confusion.

“but–“

“satoru, please. it’s not what he’s made for.”

it’s not what he’s made for.

satoru’s lips part in shock, but he can feel his heart clenching a little at your words. he doesn’t know what to tell you, his mind is blank as he stares down at you with icy blue eyes.

“okay then, let’s go back,” he doesn’t press it, slowly leads the way back to your table and you’re immediately overflown with questions from suguru.

“are you okay? is it your stomach? we can get you meds–“

“I’m okay,” you try to reassure him with a warm hand on top of his, but the look on his face tells you that he doesn’t believe you. not one bit.

but suguru doesn’t have to know that you’re not okay. after all, he does deserve better and you’re getting in the way of that.

⤷ the song absolutely destroyed me, so i had to write something.

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navybrat817 · 10 months

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Waiting a Little Longer

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky promises you an explanation, even if he can't give it to you right away. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Light angst, tension, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: More Dreamboat and Butterfly from my Reconnect AU! ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You should've gone back down to greet everyone immediately after you changed out of your bathing suit. Instead, you sat beside the bed to watch the rain again. You weren't sure how long you stayed on the floor, but you knew you were hiding at that point. Why?

Probably because I'll scream at Steve for not waiting two more minutes so Bucky and I could talk. And then I'd have to tell him why I screamed when it's not his fault to begin with.

"Why didn't you ask me to dance, Bucky?" you whispered into the quiet room. You would've accepted in a heartbeat, but he didn't know that.

Did he think I'd turn him down if he asked?

What if it was a fear of rejection? If he had feelings for you and didn't tell you, it would be easy to blame him for keeping quiet. Whether he did or not, it fell on your shoulders, too, for not speaking up sooner. Maybe things would've immediately ended with him and Dot. Maybe it wouldn't have made a difference.

Why is it so difficult to say "I love you"? Is vulnerability so much worse than uncertainty?

There was a long knock on the door followed by two quick taps. Bucky. It was his signature knock for you. In your mind, it was a silly thing that made you special.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened. "Hey," Bucky said. You imagined he was trying to spot you. "Are you sitting by the bed?"

Of course, he knows.

"You caught me," you answered, making no move to get up.

"The gang brought food and I think they're eager to see you."

"Okay. I'll be right down," you said before you realized Bucky walked around the bed to join you. His hair was still disheveled from the nap and the light from the lamp created a soft glow in his eyes. You doubted he had any idea how beautiful he was.

I should tell him.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he eased closer and took a seat beside you on the floor.

"Yeah. You know you don't need to worry about me," you assured him, feeling a bit dramatic for staring off into nothing in your room while everyone was downstairs waiting.

"Well, I do," he said.

"There's no need to," you said as he moved closer to you.

He offered for you to cuddle with him earlier, held you when you fell asleep in his arms, and now sat so close his arm and leg touched yours. It was as if personal space meant nothing to him. It was never a problem with you two in the past. Was he trying to get back in your orbit? Recreate the friendship the two of you used to have?

You refused to look deeper into his affection.

"You sure you're alright?" he asked.

"I guess I'm just a little disappointed," you admitted.

"Why is that?" he asked.

"Because we were having a good talk," you answered. And there were many things left unsaid.

"Fuck Steve," Bucky said with complete sincerity.

You swung your head toward him, not expecting those words. After a moment, you giggled and nudged his shoulder when he chuckled. "Seriously. Fuck Steve."

Your eyes swept over his profile when he laughed again, tempting you to lean into him. He said you were born to fly. Maybe he was the flame that led you to him. Not as a moth, but a butterfly. You couldn't get too close or you'd burn like you had before. He wasn't the one who set you on fire though.

You did that all on your own.

"I do owe you an explanation," he said after a moment, shifting to face you more. "But I can't give it to you right this second."

You tried not to let disappointment seep in when you saw the regret in his eyes. "Why not?" You asked, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

"I don't want to say what I need to say and then send you downstairs to our friends," he said, reaching over to take your hand. He let out a breath when you didn't pull away. "Because if it goes well and we can really start again, I want to be a little selfish and keep you to myself."

Keep me and don't let me go.

"And if it doesn't go the way you want?"

Or the way I want.

You didn't want to be pessimistic. Not when you were just out of reach of getting the closure you needed. There was, however, the need to be realistic. Maybe his expectations wouldn't align with yours. Or maybe his explanation would leave you hollow instead of full.

Which was exactly why you wanted answers so you could stop with the "what if" scenarios.

He intertwined your fingers and it was hard to ignore how natural it felt. "Then we'll figure out the next step so we have a good week."

"Okay," you agreed. You could handle that, as much as you wished you could discuss it then and there. "But I want you to tell me the truth and not what you think I want to hear," you added. It was a respectable thing to do.

"Am I allowed to ask for the same in return?"

"I think that's fair."

"Thank you," he said, his thumb running along your fingers as you tried to ignore how your heart began to race. "For everything."

"I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, you did. You agreed to come here after I was a bad friend to you."

"Bucky, you-"

He held up a hand to stop you. "Let me just say this before we go downstairs, okay? Don't say I wasn't a bad friend because I was. I wasn't there for you, Butterfly," he said, a crack in his voice as he squeezed your hand. "You said it yourself that I wasn't a constant anymore and I'm the reason for that. It didn't matter that I was dating Dot. I should've reached out more and I'm so sorry."

I matter to him.

"You already apologized and I forgive you, Dreamboat," you said, wanting nothing more than to comfort him. You didn't realize the distance had eaten away at him so much, even after he said earlier that he missed you. "Do you think I'm going to hold a grudge because of some distance?"

You weren't the type of person to leave him hurting. Holding it against him would do more harm than good as it would disempower you. Like ice on a wound, it would only numb the pain for a short time without healing it.

"There never should've been distance between us in the first place," he said, keeping your hand in his as he pushed himself off the floor. "I want us on the same page again."

"Let's make sure we're reading the same book," you said with an encouraging smile as he helped you to your feet. "That would be a start."

"I think that's fair," Bucky smiled sweetly.

"Hey, you two!" Sam yelled up the stairs. "Food's getting cold."

"Be right down!" Bucky yelled, wincing when his voice echoed. "Sorry. I should've covered your ears."

"Yes. How dare you not do that?" you teased before he placed his hands over your ears. "Well, now I can't hear anything."

He laughed and dropped his hands to pull you into a hug. Your brain flickered on and off as you inhaled his scent. Your bed was so close. All you had to do was pull him to it.

No. Even if he wanted that, I'm not rushing it.

"I will give you that explanation," he promised.

"I know you will."

And you wouldn't allow anyone to interrupt that conversation.

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lowkeyren · 14 days

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unrequited love… not!

in which — wriothesley is smitten with you just as you are with him. but you think he's in love with another woman so sigewinne plays cupid (she's sick and tired of u guys)

pairing — wriothesley x gn!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, wc: ~870, sorry for any grammar mistakes!!!! likes n reblogs are appreciated! okay that's all, enjoy <3

to say that wriothesley is heads over heels for you is an understatement. this man has been lovestruck ever since the day he laid his eyes on you. and he wasn't the type to be secretive about his massive crush on you, in fact; it's practically common knowledge for everyone in the fortress. sigewinne can only sigh and shake her head in disappointment every time she sees wriothesley showing his not-so-subtle affection to you (and you being blissfully unaware of the heat that rises up on his neck everytime you even show a hint of a smile) from afar. either way, it seems like wriothesley's feelings are no secret to anyone but you.

well it's not like you were completely clueless…. it's just that, the almighty duke of the fortress is an undeniably charismatic man, it's no surprise that many women flock to him like moths to a flame. and you weren't any different. truth to be told, you found yourself too, unable to resist his charms. each time he flirted with you, your heart raced without fail, cheeks flushed, and brain short circuiting, overwhelmed by his presence. —he never fails to notice your every reaction, catching every subtle flicker of expression, let it be the twitch of your lips when you try not to laugh at his jokes or the raise of your eyebrows when he mentions a topic that piques your interest. knowing that he also has this effect on you reassures him, that you felt the same way too… or do you?

wriothesley sighed as he put down his teacup, closing his eyes and resting his head in his hands, eyebrows furrowed. what's gotten into you..? you haven't visited him for the last 3 days, and frankly, he missed you. were you intentionally avoiding him? but to him it was clear that your feelings are mutual— you liked him and he liked you.

though for you, it might have been a little more complicated.

"well, care to explain? what happened between you guys…" sigewinne puts down the half used bandage wrap and turns to face you with a questioning look.

"h-huh what do you mean…? everything's perfectly fine." you smiled and feigned ignorance —so poorly that sigewinne saw right through you the moment you opened your mouth. "tell me everything." she shoots you a pointed look. when you start talking again, she shows a hint of a smile that goes unnoticed by you.

"i guess there's no point in avoiding this anymore… look, it may sound stupid to you but the other day, i saw wriothesley together with clorinde. i was about to go up to them but! they seemed really happy together and i didn't wanna interrupt… they're quite close with each other so i thought they were in some kind of relationship! and i didn't wanna interfere with my own feelings…since clorinde is also my friend after all."

unbeknownst to you, while you were busy recounting, wriothesley had quietly entered and stood near the entrance. he could not wrap his head around why you would think that he could possibly be in cahoots with fontaine's champion duelist. sure they may be good friends but— he thought he made it clear that he wants you, and you only.

just as he was about to speak up, sigewinne butted in: "hey, so what you're saying is that you like him too?" with your head still hanging low, being too engrossed in this whole venting session, you have yet to notice wriothesley presence nor the ever glowing mischievous glint in sigewinne's eyes.

"you need not to be so blunt…then if i must admit, yes i do like hi- ...huh? what do you mean "too" ?!"

as you stumbled over your own words, you made eye contact with wriothesley who was still frozen in the doorway. you could feel your heart racing, seeing the prominent flush on his cheeks —and yours too, you finally realize the truth of your mutual affection.

sigewinne quickly excuses herself but not before discreetly giving you a playful wink and a thumbs up to wriothesley.

"out of all possible ways, i did not expect you to confess your feelings in the midst of an unexpected revelation." wriothesley walked towards you with a huge smirk on his face, having finally got the confirmation that he has been longing for, from the person he has been pining for since day one.

you know he's teasing you even at a time like this so you too pretend to be unaffected, tilting your head to the left and folding your arms across your chest.

"hmph... you should be oh so relieved now that you know your feelings are reciprocated."

"yes of course darling. i feel complete whenever you are by my side. and i haven't been more happy than i am at this moment."

his words are sincere, a striking contrast to just a few seconds ago. you chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through you as you reached up to cup his face, with a cheeky smile:

"just ask me the question already!"

with a grin, wriothesley leans in closer to you, eyes sparkling with affection, the air tensing with pure sweetness.

"will you be mine?"

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thetriumphantpanda · 7 months

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pining & desperately waiting | javier peña

take the weight off his shoulders - chapter two

Chapter Summary | As much as he’s trying to keep his distance there is just something about you that Javier cannot stay away from. Drawn to you like a moth to a flame, so to speak. He's worried about you too, putting yourself in harms way for your work.

Chapter Warnings | Mutual pining, slow burn, sexual tension, flirting, mention of smoking and drinking alcohol, mention of drugs, drug deaths and the drug trade, explicit smut - masturbation (F)

Pairing | dbf!Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 3.2k

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You dream of him every night for a week after that night at the bar. They’re filthy, depraved sometimes, and you always wake up, slick pooling between your thighs, fingers working furiously before your alarm goes off to try a satiate you, or at least tide you over until you can climb back into bed that night and really take your time to imagine all the ways Javier would take you apart with his fingers, with his mouth, with his….

“Are you even listening to me?”

You want to answer honestly and say no, you were busy daydreaming about getting railed by your dad’s buddy, but when you look across the table and see your boss practically glaring at you, you realise it’s probably for the best to lie a little.

“Sorry,” You mumble, picking up your pen, “Didn’t sleep well, what were you saying?”

“The fundraiser tomorrow,” She speaks, “For Dylan’s foundation, would you be okay to cover it?”

You nod, because it makes sense for it to be you. Dylan had overdosed just over a year ago – seemingly on top of things, doing well in school and incredibly bright, found slouched over on a street corner, dead from an overdose before he’d been able to leave the small town for whatever bright lights he was destined for. He was just one of a string of drug-related deaths over the past twelve months – an ‘epidemic’ as they had coined it – the town too close to Mexico to escape the trade that Javier himself had worked so hard to quell. Dylan’s parent’s had set up a small foundation after his death, hoping to help other young kids who could be lured into this stuff to have other opportunities in their lives.

“What kinda thing are you thinking?” You ask, starting to jot down notes as she speaks.

“Just some reaction from people there, why they’ve decided to come out and support, maybe try and grab one of his parents, just the usual really, and we can run a story in the following days, might help drum up some more support for them if nothing else.”

You nod, doing your usual with your notes of underlining the important parts, making notes on the kind of questions you’ll ask when you speak to people, “How many words have I got to work with?”

“I think we can give them a page,” She says, looking to her boss who nods in agreement, “So whatever you produced for last month’s story, that should be good.”

You nod, making a note of that too, and then continue to zone out for the rest of the meeting as everyone talks amongst themselves, mind going right back to Javi and what he would feel like putting his weight on you, settling between your thighs. You really needed to get a grip.

“Oh, isn’t it so nice to see such a good turn out today?” Your mom gushes, looking around at what feels like the whole of Laredo milling about a number of stalls that are selling all sorts of different things.

“Sure is good to see,” Your dad agrees, putting his hands on your shoulders to give them a squeeze, “You want us to leave you to your reporting, pumpkin?”

The nickname makes you wince a little, a moniker from your early days, before you’d filled out into your body. It was cute, but at twenty-five years of age, you do sometimes wish he’d find something else to call you.

“I shouldn’t be too long,” You turn around and smile at him, “I can come and find you in a little while.”

You wander around, introducing yourself to a few people asking them questions and jotting down notes. You’ve just finished speaking to Martina, famous throughout town for owning her own candle business, about why she’s supporting the foundation, when you step back and feel two sturdy hands holding onto your waist. You’re about to turn around and slap whoever it is for touching you, when that deep voice hits your ears.

“Careful, querida,” Javier fucking Peña, “Almost stood on my foot.”

You whip around, mainly to put a bit of distance between the two of you, because it felt like his lips had been inches from your ear. He drops one of his hands, but keeps the other ghosting at your side, maybe to keep you steady more than anything as you wobble from the speed at which you’ve turned around.

“Maybe you shouldn’t stand too close then?” You offer, making sure it comes out more playful than anything, because actually, all you really want is for his body to press against you more often.

“Fair point,” He shrugs, “Thought I recognized you so I wanted to say hi,” He finally lets that other hand drop from your waist, “So hi.” Is... Is he nervous?

You chuckle a little, “Hi,” you respond simply with a smile, “I didn’t expect to see you here,” You say honestly, this wasn’t his kind of scene before, you can’t imagine it’s any more appealing to him now, “Didn’t think it was your kind of scene.”

He rubs a hand nervously over the back of his neck, “It’s not, I’ve been made to come,” He nods his head behind him where Chucho is talking to a group of other ranchers, “Apparently I’ve got to start showing my face more.”

“Well, it’s a nice face,” your mouth speaks before your brain can catch up with what it’s saying, you inwardly cringe when you realise what you’ve said, “I mean, I’m sure people are happy to see you around.” Is all you can think to say to try and get him to forget the weird compliment.

He seems to smile, but like it had been across the table almost two weeks ago, his smile seems forced, “Just wish I could skip the bullshit about everyone being proud of me.”

“But it’s true,” You shrug, moving away from the stall with him so other people can in front of you to look, “You did really good things out there.”

He scoffs now, shaking his head a little, “You shouldn’t believe everything you read in the newspapers, querida,” He speaks, “Surely you should know that more than anyone.”

You don’t know what he’s actually trying to say, but you decide to play it light, “Are you accusing me of lying in my stories, Peña?” You say with a smirk.

“Perhaps not you,” He offers, “But I know plenty of journalists who know how to twist a story to get what they want,” He looks down at his shoes, kicking at the gravel a little, “Just don’t want you thinking I’m something I’m not.”

“Been gone a long time,” You muse, “You might have to spend some time reminding me who you are.”

It’s flirting the lines of maybe being too much you think, but you’ve not said anything that’s not true. He has been gone a long time, and if what he’s said is anything to go by, he will have to remind you of who he is or show you how he’s changed.

“Not sure you’d like who I am now very much, querida.” He says simply.

You’re about to open your mouth to respond, tell him you’re pretty sure that wouldn’t be true and that there isn’t a thing he could do on this earth that would make you think he was a bad person, but before you can, Chucho is coming up behind him, a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Ah, mija,” He smiles at you, “You here alone?”

“Hey Chucho,” You greet with a smile, “Mom and dad are around somewhere, I’m just here working on a story.” You hold up your notepad and pen.

“Let’s see if we can’t find them, huh Javi?” Chucho muses to his son, “Get you a nice cold lemonade for when you’re finished?” He motions to the blazing sun and then back to you.

“Sounds lovely, thank you,” You motion over their shoulder to where Dylan’s parents are stood, “I just need to speak to them, and I’ll come and find you.”

Javi doesn’t say goodbye, just follows closely behind Chucho as they disappear into the crowds, leaving you to wander over to Dylan’s parents. They’re not strangers to the paper, your boss had written a story with them not long after Dylan’s funeral, trying to spread awareness as to just how deep the drug problem ran in town. The Laredo Morning Times had always been supportive to them, so you didn’t feel the same anxiety you normally did when gathering information for stories, cold calling or knocking on doors trying to introduce yourself before doors are swiftly shut in your face or phones are hung up with a ‘no comment’.

They’re warm with you as you speak to them, thanking you for coming, thanking the paper for agreeing to cover the event, they even smile, which for a pair who lost their only son in such a horrible way still shocks you for some reason. Their loss hasn’t defined them, only made them stronger, made them determined to stop their pain from happening to anyone else. You make a note to write something equally as poetic in your article.

The crowds are thinning out a little as the midday sun does its worst. You can feel beads of sweat gathering behind our knees and you curse the fact you hadn’t remembered your hat. You can feel the heat prickling your skin as you spot your parents, sitting on a picnic bench with Javi and Chucho sat opposite them. When you’re close enough to the table, you can see everyone has plastic cups full of lemonade, but there’s one, put in front of the spare spot on the bench next to Javi, that is pink in colour instead of the cloudy yellow of everyone else’s.

“You get everything you need?” Your dad asks, as you try and fight your legs over the bench in the most graceful way possible.

“Yeah,” You nod, “Think it’ll make a great piece, Dylan’s parents seem really positive about it all,” You pick up the cup and take a sip, pink lemonade, your favourite, “Thanks for this.” You nod in the direction of your dad.

“Don’t thank me, Javi got these,” He smiles, “Remembered you preferred pink lemonade and everything.”

It actually makes your heart swell in your chest. He was always thoughtful, even before he left. Observant almost to a fault. But even after all these years, all of his stress, everything he’s seen, he still knows you well enough to know you prefer the sweeter pink lemonade. You turn your head to him to find him already looking at you with a little smile on his face.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, sipping through the straw.

“You’re welcome, dulzura.”

Javier Peña is doing a piss poor job of staying away from you, even by his standards. He lasted less than a week before he was waltzing over to you, hands on your waist, buying you pink lemonade because he knows you prefer it. There hasn’t been a night where he hasn’t wrapped his fist around his cock and made himself cum over the thought of you. He finds it easier to drop off to sleep once he’s done it, but his nights are still fitful, full of nightmares, tossing and turning, waking up to sweat soaked sheets and a heaving chest. He wonders briefly, when he lies awake watching the dawn arrive through his curtains, whether your body next to him would ease his nightmares? But then he thinks what if it doesn’t. What if you have to wake up, look at him with those innocent doe eyes and see him for what he really is? No, he can’t let his darkness cloud you, you don’t deserve that, you deserve someone that going to be gentle with you, someone softer, not him with all his jagged edges.

He's currently sitting in his truck, just outside of the liquor store, contemplating how badly he wants that packet of cigarettes and the bottle of whiskey he’d driven out to buy. He’d done alright so far, chewing on his Nicorette gum, but his fingers are itching for the familiarity of a cigarette between his fingers, and he’d finished the bottle of whiskey last night.

Then, almost like he’s being punished by God, which would make sense really, all things considered, you’re in his eyeline, walking down the street with a woman who is a little older than you, with your notepad and pen clutched in your hand. It’s late and he wonders where you must be going to report at such a late hour, and then he worries, because in his experience, nothing good happens after dark that worth making the newspapers. As the two of you approach him, he leans further out of his open window, holding his arm out to catch your attention.

“Hey Javi,” You smile, coming to a stop in front of his window, “What are you doing in town?”

“Just picking a few things up,” He answers simply, because this isn’t about him, he needs to know where you’re going, “Where are you going this late?”

You turn to the older woman you’re with, tell her to go on ahead and you’ll catch her up, “There’s been some kind of drugs bust a few streets over,” You explain, “Sounds like it might be quite big so we’re just going down to see what’s happening.”

“Your dad working it?” He asks, because if he is, he knows you’ll be okay.

You shake your head, “Nah, he’s not on nights right now,” You’re shifting back and forth on your feet, clearly itching to get going, “I’ll be alright though, sounds like plenty of dad’s officers are down there.”

He turns his head back to the steering wheel and then back to you, “Be careful, alright?”

You smile at him again and if he’s not careful, he really could get used to being the person who draws that from you more often, “I know what I’m doing,” You chuckle slightly, and he doesn’t doubt it, not really, “Been covering this kinda shit for a while.”

Without really thinking about it, he leans over, roots around in the glovebox and pulls out the little card he knows that’s in there. He passes it over to you, letting you take it, “It’s got my number on it,” He explains, “I’ve been in this shit and I just…” He trails off with a sigh, “Just, call me before you write something that might get you in trouble, okay?”

“Worried about me, Peña?” You smirk, and he thinks above your smile, he’d like to make you smirk more too.

“I’ve just seen too many good journalists write things that ruin their careers,” He shrugs, trying to play it off but probably doing a terrible job of it, “Don’t want you to make the same mistake.”

He watches as you turn the card over in your fingers a few times, before smiling at him one last time, “I’ll call you if need you.” And he really hopes you do.

In that moment, he gives up on trying to resist the call of the liquor store, pulling out his keys from the ignition and opening his door, climbing down onto the pavement. He stalls a little, before he puts a hand on your shoulder and gives it a squeeze, “Go and get your story, reporter.” And then motions his head for you to go.

He buys a bottle of whiskey and two packs of cigarettes, smokes two of them before he gets home. He thinks if he were a stronger man he’d have managed to quit, but he’s not, especially when it comes to you. Sure, he knew you before, but this new you? He’s known less than a month and he’s already struggling to stick to his own rules. He steps down from his truck back on the ranch, walks in and pours himself a healthy double, trying to convince himself it’ll be okay, he just needs to keep to himself, but when he’s led in bed at night, thinking of your sweet smile, he thinks this might just be another thing he fails at.

It’s late. Too late for you to be awake when you have to be at the office in the morning, but you can’t stop looking at the series of numbers, printed on the little card, underneath the words ‘Javier Peña, DEA.’ It’s out of date, clearly, the DEA nothing more than a memory to him. But it’s the principle of it that matters most. He’s worried about you, and he would only worry if he cared right?

You set it on your nightstand, switch off the little lamp and plunge yourself into darkness, right at the same time as you plunge your hand under your sleep shorts and through your folds. You’re soaked, because you always are when you think about him, it’s actually sort of pathetic. You sink two fingers into yourself, only briefly, letting out a satisfied breath, dragging your slick fingers back you to slowly circle your clit.

It's new, the way you always need to take care of yourself. The brief relationship you’d had in college with James hadn’t given you much to work with, you hadn’t really felt desperation to get yourself off like this before.

Your other hand, currently running over your peaked nipples through your tank top, is itching to reach across to your nightstand, pick up the phone and dial that number. You want to breathe down the phone at him, tell him you’re being so bad, that you need him to help, need that deep voice to guide you through it. As you press your fingers harder into your clit, speeding up your circles and bucking your hips, you wonder what he’d actually do if you did call him. Would he tell you to get lost? You don’t think he would, you think he’d do exactly as you asked, talk you through it.

You imagine his voice in your ear, telling you how good you’re being for him. You imagine his hand replacing your own, sinking his fingers into you, using his thumb to work your clit, the rough of his moustache running over the skin of your neck as he kisses you there. It’s the image of him looking down at you, smiling as he makes you cum that tips you over the edge. That flood of relief that rushes through you as you bite down on your bottom lip to keep you from whispering his name as your body shakes through your orgasm.

You wipe your slick fingers on the skin of your thigh, roll over in bed so your back is to the phone, trying to get your breathing under control. You drag the covers up under your chin, closing your eyes and trying to sleep without imagining his strong arm around your waist, his broad chest against your back. Does he snore? You wonder as you try and fall asleep. Would he keep you warm? It’s all running through your head as you sleep, conjuring up dreams that come morning have you realizing something has to give, you have to know, you have to have him. You needed Javier Peña more than the air you breathe, no matter how bad it was to admit that, no matter what it meant, no matter what it would cost, you needed him and you think to yourself as you drive to work, that he might just need you as much as you need him.

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hi love! it’s me again! i’m resubmitting my request. there would be an established friendship but abby decides to take it to the next level and realizes that she’s the one the reader needs to keep them in check. i was wondering if you could possibly write a brat tamer!dom! abby anderson with a brat!female reader where the two are out on a mission and the reader is constantly complaining and not listening to abby to the point where there mission is almost jeopardized and once they get to a safe enough place abby finally handles the reader’s attitude and puts her back in her place by spanking and edging her.

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, SMUT, porn with a lot of plot, abby and reader kill some infected, reader gets injured and falls through a floor halfway, mentions of blood?, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral sex ( r! receiving ), dom/sub nature, spanking, degradation, edging, kissing, dom!abby, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - so sorry this took months i see you all the time in my notifs so thank you for sticking around lol!! I hope you enjoy, ily and ty for being patient <3

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The original argument lasted longer than either of you initially thought. But it was Abby's fault, she was the dick.

At least, that's how you explained it to Manny, when he asked why neither of you would look or even acknowledge the other the entire first briefing. Your arms crossed, and her brows furrowed.

"Alright, what's with you both?"

He had asked, but neither of you responded, the only moment he knew you'd actually heard him was when Abby rolled her eyes and stalked away like a big grouchy asshole.

It was technically supposed to be a group supply collection, until everyone else had backed out and decided it was too far from base for their liking, and too many things happened to go wrong out there.

Yet you and Abby didn't run away from the mission, and neither of you realized the other hadn't backed out. Until, it was just two of you left standing.

Leah had gotten you both to finally make up, but it was nearly for nothing. You still sarcastically responding to everything she said, and her sending you glares every time you said something she didn't like.

You were like an itch, a bratty presence that wouldn't disappear no matter how annoyed she acted. How many times she brushed you away, you always found yourself right back ready to drive her insane.

Like a moth to light, you were to Abby.

Look for the light, how ironic.

"Y/n." You heard your name, but you were focused down at the broken compass you always used. The one that Abby had broken in a drunken fit of idiocy while you were hanging out with her.

The moment that had broke the already present tension you had between you. Originally it was something else, but now for you both it was anger, anger you were conveying from your original feelings.

The feelings you weren't sure you knew the name of.

"Y/n!" You jumped, turning to see Abby coming up to your side. "What?" You yelled, frustrated already before looking back down at the broken compass. "It's still not working?" "No, all thanks to you of course." "I already said I'd get you a new one." "Doesn't matter, I liked this one."

Abby rolled her eyes, walking beside you towards the armory.

"I didn't mean it and you know it." "Still sucks, I really liked it." Abby's face seemingly fell, the girl deciding silence was better than speaking as she followed you.

Walking while messing with her hands, you noticed her muscles were more exposed due to her choice of tank top to battle the humid air. Your gaze lingering on her form that strutted off, talking to one of the guys running part of the ammo station while he handed her a few boxes meant for the both of you.

You couldn't help your wandering eyes, but hurriedly pulled them away when she turned towards you. Seeing you instead staring off at a few guys nearby cleaning some of the guns.

"Y/n, let's move."

And again, it was silence between you both, only a few huffs passing your lips gaining the blondes attention each time and growing her annoyance all the same.

"Quit pouting, this'll go faster without you sulking the entire time." You took a look at her, then huffed louder, smiling like an idiot as you did so.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of my sulking. What was that?" Abby stared at you, anger resting right behind her pupils while you grinned in triumph, looking in front of you.

"Look at that, we get a truck." "The drive is almost three hours long." You looked at her once again, this time your jaw threatening to fall from your face. "Tell me you're fucking kidding." "Nope, better make yourself comfortable, shithead." You groaned,

"Fuck me."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

But it wasn't nothing, it was something Abby thought and replayed in her mind nearly the entire drive, glancing at you in the passenger seat every now and again. Your leg up on the dash and the rest of you layed back while you held a book Abby recommended to you in your hands.

Your pants stuck to your legs, shaping your thighs and hugging your calves. Abby stared for a moment too long, looking forward again to ignore the feelings swirling around in her chest.

The rural area around was desolate, rainy but the fall colors complemented the gray sky above. A perfect day to stay inside, you'd said once, Abby recalling the memory of you both laying on the couch in your room and reading cringey book passages back and forth to each other.

"Do you still have those CD's in here?" You glanced to her, meeting her eyes for a split moment before looking away. "Am I a ghost?" "You borrowed my last one, asshole." "Hey, language."

"What? Did I offend the book?" You marked your page, throwing the book beside you and onto the cupholders. Sitting up to look out the windshield.

"We almost there?" "Yeah, just relax." You turned to her, kicking your feet back and forth before glancing at her hand on the steering wheel.

Her knuckles slightly white, little scars surrounding them. Some of them you remembered when she'd gotten, a few you'd patched up yourself while out in the field.

"I can't Abby, m'bored." You then looked at her face, eyes focused on the road but you could see the gears turning in her mind.

"You have so many freckles." You poked the skin at the top of her cheek, right near her eye causing her to nearly wink. Scrunching the side of her face.

"Quit." "How much longer?" "Not long." "That isn't an answer Abigail."

You leaned back against the seat again, legs doing what they want as you looked out the window at the falling raindrops and trees. Bored out of your mind at the amount of nothingness mixed with overgrown empty.

Then you began to see building frames, many building frames, shorter in style than the heart of Seattle. But you could tell some where apartments, motels, stores and such. All taken by mother nature.

It was a town, or a city, the size couldn't be accounted for because of the rolling hills and trees that had made their home right in the heart. But there was something nostalgic about the town, then again it also reminded you of everything else in the world.

It was just another place.

You looked away from the glass, then at Abby. Focusing on the passing scenery in her eyes, going by as quickly as the truck moved.

"Abby..." You dragged her name out, nail tickling at her forearm to get her attention. "Bored." "We're here." "We are?" You glanced out the window again, looking around at the apartments you'd parked in front of, seemingly abandoned.

"I don't get it, why are we here?" "Isaac hid supplies here, and we need them." You raised your eyebrow. "Why hide supplies three hours from base? Added, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing?"

Abby turned the truck off, looking at you, keys jingling in her hand.

"It's a plan B, incase anything happens. Idiot." "Pretty far plan B. Are you positive we're in the right place?" You looked out the window once more, unsure with the building. "And don't call me an idiot, idiot."

You opened the truck door, stepping out into the crisp autumn air that sent a shiver up your spine. Your breath just able to be seen in front of your face. Your sweater did everything to keep you warm while walking up to the decrepit frame that was once a bustling home for people.

"It's strange, there's only one building around." "There's not just one." Abby came to your side, pointing passed the trees to other 'buildings' if you could even call the framework of what was a 'building'.

"Huh, 'kay let's go." You moved to skip forward, Abby instead gripping your arm to a pause. "Are you crazy?" "What? Where's Miss Cocky at? C'mon, I'm bored." Abby rolled her eyes, taking a few things out of the back of the truck from underneath the tarp.

One of the things being your backpack.

"Here-" You shoved passed, grabbing your own things before smiling at her. "Thanks, let's go." "Really?" You shrugged, meeting her gaze that was nothing but a glare. "What?"

"Wait for me." "Thanks, but no thanks. You're driving me nuts with this motherly act."

Abby hurried to grab her own things, rushing after your form that disappeared into the building.

Your eyes danced around the tattered wallpaper, molded photos on the wall and your boots brushing against plants that had grown through the floor.

The entire place smelled like an old persons house, antique décor on every inch of table space. It was quiet, too quiet for the area that Abby had described, having been out here plenty of times with Isaac. But it didn't seem like the picture you had.

This place couldn't be that bad. It was nice, like a movie, well, that was what you thought.

"Yeesh." You whispered, walking into a conjoined room, a fancy lobby area with a dusty chandelier becoming your new surroundings. A tiny smile on your face as you spun around.

The entire place was dark wood, like a manor, only it was an apartment building. The art like the renaissance, or what Abby had taught you of the time. The paintings she'd shown you, along with stories of the major scientists and their discoveries.

All of it came out in the rooms, building with large windows, though the glass was clouded and old.

It was beautiful.

"Are you kidding me?" Turning, Abby stood glaring at you from the doorway, backpack on and a scowl to complement. "What?"

"Do you have a Deathwish?' You walked up to her, swaying your hips before crossing your arms. "Nope. Just... quiet. Nothing how you said it would be." "That doesn't mean-" "Oh?"

You looked forward, spotting a nearby picture that sparked your curiosity, taking it into your hands.

"Aw, look, they're so cute. That one kind of looks like Ryan." Abby appeared behind your shoulder, her breath fanning your neck as she examined the photo. "Who's Ryan?" "Y'know? That cute guy in med? He stares at me every time we go to see Mel? You've never met him?"

Abby dreaded the fact that she'd even asked the question. Internally groaning and imagining herself banging her head against the wall. Your eyes practically turning to hearts at the thought.

"But... he's kinda creepy. I think I just like the attention." You set the picture down and looked at a door beside the table, going to grab the rusty golden doorknob.

"Wait." Abby's hand wrapped around your wrist, practically engulfing it. "We don't know what's in there, and unless you want your face eaten off, we should check." Looking down at her hand, you pulled away, shrugging. "What if I'm into that?"

Abby stared at you slightly flustered, not blushing, no, just reminded of her earlier thoughts of you. The ones she'd tried to shake away but couldn't seem to escape truck and it's thick air.

"I'd tell you to keep that to yourself." Abby stepped in front of you, gaining her cool personal once more while opening the door.

Inside were two insanely still runners, her eyes scanning for spores against the slight light coming through the windows.

"Right or left?" She'd asked, but you didn't care, beginning to creep into the room while pulling your knife from the side of your bag. The runner quietly muttering and crying to itself.

It's skin looked gray in the darkness, it's jacket ripped and torn. And as you rose to stab it, hearing Abby shuffling around behind you, you realized how much taller it was compared to your frame.

But nonetheless, you kicked the back of it's leg, watching it fall to its knees as you swung your knife into the flesh of its neck. Turning around once you were done whilst wiping your hands on your pants.

"Y/n, you can't just rush in like that-" "Seemed to work out fine. You take too long." Abby would've given everything in that moment for a chance to throw you out the window. "We didn't have a fucking plan."

"The plan was one of us goes right and the other goes left. You said it yourself." You looked around at the nearly empty room, once an office it seemed. "So, where are the supplies?" "Upstairs." You nodded your head, humming. "Upstairs. Great."

You went quiet for a moment, walking over to her before patting her shoulder.

"You got the heavy lifting, right?" You gave her that all-too familiar smile before making your way towards the decrepit looking stairs. Slightly nervous to take a step, you first pressed your foot down on the first stair, seeing it hold.

"Wait, idiot." You groaned, ignoring her demand and continuing upwards. "The stairs could collapse will you just f-" "Are you calling me fat?" You giggled, reaching the first landing, looking up at the second set of stairs leading to the second floor.

"That's rude, y'know." "Don't be a brat." Abby followed after, walking exactly where you had. She wondered if she should stop you, looking at the rotten steps that were created by the hole in the ceiling.

You didn't see them, she should stop you. Make sure you didn't trip.

But she didn't, she let you turn around and move to walk up them. Not realizing how rotten they really were, and how close the infected were to you both.

You were supposed to trip, not fall.

"Shit!" You fell through, only your legs and only halfway, but it had hurt and it wasn't the worst problem you had going for you. You looked down, your eyes stayed trained on where the lower half of your body was through the floor, not even hearing the screams of the few clickers flying out of empty rooms that were once their homes.

"Fuck, Y/n!" The sound of a gunshot brought you back from your struggle. Looking up to see a runner coming straight at your head, only stopped when a loud pop rang out and it fell to the ground. Red surrounding it's face.

"I can't reach." Your knife had fallen from your hand, just a ways away, you thought. Reaching out to grab it, the wood splintering and stabbing at your stomach.

You flexed every finger, trying your best to grab it. Only your middle finger doing the job to push it slightly closer.

The stairs than gave away a little more, making you sink deeper into the staircase. Legs dangling underneath you in the open air.

There were too many for Abby to handle, backing up every time one got to close to her. They began to ignore you, going for the one making the most noise while you struggled on the ground.

"Almost." It was a whisper of hope, getting the handle in your grip when a runner came barreling at you.

You could feel fear, you had before too. But there was something about the breath caught up in your throat mixed with the inability to move at all when your stomach dropped that tied it all together.

And yet somehow, you reached up, feeling the blade stab through the 'once a man's' Adams apple.

Then there was silence. A tense feeling in the atmosphere, but you only stared down at the dark flooring that kept you trapped.

"Told you to wait." "Fuck you." Abby crouched beside your upper body, almost assessing the situation while biting back a smile. "Are you bit?" "Would it make you feel better if I said yes?"

Abby's hand came out to take your backpack off, her other arm slipping under yours to keep you up.

"No. It wouldn't."

Once the bag was off, the hole was big enough to pull you back through. Abby pulling you upwards and helping you away and back on the landing.

"Why not? You've been praying on my downfall since we got in that car." You laughed, looking at your pants that had been ruined as you sat. "I'll be right back. Try not to die while I'm gone. Please? I'm not explaining to Isaac how I came back to find your body at the bottom of the stairs."

You looked at her, your stare giving her a reply wordlessly. Abby laughing to herself as she walked away.

And it wasn't long before she returned, to you, nowhere to be found.

Having found crates of supplies they could use to further their scavenging points. She was only happy to be one step closer to leaving.

And then you were gone.

"Y/n? Fuck." She said your name, whispering profanity to herself while avoiding the giant hole in the stairs. "Wher- really?"

You were propped up on the dusty couch, looking at a pamphlet for the nearby museum. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes concentrated as you read. Taking in information you'd probably never need.

Abby watched you for a moment, knowing you were blissfully unaware of her presence. That was until you turned your head.

"I thought you died." Was what she said, hiding the fact that she'd definitely been watching you, the comment making you laugh out loud.

"Me? Die? In your dreams. Find anything?" "Yeah, just need to move it. You good?" "Ankle is killing me, but the museum nearby has Picasso painting recreations, so that could help."

Abby couldn't even reply to what you'd said, causing you to giggle once more as she shook her head like a disappointed mom. Walking back upstairs with you close behind.

Carefully you both took the boxes out to the truck, Abby giving you a much lighter load than you realized. The blonde handing you the easier to carry boxes without you knowing. Watching you glance down at your ankle every now and again.

"How'd you know they'd only be on the second floor?" "The third floor is completely blocked off, the stairs collapsed and there was shit piled up at the top."

"I dunno how smart this hiding place was, but considering the stuff is here, I guess it was successful." The lip of the truck closed as Abby pushed it up, putting out her hand to nod to your bag. "Want that in the back?"

You nodded handing it to her.

"Maybe you are useful."

Abby tossed the backpack into the bed of the truck. Glaring at you from across the vehicle. "One of us has to be." You got in the truck, shutting the door, the silence becoming deafening once Abby did the same.

"God it's hard to breathe." You stripped yourself of the sweater, exposing your white tank top and warm skin to the air. Smiling at the cold brushing against your shoulders. "It's so fucking humid. Aren't you hot?"

"Will you shut it?" "Will you quit being an asshole?"

You looked over at her, leaning on the center console. Unintentionally giving her a perfect view of your chest resting in your bra.

"What's with you today? Last time I checked, it was your fault we were fighting." "Because you're a picky brat."

Abby started the truck, keeping her eyes on you the entire time.

"You don't like my personality?" You pouted, the rain suddenly picking up again outside. "Not today."

The truck began moving as Abby left the apartments. Seeing you slump back in your seat from the corner of her eye. Picking up your discarded entertainment and flipping the page.

"You should've listened to me back there," You let a puff of air pass your nose, laughter, as she continued, "you wouldn't have gotten hurt." "Well my bad, captain. Didn't know you were in charge of me."

"Stop talking to me like that." "Like what?"

The truck than came to a complete stop, nothing but trees around you both that could be seen outside the windows.

"What are you doing?" She turned the key, but didn't take it out of the engine. "Don't talk to me like you're in charge."

You laughed, but something changed when you seen her face. Dead serious, staring into your skull while you sat in disbelief.

"Who said I'm not-" "Me. Get in the backseat." You swallowed, smile slowly falling. "Wh-" "Did you hear me?"

With a short breath outwards you turned to climb into the overly roomy back seat, the one you'd slept in during the first two hours of the way here.

And now look at you.

Something out there was laughing at your predicament, and it was probably Abby.

"What if Scars run out of the woods and kill us?" "Let me worry about that." Abby knew it, not even the Scars came this far, but you didn't know that, and it didn't seem like you cared.

Your back hit the door as Abby climbed over you, her body shadowing your own. Your chest went tight, staring into her predatory eyes that seemed to have completely shifted from those you remembered earlier.

Not that you'd been watching.

Abby then leaned forward, catching your lips in a rough kiss that pushed your head against the window. The cold making contact with your scalp and then the back of your neck making you shudder.

You could taste her nearly gone Chapstick, plain, one you'd given her due to the cold sweeping in to take over the Seattle summer weather.

You wondered for a split second if she used it often, but then her hands slipped to your waist where your shirt had ridden up. And you'd completely forgotten everything you were thinking before. Just like that.

"You don't listen, do you?" You shook your head with a smile earning yourself a sharp grip to your thigh. "Use your words." "I don't." Abby then went to kiss you again but stopped.

She grinned like a maniac, though, when you moved to try and kiss her only for her to back away. An idea then popping into her mind while she moved to sit again the other door, right across from you.

You got the hint, sitting up on your knees, reaching down to take your tank top off, tossing it towards the front seats. Then, reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra.

Her gaze fell to your tits as you removed the garment and set it aside. Fingers slipping down to your jeans button, looking down for a second.

"I'm up here." Your head shot up, "Sorry." You mumbled, sliding them off of your legs, landing right back on your butt.

"C'mere." Abby motioned, allowing you to crawl into her lap, clad in only your panties. Her warm hands cupping your cold hips, slowly trailing upwards while her eyes raked over your body.

"Abby.." She hushed you, feelings your much smaller grip on her shoulders, keeping you up.

"Please.." You mumbled earning yourself a smack, a whimper of pain passing your lips. "Can't you be quiet? Forgot, you don't listen." You looked down seeing her fingers moving, getting another harsh spank.

"Eyes on me."

Her other hand moved down to push your panties aside, watching you struggle to sit still without squirming.

It was painful how much you wanted her, tight, holding you hips back from grinding towards her hand to stop the throbbing between your thighs.

You didn't even notice until she'd gotten so close to your heat, barely brushing over your slit. Slowly flexing her fingers upward to press against your clit.

Moving in slow, agonizing circles around and around. Your breath becoming labored and quick, Abby watching your chest move up and down.

"C'mere," She grabbed the back of your head, forcing you close enough for her to kiss you. Never quickening her pace on your cunt, instead to you it just felt like she was moving slower.

"You taste good, for being so stupid." She pulled just the slightest back, lips grazing against your own as she breathed. "You're so pretty when you're quiet. Where'd the dumb remarks go?"

You didn't answer, a finger slipping into your aching hole as a response.

"Good girl." It was like a song sung into the air that moved through you and right down to your belly. Feeling the words in your bottom half as a rushing heat passed over your face.

"But if you ever do anything like that again, it won't be anything out there that you'll have to deal with," she breathed, "Understand?"

You nodded before spitting out a strangled 'yes', silently pleading for her to move the single digit that rested in your pussy. Your own hands gripping her forearm like it was your last lifeline.

"I have to make sure now, don't I?" Her arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you to lay down on the backseat. "Bet Leah didn't expect this when she told us to make up."

Abby leaned down, sinking another finger in making you let out a choked noise. Spreading your legs further for her, her palm forcing your thigh against the back of the seat.

"Oh- oh fuck Abby!" Your head lolled to the side, watching her hand move in and out of your cunt. Her other than pressing down on your lower stomach, smiling when you gasped.

"Oh-" Was the only thing you could muster up as a response, feelings her fingertips running along your walls. "Please.." She moved closer to your face, curling her fingers as she moved closer.

"What?" Just as your stomach began to coil, you felt empty, whining at the loss of her hand when it appeared at your face. "Open up."

Your jaw went slack, taking her two fingers nearly right down your throat making you choke. Tongue welcoming her into your space.

"There you go." Abby chuckled quietly, her other hand moving down your bare hip. Your head felt stuffy, the entire car hot making it hard to breathe. Especially once she slid from your mouth, backing up to spread your legs again.

She dipped down, kissing your clit and making the rest of your body jump in surprise. Her hands grabbing and kneading at the skin of your thighs without a care in the world, like it belonged to her.

Like you belonged to her.

You could already see the bruises in your mind that you'd have from her harsh grabs. But the thought slipped away when she took a long lick up your slit, a much louder moan tumbling from your vocal cords.

"Oh my God-" And now you were sat to wonder why you hadn't thought of this sooner. You were certain she had, only coming to the final decision that this whole thing was premeditated when you met her hungry eyes looking up at you.

She was starved, like she'd been waiting with a meal in front of her for hours and wasn't allowed to eat.

You could feel her just barely touching your hole, sucking on your clit while her other hand ran along your inner thigh right beside your cunt.

"Abby..." Your fingers threaded through her blonde hair, pulling short pieces from her braid. "Feels s'good.."

Abby's eyes then glided to your tits, watching them rise and fall with each heavy breath. Your stomach flexing every time her tongue kitten licked your ball of nerves.

You could feel yourself coming close to the edge, so close, grinding your hips towards her face to find your release. But she pulled back, grinning at your impatience before her touch on your pussy was gone.

"Please, m'sorry.. more.." "What do you want?" One of your hands moved to her own that rested on your panty line, scratching at her fingers when she sucked harshly. Just to get a rise out of you.

"Fingers.. please Abby.."

"Since you asked so nicely. Turn onto your stomach." Your breath hitched as you did, her middle one slipped in just as soon as your body stilled. Instinctively clenching your cunt around her hand as if to keep her there. "Geez Y/n. Tight." You whimpered, her one digit moving in and out at an agonizing pace.

"You still like the med guy?" You shook your head with a gasp once she added another finger, her free hand moving from yours to slap your ass. "I bet you do, huh? Cause you just can't seem to shut up about him."

"I don't like him.." You pouted, lip quivering as you began to react to her words. "Don't be a liar too now." "M'not!" You whined defensively, another stinging smack to your behind making you let out a cry.

"Don't yell at me, say sorry." "M'sorry." You bit onto your forearm when she began going faster, running along your favorite spots. Sounds you didn't even know you can make spilling from your throat as she went as deep as she could possibly reach.

Curling inside you while watching with a smile.

"I'm sure you are." You began to get close once more, feeling the slow burning build up flood your lower belly, closing your eyes and hoping that you would be allowed to let go.

"But I don't know if you're sorry enough." She slowed once more, seeing your jaw clench from the throbbing need for her. "I am, I promise.." "Mmm, I don't know."

You sat up slightly, face sore from being squished into the seat, wanting so badly to feel her hands once again.

"I am, I swear, and I won't rush ahead anymore. I promise." You begged, pleaded, all while keeping your voice quiet to avoid another spank on your ass. "I won't do it ever again."

Her fingers began to move once more, the tips pressing against your walls. Going so slow, teasingly, never going faster.

"Abby... please, I'll be good I promise."

She knew you were lying, it's why she built it up once more. Maybe not in the moment, but you'd be your reckless self again at some point.

You were coming close, having already been before, her adding to the amount of fingers fucking you didn't help either. Three fingers moving at an ever lasting pace.

"Ah-" You said so quietly, quiet enough that it could be forgotten as a whisper, backing up just barely so that her knuckles brushed your ass.

"Don't get greedy, you said you were gonna be good." You hummed a whine, quietly apologizing to her while muttering her name.

"I'm..." You whimpered, feeling your stomach getting tight, every fiber or your body going tense and strained. Wanting so bad to let go, but you knew you'd be in trouble if you did.

"Abby... please.." Her fingers pulled back, her other hand caressing your ass cheek while she 'thought' to herself. "Flip over."

You complied, getting right onto your back once again, Abby leaning over your body to kiss you once more. Brushing against your lips while she pulled back to kiss your cheek.

"You're not gonna act like that again, not with me, understand?" You nodded adamantly, up and down quicker than she'd ever seen. "Yes, I understand. Please, please make me cum. I'll be good."

Abby slipped back in, leaning down to kiss your clit making your body jump. Fingers scissoring you open once more.

"Oh-" "Good girl. Spread your legs open wider, there you go." You did as she asked, leg pushed against the back seat while she finger fucked you. Tears welling up in your eyes from the sudden pleasure, from how fast she started to go, from the overwhelming feeling that flooded your entire lower half.

"Oh fuck- oh fuck- I can't!" Abby smiled, sucking on your clit just before she sat up, smashing her mouth onto yours in an intoxicating kiss.

Your mind then went blank, fuzzy and full of cotton. You felt your stomach snap before you prepared yourself for it, screaming against Abby's lips. Legs shaking and your body squeezing around her fingers.

You felt tingly, like you were floating for a moment in time. Like nothing existed at all, and never would.

"I-" You whispered. "There you go." Abby kissed the side of your head as you came, chest heaving with a mix of sweat and tears that had rolled down from your face.

"Oh fuck-" Your head fell to the side, looking at the front of the truck towards the windshield. "Abby.." You looked at her again, throat scratching and voice nearly silent.

"You did so good." She grabbed something from the center console of the truck, hurrying to clean you up as Abby realized how late it had began to get.

"I'm sorry." Your breathing was uneven, your mind fried from falling so far into your own world. Your emotions running wild while Abby held you up, helping you put your underwear back on.

"M'sorry for fucking up." "It's okay," She kissed your neck, "you gotta listen better." Her hand ran over your forehead while she reached to grab your discarded shirt, Abby's sight then focusing on the window, the rain coming down even harder than it had been.

"Ready to go?" She then asked, watching you shrug, your eyes becoming half-lidded and exhausted. "Just one more minute. M'tired." "I know, we don't have to go to med when we get back."

You hummed, still staring at the glass pane.

"Okay. You'll take care of me?" Your voice was soft, like you hadn't met her before. Shy, and quiet, no one would ever know you two had been arguing.

"Yeah." "Okay, m'sorry again." "It's over. Now sit up, you staying back here?" You shook your head, wiping stray years from your face that Abby missed. "No I wanna be up there with you."

"Be careful." "I got it, Abby." "Yeah, I'm sure you do."

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson imagine #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #tlou 2 #tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 5 months

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About representation of child abuse in ML

I’m sorry if this isn’t the proper way to send it I chose it because I can actually divide paragraphs here. I am also assuming none of the abuse submissions are reblogged because of the subject. I was neglected as a child(parents often forgot to feed me, didn’t care about my hygiene and I couldn’t go to the doctor when I should have) and emotionally abused after coming out as trans as a young teen(constantly being pressured to stop being trans, treating me as stupid and melodramatic for being trans at all, showing open disgust if I did something “too manly” etc.). I was a bully for two years in middle school before realizing the weight of what I was doing. I had to put in a lot of effort to improve, especially since guilt was feeding into already-existing self-hatred. When I first saw Miraculous Ladybug on TV I didn’t expect child abuse to come up at all since it’s a hard topic even for adults and Miraculous didn’t seem like the show to tackle a complicated topic. Looking back they shouldn’t have tried because they end up giving incredibly bad messages. As you point out Chloe is treated as irredeemable and sent off with her abusive parent as punishment while Andre is never treated as the neglectful parent he is. While children can be abusive to their parents Andre is the mayor of Paris while Chloe is a kid, he holds a lot of power here that he refuses to use at all. He also doesn’t try to get Chloe psychological help which would be the correct course of action seeing her mother despite the fact it wouldn’t even make a dent in his pocket. It would be better to either have Chloe’s redemption fail while highlighting how her parents affect her behaviour but don’t justify it or have a straightforward redemption arc, maybe one where she doesn’t get forgiven but still improves to show kids there’s a way out. “I will always be like this because of abuse” is an easy thought to fall into and ML accidentally ends up teaching it to kids, Jesus. The other thing that really bugs me is the treatment Gabriel gets, it seems to me that the show tries to use his love for his wife and son as a redeeming quality but I am not sure on how good an idea that is. It’s better than if he were to hate Adrien but loving Adrien doesn’t excuse any of the things he does. In my experience most abusive parents do love their children, they really think they are doing the best for their kids. The kicker comes in when they end up harming their children in some way but refuse to acknowledge it. If your parents always end up doing more harm than good and refuse to stop, then love alone can’t save it. I don’t think that point was there as Gabriel’s love was portrayed as a good thing because this show doesn’t do nuance. Also the plot Gabriel abusing Adrien should mainly be about how Adrien feels. Of course it will affect other characters but Adrien is the one getting abused by Gabriel. Gabriel is also an incredibly controlling parent who takes away Adrien’s agency and the show never really addresses that. Adrien is a bystander in a story-arc about him getting abused. He never learns that Gabriel is Hawk Moth(writers seem to think we forgot Chat Blanc and even then that episode was more about “Ooo hero gets akumatized”), we never learn his thoughts about the whole situation and Gabriel completely gets his way in the end, leading to a happy ending. Adrien’s contribution to the finale is giving up the agency he had left. This really left a sour taste in my mouth. If you’re not going to deal with how abuse affects Adrien, why write it in at all?

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First of all, I’d like to thank you for being able to step forward and talk about your history with your parents. I’m very sorry that you had to go through that.

Second of all, you make a good point with how much the show empasizes Gabriel’s love for his family supposedly justifying his terrible actions, with or without the mask. It doesn’t help that, like you said, he doesn’t even get to confront Gabriel about their relationship himself, and ends the season believing all the delusions Gabriel had about him being a good father.

Hell, even the movie does a better job at pointing out how much Gabriel has hurt his son over the show itself, and I’m pretty sure that’s why so many people prefer that version of Gabriel over this one.

#thing delivered to my ask box because tumblr won't let me say the s-word #immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #child abuse in miraculous ladybug

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sinner-sunflower · 2 months

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 12/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Fun fact:

I was supposed to include Heaven in this. The og plot was like Heaven was already friendly with them- like Luci's siblings, and they were supposed to be in the meeting back in chapter 4 and 5.

The argument would have been that Heaven is bound to help because Roo won't stop at Hell and it will eventually reach Heaven, making it their problem too.

But obviously I had a change of plans and I think this plot would be better.

A plot fit for a possible sequel, one might say.

Apologies for the shortness of the chapter but thank you still for the constant support! Your likes, reblogs, and comments are the things that give me inspiration to do this every day!

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The good news is the problem has not reached any of the upper rings in his absence. The bad news? Sloth is almost devoured.

Overgrown roots have enveloped the main city's buildings, he can't even see the Goetia territory anymore. The blood-red flowers are still spewing black miasma and he can feel it slightly burn his skin.

Lucifer thinks that this is what real Hell looks like.

This means that everyone is just exerting enough power to keep it at bay but not enough to fully stop it. Lucifer was right in his decision to look for Goodie. Speaking of Goodie- the embodiment of good barely reacts. If she's being burned by the mist, she's doing a pretty good job of not showing it.

Goodie: Oh my. What trouble you are causing, Roo.

A fucking understatement but Lucifer won't argue. This is trouble, but a million times worse.

Lucifer: Let's go.

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At one corner of Sloth, the Sins and the other higher powers of Hell have just finished another round of the sealing ritual. They've been going at it a month straight, there is no end in sight, and they are exhausted. Even Alastor is mostly drained as he is leaning a lot on his cane.

Beelzebub: Fuck! I knew this wasn't going to be easy but what the fuck?!

Someone scoffs.

Vox: Maybe if our dear king is here this would be over. Like, where the fuck is he huh??

Leviathan: Don't forget who you are speaking to, filthy sinner!

Vox: Oh boohoo. If we're all gonna die anyway, why should I be afraid of you? Should've known that absentee of a ruler left us all to rot after damning us here in the first place-

Vox suddenly finds a giant hand wrapped around his throat. It took him a few seconds of reconfiguration before he clearly saw who the fuck-

Vox: Fuckin- gah! Alastor!

Alastor has transformed into a taller, lankier, and more sinister of himself. Eyes turned into radio dials, face, and body adorned with glowing green stitches like a puppet whose master has on a string.

Alastor: Shouldn't frivolous televisions come with a silent setting?

Vox: Fuck! Off!

Alastor: Hahaha! What is the matter, Vox? You seem to have developed the illusion that you are the strongest person in the room. Shall I remind you of what came about your moth friend?

Velvette: You better let him go, old man!

Velvette yelled to back up Vox. She flinches as Alastor turns his head in her direction with a sickening snap of his neck.

Not wanting to back off, she was about to argue more when Carmila stepped in.

Carmila: Velvette! Cease this at once. Do you and the Vees have no self-preservation??

Velvette: Well- I- Vox's right and you lot know it! Great Lucifer called us all here, basically threatened us to help him fix a mess he caused, then fucks off to God knows where leaving us to practically kill ourselves for a mess, again, HE CAUSED!

The Sins and Goetia's have now transformed into their more monstrous forms at hearing the disrespect the lowly sinner said about their King.

Velvette and Vox are saved from near-permanent death by a commanding voice.

Lucifer: Kneel.

Everyone's bodies acted on their own. Their knees bled from the sudden contact on the ground.

None of them could move- try as they might. Their air became heavier, plus with the miasma, a lot of them were gasping for air. Nothing is coming in. They can't breathe. They can't-

They look up to see the King of Hell and an unknown woman. Unknown to most but the Sins very much recognize her as indicated by the widening of their eyes.

Satan: Goodie!

The woman giggles and waves cheerfully as if there wasn't a looming threat in the air.

Goodie: My, my. What big mouths you have~

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What to look forward to in Part 13:

Some talks and reprimanding.

Another round of ritual.

The situation becomes worse.

Lucifer and Goodie's solution.

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mingkiyoo · 2 years

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maybe this time (j.yh)

summary ⇢ after weeks of not seeing yunho since you asked for a break, you meet him again at your best friend mingi’s birthday celebration. after a few drinks, you find yourself sitting in his car in an empty parking lot at midnight and he’s kissing the pain away.

pairings ⇢ yunho x reader

genre ⇢ established relationship, non idol au, angst, suggestive, smut, light fluff

warnings ⇢ boyfriend!yunho, fem!reader, drinking, yunho has bad boy vibes, mutual pining, big dick!yunho, size kink, fingering, semi rough unprotected sex, romantic car sex, makeup sex, public sex // please let me know if i missed anything!

note ⇢ 18+ content, minors DNI. // happy birthday mingi though i'm posting late! thank you so so much for loving my first ever fic about time! this might feel a little bit rushed but i hope it's still okay. i just really needed to get it out of my brain. also - i'm so soft for yunho not wanting to lose y/n >///< please like and reblog if you love it <3

word count ⇢ 3.7K

“Can you drive?”

You hear your boyfriend, Yunho, ask through the phone. You turn your gaze to where his car is parked, just an empty spot separating yours from his. He rolls the window down on the driver’s side, and you instinctively do the same but on the passenger’s side. You lock eyes for a moment before you answer him, “No. But I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”

It’s close to midnight. You’re currently sitting in your car at the parking lot beside the restaurant where your childhood best friend, Mingi, had his birthday celebration. His other friend, Wooyoung, owns the restaurant so after business hours were over, everyone just gathered around the bar for unlimited drinks. He personally cooked for everyone once the kitchen staff left so there’s something for everyone to snack on if interested.

Everyone already drove off, leaving just you and Yunho at the parking lot.

Yunho is your best friend Mingi’s other best friend. The story about how you met and fell in love started in college when you had to drop off some notes for Mingi from a class you had together because you heard that he was sick and that was why he was missing his classes only to find him huddled over a game controller along with Yunho.

Mingi was struggling with his classes. It didn’t help that a particular professor was giving him a hard time, driving him to almost drop the class. He probably would have if he didn’t meet Yunho. Mingi just needed to take a step back, take a short break so he can have a more solid approach to knocking out his requirements without feeling overwhelmed. And you’re thankful that Yunho was there to help ground him and be his comfort when you couldn’t be there for him.

Yunho—oh boy. He looked like your next big mistake. He has a sweet face with a bad boy aura that spells every bit of trouble and is the perfect combination to breaking your heart. You should have run in the opposite direction, as fast as you could but still, even now—you’re drawn to him like a moth to the flame. When he’s around, all reason goes out the window. That’s why, a few weeks ago, you asked for a break. It’s been a long time coming. You’re not sure when it started, but you found yourself and Yunho bickering over the smallest things lately, and it’s getting exhausting. You fight, have hot sex, and makeup then do it all over again. You’re hoping that the time away from him will help you assess if the relationship is worth saving without his presence clouding your judgments.

No amount of pep talk prepared you for when you finally saw him for the first time in weeks. Regardless of the issues you have in your relationship, you can’t deny the fact that you miss him. The knot in your stomach is enough proof that you still care for him. You still love him.

He’s busy talking to Mingi and Wooyoung at the bar while you chat with the other guests. Occasionally, you lock eyes with Yunho. He has a serious look on his face, one hand swirling the whiskey within the glass before bringing it back to his lips for a sip. You feel hot just from the way he stares at you from across the room.

“Talk to him,” you turn around to see Mingi whispering down to your ear. He’s the only one who knows, of course. Nothing escapes Mingi.

“About what?” you ask.

“You know what,” he answers, his eyes roam over your features as if he’s looking for a particular reaction.

“I prefer not to,” you tell him casually, not meeting his eyes and you hear him sigh before he leaves your side to go back to the bar.

Yunho tilts his head towards the passenger side as if inviting you over. You hesitate for a moment before getting out of your car and into his.

Silence filled the air. There’s no one else in the parking lot except the two of you. All you can hear is the noise of cars driving by the nearby roads and the faint music playing on his radio.

Your stomach flips at the familiar scent of his car and of his cologne. Your heart is beating so fast it’s almost hard to breathe and you close your eyes. Alcohol usually has that effect on you but tonight, you’re unsure. It could just be because you’re sitting next to Yunho and you’re trying so hard not to throw yourself at him. He’s wearing a black dress shirt, the fabric snuggly hugging his broad form, the sleeves rolled up around his elbows. A couple of buttons were undone, and you notice the silver chain hanging around his neck. He paired it with black slim trousers, tapered around his thigh accentuating his muscles. There is no other word to describe him—he’s gorgeous.

He’s always been gorgeous. But especially tonight.

“You, okay?” Yunho asks, he seems to notice your breathing.

“Yeah,” you answer, taking in a deep breath, eyes still closed. “Just can’t breathe… too much alcohol, I think.”

“Yeah,” he says, a hint of humor in his tone and you can’t help but think that maybe he’s making fun of you right now. You open your eyes to see him looking over you, a suppressed smile on his lips. “Two tall glasses of Mai Tais are usually your limit,” he chuckles this time, one arm resting on the steering wheel while he continuously rubs a finger back and forth across his bottom lip and you can’t help but stare at him, at those lips.

“I hate you,” you growl as you gently shake your head, hoping it will help get the thoughts of kissing his heart-shaped lips and sucking on his long and beautiful fingers out of your head.

“You don’t mean that,” he says in a small voice, his lips in a straight line, his expression is serious now. He opens a water bottle and takes a big sip before offering it to you. You hesitate for a moment before taking the water bottle from his hand and placing your own to where his lips were just now.

You place the bottle in the empty cupholder. You fix your gaze forwards avoiding his. “How have you been?” he finally asks, and you can’t help the lump that forms in your throat. You know he’s just making small talk because he probably feels awkward having you in his car in an empty parking lot at midnight.

“I- I’m okay,” you answer which came out more like a stutter and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying he doesn’t notice the effect he has on you.

“You?”

A moment of deafening silence before he finally says, “Not good.”

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, a concerned look on your face.

“I miss you,” he sighs, and it breaks your heart because you miss him too—more than you want to admit. You didn’t want to be apart from him, but you always end up fighting whenever you’re together. You didn’t want the space, but you needed it. Otherwise, you just might end up despising each other and you don’t want that. Yunho was your friend first before he was your boyfriend after all. You don’t want to complicate anything since you share the same group of friends, you live in the same neighborhood and Mingi—he surely doesn’t want to see his two best friends hating on each other.

“How much longer do we need to be on this break?” he asks, the bitterness towards the word ‘break’ evident in his voice.

You open your mouth in attempt to respond but you can’t find words. You look down on your fingers, feeling your cheeks heat up in frustration.

“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” he continues when you don’t answer. His question surprising you, making you look up immediately to meet his intense gaze.

“Is there someone else?” he asks sternly, and his words cut like a knife through you.

“What— No!” you exclaim, shaking your head before burying it in your palms.

Has he ever seen you with another man other than your friends? Have you ever given him any reason to suspect you?

You can’t believe he’s even asking the question. You’re mad, disappointed and frustrated that you can no longer keep your tears from falling.

“This is exactly why we need this break!” you say as you turn in your seat to fully face him, wiping your tears with the back of your hands in annoyance. Why do you always have to cry when you’re angry?

“Aren’t you sick of this?” it’s not a real question. “We always end up fighting every time we’re together. Yunho…” you pause, reconsidering your words, “I love you so much… but I’m tired.” Your voice shaky and barely audible.

All you can hear now is the sound of your own heart breaking. You feel stuffy suddenly. You need to get away—away from him, from this moment, from this pain. You reach for the car door in an attempt to get out, but Yunho’s large hand grabs your wrist before you can even find the door handle. He pulls you forwards, pinning your wrist against your seat beside your head as his other hand cups the back of your neck, his lips pressing against yours.

His grip on your wrist is firm as if communicating that he doesn’t want to let you go but his lips were gentle on yours. You think about pushing him away for a second, but you can’t. He tastes like whiskey and smells of vanilla, making you lose control. The man who has your heart, who has all of you, kissing you so tenderly breaks your resolve. He slants his lips against yours, deepening the kiss, and you melt into his touch.

He loosens his grip on your wrist. Your hands find their way to cup his face before gliding down to the base of his neck. You longed for his touch for weeks, so you kiss him back with equal fervor determined to get your fill.

You don’t break the kiss until you’re both breathless. Yunho presses his forehead against yours. His large hands still cupping the sides of your face and you place a soft kiss on his palm, your smalls hands holding onto his wrists.

Yunho bites his lower lip. He looks out in the vast empty parking lot, seemingly searching for the right words to say.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he turns to face you again, his large hands never leaving your skin, his thumb swiping away any remnants of tears that trailed down your cheeks. “I just…” he pauses, and you notice him wince as if he’s in pain, but he looks into your eyes before he continues, “I can’t lose you. I don’t want to.”

“Me neither,” you admit in a small voice, your tears threatening to spill over once again.

“We can fix this, right?” he asks, his eyes studying you. “We’ll make it work.”

You close your eyes as you nod your head again and again in response until you feel his lips brush against yours again and he kisses you with more hunger this time. His hand reaching behind the small of your back to pull you closer while the other cups the side of your face.

“Fuck,” he moans into your mouth, “I’m sorry but I’ve missed you so much.” He says as one hand reaches down for the hem of your dress, lifting it up. His long fingers find your aching heat and he starts to rub across your swollen clit. You can feel the warmth of his fingertips through the thin fabric, making you gasp.

“Hmm, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” he teases.

“Yunho,” the sound that leaves you is breathy and desperate. Desperate to feel him, all of him, everywhere. His fingers start to move in circles against your sensitive spot building up the intoxicating pleasure in your core.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his gaze holding yours steady. “I’m not letting you go… You hear me?” he asks but doesn’t wait for your response as his lips start to move down to your chin and along your jaw before landing on your neck, nibbling and kissing on your pulse points.

“You’re mine,”he breathes against your skin, his words making your heart jump. You love it when he’s being territorial.

“I’m yours,”

He yanks your panties to the side, too impatient to even take them off you and he pushes a finger into you, curling up to reach your pleasure spot and you whimper. You place one hand to rest on his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt as he continues to work you over, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel him push another finger into you and the delicious stretch sends waves of heat straight to your core. Pressure builds in your belly as his fingers start to pick up speed, the rough pace he’s set is dizzying.

“Yunho!” a suppressed moan leaving your lips, legs shaking as you come apart on his fingers. “There you go.” Yunho whispers, one side of his lips upturned as if satisfied with what he’s done.

As you come down from your high, you remember you’re out in public. You straighten up against your seat almost immediately and you look around, worried that someone may have shown up at the parking lot.

Yunho notices your anxious expression. “There’s no one here…” he chuckles softly, “but you may still want to keep it down. Just in case.” He smiles and he pulls you in for another kiss and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Both of you are growing more and more desperate for each other with each passing moment.

“Forget it!” he exclaims before pressing his forehead against yours, his large hands roaming your body before they find your ass, squeezing tightly causing your hips to roll forwards in his impatience.

“I can’t wait to have you,” he breathes through his teeth. “I’ve missed this for weeks.” He leans slightly back to look into your eyes. “I’m fucking you in this car if I have to.” His lips close in on yours one more time, his teeth gently tug on your bottom lip before he opens the door to his side of the car and hurriedly gets out.

You notice him spare a glance in every direction before he finally opens the door to the backseat. He chuckles softly, eyes smiling when he notices you already made your way there without even leaving the car.

“You’re so tiny, you can fit anywhere.” He says, a playful grin on his lips.

He pushes the driver’s seat all the way forward to give room for his long legs before he turns to grab your sides and hoists you up to place you on his lap, your knees straddling his hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his hand pushing your silky hair back so he can see your face clearly. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

You feel your cheeks blush at the compliment. He’s always so sweet like this. He knows exactly where to touch you and what to say to send your heart racing. If you could only bottle up this moment, you would only to pull it out every time it gets rough. Loving him is a double-edged sword. It’s equally blissful and painful and oh, how you wish you can leave out the pain.

His hands glide down your neck before they land where your shoulder meets your arms on both sides, ruffling the puff sleeves of your dress. It’s cinched around the waist and the hem sits just above your knees. “I don’t think I’ve seen this dress before,” he says, giving you a once-over. “Is this new?”

He continues when you nod. “I love it. You should wear it again.” With one swift move, he reaches behind you and unzips your dress, revealing a black strapless bra underneath. He looks up to you, his eyes sparkling with desire. A devilish smile spreads across his lips as he finds the clasp of your bra and he removes it tossing it to the side. The rough pad of his thumb swipes across your nipple, his mouth capturing the other in his mouth, and you throw your head back at the sensation. You slide your hands around his neck, and you grab a fistful of his soft locks, tugging gently. You feel his large hands wrap around your ribs, pulling you closer. Your hips start moving on their own seeking more pleasure in your other parts. He shifts in his seat, and you feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. He wants you just as much as you want him.

“Please,” the sound that leaves you is in between a moan and a plea. You reach for the buckle of his belt, and he helps you loosen it, get the button of his pants undone and pull the zipper down to finally free his length of its constraints. He’s painfully hard. He’s big… just as you remember. You reach down to hold him, your small hands barely covering the entirety of his length and he groans against your skin. “I need you,”

With a quick kiss to your temple, he obliges. He yanks your panties to the side once again and you lift your hips off his lap slightly so he can line himself against your entrance. He grips your sides and guides you down his length until your ass is flush against his hips, the stretch feels new and familiar at the same time, catching you by wonderful surprise.

You start to move your hips on top of him, his hands never leaving your sides, guiding you where he wants you.

“You feel so good, baby.” He breathes underneath you. “Nice and tight and wet for me.” He tangles his hand in your long, beautiful hair as he wraps one arm around your waist to hold you in place. This time, he drives into you, hitting your pleasure spot so perfectly, you can’t help but roll your eyes into your head. You feel so close already. Again.

“Oh fuck!” you hear him grunt and soon, you feel him quickening his pace. He tenses underneath you, but he catches himself just in time. He maneuvers you off him and pushes you gently down to lay on your back. You’re not sure how Yunho’s tall frame fit in the car with you but that’s the least of your worries. You need more of him, so you reach for his sides to tug on his shirt, urging him to fill you up once again… and he does. He pushes your legs up so high over his shoulders, you feel your hips suspended in the air. With one hand against the back of the passenger seat, one hand planted on your side, he sinks back into you—all the way.

“Yunho—” you whimper. “It’s so deep.”

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” A breathy groan slips out of his lips. He closes his eyes as he reaches your pleasure spot once again. “You can take me though, right?” you see him smile but his eyes still dark and hungry. “I know you can.”

You nod. “I want you,” you tell him, you tug on his shirt once again, begging him to move. “I want all of you.”

He starts to move his hips a little eager this time. He’s reaching you so deep, he’s a little worried he might break you. You lift your hips up a little bit higher to meet every snap of his hips, heat pooling in your core and you tighten around him. He knows you’re close. He knows your body so well… so he pounds into you, his pace relentless, leaving both of you a panting mess.

“I love you, y/n.” He hisses through his teeth as his pace falters. His hand cups the back of your neck, pressing your foreheads together and you wrap your legs around his waist. “I love you so much. Come for me.” He groans, punctuating his words with his hips and it sends you spiraling. You let go, body convulsing at the intensity of your release. He’s not far behind. He pistons his hips recklessly into you, chasing his own high and you feel him stiffen and shudder out your name as he empties himself inside you.

Whether it’s the mixed emotions leading up to this moment or the effect of alcohol that made your orgasm the most intense you’ve ever experienced in your entire life, you’re unsure. But you do know it has everything to do with Yunho.

He plants a soft kiss on your lips before he pulls out and helps you up. He envelops you in a tight hug and you feel his heart beating as fast as yours as you both try to steady your breathing.

“I love you, Yunho.” You manage to whisper despite the shakiness in your voice.

“I love you more, baby.” He says as he leans slightly back to look at your face, pushing your hair away from it. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait long enough to take you home—”

You hush him, tapping your fingers gently against his broad chest. “It was perfect.” You say, a sweet smile on your face.

He cups your face and starts pressing light kisses on your forehead, on your temples, the tip of your nose, and on either side of your cheeks before he whispers with an endearing smile, “You are.”

Your heart is filled with hope again. Maybe this time—it will be different. You hope that the words spoken between the two of you are not just empty promises and you’ll work on your relationship… together. But you do know that for Yunho, you’re always ready and willing to give your all.

a/n: thank you so much for being here! if you enjoyed this short fic and you're looking for a little bit more fluff and comedy, you might like about time!

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goodlucksnez · 11 days

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A/ngel d/ust x husk & an/gel has comes back off set with terrible hay fever after working with flowers, and hu/sk is being nice

no one gets to talk bad about my angel dust voice okay, accent are hard and i am still working on it- I made this quick after work while people were cutting the lawn so sorry if the audio isn't the best

anyway enjoy you filthy sinners

cw: sneezing, (duh) some sniffles, cursing, 2 noseblows some sniffles, and playful nicknames, mentions of s/ex worker

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What the hell happened to you? You look like shit.

I will. Thanks, whiskas. Trust me, you don't want to know.

Ohh I most certainly do. What overlord did you fuck this time?

Hey, I will suck all of them. Besides, it ain't your fucking business. That's me and my work. Pour me a drink hard.

I'm not pouring you anything, especially when you're dripping snot all over my counter like that.

You.Suck at it.

Come on. 6 arms. Tell me.

Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. Val's got this new idea for all the Spring Breakers who fucked a bit too much down here? Well, the Last of Us. A lot. This is a great marketing scheme to make this whole set of tapes about fucking spring. Normally, I ain't complaining. I mean. Look. The hole, the hole I beat, but this time it's a little different.

Judging from your appearance, I can say so. What did he do this time?

Yeah, yeah. He bought every fucking flower to just assault the fucking crew with everything.and towed

Wait, wait. You're telling me that some fucking flowers did this to you? You fucking weak ass bitch Wait. What spiders like live in flora and fauna.

Well, it ain't exactly my sceane. Yeah, I mean, sure have been. Don't get down dirty, but that's what fucking planet.thinks it will strum up bussness. The only thing that's strumming up is my allergies

Breathe.I got you, baby cakes. Just sneeze. You wont feel better till you do.

Impressive. You've got anymore in there?

No. If you tell anyone about.

You ain't gonna do nothing, kid. You're gonna go March upstairs and rest. I'll have smiles. Bring you some antihistamines. You gotta get this **** off of you.

Oh, and what he's suggesting? eh whiskers. You want to see me all nude?

What I want to see is your snot filled face.I'll join you upstairs in a minute. Why don't you go do yourself a favor and start taking a shower?

Oh kitty got claws meow

If you make another fucking cat pun, I will shove this bottle so far.

Oh, don't threaten me with a good time. God I am gonna murder hin (val)

OK, arachnophobia. You get out of here. Go clean up, OK? Ill have a little talk little moth friend.

No, no, no, no. Ain't no way you're going near Val.

Says anything about me? I was an overlord once I got deals. I still know how to play my cards right.

Now you're gonna ask. Shit I'm way too congested just even think about it. OK, im out of here. Bring the fuckin bottle.

poor kids gonna kill himself one of these days. Up to me to clean up the fucking mess.

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The Professor - Prof!Aaron Hotchner (smut)

We all know I adore professor fics, hence why it was finally time for a Hotch one. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader works as Hotch's TA, helping him with his course work while falling more and more for the professor.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), p in v, mild choking, age gap, professorxTA, some flluff

Pairing: Prof!Aaron Hotchner x fem!TA!reader (3.7k words)

“This one?” His dark eyes flickered up from the paper he was reading, taking in the book (y/n) held in her hands. A hum rumbled through the man, nodding his head before his gaze wandered back down to the paper. “Alright, I’ll get the copies ready. Coffee?”

“Please.” Professor Hotchner’s voice dripped with desperation, coaxing a few chuckles out of (y/n). Once again their eyes met, making it harder for her to rip herself free from the grasp the man had on her. With her heart racing and her hands trembling, she almost stumbled out of his office, needing to get some distance between them before she’d say or do something she’d regret later on.

(Y/n) had been working for the man for the past weeks, getting adjusted to his schedule, trying to help him balance between the university and his tasks at the BAU. Professor Hotchner had joined the university to teach a few profiling classes, and ever since (y/n) had been recommended by another professor as a teaching assistant, the relationship between them had evolved into something that almost felt like a friendship.

There was no doubt that (y/n) admired the handsome man, drawn to him like a moth to a flame, as if he was a siren’s call she had chosen to follow, accepting her fatal end in the depth of the ocean. But she’d always sink for him, one with the endless darkness she found herself trapped in, a darkness only Aaron Hotchner could alight.

At first it had felt like a schoolgirl crush, fascinated by his demeanour, the way he carried himself. Aaron Hotchner was undoubtedly handsome, the dark eyes that told stories not made for faint-hearted students, the big hands that have killed more people than one would assume, the low voice (y/n) heard late at night when she was dreaming of him.

It had taken her a while to accept her crush on the man she was working for, but somewhere along the way she had found herself growing rather excited to see him almost every single day of the week. She found pride in the way he praised her work, how his eyes lingered on her frame for a tad bit too long.

“(Y/n)?” His gruff voice forced her closer, making her way back into his office with two cups of hot coffee. “Come here, can you read this?”

She moved slowly, eyes taking in the frown tugging on his features, the slightly confused glance of his. The professor watched her move towards him, coming to a halt next to his frame to read the scribbling of the student. Heat flushed through her as she felt his eyes on her features, she was standing close enough to smell his cologne – mixed with the scent of coffee, a deadly mixture she found herself addicted to.

“Mhm, no I can’t. Do you want me to email him?” Their eyes met, she was a bit taller than him, standing next to his sitting frame, and yet she still felt intimidated by the man, by the power he held over her. He had to clear his throat before he spoke up, eyes flickering back down to the paper as if he had to remind himself of his task at hand.

“No, it’s alright. But thank you, (y/n).” Shudders ran down her spine, still not used to the way he spoke her name, quiet like a confession, though strong enough to remind one of a poem written for those not leaving one's mind even in the depth of the night. With a small nod and a smile sent his way, she chased the distance once again, going back to her copies with a racing heart and her teeth buried in her lower lip.

***

“No case is the same, of course we find patterns, it’s our job to make these out and to highlight them, but don’t make the mistake of giving into old patterns, just because it’s comfortable. We-” The ringing noise interrupted the professor, gaze wandering down to his phone. With a short “Go through the questions” shot (y/n)’s way he excused himself, disappearing from the room.

“Alright, we’ll go through the weekly reading now, any questions we should focus on?” Adrenaline shot through her system, forcing herself to keep her voice steady. It wasn’t the first time professor Hotchner had asked her to take over, and yet she still wasn’t used to standing in front of so many students.

It didn’t take long for the professor to reappear, murmuring a small “Sorry” (y/n)’s way before he took over once again. She loved watching him teach, and found herself admiring the man even more whenever he spoke to curious students, pulling them further into the course work they were revising, leaving them begging for more.

Aaron Hotchner carried himself with something dark lingering inside of him, something dark (y/n) wanted to uncover, pushing through the layers one by one. Deep down she was yearning for something she shouldn’t even think of, breaking one too many rules with the longing she felt for her boss, a man far older than she was.

“We have to cut this one short today, I’m sorry. Please prepare next week’s reading and email (y/n) if you have any questions.” (Y/n) started packing the professor’s documents and notes, following him out of the classroom with hurried steps. He kept typing away on his phone, barely sparing attention to the students they walked past, too focused on whatever was keeping him busy.

“I know we were supposed to put together next week's lecture, but I got called in for a meeting at the BAU. But if you have enough time I can take you with me and we’ll get to work once the meeting is over.” (Y/n) couldn’t help but excitedly chuckle, giving in way too quickly. She had wanted to visit the BAU ever since meeting the professor, wondering where he was spending his time when he wasn’t around her.

(Y/n) allowed herself to take in his frame as he drove them through the dark city, too concentrated to notice her wandering gaze. With every passing week she grew bolder, no longer caring about the curious glance he’d shoot her when he noticed her staring, no longer caring about the smirk tugging on his lips whenever he returned the curious gazes.

“It shouldn’t take long, you can wait in my office.” (Y/n) followed the man through the office building, into the elevator and finally towards his work space. She found a few faces she recognised from the pictures professor Hotchner had hung up in his office, finally able to connect the stories he’d share to the ones that had experienced them with him. “(Y/n), this is Emily Prentiss, please feel free to find her if you need anything. My office is right up there.”

He shot her one last smile before he disappeared down the hallway, leaving (y/n) alone with the ones that took in her frame with curious glances. A nervous “Hello” rumbled through her, looking towards Emily for help, hoping that the woman would help her navigate around the unfamiliar surroundings.

One by one the team members introduced themselves to (y/n), making her feel more at ease with every passing second. Slowly she grew more relaxed around the new faces, sharing a few details about herself, her work as professor Hotchner’s TA – smiling at their chuckles as she called him professor – and answering a few questions about his lectures.

“I should probably start on my tasks, but it was nice to finally meet you all.” (Y/n) slowly pulled away from the team, moving towards the professor’s office with a smile etched onto her lips. It had been a long day so far, tiredness lingered inside her system, but the team had managed to distract her at least for a few minutes, feeling at ease even though she’d have to push through some more course work.

Time kept passing by as (y/n) went through her tasks, yawning whenever another wave of tiredness flushed through her, hoping that the professor would find his way back to her soon. His office awfully reminded her of his office at the university, and yet it had somewhat of a homey feel to it, a more personal touch she loved to see.

(Y/n) could only imagine how the professor’s life looked like outside of his work, the things he’d do on free weekends, who he’d meet up with and where he’d go. She longed to experience him like that – carefree, without the frown etched onto his features.

***

“(Y/n)?” A soft voice called her name, forcing her to wake with a small gasp. Her eyes shot open, finding a pair of dark ones studying her frame. It took her a few moments to remember where she was, the unfamiliar surroundings and the all too comfortable couch she had been sleeping on.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry.” An amused chuckle rumbled through the professor as he let go of her shoulder, only to sit down next to her. No longer was he wearing his suit jacket nor his tie, he had the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, exposing parts of his muscular forearms.

“Don’t apologise, I’m sorry for leaving you alone for so long, it took longer than expected.” An exhausted huff left the man who was still looking at her, making her awfully aware of his closeness. Her limbs were tingling, forcing her to give into the pull she felt, straightening her posture, only to end up with her leg pressed against his. “It’s late, we can go through the lecture tomorrow if you want.”

“Are you sure? I know how busy your schedule is on Wednesday, professor.” A yawn rumbled through (y/n), followed by a sheepish chuckle rumbling through her. She was too tired to notice the amused gaze he was shooting her, big hand cupping her warm cheek before she could move away. Energy buzzed through (y/n)’s system, the unfamiliar touch was alighting a fire inside of her, fighting against the ever growing tiredness.

“Please, Aaron’s just fine and as much as I want to keep you around, you need your sleep.” He murmured the words, thumb stroking her skin. If she hadn’t been as tired, (y/n) probably would have frozen, unsure how to react to his words, but now she only leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering close once again. His thumb stroked along her lower lip, feeling the marks her teeth had left behind on the skin, and all (y/n) could do in her tired state was hope that he’d give in and close the small distance between them.

The world around her could end, burn to the ground like Troy had, infiltrated by enemy forces, and yet (y/n) wouldn’t dare to run, one with the growing heat that would melt her skin. Nothing would ever be strong enough to free her from the grasp the professor had on her body and soul, captured by every part of his scheme like the pirate Lykabas had taken over Akoites ship.

“Hotch.” Emily’s voice echoed through the night, forcing him to let go of (y/n), calling out a soft “Come in”. (Y/n) watched them with curious eyes, barely able to listen to the words they exchanged, mind still occupied with the thought of Aaron moving closer, about to kiss her.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” Emily hurriedly left the office, forcing (y/n) to focus on the professor once again. “We have a new case. One of the agents will drive you home, I’ll call you once we’re back.” He squeezed her hand, forcing her to stand up with him, watching the man with tired eyes.

And with a small “Be careful” murmured his way, the two parted ways.

***

It took Aaron four days to make it back home, texting (y/n) small updates every now and then. Heat filled her whenever his messages found her, forcing a smile to widen on her lips.

“Come in, please.” The professor had called her on his way home, inviting (y/n) over to finally work on their to-do list together. It was the first time he had invited her over, somehow making her feel awfully nervous with her new surroundings. “Jack’s still with Jessica, but I was ordered to tell you that he misses you.”

“Please hug him tightly and tell him I miss him too.” (Y/n) had met Aaron’s son a couple of times, taking care of him whenever his father had been called in for sudden meetings or when Jessica didn’t have any time. An almost unfamiliar warmth filled her system at the thought of Jack missing her, hoping that she’d soon be able to spend time with him again.

“Will do, do you want anything to drink?” The sun was about to set, drenching the kitchen in a deep orange, alighting Aaron’s calm features. He had something awfully intriguing to him, a need to uncover the thoughts racing through his mind filled (y/n), a need she had to push away before it could consume every part of her body.

“Water’s fine, thank you.” She followed him around, taking the water with a grateful smile before he led her to his office. And even though (y/n) found herself distracted by his shelves filled with books she wanted to explore, the pictures hung up on the walls, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel excited about being around the professor once again.

Aaron started going through their list, asking questions here and there, clearly valuing her thoughts and opinions. But all (y/n)’s mind could think of was the way he had touched her back at the BAU, how he had caressed her skin, moving closer so that she could feel his warmth radiating off him.

“All there’s left to do is upload the scan, I will do that tomorrow morning.” (Y/n) murmured, scribbling down her notes as he closed his laptop. For a few moments they were engulfed by nothing but silence, a calming silence her heart clung to, appreciating the moments they spent together. Aaron was already looking at her when she lifted her gaze, taking in the small smile he wore on his thin lips. “But I don’t want to take up any more of your time, you must be exhausted.”

“You don’t need to leave just yet, you can stay for dinner, if you want.” His voice didn’t carry much strength – as if he was scared of her rejection, wondering if he was making her feel uncomfortable with his offer, and yet all she could do was smile, giving in once again.

The two made some smalltalk as Aaron got to cooking, telling her about his case, the things he picked up on and what they should highlight for their students. All while she was sitting on his kitchen island, not allowed to help even though she had offered to take over a handful of times. (Y/n) enjoyed seeing him this relaxed, like a new version of a character she was getting to know, desperate to uncover what the author had kept hidden from her till now. A certain kind of curiosity that could get her killed, if she wasn’t careful.

“Here, try this.” He moved closer with a spoon, resting between her thighs as he watched her taste the sauce. Their eyes didn’t break contact once, giving the gesture an awfully intimate touch to it. The professor didn’t move from (y/n), not as she praised his cooking, not as he placed the spoon down, gaze flickering back to her lips and up to her eyes.

With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) felt him move closer, slow enough to give her enough time to stop him should she want him to – not like she’d ever dare to. His warm hand found its way to her cheek, momentarily making her feel as if she was stuck in a deja-vu, eyes fluttering close to give into the soft kiss.

A kiss like this one was something she had always imagined experiencing, soft without any rush, though with enough pressure to reassure her that this wasn’t just a dream. This was very much real, allowing her to live through something she had been praying for to happen. Aaron didn’t let go of her, keeping her close as his free hand found her neck, trying to move her even closer towards him.

They parted with a deep sigh, desperate for air to fill their aching lungs, and yet cursing their bodies for interrupting this intimate moment. For a few moments all they did was look at one another, taking in their slightly swollen lips and wide eyes, before a chuckle rumbled through him, kissing her once again.

“Let’s get some food into your system before I tire you out.”

***

“Fuck, look at you, so greedy for me.” (Y/n) was kneeling on the floor of his bedroom, staring at the professor with wide eyes. She wasn’t wearing anything but her panties, lips parted for his cock, ready to swallow as much of him as she could take.

After trying to eat some of their food, she had found herself pressed against his chest, kissing him breathless as he carried her into his bedroom, not daring to let go of her. Even though he had asked her a few times if she truly wanted this, (y/n) still had a hard time processing that this was about to happen, that she finally got to touch the man she had been longing for.

A moan rumbled through Aaron as she swallowed around his cock, gagging the second he reached the back of her throat. Her glassy eyes didn’t dare leave his pleasure-drunken features, staring at him as if he was explaining the secrets of their world to her. He held a dark magic over her, a spell guiding her through the uneasy paths he was leading her on.

With his hand placed on the back of her head, he guided the bobbing motion of her head, forcing her to take more of him with every movement. Tears dripped from her eyes, a sight that left the tall man groaning, high on her. He was corrupting her, blemishing her body and soul, but neither the professor nor (y/n) dared to part from one another. They had tasted the forbidden fruit, finding comfort in the wrongs they were doing, in the laws they were breaking.

“Atta girl, doing so well for me.” Her trembling hands pumped the parts her mouth had a hard time reaching, tracing the pulsing veins, tasting his precum on her rough tongue. God, she never wanted this moment to end, wanting to pleasure him till she’d pass out from her lack of air. It felt like she had been made for him, for him only.

She felt him twitch in her mouth, about to release himself in her mouth, painting her warm cheeks white with his cum. (Y/n) kept bobbing her head, not daring to slow down as he teetered on the brink of the abyss, about to be consumed by his orgasm. But Aaron pulled away seconds before his release could rock through him, wanting to feel her tightness wrapped around him.

“Onto the bed, spread your legs for me.” The authoritative tone of his voice made her walls clench around nothing, desperate to be filled by him. (Y/n) wordlessly followed his command, resting on his comfortable mattress, allowing him to pull her panties down her legs, groaning at the sight of her cunt. She was dripping for him, body clearly calling out to the man, begging him to give in.

Aaron’s thumb found her clit, circling the bundle of nerves a few times before he reached for a condom, rolling it down on his cock. Their eyes searched one another as he aligned himself with her entrance, slowly pushing into her. They moaned in unison, needing to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation, already high on the feeling of one another. Both were addicted, and would forever be haunted by this very moment, not daring to leave their minds.

“Don’t stop, fuck, please.” (Y/n) barely spared her words a thought, not wasting her energy on the things she spoke, could only focus on the feeling of his cock nudging her swollen spot with every ferocious thrust. No longer was he taking his time, allowing her to get used to his size, no, by now Aaron was set on leaving marks on her body, marks left behind like presents for her to unwrap in the upcoming days.

Soft praises rumbled through him, slowly losing himself in the emotions thumping through his veins, guiding him closer to the high he had almost given into minutes ago. He kept circling her bundle of nerves with one hand, while the other found her throat, lightly squeezing. Her wide eyes stayed focused on his features, moaning for the professor and the possessive grasp he had on her.

Her walls fluttered around his cock, soon she’d give in, letting go for the man that had claimed her months ago. He made her feel things one could only dream of, marvelling at her as if she was some ancient goddess no other human being had ever laid eyes on.

(Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close as her orgasm rocked through her, choking on his name. Aaron kept fucking her through her high, not daring to let go before she slowly relaxed beneath him. He followed her down the edge a few moments later, releasing himself into the condom with a soft groan rumbling through his fleshcage.

“This was much better than in my dreams.” (Y/n) mumbled against his lips, chuckling as he pinched her side, trying to get used to feeling her this close. A breathless kiss was shared between them before Aaron slowly let go, staring down on her for a moment or two.

“Trust me, I dreamt about this numerous times, but nothing will feel as good as the real you.”

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