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[f10werfae]

No Panties Indoors

pairing: Lumberjack!Husband!Henry Cavill X Wife!Reader

summary: Housewife Y/n can’t help but find her wild husband extremely sexy while he’s fixing another one of his projects (Major Dom possessive Henry)(requested by anon)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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Y/n gushed happily watching her husband Henry, fix up the treehouse in their backyard. His blue vest not doing anything to hide his big burly arms, which he used to constantly man handle his wife into the most compromising positions. In his head he was just, “Makin a little baby for us” claiming that’s all Y/n really needed.

It had only been weeks since Henry had convinced Y/n that her friends had been no good for her, ever since they made her think that she needed to use makeup. And to think they nearly convinced her to shave her bush, which Henry was not the happiest about. Since then the possessive bear of a man had kept Y/n cooped up in their secluded cabin in the woods, his arms never leaving her body unless absolutely necessary.

“You just gon’ stare at me all day bun?” Henry smirked breaking Y/n’s train of thought, his hands going around her waist to land on her ass, using his strength to push her against him. “Didn’t mean to, jus thought you looked pretty” Y/n smiled, looking up with stars in her eyes, and she just couldn’t help but squeal when she felt him grope her ass. To the rest of the town that action may seem extremely lewd, but that was simply the couple’s way of showing affection.

“Pretty huh? Ya know what else is pretty? My sugar’s sweet gorgeous pussy” He whispered into her ear, his hand going from her rear to under the skirt of her summer dress. “Bearrr” Y/n whined holding onto his thick wrist, his fingers pressing on her button lightly.

“Jus’ checkin my woman’s followin the rules, can’t be too careful” Henry winked, rubbing three slow circles onto her clit before pulling his hands out, holding her eyes as he licked the slickness which had already collected onto his thumb. “See! I told you I follow the rules, no panties in the house” Y/n scoffed walking away, Henry’s eyes trained on her beautiful figure as she walked away to presumably start on supper; all Henry could think to himself was ‘How did I convince a woman like that to elope with me?’

Once Y/n saw that Henry was back to work on his treehouse, she resumed her place on the seat by the massive window, if Henry looked at her direction he’d be able to see her as clear as day. In fact when he was busy chopping wood, he’d ask her to sit there so he could just look at her every few minutes. Saying that he needed his sweet sugar or else he’d go through major withdrawals and who was she to deny her husband, the man who was now providing for her.

Y/n watched as Henry wiped the sweat from his forehead, his skin showing a shiny sliver of a tan from working all day long, in truth Y/n had missed the clinginess of the animal she called her beloved husband. Propping up her legs wide open to face the window, the heat of the sun hitting her exposed pussy. Y/n slid her hand down, feeling the wetness start to leak onto the soft cushions, a pout in her face knowing Henry wouldn’t finish until he was done.

She gasped as two of her fingers found her sensitive button, trying to imitate Henrys actions from earlier, but of course nothing compared to his calloused thick fingers. Throwing her head back she let her fingers slip through her folds, soft whimpers leaving her as she reached her slicked up hole, her fingers taunting the opening.

“Fuckin’ hell sugar, you can’t even pleasure yourself like I do, pathetic. Come out ‘ere and i’ll sort you out lovely” Henry said knocking on the plane glass window, Y/n immediately closing her legs in shock and pouting once she saw Henry now up close to the glass and smirking at her.

“Mhm don’t wanna interrupt, you seem busy, and if you don’t finish then you’ll take longer to come insidee” Y/n said shaking her head defiantly, rushing out the backdoor when she saw Henry tilt his head, his jaw tightened and his eyes now glaring. “i’m finished sugar”

“C-coming!” Y/n shouted rushing out to put on her new branded slippers he had bought her, only for her body to smash into his chest suddenly. “Damn right you are woman, n’ maybe we can get started on that baby you want so badly” Henry grumbled interlacing their fingers together, her giant golden wedding ring spitting lights all over the dark fence.

“wait… really?!” Y/n beamed naively letting him lead her into his treehouse, but then again, what sort of treehouse had he really built?

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[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

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A/n: Oh-my-god, I am so sorry for the major delay! Trust me, I was in the middle of writing the chapter the same day I said I would post it, but being a mom is super-duper busy and they will always come first and I completely forgot to post the chapter, but here it is FINALLY.. My twins are now 3 so they’re acting like teenagers, but toddler form; super bossy, extremely demanding, always and I MEAN always keeping me on my feet. Plus, I had to re-write it as I didn’t like how the first attempt at chapter 14 sounded 😮‍💨 Anyways, I barely have time to write, but when I can, I hope you all enjoy it. I hope this chapter is up to your liking! More chapters are still on the way, A LOT MORE. Keep in mind, the Billy scene in previous chapters and this scene is my first time writing smut/smut related things… 😓😓😓 Lastly, Thank You ALL so much for getting me to 405 followers! I’m in disbelief 🫢💜

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Chapter 14

Gulping, you shakily took the phone off the counter, hanging it up and unplugged it from the wall, making sure no calls would come through anymore that night for her sake.

Looking over, you saw Sidney gripping at her brown hair, pulling it in every direction, her jaw clenched, yet, her teeth chattering; she wanted to scream, shout and cry, but couldn’t. Her pale features now a rouge from both exhaustion and terror. Her sanity seemed to slip away bit-by-bit each time Ghostface would call; preying on her, taunting her, humiliating her.

“What, what!?” Dewey came running from his room, waving a gun around in his white t-shirt and blue and white striped boxers.

Tatum tsk-ed at her brother’s tardiness, pushing passed him to follow Sidney.

You rubbed the nape of your neck, placing your other hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Next time.. maybe be a little quicker.” You laughed, half-heartedly, trying to make light of the situation, seeing how confused Dewey seemed to be.

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“(Y/n) (L/n) and Sidney Prescott who were both…”

Before the news reporter finished his sentence, Dewey shut the tv off, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table, sitting down.

“Billy was released.”

Your ears perked at the sound, relief washing over.

Sidney’s eyes lit up, but she still clearly had her doubts.

“His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls..” Dewey stated, grabbing a carton of milk before pouring some of it into his coffee. “We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey finished, taking a long gulp of his un-sweetened drink before continuing. “(Y/n), Sidney..” He eyed both of you, “Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced, it’s going to take some time, but we’ll find him.”

Tatum nudged you and smiled at Sidney.

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Dewey pulled into the school lot with ease, parallel parking at the curb.

He got out and opened the door for you and Sidney.

You smiled at him, thanking him quietly, and he tilted his hat at you as Sidney got out next.

However, your smile quickly faded, seeing a reporter running towards your side; most likely to ambush both you and Sidney about what happened.

“(Y/n) how does it feel to know the murderer is lusting after you and nearly butchering your friends? Do you know who the killer is, are you a part of his twisted game?” A red head asked, shoving a mic at you, accusing you of being his partner-in-crime.

You scoffed, irritated, but somehow calm, honoured that she knows the killer wants you.

“What about you, Sidney? How does it feel to be almost brutally killed?”

Sidney bit her lip, already wanting to cry.

Dewey stepped in front, shoving the reporter away.

“Hey, leave them alone!” He shouted, towering over the petite woman.

She stumbled back, but wasn’t giving up.

“People want to know. They have a right to know!”

You, Tatum and Sidney bolted, getting away from all the interrogations this woman was sure to have up her sleeves.

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You were pressed against a locker; your mid back arched causing your torso to move forward; and your arms folded, pushing your breasts together, making them pop out.

“This is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here…” Sidney huffed, grabbing her books and slamming her locker door shut.

You sighed, plopping a sucker in your mouth; twirling the red treat around your tongue, pursing your lips tightly around it and without meaning to, your eyes landed on Stu who was already watching you.

You blushed and he smirked, liking how you looked with your mouth full.

“I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?” Tatum spoke and Sidney nodded.

“Hey, Stu, I haven’t seen Billy around… is he really pissed?”

Stu tore his gaze from you, looking at Sidney.

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman?”

You shoved Stu slightly, giving him a glare.

He winced, “No, his heart’s broken—“

Suddenly a scream was heard and the four of you looked into the direction it came from, spotting a student running down the hall dressed as Ghostface.

You blushed again, seeing the full cloaked figure and that ghostly-white mask again.

‘Fuck, that’s hot.’ You smirked slightly, turning your head to the side, trying to subtly check out the student who’s dressed up like the murderer, you let out a quiet “Mmph” squeezing your thighs together.

Unbeknownst to you, Stu heard your moan, and knew exactly what you were doing with your thighs. Luckily, the others did not, but he is so glad that he did. He can smell the hormones leaking off of you; they were practically oozing with want for the cloaked-killer.

He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney spoke, watching the student run away.

Stu, glanced at you, “Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Christmas!” He laughed, a devious smirk prying at his lips as the comment was directed at you. You were his Christmas, knowing the woman he wants is full blown horny for him, for Ghostface.

Tatum huffed, hitting him with the lollipop you had given her prior, “Stupidity leak.”

“Hey!” Stu shrieked, immediately looking at his girlfriend, while the school bell blared, signalling the start of class and students were quick to get going.

Sidney ran down the hall, upset at Stu’s comment and Tatum ran after her. You sighed, looking down, picking up your bag in the process. You went to go wave ‘bye’ to Stu, but he vanished.

“Huh?” You mumbled out loud, seeing how he was gone and so was every other student that was there nearly two minutes ago. “That’s my cue…”

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Tapping your fingers against your hip, you hummed to the tune of ‘Your Dead’ by Norma Tanega.

You stopped in front of the janitors closest to reach for your Walkman that was in your bag, wanting to blare the song in your ears, hoping that actually listening to the catchy tune would make it stop repeating itself inside your head.

Though, the universe had other plans…

You felt the door swing open, hitting you, knocking you out of the way, making you drop your only source of music.

Soon after, a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the closet.

A scream hitched in your throat as the unknown figure flicked the light on, revealing who the culprit was…Stu.

“Stu, what the actual fuck was that for!?” You narrowed your eyes, clenching your fist, ready to punch him out of fear.

He laughed, but soon afterwards told you to be quiet, locking the door behind him as he stepped forward.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” He whisper-yelled, getting closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your arms.

He was a good two-to-three feet taller than you.

“I saw you, you know…” He bit his lip again, rolling the flesh with his teeth, gripping your arms tighter.

You looked up at him, confused, not sure what he meant, however, a part of you knew where this might be going.

“The way your face went red, how you rubbed your thighs together..” He taunted, poking your nose, “Let’s not forget that sweet-little moan you let out when you saw that student…” He leaned into the crease of your collarbone, nipping at the skin, the coolness of his lips penetrating your warmth.

Your face was hot with yearn, but also embarrassment. “The student who was dressed as the Woodsboro slasher…” He grinned, feeling you shiver at his touch.

“W-what—“ You began, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about; ashamed that you were caught. You were quickly silenced by Stu pressing his lips against yours, his bulge pushing up against your side.

His fingers danced across your arms to the string of your grey tank top, ripping it from your body with force as the sound of the thin material shredding lingered in your ears. Fortunately for Stu, you didn’t have a bra on…

Your breasts jiggled from the impact, bouncing in place which caused a small guttural growl to emit from Stu’s throat.

Stu immediately grabbed your boob in his right hand, rubbing his thumb across the perky bud, while his other hand gripped at your bare side, his fingers digging into your ribs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the finger prints you already had bruised into your skin. They almost lined up with his own marks, but his were slightly bigger. Stu only quirked a brow, continuing to fondle your breast, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking.

Stu trembled at the thought of someone else having you, but he was sure to find out who and kill him.

“M-mm..” You let out a breathy moan, making Stu lose track of his thoughts,“But T-Tatum—“ you stuttered, holding back another sound as he slid his hand into your shorts, rubbing your clit through the silk of your panties.

He hooked his finger under the band, pulling you even closer, his forehead pressing up against your own.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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[thatone-brightstar]

Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (6/6)

a/n: first of all, happy international chef's day! second, i got my internet conection back and that's worth celebrating with the last part of this hot as hell seriessss. you can totally tell i love carmy in uniform lmao

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Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m receiving), knifeplay, spit kink, knife play, fingering,

V is for: Visuals.

‘-the time difference is kicking my ass.’ He heard your tired whisper through the speaker and sighed along with you while taking a drag from his cig. ‘I really miss you…’ You confessed even more softly, pulling a smile over his own tired face.

‘I really miss you too.’ He mumbled back and despite being completely alone, his face still flared up at the confession.

You hummed along with his response, then after a few silent seconds you asked: ‘what do you miss about me?’

Carmy chuckled nervously and ran his hand down his face, falling back against the kitchen counter..

‘I miss… your pretty face’ He began and closed his eyes to picture you on the other side of the phone; probably in your pajamas, biting on your bottom lip and trying to avoid the goofy smile his response caused. ‘I miss kissing you…’

‘Hmm… what else?’ You breathed out that made him swallow hard and stir his hips.

He couldn’t think of what else to say, he was shit at normal conversation and now the idea of phone sex had erased the words from his brain.

You were quiet on the other line for a while and he was almost sure you had fallen asleep, until he heard movement and a heavy sigh. 

Then his phone vibrated near his cheek and your voice whispered sweetly. ‘Does that help?’

His heart stopped at the sight of your full breasts on display and the rest of your body barely covered by the hotel robe, then his blood traveled south to the forming tent in his pants. 

‘What else do you miss, Carmy?’ 

W is for: Whites.

‘Ready to go?’ You called, walking in from the back door and immediately stopping in your tracks.

Carmen stood leaning tiredly against the marble bar, hair disheveled and chef white sleeves rolled up to his forearms, letting the designs on his skin peek from under. Despite the fatigue evident on his face, he still offered a loving smile towards you.

‘’M just checkin’ produce for tomorrow. Ten more minutes?’ He asked and reached a strong hand in your direction.

All you could do was nod and swallow the sudden dryness that invaded your mouth at the sight of him. He gave you a quick kiss and moved back to the scribbled pages.

You hopped on the empty space beside him and took a quick look around the empty room, then bit your lip and stared back at him through doe eyes. You’d seen him many times before in his chef whites, but something about the concentration in his eyes and the flexing of muscle under the material had you completely soaked, and the thin material of your skirt wasn’t helping.

He felt your intense gaze and flickered his eyes around your face, landing on your lips. ‘What?’ He asked.

You bit your lip and watched him swallow hard, taking the bait. ‘You look really fuckin’ hot right now…’

Carmy chuckled softly and shook his head. ‘What’s doin’ it for ya? The smell of onions or the Hollandaise stains?’

Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the still pristine uniform and pulled timidly, eyes heavy on his.

‘...really?’ He asked again in disbelief and planted a hand near your naked thigh, leaning towards you.

You shrugged and parted your thighs where his hips fit perfectly, then threaded your fingers through his hair and watched him close his eyes, slightly groaning. ‘I like a man in uniform…’

X is for: ‘X marks the spot’

With your hands resting under your cheek and your chest flat on the bed, you could feel the line of goosebumps follow the soft graze of Carmen’s lips. They had started at your shoulder blades- pulling soft breathy giggles from your flushing chest- then down your spine, where they met his strong hands holding your waist.

‘Is it there?’ He asked for the fifth time, though you wondered if he was enjoying the search more than actually trying to find your sweet spot.

A soft whine came out when one hand curved past your hip, in between the valley of your ass and to the spot he knew would certainly bring you bliss.

‘No cheating…’ You mumbled back between a moan and the disheveled sheets, making him chuckle again.

You felt his hand move back to your hip bone and his body hover over yours before the warmth of his chest pressed against your back. Dexterous fingers ran through your scalp and the sultry kiss he placed at the base of your neck was enough for your nerves to spark alight and your hips to push back against him.

‘Found it…’ He joked, warm breath caressed your ear and another kiss had your eyes rolling back.

Y is for: ‘Yes, Chef’

‘Say it again-’ He instructed through a heavy breath and a jerk of his hips that had the words turning into a scrambled groan. 

You clawed against the cold counter hoping to find something to hold on to because fuck, he was making you feel so good you thought you might float away. Carmy raked his nails through your messy hair and pulled you up with a firm but gentle grip. 

‘C’mon pretty girl- you were so fuckin’ bold hours ago, what happened?’ You could hear the satisfaction in his words.

He stopped his thrusts long enough to give your lungs a needed breath, only to pull your knee up on the counter and bury into you at a deeper angle. The new sensation pulled a squeal from your throat and your head fell back against his strong shoulders.

‘You still gonna talk back in front of everybody?’ He sneered again and wrapped another hand over your swollen cunt. 

All you could do was shake your head.

‘You gonna be good from now on?’ Carmen asked while his fingers began circular motions.

‘Yes…’ You moaned a little too loud and his fingers sped up.

‘Yes what?’ He asked again and softly pressed the sides of your neck until your eyes rolled back and your breasts raised with your struggling pants. 

Z is for: Zesty.

With Carmy, it was always like the first time. There was never a moment where he was too tired, or too busy, or too in his head that having you bouncing on his cock couldn’t fix. The simple idea that you were his filled him with a new fervor, a fresh wave of energy that had his hands groping at your ass and pulling you up as he stood from the old chair. 

You squealed in surprise and circled your thighs tightly around his hips, then heard the sound of everything on the desk falling heavily on the ground before the cold wood touched your skin. His lips latched onto yours as he continued his frantic movements, on hand on your head to avoid you bumping against the top shelf while the other rested on your cheek.

When he pulled away, his eyes were wild and glossy, even in the dim light you could spot the silhouette of your flushed face.

‘Tell me you’re mine.’ He muttered between peppered kisses that made you heave and smile.  

‘I’m a-all yours baby-’ Carmy’s smile grew at your immediate answer, thrusting even deeper into the spot that caused lightning bolts to course through your spine.

‘All mine…’ He muttered as he settled your back over the desk and pushed your legs up to your chest. ‘All mine.’

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What Was I Made For?

Part 2

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Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: FLUFFY FLUFF, Joel is very soft and deserves softness, slight angst if you squint?, yearning, “first date jitters”, a smooch!! Honestly that’s kind of it, nothing wild happens in this. As always, let me know if I missed something 🫶🏻

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Chapter Summary: Since your recovery, you’ve settle into town and your routine nicely. Tommy sets you up with a job at the stables caring for the horses after their morning patrol, where you regularly see Joel. The two of you spend a lot of time together and Ellie has noticed. Joel asks if you’ve ever ridden a horse before, and upon discovering you haven’t, asks you take you on a horseback ride.

A/N: I had to rewrite parts of this, sit and contemplate, daydream, etc until I was finally somewhat satisfied with what I wanted to do in this chapter. So if it’s seems kinda clunky I apologize lol. I’m planning to make this a three parter so we’ll get to the fun in the next part! I can’t make promises on when since a lot of my writing is very dependent on my mood and how creative I feel. But I’ve also started my Death Worker apprenticeship and it gives me enough homework to space out for the month, so I have to keep balance! I hope yall enjoy this little installment. It’s a special little project for me, I just want Joel to be happy and to have someone that brings out his ability and need to process his grief.

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Joel continued to visit you as you recovered, bringing you some of your meals and discussing the books you shared interest in. Sometimes you’d share moments of vulnerability with him when you spoke of your past, and he’d do the same. He was guarded over some parts, but you understood. It can be terrifying to share that much about oneself.

You offered him a kind of softness and compassion he hadn’t come across in a very long time. That’s not to say he hadn’t, Tess was compassionate in her own ways, albeit her tough exterior, and he had immense respect for that.

He wasn’t used to it and at times he’d find himself questioning if he’s too harsh around the edges. But you never withdrew from him, you welcomed him with a warm smile everyday. You displayed a genuine interest in his company, it had become a comfort for you. Inadvertently, it had become a comfort for him as well. A balm for his aches that he didn’t know he needed.

Ellie had started to notice the times he had been absent, usually after his morning patrol.

“I haven’t seen a lot of you lately,” Ellie noted as she takes another bite into her breakfast. Joel leans against the counter with his coffee mug and takes a sip before replying, “when I’m not doing patrol I’ve been checking on that woman I told you ‘bout.”

“Oh?” Ellie’s face brightens, the corners of her lips turning upward into a mischievous grin. “You got a girlfriend now, old man?”

Joel shoots a glare back at her, “no.” It doesn’t deter her and she smirks, “if you have to deny it like that then she probably is.” He releases an exasperated huff before taking another sip from his mug, “I’ve just been checkin’ on her. That’s all.”

“Whatever you say,” Ellie stands from her place at the table and walks to the sink beside him to deposit her dishes. Joel gives her shoulder a pat and squeezes with his free hand, she returns the gesture by placing her hand on his and squeezing back.

She heads for the door and turns back to him as she opens it and calls out, “it’d probably do you some good!” Shooting him finger guns as she backs out, he rolls his eyes.

Eventually, you’d meet her and her unending curiosity. Ellie wanted to figure out what drew Joel to you. Eating meals with her and Joel was refreshing, allowing you that feeling of belonging in this world again. Ellie was a firecracker with the mouth of a sailor and you grew to adore her all the same. She enjoyed your company and sensitivity towards her and her interests.

Your recovery was swift, you were in good hands with the town’s doctor. Upon the day she cleared you with a clean bill of health, Joel’s brother Tommy and his wife Maria helped set you up in one of the houses in town. The house was currently being used by a few other unrelated individuals, basically creating a roommate situation. You didn’t mind at all, you were immensely grateful. This was far better than your situation back in your previous QZ.

They took time to show you around town, showing you where everyone meets up to eat in town. Various “shops” in town, trading was “currency” of course. They helped you aquire you some new clothes and essentials

Tommy suggested bringing you on to work in the stables in the mornings, helping care for the horses when they returned from that shift of patrol. After getting to know you and what he’d been told by Joel, he felt that your delicate touch was just what was needed to care for the horses. He also knew how therapeutic it could be to be with them.

His suggestion was met by an immediate ‘yes’ by you. You were mostly excited to start doing your part. You had never worked with horses before but you were sure you’d get a hang of it in due time.

Horses are gentle creatures, you remember hearing of forms of therapy done alongside them from the days before. You could see why, they were calm for the most part. You had slightly worried about being intimidated by them but that subsided when you were introduced to them.

The stable-hands you worked alongside were thorough and patient when they trained you. Teaching you how to feed, brush and even untack the horses upon their returns. You got along with them quickly and with ease. It had been too long since you’d been able to give love and care to an animal.

Being in this position also meant seeing Joel very regularly. Whether that was on purpose by Tommy or not, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t mind, you treasured your bond you’d created with him in such a short amount of time. It had also been too long since you felt connected to another human being.

When he’d return from patrol, you’d welcome him back as you helped him remove the saddle from his horse, Old Beardy, a beautiful and well mannered horse. He’d stick around to chat about what he’d seen that morning as he helped brush his coat as you fed him. When the horse would nicker at you and nudge you with his snout, you’d return the gesture with affectionate scratches and cooing.

Joel would watch you in admiration, an old and almost unfamiliar feeling that had been simmering under the service had started to take root. Everyday it sprouts new leaves and blossoms. Although it was undeniable, he’d been afraid to name it. A while ago he had told himself he can’t let “someone like himself”, rough edges and all, dim your light. He had only recently begun to explore what it meant to be a father again, he wasn’t sure if he was fit to re-explore having something more with you.

He was scared that he would hurt whatever he touched. That he would fail to protect, again.

You, on the other hand, are aware of the crush you’ve been harboring. Although there was that little, nagging voice in your head that would ask how someone as independent and strong as Joel could have those kinds of feelings for you.

You’d sometimes catch the way he looks at you when you’re focused on your work in the stables. Or the warmth he regards you with compared to others. You weren’t sure if he returned your feelings exactly, but you’d caught on to small gestures of his.

It was hard to deny the way your heart sped up in your chest when you’d greet him in the mornings. How it felt to have his eyes on you, his undivided attention. Sometimes guiding you by the small of your back when he walked with you through town, on the way back from the stables or your meals.

But how does one court another in an apocalypse?

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“Mornin’, Joel,” you turn to see Joel returning Beardy to his stall, back from his morning shift.

He returns your greeting with nod and a smile as he begins to remove the horse's saddle, “Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You turn back to your task of cleaning your brush, hiding how you fight back against a grin that twists your lips and the warmth spreading across your cheeks.

You finish up and join Joel at his side, handing him a brush. He takes it from your hand, brushing his against yours in the process. Beardy turns his head towards you and bumps his nose against your arm, he knows what time it is. With a loving roll of your eyes, you remove an apple from the apron you wore, “Yeah yeah boy, I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

Joel truly admires the way you interact with the horses. You move around them with confidence and intention, he’s pleased to see his idea of suggesting this job for you to Tommy seemed to really suit you. You’ve really come out of your shell since your recovery. You were very thoughtful and attentive to the horses you worked with daily.

“I haven’t thought to ask ‘til just now,” Joel begins as he works to brush the horse's shoulder. “Have you ever ridden one?”

You snicker, “ironically, no. I’ve somehow come this far in life without the privilege.”

Joel is almost surprised, people are typically kind of afraid of the animal at first. You acted as if you’d always been around them.

Joel fights to look neutral as he offers, “I could….take you on a ride…”

He pauses and you glance at each other quickly as he almost nervously adds, “I mean, if you want.” To not seem overly dependent on your answer, he gives an indifferent shrug, but the smile behind his gesture betrays him.

With an excited sparkle in your eye, you perk up and smile, “Really? When?” You never shy away from showing your emotions or how eager you are. He also appreciates that about you, it’s helped provide some kind of a balance in his life. Regular connection with someone in touch with their emotions he finds safety and refuge in. “Emotion” is something he just only shows to a select few.

“How about this next day off?”

“You mean it?”

“When have I ever not meant what I said, sweetheart?” He flashes a smug grin and you shake your head with a chuckle.

“That’s very true. In that case, I’d love to.”

Joel finishes his brushing and sets the tool aside on a hook, “Alright, I’ll be at your house first thing in the morning? Before sunrise, I think you’d like seein’ that.”

You remove your apron and hang it, adjusting your coat as you do. You walk up to him and state, “It’s a date.”

He’s caught off guard and slightly frowns, not in disagreement but having trouble processing what you just said. A date.

You frown back and a sinking feeling almost lands in your abdomen, then his lips curve into a smile. A warm, humored one.

“It’s a date.”

Relief washes over you in the form of a big grin you can’t seem to fight off anymore, biting your bottom lip. He tosses you a wink before turning to leave the stables.

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Maybe calling it a date wasn’t such a good idea, because it’s added much more pressure than you’d originally intended. You don’t date in this kind of world, do you?

You’ve spent a good 30 minutes bouncing back and forth between outfit choices, the very few you own. Pieces that are more about durability and appropriate for weather and not so much…attractiveness. But you wanted to at least try.

One of your roommates, Lisa, passes by your door on the way back from the bathroom you share, noticing you fidgeting at your outfit.

“You’re up early,” she takes notice, she herself is getting ready for her own morning shift. It’s your day off and unusually early for you to be up and about.

Her voice startles you and you turn to greet her, “Morning, Lisa.”

“Morning! You got something goin’ on today?”

“Yes, uh…” you become flustered as heat threatens to take over your face. “I’m going on a horseback ride with Joel.”

Her face lights up, “are you finally going on a date with grumpy Joel?”

“You really shouldn’t call him that. And yes? No? Maybe? What do you mean ‘finally’?”

She smiles knowingly and folds her arms across her chest, “I don’t know, it’s not like you spend most of your free time with him. On top of time you get to see him when you’re working.”

“Is that….bad?”

“Not at all, girl. I just think it’s about damn time.”

You blow a raspberry at her and chuckle as you make final touches on your outfit, she mimics you and taps your shoulder with the knuckles of her fist, “you look good, stop worrying.”

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Joel approaches the door to your home. He’s nervous, if he’s being honest with himself. He can’t remember the last time he’d even been on a date, even before the outbreak. He was way more invested in being a father and running his business.

He rubs his hands on his jeans, palms slightly sweaty. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and knocks on the door. You open it shortly after, whispering to him a “good morning” before quietly exiting and closing the door behind you. He echoes the greeting in a similar tone of voice, being mindful of your roommates you share the home with.

When you smile it makes his stomach turn over, a weird dance between anxiety and peace plays inside of him. He feels so out of practice, but something about your energy helps ease those worries and grounds him.

The walk to the stables is quiet, something he chalks up to it being so early for the two of you on your mutual day off. But really, his mind is also racing, so it’s just a convenient excuse for him to gather himself on the way there.

When the two of you have Old Beardy prepared and ready, he looks to you, “you ready?”

A glimmer of joy is in your eyes, “absolutely!”

“Alright, let me help you up.”

“Oh, right,” you say hesitatingly, looking over the horse and saddle wondering how this will work. A chuckle rumbles in his chest before he kneels beside you, holding out his hands laced together.

“I’ll lift you up. Just step here and swing your leg over.”

He can still sense your hesitancy and offers you more reassurance, “don’t worry, I’ve got ya. I won’t let you fall.”

You trust him implicitly, you have ever since you’ve built your relationship with him. So without fear, you move as he instructs. When you successfully land on the saddle, you let out a squeak in triumph.

Joel pats your leg as he stands back up. “Atta girl,” he remarks in his southern-drawl.

That embarrassing heat begins to crawl back up your spine. What did he just say? But you love it, can he say it again please?

Joel lifts himself up and settles right behind you in the saddle, caging you in his arms. His broad chest against your back is warm and all encompassing. You haven’t been this physically close to him since he rescued you. It’s electrifying, a feeling you crave more of.

Joel has similar feelings about this, but stays professional. He has to. This isn’t that kind of date, or so he tells himself.

Beardy begins to trot in response to Joel’s whistle and commanding movements. You gasp in amazement and laugh, Joel can’t help but smile to himself as he listens to your small reactions.

Soon, the two of you’re out the gate. The sky is still somewhat dark, but a light in the distance signals that sunrise is on its way. Joel has the perfect spot in mind.

“How’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

“I’m great, this is so fun,” you respond joyously. His laugh in response is deep and rich as he signals the horse to speed up just a little bit.

The surrounding area is quiet, save for sounds of crunching snow under Beardy’s hooves and Joel’s breathing. You debate if you should break it and say anything, but you can’t seem to come up with anything. You don’t really want to. It’s so peaceful, it’s just perfect. If it’s like this every morning, you almost wish you could join him on his patrol.

“Oh, hold very still,” Joel’s voice drops an octave as he lowers his lips next to your ear to murmur, lightly brushing, and it sends shivers down your spine. You hope he doesn’t notice. “Look.”

You look around and see a family of deer, a Doe and her two babies. They don’t notice the two of you, Joel had stopped to a standstill just a few yards from them. The scene is serene and makes your heart swell. It’s amazing how life goes on in the wild despite the outbreak. If anything, it has thrived even more so.

“Beautiful,” you’re careful to whisper so you don’t disturb the moment.

He’s caught himself watching you again, instead of the deer family. It feels like witnessing the world again, through your eyes. You hold an appreciation for the small things that he’s taken for granted before.

Joel nudges Beardy and turns his reins to walk beside carefully, avoiding the small family. They go on eating, undisturbed.

“It’s just right up here,” he states. After a few turns, he brings you to a small hilltop. The sun is just starting to rise as you arrive and Joel gives himself a mental pat on the back for his perfect timing.

“Oh, Joel….” You trail off, the view of the sunrise and landscape leaves you speechless as you take it all in. The snow before you is untouched and smooth. It sparkles in the growing light of the sun rising over the mountains. The sky itself looks like a beautiful painting with purple bleeding into red, pink and orange hues.

“This is…this is breathtaking, I don’t know how else to say it,” you profess to him.

“I know, it makes you just stop, doesn’t it?”

Almost instinctively, you lean back into Joel’s chest and relax. You feel him freeze and almost regret your action until you feel him quickly settle that fear, feeling his chest press against your back in return. You wish you could tell him his embrace makes you feel the safest you ever have.

The tranquility of the moment lingers on until you speak, “thank you, Joel.”

“You don’t have to thank me for this.”

“I mean, for everything. You’ve been so kind and welcoming to me since I came here. You saved me.”

You turn your upper body to face him, he looks back into your eyes with his deep brown irises. Suddenly, you could slice the tension in the air with a knife.

“Thank YOU, also,” his lips purse.

“Me? For what?”

“For helping remind me why I’m here. Why I’m STILL here.”

“Oh gosh, you didn’t need me for that…” you begin to turn your head away until suddenly, his large palm cups your opposite cheek and brings you back to face him.

Your breath hitches in your chest when your eyes meet his. Joel’s eyes are dark and formidable, but you’ve found the hints of compassion and warmth in them recently. This time is no exception, chocolate eyes conveying how genuine he is. He always means what he says.

The initial shock of him maneuvering you to face him subsides quickly, as if it’s natural of him to do this. He wonders if he’s being too forward when you nuzzle your cheek into the palm of his hand. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.

“That means the world to me,” emotion breaks through your voice, tears begin to break through at the corners of your closed eyes.

Joel wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you close to him, placing a faint, soft press of his lips to the top of your head. Your quickened heartbeat threatens to expose you to him but you don’t seem to care, because maybe it’s time he knew.

Maybe it’s time he knew what he really means to you.

“Could we get down for a moment? I’d like to stretch my legs.”

“Hm? Sure thing,” Joel agrees. He jumps down from the horse and turns and reaches up to assist you. It seems the tables have turned from you using this moment to confess when he brings you down into his arms, encasing you in his embrace.

He doesn’t move and neither do you, as you search each other’s faces. Your lips part, you try to find the words you need but they’re as lost as you are in his eyes. You watch as his eyes dart down and back up to yours as the tip of his tongue quickly darts across his lips.

A fire is lit in his chest, one that he had assumed was gone for ages. It became an ember when he met you, and now it scorches as he holds you in his arms. He can’t find the words either, but he’s more of a man of action.

His face inches closer to yours and you take the cue and mimic him. When he sees this, he takes the plunge and closes the gap and gently, experimentally presses his lips onto yours.

With butterflies in your chest and a boost of confidence, you take advantage of the angle he has you in. Bring your arms up and wrap them around his neck to deepen the kiss.

His lips are as soft and pillowy as they look, a puff of air escapes his nose as he slowly molds his lips to yours. His aquiline nose pushes against yours, he feels like a puzzle piece made to connect to you. You can smell him, a mix of the smell of firewood, pine and a smell that's unique to him.

You feel one of his hands lift up to grip the back of your hold to himself steadily against you. It’s like he refuses to part and come up for air, continuing to take short breaths through his nose. But soon enough he’s forced to pull away, if ever so slightly.

It’s been too long since you’ve ever shared something so intimate with someone, and surely you’ll be addicted after this. Kissing Joel Miller is sensual and slow, right off the bat. You probably look drunk on his kiss but you don’t care, if your feelings weren’t obvious before they really were now.

“I, uh-I…” Joel stammers, blushed from the cold and being unused to speaking his feelings. You lean in and kiss him again, effectively shutting down his attempt to speak. When you part from him, you look into his eyes smiling as you exhale a breath.

His heart races in his chest and he doesn’t remember the last time it did this in response to something other than adrenaline or fear. He asks himself if you can read his mind when you place your hand over it. But really, you just wanted confirmation.

His smile in return is wide, showing his teeth and exhilarated as he does so. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him exude such happiness.

You cup the back of his head with both of your hands, gently nudging him towards you. You touch your forehead to his and close your eyes and he joins you.

“It’s ok Joel, I’ve got you.”

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Dangerous - Dewey Riley x fem!reader

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Summary - Y/n L/n, a high school student in her senior year who lives in the small town of Woodsboro, California. She can’t really complain about her life, she’s a great student, with great friends to whom she can tell everything, well, almost everything. But what happens when a masked killer is on the loose? And one of her closest friends turns out to be the main target of the said killer? Will she be able to survive?

A/n- just a tiny little chapter :)

Info - i lost my taglist google form, so if you want to be tagged in any works comment below this post or send me a message!

Pairing - Dwight ‘Dewey’ Riley x female!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - mentions murder;

“Sidney Prescott, who escaped a vicious attack last night is the daughter of Maureen Prescott, who was brutally killed last year when convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home and savagely raped and tortured the deceased. Cotton Weary is currently awaiting the appeal for the death sentence handed down after the young Sidney testified against him. She was the key witness in the state’s case against the-“

And the tv went off.

It was the morning after the attack Sidney was a victim of. You were in the kitchen of the Rileys’ household, currently eating breakfast. The news channels were going on and on about last night's attempted murder.

Taking your eyes off the tv, your gaze landed on Dewey. He put down the tv remote on the kitchen counter and proceeded to sit down at your side on the round kitchen table. When you had walked into the kitchen that morning he was on a phone call, you assumed police related, and when your gazes had met you gave him a small nod of your head as a good morning greet.

“It’s never gonna stop, is it?” Sidney spoke up, as silence filled the room. Her question was directed at Dewey.

You stopped eating, putting your sandwich down silently on the plate in front of you. You glanced at Dewey, who proceeded to tell Sidney the same thing he told you last night.

“Billy was released.” He grimaced. You swallowed thickly. The look on Sid's face was concerning you. “His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls.”

Your gaze flickered from Sid's to Dewey's face slowly. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Sidney's anxiety was palpable.

“We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey continued. “Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced.”

Sid's worry was getting the best of her. She shock her body as if a chill ran across her entire form, and you’re pretty sure it did.

“It’s gonna take some time, but we’ll find him.” Dewey tried to reassure Sidney. But she just looked numb.

Tatum tried to comfort her punching her slowly in the arm. “you okay?” Sidney, you noticed, tried to smile, but to no avail.

Silence filled the room once again. Everyone ate in silence. You noticed Sidney picking on her food, but decided to not mention it. You felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking to your right, you caught Dewey's gaze, who simply gave you a grimace of a smile. You did the same. He was the only thing that filled your world with a little light on this sad morning.

Dewey drove the three of you to school that morning. You sat in the back with Sid, and Tatum in the passenger seat next to Dewey. You could feel Sidney's concern radiating from her body. The car ride was silent, aside from the music Dewey put on to try and lighten up the mood.

As you reached the school’s driveway Dewey turned on the car police sirens before parking.

Dewey and Tatum opened their doors and got out of the vehicle. You pushed through Tatum's passenger seat and got out of the car, as Sid did the same on the opposite side.

Tatum had already rounded the vehicle while you were still closing the door. From where you stood you could faintly overhear Dewey trying to reassure Sidney. “Don’t worry, Sid. It’s school. You’ll be safe here.”

But as soon as you started walking to the front of the car, reporters started to launch at Sidney. You stopped near the driver's outside mirror of the car, as Dewey intervened.

“So how does it feel to be almost brutally butchered?” Asks a reporter.

Dewey immediately put himself between the lady and Sidney. “Hey, now leave her alone.” He says as he tries to maintain some distance between the woman and Sid.

“People want to know! People have the right to know!” The news journalist yelled as Sidney hurried off towards campus with Tatum following her.

“Leave her alone.” Dewey continued to interact with the reporter who barely listened to him, even if he was the law.

“How does it feel?” The woman continued.

“She just wants to get an education.” Dewey tired of not being listened to decided to stop being nice and polite for a second. “Turn that thing off.” He said as he pointed towards a cameraman that was recording Sidney from a distance.

Soon the reporters got bored as they realized they weren’t going to get any answers from Sidney and walked away.

You let out a big breath you didn’t know you were holding. You glanced at Dewey who shook his head, probably irritated by all the reporters making his job a lot more difficult than it already is. He took off his sunglasses and brought his hand up to pinch the brim of his nose, as he calmed himself and prepared for another day of interrogating students.

You adjusted your backup on your shoulder and the sudden movement made Dewey look up at you. “Hey.” He said, his demeanor much more relaxed when he saw it was you.

“Hi.” You greeted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

This was the first conversation you had since the night prior. The day had only just started and it had already been pretty eventful. You hadn’t had any time to talk. But the thing is, none of you knows what to talk about with one another. Being apart for almost a year, making it harder to know what was going on in each other's lives.

“Crazy morning, huh?” He asked, awkwardly.

“Pretty eventful, I’d say.” You answered, trying to have a normal and not at all awkward conversation. You just wanted to be able to develop that bond you had.

Dewey closed the door of his vehicle that he was leaning on and turned fully to you. “ I’ll be here today, questioning more students.” He started, “ If you see anything or overhear anything, come find me.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll be with Sid and Tatum during breaks, we agreed to meet at Tatum’s locker, so we could all be together in case anything happens.” You told him, squinting your eyes as you look up at him.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re in school, and there are police and reporters everywhere, the killer can’t do anything here.” Dewey reassured you, bringing his hand to rest on your shoulder.

His touch burned your skin through the thin cotton of your long sleeve shirt. He is gentle and warm. His eyes make you believe that nothing is going to happen to you.

“I really hope you’re right.” You sigh while nodding. As he just rubs your shoulder. A small act of affection, but that makes your heart flutter.

“I’m always right.” He says goofily. As he lets out a laugh.

You end up snorting. For the first time in almost a year, you both feel completely at ease with each other's presence, like in the old days.

“Yeah, sure you are.” You joke as well.

The bell rings, and it's time to part ways.

You looked towards the high school building. Unknowns to you, Dewey keeps his gaze on you at all times. He takes the small amount of time he has to let his eyes wander all over your face's side profile. He just hasn’t seen you in so long, he didn’t even remember how good it felt to be in your company. You just bring this sense of peace and quiet to him. It relaxes him. He wishes that when this is all over that you’ll be as close as you were one year ago.

“Well, I gotta go.” You look up at Dewey frowning a little.

“Yeah, me too.” He answered, pursing his lips. “I’ll meet you all here to take you home after school.” He says.

“See you then.” You bring your hand to his bicep and give it a squeeze. You walk towards the building, anxiety flooding through your entire body.

“Bye,” Dewey whispered as he watched you go inside the building with a small smile tugging on his lips, as his hand went up to his arm as he touched the same spot yours was just seconds ago.

He puts on his sunglasses once more and hurries off to work. Duty calls.

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Then and Now

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4500+

Rating: Fluff mostly, except for one minor scene, but I'm leaving my regular blog warning here…Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: thanks to @marvelousmermaid for the prompt and photo inspo! I've been dying to write Tommy and fluff sounds perfect!

Please excuse any typos as I'm writing this from my phone, which I hate doing. 

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This had been the work week from hell. Anything that could go wrong or take the most time possible, did. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement. 

I jam the keys in the ignition to my car, flipping off my place of work, immensely grateful I have the next few days in a row off. My cell rings and I groan, assuming it would be work trying to drag me back in because apparently I'm the only one who knows anything. A quick glance at the screen shows me I'm right. 

"Look, I'm off the clock. I'm taking my HR approved time off so figure it out or I'll see you in 3 days."

I hang up the phone, putting the car into drive and pulling out to the main road. I must have blanked out because the next thing I know, I'm parked in front of my boyfriend Tommy's house. 

I sit there for a couple minutes, completely puzzled by my arrival here before a soft knock at my window causes me to jump. 

"Sorry, honey! I was just checkin' on you."

My head turns and I meet his eyes, deep brown and full of concern and love. My entire body relaxes when I see his face and, embarrassingly, I feel tears start to make their way down my cheeks. I hadn't seen him in nearly 2 weeks, a work trip for him butted right up against a week from hell for me. 

I open my door and he's there, kneeling in front of me, his large hands on my thighs, slowly rubbing them up and down in a comforting manner. 

"Honey, what's wrong?" His eyes are wide and worried. 

I shake my head, willing the tears to stop as I wipe at the ones already fallen. "Nothing. Just a hard week."

"You wanna talk about it?"

I shake my head. "Not really."

He nods, rubbing his thumbs into my thighs. "Well let me know if you change your mind."

"Yeah. Ok."

We sit like that for a few more seconds before he speaks again. 

"You're staying for dinner."

It's not a question but also not a strict command. It's then I realize how bizarre this must seem to him, my showing up unannounced at his house in tears. 

"Shit, Tommy I'm sorry. I just.. I had a really long week and I blanked out and ended up here. I can g-"

"Don't you dare say go. Come on, honey. Let's get you inside."

One look into his eyes and he has me, those puppy eyes overriding any feeling I have where I don't want to be a burden. I nod and he smiles wide, standing with a groan as he extends his hand to me. I take it, allowing myself to be pulled up and out of the car. Pure instinct takes over and I nuzzle right into his large chest, feeling his arms close around me, hands rubbing my back. 

"How's a bath sound?"

"Yes please." Tommy has one of those giant soaking tubs where I can fit my entire body and my boobs under the water at the same time. I told him once if he ever broke up with me, I was taking the tub.

A quick kiss to the top of my head and Tommy leads me inside, tossing my bag on the entryway table as he guides me to his room. He sits me on the edge of the bed, cupping my face with his large, warm hands. 

"I'll be right back, honey. Just gonna pour you that bath, ok?"

"Ok."

I hear the water turn on and Tommy returns, kneeling in front of me again, helping me take off my clothes. It's not sexual but tender, Tommy taking great care to make sure I know this is for me and he expects nothing. 

He helps me into the tub, a nice warm bubble bath with the special soap I had left there. He helps me settle and stands there a moment, a stray curl falling forward towards his eyes. 

"I'm gonna whip us up a couple of steaks. Please don't drown."

I smile up at him. "With the promise of a world famous Tommy Miller steak? Not a chance I'd miss that."

He flashes me that smile, lighting up the bathroom. "I'll come back and check on you."

The bath helps to calm me, all the aches slowly leaching out of my body, the tension headache I'd been nursing all week with pain meds completely disappears. Once the water starts to cool, I get out, wrapping myself in one of his towels. It smells like him, wood and cologne and something distinctly him. I pull the towel a little tighter and head into the bedroom, pausing when I remember I have no clean clothes. Then I see them on the bed, one of his shirts and a pair of boxers laid out for me. Smiling, I pull them on, tossing the towel into the hamper before heading downstairs. 

He's standing just outside on the deck, his back to the sliding door as he concentrates on grilling. I slide open the door and walk up behind him. Without turning, he addresses me. 

"How was the bath?"

"Relaxing. Thank you. And thanks for the clothes."

"As much as I'd love to see you walk around naked, I thought you'd appreciate something to cover up with."

He glances towards me and does a double take, his eyes roaming across my body, or what he can see of it under his shirt. His pupils get wider and his eyes darker, swallowing hard. 

"You-you look good in my clothes."

"You should see yourself in them." I run my hand down his back, holding it at his lower back. He shivers for a moment and then shakes his head. 

"As much as I'd love to get in them with you, I want you to relax. This is about you, not me."

"Well what if I want you to?"

He lets out a dark chuckle. "Raincheck? I can see how hard you've been workin' and I know you're hungry."

I've never had a man turn down sex before. But it's not rejection - he's trying to take care of me how he can. 

Before I can reply, he's taking the steaks off the grill, setting one each on a plate where vegetable skewers already sit. Everything looks mouth wateringly delicious. 

"I may not be able to cook much of anything, but I can grill up a steak and veggies."

"Fuck yes you can."

Idle chatter while we eat, Tommy telling me about this asshole contractor him and Joel are forced to work with.

"It's only until the end of the month, right?" I ask. 

"We're hoping we can drop him come October, yeah. September is going to drag on though. I don't know how Joel will make it another 2 weeks."

"Isn't his birthday soon?"

He nods. "Yeah. Sarah's got something planned I'm sure."

—----

The next morning, I wake to the smell of coffee and bacon, faint sounds of Tommy in the kitchen gently bringing me awake. I'm pleasantly sore, Tommy having spent some time between my thighs after I nearly begged him to, saying it would help me relax. And it did. 

I stretch, feeling the soreness and remembering the night when a quiet knock raps on the door. 

"You awake, honey?"

"I aaaammm," I yawn.

I hear him chuckle and when he opens the door, I see that smile I love so much. 

"Mornin' honey." Tommy enters the room carrying a tray of food, eggs and bacon with a mug of coffee and a flower set on the side. 

I sit up. "What's all this?"

Tommy walks over and sets the tray down over my lap, that smile stretching wider as he takes my face in. "I made you breakfast in bed. Bacon, extra crispy, scrambled eggs with Pico de Gallo, and coffee the way you like."

I pick up the flower, smiling. "Is this from outside?"

He laughs nervously. "It…is. It's a weed I'm sorry."

I laugh, touching his hand that was leaning on the bed. "I love it, Tommy. All of this smells amazing. You're joining me, right?"

"If you want me to."

"I always do."

Tommy sits on the bed next to me, eyes bright and wide as he watches me take a few bites. 

"Is it good?"

"Delicious," I say with my mouth full of food. 

There's my favorite smile again as he slaps his thigh. "Good. I wanted to make sure you had a good breakfast in you."

I cock my head to the side. "You sound like you're preparing me for something. Do we have plans for the day?"

He tries to hide his smile, instantly looking guilty. "Maybe."

"Tommy Miller, what do you have planned?" I can't hide the smile from my voice so I shove more food in my mouth to compensate. 

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"I have no clean clothes."

A large hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. "Actually…." He gets up and walks to his closet, disappearing inside. I hear some rummaging and he remerges with a bag, handing it out to me. I take it and Tommy removes the finished tray of food so I have room. Opening the bag, I pull out a beautiful sundress, a floral leafy pattern embroidered onto the outside.

"Oh Tommy! This is…" I'm speechless. 

"Do you like it? I wasn't sure but I know you like plants and I thought that color would look good on you." 

His eyes are wide and round, like a puppy seeking approval. I set the dress down and cup his face, making sure he looks at me. 

"It's beautiful, Tommy. Absolutely perfect. Thank you." 

I pull him to me and kiss him, deepening it the longer it lasts. Soft moans between us,, Tommy pushing me onto my back, his body hovering over mine. I wrap my legs around his hips and he grunts, grinding into me once before breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. 

"As much as I want to take you right now, we're on a schedule."

I raise an eyebrow as he pulls his head from mine. "Tommy Miller following a schedule? This must be serious."

He smiles gently, tucking hair behind my ear. "I just want things to be perfect for you. I know I'm not the easiest at times."

I brush a stray curl from his forehead. "You are perfect to me. I wish you wouldn't doubt yourself so much." 

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself that same question every day."

—----

An hour later and we're on the road, mysterious bags loaded up into the back of his truck. I ask him repeatedly where we're going but he just gives me that same impish smile and says it's a surprise.

We pulled into the parking lot for the Blanton Art Museum, which I had been dying to check out but never made the time in the 10 years since I moved to Austin. 

"You remembered?"

Tommy parks the truck and shifts in his seat to look at me. "Of course, honey. Ready to go in?"

"Absolutely."

We spent the next few hours roaming the museum, Tommy not paying the slightest attention to any of the actual artwork as he was too busy taking in my face. When I asked him what he was looking at, he said "The most beautiful piece in this place." I rolled my eyes but smiled, continuing on our way. 

Lunch was street tacos from a food truck, one of Tommy's favorite spots that he'd constantly talk about. And for good reason - they were delicious.

We get back in his truck, starting to drive out of the city. 

"We got a couple hours ahead of us, honey. You need a stop?"

"Not now. Where are we going?"

His lips curve up at the edges ever so slightly. "It's a surprise."

"It's a good thing I trust you, Tommy Miller, or a girl might get worried."

He laughs, chest and shoulders shaking with it. "Oh you should always be worried about me."

A couple hours later, he turns off onto a nearly hidden dirt drive, winding its way through trees and bramble. And then it clears, opening up to a beautiful cabin style house with a lake that I can see through the trees lining the back yard. 

The house was exactly what Tommy had been talking about with me for months on end, asking my opinions on everything from architecture to the paint on the walls. It's like he reached in my brain and made it real. 

"Tommy, this is…beautiful! Do the clients love it?"

His eyebrows pinch together. "Clients?"

"Yeah. Didn't you build this for someone?"

He's quiet a moment, studying me. "I did."

"And they're just letting you use it?"

"They won't mind. Come on! Time for a tour." 

He offers me his hand getting out of the truck and I take it, loving the way his skin immediately warms mine. He doesn't drop my hand, using it instead to pull me to him and giving me a gentle kiss. 

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too."

He leads me inside, his hand never leaving mine as he starts the tour. The house has 4 bedrooms and bathrooms, 2 offices, a large garage, beautiful windows that open to the outside all along the back wall of the open kitchen and living room, with a dining area. The entire place is furnished and absolutely breathing taking. 

"Tommy, this is… you've really outdone yourself!"

He walks up behind me, having dropped my hand to let me explore the house. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek. 

"You like it?" 

"Uh, yeah! You sure the owners won't mind we're here?"

"They're good. I promise. Now wait here a moment while I unload the truck."

I nod, eyes still sweeping over the beautiful brick fireplace in the living room. Tommy takes a few trips to bring in the mysterious bags, setting some at the edge of the hallway that leads to some bedrooms and the rest in the kitchen. He closes the front door behind him when he's done and starts to take things out of the bags in the kitchen. Lots of food, fresh veggies and meats, and..a picnic basket. He puts the food away and turns back to me, grabbing the basket. 

"Hungry? I have a place I wanna show you out back. And I.. I made us a…well, a picnic." He holds up the basket, a slight pink settling on his cheeks like he's embarrassed about it. 

"You made me a picnic?"

"It's… not much but I thought it would be nice. If you don't want to, that's fine-"

I grab his shirt and pull him down to me, my lips pressed against his as I squeeze his shirt tighter. "It's perfect."

"Ok well you better stop with that or we'll never eat."

"Well if that's the case-"

He puts his finger over my lips to prevent me from kissing him, mock shock on his face. 

"Are you trying to take advantage of me, miss?"

"I most certainly am."

His demeanor shifts, a dark lust settling in his already dark eyes. "Save it for later." 

That voice was commanding and it send a shiver of anticipation through me. 

He leads me out back where a nice patio and firepit sit, past the small in ground pool and through the trees at the back. You can see the lake clearly once you pass the trees, a little dock jutting out into the quiet lake. 

He spreads out a flannel blanket and sets the basket down, offering me his hand to help me sit. Once I do, he sets up the picnic, which turns out to be a beautiful board of meats and cheeses, grapes and crackers. A bottle of wine and 2 glasses are unloaded as well, the cork popping when Tommy opens it and pours a glass each. 

We talk about the house and he tells me it was important to the owners that it was self sufficient. They have generators that use the power of the river a quarter mile away, a greenhouse, and 2 cellars, one specification for growing root vegetables. I perk up at that as I've always wanted my own garden and to be self sufficient. 

He explains they're waiting on chickens and such and that a barn will be built on the property to house all of the animals. 

"They appreciated my point of view as a veteran too. Said I would know what is really needed for survival."

"Were they preppers or something?"

Tommy shakes his head. "Not exactly. Just wanted some place where they didn't have to worry about an electric bill I suppose."

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

"You'd live out here?"

I look around, sighing slightly. "I think I would. Especially if I had the right people with me." 

The more we chat, the more nervous Tommy becomes, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans and stuttering a lot, which is not like him. 

"Tommy… you ok?"

"What? Oh. Yeah I'm… great. More than great really."

"Are you sure? Because you look like you might throw up."

He chuckles, slightly nervous. "I love you, so much, honey. You know that, right?"

"I do…"

"Then that will make this a little easier."

He sits up, shifting his weight to his good knee as he kneels in front of me. Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out a small, black box. 

"I have loved you since the moment I met you. You never judge me for anythin' and always let me be me. You've stuck with me through the nightmares and the good times. You're always there for me. And I hope you'll always let me be there for you too."

He opens the box where a beautiful ring sits, exactly my style.

"Will you marry me?"

Tears cloud my vision as I nod instantly, eyes shifting from his to the ring and back.

"I need a verbal confirmation, honey."

"Oh sorry, YES!"

The widest smile I've ever seen spreads across his face, and yet his eyes still contain doubt, as if he wasn't worthy of love. "You will?"

"You've had me since the moment I saw you, Tommy. I love you."

He takes my hand and slides the ring on gently. I pull him to me, laying back as my fingers pick at the edge of his shirt, finding skin there. He grunts, holding himself above me, kissing me deeply as if I would change my mind if he didn't. 

"Oh there's one more thing, honey."

"There's more??"

"Remember how I told you the owners of the house wouldn't mind if we used it?"

"Yeah…"

"Well…that's because I..well we, are the owners. If you'd like?"

"You mean…we would own this place?"

"Only if you want to."

I plant my hands on either side of his face, bringing him down to kiss me. "What did I do to deserve you, Tommy Miller?"

"Must have been something bad."

He smirks as I smack him playfully. "I would love this house."

"Then it's ours."

—----

We had planned for a spring wedding here at our house, only wanting family and a handful of close friends to attend. 

Of course that all changed just a couple weeks after Tommy had proposed. When the world went to shit.

I was at the cabin, bringing some boxes of stuff and more foods. I had the brilliant idea to start canning, so I brought along what I had made so far, along with other odds and ends. We had decided I would move in with Tommy at his place in the city and we would come to the cabin when we had time off.

It's very remote, so I didn't think anything of it when I couldn't find a TV station broadcasting anything. I just grabbed my book and headed off to bed. 

A few hours later, I hear the door downstairs fly open and voices float up to me. Instantly I recognize Tommy's voice, but that's not the one I'm listening to. 

It's Joel. The sounds he's making are unrecognizable, virtually inhuman. I have never heard someone make those sounds before then. They dug into me, pulling at every fiber of my being and I lunged from the bed, practically running downstairs, taking them 2 at a time. 

Joel and Tommy are in the living room, both on the ground, crumbled into each other. Tommy is holding Joel, rocking back and forth and saying things to him that I can't discern. Tears are streaming down both their faces and I realize they're both covered in blood, Joel bleeding more from his side as if he'd been shot and it had missed.

It's then I realize Sarah is missing. 

—----

20 years has passed since that day. We've been through so much shit, but so has everyone. Joel eventually left us to do his own thing, and Tommy and I eventually found a place called Jackson in Wyoming and settled down. We did get married there, with mountains as our backdrop instead of our lake house.

It had been a long week, the crops were being harvested and we were behind on preparing for the winter ahead. Tommy and I both had been working our hands raw to get Jackson ready for the season, barely having time for each other due to exhaustion. 

A couple more weeks pass in this manner before a day off. Maria, who ran Jackson, insisted I take a day, as I was always the first to show up and the last to leave. And, as she lovingly said, "You're not getting any younger." 

Light shines in through the window, the curtains blowing in the cool, early fall breeze let in by the propped window. Yawning, I stretch, hand automatically moving to Tommy, except my hand lands on an empty bed. 

Sitting up, I rub my eyes, looking down at the empty space. Just then I hear clanging in the kitchen, followed by swearing. I hear his footsteps on the hard floors, our bedroom door being pushed open with a gentle nudge of his hip. 

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry honey."

"You didn't. Everything ok?"

"All good. Although we may be down a pan."

I chuckle and he moves towards the bed, a tray full of food in his hands.

"What's all this?" I ask, mouth watering slightly.

"You've been workin' so hard and I know your shoulder has been acting up. I wanted you to relax today."

"Tommy. You didn't need to do this."

"I know. And yet, here I am."

He smiles, curls falling forward as he sets the tray across my lap. It's got bacon and eggs, little tomatoes and onions cut up and added in. 

"This looks delicious, Tommy. Thank you."

"Welcome, honey." He leans forward to kiss me, mustache tickling my lips. 

"You're joining me?" I ask and he nods. 

"If that's ok?"

I pull him closer, fingers clutching at his shirt. He chuckles as he scoots closer to me. 

"Ok ok I get the hint."

We finish breakfast and lay in bed, tray put aside, and check in with each other. It's something we try to do at least weekly, wanting to be involved in each other's lives but also to make sure we have time for each other. You'd think there would be a ton of time in the apocalypse, but it's hard when survival is on the line. 

"Ok time to get dressed, honey."

"Well that's a first - trying to get me in clothes and not out of them."

He smiles like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "I'd love to have you out of them but we're expected somewhere."

I cuddle further into his chest. "Can't we just stay here instead?"

A rumble vibrates his chest and he hugs me tighter. "I want to, honey, but we're on a schedule."

"Isn't it our day off?"

He kisses the top of my head. "Just come on."

Groaning, I get up and dressed, Tommy dressing as well. He offers me his arm as we walk out of our home, walking me down several streets until we arrive at the school.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. 

He pulls me inside and I gasp. The entire school had been transformed into an art gallery, pictures painted and drawn by the students of Jackson. Little messages to us both are pinned next to each of them, explaining what the pictures were about. I'm absolutely speechless. 

"Did…did you do this, Tommy?"

He nods. "I did. I know you miss the art galleries and now we have one."

"I… I don't know what to say."

"I love you, honey." He kisses me and we spend more time looking at the pictures before heading out. But he turns away from our home and heads towards the barns on the top of the main hill. 

We arrive at the stables and he hitches a horse to a cart, extending a hand to help me up. He loads a couple of baskets into the back before jumping up himself, grabbing the reigns and leading the horse out of the barn. 

"It's pointless to ask where we're going, isn't it?" 

He nods. "You'll see soon."

An hour or so later, we appear at the lake, a secluded area that we've been to before. It's always gorgeous here and even more so now that some of the trees have decided to start fall a little early.

He helps me down from the cart and grabs the baskets, spreading out the picnic before motioning to me to sit. It's simple sandwiches and veggies, but he's also somehow managed to get a piece of chocolate and my eyes grow wide.

"Where did you score that?"

"Traded with the last caravan that came through." 

"Tommy, this…this was a perfect day. Thank you." 

We eat in silence for a few moments. 

"Do you know why I chose today?"

I wrack my brain. "Honestly I've been going non stop, I couldn't even tell you the date."

He cups my face with one of his large, warm hands. "You have been. Which is part of the reason for this day. But also… I proposed to you on this day, so many years ago, before…" He gestures around. 

"Oh, Tommy." I can't help the tears forming in my eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize what day it was-"

He puts a finger to my lips. "None of that. I just wanted to do somethin' special. I love you, honey. I'm so grateful that we've made it together and I love spending my life with you."

The tears fall now and he uses his thumbs to brush them from my cheeks. Pulling me to him, he kisses me before gently pushing me back into the blanket. I nuzzle into his chest and he holds me to him as we watch the sunset, somehow together after the end of the world.

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Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: Soft NC-17

Warning: Dirty talk, edging, mentions oral, some meanness, calling Buggy dumb (lovingly). Buggy whines. Neither of them really know what they're doing but they're trying. Nothing graphic, but not quite an R rating but not a hard NC-17. Communication!!!!

A/N: I feel like I'm neglecting these two but like, it's hard because I want to do more posts on them like I do for Sunny and Buggy, but some of it could be spoilerish? I don't really know in a way. I love these two.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb

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Chapter 11

Buggy really didn't like the thought of hurting you or you getting hurt in general. A few weeks after saying the I love yous to each other, you tripped while carrying a basket of laundry in front of him and stumbled, but the speed at which his hands flew off to catch you, one would think you had a priceless vase that you were going to drop. The basket held his dirty laundry, that was it.

Another time you had the water too hot in the kitchen sink and yelped in surprise from it, and Buggy was there in a flash checking on you, making sure you were okay. Your hand was a little pink from the hot water but you were just fine.

And then he accidentally pulled your hair when you had him on the bed, pants open and cock out as you sucked him off. You had flinched when he did it, he tried to pull back but you had to grab his hand to keep it in place.

“Wait, Cupcake, baby-”

You pulled off and looked up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “What?”

“Fuck, you look hot.” He mumbled as he stared down at you, taking in how flushed your cheeks were, your lips wet from spit and cum, and he had to fight the urge to have you continue before tucking himself back into his pants. “Uh, you good down there?”

“Um, yea? You good up there?” You asked with a frown. “Why'd you want me to stop?”

He leaned back on the bed, bracing himself on his hands as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Just checkin’ in. You uh, you looked uncomfortable, so…”

You rested your cheek against his knee as you looked up at him, putting your hand on his thigh as you slid it up and down slowly. “I'm fine, babe, really. The hair pulling was a bit of a surprise, that's all.”

“I didn't mean-”

“I know, Buggy.” You assured him with a sigh. “You really don't need to worry, babe. I trust you.” You sat up a little straighter, staying between his legs as you leaned forward. “Besides, a little hair pulling doesn't bother me. I kinda enjoy it.” You looked away from him for a moment, considering your next few words, before looking back up at him, biting down gently on your bottom lip before continuing, “I… also like the way you talk to me sometimes, y’know, and how you react when we get caught. You get a little rougher, I like that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He insisted, looking uncertain by what you were saying. “Don’t even ask me that.”

“I’m not asking you to hurt me, babe. Never.” You got to your feet and sat beside him on the bed. “Honestly, that’s… that’s not what I’m asking or anything, I’m just letting you know the things you do that I like.” You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. “I trust you, Buggy. All… I’m saying is that if you pull on my hair, that’s fine. If you spank my ass too hard and it leaves a bruise, that’s okay.”

He still seemed unsure, even uncomfortable, so you tried a different approach. You took a moment to think over your words before pressing your lips to his shoulder and glancing up at him.

“I like it when you talk to me when you fuck me, Buggy.” You told him. “And after, when you tell me how pretty I look on your cock, or how you wish you could spend all day fucking me if you could.” You reached up to run your fingers through his hair as he glanced down at you. “And if you kept saying those words, maybe even being a little mean about it, I would like it.”

“Mean?” Buggy repeated, feeling his cheeks burn at the way you said those words. “What do you mean?”

“Umm, can I… show you?” You asked. “If it’s too much, tell me. I’ll stop. You… can just say um, Richie.”

“Richie?”

“It’s called a safe word. I heard about it from some of the other freaks.” You told him as you slid into his lap, straddling his lap as you placed your hands on his shoulders. “I trust you not to hurt me, babe, just like you trust me.”

“Why is saying Richie a safe word… can’t it be something else?” Buggy asked as he put his hands on you, one hand sliding up your shirt while the other stayed on your waist. “Circus?”

You grinned and nodded, kissing his cheek as you made yourself comfortable on his lap. “Circus is fine, babe. You say it if you start to get uncomfortable with the words I’m saying, okay?”  

“Yea, and then we can get back to what we were doing, right?” He asked, eyebrows wiggling at you as he grinned widely. You laughed softly and nodded again as your left hand stayed on his shoulder while the other slid down between the two of you, brushing over the waistband of his pants.  “Fine, do your worst, babe.”

You wondered if you could because you did love him, you really couldn’t think of something mean to say, but you had some ideas. You kissed him on the lips, mindful of his nose as you undid his pants and slid your hand into them. He was still hard from what you were doing earlier, ready to get off but you wanted to experiment. Trying to think in the moment was a little difficult because the hand that wasn’t up your shirt was starting to get in your pants, so you grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him. 

“Naughty boy, I didn’t say you could touch me, now did I?” You purred, not missing the way his eyes widened or the way he swallowed heavily as you moved his hand to the top of your thigh. “You need to learn to listen, Buggy. Good boys who listen get rewarded, but naughty boys don’t, do you understand?” You leaned in to whisper in his ear, teeth nipping at the shell gently. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’ll have to punish you, baby.”

Buggy could only nod, a look of surprise on his face at the way you just spoke to him. You kissed his cheek before straightening up, bringing your hand to his cheek softly. “Can you use your words to tell me you understand or am I going to have to make you? Are you already too dumb from me barely touching your cock that you can’t talk?”

And you waited for a reaction now, having tested the waters to see what his limits were. He never wanted his intelligence question, to be called dumb may be too much so you watched him for a reaction. His jaw clenched, you felt him tense up under you, but he took a deep breath and exhaled, tilting his head into your hand as he nodded.

“I understand, ‘m sorry.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“Good boy.” You murmured as your fingers ghosted over him. He inhaled sharply, keeping his hand on your thigh as you grinned. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, babe, maybe I’ll ride you this time, let you fuck me that way. You get so dumb when you’re in me, can’t even talk sometimes.” You watched him for a reaction, listening for the safeword. He was being good, nodding along with your words as he whined softly for more friction.

“Babe, please, stop teasin’ me.” He whined pitifully, letting his head drop onto your shoulder. He tried to rock his hips but you pulled your hand away, tsking softly as you shook your head. “Babe!”

“Buggy, no, you need to stop moving.” You scolded gently. “What am I going to do with you if you can't listen, hm?” You reached up to touch his cheek, tilting your head to the side as you studied his face. He wasn't desperate, just a bit needy, and he leaned into your touch with a pout. “Maybe I should just detach your dick and fuck myself with it while you watch.”

Buggy’s eyes widened, he was actually speechless. On one hand, that was quite the idea, on the other hand, he didn't think you would ever speak like that. He was usually the one for dirty talk, and you were doing great so far, but what you just said made his cock jump and he wished you were still touching him when you said that. You noticed his reaction because you grinned.

“Oh, do you like that idea?” You asked curiously as he let out a quiet whimper. “What do you want, Buggy? Tell me.”

“Fuck, I just wanna touch you, please!” He whined pitifully as he tried to move his hips towards your touch. “Please, babe!”

“Mm, maybe.” You chuckled as your hand went down his pants once more, taking hold of him loosely as you stroked him slowly. “You're being so good to me, Buggy, keeping your hands to yourself like a good boy.”

He nodded, swallowing heavily as he stared into your eyes. You tightened your hand around him, letting him fuck himself against it, desperate for any friction. He acted touch starved, as though you didn't regularly get him off in some way. You could have been meaner about it, getting yourself naked to touch yourself while forcing him to watch, or stuck to your idea of using his cock as a toy, not letting him participate in any other way, but you couldn't be that mean. Not yet, anyways.

“Are you close, babe?” You murmured as your hand continued stroking him, your thumb swiping over the tip occasionally. He nodded, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder as he let out little whines and moans for you, the occasional plea escaping his lips as he begged for more of your touch. “How close?”

“Cl-close, babe.” He mumbled, eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself get close, pressure building as he neared his release. You kissed him on the cheek with a grin as you suddenly pulled your hand away. Buggy let out a frustrated cry, lifting his head to look at you. “Babe!”

“What, Buggy?” You giggled, licking the palm of your hand before you reached down between your bodies, once more taking him in your hand. You leaned in close, pressing a kiss to his cheek once more before whispering, “If it's too much, let me know, okay? Say the word and I'm done.”

He only nodded, but he wouldn't cave, not yet, so you did it again, bringing him close to release before pulling your hand back while whispering to him how you loved hearing him beg, that if only the crew could see how unraveled their captain was becoming because his girlfriend wouldn't let him cum yet. You did it to him several times, pulling your hand away each time his breathing quickened and his muscles tensed, and each time he would be a pitiful, whining mess for you until you started it again. 

“Please, babe!” Buggy cried after the fifth time, his thighs aching and cock dripping as he begged for release. You decided to finally take pity on him, hand wrapped around his cock as you stroked him, squeezing him as your lips found his, drinking in his moans as his hips fucked up against your hand. It didn't take much, all you did was whisper how much you loved him, how wonderful he was, and he was coming undone in your hand, making a mess on you and himself. He was breathing heavily, muscles sore from sitting for so long, so he let himself fall back on the bed to catch his breath.

Fuck, did you break him? You weren't sure if something needed to happen next so you hurried off to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to clean him up.

“Buggy, babe, are you okay?” You asked as you tugged his pants down far enough to clean him. “Was that too much?”

He managed to shake his head, eyes shut tightly as he stretched his arms out above his head. You watched him for a moment, making sure he was okay, before you finished wiping him down and cleaned yourself up. You tossed the washcloth aside before climbing into bed beside him, stretching out next to him as you draped your arm over him carefully. He turned his head to look at you.

“That… was different.” He mumbled as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Didn't know you could talk like that, Cupcake.”

“Yea, well… I'm glad you're okay.” You replied as you pulled him against you. “You did really good, Buggy, thank you. I'm glad you let me do that… it felt good.”

“You didn't get-”

“Babe, I didn't need to, just touching you and having you beg for me was enough.” You assured him as you kissed his cheek. “D’you need something? Snacks or a drink? I can go grab you something.”

“Jus’ hold me.” Buggy mumbled as he rolled over to his side, pulling you closer as he pressed his face against your chest. “So comfy right here.”

You rolled your eyes and tightened your arms around him. He seemed okay after that, but you wondered if he would be up for another, more gentler round later. He didn't actually fuck you, which is what you were really wanting, but you did enjoy trying something new with him. It made you wonder what else the two of you could get up to. You leaned down to kiss his temple, holding it for a moment before pulling back and looking down at him.

“I love you, Buggy.” You told him as you reached up to run your fingers through his hair. He opened one eye to look at you before nuzzling his face into your chest again.

“Uh-huh, I love you, Cupcake.” He mumbled back. “Now let me recharge for a few minutes.”

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[drabbles-mc]

Convince Them

Tig Trager x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.23 At The End Of Their Rope- Forced To Kneel

Warnings: 18+, language, angst, violence, implied/referenced sex work, blood/injuries

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Maaaan this fic really just made up its own mind as we went along. @withmyteeth​ I feel like this is definitely not what we discussed. But! It’s...something! It sure is something. 

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No matter how many times the guys told Tig not to go rogue, not to play cowboy when there was his life and everyone else’s on the line, if the situation presented itself, he couldn’t guarantee that he would do what they asked.

That was why, when he got a call on his club burner from an unknown number and heard an unknown man’s voice on the other end of the line, he decided that he would show up wherever he was told to go. He didn’t take the time to reach out to the rest of the club. He was already on the road, so in his mind there would be no point in going to the clubhouse to let them all know just for all of them to go back out with him. He could call, sure, but then they were going to want him to just sit around and wait for them to catch up, and he didn’t want to do that either. It was a pretty short list of things that Tig didn’t think that he would be able to handle on his own.

The address that they told him to go to sounded familiar. He knew the street, even if he didn’t know the specific building number and what he was going to find there. But he was smart enough to know that none of it was a coincidence.

He parked outside the nondescript brick building. He knew what happened on this strip. But as he sat there, unbuckling the clip of his helmet, he tried to figure out why he was really being brought back here, especially when he’d been there just the day before. This wasn’t a hot spot for club business—the only times he ever came here were off-hours. The only times he ever came here, he was with you.

Hanging his helmet off the handlebar, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his kutte. Your number was one of the few that were in his burner. The call went to voicemail, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary. You weren’t the type to constantly have your phone on you, especially not when you were working. You had never been a woman who was there at Tig’s every beck and call. It was one of the things that he loved about you, strangely enough.

He knew better than to call you over and over again. Instead, he left a short and simple voicemail. “Hey, baby, it’s me. Got a…weird call today. Just checkin’ to make sure you’re alright. Call me back.” He paused for a beat. “Love you.”

He swung his leg over the bike, putting his phone away once his feet were planted. He took a deep breath, discreetly feeling to make sure that he still had his gun and his knife. It didn’t matter that he never went anywhere without them—he still had to check.

Walking up to the door of the building he’d been told to go to, he looked around for the telltale signs of nefarious activity. The windows that weren’t boarded up were tinted dark enough so that no one walking by was going to be able to see what was going on inside. The cameras that they had on the outside of the building were discreet, but Tig knew enough to know what to look for. He looked directly into one, flashing his one-of-a-kind Trager smile. He waved, rings clinking together as he wiggled his fingers.

When he wasn’t greeted by anything, he knocked on the door. Leaning against the frame of it, he spoke up in a slightly mocking tone. “Got an order here for a large cheese—”

The door was unlocked and opened from the other side. Before Tig could even glance to see who it was, he was being roughly yanked through the sliver of an opening that they’d created. It was hardly big enough to slide him through, his shoulder banging against the doorframe before the heavy metal door was slammed shut behind him again. He was being pushed and shoved in what was apparently the appropriate direction without anyone saying much of anything to him.

“Won’t lie to you,” he said as he planted his feet to stop, “I lied about the pizza.”

“Shut the fuck up,” the man’s voice was cold, but it wasn’t enough to bother Tig.

“Guess this means you won’t be giving me a tip then?”

A split second later, the tip of a gun was being pressed hard directly into the middle of Tig’s back. The man behind him gripped him by the back of the neck, pulling him back. Whoever he was, was taller than Tig because Tig could practically feel the way that the man was speaking downwards to him.

“I’m not gonna ask again.”

“You didn’t really ask the first time, to be fair.”

The comment earned Tig a hard shove, one that nearly sent him tumbling to the ground but he managed to catch himself. He huffed, rolling out his neck as he continued down the only open hallway. He assumed that this was the direction he was supposed to be doing in, not that there were many options. Whenever he reached the appropriate door, he assumed he’d be given another cue in the form of a push.

It certainly wasn’t the type of place that Tig would want to stay. But he knew that the girls who were here probably didn’t have much in the way of options. He frowned for a moment at the thought, and it brought him back to wondering why he was told to come back here.

“Up the stairs,” the man spoke and the gun was pressed into Tig’s back once again as he reached the end of the hallway.

Sure enough, there was a poorly-lit, grungy staircase to his left. Tig’s gut was telling him to turn around and take this guy out. And if there hadn’t been the very small possibility that you were also going to end up getting roped into this, he would have. But he wasn’t going to put you in that kind of danger, no matter how badly his fingers were itching to reach for his gun.

As if the man behind him could read his thoughts, he said, “I’d just fucking go, man.”

“No elevator in this place?” Tig turned to try and glance over his shoulder but he was roughly shoved again before he could get a good look. The guy was tall, white, and had long dark hair. That matched the description of way too many people in their area of California for Tig to try and narrow it down.

“It’ll be worth the walk,” he reassured him.

That sent a jolt of fear down Tig’s spine that he didn’t want to admit to. Your voicemail recording was playing on repeat in his head as he made his way up the stairs. There weren’t even that many steps but it felt like the staircase was stretching out to be longer and longer with each step that he took.

“Second door on the right,” the man instructed.

Tig listened, albeit begrudgingly. He reached, turning the knob of the door and pushing it open. He didn’t feel himself sucking in and holding his breath as he stepped in, but he let out a long exhale as he looked around the room. It was nothing special. There was a bed, a dresser, a timer on the dresser. The brick walls weren’t decorated with the exception of a few strings of lights that weren’t currently plugged in. Although Tig had the feeling that even when they were, they didn’t really do much to set the mood. Mood wasn’t the reason that people showed up to these rooms anyway. Most of the light in the room was being thrown by the singular light in the middle of the ceiling, a little bit coming in from the hall and the open door now as well.

He turned around, finally able to fully face the man who had been pushing and shoving him the whole way here. Tig took in the full image of the man in front of him. Aside from his height, and the tattoos that were on his hands and creeping up the side of his neck, there wasn’t really much to set him aside from anyone else Tig would’ve passed on the street. And yet he was standing there with the nagging feeling that he had definitely seen this guy before.

Tig looked around the room and back at the man, speaking with a much cooler, calmer demeanor than how he really felt inside. “No offense, man, but you really aren’t my type. And,” he gestured to the room, “I at least need a motel room or something. Have a little class.”

The guy shook his head before holding out his hand. “Gun.” He motioned for Tig to hand over his weapon.

This was the moment. Tig could either shoot his way out of this, or let it play out. He knew that there was no way that it was just him and this other asshole in the building. Shooting him was going to unleash who knew how many other people onto him. So he made the logical play and handed his gun over.

“Knife, too,” the man said.

Tig sighed, but he unclipped it and handed the blade over. He watched as the man set them just outside the door. Nothing about any of this was making sense. So few times in his life had Tig ever just been along for the ride like this. And now he didn’t even have his weapons.

He was staring at the empty doorway for a few seconds that felt much longer than that when he heard the clicking of heels on the hallway floor. His face contorted in confusion—the sound alone let him know that that wasn’t you. It seemed that with every passing second there were more and more questions popping up.

Then the young woman teetered into the doorway. One arm crossed over her chest so that her hand was gripping onto the opposite bicep. Her eyes were cast down towards the floor, nervously shifting and twisting her feet in her heels.

Tig’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of her. She wasn’t you, but he knew her. You knew her, too. The last time that the two of you saw her, though, she was looking a lot happier, and a hell of a lot less banged up. Bruises littered her cheeks, arms, and legs. The skin of her knees was torn up and scabbed over, and he could see that it was the same case with her elbows. There was bruising along her neck that weren’t from a fun time that got out of hand.

The sight of her, even with all of the bruising, let him know why he recognized the man standing behind her. He had some generic fucking name. He was pretty sure it started with a J. Jerry? Jimmy? Something like that. On more than one occasion after Tig had dropped her back off at their usual spot down the block, he’d materialized to collect his cut of the payment. Tig would watch the exchange in the mirror of his bike. She never looked happy about it, and why would she? But the guy had never gotten rough with her, not where everyone could see, anyway.

Despite knowing better, Tig’s whole demeanor softened as he looked at her. He wanted to reach out and pull her into a hug. “Oh, what’d they do to you, doll?”

“They?” the man barked as he pushed her farther inside the room. It was gentler than when he was man handling Tig, but not by much. “She came back to us like this after she saw you!”

Tig’s eyes went wide as he shook his head. “I didn’t do this.” He looked genuinely appalled at the accusation. “I’m, we’re not into that.”

“So these just magically appeared on her?” he held the woman’s arm up, showcasing the bruising that continued on the underside of it.

Tig winced at the sight. “You’re looking for someone else, man.”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

Tig shrugged, holding his hands out in a small act of defeat. “Nothing else I can say. This wasn’t me.”

He could see it in the girl’s face that she must have tried to tell this guy all of this already. Tig honestly wouldn’t be surprised if a couple of those bruises were from the man who seemed to be so upset about her having any in the first place.

Knowing better, she still spoke up anyway, her voice sounding as small as she tried to make herself. “Jay, it’s—"

“Stop,” he cut her off, and she shrunk even more. He turned his attention back to Tig. “You put one of my best girls out of commission for who knows how long. Until all this shit fades out,” he gestured to the cuts and bruises, and Tig saw the way that she winced at the callous address of it all.

“I told you, I didn’t—”

“Shut up,” he pulled a gun from his own waistband and aimed it at Tig’s head. “You cost me. And now it’s going to cost you. You and your club.”

Tig let out a laugh, because quite frankly the man’s gall was amusing to a point. Clearly he’d been looking for any way to try and sink his claws into the club and he was going to try and use this as his opportunity to do it. “You think my club is gonna pay up any money because some scumbag put one of your whores out of commission?”

“You’re going to convince them.”

He barked out another laugh. “Not gonna happen, Jay.”

“It better. Or your girl is gonna have a real rough go of it.”

Tig’s face contorted in confusion. He nodded towards the woman who was still standing nervously just past the doorway. “She’s cute, she’s a good time, but she’s not my girl. You putting her out of commission for even longer is just gonna be a bigger problem for you, brother.”

It was Jay’s turn to laugh. “Oh, believe me, it’s not gonna be my problem.” He let go of the girl’s arm only to nudge her towards the door. “Go on. You don’t gotta see this.”

Apprehension was etched into her features, but she did as she was told. She spared an apologetic look back at Tig before shuffling out the door. The sad look in her eyes did nothing to quell Tig’s worry and confusion.

It got quiet again. The two men stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to do something. Tig found himself reaching for weapons that he no longer had, inwardly cursing himself for handing them over. He was halfway through strategizing how to get out, how to get his things back, when he heard more footsteps coming his way. These ones were heavier, definitely not the dainty heels of the poor girl that they’d just sent on her way. There were also multiple sets of footsteps this time. Tig found himself taking a small step back, trying to put a little more distance between himself and the door just in case.

Then the door opened wider. Another man materialized. He was a little shorter than Jay, but built much wider. He’d just have to stand in the fucking doorway to keep Tig from being able to get out through it.

He wasn’t Tig’s concern, though, not when he saw the state that you were in as the man dragged you into the door. Your feet were barely coming up off the ground, the toes of your boots scuffing the floor with every labored step.

Whatever had been done to the poor girl who worked for Jay, you’d gotten that treatment and then some. Something told Tig that you were in the state that you were in because you hadn’t said or done the things that those men wanted you to. That was perfectly on-par for you—you knew how to keep your mouth shut. It was usually how you stayed out of trouble. It had never left you so bloody before.

He tried and failed to keep a straight face as he refocused on the men behind you. “I don’t know what you think this is gonna do. Doesn’t change the fact that my club isn’t gonna do shit for you.”

You did your best to take a deep breath despite your stuffy nose and the gag in your mouth. The fabric that was strung through your mouth felt like it was regrettably becoming a part of you at this point. Your wrists tingled and burned from the restraints around them. Your whole body ached. If it hadn’t been for the man dragging you along, you would’ve crumbled to the ground a long time ago.

Despite your exhaustion, when Jay landed the first hit, cracking his fist against Tig’s jaw, you still let out a whimper. The man holding onto you tightened his grip on your arm to silently tell you to get it under control. You tried, but you still felt yourself cringing as each requisite blow landed.

You watched the exchanges between them, both verbal and physical. You knew that the clock was ticking and that before you knew it, the attention was going to be back on you. If just the sight of you bruised and bloody wasn’t enough to get Tig to break, they were going to try and wear him down a little more before doing more damage to you. It was going to be a long and painful back and forth.

Tig spit some of the blood from his mouth onto the floor. He looked at Jay, setting his shoulders back before saying, “You’re going to have to do better than that. Your girls have smacked me around better.”

“Better, huh?”

Jay’s breathing was labored, but he could work a gun just fine winded. He roughly grabbed your arm that the other man wasn’t holding onto, pulling you in front of him and using his free hand to grab his gun. He pressed the tip of it against the side of your head. You whimpered, tears leaking out onto your cheeks.

“This better?” he asked Tig.

Tig was doing his best to keep a straight face. You knew him well enough to see the panic in his eyes. “It’s not gonna sway the club.”

“It’ll sway you, though,” Jay argued, “and you can sway the club.”

“Not gonna happen.” He said it with a certainty that stung you a little bit. You knew it was coming, but you just wanted to be out of here and safe. The likelihood of that was getting less and less with each passing second.

Jay shrugged nonchalantly. “Last chance.”

He saw the way that Tig’s expression didn’t falter. Letting out a deep sigh before stepping back from you. You heard the click that you knew all too well and another whine, some sort of a plea came out muffled. It didn’t matter, though. Seconds later, there was a loud bang and you felt the tearing through your side. You screamed in pain against the gag in your mouth, body dropping to the floor as you succumbed to the pain and exhaustion. You fell to your knees, doubling over further so that your forearms were braced against the floor, still bound at your wrists.

It almost got Tig to buckle. He almost dropped down to hold, you, to try and stop the bleeding. But he couldn’t crack now. What little bit of self-restraint he still had was spent keeping his eyes trained on the man pointing the gun at you.

“Not gonna shoot your way through this one, man,” Tig said with a shake of his head, although the confidence wasn’t there like it had been before.

Jay heard it, too, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “You sure about that, Trager? I’d hate for your girl to bleed out on the floor here all because you didn’t want to talk to your club.”

“It’s not—”

Tig’s argument was cut short by the sound of another gunshot. You buckled beneath the impact, lying completely flat against the floor. You cried against the cloth in your mouth, tears cascading down your cheeks and eventually hitting the filthy floor beneath you. Blood was starting to pool around you, and the sight of that is what finally broke Tig. His body acted of its own accord as he dropped to his knees, immediately reaching for you, wanting to pull you close to try and help.

“Ah-ah,” Jay spoke up, pointing the gun right at your head even though his eyes were locked on Tig’s. “Give me a better answer, Trager. I can wait all day. Doesn’t look like she can, though.”

Tig looked down at you, unable to stomach the pleading look in your eyes as tears stained your bruised cheeks. If you had the strength, if your wrists hadn’t been bound, you would’ve reached for him to beg. You never asked him to choose between you and the club, because you knew where you were going to rank. But now that you were staring death in the face, you couldn’t help but to try and beg despite the fact that you couldn’t talk.

But then you saw it, the slight frown that tugged at his lips. Your heart sank in your chest. Your eyes fell shut, more tears slipping out as you tried to get right with the fact that this was it. Sobs wracked your body through the pain.

Even though it hadn’t been your intention, your painful acceptance of what was about to happen, kicked Tig into gear and got him to change his mind. He cleared his throat, holding his hands up in an act of surrender.

“Alright,” he sounded choked up, and that was new for everyone present, “alright. Just, just let me get her out of here.”

There was a sickly satisfied smile on Jay’s face as he lowered his gun. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Tig didn’t respond as he moved to loop your still-bound arms around his neck. He scooped you up, trying to move you as little as possible as he swiped up his things. They played their game well, knowing now that he wasn’t going to risk you dying in order to take them out. For the moment, Tig’s worry was you, but his mind was already turning with ideas and plans for revenge. This would all get brought to the table, but paying these assholes off was the last thing that was going to be discussed.

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[garbinge]

Misdirection

Happy Lowman & Daughter OC Scarlett Lowman

From these August Prompts: Misdirection A/N: Forgot to post yesterday, so here's yesterday's August fic!

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of hospitalization, hurt, broken arm, worry, etc.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

“Scar.” Happy’s voice rarely sounded worried, unsure, or defeated but right now it was a mix of all 3. 

“What’s wrong?” She knew to ask immediately. 

“It’s Lex. She got hurt at the clubhouse.” Now that was a typical Happy response, little information, but just enough detail to have Scarlett’s heart drop to her stomach. 

“What happened? Where is she?” Scarlett was grabbing her keys, eager to get wherever her daughter was. 

“We’re at St. Thomas, Tara’s got her, she’s checking her out.” Happy said that as if that was going to solve everything, like that would make his daughter's anxiety completely disappear. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Dad.” She was now leaving in the middle of her shift at work, no notice, just calling out to one of her server friends that she needed her to cover her tables. 

Scar was going to stay on the phone, pressure Happy for more information but she knew it’d be a waste and just get her worked up more so she hung up. She began speeding down the Charming roads on her way to St. Thomas, cutting through backroads and shortcuts, anything to cut down on the ETA. She didn’t bother parking, she handed the keys to valet and knew she’d make Happy pay for it. 

Before she could make it to the front desk she ran into Jax, literally. 

“Oh shit, my bad, Scar.” Jax steadied her. 

“Where’s my kid, Jax?” Her hands practically threw Jax’s off of hers. 

“Woah, relax, she’s up in pediatrics, Tara’s checkin’ her out.” Jax spoke like it wasn’t a big deal, like he wouldn’t rip down walls and bulldoze over people for his kids. 

“Don’t tell me to fuckin’ relax, Jax. What the fuck happened?”  

“She climbed on top of the playset, jumped down, fucked her arm up. Pretty gnarly jump for a kid her age.” Jax was smiling again like this wasn’t the most serious situation to Scarlett. 

“You saw her?” The rage was about to be pouring out of Scarlett. 

“Yea a group of us were by the garage, when it happened.” Jax was so oblivious to what was happening. 

“None of you said anything? Told the fuckin’ kid to– I don’t know– maybe not do that? Jesus, are you all so far up your own asses? Do you not get what the fuck could of happened, or did happen, I don’t even know because no one is telling me anything!” 

“Hey,” Jax held up his hands and stepped back. “We all called out, Happy was right there telling her not to do it but she didn’t listen, must be a Lowman family trait.” Jax’s eyebrows raised as he referred to Scarlett. “If it was super serious I wouldn’t be here bullshitting with you, I would be up there with everyone else waiting for you. So don’t misdirect your anger on me.” 

“Get out of my way.” Scarlett was pushing past Jax. 

As Scarlett entered the pediatric wing she saw Gemma, Bobby, Tig, and Happy. 

“What room is she in?” Scarlett wasn’t in the mood to have another ‘bullshitthing’ conversation with anyone. 

“201.” Gemma was immediate to answer, understanding what Scar was going through, mother to mother. 

Scarlett was moving quick past the waiting room and down the hall in search of the room so she could find relief or some sort of answers. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her daughter with a bandage wrapped around her arm, her face was stained with tears but currently her face was all smiles. There were so many things floating in Scarlett’s head right now as she stared through the window of the room Lex was in. Her baby was okay, she was hurt, but she was there smiling and okay.  But that guilt was still eating her alive. 

“Hey, she’s alright.” Tara’s voice alerted her to turn around and face the doctor. “Her arm is broken, we’d describe it as an acute fracture, she’ll wear a cast for a month and then a split, but it’ll fully recover, no surgery needed.” 

Scar let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, can I go in and see her?” She was turning her head and already starting to go into the room. 

“We still need a couple more x-rays just so we can see progress as time passes with the cast and splint.” Tara explained hoping that Scarlett would get it. 

“Alright, I’ll wait out with the club, you’ll find me when I can see her?” Scarlett sounded eager. 

“Right away.” Tara smiled and touched the side of Scarlett’s arm before moving into Lex’s room. 

Scar knew standing there and watching from afar would be tortuous so she quickly moved back to the waiting room. For a few moments she stood back, looking at everyone in the room but specifically her father. Happy was nervously standing against the wall where the waiting room began to open up. Nervous was a feature that Happy didn’t show very often. To be fair, he wasn’t showing it too much, but Scarlett clocked it right away. The stoic face had more of a frown to it, and his leg was lightly tapping up and down, he had his eyes focused on one spot on the floor, he was fixated on it probably thinking about all the potential possibilities, all the things that could have happened mixed with the anger that there was nothing to do, no one to blame, no one to fight to get payback unless he was going to punch the play set to pieces. 

Scarlett knew exactly what he was thinking because when she broke her arm when she was just slightly older than Lex, Happy went and threatened the parent of the kid who pushed her off the gym stage. It took 30 minutes of her begging for him not to threaten the child themselves before she negotiated him down to ‘talking’ to the parents. She should have known better, even at that age. 

“She’s gonna be fine.” Scar reached her hand up and touched Happy’s shoulder. 

His gaze immediately broke and turned to his daughter. “Can we see her?” 

“Not yet. Tara’s doing more x-rays, progress shots. She’ll be in a cast for a bit.” Scar’s hand was still resting on her father’s shoulders.  “You’re not mad. I thought you’d be mad.” Happy said now standing up straight and staring down at her. 

“I was mad. You’re lucky I ran into Jax down the hall first, I yelled at him and now I feel better.” She smiled. 

“I told her not to jump.” Happy still had his stoic face on. 

“What can I say, she gets her listening skills from you.” She pushed her hand against his shoulder before letting him go. 

“She gets that daredevil spirit from you.” Happy turned a smirk now. 

“And I wonder where I got that from.” Her eyes rolled and she turned to the other people who had begun approaching. Bobby, Tig, and Gemma. “She’s alright, gonna have a cast, that she’s probably going to ask all of you to sign, so please no inappropriate shit. Or cursing. Or SOA colors or markers please.” Her eyes moved to Tig specifically. “Why are you lookin' at me?” “Because when she asked you to sign her field trip form you signed it with the anarchy A.” Scarlett crossed her arms. Everyone turned to look at Tig as if to ask that was seriously what he did. 

“It makes the A in trager look better, what can I say.” He shrugged. 

Before anyone could answer, a little voice was getting louder from down the hall. 

“Mommy! Mommy!” 

Scarlett turned around and squatted to be eye level with her little girl. “Hey baby!” 

“Look I broke my arm!” She was grinning from ear to ear despite the tears being stained on her face. It was such a Lowman thing to do. “Its pretty cool, right?” 

Scarlett was going to answer, but it truthfully wasn’t the right time to reprimand her, she had been through enough and she’d talk to her at home about listening and making better decisions. “The coolest, but I’m just glad you’re okay. I was scared.” 

“So was Pops.” Lex pointed to Happy. “Pops, look at my cast! They let me draw on it and look I did a smiley like the tattoos you and the one mom has!” She raised her arm to Happy. 

The silence between everyone was very prominent, the tension rose. Some eyes looked over at eachother, some looked at Scarlett to guage her response, guage Happy’s. Tig was the first one to speak with humor in his voice,  a shrug falling off his shoulders and the sentence he spoke earned him a look from everyone.

“Well at least it wasn’t one of us that did something inappropriate.” 

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 5

taglist: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

AN: this started getting longer than I wanted so the next part will introduce Malcolm McDowell properly and be the actual con. Warnings: comic con, talk of horror movies, swearing, confusion on feelings, Loki's scars

Rushing around, I double checked my backpack and nearly ran into Loki as I ran back into my room for my portable charger.

"Sorry!" I yelled and shoved it into a pocket in my bag. Loki stood in my living room watching me with a smile on his face. "Ok. I think that's everything. Ready?" He nodded and opened the door. "Oh shit! Wait a sec. I need the passes." I ran into my kitchen and grabbed them from where they hung on the fridge handle.

"Got them?" Loki asked when I reappeared in front of him. Nodding, I handed him one and threw the other around my neck.

“Alright. Let's go." Loki stifled a yawn as we made our way to my car. "So first off, something you need to know about Malcolm. He is a little protective of me. Since day one. Gods knows how many years ago now. He will question you and he will try to intimidate you." I looked over at Loki as I drove us to the convention center. "Especially if you try to hold my hand." Loki blushed and looked out the window at the mention of our awkward stage. We weren't dating per se but we also had moved past just being friends at this point as well. “Malcolm can and will kiss my cheek. Don’t question it. He will get pissy with people especially if they treat me like shit. I have candy in my bag for him. Don’t touch it unless I ask you to get it. Uhm…” I trailed off as I pulled up to the parking garage.

“He sounds delightful. Remind me why we’re doing this?” Loki grimaced. I chuckled and smiled over at him.

“Because it’s Malcolm McDowell. The man was my first… client technically. There’s a lot of history with us and he looked out for me. I owe him a bit. Plus it’s easy money.” I loved over at him as I grabbed my ticket from the kiosk and laughed softly. “Well for me it is. I have no clue what he’s having you do.” Loki rolled his eyes and I laughed as I pulled into a spot. Shutting off the car, I grabbed lokis hand. “Listen just get through today and you don’t have to come back tomorrow. I’m going to do the whole weekend. Malcolm is like my con father. And he’s the best adult figure I have in my life. So I’m going to spend as much time with him as I can.”

“I understand.” Loki murmured. I nodded and got out of the car. He trailed behind me as I got us through security and over to check in.

“Hi Karla.” I greeted the older lady sitting at the checkin table. “How you been?” She stood up and hugged me. I blushed a little as she pulled away only to brush some hair out of my face.

“Good. You?” I nodded and smiled at her. “Good. Malcolm ask you to work?” I nodded again and showed her the text.

“He got my friend a job too.” I pointed over my shoulder at Loki. “He here yet?” Karla checked us in and handed me the packet with Malcolm’s itinerary.

“Still up in his room as far as I know. Agent was in the hall earlier but I don’t think he’s sticking around for the whole weekend.” I nodded and flipped through. “He’s got a panel today at three and a photo op at five.” I nodded and grabbed a pen off the desk to mark what I was being told. “There’s a photo op at noon tomorrow and one at ten Sunday.”

“Sounds good.” I nodded before flipping the file shit. “We’re gonna go set up. If you see him or the agent, let them know we’re walking around.” I gave her one last hug before entering the hall. Smiling to myself, I started to walk around the room.

“So where’s the table?” Loki asked as we passed another table that wasn’t ours.

“That’s what I’m looking for.” I explained. “This also lets me see who is where. Guests will ask where someone is and it’s best to help them out.” Loki nodded next to me. “Basically being nice and doing something you would want done for you if you were paying to be here. Some handlers aren’t that way and it makes guests think we all are rude. I try to be the exception.” I passed another table and tapped it. “Here we are.” I walked behind the table and dropped my bag. Flipping the table skirt down, I grabbed the banner and unfolded it. Loki watched as I tilted a chair back to find the tape. “Alright tall person. I need you for this.” I handed him the banner and showed him where to hold it. “I’m gonna grab the chair and tape it. Just hold it up and make sure it’s level.” Loki nodded and held the banner up. As I put the last bit of tape on, I jumped off the chair and stepped back.

“Looks good.” Loki mused. I nodded in agreement. “Now what?” Ducking down behind the table, I pulled out a black file folder. Smiling, I held it up. Loki stared at it in confusion.

"This has a bunch of 8 by 10 pictures that guests can pick for Malcolm to sign. We lay out the ones that tend to be incredibly popular." I shrugged as I opened it up. "I tend to do a lot of Clockwork Orange and Halloween. His agent isn't here to tell me otherwise so I just do it. Tomorrow morning there will be more from when his agent comes down to check on the table. If he comes." Thumbing through the pictures, I grabbed sets of ten and started laying them out.

"What's in this bag under here?" Loki asked as he pulled it out. I looked up and nodded when he went to open it. "DVDs? Scripts?" I nodded again and grabbed the bag of markers from the back of the file folder.

"Yeah. He sells copies of Clockwork Orange and whatnot as well. Scripts to that and a couple other movies. They're a big hit." I shrugged as Loki started to put them out. I tested each marker and threw out the ones that didn't work. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out replacements. Finally finishing my end of the table, I looked over at Loki who was contemplating what else to pull out of the bag. Grabbing the tape, I picked up the sign with Malcolm's prices. I tapped it to the wall at the end of the table. Grabbing a sheet of paper out of my bag, I copied everything on the sheet before taping it over at the head of the table. Loki tossed the bag back under the table and I stepped back with my hands on my hips.

“That all?” I nodded and turned around to start walking around the con. “Where are you going? Don’t we have to wait for Malcolm?”

“Nope. Malcolm will either call or text me when he’s on his way down. Until then, we get to walk the floor.” I smiled over my shoulder at him as we started walking. “See what they’re selling and get prices. Plus it helps to see where everyone else is.” Loki fell into step next to me and I reached over to hold his hand. Loki blushed as he squeezed my hand and tugged me closer. “Is there anyone here you would want to meet?” I asked as I kept an eye on the tables lining the walls of the con. Loki shrugged.

“I haven’t kept up with modern movies. I prefer the older ones.” Loki mused as he watched me. I laughed.

“Loki, most of these actors are in the older movies.” I looked over at him and smiled. “Look. This table will be for Doug Bradley. The one next to him is Kane hodder. Next to Malcolm is Heather langenkamp. It’s mainly people in horror movies from the 80s and 90s.” Loki laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

“Then I must admit I didn’t watch many of the horror movies.” I smiled at him again.

“I didn’t either. Until I was a teen.” I shrugged and continued walking. “Depression and anxiety does something to you. Grief too.” My face turned stoney as I turned down an aisle. It was silent for a while as I looked at the booths. I smiled and said hello to some of the vendors that I recognized.

“I’m sorry.” Loki said as we headed back towards Malcolm’s table. I looked over at him and frowned.

“For what?” I asked. Loki smiled sadly at me.

“For whatever it was that was you went through that horror movies no longer scared you.” I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Thank you. But you don’t have to apologize.” I squeezed his hand and let go when I saw Malcolm come into the hall. “Besides, I’m fine now.” Smiling at Loki I nodded towards the table before running towards it. “Malcolm!” I called as I ran into him and hugged him. Malcolm hugged me back tightly.

“(Y/N)! How have you been my dear?” He asked as he pulled away to look at me.

“Never better.” I smiled at him. Shaking his head, Malcolm kissed my cheek and hugged me again. “It’s so good to see you.” I sighed out. Malcolm nodded against my shoulder. Pulling away completely, I turned towards Loki. “Malcolm, this is Loki. He’s my friend.” Loki put on a fake smile and held his hand out for Malcolm to shake. Malcolm looked from me to Loki before shaking his hand.

“(Y/N) has told me about you.” Malcolm said with a sly smile. “We have a bit to talk about.” I looked between the two and swallowed thickly.

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[not-a-big-slay]

Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem! reader

summary: betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you can't figured out from whom it really came from

warnings: none

A/N: alrighty, here it is! this one is long, but kaz and reader finally meet like properly meet, so i hope you enjoy it. it was really fun to write this one, even though i feel like dying, bc its 100 degrees here *cries but in a cool way*

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When Nina promised Y/N they'll see each other again amongst rats, she meant the street rats, not the rich ones. Seeing the mysterious girl walking through the door was the last thing she'd expect while visiting her old friends, she wouldn't even think of such thing. The moment their eyes met they matched each other's surprised faces. Silence began to play and to get it off stage, one of them had to speak.

"Y/N?" Nina decided to be the brave one and spoke with a furrowed eyebrows, setting aside the piece of cake she was enjoying to stood up. Y/N wanted to say something, but Jesper entered the room with Wylan under his arm. All four of them exchanged glimpses before Jesper asked what was this about. "You know her?" Nina said and pointed her finger at the girl. She looked differently than she did on that boat. Her hair was clearly washed and her clothes were darker, they didn't look like she was a normal tourist, but rather someone who wants to hide in the shadows and that was never good.

"You know her?" responded Jesper, motioning his own hand to Y/N, but keeping his confused look on Nina. She looked between Jesper and her. Usually, when Nina is speechless, she had tons of questions in her head and couldn't decide which to ask first, however, right now she was desperate to have one, because she didn't know how to find answers in this situation, or what answers she even sought.

Silence replayed itself again with uncomfortableness as a guest. Could Y/N be an old friend of Jesper's? She never really knew her friends' past and Y/N said she travelled from Novyi Zem. Could it be his childhood friend? Maybe she visited Jesper and kept quiet about it, because Jesper warned her about dangers of Ketterdam?

Y/N broke their eye contact to answer: "No, we just met on the way here. Same boat." Wylan nodded while Jesper looked more confused. "Wait, what? You're not from around here?" he asked and Nina felt Y/N's heartbeat pick up. Not much, but difference was there, she was nervous. "I grew up here, but I moved out few years ago." she answered calmly. Nina knew she wasn't lying. She assumed she's a tourist and Y/N never confirmed it, that was Nina's fault. "And now you're back because of business...?" she stated and the girl confirmed with a nod.

"What business?" Wylan voiced his confusion and Jesper gladly handled it: "Y/N here, is a hitman.". It almost sounded like he's proud of that. Wylan didn't seem to be satisfied and looked even more confused, telling he's afraid by his heart, that she had come for him. Would Jesper be that stupid to brought a hitman with a mission to kill his lover into his lover's house? thought Nina rhetorically, but with every second that passed, she became to believe it more. She stopped herself to finally speak: "Wait, Jesper, how do you know her?"

They talked about her in 3rd person, as though she wasn't standing right there. "I've met her at today's game. A pro, she is. Let me borrow her money in exchange for a place to stay tonight." Jesper came clean, still having an arm around Wylan, who sighed in dissapointment with Nina, her rhetorical question becoming real. Only Jesper could bring a total stranger to stay overnight to avoid debt. We all should take a knife to bed.

Y/N clearly noticed what their thoughts were and lightly laughed at their reaction. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill any of you." she reassured them with her words and Nina reassured herself with checking her heartbeat. She wasn't lying, good. "That's exactly what a killer would say." Wylan rolled his eyes at Jesper's stupidness and let go of his boyfriend's grasp to sit on the sofa covered in black and red velvet. Jesper scoffed while Y/N giggled: "You can lock me in my room tonight if you wanna be sure.". Like that would stop a skilled hitman Nina thought. Y/N was way too nice to her liking. If she was lying, which she wasn't, it would have been a decent act to earn their- or at least Jesper's- trust, but right now, she was either dumb, planned something worse or really was pure, which was impossible to be if she grew up in this city. Nina decided to not care and give in on her potencial act.

"That won't be nessesary." she smiled at the girl and sat back down to finish her cake. Y/N gave her a small copy of her gesture, then Jesper lead her into the guest's room. He returned without her and sat next to Wylan, capturing him in his arms again, while Wylan groaned in irritation, but he still gave in and rested his head on Jesper's chest. Nina smiled at the sight of that, letting a small tear of nostalgia to form in her eye. She was over Matthias, buried him in his homeland, getting the closure both of them needed. The two reminded her of them, when their hate turned out to be an undying love for one another. Yes, she missed his touch, his lips, his laugh and and his eyes full of love given only to her, but she wasn't sad anymore, she cherished their moments and memories and soon her grief was replaced with happiness.

"Can't believe you didn't realize it sooner." said Wylan after Jesper told them the events of the game tonight and how Bernar and Harvey tricked him. The merchling had his head rested on the top of the couch with closed eyes and his hands crossed on his chest. He looked asleep, but was listening to every word his partner said. Jesper looked insulted by his words and hit his shoulder. "It wasn't as easy as you make it out to be." he defended himself and Wylan nodded, not interested in starting an argument. Nina poured herself another glass of wine, waiting for the right time to start a topic written on everyone's mind.

"So, Y/N..." she started to adress the elephant in the room, gaining looks that confirmed what she suspected. "Yeah, she seems fine." shrugged the owner of the house, returning to his previous position. "She told me she's here for some business." Nina confessed and sipped from her glass. "Probably to kill somebody, nothing serious. It's her job after all." It almost sounded like Jesper defended her. How one poker game can bring people together. Nina only nodded in agreement: "I told Kaz about her, just to be safe.". Wylan shot his look onto her when Kaz was mentioned. She assumed it's been a while since those two crossed paths, she knew Jesper sometimes went to the Club, but Wylan was a merch now, he didn't have the time to visit Dirtyhands, nor he has the desire probably. It seems he still gives Wylan the creeps.

"You did? What did he say?" Jesper asked after he looked around. Y/N didn't come down after Jesper showed her the room and was possibly already asleep, but she still thought it was a clever idea to check if she's not listening. Eavesdropping was a trait Nina could imagine she had. "He didn't seem to care. I can't blame him though, I didn't know much about her and I didn't mention her name." she replied, taking another sip. "Why didn't you?" Nina looked at Wylan and shrugged: "I don't wanna make his job easier. If he's concered, he found out already."

Wylan stared into the air for a moment, then nodded in agreement, as if the air reminded him, what is Kaz capable of. Jesper streched and signed while standing up. "It's nice to know you visited him first, really shows your priorities." he picked up a wine glass of his and poured the same wine Nina was drinking. The red matched the color of his coat perfectly and he soon brought it to his lips to taste it. "Like the Club? It's renovated a little bit." he said after the liquid slid down his throat. Nina shook her head with a smile, she missed them, and of course cared about them more than she cared of Kaz. At least they aren't the huminized version of a pain in the ass.

"Yeah, I noticed. Do you still work there?" she asked in return. Jesper sat back down before asnwering: "I..don't really..know. I come around sometimes and either he gives me something to do or not. And he doesn't reach out to me when he plans another heist, so I'm not sure.." he revealed, looking at the floor, scratching his head. Nina knew about Kaz's weird trait, he wanted to keep Jesper around, but he would walk naked into The Emerald Palace and team up with Rollins before admiting that. He did the same with Inej, she uncovered this first, but never said anything to him.

They continued to talk until Wylan called it a night. Nina wished good night and then retired into her bedroom, but before doing so, she stopped before Y/N's door, her hands already slowly opening the entrance. The blue eyes took a while to adjust in the dark and settled it's gaze on the bed. Y/N laid peacefully, relaxed in every part of her body. Nina checked her heartbeat if it's steady and she's not just pretending. The reality happened to be the first choice, so she closed the door the same way she opened it and made her way to her own bed. There's nothing she should be worried about. She didn't trust the girl yet, but her suspicion grew smaller and smaller.

But it wasn't completely gone..

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The room Jesper have led her in was straight out of her dreams. It seemed like Wylan pulled her biggest desires out of her mind and shaped them into reality. The beige carpet made her feel like she was walking on clouds, footsteps becoming a myth on that surface, her bed could hold all of the slaves she had lived with and she would still sleep comfortably, white and gold walls ran up high and held a big distance with each other, crystal chandelier sent light to shine around the room, acting like a sunlight at sunset. Y/N walked in, feeling bad for disturbing the perfect stillness of the room with her movement. "It's all yours." was what she heard from Jesper's lips before the sound of doors closing welcomed her in. She was quick to take off her shoes and feel every part of the room with her bare skin.

She washed herself in a bathroom connected to her boudoir, almost as big as that. Warm water drops raced down on her body, washing away stress and tenseness she had left. Her left hip's pain became more bareable and after a hot bath it almost dissapeared. When she returned to her bedroom, she found a fresh pair of clothes on her bed, neatly folded, probably from one of the housekeepers. She put on the white shirt and plain pants, then finally tested the quality of the bed. When her weight dropped on the matress, she thought she might fall through, but it caught her smoothly, gently stroking her body. She knew that if this bed was everything she'd own, Y/N would be the happiest person in the history of the universe.

Ater exploring her room for a while she began to make her way back downstairs and join whatever conversation the residences were having. Her foot took the last step down when she heard Jesper telling the events of the Poker game. She smiled at Wylan's reaction, because she realized the old men's plans before, knowing it was a bit obvious. Y/N started walking slowly towards the room, but stopped at the mention of her name. Eavesdropping have become her instinct when she started with this job. It often told her where would her target be in certain hours and made her job therefore easier, so it was no wonder that she called on it now. They talked about her said business in Ketterdam, something she told Nina on the boat. She wanted to enter the room after that, calm that they weren't planning on to kill her in her sleep, but quickly erased that thought.

"I told Kaz about her, just to be safe."

That made her breath halt, while her heart started beating harder. Kaz knew she's back? Did he knew before she saw him? Y/N started to feel the panic that visited her before returning and she braced herself with a wall beside her. She became oblivious to her surroundings, focus hooked on their voices. Nina's next sentence calmed her enough that her breath reborned again. He didn't know she is here. He must have thought it's just a random person on a business, probably at some disctrict by now, closing of a deal. That relaxed her a bit, but it didn't last long. If he didn't know then, he definetely knows now. Kaz saw her, Y/N saw him, they looked in each other's eyes, she even said his name, only confirming it was indeed real and not a dream.

Or rather nightmare.

In the next few minutes she found out Jesper worked for him and she felt the panic only getting bigger. Kaz must've found out about Rollins and wanted them all dead. She couldn't blame him for that, she wished that too, but she became now afraid of sleeping inside Kaz's former employee's house. The fear of being killed in her sleep reminded itself on her mind and got bigger. They talked more then, but Y/N ran upstairs, only the bed could help her now. She closed the door and sat on the matress. She still quite couldn't believe he's alive. She knew that when Rollins took all of the victim's money, they probably died of hunger, thirst or an illness. He survived, maybe Jordie did too. And they were still stuck in this horrible city. They made it.

Suddenly, Y/N felt an urge to see him again. She needed to see them alive, breathing, talking. She wanted to hug them tightly, apologize for everything her play family has done. She wanted to ask him about everything, how they survived, what has happened after they went broke. Mostly, she needed to hear his voice, saying her name, her real name this time, she needed to feel him, his hands around her as they hugged, his breath on her neck, his lips on her forehead, she needed every part of him, tonight. Y/N got up rapidly, walking in the clouds to quiet her thoughts, screaming at her to find him. She began to form a plan just to see him. After the house falls asleep, she will sneak out, go to the club and find Kaz. The idea of seeing him again brought her a surprising amount of happiness she haven't felt in a while, but with happiness there was a worry he isn't that excited to see her. She hushed the worry away, looking at the positive for once, after all, it's what he used to tell her.

She rested on her bed, pretended to be asleep for a long time, until Nina came and checked on her. She probably thought she's asleep, because she heard the door shut not long after they opened. Y/N got up after a while, being sure everyone dozed off. She grabbed her black hood she used to disguise herself on every job and walked towards a window. It was higher than she presumed to be before she looked out, but it wasn't really a problem. Once she made her way down, she started to go back the way Jesper and her came here. It was late at night, but she knew brothels and clubs were at their most busiest hour.

Y/N stayed in the shadows when she passed the Kaelish Prince building and walked over the East Stave. She wondered around for a long time she began to give up on the Crow Club and cursed herself for pretending that she knew where that was earlier. She took a turn left, tiredness eating her whole, when she saw it. An entrance with a black crow inside a black circle. If that wasn't it, The Barrel had a bird fetish to name their clubs after them. Y/N observed the building and went to find a way in without going through the entrance. She didn't like being seen and rather found a small hole where she would go unnoticed. The girl saw an opened a window high up, and decided that would be her way in. She learned to climb on this job early and used it often.

She clunged to the wall next to her entrance. Her feet silently dropped in without wasting time and soon she was standing on a low pile carpet, very different than the one in the merchant's house. She straighten her spine slowly, reassuring no one is in the room. She looked around the room, small with a table and chairs, and a map of Ketterdam hunged on the wall. She wanted to examine it closely, but a door opened when she made her first step.

Y/N wasn't ready to see him. She thought she might prepare for it more, but when she saw his surprised face staring back at her, she realized she could never prepare for seeing him again. Then they stood like statues, similary to how they stood in The Emerald Palace hours ago. She didn't even realize how late it actually was. He moved his eyes all over her body and she watched their every move, while trying to move. She didn't want to be interrupted like they were before, so she had to move, quickly. After she felt her body shift forward she began walking to him, wanting to close the space between them.

"Kaz." she said and almost gave away her desperation for him. Her body was closing the gap quickly, but a sharp pain threw her on the side and against a wall. She looked at her chest due to a force pushing in and was met a with golden crowhead. As her eyes made their way up, she saw his face, less surprised, however, and more angry. Y/N opened her mouth and her breath escaped through. She felt like she wanted to say something, but her mind was busy reading from his look and couldn't form a word. He was mad at her, that's what she could desipher, but she didn't know why he attacked her. She leaned her back more into the wall and her hand pushed the crow head off her chest. She then reached out her palm to touch his face, maybe to calm him down, but was stopped by his hand squeezing her wrist tightly. He forced his walking stick onto her neck, shoving her onto the wall once again and started chocking her. That shocked her. She fought for her breath, but he was only pushing harder, making her light headed. She was running out of patience and it was being replaced by anger. If he was so mad, they can just talk, no need for him to choke her.

She kicked her knee up, striking him in the stomach. His hands pushed back and she spinned his cane vertically, getting off the wall. Before she could act, a hard object hit her in the jaw and she stumbled to the side. Another hit was coming, but she caught the crow before it made contact with her face and pulled it towards her. Kaz made a few steps forward unwillingly and Y/N used it to punch him. She didn't wish to hurt him, but he wouldn't listen to her, so she had to make him. She threw her hand forward, but Kaz dodged her punch, but Y/N didn't wait and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pushing him to a wall. He hit his head and without his cane, he was off balance. She came to him to throw the last hit, but he caught her hand and spinned it behind her back. She let out a groan before her face was pushed against a table.

Y/N tried to stand up, but every time her face lifted off the table, he hit her against it again, harder. When she imagined feeling his hands, she didn't expect this. She tried standing up one more time and this time she wasn't met with anything pushing her back down, she stumbled back. Kaz stood on the other side of the table, hands supporting him, his head low. She looked at him, feeling the side of her head throbbing, a hot liquid coming down her face. That went great for a reunion.

"What are you doing here?" he mumbled, his voice rough and full of hate. It was the first time she heard him speak and it gave her goosebumbs, it sounded nothing like the old Kaz. The question flew over her head, she shook her head:"You're alive...". He looked up from the table and she had goosebumbs once again. He was threataning, like his eyes could shoot poison and watch her slowly die. Now she was the one to lay her eyes on his body, on every piece and imperfection she could find. "Do I look alive?" he said once her eyes were drowning in his again and it made her eyebrows connect. What did he meant by that?

"What are you doing here?" he said again. Y/N couldn't answer reasonably, only say the absurd reason she snuck out of a mansion to wander around The Barrel, desperate to find The Crow Club. "I came to see you." she almost whispered, still taken aback by his appereance. It reminded her of Rollins somehow, and that scared her to the core. Kaz chuckled, but in no way it sounded funny. He pushed himself off of the table and began to walk around it and towards her. She took a few steps back before realiting what she was doing, so she stopped. He walked slowly and paused in front of her, not very close, but it still intimitaded Y/N. She noticed his gloved hands, curious why he wore them inside. She quickly looked back in his eyes, as if he commanded her to do so.

"Well, here I am. Here's what you did to me."

Y/N knew both of them changed over the years, she was expecting it, but she could still find similarities between her younger self and her now, but in his case, there was none. The boy that brought her a single flower everyday he visited and that gave her a bracelet made out of his clothes was now making her afraid and hurting until blood shows up. No, he didn't look alive.

He was very much dead.

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CHAPTER 76 // ALL EYES ON YOU

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He sighed, looking over Boone’s work once more before stepping in front of (F/N), “You got this?”

“You know I do,” she said, barely casting him a glance as she pressed a pair of pistols to her side and Boone tossed her back her leather jacket.  

“Just checkin’,” he hummed, fixing her hair before flinching back. 

In less than an instant, she’d switched on Ghost mode and that look was back in her eye. The look that scared him to death—the look that had saved his life. 

“I got a love-hate relationship with that damn look,” he muttered, earning himself a chuckle from her before he pulled her into a hug. He felt her relax in his arms, holding him tightly as he whispered in her ear, “Be careful.” 

“Always am.”

“Bullshit.” Duke pulled away from her, forcing her to look at him, “(F/N), I’m serious. Be careful.”

She sighed with a nod, “I will be.”

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[tripthelight-fanfic]

Upgrades (Danny Wagner Imagine)

Taglist:  @flowervanfleet @weightofdreams-gvf @sierraahhhh @stardustschords @amourleger @ageofsewingmachine@theweightofstardust @samkiszkabreakmyback @prettyintopeerpressure @greta-flanveet  @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw​ @the-chaotic-cow​ @ghostly-luck​ @mywaysooon​ @tlexx​​ @screechesincoherently​ and potentially you, just lmk!

Request: Are you taking requests? If you are can you write a hurt-comfort fluffy fic with literally any of the boys it’s up to you lmao

(A/N): Hey squad I’m home for thanksgiving and I have actual paid work I should be doing in this moment but what am I doing instead? Writing Danny Wagner fluff? Yup. I can’t help it, it’s Wagner Wednesday...

Okay, so this request was a bit vague (which honestly I’m rockin with) so I decided to mix it with another idea I had based off this meme I saw on Instagram.

This won’t be a super angsty hurt/comfort, since the anon specified fluffy it’s gonna remain a bit more lighthearted than some of my other fics of this sort. I feel like this idea could’ve worked for anyone in the band but I have such a soft spot for Danny I couldn’t resist writing him again. I also could just see him getting caught doing something this wholesome at a rager. So enjoy!

And if you celebrate Thanksgiving, have a happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!

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You were doing everything you could to keep your cool, but your panic was becoming apparent to everyone around you.

You were attending an old college friend’s birthday party, and had brought along your boyfriend Danny. He had met your college friends once before in a bar but when the birthday invitation came around it included a scribbled in “+1” so Danny tagged along. 

He didn’t mind at all, it was actually refreshing to party with a completely new crowd than the one him and the Kiszkas usually ran with. Even better, one that had no idea who the fuck he was. It was like a breath of fresh air. But within a few hours, you were experiencing anything but that.

While you had gotten wrapped up on the dance floor with your friends, you had lost track of Danny. It’s not that he doesn’t dance, or that he can’t dance, he just doesn’t love dancing in public. When he has you at home he’ll twirl you around the room in a giggly waltz. But that’s not the scene here, so he let you have your fun and wandered a bit to mingle.

A situation that has historically not bode well for you. See, the last serious long-term boyfriend you had was in college and, as your friends around you could attest to, it hadn’t ended well. In fact, it had ended at a party much like this one, where you had similarly lost track of your man’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, you eventually found him with his head buried between a sorority girl’s legs in a spare bedroom. And that was that. Relationship over, trauma endured. You really didn’t even think about it anymore, until all the details fell into place before your eyes and you noticed the deja vu.

“Guys, where’s Danny?” You stopped suddenly, reaching out to place an arm onto two different friends’ shoulders. “Has anyone seen Danny recently?”

Most of the heads in the group start turning to scan the room frantically, while the birthday girl looked on with sad eyes. “Y/N, he’s probably-“

“I just want to find him, okay? I want to know where he is and what he’s doing right now, is that okay?” You snapped, making your friend frown. You frowned back, “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that.”

She sighed and rubbed your shoulder, “I know, and you didn’t deserve what happened to you. Danny doesn’t seem like that kind of guy though.”

Just as she finished talking, another girl poked her head into the conversation and said, “Yeah he’s definitely not in this room. He didn’t go home did he?” Your friend swatted her arm in warning before turning back to you, eyes glossy with unshed anxious tears.

She took your hand, “Okay, let’s go find him.”

With your friend by your side, you walked the outside perimeter of the property checking each smoke circle closely, and searched the basement, where you were able to find a few couples hooking up but thankfully none with the curly raven locks you were looking for.

Finally, you and your friend stood at the base of the stairs, and your hands were shaking. “I can’t go up there. Even if it’s true I can’t see it again. I just can’t.” She nodded in understanding, eyes in a confusing cross between concerned and reassuring as she ascended up the stairs.

“I’ll go look. Go in the kitchen and take a shot, alright hon? Everything’s gonna be okay.” She called over. You nodded and turned in the direction of the kitchen.

Where you were shocked to find your boyfriend alone. Towering over a crock pot.

You felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders as you leaned against the counter and cleared your throat. Danny jumped a bit and turned around, face absolutely lighting up when he saw you.

“BABE! Look, they have a whole crock pot full of just Buffalo wing dip! C’mere!” As you got closer you could see the familiar red tinge in his eyes and the familiar smell on his flannel and suddenly you knew exactly what your boyfriend had been up to while you were dancing.

You couldn’t help but wrap your arms tightly around his waist and bury your face into his chest for a deep breath as relief washed over you. Danny looked down at you with knit brows, genuinely confused.

“Babe, chicken wing dip, open up!” You pulled back to see Danny holding a chip loaded up with the dip in front of your face. You chuckled at him and took the bite, trying as best you could to get the whole chip in your mouth. Danny took whatever you couldn’t fit and shoved it in his own mouth, licking his thumb clean of whatever spilled off. He smiled like a little kid looking down at the crock pot and you couldn’t help but beam up at him.

His eyes catch yours and he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “What’s on your mind, babe? Enjoying the party?”

“I love you.” You blurted out.

You felt Danny stiffen a bit in surprise around your arms, leaning in a bit as if he might have misheard you. “You what?”

You leaned your head back and laughed. “I love you, you absolute buffoon.”

He wrapped his arms around you too and craned his neck down to press his forehead against yours, “Well I love you too. More than any crock pot full of dip.” You smiled up at him and pressed a kiss onto his lips that soon got shortened by Danny’s train of thought.

“This stuff really is like crack though, do you think we could find the person who made it and ask for a recipe?” He continued, looking down at you hopefully.

You giggled against him, closing your eyes. “Danny I think it’s a pretty simple recipe, I’ll learn how to make it for you I promise.”

Danny grinned even wider, which you didn’t believe to be possible. “I love you so much.” And he started pressing kisses all over your face while holding you tightly in his arms, making you giggle and squirm against him.

In the doorway, the birthday girl stood watching on with a smile. She had obviously come to report that none of the people hooking up upstairs were your boyfriend, but clearly you already knew that, so she left to return to the dance floor.

The next morning, you woke up in Danny’s arms and your heart fluttered as you thought about how the night before, at least briefly, you weren’t sure you’d feel this feeling ever again. You rolled over in his arms and pressed a soft kiss onto the top of his nose. He wrinkled it slightly at the sensation, making you giggle.

Eyes still closed, the corners of his lips curled up slightly at the sound. His favorite alarm in the world. “Good morning.” You breathed over to him. He whispered the sentiment back to you as he rolled onto his back and reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey guess what?” You egged on.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Danny’s hands stilled against his eyes and a fully-fledged grin spread across his face. He immediately rolled back over to wrap his arms tightly around you and shove his face against your neck. “Mmmmmm I love you too, baby.”

He simply held you like that for a few minutes before piping up again, “So was it the Buffalo dip that got you feeling sentimental last night or…?” You shook with laughter against Danny and he couldn’t help but let out a few shakes himself. “No, really. You’d never said that before and while I obviously feel the same, I’m just curious.”

Your heart rate picked up a bit when you realized where this conversation was going. You pulled back a bit to face Danny, running a hand down his face into his hair where you fiddled with the ends. “There’s something I never told you… about how my last relationship ended…” You looked down from his gaze to your fingers twirling his curls into ringlets. He could tell you were nervous but he let you continue.

“The last guy I really dated was back in college, right? And we, um… we were at a party not unlike the one last night. And… I lost track of him. Couldn’t find him for like almost an hour and then when I did…”

Your brows knit as you looked down at your hands, desperate to avoid Danny’s eyes that you just knew were flooding with compassion. “He was with another girl. Well he was… he was inside of another girl. And I know it’s stupid but when I couldn’t find you last night…”

“You thought I had done the same.” He finished, in a slightly defeated tone that made your eyes flash up to his and your hands fly up to his face.

“Listen, Danny, I didn’t get scared because I actually thought you would do that to me, I got scared because the last time I was in that situation it happened and it hurt me badly. Of course I trust you and I know you respect me, but walking into that kitchen after looking around for you and finding you fawning over some fucking chicken, cream cheese, and hot sauce in a pot…” Danny chuckled and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face mid sentence, “It became so clear to me that I’m stupid in love with you.”

Danny pressed his nose to yours, “Your ex sounds like a jackass.” He said, making you giggle again. “And I am madly in love with you too, pretty girl. You and you alone.” He pressed a sweet peck onto your lips and pulled you in tighter.

“Is that really all it is? Chicken, cream cheese, and hot sauce? I swear it tasted like fucking heaven last night.”

You shoved Danny away playfully, getting up from bed in a dramatic huff with a joking smile on your face. “Go ahead. Run off and be with your true love, chicken wing dip.”

Danny leaned up and snatched you right back down into the bed, arms racing across your body to tickle around your torso, making you thrash around and scream with laughter. “No, no, no, no, no. You are definitely my true love. Nothing tops you, baby. Not even dip.”

You smiled up at him as his fingers finally stilled, huffing in a breath. “Good. Nothing tops you either.”

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No Scrubs

Well a scrub checkin' me, but his game is kinda weak

And I know that he cannot approach me

'Cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash

Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: You try to keep Steve from dying of boredom at an Avengers charity gala.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, public sex), little bit of a fight, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: My official entry for @cockslut-padalecki’s “Not My Ninth” challenge!! My prompt was No Scrubs by TLC and Charity Gala. I picked our boy Steve for this one, but like post Avengers pre Winter Soldier Steve. Also, is Thor the best wingman? I feel like I’ve been using him in this role a lot. Happy 9K babe!

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Steve had never felt so uncomfortable in his life.

He hated talking about himself normally, and having to parade around in front of a bunch of rich people was a special kind of torture. But Tony was insistent that the whole team had to be there, and it was for a good cause so he couldn’t say no without being a complete asshole.

He downed the rest of his champagne as some other billionaire asked him the same damn question about how different things were for him now, how much he must miss the 40s, like the war was some golden age of Americana. He just smiled and gave the same polite answers he’d been giving all night, wishing he was able to get drunk. Maybe Thor had snuck in some mead, that could usually do the trick.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Captain Rogers, but Mr. Stark sent me to come find you. Something about the silent auction.”

Steve felt his face relax as he turned to look at you, his breath coming out in a deep sigh. You looked amazing in your silver gown, all shimmery and gauzy.

“Sorry folks, duty calls.” He said with a shrug as he followed you away from the stuffed suits. “What does Tony want? I don’t have anything to do with the auction.”

“Yeah, I know, but your jaw was clenched so hard I was worried you were gonna snap something, so I figured I’d come rescue you.” You said, grinning over your shoulder at him.

“God, you’re the best.” He sighed, following you to the bar and leaning against it as you ordered yourself a cocktail.

“I know, right? You want anything?”

“Not unless Thor snuck anything in. It’s only been an hour and I’m this close to ramming my head through a wall.”

“Sorry Cap, I hate these things too but it comes with the territory.” You said with a shrug, sipping on your Manhattan as you turned to face him. “Now, lets go find our Asgardian friend. As your handler, I can’t have you destroying property out of boredom, and I’m pretty sure I saw that giant sipping from a contraband flask a little earlier.”

He grinned as he moved to follow you, weaving through the crowd as you expertly turned away the whales that kept trying to approach him. You were his fifth handler since the battle of New York, and the only one that had lasted longer than a week. Mostly because you didn’t actually try to handle him, just let him be Steve and deal with any PR fallout that came with that. It helped that you had an easygoing nature that he found endearing, and you could always make him laugh. The fight you’d gotten into with Tony about changing his suit had really done it for him though, he hadn’t seen anyone make Stark back down so fast.

“Odinson!” You shouted, beaming once you found the massive blonde. He’d been cornered by a group of old blue hairs who were tittering and trying to touch his biceps. “Sorry ladies, the god of thunder is needed elsewhere, auction business.”

They all made sounds of disappointment as you extracted the relieved looking god from the group of old biddies, pulling him away towards one of the empty corners of the ballroom.

“What is this auction you speak of?” Thor asked once the three of you were separated from the crowd.

“A clever ruse, my good friend.” You said with a smirk. “You’re welcome by the way. The Captain here is on the verge of committing violent acts out of boredom, and expressed a desire to get drunk.”

“Yes, thank you Y/N.” He said with a grin. “I don’t think I can help the Captain with his problem though, maybe he should head to the bar.”

“Oh, you can’t help?” You said cocking your eyebrow at him before shoving your hand inside his tux jacket and pulling out a silver flask. “What’s this then?”

Steve chuckled as Thor tried to stammer out a reply as you just shook your head and tutted at him, handing Steve the flask.

“Listen, just be a good boy and share. Now, I need to go to the ladies room but if any of these rich assholes tries to come bother you again, just start talking about the horrors of war, and get graphic. They hate that shit.”

Steve handed Thor back the flask after taking a sip, already staring to feel a bit of a tingle in his fingers.

“That woman is not to be trifled with.” Thor said appreciatively as he took a swig, handing it back to Steve. “Have you slept with her yet?”

Steve choked on the mead, his eyes bugging out of his head as he tried to cough up a lung and Thor clapped him on the back, scolding him for wasting good liquor.

“Jesus, Thor! What are you talking about? I don’t want to sleep with Y/N!”

“Oh my god, you midgardians and your hang ups. Your hormones spike every time your around her, it’s very distracting.”

“What?!?! How do you know that?” Steve loosened his tie a bit as he felt himself starting to warm up, telling himself it was just from the booze.

“I’m not just the god of thunder, I’m a fertility god.” He said with a grin. “And every time you two are near each other, it’s like being around a couple of rabbits in the spring.”

“Oh god, please stop.” Steve said as he ran his hand over his face in embarrassment.

“No you stop. We’re in a hotel, just get a room and , what’s the phrase I’m looking for ‘fuck her brains out’.”

“Jesus Christ, who taught you that? Never mind, I know it was Tony.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at Thor as he gave him a wicked grin.

“Oh no.” Thor said suddenly, looking over Steve’s shoulder towards the ballroom.

“What now?” Steve said with a heavy sigh, turning to follow his line of sight to where you were standing, talking to an unsteady looking man in a sloppy tux. “Rumlow.”

“Yes, apparently your STRIKE team leader has been sniffing after your handler for months.” Thor narrated, leaning against one of the columns and taking another pull from the flask. “She’s always rebuffed him, though. I don’t think he’s ever tried when he’s drunk before. Wait, Rogers!”

Steve ignored him as he strode towards you, growling under his breath and loosening his tie even more as he watched Rumlow wrap his hand around your bicep and yank you towards him. Steve was close enough to see you roll your eyes, but couldn’t hear what you said to the man as he wrapped his other arm around your waist and smashed his mouth against yours.

“Hey!” Steve shouted, his brow furrowed as Brock pulled his face away from yours to see what the interruption was about.

You took your chance and head butted him, a curse leaving his mouth in a hiss as he released you. You gripped his left wrist around his thumb and drew it back hard, smirking when you felt a snap at the same time you drove you fist into his ribs.

Steve had to pull you off him as you started beating him with your clutch, opening it up at the same time to search for your brass knuckles.

“You don’t fucking touch me, you goddamn sloppy deadbeat motherfucker!” You screamed as Steve carried you away from the main floor, your limbs flailing as you tried to charge back at Rumlow. “Learn to tie a fucking tie you cocksucking son of a bitch.”

Steve did his best not to crack up at the shocked looks the blue bloods were giving you, a chorus of offended gasps following the two of you as you released a steady stream of profanity. He pushed open the doors to the balcony with one hand as he kept his other hand wrapped tightly around your waist as you were still trying to squirm free.

“Damn it, put me down Rogers! I’ll kick your ass too!” You hissed, turning to swat at his chest.

“Okay, okay, Jesus Christ!” He said as you started to kick him, catching him in the shins a couple of times. “Ow.”

“You’re fine.” You said with a shrug, taking a couple deep breaths to calm down.

“Yeah, well Rumlow definitely isn’t. Who gave you brass knuckles?” He said, pulling the weapon out of your clutch.

“Nat did. And it’s not like I even got to use them on that asshole.”

“Yeah but you would’ve.” He said, shaking his head as he handed them back to you. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

You just snorted as you shoved the knuckles back into your clutch, leaning your back against the railing.

“Good.” He mumbled, suddenly not knowing what to say to you.

You somehow looked even better after your altercation. Your hair was a wild tangle now, loose strands blowing in the breeze. Your lips were swollen from the unwanted kiss, and Steve could feel the heat coming off you as your chest heaved with deep breaths. He hissed through his teeth when he noticed the torn skin on your knuckles.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re bleeding.” He growled, grabbing your hand to inspect the damage.

“Huh, guess so.” You said, watching him through your lashes as he brought your hand closer to his face.

You felt your breath hitch as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand softly, his brow still furrowed with worry. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from the fight, but all you could think about just then was sucking on his thick fingers.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You must have zoned out for a second.

“You sure you’re ok?”

“I’m great.” You said, your voice a little squeakier than you would’ve liked.

He took a step closer to you and you gasped, suddenly feeling very light headed as you felt a rush of slick flood your panties. His hand left yours and moved to cup your cheek, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip where you had it pressed between your teeth.

“I think I’m gonna kiss you now.” He muttered, his eyes boring into yours, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Good.” You whispered.

His mouth devoured yours, his teeth pulling your lips open so he could slip his tongue inside, curling it against yours as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed you against him. You moaned as you felt his cock hardening against your abdomen, your pussy throbbing with need as he ground himself into you.

He started to sink to his knees and you followed him, your mouth still pressed to his desperately. His hand moved from your waist to dig under your skirt and he let out a growl when he brushed his fingers against your core, pressing them against the soaked silk of your panties.

“Fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.” He grumbled, his lips still pressed to yours. “Wanna see if you taste as good as you smell.”

“Oh god, Steve.” You moaned as he hooked his fingers through the side of your panties and ripped them off you, the elastic snapping against your skin and a shove going up your spine as the night air cooled the wetness between your thighs. “Do it.”

He grinned and gave you a quick peck on the lips before he started to move his mouth down your throat. His hand between your legs started rubbing you in big slow circles as he laid you down, putting just enough pressure on you that you were quickly turning into a wriggling mess.

“Hold still, honey.” He ordered, pulling the sleeves of your dress down just enough that your breasts could pop out, your nipples pebbling in the chilly air. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

“Fuck.” You moaned as he dragged his tongue over your nipple in a heavy stripe before flicking it softly. Your hands dug in his hair as he sucked and licked at it, just barely brushing it with his teeth until it was raised to an overly sensitive peak before he moved to the other nipple and repeated the process, making you whine.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he pressed a soft kiss to each breast before moving his face between your legs. His hand was making soft wet sounds now as he kept rubbing your sex, and he groaned when he removed it to take a good look at you.

“Fuck if that ain’t the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He murmured as his lips brushed over your inner thigh.

Your cunt was pulsing with need under his gaze, your plump folds swollen and flushed with heat as he watched you clench around nothing. Everything between your legs was coated in a thick layer of your arousal, and he bit his lip as he watched even more leak out of you.

“I bet I could make you cum with almost nothing, sweetheart.” He teased as he nipped at the soft skin of your inner thighs, inching closer to your pussy before moving away again.

“Steve, please!” You whined, trying to arch your back into his face as you tugged on his hair.

He just grinned before pressing his tongue over your pussy and swirling it through your folds. He had to press his palms down on your hips to keep your body from curling back on itself as he ran his tongue over your sex, lapping at your pussy like his was the first meal he’d had in weeks.

“God you taste so good.” He murmured as he gazed at you through his lashes. “Like fucking peaches.”

You sobbed as he thrust his tongue inside you at the same time his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, making you come immediately. He curled his tongue inside you as your release flowed into his mouth, moaning into your pussy as you spasmed against his face.

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps as you came down, your muscles still twitching randomly as aftershocks shook through your abdomen. He grinned as he sat up over you, undoing his tie before moving to take off his belt as you writhed underneath his gaze. Your brain finally reset and you sat up between Steve’s legs, nuzzling yourself into his neck as you worked to unbutton his shirt.

“You back, honey?” He chuckled as you ran your teeth over his collarbone, dipping your hands under his shirt to press against his chest. “I was a little worried.”

“You’ll find I’m extremely resilient, Steve.” You murmured before sinking your teeth into his pec as you started to undo his fly.

“Shit, good to know.” He groaned as you drew his cock out of his pants and gave it a squeeze.

He gripped your chin and drew your face up to his, raising you up to your knees as he gave you a soft kiss. You moved his cock in your hand to line him up with your entrance, teasing his tip against your folds. Steve wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you a bit higher before slowly drawing you down onto his length.

You let out a thin keen as he stretched you open, relishing the sting as your cunt fluttered around him, adjusting to his girth. He rested his forehead against yours as he started moving his hips at a languorous pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He muttered against your lips before moving to bury his face in your shoulder. “So tight and warm and soft.”

You gripped the hair at the base of his neck tightly as his hips started moving faster, slapping against yours. You felt yourself clench around him as he ground against your clit, making you gasp.

“Shit, Steve! Right there!”

“Jesus, already?” He murmured, running his lips over your throat.

“Just... fuck, you’re so big, Steve. Oh my god, I’m cumming.”

He hooked a hand under your ass to keep you from collapsing as your entire body arched violently, almost bending backwards on itself as you swallowed a scream. Your cunt fluttered and spasmed around him as he lifted you to wrap around him, his breath hot against your neck.

“Holy shit honey.” He muttered as he pulled you down against him, making you whimper. “You ok?”

“I’m great. Don’t you fucking stop.” You said, tilting his head back so you could press your mouth to his.

He grinned against your lips as he fucked his hips up into you, keeping his eyes locked on yours as his cock dragged over every inch of you, nudging against your cervix and making your breath hitch.

“Right there?” He asked as you dug your nails into his scalp and bit at his lips.

“Fuck, oh goddamn it, Steve.”

You shrieked into his mouth as you came apart, your muscles seizing as your pussy strangled his cock. His hips stuttered and you were suddenly flooded with warmth, his spend sitting into you and coating your canal in thick white ropes. He sat back on his heels and pulled out of you, and you shuddered as your release squirted all over the front of his pants.

“Shit, did you just squirt honey?” He asked, giving you an appreciative glance as he started to tuck himself back in and button his shirt up.

“I think so. Fuck, that’s never happened before.” You said with a shrug.

“Well, damn baby.” He said as he stood up, offering you a hand to help you to your feet.

“Shit, we’ve gotta go back in there.” You said, running your hand over your face. “Oh my god, Stark is going to kill us. Hold on and give me a second to think.”

Steve just leaned back on the railing and gave a satisfied smile as he watched you pace back and forth, wringing your hands.

“Ok I think I’ve got it, just one second.”

You went to the door and opened it a crack, popping your head through, jumping when you found Thor leaning against the wall right there.

“Hey, Thor. What’s up buddy?”

“Just keeping the other guests from wandering out and seeing you and the Captain humping like rabbits.”

“Appreciate it. We need a distraction though, cuz we’re both a little messy, and I don’t really feel like explaining that to everyone.”

“Got it, what if I blow out the lights in that chandelier?”

“I think that’ll probably work.” You said, giving him a nod before turning back to Steve. “Alright Rogers, we’re making a run for the elevator. Thor, blow it.”

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