#thank you KC so much for helping me out!

[twin-books]

The above piece was a redraw of this old piece for my Fragmented AU. This new piece is a collaboration with @koo1creations​. I did the sketch, she did the line art, I did the coloring, she added the cataclysm effects, I did the rest of the effects. We both really enjoyed making this. I am very grateful to her for helping me make this so I can finally post the second part of the Fragmented AU. If you are curious you can find the second part here: Fragmented AU 1. Where it all began. Yes, it took me one whole year to finally get to this. I was really trying to figure out how I wanted to write this and my antagonist and then life got busy... Anyway, I finally got around to it. Again, I preface by saying this story isn’t meant to have any salt. It is only for pure fun. I wanted a mystery in Miraculous and since the show refuses to give me one, I made one myself. I do try to keep it as canonically accurate as possible but the story does take place between season 3 and 4. Anyway, if you want to know what the drawing is about please enjoy the following. I decided to try something a bit new. I do hope I succeeded.

Adrien Agreste doesn’t remember September 7th. If you had asked him what happened that day he couldn’t tell you. But that doesn’t bother him.

It should, though.

It should because that was the day Ladybug and Chat Noir fought over how he barely showed up for fights anymore. That was the day Chat Noir promised her he wouldn’t miss another fight, another patrol, another moment where she needed him again.

He doesn’t remember that. But Chat Noir does.

Why?

If he had the ability, he would remember that the day started out like any other. He was juggling going to school, piano practice, private lessons, fencing, and modeling all at once. It was at night where it all went wrong. In his scramble to get things done he missed yet another important akuma battle. Ladybug had to bring in another 5 heroes and even then, still barely managed without him. They all needed training. Training she didn’t have time for. It was too much for her to handle. Between that and her responsibilities as the new guardian, she lost her cool.

When he showed up late, again, she ripped into him. Of course, she didn’t truly mean every single word she said and immediately apologized afterwards. But the damage was done. He knew he hurt her and he knew he had to fix it. So he promised he will always be there when she needs him. She appreciates the sentiment but knows he can’t keep that promise. He would prove her wrong.

When he heads home that night his chest is burning with anger. He is mad at himself for failing Ladybug. He knows he could do better.

He is so stuck in his own head that he fails to notice the small black cat following him.

Had he noticed, he may have been able to observe how it moved. It was like a glitch. Like some sort of extra in a video game missing a few frames in its walk cycle. It sucks in the light around it as it travels forward, the area around it almost appears blurry.

It's careful in its illogical movements. It stalks behind him, maintaining a safe distance. Its tail is wiggling and its eyes are fixated on Chat.

It’s hunting.

When it meows, Chat jumps in surprise and then turns to it. It is sitting still. Those visual glitches are no longer a problem with it frozen in place so Chat doesn’t notice a thing. He carefully approaches. Its pupils grow wider as a result. It’s clearly excited. “Hey there little guy...” Chat says, crouching down in front of it, only an arm’s length away. “What are you up to?” It doesn’t move. “I bet you’re doing great compared to me.” Chat falls to the ground, sitting crossed-legged. He sets his elbow on his knee and rests his head in his hand. “I can’t seem to do anything right.” He sighs. “Or nothing I want to do right.” He reaches his hand out to pet the cat’s head. When Chat looks away it leans into the pet. Chat is no longer paying attention to it, absentmindedly petting it as he rambles on about the earlier day events. “I just want to make it up to her! I wish I could be both Chat Noir and Adrien.” Another sigh escapes him. “You’re so lucky all you have to do is hunt mi-” He’s cut off by a sharp pain shooting up his arm. He lets out an agonizing cry. It feels like venom is shooting through his veins. His reaction time is quick and he rips his arm away from the cat. Or, at least, he thought he did. It takes him a little longer to realize the cat’s jaw is still clamped onto his hand, somehow holding him in place, and its grip is getting tighter. He watches in horror as spines protrude from its tail, flesh falling off to give way to them. It is accompanied by the loud cracking and twisting of its spine. It’s a sound that makes Chat want to gag. His eyes grow wide as he quickly stands up trying to shake it off. It somehow pulls its whole body forward with pure muscle power and digs its claws into his arm, its tail wrapping up and around the rest of his arm, the spines digging through his suit and into his skin.  How? How is it doing that? That shouldn’t even be possible! His suit is made of magic! Unless... It’s made of magic too. He notices that somehow, even with its jaw firmly locked onto his hand, its lips begin to melt away, making it appear like it’s smiling as wide as the Cheshire cat. There’s a loud crack. A bright green, electric like energy manages to escape through the gaps in its teeth and skin. That’s when it occurs to Chat that this is his right hand and the pain shocks him back to reality. “My miraculous!” He screams, slamming the creature into a wall. He continues this several times but its grip only gets tighter. Its teeth sink into his skin, making it feel like it’s hitting bone, as it sets his nerves on fire. He’s only making it angry.  Chat narrows his eyes knowing what he has to do. “Cataclysm.” He growls. The creature suddenly yelps in pain and immediately jumps off Chat, splitting into several smaller versions of itself, each shifting and morphing into incomprehensible shapes. It seems it can no longer hold its more “innocent” appearance.   Chat is quick to take his opening and uses his baton to bat each piece of thing into a wall. It doesn’t put up much of a fight. It seems his cataclysm really frightened it. It quickly sunk into the wall, much to Chat Noir’s shock, forming an exact shadow of him and quickly running off. He begins to chase but only stops when he feels his right hand begin to numb. He looks down to examine it and finds a fracture in his ring with crackling magical energy quickly seeping out. He looks back up to find the creature has disappeared in all the other shadows, masterfully blending in. With his predator out of his sight he grabs his rapidly numbing arm. He then notices that despite just using cataclysm, there is no countdown timer.  He needs to get home. No time is wasted. He makes it to his home and through his bedroom window in what he could have sworn was under five minutes. His hand is shaking now, he can’t seem to control its spasms. His heart is racing a million miles a minute. “Plagg, claws in!” He immediately whispers, afraid of shouting for fear of waking someone. Even in a crisis like this he still can’t get his priorities straight. Almost instantly the rapidly escaping energy is sucked back into the ring as Plagg appears beside Adrien’s head. Slowly the feeling begins to return to his hand but he still can’t seem to stop the shaking. He turns to Plagg and notices how Plagg twitches, similar to Adrien’s hand, as if he can’t control his body either. “Are you okay?” The little cat asks, seemingly unbothered by his own jittering. “Am I okay?” He cries. “Are you?” Plagg looks down at his own paws and notices the way they tremble. His eyes grow wide in horror. “What-What happened?” “I don’t know!” He says in exasperation. He was hoping Plagg would have the answers. He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to ignore the shaking of his hand. This motion gives Plagg a perfect view of the ominous glowing coming from the bottom of his ring. He quickly grabs Adrien’s hand and flips it over to look at his palm. There’s a small fracture  in the band of the ring. “No! No!” “What’s wrong?” “The reason I can’t hold my form is because my magic is seeping into you!” Plagg says. “You aren’t meant to hold this kind of magic without some sort of conduit! If this keeps going this could cause a huge disaster! I’m talking extinction of the dinosaurs' levels of bad!” “What?” “We have to tell Ladybug! I think the grimoire has a page on how to fix this!” “No!” Adrien yells after Plagg before he can escape through a window. “Adrien. This is really, really, really bad. This can’t wait.” “Please. I-,” Adrien is struggling to find the words. He’s ashamed to admit that he just doesn’t want to bother Ladybug again after he let her down earlier. He fears her look of disappointment. “Can’t we just-” He takes a moment to breathe. “Can’t we just figure out what happened first and get our story straight before we bother Ladybug about this?” Plagg’s eyes drift to Adrien’s hand, the convulsions becoming more and more violent as time goes on. Then he looks into Adrien’s shaky eyes. “Adrien…” Plagg bites his lip. “Fine. But let’s make this quick! What do you remember?” “Okay. Cool. So, um…” He hums in thought, trying to go over the events in his mind. “I was heading home and then I stopped for a moment in that alley way. I was trying to figure out how to make it up to Ladybug-” “Not important. Skip to the point where the miraculous broke.” “Right! Sorry.” Adrien pauses for a moment, trying to think it through once more. So much of it didn’t make sense. “I was petting this cat. It looked like a normal cat. But then it bit me. And this cat, this thing, had the jaw strength of a crocodile!” Plagg nods in understanding, showing he’s following along. “It grew spines out of its tail,” He makes a disgusted face as he recalls that memory, “and then wrapped it around my arm and it somehow pierced through my suit. And then I heard this loud crack and saw this bright green light and I just knew… I knew that was the miraculous.” “How?” Plagg gives Adrien a puzzled look, seemingly having a hard time wrapping his head around the scene Adrien is describing. “I don’t know!” Adrien says, continuing on, “I tried slamming it into a wall but that only made it angrier so the only other thing I could think to do was use cataclysm.” He turns to look at Plagg and that’s when energy starts crackling out of the ring again, suddenly sucking Plagg into it with him shouting protests along the way. Adrien jumps back in surprise, staring down at the ring as the energy starts stinging his skin. He can feel his hand going numb again. “Plagg? Plagg! I didn’t say claws out!” He feels his heart rate spiking. Something isn’t right. “Plagg, claws in.” Nothing. “Plagg, claws in!” Nothing. “I said claws i-” He cuts himself off when he sees the black beads suddenly appear one by one, surrounding his hand like a swarm of wasps. Surrounding his ungloved, unprotected hand. “Plagg?” He whimpers. He’s scared now. With nowhere else to go and no magical outfit to protect him from the raw power of destruction it directs its wrath towards Adrien. The black particles seep into his skin causing unimaginable pain as he falls to his knees. “Plagg, claws out or in or whatever! Please, Plagg!” He begs, but the pain only gets worse. He’s not escaping this. He quickly rips the ring off, in a futile attempt to stop it. He tosses the ring aside and lets it slide under his dresser. Too late. Tears pour down his cheeks as he screams in agony. He cannot hear the shouts from Nathalie or his father. They are asking if he is okay, what is going on? Cracks similar to the one his miraculous bears begin to form in his skin, followed by violent magical energy trying to escape through them. He’s consumed by the rapidly escaping magical light as two pairs of panicked footsteps can be heard racing towards his room. “Adrien!” When the door is slammed open that light is already gone. Adrien is curled up in a ball on his bedroom floor. His eyes are squeezed shut. He is no longer screaming. Nathalie races over to him while Gabriel looms in the doorway. “Adrien! What is going on? Are you okay?” She helps him up and onto his bed. He’s silent. The silence is deafening. Gabriel steps forward. “Adrien. It’s the middle of the night.” He says, sternness in his tone. He eventually lets out a sigh. “Why were you screaming?” “I’m sorry…” Adrien says, shaking from a lingering unknown fear. “I don’t know. I don’t know!” He can’t remember! Why can’t he remember? What happened? What happened? Adrien begins to sob. Nathalie pulls Adrien into a tight hug while Gabriel clenches his fists and turns to leave. “Gabriel.” Nathalie says, calmly. “He needs you.” Gabriel stops and looks back at Nathalie. “You look like you have it handled.” He says and takes his leave. Nathalie’s grip on Adrien gets tighter. He can tell she’s angry but she would never say that. Instead she rubs his back. “Shh…” Her tone is soothing and brings his pulse back down to a normal pace, “It will be okay, Adrien. I’m right here.” It takes a while to calm him down but eventually Nathalie can finally lay Adrien to rest in his bed. “Call if you need anything.” She whispers to him. Once she has made sure all his fear is silenced she heads for the door. “Good night, Adrien.” He feels so tired. He pulls the sheets over his head, shielding his eyes from any light that comes from the moon and the stars. He can no longer remember why he was so upset. He eventually succumbs to sleep, unable to notice yet another sudden bright light that fills his room for merely a second. Chat Noir is now standing in the middle of his room. Chat looks around in confusion before fleeing out the window. He’s in a bit of a daze. Wasn’t that Adrien Agreste’s room? Why was he in Adrien’s room in the middle of the night? What happened? He can’t remember.

#Fragmented AU #TB's art #digital art #KC's art #ml fan art #ml fan fic #miraculous ladybug #angst #adrien agreste #plagg #there's something wrong with Adrien Agreste #really enjoyed making all of this it was so much fun! #cat miraculous #thank you KC so much for helping me out! #i love you <3 #my art #no salt #slight mystery

[milla-frenchy]

Blackmail

4k5 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Joel Miller Summary: in exchange for his help to let Joel and you out of the QZ, a new soldier, Javier, asks him for something more than just ration cards Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dubcon. Cucking chair, praise kink, oral (f/m receiving), unprotected piv, rimming, anal, threesome, double penetration, creampie a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog Kate, I can't thank you enough for helping me and beta-ing me. Thank you SO MUCH ILY 🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️

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Joel had to go pick up supplies from Bill and Frank. He had started to prepare his equipment for the next evening, and was waiting for the usual guard to give him the agreed Oxy pills. But another guard showed up at the appointment. A new one, arrived in the QZ a few weeks ago. Joel had seen him some times since then, and he didn't like his smugness.

“John was assigned to another position. He told me about you. You’re gonna do business with me, Miller, if you want to get out of the QZ tomorrow.”

Joel frowned. Annoyed by this unexpected situation, and having to deal with a soldier he didn't know, and whose smirk he just wanted to wipe off his face.

“And John thought I would trust a guy who just got here?”

“John and I were together in Kansas City, before he came to Boston. The KC QZ is down now, and I joined him here so that we work as a team like we did there. There are guys like you in every QZ Miller, don’t think you’re the boss.”

Joel smiled and said “you have a big mouth for a new guy. I'll check if John can vouch for you, and we'll do business if everything’s ok. Your name?"

“Javier Peña. Peña, to you” he said with a smirk. Joel thought Peña was an asshole and the worst part was he totally owned it.

Joel handed the usual ration cards to Peña, who laughed at him.

"Oh no. I'm not a softy like John. You’re gonna have to give me more than that if you want to get out.”

Joel’s nostrils wrinkled at this guy’s insolence.

“Your price?”

“Oh, no worries, it will cost you a lot less in resources.”

“Spit it out.”

"Your girlfriend. Tonight," Peña smirked.

Joel grabbed Peña by the throat and pushed him against the wall, but the man pushed him back.

“I saw you walking around with her in the area. You must be proud to walk around with a woman like that. You see I'm nice, it won't cost you anything in ration cards."

Joel smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

“You know Miller, I know enough about you to ruin your life here. Your small domination of the contraband market, if you don't want it to end, you'll have to review your priorities. And your possessions. It's up to you how much you need to get outta the QZ tomorrow night"

Joel was thinking fast. His desire to beat Peña’s face quickly gave way to his concern about rationing. Survival was complicated in the QZ, with Fireflies' bombardments creating a shortage of supplies. He looked Peña in the eye and said, “see you here in 2 hours”

“Sure, Miller,” the man replied with a smirk.

Joel came back to the apartment, you were packing your backpack getting ready to leave for Bill and Frank’s. As soon as he entered, you saw that something was wrong.

“What’s going on?”

“John has been reassigned. A new guard took over. I stopped by at John’s before coming home, the guy is sure”

“Okay, what’s the problem then?”

"His price."

“Damn Joel, we’re almost out of ration cards. How much does he want?”

“He doesn't want cards. He wants… fuck… He wants you. Tonight”

You leaned back in your chair when you heard his words “son of a bitch…”

“We’ll think of something. We'll try to exit through another passage,” Joel said.

"You know we can’t, we already tried. Damn that motherfucker… what did you tell him?”

“That I'll meet him… in an hour now, at the usual rdv point.”

"OK. We’ll go meet him then.” You saw Joel’s look, and you explained to him: “we’ll try to find something else to offer him”

You looked at each other, gloomily. One motherfucker was screwing up your business, asking you the worst possible thing.

When you arrived, Peña wasn't there. Just as you were about to leave, he showed up.

“You make us wonder if you’re serious, Peña. Will you be that punctual when you have to take us out?”

“When I take you out, we’ll be doing business. Here, we lay the foundations, right?”

He turned to you, and looked at you from head to toe.

“You’re pretty, Hermosa. Ready to do business with me?”

“We can offer you pills. Meds. What do you want instead of ration cards?”

“The problem, Hermosa, is that I don’t need any pills or meds. I'm not some junkie guard you can pressure in exchange for his fix. My offer is non-negotiable. Either we agree right now, or you take another path.”

He looked at you, then at Joel, smiled and said “Oh right… there ain't any other paths”

You looked at Joel who was clenching his fists, furious. And you said, “Okay. My terms.”

“Let’s see if you can be reasonable”, Peña replied, smiling

“Our apartment. Joel will be there the whole time. And it will only happen once.”

“Mmmm… I don’t mind the idea of ​​having an audience. But it will be in my apartment, no way I’m going to yours, what if it’s a trap. And it will happen once, okay. Once per exit. If you need to leave the QZ again, the conditions will be the same”

Peña looked at you, then at Joel. “Deal?”

You answered “deal”, with a crestfallen face. Joel nodded, his lips pursed.

"Perfect! Pleasure making business with you!” The soldier was smiling again. 

As you were leaving, you heard him say “Don’t fuck with me Miller”

Neither of you turned around.

You walked home in silence. Once home, Joel let his anger out “No way. No way we’re letting him win this… that… That’s insane. As if you are a fucking commodity”

“Enough Joel”

“Enough? How can you be so calm?”

"We have no choice. Many women go through… this to get resources. I had to do it in the past.”

Your gaze softened when you saw Joel’s expression.

“I’m supposed to prevent this from happening, sweetheart”

“We have no choice, Joel. This bastard got us. But we’ll get out of this. And we’re gonna grab everything we need so we won’t have to go out before this asshole gets assigned somewhere else.”

You arrived at Peña's apartment at the agreed time.

He opened the door, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile on his lips, and you saw him for the first time without his uniform and helmet.

Brown mustache, broad shoulders. Tight black shirt that showed off his biceps. Tight black jeans. Quite a handsome man, you thought. Telling yourself that it would possibly be more pleasant that way, before feeling guilty. 

Joel’s presence made you hope that he wouldn’t behave like a total psycho.

He let you in, and gave Joel a nod, to which he didn’t respond.

A bottle of whiskey and 3 glasses were placed on the coffee table in his living room. His apartment was clean and smelled good. Turning your head to the right, you saw part of his bedroom. His bed with white sheets. Looking good.

You swallowed your saliva, and said “let’s get it over with, Peña”

He smiled at you, and said “Javier for you. Javi even, if we get along”

You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on Joel’s arm, ready to explode.

Javier filled the three glasses and said "let's have a drink, we're not savages."

Javier was enjoying his drink looking at you, smiling.

Joel finished his quickly, tapping the glass against the table to set it down.

You drank yours in one go, in need of liquid courage.

Without taking his eyes off you, Javier told Joel to go and sit in the armchair in his bedroom, near the bed. Joel looked at you then walked towards Javier pointing his finger at him “nothing twisted. You hurt her I’ll tear you apart”

“Relax man. I'm here for her pleasure and mine. I never hurt ladies. Quite the opposite in fact.”

Joel looked at you again and went to sit in the assigned place.

Javier extended his arm in the same direction, smiling at you - without his usual smirk - to invite you to go to the bedroom.

Near the bed, you turned towards him and began to undress.

“Wow wow Hermosa. No rush.”

You stopped your movements and lowered your arms alongside your body, while Javi moved closer to you.

To your astonishment, he caressed your cheek with his hand, and kissed your other cheek delicately. His mustache brushed against your skin, it was silky and didn't sting. He smelled good. 

“You’re beautiful, baby”

You were confused.

“Listen, Hermosa. I’m not a freak. I won’t hurt you. I just want us to have a good time. Not just me, but you too. If you let me take care of you, maybe it will be more pleasant for you, and for me too. And your boyfriend sitting next to you might be able to relax too.”

Your gaze shifted from Javier’s eyes to Joel’s, who nodded. He also thought that it would be more pleasant for you if you could relax.

You thought about the times you had to have sex with men in exchange for equipment, ammo, meds. When you had to look at the ceiling waiting for them to finish, with the urge to vomit at hearing their grunts. And when, disgusted, you did your best to make them cum in your mouth as quickly as possible.

Ok…why not try something else and let him do as he said?

“Can I have another glass of whiskey?” you asked. 

“Of course, Hermosa”. He went to get the bottle and the three glasses, which he filled. You bottomed yours in one go, and said “Ok, Javier” using his first name to try to keep him in this rather… pleasant state of mind.

Joel had his 2nd drink.

Javier didn't.

Javier moved closer to you, unbuttoning your blouse, and brushing his hands over your breasts, going down to each button. You couldn’t help but shiver when you felt his touch, which made him smile.

He pushed aside the tails of your blouse and revealed your breasts in a bra. Their soft plus, spilling out.

“your breasts are beautiful Hermosa”

He took them in his hands gently, stroking their roundness, then slipped his hands behind your back to unhook your bra. He took it off and dropped it to the floor, before taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking it gently, your other breast covered by his warm hand. You moaned and closed your eyes under the effect of his mouth and his tongue. He was good at it. You opened your eyes, looking at Joel, who nodded again, and saw him readjusting in his jeans.

Your attention shifted back to Javier, who was unbuttoning your pants and then tugged them down to the top of your thighs. He slid his hand against your crotch and felt your wetness in your panties. He smiled.

He kissed you, first placing his lips on yours, and pressing your body against his. You felt the bulge of his crotch as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, mingling it with yours. You welcomed him with desire, his actions and words made you forget why you were in this soldier's bedroom, with your partner watching you, sitting in an armchair near the bed.

Javier grabbed the hem of your panties and pulled them down, getting on his knees as he grabbed your pants as well, before removing the entire thing from your ankles.

He looked at you and just when you thought he was going to get up, he ran his tongue over your pussy. You tensed and looked at Joel who had grabbed the arms of the chair. You shook your head “no”, telling him to stay seated.

No man you had to fuck for resources had ever eaten you out. They were there to fuck, and didn't care about your pleasure. This was… new. And even if the intimacy made you uncomfortable, the contact of his tongue was already having its effects.

"You're wet, Hermosa. Good"

And you couldn't help biting your lip and closing your eyes, as he continued to lick you gently, parting your pussy with his fingers so he could push his tongue deeper between your folds.

You put your hand over your mouth, holding back a moan. No one else had made you cum, besides Joel, in years. And you were now standing in front of a man who had blackmailed you, and whom you had met a few hours before.

Javier got up, and asked you in a soft voice to go sit on the bed. Then he took off his shirt, revealing his broad, hairless torso. He was handsome, muscular, but not too much. His broad shoulders made you want to curl up on them like a cat. 

Then he unzipped his jeans.

He approached you and you looked at Joel, who had a less… furious look than you thought. You looked at Javi’s crotch, he was hard. Before you could think about it further, Javi was in front of you.

“I won’t force you to suck my dick. But I really wish you would, when I see those pretty lips. Would you like to pull down my jeans and see if you like my cock enough to?”

Shit… you definitely didn’t expect the evening to go like that.

You placed your hands on his hips, and looked at the bulge that the jeans couldn't hide. He had a big cock. You started to pull down his jeans. He had no underwear. His cock sprang out, pointing up at the ceiling.

“Fuck…”

He smiled and said “come on baby, don’t tell me that this big guy doesn’t have a big cock too. Everything about him exudes cock domination. The big, strong, man everyone is afraid of”. But apparently not Javi.

You looked up at Javier then rolled your eyes.

You looked down at his cock again. Pink. A few veins, including a major one on the side. He was well groomed, his balls firm and… tempting.

The  thickness and length was equivalent to Joel's cock.

You hesitated for one last second then spat into your hand, before grabbing his cock and starting to jerk him off.

Joel in the armchair, was watching you from the side, then his eyes raised towards Javier who was caressing your cheek. His blood, which was boiling with anger, gradually gave way to the excitement. He never thought that would be the case, but seeing you seduced by another man, wanting another man, excited him. He felt more and more cramped in his jeans.

You grabbed Javier by the hips and pulled him closer to you, before running your saliva onto the tip of his cock. You placed your thumb and swirled it gently before starting to jerk him again. Then you brought your tongue closer, and licked his slit, tasting his precum, slightly salty. You moaned and took him into your mouth, gently sucking and licking his tip. His cock felt…good. The more you had his cock in your mouth, the more you salivated. You lowered your mouth to the edges of his tip, licking them with the tip of your tongue, before taking him entirely back into your mouth, this time encircling him with your lips, and starting a back and forth movement where you took him more and more into your mouth.

“Fuck Hermosa you… that’s so good”  Javier hadn't said a word for several minutes, your effect on him was that big.

Your hand that was placed on his hip came down to cup his balls. 

“Damn… you’re gonna kill me”

You were sucking his full length, your nose burying in his pubic hairs. You moaned, having forgotten the situation completely. You moved your mouth up from the base of his shaft to the tip, wrapping your lips around it, then you pulled him out of your mouth.

You couldn't resist tasting his balls. You looked up at him, the tip of your tongue level with the tip of his cock, and gently lowered it down to his balls.

“Mierda…”

You started to jerk him off again, and you licked his ball. Hairless. You felt it rolling under your tongue, before moving on to the second one. You licked them for a long time, moving from one to the other, before taking his cock back into your mouth and sucking his entire length.

Javier’s hands, previously resting on your head without applying pressure, began to press against your temples. He accompanied your movement, moaning, until he said “ok pretty girl, come lie down otherwise I’m gonna cum in your mouth”

You released him, licking his tip one last time, and lay down, looking at Joel. He had unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Hands resting on the arms of the chair.

Javi removed his jeans and came to lie down, his head between your legs. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on you, the taste was delicious”

He parted your folds with his fingers, and without taking his eyes off you he ran his tongue over your wet pussy, from your hole to the clit. You moaned and said “oh god…Javi”, cupping your breasts in your hands. You spread your thighs to give him more access and you heard him say "mmm...you taste so good Hermosa...you're so wet"

You looked at Joel again. He held his cock in his hand and was jerking himself gently. He looked wrecked. He saw your gaze blurring with pleasure, and he gripped his cock tighter, continuing to jerk off.

Javi was still eating you out, running his tongue through your folds, then lingering on your clit. He gently rubbed against the mattress and you heard him moan. You felt his fingers caress your pussy, mingling with his tongue. Then he inserted two fingers into your soaking pussy, focusing on your clit with his tongue.

“I want you to cum on my tongue and on my fingers hermosa. Cum for me, I wanna hear you”

He turned his fingers to find your sensitive spot, you felt an incredible heat and pleasure rising from deep within your insides. He came to place a hand on yours, which was caressing your breasts, continuing to finger fuck you with the other, and to suck your clit with his tongue.

‘Oh Javi… Javi… I’m gonna come. Please continue. Oh my god.. Oh… Javi!!!”

You exploded in pleasure, your stomach tightening in spasms. He continued to suck on your clit gently, then when your twitching subsided, his tongue joined his fingers inside your pussy. He groaned as he licked all your juices.

He then moved away from your crotch, his mouth and chin glistening. He wiped them with the back of his hand, smiling.

"It doesn't surprise me that you want to keep her so much" he told Joel, but without insolence this time.

“I’m gonna fuck you now baby”

He lay down between your legs and took his cock in his hand, before inserting the tip into your pussy. He stopped at the entrance and kissed you languidly, his tongue searching for yours, then sucking it from his lips. While the two of you were still kissing, he slowly pushed in half of his cock, before pulling back and then pushing in again, this time bottoming out.

He groaned and started to fuck you. Slowly and deeply. You felt every nerve rubbing inside you. His rhythm was soft and sensual. He kissed your cheek, and watched you before kissing you again, softly.

Then he said, still looking at you “wanna join us Miller?”

You widened your eyes, before turning your surprised gaze to Joel.

“I can share. I'm sure the two of us would do you even more good. So?" he asked looking at Joel who was looking at you. You swallowed, and nodded at him. Joel waited a few seconds, stunned by the situation. Then he got up and took off his clothes, before moving closer to the bed. Javi pulled out of you, and said “take my place”. You looked at them and felt yourself getting even wetter.

Joel moved between your legs, stroked your hair with one hand, and entered you gently.

“Oh fuck… Joel…”

Joel closed his eyes from the pleasure he felt. Fucking you after Javier woke something animalistic in him. Feline.

His hips thrusts were almost as gentle as those of Javier, who had settled into the chair that Joel had occupied a few minutes before, jerking off.

“Do you like being shared like that hermosa?”

Your eyes locked with Joel's, you nodded “yeah… yeah I love that”

After a few minutes, Javi stood up and said, "on all fours, pretty girl"

Joel got up, and you settled on your hands and knees. Javi came to sit against the headboard in front of you, his cock clutched in his hand.

Joel put his hands on your hips, and thrust into you, picking up a faster pace this time.

You took Javi’s cock in ​​your hand, and began to suck him, to the rhythm of Joel's cock strokes.

“That’s good hermosa… you’re doing so well. Do you like that, having both of our cocks in you?”

You nodded, your mouth full of his cock. You worked hard to suck him deeper and deeper.

Joel groaned as he watched you suck Javi, and he started to fuck you harder. The pace kept you from taking as much of Javi into your mouth as you wanted, causing you to groan at the loss, and you focused on his tip with your tongue.

Joel slowed down and said "you wanna suck him sweetheart? All of him? Go ahead, suck him”

"Come on Hermosa, listen to your man. He wants you to feel good"

You grabbed the base of his cock, and took him back into your mouth, sucking up and down, deeper and deeper each time. Until he held your head with his hand, and told you "keep me warm princess"

Joel stopped and frowned, waiting for your reaction, to see if you wanted to back off or not. You didn't move, and kept Javi's cock deep in your throat until he released you.

“Good girl”, he said. 

You resumed your movement, and that time Joel grabbed your neck, holding you down on Javi's cock back down your throat, which made him smile.

Joel released his grip, but kept his hand on your neck, accompanying your movements.

Joel picked up the pace slightly again, making you moan under his thrusts. He slid his hand up to your clit, and brushed it gently, before rolling it under his finger. You moaned, Javi’s cock deep in your throat for the 3rd time.

“Come on, cum for both of us this time hermosa. Cum with his cock deep in your pussy and my cock in your throat”

Javi's words turned you on to the max, Joel stroked you just right to make you cum, and you moaned during the climax of your pleasure, your nose in Javi's public hair again.

Joel slipped out off you and said "fuck him now sweetheart". Javi slid underneath you to lay down, you took his cock in your hand and pushed him inside you. Both of you moaned.

Joel sat on his knees, staying behind you, and he spread your ass cheeks with his hands to watch Javi’s cock sink into your pussy.

“Fuck baby… I never thought it would turn me on so much to see you take a cock other than mine”

“Yeah baby? You like that?”

“Mmm mmm”

Joel leaned over your ass, and dropped his saliva on it. He placed his thumb on the ring, and began to caress you.

He told you “wanna try more baby”?

You turned to look at him, and said “Yes Joel…. Yeah” You looked at Javi, who said “fuck me…” with a surprised but delighted look.

Joel spread your cheeks, and licked your ass. Dripped saliva on it. Touched it with his thumb. Then he focused his tongue on it, working to roll it against your ring to relax it.

“Do you like it Hermosa? Do you like getting your ass licked?”

“Yeah… fuck… yeah i love that”

Regularly, Joel would pass your thumb over your ass, bringing it in gradually, spreading your buttocks as far as possible. The indecent position excited you immensely, coupled with Javi's cock ravaging your pussy.

“You have lube Peña?”

“Yeah 1st dresser drawer”. Joel went to retrieve it, opened the bottle and took a dab on his fingers, coming to apply it on your ass. His thumb went in easily now.

Javi gave you a boost for a few minutes, before slowing down to let Joel settle in.

“You’re naughty, baby… you know that?”

You licked his lips before biting them gently.

Joel opened the bottle again and applied lube to his cock, then he settled between your legs.

“Ready baby?”

“Yeah… go ahead Joel, fuck me”

"You often take it in the ass?" Javi asked. 

“Yes… but the double, it will be the first time”

“Ok hermosa, you’re in good hands”

Javi stopped, his cock buried in your pussy, letting Joel manage the pace. Joel pressed his cock against your ass, and began to thrust, your ring gently spreading as he went in. 

You felt every inch of your body acclimating to his shaft.

He pushed in slowly, grunting. Before pulling back, and pushing again. He started to move back and forth, until his balls hit against your pussy occupied by Javi's cock.

“Fuck baby… didn’t know you were such a slut.”

Each of them felt the other's cock through the thin wall of flesh.

Your clit rubbed against Javi, you felt your pleasure rising. Joel’s hands were fixed on your waist, Javi’s on your hips. You weren’t moving, letting your body sway according to their movements.

Looking up, you saw that Javi’s gaze was on Joel, watching him with a satisfied smile.

Javi looked down at your jiggling breasts and said, “Cum hermosa. One last time. Squeeze our cocks, make us cum in both your holes”

You kissed him, in a messy way, until your orgasm made you capsize. They gave you time to come back to yourself, then gradually increased the pace, until they were fucking you hard.

Javi said “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna fill your pussy. You have an after pill, Miller?”

“Yeah go ahead. Fill her up”

Javi kissed you passionately until his moans became grunts, and you felt him shoot the jets of cum deep into your pussy. He pulled out, and you heard Joel's panting speed up.

Joel's hands tightened on your hips, and he froze deep in your ass, sending his hot cum deep into your insides.

He collapsed on your back, while you were lying on top of Javi.

Your breathing struggled to calm down.

Then Joel got up, and Javi followed him. 

You laid down on your stomach, and felt their cum dripping from both of your sore and swollen holes.

“Well… you deserve to go out of the QZ tomorrow,” Javi said, smiling.

Part 2

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Hi, can I request maybe one with Travis where he helps the reader pick her outfit for the game ?

You were in your closet, searching through your clothing, growing more irritated with each passing second. You were going to your first Chiefs games after officially going public with Travis, and suddenly your usual jeans and a KC Chiefs sweatshirt wasn't going to cut it.

Travis was one of the best tight ends in the league, but he was also known as one of the best dressed NFL players, and while you liked fashion and enjoyed dressing up, Travis' wardrobe was intimidating to say the least.

"Hey baby, what do you wanna order for dinner?" Travis looked up from his phone to find you sitting on the floor surrounded a bunch of vetoed items. "What are you doing?", he asked with a smile, quickly dropping it when he realized you were not in a good mood.

"I am trying to find an outfit for tomorrow, but there's nothing here that says I'm the girlfriend of the face of the Kansas City Chiefs." Travis held a hand out to you to help you stand up. "Do you want my help?"

"Yes, I would love your help baby." You gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks.

"Ok, show me what you got."

The first piece you held up was a pastel yellow cropped sweater.

He threw a thumb down in disapproval. "Nope."

"Why? I really like this sweater, I wore it on our first date."

"I know. I'm not saying its not good, but you're gonna be in a sea of red. You're gonna stick out like a sore thumb on camera."

"Good point." You threw the sweater onto the ground, starting a "no" pile. "Ok, next piece." You held up a floral blouse, with ruffly sleeves. Travis shook his head, sighing as he leaned his forearms against his thighs.

"Why not this? I wore this to a job interview once, I got the job."

Travis chuckled. "Exactly, this is a football game, not a job interview. You need something that says "I'm having fun", not "I can get your coffee for your, sir."

You giggled, throwing the top to the side. "This is going to be a lot harder than I thought."

30 minutes later, and the "no" pile was about waist high, while you had nothing in the "yes" pile, and nothing to wear to tomorrow's game. "Travis, we're no closer to find my outfit than before you started helping." You blew out a sharp breath to get a strand of hair out of your face. "You're way too picky. I'm just gonna go with my trusty Chiefs hoodie, and call it a day."

Travis stood up, pushing past you to your side of the closet. "I'm sorry, but I just want my baby to look fuckin' hot tomorrow." He pulled a couple of items off the rack, handing them to you. You looked at his choices; a leather jacket, a vintage graphic tee, and a pair of bootcut jeans. You tried them on, admiring yourself in the mirror.

"Ok, so I don't hate it." Travis chuckled, pulling you into his body. "Its all about confidence, babe. Sometimes people say I wear the ugliest outfits, but because I'm confident, I always make it work." You rolled your eyes as he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Why the leather jacket though. Won't I look like I'm trying too hard?"

"You're my good luck charm babe, I need to be able to spot you easily from the field, and this way you'll stay warm. I know how much you hate being cold."

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[kelcemenow]

Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 2.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1661

Warnings Strong language, but not much and a wee bit of flirting.

Huge thank you to the Anon who sent this in! They had such amazing words to say about my writing which I massively appreciate and then to top it off, had an incredible request for me! I only have experience with mechanics in the UK, so I've tried my best with this one! "I just recently got interested in Travis K. X reader stories and wanted to let you know, I read all of yours as quickly as I could. They are so well done and I couldn’t help but laugh/giggle and feel through each word you typed out. You’re doing amazing and I’m so glad to have stumbled onto your page. If you have any space for a request, I’d be curious about what Trav would think about having a military (like fighter pilot) or engineer or mechanic girlfriend. I see a lot of stories with him paired with models/singers/social media individuals (which are phenomenal!) but just wondering how he would be with a more tomboy like girlfriend!"

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

The dialling tone rang loudly in your ear for a few seconds as you wedged the office phone between your head and left shoulder. You typed up a couple of notes on the computer when the other end of the line picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it that Mr Kelce? It's Y/N from KC Auto repairs." You said, checking your notes.

A deep voice laughed, "Hey, yeah it's Travis. You can call me Travis."

"Oh, okay Travis. I had a look at your car and there is a problem with your combustion chamber. You see, vehicles need the right amount of air and fuel to mix and then-"

"Woah woah, you lost me at combustion." Travis said, "Just tell me, is the car a goner?"

You giggled, "No, you just need new spark plugs. It's around $250 including labour."

You could hear him sigh down the line, "Oh! That's fine then, do what you need to do."

"Okay, sure thing. I'll be finished with it by 4pm. Are you able to come and collect around then?"

There was a short silence, "I've got a crazy day. I got a couple of things to figure out first, I don't know if I'll be around."

You checked your schedule in the large leather bound diary in front of you, "Well, I'll be in the shop late working on some other cars, so if you drop by anytime before 7, I should still be here."

"Awesome, I'll stop by!"

"Great, catch you later." You placed the phone back onto the receiver and quickly jotted down in your diary details to remind yourself to replace Travis' spark plugs.

The office door opened and the noises of the shop floor grew increased for a second before they were muffled again as the door closed.

"Hey sport." You felt your Dad's hands on your shoulders, "Your headache gone yet?"

"Not really. I already got two cars to finish up, a service and now these new spark plugs for do for that GMC." You pointed your pen in the direction of Travis' car as you began to write out a worksheet.

Your Dad leant down across your shoulder, "I could do the GMC for you?"

"Dad no, Dr Martin said you had to take it easy." You covered the worksheet with your hand.

He swiped your hand away, "Oh come on, I'm fine! It's spark plugs."

You laughed until you noticed that his face had quickly changed when he caught sight of the sheet, "What's wrong?"

His once rosy cheeked complexion was now a ghostly shade of white, "Travis Kelce...you have Travis Kelce's car here?"

"Yeah, why?"

His eyes widened as he looked towards the shop floor, "His car is in my shop? The GMC, that's Travis Kelce's car?"

Your eyebrows lowered in confusion, "Yeah, he dropped it off this morning?"

"Oh man! Y/N, you gotta let me do it! The boys at the fishing lake aren't gonna believe this!"

"What is going on? Who is this guy?" Your voice was beginning to heighten in pitch.

Your Dad lifted his sweatshirt up to reveal a bright red jersey with the number 87 emblazoned on the front, "Travis Kelce is one of the greatest tight ends the Chiefs have ever seen!"

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your diary for the day.

"Which you would know if you ever watched football with me!" He poked you in the arm with his finger.

You tore off the worksheet from the pad, "If I give you this, will you stop shouting and making my headache worse?"

You Dad carefully took the paper from your hands and gently kissed the top of your head before dancing his way out of the office and onto the shop floor, Travis' GMC waiting in the corner of the garage.

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Glancing at the digital clock on the wall, you noted that it was 6.25pm. All of your colleagues had already left for the day, leaving you in the shop by yourself. You preferred working alone but your Dad's business had built up a good reputation in the city for being the best repair shop and it was always busy.

When you were younger, you had always preferred fixing your Barbie's houses to make them better as apposed to playing with the dolls themselves. As a teenager you could always be found in the workshop tinkering with tools and learning everything you could from your Dad. You started helping him in his shop during the summer and when you left school, he took you on and gave you a job. You saved every penny you could and when your Dad needed to take a step back from work, you bought into the business, running it alongside him.

You gazed up at the underside of the Ford that was lifted above you, squinting as the night drew in. The crackled radio played in the background and as you hummed along to yourself, the faint sound of footsteps seemed to blend into the music.

"Um...hello?"

You turned your head towards the direction of the deep voice, a silhouette standing in the doorway of the shop.

You squinted further, trying to make out any defining features but to no avail. "Karl, if this is you trying to scare the shit out of me, you gotta try harder than that." You shook your head and dropped your wrench down onto the floor, the sound of the metal hitting the cement loudly echoing in the vast room.

The figure stepped further forwards, his hands held up, "I'm sorry...it's Travis. I'm just here to pick up my car?"

You felt your cheeks flush red, "Travis? I am so sorry, that was really unprofessional of me."

"Hey, it's all good! Don't worry, I probably shouldn't have lingered in the doorway watching you."

Your mouth twisted to the side, "You were watching me?"

His eyes grew bigger, "Not in a creepy way. But now I've said that it wasn't in a creepy way, it sounds like it was in a creepy way."

You wiped your hands on your towel, smiling slightly as you listened to him struggle.

"I was just...impressed. Like I said earlier, I have no clue when it comes to shit like this." He looked around the room at the various tools and parts that were dotted around.

You slowly nodded your head, "Well, thanks...I guess?"

Travis scratched the back of his head and looked down at his feet, a clear indication that he was nervous. You took the opportunity to really look at him. He was wearing bright white trainers, dark wash jeans and a Louis Vuitton jacket with a white shirt underneath. He was so pristine and you were quite concerned that he wouldn't make it out of the shop without a smudge of oil on him.

"So, my car?"

You looked towards it, digging the keys from one of your many pockets, a couple of bolts coming out with them, "Uh yeah, my Dad took great pride in fixing your car. He's a big fan."

"Oh yeah? Well please, tell your Dad I said thanks!" He smiled before looking around again, "You on your own?"

You sighed, "Yeah, I got a few things to clear up on these babies and then I'll be done."

He unlocked his car and opened the door, pausing for a second before he turned back to you, "Wanna go for a drink?"

Your heart stopped for a beat or two and your chest tightened, a feeling you weren't used to. Men didn't usually ask you out, especially not at work. You didn't exactly make an effort to only be covered in grease all day and everyone knew that your Dad wouldn't be far away, meaning most potential dates kept you very much at an arms length. But here he was, an exception.

"I've still got some work to do." You looked down at your current appearance, "And I might not be down with the latest trends, but I'm pretty sure no one will let me in anywhere looking like this."

Travis smiled coyly, "So, is that a no?"

You winced at his hidden hurt, guessing he wasn't used to women turning him down, "Thanks...but no." Digging into your pocket, you retrieved his invoice, black fingerprints smudged across the paper.

As he reached to take the invoice, his large hand covered yours and you subconsciously held your breath, a fast heat rising to your face.

"No sweat, I might see you around anyway?" He jumped into his car, turning the engine on, "I'll wire you the money for the spark...things."

You nodded in acknowledgement, watching as he pulled away carefully out of the garage and into the night. You unclenched your shoulders and laughed to yourself, turning your attention back to the Ford.

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"A package? Who from?" You questioned.

Jordan shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I didn't open it."

"We never get packages."

You became slightly distracted as Jordan tugged at the bottom hem of his hoodie and pulled it up and over his head, his shirt lifting up slightly to reveal a peek at his toned abs. He threw the garment onto the floor beside him and gazed at you.

"Y/N?"

You blinked, "Uh...I'll go and have a look now."

You furrowed your brows, making your way towards the office and shaking your head on the way, exacerbated at yourself.

On the desk was a small brown package with no indication of who it was from. You ripped open the paper and carefully pulled out the framed photograph. It was a picture of Travis midgame, the ball safely clutched in his gloved hands and speeding towards the end zone. He had signed the corner of the photograph. You turned the frame over to see some slightly messy handwriting on the back.

"For your Dad."

You smiled at his kind gesture.

"Let me know when you want to go for that drink."

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[winterrrnight]

hey angel, please could you write a fic with soft rafe x reader where they have been best friends for years and are finally in a relationship after admitting feelings for eachother and they have cute happy moments where they remember they’re not just friends theyre finally in a relationship now?

Tysm x

oh my goodness, this took me so so long than it should've and I'm so sorry about that! I love and adore this idea so much, but for some reason I never felt satisfied with how I was writing it so there were too many restarts. But we finally have the final product! It's inspired by your request, I don't think it's exactly what you requested, but the main idea was kept in mind throughout. I hope you like this and is up to your expectations 💞

memories

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: a little collection of some of your favorite moments with your best friend, lover, partner in crime all rolled in one: rafe cameron.

WARNINGS: small mentions of alcohol, but mostly fluff and two lovers being mean to each other because it's their love language 🫶🏻🤭

EDITH SPEAKS: thank you to my bestie @runningfrom2am who helped me out with this fic! she told me all her favourite memories with her own boyfriend and that resulted in this very cute fic so thank you sooo much raye 🥹🥹

There is a little KC Undercover reference in the fic, which is like, probably one of the most iconic dialogues of Ms. KC herself and I had this beautiful opportunity to use it so I just couldn't pass it up 🤭

I hope you all like this!! Please ignore any little grammatical/spelling errors. And please like and reblog if you like this 🪂

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It's so easy for you to say how your life has changed for the better when you and Rafe finally became official. He has been your best friend since you both were little, and now to see you both expand your relationship which you had formed since such a small age, always makes you feel like the happiest person on this planet.

It's no lie that it took you some time to finally get to the dating stage. After realising your feelings for each other, you both needed a lot of pushing from your friends to finally confess.

"He looks at you as if you're his whole world! Why aren't you telling him?" Your friends would groan, as they would catch you with your mouth almost agape as he walks past you and gives you a smile.

"No, I don't think he does," you would dismiss your friends' thoughts and before they could say anything else, you would be rushing to your class.

Now, fast forward to three years later, you both are in university and live in a shared apartment. You took your own time to reach to this stage of your life with each other, but you're so grateful where you are now, because there's no one else you'd rather do it with.

"When we'll grow old, we'll be roomies forever!" Rafe would tell you in his little squeaky voice when he wasn't even seven years old. You would giggle at him and eagerly nod. Who knew those little dreams will come true, and you both will be a lot more than just friends?

Sharing an apartment with Rafe is everything you've always imagined it would be, each night feels like the sleepover you had when you were little. Except this time, you don't have this fear of laughing a little too loud that a parent is on their way to scold you for being up for so late. You can laugh and talk as loud as you want to, eat whatever your heart desires and talk about any topic you feel like.

You both have your moments where you tend to forget you're dating and aren't just two best friends who share an apartment solely because they thought it would be fun. One time, you had one of your oldest albums in your camera roll opened, and you were laughing at all the pictures.

"Dude look at this one!" You laughed, finding a hidden gem. Rafe feigned shock as he looked at you.

"You did not just call me dude." He said, deadpanned. You pop a crisp in your mouth from the packet you're both sharing.

"What's wrong with that?" You asked shrugging.

"I'm your boyfriend, that's rude,"

"Whatever bro," you giggled, averting your attention to your phone.

"That's even worse!" He whined.

"OH MY GOD!" You yelled as you laughed out loud, the next picture on your phone seeming pretty unbelievable. It's from a Halloween night years ago, and you both totally forgot you dressed up very poorly as Barbie and Ken. But the thing is, you were Ken and he was Barbie.

You both were dressed in a hot pink from head to toe, and your make up is loud and proud. "You need to be Barbie again," you laughed, as you teased him by nudging his arm with your elbow.

"Definitely not," he chuckled, shaking his head.

It definitely doesn't stop here. It was your aunt's birthday and she had a big party, inviting a lot of your family. It was towards the start of your relationship, and you definitely weren't used to calling this idiot your boyfriend.

"And this is Rafe! He's my uh, my boyfriend! Yes, boyfriend, oh my god!" You said out loud, your aunt laughing at your reaction.

He only shook his head at you and flicked your ear. Your reflexes acted up instantly and your hands went to his hair to completely mess them up.

One thing about you both is that have been extremely competitive since you were little. You've always wanted to beat him in whatever game you're playing, bowling, basketball, or even just Uno. And when one wins, they make sure to remind the other about it every minute.

"Oh my god I totally crushed you!" You yelled, attracting attention from people around you as you jump up and down, looking at the final score of your bowling match with Rafe.

"I won, you lost, I won, you lost," you sang as you danced in front of him, and he just stood there, looking at you.

"Oh shut up," He groaned, walking away as you're there dancing to yourself. You laughed and ran to catch up to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he instantly picked you up, you now on his back with your legs around his waist.

"I'm sorry bub, but I did crush you big time," you mumbled kn his ear. He groaned again, and then threatened to drop you on the ground. You let out a squeal and tighten your grip on him, which in turn made him laugh.

But you both are a whole another level of competitiveness when you are a team. There's not a single game invented which you both cannot win as a team, and the adrenaline rush you both get after you win results in some of the most crazy victory couple dances.

You found yourself at a party, and the game of beer pong is at an edge as people are watching you and him compete against another couple. It was the tiebreaker point, and if Rafe made the shot, you both would win.

"You can do this yeah?" You said, your hands holding his face as you looked him straight in the eye. "Just take a deep breathe, and shoot." He nodded at you and you handed him a ping pong ball.

He took his position and took a deep breathe in, clutching onto the ball in his hand. He shot the ball, and you watched from the side expectantly, your hands clutched together. It felt as if everything was in slow motion as the ball made its way to the other end of the table. You heard a soft plop as it landed in a cup of beer, and everyone around you started to cheer out loud.

You ran up to Rafe with the biggest grin on your face and he picked you up and spun you around. One of your friends came up to hand you the cup of beer. Rafe drank half of it, and then gave you the beer left to drink.

Everyone came up to you to congratulate you and hype you up even more, getting an occasional pat on your back. You looked at the couple who you both defeated, and Rafe made his way to them with you on his heels.

"Ding!" He said out loud. "That's the sound of the elevator, because you're not on our level!" He teased them and everyone around you gasped and cheered out loud, as you hollered around. The couple just gave you both a dirty look and leave, and you just looked at Rafe and gave him a high five.

"That'll tell 'em not to challenge us anymore," he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your head.

But what was the most concerning yet your favorite moment between you two was when he had this urge to be your knight in shining armor, but he also wanted to be the reason you needed help.

You were planning to take a little boat ride with all your friends, and as you all were standing on the dock, Rafe gave you a little nudge and dropped you in the water.

You screamed out loud as you went into the water, but quickly resurfacing as you swam up. You wiped your face with your hands as you pushed all your hair back, and when your eyes regained their focus, you saw everyone on the dock looking at you with utter shock.

You were gasping as you felt the cold water on your skin, when Rafe quickly removed his t shirt and came closer to the edge of the dock.

"Don't worry darling, I'm coming to save you!" He yelled with his chest wide as if he's a hero. You watched him jump into the water and swim up to you, and just as he reached you, you punch him in his arm, hard.

"What the fuck is this?!" You yelled, and Rafe came closer to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"What do you think this is? I'm here to save you," He said with a proud smile on his face.

"You asshole, you dropped me in the water," you said as he started to lead you towards the dock.

"What are you saying? You tripped off the edge and I'm here to save you. Did you hit your head on a rock or something?" He shook his head. You scoffed as he helped you get onto the dock. "I'm your knight babe, I'll always save you whenever you need to be rescued."

"What a relief." You said, rolling your eyes.

What he said that day is totally true though, all these times you've wanted help from someone, he's been there for you without fail. He picks you up everytime you fall down, even literally (but after he finishes laughing at you).

He makes you the happiest you have ever been. You'll always be so grateful for him.

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[wildlife4life]

Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by super amazing @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @glorious-spoon @wikiangela @daffi-990 @tizniz @devirnis @watchyourbuck @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks and @diazsdimples. Thank you all so much!

Alright, so I know haven't been as active since dropping the first chapter of NFL Buck. I've just been sort of down because that same day, the Super Bowl Champs had their parade and rally, and just after it ended there was a mass shooting. My younger sister was there with some friends and they got away unharmed, but when she didn't answer my message for a long 30 minutes, I truly thought the worst. I've just been so sad and angry for Kansas City, for the US really and I just couldn't get into the spirit of writing. I'm not getting into the politics of it all today and my sister is coming for a visit soon, so I'm feeling marginally better. KC Strong.

First chapter of NFL Buck has been dropped, but everything else I've posted for this fic can be found here. Here is a snippet from the Eddie Begin's arc of NFL Buck.

Hurricane Harvey was relentless for almost four days, bullying southern Texas with unforgiving wind and an exurbanite amount of rain. Houston fire department and so many others worked day and night to help those who had not evacuated.  It was absolute chaos, and it blew through Eddie’s entire life. The storms had wreaked havoc on the cell towers, which meant service was spotty to none and radios became the main source of communication for rescuers. By some miracle, though, the internet connection at the firehouse held strong. It was slow and glitched out here and there, reminding Eddie too much of his time in Afghanistan. He watched his infant son grow up through a screen, with his very upset wife barely holding on and his parents hovering nearby, souring the video calls even further. Christopher was no longer a whimpering baby in his mother’s lap but looking at his saddened son on a glitching iPad screen with a tense Maddie sitting beside him, was too familiar.  Add in the argument he had with Buck just before, and the threat of danger just outside the firehouse, Eddie was back to being a scared 19-year-old in war riddled country. “Dad, grandma said we’re not going to visit Buck anymore. That he’s too busy. And Maddie tried to call him, but he didn’t answer and…” The eight-year old’s voice trails off, his lips trembling. Eddie bites his inner cheek hard. This was on him. He gave into his mother’s worries and demands about traveling through Texas during the hurricane.  Helena was too stubborn and being his mother, she knew every damn button to push, and Eddie was tired of fighting.  So, he reluctantly agreed to cancel the visit and his mother grinned a little too sharply before stating, “I’m sure Maddie will enjoy having her brother to herself.” Another ploy to take Christopher and Eddie fucking fell for it. Then his mother took it a step further by graciously telling Buck and Maddie herself, that Christopher would no longer be joining them in Dallas and to enjoy their time together for as long as they need it. Eddie knew his mother didn’t approve of his relationship with Buck, more so than his previous one with Shannon. The only reason she kept her mouth shut was the potential back lash of upsetting Christopher. But she already succeeded in having a hand in driving away Shannon and she probably believed she could do the same with Evan.

With this fic, there are a lot of canon events with twists. The usual timeline does not exists. But I hope you all enjoyed!

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[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

An alternate dream take of what Eclipse could have done with the Star

I had a pretty weird dream that was spawned on by a bout of "not-feeling-well" (no fever, just general sinus headache and fatigue)

But this dream gave a pretty alternate scenario and what I think they should have done when Eclipse had the star in tsams.

Eclipse basically gained the star, and took over. He wiped Lunar's, Sun and Moon's memories, and kept them as a pets/slaves, along with Solar.

However, Solar never had their memory wiped. My brain didn't give me a reason for this. But as far as I can figure, the most Eclipse reason is that "You're an Eclipse, you remind me so much of myself." Again, it's another case of companionship, and a case of that SOMEONE needs to Acknowledge what Eclipse is doing and look how bad he's being. And who can better understand him then himself? (well, a version of himself)

Solar meanwhile is playing the long game, and is loyal to Eclipse for now...

But Solar slowly was trying to awaken Lunar's memories, make him realize all the abuse and pain he's put him and his "brothers" through. But Lunar's memories never awaken. But Lunar ends up fighting against Eclipse anyway, cause Eclipse was mean, and the alternate scenario Solar was preposing sounded better. So he'll fight for that. Also Solar played with and engaged with Lunar in a way Eclipse never did. So he liked that one better. (like my dream has this image of Lunar and Solar laughing and throwing a goose around while Eclipse is just pissy and annoyed with those two but not doing anything cus they're still loyal to him techinically)

Also, in this preposed dream scenario:

Moon not having memories actually works to his benefit here. Cause he can just rewrite them if this is all he knows. Who's to say "the sun and moon show" is nothing but lies and propaganda? Especially if Eclipse got to Moon before he had a chance to watch that Show first.

Moon thus being the hardest to convince, the most loyal to Eclipse and the major threat once Solar and Lunar start opposing.

Sun found out the truth awhile ago cus Eclipse's power on the star is loosening. As Eclipse weakening from the Star power he's using is still a thing. But Sun's scared to go against Eclipse and doesn't want to lose what little of his brother he feels he has, and is convinced wiping Moons memories was part of Eclipses plan since Sun in this au wouldn't have gotten the message that OG Moon left before Eclipse starts fucking shit up. (Moon losing his memories was still a result of KC wanting to be his own person, and KC is trying to build his own body with the help of the AI with no one knowing he's around. Because he wants to stop his son and get things under control)

I actually think if the show dynamic changed like this for a month, it would have been a fresh take, especially since in multiple realities, we see that Eclipse likes to keep Sun or Moon (sometimes both) as pets or servants. Even Evil Lunar does a similar thing with his Eclipse.

So yeah. Thanks sick-haze brain for brining me this.

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#tsams #the sun and moon show #danachan's rants

[festive]

✿ - cw: fem!reader, cum swallowing, blow jobs, face fucking and hair pulling.

tighnari x Fem!reader

✿ - a/n, posted this last night but it didn’t show up on tags, so here I am again. :3 thank you kc and Nai for beta-ing for me!

✿ - tagging: @rczc (bc I really needed u to see this based on the convo we had!) @manjiroscum @thicksimpx 🫶🏼🫶🏼

“Tighnariiii,” You coo, inching your hand closer towards his lap while the other rests on his thigh as you sit beneath him — his desk doing an amazing job at covering you so if anyone were to walk in, none would be the wiser that you were present.

“I’m busy,” your boyfriend doesn’t look at you, instead his green eyes are glued to his research papers in front of him — the hold he has on the documents tighten as he feels your fingers plauing with the band of his pants.

He groans in annoyance, trying to hide his face behind his papers so that you can’t see the dust of pink threatening to coat his cheeks. “Can’t this wait?”

You tug on his pants, gaining his attention as you stare at him with your doe like eyes. “No, I want you.” You did your best to sound innocent enough, but both of you know what you meant. Tighnari’s resolve was crumbling, his ears twitch as his fluffy tail sways behind him — his body betraying him. Although it was kinda hard to refuse you, especially when you looked so cute beneath him with your lips sticking out in a pout. Tighnari makes a ‘tsk’ noises before finally caving in.

“Fine, do as you want, but don’t expect my help.” He scoffs, although his words hold no malice.

Your eyes light up at his sentence and you waste no time maneuvering your hands around his sash before finding the band of his pants and giving it a tug — hinting for a little help, Tighnari sighs before shifting his hips just enough for you to rid him of both his pants and his boxers finally freeing his cock.”Thank you,” you hum.

Tighnari’s cock is pretty, from the flushed leaky head all the way to the base which has a few prominent veins running across — you can feel your mouth starting to water as all you can think about is running your tongue across each vein, slowly tracing their outlines.

“You’re wasting your time gawking at me, remember we’ll have company soon.” Tighnari’s words caught you out of your trance, you moved your head closer. Grabbing the base of his cock with your hands while you align it with your mouth — parting your lips just enough to engulf him. You can feel Tighnari straighten up before letting out a low hiss.

Mmmph, mmmph. Your boyfriend was huge, causing your jaw to ache slightly as you bob your head up and down — what you couldn’t fit, your hands did a nice job at covering for you, stroking the remainder of his shaft.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full,” Tighnari teases, although his eyes soften as he watches you struggle to take all of him. He rests a hand upon your head — a smile tugging at his lips as you curl into his touch as if you were an animal looking for praise.

You hum in contentment as you feel him tread his fingers through your hair as he rubs your head — encouraging you to pick up pace. Your free hand gently caresses his balls as you lazily trace your tongue along the underneath of his cock — the veins that decorated the shaft pulsating and throb under your touch.

“—fuck,” The hold Tignari has on your hair tightens as he forces you to take more of him, you relax your body as to not gag around him — slowly breathing through your nose as more of him is stuffed down your throat. Drool spills from your mouth with each thrust of his hips, dripping down his shaft and coating his pubic area, even managing to land on his balls.

It was getting to be too much for him, his whimpers growing louder until they blossomed into full blown moans — the tightening of your throat combined with the warmth. His ears flatten against his head as his tail sways harshly against the back of the chair he was sitting in. The coil in his tummy getting tighter and tighter and Tighnari was finding it harder to hold on, gritting his teeth as he finally came undone.

Tighnari’s cock twitches before finally emptying his load, the salty taste shooting down your throat and you’re forced to swallow, his body slumps back against his chair as he catches his breath — strands of green sticking to his forehead.

He pulls out his softening cock, a trail of saliva and cum connecting his tip to your mouth. you swallow once more and he watches with hooded eyes as disappears behind your swollen lips.

Tighnari glances at the clock before letting his eyes fall back on you. “Go get cleaned up, they’ll be here shortly and I’d prefer if I were the only one who gets to see you like this. What? Don’t look at me like that, I’ll return the favor later.”

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[rosepascal]

I'm Still Learning to Love || Joel Miller x Reader

summary: After Bill and Franks You, Joel, and Ellie travel across the country to find Joel's brother. You thought that maybe things were getting better with Joel but with him things are never that easy.

warnings: angst!! happy ending though, swearing, standard tlou violence, gun use, arguments with Joel, Joel has a breakdown.

a/n: So this follows ep 4 and 6 but I want to say that I did not include Henry and Sam because their story makes me really fucking sad and in this world they are fine and got out of KC and nothing bad ever happened to them ever. Anyways this is pretty long and I really hope its a satisfying ending to the small series. Thank you for all the support it means a lot!

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part 1 || part 2

Things with Joel have...improved? He's always been a hard man to read but you've never been stuck in a car with him for 20 hours before.

"So you ever been to St Louis before?" Ellie asks from the backseat. She was sprawled out and staring at a map. Joel glances to the rearview mirror and sighs.

"Sit up and put your seatbelt on." You stare out the window, watching the world pass by you.

There's so much green. Back at the QZ it was so dusty and dull. You can feel Joel glance at you but you keep your eyes on the outside. All you can do is replay the moment you had with him before you left. The feeling of his hands in yours, rough to the touch but gentle in his movements.

"Everything okay?" Joel asks and you look over to him.

"If you're tired I think I got some coffee left." He offers but you shake your head. He insisted on driving the whole way to Wyoming but you could see the tiredness in his eyes.

"You want me to drive Joel?"

"M'fine" Sighing you rest your head against the window. You really don't know what goes on in his head. One day it's like he's ready to open up but the next he's back to his old ways.

"Seriously Joel I..." Your voice trails off when you notice the barricade of cars. Sitting up in your seat you try to hide the spike of anxiety in your heart.

"What the hell?" He backs up and swerves the car hard to the right.

This used to be the Kanas City QZ but there was no sign of anyone anywhere. You heard awful things about that QZ.

"Hey! Please help!" A young looking man appears in front of you, clutching his side. You look over at Joel who's gaze turns dark.

"Are we going to help him?" Ellie asks.

"No." You brace yourself as Joel steps on the gas, driving right past the guy and focusing on getting the hell out of there.

"Joel!" You shout as you notice another guy above you.

Dropping a cinderblock on the windshield. The impact sends the car spiraling. Joel can feel his heart stop as the car crashes into a building.

"Get out now!" Joel hisses as gunshots start flying at the three of you. Staying low to the ground you crawl out of the car. Wincing as a bullet shatters the window glass. Joel grabs his gun and you grab yours.

"Ellie, you see that hole in the wall?" He asks. She nods and ducks as a bullet hits a nearby cabinet.

"You crawl and get through that and don't come out till I say." She looks scared and you wish you could do something to calm her fears.

""Hey, we aren't going to let them hit you okay?" You put a hand on her shoulder and do your best to give her a reassuring smile.

"You should go with her." Joel says looking over at you.

"What?" If it was anyone else but Joel you'd think they're joking. Another bullet shatters a window and there's no time to argue.

"I'm staying right here." You grip your gun and stare intently into his eyes. He wants to protest but its not the time.

"Okay," He grumbles. Joel loads his gun and tells Ellie to go. As she crawls he pops over the side and shoots.

"There's two of em." He says as he comes back behind the car.

"Left first. Then right." You say as you get your gun ready to fire.

"Ready? Go!" You both peak from either side of the truck and fire at the boy on the left. Joel barely grazes his head while you hit the barricade in front of him.

"Shit!" You say as a bullet flies past your ear. Again you wait out their fire before peaking and this time you hit him.

"Left down." You notice a shake in Joel's hand as he reloads but it doesn't stop him from standing and sending a bullet through the other mans head. The gunfire stops and you feel like you can finally breathe. The two of you stand, still on guard as you try to calm down.

Suddenly the door behind the two of you slams open. You pull your gun out the guy is faster. He knocks your gun out of your hand and brings the butt of his gun down hard on your head. Falling to the ground you clutch your head as the world spins around you.

Joel swears and aims his gun but the charges and throws him against the wall. Using his gun to pin him there. Joel tries to throw him off but he falls on his back. The guy pushes his gun on Joel's throat. Your vision is hazy but you try and reach out for Joel.

Fear coursing through your brain as you hear Joel choking. It feels like someone is pounding a fucking hammer against your skull as your eyes close. A helpless feeling overcomes you as you realize this could be the end.

A gunshot goes off and you scream his name. Fearing the worst has happened. There's silence before arms warp around you and you try to fight out of them.

"Don't touch me!" You growl as you open your eyes, fully expecting to see a stranger. Instead you're met with Joel's worried eyes staring back at you.

"J-Joel?" You grip onto his jacket and he helps you stand.

Turning you see Ellie with a pistol in her hand. Her eyes locked onto the person who had attacked you. He's a boy, probably no older than 20. He's crying and begging for mercy. Joel holds out his hand and Ellie silently hands him the gun.

"Get back behind the wall." He says lowly. His voice is hoarse but still intimidating.

You feel Ellie take your hand and lead you away from Joel. There's a door that she takes you through that you didn't notice in the heat of the moment.

"I'm okay." You murmur as she tries to help you stay upright.

Once the door is shut you slide down the wall. The world has stopped spinning but fuck your head hurt. You bring your hand to the side of your head and wince when you touch what's probably an open wound. From the open hole in the wall you can hear the boy begging for his life. Opening your arms you let Ellie sit close to you. Squeezing her eyes shut as there's a dull thud and the screaming stops.

"Ellie..." You whisper and she shrugs it off. Sitting up straighter and plays with the sleeve of her jacket. The door opens and Joel comes in, wiping his hand on his jeans. Before he can even open his mouth Ellie stands up.

"I'm okay." She rummages through her bag, not meeting Joel's eyes and she pulls out a first aid kit she took from Bills. His eyes widen when he notices the blood starting to trickle down your face.

"Shit." You wave your hand and try to tell him you were okay but he doesn't let you talk. He gently tilts your head so he can find the wound.

"Will I live?" You ask jokingly and he shoots you a look that screams not funny. Taking a bandage he firmly presses it onto your head.

"Now what?" Ellie asks and Joel looks around. No truck and stuck in a city filled with people who want to kill the three of you.

"We go up." Joel keeps close to you as you sneak your way through the city and find a tall skyscraper. It's a miracle it's still standing after all this time. The stairs seem to go on forever as you climb and climb until finally you're close to the top.

"Thirty Three floors. That's good." Ellie says as you find an empty office. Joel slides down the wall, the climbing clearly taking a toll on his body.

"I hate stairs." You say as you notice a rundown couch. Laying down and closing your eyes, ready to sleep for as long as you can.

"Hey, no no." You feel a hand on your face gently slapping you awake.

"Fuck off." You grumble, opening your eyes to glare at Joel.

"You might have a concussion." Groaning you sit up and let Joel test you. Shining a light in your eyes and asking you a few questions.

While he does this you notice Ellie in the corner. What she did today, shooting a boy to save the two of you. It breaks your heart to know you were useless to the whole situation. Joel notices it too.

"Are you alright?" He seems uncomfortable as he goes and sits next to Ellie. She nods and he clears his throat.

"Look, you shouldn't have had to...you know." He stumbles with his words.

"You're just a kid." He looks up and racks his brain for the right things to say.

"It's not...I know.." He tries again but fails.

"I'm not good at this." He huffs and Ellie doesn't hesitate to agree with him.

"It's my fault. You shouldn't of had to, and I'm sorry." You wonder if you're dreaming, if you got hit harder than you thought.

Joel doesn't say sorry, or at least he's really not good at it but this is a side of Joel you haven't seen before. You know he's been trying to make things right in his own weird Joel way but with Ellie it's different.

"I should've heard that him." You say, knowing that this was your fault too.

"I let my guard down and I'm sorry it led to you having to..." You trail off but look right at Ellie. He's right, she's just a kid.

"It's not-" You look at Joel and he stops talking. Knowing that it's not a good time to fight you on this.

As the sun goes down the pain in your head turns into a dull thud, not great but much more bearable. You set up a small sleeping area, pulling the cushions off the couches to make beds. In the other room you hear Joel teaching Ellie to shoot. Giving back the pistol from before. Joel comes wandering in with Ellie behind him. He frowns as he looks at the bandage on your head.

"It's gonna feel so nice sleeping on not the ground." Ellie says as he lays on the cushions. It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep leaving you and Joel wide awake.

"It's not your fault." He says as he watches you try and clean the dried blood on your face.

"I should be keepin' the two of you safe." There he goes again. You don't know how many times you have to drill it into his head, you're not helpless, you're not a kid. He asked for your help and you agreed.

"Stop, just. Stop please." You get up and drag him to a nearby room, not wanting to wake Ellie up. He seems visibly frustrated as you cut off his attempted apology.

"I'm sick of this Joel. I-" You let out a sigh and point to your head.

"You came to my door asking for my help so why are you acting like you didn't." You push your finger into his chest but he doesn't budge.

"What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"For gods sake Joel do you not see it? Even today you told me to go with Ellie."

"To keep you safe-"

"I don't need you to keep me safe!" You whisper yell.

"I can't do this over and over again Joel. It's like we keep going in circles." He clenches his jaw and shakes his head.

"Why did you come then? If you can't do this." He snaps and you scoff in disbelief.

One step forward and two steps back. That's what its like with Joel.

"For you! Because of you Joel..." You hear shuffling come from the other room and you freeze, hoping that Ellie isn't awake. When it stops you look back at Joel.

"I'm strong, I'm a great shot, and I'm a survivor too." He knows that, of course he knows that.

It terrifies him. It's funny, the two of you are more alike than either of you will admit. He'd sacrifice anything to keep you safe but by doing so its pushed you away.

"We'll leave at dawn." Closing your eyes you know that's it for the conversation.

"Yeah okay," You turn back and he grabs your wrist.

"And I'm sorry." He looks at the ground and you feel yourself untense.

"I told you I'm fine."

"I wasn't talking about today." He lets go of your wrist and leaves.

It's confusing to say the least, it makes you want to scream. Silently you slip back into the room and see Joel lying next to Ellie. His jacket laying across her like a blanket. Taking the last makeshift bed you lay and stare at the ceiling.

Falling into a dreamless sleep, but maybe that's a good thing.

- - -

Leaving Kanas City wasn't easy without a car but the three of you mange. You lost count of how long you traveled across the country. The only thing you had was that map and some street signs to keep you on the right path.

Over time you've become closer to Ellie. Her jokes made you laugh and her smart mouth never failed to keep you or Joel in check. Things have kind of, smoothed over with Joel. Well more like you haven't gotten into any arguments since that night.

At this point it seems the two of you are in agreement to just get Ellie to the fireflies. Even with everything that lingers between the two of you it's easier to ignore. The snow is nice at least, crunching under your boots.

Though he didn't want to admit it, you were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The forest is vast and it's easy to get lost. A couple in a small cabin pointed you in a direction, you just hope its the right one.

"Damn," Ellie says as you pass by a large dam. Joel looks at her and you laugh.

"Oh come on that was funny." She says and he just rolls his eyes.

At least this was some landmark to go off of. Pulling out the map he unravels it to find your location. Your ears perk up at the sound of horses.

"Joel!" You grab Ellies hand as a group of people on horse back come running towards you. Joel steps in front of the two of you. In no time you're surrounded.

"It's okay Ellie." You gently reassure her as you slowly put your hands up. Joel and Ellie do the same. You notice Joel stand in front of you and Ellie as a man points a gun straight at him.

"Step back." The man says to you and Ellie. She looks at you and you nod your head. Slowly you step away from Joel.

"You infected?" he asks and Joel shakes his head but they don't believe him. They whistle for a dog who sniffs out Joel.

"See, we're just passing through." There's a shake to his voice and its not just the cold.

The dog goes up to Ellie and you. You feel your heart start to race and you look helpless at Joel who can't even turn to look at you. He's tense.

The dog growls lowly and you want to move and protect Ellie. His breathing gets faster and you notice it. Ellie's laugh rings out and you whip your head around to see the dog jump on her, but instead of tearing her to shreds it's licking her face. Joel's terrified, it's written all over his face.

"What are you doing here?" The man asks and Joel doesn't answer, too busy looking at Ellie.

"We're looking for his brother." You answer, stepping forward a little bit. A woman walks up, staring skeptically at him.

"What's your name?"

"Joel."

It feels like a lifetime before anyone makes a move. The woman tells them to lower their guns and tells you to get on a horse. Ellie sits behind you as the patrol rides you back to their settlement.

You're in awe of what they've been able to build. The gates open and its a whole town. There's buildings and electricity and people are happy. There's a damn Christmas tree for crying out loud.

"Tommy!" Joel shouts and you see a man run towards the Joel who has gotten off his horse.

His brother. You never met Tommy but you heard about him from Joel. The two embrace and its like something changes in Joel. This is his brother. His family. Ellie tightens her grip on you as she watches them. Sliding off the horse you help Ellie down and watch the patrol leave except for the woman from earlier.

Jackson is nice.

That's what you've decided after a few hours here. They have so much food and its good. They have running water and fresh clothes but there's something that feels off. Together you and Ellie set off to Maria and Tommy's. She had asked Ellie to come and Ellie wanted you with her so of course you came too.

Maria is nice and all but you don't like the way she looks at Joel. She hands Ellie a jacket, looking surprised that you were there too.

Above the fireplace is a small chalkboard with two names on it. One of them being Sarah, the name that Joel used to mumble in his sleep. It doesn't take long for you to put two and two together. She was 14 according to the date under her name.

"There's a movie theater in town, I think it's something you'd like." She says to Ellie.

"Uh yeah, sounds fun." Ellie says awkwardly. You could tell she's nervous without Joel.

"Hey why don't we go together, I'll be right out." You smile at Ellie and she gets the hint that you want to talk to Maria.

"You three seem close." Maria comments as Ellie walks away.

"We are." You say shortly. She eyes you up and down, you know you aren't as threatening as Joel but that doesn't mean you don't bite.

"I'm not trying to overstep here but there are things you don't know about Joel." She says and you feel yourself start to become defensive. She doesn't know Joel.

"I know a lot about Joel. I've been with him ever since your husband left him."

"So you know what he's done?" She asks and you cross your arms. You know he's killed people. You know he did what he had to do to survive just like everyone else.

"I know and I don't care. I've killed people too, do you judge me for it?" After everything you've been through, after the arguments and broken heart, you still want to protect him.

"All I'm saying is be careful who you put your trust in." Nodding you decide to end it there.

Not even giving her a second look before leaving. You take Ellie to the movies but you barely pay attention. It feels so normal. It's been twenty years since you've been to a movie but you can't find any joy in it.

Quietly you excuse yourself and leave. Snow falls softly as you walk through the empty streets of Jackson. You hadn't seen Joel since he went off with Tommy earlier in the day and you were starting to get anxious. You notice a light on in a small shop and slip inside quietly. There's two voices speaking quietly, one that you recognize as Joel's very quickly. He sounds so tired. So worn out.

"She saved our lives, we made it to KC. Got ambushed and next thing I knew some boy was on top of me." Your brain screams at you to leave. This is a private conversation but your feet don't move.

"She's just a kid Tommy." His voice breaks. For months he's been as strong as he can but after everything he feels like its not enough.

"I was too fuckin' deaf and too old to do anything. This mornin' I thought that dog was going to tear both of them apart and I just stood there."

He was consumed by fear. It roared in his ears and glued his feet to the ground and even though every thought in his head screamed at him to do something. He just stood there.

"I'm failing them, all I ever do is fail." You feel yourself start to cry.

As silently as you can you want to knock some damn sense into him and tell him he hasn't failed anyone. Not Ellie and not you.

"I'm so scared. I haven't felt this way in a long time. Who am I if I can't protect them?"

Turning back you walk out of the shop, tears falling down your face as you make your way to the house. It's empty and cold and you find a room to sleep in. He sounded so broken, so hurt and so afraid. He's wrong, he's so wrong. He isn't weak. He's the strongest person you've ever met, even if he's a fucking asshole sometimes. The door creaks open and you look, fully expecting Ellie to be there. Instead you're met with Joel.

"I need a favor." He says, his voice hardened. So different from what you heard earlier.

"You need to take Ellie." His eyes swirl with sadness, a silent plea.

"No." You know what he's doing, why he's doing it and you won't let him.

"What?"

"I said no Joel. You are not pawning off this girl to me. She needs you." You stand and push against his chest firmly.

"She doesn't need me, she needs someone who can keep her safe."

"You really are dense aren't you. We've been traveling for months Joel, all of us together and you're just as important to that girl as she is to you."

"She's cargo." He spits and you feel like laughing.

"She's not cargo and you know it!" He's dangerously close to the edge. If you keep pushing then maybe he'll finally admit it. He loves this girl like his daughter.

"Don't take the cowards way out Joel." You whisper and he steps back.

"Besides, why after years of treating me like a kid are you doing this now?"

For years you felt like he never trusted you to take care of yourself. You never believed you were his equal.

"Because I know you can do it. You're strong, fearless, and braver than I ever could be." He admits, the walls he's spent twenty years building are slowly starting to fall, brick by brick.

"I am a coward, I can't lead that girl to her death and if she was with me, I know I can't protect her." A tear rolls down his cheek and you reach to wipe it away. He grabs your hand and presses it against his cheek.

"I can't do nothing right, I keep ruining every good thing." You cup his face and really take him in, this soft, vulnerable Joel that you wish you could see more. His eyes shine with unshed tears, god his eyes are beautiful.

"How did you ever love me?" Did? There was no did, no past tense.

"If you really think I ever stopped loving you then you don't know anything." He laughs humorlessly. Like he doesn't believe it.

"I was wrong, that night. So wrong. " You know he means the night you left.

"I...I don't think I know how to love anymore." He confesses, he grabs your wrists and keeps your hands on his face. He melts into your touch, eyes closed as he imagines a world where things didn't go to shit and he isn't, well he isn't himself.

"You're not letting yourself love," You say softly. He can't let himself love, not in a world like this. Not in a world that wouldn't hesitate to rip everything away in a second.

"I can't." His voice is barely above a whisper.

"I'm afraid of what might happen if I do." You don't know how to make it better but you try anyway.

You kiss him slowly, afraid if you go any faster you might scare him. It's been a long time since he's been kissed but he swears he could do this again and again forever.

"I'll take Ellie and you'll come with us." He nods and feels the urge to kiss you again. Your hands fall to your side and you feel a wave of tiredness come over you. It's been so long since you've slept in a proper bed.

"Stay with me?" The bed is big enough for the both of you and then some. It's so soft, softer than that shitty mattress in the QZ. He groans quietly as his back lays on the mattress. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and wraps an arm tightly around you.

"I trust you, more than I trust myself. I just...I can't lose you." He admits.

He loves you, he loves you so much. He loves you so much that the very thought of something happening to you sends him into a spiral. A wave of worry and anxiety that drowns him where he stands.

"You aren't going to lose me, or her." You run your hands through his hair.

"I love you." It comes out as a whisper, in fact you would have sworn it was a trick of the mind.

But his heartbeat quickens and he rests his hands on your stomach, sliding his hand halfway under your shirt. He can hardly believe it himself.

Saying it out loud makes it all real. It's an admission to himself more than anyone that he feels this way and god is it scary. He waits for the universe to tear you away from him the moment those words fell from his lips.

But it doesn't. You're still in his arms, your hand is still in his hair.

"Am I interrupting?" Joel shoots up and whips his head to the door. Ellie's head peeks through door.

"Next time close the door before you get all..." She gestures to the two of you and makes a face. Though it doesn't hold the same snark as she normally has.

"You okay Ellie?" You ask gently and you see her fidget.

"It's cold and they don't have any extra blankets." She shrugs but you see through it.

She wasn't expecting Joel to be here but she knew you would be. Jackson is safe, that's what they said but after everything she's seen. She can't just trust the words of a woman she just met.

"There's room for you too Ellie." You offer and she glances to Joel.

"I wouldn't want to ruin the moment, you know I didn't think Joel would ever get his head out of his-"

"Just get in," Joel grumbles. There's a flash of relief on her face before its covered again. She crawls in next to you and sighs happily.

"It's like a fucking cloud."

"This place ain't too bad." Joel says as he lays back down, this time letting you rest on his chest.

"Yeah." Ellie says quietly. "Think we could stay for a while?"

This whole journey has been so exhausting. Traveling to find the fireflies for a cure that might not even work. Is this what Ellie wants? Or is this what Marlene wants? Putting all this pressure on a child feels wrong. So if Ellie wants to stay, you will.

"We can stay as long as you want to." You say, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "Okay."

Joel can feel his heart twist in his chest, like this is what he's been missing. Is it too soon to call it a family? Yeah, it is. At least that's what he thinks. But he thinks for a while after both you and Ellie have fallen asleep that you could be a family, all three of you.

And that doesn't scare him so much anymore.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller angst

[burrowingkelce]

Meet Your Mama pt2

Am I insane? Yes. Am I releasing this the same day as pt 1? Probably not. Will there be a pt 3? Most definitely. 18+ this time!!

You helped grab Travis 2 week of clothes from his dresser and closet, folded them neatly in his suitcase and zipped it up.

He came up behind you and gave your ass a swat.

"HEY!" you yelled. He only laughed before pulling you into a hug and kissing your head.

"Let me get these for you madame." He said picking up his bags.

"I was hoping you wouldn't make me carry them, their your clothes." You said following him out to your car.

He put his bags in the back of the car and opened your door for you.

"After you m'lady." He said with a goofy grin on his face

"Thank you kind sir." You said pinching his cheek before placing a kiss to the area.

"Your gonna make me blush Y/N." He said mocking your southern accent.

You couldn't help but cackle at how silly he sounded. You couldn't wait for him to meet your family and evidently, put him to some real work on the ranch.

He kept his hand on your thigh the whole way to the airport, stealing a kiss once and again at red lights.

Your parents would pick you both up at the the airport in Dallas once you landed. Travis still has no idea where your going. He's just happy to be with you for 2 weeks.

He parked the car, grabbed both of his and your bags and opened your door for you.

"Trav quit acting like my chauffeur."

"I just love you so much, I want to make you happy." He said smiling at you.

You went to take your bags from him but he quickly stood in the way.

"What do you want now Kelce?"

"Don't think I was gonna let you walk away without paying me." He said tapping his cheek, expecting a kiss.

You let out a sigh and payed him his due, and swiped your bags while he was distracted.

He laughed at the way you sassily walked away from him and hurried after you.

You sat with him, waiting for the call to board the plane. He had headphones on and thankfully couldn't hear when it came over the loudspeaker to board the plane headed to Dallas Love Field Airport.

You both stood up and walked to what he calls "the shutte". He put 2 bags in the overhead storage and you made sure to take the window seat. He settled into the seat next to you and started to doze off. You took the opportunity to nudge your way under his arm and take a nap too.

You woke later to him grunting, as he was just waking up too.

"Good morning to you too big guy." You said looking up at him, laughing a little.

"Mm, are we there yet?" He asked half awake.

"Yeah I guess." You were looking out your window now, getting ready to stand up. The other passengers were getting off, and Travis just wanted to sleep.

"C'mon Trav, we gotta get off." You said climbing over him to grab his right arm in an attempt to pull him up.

"Alright fine." He grumbled, getting annoyed with having to wake up and move.

You grabbed the luggage and Travis was close to follow. You spotted your mom and dad in the parking lot.

You dropped your bags and ran to them. They hugged you and told you how much they missed you. Then he was spotted. The 6'5 hunk you brought with you.

"Oh my god is that..." Your mom started

"Yep, I brought the one and only Travis Kelce with me." You said, pretty damn proud of yourself.

He said hi to both your parents, hugged your mom and shook your dad's hand. Your mom was still shocked as ever with the fact her daughter had brought this stud of a man with her.

They both drove you and Travis to the ranch and showed him around. They had set up another bed in your room for Travis, but you both knew they would be pushed together.

(Editor Ema here, I'm skipping a BUNCH at least to the spicy parts because I wanna include that right about now, so stuffs gonna go quick.)

As your family ate supper, you created small talk with your mom about your life in KC, while your dad talked to Travis about football.

Once you all finished eating, your parents went outside to run some yearlings and you ran upstairs to get changed into pajamas. Know and behold your new man was right behind you as you bent over to grab your jeans off the floor.

"Whew baby, that's one sight that should be the 8th wonder of the world." He said grabbing your ass and pushing lightly on your back.

"Unhand my ass Kelce before I donkey kick you." You said, trying to sound authoritative.

"Awww, pretty girl tryna act tough?" He questioned seductively.

"No, I'm telling you to let me go before you regret this."

"Oh I won't regret a thing sweetheart " he said before picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

You grunted at the impact. Trying to get up, but you felt his hand shove you back down and his large arms cage you in.

"I've waited for this long enough." He said before kissing you roughly. His hands grabbing whatever flesh he could before finally resting one on your left breast and the other on your lower abdomen.

You grabbed his shirt and started to unbutton it while he worked the buttons on your shirt too. Eventually, he got pissed at how long it was taking him, and ripped your shirt in half, discarding it somewhere in the room.

You pushed his shirt off and threw it somewhere and let your hands run over his chest and back. You were too dazed in the heat of the kiss and didn't realize your hand wandered to his crotch, but you knew you felt something hard.

"Watch those hands baby girl, you'll get it soon enough." He said letting out a slight moan before slipping a hand between your legs. He unbuckled his belt and took his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers.

"Take them off Trav." You said trying to catch your breath. He slid his boxers off, revealing his thick member which you immediately took in your hand. He moaned and you prayed to God your parents were still outside.

You took the opportunity to push him off you and get on top. He pulled your underwear down and slid into you. Both of you let out moans as you moved up and down his length.

"Fuck baby, that's so good. Your so good to me aren't you?" He started rambling but the little moans he was letting out were so hot you didn't even want to tell him to stop.

"God Trav this hurts." You said slowing down your pace.

He flipped you both over, hoping to make it easier on you.

He started off slow to let you adjust more, and once you did he picked up pace. Before you knew it he was pounding into you with such force you knew you were going to feel him for weeks.

"OH MY GOD TRAV!" you screamed, gripping his shoulders, hoping to ground yourself.

"I got you baby, I'm almost there." He said with a few hard thrusts before you let out a loud moan and your eyes rolled to the back of your head and he leaned over you more.

A few more brutal thrusts and he was coming with you. Both of you were sent into a drunken daze of lust and passion.

You both came down from your high, and he laid next to you. He faced you and smiled.

"God Y/N, I don't know what was better, winning my second Super Bowl or this."

You laughed and kissed his cheek, "Well Trav, I don't know what was better, seeing your ass earlier or this." You grabbed his ass before giving him another kiss.

He pulled you to him and grumbled against your cheek.

"You better stop that or your gonna get it Y/N."

"I wouldn't complain one bit Travvy." You said before wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on him before drifting off to sleep.

Omg this was a piece of work that's for sure 😅. I never wrote smutty stuff like this so if it's weird, please don't hesitate to let me know. I PROMISE rancher Travis is in the next part, I really wanted to dip my toe in smut and I'm not really sure I like how it turned out. Anywho, I've been dealing with another illness, I was 90% sure it was COVID, but I have my taste and smell, just can't breathe in much or it hurts. This is my 3rd time being sick since December. Everything is okay with me and my mom, just hoping my grandma doesn't get it this bad. She's already showing signs of it and I can only help her and pray. Anywho, toodaloo lovelies, off to write pt 3 where we put Sir Travis on a horse 😂. This is gonna be fun.

Here are the @'s for this fic: @elovesjm and @godsfavoritebabe

And the hashtags:

#travis kelce fic #travis strikes again #travis kelce #kc chiefs #kansas city chiefs #chiefs #kelce x reader

[skoulsons]

the live action giving Joel and Ellie more moments of bonding as opposed to the game is such a great way to somewhat change things, and yet still keep it as impactful. Not to say they don’t bond in game, because of course they do, but to see the in-between moments of their journey in the show canon has delivered in some fantastic ways

Getting the smaller moments we don’t get to see in game because it happens during gameplay; the ambush in KC/Pittsburgh, for example. To add to that, we see him in game make sure she knows how to use a rifle and eventually give her the pistol once that section is done (one of my favorite scenes <3) but the way it’s done in show is a lot more personal. Him kneeling down and not rushing to make sure she knows what she’s doing. The apology from Joel before that because he feels bad she had to shoot a man. Her asking him, genuinely, “are you okay?” Even in the pickup truck when they first crashed, him looking to her immediately and his tone being complete concern. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt? Nothing?”

Their nights. We’ve only gotten two, but the one in the woods. Her trying to crack a joke and even getting a smile out of him, not that he let her know that. Her confiding in him that they won’t be found, and him reassuring her, despite not believing it himself. Him staying up because his kid cargo was scared. Them eating ravioli in the morning and their talks in the truck. And their next night before Henry and Sam find them; having a genuine conversation and then laughing with each other like little kids. Even in the preview for next episode- they’re sitting around a fire (and Joel doesn’t like fires bc of people being able to find them. makes me think he makes one unprompted for her bc she’s grieving Henry and Sam, or she expresses she’s cold and he makes one for her without hesitation.) and they have, what seems like, a heartfelt conversation. Her opening up to him about how she tried to help Sam and maybe more about her immunity or how desperately she wants to get to the fireflies now.

Their talks on the road in episode three. Ellie pestering him with all her questions and him answering them. Telling her about how the apocalypse started. Even with things like the date of his birthday or pancake mix resurfacing and reminding him of that dreaded day, he’s kind in answering her. And she even thanks him afterward.

Not so much a bonding moment of them together, but shows how they’ve grown. Him wordlessly and silently protecting her, like they’re psychically linked. How he just knows where she’s going and what her plan is. That they’ve spent enough time together to just know each other.

And not so much bonding moments, but the very little things. Leaning over and showing her what a seatbelt is when he really didn’t have to, giving her his coat and the last bits of his food, grabbing her arm and pushing her behind him to shield her from an oncoming clicker, having his arm across her shoulders while he guides her to safety, or him reassuring her that “they’re not gonna hit you”. Things that, as most of us know, are going to add up to so much in the future

#sometimes I think I talk about them too much #but I guess that’s what this blog is for :) #mmm bonding <3 #the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

kc+intimacy pleeaeee! can be smut or no smut, as you like!

“What are you doing?” comes the familiar drawl from behind her.

“Dancing,” Caroline says, ignoring him, focusing on the music and swaying her hips accordingly while brushing her hair. “It’s therapeutic.”

“I'm sure it is.” Klaus sounds amused, setting the ammunition bag on the dining room table. “You're a very good dancer, love.”

“Thank you. I know, though.”

He scoffs, coming up behind her and grabbing her hips, turning her to face him and grinding against her. She lets out a breathy laugh, nearly moaning when his hands rake up her sides. “Would you like a partner?” he asks silkily, dipping her.

She comes back up, her hair flying behind her and Klaus tucks it behind her shoulders, smirking. “No thanks,” she says, her tone breezy. “I have a better one.”

“Do you?” Klaus’s tone is teasing, but with an undercurrent of possessiveness in it. “And who is this man you’ve replaced me with?”

“Oh, just a friend. He’s just like you, you know.”

“Is he, now.” She yelps when Klaus’s clever fingers skate under the hem of her dress, travelling up her thigh. “I do so hate to be replaced.”

“Handsome, British, dodgy morals.” She whimpers when he strokes a line across the dip of her hip bone. “He’s a—Klaus, you ass, those were my good panties.”

“I happen to like all your knickers, love, and yes, do continue. Tell me all about this wonderful friend of yours. His name, his address, his social security number.”

“You don’t need to be jealous of Enz—oh, Klaus—”

He smirks, sinking two long fingers into her aching core, and she arches her back, moaning when he crooks them, sending a rush of wetness through her. “Klaus,” she admonishes, her breathy laughter not proving her point. “Get your hands out of my underwear.”

“But they're gone now,” he says, burying his face in her neck and inhaling. “You smell like me.”

“I'm wearing your cologne,” she replies, and rolls her eyes when he smirks. “Not on purpose. I was wearing your shirts and do you never wash them, cause—”

Klaus cuts her off with a deep kiss, pulling his fingers out of her, making her whimper, and curving his palms around her ass and hoisting her up, muffling her protests with his lips. “Klaus,” she half-says, half-moans out about three minutes later, because as much as the man infuriated her, he was an amazing kisser. “Did you get into my chocolates again?”

The look Klaus gives her is sheepish, not to mention slightly mischievous. “I finished mine.”

“Well, that’s why I bought you yours. So that you wouldn’t eat mine.”

“My,” Klaus kisses her sloppily, laying her down on the couch, “sincerest,” he punctures the sentence by laving his tongue against the pulse point on her neck, “apologies. Do allow me to make it up to you.”

“I have to go out.” Caroline gasps as his lips reattach themselves to her neck. “Klaus, you're distracting me—oh—”

“Hm,” he muses, his tongue working wonders against that one spot on her collarbone. “You don’t sound like you particularly mind.”

“I do,” she sighs, closing her eyes as he works his way down her chest, stopping at her breasts. “I mind a lot.”

“I'll change your mind, don’t worry.” Before she can retort, he shoves down the dress and snaps open the buckle of her bra, lips immediately latching on to her nipple. She moans, throwing her head back, uncaring of the fact that the action damages her carefully done hair. She winds her fingers into Klaus’s curls, and she feels him grin against her breast, the smug jerk. “Klaus,” she moans, “I have to go. I'm late. Enzo’s going to kill me.”

“Don’t talk about your friends when I'm making you come, Caroline.”

“Let me go, you ass.” She smirks when he lifts his curly head to glare at her through eyes laden with desire. “I'm late.”

“Do you want me to help you be later?” he leers. “It’ll be fun.”

“Get off!” She shoves him off her playfully, and he lands with a thump on the ground. Caroline bursts out laughing, and he gets to his feet, glaring down at her.

“That was very rude.”

“Oh, I know. But it was so funny—Klaus, you ass, put me down!”

“Why should I let this Enzo fellow have you when you clearly like me better?”

“Oh, you're so full of yourself. Enzo’s much more fun to hang out with.”

“Now, surely that can't be true, love. Enzo can't give you anything I can't. Anything you receive, I can double it.”

“You know what you give me?” Caroline kisses him on the lips, briefly but deeply. “Love. And orgasms. Do you want Enzo to give me that? That’s what I thought,” she remarks dryly at his answering growl.

“Fine,” Klaus sighs, releasing her, glaring at her when she grins. “Leave if you must. I'll be here, drowning my sorrows.”

“No drinking tonight!” she tells him sternly, disappearing into the bedroom to redress herself, smacking away Klaus’s wandering fingers. “We have an early day tomorrow.”

Klaus’s expression sours. “Do we have to go?”

“Yes,” Caroline answers cheerfully, pecking him on the lips, brushing her hair. “And it’s only for a few hours, so suck it up. I'll be back in a few hours. Don’t get too bored. Don’t worry, I'll break out the good lingerie when I get home.” She almost laughs at the intrigued look that passes over his face. “You know, to make up for my very,” she trails a finger down his tie, “bad behaviour.”

Klaus grabs her wrist, tugging her to him. “You are a dangerous woman.”

“I know,” she hums. “I'll be late. Try to wait up anyway. I'll make it worth your while.” She winks at him while walking out the door, flashing him a peek at the garters she’s wearing under her dress. “Sir.”

The sound Klaus makes is gratifying.

#klaus x caroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #possessive kc #kc #the vampire diaries #klaroline drabbles

[clovermunson]

candy fiend— s. harrington

summary: steve loves candy, so naturally he wants to eat all of it…even the candy that’s meant for the trick-or-treaters.

pairings: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1.510k

warnings: established relationship, domestic bliss (because who wouldn’t want that with steve?), mentions of food and eating, steve being stupidly cute, fluffy goodness, no read more cut because tumblr tried to fuck up the entire fic yet again

author’s note: i just had to write a halloween fic for steve, it was inevitable. and this was the perfect idea, so i couldn’t let it just pass me by. anyway, enjoy this fluffy cuteness with steve “good hair” harrington! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, but all i ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as yours! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @kc-needs-coffee (because she’s finally come around on her realization that steve is a dumbass, but that’s her dumbass lol)

“Seriously, that’s your favorite?” You asked Steve from the kitchen, grimacing as he bit into a milky way candy bar.

“What?” Steve had a mouth full of chocolate and nougat, “it’s good!”

You shook your head, scrunching your nose in disgust. “You may think that, but it’s nowhere near as good as a snickers bar, or even just a plain hershey’s bar!” You’d turned your attention away from him, mixing the batter for your halloween brownies before pouring it into the pan and placing it in the pre-heated oven. It was around 6:30 PM, and no trick-or-treaters had shown up yet, so you figured you’d have time to bake something for you and Steve before the hordes of kids came ringing the doorbell.

“Say whatever you want, but you’re missing out, babe.” Steve continued eating the candy, digging through the candy bowl to find any extras to keep for himself.

You’d heard the rustling of candy wrappers, making you look over to see Steve’s hand fishing around in the candy bowl that was for the trick-or-treaters.

“Steve…what the hell are you doing?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve stopped almost instantly, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Then he slowly turned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I uh…I was checking the candy?” He sheepishly smiled, unsure of his answer after he’d said it aloud.

“Checking the candy?” You exhaled, “you seriously think I’m gonna believe that?”

“I would hope you’d believe that.” Steve smiled a little more confidently, “I mean, c’mon. You don’t want any of those kids getting sick from the candy, do you?”

“Steve, the only way they’d get sick from it is if they ate too much.” You huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter that overlooked the living room of your shared home.

“Okay, but what if they had an allergy?” Steve asked, confident that he’d backed you into a corner, though he felt a little dumb when he realized that you’d both agreed to create an allergy-free alternative.

“And that’s why we have this.” You showed him the bowl of non-candy goodies such as halloween themed pencils, erasers, ink stamps, and stickers that you’d prepared for kids that may have allergies or simply didn’t want candy for whatever the reason may be. You and Steve both believed that halloween was for everyone, and you wanted to be as inclusive as possible about it— despite the rest of the neighborhood not seeming to care.

Steve knew he’d lost, because if he argued about the allergy-free bowl, then he’d look like a jerk. “Okay, fine. I was digging out all of the milky way bars for myself.” He admitted, beginning to put some back into the bowl.

You couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh to yourself over Steve’s attempt to be a candy thief. “Thank you, for telling the truth, you absolute candy fiend.”

Steve smiled to himself, leaning back in the recliner. He felt like he’d won a small victory in being honest with you, even if he hadn’t won a tangible prize.

“You can keep half of the milky ways.” You offered, hoping Steve would accept the compromise.

“Half?” He asked as if you were unsure of your decision.

“Half.” You confirmed, “but only because I bought an extra bag of candy and already dug all of those out for you.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him for it.

“Yes, really.” You nodded, smiling. “But that doesn’t mean you can eat them all in one night. They’re in the candy jar on the dining table.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” Steve practically jumped up from his seat, adding the candy bars in his hand to the jar.

“Hmm…only about a thousand times since we’ve been together.” You tapped at your jaw as if you’d thought about the exact number of times he’d said that.

“And it’s still true, every. single. time.” He punctuated every word with a kiss to your temple as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

You looked around your perfectly decorated home, a sense of pride and warmth filling your heart. Of course you and Steve hadn’t entirely made it yet, but it was a humble beginning for the both of you that you loved and truly couldn’t get enough of.

You allowed your head to rest on Steve’s chest, hearing his heart beat like a steady drum.

However, your tender moment wouldn’t last long, as a group of kids had finally rung the doorbell, making you and Steve smile at each other.

“Looks like we’ve finally got our first little goblins.” Steve joked, grabbing the candy bowl from the end table.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at how excited Steve was to hand out candy. Granted he’d never done it before, but it was still cute how he practically sprang to be the first to hand out candy.

You heard the chorus of “trick or treat!” As Steve opened the door, and caught a glimpse of a little astronaut, a ghost, and a mummy at your front door, their candy bags were already halfway full as Steve gave each kid a handful. Each kid said thank you as they excitedly left the front porch in a hurry, sprinting off to the next house.

“Happy Halloween!” Steve called after them, making you smile again. He’d always been good with kids, but of course when you have to manage six newly-teenage monsters all the time, you start to pick up some skills.

The timer had dinged, interrupting your thoughts. You sighed, whisking yourself over to the oven, shutting it off as you opened the door and retrieved the brownies with your favorite oven mitt. You set the pan atop the burners, allowing it to cool as you started cutting perfect squares.

You heard another group of kids at the door, a chorus of “trick or treat!” and “happy halloween!” filling your home once again, and Steve complimenting each of the kids’ costumes as he handed out candy.

After a couple minutes, you heard the door click shut, meaning that you were free of interruptions for at least the next few minutes.

Steve set the bowl of candy on the table near the front door, dramatically puffing his cheeks out as he exhaled.

“Tired already?” You asked, carefully picking one of the corner pieces out for Steve, setting it on a small dessert plate. You never understood why he liked the corner pieces, despite his argument of it being the perfect balance of crunchy and soft, but it was one of the many quirky things you loved about him. You also never really understood why he loved the halloween brownies so much, considering it was just a normal brownie with m&m’s, chopped up reese’s cups, and festive sprinkles mixed into the batter.

“I didn’t think we’d get that many in the span of two minutes. That was like…ten kids.” Steve counted on his fingers, unable to recall exactly how many kids had shown up.

“Well, have this as compensation for your hard work.” You offered him the plate, and he felt like his senses were in overdrive. It smelled absolutely delicious to him, and looked divine.

Steve took the plate from you, then took a bite of the brownie. “You know you’ll have to make these every year, right?”

“Only if you’ll dress up as Barbie and Ken with me next year.” You joked, knowing that Steve hated the idea of being a Ken doll with as much as he’d been called one.

“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve smiled, chuckling as he finished the brownie, setting the plate in the sink.

“Suit yourself, Harrington.” You smirked, taking a bite of your brownie, “guess you don’t want those brownies next year.”

The doorbell rang again before Steve could answer, and he wiggled his finger at you, gesturing that you’d gotten lucky from the interruption as he strode to the living room, preparing for the trick or treaters once more.

“I’m getting those brownies, by the way!” He called over his shoulder before opening the door and being met with a new group of kids, each one in a unique costume.

“Keep telling yourself that!” You laugh to yourself, storing the baked treats away in a pastry container.

After a few minutes, Steve returned to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

Without looking, you offered him another brownie, which he took a bite of over your shoulder, his arms still linked around your waist.

“Seriously?” You giggled, wiping away the crumbs that had fallen onto your shirt.

“I love you.” Steve tried to say it rather cutely, planting a kiss on your cheek, and you’d be damned if it didn’t work to keep him out of trouble.

“I love you too, goof.” You smiled at him, resting your head against his.

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[thostrolot]

Hey there, I need some help!

Normally I don't do these sort of things because I have no need and I'm kind of a self kept person, but things are getting extra dicey and I need a place I feel would get spread around better on.

Gonna go ahead and warn you all ahead of time, this story contains mention of abuse in many different forms, so if these things trigger you, I'm sorry. I have to mention it.

I'm telling a story that isn't exactly mine, but it means more to me than I can say. I hope you all can believe me when I put this out, because it all sounds farfetched, but I couldn't make this up if I tried. I hope you all will listen.

My fiancé is a few states apart from me. We've known each other for about 12+ years, and have been dating for a few of those years.

In those years, he's had it really rough, being in a family that was either abusive, not present, or oppressive in some fashion (they were the "pray the gay away" types). Recently, the person who was taking care of him passed away of cancer, and he has been staying with a friend of his.

This family was good for a little bit, but the father was an alcoholic, very toxic and verbally abusive to everyone. His addiction is what eventually killed him, and he has left the family high and dry on money for anything.

There is a reason this is important information.

Throughout these years, he's had a cat, a Tortoise shell manx, about 6 years old. Her name is Kiki. She is rather feisty, yelling at the top of her little lungs if you so much as pat her rear-end wrong. She has been with him all this time.

As of recent, however, she has become sick. She has been found to have a rather large bladder stone and gets worse by the day. He doesn't have the ability to get it immediately taken care of.

I want to help him raise the money needed to help with surgery for her. Anything at all helps. It's much appreciated if you could share the story around as well. Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day.

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[kelcemenow]

Home.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 751

Warnings Just a super fluffy one!

Thank you for your request @princessmermaid1289! I had a blast writing this, anything that errs on the side of 'normal relationshippy stuff' really speaks to me! "I was wondering if I could get a Travis one where the reader and Travis move in together"

"Why do you keep your ketchup in the refrigerator?" You shouted through to the living room where Travis was reclined on the couch.

"What?"

You leaned your head further out, "Ketchup. Refrigerator. Why?"

Travis breathed a laugh, "I think it tastes better when it's cold."

You made your way back into the living room, falling back onto the couch next to Travis, a large bowl of popcorn in your hands, "That's weird."

"I think it's weird that you eat popcorn with ketchup on, cold or not."

You popped a couple of pieces into your mouth before offering the bowl to Travis, who wrinkled his nose whilst he searched Netflix for your movie choice of the evening.

"Fine. More for me." You shrugged and settled the bowl in your lap.

The rain began to hit against the windows with some force, making you narrow your eyebrows.

"You okay, baby?" Travis asked as he selected a movie, placing the television remote on the arm of the sofa.

You sighed, "I hate driving in the rain...and in the dark."

Travis pursed his lips, "I'll drive you home."

You shook your head, "No, honestly baby, it's fine. It's really far for you to go there and back. Besides, I need to get used to doing it sometime."

Travis placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly closer to him, "Why don't you just stay here again?"

"I'd love to but I have a client super early in the morning. Plus, I don't have any of my stuff here."

Travis traced circles on your bare shoulder, his fingers dancing around your skin, "Maybe you should start leaving some of your things here. Or maybe we buy you 2 of everything so you always have stuff here. I'll clear a couple of drawers in my dresser, make some space in the bathroom..." He trailed off as he looked around the room.

"You'd do that for me?" You mouth grew into a huge smile.

Travis looked at you with his bright, twinkling eyes, "Of course." He smiled and kissed your forehead tenderly.

You lifted your head and pressed a kiss into his lips before turning towards the television screen, "Ooh, it's starting!" You looked around before moving your popcorn bowl off of your lap, "Oh shoot, I left my drink in the kitchen."

You started to lift yourself from the couch when Travis placed a hand on your knee, stopping you, "Hey, I'll get it for you."

You relaxed in your seat, throwing Travis a wink as you lifted your knees up onto the couch, tucking them underneath the blanket. You watched as your 6 foot 5 boyfriend strolled into the kitchen to retrieve your glass of orange soda. There was a slight silence before he appeared in the doorway, his brow furrowed.

"What's up?"

Travis stared down at the floor, "Move in with me."

Your jaw dropped open and you let out a small laugh, "What?"

"I'm serious." His eyes met yours as he approached you, "When I'm with you, I'm so happy. And when you're not here, well, it sucks. I just want to spend as much time with you as possible and to live with you and have a home with you would be so perfect."

You moved to the edge of the sofa as you watched Travis' hopeful expression as he spoke. He reached out and held onto both of your hands, lowering himself onto his knees so he was face-to-face with you.

You chewed your lip with thought, "I'd have to move my business here."

"I'll help you with anything you need, baby. I could make an office space here...or wherever you want. And I have enough contacts in the events industry to get the ball rolling in KC for you."

Your eyes danced as you weighed up your options, feeling excited and nervous at the same time.

"So? What do you say?"

You placed your hands on Travis' cheeks, "I say...I want to have a home with you!"

Travis leapt up and collided his lips with yours, pushing you back down onto the sofa. He climbed on top of you and caressed your face, pressing gentle but passionate kisses onto your mouth.

He pulled back and took a few breaths, an animated grin on his face, "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too. Now, can you get my orange soda, please?"

Travis laughed and hauled himself onto his feet, dancing his way back to the kitchen with happiness.

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[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

Incorrect quotes because... Good Eclipse and everyone else needs therapy.

Lunar: Here you go, Moon, a nice hot cup of coffee! Moon: It's cold. Lunar: A nice cup of coffee. Moon: It's horrible! Lunar: Cup of coffee. Moon: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee. Lunar: C U P.

Bloodmoon: Why are you smiling? Rays: What? I can’t just be happy? Moon: Eclipse tripped and fell in the parking lot. Bloodmoon: *snorts*

Jigsaw: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea. Lunar: Well then whose is it? Jigsaw, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

Jigsaw: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches. Bloodmoon: ...

Eclipse: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

Rays: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Sun: You mean glory days? Rays: Ah, that too.

Earth: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Rays: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Moon: Lunar, Rays, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Lunar, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Rays is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Rays: I love you too :)

Moon: You disgust me. Jigsaw: eating a kitkat sideways I realize this and don’t care.

Eclipse: Okay, help me, please! Bloodmoon: Got two words for you. Eclipse: I bet they won't be helpful. Bloodmoon: Your problem. Eclipse: I was right.

Monty: Why are Moon and Earth sitting with their backs to each other? Lunar: They had a fight. Monty: Then why are they holding hands? Lunar: They get sad when they fight.

Moon: WHO THE FUCK- KC: Whoa, language! Moon: I speak fucking English! KC: …

Lunar: I found a note in one of my old word .docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Rays. Lunar: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. Lunar: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. Rays: Hmm… I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. Lunar: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. Rays: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it. Lunar: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

Jigsaw: finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods Jigsaw, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!

Old Moon: We are gathered here today because someone- glares at Monty’s coffin -couldn’t stay alive! Monty: muffled FUCK YOU, LET ME OUT!

Sun: So, Moon and KC. Sun: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto… Old Moon: We had a bad day. Sun: And… MURDER?! KC: It was a pretty bad day…

Earth: You believe me? Monty: Earth, you’re the last good person on this planet (and Lunar). I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Lunar: I will send my army to attack! Lunar: releases a dumpster of raccoons

Rays, singing (lost a bet): I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need— Moon: A better family. Monty: A better therapist. KC: Mental stability. Lunar: clueless Bagels?

Rays: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Gator Golf!

Earth: Look, Lunar, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

KC: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Rays: Several traffic violations. Sun: Three counts of resisting arrest. Earth: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Moon: Also, that’s not our car.

Sun: Eclipse, I sense hostility. Eclipse: Good, because I hate you.

Eclipse: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

Moon and Sun are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff Moon: oh my god, Sun, backwards! Sun: Really, Moon? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.

Lunar: Why would you do that? Monty: Because I feel guilty. Moon: Guilt is a trick emotion. It’s put there by your parents to stop you from doing things that feel good.

Monty: Why do you act like we’re three year olds? Moon, exasperated: WHY?!? Moon points at Rays: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR! Moon points at Lunar: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK! Moon points at Monty: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND! Moon: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

Monty, trying to comfort Rays: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there. Rays: I- what?

Rays: If the thought of something makes any of you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume you’re not allowed to do it. -to his Moon, probably.

Sun: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

Rays: That sounds like a terrible plan. Moon: Oh, we've had worse.

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