#the louder they bark at u

[birbfeedersart]

not sure why everybody hates jiang cheng so much?? he's a pretty typical insecure bratty lil brother, he just looks bigger bc he lives in xianxia world and has spiritual powers and a sword :P

#he barks a lot about a lot of things #but for all the times he's threatened to break jin ling's legs he's never followed thru #bc he doesn't actually want to break jl's legs #he's just annoying and afraid to be soft #when he finds out about the golden core transfer he has to question whether he would have been able to get where he is on his own merits al #or if he owes everything to wwx #even the thing he wanted the most and would rather have died than not achieving #bc that's how important it was to him #he is by no means a perfect selfless blameless person #he's bitter and angry #but none of his behaviour is particularly surprising to me #or even disgusting for that matter #i would compare him to carver hawke from dragon age 2 #another wonderfully bratty insecure lil bro!! #little bros are brats. the more u try to protect them #the more they chafe against u #the louder they bark at u #the harder they wiggle to get out from ur arms #sometimes u have to squeeze tight (golden core transfer) and sometimes u have to let go (parting ways after guanyin temple) #if they ever grow up they'll appreciate what u did. if not?? i suppose they'll think themselves very wronged and victimised #until one day ur not there anymore #and they realise what they've lost #i just don't get why there's so much vitriol?? #like yeah he's annoying #but some ppl are really really bitter about it #it confuses me #im not a jiang cheng stan #i actually didn't like either mdzs or cql as much as i thought i would unfortunately :/ #but i don't get why there are so many jiang cheng antis??? #like??? if u don't like a character just ignore them??

[inmaki]

gojo making fun of your other fwb

( smut, a little smthn while i work on my nanami fic <3 ) .

"just put it in, for fucks sake."

gojo chuckles, running his mushroom-shaped tip up and down your folds. every time he reaches your hole, he pushes his cock in just enough to breach your entrance, before pulling out and continuing his ministrations. like a fucking idiot.

"aw, y’want my dick that bad? 'need me to fill you up?" what about matsukawa?"

your expression sours, sending him an annoyed look. this was by far the first time he’s brought up his displeasure for your other friend, especially in bed.

“are you trying to make me dry?" you bark, trying to close your legs - which he immediately stops with a large hand. "if you wanna fuck, stop talking about him and hurry."

gojo rolls his eyes, despising the way you're practically defending the fucker. sure, he's just a friend too - but you were clearly his; you've always been addicted his lips against yours, his hands on your body, his cock against your cervix. now this other shithead thinks he can come and take that away?

he doesn't know how to handle it besides-

"is this how he fucks you?" suddenly, he forces only an inch or two inside you, barely thrusting in and out with a mischievous smile. a hum leaves his lips as your insides squeeze him firmly, but he's stubborn enough to hold back the urge to fill you up properly. "probably can’t reach anything, i bet even my fingers are bigger."

the audacity and immaturity of the man in front of you has you baffled. here you are, ready to be fucked into the mattress by him - and all he can do is joke about some other guy's dick length? you desperately want to scold him, tell him to fuck off - but as expected - the feeling of his fat cock not reaching where you need has your mind going blank in desperation.

"please.. just fuck me, toru."

he smirks, and without giving you any time to adjust, he's mercilessly slamming in the rest of his length so the tip presses right up against your womb. his balls smack against you from below, and you shiver at the feeling of his white pubic hair grazing your pelvis. "so i'm right? hah, what a fuckin' loser. 'course he has a small dick."

you're too busy catching your breath to hear him, and gojo smoothly takes that opportunity to throw your legs over his shoulders and press them against your chest, ensuring his cock hits your g-spot at the perfect angle. just how you like it.

the white-haired bastard can't help but smile, licking his lips at your rolled back eyes and the harmonious ah, ah, ah's that escape your throat with each brutal slam of his hips. "becoming my brainless cocksleeve as usual, so damn cute. only i can rearrange these guts, right?" he demands, bending you even further while getting right in your face.

"say it. say who owns this sloppy," thrust, "fucking," thrust, "pussy," thrust.

“you, only you!” the words tumble out of you before you can stop them.

“who?” he grinds right against your cervix, nearly pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

“sa- satoru!”

he rewards you by lowering a thumb to play with your clit, cerulean eyes staring into your very soul. “damn right. scream it louder.”

suddenly, a quiet ding! comes from your bedside table. gojo glances down to your blissed-out face, cautiously peering over to see a message from none other than the man of of the hour.

matsu: wyd? can i come over?

gojo smiles. typing in a response with one hand while the other keeps your thigh firmly against your chest.

you: yea, be quick daddy ;)

you would definitely kill him after this.

( reblogs & comments r appreciated if u enjoy! had this idea at 2am sorry if it’s bad <\3)

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[f1fnatic]

THE ROOKIES ⤿ o. piastri 81

→ ( in which. . . ) you are a rookie and play for the us women's national soccer team. during the world cup after your team gets knocked out, you run into a certain australian f1 driver who is supporting the host team.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written/irl, smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) naomi girma + pictures from pinterest/instagram

→ ( pairing. . . ) oscar piastri x uswnt!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, might be a multi-part series, not sure yet :) also fully aware that the 2023 f1 season was actively happening at the same time as the women's world cup, but for the sake of this fic, let's believe that oscar had to allow mclaren's reserve drive (for unspecified reasons).

→ ( author's note. . . ) i enjoyed making this fic SM. it was interesting to mess with a written and smau, i hope it flows well and isn't super confusing. hope you enjoy! see end for more

→ ( masterlist )

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y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n number 4 checking in ✅

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uswnt ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 liked by y/n_l/n

trinity_rodman LFGGGG

y/n_l/n 🙌🏿‼️

user18 greatest defender EVER

user56 SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK ‼️‼️

sophsssmith incoming women's world cup champ

y/n_l/n loading...🔃

user6 no cause why is she sooo pretty

user17 #GOAT 🐐

alexmorgan13 YEAHHHH Y/NNNN liked by y/n_l/n

user33 oh she ate..

user22 4 + 4

yourmom So proud of you, honey ❤️

y/n_l/n thank you mama 🥹💞

mrapinoe Get it rookie! liked by y/n_l/n

lavellerose ⚽🌟 liked by y/n_l/n

yourbsf the best to ever do it 💖

y/n_l/n stop it ily

user20 fresh kits 😮‍💨 liked by y/n_l/n

user81 she knows she's good

uswnt

📍auckland, new zealand

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uswnt Defender Y/N L/N, and the rest of the USWNT, arriving to New Zealand in style 🔥🔥

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usmt Good luck ladies! liked by uswnt

user66 god dayum

user19 barking

y/n_l/n team stylist >> liked by uswnt

savdemelo Yeah we rocked it 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

user67 god y/n 😍

malpugh what a cutie pie y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n oh stop it mal 🤭

sophsssmith ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

user9 she is so breathtaking

mrapinoe 🔥 liked by uswnt and y/n_l/n

cmpulisic Sheeshhh liked by uswnt

user22 they suck bro

user5 k just say u are an incel

user91 what a loser

lavellerose Pulling up in style liked by uswnt

user39 crying she is so prettyyy

user21 it is so unfair

user51 she can rock literally ANYTHING

uswnt

📍melbourne, victoria, autralia

liked by y/n_l/n, alexmorgan13, mrapinoe, usmt, and 710,893 others

uswnt Thank you for your support. Till next time.

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y/n_l/n so proud of this team 💟 liked by uswnt

mrapinoe Couldn't have asked for a better final season. liked by uswnt

alexmorgan13 ⚽💌 liked by uswnt

sophsssmith thank you 💖 liked by uswnt

lavellerose Wouldn't do it with anyone else liked by uswnt

malpugh ❤️❤️ liked by uswnt

alyssanaeher What a run liked by uswnt

trinity_rodman love you all, can't wait till next year liked by uswnt

savdemelo ❣️ liked by uswnt

usmt Amazing job, ladies. liked by uswnt

emilysonnet 💓 liked by uswnt

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─ 19 august, 2023 ↴

your team had just lost to sweden in penalty kicks. the amount of overwhelming pride you had felt was unmeasurable. nothing could describe how you felt for your team making it into the quarter finals. yes, you were sad that you couldn't advance further, but none the less, you were grateful for the chance to play at the highest level.

so, there you were, sitting in the stands of the bronze medal game. the match was intense. the matildas were putting up a great fight against sweden for third place. so far, sweden was up 1-0. you wanted the matildas to beat the yellow and blue-clad team since they were the ones that knocked you and your team out.

a few minutes passed before halftime arrived. you decided that it would be a good idea to go get a snack, and maybe some coffee. standing up, you swing your bag across your body and walk to the nearest concession stand. after getting your things, a coffee and some pretzel bites, you turn to head back to your seat. only, instead of being met with open space, your body collides with another, effectively spilling your coffee and dropping your pretzels on the stadium floor. the coffee slightly burns your skin as it seeps into your (new) white blouse. an annoyed sigh escapes from your lips before a voice speaks up.

"shit, oh my god- i am so sorry. are you okay?" it asks. you pick your head up, tearing your eyes away from the giant brown stain painted on your shirt. chocolate colored eyes lock onto yours. a breath hitches in your throat. the man in front of you was gorgeous. he was smiling nervously, hands reaching to gesture to your shirt. "can i get you some napkins?"

there is an awkward pause before you answer. "oh, um, yeah sure, that would be great." you smile. he leaves you for a second before returning and handing you a bundle of napkins. you gently blotch the damp stain.

"i really am sorry. i didn't see you. i should've been paying attention to where i was going." the man says, awkwardly giggling at the end of his sentence.

"it's okay, truly. i can always get another drink, can't say the same for my shirt though." you end. you finish with drying your shirt - albeit, the best you could, before you see that the man in front of you is wearing a matildas jersey. "what a game, huh?"

"oh, yeah. the girls are doing a wonderful job but sweden is just doing better," he answers. "who are you rooting for?"

"the matildas. it would be against my better judgement to root for sweden." you say. you watch his face for a second until recognition washes over his features.

"oh my god, you play for the us! you are amazing! i can't believe this is only your rookie season, i thought you had been playing for years when i saw your first game." you can't help but blush at his compliment. a smile molds onto your lips.

"thank you, that means a lot. i appreciate it," you giggle, "i never caught your name, you mind telling me?"

"oscar." he responds. he sticks out a hand in front of you. you grab it and shake. another smile displays on his features. it reminded you of a quokka, in fact, he reminded you of a quokka.

"well, oscah," you say, teasing him for his annunciation, "you don't happen to be busy do you?"

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y/n_l/n

📍women's world cup

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y/n_l/n thank you all.

thank you to the national team for entrusting me with the opportunity to play in the women's world cup. if you were to tell 4 year old me that when she was 20, she'd be playing in the world cup, she would be absolutely ECSTATIC.

i would also like to thank my mom and dad for pushing me to play my best no matter what and to be a goldfish. aka, forget the bad things and remember the good.

also, thank you to the fans. seeing little girls holding signs with my name and number gives me reason to keep going. ladies, you can do anything you set your mind to. don't let anyone say you can't.

lastly, i would like to thank oscar for making me spill my coffee on myself. and for being a pretty alright tour guide. (jk, you were really great)

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user17 you showed up and showed out!

yourbsf YEAHHHHH Y/NNNN

y/n_l/n love you ❤️‍🔥

user46 can't believe she is only a rookie

user70 IKR. like... she is literally on par with a lot of the senior players

oscarpiastri i still feel really bad about the coffee...

y/n_l/n osc, please, it's okay

user91 A NICKNAME BASIS ALReADY??

user66 osc? OSC?!

yourmom So insanely proud of you sweetheart. Can't wait for the future ❤️

y/n_l/n i love you so much ma 🥹

user54 RAHHHHH USA USA 🦅🦅🦅🦅 liked by y/n_l/n

uswnt ROTY liked by y/n_l/n

user55 kay who is oscar piastri and why is he such a cutie pie

savdemelo perry misses his aunt

y/n_l/n and duck misses hers!

sophsssmith blessed to be your teammate 💓 liked by y/n_l/n

user19 WHO IS HEEEeeEEe

user28 oscar piastri is an australian-rookie f1 driver! he races for the team mclaren :)

oscarpiastri i can buy you a new shirt!!!

y/n_l/n OSCAR. JACK. PIASTRI.

mrapinoe The next gen 😌 liked by y/n_l/n

user32 HOLD ON MAYBE THAT ONE TWITTER USER WAS ON TO SOMETHING

user10 but they were talking about someone on the matildas not uswnt 🤐🤐

trinity_rodman 🌟🌟 liked by y/n_l/n

lavellerose Honored to be your teammate y/n! liked by y/n_l/n

alexmorgan13 Couldn't have gotten how far we did without you ❣️

y/n_l/n stop it alex i'm gonna cry ❤️‍🩹

user66 MY TWO WORLDS ARE COLLIDING I AM NOT OKAY

user29 oh he's cute

oscarpiastri

📍womens world cup

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tagged: y/n_l/n

oscarpiastri the best way to meet someone is to bump into them and make them spill their fresh (very hot) coffee on their shirt

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user67 honestly such a romantic way to meet someone

user21 oscar cannot catch a break from americans

user49 its like he's drawn to them..

user18 hope u had a nice break! liked by oscarpiastri

logansargeant woohoo another american!

y/n_l/n 🦅🦅🦅

oscarpiastri remind me to never introduce you two.

logansargeant 😞

user22 she's so oretty omggggg liked by oscarpiastri

user22 NO WAY OSCAR LIKED.

y/n_l/n that person must have been feeling nice!

oscarpiastri yeah they were

landonorris oscar has a cruUussShHhh

oscarpiastri shut up lando

user7 who is she?

user31 y/n l/n is an american soccer player!

user7 might have to start watchinf soccer now yeesshhh

y/n_l/n you were a pretty okay tour guide

oscarpiastri take that back.

y/n_l/n mmm no

oscarpiastri duck says hi

y/n_l/n YOU DID NOT.

mclaren Why are there two koalas in the fourth picture?

user39 HAHA I LOVE YOU ADMIN

logansargeant who's that cutie pie in slide 5? liked by oscarpiastri

user81 the rookies

user4 i can already tell they are going to date

user21 brutha they just met 🙏🏻

user93 people when boy-girl friendships

landonorris is that why your tongue was purple?

oscarpiastri dude 😀

user51 WHAT?

user64 he is SUCH a gossip girl

user15 i am SO totally normal ab this

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first oscar fic in the books. i loved writing this one. while doing so, i called myself single in so many different ways. i plan on making a part 2, maybe a part 3 (not sure) so stay tuned! also, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

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[lewisvinga]

my american boy! | logan sargeant x fem! reader

summary; despite living in a country halfway across the world and rarely seeing logan, y/n will always love her american boy

fc; ningning

warnings; 1 kinda suggestive comment

notes; requested!

masterlist !

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yourusername: when you’re out n about & american boy sends u $$$ to buy flowers 🥹🥹

username: ‘american boy’ IMSICH I LOVE THEM

username: i need an american boy too

logansargeant: anything for my girl from the other side of the world ❤️‍🩹

yourusername: getting on my knees for u fr🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

logansargeant: ft??😁

yourusername: ON IT

lilymhe: BARLBARK BARK (louder than logan)

yourusername: BARKBARKBARK (louder than alex)

username: the way he’s in hungary but still manages to buy her flowers 🥹🥹

username: how’d they even meet?

username: she used to be neighbors w him when she lived in miami for a few years! they started dating right before she moved away to her parents’ country!

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; when bae lets u rant for an hour about the annoying mcdonald’s worker] [caption 2; goodnight 🩵 ]

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logansargeant: american boy got hacked from the other side of the world XXD

alex_albon: oh dear

yourusername: i can steal ur gf dont test me albono !!

lilymhe: she’s right she can

alex_albon: logan wouldn’t appreciate that

logansargeant: he’s right i wouldn’t

alex_albon: normal typing! it’s actually logan!

logansargeant: maybe i’m still y/n

alex_albon: no :p :D :3 , i know that’s you logan!

username: SHES SO CUTE

username: i love them your honor

yourusername: woah who is that cutie?? is she single 🤩

logansargeant: no she’s happily taken by her favorite american boy😁

yourusername: i bet her american boy is very very cute 😵‍💫😵‍💫

oscarpiastri: awh you made him blush!

logansargeant: don’t believe him

username: he trusts her enough w his instagram pw???? IM GOING XRAZY

username: logan is the biggest green flag

username: ‘XXD’ how can u hate her?????

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yourusername: weekends in summer ^o^

tagged; lilymhe, logansargeant

lilymhe: i love my boyfriends boyfriends girlfriend 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: and i love my boyfriends boyfriends girlfriend !

username: her relationship w lily >>>

username: gorgeous gorgeous girls !

username: williams wags>>>

logansargeant: the prettiest girl to ever exist, thank you for always supporting me❤️❤️‍🩹

yourusername: ur #1 cheerleader from wherever! :p

logansargeant: also, how did you get the last picture? i’ve never???? seen it?????

yourusername: i might have a source that is around u all the time to send me pics of u (alex)

alex_albon: snitch!

username: those cupcakes look so good omgg

username: the way they make long distance relationships work gives me hopes for mine 🥹

username: yall think they’re gonna hang out during summer break??

username: i really hope so:/ it’s been months since they’ve seen each other :/

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 2; serious girlies before going on girls trip:p ( + stinky alex )]

alex_albon replied to your story!

alex_albon

that’s a lot of shit talking for someone who just bought u an iced oat milk latte

yourusername

thx lily’s bf

logan used to buy me lattes 💔

alex_albon

what a surprise you’ll have *deleted*

yeah yeah you’re welcome for that croissant too🙄

lilymhe uploaded to their story!

[caption 1: before boarding the plane;] [caption 2; 5 mins after boarding the plane ( the plane hasn’t even left ) ;]

logansargeant replied to your story!

logansargeant

and she doesn’t have a single clue?

lilymhe

do u know ur gf

she’s as clueless as a ladybug

logansargeant

yeah true , but i love my clueless ladybug

lilymhe

she’s been talking about u a lot more than usual

she’s upset that you had ‘plans in miami’ during the week of your 3 year anniversary

she keeps talking about u logan HSLP ME

logansargeant

i get to cancun tomorrow early morning

keep her stable with iced oat milk lattes and croissants till then

lilymhe

alex and i are already one step ahead of you🫡🫡

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logansargeant: surprise! happy 3 years, my pretty girl. i love you 💗

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: WAHHH

alex_albon: that’s how u sounded when he surprised you

yourusername: IT HAD BEEN 9 MONTHS OH HOW I’VE MISSED YOU D:

logansargeant: FACETIMING FOR HOURS WASN’T ENOUGH!!

yourusername: happy 3 years 💓💓 i love you sooooo much , my american boy, i’m gonna kiss u rn

logansargeant: omw to the room 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

username: PARENTS REUNITED

username: mother and father are together again for their anniversary 😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

username: a relationship like them pls

username: he surprised her in cancun??🥹

lilymhe: cute n all but can i have my gf back ?😕

logansargeant: no. i haven’t seen her in months. you saw her last week. 🤬

alex_albon: lily???🧐

yourusername: tee hee :P

alex_albon: thank you so much alex for making sure y/n didn’t get lost in the airport, plane, or the hotel !

alex_albon: you’re welcome, logan! so nice to be appreciated !

logansargeant: thanks i guess 🙄

alex_albon: … i’ll take it!

username: LILY AND ALEX WERE WITH THEM?

username: awh a williams vacay!

oscarpiastri: surprised logan didn’t spoil the surprise sooner, he would’ve told the whole paddock if i didn’t stop him😭

logansargeant: hey! i tried!

yourusername: leave my american boy alone !!😞

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[grippingbeskar]

Ok so, i ADORE your writing and i wanted to submit a request for a joel miller x reader fic ^^

Specifically its the readers first time out of the qz since 2004, she snuck out on her own and was found by joel in the woods. She slightly pisses him off because she can be somewhat annoying but he eventually falls for her! You can go anywhere you want with it but please add that she calls joel “cowboy” bc i find that to be so cute

warnings: swearing, slight mention of past violence

a/n: okay this isn’t edited but i wrote it all in one go cause it’s so damn cute. i couldn’t help it. thank you for sending this in!!! i hope you like it! clearly i needed a lil fluff now that there’s no more tlou eps so i hope it’s what u wanted 😭

“You’re gonna get yourself killed.” Joel’s gruff voice growls from behind you. “Stop moving.”

“Stop talking! You’ll scare it!” You whisper-yell back, scootching your body forward on the rock. “Oh, you have to come down here.”

“I’m not gettin’ anywhere near that thing.” Joel huffs, and you roll your eyes, unable to bother with a reply when you can see what you can in front of you.

A bear. A giant, fluffy, brown bear. Standing on its hind legs, clawing at a tree trying to get… something down off the branch. It’s the first time you’ve seen a bear. The first time you’ve seen anything alive bigger than a dog. It’s massive.

“Joel, come on! Look at how adorable it is!” As much as he complains, you can hear him groan as he leans down, knees cracking and breath puffing out in clouds. He eventually crawls up next to you, the broad length of his body pressing against your side on the narrow face of the rock.

The bear was now rubbing its back on the newly scratched bark, roaring quietly as it yawns. The sun was shining seamlessly through the trees, and the forest was just starting to lose the heavy layer of snow that had built up over the winter. Warmth flooded your body from your toes to your ears, but you couldn’t figure out if it was the rising sun or the way Joel had sidled up a little closer, craning his neck so he could see, too.

He leans to the right, squinting into the open forest, and yes— it was definitely just Joel making you sweat.

“See? Cool, right?” You say softly, keeping your eyes on Joel’s reaction. It had taken so long for him to speak to you in any capacity, let alone indulging your curiosity with something like this. You were still hesitant to upset him, or piss him off, but he didn’t seem to be either of these things much anymore. At least, not directed at you.

“Yeah, alright. It’s pretty cool.” He admits, watching as the bear roars a little louder. All of a sudden, three tiny balls of fluff crawl out of a hollow log and begin to roll around in the melting snow.

Your face lights up, you can tell it does. Your grin stretches across your face embarrassingly big, but— “Oh my god. Baby bears. Freakin’ baby bears, Joel!”

He laughs quietly, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t dare move. Even though him staring at you burns you enough you’d swear it wasn’t winter, you keep your eyes forward. The last thing you want to do is scare him off— not when he’s the closest he’s ever been.

You know he wouldn’t feel the same, but it was impossible not to have some kind of feeling for him. He was practically a knight in shining armour to you— without him, you would of died the day you snuck out of the QZ. But there he was, scowling and buried under layers of warmth, layers he’d reluctantly shared with you until you could feel your fingers again. He’d saved you, and you had fawned over him ever since.

He was definitely not on the same page— it was only in the last few months that he’d learned to tolerate you, and somehow it was only making your crush worse. Those famous scowls turned to smirks and hidden smiles, and harsh words melted away into something like fondness. You could hear the care behind the orders he gave you. “Don’t do that” shifted into “Its not safe.” “Shut up” was whispered into a soft “Shh. Listen.”

It might not seem like a lot, but in terms of Joel, it was miles.

The bears continued to roll around, play-fighting while their mother wandered further over to the rushing lake. You shivered as the sun disappeared behind the clouds, and Joel’s hand tugged at your jacket.

“Come on. We gotta get moving.” You sighed, but still smiled as the smallest of the bears attempted to climb a tree, and fell off with a ‘plop’ into the snow. “You’ll be warmer if we’re moving.”

“Just a little longer. Look at him!” The bears continue to fight their way up the tree unsuccessfully, and you wait for Joel to move away. You silently beg him not to, and maybe it works, because he keeps still. No, not still.

Blink and you miss it, but you don’t. You feel him move— just an inch, but he comes closer to you. Touching you all down your side. It stops your shivering, and you find it very, very hard to focus on the bears.

 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Just a little longer. Look at him!” You laugh lightly, your head facing forward in the direction of the bears. Joel can’t take his eyes off you, no matter how cute some bears might be. It was humiliating. He couldn’t take his eyes off you for a second, not when you were this close, smiling and laughing. You made him feel… good. Warm. Made him forget where he was for a second. It was dangerous and stupid, but he still didn’t take his eyes off you.

He moved closer under the guise of keeping you warm, but he noticed the way you hid your face from him. He always noticed. He wasnt game enough to think you wanted him like that, but he knew he had some kind of effect on you. You didn’t want him, but you needed him. He kept you safe, and he thinks that after all this time you, for some god damn reason, cared about him.

He couldn’t tell you why. He was a dick to you ever since he found you. Sure, he’d pulled you out of the snow and warmed you up for three days. Fed you boiled soup and water and made sure you didn’t choke, but he made sure you paid for it when you woke up. He was colder than the snow outside, sometimes straight up ignoring you when you asked him dumb questions.

He felt guilty now, thinking back, but he was in a bad place. It was dark without you, but since you’d wormed your way into his heart, he could hardly remember what it was like not to have you around. He sure wouldn’t be crammed on a rock watching bears roll around in snow, but he couldn’t think of another place he’d want to be.

“You’re still cold.” Joel says after a while, noticing the way your hands clench and unclench under your gloves. It’s something you’ve done to warm up your fingertips since he’d found you. Your hands get cold first.

“No, I’m not.” You say, eyelashes fluttering rapidly to blink away the fallen snow. “Okay, I am. But where are you gonna see something like this again?!”

“The woods. Where we are gonna walk through for the next two days.” Joel says, and though you stop smiling, you finally turn to look at him. You shake your head, rolling your eyes.

“You cannot tell me that is not the fucking cutest thing you have ever seen. They are rolling around in little balls, Joel. Tiny bears rolling around in the snow!” Your hand grabs his jacket, and he freezes up. You’ve touched him only a few times— times he thinks of far too often, but it still makes him feel like a deer in the damn headlights.

“It’s adorable. Can we move now?” You roll your eyes again, but for some reason you always smile at him after. Like he’s funny or something.

“Fine, but you’re missing out, cowboy.”

“I’m not a cowboy.” He says between huffs as he drags himself upright. He offers you a hand, brushing off the snow from his jacket with the other. You take it, and a rush of heat nearly melts the snow on his head.

“You wore that hat. You’re a cowboy.”

“I wore that one time.” He reminds you to no avail, and you laugh, walking in line next to him.

“It looked good! I think you should lean into it. You got the whole accent going on, and the chivalry act. It’s a winner!” You tuck your arms into the straps of your backpack, your shoulders brushing his. He doesn’t move away.

“Chivalry, huh?”

“You did save my life. Multiple times. And taught me how to shoot a gun.” He scoffs. You thought that was chivalry? Fuck, if only you knew how he’d really treat a woman— how he’d treat you if you aren’t stuck out in these woods.

“Yeah, perfect first date. Learn how to shoot a rusty old rifle.” Joel jokes, and then feels you stop, boots crunching in the snow.

“That was a date?” Wide eyed, you stare up at him, the space between you feeling further than ever and way too close.

“What… I didn’t mean it like—“Joel sighs, taking a step forward. “Thats not what I meant.”

“Oh. Yeah, I knew that.” You shake your head, snow falling off your beanie. It nearly comes loose, and when you walk up next to him, Joel moves before he can think.

He can’t stand that little look in your eye, the one he used to see all the time. It was hurt— hurt caused by him. You’d had enough of that in your life. Joel wasn’t going to be the cause of it anymore. Not when you were the woman he— the woman he cared about.

His hands tug lightly on the sides of your beanie, and you still under him. Your eyes watch him cautiously as he adjusts it on your head and over your ears, and then lets his hands linger. They wander down, still gloved, along your cheeks, wiping away the snowflakes resting on your cheeks. He takes in a breath, and his chest touches yours. When you smile softly, he feels sucker punched, and his hands slowly fall from your face.

“I didn’t mean that.” Joel says in the same low tone he uses when you talk at night, like it’s a secret.

“The date, or the backtracking?” You were still smiling, and it cut Joel up like a blunt knife was searing into his heart. You were fucking painful, but he yearned for it.

“The… both. That— at the time, that wasn’t a date. But that’s not sayin’ I wouldn’t take you on one.” Your face was full of surprise— eyebrows raised and mouth agape. “One with less guns.”

“Joel…” You breathe, and he wishes he kept his hands on your face.

He lets the confession sit, unsure of what to do with himself now he’s put it out there. He’s got two days alone with you in these woods before you reach Tommy, and he’s fucked if he’s gotta deal with your rejection—

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with less guns.” You say, clearing the distance between you and him in three bounding steps. “I’m excited to see what you come up with, then.”

“You, uh—“

“Though I am expecting you to break out the hat. I want the full experience.” He can hear the smile in your voice, his head dropping down so you can’t see his matching one.

“I’ll make sure I do that, darlin’.” Your breath hitches, and it’s your turn to hide from him.

You both keep walking, though Joel feels himself pressing closer and closer. His heart is racing, and he’s half worried he’s going to pass out, his vision a little blurry. Did he just ask you out? He feels like he missed it. Just blacked out and someone else took over. Not just that, but he thinks you might have just said yes.

“You do look good in that hat. I was serious.” You admit, staring at your boots. Joel feels his face get hot, unfamiliar territory making his hands shake.

“You’re insane.” He manages, and links his hand with yours.

“Whatever you say, cowboy.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel x you #joel x y/n #tlou #tlou joel #joel miller fic #joel miller #joel miller fluff

[amnesique]

Hey I love your Nick work could you do one where reader and him are cuddling and Thro wants in and they go for a drive 🥰

stupidly in love — nicholas leister

i'm not sure if that's what you meant by going for a drive, but i hope you like it either way. also, thank u so much, i'm glad you enjoyed my work <33 (wasn't proofread)

you and nick were watching a movie, in his room, with the door closed, in case the movie would end up being the one watching you.

you sat on his bed, in his arms, resting on his chest while he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you so close to him so that he can inhale your perfume and place small kisses on your bare shoulders from time to time, which distracted you from to the action of the movie.

“stop,” you scolded him in a whisper, between weak giggles, as you pulled back a little to stop his lips from making direct contact with your skin.

the voices of the characters could be heard in the background, but nick hadn't been paying attention to the action for several minutes. being so close to you was a distraction.

"stop what?" he whispered in your ear and you felt a thrill of excitement runing up your spine, as he managed to kiss you, despite your fake resistance.

"that," you replied, as he kissed you once more, and you sighed on the one hand disappointed that the movie you put on wasn't being taken seriously, and on the other hand because you were trying to hold back so you wouldn't be the one who takes the situation to the next level.

he turned your head towards him with one of his hands, continuing to hold your waist with the other, and asked you, with his lips very close to yours, "something wrong?"

a faint sound, that was at first meant to say that everything was fine, leaves your lips over his, and he grins, being pleased with the effect he had on you.

when, from beyond the door, a dog's voice was repeatedly heard, asking to be let inside.

"is that thor?" you whispered to nick, just as he pushed your hair back to get closer to your neck area.

you were both silent for a few seconds, seconds of that sound repeating, and then he hastened to approach your neck, and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. "he can wait," nick said, then started to place kisses on your neck.

but the dog didn't stop.

"nick," you murmured weakly and pulled away, trying to make it harder for him to reach your neck. "nick," you repeated a little louder when you saw that he wasn't giving up.

he pulled back, acting as he was mad and he stared at the door with unreadable eyes.

"go open the door for him,” you encouraged your boyfriend and you got off of him so he could get off the bed, but his gaze was back on you. "nick," you whispered his name once again, in a bit louder tone.

he grumbled, but stood up eventually and opened the door for thor, who immediately changed his mood and started looking around the room, wagging his tail when he saw you.

"he'll have to make it up to me," nick told you referring to thor, but you knew he wasn't being serious so you laughed as you called the dog over to you. he came to the edge of the bed and let himself be caressed by you.

nick moved closer to you, running his palm over his dog's ridge as well and then he kissed you chastely on the lips, sitting down next to you and watching you with a smile on his face as you looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"i was a little jealous of him," he shrugged, "but it's gone now."

you rolled your eyes, laughing, and continued to gently carres thor, taking advantage of the opportunity he had given you.

as usual, this occasion didn't last long as the dog walked past you, rushing towards the exit to the balcony and looking out, while barking to get both of your attention.

"i think he got bored of staying in the house," you said out loud what you were both thinking and nick approved, placing his hand over your thigh, because of his instinct to always touch you. "maybe we should take him for a drive," you came up with the idea and put your hand over your boyfriend's hand, smiling innocently at him. you knew you could easily convince him.

"a drive?" he repeated after you, looking at the dog, that continued to bark at what he saw through the window. "as in driving him with my car?" he continued, his over-the-top car lover side taking over.

"oh, please," you said and squeezed his palm between yours, looking at him with pleading eyes. "you always see puppies sticking their heads out the window, while accompanying their owners in the car."

"ok," he gave in, overwhelmed by your plea and his desire to please you being somehow bigger than his love for his car.

"for real?" you asked, looking at him in shock and with a not-so-subtle smile, knowing you got what you wanted so quickly.

he nodded his approval, stood up from beside you, and took his keys from the bedside table, holding out his hand to you as he spoke to thor, "let's go, boy," he said as you stood up and caught his hand, "we'll please your beautiful co-owner and we'll take you out for a drive," he added as he called the dog to follow you out of his room, into the hall of the house.

you couldn't be happier than that, being with nick leister and having the opportunity not only to be loved by him, but also to spend time with his wonderful large staffordshire terrier dog, thor.

#culpa mia #my fault #nicholas leister #nicholas leister x reader #nicholas leister x y/n #nicholas leister fanfic #nicholas leister fluff #culpa mia fanfic #nick leister #nick leister x reader #nick leister x y/n #nick leister fanfic #nick leister fluff #culpa mia movie #my fault movie

[ikkosu]

prowl prowl prowl prowl prowl prowl

read ur earthspark bumblebee fic and I loved it so much u don’t understand how much I love him literally kicking my feet and giggling rn anyways back to prowl. I want to have that man emotionally and a little physically broken and knocked down and he just can’t really go on anymore and then reader pulls him to their lap and hugs and comforts him and he starts crying and sobbing and shit and it’s just very fluffy and that’s when his possessiveness starts anyways this is just a very long ramble and braindump byee

a/n : 😭😭 HELLO???? YOU CSANBT JUST DROP A BOMB AT END THEN LEAVE LIKE ITS NOTHING???? WDYM POSESEIVE??? 🤨🤨🤨🤨 CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR . Ohhh but writing angst with prowl is literally the best tho

THEN, it hit him.

Prowl had expected it, ammassing data from the miniscule furrow of brows, tightening of the lips and shift of stance. Prowl watches. He scrutinizes. He thinks. A one, two, three step — he could calculate the next move.

But wasn't quick enough to register the pain.

He grunts as his helm jerks to the side. A momentum so vehement he staggered off his balance, breaking the rigidity composed of a cold, unflinching face. Now, he's reduced to leaning against the wall, optics a little wide as he took in the sequence.

Like a dam had been spooled, a breach of his calculations, Prowl is stoned cold, left wide open and vulnerable. Jazz would know. The tactician wasnt much good of a fighter.

Warmth trickled from his nose. It tasted bitter on his lips, tangy and acrid, as it dribbles down his chin and plinked onto the ground. He steadied his breath. His digits dig into the wall.

Compose yourself, Prowl.

"Bastard!"

—and he feels a pede hard against his abdomen. A bristle of pain blossomed. First, pinpricks sizzled then it drew every breath from his intake — and out into a grunt. Ivory plating chafes the mettalic floor, curating sparks that skid in tandem of his fall.

Such an open commotion deemed a kind of consequence. Almost immediately, voices bristle and clamour around the base. Comms clicked online. Habsuite door swishes open and out dawdled, droopy, sleep-lulled optics, once irritated by the interruption, now widened in alarm at the sight.

"That's enough." Someone had barked.

Prowl was much too lethargic to care, who. While he gathered himself, pedes scamper, a muffled distance away, not to him but a pitter patter towards the raved and seething bot. He was yelling obscenities.

Prowl tries not to care.

He ignores how it churns his spark a little, like a knife plunged into his chassis and twisting. Servos were quick to furl around the limbs and plating, holding the bot back. They tow him away to the nearest med-bay, he assumed. Struggle was evident.

What was his name? Vox? Vernheim? Vercul? He can't recall. Was it worth remembering? No. Perhaps, it wasn't. Another record he could pass off as insubordinate.

Prowl pressed his helm against the cold, metal floor.

It wasn't worth the risk.

Often, he had sought warmth from the cold, unfurling his beckon while what returned is repugnance. Like an albatross it curled around his neck, strangling the life out of him. You can't be burnt from something already doused of its flames. It was a purpose he tries to upholster, for himself alone and for the better good.

He tuned out the noise. Tuned out the wails of the bot that grew louder and louder as he mourned for his friend — or, he supposed, someone more.

Why should it matter to him?

He lifts his helm a little, high enough to regard the puddle of energon on the floor but low enough not to strain his neck.

Prowl curls out a digit and pressed it against the trickling wound. It coats the ivory tip mauve and another drop rolled from his finger and down where a visage rippled from the puddle. His face bared back. Blue optics, luminiscent and pure and the other, a black-swarthy hole, barren, was his other eye.

Is that how he always looked like? Exhausted? Haggard? The lines of his face, withdrawn and eyes, vacant? If he knew what his actions would have led to, would he have done the same thing as he did? A sharp pain broiled center of his abdomen, right where the pede had landed it's blow.

Prowl swallowed thickly.

Nobody came to him.

"Oh, my god. Prowl?"

He blinks out of his stupor. He's not looking at you, he realizes. His optics were roosted to the ground. To the floor. Then, slowly it trailed upwards to meet your eyes.

Soft, was what he thought as you stood before him in your sleeping garment, hair a mussed up tousle and eyes, glassy. Concern etched the seams of your face, lips frowning.

Irritation fizzles his spark. You should be sleeping. Not joining the myriad of foolish endeavors that had curated prior. But here you are, clutching your shirt, a face so expressive, envy posed a threat to his thoughts.

"Your nose is bleeding!" Your hands finds his shoulder.

Normally, he would dismiss you for being too invasive of his personal space. The difference between of just enough and overbearing isn't clear on your terms — but your voice was frantic. It wavered. He's not sure what to do with himself if it cracked any more.

"I know." He said calmly.

You shake your head in disbelief, now kneeling on the ground. You tugged him closer and every word that you uttered constricted your throat in pain. The pain you felt for him.

" Oh, Prowl. Prowl. Oh, god." Your voice was hushed, coaxing him like he was a child. "Why'd they leave you like this?"

He grits teeth. "Because they knew I'd be fine, alone if I were. And, I am. Now go to sleep. It's late. You have an early shift tommorow. Not to mention, three reports due Friday."

"You're not fine!"

"I am." He clipped.

"You're bleeding!"

"Don't test my patience—"

"You know, you aren't fine! " You rasped. "Stop denying this. Stop denying everything and be gentle with yourself for once!"

You cup his cheek. He bristled at the touch.

Go. Go to sleep. He wants to say. But it's proven difficult by the lump of rocks constricting his throat. He fears that if he uttered a single word — he won't be able to compose himself after, glass breaking at a mere swing.

"You're fragile enough, as is." You said softly. "Stop pushing yourself. Stop pretending. If not for me then...at least for your own good...take care of yourself."

Then, you cradled his helm and pull it against your chest, the possible thought of blood smearing your shirt was discarded.

The fabric nestled his face. It was soft and warm. The fragrance of flowers flared his nose. You smelled nice. Nice like spring. Nice like the morning light that spools through the blinds. When was the last time he was ever held like this?

Prowl tries to steady his thoughts.

"Let me go." He whispered but made no motion to move. His shoulders shook, his servos clamped up into a fist. He feels small. Like a toddler seething with an inner tantrum, tears and snot blotting their itty bitty faces.

You held him tighter. "I won't leave you. Not like this. Not like they did."

"I'm not asking." He bites back. Cool liquid prickles his optics. It's dried by your shirt. Whether or not you felt it, you don't say

"And, I'm not stating an opinion, either." You said, a soothing hand on his back. He's on the ledge, teetering over a cliff he can't climb back up lest he falls.

"A demand goes both ways, Prowl. I'm tired of seeing you like this. Everyday, where you're alone. Cooped up in that room and nobody would spare a glance—"

Your voice wavers.

Prowl buries his face deeper into your warmth. His servo clutched your waist, it was soft to the touch, pulling you close. He wanted to push you. Treat you like how he treats everyone else, a dynamic he often pondered if it was suitable enough for your sanity. But he knew, if ever the day he went too far and you would walk away, the cold shoulder prominent— he's never going to let you go.

"— Let me take care of you, please."

He still hear the voices. The whispers. The resentment. Everything vile that bore a mark on his stature. They purged his mind thoughtless, ushered him to a place, no longer where grief was present but an empty, desolate place where he's unable to escape from it so.

You’re never going to leave him.

And, he’ll ensure in many more ways than one you’re ever going to.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #prowl x reader #idw prowl

[itgetsdark-x]

I Wanna See You Beggin’ (Part 4)

Summary: Joel Miller is your dad’s best friend, you knew it was wrong, you knew it would only cause trouble but you couldn’t help the way you ached for the man. (Part One | Part Two | Part Three)

Disclaimers: (Title is from I Hate Myself for Loving You — Joan Jett & The Blackhearts), I do not own any of these characters / people but I did write these words, I don’t give permission for this to be copied anywhere else 😌

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni, pls), unprotected p in v (pls be responsible and wrap before u tap), mild violence / swearing / general angst, age gap (reader mid twenties, Joel would be late 40s), no outbreak in this au.

A/N: woweeee, I am still blown away by the interest in my dumb writing! thank you for all the reblogs / likes / comments and thank you for your patience whilst I got my act together and wrote this fourth part! I feel like it sucks, if it does, I’m so sorry! I think I have one more part in me, with this series which would include a small time jump to finish it off. if people are interested, I will definitely write it. enjoy and I hope it makes y’all happy, finally hehehe. love u all <3

“Y/N?” Your dad called louder this time and you slapped Joel as you jolted awake, your fist hit his chest and he spluttered as he awoke from his deep sleep. 

“Fuck, shit. Fuck. Joel, get up, get the fuck up and get dressed.” You hissed and Joel sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You immediately went into action and pulled your pyjamas on hastily, your shirt was inside out and you almost fell over as you stumbled down your stairs to answer the front door. 

“M-morning dad, you woke me up.” You mumbled, your voice panicked. “What’re you doing here, are you okay?” You lied as he entered your hallway. 

You could sense it, your dad was pissed, he rarely ever got angry but whenever he did, you knew it immediately. 

“Well uh, I went to Joel’s house to pick him up but it was weird, his truck wasn’t on his drive nor was he actually home. I shrugged it off and assumed it was just ‘cause he went to site by himself so imagine my surprise, sweet pea, when I drive past here and see his truck parked up out the front of your house.” Your dad spoke and you could feel the annoyance, his eyes were scanning the area, looking behind you to see if he could spot Joel. “You wanna tell me why it is exactly that his truck is out front?” 

“Look, I, um. We, uh, fuck.” You cursed and your cheeks flushed a deep red as you shifted awkwardly on the spot, your brain not moving nearly fast enough to come up with a convincing lie.

“Just… Where is he?” Your dad asked and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“M-my bedroom…” You answered quietly. “B-but it’s not what you think!” You called after your dad as he didn’t hesitate to climb your stairs quickly. 

“Miller,” Your dad barked and your stomach flipped, you felt sweaty and sick. “What. The. Fuck have you been doin’ with my little girl?” He shouted and slammed your bedroom door open, you followed your dad and tried to grab his arm back and take him downstairs. “Get downstairs, right now.” Your dad hissed at you. 

Joel was stood in your bedroom, he had pulled his boxers and shirt on and was just trying to button up his jeans. It was clear as day; entirely evident what had been happening here; it was written over both of your faces and the fact Joel’s shirt and jeans were unbuttoned only supplied further, concrete proof to your dad. 

You dad lurched at Joel, his forearm pinned the older male against the wall as he pushed his arm across Joel’s chest and without thinking for another second, your dad planted a hard punch to Joel’s face. You heard a sickening crunch and you winced before you leapt into the room and tried to peel your dad’s frame off of Joel’s. 

“I told you to fucking go downstairs. Go.” Your dad barked and you flinched away from him, that seemed to soften your dad’s eyes ever so slightly but the rage soon built once again as Joel spoke. 

“I’m sorry, bud. It’s not what you think. I haven’t been preying on her, I care about her. A lot.” Joel spoke, trying to calm your father down. “Can we please sit down and talk about this?”

“So you haven’t been fucking her then?” Your dad spat and it made the guilt in your stomach bubble ferociously. 

“Dad.” You whispered. “I’m a woman, I can choose whom I have relationships with. You don’t get to decide that.” Your voice shook as you looked at Joel, you wanted to take him into your arms and stroke his hair, just do anything to soothe him. He dabbed at his nose with his sleeve as blood soaked it and your stomach turned again. 

“So you decide to fuck my best friend, a man older than your own father? Like a cheap whore.” He spat at you and you felt tears prick your eyes before they fell silently down your cheeks. 

Joel pushed your father off him, whilst he was turned to look at you and he grunted with the effort. 

“You don’t get to speak to her like that.” Joel shouted, squaring his large shoulder up to your dad. 

Your dad laughed, it was dark and fuelled by anger. “Yeah, well, you don’t get to tell me how to do shit. You’ve lost that privilege.” 

“I know you’re upset, dad and I’m really sorry, I didn’t want this to happen, not like this… b-but, but I really like Joel.” You spoke quietly as you steadied your panicked breathing. 

Joel looked at you with a soft smile as he mopped up the last of his blood that was staining his moustache. His eyes were soft as he looked at you and he felt such pride that you would even stick up for him to your dad. He knew your dad’s anger was justified which is why it was hard to argue his case. 

“Look, I’ll take the day off work, I’ll go home and then maybe you could both come over this evening and we could talk about this, calmly. I know you’re angry, and trust me, I would be too. I am sorry you found out this way but I’m not sorry for this happening.” Joel’s voice was edged with coldness but he remained calm as he spoke to your dad. 

“You can take everyday off, ‘bud’. You’re fired, so if I see your face around any of the sites, you’ll be a dead man. You had a kid, you should understand how fucked up this is. Maybe it’s for the best your daughter isn’t around.” You dad said heartlessly. 

“Dad!” You gasped disappointedly. 

Joel winced at your dad’s words and they cut deeper than any punch could. 

“We will speak later. I’m sorry for yelling at you, sweet pea. It’s not your fault, he took advantage, you’re just a kid.” You dad whispered and he went to give you a kiss on the cheek but you flinched away from his touch. 

“I’m a woman, I’m closer to thirty than I am to twenty, dad. I’m a fully grown woman. I’m sorry you found out this way but we’ll only be speaking if you’ll sit down with the two of us. Understand?” Your voice wobbled as you spoke and soon the tears were falling down your cheeks yet again. 

Your dad threw his hands up in defeat and walked out of your room silently, the thick atmosphere of your room was shattered when the front door closed and you jumped. 

The way your dad acted was entirely out of character, he usually never so much as raised his voice at anyone and especially not at you. He wasn’t an aggressive man, so the way he reacted truly shook you to your core.

“Joel,” you cried and went to hold his arm but he avoided your touch. “Joel please,” your voice was coming out as wrecked cries. “Please don’t shut me out, don’t let him get into your head like that. I’m sorry for what he said. He’s just angry and he didn’t think. I’m sorry.” You sobbed further and fell to your knees dramatically, you brought your arms around yourself and cried. 

“Peach,” Joel whispered, his voice shaking also. You looked up at him and his eyes were blurry with tears and it only broke you further. “Your dad is right, I’ve been taking advantage and maybe we didn’t realise because we were blinded with the pure pleasure of it all.” He spoke and he knelt down to look you in the eyes. 

You shook your head and wiped your eyes roughly to clear your vision. “N-no!” You shouted. “You don’t get to fuck me and then tell me you’re taking advantage.” You shouted and weakly punched at Joel’s arms in frustration. “You don’t get to do that.”

He winced as you took your frustrations out on him but he took it all. “I care about you, peach, a lot but… this is my life, I need that job.” He sighed as he took your flailing hands to hold them steady. 

You tried to pull away from his grip with a whine of frustration as he only held you tighter. “Go then.” You stated coldly, tears still falling down your cheeks as you wiped them away in vein. “If the job means that much to you, go. Go apologise to my dad for ‘taking advantage’ of me, go tell him it was the wrong thing to do even though we both know that it’s a lie.” You cried, openly and blatantly now, you let the tears fall as your voice shook with effort. 

Joel enveloped you in his arms, his hand stroked through your hair and he shushed you softly. “Baby girl, it’s okay.” He whispered into the top of your head and he closed his eyes. “It’s not as simple as that. I really care about you and fuck it, I guess part of me didn’t want to admit it, especially not this early on but clearly, I love you. I’ve cared about you for years, I just didn’t understand to what capacity. It’s just… I can’t let this ruin my life, or yours for that matter… If your dad says anything to anyone… I’ll be a wanted man, people will be furious with me.” He sighed. 

His words cut through you like a hot knife through butter and it only seemed to make things worse. “I’m a woman!” You cried quietly, wiping your eyes again to try and clear them. “Why doesn’t anyone understand that? I’m a fully legal and consenting woman! I pay taxes!!” You laughed through a cry which caused Joel to chuckle above you. 

“We knew we were crossing a very strong line when we slept together last Friday, we knew it would cause issues but we did it anyway. And I’m glad we did… it’s just, I think I need to go home and think about this all. You should think too, if we decide to pursue this further it might mean your old man won’t speak to you again…” Joel spoke quietly and released you from his arms. 

“I —“ Your voice cracked and you took a deep, calming breath in to try to resume some composure. “I don’t need to think about this, Joel. I’ve wanted you for months, if not years, it’s actually kind of embarrassing. Sure, a lot of that lies in lust for you but I want you completely, I want to be yours. I- I want a future with you.” You mumbled the last part of your sentence. 

Joel cringed internally at your words; it made his heart swell at your kindness, your sincerity in wanting a future with him but he couldn’t help but cringe at the fact you would give everything up for him. He didn’t feel worthy of it. He felt like a complete screw up. 

“Peach,” his voice shook as you looked into his big, sad brown eyes. “You need your dad, he needs you, you know this. I can’t, I mean, I won’t let you throw that away on me.” He said sadly and slumped his back against the wall, creating some space between you both. 

“Joel,” you said sternly. “If my father can’t get over this, then that is on him. He should care more for my happiness than the awkwardness of the situation. I understand that it’s a difficult thing for him but on our one date we have been on, you treated me so much better than any guy my age. You’re a gentleman, you’ve been nothing short of that.” You finalised. 

“That’s sweet of you, baby girl. It is but, you need to be sure of this. It’ll get a whole lot more ugly before it gets better.” Joel sighed. 

You pinched at the bridge of your nose, closed your eyes and sighed frustratedly. “God, I just don’t understand why it effects him so much?! You’ve known me for years, you wouldn’t hurt me! Surely that’s better than some stupid fuck boy my age just looking for a quick fuck and chuck.” You grumbled and Joel couldn’t help but laugh. 

You shot a warning glare in his direction and he bit back another laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He laughed and threw his hands up in surrender. “It’s just… You’re adorable when you’re grumpy. It’s not the time but, you’re just so cute.” He smiled. 

“Shut up.” You grumbled and rolled your eyes. “We need to get you cleaned up, I’m gonna text my boss and tell him I’m taking the day off. I’m a mess and I couldn’t think of anything worse than client calls today.” You stood from the floor and wiped your face with your hands. “Go get in the shower, I’ll grab a towel for you and bring it in.” You held your hand out for Joel to take, he took it gently and pulled himself to his feet. 

You didn’t release his hand, instead you reached up to cup the side of his face so you could place a chaste kiss to his lip, the faint metallic tang of blood lingered on your lips and you sighed softly. 

“Joel, for what it’s worth, I’m glad he found out about us. It’s taken the pressure off of it and now, we can work on winning him over.” You said softly and looked into his soft eyes, you could see the tiredness and sadness hiding in his deep irises. 

“I am too, peach. I’m sorry for how he shouted at you though, you don’t deserve that. Not now, not ever.” He concluded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Come join me in the shower?” He asked with a boyish smile. 

“Give me five minutes to call my boss and I’ll be right there. Go warm the water up for me.” You smiled and pushed him towards the bathroom. 

That’s exactly what you did, you phoned your boss and explained you weren’t feeling great and needed the day off, thankfully, he didn’t ask too many questions and was pretty forgiving. Once that was taken care of, you grabbed a couple fresh towels from the laundry closet and headed to your bathroom; you smiled to yourself as you heard Joel hum lowly and saw steam spilling from the room. 

There he was, in all his rough perfection, all strong lines and a light frown settled into his features. He had his head tipped back into the hot stream of water and the hot water cascaded down his body like a river. Your breath caught in your throat slightly as you watched him and it hit you all at once, like a brick, you had such strong feelings for this man and finally, you were allowing yourself to feel them all at once. Your shoulder was leant up against the doorframe when Joel finally tilted his head back up and opened his eyes to see you watching him. 

“Didn’t realise you were such a peeping Tom, darlin’.” He huffed out a chuckle as he cleared the water from his face with his hands. 

“Just admiring you, s’all.�� You smiled. “You’re pretty damned handsome, Joel Miller.” 

“And you,” he held a hand out to you, ushering you forward. “Peach, are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart fluttered at his words and once again, a blush settled high in your cheeks. He had such a physical effect on you with his tender words. You took a step towards the bathtub and smiled at him. 

“Are you trying to have sex with me again, Miller?” You asked with a soft smirk. 

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged. “But get in here with me anyway.” Joel grinned before holding his nose when the pain rippled through his face. 

You undressed from your pyjamas and stepped into the bathtub with Joel, he made room for you and allowed you to have the direct stream of water to flow over you. You sighed happily as the hot water washed away all the tension in your body. 

You held onto Joel’s arm tightly as you went onto your tiptoes to inspect his face further, your delicate fingers held his chin as you rotated his head to get a full view of his features. 

“Do you think it’s broken? Do I need to take you to the ER?” You asked worriedly. 

Joel shook his head. “Nah, not broken or anything darlin’, just really fucking sore. I’ve broken my nose before and it was a lot worse. It’ll be fine.” He dismissed with a weak smile. 

“I’m sorry,” you sighed and stroked Joel’s arm. 

He shook his head at you, “Please stop apologisin’, wasn’t your fault.”

You reached behind you and grabbed the shampoo off of the shelf in your shower. “Let me wash your hair.” You smiled at him and began to lather the fruit-scented liquid into his salt and pepper hair. 

Joel hummed in appreciation and dipped his head down so you had better access; your finger nails gently scratched at his scalp and he let out a soft groan. You smiled as you washed Joel’s hair, it felt so domesticated and natural. 

“Got a few new grey hairs here.” You teased as you took the shower head and directed the stream of water to his head. 

“Do not!” He grumbled which caused you to laugh again. 

You finished washing his hair and Joel switched your positions so he could return the favour, his rough fingers massaged your scalp before he let his fingers drop lower to massage your tense neck and shoulders. Your back was turned to the older male as his fingers worked the tight knots in your muscles loose. You hummed as your body relaxed further and Joel dipped his head down to pepper soft kisses to your neck. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel whispered as he kissed your neck and shoulder; you could feel his body pressed to yours, his cock hardening with each kiss he pressed to your soft skin. 

“Shut up.” You giggled affectionately; Joel nipped at your skin in response which caused you to yelp quietly. 

“Manners.” He reminded you as his hands worked their way down your body. 

His hands landed on your breasts, he gave the flesh of them a testing squeeze and let his fingers tweak your nipples softly. 

“God, I want you just as bad as the first time.” He hummed into your neck, his fingers twisting the delicate buds of your hardening nipples. 

You made a soft noise of appreciation, your ass pressed against Joel harder and you wiggled your hips for him. Joel’s hands slid down your torso before sliding behind you to cup your ass, he spread your cheeks and gripped at the flesh tightly, you leant forward slightly to give the male more access. 

He made a guttural noise behind you and let his cock slide between your folds which cause you to let out a breathy moan. 

“How about I take your mind off this mornin’, fuck the stress right out of your little cunt.” Joel whispered, his gruff voice almost being drowned out by the water running. 

You nodded meekly, your stomach knotting with the anticipation of being filled by the older male once again; it felt like no matter how many times you had him, you were always left wanting more. He was intoxicating, worse than any drug out there and it left you hungrier than the last time. 

Joel let out a low, breathy chuckle and passed his cock through your slick folds again. “Please.” You whispered and pressed yourself back, catching the tip of his cock. 

“Okay, pretty girl. No teasin’, not today.” He laughed, taking his length and pressing it to your needy hole. He pushed his hips forward roughly and bottomed out, you gasped out loudly and your hands fell flat onto the tiled walls of your bathroom. Joel held your ass and gave the delicate skin a soft slap, the sound of your wet skin echoed in the room. 

Joel groaned out as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward once again. “You feel like heaven, wanna stay inside of you forever.” He mumbled, building up a quick pace. 

You moaned into your arm as Joel’s cock worked its way in and out of you, your fingers flexed weakly as they searched for something to grip onto for support. 

“How ‘bout you touch yourself whilst I fuck you?” Joel asked, his voice oozing with just enough condescension to drive you crazy. 

You nodded and let one of your shaky arms drop down your stomach and you let your fingers find your throbbing clit. As soon as your nimble fingers made contact with your sensitive clit, you moaned and clenched around Joel which only seemed to egg him on further. You circled your clit in time with Joel’s thrusts and it didn’t take long for your stomach to bubble with your impending orgasm. 

“G-gonna cum.” You stated, your chest heaving with your heavy breaths. “Please, please let me cum.” You whimpered, knowing Joel loved it when you asked him for permission. 

“Mmm, atta girl. Such a good girl for asking. Cum on my cock before I drain my balls into your tight little hole.” He groaned.

It’s all the permission you needed; Joel’s filthy words lingered in your mind as the obscene sounds of your wet pussy and your bodies slapping together filled the room. Your walls fluttered around the older male, your toes curled and you tried your hardest to keep your balance as the water poured around you. You screwed your eyes shut as you came around the male, his name falling from your wet parted lips. Stars fluttered behind your closed eyelids as you rode out your high, Joel still fucked into you with vigour. 

“Fill me up, please.” You whined to Joel as you clenched around him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still thrumming through your body. 

Joel was there, chasing his high like a crazed man. He held your hips tightly and kept his thrusts deep and quick as he worked himself to his finish. It only took a matter of seconds before he roughly grabbed one of your breasts and finished deep inside of you. You gasped as you felt the hot liquid spurt in you, spilling around Joel’s thick cock as he fucked himself through it. He groaned deeply in your ear and kept your body close to his; he had pulled you up so you were standing upright and his face was buried deeply into your neck. His lips brushed over your ear and his hot breath fanned across your skin, you shuddered as Joel finally pulled himself from within you. You already felt his semen leaking from your spent hole and you whined at the sensation. 

“I’m a ruined woman, you’ve ruined me, Joel Miller.” You laughed dryly, to which Joel kissed the top of your head with a breathy chuckle. 

—

Once you were cleaned up, you and Joel found yourselves cuddled on your sofa; he had claimed his hoodie back and had slipped his boxers back on, it was a look you quite appreciated as it meant you could stare at his muscular legs. 

You had a blanket wrapped around you, your legs draped over Joel’s lap as you faced the male. “I feel like we should properly speak about this morning… Now that everything has calmed down a little and I’m not crying anymore.” You mumbled, breaking the comfortable quietness in the room. Your tv was on in the background but the volume was low, you were entirely sure what Joel had put on but his attention shifted as soon as you spoke. 

“Yeah, we probably should. I think maybe you should reach out to your old man.” Joel said quietly. 

You opened your mouth to protest and he raised an eyebrow at you, causing the words to quickly die in your mouth. 

“I know. I know you were about to say that he’s the one in the wrong and he needs apologise and yeah, he does, darlin’. He was a nasty piece of work this morning, with the way he spoke to you but you did have sex with me, like we said this morning… we knew we were crossing a line and we let it happen again afterwards.” Joel continued, you listened and nodded slightly. 

“I just… I don’t know what to say to him, I know it was a shock this morning but like, he was a dick!” You protested, dropping your head back onto the arm of your sofa in frustration. 

“I think we need to be a little more understanding, sweet girl. Could you imagine if you walked in on your dad and one of your close friends?” Joel asked. 

“Gross!” You exclaimed with a fake gag. “I guess you’re right though… do you think I should try calling him? I think he would be on his lunch break now?”

“I think it’s a good idea, I could leave and give you some space, if you like?” Joel asked and looked you, your head was still dropped back and he squeezed your leg gently. 

“No!” You called out and lifted your head, your eyes filled with panic. “Please stay, I want you here incase he shouts or something again… I’ll probably cry.” You stated bluntly. 

“As long as you’re sure, peach.” He said softly and stroked the bare skin of your legs. 

You reached over to your coffee table and slid your phone off the edge, you contemplated it for a while before you unlocked your device and pressed your dad’s name to call him. You put it on speakerphone and placed your phone on your chest, your fingers toyed with the blanket as the dial-tones filled the room. 

“Dad,” you started as soon as he picked up. “Hi.” You said weakly. 

“Y/N.” You dad stated. “Is he there with you still?” 

“No,” you lied pathetically before shaking your head at Joel. “I mean, yes. He is, sorry I don’t know why I lied, I panicked.”

“I’ll call you later once he is gone then. I don’t want anything do with that man ever again and you shouldn’t either. Disgusting.” You dad hissed into the receiver, his voice was dropped low and you were thankful he wasn’t throwing Joel’s name around carelessly. You could hear the tiredness in his voice as well, like he was forcing the anger out.

“Daddy, please.” You begged, you rarely ever called your dad that anymore but you were desperate, you felt like a child seeking acceptance and validation again. “Please talk to us. Talk to me. I’m sorry for what happened this morning.” You spoke, your voice cracked part way through your sentence and you cleared your throat.

“Please don’t get upset, princess.” Your dad said softly, and for the first time today, you could hear the love in his voice. “I’m sorry for how I shouted at you this morning, my anger was directed in the wrong place and I’m sorry for what I called you. I’m ashamed of how I acted towards you this morning.”

“And towards Joel.” You said quietly. “Dad, you said it was for the best his daughter isn’t around anymore. Regardless of how upset you were, that was a disgusting cheap shot and I still can’t believe you said it.” You sighed sadly, replaying the scene in your head over and over. 

“I — uh, you’re right. I shouldn’t have said that to him, I’ve been thinking ‘bout it all morning. Is he okay? Are you okay? I’m really sorry you saw me punch him like that as well, I just… I feel like I should have protected you more, I feel like this happened because I let Joel into our lives.” Your dad mumbled. He kept his voice hushed as he whispered the older male’s name. 

“Dad…” you sighed again. “Joel’s not a bad man, he’s one of the best guy’s I know. I was the one who instigated this whole thing. So if you’re gonna blame anyone, please, please blame me. Joel’s not done anything wrong. I’m an adult.”

“I know you and maybe that’s why I reacted the way I did, it’s just. You’re all I have left and it’s not an excuse but I feel like you don’t need me anymore.” Your dad admitted and you heard the wobble in his voice. 

“Please come over to Joel’s tonight, we can all sit down and talk about this properly?” You pleaded. 

“Fine. I’ll be round about 7pm, okay?” Your dad concluded. 

“I love you so much, dad. Thank you.” You whispered. 

“Love you too, sweet pea.” He said softly before the line cut off. 

You let out a deep huff and your head dropped against the arm of sofa again, tears pricked your eyes and you rubbed them roughly to stop the tears from falling. 

“Proud of you.” Joel stated, his fingers rubbing your skin soothingly. “You did so well, you were mature and kind. Perfect manners.” He praised, teasing you about your manners. 

You let out a small laugh, sitting up so you could look at Joel again. His eyes were tired and soft, his fingers continued to soothe you and you sighed contentedly. 

“God, I’m dreading tonight already.” You winced and Joel nodded in agreement. “Gonna have to keep your dirty hands off me, Miller.” You teased, jabbing your toes into his side to tickle him; he grabbed your feet and tickled the bottom of them causing you to let out a squeal. 

“Gonna have to keep your hands off me, more like. Dirty girl.” He teased, still tickling you. 

— 

Joel and you spent the majority of your afternoon on your sofa, watching TV and cuddling up to have a couple of naps. You had got dressed into jeans and a comfy knitted jumper, Joel had pulled his clothes on from the previous night. 

“Stay with me tonight, once your dad is gone? Bring some clothes and stay with me?” Joel asked quietly, feeling nervous to ask you, for some reason. 

“Thought you’d never ask.” You teased with a grin before you grabbed your overnight bag and stuffed your essentials inside of it.

Joel drove you both over to his house, it was around 6pm and you felt your stomach flip with anxiety with every minute that passed. You drew the curtains in the living room, lit the fireplace and even lit a couple of candles that were scattered in the living room. They made you smile as the warm glow flicked in front of you; you had bought these for Joel for Christmas last year, you insisted he needed a feminine touch to his house, especially if he was ‘ever going to get a girlfriend’. You had always felt to bitterly anytime your father brought up that Joel should ‘get back out there and find someone’; looking back on it now, it made you laugh. If only you could have seen what was coming right round the corner for you both. 

“I think we should order Chinese.” Joel stated from the doorway of the living room, causing you to jump slightly. 

“Oh uh, yeah. Sounds good. Dad’s favourite, good tactic, Miller.” You smiled as you wandered over to where Joel was stood. 

“What were you doing in here?” Joel asked suspiciously. 

“Nothin’, just admiring those nice candles.” You teased and wrapped your arms around Joel’s waist so you were hugging his frame. 

“Oh yeah?” Joel asked, smirking. “Some girl got me them saying I needed a feminine touch in my house, or somethin’ like that.” He teased, wrapping his arms around your neck so he could hold you close. 

You hit his side affectionately and rolled your eyes at him, you leant back so you could see his features and he ducked his head down to catch your lips in a kiss. His hand immediately found your cheek, he cupped it tenderly as his lips moved against yours. You smiled into the kiss and swiped your tongue across Joel’s bottom lip silently asking for permission to deepen it. Joel obliged happily, allowing you access to explore his mouth further and he hummed in appreciation as your tongue met his own. You could taste mint on his hot breath as you kissed and you couldn’t stop the quiet moan that escaped your mouth as you kissed. It was a tender moment, his hand held you so softly as you kissed him deeply. 

Finally, you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath momentarily and his kissed your lips softly once more. 

“You can’t be doing that to me, not when your dad could arrive any moment. We are trying to win him over, I don’t think he’ll be best pleased if he arrived and saw you with your tongue down my throat and my cock hard in my jeans, will he?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You giggled and shrugged at Joel. “Not my problem if you get hard from me kissing you. Sounds like a you problem, Mr Miller.” You teased and kissed his cheek before leaving the room. 

Joel slapped your ass teasingly as you walked away and you yelped at him, pushing his hand away. You climbed onto one of the stools at his kitchen island and picked up your phone to look at the time. It was 6:40pm and you knew your dad would be arriving imminently. You absently chewed on the side of your thumb and scrolled through your phone to try and distract yourself momentarily. 

“It’ll be fine, peach.” Joel said soothingly, he kissed the top of your head. “I’m gonna have a quick smoke before he arrives.”

“It’ll be fine, Joel.” You mimicked, knowing the man only really smoked when he was drunk, stressed or nervous. 

“Shut up.” He laughed affectionately and grabbed his packet of smokes from near his kitchen door; he let himself out and lit one of his cigarettes. 

You looked at him and you couldn’t help but think back to the morning after it first happened, when you walked down and saw him in nearly the same position then. It was less than a week ago but it felt like a lifetime ago now, it felt as if so much had happened since then. 

You went back to your phone, you opened the camera roll and looked through the images you had taken with Joel last night; you giggled as you scrolled through the stupid faces you pulled. You thumb lingered over the screen as you stared at the image in front of you; it was the one where Joel was kissing your head, your eyes were closed peacefully and you saw the perfect side profile of the older man. It was an image of a seemingly normal couple, you almost didn’t recognise it. Your thumb hovered momentarily over the options before you pressed your screen a couple of times more to set the image as your wallpaper. You locked your phone and touched the screen to see the image illuminated there for you and you grinned at it. 

You were pulled from your phone as the back door, where Joel was, slid open and he stepped inside. He was about to ask if your dad had arrived yet but his words were cut short by the doorbell ringing through the house. You jumped down from the stool, smoothed your jumper and gave a shaky sigh to try and calm yourself. Joel held his hand out for you to take; which you did gratefully and he caught your lips for a quick kiss, just one last stolen moment of bliss before your dad broke it. 

Joel wrapped his arm around your waist protectively as you walked to the front door, he gave you a small squeeze as you opened it and saw your dad stood awkwardly, a pack of beer under one arm and a large bunch of flowers in his other hand. You knew he felt awful for this morning, part of you was glad he recognised his awful behaviour and the other part of you felt guilty for his guilt. 

“For you, sweet pea.” He said softly, pushing the bouquet into your direction you. You smelled the flowers and smiled at your dad, the bouquet contained different wildflowers and he had even made sure there were sweet peas throughout, as it was how he always addressed you. “And uh; Joel, these are for you. They’re the ones we always share.” Your dad said quietly, holding the beers out for him to take. 

Joel took them, ushered your dad inside and smiled at him. “Thank you, bud. Truly.”

“Come on through to the kitchen, dad. I’ll put these in a vase and I’ll get you both a drink.” You said sweetly, kissing your dad’s cheek before going through to the kitchen. 

You looked through Joel’s cupboards frustratedly, looking for anything resembling a vase. 

“You’re not gonna find one, peach. Do I look like the sorta guy that has flowers hanging around?” Joel laughed and you rolled your eyes. 

“Of course you don’t have a fuckin’ vase. A vase, something so simple.” You muttered, settling for a large glass and filling it with water so you could at least keep the flowers hydrated. “Gonna start buying you flowers so you have to get a vase.” You teased, sticking your tongue out at Joel. 

Your dad cleared his throat, feeling awkward as he stood by the kitchen island and you shot him an apologetic look. 

“Beers?” You asked enthusiastically as you tried to clear the air. 

“Beers.” The two men concluded at the same time which caused you to laugh. 

You fetched everyone a drink before you put the remaining beers back into the fridge for your dad and Joel to enjoy. 

“Cheers,” you announced. “To family and friendship.” You offered up, tilting your bottle towards your dad. 

“To love.” Your dad concluded and clinked his bottle to yours before gently tapping Joel’s too. 

“Joel, shall I order some food? Do you maybe wanna go through the living room with dad?” You encouraged to which Joel nodded. “Gonna order Chinese, old man, so I hope you brought your appetite.”

“Sounds perfect, thank you, sweet pea.” Your dad smiled weakly as he followed Joel out of the room. 

Joel sat himself down on his couch and motioned for your dad to take a seat, he did so in the arm chair across from the male. 

“I’m sorry.” They both spoke at the same time, your dad waved a hand in front of his face dismissively and shook his head. “No, Joel, I’m sorry. Y/N is an adult, I just didn’t want to admit that she may not need me anymore. What I said was out of order —“

Joel went to interrupt and your dad gave him a look that told him otherwise. “I was out of order, I shouldn’t have brought up Sarah. It wasn’t fair and it definitely wasn’t nice. I just — I hated the thought of you, of you touching my little girl. I just. It made me feel ill.” Your dad continued, pausing to take a swig of his drink with a grimace. “But it’s not just you… it’s the thought of anyone with my little girl that makes me feel ill, I just need to remember she’s an adult and well, at least she’s with someone I know and trust. Because I do, Joel, I still trust you; only now, I trust that you won’t hurt my girl.” He spoke, his voice was soft but stern. 

Joel nodded, his fingers toyed with the label of his beer bottle and he stared at it intently. “Bud, I wouldn’t hurt her. Not even for a second. And I’m sorry, I am for the way this has gone. I know I’m a lot older than her, and I know I’m your friend and I crossed a line there… I care so much about her, I’m truly lucky she wants to give an old guy like me a chance. I’m sorry.” He all but whispered, his voice shaking with nerves. 

“I know you are.” Your dad offered up, giving his knee a friendly pat. “I don’t love the idea of your relationship, and I would appreciate if you didn’t flaunt it in front of me, at least not whilst I adjust to it but I know you’re sorry, and I forgive you. I uh — I didn’t mean what I said about work this morning, you’re not fired. I couldn’t run this shit without you.” Your dad laughed dryly. “Take the rest of the week off, come back next Monday, once we have both had a bit of time to digest everything.”

“Thank you.” Joel breathed, relief flooding his body as he finally felt his muscles relax into the sofa. “Thank you so much, and for what it’s worth, peach is real’ sorry for how this all happened. I know she’s said it herself but she feels awful, much like I do.”

“I know. It’s messy but we will all get over it in time. Come here.” Your dad said, placing his beer bottle down and standing to bring Joel in for a hug; his hands patted Joel’s back as he held him there. “Sarah was the luckiest girl to have a dad like you, I know it. And my sweet pear will be lucky to have you as her partner, also.” Your dad forced the last part of his sentence out, the words didn’t flow with ease but he did mean them, somewhat. 

The rest of the evening was pleasant, you all sat around eating Chinese and listening to music; much like how your Friday evenings went. The tension had all but dissipated once you all sat down to eat and talk things through. 

It was late, you had placed your head into Joel’s lap and drifted off to sleep; your belly full of Chinese food and a low buzz of alcohol thrummed through your body. You were content and safe. 

Joel stroked through your hair with his fingers, his eyes so soft as he looked at you with adoration, your lashes splayed across your soft cheeks and he held your hand with his free one. 

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Your dad announced, a little awkward. Joel was about to get up, to wake you up to say bye but your dad shook his head. “Let her sleep, I’ll send her a message tomorrow morning. Thank you for tonight, truly. I’m sorry for this morning. You’re a good guy, Joel Miller.” Your dad whispered, he patted Joel’s shoulder and Joel closed his eyes at your dad’s kind words of acceptance. He didn’t feel like a good guy, especially not after this morning but he was so thankful for your dad’s apology. 

Your dad left the house quietly and Joel looked down at the perfect sight of your snoozing in his lap. He gently pried you off to stand before he leant down to lift your sleeping body off of the sofa. He was gentle with you, being mindful to hold your body close as he walked you through the doorway to go upstairs.

“Hmm?” You hummed at the disturbance, your eyes barely fluttering open. 

“Taking you up to bed, sweet girl. Your dad just left, he’ll message you in the mornin’ he said.” Joel whispered, trying to keep you from waking up fully. 

“Oh.” You yawned before nuzzling your face into Joel’s neck, searching for warmth. “Hmm. I love you.” You mumbled incoherently, not really registering what had been said. 

Joel paused for a second, taking in your words, he bit back a smile and kissed your head. “My sweet girl, love you more.” He chuckled lowly, you made a small noise in your sleep and with that Joel laid you down on his bed. 

He took your jeans off of you and your jumper before redressing you in the pyjamas you had brought over. He stripped himself down to his boxers and climbed into the space next to you; he brought your sleeping frame closer and held you tightly as he let his own slumber pull him in. 

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[of-many-fandomss]

can u please do a rooster one when o/c is having a panic attack and rooster calms her down?

My first Rooster blurb!!

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It wasn’t like it happened all the time, but it happened enough for everyone to know what to do by now. They almost had it down to a routine, which was very impressive and admirable in your eyes.

Penny was always the first to notice, you being behind the bar with her while you worked at the Hard Deck, and she would immediately flag down the closest naval pilot. Normally it was either Phoenix or Bob, then they would shout to Hangman or Coyote, who would oftentimes be found near the darts board. The two of them would immediately clear a path through the sea of people to get to you, not hesitating to snap at anyone who got too close to you for their liking.

Then came the last step, getting Rooster over to you. It was actually fairly simple, the man always preferring to be close to you whenever he could, even while you were at work.

That was something that you loved about your longtime boyfriend, he wanted to spend every available moment with you.

Your panic attacks had started at a young age and your parents had quickly realized that they were triggered by overly large crowds.

Given that fact, it probably wasn’t your smartest idea to start working at the busiest bar in town. But you had known Penny for most of your life and when she offered you the job because she needed more help running the place, you couldn’t refuse.

Over time, you had learned how to calm yourself down if you began to feel yourself get overwhelmed, but there were times- like this one- that none of your strategies worked. And there was only one person that could always calm down your panic attacks, Bradley.

Vaguely, you watched as Jake snarled at a man who kept trying to get a closer look at you, as you sunk onto the ground behind the bar with hands over your ears, and he gave him a hard shove backwards as a warning.

Your entire body was shaking as you found it harder and harder to breath as the noises of the crowd just got louder and louder.

The pilots had all just gotten back from a successful mission, and everyone had gone out to celebrate. Things just got to be a little too much for you during said celebration.

Bradley shoved his way through the crowd before hopping effortlessly over the bar counter and immediately sliding onto his knees in front of you.

“Hey, hey, honey,” He cooed gently, automatically taking your shaking hand and placing it to his chest, right above his heart, “I want you to follow my breathing, can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His voice was so soft that nobody but you could hear it.

You tried doing what he said, focusing solely on the faint thumping of his heart and tried to match your breathing with his, a strategy that he had learned early on in your relationship to be the most successful.

His mustache twitched up slightly as the corner of his lip quirked up when he saw you begin to calm down, “That’s right, that’s right, honey, just breathe.”

When you finally felt back to normal, a large breath escaped from your lips and you dropped your head backwards against the cupboard behind you.

Once Hangman and Coyote saw that you were alright, they began barking at the still lurking crowd, “All right, mind your own damn business! Nothing to see here!”

Penny crouched down beside you, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and handing you a glass of water.

You shot her an appreciative smile and downed the glass, Roosters eyes never once leaving your face.

“How are you feeling now, baby?” He asked softly.

“Better,” You breathed out, smiling slightly as you cupped his cheek in your hand, “Thank you, Brad.”

He placed a kiss on your palm, “There’s no need to thank me, honey,” He murmured, “This is my job.”

#rooster x reader #rooster blurb #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw blurb #top gun blurb

[outsideratheart]

59 “H-How long have you been standing there?” 146 “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?” y 149 “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.” con Ale. Muchas gracias 🤗

59 “H-How long have you been standing there?” 146 “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?” 149 “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

You and Alexia have known each other for almost ten years and one of the downsides of knowing someone for this long is that it is hard to surprise them because they know you so well.

So when you got told your last media appearances had been cancelled you took the first flight back to Barcelona hoping to surprise your girlfriend.

The house is quiet at first which is odd because Nala normally meets you at the door begging to be cuddled yet there is no furball at your feet. Instead you hear muffled barks coming from the kitchen, again this is odd because the only time Alexia leaves Nala in there is when the house is empty which it isn’t because Alexia’s Cupra is on the drive and the front door is open.

“Where’s mama princesa?” You bend down to pick her up before looking in the garden and the living room, no Alexia.

Then you find her, well technically you hear here. A sound that is normally only heard in your presence.

“Well, we have our answer Nala. Your going to having to go back in the kitchen. I promise we’ll be quick” with that you place the dog back in the kitchen before venturing upstairs.

Opening your bedroom room you see her in all her glory only you cannot help but feel a little betrayed that she would touch herself without you there to enjoy it.

With her eyes closed and clearly close to nirvana, she doesn’t realise you have come home despite you calling out to her. You want to stop her, make her wait until you can bring her to her climax but instead you choose to watch.

You don’t like it when you see and hear her get closer and closer so you put a stop to it by clearing you throat much louder than necessary.

“Y/N, you’re home” when Alexia looks at you her cheeks are flushed and you can’t tell if it’s because of the activity she has just taken part in or it is because you saw her. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

“Were you just masturbating?” The tone in your voice let’s Alexia know it’s a rhetorical question “without me?” You hold your hands to your chest pretending to be hurt.

“U-uh..no, I was just..” realising that there is no way she gets out of this without you teasing, she gives in knowing that as soon as you are satisfied with her reaction, you will satisfy her.

“Want some help?” You are cocky and smug and you have every right to be. In this moment you hold all of the power. Alexia won’t continue to touch herself unless you join in.

You can see her thinking about it. She is stubborn so you know part of her doesn’t want to give in to you.

The staring between the two of you intensifies with every passing second.

“Alexia” you pronounce each syllable in her name, knowing that it drives her crazy “I thought you knew better”

“You have been away ages” Alexia tries to justify her actions.

“It has been two weeks. Are you telling me you pleasured yourself whilst I was in Tokyo?”

She shakes her head. Good you think.

You take off your shorts then your top. Leaving in you in your underwear.

“I’m torn here, I really am because whilst I have missed you and I want nothing more than to make you scream, I also don’t believe in rewarding bad behaviour”

You make your way to the bed. Taking your time before straddling Alexia.

“I could give you want you want. The thing that we both know you couldn’t have done by yourself” you pepper kisses up her bare chest, stopping at her collar bone.

“I could make it quick, I could hear you, you were close, it wouldn’t take me long”

More kisses, up her neck, stopping at her most sensitive spot.

“Or I could take my time. I could —“

Alexia’s patience runs out.

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

#ficlet #prompt request #alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #espwnt x reader

[explorerofsouls]

Okay if u want asks I can try to provide! I’m back on my writing bullshit!

On the same vein as my last ask, another way to break in new puppy subs: tentacle traps!

In the past, tentacle traps were vicious, seething masses of flesh and teeth and fury, sitting quietly in caves until they detected the oncoming movement of any potential meals. They ranged widely in size, from only a meter or so played out to gigantic churning networks of flesh the size of a baseball field, and fed on practically any animals (including humans) that would wander into the caves they dwelled in and that they could actually digest.

Of course, most of this more dangerous breed is safely contained far away from humans nowadays. But as it turns out, there was a discovery of a subspecies with an incredibly interesting adaptation: instead of just tearing apart and consuming their prey whole, this subspecies started to use their prey for incubation of their eggs instead.

You can probably see where this is going.

Of course, some human managed to catch some of these tentacle traps and breed them selectively— over generations the tentacles were bred for reduced aggression; softer, warmer skin; larger eggs; and of course, thicker, more dexterous tentacles~

Many owners like to use these living sex toys to break in new pets— of course, you always run the risk of the poor things turning into gaped, broken eggsluts that can’t be satisfied anymore by anything other than being stretched out by writhing tentacles thicker than their wrists and having their stomach stuffed to bursting with eggs— but some owners find the risk worth it.

Let’s take an example— a brand new puppy, with innocence shining in their wide eyes as their tail wags eagerly and their poor empty cunt leaks on the wooden floorboards, being tugged along by a leash to a well-used room with creaking hinges.

The room is rather bare: a simplistic shelf against the far left corner bearing various toys, lube, condoms, and other assorted sexual equipment. The only other fixture of the room beside the gently-buzzing light overhead is the large cage in the center, large enough for three pups to sit comfortably inside, but which house only one occupant: a massive, red-purple tentacle trap, it’s core hidden my the many limbs lazing out of and around the bars of the cage, flicking to taste the air. It stirs slightly at the entrance and approach of the puppy and owner.

The puppy whimpers, nervous of the intimidating mass of flesh— the owner leans over to scratch behind their ears and reassure them in a low tone that they don’t need to do this, and can back out at any time. But they do want this, their empty holes seeming to ache even more at the sight of the tentacles, and so they barks his words of affirmation and are led over to the cage.

The trap already knows what’s going to happen when the door opens, and the numerous tentacles abandon their places on the bars to instead reach out and gently curl around the pup’s limbs. They whimper in aroused excitement at their touch— they had thought them to be cold, but they’re warm and slick with natural lubricant but forceful all the same, and they’re pulled into the tentacles’ embrace.

It’s like being wrapped in the softest, most comfortably warm blanket you can imagine, surrounded on all sides by slick, gently moving arms that ensure his arms and legs, spreading them apart to reveal his leaky cunt and needy tdick. They don’t go for their holes right away, instead seeming almost like the gentle embrace of countless lovers caressing their chest and neck and hips and belly, making them shake and whimper with pleased moans, arching their back as they only get wetter and needier.

Soon enough the tentacles tire of foreplay, instinctively moving down to their slit, flicking against their aching tdick and finally one inserts itself, and they gasp and whimper louder at the sudden feeling of fullness. The tentacle could never be confused for a human cock, not just for its length and thickness but for the way it writhes and wriggles deeper, dragging itself against their sensitive insides, further and further. Looking down, they can see the twisting bulge of the tentacle moving around inside their belly, tenting the soft skin, and that’s what makes them cum for the first time of many, shaking and writhing themselves, crying out with back arched and dick twitching—

Their whimpers abruptly turn to a muffled cry of surprise as a roaming tentacle senses the wide, empty hole of their mouth and stuffs itself inside, gagging them as it pushes at the back of their mouth and then goes deeper, bulging their throat just like their sloppy pussy. Pleasure quickly turns to overstimulation as the tentacles continue diving into their two holes, overwhelming ecstasy sending their eyes rolling back into their head.

Something even warmer starts flowing down their throat, the tentacle there stopping and letting out a steady stream of nectar— not cum, not yet, but a thin, hot fluid that they feel settle heavily in their belly. A feeling of heat begins to spread outwards; a burning itch that makes them struggle uncomfortably at first, their legs and arms still held to the sides in the mass of shifting tentacles. The burn spreads to their head and their pussy, filling them both with the heat and the aching, and suddenly the overstimulation doesn’t feel so bad anymore— in fact, they needs more— more orgasms, more tentacles, more fucking, the fluid filling them replacing all the silly throughs in their head with a burning need to be filled and bulged and bred, and the tentacles are happy to deliver. They begin to eagerly lick and suckle at the tentacle in their mouth, hoping for some more of the yummy, hot liquid down their tight throat.

The tentacle in their pussy slams into a barrier at last, their cervix steadfastly refusing to give way— that is until the fluid reaches deeper, making them more pliant, flexible, relaxed— the tentacle pushes hard, and then harder, and with a final pop slams into their empty womb. They shake and cum around the tentacles in their mouth and hole, moans gagged by the one down their thirsty throat and practically in their stomach.

They aren’t done quite yet, though, they have two more surprises: an even larger tentacle, with a flared tip and wide hole staring them down flips heavily onto their stomach, the impact extending their orgasm even further. As they’re coming down it slithers back, searching, down and down till it reaches their full cunt, and starts pushing, fighting with the tentacle already there. They’re stretched and stretched further than they already are, further than they should be able to handle, but where there should be pain there’s only more pleasure, the fluid making them dumb and compliant and stretchy, and the larger tentacle manages to slip itself in. Another limb pokes at their asshole, sliding in with hardly any fight at all— all he can focus on is the massive bulging of their belly as the two tentacles wind around each other and push to their womb. Their poor neglected dick pulses and strains in the air.

For a moment the tentacles still, almost hilted in their body; they’re impossibly, unbearably full, throat and stomach distended, a living meat fucksleeve— and the heat isn’t satisfied with just being full, so they strain and writhe and sob for relief, and after a moment the tentacles deliver.

They start moving, really fucking, abusing their poor gaped holes— they cum for the third time instantly at the feeling, the unimaginable sensation of being completely full and surrounded. All their senses are tentacles— around them, gently stroking his skin and supporting him from below; in them, one each working at their mouth and ass while their womb is filled with two interwoven, forming an alternating pattern of thrusting or wrapping around each other to form one pussy-breaking massive tentacle. Another orgasm rips through them, then another, coming so quickly they’re blending together, shaking their mind into a slurry of fucking and sucking and breeding.

They doesn’t know how many times they cum before the tentacles slow. Their thrusts become erratic, shaking, swelling, the mass around them excited, and for just an instant they stop— and then they’re cumming.

Thick pulses of cum travel down the tentacles’ length, exciting their cockdrunk brain, and at the first punch of warm tentacle cum filling their stomach from two sides and their womb they instantly cum again even harder than the very first time, mind blanking in sheer ecstasy. The tentacles keep cumming, not only inside him, but all around him, shots of warm seed painting his entire body— except for the largest one, the one buried in their womb, which sits and waits, a lump much larger than any of the others visibly traveling through their belly and shoving, pressing through their cervix— until an egg drops in. More eggs and more cum just keep being dumped out of the tentacles and into and onto the puppy, swelling their tummy up and up and up. They grow thicker, heavier with each deposit, feeling the hot cum and heavy eggs settle deep inside him, and their orgasms come again and again until they can’t stop cumming, shaking and clenching all their stupid gaping holes uselessly around the tentacles.

When the tentacles are done their stomach is heavy and round with eggs and cum, and they’re trembling, nearly unconscious from pleasure, permanently stupid for eggs and tentacles. They’re completely soaked in a layer of thick seed, a featureless set of warm holes only meant to hold cum— and they can hold a whole lot more before they start overflowing.

And then the tentacles start thrusting again.

-foxtoy

Good lord foxtoy….

You have a real knack for this. I’ve never done much thinking about tentacle masses (I am now) before, but the way you write it makes it sounds so damn hot! Mmmm~~~ I would love to watch a new pet getting sucked into such delicious pleasures….. maybe I’d even join them, heheh. Thank you.

#nsft #hornyposting #send me dms #send me asks #petpl4y #tentacles #foxtoy

[standing-restart]

so uhhhh THIS POST with.... one of the f1 Dilfs?? jenson, mark, toto, nando. up to u! dealers choice hehe

I'm coming to your house, I'm barking underneath your window actually. I'm going with Jenson, because there's never enough Jenson love on this blog.

The post in question for the mobile bound besties

The thing with Jenson is that he's always sweet. Even when he has you hold open your own legs for him. Even when he's spanking your pussy and leaning over you to whisper in your ear while he does so. If he notices that your hands start to tremble, he just gives you another spank with a devilish grin. If you're good for him, he gives you a hickey.

He's always sweet, especially when he drags his fingers across the flesh of your swollen cunt with a low chuckle.

"That's it -" another spank. "Tell me who your pussy belongs to." Jenson pulls back just a bit, leaving a final kiss on your cheek. All he does is giving you space to breath, spanking your pussy again just to hear the shudder on the inhale.

He loves it when you say his name. Loves it when you sound breathless and full of affection for him. "It belongs to you." later you know he will kiss it better, but for now, you're far too happy to enjoy the slight burn as he spanks you again and again in rapid succession.

When he fucks you with his fingers, he continues to spank you, just not across your cunt. Inner thighs. You ass, when he has you on your hands and knees. He loves that, too. When he sees you shift when you sit down, squirming even when he no longer has his hands on you. He loves to know you still think of him.

Most of all, he loves to know you still belong to him.

"Louder." his palm connects to the back of your thighs, lingers there through the sting. Fingertips digging into your flesh. "Say my name."

As if you could ever say anything else.

#[ does a silly little dance ] #francoisceverts #nsfw.txt #JB #dom!JB

[iliektehhaxs]

torgal is such a little cheeky pup bc i know if he had to watch clive brood himself to death over infatuation and end up crumpling like forty confession missives that were all supposed to be to u, he would just pick up the bin containing them all in his mouth and speed jog to ur room so that clive can’t realise what he did and get them to u.

big ass wolf pawing at ur door so u can open it enough for him to barrel in before clive spots where he ran off to and plonk the bin infront of u. doesn’t leave until he signals to u to read them before then trots off thinking he’s cupid incarnate

“Torgal, what is this?”

You look at the ecstatic wolf in your room, his tail wagging as he holds a garbage bin in his mouth, fit to burst with the amount of trash in it.

You give him a questioning look, to which he unceremoniously drops the bin in question and barks, leaving a mess across your floor.

“Torgal!”

“Woof!”

The floor is littered with crumpled paper, and for some reason Torgal hasn’t left yet, still wagging his tail and looking at you expectantly. You move to grab a broom but he blocks your exit, barks at you a few more times until you back away and stares at the pile.

“Torgal, come on now I have to—“

Another bark, he grabs a piece of paper and noses it towards your feet. It’s at this point you realize that whatever he wants, it has something to do with whatever’s been thrown away.

“Fine, I’ll look at the damn thing,” you grumble, and his tail wags even harder.

“Torgal!” Clive yells, running after the large hound to his best effort, but he simply cannot keep pace with such a fast creature. Exhaustion takes hold of him, his breath coming short as he makes his way to your room where he’s sure Torgal’s ran off to. He has to find Torgal soon, or else—

He finds you in your room, Torgal sat patiently by your side, and a sinking feeling sets in, followed by dread when he realizes the familiar off-white of parchment in your hand.

Maybe you haven’t read it yet, but that’s wishful thinking. Your eyes are practically glued to the letter, dozens of others just like it strewn across the room. When you finally lift your head after what seems like eons your eyes immediately lock with his. He tries to think of an excuse, anything to explain but you speak before he can even attempt such a thing.

“Clive…did you write these?”

He shakes his head no, his voice trapped in his throat, but you don’t buy it for a second.

“I’ve known you long enough to know your handwriting,” you say, waving the damning evidence in the air as you step forward. “You wrote this, didn’t you?”

A silence so loud it could deafen a man. You were not asking, you were telling, and by his lack of response he knows he’s been caught.

“I—I’m sorry—“ Clive says, unable to muster a sentence. He’s faced monsters that most people wouldn’t live to tell the tale, even gone against eikons and yet your silence strikes fear into his heart that immobilizes him, makes his heart beat like a drum in his chest.

The tiniest little smile graces your features. “Your eyes remind me of the crystal seas, your hair as soft as the finest Dhalmekian silks, your voice as gentle as the birds that sing at the first sign of dawn.”

You continue to recite the letter as Clive stands mortified. Once you’re finished you fling the paper to the wayside, attention fully on him.

“I’m guessing the other letters follow the same pattern, yeah?”

A nod, his eyes fall to the floor as your footsteps get louder and louder, close enough that he can see your legs in view.

“Clive, look at me,” you ask softly, and after a moment he obliges. He expected to see anger from you, or maybe confusion, but there is nothing of the sort. Your hand slowly reaches forward, as if to coax a scared animal, and once you’ve seen no resistance, rests itself on the heat of his cheek.

“What you said in that letter, was it true?” You ask.

“Every word.”

This is the one time that he answers without hesitation, the one thing that he is confident about. No sooner do those words pass his lips does he feel your own connect with his. First surprise, then desperation grab him tightly as he follows the taste of you, hands frozen still at your sides until you guide them towards you, where they hold you tight to him like a vice.

There’s a silk thread of spit that connects the two of you, out of breath and yet Clive still chases after you as you speak, breath fanning his face.

“I feel the same.”

#robo speaks #ask #clive rosfield #robo writes

[horsegirlalexkralie]

Okay, okay, but what about Tim losing the coin toss when he becomes a regular in on Jay and Alex's fun. He feels a pit in his stomach like dread, but really, it's lust and anticipation.

He's practically shaking when it rolls around, trying his best to be quiet and keep low, but he underestimates how clever Alex and Jay are when they work together, circling him like animals hunting their prey.

They pounce on him, and he's slammed into a tree. The bark scratches his skin, but he loves it. The pain is somehow incredible, and he thinks he's losing his mind.

Jay presses his knife to Tim's chest and leaves just the thinnest cut that has the man gasping into the air when Alex cuts it off with a hand at his throat, warning him that this is just the beginning.

holding this ask in my grimy little hands . petting it . probably groping it inappropriately but only out of love

didnt mean to take so long to get to this but what can u do. cut to keep everybodys dash pretty and somewhat sfw

tim's been pretty lucky the first few times they've done this.

they added in a couple rounds of rock-paper-scissors when he admitted he'd be alright with ending up on the bottom, so there's something to eliminate one of them off the bat- best two out of three, where the winner is safe and the other two flip a coin. tim doesn't even have to pick a side for the coin toss for a while, and even then he's almost convinced himself in the back of his brain somewhere that maybe it's never coming, because he picks right every time, regardless of which of them he's up against. (in the front of his brain, much louder, some other part of him- the part that paid attention in prob and stat, evidently- is reminding him that, according to the math, every upcoming boys' trip is extremely fucking likely to be the one where he finally plays victim.) they keep accusing him of rigging it- he keeps insisting (truthfully) he would have to be a mindreader or fucking magneto to cheat at these, and maybe alex should stop throwing paper so much if he actually wants to win.

he's pretty sure they're conspiring against him, when he finally does lose, but that's probably pride talking. it's down to him or alex, and tim lets him call it, because he's a gentleman, because it doesn't matter to him, he's never been nervous before, why would he be? go ahead, jay, flip the thing. he couldn't care less. (tim's shaking, sweating, his heart wild and fluttery. he doesn't even want to look. alex calls as it's in the air- heads- and when it clatters to the floor he can tell from jay's shit-eating grin before he even sees the quarter that tonight's the night.)

jay draws up a little chart for him on a sheet of notebook paper, a vertical list (tim skims it- bondage, photo/video, edging- somehow he both was and wasn't expecting this. the words look perversely innocuous in jay's tidy handwriting) with boxes to check off beside each topic labelled yes / no / maybe; jay tells him to finish filling it out within the hour, ask any questions he has between now and then. tim's holding in the urge to start ripping bits off to calm his nerves. settles for twirling the pen around in his hand when he's thinking about his answers. alex wandered off somewhere after jay set him up with his new homework- tim's only asked after him once, because jay told him not to worry about things that don't concern him in a tone that left no room for argument and made tim blush a little just for how simply he'd been dismissed. made him duck his head and start filling out jay's paper with a new focus, going down the line and squirming with each checkmark he writes. it's an embarrassing amount of yeses. cutting got a maybe, as did impact play after he'd asked jay what it meant, but if tim's honest with himself, he's really only scared of how he'll react, nervous he'll look stupid in front of these two beautiful creatures who seem to have an affinity and understanding for pain he can only admire from the outside. still, he draws those checks closer to the 'yes' column than he needs to, can't tell if he's hoping or dreading they'll notice.

jay tells him to go home when he's done, put on something he doesn't mind getting dirty. park outside the woods, leave his important shit in his car, hide the keys somewhere jay and alex would think to look but not somewhere obvious. (jay insists on it. apparently they've both lost their keys in the woods doing this. tim figures it's probably best to have the least amount of jingly shit on him anyway.) he's supposed to call one of them after he gets there, but jay says they'll give him a head start. noticably does not specify how long that'll be, so when tim hangs up and shuts his phone in the car (pre-locked, keys buried in a shallow hole marked with rocks, he's not dicking around) all of the day's anticipation swells at once into one wave of panic as it sets in that he is entirely out of the loop for what's currently on its way. hell, he's watched alex check his watch two minutes after hanging up with jay, telling him he's got plenty of time to get his shit in order and find a place to hide bc alex is in the middle of something or other, and smack his pocket for his car keys, ask tim if he's ready to get going. the head start could've absolutely been bullshit. would make more sense if it was.

needless to say he's a nervous wreck by the time he starts hearing jay's voice at the edge of the treeline calling his name, giddy and sing-song like they're playing hide and seek or something, tii-im! ohh, timothyyy! there's no point hiding, you should know that! and he does, he should really know better by now, and still he tries. tucks himself into the space where two trees are growing together, presses his hand over his mouth, tries not to let anything rustle. he can hear jay, breaking twigs and calling for him every so often, and it's not long before he's close enough tim can see him, just-barely. his flashlight's off, so it's only the moon reflecting on his skin, standing predator-still and staring out into the trees somewhere to tim's right. he doesn't say anything. tim doesn't know how long they're like that, only that he's breathing through his nose as shallowly as he can manage, only that he hasn't moved except to shake everywhere like a frightened deer. he's light-headed when jay finally shakes his head as if to clear it and turns to leave, his heart thudding in his ears, and maybe that's why he doesn't consider the possibility jay was bluffing with that little performance until he's taken a step and it's already too late.

and tim's played this game before, he knows he's lost as soon as it becomes a matter of running, two-on-one, knows he's fucked when jay stops and turns his head like a dog scenting something, his eyes lost to shadow but most certainly fixed on tim.

he manages to dodge them, somehow, puts up a good fight for a while, but he's losing speed the longer they're out here and the two of them seem like they're always in sync, always one on his heels if not the other- he crashes through the underbrush, jay hot on his trail, into what he thinks is a decent spot to catch his breath and is actually the place where alex was waiting for him to run past. "made it easier for me, actually," alex pants, as they're grappling in the dirt, "thanks for that," and he's strong, stronger than he looks, and tim's out of breath already, starting to get tired, and even when he does wriggle out of alex's grasp and get loose he only makes it a few dozen feet, maybe, before he's getting shoved against a tree so hard it knocks the wind out of him, jay's arm across his chest, his body hot and trembling with exertion where it presses into tim's. he's grinning, panting, wheezes when he starts to snicker and tells tim he's impressed, actually, he hadn't thought it would take this long.

tim's first mistake is hesitating, getting overcome with the sudden helplessness of being caught, jay's flustering proximity- it means alex has time to catch up to them, pull tim's wrists behind his back and give him his first taste of true restraint, a length of rope and a knot that's done before tim has finished realizing what's happening. it's not until jay's kissing him, slick and filthy and forceful, and alex is tugging at his hair, dragging his nails down his neck, popping the buttons off his shirt, that tim begins to get it. there's nothing he can do anymore.

still, he's proud of how calm he is at first. how coherent he stays when they're both on him, keeping up the smartassery as they're opening his shirt to play with his tits, kissing his neck and sucking hard enough to bruise- "you're such a mouthy little bitch," jay says, pinches harder at his nipple, and maybe tim's second mistake is grinning against the pain and doubling down, panting, "yeah, do something about it," because the look that goes between them sends a chill through his veins.

it's silent for a moment, and then jay laughs, throws his head back and everything, the wild hyena-cackle tim's only ever heard in these woods, makes a show of leaning on alex's shoulder and wiping his eyes and wheezing. tim wants to tell him to slap his fuckin' knee while he's at it, that he hopes jay chokes. wants to say anything that would make him feel like a respectable prey-animal, at least, a victim with some dignity. doesn't get the chance before alex is whispering something in jay's ear, leaned into his orbit like they're the only people in the world. (they're still both fucking looking at him. maybe the touching was easier. jay nods at something alex says, looks to him and then back- the touching was easier. tim wants to scream.)

"we wanted to ask you about something," jay says, "or i guess i did," and he reaches in his pocket and flicks out his little silver switchblade and the ice in tim's blood is back, tenfold, as the two of them close in on him. "so when you said 'maybe'..."

#g.txt #nsft #jamlex #realized maybe two thirds into this that it might actually be a real fic someday so i wanna take some time n polish everything past this #so apologies that this ones shorter but yk put a pin in it we'll be back

[doodlesbf]

Mafia chain & blind child

**tag @thesoftieanon and @luimagines **

Chapter 1

The Fierce star at the wolf for a good moment as the wolf growling and barking at him. The deity ponder if he should just leave the wolf but it have the child magic on it plus he's in the middle of nowhere so he decided to at less try get the wolf trust and get down on his knees infront of the wolf that's still growling at him.

Fierce: do you belong to a child here wolf?

The wolf stop to hear about his owner and stop his growling and sit down surprised the deity to mention the child to this wild wolf but seeing how well behave it is he felt like he bit closer but patience is always rewarding so the Fierce try again.

Fierce: I need help to get to the house of heros. The child wear the mask so your only seeing me.

The Fierce watch the wild wolf for a moment then the wild wolf woof get up to look to a direction but look back to the killed elk that the Fierce see and reach over to pick it up to follow the wild wolf in the woods again to go one direction.

The chain arrive to a heavy wooden area that's the edged of their territory side and time look to the woods remember his younger days before the whole mafia came but came back to reality when he hears twilight and warrior footsteps coming close to him. Time turn around to face the two boys that stand right infront of him both ready and over the two shoulders he see the rest the chain all ready to go too but wind look like he ready to ran since he's overly hype clearly he found wild's bake goods again.

Time: listen up all of you. Your mission is to find the traitor and find the Fierce deity mask, ignore anything else that maybe in this woods.

Chain: yes time!

Wind grab his bag from the car and close the door just as the others was going to go in those woods they hear footsteps and each of them pull out their weapons out ready for whatever heading their way. Twilight and warrior guard infront of time as time look to were the footsteps are his hand already on his weapons as the footsteps grow louder and louder til the bushes infront of the chain is shaking.

Hyrule, wind are ready with their guns ready to shot on sky or warrior commend but a dog comes o u t the bushes as it panting and shaking its fur, everyone relax to see its just a wild dog than a person so the chain put their weapons away but the Fierce deity comes out the bushes with the killed elk he's still carrying as the chain jump to not only see the familiar face of the mask but shiver to be in all of his presence of a war God, executioner of monstrous major mask, savior of all hyrule history.

Time watch the Fierce deity walk til he stop right infront of time,twilight and warrior as the dog watch the group not trusting any of them but he needs to be their for his owner and want his sweet and innocent owner back so he follow the strange man.

Time: fierce, who is the host that dare to wear you?

Time ask the deity ready himself to possibly that the traitor may have figured out and is in control and ready himself to the moment were he have to draw his weapon since he knows all the deity moves and abilities as fierce put down the elk on twilight and warrior making the two question it with their eyes and him.

Fierce: fear not time. That man isn't the host infact he's trap in the wall down the path by myself.

Time relax a bit to hear that but is confused on how hes-

Fierce: the host that wear the mask is tiny and is the owner of this wolf.

The wolf look to the three with disinterested as he walk circle around them waiting and wanting his owner as the group watch still.

Time: than take off the mask fierce-

Fierce: first time, I need to ask you a very important favor that likely be very different from what you and the chain will experience.

Time and the chain shock that the Fierce is asking for a favor but the look he's given is a *you will do this favor* type and time sign possible thinking this host is talking through the deity but he bearly feel the host presence but he can feel the overwhelming magic energy even more now than the deity infront of him.

Fierce: this host is injured and likely need treatment and will stay in your care-

Wind: hold up! How we'll know!-

Hyrule slap his hand over wind mouth to shut him up to not anger the God or upset the host as wind lick hyrule hand to make him remove his hand from his mouth.

Hyrule did remove his hand out of disgust that wind lick his hand but he did ask for it by cover wind mouth but the Fierce the same careless face expression half dismissed wind choice of words.

Fierce: their young so their not a threat. I trust you'll do the right thing time.

The deity say and reach his hands up to grab the mask edge and slow pull it off as a light flash blind the chain for a few moments then the chain look again to see the deity is gone but no adult but look more down to see a seven year old child, their hair long dirty, clothes look bearly fit this child body and dirty and ready to fall away at any moment, cuts and bruises on their legs,feet and their arms and hands but the more concerning they all see is that their eyes are blind and they have been marking on their face by the deity for likely wear the mask and also that their right side of the head is bleeding stain their hair red likely what the deity say is true and the chain look to time to see what he's going to do and his orders.

The child blink owly and is confused to hear the outdoors and hold the mask in their hands.

Child: wolfie?....

Wolfie bark right next to the child and he nuzzle them to have been so worry of his owner and tail wagging fast that the chain thoughts that the wolf will fly away.

Twilight is worry to see a young child in this condition but he or the chain are not normal people, their mafia. They done things save the world but also done things that is bad the same time and the freaked god war ask them *time* to look after this child but he can't be serious..twilight thoughts running all over the place and he can see the others are thinking like him too but time is emotionless so it's hard to read him even if time is twilight uncle.

Time look at the small child as they reach put to pet the dog well wolf yet being careful with the mask in their hand. Time could just ask for the mask and leave the child be with or without doing what the deity's favor but......time couldn't since seeing the child reminded him of his child days with the children back in his woods, his home were they were a family til he came and he find himself alone and have to survive with what he learned and the people he's met on the way..

Time: child.

The child from happily petting the wolf to shaking and scared to hear a man voice as the wolf went to straight for defense use his body to shield his owner from the tall man amd growling bear his teeth out to show dominance and don't touch the child.

Time can see the child reaction and how quick they became scared and the wolf behavior from a harmless dog to hellhound in seconds which did making a few of the boys grab their weapons but not pull their weapons out waiting on time commend.

Time open his mouth to were the child in hope they'll give him the mask back without a fuss if they do well four and wind are small in size and they can try or convince the child to give the mask back.

Time: child will you return my mask?

Time ask the child without trying to not scared the child more than they already are and the child ears twitch to hear and they slow pat wolfie puff up furry and the wolf stop growling and step aside so the child can step forward.

Child: i-is the mask your *swollen down the build up nervous *

Time: yes, I'm the owner or host of that mask. It was stolen from me.

Child: o-oh, I see. Is it alright to place the mask on the ground?

Time: yes you can little one.

Time watch the child slow go on their knees to gently place the mask down on the ground since it's for the better, if he was to ask by hand he believes that child will have a panic attack and that wolf would be on defensive of the child. Once the child place the mask down fully on the ground and was going to get up but the child felt dizzy and lightheaded but their head hurts the same time that they lift their hand to their head. They felt a wetness on their head and hair then pull their hand back to notice its is wet but have a smell of iron?....-

Time can see the child is wobbly and see them in a quick second faint and quick to go to them and grab them in his hands as wolf growl and try to pound on the man that touching his owner but get tackle down by twilight. Twilight struggles with the wild wolf, twilight doesn't want to hurt the wolf but seeing the child faint he knew that he needs to ether knock out the wolf or keep him-

Warrior comes around and pull out a blowdart to dart the wolf with a sleeping dart as four bring a case to open it and grab the mask to put it inside of the case were it will be safe as the wolf slow down due to the dart effects to make the wolf sleep as time held the unconscious child in his hand and pull them in his arms and get up to stand up.

Time: twilight bring the wolf, hyrule I need your assistance to heal the child head injury to stop the bleeding. Sky,legend and wind go look for the traitor, bring him back to the base for rough interrogation.

Hyrule hearing his name walk over to heal the small child head injury to stop the bleeding but that's all he could do since weird this whole area feel like a magic draining so his abilities are limited here.

Sky,legend and wind leave like order but they did glance to the unconscious small child before they leave and twilight got up with the sleeping wolf in his arms to put it in one of the cars since he knows time is likely taken both the child and wolf than leaving them in this woods.

Warrior: time, are you sure about this? Bring the child with us?

Time: I believe it's time to add one more member into our group, afterall we're one big happy family.

Time say holding the unconscious child in his arms and walk over to the care as hyrule give warrior a look of well looks like we have a child in the base now and he runs after the three and warrior sign see twilight enter the driver side clearly going to drive time back to base so warrior guard the other car.

Warrior: hope we have enough funds than since child are expensive....shit this just keep on getting interested and worse the same time. Zelda is going to kill me later.

#linked universe au #linked universe #blind child #fanart #tagging luimagines #doodle write #tagging thesoftieanon