#the real baby shower was a hot mess

[simkhira]

this baby is in for a wild ride... 🤎

#simkhira #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #actually this wasn't gameplay #this was an impromptu photoshoot... #the real baby shower was a hot mess

[screampied]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE choso x artist!reader in which they're dating for just a few months and reader has a sketchbook full of drawings of him but keeps it a secret fearing he'd think it's weird or something and then one day he finds the sketchbook and is absolutely flustered and think it's so endearing and showers reader with praise for their drawings (it could be a little nsfw by maybe making it so that there are a few sketches of choso shirtless/in bed)

- 🍧

꒰  warnings . . choso x fem!reader, touch starved choso, overstim, praise, cowgirl. mdni. wc: 1.7k

choso knew about your hobby, just not the particular filthy things you’d draw.

he’s been dating you for a few months and you always expressed your love for your hobby, he even let you draw him a few times. he’s always praised you and showered you with various compliments, telling you how talented you were.

yet one day, you end up leaving your sketchbook over his house—he didn’t mean to peek, but you did leave it wide open. coincidentally open to the most revealing pages.

his eyes widen ever so slightly…

scanning the thin lined paper with perplexed eyes, the sketches of him, shirtless, the more he looked through the pages, the more lewd they became. some were even intimate, shirtless and with the cutest yet embarrassing expressions.

his head fills up with fog just imagining you, his pretty artistic girl, sitting down to draw this—draw him.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.” you suddenly spoke, running a hand down your neck.

choso turns to face you, and he’s so flustered, and maybe even a little hard.

“shit, ‘m s-sorry baby,” he mutters, his ears growing hot from the very sharp tips—as if he’s a deer in headlights from being caught. he closes your sketchbook and has a cute sheepish grin. “i was gonna drop it off to you but then i-”

“it’s okay,” you utter, sitting down beside him. he lets off a cute gasp once you sit right down on his lap — your back pressing against his thin tank top, re-opening your minuscule-like sketchbook. you flip towards the very back, to some of the drawings of him more unclothed, more…nude. “i was gonna tell you. about um these.”

his hard-toned chest was pushed up against you, and he feels all warm once you grab his hand, making him trace a finger across the lines of your drawing. “ever since two days ago, my drawings got kind of.. y’know, dirty.”

two days ago…

when the two of you had sex, choso was a mess. constantly whining in your ear….begging for you to keep praising him, wanting you to tell him that he’s doing a good job at pleasing you. so that’s where those facial expressions came from.

he was so embarrassed, even more-so that you were sitting on his lap. you feel something poke underneath you and you smile to yourself. “you remember too? you were so whiney, choso. it was always on my mind, and whenever i’m away i just drew my imagination.”

“why imagine when we can do the real thing, baby...” he whines — pressing a soft chaste kiss near your neck, cutting off your words.

he grows so needy, just the thought of you drawing him in such provocative dirty ways made him feel things he couldn’t even comprehend. you smile — feeling him snake two hands around your waist, the tips of his fingers ghosting against the thin pink fabric of your shorts. “i missed you. missed touchin' you.”

“did you?” you hum, placing down your pencil before turning your body to face him. he tries to speak but a cute whimper exits his mouth, and he’s already tugging at your shorts.

“yeah yeah,” he sniffles, and he couldn’t wait anymore. his patience ran thin — and not even seconds later, he yanks your shorts off, only to now being exposed in your pretty lace underwear. he starts panting, feeling you teasingly start to grind against his bulge. “…fuck,” he murmurs, running a finger down your slit, watching you quaver as a response. “looks like you missed me too, baby. ‘s wet for me already. nasty g-girl.”

his attempt at dirty talk was so cute — you couldn’t help but kiss the tip of his nose, making him grow even more flustered before you bring down his sweats, eagerly springing out his dick that was just aching to be inside.

it twitched as your hand wrapped around it, and he leans back against the wooden chair — a soft groan leaving his mouth, “could have been.. fuckin’ me the entire time instead of drawing me, baby..”

“stop whining,” you tease, sneaking a wet kiss on his mouth, choso’s pink lips tremble, so needy for more of your taste, he whines again the moment you pull away, you watch him slide his tongue across his lip, savoring your candied lip gloss taste.

you bite down on your lip the second his throbbing cock prods against your leaky hole, he feels all hot. a tad bit dramatic, it’s adorable, the way he looks like he’s about to cum already.

“y-you make me feel things, baby,” he stutters out, ripped and clenching underneath his top. you intake a single rickety breath — before slowly sinking down on his length. “been two days but felt like,” and he pauses to thickly swallow. “two years, f-fuck…”

“you know i drew this too, choso?” you whisper against his ear — softly nibbling on the tender skin and you’re just driving him crazy.

he grips down on your hips, shivering at the way you start to rollick your hips against him. “drew this exact position, baby. of me riding you, making sure to sketch the way your eyes roll back and…”

“t-tell me more.” he whimpers — giving your ass a tight squeeze, his jaw clenches and he feels so warm, thanks to your warmth. you squelched against his again and again, his thigh starts to bounce in retaliation.

you giggle at his needy enthusiasm and sheer curiosity, he’s stuffing thick inches into you that makes your brain spasm for a bit, so good….

“i always make sure to memorize you when i draw you, choso…” you hum, peppering a plethora of kisses up and down his neck, his pointed chin raises a bit and he moans at the sweet soft feelings of your lips making contact with his hot skin.

“memorize every inch of your body, so i can sketch it well,” you continue, and he squeezes more against your hips, he’s the one biting his lip now. his ears continue to burn up to the tips of it, and with the smoothness of your voice — he was sure he’d cum early, there was just no predicting with you. “…sometimes i let my mind run loose a bit, and sketch out the time when you and i are.. well…intimate.”

“baby y-you’re so perverted,” he moans, his eyelids grow heavy and he doesn’t want you to stop, his voice was so sweet — cloying with silk dripping from his tone, just listening to him made you even more soaked. “my…perverted girl,” and he brings you close to him before licking a stripe up your neck. “but ‘s okay…knowing that you draw such things about me makes me like you even m-more.”

you brush a thumb against his lips, staring into his eyes before humming as a response. “yeah?”

“y-yeah,” he whines as a response, nodding fervently. his grip on your waist never lessens, and he’s balls deep — each stroke, each rough smack that thwacks against your pussy makes him so hot and bothered. “wish i could draw you how you draw me, b-but you’re the talented one.”

“i can always teach you,” you purr — teasingly sliding a single finger down his chest. “i can be a model for you too, just for you choso.”

he stares at you, and his expression is so cute, his eyes glimmer and he has a face that basically says, ‘really?’

“w-woman, talkin’ to me like that… ‘s gonna make me cum so hard,” he sighs, his grunts were heavy, chest completely heaving.

something rang throughout his ears with the way you bounced and rocked against him. his head spun and he was so obsessed with watching your body.

the way it jerks against him, taking him fully every time, despite his girth deliberately stretching your pussy out to its fullest.

“i know, i know…..” you coo against his ear, choso’s nearly trembling underneath you he’s lost in a trace with the way you pepper such kisses all over his face — he feels all tingly from your affection, and the way you’re making him feel.

such low wolffish grunts escape his mouth and its sexy, a tiny pussy-drunken smile purses against his lips after you ghost your lips against his. “you gonna be messy and cum for me?”

“…yeah, only if you let me…?” he moans, and his tone forms into a cute question.

digging his fingers into the depths of your waist, your cunt clenches down on his numerous times, you can’t even count how many strokes it’s been. “baby..”

“go ahead,” you mumble sweetly, planting a single kiss near the tip of his nose, just that single gesture alone, he’s so weak.

choso whimpers, chasing his incoming high. teeth clenching in utter desperation and lust, he craves his release so bad. “you can be a little messy.”

“okay, okay….o-okay,” he hiccups, leaning in, pulling you close towards him, he’s nearly sweating and it hasn’t even been that many minutes, he shoots out a sticky load of such thick ropes inside of your pussy.

it makes you moan yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck, softly nibbling on his collarbone. “s-shit, ‘s much comin' out for you, baby…”

choso continues whine — pulling you lightly by the neck, bringing your into a wet deep kiss, and between kisses you hear him mutter out, “love you,” for the first time. his voice was so sweet, shaky and all — you blink twice, wondering if he really said it and he grows flustered immediately once he realized what he said. “w-wait, baby, i mean-”

“i love you too,” you tease — sitting up and pulling his twitching now flaccid dick out of you, he grows quiet at the wet sounds of his own cum seeping out of your cunt, his bottom lip quivers at you being in such control before you grab your sketchbook from the table, pressing a final kiss against his mouth. “do you think i should sketch this too for you to keep? all your cum just spilling out of me?”

“please,” he whines. “draw it now, baby. i’d put that in my wallet for only me to s-see.”

#★vegasbaby. #🍧anon. #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #choso smut #choso kamo smut #choso x reader #choso x you #jjk fic #anime smut #female reader

[whatthefishh]

I’m so ashamed to be requesting this… but I’ve been looking everywhere for a shower smut with Miguel O’Hara and I feel like I can trust you not to let me down😩😩😭 if you can, ONLY if you can I don’t wanna be a bother.

Hey, no need to be ashamed haha! That’s so sweet of you, thank you for trusting me with this 😉 and I hope this short blurb doesn’t let you down… I wrote this instead of focusing on my assignment lol!

Miguel smut under the cut, 18+ only

Your muscles were aching, the hot water spraying down your back helping to release some of the tension there. You had a long day and couldn’t wait to get home for some down time, and a hot shower was the perfect start to your relaxing evening. You hear the bathroom door open and the blurry large shadow of Miguel in the doorway. You know it’s him just by his sheer size, nobody else you knew took up that much space.

“Mig, can you grab me a towel? I forgot!” You shout, turning to rinse the shampoo out of your hair.

“You always forget,” he grumbles lowly, thinking you can’t hear him but he’s closer now.

“Yeah, I know I know, can you just get me— no, no! You can’t just—!”

It was too late. Miguel had stripped his clothes in record time — or maybe he walked into the bathroom already naked — and joined you in the shower, his height effectively blocking the water from spraying on you as his broad frame took up most of the shower space.

“You got me all wet, nena,” he says looking down at you, slowly backing you against the tile wall behind you.

“I didn’t tell you to come inside…”

He sniffs out a laugh.

“Actually—“

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

Reaching a hand up to pull him by the neck down, down, down to meet your lips, your tongues collide hotly under the spray of hot water. Pretty soon, you’re a moaning mess under his skillful tongue and roaming hands, lost in the sensation of your lover’s touch.

Miguel lifts you against the tiles and you gasp into his mouth at the cool wall against your back while he groans at the feeling of his hard cock bobbing against your core. He’s rubbing himself against you, effectively making you drip for him while the water ran down his back.

Both of you were wet now.

Removing himself from your lips for a moment, he rests his forehead against yours to look into your eyes and smile, a rare one, a real one. You don’t see this one often.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Tan buena que eres conmigo,” Mig tells you quietly before lining up his fat tip with your entrance and slowly pushing forward, kissing you again when you start moaning at the intrusion.

It’s always a stretch, no matter how much he tries to prep you. Inch by thick inch, he bullies his way into your cunt, massaging your breasts and mouthing at them to distract you. The sound when his lips wrap around your slippery skin is sinful, popping off your peaks with a satisfied hum while your chest heaves from everything you’re feeling.

He’s everywhere, around you and inside you all at once. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

Once he bottoms out, he waits for your go ahead, a small nod while you rest your head against the cool tiles has him starting to pull out nefariously slow, intent on making you loose and pliant by the end of the session. Bucking his hips, he fills you again and again, pressing your body into the shower wall and grunting on every pass.

The water was already hot and the way he’s fucking you has you burning up, the coil tightening in your belly so much that you’re about to pass out. He notices your breath coming out shallower.

“Needed me to loosen you up, isn’t that right nena? Uh huh?”

You’re whining incoherently, eyes shut against the tiles as he plows into your pussy. You try to answer him but all that comes out are pathetic noises that you know only feed his ego.

“What was that, baby? You’re close, aren’t you, can feel you— ahhhhh!” He groans out loud when you finally gush around his girth, body shuddering in his arms.

Completely reliant on his strength to hold you up — the way you’re impaled on him also helping — you let go. Utterly and entirely, you let yourself go in his arms, trusting him to take care of you.

Gripping your ass as he holds you up, Miguel continues to fuck into your fluttering hole, bucking his hips untimely as he nears his own end after feeling yours. His growls and grunts are bordering on animalistic, the smooth golden planes of his body catching your eyes as you ride out his assault on your pussy. The way his biceps ripple when he flexes his hands holding you up, the way the vein in his neck throbs when he’s breathing heavily, the way his abs flutter when he’s close to cumming —

He’s absolutely stunning, and he’s all yours.

And he’s making you his, coming inside you and pressing his hips into yours, after essentially drilling you into the shower wall, he holds you there while groaning through his release.

The stress you were carrying was all gone, replaced with everything Miguel. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your evening with him.

S/o to my translator — @xbellaxcarolinax ❤️

#inbox 💌 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #atsv smut #atsv fanfiction

[sl-ut]

sweet dreams

ended up having a baby dream during my nap and thought it would be a v cute burb concept for my sweet cliches series

set in this universe!

abby noticed that something was wrong with her girlfriend almost immediately after she returned from her morning run. she had, of course, left quite early and had been very careful not to wake her cranky pants gf up, but started questioning what she might have done to piss her off already when they hadn't even truly spoken a word.

y/n was in the kitchen when she got back, mixing herself an iced coffee and barely even responding to abby as she came over to kiss her good morning. abby shrugged it off, thinking she was still too tired, but when she rejected her invite to join her in the shower????? that's when she knew something was up.

she spent fifteen minutes in the shower, taking the extra time under the piping hot water to think it over. she knew it wasn't about her leaving a mess before she left; abby was the neat freak in the relationship, so it was usually her getting annoyed by clutter, not the other way around. they'd been on good terms last night, they had even found time in both of their busy schedules that allowed them some spare time to get it on...was it not good? abby thought she'd seen the telltale signs- the whimpers, the heaving chest, the swelling nail marks on her back... she'd never seen y/n fake it before, so she wasn't sure what she wasn't picking up on. unless... what if she had only ever seen her fake it???

then abby goes into panic mode. she finishes her routine as quick as she can (under ten minutes, our low maintenance queen!) and rushes out to find her girl curled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket, not even glancing her at abby as she took up the space next to her.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours? and don't say nothing."

the girl frowned before she stubbornly responded, "nothing."

"did i do something wrong?"

"no."

"then what's the matter? i don't like to see you so down."

"it's stupid."

abby scooted closer, pulling her girl onto her lap, "i could never think that anything to do with you is stupid. please tell me."

"fine, but you have to promise you won't laugh."

abby rolled her pretty blue eyes, "on my own life, i promise i won't laugh."

the girl let out a deep sigh before she mumbled something under her breath.

"gonna need you to speak up for me there, baby."

"i had a dream that i was pregnant and then i had our baby, and we lived in a cute little house with a dog and we were so happy..." she sniffled, "and then i woke up and none of it was real."

abby was silent for a moment before a small smile and chuckle began to crack through her forced serious expression.

"abby!" y/n slapped her arm when she finally broke out in full laughter, "you promised!"

"i'm sorry baby," she held her tighter to her chest to keep her from moving away and began to rock her, "i'm sorry. that was just so cute, if i didn't laugh i was gonna cry."

"i miss our baby."

abby was in her last year of med school, and thanks to her big beautiful brain (and her trust fund), she was remotely debt free. the two had already discussed their plans to start looking for a house in a nice neighbourhood as soon as abby graduated and got a permanent placement somewhere, but the discussion of kids had sort of been sidelined up until now.

the blonde shook her head, "i can't wait to meet our baby. just give me a year, and then we'll start making that dream come true."

y/n beamed with happiness, curling into her girlfriend's beefy arms, "i can't wait to carry your baby."

"trust me," abby chuckled, "i can't wait to put a baby in you. i bet i'll get it to stick first try, but i'm all about consistency. i'm thinking five nights a week minimum."

both girls giggled at abby's joke, snuggling closer together in a peaceful silence before y/n finally spoke up once more.

"abs... you know you can't actually get me pregnant, right? i mean, you're in medical school for god's sake."

#reader insert #x reader #imagines #lesbian #abby anderson #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x you #college!abby anderson

[singsangseung]

If feeling less depressed and a lot more h*rny sooooo enjoy

(I have lots more ideas and fics coming)

Warnings:talks of dick (Lots), cussing , descriptions of cocks,

~Long and thick~

•bang chan:

I see him as BDE -8inches long and girthy

He def knows he's big as fuck and will laugh-condescendingly- when your hand can't fully wrap around his cock

“Poor baby. Too big for you, hm?” He'd smirk , plump lips on a pout to mock you

-will either tease you pushing his dick in inch by inch OR so it all at once and chuckle hotly when you cry out “fuck! So big,channie”

“I know…just be my good girl and take it,hm?”

-big dick to go with his big heart fr

•Lee know

I see him a solid and girthy 7 inches

-def a tease AND DEF like watching you cry bc you want his cock so bad

-”don't be greedy, naughty kitties don't get my milk”

-Lino pls I want that MILKKKKKK

-will press the top half of your body into the mattress while he pounds you from behind, using your hips to keep him steady

“Fuck sucking my cock in, so good,jagi”

-”shit look at you, creaming all over my cock, feel my in your tummy?”

-is definitely pressing on your tummy and YOURE DONE DEAD RIP

~THICK DICK ~

-Changbin

-hmmmmm maybe like 6-6.5 inches , def got a mushroom cock head

-missionary but your legs over the crook of his elbows/mating press OR reverse cowgirl

-”bun-bunny fuck. Look at your pretty pussy, taking binnies thick cock so good”

-whines when he sees the head of his cock pushing your folds apart

If you thought that you couldn't wrap your hand around Chans cock…..think again….

-Binnie is DEFINITELY the thickest and gives you a hot delightful delectable stretch when he sheathes himself in you

-I.N

-6 inches and girthy -shocks everyone that he is a shower and grows too

-shy at first but becomes so cocky

-maknae on top for real

- “awww poor baby..-smirk- just lay down and take it for me yeah ?

-your right leg on his left shoulder , hisses when he presses himself in and pushes the base of his cock so he is even deeper

-is the youngest BUT LEARNS SO FAST

“Fuck that feel good baby? Like taking this cock, it's good isn't it?”

-no longer baby bread….daddy toast

~LONG AND VEINY~

-Hyunjin

-long 7inches, has a beautiful vein on the side running up his shaft to be topped with a beautifully pink rudy dripping cock head

-loves fucking you cowgirl, seeing the bulge of how long his dick is and how it falls below your belly button

- “fuck sweetheart, I'm so deep,right by your belly button “

- bites his plush bottom lip and furrows his eyebrows, his hands running around your body

-loves watching you take his long cock into your throat , seeing the outline move as he thrusts

-“Baby baby fuck fuck fuck …..so good to me. Gonna make a pretty mess of you “

-Seungmin

“A HEFTY 8 inches, vein curving up the side and his cock head is beautifully tapered,pink in color when soft and a purplish red when he's hard and ready to fuck

-”yeah pup, use my cock, fuck yourself on it….just like that yeah”

-love doggy , but pushes the upper half of your body down so your ass is in the air

-loves watching his long cock slide in and out of your cunt

-slides his cock between your lips )and taps the head of his cock on your clit before sinking in

-definitely feels like his cock is never ending until he bottoms out, a breathy groan falling from his lips and his pupils blown

-Love when you suck him off cu he's so long that you still have to use his hands to jerk his cock

-”poor puppy. My big cock too much for you? Look at you …still using your hands ….it's cute”

-AVERAGE (or slightly bigger “

-Han

-I feel like he's 6 inches and has a vein, normal girth

-knows how to use it for real

-”jagi jagi fuck me “

-loves fucking up into you from underneath ,if you get tired from riding him

- “so good baby fuck so good on me…so tight “

-I bet his dick has a curve so it hits your gspot TOO good

“Jiji….fuck …fuckfuck….right there please”

-”yeah? I'm hitting your cute little gspot jagi?” As he fucks into you harder and smacks your ass

-I feel like hanji is KINKY (and I love it)

-Felix

-I see our sunshine prince as a good 6 inches too, has a cute reddish tinted mushroom head too

-either is a sweet lover OR fucks the living daylights out of you

“Does that feel good, bubba?” Soft lover lixie , as he rolls his hips into you, your hands interlocked

-deep gravelly voice as he grunts into your ear (is a voice kink a thing?)

- “ fuck me….you're so tight amd wet and warm darling”

-maybe he has one of those special wedge pillows that goes under your hips so he fucks into you deeper …he is in your womb atp

-def holds hands while fucking

-” hold my hand baby…I'm so close..gonna give you my cum”

-is scared to cum in you at first but falls in love with it and how it drips out of you afterwards

-”fuck ….look at my cum dropping out of your pretty pussy”

<3 /please don't steal,copy, modify, translate, or repost my works, you'll be blocked/<3

A/N: I wrote this while at work and had to hide my phone numerous times...I should be sedated 😭😭😭😭

Tags 🏷️: @linosssss @hyunsvngs @straykeedz @straykeedz-recs

#han jisung smut #jeongin smut #changbin smut #seungmin smut #skz smut #lee know smut #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

[ashghetti]

mike schmidt smut below

no real plot, just smut cause why not. horny for hutcherson, am i right??.

warnings: smut, 18+, p in v, lazy shower sex, you know the deal.

You waited until you knew Abby would have left for school to sneak in through the front door. Really it was Mike’s own fault for giving you a spare key.

Quietly you moved through the house, your heart pounding in your chest. Faintly you could start to hear the sound of running water the closer you got to Mike’s room and you knew there was no backing down. 

You glided silently through Mike’s room, making your way straight to his bathroom— hand only hesitating momentarily before pushing open the door. 

The sound of rushing water filled your ears— all that stood between you and Mike was a shower curtain and you weren’t about to waste any more time. 

Quickly you stripped from your clothes, taking a deep breath before reaching for the shower curtain. Carefully you pulled it to the side, just enough for you to step into the shower.

The sight before you had your knees going weak— your boyfriend hunched over, one arm leaning against the wall, water rushing down his perfect back.

You reached out, gently running your fingers along Mike’s shoulder blade. Quickly he turned around, startled by the sudden touch but his features relaxed once he realised it was you. It was hard to ignore the look of exhaustion on his face.

“After the night I’ve had.. I’m glad it’s you.” He mumbled, arms lazily wrapping around your waist, pulling you in so your bodies pressed together, the only thing making it between the two of you being the running water.

Instantly your cheeks flushed, a familiar yearning starting between your thighs— you knew you weren’t the only one, you could feel him hardening against your lower stomach.

Without a word Mike pressed his lips to yours— the kiss was messy and needy. His hips rocking ever so slightly into yours, the friction causing a small whimper to escape him, vibrating against your lips.

“Baby..” You whined against his mouth, hands moving up to tangle through Mike’s hair, drawing him in to deepen your kiss. His hands slid down further, behind your thighs, lifting you in one swift motion. 

You let out a soft gasp as your back pressed against the cold of the shower tiles, legs instinctively wrapping around Mike’s waist. You could feel him now, hard and pressed against your core— You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please— I need you.” You begged, finger nails dragging through Mike’s hair down to the nape of his neck. “I’ve got you baby girl.” He soothed, momentarily reaching between the two of you to position himself at your entrance. 

Slowly Mike rolled his hips forward, pressing himself into you agonisingly slow until he filled you completely— The feeling causing your eyes to flutter shut, a soft moan leaving your lips.

“Ready?” Mike’s voice was raspy and you couldn’t tell if it was the steam or him being pressed deep inside you that was making you light headed but you managed to nod your head. 

Without wasting another second Mike began to rock his hips back and forth— slowly at first but each thrust became quicker, more needier as he pressed deeper into you. 

“F-fuck you feel good.” He groaned, his hands gripping the skin of your thighs even tighter, pulling you closer to his body. His head dropping down against your shoulder, hot breath hitting your neck, sending chills down your spine.

The new angle had his pelvis grazing against your nub with each thrust, a familiar knot starting to build in your stomach— It wouldn’t be long now and he could tell by the way you were moaning out his name and squirming between himself and the wall. It was bringing him closer to his own release. 

Your hands trailed from his neck, clawing down his shoulder blades as each thrust started to become more erratic and less calculated but fuck did it feel good and all it took was one last thrust and you saw stars in your vision. You became a moaning mess in his arms, thighs trembling and eyes rolling into the back of your head.

The sight before him was enough to bring him to his own release, a slew of curse words mixed in with whimpers leaving those beautiful lips.

He continued to pump into you until he rode out his high— hips halting as he stayed pressed into you, both of you fighting to catch your breaths.

Eventually Mike lifted his head, eyes glazed over as they met yours. He was spent and you could tell but you couldn’t help yourself. 

“Round two?” You joked— He shook his head, a breathless laugh leaving his lips, melting your heart as per usual. 

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt imagine #fnaf #josh hutcherson smut

[kawataslvr]

Summary : Smut ,, M!reader. He/him prns used , established relationship , use of “baby” “good boy” and other pet names , Mikey is horny while reader isnt and convinces him. UNFINISHED WRITING.

A/N : I SWEAR i try to write nsfw and then i just stop and take a minute cause i randomly forget how sex works ig, also.. chat we fw the new layout?

Y/N had just gotten out of the shower, sitting in nothing but boxers and a looser t-shirt whose were.. he forgot, not that it mattered.

Plopped down on the couch while Mikey was in the other room, doing god knows what. Y/N was tired from a long day.. slowly drifting off to sleep before he got hit with a pillow.

“Y/N.” the blond now stood in front of his boyfriend, “mm.. yes Mikey?” your droopy eyes looked up at his wide awake ones. Those godforsaken awake eyes.

Without explanation, Mikey nudged over Y/N and found his way underneath the boy. With Y/N now laying on top of Mikey, his head rested on top of his chest he was less mad at those damn god forsaken eyes the blond had.

“y/nnnnn..” Mikey said lazily and wrapped his arms around his partners waist.

sliding his hands down dangerously low, touching Y/N’s hips right above his ass. As if asking for an invitation.

“Mikey.” Y/N said in a firm voice looking up at his lover and shifting slightly, “fine, fine, i was just teasing.” Mikey said with a slight pout on his lips.

With Y/N finally getting sleepy again, started to drift off.

Before he felt a snap against his waist shooting him straight awake, Mikey had grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled on them harshly.

Making Y/N’s hips thrust into Mikey’s and feel his hard on.

“please Y/N?” Mikey said in a breathy voice into Y/N’s ear.

“Mikey.. fine..”

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Mikey kissed your neck, leaving harsh hickey’s and littering them all around your neck going all the way to your chest.

“Mikeyy..” Y/N let out a whine. Hating how Mikey was teasing him.

Finally, Mikey placed some lube on his fingers, prepping the boy before he actually took him. Shoving his fingers in, enjoying the loud moan Y/N let out due to how quick he decided to out it in.

“n..ngh~! Mikey…” the boy felt Mikey’s finger move around until he found his sweet spot, and once he did he abused the poor boys prostate.

Y/N let out breathy moans, barely getting a chance to catch his breath as Mikey went in and out of his hole. Adding more fingers, Y/N already being a little mess under him.

“Already turning sloppy on my fingers? my poor baby.”

Y/N blushed at the blonds words too embarrassed to look at him in the eyes, turning his face away.

Mikey quickly took notice to this and grabbed Y/N’s face, making it face him directly in the eyes. “if you don’t look at me while i finger fuck you, then you wont get to take my cock either.”

Whining under him, Mikey finally whipped out his cock. Putting it against your lips signaling you to open your mouth.

Without a real warning, once you parted your lips he inserted himself in. “good boy.” slowly shoving it down your throat, hearing your muffled moans and whines as you hollowed out your cheeks and dragged your tongue against his hefty length.

Mikey reached over to your cock, starting to stroke it. With the feel of his hand stroking you and his cock inside your mouth, your eyes started to tear up from overstimulation.

“O..oh shit..” Mikey said, he couldn’t take it anymore as he shoved his entire length down your throat making you gag slightly.

Tears starting to roll down your pretty little face, Mikey would be lying if he didn’t miss the feeling of your cute little throat around his cock.

It always pulled out the breathiest grunts and hisses out of him, he babbled something about ‘your throat feeling so good’, but you couldn’t make out what he said, either because of the huge cock down your mouth or the fact that he wasn’t really speaking coherently anymore.

Feeling a warn feeling down your throat, Mikey’s hot cum shooting down you.

He pulled out his cock and let you swallow his cum, and you did so.

“hahh.. you did so good for me baby.”

sorry to anysone whow as reading i actually cant being myself to finish any of ly writings right now 😭😭. ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY REMOVED MY RULES AND MASTERLIST.

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.˚⊹ ꔫ — 𝐓𝐑. 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!

content: gn!reader. fluff. perhaps slightly suggestive. established relationship / implied marriage if you squint. characters are written as adults. hinted final timeline but not explicitly! ... note: so glad this one's done lmaoo i hope you like it! squeezed in all my faves hehehe<3

— ⊹˚. ♡ his voice always goes soft when he calls your name.

° 𐐒𐐚 . HANMA SHUJI. BAJI KEISUKE. SANO SHINICHIRO.

"babydoll," he hums, voice low and saccharine as he slides over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back to his chest. his voice is husky with sleep, hair messy and eyes lidded, as he hums a good mornin' into your ear and kisses the back of your neck.

you're in the cute little apron he'd got for you, fixing him a breakfast of waffles and coffee, currently in the middle of making the homemade jam you once came up with that he likes so much. "'s breakfast for me?" he asks, repeating the little petname, leaning down and pooling his weight onto your back as he rests his chin on the crook of your neck.

his shirtless chest is warm, and he smells good — sleepy, smoky and of fresh sheets because you'd both changed the bedsheets last night before tucking in. "it is for you, baby." you say, grinding berries into the little bowl you've got your hand around. "go brush your teeth and take a shower, m'kay? so you can have a nice morning meal before you leave for work."

"ain't it the weekend?" he sighs, not wanting to move off you. you're so soft, so sweet-smelling and so comforting to the touch. "fuck work. i'll stay home with you t'day."

"you can't, it's not the weekend. and it's not like you have weekends off anyway." you laugh, dropping the little glass pestle down and taking hold of his chin, tilting his face so you can kiss him on the cheek. "go on. and if you woke up earlier, you'd have more time to cuddle me before you leave."

he smiles at your little chide, and the lines of his cheek press into your lips. "what if we just cuddled now, hm?" his grip around your waist tightens. "right here, on the kitchen counter. prop you up like this, 'n kiss you here, there—"

he pushes the plates and bowls aside and lifts you up onto the counter easily, but just as he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss, there's a clink! and before either of you can react, the little bowl in which you'd been preparing his jam for him rolls off the counter and shatters onto the floor.

"fuck—" you exclaim, trying to jump down but he pushes you back and skirts some of the porcelain away with the bottom of his slipper, looking sheepishly down at the mess. "look what you did now!"

"uh," he runs a hand through his hair, stepping back and glancing at the broom before he looks back at you — teeth flashing as his lips pull into an apologetic grin. "sorry."

"no cuddles for you. and no nice morning meal of jammy waffles and hot coffee either, it seems." your own lips draw themselves into a tight line, unimpressed as he makes a big show of getting the broom and wet rag to clean up the berry goop and broken glass.

"aw, babydoll. don't be so fuckin' mean." he grumbles, jutting his bottom lip out in a fake pout. but as he finishes sweeping and clears the spill, his expression softens again — and he walks over to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee as he leans in for a make-up kiss.

"g'nna get you a real grinder, a'right? one of the fancy fuckin' ones from the department store. 's what my babydoll deserves." he mumbles against your lips, and you can't help but relieve your frown and smile. "in my favourite colour?"

"mhm," his voice cracks just a little as he hums, smiling back into the kiss. "in your favourite colour."

° 𐐒𐐚 . KISAKI TETTA. KAKUCHO. HAITANI RAN.

"honey," he calls, shutting the door behind him and waiting for the beep of the automatic lock before he lets go of the knob and walks into the house. "i'm home."

for a moment, there's no answer and only a serene sort of quiet emanates from beyond the front hall — and he wonders if you aren't home. but then, he makes his way upstairs and hears the sound of your voice, muffled by a closed door that stands between him and you. you're in the bath, he realizes, a little wave of relief washing over him.

"honey," he knocks on the bathroom door before opening it a crack and peeking in. "i'm home."

"sweetheart!" you look up and see him at the door, and he has to pause and stare for a moment because you're so lovely, covered in soap suds and with your wet hair slicked back, the pretty silver lights he'd got for you hung up on the ceiling and bathing you in a dim, ethereal glow. "you're home!<3 come here, baby."

you pat the edge of the bath tub, and though he's in a suit because he'd had to attend an event (a tiring one) today, he takes his socks off and walks into the bathroom, sitting on the edge as you'd asked him to before leaning in and sliding a hand into your wet hair, pulling you in for a soft, lingering kiss. "missed you today."

"hmm," you muse, tilting your head to a side and reaching up to cup his cheek in a wet palm. "more than usual?"

"more than usual," he agrees, and you notice the wear in his eyes, in his expression. your thumb caresses the lift of his cheekbone for a moment, before your hand slides down to his shoulder and presses against his chest. "come join me in the bath, baby."

"hm?" he mutters, having nearly dozed off sitting in the bathroom, your hand gentle and comforting on his person and the warm air of the bathroom that was so unexpectedly nice after the heavily air conditioned meeting room he'd been sitting in for hours and hours on end. "what did you say, honey?"

"come join me in the bath." you say, reaching out with your other hand to hook a finger into the knot of his tie, loosening it and letting him breathe a little. he frowns a little, as if hesitant to agree, and you jump back in — "it'll be good for you to relax, baby. i'll wash your back 'n your hair. please?"

and it's not that he doesn't want to get in the bath with you, it's that the tub isn't really big enough for the two of you— but the pleading look you give him and the weariness in his body that lulls him downwards along with the insistent tug you give to his elbow, is all enough to convince him.

"alright," he sighs, standing back up and sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders with a shrug, slipping his arms out the sleeves and hanging it on the hook meant for his towel. you watch as he undresses, welcoming him into the tub with a kiss to his shoulder when he squeezes in.

you end up seated on the edge of the tub yourself, letting him relax in the soapy water as you use the showerhead to run water through his hair and over his back. he sighs, shutting his eyes and feeling so thankful as a wave of relaxation washes over him via your gentle hands and the warm, fragrant water.

“thank you, honey.” he mumbles, voice low with wear.

you give him a smile and kiss his wet hair. “it's no problem, baby. i love taking care of you.”

° 𐐒𐐚 . RYUGUJI KEN. HAITANI RINDOU. KUROKAWA IZANA.

“princess,” he waves to you from across the street, seated on his motorcycle and leaning on the handlebars. your friends start giggling as you jump and spin around to look for him, fighting your blush.

his eyes are droopy as he meets your eyes from the distance, and he'd look bored if you didn't know him better. but you know he's just taking his time checking you out. and he's looking so good but also being so embarrassing, calling you cutesy names like that in public.

you nod to your friends, cheeks hot because they're winking at you and swooning over how perfect of a boyfriend your man is, and with a quick good-bye you hurry to the other side of the street.

he leans in and waits expectantly, and you give him a kiss on the cheek before climbing onto the back of his motorcycle. he takes your helmet from where he'd slung it on one of the handlebars, and you stand beside him feeling all pampered while he fits it carefully over your head and fastens the strap under your chin for you.

“you're embarrassing, baby.” you chide, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder as he drives off.

“me? embarrassing?” he scoffs. “and how am i embarrassing? don't want me to come pick you up from work anymore?”

“no, it's not that!” you protest, and you see the grin that flits to his lips from the motorcycle mirror. rolling your eyes, you give him a pout that he won't see but knows is there on your pretty little mouth.

“then what is it, princess?” he chuckles fondly, and you twist your lips indignation before you continue.

“it just makes me shy when you call me that in public.” you confess, the heat returning to your cheeks again as you think about it. his voice just sounds so nice in your ear, and it reminds you of something else sometimes, when he calls you those names.

hearing it makes you feel hot in your cheeks and in your chest and in your stomach all in one go. “when i call you what in public, huh?” he asks, the smile on his face once more. you punch his shoulder gently, leaning back and shaking your head a little to free as much of your hair in the wind as you can with the helmet on. “that.”

“i don't know, princess, i'm not a mind reader.” he shrugs his shoulders, teasing, knowing exactly what you mean.

“you just said it again!” you cry out, as he starts to laugh. “when you call me princess! it makes me shy!”

he chuckles again, relaxing around your hold as you wrap your arms around him again, letting out a little hmph! that hits the back of his neck and sends a shiver down his spine.

“now princess,” he deadpans, slowing down and looking to the side as he makes a turn. “don't make a fuss.”

and ugh, it's just too easy for him to tease you. “baby!”

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Finally

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description except female sex organs and having hair, no use of y/n

Summary: After losing contact with your lover Joel and his brother for five years, Tommy finds you and brings you into Jackson. You reunite with Joel but it doesn't take long for him to project his insecurity onto you. You talk to Tommy about it until Joel comes and finds you. You have make up sex/five years overdue sex, and end with a shower that eases some feelings out of you as you relax in your new home with Joel

Word count: 7.7k

Warnings: (18+, MINORS DNI) PIV unprotected sex, creampie, mating press, slight hair pulling, slight edging, dirty talk, Joel has a big ol weiner, pet names (baby, babygirl, good girl, sweet girl, darling, my love), you and Joel have an argument, ‘slut’ used derogatorily, accused cheating, brief drinking, kind of insecure!Joel, Tess doesn’t exist

A/n: this is the longest it’s ever taken me to post anything lol (and also the longest thing i’ve written i think?). the quality will not correlate I was messing around with like four other ideas this is the just the only one that got somewhere, also been having way less time to write and that will probably continue 3: also finally did smut (for the one person who has said they want me to lol love u)

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Riding up to the gates of Jackson, you feel like a teenager on their first day of high school, distractingly nervous but drifted forward by hopeful butterflies. You grip the leather reins and look to Tommy riding beside you, he grants you a reassuring grin. In front of you, the gates, made of lines of thick logs with a large rusty lock, start to groan open. Tommy slips through before you and you follow him into a different world—a ghost and dream, lit up by string lights, appearing warm despite the winter, healthy and alive. Your focus, however, concentrates on the faces, many of which are looking back at your new one. Flicking from one to the next, your heart rises and falls with every one that isn’t Joel’s. Tommy’s promise has your senses perked up like an animal. 

Ahead of you on the road, you double take a man with his back to you. Despite this and his hair being too gray, his posture and step are unmistakable. 

“Joel,” you utter, soft, a reaction rather than a call out; it croaks out of your throat, dusty from all its time stuck there. Awakened, his name erupts from you then, “Joel,” 

The man stops dead, then whirls around, and you stop breathing because it is him. Unable to look away, you stumble off of your horse and begin to walk towards him. It’s silent, almost frighteningly so, even if it’s just in your head, because it makes it feel like a dream, like if you so much as blink he’ll be gone or you’ll be awake. 

Joel mirrors you, then jogs, you feel hot tears behind your eyes, and then you collide, grabbing at each other like you’re making up for every lost embrace from the past five years apart. He makes a sound, holding you with his cheek on the side of your head. You shake once with a cry, a mixture of shock that keeps your eyes wide open, though blind, actualization flowing through you and into your fingers digging into his thick coat and tangling in his hair, dregs of sorrow and resentment against time finally detaching like leeches, and love, powerfully swirling around everything inside of you. 

Then you hear his voice for the first time, “Oh, baby,” and your eyes squeeze shut and you start to cry, and he holds you tighter. You can’t stop it, fueled by relief in the intense familiarity of the pressure of his arms, his scent, his voice, the way he breathes. 

Once you’re breathing properly, Joel pulls away, holding your waist. He looks you over, making sure you’re real and here, and when you are, he slips a hand under your jaw and pulls your wet face into a kiss. For a moment your lips are simply pressed, frozen, overwhelmed, and then they move, and you kiss starved, revived. The feeling of sanctuary rekindling floods you, your face quivering with tears, and you have to pull apart for a breath. 

And Joel is still here, and you hold his face in your hands because he’s so beautiful and he’s finally here. You take in each other’s new features—wrinkles, grays, scars. You slide your thumb over his cheek, feeling his rough skin, and then you meet in the stars in each other’s blown out pupils. 

Simultaneously, you start to giggle, giddy, and then you guffaw, holding each other, and Joel pulls you back in. Tightly, he sways you like a doll, and you feel his laughter through his body like against a speaker playing heavy base. Being in his arms feels like life being unpaused. 

“Tommy!” He cries over your shoulder, still laughing, “Where the fuck did’you find ‘er?” Still held tightly against him, you can’t hear Tommy’s response, but then Joel repeats “Oh, baby.” and leans his head down to loudly kiss the side of your face.

You pull away and admire him. No image that you’d drawn up in your imagination compares to Joel in the flesh. Running your hand through his longer, silvered hair, you realize just how much you were missing out on. 

“I found you.” You whisper. 

He chuckles with a wide smile, “You found me.” And then takes you back to him, “I missed you so much, baby.” 

“I missed you to death.” You mumble into him. 

Tommy’s voice sounds nearby, chuckling “Don’t smother ‘er to death, we just got ‘er back!” You part and turn to look at him with a rawly genuine grin. A sincere smile curves back. You thank him through your eyes and he nods. Joel strides past you to hug his brother, long and meaningful. 

Then he turns to you, hand still on Tommy’s shoulder, and looks you up and down. “Come on, you must be freezin’, I’ll take you up to the house.”

“The house?” You question as he guides you back up the road.

“The house.” He confirms with an amiable smirk, hugging you to his side by an arm wrapped around you. 

—

“I know, I know!” Joel enthuses as he closes the door behind you, watching you turn in a circle, mouth agape, taking in the house, which is actually fully intact, walls and furniture alike, basically clean. It smells like Joel and his jacket hangs on the pegboard on the wall next to the door. An acoustic guitar leans against the couch, which has a blanket hung over the back, there’s a mug out on the table, probably still half full and cold—this is Joel’s house. 

“Look, look,” he calls and rushes to the kitchen sink. He turns the handle and water flows out in a powerful stream, and you stride over, mouth still open in astonishment. You put your hand under the faucet and feel the water heating up. 

“Hot water!?” You cry, and you both burst out laughing again in joyful gratitude. You stop suddenly and Joel turns off the faucet. “Does this mean… shower?” Joel gives you a dramatic frown, raising his brows and shrugging, then nods his head to the stairs. Tugging at his arm, you cry out his name, thrilled. He takes off and you race him up the steps. 

“I can get’chou some clean clothes easy—how long you been wearing those?” 

“Disturbingly long.” 

Joel laughs. “You meet Tommy’s wife yet?” He looks back at you shaking your head as he opens his bedroom door, “Well, she’ll take care a ya’.” He steps into the middle of the room and turns back to you and you magnetize, holding each other by your arms. “Man, when I first got here I just kept thinkin’ how much you’d love this place.” 

The image of that almost makes you blush and your heart swells, knowing that he was still yours while you were gone, playing house with an imaginary you. “Damn straight I do. Fuck, you’ve just been livin’ it up.” Looking over his face, you’re beginning to relearn it. 

“Well, I am now.” His expression shifts from excitement into contentment and he murmurs, “I missed you so much, baby,” 

Fitting together comfortably, you join for a kiss. 

The calm of the room allows you to experience your feelings wholly, inside and out; thus, a shared heat is overt and you strip your jackets, not parting lips and hurriedly reattaching your bodies. 

“Shit,” you breathe out, craving him and finally being satisfied at the same time as his warm, powerful hands move over you, sliding up and down your sides, your back, up your forearm as your hand brushes over his face and into his hair and with your other you squeeze his thick bicep. He walks you into the wall, clutching your middle to him with an arm wrapped around you. His other hand drags from your face down your neck, flush against your skin as he continues slowly lowering it further, past your collarbone. Your chest expanding in a deep breath lifts it into his hand and Joel swears, then repeats in a murmur, “I missed you so much baby.” You respond with a whimper and wetter kiss, pulling him ever closer, and he swears again, the hand on your back clenching the fabric of your shirt. Then he moves it to the underside of your leg, between your thigh and your ass, and lifts, holding your thigh next to his leg with your foot dangling, toes curling in your boot. Truth is, no one has touched you since Joel, save for yourself, so he’s driving you crazy right now.

Your mouths together compose a natural melody, one motion rolling into the next, constantly finding and looking for more and you’re obsessed again with his flavor. If this lasted forever you wouldn’t even notice. But, just as he moans into your lips, Joel suddenly pulls back and holds you away by your waist.

You rest your hands on his forearms. “Joel?” You inquire, catching your breath, and then slide a hand over his cheek and under his chin to lift his head, looking for some kind of communication from his expression. He meets your eyes for only a second before he lets go of you completely, turning away and walking to the other side of the room. 

You stay where you are, granting him space. “Joel? What’s wrong?” He turns to you but his head is bowed. “…Joel?” Anxiety scratches at your heart and you wipe your mouth. 

Sighing heavily, he slowly rubs his hand over his face before finally speaking up, “Look… before we… go any further, I gotta ask…” he leans his hand on the short dresser and when he looks up his expression is unexpectedly serious. “Is there someone else?”

It takes you a couple seconds to put it together, but you ask anyway, just to make sure, “…What do you mean?”

Instantly, he replies, “You know what I mean.” Firmer this time, he repeats, “Is there someone else?” Confounded, you’re tongue tied, and he takes it as confirmation of his suspicions. “There is, isn’t there?” He almost sneers.

The atmosphere has shifted dramatically; just a few minutes ago he was laughing brightly with you, and about thirty seconds ago he was caressing you, amorous and loving.

“Are you joking?” Joel’s face says ‘what do you think?’ and you screw your own face up. “Are you asking me if I have some secret partner?” You ask once again just to be sure. He says nothing, only looks on unrelentingly and puts his hands on his hips, bent knee sticking out. You laugh coldly. “Holy shit.”

Near monotone, he asks, “Why’s that funny?”

“I just—wasn’t expecting this, at all, I mean this is just… do you realize how much of a jackass you’re being right now?” You pause, he says nothing. “Well, I’m not having a fucking affair. Okay? Jesus.” 

Joel huffs, keeping stoney eye contact, and grinds his teeth. You let him brew in the silence. Still, after all this time, you can read him like a book—he has convinced himself that you found someone better while he was gone and have come back only to blow sand in his eyes, and then you’re going to run off to your new, superior lover, leaving him on his ass in the mud. And although he doesn’t want it to be true, he always puts so much faith into awful assumptions, and he hates being wrong. 

You sigh in understanding but speak to him sternly, “Joel, you are making this shit up in your head and just putting it on me. That’s not fair. Don’t do this. There’s no reason to do this.”

Defensively, he suddenly raises his voice, “I jus’ wanna make sure I’m not steppin’ on any toes.” With a bite, he finishes, “I’m jus’ sayin’, if there is someone else, now’s the time to leave.” 

Your expression turns unsympathetic, brow pinched and mouth parted in amazement, and then you counter venomously, “I don’t know who you think I am. I don’t know what kind of twisted version of me you’ve created in your head. Are you trying to call me a fucking slut? That’s the kind of narrative you've thought up? That’s what you’ve been thinking about while I’ve been gone—me betraying you?”

Joel’s eyes are closed and his head is shaking before you even finish, pinching his brow with two fingers, “No, no,”

You cut right back in, “Alright, well that’s what it fucking sounds like to me so I am going to leave now—not to run off to some paramour,” you spit, “but because you’re being a fucking asshole and need to run this one back through before you talk to me again.” 

“W–wait,” He tries, but you’ve already spun on your heel, snatching up your jacket, and rush out with heavy footsteps. You don’t bother closing his front door behind you and don’t look back, not hearing anything either. 

You don’t know this town yet, but you keep the same pace you left Joel’s with and just follow the road, packed white with hard snow. The sharp air makes your eyes water and you swipe your hands at them blurring your vision. Your breaths, fast with your fiery heartbeat, blow steamy clouds like puffs of white smoke. 

You stop the first passerby you see, “There’s a bar here, right?” Your tongue hasn’t fully cooled yet and you try not to sound harsh. You’re almost out of breath. 

“Yeah,” the tall woman’s voice is mousy and she tucks stray black hair into her hat, then turns and points, “just follow this road, you’ll come to Main Street, it’ll be on your right.” As she turns her head back to you she adds, “It’s called the Tispy Bison.”

“Thank you.” you nod, do your best to smile, and continue on.

—

A rush of warm air blows out through the door swinging open and your nose starts to run as you step into the Tipsy Bison. It appears very ‘American’ themed, with its warm, inoffensively red walls, everything country–style wood, and taxidermy wall mounts. Crowning bright soda fridges are neon red Coca–Cola logos. A few lively groups are scattered about, talking and laughing. Blinking into the reality of the massive dining hall, you wipe your nose with your sleeve; it’s so much like the world before and for some reason it intimidates you. As you scan the room, you spot Tommy at the bar and remember you’re thirsty.

He smiles when he notices you approaching but it fades and he furrows his brow as he regards your expression. You slip into the chair next to him and he turns his torso to face you, one arm resting over the back of his seat, the other on the bar with a beer in his hand.

A gravelly voice from behind the bar asks, “What can I get ya?” and you turn to a friendly looking woman with thick, coily hair and dark teeth.

“Surprise me.”

“Gotcha. Comin’ right up.” She smiles and moves away. 

Turning your attention back to Tommy, his brow is still furrowed, as it is most of the time, really, and he bites his lip. “Trouble in paradise?”

You turn forward to rest your elbows on the bar and slide your head through your hands, pulling your cheeks, then resting them on the sides of your head. “Your brother’s being a little shit.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, he’s pretty good at that. What’e’do?”

During the time you’d been with Joel, you became close with his brother, too. Tommy has always been easy to talk to and you pick right up where you left off. It’s nice to have someone to talk candidly to about Joel, and you’re sure he feels the same. 

“Same kind of shit he always does—assume the worst in everyone and stick them with it for no fucking reason.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty classic Joel.” He sips his beer and smacks his lips. “You know he does really love you, though.”

“No, I know, I mean, I can tell even with this,” you remove your hands from your head and turn to him, “he’s accusing me of having ‘someone else’,” you air quote as you confide, “like I’m having a fucking affair. Came outta nowhere.” Looking to the side to blow out a breath, your eyes automatically flick around your surroundings.

“He’s just insecure.”

“I know. It’s not like I’m cutting him off or anything, and I want to stay in Jackson, I just told him to… cool off, in so many words. You know I love him too, I just had to fucking leave.” 

Just then, the voice sounds again beside you, “Here’s that surprise for ya.” She places a short, ribbed glass in front of you, a blood orange drink on the rocks. 

“Thank you.” You immediately take a swig and it’s bittersweet and smooth. 

As you do, Tommy says, “Yeah, good call. He just needs to get checked sometimes, y’know? He’ll figure it out. He’s just… yeah, he’s insecure.”

Looking down into your drink, you add, “He hates himself.” and spin the glass over the smooth bar. “That’s his worst quality. That’s the only thing I would change about him.”

Tommy sighs. “I think what makes it worse for him is how much he loves you.” He shakes his head, “He just gets so damn scared. He has no idea how strong he is, how good he is… I think we see a real different version of him than he does.” You nod. There’s a beat of silence before he continues, “It’s just… loss, y’know? It’s like he just wants’t’ beat it to the punch. He always feels like he’s doin’ sum’n wrong. Always thinkin’ it’s his fault.” 

You nod again. “You said it: he sees a real different version of himself than we do. I just wish I could…” you suck your teeth and turn to him, “I keep trying to talk him out of it, you know? Do you think that works?”

He looks down to think for a while, then looks back at you and concludes, “I think… it’s gotta be him.” 

You nod, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” 

To lighten the mood, Tommy smiles, “Well, don’tchou worry, he’ll be crawlin’ back t’you with his tail between his legs any second now.” You ‘psh’, looking ahead and admiring the warm-toned colored bottles shelved on the wall. Then he adds, “You’ll never lose ‘im, you know.”

You sip your drink and roll his words around with it, full, mellow, but strongly bittersweet. You and Joel had been separated for a long time, wherein all you had was faith, and you gripped that rope tight and never let go, just like he would for you, just like he did for Tommy. Joel has yet to let you down—he’s fucked up many times, but he’s never let you down, because he puts his heart into everything he does; it’s maybe his most admirable and most troubling trait. He loves so hard it hurts, sometimes not just him. You’ll never run out of patience though, because he’s your Joel, and you love him to death. He hit you like a bullet, quick and good, and he’s lodged somewhere inside of you, unretrievable. 

“Speak a the devil.” Tommy’s voice breaks you out of reflection, looking past you, and you turn to see Joel, halfway in the doorway, devastating eyes and all. For a moment you just watch him, awkward in the doorway, admiring his presence, but you keep a straight, neutral face. You look back at Tommy as you take a last swig of your drink and he smiles with understanding eyes. 

Hopping down from your stool and strolling towards Joel, you have to bite hard back a smile, though you’re still pissed. Catching him doing the same, you briefly question why you have to do this dance instead of just leaping back into each other, mixing into your color and staying like that in his bed, which must be so soft and comfortable and warm with him in it. He is so god damn beautiful and it’s been so long that your hands twist nervously behind your back and you feel yourself blushing, so you turn your head down as you near him. You have good reason to show him you’re upset, though—the dance is important. 

“Can we talk?” He asks you, voice entirely soft. 

You look up at him, pause, and then nod. Joel turns back outside slowly and does more than he needs to to hold the door for you.

Winter is near its end but you’ve arrived just in time for a cold snap; the wind has picked up significantly in the short time you’ve been inside, icey and sharp, and you bend your head down against it and hug yourself. Joel starts to put his arm around you but pulls away, glancing at you with awkward steps towards his house. 

“Hold me.” You answer, so he does, arm around your shoulders, curving himself around you as the wind whips. The man is a living furnace, you can feel it even like this. 

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It’s silent until you’re back in Joel’s house, too cold and windy for any kind of conversation. Adjusting to the indoors, you both blow out sighs, and Joel impulsively helps you out of your coat and hangs it on the peg next to his on the wall by the door. Then he just stands awkwardly; he’s never been good at this. What’s important, though, is that he’s trying. Waiting patiently for him to gather his thoughts, you lean against a wall with your hands behind your back. After a moment, he looks around, sucking his teeth, and then moves ungainly to sit in a chair at the table. You follow and sit across from him. More silence, he fiddles with his hands on the table in front of him and grinds his teeth. Under the table, you run a finger back and forth over the wood’s grooves on its apron. 

“Okay,” he starts, then pauses, keeping his gaze on his hands. “I’m sorry.” His voice sounds rehearsed, like he said ‘I’m sorry’ in his head twenty times before he spoke it. “I was wrong. I didn’t mean t’… I mean I’d be pissed too, if you said sum’n like that to me. I know that’s not you. I was jus’… scared,” he wills the word out, looking off to some spot on the floor, “You’re right, I,” he pauses, then motions his hand up in circles next to his head, “I jus’, made this whole story up in my head. I mean we haven’t even talked about, y’know, what’s happened in the past five years. I have no idea what you did or didn’t do, and it’s not my business unless you want it to be. I jus’, I don’t know,” he shifts back in his chair and fiddles with his hands again, “I was just afraid that y’d… forgott’n about me or found someone better or, uhh…y–y–”

Watching him start to fumble over his words, you decide that now is an ok time to cut in, starting quiet and gentle, “I didn’t.” Joel looks at you as you speak, his brow furrowed up. “I never forgot about you. I thought about you every day. I was scared, too, I didn’t know anything about how you were doing or where you were, I didn’t know if I was ever gonna see you again, but I just lived like I would. I couldn’t let you go. I couldn’t, I wasn’t able to. And there’s no one better, Joel,” you slide your hand over the table to take one of his. He unclasps them to fold it in and watches his thumb stroke over your hand. “You are the only one. What I feel for you can’t be touched. Even if I tried, I don’t think I could be with anyone else. But I didn’t try. All I did was miss you.”

At that, Joel takes your hand with both of his, taking a deep breath, and then leans in to place soft kisses over your knuckles, peering up at you as he does. A bolt in your core throbs heat into the rest of your body and you feel slightly dizzy. Again, you haven't had any kind of touch like this since the last time you were with Joel, so you’re starving for it, but above all, for Joel. His lips are gentle, his hands are warm and burly folded around yours. 

You slip your hand out of his and get up from the table. He watches you walk to his side to fix your level of separation and he stands and joins you back into an embrace. 

You sink into each other, bodies and minds fusing as if you were never apart. You match temperatures so all you feel is the pressure of his hands sliding up your back, under your shirt. In his hold, your back is arched and your hips are met; there’s barely any space between your bodies at all. You hold onto his face, running your hands over it, messing up his hair, focusing on his lips, letting him do the work on your body. Joel places a hand on the front of your thigh and starts slowly dragging it up. You twitch under it, desire like a lightning storm around under his touch. You nearly jerk into it and he finally slides his broad hand flush between your thighs. Your head falls back and he doesn’t miss a beat, moving his lips on your neck, and it forces a moan out of you. 

“You like that?” He says into your skin, barely out of a kiss, nose pressed against it. 

“Yes,” you whine, “please, oh my god.”

You feel Joel smile into your neck and he nips it. “Jump up.” You do, his hands out and ready to catch your thighs. This was a regular trick of yours and apparently your bodies haven’t forgotten it. As he starts for the stairs, you lean yourself over his shoulder. The placement of his hands are in both the best and worst spot, splayed just barely over every area you want him to touch. You hold onto his neck as he brings you upstairs and laugh when he kicks his bedroom door open, making it bang loudly against the wall. Once you drop back down to the ground, you connect your mouths again and immediately start to strip. While you struggle with the buttons on his shirt he undoes his belt and jeans and then yours. You rip his flannel off of him, annoyed at it, and then slide your hands under his shirt. You feel over his chest, around his back, and up his sides, relishing in it, and he chuckles into your lips before helping you pull it off. He wastes no time on your shirt, loving that you’re braless, caressing your chest, and then pulls you in, pressing your bare fronts together. You moan in the satisfaction of feeling him like this again. His calloused hands run smoothly up your back and on their way down pass briefly under your waistband. You raise him by slipping your hand all the way into his jeans, cupping his hardening cock. He swears into your mouth as you find hold of it. It electrifies you further, having forgotten about this part of him. Quickening breaths deepen the rise and fall of your chest against his.

He pulls his lips from yours and his voice is gruff when he says, “You’re killin’ me darlin’.”

The tone and the way he’s hardening in your hands is driving you wildly lustful and you tell him frankly, voice pitched high, “I want you so bad Joel I love your cock I need you to fuck me,” all of this wet into his lips. 

Immediately, Joel tugs down your pants, but when they’re at your knees, he pulls away to look at you and he says “Boots.” You both laugh breathily and sit down on the edge of his bed—your pants still halfway down—undoing your laces hastily. He finishes first and then helps you untie the laces of your other shoe, both of you chuckling with heavy breaths. You kick them off and then Joel moves in front of you, taking hold of the cuffs of your jeans to pull them off. Once they are, in one swift motion, he opens your legs up with his in between them, and, still standing but leaning over you on the bed, he slips his hand back between your legs. He places it flush against you through your underwear, which would be embarrassingly dirty, but who fucking cares? They’ll be gone soon anyway. Joel’s mouth opens amorously, watching your eyes as you let out a long, embarrassingly pornographic moan at the raw enough contact. He slides down deeper, the heel of his hand pressing lightly and thrillingly on your clit and you gasp into another moan. He grins and then leans his head down to your neck, dragging his tongue up its full length.

“Fuck,” you drawl involuntarily as a shiver runs through you and you hook your arms under his to claw his back. When Joel slides his hand back up between your legs, wetness seeps from your slit. Joel chuckles erotically, his breath over the line of his saliva on your neck making it worse and your legs open wider. The heat under his hand matches that in your chest and your breaths are more desperate in want of him.

Fed up of him taking it so slow, you slide your hands under him and push him up, holding onto his biceps to pull you up with him as he stands, and lick into his mouth. Your other hand goes straight into his pants and under his briefs, teasing him like he had you. When he moans into your mouth you squeeze only slightly and then slowly move your hand up until your thumb comes to the spot just before the underside of his tip. You begin working it like that, teasing him wet and sensitive in your hand. 

Joel pulls his face away from yours, eyes closed, and breathes out “Shit.” He squeezes the arm reached down and moves his hips into your hand. You keep at it, biting your lip watching him. “Ah, oh, fuck,” he mumbles, almost sluring his words, and warns, “If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” when you do stop, he groans. 

Bringing your hand away from him, you settle it on his belly and wrap your other arm around his neck to nuzzle your face into it and mumble, “I missed your cock so much, I miss feeling it, I wanna see you cum,”

“Fuck.” Joel states, then commands, “Lay back on the bed.” You do as you’re told, propping yourself up with your forearms behind you on the bed and watch him drop his pants. Finally naked, his cock bounces to flip onto his stomach, reaching just under his belly button; dark curls hide everything else. Your sigh is almost a moan just looking at him, like a meaty roman sculpture of the exemplary man. His brow shadows sultry eyes and, like an animal in heat, you open your legs, peering up at him needily.

He slowly crawls over you and whispers, “Move up for me darlin’,” nodding his head to the side for you to lay properly on the bed, head on his pillow. He reaches past you to click on the bedside lamp and then sits up on his knees, admiring you under the golden–yellow light. He places a large hand on your stomach, adding pressure as he slivers it up to fondle your chest.

You appreciate the sentiment, but you have plenty of time for slow, worship sex, and right now, “Joel please I need you to fuck me,”

Smirking, he growls, “Since you asked so nice,” and lowers himself onto you, kissing sluggishly. He doesn’t bother to remove his face from against yours to take your underwear off, just tugs at them until they find their way to slip off. Then, as he positions himself, your thigh slides over his—it’s small, but something about it makes you sigh sensually.

“You ready for me baby?” Joel asks, hovering his lips over yours.

You could come up with some clever remark but now is not the time, so you simply whine, “Yes, Joel, please, I need you,”

“Yeah?” He says, low and lazy, and then moans softly as he eases his thick length into you. Deep satisfaction flows through you as he fills you up, humming and moaning. Your foreheads press together as you adjust, both your mouths wide open, and Joel’s fist clutches the sheets next to your head. He brings himself back out slowly until only his tip is inside you, and then his free hand clutches your side as if to hold you in place as he reinserts himself and begins thrusting, now only barely pulling any length out before plunging back in. Your lungs jump and clumsy moans pour out of you as the force of it rocks your hips. 

Joel licks your cheek and then, grabbing hold of your hips to keep himself inside you, pulls himself to sit on his knees. Stretching your arms up, you bear yourself to him, and his mouth has yet to close. He bites his lip before starting to fuck you again, both harder and faster, holding your lower back completely off of the bed. 

“Only me, huh?” He says, breaths bumping as he drives himself into you, “I’m the only one that touches you?”

“Yes,” you moan out. 

“You touched yourself, though did’n you?” You answer in the same way, “You thought about me while you did, huh?” 

“Uh-huh,” you sound, high pitched as he starts to fuck you harder. 

“Did it feel this good?”

“No,” your drawn out answer catches with the force of his hips pounding against you. 

Joel’s head falls back as he speeds up and you already feel yourself start to constrict around him. 

“Shit,” he looks back down at you, hums aggressively, and slows his pace dramatically. “No baby, not yet, not yet.” As he pulls out fully, precum flicks onto your stomach and he drops your hips. Back down on top of you, your body weighs into the bed under his and your mouths bond again.

Joel can’t keep his cock out of you for long, though, keeping up messy kisses, each rolling into the next in a flux, he shoves his hand down to slip back into you and fucks a quick tempo that makes the bed creak. One of his hands stays planted on the bed next to your head and the other goes back to hold your hip, pulling you into him with each of his thrusts. Angled slightly up inside of you, he hits a spot that produces a guttural moan from you, and while your mouth is wide open with it, Joel doesn’t quit biting and licking at your lips. 

Your body reacts without you, your hand slithering over him—up his arms, his torso, his back, one landing to grip his hair and the other reaching at his hip. The way he bucks into you now hinders your ability to kiss but your faces rub and touch, sharing the same hot air, moaning over each other. 

After one loud, long moan, Joel pulls out of you again in a swift motion, moaning through pants. 

“Joel why the fuck do you keep stopping,” you slap your palms on his chest in frustration, legs still spread under him. 

“Well I js’ don’t wanna cum too fast,” he answers innocently.

“Joel I have been waiting five years…” he starts to chuckle and you smile, “for you to cum.” You slap his chest again and then decide to take this matter into your own hands, pushing him up to get yourself on top. You straddle him, his cock resting stiff and shining on his stomach. Back up at his face, you look into dark eyes, his lips parted with heavy breaths, and you slide your fingers through his hair, gripping a bunch, silver strands highlighted in the light. Keeping eye contact, Joel’s fingers trail lightly down either of your sides as you sit up, sliding his joystick into your hold, and he hums as you sit down on it. After adjusting to his throbbing size, you come up and back down slowly a few times, and then begin swinging your hips to fuck him. A loud, long moan cracks out of him and he closes his eyes and seizes your hips. You release his hair and instead hold into his thick, veiny forearms like handlebars as you accelerate. He moans, long and loud again, and, keeping up a beat with your hips, you lay down on him, pressing your body against his, and eat the moans from his mouth. He adjusts his hold by wrapping an arm around the middle of your back to hold you down and squeezing your ass with the other as if to help your hips along. To keep yourself stabilized enough to keep your mouths together—you could barely call it kissing anymore, just sliding tongues and lips however you can—you plant your hands on the bed with your arms like you would doing a pushup. 

Even though you’re on top, Joel is in control now, holding you to fuck up into you.

He angles his head down so that your foreheads stay pressed but he can speak, “Fuck babygirl you feel so good, so fuckin’ tight, I fill you up so good, huh? Pussy’s just for me to cum in, huh? All fr’ me? All mine? Can you tell me you’re all mine?” His words and breaths catch with the rhythm of the surging flux of your bodies rolling together. You feel his muscles jolting in his lower abdomen as he drives in and out and those in his arm twitching against your back with the force of it. The way he fills you is carnally satisfying and overdue and you never want it to stop.

“Yes, yes, all yours, all for you, my pussy’s all for you—fuuck—yours, my pussy belongs to you,”

“Thas’ right, babygirl, you belong to me.” He takes your bottom lip with his teeth and pulls your mouth back to roll his tongue into and unfurls his arm around you to grasp a bundle of hair. 

Suddenly, he maneuvers you to flump your back on the bed, bringing himself back on top, and immediately stuffs himself back into you. He grips your hips again to fuck you like he was before, controlling you like a doll, and you grab onto his wrists.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he continues, fucking with an immediately brutal pace, hitting you somewhere deep and perfect but he’s talking over you too much to be able to tell him you’re going to cum, “I was so spolied, I didn’ realize how spoiled I was with this lil’ pussy,” he bumps you hard and rough a couple times to emphasize, “perfect lil’ pussy on my perfect lil’ girl, my sweet girl, so good to me,” Joel tilts forward, keeping himself securely deep between your legs, and releases one of your hips—which you would not be surprised to be bruised exactly in the form of his fingers—to stroke his hand over your cheek, and then gently hooks his thumb in your mouth, pulling your lip out to the side. “Now I get t’ fuck you every fuckin’ night, cause you’re all mine n’ I’m all yours, gonna make you cum every fuckin’ night,” your hips inadvertently lurch against him and you bark a moan and his thumb trails out of your mouth as your head leans back onto the bed. You haven’t had your body move like this in awhile, an animal in and of itself, innately greedy for its mate. Joel sounds almost excited when he says, “Ooh, oh, you gonna cum babygirl?” He sits back on his calves rather than standing on his knees and readjusts his hold on your hips, hands digging into the flesh defining your waist to your hips, and pulls you into his rough, uncoordinated thrusts, driving the entirety of his shaft into you so deep that you feel pressure pushing up in your stomach with each rocking tug. He pants out moans, watching you attentively as your face screws up while you reach your personal crescendo. 

The only time you feel this desperate for something is when you’re about to die—such a blind need, a moment stretched out that you will to continue until you are satiated, and oh does Joel deliver. 

“Go on babygirl, go on n’ cum for me, cum around my cock, be a good girl an’ show me you’re mine, I wanna make you cum, baby cum for me, cum for me,” 

His pleading encouragement is more than enough to pierce the balloon swelling in your stomach, already being bumped rapturously by his manhood. One of your hands is thrown back, grasping at the sheets, the other remaining around his wrist. Your eyes roll back in your head, you suck in a breath and there is a moment of silence, save for the creaking bed, before you break it with a ridiculous, long moan, perceiving only the bursts of ecstasy from Joel’s messy pace, which he quickens with breathy moans. Your contractions around him are dramatic, essentially sucking his dick inside of you like instinct. He pulls you against him and is mostly still besides his hips, which rapidly lurch, drawing out your orgasm to overlap with his. He falls silent again, mouth open and his brow furrowed, eyes also nearly rolled back in his head, as he mechanically glides short in and outs, nearly all of him buried inside of you, pulling back an inch at a time at most as he uses your trembling, sheathlike pussy to stroke out his cum. Then, as his hips jerk forward, leaning into you, and then jerk in again, moans squeeze out of his throat, and he finishes pressed into you. 

Panting, you stay pressed and gaze at each other, more or less astonished. 

“God damn.” Joel is the first to comment.

You laugh, out of breath, feeling him ooze inside of you. “We really get to do that every night.”

“My god I’m in heaven.” He half jokes with a smile, then relaxes your position with a huff, letting his softening length fall out and rest over you. Joel runs his hands up and down your body in two broad strokes, looking you over, then smirks and chuckles breathily. Then he slaps your thighs and simply offers, “Shower?” and laughs as your face lights up.

“Fuck I almost forgot about that!” You grin with wide, excited eyes, and follow him off the bed, squeezing your legs together a little, still filled with his cum, as you walk to the bathroom attached to Joel’s room. You admire the back of him as he turns the squeaky knobs. You can count on one hand how many times you’ve gotten this kind of full view of him; as many times as you’ve been naked with each other, it’s almost always had to have been somewhat ducked and rushed. His back is casually muscular and he has ever so slight love handles. A knee bent outwards shows off a round ass. 

Hearing the water start to spray, you can’t help a giggle, eager, and he twists to you with a smirking grin and laughs. 

“Oh man,” he chuckles as he turns his back, meticulously adjusting the temperature, then twists his head again, looking at you expectantly, “Well come on, then,” and you patter over. He gently takes your hand to lead you into the square stall, and moves behind you to slide the glass door shut. 

There is no need for him to walk you through the process of taking a shower, but he slowly guides you under the spray anyway, and you gasp as it hits you, still heating up, not used to the sensation. You hadn't realized that it’s been so long that you’ve forgotten how a shower feels and it disturbs you slightly, feeling a little feral versus Joel’s domesticated cleanliness, but his light, absent minded smile eases the thoughts out as he walks in a few slow steps, backing you up to join you under the showerhead’s broad spray. He leans his head back, closes his eyes under the water, and lets go of you to smooth his hair back as the water soaks it. When he opens his eyes again, he smiles at you and smoothes his hands over your wet face. 

“Turn around,” he nods, and you do. He stops touching you, leaving you unnerved for only a moment until his hands come back over your upper back, cool soap gliding them over your skin. He squeezes your shoulders lightly and it makes you sigh, then slides his hands over your shoulders, up and down each arm individually, adding more slight, relaxing pressure, and then his hands follow the personal downward design of your body as he shifts his body against your back. Stubble tickles your neck and you giggle as he nudges in to place innocent kisses over your neck while he washes your chest, then slipping soapy hands down your sides to your waist, hips, and what he can reach of your thighs. Humming out a deep sigh, you feel dazed and limp under the hot, deeply relaxing water. Joel embraces you from behind, just resting his face in your neck, standing still with his arms around you. 

Suddenly, you’re hit with the urge to cry. This is the safest you’ve felt in a long, long time. Not only are you in Jackson, a secure compound where you can go see a friend for a drink and take a hot shower with the promise of fresh clothes, but your love is finally with you, solid and warm, holding you with strong arms and gentle lips. You can’t hold it back, and when Joel feels it he removes himself and turns you around. “What’s wrong babygirl?” concern contorts his face. 

Smiling as much as your crying allows, you answer, “Nothing.” 

Understanding, Joel pouts his lips in an emotional smile and pulls you back in, hooking his arms under yours to support your weight, and your arms follow up around his neck. “I know.” You let it go and weep quietly against him. “It’s alright baby. I got’chou. You’re alright, darlin’.” He reassures you. After a couple minutes, you calm, suddenly very tired, barely opening your eyes when Joel pulls away. “Oh, baby,” he chuckles, “don’t go to sleep in the shower. Lemme finish you up real quick, then you can go to bed n’ I’ll get you some new clothes from Maria.”

“No,” you murmur, “don’t leave me.”

“Alright, alright,” he pulls you back in, “I’ll stay with you. I’ll never leave you.” He sighs serenely into the crook of your neck. “You can just borrow some’m my clothes, n’ I’ll talk to Maria in the mornin’. Okay?” You nod. “Alright, baby,” he readjusts his embrace around you, “let’s just get into bed, we can give you a proper shower later. Plenty a time. You can take a shower every day if you want, a hot shower every day. An’ I’ll stay with you every night. Jus’ like like this.” Joel’s hands rub up and down your body, “Warm like this. Every day will be warm jus’ like this now, my love.”

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Accidents II - S.J

Hiii, this is a very very sensitive fic and everything is not a real happenstance. Hope you enjoy!

WARNING ⚠️: Forced sex, super mean drunk Scarlett, physical abused, mental abused, hurt reader.

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3rd Person's POV:

Scarlett woke up groggily, her head pounding with the ache of a hungover. Memories of last night seems to have ran away from her mind, all she could think of is how to wash away the alcohol in her system, externally and internally.

Blinking away the brightness that continuesly seeping through the thick curtains, she thought about how she would take a shower first and then having a very much needed hot coffee along with some painkillers.

Her body still felt slightly high because of the substances she took from last night, but then again, last night was completely forgotten.

Curiosity filled her when she realized that she slept in the guest room.

What the hell happened last night? She thought. Wishing, that she didn't slept in the guest room last night because you told her so, a possible result from one of her stupid doings when she's drunk.

Speaking of which, where are you right now? Maybe still sleeping, as far as she remembered you did took a shot or two before she demanded for you to drink only some of the fruit cocktails so you wouldn't be that drunk, because she fully knows well how light you are.

Taking some minutes for herself to take in everything, before sitting up, without looking back, she was quick to make her way towards the bedroom you shared, expecting for you to be still in your dream land, but she was met by a neat bed, without any signs of being used.

The 2 black cards she forgot yesterday was still laying on where she had left it.

Frowning, she continue to move around thinking that maybe, you did slept her and just cleaned everything up immediately, like you usually do and maybe, you just slept on the side of your bed peacefully without moving her side.

After she took a very much needed shower, thinking of everything she have and want to do today with her work and with you. So far, she wasn't busy, so she took it as a chance to spend the whole day with you.

She went downstairs expecting to see you there, to hear the music that you would play in the morning as you dance around the kitchen while cooking the most delicious breakfast, but, instead, she was met by silence.

"Y/n? Baby? Darling?" She called and called as she wandered around the house, in every corner where she thinks she could possible find you.

But, same things happened. You were nowhere to be found, which makes her frown.

Seeing that she couldn't find you and will not be able to know where you are, she decided to call you. So, she went in the sala, hoping to find her cellphone so she could call you.

But, to no avail, even her cellphone wasn't there, so she walked towards the kitchen and there she saw her phone on the floor, with Y/n's bag and the things inside it scattered around the floor.

Worry rush through her veins, and before she could even make a move, someone called her name.

"Scarlett, did you not heard me? Gosh, I was almost already screaming outside." There goes her manager, Lucy.

"Hey, do you know where's Y/n?" Lucy stopped in her tracks, the greeting is not what she expected. A hi or hello would be enough.

"No...? Why? Aren't you with her?- Oh,  and by the way, how was she? Last night was a complete fucked up mess." Scarlett could only throw a very confused face to Lucy as her manager rummage through her fridge.

"What?" Scarlett asked.

"I saw how she was so shaken up- oh, and you!..." Lucy stood up from her crouching position and turned to point a finger on Scarlett, now completely forgetting what she was trying to find. "Why did you dragged her like that? God, I saw how you almost ripped her arm. I hope you know by now that, that man was harassing her." Lucy once again, started rummaging through the fridge.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Scarlett stood up and ran towards Lucy and almost forcefully turned the older woman towards her. "What the fuck happened last night?"

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"Fuck, Lucy, I need to find her, right now. Can you please go around the house and help me find her? I'll just try to call her." Scarlett said before she began to wander around the house, checking the guest room on the first floor, while Lucy began to check the 2nd.

To no avail, Scarlett didn't saw Y/n, even a silhouette, as soon as she stopped in the middle of the living room, phone in her hand, typing away so many text for Y/n, a bloodcurdling scream was leashed out throughout her house.

Snapping her head up upstairs, her legs moved quickly until she was brought in front of the guest room she woke up this morning, a worried frown formed in her face when she saw Lucy standing over the end of the bed, looking down at something.

"What the fuck, Scarlett? Did you do this?" Lucy made a quick work to kneel down infront of the shaking black and white bruised body of Y/n, who is whimpering quietly as she put all her weight in between of the bed and the bedside table, naked with the comforter around her body that provides enough privacy, but not warmth.

Everything became muffled to Scarlett, the sweet comforting nothing that is coming out of Lucy's mouth was blocked out as Scarlett's blurred by tears in her eyes widened at the sight in front of her.

She saw how Y/n forced herself to be smaller in between of the furnitures, she saw the bruises littered all over her wife's black and blue body, as Y/n continuesly shaking her head that is bowed down side to side, afriad to be touched, scared to be seen, so sensitive to even move her mouth to talk.

Very traumatized.

It was a horrific sight that Scarlett felt her knees getting week, a muffled sob coming out of her mouth.

"No! Please..."

"Scarlett, please!"

"It hurts... I'm sorry... Please..."

"No, no, no- AHHH!"

"S-Scar-... Scarlett..."

Everything seemes to hit her like a massive truck, as she finally got everything settle inside her.

"No!" Y/n's shaking voice boomed weakly throughout the room, and Lucy looked back up at Scarlett with tears in her eyes threatening to spill.

Everybody loves the girlfriend of the actress, god, she was a ball of sunshine, has a smile that could light up the room. She was everything that everyone could ask for. She was so loveable, a fragile thing that no one would ever attempt to hurt her even verbally.

God, it broke Lucy's heart to see one of her dear friend like this. Y/n's like a little sister to her.

"Did you do this?" Lucy already knew, deep inside, she already knew, with how drunk Scarlett was last night, how she held Y/n around like she was weightless.

Scarlett came forward crouching down in front of her girl carefully, hands shaking as she ignored the question.

"I-..." Her own sob choked her up, her own words crumbles down on her throat as she took in your sight.

"Bab-..." She whimpered, as if she was feeling how hurt you are right now. "I'm-... I'm so-... I'm sorry." She stumbled speaking.

They heard you whispering, which broke their heart even more.

"No..."

"Please..."

"I can't anymore..."

"It hurts..."

"Stop..."

"Help..."

"Fuck, Scarlett." Lucy whispered, holding back a huge sob.

She can't believe it.

She can't believe anything that's in front of her.

Scarlett hurting Y/n would be a fever dream, she knew the actress could never ever, ever do that. Not in a million or billion of years.

Scarlett doesn't even let anyone touch her girl in such way.

God, even just looking at Y/n in a wrong way could build up so much anger inside of Scarlett, and a war would appear.

But...

This?...

It can't be true, does it?

"Fuck, Scarlett." Her voice is much more louder this time, tears started spilling out as she looked at Scarlett with so much hatred and disappointment, Scarlett only looked down at Y/n as if her whole world is crumbling down.

But, that seems to snap something out of Scarlett, everything was too much. So so much. God, she hurt the one best thing that has ever happened to her.

She hurt you.

"I know! God. Fuck, I know, Lucy." With that, broken sobs came out.

With that, Y/n's body moved, her voice became louder as she started to plead.

"No! Please. No, I can't anymore. Please, stop! I'll- I'll be good, I promise, please, d-don't." In each and every words that came out of Y/n's mouth, was like a sharpened knife slowly digging its way inside of Scarlett's heart.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I- I won't- I won't hurt you-" Scarlett started to reach out, and Y/n saw it that made her eyes wide, automatically, she forced herself to stand up out of fear, making both of the older woman in front of her to stand up too.

Wrong move, because as soon as Y/n stood up, her throat tightened, even though she was gripping the comforter in her hands to continue to cover up her body she now felt more showed off.

Her weakened knees started buckling, her vision blurring as she started to feel so light headed while words of pleas continuesly coming out of her mouth without any stop.

Her breathing became much more ragged, and they can see her situation.

But, she leaned towards Lucy, holding onto the woman with her dear life, as the woman hold her the same, as Scarlett took steps forward to also hold her girl, but Y/n only started to pushed herself more towards Lucy as if it was even possible.

"Y/n, angel..."

"Oh, sweet girl."

"D-don't touch me, please..." It was faint. "Get-... Out of here... Want out... Away... Please..." Now, it was only a mumble.

Both of their heart stopped when Y/n fell down, thankfully both of the woman caught her just in time.

They were still in shock, doesn't know what to do, or what to say.

But, they know that Y/n need them more than anything.

I can't say the same thing to Scarlett.

And, she knew that Y/n would need everyone but her.

And, that just broke her heart even more.

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[lovejosephquinn]

To the anon that requested Joe x Reader and his morning routine comment and an absolutely lovely compliment attached to it, it errored when I went to post, but then when I went back the request had disappeared so I'm posting it as a normal post. GOOD JOB, I SAVED IT ON A DOCUMENT AS I WENT ALONG ISN'T IT.

So, to the person who did request, please lmk if you've seen it because I worked so hard on it for you. 💀

I mean who are you and where did you come from? I'm asking in the best way possible.

This little scenario is perfection. I'll do my best to do make your first smut request amazing & your dream come true 😍

Ngl the same thing went through my head when I heard him say this too HAHA, we're such thirsty bitches bye 💀

Thanks for your request angel and I hope your day was good to x

Warnings: A disgusting amount of smut, filthy talk & the most minimal amount of fluff if you look really closely

Word Count: 2.1k

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

The Best Way To Start Your Day.

The smell of bacon sizzled away, the smell rising through your nostrils as you sipped on your morning coffee, you were lazily mooching round in your boyfriend's shirt, only a couple of buttons done up, so it fell even baggier on your body. You were dancing around to a song on the radio, the summer sun beaming through the window of your flat. When you'd first woke up, Joe wasn't next to you like he had been all night and a note lay on the bedside table 'Nipped out for a run, see you soon sleeping beauty x'. The dream you'd left to come back to the real world was that of Joe firmly placed in-between your legs making you squirm which found you disappointed that it wasn't real or he wasn't still by your side to make it real, that wasn't to say that as soon as he arrived home, that it could potentially be a thing, he'd look a hot mess from the mixed morning warmth and his exercise combined so that made the heat between your legs escalate further.

Joe came through the door exactly the way you'd imagined him to, his black t-shirt clung to his body, little droplets of sweat hanging from his curls and onto his forehead, his cheeks a hint of pink. You bit down on your lip at the possibility of having him right then and there, but you decided to bide your time. Turning to view your man that just radiated perfection, you beamed a smile so sweet.

"Good morning my love, did you sleep well?" Joe made a bee line straight over to you, placed his hands on your hips, your hands automatically placed onto the top of his as he gave you a surprisingly devilish look up and down.

You placed a pleasing kiss to his lips. "I did, I dreamt of you actually, how was your run baby?"

"Oh, you did. I hope I was well behaved. The run was hot, I need to shower in a minute."

You leaned up closer to his face looking directly into his eyes and whispered, pecking softly onto his mouth again, leaning back and taking your bottom lip under your teeth once more "Incredibly."

Joe's eyes became wide, and you almost heard the gulp in his throat, the idea of a shower was less important now, he needed to find out exactly what you'd imagined in your sleep. "What happened in this dream exactly Y/N?"

You turned off the stove, sitting up on the countertop facing your man, spreading your legs apart and revealing yourself a little more to him. "You ate me. Real. Fucking. Good."

The gasp that fell out of his mouth, his face serious now and eyes darting down to the edge of the shirt that exposed your upper thighs, he came closer and closed the gap between your legs.

"D-did you eat b-breakfast a-already?" You choked on your words as Joe pushed your hair to one side and his lips attacked your neck, kissing, nibbling and sucking in all the right places. Stopping but face still buried in the crook of it, Joe hummed "I was going to wait till I got back, but I think I know what I want and it's not that bacon, it's much more fucking tasty."

He stood up fully, gripping your thighs, indenting his fingers into them to get a better hold as he pulled them forward, bringing your body arched to his face and rested your legs onto his shoulders, pulling the shirt up so it was nowhere near where he wanted to be, you leaned your head back against the wall. "Fucking hell, you're already so wet for me baby, dream Joe did good."

His tongue instantly got to work, no messing around. He used the whole length of it to work his way right up your slit, your head fell back even further at the sudden contact, your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned out his name, begging him for more. "I need you to devour me Joe, I need more p-p-lease."

He raised his head to look at you, an already whimpering mess, your thighs were shaking. "I love it when you beg, be patient baby, be a good girl and wait a little longer and then I'm going to tongue fuck your aching cunt so deep, okay?" You nodded rapidly at his words, you didn't want conversation, you wanted his head back down where it belonged at this very moment.

He opened you up with his fingers resting either side, exposing you completely as the edge of his tongue danced circles around your clit, you pushed yourself up higher to make the light teasing more pleasurable. Your hands that gripped the sides of the countertop found themselves clutching at Joe's curls and pushing his head down. "You're such an eager little slut." he purred, latching his mouth straight onto your sensitive bud, sucking hard onto it whilst his tongue continued to wash around it, slurping up every single ounce of your juices that you had to offer.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." You giggled at the irony.

He took one harsher suck against your clit shutting you up and sending your hips bucking into his face and then began to kiss down your pussy, reaching your hole. "But you taste too good."

His tongue circled your entrance at an agonisingly painful speed making you writhe, crying out his name. "Joe. Joe. p-please."

"Please what?"

"Tongue fuck me, just like you did in my dream, just like you promised."

He spat directly onto you as his tongue moved around you once more and then without warning, the muscle dived into your throbbing hole, no space between his face and your pussy as he curled it up, hitting the most delicious, sweet spot inside of you over and over again. You clawed at the top of his head, your legs wrapped shut, thrusting against him to get as much of him as you possibly could. He would quite clearly be suffocating soon, his nose pressed up against your slit, Joe couldn't care less, all he cared about in that instant was giving you the best head of your life.

Your moans filled the entire flat, your stomach was tightening with every lap of Joe's tongue inside of you, his thumb moved its way onto your clit, rubbing erratically. Your whole body was jolting and within the next few seconds the sensitivity began too much for you to handle. "Ohhhhh my g-g-god, I'm going to cum."

Joe's immediate response to that was to force his face as deep he possibly could, as if it wasn't already, gripping his arms tightly around your thighs and pulling you inward as you fell apart. You screamed and jolted at the rush of pleasure that filled you from head to toe, your hole spasming around his tongue that was now at a standstill, staying put whilst he took every drop of your fluid - his mouth was sodden.

Gasping for air when he released his head from your grip, he licked his lips, lowered your still shaking legs and stretching slightly from being in the same position for a while. As he stood up you couldn't help but gawk at the thick bulge outlining his sweatpants.

"Did I make your dream come true, love?" Joe commented as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You already know the answer." You replied, sitting back up straight onto a puddle of Joe's spit and the evidence of your orgasm. "So, my question now is would you like to shower, or would you like to continue this, where I help you sort out that disgustingly huge erection?"

You didn't need to waste your breath a moment further, which he found himself in the same stance as he did earlier, Joe stood in-between your spread legs, taking his hand and pushing the back of your head towards his, leaning down to give you a quick and fierce open-mouthed kiss. His tongue fought yours and all you could taste was you, it was so sexy and alluring.

You broke the kiss, opening your eyes slowly to watch Joe's demanding expression. "Please Y/N."

"Please what?" You giggled, arching an eyebrow at your boyfriend just at the simple irony that he'd asked you the same question when you were right in the middle of desperation a moment before.

"Please touch me, my cock's throbbing for you."

You pushed down at the waist of his sweatpants; he removed them completely and then you pulled his t-shirt up which practically peeled away from his sweaty physique. His cock sprung free, standing tall as you watched, his tip leaking rapidly as your eyes darted back up to his face, his mouth was gaping open slightly, breaths rapid, awaiting your next move.

You spat directly onto the palm of your hand and wrapped your fist around the tip of his cock, lathering his leakage and your spit along the length. "Oh fuck, baby just like that." You'd barely done anything, yet he was submitting so easily to your hand, the torment of eating you out first must have really gotten to him.

You unhurriedly pumped his thick shaft, bringing his foreskin up and down along with it, spitting onto your other hand and reaching down to massage his balls, pulling at them slightly.

"Y/N, yes, f- you know exactly what to do."

And that you did, you knew full well that including his sack in the mix whilst you jerked him or blew him every time drove Joe insane.

Joe was searching for more, in complete distress he crashed his lips onto yours whilst you worked the length, wanking him at a faster pace, while you clutched his balls tightly in your hand. This particular kiss was so sloppy, so damn needy that you felt a moan fall out of your mouth, Joe replied in a groan erupting out of his throat as you began to twist your wrist in circular motions whilst pumping. "Harder, no faster, more baby more."

You bit down onto his lip, insinuating him to shut the fuck up and earning a low whimper. Moving down to his neck, you chaotically kissed around it, leaving a little swollen hickey on the side when you sucked on a sweet spot that he was particularly fond of you touching.

You were working rapidly now, your hand slipping up and down his cock perfectly. His breathing fastened, eyes rolled backwards, and his head fell. "Baby, shit I'm going to cum." You dropped down to your knees before he could reach his end, bringing his cock to face tip downward and opening your mouth below, you felt his eyes come back to you, burning at your stance as you began to pump frantically, in no time he spewed a hefty amount of fluid into your awaiting mouth, Joe's cock twitched slightly, some ejected to your cheek and to ride his orgasm out longer, you took his bell end into your mouth, swallowing what you already had gotten and sucking the rest of his release out of him. In turn making his toes curl underneath and his hands attempt to push your head down, but you refused and remained still. The moan that he let out during the over stimulation was unholy, it almost made your thighs clench together, it was undoubtedly one of your favourite noises.

You let go of his now softening cock, rising back to your feet as Joe cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead in a thank you.

"Holy fucking shit, how did I get so damn lucky?"

"Just wanted to be part of your morning routine is all." You winked subtly at Joe.

"My morning routine?" His brows furrowed, head slightly tilting to one side.

"Yeah, you either eat first or after, then go for your run then you'll go straight for a shower, and I know if you're any longer than 10 minutes then that means you're usually jerking off."

Joe barked a whole chesty laugh, the cheeky smile on his face couldn't have shown anymore that that was the truth.

"Fucking hell, alright FBI. Well, it can always be changed, I'd rather you do it anyway, but now I'm satisfied I'm going to go and take that '10-minute' shower."

You laughed back, wrapping your arms around your sweaty, naked man, but before you could solidify the embrace, he lifted you up off of your feet bridal style. "I've had a better idea; you're coming to shower with me."

"I am?" you teased.

"Yes, and I'm going to add to this morning routine." He implied as he carried you to towards the bathroom.

"And how are you going to do that anymore than we already have, Quinn?"

Joe planted a peck onto your lips, the innocent kiss dismissed by his filthy words. "I'm going to pick you up, push you against the wall and fuck you so hard."

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[ghouljams]

yes Cowboy!König's creepy, yes he's a stalker, yes he has your house tapped, and he likely has videos of you naked showering long before you ever go out on a date, but as someone who's chronically ill with severe social anxiety I can bet my ass that man has a list of date, times, and symptoms and he's going to advocate the hell out of your medical care using his scary attack dog privileges and money to help you get DX iff you aren't already.

Also that man is selfless lover getting off on the faces you make while you're squirming under his beefy hands while his while he's eating you out doesn't matter if it's ass or pussy you are his drug and he wants to make sure you're happy, healthy, and well taken care of.

In my opinion he can be as nasty as he wants as long as I'm pleasantly fucked out of my mind and taken care of. If that man was real I'd lock him down and make him mine. I will be perfectly okay having the man lay on my lap while I get work done.

-Hot mess rambler

MY LOVE

As usual you are so right. Yeah he's a fucking creep(affectionate) but you're right he is sitting there with a full fucking list of symptoms that he is gently going to bring up and try to convince you to see a doctor. Only to be fucking barking at the doctor when they won't help. What do you mean it's nothing? Look at all the notes he's taken, this is serious. Looming menacingly over the doctor as he takes your blood pressure.

Also good point I forgot that cowboy!König is canonically loaded. Man has money. He's making sure his darling is well taken care of and no one can stop him. Sure he has a locked folder on his phone full of nudes he's taken without you knowing, but he loves you :( and how is he supposed to keep you safe and healthy if he doesn't monitor you? Insane man, absolutely fucking out of his mind. Translating his military intelligence to courting is not working out in a normal way for him.

Selfless lover 100% the man wants you to squirm, he's got eyes on you the whole time he's touching you. It's an intense level of eye contact, silent save for the quiet encouragements he offers you, asking if it feels good when you're clearly falling apart and can't offer more than a broken moan. Nasty man. He does just want his baby to be the best they can be, happy, healthy, and well fucked. You do have to deal with him laying fully on top of you, and the man is heavy, but if you can deal with that and a little light stalking you're fiiiiiine. Perfect partner.

#ghoul speaks #cowboy!König #you're always in my asks with a fucking banger take #you're so right all the time how does it feel

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Thomas or Arthur Shelby with a reader who has a very high libido? Yes, it would be interesting.

Dear Anon,

This is pretty steamy or at least I think so. It's a bit on the shorter side and written in point form but I added gifs - which idk I couldn't help myself NSFW!!! But they were too pretty to leave out.

Hope you like it!

Warnings - sex, lots of it, insecurity about body after having a baby, pregnancy sex

18+

Minors please do not proceed. This content is not suitable, please keep yourself safe and stay away. Thank you 💕

Thomas didn't understand how you could always be ready to go. At first, he worried you were forcing yourself to put on a show, trying to keep his attention so he didn't stray elsewhere. It was a reputation he came to hate once meeting you. 

Then he tried to ignore you a little bit, just enough to give you some breathing room. That went over like a lead balloon, and he wondered why women didn't come with individual sets of instructions. You got so upset, furious with him that he wouldn't give you the real reason he was pulling away. Thoughts of other women and dangerous business deals filled your head. Eventually, he gave up promising and attempting to explain why he was giving you space and just fucked you on the desk. How he managed to push the thoughts from your mind? He didn't know. He just knew it was in his best interest to keep you happy and satisfied. 

He still had no idea what turned you on.

You’d often slide across the bench seat and take his hand off the wheel to slide between your legs. This made him late, the temptation to pull over and embrace her properly was too overwhelming. 

People said it wouldn't last long. That you would settle down. But a year had passed and you were just as demanding as the day you'd first hooked up. you didn't seem happy unless his hand was around your throat, him whispering horrid things in your ear.

Initially he didn't understand why on earth you would want him to do such things to / he wasn't sure he could manage it as you were just so soft and sweet looking. He managed and never questioned why ever again. You always had lots of fantasies and would just jump into one when it suited you. Fucking him on the benches of Parliament.

She had no shame. Getting on her knees at the office, taking what belonged to her, and placing it in her mouth. Completely at ease with the space, and unbothered by ruing his schedule or making him suffer during phone calls. 

He’d bent you over countless bathroom sinks. Watching your face in the mirror as he silently ripped into you. 

Mornings where you’d follow him into the shower. 

“No. No - you kept me up half the night. I have a meeting. We talked about this.” He’d scold you, finger raised. “No fucking.” but he could already feel gravity pulling him to your body. Wordlessly you didn't have to do anything but fall to your knees. Water falling into your face. You took him down in one go and it took everything in him not to cum down your throat. Grabbing you by the hair he held you there for a moment. Pulling you away he watched the thrill light in your eyes as you got your way - as always. He pulled you up fucking you against the cold tiles. Loving the way you were desperate for him. Biting your wet skin, the absolute mess you made when you finally let go. How you only laughed when the hot water ran out. 

The unavoidable happened - you were swelling up with his child. Thinking he’d put a baby in you meant your body would be satisfied for the 9 months it was working hard was just another wrong assumption. All it meant was strange positions and multiple orgasms. Fucking you until you said he could finally cum and be done with it. Long nights. Even in the moments of labor when it was just the two of them you’d drag his hand between your legs to try and push away the pain. 

The babe was a challenge to work around, and suddenly you drifted away. Not ever wanting out of your clothes. Bathing with the door locked. He started to realize how your needs balanced him out, he missed your wild adventures. 

Eventually, he caught you late at night before bed - hand between your own legs, sweat across your forehead. He’d entered the room desperate to touch you. Your hands pushed him away. He felt his heart start to break as tears streamed down your face. He begged but you wouldn’t budge. “You don’t want to see me like this” The words finally choked out. He saw it as a challenge. He kept an eye on you to see if you’d really push him off, he got you out of your clothes as he took his time coming back to your body. Worried that perhaps you were still in pain from giving birth. It wasn't something he figured women would just bounce back from, he was in the room as you had requested, and he wasn't sure if he’d recovered from it. Once you were down to your slip, he watched you reach up to turn the lamp off. Leaving him in darkness as his hands slowly peeled it off. He reached over and turned it back on. You let out a sharp noise trying to cover yourself. He finally pieced it together. You didn't want him to see your body, because it was different. 

“Love, come off it. It’s just me” You burst - he didn't realize that women even talked about these things, let alone pressured each other. Pol and Esme told her to ignore them, but a few other friends worked a fear into her head that once seeing her like this he’d be turned off of her forever.

He spent hours working over every part of her. Massaging, kissing, and praising her. Trying to get his wife back. Trying to get her to understand that there wasn't anything that would take him from her. It took all night but he got his wife back one orgasm at a time. 

You got comfortable again, tamed by responsibility and lack of sleep, but just as needy and persuasive as always. 

No matter how tired or beat up he was, there was nothing that would take away his pain or suffering like your embrace. 

Hope this was alright! Let me know if gifs work for these types of asks.

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[makeyoumine69]

Patrick Bateman 🪓│ NSFW HEADCANONS (A-Z)

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW content, horny devil Patrick Bateman himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: Around 1.8k

◥ A/N: This is just a shameless parade of my dirty thoughts. I hope you like it!😁

◥ LINKS: [Main Masterlist] [Original Post]

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Patrick can be completely different, depending on his mood.

He can be loving, he can be indifferent.

He can take you to the shower or run you a nice bath, or he can cuddle with you in his bed and then fuck you again if he's not fully satisfied.

When he's in love, he can hold you tight and watch you fall asleep, then kiss your temple and pull you close to protect you while you sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Well, Patrick is very proud of his dick, because it's beefy and long, with perfect veins on it. (So, I can't judge him for being so arrogant in bed, lol :D)

I'm pretty sure he loves your whole body, but his favorite part is your breasts. He can latch his plump lips around your nipple and suck it for hours like a baby until it swells up and you're begging him to stop.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Depends on his mood!😁

If you make him angry, he can cum all over your face and watch his cum running down your chin to your tits. But most of all, he loves to cum inside you until your pussy is so full of his hot liquid that it flows out.

ALSO, if Patrick wants to show you his absolute dominance, he can unload his cum right onto your belly and mound, and chest...You will be literally covered in his seed, and he'll smirk in satisfaction from this sight.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Patrick has a lot of dirty secrets when it comes to you, one of them is that he wants to see you desperately fucking yourself with a dildo while you moan his name, and your pussy gushes every time you push the dildo deeper.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

This arrogant bastard knows everything about sex, he watches porn every day, what do you expect?

His skillful fingers, tongue and mouth will bring you over the edge before you know it. No matter how hard you try to hold out, the pleasure he gives you will overtake your mind and you will have no choice but to turn into a whimpering dripping mess.

And of course, Patrick will find the perfect angel to fuck you, so that his thick cock will hit your G-spot and make you almost faint with delight.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Because it's so important for him to feel his real dominance, I'd say his favourite sex positions are prone bone, doggy style and when you're on your side and he's on top of you. Patrick will take every opportunity to press you against any surface he's fucking you on, so you can feel his power and his massive muscles.

To be honest, I think prone bone is his number one position. He can fuck you so deep and hard that you will definitely feel his dick hitting your belly.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's serious most of the time, but sometimes he can chuckle at your coy reactions because Daddy knows you like the way he treats your pussy.

And if you try to deny it, he'll go even harder, fucking you faster with his cock/fingers or eating you out more vigorously, forcing your toes to curl and your voice to crack from how wild you'll moan.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

We all know how perfect this man is, so it's not surprising that his pubic hair is well trimmed.

His slutty line of hair that runs from his navel down to his manhood is something you can't miss to touch/lick/rub every time you have sex. Just because it's so fucking sexy.

And of course, he likes it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

This man is literally a mind-blowing cocktail of animalistic lust and loving tenderness.

He can switch between praising and degrading you so easily, while railing you so hard until you cry, and then he will either allow you to suck his finger or kiss you wherever he can to calm you down a bit, as by that moment you will certainly turn into a soaking moaning mess.

Patrick loves to caress your hips when he's eating you out, especially when you're so close to your orgasm that you can't stop your legs from shaking, he'll possessively but fondly hold them in one place.

And if you decide to make Daddy happy with a delicious blow job, he will definitely stroke your face and help brush your hair away if your bobbing gets too intense.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Patrick can definitely make you play with your pussy so he can watch and jerk off. And if you're a good girl, he can even help you climax by sucking your clit while your fingers slide in and out of your throbbing womb.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

DADDY KINK ALL THE WAY, Patrick wants you to be his little baby girl, so he can take care of you.

CORRUPTION KINK, just the thought of corrupting your innocent soul makes him instantly hard. He'll enjoy every second of corrupting you, reveling in all your unsophisticated reactions, when he eats you out for the first time and you cry out in pleasure, his ego will fly to the moon.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

THAT SLUTTY WHITE COUCH in his living room, for sure! He can fuck you on it, near it, on its back, on its edge. And each time, you will discover something brand new about how to give each other even more pleasure.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Let's be honest, he's horny for you literally 24/7. No matter where you are, in public or at home, Patrick's hungry eyes will be focused only on you and all he can think about is you and him having steamy sensual sex as soon as you have a moment.

But if you accidentally or purposely call him DADDY, he can just rip you apart right where you are, nothing and no one will stop him, believe me.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Patrick will never let you go, NEVER.

Even if you try to run away from him, he will find you because you belong to him. But I really don't recommend you test his patience, because this man gets mad very easily. He literally becomes a beast, and your little holes probably won't survive his savage assault.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I think 69 position is a perfect option for the two of you, because Patrick loves to go down on you, but he also likes to get some vigorous sloppy head from you.

He can also use his mouth and tongue to overstimulate your pussy until you literally squeak and beg him to stop.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can only be really slow when you are having pregnancy sex.

But the truth is, Patrick knows how to keep a perfect pace, he feels the moment when it's necessary to go faster or deeper.

He will definitely roll his hips against yours to hit all the sweet spots inside your womb, stretching you so deliciously that you will have no choice but to squirm under him and cry out his name.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Damn, he can even fuck you in public if he has to.

So, you should be very careful, because even a little innocent action of yours can light him up like a match.

If he doesn't have enough time for proper sex with you, he can catch you in the kitchen while you're making breakfast for the two of you. Breathing heavily, he will snuggle into you from behind, trapping you in his brawny arms, pulling up your top to grope your boobs and pulling your panties aside to fuck you just right there.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Patrick's a risky guy for sure, but are you a risky one too?

Cause he'll surely get you into some knife games, including the blood play.

He will have a finger pressed against an artery on your neck to feel your crazy heartbeat as the sharp blade of his knife slides across the delicate skin of your cleavage. He will drink in all your high-pitched wails, every little tear, every jolt of your desirable body.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If he's super horny and fresh, he can easily go at least 3 rounds, you'll definitely ask him to have mercy.

Even if he's super tired, he'll never leave you without some really good fucking. Patrick always takes care of his baby doll like a good Daddy does.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh, he will surely buy a bunch of sex toys just for you!

Butt plugs, vibrators, dildoes… And of course, he'll teach you how to use all of them.

When you tell him that no toy can feel better than his dick, he will go crazy and ready to worship your body for hours. His tongue is as strong as his arms, just sayin'.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's SUCH A TEASE.

Patrick can edge you for a very long period of time, but he actually doesn't like to be teased. So, if you really want to play with fire, try teasing him, but be ready for some orgasm denial, because Bateman is extremely vicious in his revenge.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

This baby boy can be very vocal when he's tied up and you're sliding against his engorged dick without even giving him a chance to touch your body… 😈😈😈.

But usually, he loves to hear you moan to know he's making you feel good.

Growling, huffing, panting - this is all about him too.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

This man loves to fuck you when you are wearing nothing but cute socks because he finds it extremely hot and sweet. Daddy loves it when his little girl keeps her feet warm, and it also makes your orgasms more vivid.

He can even buy you a few pairs of lovely socks and ask you to wear them to make Daddy happy.

Of course, Bateman loves all kinds of stockings, because he's so addicted to your legs-he can't stop worshipping them every time you have sex, but SOCKS is his personal kink when it comes to you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's huge, okay?

Like 8 inches in length, and I won't even mention his girth. Your pussy will surely explode just from one sight of his beefy cock.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Let's be honest, his libido is insane!

Patrick can fuck you during the day, before you go to sleep and later in the morning.

Even when you're half asleep after a passionate night, you can feel his big palms roaming all over your body. He will murmur that he wants you again and his raspy voice will send shivers down your spine. And before you realize it, his leaking tip will be poking at your creamy pussy as he's going to pump her again, no matter if he's late for work, he won't leave you alone until he claims you with his cum.

Cause, he's a savage beast after all.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Patrick always falls asleep after you, because he likes to see you collapse from exhaustion, because he has given you a really good ride.

Sometimes, if you fidget too much around his bed, you might accidentally wake him up, and if you do, Daddy won't let you sleep until you satisfy all of his carnal needs.

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[1whore1gang]

its the little things 🤍

PART 8!! Woo

catch up HERE

There’s a very small easter egg in this story and if you catch it, you can have a cookie 🍪

Warnings: VIOLENCE, VERY GORY VIOLENCE , cursing, you get hit/attacked by a man, lots of angst, lots of hurt

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. THIS CHAPTER IS A FUCKED UP AND I CANNOT STRESS THE WARNINGS ENOUGH!!! MDNI!! PLEASE ADHERE TO THE WARNINGS!!!

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IM SO SORRY IF I FORGOT YOU PLZ FORGIVE ME

i’m so sorry but omg i’m in love with this chapter although it’s VERY SHORT

The way you looked down at the note, you could feel your heart breaking. He had left you alone without any warning or notice, and 3 days early.

My dearest Y/N,

I know this is going to hurt you, and I know I’m in for it when I call you next. Please answer that call so I can explain everything. Just know this was not my choice, and it was all so out of my hands. I promise to you that I will make it up to you the moment your feet step onto the tarmac of base. I miss you already and I am so sorry baby.

I have arranged for you to stay in my tent versus your small one. This way you have access to a shower, bathroom and a real bed with A/C. If anyone gives you problems, drop Laswell’s name, she’ll cover for you.

I love you so much and I hope you will hear me out.

Your John

You felt hot tears stain the collar of his hoodie on your body. You felt so betrayed, yet so conflicted. Everytime you think you knew him or understood him, something like this would come up and you’d question everything.

You slammed the note back down onto the desk and went to go look at your phone, but there was nothing from him. Your phone hit the ground with a clatter as you threw it across the tent.

The anger boiled inside you, wanting any reason to boil over and explode.

“Lieutenant!!”

There was your reason.

Snyder came into your tent to find you in nothing but a hoodie, your hair a pulled up mess and your face red hot with tears. “What.” Your voice was scarily low.

“You need to be out in the field!” Snyder snapped back at you with a barking tone.

“Who the hell do you think you are to speak to me like that?” You stood up, facing him.

“I am your superior. Your guard dog won’t be able to do much when he’s gone. Get dressed.” He left the tent abruptly, leaving you alone with the silence again.

You reluctantly got dressed, leaving your tent and catching a ride to the embassy to assume your position.

While standing on guard, you realize Snyder had said ‘when he leaves’. He doesn’t know Price had left. You were still safe under the guise that Snyder was clueless. You took a deep breath and decided you had to keep up the act that Price was still here, at least for as long as you can.

And you did, for about a week. People started to whisper, wondering why they hadn’t seen Price with you in awhile. They hadn’t seen him at all in awhile.

“Lieutenant? Can I ask you a question?” One of your soldier, Private Sanchez, came up to you while at the embassy.

“Yeah what’s up Sanchez?” You turned in your chair to look at her.

“Why hasn’t anybody seen the Captain in awhile? Is everything ok? Everyone’s making up rumors but I just wanted to outright ask.” She shot you a smile. “People think he went home.”

You sigh, looking around. “He did. But I don’t go around flashing that to people because otherwise I won’t have it to easy.” You trusted Sanchez, she’s really proven herself on this mission and was easily up for promotion when you got back to base.

“With Snyder?”

You nod. “Yeah. You having problems too?”

She nods. “You could say that. He’s an asshole.” You both laugh.

“I hear ya.”

You both sat in the security office and kept each other company while on duty.

You and Sanchez found yourself doing that a lot. You’d sit and monitor the cameras together. It helped the days go by quicker. You soon forgot about Price and his note.

It was your final week on deployment in a blink. You’d never recieved any phone calls from home, not even from Shephard or Laswell. Something was going on and you were being kept from knowing.

You were headed to the mess hall when a hand wrapped around your mouth, dragging you into a dark tent, away from everyone else. “What the fuck?!”

“Shut the hell up!” A hand comes across your cheek, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. Fear riddled your body as you’re met face to face with Snyder.

“Did you just hit me?” You said, ready to square up to him.

“And I’ll do it again. Your little protector isn’t here, which means I can finally give you what you deserve.” You grabs you by the collar as you begin to yell for help, but he slams you down onto the ground, hands wrapped tightly around your throat. “You little visicious bitch. You’re going to ruin my career with that fucking attitude. Making me embarrass myself in front of the General.”

You could feel your consciousness slipping when his hands released and you sucked in oxygen like it was limited, and it was.

He quickly began to land blow after blow to your face, bloodying his knuckles with your blood. You began to do numb as your ability to fight back dwindled from the relentless attack. You felt pain everywhere, but soon, your vision blurred and all that was left was black.

(last warning before it gets fucked up)

….Lights

…Sounds

………A woman talking

…..A man yelling

….A helicopter

Your eyes barely opened due to the bright lights of the runway as you were rushed to a helipad.

You were accompanied by a nurse and one of your soldiers, Sargeant Russ. He was barking orders at everyone. You were hardly there, only hearing and seeing flashes of everything happening.

All you knew was whatever happened was bad.

You felt the gurney moving down a hallway in the way too bright hospital. You remember the beeping monitors, the masks, the masked doctors.

But not what happened to you after you knocked out.

You woke up a few days after the surgery, which you also don’t remember.

Opening your eyes, you look around to see Laswell in the corner, huddled over something. She turns when she sees you sitting up in the bed, rushing over to help you and calm you down. “You’re okay. You’re home, just in the hospital.” You look her over, wondering why she’s the one that’s here.

“What happened?” You ask. Your voice feels unrecognizable.

She sighs, sitting down on the bed next to you, facing you. “Snyder attacked you, knocked you unconscious. You lost a lot of blood honey. When they found you, you were in rough shape.”

“I remember that, but I don’t remember what happened after I blacked out. He was hitting me over and over and then I woke up here. Laswell, what did he do?” You were stern.

“I really think we should talk about it another day when you’re more rested.” She turned away from you, but you grabbed her hand.

“Please, I wanna know what that bastard did. Don’t keep secrets.” Her mouth opens as you watch her contemplate what she’s going to say next.

“Once he knew you were out, he began carving something into your abdomen, then stuck the knife there, inside of your body.” You were shocked.

You slowly reached down, moving the hospital gown to reveal your scar. On your stomach was an ‘S’. You began to shake violently until you realized something. “Where’s the stab wound?”

Laswell wouldn’t make eye contact with you. “Laswell? Where’s my stab wound?!”

Her eyes were filled with tears. “I’m so sorry.” She put her hand on your knee as she moved your legs apart to show you he had shoved the knife there.

You were stitched up to the nines, a catheter coming out of you. You were speechless, the horror of the situation hitting you like a truck. “Honey, I know. I’m so sorry. I should’ve never sent you on that mission.”

“Why is it always me?” Your voice was quiet.

“What?”

“It’s always me Laswell…every fucking mission I go on that involves other units something happens. Last time, it was being raped and beaten, and now I got knocked unconscious while a Captain shoved his knife up my vagina. What the hell have I done to deserve this?!” Your voice was raised now, tears burning your cheeks.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” Laswell held your hand as her other wiped tears from your cheek. “This time is a little different though. Snyder is already in holding. He goes to his hearing and they plan to sentence him to life. You’ll get justice this time, much faster than last time.

She shoots you a small smile. “You don’t deserve this. We also found out Snyder has done this to woman of rank in the past. He’s a messed up man.” She sighs. “I think I have something that might cheer you up though.”

You watch her get up from the bed. “What could possibly cheer me-“ You freeze as she bends down and picks something up, no not a something, a someone.

“Simon-“ You choke on your tears as he begins to cry and does the grabby hands.

Simon didn’t cry, in all the time of him being little, he only ever grunted or sniffled. Simon was whole on crying. “My Simon.” Laswell put him in your lap and as soon as she did, he leaned into you, grabbing onto your hospital gown. “Oh honey, I’m okay. Don’t cry.”

You ran your hand over his little head of blonde hair as he cried into your gown, soaking it a little with his tears and drool. “Simon?” His big watery eyes looked up at you. “I’m okay.”

Looking up to Laswell, you can’t help but ask. “Where are the other boys? And where’s Price?”

“I don’t know…I went to go check on him when I heard he was back from deployment and all I found in his room was a little pink bra and Simon.”

You felt a little bit of panic but then you saw Simon’s blocks on the floor. “Give me those blocks!”

Laswell was confused but did as you asked. You set Simon down in front of you as you laid his blocks out inbetween you two. “Simon honey? Think you can help me understand what happened?”

“What’re you-?”

“Shh.” You quietly quiet Laswell as Simon looks down at his blocks teary eyed. His scans around and moves the blocks until he grunts and hands you a block.

“T?” You stare at it as he grunts. “Tia?”

He grunts again and hands you a ‘J’. “And John…”

He grunts again. You feel tears well up, but take a deep breath. “What about them honey?” You hand him his blocks back as he looks through his blocks again. He hands you a ‘P’ and a block with your initial on it. “This one is me, who’s ‘P’?”

He doesn’t respond, so you know you got it wrong. “I’m sorry, I need more than this. Am I right that this is me though?” He grunts. “Who’s P?”

He lets out a fustrated growl as he digs through the different letters. You laugh a little at how cute it was and when you do, he tilts his head a little and side eyes you. “Okay, I’m sorry Simon. That was just really cute.” You say while giggling. He huffs as he hands you another block, but it’s blank. You hand it back to him and he just sits and blinks at you. “Me, blank, P. What’re you trying to tell me?” You ask yourself more than Simon, trying to wrack your brain.

Simon hands you an ‘S’. “Soap?” He grunts. “What about Soap?”

You watch deligently as he reaches out to put his little hand on your leg. “Me? Me and Soap?” He grunts. “What about us? Simon I’m confused. All I’ve got is Tia and John.”

He lets out the cutest little fustrated sigh and you have to bite your lip to not burst out laughing. He lays the blocks down in order: T, J, P, Y/I, blank, S. You sit and stare and finally shake your head.

“Laswell, do you have any idea?”

“Well, you’ve got Tia and John. I don’t know who P is but that’s you, then blank and Soap. Maybe they lost him?” Simon grunts.

“What?! They lost Soap? Did they find him?” Simon grunts again. “Thank god.”

“Why didn’t he call me about it?” He hands you a little ‘T’. “Tia?” He nods.

“Why is she still here if he’s back from deployment Simon? Is there something I need to know?”

‘L’…..

“Love?” He grunts. Your heart falls through your stomach at this. It could be interpreted a million different ways, you know that. You can’t help the crushing feeling in your chest, or the nausea twisting your stomach around.

You look at him and his little expressions as he takes the block back from you. You decided to ask the one question you’re afraid for him to answer.

“Why were you left alone?” He hands you a little ‘F’ block. “Forgotten?” He grunts.

You pick him up and hold him as you settle back to lay down. “I’m so sorry Simon.” You bear little sniffles as you held him and rubbed little circles into his back. “One day you’ll be regular sized Simon again. I promise honey.”

And you fell asleep like that, with Laswell in the recliner and Simon laying on your chest.

It was peaceful, and it made you think about this whole situation. What has changed since they turned into children, and what changed when Simon began to communicate?

Was there a common thread between it all that could be the key to bringing your boys back?

There had to be, and you’d figure it out, at any cost.

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[levmada]

Imagine showering Levi with love and he’s constantly acting annoyed about it (but secretly loves it) and telling you to just stop it. And one day you actually stop. Like you are not mean or anything you just stop kissing his face or lips or neck randomly, dong hug him from behind. No more light touching of his hips when you stand behind him in the kitchen and he’s in front of that cupboard you need. Not taking his hand int yours when it’s cold…just to mess with him and see what he does.

OHHH this is canon. Imagine someone like Levi, having always been wary of being snuck up on, blushing pink when you appear behind him and set your chin on his shoulder in an affectionate embrace.

"This’s not even a proper hug," he'd grumble to play off his embarrassment, even as he melts back against you. You couldn't catch Levi dead admitting he looks forward to and relishes every second of the tiny, spontaneous acts of affection you deal out to him.

Of course, it’s not like he’s distant physically. His favorite passing show of affection is patting or ruffling your hair, but it’s not constant, or out of the blue. And he prefers to show his affection through actions anyway.

In the middle of a long and arduous night, when you retrieve a cup of steaming tea for him, and then brush your fingers together as you hand it off. You could have dropped it.

Randomly striding up to him and kissing his forehead when he's on a stool—at the perfect height for you to go up on your toes for once and do so. Why don’t you wait until I’m done so I don’t break my ankle…

When he's sitting at his desk at the perfect height to ruffle his hair. He pouts. Now it's messy.

After he shaves, brushing your knuckles against his chin to "check his work". Tch. I don’t need feedback.

Warming your hands on his soft cheeks. You’re freezing. Made of ice... But this in fact doesn't bother him at all since Levi runs unnaturally hot.

Outwardly Levi shows annoyance or dislike almost every time you do things like this. The excuses revolve around how unneccessary you're being at their core.

BUT. When the touches and gestures cease, Levi notices from the first opportunity you always take in the early morning. You sit on the foot of the bed beside him, strapping on your harness and belts as he does the same—as normal. You don't lean your head on his shoulder, don’t even touch his handiwork… although you smile when he double-checks your own belts.

No leaning down to kiss his wet hair after a shower, and to get a whiff of his shampoo. No draping your legs across his lap when you get a few minutes to lounge around after supper. No touching his waist while he makes supper. Other than that, all appears normal.

Automatically he gets it into his mind that he did something to upset you, genuinely, before anything else. One of Levi’s greatest fears as far as your relationship goes. He never puts it past himself to mess up, although it’s rare. At his core he’s insecure and ever-inexperienced with love, regardless of whether it's really warranted. He has issues with abandonment.

But he also knows it isn't like you to act passive-aggressive. You know how shit he is at communicating verbally. If anyone's petty or passive-aggressive, it's honestly Levi.

You happen to be reading a few nights later, reclined on the couch in his office when he puts aside some papers and devotes real thought (again) to what might be happening. When he retrieved tea for you both earlier, you didn't kiss his knuckles after he set your cup down in front of you. That's not routine. Normally he'd roll his eyes, but after it happens he savors the touch of your soft lips for minutes on end actually.

You notice his gaze out of the corner of your eye, like he’s sizing you up almost. "Do you need something, Levi?"

You said his name! You usually make his stomach flutter or flip by calling him 'baby', 'honey', 'love', or at least some shortened version of his name. "That's not my name," he'd usually grumble. Now a small scowl appears on his face.

Without answering he rises to his feet, and stands in front of you for a good five seconds, waiting for you to acknowledge him. But you don’t.

He sits. Your head is still in your book.

“Yes?”

Blushing and perturbed, he grabs onto your wrist and stiffly puts it on his cheek, forcing you to transfer your book to one hand.

You don't react but to raise a brow. "What're you doing?"

"You’re acting weird," he says plainly, pressing your knuckles to his cheekbone in what should be a familiar touch. "Why aren't you..."

"Why aren't I what?"

"...Being... embarrassing." He opens your loose palm, cupping his cheek with it.

For the first time since he took it, you move your hand, regaining back control, and pull away. You're the farthest thing from mean about it, so he deduces you're still not mad at him for something. But something is certainly off.

You force down a smile at the mopey look on his face. "Maybe because it's embarrassing to you? You always act like you don’t like it. I just did what you wanted.”

His lips press as a wrinkle appears between his brow. He’s pouting. Ironically, he’s acting like something of a brat. Much less, he even put aside his work to find out what’s going on.

He mumbles a few words well-below speaking level. You lay your book face-down on the polished coffee table to save your spot, and lean in. This time, you innocently touch his knee. "What was that?"

Firmly, he sighs, and shifts, almost squirming. "I don’t mean it. You know I..."

You mess with him one last time. "Do I, baby?"

"Yes," he grunts. He lurches forward and plants you down flat on your back before you can even blink. Then with one measured tug, he loosens his cravat and lays down on top of you so you have little hope of escaping. It's just him and you, face to face. Levi is heavier than he looks, but a comfortable weight regardless. He continues to pout.

You acqueise finally by tenderly kissing his lips, and raising your hand. It sinks into his hair.

That’s better. Now satisfied, he lays his head down on your shoulder, eyes floating shut to relish the affection. He’s learned his lesson.

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